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Trapped between Jibeom and the sofa with no room to escape, Saewoo trembled as a tongue suddenly invaded his mouth.
“Mmph! I—I can’t breathe…!”
This kiss was unlike anything before—overwhelming, suffocating.
The sudden intrusion of Jibeom’s tongue was unfamiliar, and just as Saewoo tried to pull away, a strong hand grabbed his chin.
“Hnn…!”
His eyes widened in shock, and Jibeom’s face came into focus—his piercing gaze locked onto Saewoo with an intensity that sent a chill down his spine.
The golden eyes flickering with suppressed hunger made his whole body shudder.
‘Why… why is he being so rough…?’
Saewoo didn’t know what had provoked Jibeom, but he could feel it—Jibeom was furious.
“Ji—hngh…!”
Before he could get a word out, Jibeom’s lips crashed down on his again.
No warning, no hesitation.
His small tongue was captured and pulled in deeper, his saliva greedily swallowed.
The force of the kiss bordered on painful rather than passionate, and tears pricked at Saewoo’s eyes.
“Mmph…! Hic…! Ah, puh—haah…!”
With all the strength he could muster, Saewoo pushed against Jibeom.
Even then, he barely managed to turn his head to the side, gasping for air.
Tears streamed down his cheeks.
His chin throbbed, likely bruised from Jibeom’s grip, and strings of saliva trailed down his lips where he hadn’t managed to swallow.
“Hngh… hff…”
“…What? You didn’t like it?”
Jibeom’s voice was low, almost taunting.
He licked away the tears staining Saewoo’s cheek.
To an outsider, the gesture might have looked affectionate, like a mother comforting her child.
But Saewoo flinched with every touch, his body instinctively recoiling.
“Hnngh, why… why…?”
“Why?” Jibeom scoffed. “Because I’m starving.”
After saying that as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Jibeom continued licking away Saewoo’s tears.
Then, he brushed his lips against his flushed cheek before capturing Saewoo’s earlobe between his teeth.
A wet sound echoed in Saewoo’s ear as Jibeom sucked on the sensitive skin.
“Hnn… ngh…!”
The sensation was overwhelming, like he was truly being devoured by a ravenous beast.
Saewoo turned his head in a desperate attempt to escape, but it was pointless—Jibeom was still within reach.
He easily pulled Saewoo back against him, his strong hands gripping Saewoo’s delicate shoulders and slender waist.
Then, his tongue slowly dragged along Saewoo’s nape.
“Hic… huff…!”
Saewoo let out choked sobs, his breath escaping in short, panicked gasps.
Jibeom didn’t even release pheromones, yet the fear of being consumed whole took hold of him.
“…Hey.”
Jibeom finally pulled away, noticing that Saewoo’s trembling had only worsened.
“It’s not like I’m actually going to eat you.”
A hint of exasperation crept into Jibeom’s voice.
Sure, he had been a bit rough—his kisses were intense, his touch a little too demanding.
But in his mind, he had held back.
They hadn’t even gotten to the real thing yet, and Saewoo already looked exhausted.
“Ugh….”
As soon as Jibeom gave him a bit of space, Saewoo let out a shaky breath and wiped at his tear-streaked face.
His ears and neck still tingled from where Jibeom had touched him, but he hesitated to rub them—afraid it would seem like rejection.
Then, in a whisper, he finally spoke.
“I-It’s not that… I was just… scared….”
His voice was small, uncertain.
Yet instead of pushing Jibeom away, his trembling fingers clung to Jibeom’s hand.
He wasn’t trying to escape—he was holding on.
Even so, his tears wouldn’t stop falling.
“……”
Jibeom exhaled through his nose, a sharp huff of air.
The tension inside him, the heat that had been building, loosened just a little.
Letting out a sigh, he lowered his forehead to gently bump against Saewoo’s.
“…Sorry. I got carried away.”
With that, he pulled Saewoo into a tight embrace.
Their bodies pressed together as Jibeom leaned them back against the sofa.
He buried his face into Saewoo’s shoulder, taking in his scent with a quiet inhale.
Shff…
Saewoo, having calmed down a little, cautiously lifted his arms and wrapped them around Jibeom’s broad back.
Thump. Thump.
Their chests pressed together, and the sound of their pounding hearts overlapped.
It wasn’t terrifying anymore—not like before, when Saewoo had felt like he was about to be torn apart.
Instead, the rhythmic beating felt almost… comforting.
Like Jibeom’s heartbeat was his own.
Or maybe… it really was Jibeom’s.
They were holding each other so closely, after all—how could he not feel it?
‘It’s warm…’
For the first time, Saewoo realized… that an embrace could feel this warm.
Despite never having a proper nest of his own, he felt like he was wrapped in one now—a safe, gentle warmth surrounding him completely.
“Baek Saewoo.”
It was impossible to tell how much time had passed before Jibeom finally spoke again, his voice a quiet murmur.
“Do you really… want to do this with me?”
It was a strange question coming from Jibeom.
He had been so blatant about his desires before, even saying he’d been starving for him just moments ago.
And yet, right now, it felt like Saewoo’s answer mattered more than anything else.
“…Yeah.”
There was no hesitation in Saewoo’s voice.
He tapped his fingers lightly against Jibeom’s solid back, as if reassuring him.
Creak.
Without warning, Jibeom stood up, still holding Saewoo in his arms.
Startled, Saewoo tensed and instinctively clung tighter, his legs wrapping around Jibeom’s waist.
Jibeom leaned in, whispering into his ear.
“I won’t let you go now, so even if you regret it… it’s too late.”
“…Mm.”
Instead of answering, Jibeom pressed a gentle kiss to Saewoo’s lips.
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Once inside the bedroom, Jibeom laid Saewoo down on the bed and swiftly pulled off his own shirt.
“Leave it. I’ll do it.”
He stopped Saewoo from undressing himself, leaning in close before pressing a quick peck to his nose.
A sudden flush of heat spread across Saewoo’s cheeks. Flustered, he stammered,
“Why do you keep… doing that…?”
He couldn’t bring himself to say the word kiss, but Jibeom only chuckled.
“Because your face looks the most delicious.”
“W-What?!”
Saewoo yelped, scandalized.
Maybe it was because Jibeom was a beastman, but the way he said it didn’t sound like mere sweet talk—it sounded literal.
Completely unaware of Saewoo’s inner turmoil, Jibeom lifted his shirt, exposing his bare skin, and his eyes gleamed.
“And next… here.”
He pointed at Saewoo’s chest—at the small, untouched pink nipples.
“Just from a few kisses, they’re already perky and waiting.”
“T-That’s…! Y-You pervert…!”
“Calling a pervert a pervert isn’t really an insult, you know.”
Jibeom spoke nonchalantly before dipping his head under Saewoo’s shirt, his lips capturing the sensitive bud.
“Hah—!”
Saewoo’s body jolted instantly.
A sharp tingle shot through him, making him grip Jibeom’s hair in a panic.
“Ow.”
Jibeom grimaced, his lips glistening as he pulled away.
“You’re so sensitive, Saewoo.”
Just as Saewoo was about to protest and let go of the strands of hair, fingers suddenly pushed into his mouth.
Two fingers—far from slender—pressed firmly against his soft tongue, forcing their way in. Instinctively, Saewoo bit down.
“Ah, has a nice bite to it.”
Whether he felt any pain or not, Jibeom simply flicked his tongue against Saewoo’s perked nipple before lightly tugging at it with his teeth.
Saewoo’s eyes widened as he saw the flushed, deep pink bud stretch under the pull.
“Hnnngh…!”
At the same time, the fingers in his mouth tugged at his tongue.
Desperate to resist, Saewoo clutched at Jibeom’s hair and the wrist violating his mouth, but it was useless.
Jibeom had the build for it, sure, but more than that—he was a predator.
And there weren’t many who could go up against a beast like him.
“Khak… ngh… huff…!”
Only when both his nipples were swollen and standing firm from relentless sucking did Jibeom finally let him go.
“Haa… ugh…”
His nipples throbbed too much for him to even consider touching them.
Even looking at them was too much, so he yanked his t-shirt down, trying to cover himself up.
But all that did was make the stiff outlines stand out even more against the fabric.
“Hmm… now, how should I strip you for the best flavor?”
Jibeom, watching him like he was about to devour him whole, flicked his tongue out like a snake.
Then, as if struck by a brilliant idea, he grabbed Saewoo’s waist in one hand and pulled him down onto his thigh.
“Ah—! S-stop, not my chest—ah…?”
Saewoo had just begun to squirm in protest when he suddenly felt something hard pressing against the cleft of his ass.
He froze, every muscle locking up, as he stared at Jibeom in shock.
“W-what… what is that…?”
“What do you think?”
Jibeom smirked, amused by his reaction, and leaned in to whisper against his ear.
“The stick that’s gonna make my baby lay some eggs.”
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