“Kheu—”
What Soohyun had wanted so much penetrated his body. He could feel Seojun’s pulse beating violently through the inner walls that were perfectly pressed together without a single gap. Seojun caught his breath for a moment after inserting his member. The desire for a rut surged up. Soohyun’s inside, more excited than usual, was hotter and tighter today. The inner walls, soaked with slick, squeezed Seojun’s member as if they had been waiting.
“Heu, nng, ah, unng—”
Before Soohyun could catch his breath, Seojun’s movements began. As he repeated pulling his hips back deeply to reach the deepest place and then thrusting all the way up, Soohyun’s moans became frantic.
“Heueut, ang, nng, wa- it.”
“You like it. Good boy.”
At his relentless thrusting, Soohyun couldn’t keep his wits about him. The pleasure rushing in like waves—his body was reacting so excessively that he wondered if he had always been this sensitive, to the point it felt strange.
“Too fa- st, ahnng!”
“You’re squeezing just right… Soohyun-ssi.”
Seojun’s movements quickened. Each time he moved in and out, the fluids that leaked from where he and Soohyun were connected smeared on their thighs, soaking them thoroughly. Covered in fluids he couldn’t tell whose they were, Soohyun clung to Seojun’s body, crying pitifully.
“Haeut—”
“You’re pretty. Soohyun-ssi, you’re so pretty.”
Every time he, who had been growling like a beast, whispered that he was pretty, Soohyun’s body trembled. Why was that? Why did he react to his voice, to his touch? Soohyun raised his fingertips, wanting to hold onto him even a little as he rushed too much.
“Heuuk, ahnng, ah, stop!”
“Soohyun-ssi, I’m at my limit too….”
Seojun’s hand gripped Soohyun’s pelvis. Red marks in the shape of his fingers remained on the pale skin. Inside Soohyun, Seojun’s swollen member was throbbing violently. The pulse beating with fierce momentum, the pounding heartbeat, the drops of sweat falling. This kind of thing… isn’t pheromone care.
“Why….”
“Because… I wanted to.”
To Soohyun’s question of why, a curve formed at the corner of Seojun’s mouth.
“Can’t… I be a substitute?”
And at his question that followed immediately, Soohyun couldn’t say anything.
“Heu- uh, ah! Ahat!”
Seojun continued his fierce movements without listening to Soohyun’s answer. A shallow sensation of the tip of his glans catching slightly was transmitted. If it was in such a deep place, there could only be one thing.
‘I’m infertile.’
Seojun lowered his head. Below him was the person struggling in the throes of pleasure. Beautiful and kind, yet hurt and without scent,
The person I love.
“Ah! Seo, Seojun-ssi, what are you doing right now!”
“Stay, still. Kheu—”
It was unfamiliar. But it wasn’t a feeling he didn’t know. The area near his navel swelled like a small hill. Soohyun’s body trembled at the unfamiliar sensation of a place that hadn’t opened in eight years being forced open. It wasn’t painful, but it was strange. Why are you doing this to me….
“Seojun-ssi, why, why are you doing this?”
“What?”
“Why, are you knotting?”
Seojun didn’t answer Soohyun’s question. He couldn’t understand it himself either. Why he was knotting him. It wasn’t a heat cycle, and it wasn’t a rut cycle. Moreover, he had said he had a body that couldn’t get pregnant.
“Ah… ah….”
Soohyun’s eyes gradually grew hazy. Seojun’s member, swollen in size, pressed down on Soohyun’s inner walls. The pleasure given by a place that couldn’t be reached if it weren’t for knotting was considerable. Soohyun shed tears and let out a heartbreaking moan.
“Soohyun-ssi. Does it feel good?”
“Hak, heuk, uk, eunng.”
Soohyun’s member was dyed a deep pink color. Seojun shook and rocked his hips to leave every last drop inside the womb. After twenty minutes of knotting ended, Seojun kissed Soohyun, who was staring at the air with a hazy face. And he gently bit the imprint mark on his nape and whispered.
“I love you. Soohyun-ssi.”
* * *
After finishing the knot, Seojun pulled his hips back at a slow pace. Suddenly feeling empty below, Soohyun curled up his body tightly. Seojun tenderly pulled his trembling body into an embrace and kissed the back of his head.
“Heu, ut, haa, haa….”
“Soohyun-ssi. Breathe slowly.”
The afterglow was long today. Seojun patted the thin back in his arms. His skin, damp with sweat, clung to his palm like one body.
“Aren’t you cold? Should I cover you with a blanket?”
“I’m… fine.”
He couldn’t even remember how many years it had been since knotting. When was the last time he had mixed bodies this hotly? Somewhere deep inside his belly still tingled.
“Wait a moment. Stay still.”
Seojun picked up a towel he had placed nearby. He was thinking of wiping before the semen flowed out between Soohyun’s legs.
“I should have used a condom. I’m sorry. Next time, definitely….”
“I told you it’s okay.”
“Even if not because of pregnancy. I’m worried you’d be uncomfortable, Soohyun-ssi….”
Seojun lifted Soohyun’s legs. After saying “Wait a moment” gently, he carefully scraped out the pooled fluids. He felt the dizzying sensation of the inner walls that had plumped up with flesh, and heat rushed to his face, but he forcibly suppressed his lust for the exhausted Soohyun.
“Ut….”
“Does it hurt? I’m doing it gently….”
“That’s not it….”
Even though he was only inserting one finger and scraping the inside, Soohyun’s sensitive inner walls flinched. After climaxing several times, Soohyun’s member was limp, but the inner walls still reacted sensitively as if something was lacking.
“Soohyun-ssi. If you squeeze my finger, I’m in a bit of trouble too….”
“It’s not like that… Seojun-ssi, just let me do it.”
“I’m almost done.”
Sseuk—
Once again his finger pressed a point on the inner wall. Soohyun’s erogenous zone was in a very shallow place, reachable enough with a finger. Seojun unintentionally kept touching that spot, and each time Soohyun was desperate not to get aroused.
“There, I think it’s all done… huh?”
“Ut, ah….”
After meticulously wiping the fluids with the towel, Seojun gently lowered Soohyun’s legs. Soohyun tried curling up his body tightly, but it was difficult to hide his member that had already swollen and raised its head. Seojun looked at Soohyun’s erect member very adoringly.
“Soohyun-ssi. Why did you get hard again? Aren’t you tired?”
“Seojun-ssi, I’m okay. Now.”
“I was going to let you sleep a little. I guess that won’t work.”
Seojun quickly spread Soohyun’s legs. Watching Seojun take his member in his mouth, Soohyun covered his face.
“Seojun, ahat, wa- I, nng!”
The moans filling Seojun’s bedroom didn’t stop until dawn broke.
* * *
“Eunng… eu….”
Soohyun opened his eyes in surprise at the sudden chill he felt. He remembered being pushed to his absolute limit by Seojun. Had he passed out in the middle? Remembering that he had fallen asleep without washing his body that was a mess of sweat and fluids, he touched his body. But all he felt was a soft, fluffy sensation.
“What time…?”
Thinking it would be 7 o’clock at the latest? Or maybe around 8, he got up. He had to prepare Seojun’s breakfast too, and since he liked it, should he prepare a lunchbox again today…?
“Oh… oh my god. Ten… ten o’clock?”
Seeing the clock hands on the nightstand pointing to 10:12, Soohyun looked around in surprise. There were no traces left of last night’s affair. The sheets had been changed and the blanket was new too. Soohyun put on his clothes that were neatly placed on the nightstand and went out to the living room.
“Seojun-ssi! I woke up too late…?”
The house was very quiet. Was no one here? Even though his relationship with him had deepened, to oversleep when he should be working… Soohyun swept up his hair and entered the kitchen.
“What in the world….”
On the dining table was a simple breakfast along with a small note. On the paper that appeared to be written by Seojun, his affection toward Soohyun was evident.
—Soohyun-ssi, you were sleeping soundly so I’m leaving first. Rest well today. Eat breakfast too♡
On the wide plate were fried eggs, bacon, and morning bread with butter and jam. Although it was simple cooking, thinking of him who would have cooked for him made a smile naturally bloom on his lips.
‘When was the last time someone made me breakfast?’
