Strategic Mating Partner Chapter 46

“Heuah, eu, eugh….”

Breathing roughly, supplying oxygen to his brain, was all the struggling Taehyun could manage. He was completely unaware that he was letting out animalistic moans. His whole body felt like it had become a set of genitals just to receive the pleasure Sejin gave him. Following that, Sejin also scattered himself inside Taehyun, thrusting his hips rapidly, and a frothy mixture of semen bubbled and flowed out from between their joined parts. As if it was a waste for even that much to leak out, Sejin languidly rubbed his hips, spreading it over Taehyun’s perineum. The abs that bulged, revealing the volume of his own thing inside, the nipples that stood erect, begging for his touch, and the handsome cock that swayed mindlessly above his navel—he loved it all. Everything that made up Taehyun was so lovely that he wanted to kiss him right away.

However, he knew well that he shouldn’t. Not yet. Not until he realized that he could not live without him. Until then, this filthy heart had to be a secret from him. Sejin stared, mesmerized, at Taehyun, who, as the thrusting slowed a little, started to lift his own hips, begging for a rougher insertion.

“Hyung, you’re really… hah….”

Sejin felt an momentarily unbearable impulse. He wanted to engrave his traces on Taehyun’s body. He wanted to cum inside him over and over so that he would carry and nurture his seed. He had taken the medicine, so of course, that would not happen, but the thought of Taehyun, with a swollen belly carrying his child, carefully cradling it while begging for his cock, was so good it made his face burn. If Taehyun were to have a child, it would be better if it resembled Taehyun more than himself. Just imagining the scene of his own flesh and blood, with a face similar to Taehyun’s, spending a happy time with Taehyun made heat rise to his head. As Sejin’s face reflexively turned beet red, a question appeared on Taehyun’s face. Surprised, Sejin covered his own face with the back of his hand and began to roughly pick up the pace again.

“Ah, eung….”

Taehyun let out another breathy moan, wrapping his arms around Sejin’s nape and drinking in Sejin’s scent. The sweet and fresh fragrance prevented any worries from surfacing. Sejin gently rubbed Taehyun’s newly erect nipple with his fingers while thrusting his hips.

“It feels good, eung, Sejin-ah….”

The pet name, the lips he couldn’t swallow, he loved it all. In Sejin’s world, it was the only thing he wanted, and at the same time, the one thing he didn’t yet possess.

🤺

“……”

Just like before, Taehyun, who only came to his senses around dawn, stared at the ceiling with blurry eyes. This is driving me crazy, for real. How on earth did his attempt to relax and take away some of the force end up exciting Sejin even more? This time, his entire body ached as if it had been truly shattered. Though, after he gets a proper night’s sleep, he won’t feel any pain due to the pheromones’ analgesic effect. Looking at Sejin sleeping next to him, breathing softly and evenly, he somehow felt pissed off. That bastard needs to be fucked from behind once too. Only then will he know how hard this is. Taehyun had a sudden strange thought before immediately shaking his head.

Forget it. Against him? What am I thinking…. His face was so delicate that it wouldn’t be strange to feel a stir of attraction. But the idea just didn’t seem to fit. In fact, it felt a little unpleasant. Taehyun looked at Sejin sleeping next to him with a smooth, glossy face, then pulled the blanket over his head with a sigh. Well, whatever. The problem being that it feels too good is probably better than the problem of it being painful or unpleasant. For a moment, a chill went down his spine as he worried, what if, just as I feared, I become unable to feel anything without this kind of excessive and rough sex? But drowsiness quickly washed over him. It was Taehyun’s strength that he didn’t take damage from most things and would just forget them. Things like this were nothing compared to the other self-inflicted wounds that Taehyun would never be able to shed.

‘……’

See, I’m having strange thoughts again just because I’m awake. Taehyun suddenly thought of his father, from whom he hadn’t heard in over a year, and clicked his tongue. This was one of those ‘most things’. The real problem was that. And the next problem was this. Taehyun pointlessly wiggled his left foot and buried his face in the pillow. It’s fine. This time, there were really no signs at all. It doesn’t throb, and there’s no pulling or stiffness. So even if he enters the competition venue, it won’t cause any problems. As for everything else, he just had to do as he had practiced countless times until now.

‘They’re all opponents I’ve beaten at least once, anyway.’

Even if they weren’t, they were all athletes ranked far below him. He knew it was better to think that way and be a little more relaxed, but it didn’t work out as he intended. But what if it happens again? What if the injury relapses right before? What if I have to forfeit again without even getting to fight properly? Negative assumptions followed one after another. It wasn’t an irrational suspicion either. Not just Taehyun, but many athletes had foolishly missed out on the medal right in front of them for the same reason.

“Hah….”

Taehyun felt a chill spread from his fingertips again and washed his face dryly under the blanket. The sleep that had been just on the verge of coming was instantly gone. I should have just fallen back asleep quickly instead of having weird thoughts. As Taehyun tossed and turned with belated regret, Sejin, who had been breathing quietly and evenly the whole time, suddenly opened his eyes.

“Can’t you sleep?”

“Huh? Uh, uh….”

Taehyun flinched in surprise, shrinking his shoulders, and let out an awkward laugh. Sejin looked at Taehyun, who was bundled up in the blanket in the darkness, and spoke.

“If you’re uncomfortable with me next to you, I’ll go sleep in another room.”

Then he abruptly got up and tried to straighten the sheets, so Taehyun, flustered, threw off the blanket and got up to stop Sejin.

“Ah, no, it’s fine! Just stay.”

At that, Sejin stared intently at Taehyun’s face. A handsome face, pale and with beads of cold sweat on the forehead. Sejin gazed at Taehyun’s manly features for a long while before lying back down on the bed with an unreadable expression.

“Then hurry up and go back to sleep. It’ll be morning soon, and you’re going to the center to train tomorrow anyway.”

Then he unceremoniously pulled Taehyun down to lie beside him and forcibly covered his eyes with his palm.

“What are you doing.”

“Because it looks like you’ll just keep staying awake and thinking about other things.”

“No, I won’t.”

“……”

Instead of answering, Sejin, seuk, moved over and snuggled up next to Taehyun. He didn’t particularly link arms or hold hands, he just came closer and rested his head on Taehyun’s shoulder. It’s not like he’s some dog or cat nudging you with its butt first. The light, flyaway hair tickled his ear, making him laugh.

“Hah….”

It was a sigh of a distinctly different kind from the one he had let out a moment ago. Taehyun tried to ignore Sejin’s hair and body heat, but eventually, he burst out laughing, puhaha, and sat up.

“Hey, wait, your hair is so fine it’s super ticklish. Ahaha….”

Then, with a complete lack of mood, he scratched his own neck roughly with his fingernails and moved away as if to escape, causing Sejin to put on a displeased expression again as he returned to his spot.

“Fine, then.”

Then he turned his back on Taehyun and lay down as if he was sulking too, but that gesture was such an obvious protest that Taehyun ended up laughing again.

“No, it’s okay now. I scratched it once, so it’s not ticklish. Hurry up and come over here.”

“I said it’s fine.”

At Sejin’s blunt reply, Taehyun, hwik, snatched the back of Sejin’s neck and pulled it next to his own head. Caught off guard by the strong grip, Sejin, unable to even think of resisting, was pulled along and stared at Taehyun with wide eyes. Taehyun grinned, pulling up the corners of his mouth, and said.

“I won’t tease you anymore, so let’s sleep.”

Then, as if it were nothing, he lay down straight on his back and tried to go to sleep. Sejin was relieved that Taehyun had regained his brazen face, but he also felt unsettled. Taehyun’s attitude was still that of someone who didn’t see him as an alpha in the slightest. Just a moment ago, he was so intoxicated by his pheromones that he couldn’t resist at all, letting out high-pitched moans while being pierced from below, so how could he be so nonchalant. Sejin, unable to shake the feeling that time was passing too quickly, slowly closed his eyes. Not yet. I can’t be impatient yet.

Hoo, Sejin closed his eyes, listening to the sound of Taehyun’s breathing, who had already fallen asleep again. Even though he was right next to him, he still felt so far away.