By Zephyria 
Exhausted from a late work finish, he dragged his body and pressed the elevator button. The elevator stopped on the first floor, and a small child in a stroller came inside. He exchanged greetings with the child’s parents, whom he had seen coming and going, and heard that the couple had gone for a late-night walk because the child was fussy and wouldn’t sleep.
The child waved to Lee-eum until the moment they got off, and seeing the couple, who seemed tired but happy, Lee-eum was able to forget his exhaustion for a moment and smile sincerely. He arrived home, opened the front door, and the sensor light flickered.
What’s wrong? Is the bulb out? Lee-eum looked up and was startled as he took off his shoes. Choi Won-joon was standing right in front of him. Seeing him in comfortable clothes and glasses, he must have been working until just now.
“You surprised me. Why are you standing there?”
“I was waiting to see you even a little sooner. Welcome home. You’ve worked hard.”
As soon as he took off his shoes, he tried to hug him, but he refused, worried about smelling of sweat. But he stubbornly hugged him and rubbed against him. He barely escaped and was about to take a shower, but he persistently followed him and stood in front of the door. Lee-eum, who was about to take off his clothes, pulled down the shirt that had rolled up to his chest.
“Please. Close the door.”
“Want to shower together?”
“President, you’ve already showered.”
“I can shower again. Don’t do that, and go out.” He went to the door, but Choi Won-joon had already come in and was taking off his clothes. Before he could stop him, he undressed and even took off all of Lee-eum’s clothes, took him into the shower booth, and turned on the water in an instant. As water poured over his head, Choi Won-joon squeezed shampoo and washed Lee-eum’s hair.
“Look at your round head. Cute. Like an acorn.”
“I’ll do it. Stop, stop it.”
“Just stay still. I want to do it for you.”
He playfully messed with his soapy hair, moving it this way and that, and then washed off the foam with the shower. “Close your eyes.” As he closed his eyes as instructed, he said he was cute and kissed his lips repeatedly.
‘Could I be possessed by a ghost who died without kissing?’ While having such a strange thought, the water stopped, and Choi Won-joon grabbed Lee-eum’s shoulder and turned him around. He picked up the shower ball, lathered it up, and brought it to his back.
Lee-eum stared at the ceiling, resigned, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to get rid of him no matter how much he struggled. But his hand wasn’t just touching his back; it was gradually moving down.
“Wait, where are you putting your hands? Why are you touching there?”
“Why is your skin so fair? Huh? Who else knows this besides me? Tell me.”
“Stop talking like an old man and get out of here, quickly. No, wait a minute.”
Choi Won-joon stubbornly reached forward. Because Choi Won-joon was standing close behind him, the warmth was fully transmitted, and the sponge explored his body here and there, eventually grabbing his dick with a soapy hand.
“You say you don’t like it, but your dick is standing up straight. You’re so lewd.”
“Shut up and get rid of it, haah,”
Before he could finish speaking, his thumb dug into his glans, and Choi Won-joon’s dick poked his butt from behind. The more he pushed him away, telling him to stop, the more obsessed he became. Unable to contain his lust, he pushed Lee-eum against the wall and rubbed his dick between his buttocks.
In the midst of the steamy air, Choi Won-joon’s Pheromone scent was so strong that it made his head spin. Lee-eum realized that his back was wet and water was flowing down his thighs, and he bit his lower lip tightly. Choi Won-joon turned him around to face him. Then he smiled, cupping Lee-eum’s cheeks.
“Are you excited? Your face is red?”
“It’s because it’s hot….”
His fingers now rubbed his lips.
“You only lie at times like this. What should I do with this bad mouth?”
His lips immediately overlapped, and his lower body was pressed tightly together. Lee-eum vividly felt his dick being crushed by Choi Won-joon’s dick. Rubbing their swollen flesh together, Choi Won-joon relentlessly stirred inside his mouth even while kissing.
Only the sound of tongues mixing was heard in the quiet bathroom, and Lee-eum, excited, grabbed Choi Won-joon’s waist and pulled him close. As he rubbed his lower body without realizing it, the corners of Choi Won-joon’s lips went up even in the middle of the kiss.
Their lips parted, and Lee-eum looked up at Choi Won-joon with heated eyes. After a moment, he lifted one of Lee-eum’s legs and fixed it on his waist. As his dick touched the hole, Lee-eum pulled his butt back and grabbed Choi Won-joon’s shoulders.
“Condom….”
“Let me cum inside.”
“…….”
“Please.”
His voice whispering in his ear was so sweet that he couldn’t refuse any longer. As he hugged Choi Won-joon’s neck as a sign of permission, his dick pushed in, stirring through the hole at the same time. Their lips overlapped again, and Choi Won-joon moved his hips. Perhaps because of the position, he felt more strength in his lower abdomen than usual, and Choi Won-joon seemed to feel it too, as he frowned deeply and spat out curses several times.
“Ah…! President…! Slowly, slowly…!”
“I know, so squeeze me moderately, huh? Is it that good?”
‘What the hell is this crazy bastard saying?’ Just as he was about to say something, Choi Won-joon grabbed the other leg that was supporting the floor with his hand. Before he could realize what he was about to do, his body was lifted with his back against the wall. He hurriedly hugged Choi Won-joon’s neck, put his legs around his arms, and thrust upwards from below.
“Haa! Wait! Deep, it’s deep! It’s deep, I tell you!”
Every time the sound of slapping was heard, it felt like his dick was hitting his head. He continued to thrust without regard, and sparks flashed before his eyes, and he could no longer think of anything. Before he knew it, he began to feel a rapid surge of cumming. He tried to say that he was about to cum, but the words wouldn’t come out of his mouth and only lingered.
He barely clung on, only letting out moans and breaths, when Lee-eum first jerked and cummed, followed by Choi Won-joon cumming and pouring out a lot of hot stuff. Choi Won-joon, who was breathing roughly, walked out with his dick still inside before Lee-eum could tell him to put him down.
“Where are you going? I need to shower….”
“Let’s do it one more time and then shower.”
“Did you forget that the trial is tomorrow? Do you want to see me limping in?”
“We need to combine our strength, especially at times like this.”
“This isn’t combining strength; it’s combining something else!”
“Seeing that you have the energy to argue, I guess we can do it five more times.”
He finally laid Lee-eum on the bed and climbed on top of him. At first, seeing the water dripping, he worried about how to wash the sheets, but that was only for a moment. From the moment Choi Won-joon moved his hips again, his mind went blank, and he could no longer think. Every time he moved his hips, something inside him surged and poured out. After doing that a few times, Choi Won-joon whispered in Lee-eum’s ear.
“Lee-eum…. Should we make a baby?”
He thought it was ridiculous. He wasn’t a complete Omega, and Yoo Seol-ah said that the probability of getting pregnant was very low. When he didn’t respond, Choi Won-joon persistently bit his neck and cheeks and repeated the same question. Let’s make a baby. If we have a baby that looks like you, it’ll be really pretty.
A baby that looks like me….
He had never thought about it, but as Choi Won-joon kept talking about it, he was secretly curious. However, Lee-eum never gave a definite answer to that. He only briefly imagined what it would be like if a child were born like a miracle.
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He woke up before the alarm rang, and his back throbbed as he sat up. Lee-eum swore softly and turned his head. Choi Won-joon was sleeping next to him with the most comfortable face in the world. He was wondering if he should pinch him out of spite, but he reached out his arm without even opening his eyes and mumbled.
“Why are you up already?”
“I need to shower and go to work.”
“Just 30 minutes. Let’s sleep for 30 more minutes. Huh? Come here. Give me a hug.”
He kept nagging, so he reluctantly lay down next to him again, and he rubbed his face against his chest and hugged his waist. It was quite a sight to see a human as big as a door clinging to him. I should take a picture of this.
“What time is the trial?”
“2 o’clock.”
Today was Kim Ji-cheol’s trial, and it was scheduled to proceed only with matters related to the death of Kim Da-hyun’s father. Choi Won-joon’s case was being handled separately, and the date was set separately, but people’s attention was focused entirely on Choi Won-joon rather than Kim Da-hyun’s father.
As competition for audience tickets intensified, a situation arose where even a lottery was held, and articles were noisily published in the media for a while. Lee-eum felt very bitter about it, but he didn’t show it outwardly.
“Are you going in uniform?”
“I have to.”
“I’ll go to the courthouse later.”
“Why?”
“To see you in your uniform.”
Lee-eum frowned. He suspects that he might have a fetish for certain clothes at this point. He was particularly obsessed with aprons last time, wasn’t he? The word “pervert” came up to his throat, but he barely held it back and hugged Choi Won-joon’s head tightly.
“Be quiet and sleep. Just 30 minutes.”