JD 71

Muheon’s lips, which had been nibbling around Hakyung’s ear for a while, slowly trailed downward. He tenderly licked the delicate nape of his neck, slim enough to fit in one hand.

Maybe because Hakyung’s body naturally ran cold, every time Muheon’s tongue touched him, he’d flinch—a reaction that was both pitiful and endearing. Muheon licked him with even more care, continuing until Hakyung no longer jolted at the sensation or temperature of his tongue.

“Ah…!”

“How are you this pretty? Look—right here, it’s the same color as your hair.”

Muheon let out a quiet laugh as he admired the mark he’d left behind. There was no mirror in sight, so there was no way Hakyung could actually see it on his neck—but even in his dazed state, he scoffed lightly.

Come to think of it, the boss never seemed all that rational when it was just the two of them. Not that Hakyung was any better—anything that had to do with the boss always made his emotions overpower logic.

Still, seeing that proud look on Muheon’s face brought Hakyung joy, and he tapped the back of Muheon’s thigh with his heel. With his hands restrained, it was the best praise he could give.

“Boss, now, um, please suck my nipples.”

“Mm.”

“Don’t just answer…!”

Hakyung, his heart pounding since earlier, pushed out his ticklish chest. He’d been told to stay still, so he lay there obediently, only moving his lips in a silent pout.

Despite the bold demand from the river dolphin, Muheon nodded without the slightest sign of annoyance.

He sucked on the round, cute nipples and with his hand, he touched Hakyung’s cock. Before long, it was standing up, looking irresistibly cute.

Even though he whined and said he couldn’t take it anymore, he stood up straight as soon as Muheon touched him. He stroked the tip of his glans with his thumb, and as his fingers moved, Hakyung’s voice changed pitch accordingly.

Muheon sped up his hand, using Hakyung’s moans as a song.

“Does it hurt?”

Muheon gently stroked Hakyung’s wrist, which was held in his hand, and asked. Hakyung shook his head, wiggling his fingers to tickle Muheon’s hand.

Although he grabbed his wrist, his grip was weak, and it didn’t hurt or sting. Rather than his wrist hurting, his shoulder ached from holding his arm up like that.

Still, when else would he ever get to make the boss move using only his mouth? Thinking it was all in good fun, Hakyung puckered his lips until his cheeks puffed out.

“I’m fine. Mm—but how long are we going to stay like this?”

“Hmm… how long should we…?”

Muheon wore a mischievous smile and gave no clear answer, simply continuing what he was doing. Because of that, Hakyung couldn’t even mention that his shoulder was starting to hurt and just had to squirm beneath him.

Well, as long as it didn’t pop out of its socket, a little muscle ache wasn’t the end of the world. Hakyung had already bounced back to his usual resilient self.

Chuup, chup.

The sound was wet and sticky against his chest, from how long Muheon had been attached to it. Staring up at the boss’s beautifully textured hair filling his entire view, Hakyung let out a soft groan.

It hadn’t been long since he’d said he was fine, but now he found himself wanting to reach up and touch that pretty hair. Hakyung glared at the crown of Muheon’s head with burning desire.

If Muheon had a blowhole like a river dolphin, it would’ve been twitching under that intense gaze.

Of course, being an imoogi and not a river dolphin, Muheon didn’t notice a thing.

“Mm… mngh!”

As Muheon’s hand slid broadly down the length of the pillar, Hakyung trembled and let out a long moan.

If he was stroking down like this, he’d probably touch his balls next.

The time he’d spent with Muheon had definitely improved Hakyung’s learning curve.

As Hakyung expected, Muheon carefully stroked his penis and then cupped the small testicles in his palm. The cool sensation spreading below made Hakyung’s asscheeks tense up.

“Hmph……!”

Every time he looked at it, he was amazed by his ass. Mu Heon extended his fingers and kneaded his buttocks, and the stiff muscles loosened under his touch and quickly softened.

The soft, plump cheeks, like beautiful rice cakes, bore Muheon’s fingerprints. No matter how much he tried to relax, every time he saw those white cheeks, he couldn’t help but leave fingerprints, and his strength naturally increased.

Even though he already knew that, Hakyung chuckled softly, bouncing on Muheon’s palm.

The sound of sniffling and laughter came all at once, and Muheon raised his gaze.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Heh, the boss always makes this face every time he sees my butt.”

“Me?”

“Hm!”

Hakyung nodded and told Muheon to finish what he was doing and gave his thigh a light kick with his heel.

A sigh-like laugh escaped Muheon’s lips upon hearing Hakyung’s words. Just as Hakyung had become accustomed to him, he too had become accustomed to his touch, to his body.

But that fact didn’t make him feel embarrassed or uncomfortable. The idea that Kang Hakyung was in his subconscious made him feel happy and amazed. Feeling even better, Muheon leaned forward and kissed his beautiful husband.

Their lips exchanged a sweet and tender kiss, but his hand below relentlessly tormented Hakyung’s waist and hips.

“Ah, ugh! Boss, ugh…!”

Hakyung looked over at Muheon, thinking that if he was uncomfortable in this position, wouldn’t the boss be really uncomfortable too? Hakyung looked at Muheon, and soon realized that he shouldn’t worried about him.

His arms and legs were so long and stretched out that he didn’t seem the least bit uncomfortable in this situation. He should have been more concerned about his shoulders.

Muheon finally released his arm only after kissing Hakyung’s lips a few more times. When the weak grip on his wrist loosened, Hakyung cautiously lowered his arm.

His forearm muscles throbbed, but it wasn’t to the point of grimacing.

“Boss, can I move around freely now?”

“Um, have you regained some strength now?”

“I have, look at my dick!”

Hakyung snapped his waist, and the penis hanging in the centre swayed back and forth, greeting Muheon.

Muheon burst into laughter before he could stop himself, pulling Hakyung into a tight hug and rolling them once across the bed. Caught off guard, Hakyung blinked up at him in surprise—then let out a small laugh, following his boss’s lead.

Surely Muheon only did cute things like this because he loved him so much!

Hakyung reached out excitedly to ruffle the black hair he hadn’t gotten to touch earlier. He also didn’t forget to wrap his legs around Muheon’s waist, clinging to him like a cicada on an old tree.

Muheon lifted him up lightly and rolled them over once more. Even the messy hair that now resembled a bird’s nest somehow looked good, and Hakyung found himself falling for Muheon all over again.

“Still, stay still for now. This time, I’ll do everything.”

“Okay!”

Though he had his energy back, the river dolphin relaxed completely just as his partner asked. Then, suddenly lifting his head, he offered a suggestion.

“Do you want me to stroke your dicks too?”

Hakyung wiggled his fingers and smacked his lips.

It wasn’t like Muheon’s was especially cute-looking like his own, nor was the number unusual—so why did he always get the overwhelming urge to touch it?

Muheon couldn’t quite understand Hakyung’s unique preferences, but if he wanted to touch it, he wasn’t going to stop him.

Muheon guided the small hand to his crotch. “Haa,” Hakyung gasped, and Muheon, pleased, stroked his cock using Hakyung’s hand.

Seeing it get hard so easily even without any skill, he was confused whether Kang Hakyung was naturally gifted or if his cock was just too sensitive. It’s probably the latter.

Whenever he stood in front of Kang Hakyung, Lee Muheon was too soft, too easy.

It was a relief that Hakyung cherished him—if he’d ever had bad intentions, Muheon might’ve ended up like certain other imugis, robbed of everything and left with nothing but a dream turned to foam.

It was only natural that deep gratitude and affection would well up for the one he’d chosen—and the one who had chosen him in return.

“Oh wow, it’s so… hard. Our boss must’ve worked so hard to save this up, huh?”

“…What?”

“Wait… don’t tell me—you didn’t save it? You used it carelessly?!”

Excitedly touching Muheon’s dicks, Hakyung got angry again. Why is he getting mad first when I haven’t even answered yet…? But it was okay because he was cute.

Muheon, explaining that he hadn’t used them carelessly and had saved them just for this, buried his nose into Hakyung’s now soft and fluffy hair. The blowhole hidden at the crown of Hakyung’s head flared in protest, huffing visibly at Muheon.

Even the blowhole was throwing a cute little tantrum. Muheon carefully shielded it with his palm so it wouldn’t get hurt, then leaned down and gently bit into Hakyung’s adorable head.

“Ack! First it was my forehead—are you really a puppy or something?!”

Startled by the unexpected bite, Hakyung yelped. Muheon let out a small laugh at his dramatic reaction.

Even the moment to pause and catch his breath before going further felt ridiculously sweet.