TSG 100

“Se-hyun, why are you cursing?”

Shin Tae-oh’s voice was light and teasing, clearly trying to mess with him.

“Why are you putting your mouth there? Are you trying to scare me or something?”

Se-hyun snapped at him, dropping all formal speech.

“You’re not just trying to shock me—you’re practically giving me a heart attack. If you’re like this from the start, what’s next?”

“Se-hyun-ah.”

Shin Tae-oh was still smiling. No, his eyes were practically twinkling.

What now? What’s making him smile like that this time?

“Will you listen to me?”

As if saying he wouldn’t do anything for now, Shin Tae-oh let go of Se-hyun’s legs one by one, gently lowering them to the floor. As Se-hyun’s body relaxed, his breathing steadied.

“What do you think when you see a cake?”

“Well, I think it looks delicious…”

“Right? What do you do when you smell its sweet scent? You want to eat it, not poke it, right?”

“…”

Se-hyun couldn’t find words to refute, strangely persuaded.

“That’s how I feel. Your pheromones smell insanely sweet.”

“Still… I’m not a cake.”

Se-hyun weakly resisted, pointing out that there was a difference between a cake and a person. Shin Tae-oh chuckled.

“You’ve thought of me that way too.”

“When did I ever?”

“Appetizer.”

Along with the word Shin Tae-oh uttered, a thought struck Se-hyun’s mind, once again leaving him unable to refute.

‘If something looks beautiful, don’t just look at it—eat it. Who knows? It might end up being more memorable than the main course.’

When Se-hyun had been staring at an appetizer once, Shin Tae-oh had said…

Appetizers are pretty.

Shin Tae-oh is an appetizer.

Therefore,

Shin Tae-oh is delicious?

Se-hyun had drawn this absurd conclusion before. Could it be that he had unknowingly looked at Shin Tae-oh that way back then?

“Seems you’ve recalled what I meant, so I don’t need to say more. I’ll overlook how you were drooling over me when I told you to eat the salmon salad.”

Shin Tae-oh seemed satisfied that he had explained enough and lowered his face again. The sudden sucking sounds near his hole snapped Se-hyun back to reality.

Only then did Se-hyun realize how deeply he had been caught up in Shin Tae-oh’s absurd logic, but he couldn’t push away Shin Tae-oh’s face buried between his legs. His body, showing no signs of calming even after one climax, had reached its limit, and the heat was rushing to his back.

“But sometimes, I do poke cakes.”

“…What?”

Se-hyun’s eyes widened in horror at Shin Tae-oh’s calm confession as he raised his head. Poke cakes? With what?

“Nngh.”

Amidst his shock, a moan escaped as he felt fingers enter him from behind.

“Does it hurt?”

“That’s not it…”

He felt the foreign sensation, but it didn’t hurt.

“Then, you really do poke cakes…”

“Hm? Haven’t you ever eaten cake with your fingers?”

Fooled again.

Annoyed by Shin Tae-oh’s grinning face, which was undoubtedly intentional, Se-hyun clenched his muscles.

“Ugh.”

Shin Tae-oh winced as his finger was gripped tighter, but below, his erection only twitched more violently. Watching precum drip steadily from his d1ck, Shin Tae-oh couldn’t help but sigh.

“I was trying my best to hold back.”

As if saying this was Se-hyun’s responsibility, Shin Tae-oh withdrew his fingers and rested the tip of his d1ck on Se-hyun’s stomach. Se-hyun felt the heat dissipate and braced his foot against the bed. It was an instinctive move to push the bed and escape from Shin Tae-oh.

Not yet. It couldn’t go in yet.

Shin Tae-oh surely understood what Se-hyun’s body was trying to say. But before Se-hyun could fully get away, his ankles were grabbed and restrained again…

“Nngh.”

Tae-oh stroked Se-hyun’s d1ck with his other hand.

“Huh?”

“I can’t hold back anymore.”

Shin Tae-oh repeatedly stroked himself in front of Se-hyun. He scratched his glans with his nails and guided Se-hyun’s hand to grip his d1ck.

As Se-hyun blankly watched the m4sturbation unfolding before him, Shin Tae-oh took a short breath.

“It won’t get smaller just from cvmming, but I’m afraid I might hurt you if I keep holding back.”

Realizing Shin Tae-oh was trying to relieve some pressure before holding back again, Se-hyun unconsciously gripped the shaft tightly. Feeling Shin Tae-oh’s deep sigh, he caressed the pulsing veins with his fingers.

The clear fluid dripping onto Se-hyun’s stomach glistened like silver threads. Once again, pheromones flowed out, making Se-hyun’s body tremble with the urge to taste Shin Tae-oh if he could, or at least get close enough to smell him.

Shin Tae-oh’s half-closed eyes, his flushed face, the shadows on his muscular contours, and the center from which pheromones emanated – everything excited Se-hyun.

“Ugh.”

Some fluid splashed onto Se-hyun’s face, dripping down his eyelids like jelly. Without warning, Shin Tae-oh had ejaculated. As he looked at the nearly white fluid on his fingers, Shin Tae-oh finished shaking off the rest.

“Haa.”

Though Shin Tae-oh sighed as if he had released everything, his d1ck remained the same size.

“It really is true.”

It hadn’t shrunk at all. What was funny was Se-hyun’s own d1ck reacting to Shin Tae-oh’s. He had responded while watching Shin Tae-oh climax right in front of him.

“Let’s continue.”

Tae-oh rubbed the cum on his hand, white foam forming as he lathered it. Then, he inserted his hand below Se-hyun. Again, just one finger.

“I won’t rush at all.”

Shin Tae-oh’s expression was more serious than Se-hyun had ever seen. It made Se-hyun stop resisting and simply watch what he was doing.

When a second finger slipped inside, Se-hyun felt a bit of discomfort and shifted his hips. By the time a third finger entered, he let out a soft groan.

“This isn’t easy.”

Seeing Se-hyun’s pained face, Shin Tae-oh also looked troubled. Even with just three fingers, Se-hyun’s body was trying to push them out, making penetration difficult. There was no way his body would be ready for something bigger.

“Ah, no.”

Unable to bear it anymore, Se-hyun turned his body completely. As he tried to escape before Shin Tae-oh could catch him, he stopped all movement upon seeing Shin Tae-oh’s face.

Shin Tae-oh hadn’t grabbed Se-hyun’s ankle like before. And the emotion in his eyes was apologetic.

Could it be…

“I think it will hurt.”

Shin Tae-oh slowly stood up. Without trying to hide his erect d1ck sticking to his stomach, he looked at Se-hyun with a faint smile.

A glimmer of reason, on the verge of disappearing beneath instinct, was visible in Shin Tae-oh’s intense gaze.

“Se-hyun isn’t a cake.”

Shin Tae-oh revealed his intention not to hurt him and disappeared into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of falling water drowned out Shin Tae-oh’s presence.

Amid the faint sounds of water, Se-hyun panted softly as he stared at the ceiling.

“At this rate, we’ll never be able to do it.”

He sighed at Shin Tae-oh’s reluctance to push forward for fear of hurting him.

The unfamiliar sensation of his h0le opening reminded him that this was all new to him.

First times are always accompanied by fear. Saying he wasn’t afraid would be a lie. He had tried to pull back several times, but seeing Shin Tae-oh’s careful consideration only made him laugh dryly.

As Se-hyun tried to get up from the bed, he winced at a sharp pain. He had moved unconsciously, forgetting about his wrist. After moving so much with Shin Tae-oh, the bandage was barely hanging on.

It hadn’t even been a day since he was discharged. In that time, he had confessed to Shin Tae-oh, kissed him, and even tried to have sex.

“Twelve months, my foot…”

It was as if all they wanted was to be alone together.

The original novel would end in about a year, and thinking he could fully claim Shin Tae-oh for himself by then felt meaningless now.

“It’d be best to just forget it all.”

He told himself not to think about the original story anymore, not to be swept away by it, and definitely not to use it.

Se-hyun got up from the bed and opened the bathroom door. Shin Tae-oh, standing under the shower, looked at him with surprised eyes.

“Se-hyun.”

“You called me a cake, but I guess there’s someone else you’re saving for later.”

The water splashing on his face was cold.

Se-hyun turned off the faucet. Tae-oh had done the same for him when his heat cycle had come. As the noise of the running water faded, the sound of droplets falling from Shin Tae-oh’s body occasionally broke the stillness.

“I won’t run away now. I won’t stop you either.”

He approached ShinTae-oh and placed his hand on his ice-cold body.

“If you can’t trust me, you can tie me up.”

The end of the bandage slipped loose and fell over his other wrist. It looked as if his wrists were bound together, which seemed to confuse Shin Tae-oh.

“Let’s do it again.”

“Se-hyun.”

“We have to have a first time anyway.”

Se-hyun snapped out of frustration, then Tae-oh grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in. The suddenness of it made Se-hyun’s mouth open wide, and Tae-oh’s tongue invaded, unleashing the desire he had been suppressing.

The wet sounds of their intertwining tongues blended strangely with Shin Tae-oh’s footsteps. Se-hyun, embraced by Shin Tae-oh, caressed his shoulders, neck, and back. He wanted to warm Shin Tae-oh’s cold body even through this.

He pressed his body tightly against Shin Tae-oh, allowing no gap between them. And for the places his hands couldn’t reach, he tried his best to envelop them with his pheromones.

“Nngh. Se-hyun.”

Shin Tae-oh let out a rough moan and hesitated, then took heavy steps when he started walking again. Se-hyun knew Shin Tae-oh had reacted to his pheromones because he felt Shin Tae-oh’s semi-hardness against his stomach had returned to full strength.

Se-hyun, who had been quiet while moving to the bed with Shin Tae-oh, only let go of him when his back touched the bed…

“It’s time to eat the cake, Tae-oh-ya.”

He stretched out both hands towards Shin Tae-oh.

Shin Tae-oh lunged at him with a bright smile.