RACA 61

Why does everything always turn out this way whenever he’s with Pyo Jaebeom?

“Ah, hmm, hmm.”

Eunsol thought, barely suppressing the moan escaping his lips. But when the sounds he couldn’t fully hold back slipped out, his eyelids fluttered nervously in embarrassment.

How could he not react?

“Can you focus?”

As if sensing Eunsol was lost in thought, Pyo Jaebeom tightened his grip on his hand.

“Ah…”

As his excited center was stroked, a gasp escaped Eunsol’s lips. He quickly bit his lip, but his flushed earlobes betrayed his embarrassment.

“Let go, ah… ah!”

“You know it’s useless to say that now, right?”

Long fingers traced the erect shaft. Eunsol couldn’t even protest, just twisted his waist. Even clenching his molars didn’t quell the ignited excitement. The problem was his pheromones kept overwhelming his senses.

Unlike Eunsol, who was at a loss, Pyo Jaebeom was skilled. He grasped the hard flesh, gently rubbing it up and down, occasionally rubbing the tip of the glans.

“Ah, ah!”

Eunsol clenched his jaw, his lips trembling. Being touched by another’s hand made a wave of excitement surge through him.

Whether Pyo Jaebeom noticed this or not, his hand moved faster, stroking the pillar.

“Huh, ah, ah, ah! No, ahh, no……”

Unable even to properly say the word “no,” Eunsol shook his head and let out moans. His limbs betrayed his will, trembling.

A thin, viscous fluid seeped from the tip of his penis, trickling down and onto Pyo Jaebeom’s hand.

“Hah!”

As Pyo Jaebeom held his penis tightly, Eunsol reached his peak. Everything before his eyes turned white, then slowly faded to a gray.

It felt as if something filling his body had been flung outward. Thick semen poured out not just once, but a couple more times.

It soaked Byeon Jaebeom’s fingers and wrist, but neither Byeon Jaebeom nor Eunsol paid it much mind.

To be precise, it was more accurate to say they simply didn’t have the time to worry about it.

“Haah, haah, haah.”

Eunsol’s chest heaved, swelling and deflating with each ragged breath. His limp legs lay sprawled out haphazardly.

“Eunsol-ssi, are you satisfied?”

“Ah….”

Only upon hearing the question tinged with laughter did Eunsol realize his situation and widen his eyes. His flustered gaze wandered between his own glistening core and Pyo Jaebeom, who still hadn’t retreated from there.

“Uh, uh, no, this is…”

“Are you calmer now?”

Unlike Eunsol, who stammered and couldn’t even speak properly, Pyo Jaebeom calmly withdrew his hand and pulled a tissue from the box beside him to wipe his damp hand.

A faint, bitter smell seemed to linger, but the fresh, sweet scent of strawberries overpowered it.

It was like strawberries preserved in honey.

Perhaps that’s why his sexual desire, like an appetite, suddenly surged up.

“Haah, haah, haah…”

And with his breath coming out so sweet like that, even Pyo Jaebeom felt a little shaken.

“Yes, I’m fine.”

Though he said that, he stared down at his flushed face, the excitement still not faded.

It was still a pity to leave it at that.

“So this time, can I get some compensation?”

“Huh?”

For a moment, Pyo Jaebeom thought the dazed face looking up as if to say, “What?” was cute. He cupped the small head in his palm and pulled it closer.

Their lips met in an instant. A tongue slipped into the gap left by surprise, swirling through Eunsol’s heated mouth.

“Mmm, mmm!”

Startled by the sudden kiss, Eunsol blinked rapidly. He fidgeted on his knees, both hands holding Pyo Jaebeom’s shoulders.

It was unclear whether he was trying to escape or cling to him. Because of that, Pyo Jaebeom decided to interpret it however he pleased.

Pyo Jaebeom’s tongue snatched at Eunsol’s flesh, rolling it around and sucking it in. He rubbed it until his lips tingled, nibbling and biting gently. Then, he grabbed hold of Eunsol’s again and began to shake it.

“Mm, uh-huh, mmm, uhh!”

With his mouth blocked, Eunsol could only manage a muffled moan. Even that didn’t sound like a protest; it sounded more like a plea for more.

“Haah, haa, haa, haa.”

When their lips finally parted, Eunsol’s chest heaved as he tried to steady his breath, which had been held all this time. Seeing how completely damp he was below, it seemed he had come again in the meantime.

“Eunsol-ssi, your body is incredibly honest.”

There was no need to remind him. He didn’t even know his own body was this weak to carnal desire. Eunsol couldn’t bring himself to look at Pyo Jaebeom anymore and lowered his gaze. But he couldn’t hide his shock at the sight before him.

“Ah…”

Even through his clothes, Pyo Jaebeom’s bulge proudly asserted its presence.

“Uh, uh.”

“You don’t need to worry about this.”

He seemed to have noticed what Eunsol had discovered and said it casually, as if it were no big deal.

“Shall we stop here?”

The physical intimacy up until now had been for Eunsol. The kiss had been his own desire, but he couldn’t push someone still in the early stages of pregnancy any further.

Pyo Jaebeom wiped his damp hands on a tissue once more and tried to sit up. But before he could rise, he paused at the grip on his index finger. Wondering what was happening, he followed the gaze to see Eunsol, his face still flushed, holding him.

“What do you plan to do if you just leave like that?”

“…Figure it out yourself?”

There was no need to explain in detail. This much would suffice for him to understand. Eunsol, who had been fidgeting with his ears, perhaps embarrassed, let his gaze drift toward him.

Seeing his trembling pupils, Pyo Jaebeom couldn’t help but feel pure admiration. It was simply amazing how he could see every single thought he was having.

“I’ll do it for you.”

Seeing how he averted his eyes while determined to figure it out somehow, Pyo Jaebeom couldn’t hold back any longer and let out a soft chuckle. If it had been before, he would have definitely said he looked just like his own cat.

But now, he could only think it was just like Lee Eunsol.

“You can’t just touch it, but is that okay?”

“Huh?”

It probably wasn’t because he didn’t understand. That’s why his pupils were darting around like that. Pyo Jaebeom decided to use a kinder but more explicit word.

“I need at least oral stimulation to get there. Can you handle that?”

“I’m sorry…”

Eunsol quickly changed his stance. Pyo Jaebeom finally laughed out loud. He really was an amusing creature. How could his expressions and gaze change so quickly?

That’s why he wanted to poke him and gauge his reaction.

“Right. I figured as much. So let’s call it a day here.”

With an attitude that suggested he hadn’t expected anything anyway, Jaebeom brushed off his seat and stood up. Eunsol quietly folded his now-empty fingers.

“Rest.”

Watching Pyo Jaebeom walk away, Eunsol abruptly dropped his head. Having climaxed twice in a row left his body feeling limp.

His face felt flushed, and the heat radiating through his body wasn’t solely from what had just happened. Even though he was weak with a cold, he’d come like that…

The situation wasn’t exactly conducive to lying down right now.

“… I’m going crazy.”

Eunsol stared at his still-damp lower body, then squeezed his eyes shut before opening them again. He roughly rubbed his face with both hands and frantically pulled tissues from the box to wipe away any traces.

He wiped around his genitals with tissue, then sighed once more. After enduring that ordeal, he felt unable to move.

Eunsol tossed the tissue into the trash can and flopped his head onto the pillow. It would be so nice to just fall asleep like this, but strangely, his mind only grew clearer.

“What the hell were you thinking, getting all worked up there like that?”

The incident with Pyo Jaebeom from earlier came back into his mind, making him even more furious and ready to jump out of his skin. Eunsol closed his eyes, trying desperately to fall asleep.

Perhaps it was the result of his effort or not, his consciousness soon dropped below the surface of sleep.

Not long after Eunsol had barely fallen asleep, the door opened quietly. Pyo Jaebeom observed the figure lying on the bed for a moment.

The pheromones lingering in the air had faded, and his breathing was calm. Seeing no sign he would wake, he finally moved slowly.

Like a big cat, he approached softly, lifted the blanket covering Eunsol, and gently replaced it with a fresh one.

“Sleep well.”

With a faint smile, Pyo Jaebeom finally seemed satisfied and stepped back. Where he had stood, the sweet, tangy scent of white sandalwood lingered.