MIM 129

Want to have sex. Shin-woo sucked on his coffee, lost in thought. After finishing it, he put two ice cubes in his mouth and crunched them. Even as the cold ice water went down his throat, he felt thirsty. Jae-seung’s large hand that had wrapped around his shoulder, the sensation of being tightly gripped, came to mind.

“Doesn’t it smell good somewhere?”

One of the men sitting at the next table sniffed and looked around. Even while talking about their group project, they persistently tried to figure out the source of the faint scent that occasionally drifted in the wind. Shin-woo, with a bored expression, rested his chin on his fist and looked at the next table. The guy who was constantly looking around with his neck stretched out flinched and averted his gaze when he met Shin-woo’s eyes.

“What is it, really?”

“Maybe… did he sleep with an omega?”

“Ah, that’s why.”

“I think so.”

Their hushed whispers were clearly audible. None of them could properly look at Shin-woo, and they just hunched over, nodding and whispering. Even beta guys are getting laid by omegas these days. Hey, let’s stop. It’s scary. You scaredy-cat. Well, why don’t you go talk to him then? You think I can’t?

After a long time of whispering, one of them glanced sideways. As soon as their eyes met, Shin-woo smirked.

“What are you looking at?”

At his sarcastic remark, they all simultaneously lowered their eyes. They cleared their throats and suddenly started talking about something else, and soon moved their seats inside, using the strong sunlight as an excuse. Left alone, Shin-woo shook his glass, looking around at the empty space. He had already eaten all the ice, so the glass was empty and made no sound.

He put his hands in his pockets and looked up, and a glimpse of silver hair caught his eye. He was far enough away that he probably wouldn’t hear if he was called, but the guy’s hair color and physique were so noticeable that he recognized him right away. Jae-seung also found Shin-woo at once and waved his long arms to greet him.

Cute. Shin-woo chuckled and slowly cleaned up his seat. He swept the cookie crumbs into the tray, dusted off his hands, returned the tray to the counter, and came out. Jae-seung, who had gotten a lot closer in the meantime, was still waving.

He waited with his arms crossed, and Jae-seung’s leisurely walk gradually quickened. He walked with wider strides and suddenly started running with purpose.

“…Why is he like that?”

The guy, who had gotten close enough that his expression was clearly visible, had a flushed face. Before he even had time to be embarrassed, Jae-seung, with a wild look in his eyes, ran up and picked Shin-woo up in his arms and ran.

“Hey. Ah, why again—”

After running at full speed to the parking lot, Jae-seung hugged Shin-woo tightly, brushed his hair back, checked his appearance, and acted frantically. Shin-woo, who was dumbfounded and silently accepting the ministrations, finally raised his eyebrows in exasperation.

“Stop it.”

“Are you okay? Did anyone come and hit on you? Your body is burning up.”

“No one laid a finger on me, so calm down.”

“How can I calm down? What if I had been a little late?”

“What would have happened? I would have bought another cookie.”

Shin-woo, who lightly soothed Jae-seung, who was genuinely upset, turned to open the driver’s seat door, when two strong arms suddenly embraced his waist from behind. Jae-seung rubbed his nose against the back of Shin-woo’s neck and ears, smelling his faint Pheromone.

“Haa… shit.”

A shiver ran down his spine at the slightly annoyed groan. He was trying to maintain his composure as much as possible, but his body was slightly aroused. Shin-woo slowly exhaled to calm down the heat. The veins in the tightly embracing arms were bulging. His lower body, pressed against his buttocks, was also hard.

“Let’s talk about it at home.”

Jae-seung readily backed away, as if he had read the agitation in his slightly trembling words. Just when he thought he was letting go of his waist, his body was turned around. Before he could lose his balance, Jae-seung pulled Shin-woo back into his arms.

“Did the interview go well?”

Jae-seung whispered softly, pressing his forehead against Shin-woo’s. Shin-woo nodded, gazing into the green eyes that filled his vision. His heart fluttered at the affectionate voice asking about his day.

“Yeah. He said my plan was concrete and that I’d do well.”

“Plan?”

“I want to be a carpenter.”

At his first confession, Jae-seung’s eyes widened. He seemed surprised, but he couldn’t hide his joy. Seeing him so happy at just one word, Shin-woo felt a groundless confidence rising within him.

“I don’t just want to provide the money, I want to work on-site. I think it suits me and it’ll be fun. I’m going to apply for a government-funded training course.”

“…”

“What do you think?”

Even though the answer that it was too good was written all over his face, Shin-woo bothered to ask one more time. Jae-seung smiled broadly and pulled the back of Shin-woo’s head with one hand and kissed him. The soft touch lingered briefly, leaving behind a sense of regret. It suits you. His brightly curved lips encouraged him once again.

“I hope I can live in a house you build someday.”

House. As he imagined the future of building what he had longed for himself, his heart was in turmoil. Shin-woo moved his lips and put his hand on Jae-seung’s shirt collar. He had just realized that Jae-seung, standing before him, was a unique being that could not be replaced by anything else in the world. A guy who gave him a completely different kind of stability and affection than a concrete house could give, a love that he could not learn anywhere or build himself…

He liked it. So much that he wondered if it was okay to like him this much.

He pulled on the shirt he was holding and kissed him roughly. Burning hot, Shin-woo wrapped his arms around Jae-seung’s neck. The heat that started from their touching lips instantly spread throughout his body.

By the time they arrived in the bedroom, Shin-woo’s underwear was soaking wet and a mess. With one arm around Shin-woo, who had lost his mind and was sucking on his tongue, Jae-seung used his free hand to pull down the wet underwear. His penis, which had been erect all the way home due to how excited he was, bounced up heavily as soon as he pulled down his underwear. Under the dim afternoon light, his glans, covered in pre-cum, glistened.

“What would have happened if I hadn’t dropped out of school?”

“Ugh!”

The rear was even worse. When he shoved his middle finger between his butt cheeks, the hole, which was already loosely relaxed as if it had been lubricated for a long time, greedily accepted him. While he was teasing the hole by bending and straightening his finger joints, the strength gradually drained from the lips that had been touching. Jae-seung firmly held Shin-woo’s waist, who was standing in an awkward position, and pushed two fingers in deeply until his knuckles caught.

“Ugh, haa, ah… ah!”

“Hoo… is this not a heat?”

As he inserted and removed his fingers and emitted a strong Pheromone, one knee buckled. Jae-seung gritted his teeth when he saw the fluid that was dripping wet on his fingers. Shin-woo should admit it by now, but even when he asked again, he only let out rough breaths and didn’t answer. When he rubbed the skin outside the hole with his fingertips, his mouth finally opened.

“Ugh… I’m just, feeling good.”

He couldn’t help but be softened by the confession that he liked it. Jae-seung pursed his lips and hugged Shin-woo even tighter. A stimulating scent rose from his warm body. He didn’t ask him to do it with words, but he stood with his legs slightly apart to receive the finger stimulation. When he massaged his prostate, he groaned softly and smeared his lips on his cheek. Everything he did, everything he was, even just breathing, was so lovely that it overwhelmed him.

Today, Shin-woo took out a knit that he didn’t wear often. He didn’t know why he was dressed so cutely when he was about to drop out of school, but the neat beige knit went well with the color of his eyes. Jae-seung carefully took off the knit so that the thread wouldn’t unravel, thinking that he wished he would wear it often. He roughly pulled up the white short-sleeved shirt he was wearing underneath, whether it tore or not, and grabbed his chest.

“Ah….”

When he gently pulled on his nipples, Shin-woo leaned on him with his weight. He rolled his tongue around his ear, making a pleasant moan. When Shin-woo, who was very excited, acted so actively, his heart fluttered. He was going to stick it in his hole as much as he wanted and suck on all the places he felt. He wanted to satisfy him, who had an ascetic appearance and whose rear was wet as if every place his hand touched was an erogenous zone.

Jae-seung picked Shin-woo up and laid him on the bed, then buried his nose in his chest. He licked his nipples, feeling his wet penis rubbing against his stomach. Shin-woo, who had been wriggling every time his tongue smacked his nipples, groaned.

“Do you like my chest?”

“Yeah. A little more….”

“A little more?”

“More, more… suck on it.”

He was very impatient, so it was a subtle command. Jae-seung buried his lips in his chest again, filled with overflowing laughter. He stubbornly sucked on the bumps until Shin-woo raised his toes and lifted his waist. His dark nipples quickly swelled into round shapes.