FF Chapter 19

The low laughter and breath escaping against the sensitive skin of Yeonwoo’s neck sent shivers down his spine. Each ticklish breath made him jerk and tighten his grip around Muhyuk’s neck.

Muhyuk glanced at Yeonwoo, then buried his face further into Yeonwoo’s neck, sucking on the tender skin. The sensation of his skin being drawn into Muhyuk’s mouth sent a sharp heat down to Yeonwoo’s lower abdomen.

“Don’t just say no. You should tell me what feels good too,” Muhyuk whispered, kissing Yeonwoo’s neck. Yeonwoo bit his lip, trying to stifle his moans. The discomfort of his confined erection was becoming unbearable.

Muhyuk released his grip on Yeonwoo’s hips, lowering him to the floor. Yeonwoo’s knees buckled as soon as his feet touched the ground, his strength giving out from the tension.

Muhyuk wrapped an arm around Yeonwoo’s waist and slid his leg between Yeonwoo’s. Sitting on Muhyuk’s solid thigh, Yeonwoo squirmed as his erection was pressed against it.

“When did this happen?” Muhyuk asked, his hand moving to rub Yeonwoo’s bulging pants. Each touch made Yeonwoo’s hands tremble as he clung to Muhyuk’s shoulders.

“Don’t… please, don’t…” Yeonwoo whispered, his breath hitching.

“Are you just going to keep saying no? Should I really stop?” Muhyuk paused, prompting Yeonwoo to look up sharply. With his face flushed red, Yeonwoo’s eyes reflected his inner turmoil.

“Tell me. I’ll do whatever you say, Yeonwoo,” Muhyuk said softly.

Yeonwoo’s gaze fell on Muhyuk’s pants, which were even more strained than his own. The bulge was painfully obvious, making Yeonwoo feel stifled just looking at it.

“Director, you seem to be having a hard time too,” Yeonwoo said, his slender fingers brushing against the bulge in Muhyuk’s pants. Muhyuk flinched at the touch, a dark expression crossing his face as he grabbed Yeonwoo’s wrist.

“Are you worried about my cock now? Should I be happy about that?”

Muhyuk pressed Yeonwoo against the door, bringing his face close to Yeonwoo’s. 

“So, if I ask you to do it, will you? Can you?”

With his face flushed red, Yeonwoo stared at Muhyuk, seemingly mesmerized, and nodded without realizing it. Muhyuk smiled faintly at this, muttering softly, “Cute.”

“Yeonwoo, you should provoke someone while considering who they are.”

Muhyuk’s whisper was so close that their noses almost touched. He tilted his head slightly, brushing his lips against Yeonwoo’s and then pulling back. Each brief kiss echoed in the room with a lewd sound, making Yeonwoo’s lower abdomen tingle unbearably. The mere act of their lips brushing together felt far more erotic than a deep, passionate kiss.

After several kisses, Muhyuk rested his forehead against Yeonwoo’s. “Even if you beg for it tonight, I won’t give in.”

“Like last time?” Yeonwoo asked, recalling the first night they had shared an intimate moment. His voice was hesitant, reflecting his uncertainty. Muhyuk cupped Yeonwoo’s reddened cheek and neck with one hand as he spoke.

“Yes, but unlike that time, I won’t leave it at just that. We need to make progress each time, right?”

Muhyuk leaned in to whisper into Yeonwoo’s ear, causing him to flinch and turn his head in surprise. Yeonwoo’s confusion was evident. He couldn’t grasp what Muhyuk was implying. Normally, Muhyuk was as gentle in bed as he was out of it, always using protection. He wasn’t the type to push things hastily, even when caught in the heat of the moment. As Yeonwoo’s mind raced, the hand on his cheek and neck gently stroked his skin, pulling him back to the present. His eyes refocused.

“We’ll take it slow. Step by step.”

“…”

“Until the only habits you’re left with are the ones I’ve trained into you…”

“…”

“I’ll ensure no bad memories remain.”

Finishing his words, Muhyuk adjusted his grip on Yeonwoo’s wrist, intertwining their fingers. He captured Yeonwoo’s lips in a tender, sucking kiss. Yeonwoo slowly closed his eyes, feeling the softness of Muhyuk’s lips against his.

In the haze of the moment, Muhyuk’s hand moved down to tug both Yeonwoo’s pants and underwear down in one swift motion. With his previously confined member now exposed to the air, Yeonwoo instinctively pressed his body closer to Muhyuk, feeling vulnerable and aroused. Muhyuk, still engrossed in their kiss, fumbled with his belt, undoing it and unzipping his pants. The sound of the zipper echoed softly before Muhyuk’s erection sprang free, brushing against Yeonwoo’s own.

The stark contrast in size and girth between their members made Yeonwoo pause, looking down and then up at Muhyuk with wide eyes. Muhyuk captured Yeonwoo’s lips again, sucking and biting as he grasped both their erections in one hand, stroking them together.

“Uhng!”

The unexpected stimulation made Yeonwoo jolt, attempting to pull away, but Muhyuk’s thigh pressed between his legs, holding him in place. With his other hand, Muhyuk continued to stroke them both, eliciting more moans from Yeonwoo.

“Ah, uhng, hng!”

Yeonwoo had never experienced such sensations before. The stark difference in temperature and size, coupled with the firm grip of Muhyuk’s hand, made him tremble uncontrollably. Precum started to drip from the tip of his cock, slicking Muhyuk’s hand and easing the movement.

The intense sensations left Yeonwoo breathless. The warmth of Muhyuk’s thigh supporting him was the only thing keeping him from collapsing. Each stroke sent electric shocks through his body, making his legs shake and weaken further.

“Ha, uhng, hng!”

The sound of their kissing was interspersed with the slick, rhythmic noise of Muhyuk’s hand moving over their erections. Yeonwoo felt overwhelmed by pleasure, his mind clouding over. He marveled at how he could feel this aroused and safe simultaneously. The fear he usually associated with intimate acts was absent, replaced by a growing desire for more.

Choi Muhyuk, who had been kissing him and rolling his tongue, let go of the hand that was holding their genitals together and pressed JHi Yeonwoo’s urethra with his thumb.

“Hmm, uh-huh!”

Jhi Yeonwoo, startled, shook his head and pulled his lips away, shaking his body.

“Uhng, no, I can’t… Ah, I’m gonna…”

“Do you want to come?”

Muhyuk’s breathy question sent shivers down Yeonwoo’s spine. He buried his face in Muhyuk’s shoulder, clinging to him as if his life depended on it, unable to form a coherent answer through his moans.

“Ah, Director, please… I want to, uh, I want to come. Okay?”  

Despite Jhi Yeonwoo’s desperate plea, mixed with moans, Choi Muhyuk did not let go. Jhi Yeonwoo whimpered and pressed his lips to Muhyuk’s neck, trembling as he kissed his neck with soft, sucking sounds.  

“Director, mmm…”  

“Haa, you are naughtier than you look, Jhi Yeonwoo.”  

Choi Muhyuk glanced at Jhi Yeonwoo as he removed his thumb from Jhi Yeonwoo’s urethra, which he had been pressing and stimulating. Jhi Yeonwoo’s body jerked and tensed up, and a long stream of white semen shot up onto his heaving chest.  

“Haa, mmm, haa…”  

As the feeling of ejaculation washed over him, Jhi Yeonwoo’s body convulsed and he collapsed onto Muhyuk’s chest. Muhyuk wrapped one arm around Jhi Yeonwoo while still holding onto his penis, prolonging the sensation of orgasm.  

“You did well holding it in. Good job.”  

Muhyuk patted Jhi Yeonwoo, who was now a limp mess on his chest, and brushed back his sweat-soaked hair, kissing his pale cheek.  

“Let’s wash up and go to bed.”  

Burying his face in Muhyuk’s well-defined chest, Jhi Yeonwoo spoke in a weak voice.  

“I don’t have the strength to move.”  

“Well, I doubt you want me to wash you, do you?”  

Hearing those words, Jhi Yeonwoo propped himself up with his hands and quickly lifted his head, making Muhyuk chuckle softly.  

“Alright, don’t look at me like that.”  

Still blushing, Muhyuk gently pulled at one of Jhi Yeonwoo’s cheeks, making him let out a small yelp of pain. Muhyuk then lifted Jhi Yeonwoo effortlessly and laid him down on the bed before leaving the bedroom.  

Lying naked on the bed, Jhi Yeonwoo momentarily forgot his embarrassment. When he heard the door open, he turned his head to see Muhyuk returning with a bowl of ice water and a washcloth.

Choi Muhyuk, who had wiped the semen that had splattered messily on Jhi Yeonwoo’s chest with a warm washcloth, touched the slender arms and legs of Yeonwoo.  

“You need to build your stamina first, Yeonwoo. What’s the use if your muscles are all tense after just that?”  

“I do exercise in my own way, but today… Ah, Director, that spot, it hurts.”  

When Muhyuk massaged the cramped calves, Yeonwoo flinched and twisted. Only then did Muhyuk pause and pull his hand away, turning his body to look at Yeonwoo, who was lying face down. The red marks on Yeonwoo’s white back were conspicuous, likely from rubbing against a door while swaying.  

Muhyuk brushed his hand over the marks and leaned down to give them a gentle kiss.  

“Put on some clothes first. You’re visually arousing right now, and it’s a bit troubling for me.”  

Muhyuk let out a small breath with his lips still pressed against Yeonwoo’s back. Yeonwoo, lying face down and lifting his head, looked at Muhyuk. The bulging underwear visible beyond the completely unzipped and disheveled pants caught his eye.  

‘Come to think of it, did Director ejaculate too?’  

Realizing only then that he was the only one who had, Yeonwoo’s gaze wavered. Seeing the wavering in Yeonwoo’s eyes, Muhyuk gently raised his lips into a smile and brushed them against Yeonwoo’s closed lips before pulling away.  

“Rest up. I’ll go take a shower.”  

With that, Muhyuk got up, pulled up the blanket to cover Yeonwoo’s naked body, and walked towards the door.  

Was there some sort of magic in that kiss?  

The bed, which had sunk deeply, seemed to rise lightly, and Yeonwoo’s whole body became languid. He should have at least put on some underwear, but he had no energy to even move a finger. Before long, Yeonwoo’s eyes slowly closed.  

How much time had passed?  

When he sensed movement and opened his eyes, a muscular chest appeared before Yeonwoo. Even though he rubbed his eyes and looked again, nothing had changed.  

“Are you awake?”  

At the languid voice, Yeonwoo raised his head and met Muhyuk’s gaze, who was looking down at him.  

Only then did Yeonwoo realize that he had been sleeping with his head resting on Muhyuk’s arm.  

“Why are you already awake? You were sleeping well.”  

“Just, just.”  

Yeonwoo, moving his body and shifting, moved a bit closer to Muhyuk. Muhyuk embraced Yeonwoo’s thin back as he came closer.

“I guess you can’t go to the store again.”  

“No, I have to go.”  

“Can you get up?”  

At the teasing tone, Yeonwoo pouted and lifted his head. Muhyuk silently laughed at Yeonwoo’s reaction.  

“I just managed to do some conditioning since the flowers were wilting… If all the flowers wilt, it’ll be your responsibility, Director.”  

“So, are you saying I should buy all those flowers and become a VIP in the process?”  

That VIP talk again. Muhyuk wondered what more Yeonwoo could want when he had already become the top VIP in his eyes.  

Although it was absurd, Yeonwoo couldn’t help but smile and leaned his forehead against Muhyuk’s chest again.  

“Director.”  

Hearing the soft call, Muhyuk rested his chin on Yeonwoo’s head.  

“Are you uncomfortable with the fact that I don’t have pheromones?”  

“It’s you who doesn’t have pheromones, so why are you worrying about my reaction?”  

“I do have them, you know. Honestly, I thought it was nice just as it is.”  

Yeonwoo blinked lazily and continued in a dreamy voice.  

“When I was an Omega, I hated how my body moved according to pheromones, regardless of my will. So, I thought living like an ordinary Beta was good….”  

“……”  

“But lately, I’ve been thinking about wanting to go back to being an Omega.”  

“Why do you think that?”  

“I’m so curious about what kind of pheromones you emit. I wonder if you might be curious about my pheromones too.”  

Drunk with sleep, Yeonwoo was speaking almost incoherently, barely aware of what he was saying. Muhyuk, gazing at Yeonwoo’s half-closed eyes, brushed his hair aside and asked,  

“If you don’t have pheromones, does that mean you don’t experience heat?”  

Yeonwoo shook his head lightly.  

“Not exactly. The problem is with the irregularity.”  

“How irregular are we talking about?”

“Sometimes it happens once every few months, and other times, it happens just a month after that.”  

“Have you had any heat recently?”  

“No. It’s been three months with no sign of it.”  

“Are you saying you haven’t had it for three months?”  

“Yes. So I’m a bit anxious lately. I don’t want it to suddenly hit me while I’m working at the store. If I at least knew the regularity, I could take inhibitors in advance, but since I don’t know, it’s hard to take them at the right time.”  

“But taking too much regularly could reduce its effectiveness when you actually need it.”  

“I get prescribed stronger inhibitors from my clinic and carry them around. Just in case it happens while I’m out, I can use them as an emergency measure.”  

“That’s not good for your body.”  

“What can I do? It’s unavoidable if I want to protect myself.”  

Then he nestled his face against Muhyuk’s chest and burrowed into his embrace. Muhyuk held Yeonwoo close and whispered softly.  

“Can’t sleep?”  

“Hmm, I’m sleepy. I’m tired and drowsy, but I just feel reluctant to fall asleep.”  

Even though Muhyuk brushed his hair aside, Yeonwoo’s fully closed eyes showed no sign of movement due to drowsiness.  

“Can’t I stay like this  just a little longer before sleeping? Director, you’re so warm and cozy.”  

“I thought I had said no to being a human heater.”  

“Just once. Please?”  

Perhaps thinking it was a refusal, Yeonwoo made a small, distressed sound and burrowed deeper into Muhyuk’s embrace. Muhyuk smiled softly and wrapped his arms around Yeonwoo’s shoulders.  

“Is this how I should hold you?”  

“Yes. It’s good. Mmm, it’s warm.”  

Muhyuk gazed at the murmuring Yeonwoo with a tilted glance. Yeonwoo, who had completely relied on him and leaned into him, had the corners of his mouth gently lifted.  

Even though he said he would stay a bit longer before sleeping, Yeonwoo, who had extended his words, quickly fell into sleep, making the final question seem unnecessary.

* * *

Muhyuk, who had been watching Yeonwoo sleep deeply into the early morning, was lost in thought. Though fatigue weighed heavily on him, he somehow couldn’t fall asleep. 

Like admiring a work of art, Muhyuk’s serious gaze remained fixed on the sleeping Yeonwoo. He reached out to the bedside and picked up his phone.

It was past 3 a.m. 

Without hesitation, Muhyuk speed dialed a number and called someone. Though it was a late hour for others, it was like the middle of the day for those working under Muhyuk.

[ Yes, Director. This is Park Jincheol. ]

As soon as the phone rang a few times, a respectful male voice came through. In contrast to his usual expression when dealing with Yeonwoo, Muhyuk’s face was stern as he spoke slowly.

“Bring me one person who is tight-lipped and physically capable.”

[ Yes, understood. But where should I place the surveillance? ]

Listening to Park Jincheol’s cautious voice, Muhyuk brushed Yeonwoo’s hair aside, who was sleeping peacefully.

“Rather than surveillance, I just want a shadow to be with him instead.”

Although it was a sorry thing to say to Yeonwoo, he couldn’t feel at ease without taking his own precautions.

* * *

Sitting in the passenger seat, Yeonwoo kept sniffing.

Muhyuk, who was driving, glanced at Yeonwoo and reached his right hand to adjust the temperature of the passenger seat. Soon, a warm heat began to rise from the seat. Yeonwoo smiled at Muhyuk and then sneezed into his hands, followed by more sniffles.

“It seems like you’re not feeling well.”

“I might be catching a cold.”

“Isn’t it because you fell asleep while sweating? You should take a warm shower and go to bed.”

Yeonwoo pouted.

“It’s all your fault. Yesterday, I couldn’t move even a finger.”

As the traffic light turned red, Muhyuk stopped the car and turned his body toward Yeonwoo.

“Why don’t we exercise together? Jogging is good, and so is going to the gym.”

“I already exercise regularly.”

“What kind of exercise do you do?”

“Uh… moving and arranging flower pots, and so on…”

Feeling embarrassed by what he said, Yeonwoo looked at Muhyuk’s reaction. Muhyuk, finding it somewhat amusing, gave a wry smile.