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The door slammed shut behind them. Ma Jae-seung’s aggressive kisses made Shin-woo dizzy, even with his eyes tightly closed. Hot hands firmly gripped his head to maintain balance against the forceful advances. As one hand moved down from the back of his head to pull at his waist, their chests pressed together. Through their thin clothes, Shin-woo could feel Ma Jae-seung’s pounding heartbeat.

“Haa, ugh!”

Their entangled bodies collapsed onto the sofa. Pinned under the warm, solid weight, Shin-woo spread his legs and pulled Ma Jae-seung’s lower body close. Like puzzle pieces finding their match, Ma Jae-seung pressed his entire body against every part of Shin-woo. His breath and tongue tasted of wine. As thought ceased and instinct overtook desire, Shin-woo’s mind went blank. He traced Ma Jae-seung’s sculptured back muscles while breathing a long moan into his mouth.

A shiver of pleasure rose in his stomach as a tongue teased across the roof of his mouth. Burying his nose in Ma Jae-seung’s cheek to breathe in his scent, Shin-woo recalled the intense gaze that had fixed upon his lips years ago. The kiss he thought would never happen was now vividly awakening every sensation in his body.

“Woof! Woof woof!”

“Whoa!”

Suddenly, Ma Jae-seung, who had been absorbed in the kiss, jerked upright. It seemed Maro had bitten his foot while barking fiercely with bared teeth.

“Woof!”

When Ma Jae-seung glared at him, Maro growled back defiantly. They faced off quite seriously for several seconds. Shin-woo, still lying on the sofa watching like a spectator, couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

“…I think he thinks I’m attacking you.”

Ma Jae-seung muttered after examining Maro through narrowed eyes. The tiny dog with his round-trimmed fur had attempted to save his groaning owner from what he perceived as an attack. Realizing this adorable assumption made his four short, brave legs seem incredibly endearing. Chuckling, Shin-woo reached down below the sofa. Quick to notice, Maro ran over and eagerly licked his fingers.

“Maro, sit!”

Ma Jae-seung commanded, looking at him with annoyance. Far from sitting obediently, Maro bit his foot again.

“Hey, I said sit!”

“Woof! Woof!”

“Sit!”

“Woof!”

Though they’d thought he was just docile, Maro proved brave even before someone much larger than himself. Maro stared straight at Ma Jae-seung while standing on his feet with his tiny paws. With his chest puffed out, he demonstrated that he had the spirit of a little lion.

At this point, Ma Jae-seung, feeling wronged, shook Shin-woo.

“Did you see how it’s ignoring me? Look at that.”

“He’s doing it because he likes you. Right? Yes. Come here, Maro.”

When Shin-woo reached out with a gentle smile, Maro scampered over and pressed his fluffy head against his hand. Stroking the soft fur made him feel wonderfully warm inside.

“Tch!”

After shifting his weight slightly against the pressed groins, Ma Jae-seung suddenly stood up. Before Shin-woo could lift his head to follow him, his vision swayed dramatically. He saw Maro looking up pitifully at his hand now dangling high in the air. His body, lifted into the air, gently rose and fell with each step the other man made.

After carrying Shin-woo into the bedroom, Ma Jae-seung pursed his lips at Maro, who had followed them, and made a shooing sound.

“Shoo, shoo!”

Then he moved fully into the bedroom and closed the door with his foot. Shin-woo laughed at the sight of Maro through the closing gap, finding him both pitiful and cute. He wondered how such a tiny thing could have grown so attached to him already. Looking up at Ma Jae-seung’s disgruntled expression, he had similar thoughts.

Still smiling, Shin-woo was gently placed on the bed. The mattress comfortably supported his back as Ma Jae-seung covered him. They kissed again as if it was the most natural thing. Throughout the kiss, he felt a hand stroking the side of his head. Leaning his cheek into that warm palm, Shin-woo offered his tongue. His blood began to rush again at the sensation of the soft, entwining tongue and strongly sucking lips.

He wondered if it might be a dream.

A penis that was beginning to stand harder and harder against his thigh was pressed against it. The big thing, the one he could tell exactly how big because he’d been stroked so many times, was getting harder and harder as it pushed against Shin-woo’s inner thigh. He listened to Ma Jae-seung’s rapid breaths, and his backside tightened of its own accord. He tilted his head back, conscious of the hole straining and relaxing. When his lips parted, he saw the familiar figure of Ma Jae-seung.

Shin-woo nudged Ma Jae-seung’s shoulder to make room, then rolled over onto his back, pushing his pants and underwear down to his thighs, and got down on all fours with his knees apart. Out of habit, he tucked his head under the pillow and lifted his ass up high. It was the most familiar position.

He waited for a stirring inside, but no touch came. After holding still, Shin-woo sat up and looked over. Ma Jae-seung, whom he had expected to be aroused, was standing there, unclothed, with a complicated expression on his face.

For some reason, he didn’t seem to be moved to do anything at all. Shin-woo smirked and pulled up his pants.

“Shall we just wash up and go to bed? You’re tired, right?”

“…”

“Rest, then.”

Staggering to his feet and regaining his balance, Shin-woo grabbed the door handle. Suddenly, while on his back, Ma Jae-seung spun him around and kissed him roughly. Pinning him against the door, his hands worked furiously to rip off his clothes. T-shirts fell to the floor, and pants hung around their ankles. Naked, they fell on the bed once more, stepping over each other’s clothes.

“I like facing you.”

Ma Jae-seung whispered in his ear, too scared to lie on his back again. He pinned Shin-woo’s head with one hand so he couldn’t move, and he explored his lips deeply. He nibbled at the delicate skin of his lips without hurting him, then flicked his tongue across his lower lip and sucked on it until it swelled slightly. Ma Jae-seung never closed his eyes as he kissed him until the corners of his mouth were wet and the skin around them tingled.

Next, his lips moved to his neck. He bit down, still nibbling on the tattoo of the publication barcode. Whether he thought he could remove it by biting and sucking, or whether he was just being grumpy because he didn’t like it, Ma Jae-seung licked around it with such persistence that he left a clear kiss mark on Shin-woo’s neck. Lightly sweaty hands stroked his scarred torso-the long scar on his side, the white marks on his arm, the small cuts.

And the burn marks that covered his back.

“Ugh, ha…”

Shin-woo’s body felt like it was melting away as the pleasure built. His untouched penis was dripping with glandular fluid. Shin-woo rubbed his wet penis, staining Ma Jae-seung’s belly with the clear liquid. He looked down at Ma Jae-seung’s head as it traveled from his neck to his chest, his hips bucking as if he were watching him. As the friction became rougher, a low vibration came through his mouth as the other man bit his nipple.

“Ah, good…good.”

Shin-woo shuddered at the pressure as he sucked on his nipple. At that word, Ma Jae-seung lifted his eyes to look up at Shin-woo, and then he continued to suck on his breast, his gaze on Shin-woo’s face ever more evocative. The gaze was irritating and unbearable.

{Feel good?}

Ma Jae-seung asked, glancing down at his stomach, which was stained with Shin-woo’s bodily fluids, already aroused by the short foreign phrase. Shin-woo pressed his lips to Ma Jae-seung’s, then grabbed his hair and pulled him up to his face. With their hot foreheads touching, they pressed their bodies together so that their crotches were tightly interlocked. As Ma Jae-seung began to move his hips as if to penetrate, Shin-woo opened his knees wide.

Their erect shafts rubbed against each other, quickly becoming damp at the point of contact. Alpha’s thick pheromones drenched Shin-woo’s groin, marking his territory. The stiff balls rubbed roughly against the veined shaft, passing and returning, while the water that oozed from the glans gave off a lewd odor. Forgetting the scent of flowers and wine, Shin-woo’s lower body jerked.

“Mmm, mmm, ah…Okay, harder.”

“Awww, Shin-woo….”

The affectionate name landed hotly on his chest. Shin-woo. No matter what the Chinese characters meant, it was a name that whoever gave it to him would carry with him until his death. It was good that only Ma Jae-seung could call him that in the world. Instead of answering, Shin-woo gave a small nod.

“Shin-woo.”

Ma Jae-seung called him once more and kissed him.