PAO 79

As Junghoo seriously spouted nonsense about not bringing others into it, Seowon responded by gripping his dick hard. At the moan that leaked through Junghoo’s teeth, Seowon quickly loosened his grip and caressed his dick.

Seowon rubbed the fluid coming out of the tip’s opening all over the head, then pushed it under the rim of the glans. The sticky, melted-jelly-like fluid coated Seowon’s hand and Junghoo’s penis. As if doing so would mend the split parts, Seowon expertly filled the gap.

Then he stopped what he was doing when the transparent jelly started coming out in an unmanageable amount.

“Honestly, even from another guy’s perspective, your dick is pretty.”

Seowon said as he looked down at the penis twitching nicely in his hand.

Yoo Junghoo’s face was pretty. With his delicate features and smooth skin, he was pretty like a princess from a fairy tale, and his fully erect penis was pretty too.

Well, it could be because he was looking at it from the perspective of another man. Or it could just be because he was looking through rose-colored glasses.

“Then is my face prettier, or is my dick prettier?”

“They’re attached to the same body, do I have to choose?”

“Yeah. I want to hear it.”

He really asks for the weirdest things…

“I’ll think about it.”

Which one is prettier. To compare which was prettier, Seowon glanced at Junghoo’s face once and then looked at his dick. Catching his gaze, the dick nodded, and he began to apply the brakes to get him to ejaculate. He stroked up from the root and squeezed the head tightly. Not only that, he pushed his shoulders to make him lean back halfway and got on top of his legs.

He was already a mess in the front and back, so it wasn’t like he could hide it by covering up. He sat down without caring.

Seowon, who had shifted his weight onto one of Junghoo’s legs, began to stroke his dick again. He stroked the large penis as if he were milking it dry, then gently rubbed the opening, and diligently touched his balls as well.

When one hand wasn’t enough, he quickly grabbed it with both hands and pumped, and Junghoo’s breathing became rough. His wrist was getting sore, but he still wasn’t ejaculating, so as a last resort, Seowon released his pheromones.

As he let out a strong burst of stimulation all at once, he got a reaction. The semen that shot up splattered everywhere, getting on Seowon’s face as well.

“Stroke it more.”

Because he hadn’t gotten it all out yet, Junghoo covered Seowon’s hand, which was holding his dick. Then, after pumping a few more times, he let go.

“Feel refreshed?”

“Yeah.”

Junghoo wiped the semen off Seowon’s face with his other hand.

“Now tell me. Which part of me is pretty?”

“What are you asking? When your lips are pretty, you kiss them, and when your dick is pretty, you rub up against it.”

“Ah, so it’s different depending on the situation.”

He just said what came to mind, but thankfully it hit the mark.

“Junghoo.”

Seowon, remembering he had class in the afternoon, wiped the rest of the stickiness off his face with the back of his hand.

“Before I go to school, I have something to do with you, okay?”

Seowon took off his shirt and put his hand on his waistband.

Seeing that, Junghoo held out both his hands toward Seowon.

“I’ll kill our Seowon too.”

“Huh?”

Seowon, who was in the middle of taking off his pants, half-turned his body to look at Junghoo.

“Why are you suddenly killing me?”

“You know what I mean. Come here, Seowon.”

When Junghoo even beckoned with his finger, Seowon, seeing it, threw his underwear at his face.

“What are you talking about While Junghoo was frozen with his hands outstretched, Seowon went into the bathroom. The reason he had taken off his clothes wasn’t to have sticky sex, but to wash off the semen that had gotten on him.

“Too bad.”

Junghoo licked the syrup-scented pheromones clinging to his lips.

Seowon, who had come out after washing up, called Junghoo over and sat him down in front of the living room table, then held out a piece of paper.

“This is what you had to do?”

Junghoo gazed intently at the three characters written at the top of the paper, then casually offered his impression.

“Seowon’s handwriting is pretty, no matter when I see it.”

“…Look at the content, not the handwriting.”

Seowon put the pen down with a clatter and crossed his arms.

“We wrote a contract when I first moved into this house, right?”

“Our Seowon wanted to.”

Junghoo, who seemed to remember the situation at that time clearly, stealthily picked up the pen Seowon had put down.

“It’s still warm.”

Seowon, who had thought he picked it up because he wanted to write, sighed at Junghoo and tapped the paper.

“When you found out I was an omega, we just revised it, but now that we’re boyfriends, I think we need to write a new contract.”

“What’s a contract between boyfriends? We could just make it a promise.”

Seowon felt a sense of déjà vu at Junghoo’s words as he spun the pen around, and paused for a moment. He felt like he had said the exact same thing before.

“Anyway, I think we need to write one.”

“Instead of that, how about mar…”

“A marriage registration form can come later. You can think of it as setting the rules for living together as boyfriends.”

Right, as soon as he remembered that he had said something similar before, he was able to cut off the nonsense about a marriage registration. They just started dating, what was with the joke about a marriage registration?

“Oh… okay.”

Fortunately, Junghoo had a bewildered look on his face, then nodded. It seemed his words had worked, so Seowon continued.

“The rules are the same as last time. We each add things we want the other to abide by.”

Seowon, who said it wasn’t particularly difficult, gave a dry smile to Junghoo, who was staring intently at his face, not the paper.

“Is ‘contract’ written on my face? Look at the paper, not me.”

“It feels new, this being the second contract between you and me.”

“You’re about to say something weird again, aren’t you?”

“Are you going to do everything I ask you to?”

The conversation was strangely off-track, but at the same time, it was subtly connecting. Meaning, Junghoo wasn’t really listening to what he was saying, but he was thinking of something roughly similar.

“I want to sleep together at night.”

Junghoo immediately stated what he wanted. They were supposed to be setting rules for each other to follow, but why had that turned into writing down wishes? He even remembered him saying the exact same thing when they wrote the first contract.

“Do whatever you want.”

It was a statement that would have naturally horrified him in the past, but not anymore. He had just come from being in the same bed with Junghoo right now.

“I’ll allow it, as long as you don’t sleep completely naked.”

“You’ll give me a morning kiss when I wake up, right?”

“I’ll think about that too, as long as you’re not completely naked.”

Seowon retorted right away. He didn’t refuse all of Junghoo’s suggestions, but he presented what he wanted as a condition.

“Can I get dressed after I wash up?”

“I’ve already seen everything, and I know how big it gets, so go ahead.”

“Sleeping completely naked isn’t allowed, so why is this okay?”

When Junghoo furrowed his brow, unable to distinguish the difference, Seowon summed it up neatly for him.

“Because it’s harder to get you off the bed.”

“Ah.”

Seowon barely held back a sigh as he looked at Junghoo, who had a refreshed expression as if he finally understood. He sometimes acted a little slow like that, but he wasn’t actually a slow person. He was just slow when it came to Han Seowon.

“Now it’s my turn to say what I want you to abide by, right?”

Seowon confirmed that Junghoo was focused on him and held up three fingers.

“First, don’t act like a crazy bastard.”

He saw Junghoo’s eyes waver, but he ignored it.

“Second, you can’t act like a pervert either.”

“That…”

“Third, don’t do any psycho shit.”

“Seowon?”

Junghoo looked at Seowon with a face that said he had been tricked. But the milk was already spilled. Seowon retorted with a lighthearted expression.

“That’s all I need.”

“That’s not just ‘all.’ You know I’m a crazy bastard.”

“Then should we go back to the old rules? One finger if you hug me without permission, one internal organ if you covet my lips, and if you come out naked again, all the dangly bits…”

“I get it.”

As Seowon opened the previous contract and read it aloud, Junghoo was the first to shout his surrender.

“I won’t act like a crazy bastard, a pervert, or a psycho.”

“Good thinking. Then let’s draw up the contract as we discussed.”

Seowon took the pen, intending to write it himself. As he wrote, Junghoo, who had been on the opposite side, came and sat next to him. Neither of them cared that they had been sitting on the floor and talking this whole time, leaving the sofa untouched.

Seowon just focused on writing diligently, and Junghoo, while pondering how he could stick close to Seowon, focused on discreetly touching his knee to Seowon’s.

“All done.”

Seowon held up the contract for Junghoo to see, then lowered it before five seconds had passed.

“I didn’t get to read it all.”

“It’s a summary of what we discussed. And you had plenty of opportunity to look at it from the side while I was writing. It’s your fault for not seeing it because you were too busy squirming around trying to kiss my knee.”

“I’ll just pretend I saw it.”

Junghoo gave up cleanly instead of pressing the issue.

“Then I’ll take this contract with me. Ah, and as you know, if you break this…”

As if he knew what Seowon was going to say next, Junghoo cut in.

“Are you going to say, ‘You fucking son of a bitch, you bastard who treats promises like water, you’re a real piece of trash’?”

Seowon blinked. He was reciting what he had said in the past, but something seemed different, or maybe not. It was a shame he hadn’t recorded their conversation back then.

In any case, it wasn’t the answer he had in mind, so Seowon decided to correct Junghoo’s words.

“Don’t break it.”

He was just trying to give him a warning. At Seowon’s simple reply, Junghoo’s mouth fell open.