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“Haah… Haah…!”
Saewoo’s breathless moans grew louder as he clung tightly to the broad chest in front of him.
He couldn’t seem to collect himself, his hips moving on their own, and soon, he was drooling uncontrollably, his body trembling as he lifted his hips high.
“Ah… Ugh, I—again, again… Ngh! Hngh…!”
It felt as if all the heat in his body had surged to his core, pleasure erupting uncontrollably.
His vision flickered white, and his mind felt distant.
As the overwhelming climax rushed in, he instinctively clenched his legs together, ready to release—but a sharp pain jolted him back to awareness.
“Uh, ugh…?!”
Saewoo let out a strange cry, his body trembling as he looked down.
Tears welled up in his eyes at the sight of his throbbing, leaking cock—tightly bound with a damp sock, preventing him from coming.
“Ah? Wh-what, what is this… Ahh…?”
His pupils dilated in shock as he took in the unbelievable sight.
He lifted his head towards Jibeom, silently demanding an explanation—only for his chin to be caught in a firm grip.
“Hold it in. If you come again, your cock’s gonna feel like it’s on fire.”
“N-no…! I can’t…!”
Saewoo let out a high-pitched cry, reaching out with a trembling hand.
The fact that Jibeom wasn’t stopping him outright felt odd, but he chose to focus on the pleasure instead.
Slick.
“You said you wanted to lay eggs with me.”
“H-huh…?”
Jibeom’s whisper sent shivers down Saewoo’s spine.
“Then shouldn’t we start by making a nest here?”
A large, warm palm slid over Saewoo’s smooth lower belly.
It was just a gentle stroke, yet each touch sent a jolt through his body, making him flinch.
“Mm….”
Trembling, Saewoo stared down at his bound cock, which was still dripping pre-cum in small, desperate spurts.
Maybe it was just his impatience, but the tiny slit at the tip seemed to be pleading to be freed.
“Hey.”
Jibeom’s fingers gripped Saewoo’s chin again, tilting his face up.
“What’s there to hesitate about?”
“I-I can’t hold it….”
Flustered and overwhelmed, Saewoo’s long lashes, wet with tears, fluttered weakly.
The sight made Jibeom’s own patience wane.
He wanted to suck those trembling lashes into his mouth—right now.
“I’ll be quick, okay?”
“Ah…”
Jibeom gently licked the damp lashes, his tongue trailing down Saewoo’s flushed cheek.
The soft, deliberate motion made Saewoo’s chest ache with something sweet and unbearable.
“Mmh, mmh… Hurry….”
Saewoo, trusting Jibeom completely, let his hands fall away.
His cock, straining and painfully erect, twitched at the slightest stimulation, but he gritted his teeth and endured—for the sake of making a nest.
‘Wait… but why would I lay eggs in my belly…?’
The thought barely had time to form before Jibeom slipped his hands under Saewoo’s armpits and lifted him effortlessly, making him forget everything.
“Up we go. Your legs are completely useless right now… Can you at least hold onto the pillow?”
“U-uh-huh….”
Jibeom handed him a pillow, positioning Saewoo on his stomach before stepping off the bed.
‘Why…?’
The question flickered in his mind for only a second.
But the moment he turned his head, missing Jibeom’s warmth, the bedsheets shifted.
Before he could react, his body was gently pulled backward, his limp legs spreading wide on their own.
“Hngh… Ah!”
There was no time to question what was happening.
Jibeom’s strong hands gripped his thighs firmly—then pressed his lips against the very place he had been eyeing all along.
“Ah, no—n-not there…!”
“I like it.”
With a teasing chuckle, Jibeom didn’t hesitate.
His tongue slipped into the tight entrance, coaxing it open.
The tense ring of muscle instinctively clenched down, but he persistently pushed forward, parting the folds with his tongue.
“Ah, no…! Haa—!”
Saewoo’s face burned red as he instinctively tried to pull away, but it was futile.
Jibeom’s grip on his trembling thighs was so firm that faint red imprints remained, his possessive hold making Saewoo’s struggles only more enticing.
‘It’s so tight….’
Jibeom had suspected as much just from looking, but experiencing it firsthand was something else entirely.
There was no way he could even think about slipping inside without properly preparing him first.
‘Lick, lap.’
Jibeom dragged his tongue over the entrance, softening the clenched rim.
Then, he pursed his lips and—squelch—sucked hard.
The suction sent a shuddering vibration deep inside, making Saewoo’s body tremble uncontrollably.
“……!”
Saewoo’s mouth fell open in shock.
His limbs went slack, the tension draining from his body in an instant.
Seizing the moment, Jibeom plunged his tongue deeper, curling it to thoroughly explore every inch of the heat inside.
‘Slurp, suck, slurp, suck…’
The lewd, wet noises filled the room.
It took a while for Saewoo to even register the sound, his brain too fogged by pleasure.
“Haa, haah… Ah, no… Y-you can’t… Not there… Ngh… Ahh, haah….”
His words slurred, his tongue heavy in his mouth, but the deeper Jibeom’s tongue probed, the less Saewoo cared.
The way it flicked at his entrance, the way the tip teased and prodded his inner walls—every single touch sent electric jolts up his spine.
“Haah, haa… Ah—s-stop, ngh…!”
A scorching heat coiled deep inside him, rising rapidly.
It was a sensation he had never experienced before, burning hot and dizzying.
Was this normal?
Was it supposed to feel this good?
He wanted to call Jibeom a pervert for doing something so obscene, but the pleasure was simply too overwhelming.
“Mmh, haah… Ah, ahh….”
Soon, Saewoo was writhing, panting feverishly as his hips twitched involuntarily.
His entire face flushed red, his lips slightly parted, and both his upper and lower mouths hung open.
Gasp.
As if in response to Jibeom’s dedication, the once-tight entrance finally began to bloom open, its delicate pink folds glistening.
Jibeom pulled away, admiring the sight before letting a thick string of saliva drip onto the flushed opening.
Sssskt. He wiped his glistening lips with his tongue, exhaling heavily.
“Haa… Fuck. I almost lost it, sucking you like that.”
Jibeom let out a deep chuckle, satisfied with the way Saewoo’s hole had softened.
His gaze flicked to the cock twitching desperately below.
It was even redder than before—but impressively, still holding back.
‘Huh… Why is he leaking so much? Is he actually in heat…?’
He wasn’t sure about the heat cycles of bird hybrids, but surely, they had them.
That would explain why Saewoo had been babbling about eggs and nests recently.
Jibeom had brushed it off as a weird way of flirting, but now, he wasn’t so sure.
‘Wait… Should I be giving him suppressants instead of doing this?’
Or maybe he should call Junwoo?
…Nah.
There was no way in hell he was passing up on this opportunity.
[Let’s sleep together.]
Perhaps Saewoo already knew everything when he came looking for me.
Saying we should take care of four meals in one sitting was just an excuse—maybe he really wanted to know how I felt.
If that was the case, then it was actually a good thing.
Rather than some ridiculous title like “rice partner,” this could be the start of something deeper.
“Then I should give him a reward…”
With that thought, I finally let go of the thigh I had been gripping.
A large, red handprint was left on the soft, supple skin.
But more than that, I wanted to leave a mark that wouldn’t fade.
My lower abdomen tensed as I ran my palm over my fully hardened length.
“Baek Saewoo.”
Thump.
As I pressed the heavy shape between his cheeks, nestled under the pillow with his steady breathing, he let out a small whimper and turned to look back at me.
The moment our eyes met—those ash-gray pupils filled with fear—I felt my breath grow ragged.
Barely holding onto reason, I called his name again.
“Do you really want to have eggs with me?”
“U-Uh…”
“Since when? You said you hated beasts. You kept acting all high and mighty just because I have a dick.”
Slick—Slide—Slick.
With Saewoo pinned beneath me, I moved my hips roughly.
The tip, veined and swollen, rubbed over his already loosened entrance, drawing out small, pained whimpers.
“Hah… But you like it, don’t you? You do, don’t you?”
“Hnn… Hngh…!”
Saewoo squeezed his eyes shut, trembling in fear.
“But this isn’t just any dick, Saewoo. This is Yoon Jibeom’s cock.”
Urging him to say it out loud, I took his delicate earlobe into my mouth, rolling it between my lips as I ground against him.
I hadn’t even begun properly, yet his pale cheeks were already turning red from the heat of my iron-like length pressing against him.
“Hnn… Hah… Nngh…”
For a fleeting moment, Saewoo wanted to shift into a wagtail and escape.
But his body was trapped—ensnared by the intoxicating scent surrounding him, leaving him frozen in place.
And then—
Jolt.
Jibeom suddenly halted his movements, then sank his teeth into Saewoo’s ear, biting down hard.
“Saewoo.”
“……!”
“Let’s make lots and lots of eggs together.”
And with those final words, he pressed the tip against the softened entrance—then thrust inside.
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