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The tip of the tongue tentatively slipped into Jibeom’s mouth, twitching hesitantly.

Seeing this, Jibeom couldn’t help but chuckle quietly to himself.

Feeling playful, he dodged the tongue’s movements here and there before suddenly catching it in his own.

Saewoo, startled, instinctively tried to pull back, but Jibeom wrapped his arm around Saewoo’s waist and pulled him onto his lap.

“Mmnh…!”

Saewoo’s round bottom squirmed slightly atop Jibeom’s firm thighs.

Jibeom released the captured tongue, gently massaging the underside with his own.

“Hngh…” A soft, excited moan escaped from Saewoo’s throat, his jaw slackening.

This time, Jibeom took the lead, invading Saewoo’s mouth.

The small, moist space was surprisingly sweet, likely from the residual taste of the rice wine.

“Haa… nghh… ah…”

Jibeom’s tongue teased the roof of Saewoo’s mouth, gliding softly along his gums and palate.

Saewoo’s body, nestled in his arms, grew increasingly pliant.

‘Does he love kissing this much?’

Of course, Jibeom already knew the answer.

But still, it worried him a bit—what if someone ambushed him with a kiss?

He wouldn’t even put up a fight; he’d just melt into it.

The thought made Jibeom’s chest tighten with possessiveness.

“Mmm…”

Oblivious to Jibeom’s inner turmoil, Saewoo merely closed his eyes, swallowing the saliva that trickled down his throat with audible gulps.

“Hah… hmm…”

The slackened tongue peeked out of Saewoo’s mouth, and Jibeom pulled back briefly to capture it between his lips, sucking gently before letting go.

A string of saliva stretched between them before breaking, dripping onto Saewoo’s chin.

Plop.

Jibeom let go of Saewoo’s chin, and the smaller man slumped against his shoulder, completely spent.

“Tired?”

Jibeom asked, licking away the lingering traces of saliva from Saewoo’s jawline and lips. Saewoo didn’t respond, only sniffing softly.

“It smells…”

“What smell are you talking about?”

At first, Jibeom thought it might just be the alcohol making him act this way.

But the way Saewoo kept mumbling and swooning, he began to wonder if the cat pheromone suppressant spray was somehow affecting him.

Either that, or maybe Saewoo had become so accustomed to Jibeom’s scent that it was comforting to him.

Frankly, Jibeom wouldn’t mind enveloping Saewoo completely in his own pheromones—from head to toe.

That way, no other predators would dare approach.

But he wasn’t sure if this little bird could handle that level of intensity.

‘Then again, isn’t it better than him being distracted by other things…?’

Not long ago, Saewoo had mentioned something about nesting and laying eggs if paired with a female bird shifter.

Jibeom thought he only needed to worry about warding off predators, but this unexpected twist left him uneasy.

Rustle, rustle.

Meanwhile, Saewoo, still leaning against Jibeom, began rubbing his hips subtly against him.

“Where do you think you’re sneaking off to?” Jibeom called him out.

“…!” Startled, Saewoo froze mid-motion, clearly not expecting to be caught.

“I-I didn’t mean to…”

Judging by his flushed face, Saewoo was well aware of how embarrassing his actions had been.

Jibeom grabbed his wrist as he tried to escape, pushing him back slightly.

Between Saewoo’s parted thighs, his groin was unmistakably swollen.

“You’re hard.”

“…”

“Hmm, I wonder if you’ll remember this later…”

With a sly grin, Jibeom leaned in, pulling a padded jacket from the nest Saewoo had meticulously built and slipping it beneath his waist.

“Th-that’s my nest…!” Saewoo protested in a high-pitched voice as the carefully constructed wall of his nest collapsed.

Jibeom brushed off the complaint, grabbing Saewoo’s hand and guiding him to bend forward slightly.

“Ah…!”

As Saewoo whimpered softly, Jibeom brought their faces closer together.

“Do you remember now?”

“R-remember what…?”

“I told you before. If I catch you getting hard around me one more time, I won’t let it slide.”

“I-I… I don’t remember hearing that…”

Saewoo turned his head away, avoiding Jibeom’s piercing gaze.

His reaction made it clear that he remembered perfectly well.

“Playing dumb, huh?”

Swoosh.

“Ah! W-wait…!”

Jibeom grabbed Saewoo’s pants and tugged them down.

The elastic waistband slid effortlessly to his thighs, leaving Saewoo scrambling to cover himself with both hands.

But even then, the tip of his hard penis peeked out from the waistband of his underwear.

“Wow…”

Jibeom had seen him naked before, but seeing him fully aroused like this was a first.

His mouth watered instinctively; it was almost too perfect, resembling a ripe piece of fruit.

He couldn’t help but wonder if Saewoo even knew how to take care of himself properly.

“D-don’t…! You can’t… suck it!”

Realizing how Jibeom was looking at him, Saewoo cried out in alarm.

“Oh? Suck it, you say?”

Jibeom had been teasing about doing exactly that, but the way Saewoo phrased it was too tempting to resist.

Smirking, he pressed his thumb against the sensitive, blushing tip, eliciting a sharp gasp.

“Ahh…!”

Seowoo opened his eyes wide, lifting his hips high.

Whether it was the intensity of the sensation or something else, clear droplets dripped steadily from the reddened tip of his hard penis.

“Oh my… Look at that. It’s crying.”

“Aah, it hurts…”

“Oh, is it crying because it hurts?”

“Hnng…”

Seowoo, who had already started sniffling, bit down hard on his lower lip and gave a small nod, his expression clearly pleading to be left alone.

But it didn’t last long.

Contrary to his pitiful demeanor, he began to slowly rub the spot Jibeom had just touched with the back of his hand.

“Hnn…”

Whether it was a sensitive spot or not, Seowoo’s breath quickened as he rubbed the slight indentation at the tip of his hard penis with his finger.

“You look like you’re enjoying this, love.”

“…Ah.”

At Jibeom’s whisper, Seowoo froze and stopped moving, belatedly becoming aware of himself.

“What’s wrong? Not going to keep going?”

“…”

“Or should I use my hand instead?”

Jibeom’s large palm, incomparable in size to Seowoo’s, loomed into view before moving toward his abdomen.

Without exerting any pressure, Jibeom stroked Seowoo’s lower stomach, and the warmth of his touch seeped through.

Seowoo’s heart began to race.

He imagined how good it would feel if his overheated hard penis were completely enclosed in that broad hand.

“No need to hold back. We got this far while kissing—don’t you think I should take responsibility?”

Jibeom, noticing Seowoo’s hesitation, whispered gently, his smile never fading.

“Just… a little, then.”

Still hesitant, Seowoo eventually gave in, nodding as he looked up at Jibeom.

“Want me to kiss you again?”

“…Yeah.”

A tongue flicked out to wet Seowoo’s glistening lips.

His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, as if he were parched, which made Jibeom chuckle.

“If only you were always this straightforward. How much easier would that be?”

Though Seowoo had occasionally acted flirtatiously when sober, Jibeom couldn’t help but appreciate how effortlessly things were unfolding now.

The memory of how much effort it had taken to draw out such behavior from Seowoo before only heightened his enjoyment of the present moment.

“Mm… Ahhh…”

Perhaps due to the alcohol, Seowoo was more vocal than usual, and his sounds fueled Jibeom further.

His large hand slipped under the waistband of Seowoo’s underwear, stroking the dampened shaft.

“Hngh!”

Seowoo, who had been focusing entirely on the kiss, opened his eyes wide.

He locked eyes with Jibeom, who had been watching him intently the entire time.

Seowoo’s ash-gray eyes reflected embarrassment, while Jibeom’s golden gaze curved mischievously into a half-moon shape.

“…!”

Then, Jibeom’s hand moved to fondle Seowoo’s sensitive balls below.

The sudden stimulation sent waves of shivers through Seowoo’s body, his hair standing on end.

“Ah, ahh!”

Seowoo tried to break away from the overwhelming sensations, but Jibeom pressed closer, refusing to let him escape.

Before Seowoo could catch his breath, Jibeom’s tongue invaded his mouth again, dominating him completely.

Jibeom was relentless.

He explored Seowoo’s mouth freely, his hands working skillfully to intensify the sensations.

To an outsider, it might have seemed as though Jibeom was ruthlessly toying with Seowoo, pinning him down with his weight.

The room was filled with wet, sticky sounds, the heat of their mingling breaths thickening the air.

Thump, thump!

Seowoo, gasping heavily and overwhelmed, weakly pounded on Jibeom’s forearm.

Breathing was becoming difficult, but Jibeom remained unmoving, like an immovable boulder.

“Mmh…!”

Flushed deep red from his face to his neck, Seowoo eventually bit down on Jibeom’s lips to catch a desperate breath.

“Hah, hah…! Ahh! I’m—I’m coming!”

At the peak of his release, Seowoo arched his back, his legs trembling and closing tightly together.

The soft flesh of his thighs clenched around Jibeom’s wrist just as thick, pearly fluid erupted from his heated hard penis.

Seowoo’s entire body trembled as though he were struck by electricity, his climax prolonged and intense.

“Hnngh… Hah…?”

Just then, Jibeom tilted Seowoo’s chin up, capturing the dazed look of release on his flushed face.

Seowoo stared blankly at him, his silvery gaze meeting Jibeom’s blazing golden eyes.

As Seowoo’s hand weakly reached for Jibeom’s lips, he muttered softly.

“Jibeom… You’re bleeding…”

Noticing the faint red marks he’d left on Jibeom’s lower lip, Seowoo murmured an apology before slipping into a drowsy slumber, utterly spent.

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