CHDY 30

“Haeuh, euh, ah, Iha, Mr. Inha…”

After exhaling the smoke, Inha ground the cigarette into the ashtray. He rubbed the nape of his neck, acting as if he were deliberately stalling for time. He caressed the wing tattooed on his skin as if to confirm its presence.

Mr. Inha…, a cry was mixed in with the call. Inha’s penis stirred as if in response under the thin fabric. Jaeon’s pleading gaze was fixed on it as it moved with the rush of blood.

Inha soon pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on. He took a large step toward the bed. As he got closer to the whining voice, his back and thighs twitched.

“Heut, eut, qu, qui, ckly…!”

Jaeon twisted his body, urging him to come quickly. He reached out his arm and grabbed Inha’s hand. Inha’s gaze fell on the mucus flowing in several streams from the inside of his thigh. Jaeon, who had barely managed to sit up, hugged Inha fumblingly with his heated hands.

As soon as their bodies touched, he cried out, ‘At, at,’ and rubbed his fully aroused penis against him. He clung to Inha’s shoulder, inhaling his scent and rubbing his lips against him. He pulled his neck down and plunged into a hasty kiss. It was an urgent and utterly vulgar seduction. Inha felt his entire body tense at the movements that would normally have made him laugh hollowly.

“Mmm…!”

Looking down at the other man who was in heat like a dog, he placed a hand on his waist. He took on an attitude of reluctantly accepting him, then gently pushing him away.

At that rejecting touch, the clinging Jaeon let out a sobbing moan. He pressed his body tightly against him, trying not to be separated no matter what, and caressed and stroked his muscles all over. With a hand that had hastily moved down, he boldly grabbed Inha’s penis. He showered a clumsy kiss on the nape of his neck, which had become even harder as if by reflex.

“This, give it to me, give me more, qu, quickly…!”

He openly whined for the penis, shaking his hips. Inha’s brows, looking down, furrowed sharply. Veins stood out all over his blood-engorged body. His penis, which had by now emerged from his drawers, was being toyed with by Jaeon. Precum, which he hadn’t even realized had pooled, stretched out in a long strand.

Aheut, heuk, letting out a desperate moan, Jaeon coated the shaft with it. His mouth watered as he looked down at it covetously while hastily pumping it.

Jaeon was on his knees on the bed. Inha did not help Jaeon, who was trying to cling to him from the front and attempt insertion. Finally, Jaeon turned around, got on all fours, and lifted his hips. He pulled Inha’s penis towards him, urging him to enter.

The penis was sucked in with a slurp without difficulty. Inha’s hips moved on their own from the dizzying pressure. Kht, clearing his throat, Inha hugged Jaeon from behind. He held him up so that his upper body was lifted and slammed into him, thwack, thwack. The sound of his heavy scrotum hitting the wet spot echoed to the top of his head. Jaeon’s satisfied, almost screaming moans also reached the ceiling and echoed.

Inha pulled his penis out all at once. He turned Jaeon around and pushed in again, all at once. “Aheut—!!” As Jaeon screamed, his chin lifted high. He could see his erect nipples and penis. Inha picked him up. He gripped his thighs tightly, lifted his body, and at the same time as he raised his hips, he slammed in with all his might. Thwack—! Thwack—! Every time the penis was buried to the hilt, Jaeon squeezed the inside tightly and made a sound as if he were about to stop breathing.

He pounded into him a few more times while standing, then changed positions. While walking, by the window, on the desk, every time the space and posture changed slightly, Jaeon lost his mind and went into a frenzy. He rolled his eyes back, drooled, and clung to Inha.

By now, the floor was a mess. It was filled with things that had fallen as they bumped into everything and bodily fluids that had dripped from their joined parts. The two reached the door and kissed. Leaning Jaeon against the door, Inha showered him with rough kisses. Below, he pushed his penis in. Jaeon wrapped his limbs around Inha and clung to him like a marsupial. His feet had not touched the floor once since the insertion.

“Aheuk, ah, ah—!!”

Every time he thrusted, the back of Jaeon’s head rubbed against the door. His hair scattered messily as he moved up and down. Jaeon’s hand gripped the back of Inha’s head. Every time he squeezed, Inha shuddered as if he had been electrocuted.

The thrusting movements that had been going on for a while stopped. Inha, who had buried his face in the nape of Jaeon’s neck, gasped for breath roughly.

“Haaa…”

A moment later, he lifted his head and pulled his body away, his two eyes red with bloodshot veins. Saliva dripped from his mouth. At the act of stopping, Jaeon moved in a panic. As he tried to cling to him, veins stood out on Inha’s forearm like thick stems as he forcibly pulled him away.

“Ha…, home…”

His vision blurred, and for a moment he could not speak. It was hard to come to his senses. His entire body, taut with strength, was as hard as a rock. An impulse to pound into him boiled up.

To avoid being dominated by it, Inha clenched his fists. The penis, which had stopped moving inside, throbbed. Pain washed over his body as he endured the desire to pound into him harder and faster, so much so that it would be hard to breathe.

“You said you wanted to go home.”

Saying that, Inha grabbed the doorknob. Strength filled every joint of his clenched hand.

“Heut…!”

“Hmm? You said you wanted to go home.”

Not just his penis, but every part of him throbbed. Through his reddened vision, Inha turned the doorknob. As soon as he pulled Jaeon away from the door he was leaning on, a click echoed. He tried to lower the body he was holding to the floor. Jaeon, realizing this, hastily shook his head and clung to him in a flurry.

“N-no, it’s not, I-I don’t want to, n-no, I’m not going…!”

“…You’re not going?”

“Y-y-yeah, n-no, I, I’m not going…!”

Jaeon was in a frenzy, clinging to the muscular body, trying not to fall. At the writhing movement, a faint moan escaped Inha’s mouth. He squeezed the doorknob with enough force to break it.

“Then you’ll stay here?”

At the question, Jaeon nodded vigorously.

“No matter what happens?”

It was the moment his questioning breath became heightened.

Jaeon pulled Inha’s neck and kissed him. A rough sound of the door slamming shut, bang, followed.

The two threw their entangled bodies onto the bed as if they were falling. Inha roughly crushed the inside of Jaeon with his penis. He hugged him and hit the inside as violently as he wanted. Reason was lost and consciousness flew away in the whirlwind-like pleasure.

“Aheuh, ah, ah, ah…!!”

“Ah, kht, aeuk…!!”

Only he could satisfy Jaeon. With a strange conviction, Inha moved stronger and faster. The lewd smell stimulated Inha’s sense of smell. Jaeon was releasing the pheromones of when he reached his climax. He was crying out, clutching and biting Inha’s core tightly as if he did not want him to leave. Inha’s eyes, looking down at the completely broken Jaeon, glistened red.

Inha pushed Jaeon to his limit. He gripped Jaeon’s thighs tightly, spread them open, and slammed his penis down with maximum force. Jaeon screamed, his face contorting. The released pheromones of Inha stuck to every part of Jaeon’s body.

Thwack—!!

The root of Inha’s penis, which he had slammed in as if to finish, swelled up. As he pressed down and held on tight, biting and shaking, Jaeon trembled in shock.

“Aheuheu…!!”

“Ah…!!”

The two ejaculating bodies convulsed in shock. They held each other tightly and stopped breathing in the intense pleasure. Inha, his face contorted and mouth open, stared at Jaeon. He followed his every reaction, which changed every second, with his eyes.

Soon, his lips landed on the sweat-soaked face. Hot breaths mixed and tongues mixed. Jaeon was half out of his mind. Receiving the kiss, he opened his mouth in a daze. Soaked in pleasure, he was busy moaning, aeuh, haeuh, and accepting Inha.

Inha wrapped Jaeon with both hands. He kissed him, caressing his thin cheeks and the nape of his neck. He changed positions, putting Jaeon on top of him and hugging him. The swollen base had not yet subsided. Bubbles formed at the junction, and white, curdled semen seeped out. His abdomen was slick with the traces of what Jaeon had spilled several times. In that state, they mixed their lips and tongues and overlapped their bodies.

Their joined lips parted from time to time. Jaeon-ah, he called his name softly, and a faint whimper, eung, flowed out. Swallowing even the lingering echo of the sound, Inha explored his oral cavity with his tongue. Jaeon’s inside occasionally twitched and squeezed. Even in the midst of this, semen was seeping into Jaeon.

“Jaeon-ah…”

He called his name once more and wrapped his arm around his neck. Jaeon trembled slightly and flinched his hips. Inha’s thighs also twitched from time to time. The muscles and flesh that had been fully swollen were gradually calming down. Their softened pheromones mixed in the humid air.

“…My omega.”

At the end of the kiss, a whisper erupted like a moan. He murmured it a few more times while caressing his ear. He had once thought it was a terribly childish expression, but now, it could not be more perfect. Repeating it like a spell, Inha was soaked in deep satisfaction.

His closed eyes flew open.

The ceiling, submerged in darkness, unfolded before his eyes. Inha, who had been staring with stiff eyes as if waking from a nightmare, shot up with a jolt.

The first thing he felt was dampness. He touched his chest and found it was soaked in cold sweat. Haa, he let out a light breath and turned his head.

“……”

Where he turned his head, Jaeon was curled up and asleep. His pale face, submerged in the deep blue darkness, looked even whiter. He stared blankly at the scene as if looking at a painting, then reached out his hand. Only after fumbling with the hollow cheek did he confirm his reality.

Slowly and deeply, he bent his body. At a closer distance, he looked down at the man before him. This is not a hallucination, he repeated to himself like a madman and caressed his hair.

“…Mr. Jaeon.”

It was right after he noticed that something was wrong. Inha called his name.

“Mr. Jaeon. Wake up.”

A faint moan was mixed in with Jaeon’s exhalation. Come to think of it, the cheek his hand had touched seemed hot. The curled-up position now looked more like he was clutching his stomach than sleeping comfortably. His limp arm looked like that of someone who had fainted while enduring pain.

“What’s wrong. Are you hurt somewhere? Wake up, Mr. Jaeon!”

He shook the unconscious shoulder and hastily got off the bed. He put on his clothes, grabbed his car keys, and hurriedly picked up Jaeon.

In an instant, he went down to the parking lot and put Jaeon in the car. The destination he set before gripping the steering wheel and starting the car was the nearest hospital. While driving and checking on Jaeon’s condition, Inha kept talking to Jaeon. Jaeon, who was letting out faint moans, seemed to be losing consciousness more and more.

After arriving at the emergency room, he carried Jaeon in without a second thought. Fortunately, the emergency room was almost empty in the early morning. Jaeon was able to be examined immediately without having to wait. After safely sending Jaeon off, Inha was half out of his mind. His entire body was drenched in the sweat he had shed while running.

“Please fill this out here.”

What was held out to him was a registration form. Inha wiped the sweat from his face. His mind was blank.

“Are you alright? Would you like some water?”