His mouth watered, like a beast with delicious food before it.
Whether Hakyung knew his state or not, he struggled to get the zipper down with his mouth.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh.”
The guide clearly said it was easy…
He just couldn’t understand what kind of talent one needed to be able to undress someone with their mouth.
The position was awkward, swallowing saliva was difficult, and it felt like it would drool at any moment.
“Ugh!”
At the sudden contact, Hakyung’s belly hardened.
Seeing Hakyung’s reaction, Muheon began to rub him more vigorously.
His round, small, berry-like nipples were pressed down, almost crushed, under Muheon’s fingers.
Hakyung twitched his body at the relentless touch but couldn’t move properly because of what he was holding in his mouth.
“How long do I have to wait?”
Muheon spun his finger and curved his lips.
At his question, Hakyung frowned and muttered something, but it didn’t come out as proper words.
Muheon could have leisurely enjoyed Hakyung’s new appearance.
However, his center was getting increasingly firm, threatening to become so erect that it would be hard to pull down his pants.
Muheon carefully grasped Hakyung’s chin and lifted it.
Even without starting in earnest, the river dolphin’s face was beet red.
I knew it.
It was admirable that Hakyung was so enthusiastic that blood rushed to his face, but it was also true that it was a little pitiful.
Hakyung’s small face followed Muheon’s movements.
Muheon kissed various spots on that tiny face, wiping away the drool.
Hakyung felt disappointed that what he had ambitiously prepared didn’t even succeed and he was being treated like a child.
Hakyung, resolved to undergo special training when he returned home, smiled sweetly at Muheon’s kisses.
He decided he would just do whatever his husband wanted for today.
After burying his lips in Hakyung’s face for a long time, Muheon took off his own pants and underwear.
Hakyung pouted at Muheon’s instantly naked form.
I definitely need to do that special training.
As Hakyung once again made that resolve, Muheon’s low, deep voice reached his ear.
Muheon, with furrowed brows, wrapped his arms around Hakyung’s knees.
“Look at this. I told you the floor was hard.”
He hadn’t been kneeling for very long, but the area around Hakyung’s knees was already dark red.
Hakyung looked down at his knees at Muheon’s words and was also surprised.
He knew it wasn’t a bed, but he didn’t expect his skin to be so irritated.
Even in this darkness, the difference in skin color was obvious…
Hakyung gently rubbed Muheon’s forehead, which was full of wrinkles from worrying about him.
“It’s because the floor is hard. It doesn’t hurt.”
“Still, knowing your skin is sensitive… Come here.”
Muheon quickly sat Hakyung on his thigh.
Muheon’s smooth, cool skin against his bottom felt good.
Hakyung, like a puppy who had caused trouble, slyly rubbed his bottom against Muheon’s thigh while still watching him.
His knees were his knees, but he still had to finish what he started.
Muheon, noticing the river dolphin’s cheeky trick, chuckled softly.
Of course, he also had no intention of just leaving with his half-erect cock.
However, if Hakyung lay on the floor like this, muscle soreness would be a certainty tomorrow. In that case…
Muheon, deep in thought, rubbed Hakyung’s chest and lay down in his place.
Hakyung, naturally sprawling on top of Muheon’s body, rolled his eyes.
“You’re not sleepy, are you? This sleeping bag isn’t that good…”
“Of course not. You’re lying on my cock; you know I wouldn’t be sleepy, right?”
Muheon chuckled softly in response to Hakyung’s suspicion.
At that, Hakyung subtly shifted his bottom, which was on Muheon’s stomach, onto Muheon’s “pepper.”
He felt inexplicably proud seeing it steadily increasing in size.
“Oh my, my beautiful Muilmui.”
Hakyung patted and praised the two “peppers” with his bottom instead of his hands.
Muheon’s laughter grew louder. Hakyung also felt even better at his husband’s laughter.
The river dolphin’s spirit, which had been dejected after his ambitious plan failed, was resurrected by his bottom.
“Oh, right. Then why did you lie down…?”
Hakyung asked, gently touching Muheon’s firm chest with his small hand.
Unlike his own soft chest, his husband’s hard, thick chest always felt good, clinging smoothly to his hand whenever he touched it.
He fully understood the people who discussed their ideal types on forum posts, saying “men are all about the chest.”
Hakyung focused solely on Muheon’s chest, forgetting even what he had asked.
It was pleasing that Hakyung liked his cock or chest, but he could at least look at his face.
Muheon’s self-esteem, which had never been called ugly anywhere, deflated slightly.
He felt a strange blow to his pride, as it seemed Kang Hakyung liked a completely naked Lee Muheon much more.
Muheon, with a tiny hint of mischief, thrust his hips.
At that, Hakyung’s eyes, which had been sent bouncing into the air, widened into perfect circles.
“To do this.”
“Uh, uh-huh, so…”
Hakyung, understanding why Muheon had laid down, turned red to his chest and squirmed.
“Are you worried about the bruise on my knee earlier?”
“Of course. I’m not going to ruin you just to have sex once.”
“It really didn’t hurt…”
“It hurts me to watch, so no.”
It was a firm answer.
Every time Muheon took care of him like this, Hakyung felt tingles all over his body. Not only his fontanel, but his butt also tensed up.
Hakyung, overflowing with affection for Muheon, stretched out his arms and hugged his neck tightly.
Muheon curved his lips, looking at Hakyung clinging to him like a gibbon.
His love for Hakyung, who had warmed his perpetually cool body temperature, welled up even more with each such moment.
In this way, their love for each other only grew each day, never diminishing.
***
Muheon’s long fingers delved into Hakyung’s opening.
Since it was his first time to receive him in this position from the start, Hakyung showed awkward movements.
Though Hakyung knew he needed to relax, his body remained stiff, constantly tensing up.
As Muheon’s fingers delved deeper, Hakyung’s knees also tightened around Muheon’s ribcage.
“Ugh… Th-this is weird.”
“It’s not weird. We do this all the time.”
“B-but… it feels deeper… now, ugh!”
Even with only two fingers, it felt incredibly deep.
He wondered if gravity was truly this formidable.
Until now, they’d always changed positions in the middle, so he hadn’t felt it in such detail, but good heavens… the sensation was entirely different.
Hakyung, breathing shallowly above Muheon, subtly voiced his opinion.
“First, if I lie down… Ugh! Ah, if I move…!”
“No. You’ll get hurt.”
Muheon, with an inscrutable expression, as if unsure whether he was genuinely worried about Hakyung getting hurt or enjoying Hakyung’s flustered state in this unfamiliar position, inserted another finger.
Hakyung let out a short yelp, his upper body slumping forward.
Muheon, supporting him easily with his other arm, moved his fingers around, widening the inner walls.
Rubbing his forehead against Muheon’s chest, Hakyung groaned.
Though there was a faint pleasure, it was still difficult.
“Ha, hah…!”
“I’ll loosen you up a bit more. If I just go in, you’ll tear.”
Unlike Hakyung, who was already panting as if he’d sprinted, Muheon remained perfectly calm.
Hakyung, finding Muheon’s composed face irritating, bit his nipple firmly.
Muheon chuckled at the annoyance, which was no different from a tiny Maltese yapping, and gently stroked the back of Hakyung’s head.
As the familiar touch reached him, Hakyung’s fontanel, hidden between his pink hair, fluttered rapidly as if filled with anticipation.
Muheon, feeling satisfied with Hakyung’s unconscious reaction, exhaled languidly.
He wanted to live his life with Kang Hakyung’s entire body pressed against his own.
His warm body temperature, his honest physique, his cute lips, and his plump bottom—everything about him was beautiful, without exception.
“Kang Hakyung, what do you eat to be so pretty?”
“Ah, what, uh-huh!”
“Yeah, you know you’re pretty?”
Hakyung, who had been gnawing on Muheon’s nipple, tried to protest at the sudden remark but failed.
His head, which had been raised stiffly, instantly dropped.
It was because Muheon’s fingers had finally become four, exploring his opening.
While his mouth showered Hakyung with compliments like “pretty” and “adorable,” the hand positioned between his buttocks was merciless.
Tears welled up in Hakyung’s eyes, overwhelmed by the autonomously moving fingers.
“Are you having a hard time?”
“Yes, it’s hard…!”
Hakyung shook his head vigorously, signaling him to stop.
Muheon clicked his tongue briefly at his pitiful movements.
“What do we do? We’ve only just begun.”
Muheon licked his lips clean, and his hand withdrew from between Hakyung’s buttocks.
In its place, his cock, which Hakyung adored so much, took its position.