GCT 36

‘I wonder if he’s still sleeping?’

After finishing his morning workout and getting out of the shower, Yohan spotted the back of Lear’s head peeking out over the top of the sofa.

He couldn’t tell when Lear had woken up, but just seeing that back view, staring intently at the iPad, brought a warm smile to his face, and his heart swelled with an emotion so overwhelming he had to clutch his chest.

Yohan once again found it hard to believe that he had married the man before him.

‘What a guy, even the back of his head is handsome.’

He felt like pouncing on him right then and there, but Yohan pursed his lips and held himself back. He knew perfectly well that if he pounced now, he would be tormented by Lear, stuck at home all day, and regret wasting the entire day.

Besides, he had other plans for today.

‘Why is his messy hair so damn cute? It’s infuriating.’

They say there’s no cure for falling for someone’s cuteness, and at some point, even when the giant Lear spouted nonsense, Yohan found it cute. It was annoying, but still… maybe a younger man will always be a younger man.

‘I’m going crazy.’

Yohan took a quiet, deep breath. After their marriage, he had felt sorry for having to leave Lear behind when he was suddenly thrown into an investigation at the request of Director Chantel Corey, making his leave of absence seem pointless. But the way Lear had given up his party life while his husband was at work, demurely attending cooking classes and managing the household, was just so adorable. Is this why everyone gets married? Yohan’s lips tingled with the urge to shower him with kisses right this instant.

Of course, his return to work hadn’t been entirely smooth. Lear had been very much against it at first. He had nagged Yohan relentlessly, asking why he would become a dog of the government again when he had a rich husband, especially after being treated worse than a dog while slaving away at the FBI. But now, his separation anxiety had subsided quite a bit. That part was also puppy-like and cute.

‘I just want to bite him.’

Well, what Lear probably wanted most was for both of them to be cooped up at home, naked and tumbling around together. A smile on his lips, Yohan shook his head and cautiously approached Lear. Then, he peeked over to see what on earth Lear was so focused on.

‘I thought you weren’t interested.’

The article Lear was reading was about the political scandal involving President Caraway that had broken out not long after Yohan returned to work. It was the hottest issue of the moment, causing a stir all over the world because the president and the powerful figures around him were all entangled in it. And for good reason—the current president was not only involved in election rigging and the intervention of a drug cartel, but various organizations were also connected through corporate money laundering. As a result, the stock market had also taken a hit and was struggling to recover. With the scale of the case growing, a massive amount of manpower within the FBI had been deployed to investigate.

If things had gone slightly wrong, Yohan could have been drafted and unable to return to California. Then he wouldn’t be at home with Lear like this right now.

‘Was he secretly worried?’

Yohan had thought Lear was just habitually obsessive, not a puppy with separation anxiety. But seeing Lear looking genuinely concerned about his husband’s work, Yohan reached out, snatched the iPad he was holding, and whispered in his ear. Not only that, he made a point of blowing softly into Lear’s ear.

“Darling.”

It was a term of endearment he would barely use, even when Lear begged for it in bed.

“What did you say?”

As Lear tried to turn his head, Yohan showered the nape of his neck with kisses and let out a laugh. Lear, his face slightly flushed, began to plead with Yohan.

“Honey. Say it just one more time. My hearing’s not so good.”

“Don’t play games, you heard me perfectly fine.”

“Games? It’s true. Your moans gave me hearing loss.”

Give him an inch and he takes a mile. Yohan gave the back of Lear’s head a light thwack and said.

“Why don’t you say that one more time.”

At Yohan’s stern tone, Lear touched the spot where he’d been hit and pouted.

“No, I mean… instead of that, how about a kiss? Look, my lips are sticking out because you hit the back of my head.”

Instead of a kiss, Yohan grabbed Lear’s lips with his hand and gave them a little twist.

“I told you to stop barking with that pretty mouth of yours, didn’t I?”

“Ow-oww… Honey.”

“Stop trying to act cute. Who do you think is going to fall for that?”

“Whimper. Honey. You’re still not going to fall for me? Huh?”

“Whimper” was so unlike him. Yohan frowned, steeling his heart so it wouldn’t waver. Then Lear started throwing a ridiculous tantrum.

“I’ve been behaving lately. You know I’ve been gritting my teeth and putting up with you being out for days on end since you went back to work, whether you’re meeting some strange woman or man. Are you going to keep being so cold to me?”

“You’re twisting my words. That’s work. Besides, it wasn’t just anyone, it was the Director begging me like that. She said she absolutely needed me, so I didn’t have a choice.”

Lear spoke with a hurt expression.

“I needed you too. Do you have any idea how sad it is to be a newlywed, lying in bed, hugging your clothes, and jacking off? I thought I’d been widowed in my first year of marriage.”

“Ugh…”

At Yohan’s disgusted expression, Lear glanced at him cautiously, then reached over the sofa and fiddled with his shirt. It was, as usual, a flashy Hawaiian shirt.

“Did you… do it… with this shirt?”

At Yohan’s words, Lear pulled his hand away and averted his gaze. Then he suddenly muttered to himself that he should watch Netflix, and turned on Amazon Prime.

Yohan stared at Lear’s back with a dumbfounded expression, then leaped onto the sofa, sat beside him, and stared intently. He wanted to see how long Lear would keep it up.

“Why is it so hot…”

Lear, who was browsing through a genre of drama he would never normally watch, pursed his lips, then suddenly started looking for the air conditioner remote.

“What is it.”

Even though the remote was on the coffee table, Lear ostentatiously fumbled around the seat next to him with his hand and nonchalantly started squeezing Yohan’s thigh.

“Hmm? What did you say?”

Yohan was flabbergasted by Lear’s act, his purple eyes sparkling with feigned innocence. It was truly acting worthy of the grandson of the great actress Laura Crawford.

“Hands off.”

“Honey, do you know where the remote is? Is it here?”

Lear’s fingers touched Yohan’s crotch. He casually pressed down on the spot with his palm and started to get handsy. Yohan, blushing slightly, slapped the back of Lear’s hand. But instead of removing his hand, Lear gripped Yohan’s penis tightly.

“Ngh!”

“Did you hide it here?”

“Are you… you crazy bastard… let go.”

“Curse at me some more. It’s turning me on.”

“Pervert.”

“Ha, you’re so sexy when you curse.”

Lear’s sparkling eyes were now half-glazed over. Worried that he would ruin the whole day if he let this go on, Yohan grabbed Lear’s shoulders and pushed him away. But Lear didn’t budge. It seemed he had been working out diligently while managing the house; his body was even more rock-solid than before.

In a moment, Yohan’s body was pushed back, and Lear climbed on top of him, stripped off his t-shirt, and threw it on the floor.

“Let’s do it.”

Yohan gulped at the sight of Lear’s firm body, then shifted his gaze to Lear’s brow and tried to get a grip on himself.

“There’s no time.”

“Honey, you’re not messing around behind my back, are you?”

“What kind of bullshit is that?”

“Otherwise, it’s been a while… besides, we’re still newlyweds.”

“No, that’s not it. Lear.”

“You said you were tired yesterday and just went to sleep. Did you really find someone else?”

“What are you talking about. I don’t even get hard for anyone but you.”

“Strictly speaking… now it’s only from behind—”

“Tsk.”

“Well, it’s true there’s no one else like me.”

Seeing Lear pout as he spoke, Yohan nodded slightly and began to soothe him gently.

“That’s right. There’s no one like my husband. He’s handsome, has a great body, his personality… is what you’d expect from his face. He’s rich, and he’s even younger than me. I think I really hit the jackpot with this marriage.”

He had hesitated for a moment at ‘personality,’ which seemed to displease Lear slightly, but he just couldn’t bring himself to offer empty flattery on that point. Still, Yohan tried his best as a spouse. He reached out and stroked Lear’s arm, speaking in a gentle voice.

“I really was tired. It hadn’t been long since I flew home from D.C., either.”

“Your stamina isn’t that weak.”

“It is. I’m not what I used to be.”

“I get hurt when you talk like that, Yohan. So… I’m just the fish you’ve already caught, is that it?”

“Hey, why do you have to put it like that?”

Had he only half-lost his mind, or had his brain gone completely haywire? Yohan couldn’t understand why Lear was acting like a difficult seven-year-old today.

“Then why are you avoiding me? Are you just going to let the fish you’ve caught rot? Shouldn’t you hurry up and eat it?”

“Enough with the fish talk… Anyway, I have something else to do today. Don’t you want to hear about the plan I’ve had for our date for the past few days?”

“But what can I do? Honey, you’re hard.”

Lear cut Yohan off before he could finish, unbuckling Yohan’s pants and sliding his hand into his underwear.

“Hnngh, fuck. Lear! It’s because you’re stroking it like that!”

“Honey, I warned you. I get turned on when you curse.”

Lear gave a charming eye-smile as he pulled Yohan’s pants off. Then, with a deep sigh, he gripped Yohan’s thighs, pulled them apart, and bent over.

“Wa-wait. Lear. Let’s think about this rationally—”

“Darling, your mouth and your lower body always say different things. Well, it’s not like I didn’t fall for you partly because of that adorable trait.”

With a soft laugh, Lear inhaled and watched Yohan’s face as he bit his lower lip, then began to roughly stroke the penis in his hand.

Yohan’s vision went dizzy from Lear’s thick hand. He had been focused on work lately, and since he was too tired to do anything but sleep when he got into bed, he hadn’t even engaged in any self-pleasure to take care of his physiological needs. Therefore, this act was an immense stimulation for him.

“Hnngh… Ugh…”

Unable to push Lear away any longer, Yohan gripped his shoulders, swallowed the breath escaping through his clenched teeth, and felt the pleasure spreading through his entire body.

“Feels good?”

At Lear’s gentle voice, Yohan nodded. At that, Lear stroked even more roughly. Each time, Yohan’s penis responded faithfully, veins bulging and becoming slick with pre-cum.

Then, Lear used his thumb to scrape the bulging vein on Yohan’s fully aroused penis from bottom to top, flicked and rubbed the head, and pressed down on the urethral opening.

“Ah…!”

Yohan twisted his hips unconsciously. The movement caused his Hawaiian shirt to ride up, revealing his toned body. Lear grew even more excited at the sight of Yohan’s well-defined abs with every breath, his own hand now thoroughly slick, and the squelching sounds growing louder with Yohan’s reactions.

“Hah, ngh… Lea-Lear…”

He had no choice but to follow Lear’s lead helplessly. Yohan’s body was shaking uncontrollably, his lower half so stimulated that he felt like he was about to cum at any moment. He moaned, tilting his head back, his eyelids fluttering. Soon, Lear’s hand was filled with thick semen.

“Haaa…”

Given Yohan’s character, Lear knew he wouldn’t cheat on him with someone else, but he still felt a sense of satisfaction at the thick load filling his hand.

“Honey, you didn’t even jerk off thinking about me?”

“Wait, just a second… I, so…”

The stimulation after so long was, of course, amazing, but Yohan couldn’t just throw away the Lakers tickets he had worked so hard to get like a piece of tissue. It was a game against their rival, the Celtics, so he couldn’t miss it even more. It was a game you couldn’t get tickets for even if you had the money.

“Ahngh, wai—!”

He was worried they would blow past lunchtime and just end up collapsing in exhaustion and sleeping.

However, without giving Yohan a chance to stop him, Lear began to devour him without batting an eye. He brought his own semen-soaked hand to Yohan’s tightly clenched hole. Thick fingers forced the opening apart, entering and stimulating the inner walls, beginning to stir inside.

“Uungh, uh…”

There was so much he wanted to say, but all that came out of Yohan’s mouth were moans mixed with ragged breaths. Lear’s fingers reached deep inside his belly, spreading him open and touching sensitive spots. Each time, Yohan’s inner walls clenched tightly around Lear’s fingers.

“Ahhh, ugh… Nngh… Lear… Nnh.”

“Honey. How do you want me to do it?”

Lear, who had been leisurely exploring Yohan’s insides, ostentatiously flicked his wrist rapidly. Seeing Yohan immediately react by twisting his hips, Lear’s lips curled up slightly.

“Hmm? Yohan.”

“Hnngh… Son of a…”

Unconsciously letting a curse slip out, Yohan flinched his shoulders, but then, overcome by another wave of pre-orgasmic feeling, he grabbed Lear’s wrist. Lakers be damned, he couldn’t come twice by himself here.

“Darling?”

“Haaa… Just…”

“Hmm? What was that?”

“Put it in. Ah…”

Unable to bear the sensation any longer, Yohan ground his hips and spoke haltingly.

“The way you like it?”

It wasn’t like Lear would stop if he said no anyway, and it seemed he wouldn’t be able to do anything until he released the sensation that had already spread through his stimulated body.

Yohan nodded at Lear, who was still tormenting him in various ways, and took a deep breath. Then he let go of Lear’s arm and reached his hand into Lear’s pants.

“That’s my husband.”

Yohan pulled out Lear’s fully erect penis. He could feel Lear’s penis, hot and wet and monstrous. Admiring Lear’s mental fortitude for holding back in this state while teasing someone, Yohan grabbed the shaft with his rough hand and pulled it toward himself.

“Ha, Yohan…”

“Unnngh… Ah.”

Lear laughed at Yohan’s bold move and kissed his cheek and neck.

Yohan was annoyed. For someone who had been so eager to have sex first, Lear’s leisurely attitude was infuriating. But since he was the one who was most desperate and impatient right now, there was nothing he could do.

Yohan brought Lear’s glans to his own entrance and pressed their bodies close. It wasn’t working as well as he’d thought, so he scrunched up his face and bit his lower lip slightly.

“Ngh, I didn’t know you could be this aggressive. How does it taste?”

“Ah… just, hurry…!”

It might have been his imagination, but at Yohan’s slightly tearful-sounding voice, Lear put on a mock expression of helplessness. He couldn’t hold back any longer watching Yohan trying to force him in by moving his own body.

‘Honestly, he’s a master at driving people crazy.’

Lear licked his lips slightly, then pushed his penis in and pulled Yohan into a tight embrace. For a beta, his scent was unbelievably sweet.

Burying his nose in the crook of Yohan’s neck and inhaling, Lear released a flood of pheromones and began to move slowly. With every deep thrust into Yohan, Lear let out a hot breath at the sight of his trembling muscles and lightly bit his shoulder. He had no idea how he had managed to live apart from his husband for so long.

“Ahck, ugh… Nnngh…”

“Honey. Nngh, relax, okay?”

Lear caressed Yohan’s waist as he entered him. The instantaneous pleasure made him feel like a curse was about to escape his lips. He felt it every time, but it was fantastic every time. This was why he didn’t want to let him out of his sight. He wanted to lock him up at home and bite, suck, and fuck him all day. Of course, he held himself back because if he ever acted on those unspoken fantasies, he would have to live with his husband’s hatred for the rest of his life.

“Just, hnnn… all at, once…”

Pretending not to hear Yohan’s words, Lear did as he pleased. He wanted to feel Yohan’s insides, which yielded and clamped down with his every move, more than ever before.

“Ah, hurry… Lear…”

“Honey. If you keep saying things like that, something really big is going to happen.”

Even though Yohan was acting like he was already overwhelmed, Lear felt a brief dilemma at how unusually insistent he was being today.

Should he give him what he wants, or do as he pleases?

Lear’s deliberation didn’t last long. He still wanted to be a little more mean to Yohan. And by ‘Lear’s standards,’ he hadn’t seen Yohan for a long time, so he wanted to hold him this tightly at home and feel him a little longer.

Lear let out a hot breath and slowly parted Yohan’s warm, soft inner walls, going deeper and deeper.

“Aahh, ngh… it hurts, ah…”

Yohan’s breathing grew ragged. The thick veins that felt like they were scraping and wriggling against his inner walls, the shape, the size of the penis—he could feel it all so vividly that it felt like his organs were being pushed right up. Yohan’s eyelids fluttered as he bit his lower lip.

Lear moved slowly, observing Yohan’s expression change over and over beneath him. When he pressed gently against his prostate, Yohan’s body shivered.

“Hnngh… Ngh, ugh, ah, ngh…”

“Does it, only hurt?”

Lear felt like he could cum or do anything at that moment, but he gritted his teeth, held back, and began to torment Yohan relentlessly. Each time, he responded honestly.

‘So cute.’

Lear, who had been gradually, just a little at a time, stuffing his penis into him, exhaled. At times like this, he briefly thought of the cigarettes he had quit for Yohan, but instead, he bit his lower lip and released his pheromones. Even for a beta, the intensity was enough to make his skin tingle and his fine hairs stand on end.

“Ah, ahnngh… Lea, Lear… Haah, ngh…”

He had only just begun to thrust and stimulate him, but Yohan’s sensitized body couldn’t handle Lear. He came once more, throwing his head back and exhaling as if he were being choked.

“Haa, are you… that close to dying from pleasure?”

“Hnngh, ngh… You… haaa… you really.”

For someone scowling and getting angry, his insides were clinging on tenaciously, even spasming slightly. Lear almost came at that moment, but he held back, ran a hand up Yohan’s thigh, and then gripped his waist tightly, laughing lowly.

“Really, what?”

“Just, please… haaa…”

“Want me to hurry up?”

Lear spoke presumptuously and, before Yohan could answer, as if he had been waiting, he slammed his penis in all the way to the root.

“Ugh!”

Yohan almost lost consciousness at the sudden movement. But Lear didn’t stop, repeatedly pulling his penis, buried deep in Yohan’s belly, out to the head before thrusting it deep again.

Even so, the sensation of the overwhelming penis slipping out and plunging back in made Yohan feel like his body was being torn in two.

“A little, ahngh… wait, just… ah…”

Overwhelmed by the unbearable stimulation, Yohan instinctively twisted his hips. He grabbed Lear’s shoulders with both hands and pushed, but his body, thoroughly soaked in pleasure, was far from being able to exert any force; his hands were merely flailing in the air.

Lear watched Yohan as if observing him, then thrust his hips upward once again.

“Hnngh, ugh…!”

A few more thrusts made Yohan feel like he was going to gag. It was a movement that wouldn’t have been strange if his body had collapsed right then and there.

“Ugh, unngh!”

Thud, thud. Lear’s heavy thrusts kept pushing Yohan’s body upward.

“I think, I’m gonna come… Ah!”

“Just, hold on a little. Okay?”

Lear tightened his grip on Yohan, who was perched precariously on the edge of the sofa, and pulled him in, ramming into him indiscriminately.

At this point, Yohan couldn’t tell which part felt better. Everywhere Lear’s penis passed felt like it was being seared in a pit of fire. His inner walls felt completely crushed, and his insides, stretched to their absolute limit without a single fold, felt like they were not just tearing but burning up and melting away.

“Ahck, ngh… ah, hnnk… ugh…”

“Haaa, Yohan.”

The two pressed their skin together and held each other in a tight embrace. Having cum deep inside Yohan, Lear thought ‘oops,’ but then wondered if it wouldn’t be okay to use this as an excuse to go a few more rounds.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

As Lear held Yohan and lifted his body, he answered his panicked words not with a reply, but by pressing his lips all over his face several times and asking.

“Honey, how many days of vacation did you say you had?”

“Haaa… That’s enough for today. No more. Tomorrow, let’s do it tomorrow.”

For now, Yohan threw out an answer that didn’t match Lear’s question. At the sight of Yohan abruptly saying no when they were finally holding each other and talking like this, Lear became sullen again.

“What on earth do you mean, no?”

“Right now… Nngh!”

“I almost… haaa… knotted. I barely held back.”

Before Yohan could say anything, Lear pulled out from the man he was holding and turned his body. As Lear’s penis withdrew, the semen that had filled Yohan’s insides trickled out and ran down his thighs.

Lear grabbed Yohan’s waist, gathered the trickling semen with the tip of his penis, and thrust it back into his hole.

“Aack.”

As if it had been waiting, Yohan’s insides, which had become incredibly soft from holding him just a moment ago, wrapped tightly around Lear’s penis.

‘This is why I’m crazy about you.’

Lear gave Yohan’s butt a smack with his hand, gripped it tightly, then started thrusting his hips, pounding into him. Unable to withstand Lear’s relentless movements, Yohan let out a stream of moans, his body collapsing onto the sofa, completely unable to support itself.

“Wait, ah…!”

Despite Yohan’s pleas, Lear didn’t stop, thrusting in and out rapidly. The alpha’s penis, so erect with bulging veins that it wouldn’t be strange if it knotted at any moment, forcibly spread Yohan’s narrow insides and moved in and out wildly.

Thwack, thwack. The blunt sound of his hips and testicles colliding and the shaft’s rapid in-and-out motion creating friction with the inner walls grew louder. Yohan flailed his feet as his body kept collapsing.

“Aahh, ugh… it, hurts… Ah!”

Unable to even form proper words, Yohan could only feel Lear ramming into his insides. The fierce love his husband was giving him was painful and overwhelming, but the pleasure he felt beyond that turned Yohan’s vision completely white.

“Hnnn, ngh… Uuugh, uh…”

He truly wondered if his head wouldn’t break from this. It felt like his insides were not just being twisted, but completely opened up and thoroughly ravaged. Yohan followed his instincts, accepting Lear’s movements, then saw his husband grab his hand and fiddle with the ring on his left fourth finger, and thought, ‘what the hell, it doesn’t matter.’

‘Lear likes it this much… No, but the Lakers game…! It’s a rivalry game!’

Yohan turned his head slightly to look at Lear. At that, Lear gave him a kiss as if he was the most lovable thing in the world, then thrust his hips upward, putting his weight into it. In that instant, Lear’s penis didn’t just press on his prostate but pierced all the way to his colon, and Yohan’s body completely fell apart.

“Ugh!”

“Honey, fuck. Should I go to the hospital and get my vasectomy reversed? If we do it like crazy, we’ll get pregnant eventually, right?”

“Aahh, uh… Nngh… Uuugh, uh…”

Lear’s nonsense no longer registered in his ears. The stream of useless words that followed was the same.

“If we’re going to have one, I hope it’s a kid that looks like you. Nngh, if it’s a kid that looks like me… haaa… when the kid starts talking… hnngh, let’s get a tutor… haaa… and when they turn ten, let’s send them to boarding school. How about it?”

“I c-can’t… Aahh, ngh… I don’t want to, uugh…”

His vision went from dark to seeing flashes of light. Wondering if he was really going to die like this, Yohan shook his head back and forth, feeling the weight of Lear pressing down on him. But his selfish husband hugged him, caressed his firm chest, and said.

“You don’t want to? Well, I don’t really want to either. Nngh, living just the two of us like this forever… like we’re on a honeymoon, haaa… I like that more.”

Seeing Lear spouting impossible nonsense and getting on his nerves, Yohan decided he’d had enough and threw out a word.

“Darling.”

As Yohan tossed out the word Lear so longed to hear, he stopped moving.

“Honey, what did you just…?”

It was embarrassing, but he had done it in the hope that Lear would finish quickly. However, Yohan was startled to feel Lear’s penis swelling even larger inside him.

“Ah, seriously. Unngh, you! You’re supposed to cum, why, why is it getting bigger?”

“This is because you called me darling. It’s not my fault.”

“What does that… Nngh! Uuugh, ugh…”

Lear sank his teeth into Yohan’s shoulder, held his body even tighter, and pressed down hard on his protruding lower abdomen with his palm.

“I told you, hnngh, that I was barely holding back.”

“But, knotting… ah, you can’t… aahh…”

Far from struggling, Yohan, frozen stiff with shock, felt a wave of nausea as Lear’s penis erected its barbs inside him, bit down on his inner walls, and swelled even larger.

“Urp, ugh… crazy… hnnk, ugh…”

“Ha, sorry. Honey.”

Feeling wronged by his situation in so many ways, Yohan felt like tears were about to spring from his eyes. Amidst it all, seeing Lear earnestly apologizing while steadily cumming deep inside him, Yohan was left speechless.

“Hnnn, ugh… Nngh.”

However, Lear felt just as wronged. If his lovely husband suddenly said something he rarely ever said like that, even a stone Buddha would inevitably crumble.

“I won’t let you, get… aahh…”

“Okay, honey. Haaa… I’m sorry. Really.”

Lear kissed the back of Yohan’s head several times and whispered in a sweet voice, then took a firm hold of his penis and began to stroke him.

“Fuck, hnnk… stop… ah…”

In that moment, while curses escaped his lips, Yohan’s mind went completely white from the stimulation of Lear’s penis filling his insides and his own being gripped by that large hand. He truly felt like he had become a host for a dick.

Judging by his physical condition, he wanted to take a painkiller and rest at home, but Yohan couldn’t bear to waste the Lakers tickets he had worked so hard to get, so he desperately got a grip and went to see the game. Thinking about it now, maybe he should have asked Lear to get him VIP seats by the baseline.

Glancing at the driving Lear with an anxious face, Yohan felt a surge of irritation and furrowed his brow. The more he thought about it, the more things there were to get angry about.

“Honey, is there something on my face?”

“Yeah.”

“My handsomeness?”

“No, my spit landed there.”

“…”

“My fury.”

“…Sorry.”

“If we’re late for the game, we’re sleeping in separate rooms starting tonight.”

Lear almost slammed on the brakes.

“H-honey! No matter what, separate rooms is a bit much.”

“Says who?”

“No, I mean. What I mean is—”

Before Lear could spout any more nonsense, Yohan smacked his thigh. At that, Lear put on a tearful face and said.

“Ugh, honey. I know you’re mad, but still. How could you hit me there?”

When Yohan gave him a fed-up look, Lear sighed deeply.

“Did you do that knowing I arrange it differently depending on my mood?”

“I really… don’t know what to say.”

“In times like this, you should say, ‘I’m sorry, darling.'”

“Are you crazy?”

“No, if you hit it like that and something goes wrong, you’ll be more disappointed than I will.”

That was true. Yohan was annoyed by Lear’s brazenness, but he was doubly annoyed because, in the midst of it, he was making a strange amount of sense.

“What are you talking about?”

“Advice for your happy sex life?”

“Give that kind of advice to Hustler1) or something.”

And so, the two of them arrived just in the nick of time. Yohan was still limping from the discomfort in his body, but he didn’t stop walking, determined to see the game.

Looking at his husband’s back, Lear felt a pang of pity and briefly considered whether he should grab the cushion Yohan had detested before getting out of the car.

However, it was one thing to practically announce to the whole neighborhood, ‘We just had some pretty intense sex,’ and if he actually placed a cushion under Yohan’s butt, he might really be banished to a separate room, so Lear held himself back.

‘If he’s really struggling, I’ll just have him sit on my lap.’

Lear cleared his throat once and quickly ran to Yohan’s side, placing a hand on his waist.

“What is it.”

At his husband’s icy gaze, Lear put on the most pathetic face he could muster.

“Honey. If you look at me like that, people will get the wrong idea. They’ll think there’s trouble in our marriage.”

“We’re not celebrities. No one cares, you know?”

Yohan swatted Lear’s hand away. At that, Lear pouted slightly and grabbed Yohan’s hand tightly.

“I’m sorry. Really. You know it’s because I love you so much.”

“You say that…”

“I can’t control myself in front of you.”

“…”

“I’m an animal. An animal, trash, an idiot, a pervert who only knows you—”

Listening to Lear, Yohan cut him off.

“Hey, then what does that make me for marrying an animal, trash, an idiot, and a pervert?”

Lear kissed the back of Yohan’s hand with loud “smack smack” sounds and pressed closer to him.

“Honey, you know I’m totally reflecting on my actions, right?”

“I get it, so back off a little. It’s hot.”

“How could you say that… when the wind is blowing like this. Instead of that, if there’s anything you want, anything you want to do, just tell me. The Lakers? Or should I look into the NFL? Your favorite team is the Rams2), right?”

Lear was the kind of man who would buy an entire NBA or NFL franchise and give it to him if he had to, but Yohan felt like this would never end if he let it continue, so he clicked his tongue and snapped.

“Cut the bullshit and go buy me a hot dog.”

“Anything else?”

“Don’t do anything stupid, just go buy it quietly. I’ll go to our seats first.”

At Yohan’s words, Lear gave a military salute and a wink, then headed toward the concession stand. Watching him, Yohan shook his head and went to sit down first.

‘I almost missed it.’

The game started as soon as his butt hit the chair. The original plan was a basketball date with Lear, but that didn’t matter anymore. He had been overworked by Lear at home, and his plans were ruined.

Yohan decided to just enjoy the basketball game. The game, which he hadn’t seen in a long time, was enough to make his heart pound. And it was a rivalry game, no less.

“Having fun?”

“Ha, fuck. You scared me.”

Yohan swore at the sight of Lear suddenly shoving a hot dog in his face.

“I heard Timothée Chalamet is here too, did you see him?”

“Huh? Uh, yeah. He was cute.”

Lear felt sullen at Yohan’s half-hearted reply as he turned his head back toward the court.

“Cuter than me?”

“Ugh… give it a rest, Mister.”

“It makes this Mister sad when you say that.”

“What are you talking about.”

Yohan shook his head, then took the hot dog and bit into it. As onions clumsily fell out, Lear clicked his tongue, then wiped around Yohan’s mouth and the fallen bits on his pants with a napkin, saying.

“What would you do without this Mister, student.”

“Getting cocky?”

Only then did Yohan turn his head to look at Lear. Lear gave him a beautiful, pointed smile.

“Finally looking at me properly.”

“Right now, I need to be watching that game, not you. Do you have any idea how important today’s game is?”

“I guess so, seeing as my honey is as excited as he was earlier.”

Lear, who wasn’t particularly interested in sports, let alone basketball, gently brushed Yohan’s bangs aside as he spoke. At that, Yohan covered his mouth slightly with his fist and cleared his throat.

“Even if you look at me like that, I’m going to watch this game to the very end today.”

“Okay. Do whatever you want. I’ve finished my business for the day too. I’m in full reflection mode right now.”

Yohan shook his head and gave Lear a light nudge with his elbow. Then, as he was eating his hot dog again, he hurled a curse at the referee who called a foul.

‘I don’t get why he’s getting that angry.’

Lear sat there alone, looking blank, with an expression of incomprehension. Honestly, he would rather be at home playing house with Yohan than pouring out his emotions here. But what could he do when the husband he loved most in the world was enjoying himself so much? Lear thought, ‘so be it,’ and was watching the game intently beside Yohan when it happened.

“Lear.”

“Yes, my prince.”

“Can you go get me a drink?”

Yohan stuck his hand in his pocket and handed Lear a few crumpled bills. For a moment, Lear felt like he had gone back to the time before he and Yohan were dating.

“Darling, you’re not just sending me on errands because I’m a bother, are you?”

“Of course not.”

Lear sighed softly at Yohan, who spoke without even making eye contact. His husband was cute when he was focused on something, but he wished he would focus on him a little more than on the basketball.

“Get me any kind of soda.”

When Lear squeezed his thigh, Yohan spoke a little more firmly.

“Hurry up.”

Lear had no choice but to get up from his seat to buy a drink for his thirsty husband.

‘Did he pick seats by the aisle for this reason?’

Even as he walked toward the concession stand, Lear turned his head to look back at Yohan one more time. He had a nagging feeling about something, but for now, Lear decided he had to get the drink quickly and moved on.

‘Yohan is so engrossed in the game he won’t even look at his husband’s face, so what are these people doing near the concession stand instead of watching the game?’

Lear let out a deep sigh as he looked at the long line. He considered slipping some money to the person at the front, but with so many people, that didn’t seem easy either.

‘This is driving me crazy.’

With a deep sigh, Lear ran a hand through his hair and got in line. He was on his way back to his seat after buying the Sprite that Yohan liked.

“Crazy…”

The Kiss Cam had landed on Yohan and a blonde woman sitting next to him. The eyes of the people watching the jumbotron were filled with excitement. They started whistling with their fingers or chanting “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Thinking that the people who saw them as a couple when they were sitting so awkwardly must have strange eyes, Yohan looked at the woman with an apologetic expression.

The beta woman, who looked to be in her mid-twenties at most, looked into Yohan’s eyes and said coolly, “Let’s just do it, shall we?” as if it were nothing.

“No, I mean… I’m…”

Are all kids these days like this? No matter how progressive the area was, this was a bit… much, wasn’t it? Yohan froze, not knowing what to say.

“People are expecting it.”

The woman moved closer and closer to Yohan. Yohan leaned back, unable to hide his bewilderment. Of course, if this had been before he met Lear, he would have thought of it as an opportunity, but not now. He was a married man, and Lear, who had gone on an errand, would be back soon.

“W-wait!”

“What is it?”

Yohan urgently raised his left hand to show his ring, then was about to immediately make an X sign. But suddenly, a rough hand grabbed him from behind, and Yohan froze solid.

“Mmph!”

It was Lear. Even though he couldn’t see his face properly, Yohan knew instantly that his husband had pounced on him.

“Mmmph!”

Yohan’s eyes widened, and he lightly pinched his husband’s back to tell him to stop the French kiss in the middle of the basketball arena, but the more he did, the more obsessively Lear kissed him.

‘It’s strange, I feel like I’ve gotten more popular since getting married.’

Was it because of the relaxed aura Yohan exuded after becoming a married man, or was it because he had become even more beautiful from receiving his love? He didn’t know the exact reason, but Lear felt a little jealous.

‘Why does he have to be so damn handsome and make people tired, even when he’s wearing a stupid Hawaiian shirt?’