PIA 140

“No, no! I don’t want—ahh!”

As soon as his breath returned, a scream came out from Ji-an’s throat. Reflexive tears spilled, and clear saliva trickled down the corner of his lips. Jeong Hee-seo lowered his head and licked it all up as if it was a waste.

“Lying again, aren’t you?”

Each time he pressed down with his weight, the folds of Ji-an’s body were entirely smoothed out. Every path he traced sent electric shocks rippling through him.

“Haaaah!”

The drops of sweat falling from Jeong Hee-seo’s body felt searing hot. The pressure bearing down on him made it feel like his body was about to burst, and the sharp sound of flesh slapping rang like fire in his ears.

Jeong Hee-seo reached the deepest depths of him.

“Mmmgh—!”

The sensation of the narrowest, innermost part of him being opened wide made Ji-an’s eyes snap open. A shiver raced through his body, and with it, clear liquid burst from the tip of his ld1ck. Below his tightly drawn testicles, Jeong Hee-seo’s thumb slowly rubbed his perineum, teasing him further. Jeong Hee-seo frowned slightly at the way Ji-an’s inner walls clung to him so tightly.

“You’re gripping me too hard.”

Watching Ji-an crumble under the pleasure he’d crafted, Jeong Hee-seo let out a satisfied chuckle. The way Ji-an’s trembling walls tightened and trembled around him was utterly gratifying.

“Feels… feels good.”

“Good? Is it good, Ji-an?”

So am I. I’m feeling good too. Jeong Hee-seo murmured into Ji-an’s ear, nibbling gently on his earlobe. Lowering his body completely to hold Ji-an in a tight embrace, Ji-an clung weakly to him in return.

“More… please, more.”

Though it seemed there was no space left for him to go deeper, Jeong Hee-seo’s greedy thrusts pushed further. A wild urge to bury himself up to the hilt, including his testicles, overtook him.

With his d1ck swollen to its limit, he filled Ji-an’s inner walls entirely. He buried the blunt tip deeply inside, pressing into the most tender part of him before pausing to catch his breath. The sensation of his movement, as though creating a knot within Ji-an, was almost hallucinatory.

Instinctively, Ji-an craved that knot. Wrapping his limbs around Jeong Hee-seo, he whispered near his ear.

“Harder… deeper. Give me more, inside me.”

Ji-an’s d1ck now lay utterly limp. It was hard to tell whether the water that was flowing out was thin semen or water. Despite his softened state, the friction of his own d1ck against Jeong Hee-seo’s abdomen still sent sparks of pleasure through him.

The heat and sensitivity where their bodies touched made him almost delirious. Drenched in Jeong Hee-seo’s pheromones, he begged again.

“Give it to me. Knot me.”

The gentle rubbing, scratching, and prodding of Ji-an’s swollen inner walls came to an abrupt halt. Jeong Hee-seo, unable to resist those words, froze momentarily before spilling himself deep inside. The release continued for what seemed like an eternity.

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Freshly washed from head to toe in warm water, Ji-an flopped onto the bed with a reddened body. Barely managing to slip his arms into a bathrobe, it hung loosely open, exposing his rounded hips temptingly. Watching from the powder room, Jeong Hee-seo clicked his tongue.

“Come here. Let me dry your hair.”

“No. I can’t stand.”

Ji-an pouted, swinging his feet lazily. It wasn’t his fault—it was Jeong Hee-seo’s.

The word “exhaustion” didn’t seem to exist in that man’s vocabulary. How he managed to keep up such relentless movements, bathe himself without skipping a step, and even wash Ji-an afterward was beyond comprehension.

And now, look at him. Even now, after all that, Jeong Hee-seo stood ramrod straight, diligently drying his hair.

Through the arched entrance to the powder room, Jeong Hee-seo could be seen naked, running a towel through his damp hair in front of the mirror. The warm yellow lighting highlighted his sleek waist, tightly rounded hips, and muscular thighs, showing off his strength effortlessly.

“Why are you staring like that?”

“Hmm? No reason. Nothing at all.”

Ji-an, who had been eyeing Jeong Hee-seo’s backside with a sly gaze, quickly uncrossed his legs when their eyes met in the mirror. Sitting up properly, he let out a heavy sigh. If this continued, he felt he might actually die.

Better not provoke him.

Ji-an tightened the loose belt of his robe and stood up. Before Jeong Hee-seo could return, he decided to tidy up the corner of the bed cluttered with Poggles’s things. But his eyes were suddenly drawn to the baby notebook he’d never bothered to open before.

“‘Jeong Poggles,’ huh?”

Running his fingers over the golden embossed name on the hard cover, Ji-an flipped it open—only to let out a loud scream at the first page.

“Hyung? What the hell is this? What did you do?”

Startled by the unexpected sight, his voice rose sharply.

“This! What is this, hyung!”

“What?”

“Is Poggles’s birthday December 25th?”

Jeong Hee-seo, who had rushed out thinking something serious had happened, momentarily froze when Ji-an asked about the baby’s birth date. Though Ji-an’s voice was desperate, the following words didn’t match the urgency.

“And?”

“What do you mean ‘and’? December 25th is Christmas!”

It was completely baffling. Ji-an seemed even more fired up at Jeong Hee-seo’s nonchalant response. For the first time since they started living together, Ji-an was genuinely angry.

“How can you be so unbothered by this?”

Finally, Jeong Hee-seo began to read the gravity in Ji-an’s expression. Though he still couldn’t understand why the baby’s Christmas birthday was problematic, there seemed to be a reason.

Ji-an’s lips turned white from biting them, his cheeks puffed with air. The observation that his freshly-washed, rosy, round cheeks looked cute wasn’t helping the situation.

“I’m more surprised that you’re only looking at that notebook now.”

Of course, Jeong Hee-seo’s answer wasn’t helpful either.

“Well, that’s because you take care of everything so well!”

Ji-an had fallen into a deep sleep in mid-November. When he woke up three months later, Poggles had already lost some of his newborn features, so he should have guessed the birthday would be around Christmas.

But this was Ji-an’s first time raising a child.

Moreover, having woken from a deep sleep, he’d lost his sense of time. Since the housekeeper and Jeong Hee-seo had efficiently handled everything from vaccinations to weight and height checks, Ji-an’s role had been limited to playing with Poggles. Thus, he hadn’t thought to check the baby’s information in the notebook.

Jeong Hee-seo put on his robe while watching Ji-an’s serious expression, noticing how Ji-an kept glancing at his body despite his anger.

Though pouncing on him would be an easy way to dissolve Ji-an’s anger, healthy couples should resolve conflicts through dialogue first.

Jeong Hee-seo crossed his arms and forced his brows to furrow, nodding his chin – a gesture to continue. In truth, he was holding back laughter.

Ji-an narrowed his eyes accusingly.

“How could you let him be born on the same day as someone famous?”

“By famous, you mean Jesus?”

“What, did you think I meant Buddha?”

Ji-an flopped backward onto the bed, acting like a child throwing a tantrum.

After organizing his thoughts while stroking his eyebrows, Jeong Hee-seo sat beside Ji-an. He placed Ji-an’s legs on his thighs and began caressing the soft skin under the robe while trying to soothe him.

“Are you worried Poggles will feel left out? Because his birthday overlaps with Christmas?”

“Poggles’s birthday will always be an afterthought now.”

“Why do you think that?”

“My birthday is Children’s Day. All my friends would go home that day… I know how it feels. When you’re young, they’re supposed to make you feel special on your birthday. I never got that.”

In truth, Ji-an hadn’t been warmly celebrated on either his birthday or Children’s Day. Having them coincide made him feel particularly lonely and sad. It didn’t help seeing friends bragging about gifts from their parents around that time. On his birthday, even friends who weren’t celebrating got presents and affection he didn’t receive. Even Woo-seok was busy receiving love from his parents and grandmother that day.

“I’m upset that someone else will overshadow Poggles’s birthday.”

Jeong Hee-seo swallowed hard looking at those eyes brimming with hurt feelings. He’d known Ji-an’s birthday was Children’s Day. In fact, Jeong Hee-seo had been excited about planning fun events combining Poggles’s Children’s Day celebrations with Ji-an’s birthday once the baby was old enough to understand.

He never expected such a story behind it.

“Oh, my dear Ji-an…”

Jeong Hee-seo pulled up the liquid-like Ji-an and hugged him tight. It was funny, heartbreaking, and adorable all at once. What should he do with this person?

“He was born by C-section anyway, couldn’t you have chosen a different date?”