Cherry Cake Chapter 15.2

“Ngh…”

Soohyun let his arms drop a bit more. Tracing Gi Taeyeon’s back, his fingertips caught the vivid twitch of muscles. The heat from their pressed bodies was undeniable—not just from their tongues, fingertips, or overlapping skin, but the man’s presence flooded every sense.

The sensation was so blissful that he tangled his tongue harder.

“Nh!”

Soohyun broke the kiss unwittingly. A finger piercing his hole without warning tensed his entire body.

“Haa, that’s it?”

“Ngh, hnk!”

He wanted to kiss again, but the finger’s relentless probing made it hard to lift his head. Resting his chin on Gi Taeyeon’s shoulder, Seo Soohyun endured the sensation stirring below. Heat surged to his eyes, and blinking reflexively, he glimpsed a mirror over the man’s shoulder.

“Ahh, ngh…”

The hazy view showed Gi Taeyeon’s back. A coiled black snake writhed with the muscles’ motion. It wasn’t his first time seeing it, but during sex, he rarely faced Gi Taeyeon’s back, so this was his first time catching the tattoo’s undulating dance.

“Aht! Ah…”

The finger rubbed his slick inner walls. Soohyun tightened his grip around Gi Taeyeon’s neck, blinking again. Supporting his weight while probing inside, the man’s bulging muscles made the snake seem alive, slithering with each flex.

Weird.

Shivering as his walls stretched, Soohyun found it oddly fascinating. His hand, fumbling instinctively, brushed the dark scales. Sensing it, Gi Taeyeon let out a low, throaty chuckle.

“What, hff… curious?”

“Hik!”

The hand gently tracing the tattoo clenched as sudden pleasure hit. Soohyun kept his nails short, so no red marks would stay, but the snake felt alive, startling him into pulling back.

His attempt to study Gi Taeyeon’s back fizzled. The man drove his cock into the softened hole.

“Ah! Ahh, hngh…”

“Mirror on the ceiling? For our baby to watch?”

Giggling, the man kissed Soohyun’s cheek resting on his shoulder and started walking. With each broad step, the cock buried between pale cheeks slipped in and out.

“Mmh…”

Even without Soohyun’s arm strength, Gi Taeyeon’s tight hold kept the cock half-inserted. Yet, broken moans spilled from the embraced omega. His walls quivered, craving the alpha’s cock.

“Hnk!”

But the cock stirring his walls slid out as Soohyun’s back hit the bed.

“Haa, hff, ngh…”

Soohyun panted. His trembling body writhed uncontrollably, the shower robe slipping off one arm. Oversized—Gi Taeyeon’s, not his—it let him go easily.

The man climbed onto the bed, grabbed his soft cheeks, and thrust his tongue inside. Soohyun, about to loop his arms around Gi Taeyeon’s neck, stopped, sliding his hands to the man’s back again. The snake, slithering with the muscles, lingered in his mind.

“Really wanna see it.”

Breaking the kiss, the man grinned.

“Put up a mirror?”

Curious how it moves with Director… But a ceiling mirror in the bedroom felt bizarre. Soohyun, catching his breath, shook his head.

“No, hnk, don’t want it.”

“Why not?”

“Lying under a mirror, I’d see, ngh, me and you, not the ceiling. Too weird to sleep.”

“Fussy as fuck.”

It wasn’t Soohyun being fussy—the man’s idea was odd. His face must’ve shown it, as Gi Taeyeon laughed, parting Soohyun’s thighs to dive in. Soohyun subtly closed his knees, dodging, and flipped onto his stomach.

“What’s this?”

“Wanna do it from behind today.”

The hand on his inner thigh paused briefly. A vague hunch became certain.

He’s definitely avoiding this.

Soohyun’s first suspicion came during their last rut. Gi Taeyeon, sucking him face-down, seemed ready to thrust but flipped him over abruptly. Too dazed to notice then, and the hesitation passed too fast to catch, but post-rut, the question resurfaced like residue.

Why not from behind?

Soohyun hadn’t cared much about positions. Keeping up with Gi Taeyeon’s pace was exhausting enough, and pleasure overwhelmed any thought. But wondering if Gi Taeyeon avoided doggy style made it nag at him. It wasn’t like they’d never done it from behind—standing, yes, but never fully prone.

They say love’s better in varied positions…

Flipping over was to test his buried suspicion. Feeling the pause, Soohyun knew he was right. Gi Taeyeon hesitating during sex? Unheard of, unless to tease.

“Protesting?”

Gi Taeyeon’s sardonic tone came as he tried to flip him back. Soohyun braced his knees and arms, gripping the sheets.

“Not that…”

“Then what?”

What to say? With no time to think, Soohyun blurted.

“They say, uh, from behind goes deeper—feels better!”

“Who says?”

“…TV.”

He vaguely recalled it, not the show, but his hasty excuse was unsalvageable, so he threw out anything.

“Watching weird shit again.”

He couldn’t say, I think you’re avoiding this. Should he ask outright? A brief debate hit. But even if they’d discuss it someday, now wasn’t right. First, solve the issue.

First time’s hard, second’s easy.

This wasn’t tough for Soohyun. He knew Gi Taeyeon wouldn’t force him. Even in the mind-blanking rut, he’d been fine—why fear a position?

“Anyway, I wanna do it from behind. I seduced you, so I get what I want… Ngh!”

Before finishing, a hand slid up his inner thigh. His gaping hole, just holding the cock, twitched.

“Sure, our Soohyun caught a rare summer cold.”

“Ahh…”

The finger rubbing his perineum grazed the flushed folds, then slipped inside. Slick with fluids, the walls hugged the thick finger, sucking wetly. The hole quivered, eager for more.

“Been a while—doggy style’s not bad.”

Cold eyes briefly fixed on Soohyun’s dark nape. Gi Taeyeon saw through the small head’s thoughts. The reason for flipping was obvious.

He only realized he’d unconsciously avoided doggy style when Soohyun went prone. Or rather, when he boldly said he wanted it.

Didn’t think about it. Staring at the hole squirming around his finger, he squinted. He’d spread Soohyun’s cheeks plenty, so claiming he’d avoided it would be a lie. But he’d never used his cock in this raised-ass position—tongue, yes.

Still, if his Fuzz-face lover was offering his ass, no reason to refuse.

Gi Taeyeon moved his wrist harder. Loosened by the cock, the walls took four fingers easily. Shoving until the thin skin between thumb and forefinger caught, wet friction popped, fluids splattering.

“Haa, hff! Ngh!”

The sharp moan matched the fluid grazing his cheek. Gi Taeyeon licked the juice near his lips. A faint cherry scent teased his appetite.

“Faster, mmh!”

Soohyun glanced back pleadingly. Meeting his flushed face, Gi Taeyeon swallowed a curse, pulled his hand out, grabbed the hips, and rammed his cock in.

“Ah!”

Half-inserted, it hit tight flesh—the spot he’d paused at while carrying Soohyun.

“Hff…”

Gi Taeyeon exhaled lazily, spreading the ass around his cock. The taut, twitching hole looked good. Rubbing where veins bulged, Soohyun shuddered, moaning as his hips jerked.

“Hnk… Director, ngh, faster…”

“Fuck, the aegyo.”

Grabbing the hips, Gi Taeyeon pulled back. The walls clung stickily, but he detached, then slammed down fast, not giving the heated flesh a moment to miss him.

Thwack!

“Aht!”

He didn’t stop until fully sheathed. They’d fucked countless times—Soohyun could handle this. Releasing pheromones brazenly, he thrust fiercely. Each upward drive battered the unpierced depths, forcing the walls to yield.

“Ahh, ah, aah!”

“Haa…”

Sweat beading, Gi Taeyeon swept back his hair, focusing on fucking. Soohyun’s pale legs and soft ass slapped his thighs, reddening with sticky smacks.

The hole, stretched round the dark shaft, shifted with each thrust, wet with fluids, contracting. Beyond the plump ass, a grooved spine, straight shoulders, flushed nape, and dark hair painted a vivid scene.

A sudden, indescribable thirst surged.

“Nh!”

Coarse hair scraped his ass, perineum, and thin skin around the hole, but Gi Taeyeon didn’t care, burying his cock to the hilt. Bending over as if to hide Soohyun, his braced left arm tensed, veins sharp.

“Fuzz-face.”

“Ahh, mm, too, deep…”

Unable to bear it, Soohyun’s shoulders collapsed, hands fumbling at his stomach. Gi Taeyeon smirked, grabbing the pale cheek.

“Behind’s, ha, deeper—better, right?”

“No, nh, noo…”

Tears spilled from pleasure-hazed eyes. Knowing it wasn’t pain, Gi Taeyeon kissed, lapping every drop.

Such a pain. He’d never found doggy style inconvenient, but not seeing Soohyun’s face clearly annoyed him.

“No? Haa, what’s, not?”

His words broke with each thrust. Unlike Soohyun’s whimpers about depth, the walls devoured his cock. Maybe the slight fever made the slick fluids hotter, gripping his erection eagerly.

“Haa, hff, nh!”

“Hole’s leaking, cock’s leaking.”

Gi Taeyeon released the heated cheek, reaching down. Grabbing the erection, he rubbed the tip, smearing sticky precum. Kneading with fingers, he roughly worked the head. The intense stimulus sank Soohyun’s stomach, walls clamping like they’d snap the cock.

“Ah, hff, ngh! Ah!”

Scratching the sheets, Soohyun barely hooked Gi Taeyeon’s wrist—the only anchor. Tears dripped, saliva drooled. The re-hardened cock, squeezed post-climax, flashed red before his eyes. Pleasure, not fever, seemed to cook his brain.

Sharp pleasure from his cock shot up his spine, hitting his nape.

“Hnk!”

Bracing for the coming wave, he gulped air.

“Aht, why!”

The finger on his tip blocked it. Soohyun trembled, craning back. His collapsed body struggled to hold his neck, but he had to see Gi Taeyeon. Worse, the man straightened, pulling his braced arm, leaving nothing to grip.

“Why? Why else.”

Meeting his eyes, Gi Taeyeon bared his teeth, grinning feral.

“Rolling like a dog—gotta cum together.”

“Hik! Ah, aah, aaah…”

Thud, thwack! Brutal thrusts resumed. Soohyun couldn’t moan properly. Each clash of sweaty thighs, wet friction below, and the cock crushing his walls drew only tear-soaked breaths.

“Hff, fuck, the depths…”

Gi Taeyeon bit off his words. Tension hardened his thighs, stomach, chest, jaw—his whole body.

Maybe the feverish state or deep stimulation, but the walls felt hotter than usual. Softened by relentless fucking, they seemed ready to melt, fused to his cock.

Not even knotting.

Recalling an alpha’s rut, Gi Taeyeon didn’t stop thrusting.

“Aht!”

Unable to take more, Soohyun twisted, tensing his ass. The hole clamped, squeezing the cock fiercely. Delayed climax pierced his skull.

“Ngh…”

Frowning, Gi Taeyeon released the gripped erection. Pouring cum into the heated depths, he furiously stroked Soohyun’s cock.

“Ahh! Ngh! Hngh…”

Pleasure erupted, and Soohyun sobbed, cumming. His slim waist spasmed, the hole twitching, eagerly milking the cock inside.

“Haa…”

Savoring the afterglow, Gi Taeyeon rolled his hips, cock still buried, then slowly pulled out.

“Hnk, nh…”

Even that drew a weak moan. Holding the collapsing body, Gi Taeyeon watched the withdrawing cock and clinging hole. The slick shaft changed hue as it emerged, thick with cum clinging to the tip.

Still swollen post-climax, it stayed hard exiting Soohyun. Gi Taeyeon turned the slumped Soohyun’s shoulder, biting the panting lips mercilessly. He wanted to tongue that wet mouth, but Soohyun’s exhaustion held him back.

“Haa, hff, ngh…”

Soohyun, trembling like a newborn herbivore, raised shaky arms, cupping Gi Taeyeon’s cheeks. Gi Taeyeon quietly watched his young lover.

“Ppo…”

“Ppo?”

“Kiss, nh, wanna…”

Too weak to lift his head, Soohyun begged for a kiss.

Not even a kiss—a peck.

Absurd, but Gi Taeyeon chuckled softly.

“Still a baby?”

Saying so, he leaned down.

Maybe not asked but wanted, Soohyun pursed his lips, pecking with a smack, then slipped in his tongue.

Look at this.

Charmed by the sly aegyo, Gi Taeyeon opened his mouth. The small, hot tongue darted in, satisfying as always.

🍑

“Warm…”

Soohyun mumbled the word dazedly. Feeling warm, he said it, sensing Gi Taeyeon’s amused reaction. Held close, even small shifts carried clearly.

“Not me—Seo Soohyun’s warm.”

A big hand touched his forehead. After rolling with Gi Taeyeon and bathing again, his body felt slightly warm.

“No fever spike.”

“I’m all better.”

Limp against the bare chest, Soohyun lifted himself slightly. Sitting against the headboard, Gi Taeyeon held him. Putting strength in his waist wasn’t hard.

“Better, my ass.”

Gi Taeyeon furrowed his brow, as if Soohyun spouted nonsense. The hand on his forehead slid to his cheeks, squeezing.

“Still got a slight fever.”

“That’s true, but sleep tonight, and I’ll be fine tomorrow.”

Seo Soohyun kept talking, despite the grip on his jaw.

“They say sweating with a low fever shakes off a cold. Don’t believe in soju with chili powder, but sweating feels okay.”

That sweating cured colds was folklore, but tonight, he felt a good sleep would clear it. Just a hunch.

“Who drinks soju with chili powder?”

Gi Taeyeon raised his brow, like it was absurd. Grew up in Seoul—first time hearing it?

“Village grandpas said it. Grandma called it nonsense, so I didn’t buy it. And when sick, yuzu or ginger tea’s way better.”

Now he thought yuzu tea worked for its vitamins. Orange juice helped this time—vitamins must be key.

“Anyway, by morning, I’ll be fine. Feels right, body’s good.”

Nicely drowsy, sleep would come easy. He’d stayed alert through sex and Gi Taeyeon’s washing, but now sleepiness hit.

Still, less intense than usual. Kissing led to more, so not just once, but quicker than normal. Even nearly recovered, the fever worried Gi Taeyeon, ending early.

So, post-bath, Soohyun’s eyes were unusually clear. Body and mind languid, eyelids would soon drop, but the moment felt so happy, he wanted to talk more with Gi Taeyeon.

Oh, talk.

Soohyun recalled the delayed topic. The issue resolved, it was time to discuss.

Sitting on Gi Taeyeon’s lap, his view was slightly higher. Staring, Gi Taeyeon quirked a brow, asking why.

“Was it okay earlier?”

“What.”

“Sex.”

“Too quick? Wanna go again?”

Facing him, the hand on his waist slid to his butt. Post-cold, he wore thin pajamas, not bare or in underwear, but he wasn’t dull enough to miss the pat.

“Not that—when I was face-down.”

“Don’t recall pounding you good?”

“You paused a bit before.”

Soohyun studied the slight frown. Face-down, he hadn’t seen Gi Taeyeon’s face, but felt the man caught his intent instantly.

“I don’t want you worrying about that day.”

You knew why I flipped.

Seo Soohyun added softly, as if he’d never paused.

“Didn’t seem like you worried much.”

Avoiding that position felt less like care, more unconscious. That’s the Gi Taeyeon he knew.

“Anyway, you apologized…”

Hm. Soohyun chose his words slowly.

“You were drugged, right? Sure, I had no fault, so you had to apologize.”

Whoever drugged him probably got roughed up bad.

Why drug Director anyway? The late question hit, but Gi Taeyeon likely didn’t ask why while dealing with them, so Soohyun stayed on track.

“It’s long past for me—forgotten. But during the last rut, you seemed mindful, so I’m saying just in case. Wanting it from behind was to solve it first.”

“Solve?”

Silent till now, Gi Taeyeon spoke.

“You thought I couldn’t do it that way? Felt bad? So you tried it like then?”

“Not exactly, but kinda…”

Gi Taeyeon chuckled, not looking away. Soohyun’s reckless flip to ease his guilt was funny, yet oddly touching.

He hadn’t dwelled on what he did to Soohyun in that small room by the old mart. The memory blurred, and recovering it while facing a heat-struck Soohyun let it slide.

When Soohyun demanded an apology, it was the same. Gi Taeyeon had never apologized to anyone. Even a half-hearted one was a first. Not that he regretted or felt guilty.

A clean end—nothing more, nothing less. He was busy wooing Soohyun.

“Should I be grateful?”

And he didn’t regret it now.

“If you’re grateful, say thanks.”

It got him Seo Soohyun, didn’t it?

Never feeling sorry, he couldn’t tell if this odd sensation was guilt toward Soohyun. But he didn’t regret his past—almost thankful for the drugged self heading to the mart.

“If you’re thankful or sorry, don’t hide it—say it. They say be honest, but not always wise. But thanks and sorry—nothing bad comes from saying them.”

Without that day, would Seo Soohyun be in his arms now?

Gi Taeyeon knew Soohyun had practically fallen into his lap. Not just confessing first—letting him into his space, showing joy, embracing him, and finally saying he loved him.

If not…

Would he have let Soohyun go?

Gi Taeyeon wondered how things would differ if Soohyun hadn’t confessed or given his heart.

Not much, probably. He’d have kept him here somehow.

Just without Soohyun snuggling, chattering like now.

“Oh, love too.”

Yawning sleepily, Soohyun added, as if just remembering. Droopy eyes mimicked a beaming smile. Gi Taeyeon tapped the smiling cheek, an unconscious move.

“Think you already know.”

“What?”

Gi Taeyeon rolled his tongue lazily.

“That I fucking love Seo Soohyun.”

He might not feel sorry, but love was crystal clear.

The difference was stark.

Gi Taeyeon felt a tickling sensation daily—new, like guilt or regret. But unlike those, it ambushed him constantly, so he knew its name clearly.

And he wasn’t one to deny his feelings.

“I love you too, Director.”

“Know that.”

That’s why he stayed nestled close.

“I know you love me. Hm, thinking about it, love doesn’t need words—it’s felt enough.”

Happiness bubbling from his toes, Soohyun kissed Gi Taeyeon’s lips, beaming.

Kissing during sex or now, chatting—it was pure bliss. Solving a nagging issue made the night sweeter.

After the light kiss, he pulled back, but a big hand cupped his head, pulling him in brazenly. Their parted lips met again, breaths mingling with heat.

“Mmh…”

Soohyun let out a soft moan, closing his eyes. The sleep he’d fought gently pushed out the simmering fever, body and mind growing languid.

“Falling asleep mid-kiss?”

A low, amused voice reached his fading awareness.

A small realization hit Soohyun. It wasn’t warm baths or encroaching sleep chasing the fever—it was the man holding him.

Gi Taeyeon’s warmth was stealing his fever away.