Muheon, who had thoroughly savored Hakyung’s hair and various parts of his face, lowered his lips.
As if he had been waiting, Hakyung received Muheon’s kiss and let out a soft giggle.
It was an innocent laugh, almost out of place for them being in the middle of sex.
To think he could enthusiastically thrust his hips with such a face, such a smile… the contrast only made Muheon more excited.
After a final, audible kiss to Hakyung’s small lips, Muheon firmly gripped his side.
Muheon didn’t bother checking his phone, leaving it untouched.
As a result, his notifications piled up.
He found himself thinking that he should take Hakyung for some good herbal medicine.
At the same time, Muheon opened his mouth.
“Ah!”
He took Hakyung’s cute pink cock, like his hair, into his mouth.
His mouth grew warm as he took in the cock, which was plump and taut from extreme excitement.
He ran his tongue along the shaft, taut as if it would cum at any moment, and lightly scraped the glans with the tip of his teeth, making Hakyung’s groans grow louder.
“S-Seo-jang-nim…! Ahh…”
Hakyung, who had been unable to move his arms earlier because his wrists were held, now reached out and tightly gripped Muheon’s shoulders.
He groaned uncontrollably as his stomach muscles tightened.
Hakyung shivered, pinching Muheon’s firm, cool shoulders.
He knew Muheon wouldn’t bite, but the sharp teeth touching the tip of his cock still sent shivers down his spine.
He felt like if he moved even slightly wrong, Muheon would gobble him up.
“Take it out…!”
Hakyung shook his head, telling him to stop.
He even lightly hit Muheon’s shoulder with his small fist.
Of course, the sensation didn’t hurt or even tickle, but Muheon deliberately raised an eyebrow.
He knew Hakyung would widen his eyes in surprise at such a small reaction.
“Does it hurt? H-Uh-huh…”
As expected, Hakyung, surprised by the slight frown, took his hand off Muheon’s shoulder.
Muheon shook his head with Hakyung’s cock still in his mouth.
Because of this, Hakyung’s cock swung from side to side, and his moan intensified once more.
With a sweet voice like a song, Muheon curled the corners of his lips and rubbed Hakyung’s glans against his palate and cheeks.
Hakyung trembled at the diverse sensations on his cock.
Still, he just gripped the bed sheet tightly, worried he might hurt “Seo-jang-nim” if he hit him again.
Muheon, who could clearly see what Hakyung was thinking, chuckled softly to himself.
When would Kang Hakyung realize his fists were weaker than cotton?
Of course, he had no intention of telling him, so he might never know…
While Muheon was affectionately sucking his husband’s cock, Hakyung’s toes, long past their limit, curled inward.
“Seo-jang-nim! It’s coming, I’m really going to cum…! Uh-huh!”
“Cum.”
Muheon replied, kneading Hakyung’s round testicles.
His pronunciation wasn’t perfect with the cock in his mouth, but he assumed Hakyung understood well enough.
Coming in his mouth was nothing new.
Each time, it was amusing to see Kang Hakyung turn red to his toes from embarrassment.
Because of this, Muheon didn’t remove the small cock from his mouth until Hakyung had cum.
Even though Hakyung knew Muheon was doing it on purpose, he held out as long as he could before finally cumming.
He wondered if that made it even better.
Even if Hakyung’s intention wasn’t that, the result was good anyway.
“Ughhh!”
Unable to hold it in any longer, Hakyung’s groan lengthened, and his lower abdomen convulsed.
Immediately, his mouth filled with a raw scent, and Muheon’s eyes curved in satisfaction.
Kang Hakyung’s cum always tasted good, no matter when he had it.
Hakyung, however, always cringed when he mentioned it.
Muheon swallowed what Hakyung had released, then meticulously licked up everything remaining on the cock.
He’d never even touched candy in his life, but his husband’s cock remained sweet, no matter how much he sucked it.
With a soft pop, Muheon removed Hakyung’s cock from his mouth and grinned.
His stomach was still trembling faintly from excitement, which made his appetite return.
“Hoo, hoo…!”
Hakyung, catching his breath, beckoned Muheon closer.
Thinking it meant for him to come closer, he leaned in and heard a small voice near his ear.
“Lie down here. I’ll suck you too.”
It was Kang Dolphin, unable to be indebted.
He was so grateful that Hakyung wanted to suck him right after catching his breath, but he preferred to repay this in a different way.
“It’s fine. Get some rest.”
“But I want to suck yours too, Seo-jang-nim… You’ve done everything, so I haven’t even properly touched Mu-il and Mu-i yet.”
“Are you going to keep using those names?”
“Why? They’re like my children.”
Mu-il, Mu-i.
These were the names Hakyung used for Muheon’s penis and testicles.
Whenever they did that, Hakyung would meticulously care for them like a mother bird tending to her chicks.
Muheon was trying to rein him in, as Hakyung seemed poised to even compose a song about Mu-il and Mu-i, but the stubborn Kang Dolphin wouldn’t listen.
In the end, Muheon was the one who surrendered.
There was a limit to how much he could stop Hakyung from cherishing his parts so much.
But still, it was unavoidable to feel embarrassed every time he heard those names.
It seemed better to change the subject quickly.
Muheon lifted Hakyung up and sat him on his thigh.
Then, he gently nibbled on Hakyung’s reddened earlobe again.
He also didn’t forget to fondle Hakyung’s buttocks.
Hakyung let out a happy sigh and rubbed his forehead against Muheon’s shoulder.
He was simple and cute.
“Where’s the one Dokgojin gave you?”
“Huh?”
“We should try it.”
“Oh, right! Just a moment!”
Hakyung practically rolled off Muheon’s thigh and stomped his feet.
His bouncy steps were full of anticipation.
His protruding buttocks wiggled with excitement too.
Watching him express joy with his whole body made Muheon automatically smile.
Unaware of the expression Muheon was making as he observed him, Hakyung crouched in front of his bag and hummed a tune.
“Let’s put in two. Two. Mu-il Mu-i, Mu-il Mu-i! Come on in, come on in.”
Naturally, this song too had no real depth and very intuitive lyrics.
Muheon chuckled, pressing his throbbing temples.
He wondered if he was really repeating the same lyrics twice just because he was putting in two?
Muheon, still reeling from the shock of the lyrics, was a mere mortal unable to comprehend Kang Dolphin’s profound artistic endeavor.
“Found it!”
Hakyung shouted, having found the lucky pouch he’d put deep in his bag.
Muheon also got up at the booming sound, as if he’d found the first prize in a treasure hunt.
After a few steps, Hakyung showed him the lucky pouch he’d brought. Inside, there was not only seaweed jelly but also a variety of other things.
Yet, all those many items were preparations for sex, which made Muheon chuckle again.
“You brought a lot.”
“Of course! You never know what might happen, so I always have to be prepared.”
“Good job.”
Muheon raised his hand and gently stroked Hakyung’s pink hair.
Hakyung, pleased by the compliment, kissed Muheon’s ring on his left hand.
Mwah, mwah, mwah!
The continuous sounds of kisses were ticklish and sweet.
Muheon also kissed Hakyung’s ring, and for a long time, they savored each other’s warmth.
***
Muheon’s long fingers stirred Hakyung’s hole.
The ring on his finger added a strange foreign sensation, making Hakyung furrow his brows.
Was the hole originally this sensitive, or had his senses improved because they’d been consistently doing this?
He couldn’t tell, but either way, it was slightly uncomfortable.
“Hnngh…!”
Then, his body jerked as Muheon’s fingers dug in with such force that Hakyung’s buttock flesh seemed to crumple.
Muheon’s mouth watered as if he had prey before him.
He focused on widening the inner walls, pressing firmly against the chewy, clinging flesh.
It was still too narrow to accommodate both of his cocks.
Muheon barely suppressed the urge to thrust right in and then squeezed in the jelly.
“Seo-jang-nim, are you going to use the seaweed jelly…?”
“Not yet.”
“Uh-huh, why?”
“It’s too tight.”
Muheon replied curtly, putting a little more force into the hand moving in and out of Hakyung’s hole.
Even as his whole bottom felt slick and the sweet scent made him feel languid, Hakyung groaned at the rough and strong hand rubbing against him.
Still, Muheon’s touch didn’t lessen or soften at all.
Hakyung also didn’t stop Muheon.
He was determined to take all of Seo-jang-nim today.
Hakyung reached out and tightly hugged Muheon’s neck.
When he clung to Seo-jang-nim like this and smelled his scent, he couldn’t think of anything.
He just wanted to stay like this forever.
Muheon was the same as Hakyung, continuously pressing his lips to the white body embraced in his arms.
Feeling Hakyung’s tense body gradually relax, Muheon finally inserted one more finger.
The hole, accommodating four fingers, stretched taut.
It seemed like it was time to prepare.
Muheon reached out and rummaged through the open lucky pouch, pulling out a small glass bottle.
Hakyung, who had been tightly closing his eyes, slightly lifted his eyelids and let out a small gasp.
“Hurry.”
A series of urging sounds flowed from Hakyung’s mouth, enchanted by the strange luminescence.