JD 112

“Hmmm…!”

Hakyung came again. Maybe the rabbit headband really had turned him into a quick-shot—he came the moment he was touched.

He felt embarrassed because he seemed to be the only one who climaxed, even though it was so good. Of course, Muheon was busy sucking up the fluid that Hakyung had spilt, saying it was good.

By now, telling him to stop just felt like a waste of breath. It seemed better to just let it go—maybe they really were a perfect match, with how much he was enjoying it.

Anyway, what mattered right now wasn’t Muheon’s preferences, but the fact that he himself had already come twice on his own. Hakyung subtly turned his head to check Muheon’s expression.

He definitely looked aroused. There was no way he’d be making such a lewd face otherwise.

Swallowing the saliva pooling in his mouth, Hakyung lifted and lowered his hips. A muffled moan brushed against his ear. Focused on watching Muheon’s reactions, Hakyung heard that sound and lifted and lowered his hips once more. Again, Muheon’s moan grew louder.

This was it! Before Muheon could grab his waist and take over, Hakyung eagerly moved up and down on his own.

His knees were stiff from squatting, but he didn’t mind. He could do this all day if his black cat liked it.

Hakyung bounced his butt on Muheon’s lap like a rabbit, the bunny ears bouncing in sync with his movements.

“Hhngh…! Nngh!”

“Ha, Hakyung…!”

Muheon’s brows drew together at the cheeky antics of the river dolphin. He’d wanted to praise him, to ask how he’d come up with such a clever idea—but even a simple word vanished from his mind.

When he moved his own waist, his inner walls contracted tightly, and honestly, Muheon was struggling to hold back from just releasing inside Hakyung.

Wanting to enjoy just a little more of Kang Hakyung, Muheon clenched his jaw tight and held on.

“Ah, not yet…?”

“Haa, what…?”

“Hngh, why aren’t you coming?”

Despite moving so hard, Hakyung looked like he was about to cry, wondering if it still wasn’t enough. After Mu-il, he’d have to take care of Mu-i too… There were so many things left to do, he might end up passing out from exhaustion again.

Rubbing Muheon’s smooth lower abdomen gently, Hakyung urged him to hurry up and come already. Even as he did, he kept bouncing up and down—he really was no different from an actual rabbit.

Of course, he wasn’t exactly in any condition down there to be thinking so calmly. Barely holding back the climax that kept building by the second, Muheon pulled out of Hakyung.

Just like when he’d entered, the sudden withdrawal made Hakyung flinch, but he quickly turned around and wrapped his arms around Muheon, facing him. He reached out and tried to insert the fully erect Mu-il into his hole, Muheon stopped him.

“Wh-why?”

A voice full of frustration immediately burst out.

“Condom.”

It wasn’t like Muheon had wanted to stop in the middle either. But since he had to keep a close eye on Hakyung’s condition, he needed to take care of it before losing control completely.

“Ah… okay.”

Understanding his words, Hakyung took it upon himself to grab a condom and put it on Mu-il. Usually when they had sex, they would get carried away and often forgot about it in the heat of the moment, but today, Muheon seemed to be paying attention.

Now that it had come to this, Hakyung figured it was better to go all the way without any worries. He checked everything more thoroughly than ever before, then grinned.

“Heh, perfect.”

Hakyung kissed the top of Muheon’s glans. It was impressive to see him still so energised. There was nothing more to worry about now. All that was left was to enjoy it to the fullest.

Hakyung moved atop Muheon like a tireless moon rabbit pounding rice cakes.¹ East Asian folklore, where a rabbit is said to live on the moon, pounding rice cakes. 

“Haah… I’m… I’m so tired…”

Hakyung leaned against Muheon’s shoulder, letting out hot, heavy breaths. He’d gotten overly worked up after seeing Muheon wearing cat ears, which was why he’d moved much rougher than usual.

Even though he knew they weren’t Muheon’s real ears, he’d played with them so fervently that the cat fur had gone sleek.

The pink rabbit ears were in even worse shape—like a plush toy mauled by a big dog, stuffing was poking out all over. That was thanks to Muheon biting them every time he got excited.

Every time Muheon thrust up hard, more stuffing popped out, making Hakyung want to laugh and cry at the same time. The tears, of course, were from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Should we go one last round…?”

Hakyung looked pitiful, drenched in sweat and completely spent—but that only turned Muheon on more.

Hakyung had been about to shake his head at Muheon’s suggestion, but instead straightened up. A night like this wouldn’t come easily again… This Muheon kitty was something special, and he had to squeeze out every last bit of it.

“Alright, hngh!”

Before the permission was even granted, Muheon pushed Hakyung back and climbed on top. Hakyung’s eyes widened in surprise at the sudden turn of events.

He savoured every part of Hakyung with elegant and swift movements, as if he were a cat or a wild beast. With the addition of black scales, it felt as if Hakyung was truly being devoured.

Why was it that this situation, strangely enough, made him even more aroused?

“Ah, ugh, ngh!”

Muheon thrust his cock into the gaping hole and his hips moved without pause. He also devoted himself to savouring Hakyung’s lips. The moans spilling from Hakyung’s lips were swallowed up by Muheon’s mouth.

The breathlessness that made it hard to endure only heightened the pleasure, driving him to the brink. Hakyung ran his hands down Muheon’s back, almost like scratching, pouring all his focus into holding him close.

In a space filled only with instinctive movements and moans, the two were entirely absorbed in each other.

When their eyes met, they blushed at the desire reflected in one another’s gaze; at one point, a lip was bitten too hard, drawing blood. Even so, Muheon and Hakyung didn’t stop exploring each other.

“Ah. Ugh…!”

Muheon ejaculated while holding him tightly. At the same time, Hakyung reached his climax for the umpteenth time.

After panting heavily for a while, Muheon pressed soft kisses to the bruises blooming across Hakyung’s collarbone and chest, gently licking over them with his tongue.

“Hh, that tickles…”

Hakyung let out a deflated chuckle, too drained to laugh properly. And yet, he didn’t stop Muheon—because in this moment, he was so overwhelmingly happy, filled with a deep sense of contentment that words couldn’t express.

Even the cat headband, which had vanished at some point, didn’t feel like a loss. No matter what, the one who was the coolest, the kindest, and the most lovable… was the West Sea Imugi.

***

After a long night spent tangled together, Hakyung was completely drained—like a soaked plush toy. Limp and boneless, he clung to Muheon as they entered the bath, where Muheon gently scrubbed him clean.

Thankfully, Muheon had done this many times before, so the act felt more routine than awkward. Still, Hakyung was so sleepy that even keeping his eyelids open was a challenge.

“Hakyung, hang in there a bit longer… You’ll catch a cold if you fall asleep like this.”

But Muheon’s soft voice whispering by his ear was the last thing Hakyung heard before sleep overtook him.

With a soft puff of air from his nose, Hakyung let out a little snore, clearly exhausted. Muheon watched him with a quiet smile. That small body had endured so much—no wonder he was spent.

Affection rose within him, along with a firm resolve: he would make sure Hakyung got stronger. The sooner he brought him back to the clinic, the better.

Now that Hakyung was deeply asleep, Muheon moved with utmost care—gently drying his hair, dressing him in soft clothes, and finally tucking him in under warm covers. The now peacefully bundled river dolphin was fast asleep by the time Muheon stepped out of the bedroom.

Dawnlight filtered through the living room window, signaling the early morning hour.

Muheon took a sip of water to ease his thirst when he sensed a presence nearby. Walking over to the front door, he opened it to find a large man bowing to him—Gi Sang-oh.

Upon seeing Muheon looking thoroughly worn out and far too relaxed, Sang-oh instinctively took a step back. He knew well that Muheon, when in this mood, could be especially reactive.

“Should I come back a little later…?” He asked cautiously.

“No need. Did you find out anything?”

Muheon’s cool reply was curt and sharp, his brows drawing together in irritation.

“Yes, sir…” Sang-oh stammered, already starting to sweat. The report Muheon had requested a few days ago was… volatile at best.

Muheon’s expression didn’t change as he waited, his silence more dangerous than any outburst. The air grew taut, heavy with tension. Gi Sang-oh knew better than to stay quiet in a moment like this.

He swallowed hard and finished his sentence.

“Kim Taeyoung really did escape…!”

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  East Asian folklore, where a rabbit is said to live on the moon, pounding rice cakes.