PIA 113
by Sorai“That… wasn’t given to you for this kind of use.”
Ji-an spoke discontentedly and pulled back. The man, who had been smothering Ji-an’s face with kisses like an eager puppy, grinned, his eyes crinkling. His hair was a mess from slipping in and out of Ji-an’s T-shirt, but he still looked so attractive that Ji-an found himself flustered.
“Why do you keep smiling like that? It makes me weak. Don’t use your face against me.”
“You’re one to talk.”
“Ugh, anyway, no coupons. Coupons are—mmpf.”
Jeong Hee-seo’s hand slid under Ji-an’s waistband and delved straight into his underwear. The loose, comfortable clothes Ji-an had been changed into after falling asleep worked to Jeong Hee-seo advantage. To make matters worse, he was sitting astride Jeong Hee-seo’s lap, leaving his hips completely exposed and vulnerable.
As the underwear was pulled back, Ji-an’s thick pheromone scent wafted out, spreading through the air. Haa… Jeong Hee-seo licked his dry lips repeatedly as he grasped Ji-an’s d1ck. Slick from the fluids already dripping from the aroused tip, Ji-an’s d1ck was thoroughly wet.
“Then what should I do? This is the only thing I want right now.”
“…Ah, you sound like such a pervert.”
Ji-an glared at Jeong Hee-seo with his reddened eyes and slid his hand into Jeong Hee-seo’s pants as an attempt at retaliation. His fingers brushed against something fully swollen, and Ji-an could almost feel it twitch beneath his touch. As he grabbed the heated length to pull it out over the underwear, his hasty movements caused the shaft to scrape against the fabric. Startled by Jeong Hee-seo’s low groan, Ji-an let go, and the shaft snapped against Jeong Hee-seo’s flat stomach, caught in the waistband.
“…”
“…Does it hurt?”
Jeong Hee-seo released Ji-an’s d1ck and instead grabbed his hips, pulling him closer until their stomachs were pressed together. Their tips touched, brushing against each other as if in a kiss. When Ji-an tried to pull his upper body away in surprise, Jeong Hee-seo held his waist firmly with one hand and used the other to grasp both shafts together.
With his large hand wrapped tightly around them, he slowly stroked downward. Ji-an jolted in surprise, his hips twisting.
“Ah, ahh!”
The sensation of their shafts rubbing together was completely new.
Jeong Hee-seo pressed his lips against Ji-an’s neck, his movements unrelenting as he continued to stroke and press the two lengths together. Each time his thick thumb brushed over Ji-an’s sensitive tip, slick fluid dripped uncontrollably, making everything slippery.
“…Ji-an’s scent.”
“Stop, don’t…”
“Why, do you want to do it yourself?”
Ji-an grabbed Jeong Hee-seo’s hand in an attempt to stop him, but it was futile. Jeong Hee-seo easily overpowered him, guiding Ji-an’s hands to join his own. Ji-an’s palms were flooded with the sensations of pulsing veins, slippery warmth, and the unrelenting throbbing of their arousals. Jeong Hee-seo’s rough movements only heightened the intensity.
“Hngh, ahh!”
“Ha… Ji-an, even your hands are so soft.”
As Ji-an moaned, unable to hold back from the rising pleasure, Jeong Hee-seo pulled him into a deep kiss, swallowing all his sounds.
“Mmhh…”
Their indistinct moans mingled as they kissed. The sensation of everything below becoming drenched was overwhelming, and Jeong Hee-seo’s pheromones filled Ji-an’s senses completely. Ji-an gasped for breath, his lips trembling as his head tilted back in climax.
With Ji-an’s entire body trembling, Jeong Hee-seo didn’t stop. He kept stroking their d1cks, the pressure and friction steadily increasing.
When the moment finally reached its peak, Jeong Hee-seo rubbed his thumb against Ji-an’s sensitive tip.
“Hnghh!”
Both shafts twitched violently and the white fluid spurted out simultaneously. A stream of hot fluid ran down his hand. The sensation of the pulsing, swollen d1cks releasing in unison left Ji-an’s body shaking uncontrollably.
As Ji-an slumped in exhaustion, he looked down to see Jeong Hee-seo’s face also filled with unrestrained intensity.
“If this feels so good from just our hands, what are we going to do next?”
Jeong Hee-seo continued to play with Ji-an’s softening d1ck, his hand sticky and warm from their shared release. Ji-an blinked slowly at the slippery, warm touch. Jeong Hee-seo’s greedy gaze caught sight of a reddened gap, hot breathing, and a dangling red tongue.
“Stop… stop touching me…”
“Then what about here?”
Without warning, Jeong Hee-seo’s hand slipped down to Ji-an’s perineum. His thick fingers pressed deeply, the veins on his arm standing out as he exerted pressure.
Jeong Hee-seo didn’t stop thrusting his finger, even as a muffled moan escaped Ji-an’s mouth. Ji-an’s body shriveled under the merciless touch that found the sensitive spot with unerring precision. Before Ji-an knew it, he was clinging to his neck.
“No, no! Ah, ngh!”
Every time Ji-an arched his back to escape the violent pleasure, it only made it easier for the intruder to push deeper. Jeong Hee-seo held Ji-an’s waist tightly as the obscene sound of wet friction echoed, his movements teasing and stimulating Ji-an’s inner walls.
“Ahh! Nghh!”
“…You’re so soft.”
Jeong Hee-seo whispered, biting lightly at Ji-an’s ear while locking his struggling body in a tight embrace. The sensation of Ji-an’s walls tightening around his fingers sent a rush of heat coursing through him, his neck flushed red with excitement.
“You’re going to drive me crazy, Ji-an.”
* * *
“Ack!”
A sharp cry pierced the otherwise quiet living room. Cotton swabs and ointment scattered across the floor after a flailing hand knocked them away. Jeong Hee-young clicked her tongue and lightly smacked her younger brother’s arm.
“Be quiet, or you’ll wake Ye-seo.”
“Can’t you be a bit gentler? It hurts because you’re rubbing the torn spot in my mouth with the cotton swab so hard!”
Jeong Han-joo grumbled indistinctly, his voice muffled. The corner of his mouth and the inside of his lips were messily coated in a brown ointment, mixing with saliva and dripping down.
“Stop whining. You wouldn’t be in this state if you hadn’t been acting up. Do you not know how scary Hee-seo can be?”
“So you’re siding with him even after seeing me like this? My molar is loose!”
“Well, it’s obvious you deserved it. What possessed you to stir things up like that at the dinner table, only to go looking for more trouble later? I was so embarrassed when Ji-an left that I couldn’t even look him in the face.”
Jeong Hee-young grabbed a fresh cotton swab and squeezed out more ointment. “Open up.” She spoke curtly, but Jeong Han-joo shoved her hand away and stomped off to the bathroom. Standing at the sink with the door ajar, he rubbed his jaw while glancing at himself in the mirror, clearly still in pain. Jeong Hee-young sighed deeply.
“You went too far. Don’t think I don’t know you didn’t tell Grandma because you knew you were also in the wrong.”
Their eyes met in the mirror. Jeong Han-joo rolled his eyes with a sulky expression, then gripped the sink and dropped his head.
“…I went to apologize.”
“What?”
“I said I went there to apologize.”
The moment he saw Ji-an at the dinner, he knew. Ji-an’s body tensed as soon as they entered, his smile fading, the light in his face dimming. Even when their eyes met, Ji-an’s gaze seemed hollow and lifeless.
Occasionally, there were fleeting moments when Ji-an’s expression brightened, like a broken lightbulb flickering to life. But it always happened when he locked eyes with Jeong Hee-seo.
Jeong Han-joo wondered if it was because of that. A sudden surge of emotion had overwhelmed him.
When he hurled those cruel words, he hadn’t been thinking straight. Losing to Jeong Hee-seo, feeling pushed aside—that had always been a recurring defeat in his life. Ji-an had pressed a button inside him that he hadn’t even known existed.
By the time they’d left and the meal was wrapping up, a suffocating guilt had risen to his throat. He felt like he wouldn’t be able to bear it unless he told Ji-an he was sorry—that he hadn’t meant to embarrass him in front of Grandmother. He’d thought about calling but ended up walking out instead.
It was then he saw the manager of the place where his older brother was staying hurrying by.
“The guest isn’t feeling well.”
The realization that Ji-an was still staying in the area was a relief—but it was immediately followed by worry. Hearing that Ji-an was unwell filled him with nothing but guilt. When he ran to his older brother’s residence, he hadn’t even considered arguing with him.
‘The baby’s fine, so don’t worry.’
‘This is something important for the both of us…’
Why did that word excite him so much?
Jeong Han-joo splashed his face with cold water from the sink. When he came out of the bathroom a while later, he found Jeong Hee-young pushing aside the first aid kit she had carelessly rifled through, sipping from a wine glass.
“Noona.”
“Shut up. It’s your fault, no matter what. You better apologize. I can’t help you this time. Why did you push someone so angry they were ready to hit you onto me? I’m scared too.”
“Did you know?”
“Know what?”
She looked at him with the same clueless expression as always. Jeong Han-joo bit his lip but held back from asking again.
“What?”
“If you don’t know, forget it.”
Ignoring Jeong Hee-young’s repeated question, Jeong Han-joo grabbed a glass and filled it with strong whiskey. He downed the lukewarm alcohol in one gulp, the burn spreading like fire through his veins. The taste of blood lingered, and the sharp pain in his chest made his vision blur.
“…Did hyung ever like me? I never asked you to intervene. You always did that.”
“I had to step in every time. It’s the only reason you two are still able to face each other.”
Haa… A deep sigh escaped Jeong Han-joo. Jeong Hee-young bit her lip as she watched Jeong Han-joo nervously tousle his hair.
“Still, even if you’re like this, are you really going to send your pregnant lover away on his own?”
“…”
Jeong Han-joo was stung by the remark and fell silent. He hurriedly downed two more drinks and then collapsed onto the couch, burying his face in his hands. The memory of Seo Ji-hyuk’s twisted face when he told him to leave, saying he’d send the article instead, was still vivid in his mind. The look in his eyes, unbothered by Jeong Han-joo’s busted lips, was seared into his mind.
‘Mind your own business. Your omega.’
His older brother’s voice still echoed in his ears.
“If you’re going to sleep, go to your room. Your brother-in-law will be here soon after work, and the three of us will be sleeping here tonight.”
Jeong Han-joo ignored her and turned away, curling up into the couch. He had neither the courage to go to his own room, which was adjacent to Jeong Hee-seo’s, nor the desire to find another empty room in the large house to hide in.