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“Uwaa… Ah!”
Saewoo flailed his limbs sluggishly, but it was no use—Jibeom had already caught him.
His frantic attempt to escape was in vain as he was turned onto his side.
And once again, his sensitive spot was seized.
Jibeom wrapped his hand around Saewoo’s member, which fit snugly in his palm, and stroked it a few times.
A wet sound followed as his hand quickly became slick.
Even as Saewoo trembled from the overwhelming sensation of release, Jibeom didn’t stop—if anything, he used it as lubrication and continued his movements.
“What, are you a rabbit? You just came, and you’re already hard again.”
This was already the third time.
After climaxing twice, he should have calmed down by now, or at least shown signs of exhaustion.
But instead, Saewoo’s was standing even stiffer than before, leaking sweetly.
Jibeom had taken him in his mouth once, stroked him with his palm once, and now, as if craving a different kind of stimulation, Saewoo’s flushed length was twitching eagerly, looking like a plump, excited sausage.
“Are you in heat?”
“Hngh! Ah, n-no…!”
Jibeom had merely muttered to himself, but Saewoo, startled, yelped in protest.
His unusually quick reaction made Jibeom’s eyes narrow slightly.
“You’re not?”
“……”
“You’re really not?”
Repeating the question, Jibeom pulled off Saewoo’s T-shirt.
Before he knew it, Saewoo was left wearing nothing but a pair of white socks.
He curled in on himself, but the moment Jibeom’s deep scent washed over him, his expression slackened.
“Yeah, right. Look at you—you’ve been showing it off this whole time. You’re obviously in heat.”
Smack.
Jibeom pressed a kiss to Saewoo’s flushed, plump cheek. Saewoo let out a visible gasp, his panting growing erratic as his body twitched uncontrollably.
“I… I don’t know… Just, hurry….”
Unable to hold back any longer, Saewoo turned his head and kissed Jibeom.
He slipped past Jibeom’s slightly parted lips, inhaling his warm breath as if it were the very air he needed to survive.
Haa… haa…
As he swallowed down Jibeom’s breath like it was oxygen, his hand slowly started to move.
Perhaps he couldn’t bear being left neglected any longer—he was trying to touch himself.
Smack.
“Ah…!”
His wrist was caught.
Saewoo, who had been showering Jibeom with desperate kisses with his eyes closed, startled and jerked away.
He tried to use his other hand, but it was futile.
Jibeom wasn’t letting him touch himself.
“W-why…?”
“I’m fine, but if you come three times, you’ll be the one struggling.”
Saying it was all for his sake, Jibeom swiftly flipped Saewoo over.
With a pillow tucked under his stomach, lifting his hips up, Saewoo found himself bewildered.
A warm breath brushed against the area near his tailbone.
“Gasp…! No, don’t—!”
Realizing what Jibeom intended to do, Saewoo flailed like a fish out of water.
But Jibeom easily subdued him, grabbing his soft, plump cheeks and pulling them apart.
Before him was a clean, tightly shut entrance, untouched as if it had never been used.
“Looks just like you.”
Hearing Jibeom casually comment on such a thing left Saewoo utterly mortified.
His breath hitched, his body tensed, and Jibeom chuckled at his reaction.
Jibeom kneaded the soft flesh of Saewoo’s backside as if working dough, then ran his damp, hot tongue along the seam.
“Hiiik…!”
The sharp sensation shot up his spine, making Saewoo shudder.
The heat that had been pooling in his flushed face now rushed downward.
More than fear, it was overwhelming humiliation that consumed him.
His upper body lurched up instinctively, and he frantically crawled forward on his knees, trying to escape.
But he barely got anywhere before his ankle was caught.
Squish.
Jibeom easily dragged him back, looking puzzled.
“Why are you acting so shy all of a sudden? You were the one who said you wanted to sleep with me.”
“T-That… That and this are… d-different… It’s just… so, so… dirty… Hnngh…”
Saewoo’s voice wavered, and he couldn’t bring himself to finish.
Overcome with embarrassment, he tried to cover his burning face and trembling thighs with his hands, then curled into himself.
Even his fingertips had flushed a deep pink.
“Hah.”
Watching Saewoo tremble, Jibeom exhaled in exasperation and let go of his ankle.
Saewoo flinched, as if expecting some sort of retaliation, but when nothing came, he didn’t dare lift his head.
Jibeom frowned at the sight.
Wondering how to tease him, his eyes landed on Saewoo’s feet, clad in white socks.
They were much smaller than his own and were curled up tightly in tension.
Jibeom smirked and murmured lowly.
“It’s not dirty. And I was just trying to make it easier for you.”
“…….”
“I thought you weren’t feeling much from my cock….”
His voice trailed off.
As his words grew softer, Saewoo hesitantly removed his hands from his face.
His wide eyes blinked in confusion.
Jibeom had his head lowered, almost as if he was apologizing.
“Ah….”
Saewoo’s heart clenched.
He wasn’t rejecting Jibeom—he was just too overwhelmed, too ashamed of experiencing something so unfamiliar.
But… had he unintentionally hurt Jibeom?
‘I can’t do this… I was the one who wanted this first… Of course, this kind of preparation is necessary….’
Saewoo wasn’t completely ignorant.
He knew how things worked between two men, how much more thorough preparation had to be.
‘Jibeom was probably trying to be considerate in his own way….’
Realizing how selfish he had been, Saewoo slowly relaxed his tense body.
Then, feeling guilty, he cautiously reached out toward Jibeom.
In that instant—grab.
His ankle was caught again.
“Ah—!”
Before he could react, his foot was guided somewhere. His gaze instinctively followed.
Saewoo’s expression twisted in shock.
Slide, slide, slide—
Jibeom held his slender ankle in place and began rubbing it against his own arousal.
At some point, he had pulled himself free from his pants, and every time his foot brushed against the flushed tip, pre-cum oozed from the swollen head.
“Kh…”
The pristine white sock was quickly dampened with the thick, sticky liquid.
Jibeom bit his lower lip, watching intently.
The mere sight of it was enough to make him feel like he could cum right then and there.
“…….”
Saewoo was speechless.
Every ragged breath Jibeom took sent a shiver down his spine, each exhale ringing in his ears like a pulse.
He should be disgusted, should be appalled—but instead, an inexplicable heat surged within him.
Especially seeing Jibeom like this—his usual composed face now flushed, sweat trickling down his skin.
The way his hand and forearm flexed, veins bulging as he gripped tightly.
The taut, lean muscles shifting with every breath.
“…Kh, ngh…!”
Saewoo was still staring, his gaze heavy with heat, when—
Throb, throb.
With a low groan, Jibeom came.
Thick, white liquid spurted from his tip, drenching the sock, his hand, and even Saewoo’s legs.
He shuddered through the aftershocks, his cock still pressed against Saewoo’s foot, smearing more of the milky fluid onto his already stained sock.
Some even splattered onto Saewoo’s pale thighs and the back of his hand.
The sheer volume was overwhelming.
Compared to Saewoo, the difference was almost laughable.
A long, opaque trail dripped down Saewoo’s inner thigh, pooling over his trembling fingers.
“Haa… I feel better now. Figured letting one out would make things easier for you too.”
Jibeom ran a hand up his still-hard length, looking satisfied.
Saewoo had been staring at it without realizing—until he suddenly snapped back to his senses.
“I didn’t think you’d actually watch.”
Jibeom noticed.
“W-What? I wasn’t—! I mean… your sock—doing that… you’re such a pervert….”
Mumbling incoherently, Saewoo averted his gaze.
Jibeom smirked and reached out, intending to wipe the mess from Saewoo’s hand.
“Wait, hold on—”
Saewoo jerked his hand away, bringing it close to his chest.
Then, as if on instinct, he hesitated… and subtly inhaled.
A sharp, musky scent filled his nose.
It was a little sour, a little salty.
His breath quickened, and his heart pounded.
Beneath the pungency, there was also something warm and familiar—the scent that clung to Jibeom lately.
“What the hell. Looks like I’m not the only pervert here…?”
Jibeom had been watching him intently.
Grinning, he leaned in. Saewoo’s lips parted slightly as their faces drew close—then he turned away at the last second.
Jibeom let out a breathy chuckle.
“See? You’re getting all worked up over me—mmph!”
Before he could finish, Saewoo grabbed him by the nape and pulled him into a desperate kiss.
It was messy, frantic, full of unrestrained hunger.
He rubbed against Jibeom’s lips, gasping for air in between.
“Mmnh! Ngh, ah—”
Suddenly, Saewoo stiffened.
His grip loosened, and his head fell back with a sharp tremble.
“Baek Saewoo…?”
Jibeom, startled, looked down—then froze.
His abdomen was wet.
Drip, drip.
From between Saewoo’s trembling thighs, a thin, translucent liquid trickled out.
His flushed, twitching length quivered, still leaking.
He had cum.
Without even being touched.
“You….”
Jibeom barely had time to register the sight before—
“Nngh, ah… Hnn, hngh….”
Tears welled in Saewoo’s eyes.
He clung onto Jibeom, voice trembling with desperation.
“I… I want to lay eggs… hngh… Make a nest… hhic….”
…With Jibeom.
The moment those words left his lips, something in Jibeom’s mind snapped.
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