DHG Ch 85

“……”

For the first time in a while, Heewoo tasted a faint, bleak sense of threat. It was a strangely cool meeting of eyes that reminded him of the first impression he’d had of this man last summer when Bennie was attacked, a man splattered with blood and madness.

However, the inexplicable, fleeting chill vanished in an instant.

“You’re right. I should come back quickly because I want to see my little fluff.”

Jang Seungyung murmured as if it were nothing. He glanced at the old cell phone lying to one side, the one Heewoo occasionally looked at.

The reason his return home had been getting later recently, despite him pouring all his energy into getting home even an hour earlier, was related to none other than that phone. To be precise, because of the files that were inside it.

Jang Seungyung was searching for the originals of those files, wherever they might be. Whether they were originals or copies, he wanted to retrieve them all as he found them and erase everything.

“Why has your handwriting become even more like chicken scratch?”

To change the subject, he pointed with his fingertip to the notes Heewoo was organizing. As if he really didn’t want to study, the ugly handwriting was scrawled all over, no longer even pretending to be neat.

Heewoo hurriedly closed the notebook. Jang Seungyung swallowed a laugh and tilted his head to kiss him.

“Oot…”

Receiving the deeply layered kiss, Heewoo realized the man had no intention of telling him more.

Two large, dry hands immediately slipped under his clothes. Before, no matter how menacing the man’s aura was, he would have avoided such an intense caress happening so abruptly at his desk, but Heewoo remained still.

The man, who let out a short, aroused breath, wrapped his arms around Heewoo’s waist from behind and entangled their tongues even more tenaciously. The hands that had been somewhat roughly caressing his chest and stomach slid deep inside his underwear. Thud, the mechanical pencil rolled from Heewoo’s hand. His shoulders flinched at the touch that cupped and soothed his genitals.

“Ah, you’re so pretty.”

As he relaxed his lips, tongue, and entire body docilely, the man muttered as if to himself. Heewoo’s heart pounded as it absorbed the compliment. A thrill resembling pain blossomed sweetly.

Even as the angle shifted and their noses moved apart, Heewoo kept his eyes open. He wanted to keep looking at the man. He gazed at him as if bewitched, as if peering into deep water whose depths were unknowable. As if he would plunge himself right into it.

It was at that same moment that the man swept Heewoo up into his arms. Afterwards, the two moved to the bedroom as if it were the natural course of things.

“I’m going crazy because of you, really.”

The man who had thrown himself on top of Heewoo confessed. He was talking about Heewoo, who was unconditionally submissive to the acts of undressing him and teasing him all over. With all his nerves focused on Jang Seungyung, Heewoo was keenly sensing and catering to what the man wanted from moment to moment.

“Ah, oot…”

“Why are you so docile these days? No, you were always docile. Why are you so proactive? Hm?”

He was only trying not to cover or shrink his body in bed like before, but Jang Seungyung described this changed side of Heewoo as ‘proactive’.

Even if he himself didn’t want to, he would sometimes spread his legs first, and he welcomed it when the man touched and opened his body somewhat hastily. When the man cursed and, in his words, truly came at him ‘like he’d lost his mind’, he would feel like he was doing a good job and be pleased.

He was determined to do his best in both of the two important things in his life: Jang Seungyung and his studies. Of course, whenever his love for Jang Seungyung swelled up, he would manage and suppress his emotions. Because he had come to know that he shouldn’t nurture feelings that were beyond his station.

However, he allowed his gratitude to grow for the man who, before being his lover, was also the benefactor who had given him back his life.

As a result, the act of sex became, at some point, not only an act of sharing love but also an act of repaying a grateful person. Thus, Heewoo’s mood would improve whenever the man praised him in bed. That was why he would sometimes endure it even if it hurt.

“Ah, that, ah-heut, slo, slowly please. Hheuk, slowly…”

Heewoo, who was about to say ‘stop’, reflexively bit his lip and changed his words. He clenched the hand that was about to reflexively push away the shoulders that were coming at him like a beast. Instead, he wrapped his arms around the man’s thick neck and, pressing his ear and cheek against his, pleaded gently.

“Hoo-euh, spread your legs a little more. Yes.”

“Ah, ah-heuk!”

Heewoo, who swallowed a scream-like moan, unknowingly pulled Jang Seungyung even tighter against him. Because in the end, the only place to escape to was the man’s embrace.

Ahh, huu, as a thin sobbing sound escaped through his teeth, Jang Seungyung slowed down. The man, as if to compensate for the urge to thrust wildly, bit Heewoo’s jaw, which he had been sucking and licking, once, hard, and then pulled out.

“Slo, slowly please, heu-eu…”

Heewoo curled up and turned over, pleading again, but his relief was short-lived.

“Oot!”

“Fucking hell, this feels fucking good, really.”

Both of his buttocks were grabbed and spread apart. The thoroughly wet, reddish hole twitched and was fully exposed, and he was pierced sluggishly from behind.

Heewoo, who had gasped in surprise, buried his shame-trembling cheek into the sheets that were drenched in both their pheromones, as if in resignation. The sound of slapping echoed from his exposed back.

They hadn’t used contraception since a month after his heat had ended, and it was an act that had become more frequent since then. What was so fascinating about it, Jang Seungyung would blatantly prefer to do it while watching the entrance, which was tangled with slick and foam during their relations.

“Heu-eu, ah-at, ah-heuk!”

It was something he had experienced many times, but he couldn’t help but be so embarrassed that tears would well up each time he experienced it. He was shaking, feeling a brief comfort in the fact that the movements were a little slower than before, and that he could hide his face since it was from behind.

“Show me your face. Hm?”

Jang Seungyung, who had his arm around Heewoo’s shoulder, turned him over again. A large hand pressed down behind both his knees, and not only his wide-open bottom but also his face were completely exposed under the bright light. His bottom, where the man’s gaze was fixed directly, and both his cheeks felt like they were on fire.

“Slo, slowly please… heut, slowly…”

As per Heewoo’s wish for him to go slowly, Jang Seungyung moved his hips as if he were savoring him.

The glistening, fist-like glans pressed down on the swollen, bright red hole, spreading it open and digging in step by step. The damp sound of the thick shaft of flesh and the wet hole interlocking rang out with a sticky, wet friction.

Two eyes, sharp with arousal, took in both the point of connection and Heewoo’s face at once. The moment he met that blatant gaze, which seemed to lick every place it touched, Heewoo unknowingly flinched. He could feel the thick penis twitching and growing even larger inside his mucous membrane. As if it were about to knot.

“Heu-eu, heu…”

Heewoo moaned at the man’s gaze, which pierced his cheeks even more than the brightly lit lights. Because the fact that he didn’t blink once seemed to be proof that he was completely focused on him.

At that gaze that felt like it could be addictive, a warm energy spread throughout his body, and his stomach tingled. That was the reason he was tightly clasping his two hands, which wanted to cover his private parts right away, and suppressing them.

“Haah.”

Jang Seungyung, who let out a heated sigh, was also on the verge of going crazy from the pleasure that was covering his vision in red.

Kwon Heewoo, who had been somewhat defensive in bed, had changed since his trip to Bennie. The boy who used to be particular about the place or time now spread his legs anytime and accepted him with his soft bottom.

The habit of constantly covering his body and being shy had also disappeared. Jang Seungyung, who was ravishing Heewoo with his gaze, who was showing every nook and cranny of his body with his trembling hands clasped together, let out another sigh.

This is why I can’t skip a single day. Jang Seungyung, who had been regretfully caressing the pitiful entrance that had accepted him countless times in just the past week, grabbed his cock and pulled it out.

“…Uh.”

As he let go of the back of his knees that he had been holding down and gently kneaded his pelvis, a bewildered gaze followed.

Jang Seungyung rubbed his lips against the flushed red cheeks and changed his position. He sat facing Heewoo.

As their upper bodies came closer, the sweet scent, which had become noticeably thicker than before, tickled the tip of his nose. Jang Seungyung rubbed the tip of his nose against the long nape of his neck, which was crossed by the silver necklace chain, and laughed, then pulled his slender wrist.

“Grab it. Lower your hips.”

Following his lead, Heewoo pulled his buttocks back and they both grabbed each other’s bobbing erections. Jang Seungyung slowly kneaded the round cheeks of his bottom and then teased the space between his buttocks, which had been spread apart due to the position. The sticky hole granted entry and gently embraced two of his fingers.

Heu, eu-eut… Heewoo panted as he generously coated the red nipple, which flickered before his eyes like a berry, with saliva and rubbed it with his tongue. The smooth inner membrane, which he was tasting with his index and middle fingers, also twitched and tightened unusually. When he let out a low laugh, Heewoo, who had been diligently moving his hand, dropped his flushed head with a thud.

“Does it feel good when I suck on your nipple?”

Jang Seungyung asked with a mumbling pronunciation. As he prodded him by thrusting his fingers into the chewy hole, Heewoo, whose face had instantly flushed, shouted.

“Heut, I, I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know. It gets chewier every time I suck on it.”

Jang Seungyung gave the soft nipple one last long suck and let go, then moved his head. As he gently kissed his tightly clenched jaw, Heewoo finally showed him his face.