JD 129

Even in his dazed state, Hakyung noticed the change in Muheon and lifted the corners of his lips. The scales were a perfect indicator of Muheon’s arousal and satisfaction.

Hakyung kissed his shoulder with soft, smacking sounds, and in return, Muheon pressed his lips to Hakyung’s hair.

“Haah—! Ngh!”

As his sensitive spot was continually stimulated, Hakyung came again. This time, it was so intense his entire body trembled, not just his thighs. At the same time, his inner walls clenched tightly around Muheon’s cock.

Muheon, who had been holding back his climax until now, finally reached his peak.

Letting out a choked moan, Muheon laid Hakyung down and collapsed on top of him. Caught beneath his large frame, Hakyung let out a short yelp, but Muheon only pulled him into a tight embrace.

Hakyung, too exhausted to push Muheon away, lifted his trembling arms and returned the hug.

For a while, they lay there, enjoying each other’s breathing in the post-climax haze, until Muheon finally lifted his upper body.

“You were amazing again today.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Yeah, it was incredible. My husband is the best.”

Hakyung let out a breathy, worn-out laugh and reached down to tap Muheon’s firm butt. It was far sturdier than his own.

Receiving praise from his much younger husband, Muheon let out a small laugh. Encouraged by his not-so-unpleasant reaction, Hakyung began to squeeze and knead his ass more deliberately.

It wasn’t particularly soft, there wasn’t much to grab, but it still felt good in its own way.

As Hakyung started properly fondling his ass, Muheon let out a small moan.

“Ngh…!”

Their eyes met, Hakyung’s round with surprise, Muheon’s cheeks faintly flushed. Hazy from multiple orgasms, Hakyung’s eyes now gleamed with mischief, while Muheon frowned in mild frustration.

As Muheon tried to subtly pull his hips back, Hakyung blocked him with his heel. Just like that, their positions reversed, Muheon was now the one trapped. His frown deepened.

“Our husband makes such pretty sounds, too, doesn’t he?”

With a playful grin, Hakyung pressed his fingers all over Muheon’s butt.

Every reaction was fresh and adorable. Whether Muheon moaned or held it in, it was delightful either way. Just seeing his face made Hakyung feel full and satisfied.

How long had he been enjoying the feel of Muheon’s ass like that? There was one thing Hakyung had forgotten: Muheon’s cock was still buried inside him.

Stimulated by Hakyung’s playful touches, Muheon’s shaft began to swell again, pressing harder against his inner walls.

At first, Muheon had looked flustered by the teasing, but he, too, started enjoying the soft palms kneading him.

“Ah, hey—! Aren’t you going to pull out?!”

“Nope. Isn’t this exactly what you were aiming for when you started squeezing me?”

“As if!”

Hakyung made a face of pure injustice, but Muheon’s eyes were already clouded with arousal. Sensing danger, Hakyung hurriedly pulled his hands away, but it was too late.

Muheon’s cock was already pressing against all his most sensitive spots, again and again.

Because of that reckless teasing, Hakyung ended up taking Muheon several more times through the night. By the time dawn broke, he was nodding off, dozing in and out of sleep.

Eventually, Muheon had to carry his husband, now fully asleep on his shoulder, into the bathroom.

Even as he did so, he couldn’t bring himself to pull out. He felt like a terrible man for it, but… wasn’t this only natural for newlyweds? That was how he justified it.

After drawing a warm bath, Muheon climbed in while still holding Hakyung close.

The heat was unpleasant on Hakyung’s chilled skin, and his body instinctively recoiled. But after how tense and overstimulated he’d been, he needed to soak for a while to fully relax.

As the bathwater gently rippled, Hakyung’s closed eyelids fluttered open.

Lifting his face from Muheon’s shoulder, he glanced around, realized they were in the bathroom, and chuckled softly.

“Are we done?”

“Someone fell asleep, so no, we’re not.”

“What is that even supposed to mean… when you’re still inside me.”

Hakyung pouted, his lips swollen from all the kissing. He reached back to feel between his cheeks. Just grazing the area sent shivers down his spine, it had clearly been too much.

Sensing it was time to stop, Muheon took Hakyung’s hand and kissed it gently.

“If you keep touching yourself, you won’t be able to leave here in one piece.”

“Ah—ugh…! I-I’ll behave! Let’s get out, quick!”

Hakyung, face burning red, squirmed his hips. Afraid he’d get hard again at this rate, Muheon decided to stop teasing him.

He slid his hands under Hakyung’s armpits and slowly lifted him. As he did, Hakyung’s inner walls clung to his cock, reluctant to let it go. That pressure made Muheon reluctant to pull out, too.

When he finally did, thick white cum spilled out of the loosened hole and dribbled into the water, which gradually turned cloudy.

Hakyung wiggled his toes at the sight, his heart thumping for no reason. He hadn’t done anything wrong, and yet, he felt oddly guilty.

Seeing Hakyung’s gaze fixed on the milky water, Muheon leaned in and kissed his pale cheek. The smacking sound echoed in the bathroom, and Hakyung chuckled bashfully before resting his forehead on Muheon’s shoulder again.

Once things felt a little calmer, Muheon gently reached inside him with his fingers.

It was a straightforward motion, meant to clear out what was left. Hakyung occasionally let out a soft moan, but he didn’t respond sexually anymore. He knew if they went any further, he’d actually break.

As Muheon continued the gentle cleanup, he suddenly cursed.

“Huh? What? What is it?”

Startled by the sudden change in tone, Hakyung snapped to attention. Muheon stroked his back in an attempt to soothe him, but his expression remained tense.

“I came inside.”

“Well, you’re… cleaning it all out now…”

“That’s not the point. I told myself to be careful. I even remembered, but—ugh.”

Muheon let out a heavy sigh and raked a hand through his hair. He was clearly spiraling.

Hakyung grabbed his cheeks and bumped their foreheads together to snap him out of it.

“Why are you blaming yourself?”

“Because it was my responsibility.”

“I should’ve been careful, too. But I forgot.”

“You weren’t in a state to remember.”

“Neither were you.”

Muheon raised an eyebrow. Hakyung’s calm, honest answers were infuriating… and too damn cute for him to argue with.

Still, as the older one, Muheon felt it was his job to be responsible. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Hakyung beat him to it.

“I was thinking about that, actually.”

“Mm?”

Caught off guard, Muheon responded without thinking.

“You said most Imugis are born from eggs, right?”

“Yeah.”

“And most Imugis end up with beastmen, but they never seem to have children. That’s true, right?”

Muheon paused, then nodded. Whether it was the East Sea upright Dok Gojin or the South Sea notorious libertine Ju Wol, neither had ever been known to have children.

According to legend, Imugis descended from the heavens and weren’t bound by the same reproductive laws as humans or beastmen… but no one really knew the truth.

“But your case is different.”

Muheon stroked Hakyung’s flat stomach, his expression troubled. Though his skin was cool to the touch, the warmth he felt inside was full of affection. Hakyung felt his heart flutter strangely.

Unable to express it, he hugged Muheon tightly with his thighs.

“Well, technically I’m a mammal and you’re a reptile… so it’d be even harder for us.”

“What even is that logic?”

Muheon let out a soft laugh at Hakyung’s deadpan reply. Classifying him as a reptile, really?

Still, he felt a little better, and Hakyung quietly exhaled in relief.

The truth was, it wasn’t that he’d forgotten about the condom… he just hadn’t wanted to use one. He thought Muheon felt the same.

Apparently not.

Feeling a bit guilty, Hakyung promised himself to be more careful next time.

“I’m going to keep going to my checkups, I’m eating all the healthy stuff, and I’m having passionate body-to-body communication with you. So what’s the problem!”

“If something happens to you, I won’t survive it.”

Even after Hakyung’s attempts to comfort him, Muheon still spoke with a wavering voice. He bowed his head, saying that nothing in the world scared him more than something happening to Hakyung.

Those broad shoulders that had always seemed so strong now looked small and vulnerable. Hakyung’s heart sank, too.