DHG Ch 61

“Are you trying to hide your crotch from me with this trick again?”

“…No.”

“Aha, so it’s not an attempt to hide your asshole?”

“Yes…. Hng. This time, haah, it really wasn’t.”

“Hoo…. Then, at least give me a kiss.”

Jang Seungyung, having stopped his movements on Heewoo and simply feeling the pulsing flesh against him, subtly urged him. He nuzzled the back nestled in his arms, and a small, delicate face glanced back.

Then, peck, lips brushed against his cheek. Heewoo lingered there.

“…….”

Affectionate and warm breath scattered across his cheek. At the ticklish, moist touch, Jang Seungyung, who had been patiently wrinkling his nose, soon gave up. He started thrusting shallowly into Heewoo. He clung to him and kissed him with an impatient speed.

“Hng, uh, uh, mm—.”

“…Haah, open your lips more.”

He felt like he needed to kiss him properly, since if he thrust into his hole as he pleased, Heewoo would probably start crying again. Heewoo, meeting his gaze, slightly parted his trembling lips. The heated flesh parted, revealing a tongue wriggling like the mucous membrane deep inside him.

Jang Seungyung tightly embraced Kwon Heewoo. He explored and nibbled on those delicious red lips to his heart’s content for a long time.

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Their lovemaking, which had continued for nearly twenty hours, punctuated by sleep and meals, finally concluded in the evening. Heewoo barely ate the porridge Jang Seungyung brought him before drifting off to sleep.

When he woke up, half-lost in a hazy dream, he was in the bathroom. They were sitting facing each other in a bathtub filled with fragrant, steaming water, the man’s firm chest pressed against his, radiating warmth.

“You even leave pretty handprints.”

A gentle hand massaged his back, accompanied by a now familiar voice. Jang Seungyung was washing him. In a daze, he scooped up some bubbles and moved his hand towards Jang Seungyung, and a low chuckle tickled his ear.

Was it because he was in the arms of the person he loved?

Heewoo buried his face deep in the man’s neck. His drowsy mind, craving the pheromones mixed with the cologne, was filled with only one thought: This is so good. It’s so good, it felt almost too much happiness.

His body felt comfortable too. Although parts of him ached or tingled from their sometimes intense lovemaking, a more fundamental ache had been soothed. His head felt clear and light for the first time in a while.

Even in his hazy state, Heewoo realized that the low-grade fever that had been plaguing him for so long had completely disappeared. Perhaps it was thanks to having a normal heat cycle. He thought, then probably drifted back to sleep.

And so, the next morning, Heewoo slowly opened his eyes, feeling incredibly refreshed for the first time in a while.

“…….”

The unfamiliar high ceiling came into view. He was still in the bedroom. And the moment he saw Jang Seungyung lying in the same bed, Heewoo felt a slight tremor.

He was lying on his back, looking at the ceiling, then carefully turned his head. He saw the sleeping man’s face. The high-bridged nose, the tightly closed eyelids, the thick eyelashes….

It really wasn’t a dream.

Heewoo’s heart pounded.

He took a deep, excited breath. Feeling like he was peeking at the sleeping man, he shifted his gaze back to the ceiling, but kept looking back at him.

He breathed heavily, making the sheets rustle, then, unable to resist, his gaze was drawn back like a magnet, again and again. He was about to roll over and face the man when…

Jang Seungyung opened his eyes. Their gazes met in the faint sunlight filtering through the curtains.

“…Did you sleep well?”

The man’s voice was slightly hoarse. A bright smile slowly spread across his still sleepy face.

That smile shook Heewoo. A thrill, like joy, swept through his body again. He even forgot to breathe for a moment.

“Oh, it’s cold.”

If Jang Seungyung hadn’t suddenly said that and pulled Heewoo into his arms, he would have remained frozen. Heewoo exhaled shakily in the embrace that held him tightly. They were both naked, so every time their bare skin brushed against each other, the sheets rustled.

“Ung, it tickles.”

Heewoo said, hugging the firm body as Jang Seungyung kissed his neck. But the man didn’t stop kissing. He kissed his collarbone and the skin beneath his ear. Small sounds of admiration and the peck of skin on skin echoed continuously.

Heewoo occasionally squeezed his eyes shut, but curiously stroked the man’s jet-black hair, illuminated by the sunlight. After spending a good part of the morning lazing in bed, the two of them finally got up because of a rumbling sound from Heewoo’s stomach.

“Haha, are you hungry?”

The man, who had become much more prone to laughter, wrapped Heewoo, still in the sheets, and lifted him up. His muscular physique, despite his tall stature, didn’t look bulky at all as he moved effortlessly.

“What do you want to eat the most?”

They headed straight for the kitchen. They had initially planned to eat out, but since Heewoo was uncomfortable walking, they decided to have breakfast at home.

Heewoo, sitting in a dining chair, soon decided on a menu. Jang Seungyung, emerging from the dressing room wearing only pants, asked in surprise,

“You really want that?”

“Do you not like it?”

Heewoo asked back, ready to change his mind if the man didn’t like it.

“No. You should eat whatever you want. Hmm….”

Jang Seungyung reached out and briefly caressed Heewoo’s reddened lips. He made a phone call, and Heewoo waited, sitting in the kitchen filled with sunlight and gentle silence.

He could see the man’s bare upper body as he spoke on the phone with his back half-turned. He stared blankly at the man’s broad, sculpted back, then noticed the faint red marks he had left.

Heewoo quickly averted his gaze. The fact that there were more similar marks on his own body made him even hotter.

“Do you want coffee?”

The man asked after finishing his call. Fortunately, he hadn’t noticed Heewoo’s fluster and began operating the coffee machine, which looked almost new.

“I’m going to have some. It seems fitting for a morning like this.”

Jang Seungyung said, unfolding the instruction manual.

“I’m finally using this white elephant I practically inherited. The beans aren’t great, though. I can’t tell the difference, but I know what’s here now isn’t good.”

“I’ll have some too.”

In truth, Heewoo would have been happy with anything the man gave him. At his reply, Jang Seungyung, taking a bag of beans from the shelf, grinned.

“Good. Let’s test whether our tastes are the same or different.”

Soon, the soft aroma of coffee spread along with the whirring sound of the grinder.

In the bright, leisurely silence of the morning kitchen, the two sat side by side at the table, drinking coffee from identical mugs. Indeed, the strong coffee was perfect for this kind of morning. Savoring the bitter aroma and the warmth spreading through his stomach, Heewoo expressed his feelings.

“I like it.”

With each sip of the warm coffee, a faint floral scent lingered in his nose.

“I like this coffee.”

The scent captivated Heewoo, to the point of overriding even his desire to share the same tastes as the person he loved. Heewoo explained enthusiastically in the sunlight.

“It’s similar to your pheromones.”

“My pheromones smell like cosmetics?”

Jang Seungyung replied, raising an eyebrow. Cosmetics. The corners of Heewoo’s mouth twitched.

Just then, their food arrived. The doorbell rang, and Jang Seungyung went to the door and returned with a large, tiered lunchbox.

Heewoo helped unpack the lunchbox. Various neat side dishes, such as seasoned vegetables, white kimchi, and ribs, and fluffy rice filled one tier. The main dish, occupying an entire tier, was tonkatsu.

It was the dish he had chosen. Heewoo gulped at the sight of the crispy, golden-brown crust of the hot, steaming tonkatsu.

“…Ah.”

However, he couldn’t even take a proper bite of the tonkatsu he had wanted so badly. His lips and the inside of his mouth stung.

“Eat this with it.”

In the end, he accepted the abalone porridge that Jang Seungyung, sitting next to him, handed him, which had been packed separately. He had to cut the tonkatsu into small pieces and soak them in the sauce mixed with hot water to eat them. He was disappointed that the crispiness was completely gone, but the meal was still quite satisfying.

He was about halfway through the porridge when Heewoo vaguely noticed the persistent gaze fixed on him.

“…….”

He had thought about it before, but Jang Seungyung was a fast eater. The man, having finished his meal, had been quietly observing Heewoo for a while.

Heewoo tilted his head, but Jang Seungyung didn’t avert his gaze. To be precise, his gaze was fixed solely on Heewoo’s lips.

The red lips moving daintily as he ate the white porridge.

Jang Seungyung’s lips curved into a slight smile. He was involuntarily reminded of a similar sight. It looked exactly like the reddish hole, smeared with cloudy fluids from friction, twitching and fluttering.

He wanted to see it again.

Jang Seungyung’s darkening gaze traveled downwards without hesitation. To Heewoo’s back, wrapped in the sheet, to his buttocks touching the edge of the chair.

He wanted to put Kwon Heewoo on the table instead of the food. He wanted to pull back the sheet, grab his habitually clasped knees, spread his pale legs wide, and roughly suck on the hole he always tried to hide. Preferably right now.

“Should I give you some?”

Despite the blatant stare, Heewoo, perhaps misunderstanding, offered him some food. His eyes were calm and round.