The Smell of Something Fishy Chapter 14.2 - extra 3: the language of birds

“Ah, ah…!”

His hips move on their own. Twitching and writhing, his buttocks dance up and down in a frenzied rhythm.

Between the parted lips of Yeonseo’s hole, stretched as wide as the man’s cock, a dark red pillar slides in and out shallowly. A chilly breeze brushes the nape of Tae Shinju’s neck. Consumed by overwhelming pleasure, Yeonseo is a disheveled mess, goosebumps rising on his skin.

“Ha… this is insane.”

Tae Shinju interlocks his fingers with Yeonseo’s, pinning both of his hands to the bed while rubbing the tip of his cock against Yeonseo’s core.

“Haa, hng, haaa!”

Yeonseo’s trembling intensifies. Splurt, splurt! Finally, the stubborn cock releases its load, the texture so thin it’s almost like a fountain of water.

Tae Shinju instinctively restrains his movements. Even in the already tight passage, he feeds his cock in slowly. Hooking his arms under Yeonseo’s knees and leaning forward, Yeonseo’s hips lift halfway into the air.

“Eung!”

“Hey, Mr. Yeonseo.”

“Haak! Ah! Hnng, haaang!”

“Shh, calm down, baby. Your husband’s calling you.”

Thud, thud, thud!

“Hnng…!”

“Today, you’re meeting your father, huh—did you plant an eel in your hole for that?”

Squelch, squelch, slurp…

“To give your husband some energy?”

Slap!

“Aaang!”

Yeonseo flails his calves. Whenever intense pleasure hits, his habit of squeezing his eyes shut or thrashing his limbs kicks in without fail. The lingering pleasure from his climax hasn’t even subsided, amplified by Tae Shinju’s cunning restriction of his hip movements.

‘My… my body feels strange.’

Why is this happening? Was something different today? Even after receiving load after load, the itch inside him drives him mad.

He thought climaxing would calm it down, but no. Instead, the partial release only brought hunger and thirst rushing in.

Huff, huff…

The outside guest is already forgotten. His resolve not to do this with a guest present crumbles far too easily.

All that dominates his hazy mind is pleasure. Tae Shinju’s thrusting cock and cum. Body heat and fervor.

Those things seize his reason, leaving him consumed with wringing every drop from the man’s cock.

“…!”

Then, without warning, Tae Shinju pulls out his cock. After withdrawing even the tip completely, he pierces the concave hole an inch below.

“Hnng!”

“Huk…!”

Squelch, splurt, drip.

Though he thrusts into the back entrance, love juices pour from the wide-open front hole. Not only that, but yellow liquid spurts intermittently from the re-erected cock. A fleeting moment of clarity returns to Yeonseo, who shakes his head with a tearful expression.

“Sh-Shinju, Mr. Shinju, no—”

“Too late.”

Crack!

As if to prevent the timid one from escaping, Tae Shinju releases the interlocked hands and grabs Yeonseo’s shoulders, pulling him down. As expected, the body trying to rise is blocked by force, yielding its depths.

“Aaa…!”

Yeonseo lets out a cry-like scream. This time, the insertion is so deep their pubic hair touches.

The front hole had taken it deep enough, but it’s nothing compared to the back. The rear entrance, unforgiving in its demands, always swallows him to the root. When the narrow, curving inner walls grip the head of the man’s cock, love juices, cum, and piss leak out, staining the entire area.

“Huk, hng…”

Tae Shinju, breathing heavily, pulls Yeonseo into a tight embrace. He shifts positions, seating him on his lap, and greedily sucks on the plump flesh.

“Haaang! Hng, ah! Hnng!”

The soft flesh hardens under a few licks. It’s a remarkable change compared to before. The flesh has noticeably thickened since then, making it impossible to undress in public. That was Tae Shinju’s intention.

Savoring the dangerously sweet flesh, he props a pillow against the bed’s headboard. Leaning Yeonseo against it, he begins kneading the breast flesh in earnest. With his freed hands, he teases the nipples, gathering the mounds to the center and rapidly alternating licks between them.

“Hak, haak…”

The sensation of being toyed with by the man’s hands and mouth hits vividly.

Yeonseo, panting heavily, wraps his arms around the man’s head. It’s a recently formed habit. The moment that lascivious tongue flicks the nipple or pursed lips suck it in, a sense of urgency compels him to hold onto something.

Or perhaps it’s the strange pleasure, as if his very soul is being sucked out.

Honestly, he lacks the energy to even moan. The subtle thrusts from below already drain him, and with both breasts being ravaged, his body and senses feel broken.

Yet, at the same time, it feels like returning to before the pregnancy.

His swollen belly prevents him from moving his hips as freely as before, and his body’s shape has changed significantly. Still, when Tae Shinju desires him unchangingly, it feels like nothing has changed. It’s as if he’s still flat-bellied, pressed against Tae Shinju’s abdomen, lingering in that moment.

Perhaps because there’s less surface area to touch now, he’s developed a habit of actively embracing him.

“Hnng… damn. Baby, what are we gonna do with you?”

Lost in the flesh, Tae Shinju suddenly chuckles. He tugs at the hardened nipple, then grips the entire mound tightly.

“Your baby mama’s hole should be just soft enough, but… this is so delicious I might get addicted.”

“Hng… ah!”

Yeonseo thrashes his legs again. Tae Shinju lays him at an angle, sucking the flesh even deeper. He inhales until his cheeks hollow, crushing the swollen mound with his tongue as if to burst it.

“I don’t think I’ll easily forget the taste of this pregnant hole. What should we do, Mr. Yeonseo? Keep getting pregnant?”

“Haang, aaang! Hak!”

Unable to hold back, Yeonseo throws his head back. His impatient body convulses, reaching climax. At the same time, his rear hole receives the man’s fresh seed.

Splurt, splurt!

“Hnng!”

Despite cumming, Tae Shinju’s erection doesn’t subside. It still pounds the depths with ferocious intensity. If bruises could form inside, every spot grazed and battered by his cock would be black and blue.

That should hurt, but somehow his body only grows more sensitive.

Delicious enough to get addicted?

Yeonseo wants to throw those words back at him. Pregnant or not, he’s the one in trouble for loving sex too much. He can’t go a day without tasting Tae Shinju. The truly delicious one is that man.

His body has become one that can’t endure a moment without him.

“Aaaat!”

The delicious yet ferocious man charges fiercely. Smooch, smooch. Instead of switching sides, he fixates on one mound.

The nipple, swollen beyond measure, stings with a sharp pain at its core. Yeonseo belatedly hunches his shoulders, but his arm is caught, and even his armpit is devoured. Scolding follows.

“You’re eating so well, so why block it? I didn’t take you for such a stingy guy, Mr. Yeonseo. With all the cum I’m pouring into your hole, you could at least let me lick an empty milk jug.”

“M-Milk, milk—”

Milk jug? Yeonseo’s jaw drops at the embarrassing term.

Tae Shinju snorts.

“If no milk’s coming out of those suckers yet, they’re empty jugs, aren’t they?”

He chews the red bud relentlessly, as if continued sucking and biting will make milk flow.

With words like that, Yeonseo can’t resist. He whimpers faintly, hoping for mercy.

Did his desperate prayer reach him?

“….”

Tae Shinju suddenly stops moving. The hands rubbing his skin and the lips obsessively caressing him withdraw, staring intently at the tormented nipple. A deep furrow creases his brow, as if it’s a serious matter.

“…Sh-Shinju…?”

“Shh.”

He presses a finger to his lips, signaling silence. Yeonseo, startled by the sudden shift in mood, nods with a bewildered expression.

In the tense moment, the man slowly reaches for the nipple. His touch is extraordinarily cautious. Using only his index and thumb, he pinches the plump bud.

Drip…

A milky liquid seeps from the trapped bud. To ensure it’s not a mistake, Tae Shinju wipes it on the blanket and squeezes again. A clearer droplet forms.

It’s milk.

“…!”

Stammer, stammer.

Yeonseo’s mind goes blank, his mouth agape.

Tae Shinju sucks the freshly expressed milk. Not satisfied, he licks the nipple twice, thrice, then smiles brightly with certainty. His eyes and lips curve so fully it’s almost angelic.

“Haha, milk! Good job.”

“….”

“Well done, Mr. Yeonseo. You’ve read my heart.”

He envelops the frozen Yeonseo in a tight embrace, kissing his features softly with an expectant gaze.

“But you know, baby daddy has to feed every two hours, right?”

“….”

Yeonseo averts his eyes from the overly bright expression.

Pervert…

In conclusion, the milk changes much of their island life pattern. It’s fair to say it brought diversification.

For instance, if the previous routine was “meal, exercise, sex, meal, sleep, petting,” it’s now “meal, nursing, exercise, nursing, leisure, meal, bath.” Other activities fill the time once spent constantly entwined.

Does that mean they stopped penetrative sex? No. They still do it, just not as ravenously as before. Sometimes they lie together, bodies merely connected.

As promised, Tae Shinju nurses from Yeonseo every two or three hours, even when little milk comes. He kneads the soft flesh, smells it, licks, and sucks with dedication.

—Now that milk’s showing, shouldn’t we train those jugs quickly?

That’s his excuse, but Yeonseo doesn’t take it seriously. To him, Tae Shinju just loves this bizarre chest.

“The sun’s strong today…”

‘Should we skip exercise?’

Adjusting to Yeonseo’s increased morning sleep, breakfast is late morning. After ample rest, they try light exercise or a walk past noon.

Exercise is usually swimming. Tae Shinju’s long history with it, plus its benefits for pregnancy, makes it the choice. Walks involve leaving the estate to the beach, taking about the same time as swimming.

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh… did your meeting go well?”

“So-so.”

Baek Heonjae had visited around breakfast. For some important matter, Tae Shinju unusually left Yeonseo alone. On the island, he never asked Yeonseo to step aside or changed locations for business.

Habits are scary; waiting alone for him now feels awkward.

‘It feels empty.’

“You haven’t answered my question.”

“Uh… just waiting for you, Mr. Shinju.”

Yeonseo hesitates but answers honestly. Telling him not to leave him alone feels too much. Saying he waited should be fine.

Tae Shinju stares at Yeonseo. Then he kisses his flushed cheek.

“…Is this lingering or clingy?”

Muttering, he moves to his lips, continuing the kiss.

Yeonseo, nestled in his warm embrace, smiles shyly. Though a bit embarrassing, he’s glad he expressed his feelings. Tae Shinju always responds—with expressions, words, or actions.

This man loves me.

Realizing it in such a small way is profoundly moving. Frankly, Tae Shinju isn’t the type to constantly say “I love you.” Instead, he shows it with frequent kisses, holding hands, and sleeping with Yeonseo in his arms. Despite his eloquence, his core expressions are actions, not words.

Yeonseo trusts Tae Shinju’s love because his actions are unambiguous. At some point, his behavior stopped confusing him. If “not allowing ambiguity with a lover” is his way of showing love, Yeonseo resolves to express his own feelings to ease Tae Shinju’s anxieties.

Enduring silently isn’t always the answer.

“Mmm…”

After a light, breathy kiss, they lean together on the sofa. Yeonseo sits in Tae Shinju’s arms, facing the same direction. The sofa is large enough for Tae Shinju to stretch his legs.

Yeonseo leans against his lover’s chest like a backrest, placing a hand on his belly. Tae Shinju’s hand is already there, waiting.

‘At first, he grabbed my chest to support me…’

Then he’d fuss about wiping the slight milk leakage, tormenting the nipples.

But when he placed his hand on Yeonseo’s belly and felt the baby’s high-five, things changed. Perhaps anticipating that coincidence or cherishing that kick, he began stroking the belly gently.

If Yeonseo had to pick, the belly was his favorite. It made him feel warm, sharing the anticipation of the baby with Tae Shinju.

The babies are quiet today, probably sleeping.

“Come to think of it, it’s been a while since we saw the kids.”

“Yeah… probably.”

“Thinking of them, we should head out soon.”

It’s been two weeks. Ultrasounds don’t reveal much to him, but he’s curious about how much the babies have grown.

Tae Shinju overlaps Yeonseo’s hand on his belly, kneading the smaller hand gently. Then he brings the right hand to his lips, kissing the back.

Yeonseo’s cheeks flush predictably. Recognizing “action-expressed love” makes even small touches impossible to dismiss. It’s always been this way, but now he’s hyper-aware.

In truth, Tae Shinju touches Yeonseo all day—not just during sex or petting but while walking, sitting, or bathing, always holding him. Kisses on various body parts are countless, perhaps even unconscious.

Maybe that’s why. Despite missing the kids, he doesn’t want to leave this place.

Even repetitive routines aren’t boring. Tae Shinju’s constant closeness means Yeonseo can fully claim his beloved, too.

It’s like they’re desperately filling the time they were apart, demanding and desiring each other repeatedly.

Like hunger. An unfillable void in their subconscious.

This space can only be filled, bit by bit, through each other. That’s why they hold and hold again. Joining their separate bodies brings a stronger sense of certainty and fulfillment, patching the empty hollows.

Tae Shinju is now nibbling Yeonseo’s hand and fingers. Yeonseo quietly moves his other hand to cover Tae Shinju’s left. Thump, the babies wake at the perfect moment.

Tae Shinju pauses.

“Uh… how’s the house being built in America?”

‘Embarrassing…’

Initiating contact still feels awkward. That’s probably why Tae Shinju pauses each time.

Smooch. His lips move to Yeonseo’s temple and cheek. His right arm wraps under Yeonseo’s chest, deepening the embrace.

“What exactly are you curious about?”

His breath brushes Yeonseo’s ear. The low, scraping voice sends shivers down his spine.

“Uh… what it looks like, or… hnng…”

“Hmm. Where to start…”

Yeonseo covers his ears. The voice and breath piercing his eardrums are too stimulating. It’d be one thing if lips didn’t touch, but the occasional nibbling and kissing make his legs twist and his insides itch unconsciously.

Tae Shinju, pressing his lips to Yeonseo’s hand, laughs.

“What’s this trick now?”

From hand to cheek, then lips—it happens quickly.

“Mmm…”

Smooch, smooch, smooch. A brief tangle of tongues, then pulling back, repeating several times. Unconsciously, Yeonseo shifts to a position easier for kissing. As Tae Shinju strokes his back, Yeonseo wraps his hand around the man’s nape, feeling the heat.

His mind is hazy. Languid and blissful, he wants to stay like this forever.

“Park Yeonseo.”

The man suddenly calls his name. Yeonseo blinks in response. Then lips land on his nose and eyelids.

“Park Yeonseo…”

He calls again. Yeonseo doesn’t answer, not out of shyness but because he knows it’s not a call expecting a reply.

Park Yeonseo is here.

He’s just affirming that fact by saying it.

Living together, Yeonseo realized Tae Shinju often repeats his name to ground himself in the moment. The nightmares are gone, and “we” are basking in peace now.

‘…So lovable.’

This grown man seems young in these moments. Is it rude to think so? Regardless, Yeonseo knows what he must say now.

He cups the face he once hesitated to touch, meeting his eyes. The face, docile in his hands, is strangely melancholic. The usual playful mischief is gone, replaced by soulful eyes stirring a protective urge.

A protective urge for this man? Unbelievable, but true.

“Mr. Shinju… are you happy?”

The pitch-black eyes widened for a moment. His breath seemed to stop as he froze briefly before slowly softening. By the time he pulled Yeonseo’s forehead to meet his own, those eyes had nearly vanished behind the curve of his lids.

“Yeah.”

A gentle smile. His expression was utterly serene. And so, Yeonseo could finally overcome his shyness.

“…I love you.”

“Me too.”

Oh, the sensation of a heart being filled—how could it be so utterly blissful?

That afternoon, they strolled along the beach. The sun had softened a layer, making it bearable. Yeonseo’s skin didn’t tan under harsh sunlight; it reddened and peeled. After one time when he went out bare and got thoroughly cooked, Tae Shinju allowed him clothes whenever they went to the beach.

Of course, Tae Shinju himself was naked.

If sunglasses counted as clothing, he was technically wearing something…

‘…Does he actually hate wearing clothes?’

Back in Korea, Yeonseo had just thought of him as a pervert. But watching him live so freely here, a contrary question arose. Did he love being naked, or did he simply dislike wearing clothes?

Returning to daily life would likely feel awkward for a while. Just looking at him walk proved it. Seeing that massive cock slap against his thighs every day, only for it to be suddenly covered up—wouldn’t that feel strange?

“What’s that look… feeling deprived?”

“Huh?”

Yeonseo snapped his head up. Tae Shinju was looking down at him with a serious expression.

“You’ve been eyeing my cock like you’re licking it. Are you short on sex?”

“…!”

How could he ask something like that…?

Yeonseo’s every hole gaped in shock. His jaw hit the floor. Following the “Mr. Yeonseo’s a pervert” comment, this was pure shock.

“Hmm. Could be. I’ve been so focused on sucking your milk that I haven’t tended to your hole, have I?”

“N-No, no! It’s, it’s fine, really.”

Even to his own ears, his voice trembled. Those persistent eyes made his thighs twitch, but he tried to ignore it. The frequency of penetration had lessened, but the amount of love juice gushing when his breasts were sucked hadn’t changed much.

“Then why are you ogling my cock like that? It’s embarrassing.”

“E-Embarrassing… you were embarrassed?”

His words were so surprising that Yeonseo couldn’t help but question him. Tae Shinju raised an eyebrow.

“Of course. I have shame too, you know.”

“Oh…”

“…‘Oh’?”

His refined eyes narrowed sharply, on the verge of sparking. Yeonseo, startled, quickly bowed.

“I’m, I’m sorry!”

“For what.”

“Huh?”

“What did you do wrong?”

He grabbed Yeonseo’s shoulders, pulling him upright. Arms crossed like a prim girl, he pressed for an explanation.

“Uh, well…”

What should he say? Sorry for staring at it? Sorry for assuming you had no shame?

Unaware he was scratching his cheek like a clueless boyfriend, Yeonseo glanced at Tae Shinju nervously. It was rare for him to look so stern. He didn’t often get angry. Hard to believe, but his words must be true.

“Pfft…”

Just as Yeonseo braced for punishment, laughter erupted above him.

“Huh…?”

“Haha… I tried to hold it in, but I can’t. You’ve got to roll your eyes more subtly, huh? What if I end up sucking those eyeballs too?”

No, not that.

As Yeonseo fumbled at his eyes, another burst of laughter followed.

Hearing the laughter, Yeonseo finally relaxed. It was a joke.

‘Phew… that was a scary joke.’

Secretly rubbing his chest, he started walking again. A large hand guided him.

“Legs not hurting? We’ve walked quite a bit.”

“Not yet.”

Yeonseo blushed shyly. If he’d said they hurt, Tae Shinju would’ve scooped him up instantly.

Mid-pregnancy, his limbs often swelled, and Tae Shinju had been massaging them regularly. With milk now coming in, his concern wasn’t unreasonable.

‘Maybe a bit overprotective…’

Was he indulging in spoiled fantasies? Or, having grown up with so little, was he magnifying normal things? After much reflection, the conclusion was the same.

“I want to… walk a bit more.”

He deliberately squeezed the interlocked hand. Holding hands had become as habitual as kissing. Lately, Tae Shinju often touched and held Yeonseo’s hand.

“…Alright.”

There it was again. A slight pause, those softly folding eyes.

And an instant shift in the mood.

“….”

“….”

A heavy silence hung between them as the breeze blew. A warm late-spring wind.

Feeling the breeze wrap around his skin, Yeonseo looked up. Fluffy clouds dotted the sky, and a flock of birds passed by with Tae Shinju in the background.

At first glance, the birds seemed a single flock, but focusing on one point, they were far apart. Some straggled, chasing the group’s tail.

Yeonseo didn’t know the lone bird’s story but suddenly grew curious.

‘Does the trailing bird signal the others to wait?’

Or conversely, do the leading birds signal the straggler?

The isolated bird felt like his old self. No matter how hard he flapped, the distance never closed. Birds have their own circumstances, and with Yeonseo’s limited knowledge, he couldn’t know them. This might be a very human-centric question, but that’s how it felt.

So, is Tae Shinju a bird that flies ahead and waits for him?

‘No, Hyung is…’

A bird that left the flock to fly by his side.

He might not know bird behavior, but he knew Tae Shinju. When Yeonseo said he wanted to walk more, this man slowed his pace and stride to match.

‘Oh…’

Yeonseo suddenly realized. This trip might have been a journey toward Tae Shinju. A “prenatal trip,” but he learned more about his lover than the baby.

“Um… Mr. Shinju.”

“Hm?”

“Thank you… for walking with me.”

“…Don’t mention it.”

Tae Shinju didn’t brush off his sudden words. Yeonseo stopped walking. Hesitantly, he reached out to the man who stopped with him.

“…H-Hold me… please.”

Embarrassing. His face felt like it would burn away.

But wait a moment, and—

“Eep!”

He knew this man would willingly comply.

Tae Shinju lifted Yeonseo effortlessly. A wry chuckle escaped him, and though Yeonseo’s blush deepened, he quickly recovered. Relaxing into the familiar act of holding Tae Shinju’s shoulders for support.

On the way back, Tae Shinju snickered.

“Said you wanted to walk more, but now you can’t? You’re not some puppy collapsed on the road.”

Puppy… Between the overprotection and this, Yeonseo saw how smitten Tae Shinju was.

It was good for him. Yeonseo hoped Tae Shinju would always see him as a “puppy collapsed on the road”—cute and pitiable, someone to willingly carry home.

“But if we live in America… won’t we return to Korea?”

“Want to go back?”

“It’s more… it feels strange knowing we won’t live in that house anymore.”

‘Oddly reluctant, too.’

Tae Shinju’s house held many memories.

Most of their rekindled history unfolded there.

“It’s been less than a year, hasn’t it? With the kids, we plan to move everything over.”

“Oh, I see. Then the Korea house…”

“Hmm, maybe get rid of it?”

Tae Shinju replied nonchalantly. Yeonseo hurriedly exclaimed.

“N-No, don’t get rid of it…!”

“Hm?”

“If we keep it… would it be too much… of a burden?”

Realizing the cost of maintaining such a house, Yeonseo’s voice trailed off as reality sank in.

“Tch.”

Tae Shinju clicked his tongue.

“Hurting my pride again. Are you doing this on purpose?”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t I say not to worry about money… bad memory?”

“Eek…!”

He ducked to nibble Yeonseo’s ear. Startled, Yeonseo flinched but didn’t slip from his arms.

“But why that house? You like it?”

That’s unexpected.

Yeonseo caught Tae Shinju’s muttered words.

“Y-Yeah…”

In Korea, it was one of his best memories. Almost the only place with purely good memories, so imagining it gone felt regrettable.

Even if they relocated, Yeonseo didn’t want Tae Shinju to abandon his achievements in Korea. Even if it meant they couldn’t live as a “couple” there.

Legal or not, Yeonseo didn’t believe Tae Shinju would betray this love.

Trust. Faith.

Their love was built on trust and faith, Yeonseo’s greatest source of stability.

A rose is beautiful and fragrant even without being called a rose. Likewise, Tae Shinju was already a wonderful husband without the “legal spouse” title.

“…First time?”

“Huh?”

“You making a request. You always half-accept when I offer.”

“Oh…”

Tae Shinju’s lips curled. A refreshing smile.

“Finally want something? Good job.”

For someone who grew up in poverty, Yeonseo’s materialism was near zero. He rarely wanted or bought anything, so Tae Shinju usually forced things on him.

But his first desire was a <house>. The house they lived in together.</house>

Yeonseo had sold his father’s house without much hesitation. For Tae Shinju, his attachment to a house with relatively light memories was both delightful and surprising.

“A house… No need to get rid of it, I suppose.”

Relief. Tae Shinju heard Yeonseo’s heart without words. He decided on the spot.

“Marry in America, date in Korea.”

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The day to return to daily life approached. The morning after next. Only one day remained to enjoy island life.

There were moments Yeonseo wondered if staying so long was okay. Yet, as departure loomed, he felt reluctant. A perfect paradise—there were no other words for it.

They spent the morning much like the day before. No special events were planned for the last day. Instead, they decided to linger longer in their favorite activities that afternoon.

For Yeonseo, it was lying in the hammock.

The net hammock Tae Shinju set up. He’d read, nap, or enjoy the breeze there. Lying in it, staring blankly at the sky, he’d forget recent thoughts and find peace.

Since he was usually in Tae Shinju’s arms, he only used it every few days. But on the last day, the hammock came to mind.

‘After today, I’ll have to wait a while, huh?’

Summer was near. Harsh sunlight aside, his body would grow heavier. If the hammock flipped, it’d be dangerous, so Yeonseo would likely avoid it himself.

Still, this was a bit…

“You didn’t have to…”

“No big deal, don’t overthink it. You love the hammock, right? I’m happy you do.”

Tae Shinju grinned.

Yeonseo scratched his cheek, embarrassed, eyes following the man’s swift movements.

Tae Shinju was adjusting the hammock’s height for Yeonseo. The original setup suddenly seemed too high. True to his action-oriented nature, he started moving the moment he spoke.

Yeonseo, staring ahead, lowered his gaze. His eyes reddened. Watching the man naturally brought his bare lower body into view.

He stayed naked until the last day. A consistent man in many ways.

‘He didn’t start out like that.’

When did he begin shedding clothes one by one? Early on, they were holed up in the bedroom, tangled together, so memories were hazy.

‘…Like living as a caveman.’

Minus the luxurious mansion, the essence felt similar.

But Yeonseo was too modern, with modern morals, to be a caveman. Even in just a robe without underwear, he never felt at ease.

Even now, he sat awkwardly, legs to one side, worried about exposing anything. Cross-legged or kneeling was off-limits. Standing strained his legs, so it was out of the question.

“Looks done.”

Timely good news arrived.

Yeonseo reached out to the approaching man. Being carried by his lover felt natural. From this height, the hammock’s lowered state was even more apparent.

“Thanks for the effort.”

“No big deal. Wanna sit?”

“Yeah…!”

The deeply sagging hammock, with a bit of exaggeration, seemed low enough to graze the ground. Perfect for Yeonseo to sit and stand alone. At this height, he wouldn’t stumble when stepping on or off.

“How’s it feel?”

“Um… good.”

“You look like it’s too low.”

“A little…”

Yeonseo felt shy, caught out. Why did he say not to bother if this was the case?

“I’ll adjust it again, so… no, wanna lie face down?”

For some reason, he rubbed his chin and changed his instruction.

“Put your arms through the hammock gaps and stretch. I’ll adjust to your arm length.”

“Oh.”

Puzzled by the unclear directive, Yeonseo nodded at the explanation. With the man’s help, he lay face down. The hammock, woven from thick cords into a net, easily accommodated arms and legs, making the task simple.

“Like this… is it enough?”

“Stay still.”

Tae Shinju, suppressing a smile, adjusted both ends of the hammock. The height, low enough to bend his wrists, gradually rose.

“Wow—”

When it reached a point where his fingertips barely touched the ground, Yeonseo stretched his fingers, waving lightly.

“Cute. Like a puppy splashing in water.”

“Eep…”

He suddenly grabbed Yeonseo’s butt. Just a light squeeze and release, but still.

The mood shifted depending on who was teasing. Even if he only touched and moved on now, Tae Shinju was the type to pivot in three seconds and toy with his holes.

Yeonseo hurriedly lifted his face. The robe’s hem had slid to one side, making him self-conscious.

“I-If it’s done, I wanna get down.”

“Hold on. I’ll help you down later, just stay like that a bit. Got a good idea.”

“Huh?”

Brushing his hands, Tae Shinju suddenly crouched low. Yeonseo still didn’t grasp his intent.

Tae Shinju lay flat on the grass, sliding under the hammock.

A satisfied grin spread across his face, right in front of Yeonseo’s. Shocked, Yeonseo’s jaw dropped.

“As expected, my guess was right. It fits just perfectly.”

With his right hand behind his head as a pillow, he tugged Yeonseo’s breast with his left.