ATGRA 45

Even while his insides were being stirred up, Moon Yeonghwa was preoccupied with groping Jung Pureum’s chest. It was more like he had found a way to cope, as he felt he would make strange noises if he didn’t turn his attention elsewhere.

With a trembling hand, he fumbled all over Jung Pureum’s body. Jung Pureum didn’t stop Moon Yeonghwa, who was kneading his body as if it were clay. For him, it was a relief that at least this aspect of him appealed to Moon Yeonghwa.

My physical appearance seems to have passed, so why isn’t our relationship progressing beyond that?

When he bent his knuckles and stirred the tender insides, the narrow passage gradually widened. The fact that he naturally got wet down there was quite convenient. Thanks to the slick, there was no difficulty in widening the inside by increasing the number of fingers even without lubricant.

As he spread his fingers slightly like scissors, a pained sound immediately followed. The inside of his thighs trembled minutely. His heat cycle hadn’t even properly started yet, but his body was sensitive, looking at it again.

“Now, ugh, just put it in.”

His lack of patience was also the same as ever.

Jung Pureum found Moon Yeonghwa’s lips, which had been chattering, “I shouldn’t be doing this with you,” just a moment ago, and kissed him.

As he continued the annoying pecking and foreplay, Moon Yeonghwa’s face contorted beautifully. He even bared his teeth and bit the other’s chest.

He would squirm in impatience, and then, upon realizing he was lying on a desk and not a bed, he would quickly become docile. Jung Pureum smiled inwardly and pulled out the hand that had been prodding inside.

Slick clung to his knuckles in long strands. Having passed through two wet places, his fingertips were wrinkled to the point where his fingerprints were barely visible.

“Hyung, look at this. You’re so wet.”

Moon Yeonghwa bared his teeth and bit Jung Pureum again. He flailed about, as if telling him not to show him such things, and almost rolled off, but Jung Pureum held him steady.

The integrated desk wasn’t just bad for herniated discs. It wasn’t made for that purpose, so of course, it was also unsuitable as a place for sex.

Jung Pureum, who was much lighter than him, easily lifted his opponent and grabbed Moon Yeonghwa’s thrashing calves, wrapping them around his own waist.

When he guided his flailing arms toward his neck, they naturally wrapped around it. Jung Pureum then supported Moon Yeonghwa’s waist and slowly entered him.

The parted entrance greedily swallowed the head. It seemed his constant demands to just put it in weren’t a bluff, as Moon Yeonghwa’s body bucked a couple of times to swallow even a little more of the shaft.

“Hngh, haah…”

Satisfaction was mixed in with his moan. At this point, Jung Pureum began to suspect that just coming at him physically might be the most plausible option.

“It’s a little unfair…”

“What, ugh, hey… don’t move right away, ah!”

“Are you only seeing me for my body, hyung?”

“Hngh, ah! Ah, wait, that’s, wha, hnghh…”

His words kept getting cut off, unable to form a complete sentence.

After asking a strange question about seeing him only for his body, Jung Pureum focused on thrusting upwards with an attitude of, ‘The answer is already decided, and you don’t have to answer.’

Every time he crushed his dick with the strength of his thighs, the still-narrow inside was forced open, arduously gripping the member. The fact that his weight made it go deeper was a bonus.

The strength kept draining from the arms wrapped around Jung Pureum’s neck. Moon Yeonghwa was suddenly scared. Jung Pureum wouldn’t drop him, but there was a possibility that Moon Yeonghwa himself would fall on his own.

Even in his mind, which was hazy with pleasure, the thoughts of ‘social decency’ and ‘this is a university’ remained intact. It wasn’t something to be said by someone having sex in someone else’s university classroom, but Moon Yeonghwa had his own sense of shame.

When he bared his teeth and bit Jung Pureum’s shoulder, he heard a small laugh. Then, a gentle voice saying not to worry, that he wouldn’t be dropped, lingered by his ear. But with his legs dangling in the air, he couldn’t help but feel anxious.

Moon Yeonghwa’s thighs and shoulders trembled weakly. Jung Pureum firmly supported the trembling body with one arm. The more he did, the deeper the penetration became.

“Hngh, hnghh…”

“If you keep making noises, we might get caught.”

What am I doing in a public place? Every time Moon Yeonghwa had that thought, as if to tell him not to think about anything else, the dick that had penetrated him would gently rub a good spot. Just when it started to feel a little ticklish, it would thrust up hard, scraping the tender insides.

He felt his consciousness constantly fading.

Moon Yeonghwa clung to Jung Pureum as if he were a lifeline, panting. He didn’t care if anyone caught them; he wanted to be fucked a little more.

“You’re really liking this…”

As the strength left his arms, his body slid down. Then, pressed by his weight, the penis that hadn’t been able to go all the way in thrust deep. His lower abdomen felt hot, and with the sensation of all his inner flesh being pressed, Moon Yeonghwa’s vision kept flickering.

The pleasure was so great, it felt like pain. It felt like moans and cries were suppressed and pooled below his chest. Every time his legs were about to give out, Jung Pureum would support Moon Yeonghwa and move his body slowly.

He wasn’t fucking him fast and rough, but because of the position, the dick went in too deep. Moon Yeonghwa lowered his head to check his own body. It seemed like a faint outline was visible on his lean stomach, exposed through his shirt.

Does this even make sense?

Physiological tears welled up. While the overwhelming pleasure was frightening, Jung Pureum’s pheromones were refreshing and sweet.

“Ah, this, hngh, feels good…”

The ‘this’ Moon Yeonghwa was referring to was Jung Pureum’s pheromones. Every time he buried his head in Jung Pureum’s shoulder and breathed slowly, he felt a sense of stability.

But the problem was Jung Pureum. Jung Pureum misunderstood the ‘this’ Moon Yeonghwa was talking about. Does he mean he likes being held and fucked? It was a classic case of communication failure.

As Jung Pureum slowly walked while still inside him, the limp Moon Yeonghwa scrambled to cling to him. Unlike when Jung Pureum moved, the dick that penetrated deep with each step had no intention, so it kept poking places inside that it shouldn’t.

“Ah, wait, this… heua, ah!”

Unrefined sounds leaked out of his mouth. Jung Pureum lowered his head again and kissed him to stifle the moans.

He could now lean his back against the wall, but the situation had worsened. His body kept losing strength because of the dick that was prodding places it shouldn’t have been able to reach.

Thanks to the position, his front kept rubbing against Jung Pureum’s thick body and began to leak a clear fluid. Not only because of the stimulation from the friction, but also because of the sensation of being scraped inside, the part that was touching was soaked as if he had made a mistake.

“Do you like this position?”

“Ugh, ah, no, not this…”

If you’re going to ask a question, give me a minute to answer. Every time Moon Yeonghwa tried to say something, his words were blocked by moans.

He hadn’t even properly touched his front, but he felt like he was about to cum. Even Jung Pureum’s kisses or light caresses on his face felt like a huge stimulation.

“Your pheromones, ah, a person, when I try to speak…”

In the end, the conversation could not continue. A major communication failure! It couldn’t be helped. Both of them were more focused on conversing with their bodies than with words.

In the end, it was Moon Yeonghwa who came first.

Considering his shitty stamina, he had held out for quite a while. As the dick went deeper, his moans grew louder, and then, as Jung Pureum gave him small kisses, he ejaculated.

He must have held it in for a long time, because the semen was white and thick. The gushing semen ruined Jung Pureum’s T-shirt.

Thanks to the long ejaculation, the inside was also a mess. Jung Pureum let out a faint breath. As an alpha himself, he wanted to stay coupled like this and release his seed. The inner walls gripped his dick as if they were alive, refusing to let go. He was reaching his limit.

The inner flesh wrapped around the shaft was soft. The deeper he went, the more it wrapped around him like a cushion. If he just buried the head of his dick and came like this, the satisfaction would be beyond words.

It would be even better if he knotted. And if he could imprint at the same time, he could rewrite the contract that Moon Yeonghwa disapproved of in a different way.

But, he shouldn’t do that. It was a good thing he still had the reason to make that judgment.

Jung Pureum grabbed the slapping buttocks, spread them, and slowly pulled out his member. Then, as if he had quickly realized he was going to cum outside, Moon Yeonghwa’s calves tensed up. Regardless of reason, it was a gesture that instinctively wanted what was to come next.

“Hyung.”

When he called his name, Moon Yeonghwa finally relaxed.

It seemed he had only then realized what he had done. Beneath his trembling eyelids, shame and unrestrained desire were mixed.

As he pulled out his dick and came outside, the already thick alpha pheromones filled the space even more.

While Moon Yeonghwa was lying limp, airing out the classroom was entirely Jung Pureum’s responsibility.

“I don’t think we’ll be able to do it outside often.”

“What kind of kid says such a forward thing…”

“Cleaning up is a problem, but also because our clothes get ruined.”

Cleaning up the classroom was relatively easy. That was because Jung Pureum had been holding Moon Yeonghwa from the middle of it.

Moon Yeonghwa suddenly became curious about Jung Pureum’s grip strength. He knew he was strong, but it was surprising that he could lift him, a rather sturdy adult male, so lightly. It didn’t seem like all athletes could do this.

However, thanks to that, Jung Pureum’s T-shirt had crossed a river of no return.

“I’ll pay for the laundry, hyung…”

“It’s okay. I messed up your shirt a little too.”

“The button can just be sewn back on.”

But because of their ruined clothes, they were in a crisis right now. What are we going to wear to go home…

Moon Yeonghwa, lying like a corpse on the integrated desk, let out a deep sigh.

In the end, it happened again.

At a time when he should be keeping his distance from Jung Pureum, he had done it! Again! He had slept with him! No matter how much he was doused in alpha pheromones, it was shocking that his body, which had even taken herbal medicine, couldn’t withstand it properly.

Jung Pureum, who had perfectly finished cleaning the classroom, sat down next to the obviously distraught Moon Yeonghwa.

As he sat next to him, a faint shadow fell over Moon Yeonghwa, obscuring the fluorescent light. Jung Pureum gently brushed Moon Yeonghwa’s disheveled hair.

“You know, Yeonghwa hyung.”

“Yeah.”

“By any chance, do you have anything to say to me?”

“Say what?”

“I told you it was dangerous to come to the university.”

However, unlike his gentle touch, the words coming from Jung Pureum’s mouth were in a scolding tone. Moon Yeonghwa squeezed his eyes shut. Just like Jung Saebom, Jung Pureum never just let things go.