DHG Ch 55

Heewoo, who had been momentarily lost in thought, quickly regained his composure at the small kiss that fell on his face. The imposing image he had just seen kept flickering in his mind. What was that? Really… It was really too big.

Of course, he had touched it once before. The slightly curved shape was still the same.

Heewoo’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he forced himself to return Jang Seungyung’s kiss. He wanted to. He really wanted to, but why did he keep getting scared?

“……!”

Just then, the man lifted the sheet and burrowed inside. Heewoo, eyes wide, drew his knees up, covering his exposed lower body, legs crossed at the ankles.

“Alright, alright. I won’t look.”

Jang Seungyung, with one arm, pulled Heewoo into his embrace and laughed. Heewoo, curled up like a grilled shrimp, finally relaxed his body when Jang Seungyung pulled the sheet over them.

The man’s heavy body settled on top of Heewoo, who had just barely managed to lie down. The sensation of their bare legs blatantly entangled, and the wet, hot weight against his thighs made Heewoo’s face flush crimson.

“You’re so shy.”

The man said.

“Well, you could also call it healthy caution. Since I’m going to expose you and do all sorts of things.”

Jang Seungyung subtly pressed down on Heewoo, who was fidgeting in his arms, with his upper body and lowered his hand.

Despite his shyness, Heewoo was quite permissive when it came to being touched. While Kwon Heewoo tried to defend himself, Jang Seungyung freely caressed the smooth pubic bone, the straight shaft, and the round pouch that he wanted to put in his mouth the moment he saw them, all of which he had taken every opportunity to peek at.

“…What are you doing?”

He suddenly spoke up because Heewoo had cautiously grabbed his cock.

Jang Seungyung lowered his chin and narrowed his eyes. As he separated their upper bodies, which were flushed with body heat, and looked, their gazes met directly. Although the round, black pupils were trembling slightly.

“Something good.”

Heewoo said. He slowly caressed the hefty penis, which had previously been rubbed thoroughly against his palm, with both hands.

The damp pre-cum, the bulging veins on the surface, and even the feeling of it sliding against his knuckles. Touching the man’s erection, firmly pointed towards him, Heewoo blushed crimson up to his ears.

Haha. Jang Seungyung chuckled pleasantly and brought their lips together at an angle. Their noses brushed softly as their wet lips met. The slow, deepening kiss soon transformed into a devouring one, overwhelming Heewoo.

“Hup-.”

It was a rough kiss, teeth clashing against lips, mouth, cheeks, and nose. Blood raced through his veins. Heewoo tried to keep up somehow, but even a small breath was stolen.

The situation below was the same. At some point, Heewoo’s hands were covered by large hands. Both hands and both penises overlapped, caught in a hot and wet friction. The embarrassing, squishy sounds of chuck, chuck, squelch. Hup, hnn, Heewoo’s whimpering breaths, Haa, Jang Seungyung’s sighs mixed in.

However, the lovers, just beginning to explore each other’s bodies, had one problem.

“Ah-.”

Even amidst the flurry of kisses and caresses, Heewoo, who had been actively moving his hands, frowned. The familiar pain, a throbbing sensation all over his skin, was slowly creeping in.

He tried to endure it, but as the alpha pheromones washed over his bare skin like raging waves, a suppressed sound escaped his gritted teeth.

“Ah, uh…!”

It was a sound that burst out after he’d held it in. At the sudden, stiff sound, different from the soft moans of pleasure, Jang Seungyung froze.

“What’s wrong? Does it hurt?”

“…No. No, it’s okay.”

“Your eyes are tearing up. Are you sure it’s okay?”

Jang Seungyung, taking a deep breath, examined Heewoo’s face. He gently stroked the reddened skin around his eyes and pondered, puzzled.

He hadn’t gripped him hard, and he had been careful not to press down with his weight. He had simply poured out more of his pheromones than usual, heightened by an uncontrollable arousal.

Thinking that far, Jang Seungyung realized that the last factor was the problem. His eyebrows shot up as he caught his breath.

“What’s the deal? You said your pheromone state was weird earlier.”

He recalled what Heewoo had said just before. Stroking his trembling ear and neck, he immediately continued to question him.

“Did I hurt you? I don’t want to hurt someone I like.”

“-No.”

Heewoo, who had been twitching slightly, quickly replied. Even in the midst of it all, his chest swelled with the words “I like,” spoken by Jang Seungyung.

“I’m okay. Really. I was told that as long as I don’t receive too much alpha pheromones at once, it’ll be okay.”

Heewoo hurriedly summarized what the doctor had told him. He’d developed a dysfunction in suppressing pheromones due to the habit of suppressing them, and that as the pheromones began to normalize, he might experience pain like this. Therefore, some pain was a natural reaction.

“It’s also good to experience heat cycles naturally…. They said we just need to take it slow. Even if it hurts a little, it’s all part of the healing process.”

Jang Seungyung listened attentively and then raised an eyebrow, saying, “So,”

“You’re saying I’m making you healthy right now?”

“Yes.”

“Having sex with me is good for your body?”

“…Yes.”

Heewoo replied. It was true, but he didn’t know where to look when it was put so bluntly.

As he trembled at the touch that was now stroking his inner thighs instead of his penis, the man lightly nipped his nose. Lips curved into a playful smile asked,

“Hmm, should we go to the hospital?”

It was an unexpected question. Heewoo, trapped beneath the thick, firm body, looked up. He asked back with a slightly delayed reaction,

“Now?”

“No way. I’d die. How can I go now looking like this?”

“…….”

“Later.”

The man whispered and rubbed his lips against his earlobe. Ah, it’s soft. Hearing the low murmur, Heewoo realized that Jang Seungyung did intend to take him to the hospital.

“So I should pour my pheromones on you layer by layer? Huh? Like handling you with care.”

Well, is he a pastry? Jang Seungyung playfully grumbled, yet carefully managed his pheromones. As if he was examining each and every one of Heewoo’s barely perceptible pheromones. Heewoo blinked as he felt the gentle, coaxing sensation.

“Ah, this…. Can you feel it?”

And so, there was a signal, fluttering like a fish jumping above the calm ripples.

“What’s your naughty pheromone, the one that makes its owner hurt, saying right now?”

“…….”

“Hmm?”

“…….”

“…….”

“…It likes it.”

Heewoo, who had been silent, replied, stroking Jang Seungyung’s sideburns and ears. Jang Seungyung smiled and kissed his neck and chest, where faint pheromones were emanating. He pushed his hand, which had been caressing the soft inner thigh, a little deeper.

“Mmm.”

He wanted to stop the hand job and lick and suck Heewoo’s cock to properly communicate with his pheromones, but…

This guy was apparently very sensitive. As the dimmed lighting suggested, he intended to cater to his first love’s sensitivities as much as possible, at least for the first time.

“You like it? It’s wet here.”

Heewoo’s knees reflexively closed, but it was no use. The back of his hand brushed against his cock and resolutely pushed in. His hard fingertips pressed against the softly swollen perineum, slowly rubbing the slightly wet entrance.

Lowering his lips to the flushed cheeks and nose, Jang Seungyung slipped a finger inside. His brow furrowed involuntarily as he nudged his way between the tightly closed flesh.

Heewoo was an omega nearing his heat cycle. By now, he should have been soaked inside, but the secreted fluids barely served as lubrication.

Perhaps it was related to the pheromone abnormality. He needed to be as wet as a honey pot to receive him.

Jang Seungyung pulled Heewoo’s hand and slowly licked between his oily fingers. He wanted to grab his rounded buttocks, spread them open, and bite and suck them to his heart’s content, but judging by his reactions so far, it didn’t seem like he would give in easily.

“Does it hurt?”

He asked as he pushed another finger into the opening when he thought it had softened a bit.

“…No.”

Heewoo said, taking a deep breath. He was clearly trying to hide his moans, but he couldn’t completely erase the faint whimpers mixed in.

“You shouldn’t be so compliant even if it doesn’t hurt.”

Jang Seungyung, who had been closely observing his reaction, smiled and intertwined their fingers. He lowered his head and pressed his lips against his warm cheek.

“Do you know what I’ll do if you’re like this?”

Heewoo blinked rapidly and squeezed the clasped hand. Jang Seungyung rubbed his thumb against the back of his hand and nuzzled his nose against his soft nose. As he kissed him deeply, crushing their wet lips together, Heewoo moaned, his ears flushed red.

“Ah, hh, ah….”

Kissing him as if to suck up every last bit of Heewoo’s swallowed moans, Jang Seungyung restrained himself. He fiercely suppressed the urge to roughly poke, prod, and ravage the still immature mucous membrane that was pushing even two fingers out.