UR Chapter 93

Chapter 93

“Haa…”

He exhaled slowly. In his head, filthy fantasies played on a loop—of stripping away every bit of clothing from the innocent-eyed Kang I-bom, of sliding his fingers into that pink entrance and stirring until it was wet and messy, of taking out his rigid erection to rub against him, and then pushing it in all the way.

In his mind, the naked I-bom twisted his hips and came again and again. Damn it. He wasn’t some teenager going through puberty, yet the images were so lurid, so base, that even he was at a loss for words.

“If you’re scared, we don’t have to do it. Bonding—prusten—isn’t exactly a light act.”

He forced his breathing down, speaking gently. This was the final of the final, the very last step. Eun Beom-ho was standing on the edge of his patience, twisting it to its limit to hold himself together.

“Will you be okay with it?”

His face was expressionless, but his thoughts were a jumbled, discordant mess. If he’d still been wearing his smartwatch, the warning alarm would have gone off dozens of times by now, but thankfully, he’d thrown it aside.

“Ah, no. I… I thought about it and…”

I-bom’s shoulders were pulled tight with tension. Beom-ho reached out, gently patting those shoulders and brushing aside his messy hair. As his forehead was revealed, the fine hairs underneath were damp. Like grooming, he rubbed them softly to absorb the moisture. I-bom’s brows knit faintly.

“I’ll do it. The kiss…”

“……”

If I-bom had said he was nervous, or to stop, Beom-ho had planned to stop.

It was said that tigers had strong sexual desire, but to Beom-ho, desire was like an unpleasant, sticky foreign substance. He had never once felt it so sharply that his groin ached—until now.

The sweetly trembling warmth of I-bom’s breath was nothing like the illusions he’d dreamed of; it was vividly real. That was why he’d intended to end it with just a short kiss. He was a beastman who knew how to hold back, and he had no intention of handling I-bom roughly.

“…But, I… I want to do it.”

Still, all that resolve crumbled the moment I-bom spoke those pitiful words.

“…Ah.”

With a scrape of chair legs, I-bom pushed the dining chair back, seating Beom-ho and clearing a space for himself to stand. Then, facing him squarely with a serious, determined look, he bent slightly forward.

“Y-you have to stay still.”

Smack.

I-bom puckered his lips like a small beak and pressed them to Beom-ho’s.

“……”

‘Isn’t it okay to be honest about desire? We’ll both have mating seasons eventually.’

Jin-sang’s words echoed in his mind.

‘Desire…’

I-bom lifted his head to look directly at the man before him. This was someone he liked being around—someone who made him want to smile when their eyes met, who made him want to lean closer into that firm chest when their shoulders touched. Feelings stirred within him, wanting to see the disciplined, austere expression on that tall, muscular man’s face crumble.

Shaking slightly, he hesitated, then pressed their lips together again. The soft sensation rode on gentle breaths, making his senses sharpen.

‘…This feels weird.’

What should he do next? I-bom thought back to scenes from movies and tilted his head lightly to suck on Beom-ho’s lower lip.

“Haa…”

Just from that light suction, a deep breath escaped from inside Beom-ho. I-bom reached up to stroke the back of his neck, the way Beom-ho had done to him. Beneath the long, firm neck, the taut veins twitched. The way the man’s body responded to his touch felt strange and fascinating.

“Mmh…”

Beom-ho’s eyelids trembled faintly as he swallowed a low hum. I-bom glanced at him and licked at the corner of his lips, then cautiously slipped his tongue inside.

His tongue moved clumsily, as if it had never touched anyone else’s but Beom-ho’s before—slow, awkward, lacking finesse, but somehow all the more arousing for it.

“…I-bom.”

Beom-ho’s fingertips trembled as he accepted the unskilled kiss.

“Mmh…”

With unsteady movements, I-bom gently brushed his tongue against the inside of Beom-ho’s lips. Thinking it might be hard to give a deep kiss with his small lips and tongue, he lightly sucked on the tip of Beom-ho’s tongue as if savoring candy. The small bumps rubbed together softly. Aside from the strange feeling, an odd, tingling sensation bloomed below his navel. Startled, I-bom pulled back.

‘It’s my first time… Am I being too forward?’

The sound of their lips parting echoed in the quiet house, making him feel even more embarrassed. The glistening strand of saliva stretching between them caught the light, and he quickly wiped his mouth.

“……”

“Uh… how was it? The kiss…”

He’d tried, really—but with the other man so silent, I-bom laughed shyly. His straight, bright eyes met Beom-ho’s between flushed cheeks. There was no hint of lewdness in them, only pure curiosity. Like a student awaiting his test results, he blinked and straightened awkwardly. Beom-ho’s eyes narrowed long and slow.

“…Ha.”

A laugh, heavy with desire, slipped out as if mocking himself. This… was practically torture.

Beom-ho had known from the moment I-bom bent forward that this would happen—

That as soon as those fluttering breaths closed the gap and pressed to his lips with a smack, his groin would ache with need.

He eased his hips back slightly. If I-bom saw the size of his erection, he might recoil. In truth, he had been restraining himself completely, but even so, a thick, damp breath escaped his throat.

The kiss might have been as clumsy as a puppy licking, but it was indecent beyond explanation.

That tiny mouth looked too small to even take a finger properly, and yet before he could think further, I-bom was imitating something he must have seen somewhere—slipping his tongue inside and squirming it. It was the kind of cute kiss no one would believe had ever been practiced with anyone else. But the amusement faded quickly; when the tip of that small tongue flicked against Beom-ho’s teeth, he found it hard to breathe.

“It… wasn’t good, was it? I’ve never done it before. If it was something I could… practice, I would have.”

I-bom lowered his eyebrows in embarrassment.

“I-bom.”

His lips curled endlessly after receiving that clumsy kiss. The fingertips he’d been pressing to his own mouth trembled faintly.

“Why would you need practice?”

Gripping I-bom’s wrist, he pulled him into his arms and murmured at his ear—

“You’re only ever going to do this with me, anyway.”

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“Ugh, Beom-ho… w-wait, just… a moment…”

His hot lips pressed down deeply over I-bom’s.

“Mm, say it. I’m listening… huh…”

“I… my breath… mmph, I want to… hh, I want to breathe…”

Panting, I-bom turned his head away.

“Haa… hh…”

He wanted to take a deep breath, but the timing never lined up, and his collarbone rose and fell restlessly.

“Mm, breathe then.”

But Beom-ho caught his turned jaw and sealed their mouths together again. His kiss was far deeper and more sultry than I-bom’s had been—blindly, fiercely digging in, as if he had no intention of letting him breathe. There was a hurriedness that was nothing like the gentlemanly composure he usually wore.

“Mmph…!”

I-bom blinked rapidly, twisting his body this way and that. Whatever it was that had provoked him, a sharp gleam flashed in Beom-ho’s eyes when he glanced sideways. It was bad—he couldn’t breathe, and tears welled up in his eyes, but the solid body pinning him down didn’t pull away.

“Hh…!”

So much for convictions—they snapped all too easily. Rubbing I-bom’s soft earlobe, Beom-ho tangled his tongue with his. He knew that by tomorrow, he’d be hit hard with the backlash of guilt for not restraining himself with such an innocent, clueless pup. He couldn’t imagine how much it would hurt—but for now, that didn’t matter.

“Uhh, I… I can’t… hh, I can’t breathe… I… I want to—breathe…”

I-bom’s body trembled as he teared up. Seeing the dampness beneath his eyes, Beom-ho hesitated before speaking.

“Then, stick your tongue out.”

“L-like this…?”

Even now, maybe thinking he should just do as told, I-bom opened his mouth and stuck out his plump tongue. It was the same flushed pink as his heated earlobes.

“Good.”

To Beom-ho, that defenseless display looked dangerously tempting—like the inside of a predator’s jaws. He wasted no time curling his tongue around it and rubbing slowly. It was shameless, almost obscene, like the act of sucking something far more intimate. The lewd, wet sound of sucking echoed through the quiet house.

“Mmph, hhmp…!”

I-bom shivered, panting hard. Beom-ho’s rough, greedy way of holding him felt unfamiliar. The heated breaths, the sensation of his tongue being rubbed—it almost felt like something else was being sucked, and it unsettled him. No… surely he was imagining things? But with that thought came a sharp rush of pleasure that spread through his whole body.

“Hhh! N-no… I, I can’t… anymore…!”

He pressed down on Beom-ho’s shoulder, but the man didn’t stop—instead pushing his thick tongue in deeper, sweeping over him roughly. The mismatch between the deep, exploring desire and I-bom’s dwindling air left him even more breathless. Every time the textured surface of Beom-ho’s tongue dragged down the inside of his, his head spun as if all oxygen had been cut off.

“Cough—kugh…!”

In the end, I-bom broke into a coughing fit.