“Then it’s my turn now?”
“Huh?”
Jukyung raised his upper body and sat on his knees.
“Only you came. I haven’t yet.”
With the menacing energy not subsided—no, somehow seeming more swollen—Jukyung spread my semen abundantly on his hand onto that vicious thing. He made eye contact with me, then glanced down below.
“Your back is wet enough. Can I put it in?”
“No, wait, that’s…”
I felt flustered for a moment. Since I got thoroughly excited and went all the way, my back would of course be soaking wet. Won’t Jukyung think it’s strange? A beta man wouldn’t get wet this easily. Should I confess I’m an omega? But suddenly at this timing?
“A lot of semen flowed down, so it seems okay without gel.”
As if looking into my mind, Jukyung muttered while dabbing at my back with his finger.
“……”
I stiffened a bit from tension. While pushing his finger covered in my semen inside, perhaps interpreting my silence and stiffness differently, Jukyung bent his body, kissed me, and spoke soothingly.
“It’s okay. I’ll finish quickly. Here too…”
Jukyung kissed the corner of my mouth and the corners of his lips lifted strangely. His fingers increased to two and stirred inside.
“It’s softer than I thought. Did you do it yourself in the shower last night?”
He says something explicit in an uncharacteristically soft tone. My face turned bright red without realizing it.
“Are you crazy? Why would I?”
“Why would that be crazy? I did it alone.”
Jukyung swallowed my lower lip and sucked it painfully long.
“Ah…”
And simultaneously, heavy flesh pushed into the hole Jukyung had spread with his fingers.
I put strength into my hands gripping Jukyung’s shoulders. My face automatically crumpled at the strong foreign sensation.
“It hurts… ngh…”
Jukyung’s lips moved to my crumpled brow.
“Sorry. Just a little.”
Jukyung overlapped our lips again and stuck his tongue in. The tongue that licked thoroughly inside my mouth while gradually advancing went past the hard palate and rubbed the soft back part. It was a particularly weak spot, so I unknowingly let out a moan as my throat rang.
Jukyung’s hand that had been idle came in and toyed with my nipple. Pressing and rubbing with his fingertips, then pinching and slightly twisting with his fingers. It’s truly mysterious how pleasure intensifies at the moment pain cleverly overlaps. Before I knew it, I was clinging to Jukyung in a dazed state, moving my body along with Jukyung’s hip movements. My wilted junior also gradually recovered its energy.
Perhaps feeling my body becoming limp, Jukyung straightened his posture and re-gripped my pelvis. My bare legs half-lifted in the air dizzily entered my vision. Looking down at my sprawled form with heated eyes, Jukyung began roughly thrusting his penis as if this was truly the beginning.
“Ah, ahh, hah…”
My body stiffened at the pleasure hitting and spreading through my lower abdomen. My head fell back automatically.
“Doyun-ah, do you like it? Does it feel good?”
The voice calling my name was dizzying. I shook my head wildly, then nodded again in incomprehensible behavior. I was so out of it I couldn’t control my actions. My body shook this way and that like a powerless rag doll. It felt like my lower body was on fire. But as if that fire might fall away, I curved my legs tightly around Jukyung’s waist and pulled him in.
“Ahh…”
The moment my whole body stiffened and my head turned white, I ejaculated a second time. White fluid dripped onto my stomach, strength drained, and my body stretched out long. My chest heaved roughly from panting.
“Ha…”
Jukyung collapsed onto me with a thud. Jukyung’s penis wriggled inside my body and poured out warm semen. My body trembled automatically. The touching skin, the breath falling on my chest—anything and everything of Jukyung’s was so hot it could burn, giving me goosebumps.
Jukyung, who had climbed up my body, found and bit my lips.
“Mm…”
Though I had no energy, I opened my mouth. The soft, tender, warm flesh tangled with my tongue and played for a while.
“Heavy…”
Out of breath, I separated our lips and grumbled while catching my rough breath. I was already out of breath, and with the large guy pressing on my chest from above, it was even harder. Jukyung stuck his hand behind my back, then suddenly spun our bodies around. I instantly rose on top of Jukyung.
“Is this okay now?”
Then he grabbed my cheek, kissed me again, pressed my head to his nape, and gently patted my back. I thought, what’s with this treating me like a child, but since I was drained of energy, being like this wasn’t bad.
I let my body droop on top of Jukyung and closed my eyes. As Jukyung’s perfume scent fragrantly filled my nose, my mood relaxed leisurely. Jukyung would be heavy, but since he brought it on himself, he’d figure it out. Honestly, when Kwon Jukyung gets frustrated, he’s not the type to just endure—he’d push me away.
“Kang Doyun.”
Just as I was about to fall asleep in a half-dazed state, Jukyung called me.
“Mm…”
“Kang Doyun. Don’t sleep. Answer properly.”
“Yeah… why…”
I answered somewhat annoyed.
“You know I have germaphobia. While you’re sleeping with me, you absolutely can’t roll around with other guys. Got it?”
“……”
“Kang Doyun. Aren’t you answering?”
Jukyung lifted my cheek. Our eyes met. Unlike me who was sleepy, his eyes were completely awake and fresh.
“…Got it.”
Why say something like that, annoyingly? I wasn’t the type to sleep around with just anyone either. Even for fuck buddies, there’s such a thing as sexual morality. If someone came along, I had enough manners to talk properly and end the relationship.
“You don’t sleep around with just anyone either. If you happen to officially date someone, tell me and end things properly.”
I spoke with Jukyung’s crush in mind. Talking like this, it felt less like fuck buddies and more like a contract relationship. Jukyung stared into my eyes intently, then just said okay without much comment. I put my forehead back on Jukyung’s shoulder and closed my eyes. In that brief moment, sleep had run away.
A one-night stand followed by fuck buddies. I’m having new makjang experiences one after another. What kind of relationship is fuck buddies exactly? Should I call it deep or shallow? Should I call it dry or sticky? Is it a deep enough relationship to reveal I’m an omega? Or since we’ll part ways anyway, can I just buy gel and pretend to be a beta?
Ring ring ring, ring ring ring.
Lost blankly in thought, I came to my senses with a start at my phone’s alarm sound. Only then did I realize today wasn’t a weekend morning. I’d forgotten, absorbed in unexpected morning sex. I hurriedly got up from on top of Jukyung. I had to prepare for work.
No matter what tremendous emotional events occurred, as long as I’d voluntarily stepped into this, the treadmill of daily life had to keep turning. Making a living wasn’t an easy thing. Since leaving home, I’d been learning that one thing for certain.
***
For us who had become accustomed to living together, something like a daily routine had formed. We got up at dawn together and went to work, and on the way back I’d do the shopping and prepare things simply. Then Jukyung would come back, make dinner, and we’d eat and clean up together.
During the day when I was alone, I mainly prepared for classes, and in the evenings I’d watch TV, draw, or read books. I also diligently cleaned for Jukyung’s sake, but Jukyung wasn’t very pleased. He was a picky guy anyway. When Jukyung was busy, he’d hole up in his study to work, but otherwise he’d spend time rolling around on the living room sofa with me.
On Saturdays when the weather was nice, we’d go out to the suburbs. If we went a bit far or somewhere with particularly good scenery, we’d sometimes stay overnight. Of course, sex was essential. Since we both had early morning commutes, we agreed to only do it on weekends so it wouldn’t burden our bodies, but occasionally while spending weekday evenings together, things would heat up.
On such days, we usually started rolling around in the living room early, so we’d do it once or twice and move on to sleeping early. As long as we didn’t overdo it, it wasn’t bad because we could sleep soundly as if exhausted. After the day we almost ran late from doing it at dawn, it was better to heat up in the evening instead.
Jukyung’s attitude and expression would strangely soften before and after sex. He’s probably that type who becomes sweet with sex partners. Surprisingly, both his rough and persistent sex style and his tender attitude before and after sex—nothing resembled his usual self. Even his obsession with cleanliness seemed to disappear during sex. Seeing him touch semen without care and lick and suck my body or fingers that might have sweated.
But normally, he was the same as his usual attitude and tone. He’d frequently throw clothes or bags at me and say he’d add them to the ledger. That damn ledger was only ever mentioned but never actually seen. When I said expensive clothes were burdensome now and I didn’t like them, he’d say to pay back slowly or just say they were fake as if annoyed. Fake? Are there still places that sell such things these days?
Besides, the clothes Jukyung threw me were too excellent in fabric and craftsmanship to call fake. Even if technology improved, could they make it this identical? Anyway, since he himself said they were fake, he won’t say otherwise later. I thought that and just decided to comfortably wear the clothes Jukyung gave me.
As for the credit card he threw at me when we fought, it must have been a bluff after all, as Jukyung still kept his nerves on edge about my card usage history. If the meal or tea cost exceeded two servings, he’d invariably interrogate me about who I ate with. It’s not like monitoring whether a lover is cheating—I couldn’t understand at all what he was doing.
