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While meticulously caressing his nipples, he leisurely probed Shin-woo’s hole with his fingers. He pressed and rubbed Shin-woo’s perineum with his thumb, widening the slick folds. Shin-woo, panting softly, stroked Jae-seung’s hair, and Jae-seung, immediately understanding what he wanted, willingly leaned in for a kiss.

“Haa… I love you.”

After whispering his declaration of love, he slowly swirled his tongue around inside Shin-woo’s soft mouth. Shin-woo eagerly met his tongue, wrapping his arms around Jae-seung’s broad back. As their erect penises rubbed together, the appropriate pressure made the area around his lower abdomen tingle.

“Hng… I’m going crazy.”

The moment his penis, missing its target, slipped against the edge of the hole, Shin-woo frowned and muttered. Jae-seung chuckled at his reddened ears, finding them endearing, and Shin-woo responded by impatiently thrusting his hips. Jae-seung brushed the damp hair plastered to Shin-woo’s forehead aside and pressed his penis against the relaxed opening. The sound of moisture echoed as his glans rubbed against the entrance.

“Ugh!”

As soon as their flesh connected, Shin-woo squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back. Licking up his exposed, long neck, Jae-seung began to rock his hips. The sound of their soaked flesh colliding was so loud that even without rough movements, the friction created a clamorous noise. The low moans mixed with the sounds of flesh, and the auditory stimulation alone was enough to induce pleasure. With each thrust, excited alpha Pheromone permeated the air, showering down upon Shin-woo’s body.

“Ah, ah, ah…! Jae-seung, Jae-seung.”

“Ugh, does it feel good?”

“It feels good… there, ugh.”

The hot inner walls contracted around his cock, releasing fluids. Jae-seung hugged Shin-woo tightly, burying his face against him, and vigorously pounded his lower body. While his large penis relentlessly entered and exited the hole, they kissed without ever breaking apart.

Pulling down the white t-shirt that Shin-woo hadn’t taken off and scratching his chest over the fabric, Shin-woo parted his lips mid-kiss with an “ah.” Jae-seung sucked on his loosened tongue, teasing the small nubs. The penetration was rough, but the kisses were tender, and the hands caressing his chest were playful. Overwhelmed by the continuous stimulation, tears finally welled up in the corners of Shin-woo’s eyes.

“Aah, ugh, aagh! Haa… ha.”

Shin-woo gasped heavily, gripping his shoulders tightly. Understanding that he wanted to change positions, Jae-seung slightly raised his upper body to relieve the weight, and Shin-woo hastily flipped over onto his stomach. With his chest pressed against the bed and his hips raised, the sight of the hole, which his penis had been repeatedly entering, throbbing openly was clearly visible.

Jae-seung crawled forward on his knees and once again positioned himself behind him. He gently stroked Shin-woo’s hips, which eagerly swallowed his penis, and looked down at Shin-woo before him with complicated emotions. Beneath the pushed-up t-shirt, a large burn scar was visible. Shin-woo no longer tried to cover it with clothes or blankets, but it still broke Jae-seung’s heart every time he saw it. Especially after learning the whole story of the incident. He felt as though Shin-woo had accepted this absurd scar as a deserved punishment because of his guilt.

As Jae-seung slowly caressed the scar, Shin-woo flinched, tensing his back muscles. The thought of Shin-woo saying he hadn’t even felt the pain of his flesh burning made Jae-seung’s nose tingle. He carefully pressed his lips against the burn mark. Even though it was an old scar, it felt hotter than the surrounding skin, which worried him. A bead of sweat clinging to the edge of his jaw dripped onto the dark burn mark.

“It’s okay.”

Shin-woo muttered in a husky voice without turning around. Jae-seung covered the scar with his aching chest and climbed on top of Shin-woo. A hand, traveling up his scarred side, wrapped around him in a tender embrace. I love you. Jae-seung muttered the words, not knowing how many times he’d said them, and buried his lips in the back of Shin-woo’s neck.

Shin-woo shuddered as he reached his climax in Jae-seung’s arms. Jae-seung groped between his legs and gently massaged his penis, which was stained with lukewarm semen. Shin-woo, unable to calm his excitement even after ejaculating, began to rock his hips himself, grinding his lower body against Jae-seung. Jae-seung tilted him to the side, making him turn his head, and kissed him. His lips, swollen from being bitten and sucked, eagerly accepted his tongue.

As he slowly continued to thrust, stroking him with his hand, his penis quickly became stiff again. Shin-woo squeezed his eyes shut, seemingly struggling with the intensity of his arousal so soon after ejaculating.

“Haa… shit, again.”

“One more time. We need to lower your body temperature.”

Shin-woo chuckled humorlessly at the words he’d heard somewhere before. His short laugh quickly turned into a moan. Jae-seung pulled Shin-woo even closer and relentlessly pursued his slightly parted lips.

The heat on his back was from their body temperature, not the lingering heat of the flames. Shin-woo closed his eyes, feeling the warmth enveloping him.

***

“Shin for trust, Woo for friend, do you really like it?”

Jae-seung looked up from the laptop screen and turned to Shin-woo. They had been sitting side-by-side all morning, working on the application to change the kanji for his name.

Shin-woo laughed, asking why he was asking something so obvious after they’d been struggling with the application all this time.

“I told you I like it.”

“You could change it to your real name… the first name your birth parents gave you.”

Shin-woo shook his head at the suggestion, which he’d only made in case. He placed his hand over Jae-seung’s hand, which was fidgeting on his thigh, and looked him straight in the eye.

“Shin-woo is my real name.”

Jae-seung nodded and pressed the submit button. As soon as the window confirming the submission appeared, the tension drained from him. It felt so refreshing, perhaps because it was something that had been bothering him for a long time. Feeling good, Jae-seung grinned and pulled Shin-woo onto his lap. He pulled him close, deep into his thighs, so that he could lean back completely, and Shin-woo let out a long sigh.

His expression was complex and subtle. It made Jae-seung even happier to think that it was a meaningful thing for him too. As he rubbed his cheek against Shin-woo’s back, acting like a spoiled child, Shin-woo glanced sideways at him.

“Do you like it, though?”

“The name? Of course. You’re the one who gave it to me.”

Jae for talent, Seung for excel. When Shin-woo asked Jae-seung if he should change the kanji for his name, Shin-woo made the same suggestion. The meaning of ‘Jae-seung,’ which meant inheriting wealth, wasn’t bad in itself, but he was very unhappy with the intention behind the name. Jae-seung had thought it was a casual remark, but the very next day, Shin-woo suddenly came up with a name that meant a child with outstanding talent, a name that clearly showed he had been thinking about it.

Jae-seung found it endearing that Shin-woo wanted to change his name, and he also found it endearing that he had personally chosen the meaning. To put it a little exaggeratedly, he felt like he would have been happy even if Shin-woo had recommended the kanji for fly for Jae and fly for Seung.

“I am talented, though.”

“Move. I’ll fill out yours.”

Jae-seung obediently got up and watched Shin-woo quickly fill out the application. He seemed to feel the same way as him, because his face visibly brightened after he completed and submitted the application.

“Done.”

“Finally.”

Perhaps Shin-woo had been bothered by his name for quite some time, not just recently. His expression was relatively calm, but his neck was flushed reddish, showing an unusual sign of excitement. He jumped up from his seat and walked towards the door with a noticeably lighter step.

“Let’s go out. I’m hungry.”

“Let’s eat something delicious to celebrate. I’ll drive.”

He had failed once, but he had successfully obtained his license just last month. Shin-woo followed him with quick steps and hugged him tightly, but Shin-woo shook his head, saying it was still dangerous.

“Don’t you trust me?”

“How can I trust someone who failed once?”

“I did really well the second time. If you might drink, then call a driver.”

They bickered as they headed to the dressing room together. Since it was a memorable day, Jae-seung wore his favorite shirt and the tie that Shin-woo had given him. While Jae-seung was changing his clothes and grooming his hair, Shin-woo rummaged through the closet for a long time and then said, “Ah,” and left the room. Jae-seung peeked his head out to see where he was going, and it was a room near the entrance.

He had almost forgotten about it because they hardly ever went in there these days. Jae-seung stood waiting by the front door, and soon Shin-woo came out with the jacket he was looking for. It was the bomber jacket he had always had, the one he liked. Jae-seung looked over his shoulder at the closed door and pulled Shin-woo into his arms. A pleasant fragrance emanated from his neck.

He had even put on perfume, which he didn’t usually wear, because it was a special day. Jae-seung kissed his round cheekbones, finding him adorable, and Shin-woo, who had been quietly nestled in his arms, opened his mouth.

“That room.”

“Yeah.”

“I think we can use it for something else. My things are scattered all over the place anyway… and it’s confusing since I keep my clothes separate.”

“Is that so?”

His quietly nodding face overlapped with the face he had made when he first came to this house and looked around the room. Recently, he had started placing the things Jae-seung had given him, regardless of what they were, all over the house, one by one, after having kept them all in the first-floor room. Jae-seung forced a smile, suppressing the slight droop of his lips.

“I’ll help you clean it up later.”

“Okay.”

Shin-woo grinned and clasped Jae-seung’s hand tightly. He intertwined their fingers and pulled him close, so that their shoulders were touching affectionately.

“What should we eat?”

“Whatever you want, honey.”

They left the house, holding hands.

<End of Side Story>