DHG Ch 59

Heewoo knew what the man was saying, having seen his own underside countless times in various positions and with forced words.

Jang Seungyung tightened his grip, as if to look even closer. The wide-spread buttocks, the hot breath felt so close against the thin perineal skin. Unable to move, prone Heewoo’s eyes reddened again.

“Your nipples are plump because you have to breastfeed babies…. What about this? Why is this so fleshy, huh?”

The constant barrage of dirty talk pushed the exhausted Heewoo to his limit. The man continued to tease him with a playful voice.

“Were you hiding this plump spot because you were embarrassed? Is that why you haven’t shown it to me until now?”

“Sob… No… Hng, no!”

“Haah…. Your cunt seems to be talking back.”

Jang Seungyung commented on the flesh twitching with Heewoo’s breaths. He playfully rubbed his lips against the crease of Heewoo’s buttocks and then pulled the slightly trembling shoulders closer.

With a thud, their positions reversed. When Heewoo opened his dazed eyes, he was lying face down on top of the leisurely sprawled Jang Seungyung.

The necklace dangling from his neck fell. He blinked at the hand fiddling with the small silver pendant, but only for a moment before shrinking back.

“Hng…!”

The finger that had delved between his buttocks roughly pressed between his hole and scrotum again. Because of the thorough teasing, it felt as if he could feel even the rough fingerprints against his thin skin.

Jang Seungyung, holding Heewoo’s jumping waist firmly with his other arm, continued in a low voice.

“Then why don’t you show me? Huh? Why do you keep hiding something so delicious-looking?”

“That’s… Hng, that’s nonsense, it’s forced… Ah, it’s forced…!”

“Oh, aren’t you embarrassed?”

“…….”

“Haha…. Good.”

The man stretched his lips into a long smile.

“Show me every day from now on.”

Every single day, along with your asshole. Make sure it’s visible. He added as if he had just remembered. At the blunt and explicit demand, Heewoo’s eyes welled up again.

For the first time, he almost said no, but swallowed the word. Because if this man really wanted it, he could do anything. Because he really… really liked him.

Heewoo nodded, his face clearly showing his upset feelings.

“But… please… Hng… stop making it so hard for me now.”

“…….”

“Just… Just put it in.”

Before he could finish speaking, the man lunged.

Their positions reversed again. The large hand that laid Heewoo down wiped away the brimming tears with its warm touch.

Backlit by the dusky lighting and the setting sun, the man’s eyes were a dark brown. Their brief eye contact sent a short ripple through Heewoo’s heart, but soon their lips were entangled.

Jang Seungyung sucked and explored Heewoo’s lips as if starved. He relentlessly mixed their tongues and lips. As if an eternity of kissing wouldn’t be enough.

A kiss so overwhelming that it made Heewoo’s entire face wet, holding the back of his head and licking, nibbling, and biting his lips, chin, and even his nose, as if he would truly devour him.

“Hah—.”

He let out a moan that sounded like a sob. It was a little hard to breathe, his nose tingling with the man’s pheromones and scent.

Even so, Heewoo pulled Jang Seungyung closer.

Jang Seungyung, in turn, hesitated. Heewoo, breathing heavily, was reaching out and pulling him close. Feeling the light weight willingly leaning against him, even after being teased and kissed so fiercely, he felt like his soul was leaving his body.

He swallowed a harsh curse. His cock, which had sprung up in an instant, twitched. He was struck by the urge to immediately pierce the soft flesh and make Heewoo, who was submissively offering his long neck, cry, but he took a deep breath.

“Hoo… Now’s not the time to act spoiled, right? Hmm?”

“Haah, sob—.”

“If you’re suffocating, you should slap me or something.”

He forcibly suppressed his dog-like inner thoughts. He soothed Heewoo, suppressing the urge to fill both his upper and lower mouths with himself.

“Come on. You need to… secure your airway first. Breathe.”

“Haah, haah….”

Jang Seungyung stroked Heewoo’s heaving chest as if patting him. Instead of his lips, he gently sucked and nibbled on his salty, wet earlobe, and Heewoo lifted his tear-stained face. Light entered his hazy eyes, shimmering like the surface of the sea viewed from the abyss.

He impulsively darted out his tongue to lick them, and the startled eyelids squeezed shut. He was smiling as the trembling thin skin and long eyelashes transmitted delicate sensations to his taste buds.

After taking a couple of breaths, Heewoo suddenly initiated a kiss.

Peck.

Receiving the firmly pressed kiss, Jang Seungyung stiffened involuntarily. The next moment, he wrapped his arms around Heewoo’s lower back.

They shared breaths and tremors, their lips gently pressed together.

Jang Seungyung wanted to thrust his tongue in and taste Heewoo as he pleased, as he had done before, but he knew that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to savor this ticklish moment.

There was nothing else to do but hold him tightly in his arms. With their warm, bare chests pressed close together, it was the moment when they felt only the pounding of their hearts.

Heewoo, after just such a deep kiss, pulled his head back. Jang Seungyung, involuntarily disappointed, asked,

“Is that it?”

“…Was it bad?”

“No way.”

At Jang Seungyung’s reply, the corners of Heewoo’s mouth twitched. A slight curve formed on his reddened, swollen lips. Did he just smile? Jang Seungyung’s eyes widened.

Surprisingly thrilled, Seungyung, who had only been watching quietly, grinned uncertainly.

“Is your body okay? You were crying like a faucet again.”

Was it because his heat cycle wasn’t complete, or was it his natural temperament?

Jang Seungyung had clearly realized while having sex with Kwon Heewoo that, although he tried not to show it, the guy had a small heart. He was so subtly timid that his eyes never dried up.

Even normally, he walked slowly and carried things carefully, so it seemed he had a cautious nature.

“I… I’m okay. I’m healthy.”

Heewoo spoke a little quickly. A slight anxiety came over him. As if Jang Seungyung would abandon him if he wasn’t healthy.

“You don’t have to be healthy.”

Raising an eyebrow, Jang Seungyung chuckled and gently stroked Heewoo’s tear-free eyes. He hadn’t even sat him on top and fucked him as he’d dreamed, nor had he lifted and pounded him, so why was he so timid?

He wanted to lift him up right then and there and thrust into his timid, soft hole, but instead, he buried his nose in Heewoo’s long, exposed neck. He inhaled the pheromones deeply. A cozy, sweet scent filled his nostrils.

Sweet.

Heewoo’s pheromones, finally clear due to the heat, were like warm vanilla. At first, it seemed to burst forth cool and sweet like a freshly peeled tangerine, but the more he savored it, the warmer and sweeter it became, with a milky scent.

Vanilla.

It was just like his pheromones. Sweet, soft, hates pain, only likes childish, affectionate touches, cries after having proper sex….

Jang Seungyung grinned, baring his teeth, and rubbed his lips against the cozy, sweet neck.

He playfully tugged on the necklace string and then subtly aligned his cockhead underneath. The softened entrance opened, sticky and wet.

“You’re still wet?”

“…Because I’m in heat.”

Heewoo answered that way, even though he didn’t really know.

“Ha… I’ll have to see if you’re wet or dry when you’re not in heat. If you’re dry, I’ll suck you off again.”

“…….”

“Shall we do what you like now? ‘Putting it in’?”

He asked, looking Heewoo in the eyes, using the words Heewoo had used, “Put it in.”

The round pupils, like the mucous membrane sucking on his glans, wavered. Suppressing the violent urge to slam into him and make him cry, Jang Seungyung gently applied pressure.

Heewoo’s chin lifted. The loosened mucous membrane, due to their previous coupling, gradually tightened around his cock.

“Aah… Ha, ah…”

“Haah….”

This is heaven. Jang Seungyung bit and sucked on Heewoo’s smooth chin, swallowing a moan. Unlike the first time, when it was suffocatingly tight, now that his flesh had loosened considerably and joined with his, a thrill ran through him, making the back of his head ring.

Heewoo felt similarly. Deeply impaled by the large penis and wriggling, he let out desperate moans through gritted teeth, despite the suffocating pressure.

“Hah… Ung…”

“Hoo… Do you like my cock that much? Ha… Enough to chew on it like this, so tightly?”

The man, his forehead pressed against Heewoo’s, asked mischievously. Heewoo, flushed crimson, inwardly affirmed the question.

He thought it was all because of the pheromones. Because of his own pheromones, in heat, and Jang Seungyung’s alpha pheromones that covered his entire body.

Even though he had experienced countless incredible orgasms, a lingering heat still spread through his body. As if he wanted more, his backside was wet and his chest itched.

Is this what a heat cycle is like?

He had never experienced a heat before. It was also his first time spending a heat with an alpha, so he didn’t know.

“Ah…!”

Once again, the thick penis thrust into him, as if slamming into his stomach. After receiving it several times with the same speed and intensity, tears welled up in Heewoo’s eyes.

“Haah… Crying again?”

Jang Seungyung, pulling on his arm, smiled and rubbed his lips against his. He turned his head to avoid the kisses that licked and nibbled at his wet eyelids, so Jang Seungyung stroked and touched his armpits and nipples. A genuinely regretful tone followed.

“What are we going to do, you’re having such a hard time.”

However, despite the affectionate voice, the man didn’t pull his cock out of Heewoo even a little.