CR | Chapter 4.3

With his mind already numb, Wi Woori couldn’t form coherent thoughts, and amidst his spinning vision, all he saw was Kim Donghwa’s handsome face, his troubled eyes, and yet, his hands not pushing him away.

Instead of answering, Wi Woori pressed his lips to Kim Donghwa’s once more. This time too, Kim Donghwa didn’t avoid it. Just by not avoiding him, it felt like he was accepting him, and as Wi Woori pushed his tongue into Kim Donghwa’s mouth, he closed his eyes.

Hot moans exchanged between the wet sounds. Kim Donghwa, who had said not to do it because he would regret it, once again slipped his hands under Wi Woori’s clothes. He ran his hands up his back, then out from under the shirt to massage the nape of his neck before sliding down to touch his chest.

Every time his fingertips brushed over the erect nipples from the stimulation, it felt like his hair stood on end. Wi Woori, letting out a heavy breath, repeated pressing his lips against Kim Donghwa’s, not wanting him to pull away.

Meanwhile, Kim Donghwa naturally undid Wi Woori’s belt. Feeling his hands roam around his waist and tease below, Wi Woori didn’t think to stop him.

The hand that slipped into his underwear was quite rough. It gripped his hard member, and Wi Woori threw his head back, letting out a hot moan. Clinging to Kim Donghwa’s solid shoulders, trembling, Kim Donghwa slowly stroked him.

“Haah…”

Kim Donghwa, also exhaling hot breaths, held Wi Woori’s member with one hand while the other teased his buttocks. After pressing their faces close together, he slipped his head under the shirt to lick his abs.

It felt like madness. His member, held in Kim Donghwa’s hand, felt like it was about to burst.

“Ah, ugh… ah, wait, just a moment…”

The tongue that had been wandering around his navel slowly moved up, the sensation so vivid it felt like it was causing goosebumps up to his scalp. Wi Woori gripped Kim Donghwa’s arm tightly. The fingers that were teasing between his buttocks, poking at his perineum, made his vision flicker on and off.

He couldn’t control the pheromones that were bursting out. Not that he was good at controlling them in the first place, and with such overwhelming stimulation, he couldn’t keep his mind straight.

With the sound of his lower abdomen being slapped and the wet noises, Wi Woori just trembled, unable to hold himself up against the overwhelming sensations from front and back.

Biting and releasing his lower lip, it turned pale then regained its color. From the fingers stirring his insides, to the lips that bit and released his chest, to the hand tightly gripping and shaking his member – all these sensations combined to create such intense pleasure that he felt like he could die.

“Ah, ahh, ugh… ah, Kim Donghwa, just a moment, please… ah…”

He felt like he was about to come. The thumb pressing down and the finger rubbing his glans sent a clear signal that made his pupils dilate.

And then, the finger that was prodding from behind, how could he ignore it? Wi Woori, who had never thought about pleasuring himself from behind or experiencing sexual pleasure in such a way, now felt a breath-taking ecstasy.

The finger pressing into his tender insides occasionally sent sharp thrills, making his thighs tremble and his mouth gape open repeatedly. As Wi Woori let out a heavy ‘uhh’ and dropped his head, Kim Donghwa finally looked up to meet his gaze.

He felt like he could cry.

Growing up, he heard stories about friends helping each other out, but he never did that with Kim Donghwa. If he had known giving himself so easily would lead to this, he might have tried it sooner, he thought absurdly.

The heat enveloping his body was somewhat relieved, and his boiling lower abdomen was now on the brink of climax with sharp sensations. If it went on like this, he’d end up coming in front of Kim Donghwa, so he hoped he would let go.

“Let me go, please.”

“Since we’ve already gone this far…”

His legs had no strength left, practically sitting down, Kim Donghwa’s deep voice resonated from his chest. Forcing back the rationality that was slowly returning, Wi Woori gripped Kim Donghwa’s wrist tightly one last time.

Even with well-groomed nails, he felt them digging into his skin. Clenching the veiny arm, exerting all his strength, heat exploded from his head, and semen shot out from his throbbing urethra.

His thighs convulsed, his buttocks clenched tightly, and as his chest expanded then deflated, Wi Woori let out a loud moan, collapsing into Kim Donghwa’s embrace.

“Huh, ugh… ah, ah…”

“… ”

Kim Donghwa tightly embraced Wi Woori, who had collapsed into his arms. The white semen left on his palm felt unpleasant, but the pheromones emanating from him made him feel thirstier, almost maddening.

Barely holding onto his sanity, he finished by shaking Wi Woori’s member. Meanwhile, he realized he was also intoxicated, and if he had been any less sensible, he might have already thrust his own member into Wi Woori’s buttocks.

It was a chilling thought. He didn’t want to act so savagely, nor did he want to do something that would make Wi Woori hate him. Kim Donghwa silently bit his lip, gently patting Wi Woori’s trembling back. Just as he thought they should part now that their breathing was recovering…

“…Wi Woori?”

Wi Woori, nestled in his arms, had fallen asleep as if he had passed out.

His own member was still demanding release, but Wi Woori, having used up all his strength without knowing his condition, was beyond frustrating to laugh at.

“Ah…”

Kim Donghwa let out a sigh, scratching his brows. Part of him wanted to press his own member against Wi Woori’s face and come together, but if Wi Woori woke up and saw that, it would be a disaster.

The thought sent shivers down his spine.

The kiss had been spontaneous and shocking enough. But now he had poked him with his fingers from behind, jerked him off, and even licked all over him.

After pondering with his gaze lowered, Kim Donghwa, thinking ‘fuck it,’ kissed Wi Woori’s lips once more. Let it be as it will. Loving Wi Woori, even before he manifested, was already an act of irrationality.

More than anything, the reality that such an alluring pheromone was being emitted by Wi Woori, and that other alphas could smell it and feel the same urge, made him feel anxious and annoyed.

And this urgency was powerful enough to inflame even the calmest of emotions in an instant.

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“……Oh, how do I see Kim Donghwa?”

Wi Woori, upon opening his eyes, immediately squeezed them shut again and kicked the blanket away with a bang. Whether it was due to the alcohol or because he was halfway through a heat, he couldn’t bear the overwhelming stimulation and ended up surrendering his cock and his ass to Kim Donghwa’s hands, even going as far as climaxing. The vivid memory of this incident floated in his mind.

Would it be better if I just died?

Wi Woori thrashed about, banging his head against the pillow. There really wasn’t a crazier bastard out there. No matter how drunk he got, he had never surrendered his body to Kim Donghwa before, let alone climaxed. Climaxed!

After flailing his limbs, Wi Woori suddenly went limp. Was the feeling of tears welling up just an illusion? Facing Kim Donghwa, who he’d meet if he just opened the door, was something he lacked the courage for.

But wait, isn’t this a mutual fault?

A surge of defiance rose within him, but no, this was entirely his own fault. He should’ve pushed Kim Donghwa away more assertively, regardless of the pleasure or his pheromone-crazed body. Even if his body was going mad with pheromones, he shouldn’t have done such a thing with Kim Donghwa, who hadn’t even manifested yet.

Above all, I like Kim Donghwa, don’t I!

He sat up with a jolt, then slumped back down. Trying to lay his head on the pillow, he missed and banged it against the bed frame with a thud, but he didn’t feel the pain.

“……Would it be better if I just died?”

Wi Woori murmured this heartfelt question before burying his face in the pillow, sobbing.

But why didn’t Kim Donghwa reject it? If he had pushed him away with a stern look and cursed at him, Wi Woori would’ve moved away out of irritation. Instead, Kim Donghwa seemed to be even more proactive, which was somewhat puzzling.

Yet, he was not in a position to ask about it.

Why did he do that? Even if Kim Donghwa wanted to cut ties right away, he wouldn’t have anything to say. But still, something about last night… the perfume was strange. Hmm, trying to recall only brought back the shameful situation.

“Ha, fuck.”

As Wi Woori lay flat, cursing under his breath, the door suddenly burst open, making him jump.

It’s Kim Donghwa, isn’t it? Kim Donghwa, Kim Donghwa. As he repeated the name in his mind, all his nerves focused on the door.

He opened the door but didn’t do anything else, or so it seemed, as no sounds of movement came. Wi Woori, like a meerkat on guard, perked up his ears, trying to sense Kim Donghwa’s movements.

Why isn’t he moving? What’s he doing?

Normally, he would’ve turned his head to look, but right now, he couldn’t bring himself to do so. Lying still, pretending to be dead, he heard a tapping sound on the floor.

“Are you still sleeping?”

At the quiet question, Wi Woori flinched again. Should he answer no? As he pondered this, Kim Donghwa added another sentence.

“You’re not sleeping. Get up, let’s eat.”

“……Can I eat?”

What a stupid question. After saying it, he grimaced at his own idiocy, and this time, Kim Donghwa’s reply came with a hint of amusement.

“Then starve?”

Wi Woori shook his head at the response. Hearing Kim Donghwa leave after telling him to come out again, Wi Woori finally got up and stared at the wide-open door.

His face, red from being buried in the pillow, felt suffocated. Wi Woori was just baffled by the situation. No, why is he acting like nothing happened? He was the one who drank last night, and Kim Donghwa should’ve been sober.

But why is he acting like nothing happened?

Even if they’ve seen everything there is to see of each other, they’ve never watched porn together like school friends do. After reaching a certain age and becoming aware of their feelings, showing each other their bare bodies became something to avoid out of embarrassment.

Is a handjob nothing to him?

Wi Woori couldn’t decide if he should feel good or bad about this. Feeling this odd sensation, he put on a T-shirt and left the room. On the table was a steaming pot of soft tofu stew from his favorite restaurant, probably remembering how he wasn’t feeling well.

“Thanks.”

With a small thanks, Kim Donghwa nodded lightly.

“But… why are you acting like nothing happened?”

Being so casual about it, Wi Woori couldn’t help but ask. Just moments ago, he felt like a criminal with no excuse, even if he had ten mouths, but now, as he pushed the food into his mouth, he spat out the question.

Kim Donghwa, who had just sipped some hot soup, looked at him with an indifferent gaze. Seeing his tightly closed lips, Wi Woori was reminded of their deep kiss, which made his head spin.

“I don’t want things to get awkward between us.”

“……”

“Kids do that kind of stuff all the time, just consider it like that.”

But that was more than just a handjob, wasn’t it?

Jamming a finger between his butt cheeks and messing around, then casually calling it a handjob, didn’t sit right with Wi Woori.

Yeah, friends can do that kind of stuff. Yeah, they can.

…No, they can’t.

“But still, you did that last night.”