The Smell of Something Fishy Chapter 14.3 - extra 3: the language of birds

“……!”

“Even this is possible.”

The sly smile on his face suggested he had anticipated this all along.

“That, that’s… ah!”

Tae Shinju tugged at the loose cord, tilting Yeonseo’s upper body forward. Plop, the nipple touching his lips seemed to beg for attention on its own, regardless of the inner circumstances.

And Tae Shinju was not a man to let such an opportunity slip by.

“Ahh…!”

He traced the blunt nipple with his tongue, digging into the folded creases. The act of kneading the soft flesh of the chest to stimulate it was also essential.

“Eungh! Hic, hah…!”

Yeonseo could only cling tightly to whatever was within his grasp, groaning with effort. The sudden shift to petting was one thing, but he was startled by the position and overwhelmed by the rough hands kneading his chest, which felt especially forceful today.

“Damn it… ah, sorry. I didn’t mean to curse, but Mr. Park Yeonseo, your chest is so damn irresistible, it’s driving me crazy.”

There was no mental space to question what nonsense that was. The man gripping the swollen base of his chest and chewing on the nipple made Yeonseo’s vision blur with dizziness.

The nipple had long since perked up, highly sensitive to stimulation from being sucked on whenever there was a chance. All of this was Tae Shinju’s doing.

He boldly pulled the cord with both hands, sticking out his tongue to rapidly flick at the nipple.

“Haah! Ah, ugh, hngh, haaang!”

It tickled. It tickled so much. If only he’d bite it painfully instead…

Thud.

The rounded, swollen belly brushed against the man’s stomach. It wasn’t the first or second time, yet Yeonseo flinched in surprise, shrinking his neck. The inability to cover his body as he wished made it feel even more embarrassing.

“Uhh…”

“Look at this… done playing with your chest and now pressing our bellies together?”

“Ah!”

“Baby, you want Hyung’s cock that bad? Huh? With a baby in your belly, you even know how to beg for your husband’s cock… how adorable.”

He seemed genuinely impressed, lowering his right hand to gently stroke Yeonseo’s belly.

“Hnngh!”

With his chest and belly being touched at the same time, Yeonseo strangely felt the hand rubbing his belly sent sharper tingles through him. The electric pleasure spreading from the areas he touched made it impossible to steady himself.

Slumped on the hammock, Yeonseo trembled faintly from the aftershocks of pleasure. Drip, drip, the gathered fluids soaked the path of his core, trickling down.

Drip, drip…

The droplets of fluid soon formed a small puddle on his husband’s lower abdomen and groin. Tae Shinju soon noticed the liquid pooling on his belly.

A low chuckle rumbled in his throat.

“Mr. Park Yeonseo, you really are a baby. Making a mess on your husband’s belly with your juices. Shall we put a diaper back on you? Want to wear a baby carrier?”

“N-no, hic, I didn’t mean— aaah!”

Spurt! Splash!

As Yeonseo shook his head in protest, the man’s cock and his core erupted with fluids. It was the result of the man scooping up the pooled liquid and ruthlessly scraping at Yeonseo’s sensitive spot with his nails.

“Haa, haaak. Hngh…”

Caught off guard, Yeonseo spurted even more fluid, writhing unconsciously with his hips. The lingering sensation after release was intense. The visual effect right before his eyes also added to the mental pleasure.

The fluids he had released. The filthy mix of his essence and juices painted a map on Tae Shinju’s body.

Though he climaxed more often and in greater amounts, Yeonseo had never really thought about staining his partner’s body. In the early days of their physical intimacy, he was conscious of leaving marks, but that feeling soon faded. When they were entangled and shaking together, most stray thoughts were swept away.

His own body was often drenched in fluids too…

Come to think of it, their first meeting—no, their first reunion—brought back the memory of a stolen kiss. The moment he realized his saliva had left Tae Shinju’s lips glistening, a strange heat had surged within him.

Hyung, you’re too much…

“What are you thinking about, licking your husband’s face like that?”

“Ah…!”

The long tip of his cock rubbed against Yeonseo’s sensitive spot. It pressed firmly on the plump pearl, rolling it around.

Tae Shinju deliberately held his shaft, using the tip to tease the core. The soft, slippery flesh against his sensitive skin was a sensation worth savoring.

“Haa… so soft. Baby, suck Hyung’s cock with your little shell. Press my cock with your pearl, yeah?”

Only in moments like this did Tae Shinju pretend to be a gentle Hyung, coaxing softly, and to Yeonseo, it felt utterly lascivious. Though he mixed formal and informal speech freely, the only time they had a “normal” conversation was when he proposed, saying, “Let’s get married.”

That was already months ago.

Yeonseo had learned through physical experience that whenever he called himself “Hyung,” his insides would twist and tighten. It was because of this man who, while calling himself Hyung and Yeonseo his baby, stuffed him with utterly obscene words.

Looking at his face, you’d think he’d never stoop to crude language.

“…….”

Yeonseo’s eyes briefly glazed over dreamily. Without realizing, he moved his hand to lightly touch the man’s face.

The slow grinding of their lower bodies came to a halt. As if enchanted by Yeonseo’s touch, Tae Shinju froze in place.

Yeonseo took it as permission. Permission to touch his face, to touch Tae Shinju.

He hadn’t meant to touch his face. His hand had moved on its own, and touching without reason still felt awkward.

But once his fingertips began tracing, he couldn’t stop. The smooth forehead, prominent brow bones, high and firm nose bridge, deep eye sockets. The slightly sharp eyes with upturned corners.

“At first, I thought he was scary…”

To be precise, it was the overly dark pupils. The sharp eyes and strikingly deep pupils, almost like three-white eyes, had been intimidating.

But now, he knew how tenderly those eyes could curve, how they could sparkle with playful mischief. And how anxious they became when “Park Yeonseo” wasn’t nearby.

Even when he was momentarily distracted elsewhere, those eyes followed him… Yeonseo had come to know it all.

His fingers glided over the smooth cheek, along the jawline, the bridge of the nose, and then the lips. Lips that sometimes spoke mischievous words. Clean, well-shaped lips that were red.

Unfortunately, his hand could only reach so far. But his gaze, unhindered, traveled downward. Seeing the marks he’d left behind, his cheeks flushed again.

It wasn’t new, but Tae Shinju’s skin was quite fair. Yeonseo’s was undeniably clearer, but his skin was also clean like white marble. Though he never said it aloud, when Tae Shinju swam and the water’s light reflected off his skin, it stirred a strange feeling in Yeonseo.

“…Have you touched enough?”

The man, who had been quietly waiting, grabbed Yeonseo’s wrist. The surprisingly hot body temperature snapped Yeonseo back to reality.

“Ah… yes! S-sorry…!”

His lips were stolen in an instant.

The man who grabbed Yeonseo’s arm and neck came close in a blink, stealing his breath. A fierce kiss. A suffocating kiss that ravaged every corner of his mouth. The sensation of his lips being crushed was painful. Yet Yeonseo didn’t flinch or pull away.

It was just a hunch, but… Tae Shinju might be feeling confused. By the sight of his lover changing and the heart that was gradually expanding because of it.

Their relationship had mostly been under his control. Love, expressions, actions, the relationship itself—all of it. Yeonseo rarely acted impulsively, but he occasionally gave in to urges. Mostly when showing affection to his lover.

In a way, it was an act of breaking free from his control. The possessive kiss was proof.

As Yeonseo willingly surrendered his breath, the aggressive probing of his mouth gradually softened. The gentle, fluid movements were the usual him.

“Ah, he’s back.”

Smack, smack. The short, tender kisses were affectionate. An apology for being rough. Yeonseo lightly licked the tip of his tongue to say it was okay.

“Kuh…!”

Tae Shinju suddenly hugged Yeonseo tightly, his hips trembling. It was the prelude to release.

Splat!

“Haaang!”

The rock-hard shaft pierced his core in one thrust. It pushed into his lover’s passage, intent on coating it with seed.

It was a desire only Tae Shinju knew. He knew he should restrain himself, but why did he endlessly want to mark Park Yeonseo with his essence? It wasn’t enough to fill his tight belly; he wanted to drench his entire body in his scent.

With the scent others despised most.

“Shi, Shinju, Mr…!”

Yeonseo whimpered at the rough union. Tae Shinju released Yeonseo. Lying on the floor, he pulled the cord.

“Hnng, ngh, aah, hic!”

He bit the perked nipple along with the surrounding flesh. Kneading the chest like a massage, milk seeped out. He greedily scraped and sucked the nipple to drink the few sips of milk.

“Aaaah…!”

Slurp, slurp, gulp, squelch!

Slippery fluids leaked from the impatient passage. The shaft moving in and out was practically showered in juices.

The glistening cock, soaked in clear fluids, shimmered all over. The dark red, swollen member slapped against the tender flesh. When it slipped out completely, the bright red passage gaped, visibly longing.

“Ah, aaah…!”

The overwhelming stimulation quickly brought Yeonseo to submission.

Yeonseo reached out, pulling the man’s head into an embrace. He pressed it to his chest to keep their lips from parting. While nursing a grown baby, his lower body drooled, craving the man’s essence.

Thrust! Thrust!

“Ngh! Ha, hii!”

“Baby’s daddy loves daddy’s cock so much. I might have to pack it in a lunchbox every day.”

With a short chuckle, he spread Yeonseo’s thighs wide, planting his legs firmly on the ground. Thrusting up with his hips, Yeonseo let out a scream.

“Hnng, hng, haaang! Aaaah!”

Smack, smack. Splat! Splat!

Pulling the cord around Yeonseo’s chest toward himself, their bodies aligned perfectly. It was the ideal position to suckle the chest and ravage the core.

For Yeonseo, it was the factor that finally made him burst into tears.

“Hic, hnng, haaaang!”

It’s driving me crazy…

Was it impressive that his lover had planned to have sex in the hammock, or was he himself a splendid pervert for spreading his core in anticipation of the pleasure?

One thing was certain: the thirst. The thirst that instinctively surged when he was desired.

There was only one way to quench this thirst. To be loved by Tae Shinju.

The tight inner walls clamped down mercilessly, holding onto the retreating shaft.

“Damn… Park, Yeonseo. Kuh…!”

Thud! Thud, thud!

“Haaak! Hnng, ah! Shi, Shinju, Mr., I, I…!”

Yeonseo’s unfocused eyes chased his lover. Then, at some point, with his eyes and lips tightly shut as if enduring a fierce current, he tilted his head back, looking like a female in heat.

Tae Shinju swore he hadn’t planned to thrust so eagerly. He’d only intended to slip under the hammock and tease Yeonseo.

But then…

Bang!

“……!”

Yeonseo, unable to even moan, shuddered and spilled his juices. The flood was so intense it soaked Tae Shinju’s groin.

Tae Shinju gave in to the flow, letting himself go. Gush—, the long-held essence filled the insides of the one carrying his child.

“Haa…”

As their bodies parted, the mingled fluids oozed out thickly. The man kissed the red bud softly, then stood up. He slipped his fingers into his lover’s passage, scraping out the remaining fluids.

“Uhh.”

Yeonseo shivered with lingering pleasure. The pulsing passage gripped the fingers as if they were the shaft.

The man licked his fluid-coated fingers clean and carefully helped Yeonseo up. As expected, Yeonseo wobbled, and he quickly caught him in his arms.

The face leaning into the familiar embrace was tired and wistful. The lingering heat left his eyes and cheeks flushed. A lovely face. No matter how old he got, he’d always be youthful and wistful,

My lover.

Tae Shinju carried him to the bathroom and washed him thoroughly. Yeonseo had fallen asleep, breathing softly and deeply. His sleeping face was innocent and radiant.

They lay entwined on the cozy bed like one body. As usual, he held Yeonseo’s hand, playing with his left ring finger. The still-empty space.

He whispered like a spell.

“Fall for me more tomorrow than today.”

Then I’ll desire you more tomorrow than today.

The last night in paradise.

Tae Shinju fell asleep holding Yeonseo. The scent tickling his nose felt pleasant. The delicate floral fragrance from Yeonseo. No matter how much he covered it with his own scent, it remained untainted.

It was Yeonseo’s natural scent, an aphrodisiac, and it took root in Tae Shinju’s heart, becoming something else.

The scent of happiness.

🕷️

The next morning, Tae Shinju dressed piece by piece. A suit, as “usual.”

Before leaving the mansion, Yeonseo took the hand he offered.

“Well then, shall we go get married?”

“…Yes.”

A shy but resolute answer.

Yeonseo looked at the bird that flew with him. The bird named Tae Shinju. He could soar freely in the vast sky but chose to stay by his side. Thus, “marriage” would be the new realm they’d navigate together.

The two of them, together.