#68
“Today, you can try stroking it yourself.”
He gestured with his chin at my fully erect p*nis, then took my defenseless n*pple into his mouth, carefully rolling his tongue over it. The soft, hot sensation pierced through my skin and tickled my heart. To be more specific, what was this unremarkable chest of mine, that the mere fact a handsome man was concentrating on this tiny nub was enough to make my heart pound?
When his tongue touched the spot that had only ever felt pain from rubbing against my clothes, the pain transformed into pleasure. I wanted to disperse the pleasure that was flooding my chest. I didn’t want to feel it while clutching Han Jinheon’s hair again. To do that, I had to do as Han Jinheon said and grab my own d*ck and shake it.
“Haa, haa….”
I gripped the shaft and moved my hand up and down. It was a slow, but simple, act.
With my chest in Han Jinheon’s mouth, I couldn’t lean my face on his shoulder, so I tilted my head back slightly and focused on m*sturbating. It was the same situation, only a different hand, so why did it feel somewhat empty?
I wasn’t satisfied with my own hand. It seemed I’d truly grown accustomed to the feeling of Han Jinheon’s hand. In truth, I wanted him to touch me, but his hands were busy roaming between my chest and lower back. It seemed he had no intention of touching my front, which made me a little anxious.
Still, the situation itself was sensual.
“Haa. Hngh, euung….”
Contrary to my worries, my body grew more and more excited. As proof, the hot breaths that boiled up from my core mixed with the moist moans held in my mouth, flowing out and dampening the air. My senses, spread across my slick skin, were on high alert.
“This won’t do.”
My concentration was shattered in an instant. Han Jinheon, who had been thoroughly soaking my chest with his saliva, suddenly pulled his face away and muttered ominously. Then he effortlessly lifted me up and set me aside, before pulling down his own pants to reveal his erect p*nis.
“……!”
At the sudden sight of Han Jinheon’s p*nis, my half-lidded eyes shot wide open. My mouth fell agape. Unlike mine, his was thick with pubic hair from the start. The dark red, menacing p*nis was large and thick. In a word, it was huge. I was so overwhelmed by its size, something I had never experienced before, that I froze completely.
In the first place, it was my first time seeing another man’s dick besides my own. To be precise, Han Sol’s dick was also another man’s, but never mind the details, this was the first time I had ever seen another person’s groin and the p*nis attached to it. It was frightening, but the stimulation was intense. It was lewd.
I felt like I finally understood why people say Alphas have a third leg. I also understood why they asked where it was stored among their thighs.
“I didn’t pull it out for you to suck, so don’t be so scared.”
Easy for you to say!
My heart was pounding just from looking at his c*ck, which was like mine. Just facing Han Jinheon’s p*nis was enough—I thought my hopelessly startled heart wouldn’t calm down easily, but I was mistaken in a different sense.
The aftermath of this shock was pushed to the back of my mind by a new shock Han Jinheon delivered, and my heart was turned upside down once more. Han Jinheon, this audacious Alpha, grabbed his p*nis and my p*nis together.
“I just want to c*m together. It's pathetic to c*m alone."
“Ah….”
I’m such an idiot. I hadn’t thought of it at all. That Han Jinheon also has a d*ck, and that his dick would be stimulated by our actions.
How could I, being a man myself, have been so thoughtless in this regard? All this time, only I had relieved my arousal. As soon as I came, I would fall asleep. Without paying any mind to this man’s er*ction.
At this rate, I couldn’t be upset that he was indifferent to my confession. I myself had been far too indifferent.
I was so sorry I couldn’t lift my head. I buried my face in his firm shoulder. Han Jinheon didn’t push me away. Instead, he wrapped an arm around my back, pulling my body to fit against his, and slowly moved the hand that was wrapped around our two p*nises.
“How is it?”
“It’s hot….”
It was literal. A hot thing pressed against another hot thing, and the heat grew so much it felt like it would explode. Han Jinheon laughed at my childish and one-dimensional answer, telling me to feel it myself.
“Don’t be shy, it doesn’t suit you. Here.”
Even if he says so…. I shook my head, which was still resting on his shoulder, in refusal. But he took my hand, which had been aimlessly resting on and falling from his forearm, and pulled it over our er*ctions. It wasn’t as hot as I’d said. It was just the feeling of being turned on by this man that felt that way.
Han Jinheon placed his hand over mine and began to move them together. Before long, both p*nises were so slick it was impossible to tell whose fluid it was. *Slap, slap.* There were now two instead of one, and the sound of the fluid sloshing was loud and graphic.
The quiet room was filled only with our lewd act. Between the noises created by that act, deep and short breaths burst forth.
“Hah.”
The breath that wet my ear was not mine, but Han Jinheon’s. With my lips buried in the crook of his shoulder, I was holding back everything that might come out of my mouth. I didn’t want to moan pathetically like yesterday.
“Haah.”
Another neat and heavy breath, just like its owner, was exhaled. After a moment’s hesitation, I pulled my face away and looked at Han Jinheon. His handsome face was slightly contorted. That alone came across as incredibly sexy.
So this is how this man feels it….
“Hoo.”
At the end of a long exhale, his red tongue emerged to wet his dry lips.
What was this? To me, it was so incredibly obscene that sharp jolts of stimulation shot through my lower abdomen. Just by looking, a strong wave of pleasure washed over me, making my toes curl.
Where had my reluctance to do anything today vanished to? My heart, constantly inflamed by Han Jinheon, was the only thing filling me now. I really like this so much. What do I do? At this rate, I might c*m first.
As if he were a mind reader, Han Jinheon knew my state. He idly touched my momentarily freed n*pple with his mouth and whispered.
“You can c*m as much as you want, but know this beforehand. Once won’t be enough today.”
“What do you mean, once won’t be enough? Then…?”
“I endured and endured and finally pulled mine out too, so shouldn’t we at least go until I’m satisfied?”
“……”
“It’s not so bad. If you come a few times, you’ll sleep well.”
His voice, no different from usual, sounded chilling, making the fine hairs all over my body stand on end. I stealthily lowered my gaze to our two p*nises, pressed amicably together, and swallowed hard. I felt like I could ejaculate at any moment, but the Alpha’s seemed far from it.
Don’t tell me, was this why he offered to help me?
***
Before I was transmigrated, I wouldn’t have celebrated Christmas Eve or Christmas. It wouldn't have even been on my radar, so I would have just been out making money. But the first Christmas I greeted after becoming Han Sol was different, starting from the Eve.
Han Jinheon had granted my wish of wanting to put a tree in the mansion. Although he seemed displeased, asking why a grown kid would want something like that, he not only personally searched the mansion’s storage but also procured a large tree—which was hard to find due to lack of stock on the day of the holiday—with a single phone call.
On top of that, I was able to experience the fun of decorating the tree with various ornaments. It was a time where I had completely returned to my childhood innocence.
At this point, I must confess anew that I had come to like Han Jinheon even more. To me, he was a being greater than Santa Claus himself. Even if he calls my words frivolous and my attitude childish, I cannot deny my feelings for him. I really like him.
On Christmas Eve evening, when we turned off all the living room lights and switched on the star at the very top of the tree, I watched Han Jinheon pinch my cheek and ask if I was satisfied, and I felt my emotions being born anew. I had let him even deeper into my heart.
On the morning of Christmas, having welcomed it with a new heart. Perhaps because he didn't have to go to work and slept in a little, Han Jinheon came downstairs later than usual. He was still in his comfortable loungewear.
“Merry Christmas!”
He approached me as I was sitting upside down on the sofa admiring the tree, looking just as disheveled as he did. "Merry Christmas." He replied drily, and after glancing around at me and my surroundings, he asked with a displeased expression.
“Don’t tell me you slept here?”
“Yeah. I slept here, but….”
He frowned as if to say, I knew it. Approaching the sofa, he rested his chin on the backrest and pressed my cheek with his hand. It wasn’t a gentle touch.
“Why sleep here when you have a room.”
“Well, I was going to go in after finishing the Christmas movie….”
It was embarrassing to say. The fact that I had even sought out a Christmas-themed movie. But there was something even more embarrassing to say. I glanced at him, then mumbled in a voice as small as an ant’s asshole.
“I fell asleep watching the tree….”
To Han Jinheon, a grown man falling asleep while looking at a tree must sound pathetic. To him, it’s just another Monday, so I, who was unusually immersed in the atmosphere, would seem strange.
It would be easier to understand if you thought of it as the feeling a cat has watching a goldfish in a bowl. There’s something so flashy and amazing right in front of you stealing your attention, so you can’t help but stare. Especially with that huge star at the very top of the tree shining by my side all night, I didn't envy any clear, moonlit night.
“If I’d known this would happen, I should have carried you to your room."
That’s what Han Jinheon had said yesterday, too. That we should watch the movie later and go to the room. He didn’t hide the fact that he wanted to spend a more physical time with me.
But the me of yesterday was more full of childhood innocence, pure and naive, than anyone. I couldn’t erase my desire to watch the movie, so I had refused. As if finding me absurd, Han Jinheon had let out a hollow laugh, but for once, had wholesomely released only his pheromones before leaving.
His act of accommodating me was quite touching in its own way, but what if he regrets it now…. What can I do? Either way, it feels like he’s thinking of me, so I’m just happy. I giggled to myself and started to tease him.
My dear Han Jinheon-hyung. I see.
“So you wanted to sleep with me that badly, huh?”
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