Flower Fiancé Chapter 121

As bare skin was exposed to the air, a chilling cold swept over. The interior of the shop maintained appropriate humidity and temperature due to the nature of a flower shop, but even so, it couldn’t completely block out the winter chill.

Even without explicitly saying what he would do next, it felt like she knew. Perhaps flushed because of the pheromones, she felt more expectant than worried.

As if knowing she was lost in idle thoughts, rough hands kneaded the flesh of her buttocks. The touch that purposely hovered around without entering made her anxious. She wished he would push it in quickly… At the sudden, embarrassing thought that rushed in, she bit her lower lip hard.

As if knowing that feeling, the fingers that had been teasing her buttocks—the only fleshy part of her lean body—rubbed over the closed wrinkles. Ji Yeonwoo unconsciously stood on his tiptoe and tightened his body. Even though his thin legs trembled, he squirmed with anxiety, not knowing what to do.

“Ha, haah.”

The fingers that had been teasing over the wrinkles as if to taunt her slowly burrowed inside. Two fingers went in and out repeatedly, widening the closed inner walls. An unfamiliar foreign sensation, no matter how many times it was done, naturally forced a breath out of him.

“Is it hard?”

He covered her back with his chest and whispered in her ear. Ji Yeonwoo, resting his forehead on a forearm and panting softly, shook his head from side to side. Choi Moohyuk stroked Ji Yeonwoo’s hair as if praising him for being good. Then, grabbing the red-flushed nape of the neck, Choi Moohyuk moved the fingers burrowed inside Ji Yeonwoo a bit faster.

“Ah, hsyut!”

Ji Yeonwoo, who had briefly let his guard down, tightened his limp body again. As his lean body jerked sharply, Choi Moohyuk wrapped one arm around Ji Yeonwoo’s pelvis to hold it firmly while moving his hand.

“Aung, hheu, ung.”

Thick, long fingers ruthlessly poked at the meltingly loosened inner walls. Before doing it, he usually loosened him up with his fingers first, but today was different from usual. While two fingers churned the inner walls, a tingling, strange sensation bloomed in his lower abdomen. What should I do, it feels like something is about to spill out. With a flustered expression, Ji Yeonwoo stood on tiptoe, restless, and squirmed his legs.

What was truly bewildering was the fact that the real thing hadn’t even started yet. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he had no idea why this feeling was suddenly washing over him.

“Do you have the leisure to think about other things?”

“…Uh, yes?”

It was the moment he turned his head back as if asking what on earth that meant. The fingers that had been burrowing inside slipped out in an instant, and something heavy touched right above his buttocks with a dull thud.

“…!”

Startled, Ji Yeonwoo froze right there. Just from the weight touching his buttocks and pelvis, he could tell what it was. The moment the thought occurred to him, he instinctively shrank his body and grabbed the island counter tightly.

“Now you do well on your own without me even telling you, how commendable.”

Along with a low voice, his cock rubbed between her buttocks. Though he couldn’t see it with his eyes, his incoming cock made its size gaugeable just from the heavy feeling. His cock moved and rubbed back and forth between her buttocks faster and faster, as if it wanted to enter her body right this instant. Then, as the crown of the cock parted the wrinkles and pushed its way in, a dull pain and a heavy tension flooded into her lower abdomen.

He was out of breath from a foreign sensation incomparable to fingers. Ha, ah, even while he exhaled breathlessly and in short, halting gasps, his cock burrowed deeper and deeper inside. Without being touched, his own enlarged cock twitched and brushed against the island counter.

“You’re too tight, Yeonwoo.”

Choi Moohyuk covered her pitifully trembling back and moved his waist slowly.

“Try to loosen up a bit. It’s going to snap.”

“Hneung, I want to, loosen up… but it’s not working… ah.”

Contrary to his words that it wasn’t working, the inner walls parted and the cock pushed further and further inside.

“Ahah, hyut, ha…”

Unable to endure the crushing pressure pushing in, kku-u-uk, he reached out urgently. Choi Moohyuk, interlacing his fingers with the hands that were flailing about in a panic, pressed them straight down onto the island counter. It was right from that moment that the movement of his waist grew faster.

Ji Yeonwoo, whose arms were also pinned, stood on tiptoe and struggled to support his body. However, the more he did, the more his legs kept losing strength, and his knees threatened to buckle several times over.

Choi Moohyuk folded one of the struggling Ji Yeonwoo’s legs and placed it up on the island counter. Then, holding his pelvis firmly so he couldn’t move, he began to drive his waist deep inside.

“Augh, hheu, eu-eung, ah.”

Choi Moohyuk’s body weight added to it, pressing down on Ji Yeonwoo. Pushing in endlessly, kku-g, kku-uk, his groin and buttocks collided, making lewd sounds.

The more he thrust his waist upward, the more his body jolted, burrowing deeper and deeper. Every time his cock parted the inner walls and drove in, it felt as though the plumply swollen inner walls were clinging to it and getting dragged along. Each time, a chilling goosebump crawled down his spine, and his lower abdomen tingled.

Choi Moohyuk kneaded the flesh of his pelvis and buttocks tightly, moving his waist without a moment’s rest. Every time he thrust upward, the sound of flesh colliding—puk, puk—echoed, but the act did not stop.

His teeth chattered together hard enough to click in his wildly shaking body. The further the heavily enlarged cock burrowed, the more it stimulated the inner depths of the walls. A strange sensation rushed over him as his lower abdomen tingled with an intensity incomparable to before.

“Hsyut, ung, wait a minute, augh, just a moment, ah!”

Startled by the unfamiliar stimulation, Ji Yeonwoo flailed his hands urgently and pleaded. Seeing that, Choi Moohyuk pulled Ji Yeonwoo’s upper body into an embrace, lifted him up, and thrust upward even harder. Ji Yeonwoo hung on, clutching Choi Moohyuk’s arms that were holding him with both hands. Amidst the friction, his cock burrowed deeper inside with redoubled force.

“Haah, Yeonwoo. Hyut.”

Choi Moohyuk, too, must have reached his limit as he began to move faster and faster. Panting breaths and moans spilled past parted lips, scattering in a dizzy blur. Choi Moohyuk buried his face in Ji Yeonwoo’s shoulder and thrust upward forcefully, and Ji Yeonwoo, swaying with every movement, failed to endure the rapidly rushing pleasure and curled his body inward tightly.

“Ha, ah… eu-eum, ung…”

Opaque and watery pre-ejaculatory fluid trickled down his shivering thighs.

Choi Moohyuk gathered and held Ji Yeonwoo as he went limp in his embrace. The sweat-drenched skin clinging to his palm was so soft that the back of his neck felt entirely stiff.

Ha, haah.

His breath hung on the very tip of his chin.

Ji Yeonwoo slowly turned his head to look behind him. Meeting his languidly unfocused eyes, Choi Moohyuk cupped his chin and pressed his lips to his.

The sound of flesh colliding echoed once more inside the flower-filled <Flower Fiancé>.

“You’re late today, Geon-ah.”

Madam cradled Geon in her arms like a cradle and moved her body lightly. Geon, who had fallen asleep sucking on his pacifier while cradled in her arms, looked just like a baby angel.

“Are they on a date, perhaps?”

Lowering the lights for sleeping Geon, she paced the living room and whispered in a quiet voice. No sooner had she finished speaking than the sound of the door opening was heard. Stopping her steps and turning around, Choi Moohyuk entered clad in a long coat. Following right behind him, Ji Yeonwoo walked in.

“You’re finally back.”

Madam said, walking toward the entryway. Speaking in a lowered voice so as not to wake Geon, Choi Moohyuk, who had stepped inside wearing slippers, bowed his head lightly.

“I apologize. We’re very late, aren’t we?”

At the polite apology, Madam’s gaze shifted to Ji Yeonwoo standing behind him. Looking somewhat heavily fatigued with his face dyed bright red, Ji Yeonwoo bowed his head briefly and hurried away into the bedroom. Seeing that sight, she could more or less guess why they were late, and a smile touched the corners of Madam’s lips.

“Your arms must be sore, I’ll hold him.”

Choi Moohyuk, having taken off his coat and hung it on the sofa, washed his hands clean before taking sleeping Geon into his arms. Even as he was transferred from person to person, good-natured Geon remained fast asleep in deep slumber without waking. Supporting tiny Geon—not even a handful in size—with familiar ease, Choi Moohyuk patted the diaper-clad buttocks.

“It’s late, so please sleep here tonight.”

Despite Choi Moohyuk’s consideration, Madam waved her hands dismissively.

“What are you saying. If I sleep over at a newlywed home, people will say I have no tact. It’s fine, so don’t worry about it.”