Vol 5 Ch 10

“Ah… uhh…”

Inseop panted, clinging to Wooyeon’s neck. Wooyeon hastily kissed him back, wrapping his arms around Inseop.

The wedding was modest, to say the least. The ceremony was as simple as it could get, with a sleepy pastor witnessing their vows. They didn’t even have proper rings; Wooyeon used the silver ring on his pinky finger, first giving it to Inseop and then taking it back. There wasn’t even a kiss to seal the vows. That was it.

‘Are you really okay with this?’

When Wooyeon asked, Inseop smiled and nodded. If Inseop had wanted, Wooyeon would have rented an island and invited all his family for a grand ceremony.

‘If you want anything…’

‘I don’t,’

Inseop replied, looking up at Wooyeon with clear, sincere eyes. Eyes that showed nothing but genuine emotion.

‘…but I do have one regret.’

Inseop looked down, muttering, and Wooyeon cursed inwardly. Even if Inseop regretted the hasty decision, Wooyeon had no intention of backing down. As soon as dawn broke, he would call a lawyer…

‘I wish I had worn proper clothes for this.’

Inseop looked at his loose pajamas with a faint smile. Wooyeon took Inseop’s hand and led him to the hotel. They didn’t even make eye contact on the elevator ride up.

‘Are you mad?’

Inseop asked cautiously as the elevator doors opened.

‘No.’

‘Then why…’

Wooyeon didn’t answer. He didn’t have the luxury to do so. He couldn’t remember how they found their room or opened the door.

When he came to his senses, he was already kissing Inseop, pressing his slender body against the wall. Wooyeon spread Inseop’s legs and wedged his own between them, rubbing against him. He grabbed Inseop’s hair, stroked his waist, and squeezed his buttocks. He wanted to be as close as possible, leaving no space between them.

“Hah, …ugh, …ah, Wooyeon…”

Inseop panted, calling out Wooyeon’s name. His breaths and suppressed voice escaped through his parted lips, sending shivers down Wooyeon’s spine. He sucked on Inseop’s lips and tongue.

“Wooyeon, wait…”

Inseop clutched Wooyeon’s clothes, managing to stop him, seemingly overwhelmed by the frantic kissing.

“Hah… hah…”

Wooyeon looked down at Inseop with heated eyes.

“…after a shower…”

Inseop managed to say, making Wooyeon chuckle briefly.

“You already showered earlier.”

“Still…”

Inseop showered every morning, after coming back home, before bed, and even before s*x. Wooyeon often ignored these diligent habits.

“Is it because it’s our first night?”

“Huh?”

Wooyeon kissed Inseop’s lips, cheeks, and neck, speaking between kisses.

“It’s our wedding night. We got married today.”

“Ah…”

Inseop’s face turned red. He shook his head, saying no.

“It’s not that, I just prefer to shower before… since I sweated earlier…”

He let out a small moan as Wooyeon bit his neck and rubbed his nose against it.

“You don’t know what your body smells like, do you?”

“…uh…”

Wooyeon had never cared about someone’s body odor before. He hated being that close and had no interest in smelling others. But Inseop was different. At first, he thought Inseop used special body products, but even with the same products, Inseop had a unique scent.

Skin scent. A sweet, soft smell like that of a child, which disarmed him.

After being away for filming, he would return home and embrace Inseop, inhaling his scent. It calmed his frayed nerves.

“Sometimes, just smelling you makes me hard. F**k.”

Wooyeon murmured, biting and sucking on Inseop’s soft neck. Inseop squirmed, and Wooyeon buried his nose in his neck, taking a deep breath.

“…ah, Wooyeon, wait… ah.”

“When I go filming, I should take your clothes with me. I’ll masturbate while smelling them.”

Inseop’s eyebrows flushed red. He shook his head, saying no, and tried to stop Wooyeon.

“Why not?”

Wooyeon asked, slipping his hand inside Inseop’s loose pajamas.

“…if someone sees…”

Wooyeon grabbed Inseop’s buttocks and pressed them against his thigh. Inseop gasped.

“What if they do?”

“……”

“Masturbating with your spouse’s clothes, what’s wrong with that? Am I doing something bad?”

There was no threat of violence in his voice, only a confident tone questioning what the problem was.

Inseop looked up at Wooyeon with slightly worried eyes. Wooyeon kissed his blushing nose lightly.

“I like your scent.”

“Me too…”

Inseop replied in a small voice.

“You like your own body scent?”

“No, I mean, I like your scent…”

Inseop looked up quickly, finding Wooyeon’s playful smile and closed his mouth.

“What scent?”

“……”

“The cologne I use?”

Wooyeon asked, bringing his body close to Inseop’s face. He was persistent. He didn’t care about things he wasn’t interested in, but when he wanted to know something, he was relentlessly persistent. Manager Kim said it was a trait of someone who had been an athlete, but Inseop disagreed.

“Shower cologne? Shampoo scent?”

Wooyeon pressed Inseop against the wall, persistence marking his voice as he repeated his question, rubbing his thigh between Inseop’s legs. The height difference made Inseop rise on his toes.

“What scent do you like?”

Wooyeon’s persistence shone through, especially during moments like these. Inseop finally answered in a near-tearful voice.

“…The scent of your body.”

A smile curved Wooyeon’s well-formed lips, and he deepened the kiss, sweet and intense.

Looks like we won’t be showering anytime soon, Inseop sighed inwardly, wrapping his arms around Wooyeon’s neck. He felt Wooyeon’s light laughter through their intertwined lips.

“Then today, enjoy your favorite scent to the fullest.”

There was no need to ask how much more he could enjoy it. Wooyeon grabbed Inseop’s hair and kissed him roughly, making the previous kisses pale in comparison.

Wooyeon lifted Inseop by the waist, wrapping his legs around his own, mimicking the act of s*x. Each thrust brought a whimper from Inseop’s lips, and Wooyeon’s large hands gripped his buttocks firmly. The thin fabric between them did nothing to mask Wooyeon’s arousal, and Inseop murmured that it hurt.

“Wooyeon….”

Inseop’s plaintive voice only spurred Wooyeon on, intensifying the friction between their lower bodies. Soon, Inseop’s pants were soaked with warmth, cum dripping down his thighs as he hung suspended, eyes filling with tears.

“Why are you crying?” Wooyeon asked, genuinely perplexed.

“…Because my pants are wet….” Inseop looked like a child who had soiled themselves, unsure of what to do, making Wooyeon stifle a laugh.

It was endearing. Wooyeon wanted to say how insignificant that was, to the point of wanting to suck him off right then and there.

“I need to get them cleaned….”

“Pants? F**k, I’ll buy you a hundred pairs of those…”

Wooyeon set Inseop down and pulled his pajamas halfway down. The sight of the wet underwear and the cum running down his slim thighs was intensely arousing.

Wooyeon took out his cock, rubbing it with his palm.

“Inseop, …f**k, Inseop….”

Each time Wooyeon called his name with that husky, pleasure-soaked voice, Inseop’s insides tingled, and his body trembled.

“…Inseop, …ha, …shit.”

Wooyeon’s broad shoulders paused, and thick cum splattered between Inseop’s legs. Inseop couldn’t move. Wooyeon’s hand continued to move, squeezing out the remaining cum from his cock.

“Hah…”

Wooyeon caught his breath, looking down at Inseop, or rather, at the cum-drenched thighs. Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. Sometimes, Wooyeon would mark Inseop with his cum and stare at him, almost like an animal marking its territory.

When Inseop awkwardly tried to pull his pants back up, Wooyeon grabbed his wrist.

“You’re going to put those back on?”

“Ah, …yes.”

Inseop looked down. He didn’t want to wear clothes stained with cum, but he was also scared of Wooyeon’s eyes on his bare skin.

“Do you know the only good thing about the pajamas you’re wearing today?”

“…What is it?”

“They’re easy to take off.”