JD 83

Like a beast in front of a delicious meal, his mouth filled with saliva. Whether he knew what Muheon was feeling or not, Hakyung was struggling to pull the zipper down using only his mouth.

“Mm, ngh…”

The book had said it was easy… but seriously, what kind of talent did someone need to undress someone with just their mouth? The position was awkward, swallowing was hard, and if he wasn’t careful, drool might spill out.

While Hakyung was grunting in frustration over how nothing was going the way he imagined, a cool finger touched his nipple.

“Ah!”

The sudden contact made Hakyung’s stomach tense up. Seeing his reaction, Muheon began to rub more deliberately.

His small, rounded nipple was pressed and teased under Muheon’s fingers. Hakyung flinched from the unrelenting touch, but with something still in his mouth, he couldn’t move properly.

“How long are you going to make me wait?”

Muheon traced a circle with his finger, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Hakyung frowned and tried to say something in response, but no clear words came out.

Muheon could’ve just relaxed and enjoyed watching this new side of Hakyung. But with the way pressure kept building at his center, he figured that if this went on much longer, he might not even be able to get his pants off.

He gently lifted Hakyung’s chin. Even though they hadn’t really done anything yet, the river dolphin’s face was already flushed bright red.

Of course it was.

It was endearing how serious he was, though a little pitiful too. Hakyung’s small face followed as Muheon moved. He pressed kisses all over, wiping away the trail of drool as he went.

Hakyung felt frustrated that his carefully planned move had flopped, and now he was just being treated like a clumsy kid.

He silently vowed to practice when he got home. Smiling faintly at Muheon’s kiss, he thought, just for today, I’ll do whatever my husband wants.

After a long moment of kissing Hakyung’s face, Muheon finally pulled off his pants and underwear himself. Seeing him suddenly stripped bare, Hakyung stuck out his lower lip.

I’m definitely going to train for this. As he reaffirmed his resolve again, Muheon’s voice, low and quiet, brushed his ear.

Muheon, brows furrowed, wrapped a hand around Hakyung’s knee.

“See? I told you the floor’s too hard.”

Hakyung hadn’t even been kneeling for long, but the area around his knees had turned dark red.

Startled by Muheon’s words, Hakyung glanced down and was surprised himself. Sure, it wasn’t a bed, but he hadn’t expected it to be this rough on his skin.

Even in the dark, the color contrast was obvious…

Seeing Muheon’s brow creased with concern, Hakyung gently rubbed the space between them.

“It’s just the hard floor. It doesn’t hurt.”

“Still, you know your skin’s sensitive… Come here.”

Muheon swiftly pulled him onto his thigh. The smooth, cool skin under his butt felt strangely comforting.

Even while sneaking glances at Muheon like a puppy that had made a mess, Hakyung subtly rubbed his backside against Muheon’s leg. Sure, his knees were sore—but they weren’t done yet.

Noticing the bold little move, Muheon let out a soft laugh. Of course, he had no intention of stopping either, not with how long he’d been worked up.

But if Hakyung lay down on the hard floor, there was no doubt he’d be sore tomorrow. In that case…

As he mulled it over, Muheon gently rubbed around Hakyung’s chest and lay down himself. Naturally, Hakyung followed and ended up draped over him, his eyes flicking around.

“You’re not falling asleep, are you? This sleeping bag isn’t even that nice…”

“Seriously? You’re lying on top of my dicks—do I seem like I’d be sleepy right now?”

Muheon chuckled and answered calmly. At that, Hakyung slowly shifted his hips, nestling down against Muheon’s center. Seeing how much it had responded made him feel a little proud.

“There, there. Good job, Mu-il and Mu-i.”

Instead of using his hands, he lightly patted with his hips in praise. Muheon laughed even louder, and Hakyung’s mood lifted too.

Though his ambitious plan had failed, the disheartened river dolphin was back in action—thanks to his trusty hips.

“Oh, right. Then why did you lie down?”

As he playfully fondled Muheon’s firm chest with his small hands, Hakyung asked. Unlike his own softer chest, Muheon’s thick, solid build always felt smooth and satisfying to the touch.

The man now fully understood those people on online forums who went on and on about their ideal type being all about the chest. Hakyung had completely forgotten what he’d even asked—he was focused solely on Muheon’s chest.

Of course, Muheon was happy that someone liked his cocks or his chest, but still, he thought his face was at least worth a glance. It wasn’t like he’d ever been told he was ugly. His self-esteem took a tiny hit.

Kang Hakyung seemed to like the fully naked version of Lee Muheon even more, which only bruised his pride further.

With just a hint of mischief, Muheon snapped his hips. Startled, Hakyung’s eyes went wide as his body bounced up.

“This is why I laid down.”

“Uh, o-oh, right, I mean…”

Realizing why Muheon had lied down, Hakyung blushed all the way to his chest and squirmed.

“Are you doing this because you’re worried about the bruise on my knee from earlier?”

“Of course. I’m not about to break your legs just to have sex.”

“It really didn’t hurt though…”

“Well, it hurt just watching it, so that’s a no.”

It was a firm answer. Every time Muheon looked after him like this, Hakyung’s whole body tingled. Even his blowhole and his butt clenched up tight.

Overcome with affection for Muheon, Hakyung stretched his arms out and hugged his neck tightly.

Muheon smiled, watching Hakyung cling to him like a gibbon. Every time this man, who had warmed his lifelong chill, held on like this, his love for Hakyung only deepened.

Their love for each other never faded—it only grew stronger by the day.

***

Muheon’s long fingers delved into Hakyung’s hole. It was the first time Hakyung was being taken in this position, so he showed awkward movements.

He knew in that he needed to relax, but he kept getting tense, making his whole body stiff instead.

As Muheon’s fingers dug deeper, Hakyung’s knees tightened around Muheon’s waist.

“Ugh… this is strange.”

“It’s not weird. It’s something we always do.”

“Th-then… it feels… deeper… somehow, ugh!”

Even though it was just two fingers, it was so deep. He wondered if gravity was this terrifying. All this time, he hadn’t felt it this intensely because he was changing positions in the middle of it, but oh my…… the sensation was completely different.

From above the field, where the crops were sighing, Ha-kyung subtly shared his opinion.

“First, let me lie down… Ugh! Ah, if I move…”

“No. You’ll get hurt.”

Muheon’s expression was unreadable—whether he was truly worried about Hakyung getting hurt or secretly enjoying how flustered he looked in this unfamiliar position. His hand moved and he inserted another finger.

Hakyung let out a sharp cry as his body lurched forward. Muheon caught him easily with one arm, using the other to carefully prepare him, making space with practiced precision.

With his forehead pressed to Muheon’s chest, Hakyung let out a shaky breath. There was a flicker of pleasure in his voice, but it didn’t make the process any less difficult.

“Ha… haah…”

“I’ll loosen you up a little more. If we rush, it’ll hurt.”

Unlike Hakyung, who was panting as if he had run a marathon Muheon remained calm. Annoyed by Muheon’s nonchalant face, Hakyung bit Muheon’s nipple hard.

Muheon let out a quiet laugh at Hakyung’s whining, which sounded no different from a yapping little Maltese, and gently patted the back of his head.

As his familiar touch landed, the hole hidden beneath Hakyung’s pink hair—right at the crown—twitched quickly, as if in anticipation. Seeing that unconscious reaction, Muheon exhaled a contented breath.

He wished he could live like this, with Hakyung’s entire body pressed close to his. His warmth, his honesty, his soft lips and plump little backside—every part of him was unbearably lovely.

“What did you eat to turn out this pretty, Kang Hakyung?”

“Ah, wha—mm!”

“Oh, so you know you’re cute?”

Hakyung, who had been nibbling on Muheon’s nipple, suddenly tried to protest, asking what he meant, but failed. His head, which had been held high, instantly drooped down.

Because Muheon’s fingers had finally turned into four and were thusting into his hole. Although he kept praising with words like “pretty” and “cute,” the hand that settled between his buttocks showed no mercy.

Tears welled up in Hakyung’s eyes as Muheon’s fingers moved however they pleased, pushing him to his limit.

“Is it too much?”

“Y-yeah, it’s too much…!”

Hakyung shook his head desperately, pleading for him to stop. At that pitiful gesture, Muheon clicked his tongue softly.

“What am I supposed to do…? We’re just getting started.”

Licking his lips with his tongue, Muheon’s pulled his fingers out, and in their place was one of the cocks that Hakyung loved so much.