Flower Fiancé Chapter 122

Then, taking the bag and coat he had left on the sofa, she hurried over to the entryway. Madam bowed her head toward Choi Moohyuk, who was seeing her off to the front door. Hearing the click of the door unlocking and shutting, Geon, cradled in her arms, squirmed.

Choi Moohyuk walked while patting soundly sleeping Geon. He opened Geon’s bedroom door and laid him down very carefully on the crib. As his back touched the mattress—which was somewhat firmer than an adult bed—he fussed and wriggled.

The so-called back sensor had been activated. Geon tossed and turned to find a comfortable posture. Choi Moohyuk, standing beside the crib, patted the small body to help him fall asleep. After tossing and turning this way and that for a good while, Geon nestled down to sleep lying face down with just his bottom poked up.

Even if it looked uncomfortable, the fact that he fell asleep in this posture of all positions might mean it was that comfortable for Geon. Finding that both wondrous and cute, he smiled soundlessly.

Lowering his body, Choi Moohyuk planted a kiss on the cheek of sleeping Geon—who was breathing evenly and softly—and closed the door without making a sound as he came out.

He opened the bedroom door and stepped inside. The sound of water came from the attached bathroom. Faint moans could be heard from within. It was easy to picture what he was doing. Remembering how Ji Yeonwoo’s face had turned beet-red the moment he saw Madam and he had scurried inside, Choi Moohyuk let out a soft snort of laughter.

“Are you going to be okay by yourself?”

He said, standing leaning against the wall. The rustling, shifting sounds inside the bathroom abruptly stopped. Because they had rushed it without even a condom and it was inside the shop, he hadn’t managed to clean it out beforehand. He ought to pull it out quickly to avoid a stomachache, but since Choi Moohyuk had always taken charge of the cleanup, he worried whether Yeonwoo could manage it alone.

“Open the door. I’ll take care of it for you.”

A moment later, the gushing sound of water ceased. The bathroom door opened a crack, and Ji Yeonwoo cautiously peeked his face out.

“…What should I do? I tried to do it by myself, but it’s not working well.”

Ji Yeonwoo’s expression was on the verge of tears, but the catch was that in Choi Moohyuk’s eyes, he was endlessly cute. Unbuttoning his shirt from the top and rolling up his sleeves, Choi Moohyuk stepped into the bathroom.

“You should have asked for help instead of struggling alone.”

“I did try to do it by myself. Plus, Madam is here, and it’s embarrassing, so…”

Pulling Ji Yeonwoo into the shower stall, Choi Moohyuk grabbed his slender waist and turned his body so his back was facing him. Naturally placing both hands on the wall, Ji Yeonwoo glanced back over his shoulder.

“Madam probably figured it out, right?”

Worry was plastered all over his still red-flushed face. Bending down, Choi Moohyuk planted a light kiss on his pouting lips and grabbed his pelvis, pulling him toward himself.

“Newlyweds are all like that. Madam will understand.”

“Even so, mmm.”

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Fingers pushed into the hole that was red and swollen from the sex at the shop. Thick yet long fingers churned here and there, scraping out the ejaculation fluid still lingering inside the inner walls. Hooking his fingertips sharply, he reached the meltingly loosened inner walls.

Struggling to hold on by gripping the bathroom tiles, Ji Yeonwoo was greatly startled as he flinched and shuddered all over. Whitish pre-cum oozed out between the parted entrance. Watching every single detail of it trickling down his thinly trembling thighs, Choi Moohyuk bit down hard on his teeth.

Before long, Ji Yeonwoo’s peach-scented pheromones filled the hot, steam-filled bathroom. Having already done it twice at the shop, he had intended to skip it this time, but the sweet peach pheromones kept egging Choi Moohyuk on. Hesitating while kneading the pelvis and buttocks, Choi Moohyuk ultimately yielded to the alluring pheromones.

“Augh, just a minute. Mmm.”

As he covered Ji Yeonwoo’s back and pulled his upper body into an embrace, Ji Yeonwoo spun around in startled surprise. Planting kisses, Choi Moohyuk stroked down slowly with hands wrapped like vines around his upper body. He brushed against the sharply raised flesh touching his palms, then gathered and gripped them in a fist.

In addition to the stimulation, Ji Yeonwoo—who was uncomfortable because he had thrown his head back—flinched and whimpered softly. Only then pulling away, Choi Moohyuk pressed his lips to the pale, exposed nape. The sweet peach scent vibrated at the tip of his nose.

“I couldn’t tell very well at the shop because it was buried in the floral scents, but your pheromones are way too strong.”

“That’s because my heat is coming up soon, so…”

Choi Moohyuk breathed out hot air while teasing the nape of his neck.

“…I want to do it.”

Ji Yeonwoo paused and closed his mouth. The corners of Ji Yeonwoo’s eyes as he looked back were drooping to the max.

“N-, now?”

“…Can’t I?”

“We literally just did it earlier.”

“…Hm? Yeonwoo.”

Choi Moohyuk pleaded, sucking on the tender flesh of the nape. The center, already hardened and bulging over his pants, pressed insistently against his buttocks, kku-kku, as if begging to come inside.

Parting his lips and hesitating, Ji Yeonwoo grabbed the hands that were hugging his upper body.

“Then we’re only doing it just one more time, okay?”

The moment permission was granted, Choi Moohyuk scooped him up right under the buttocks. He felt his body suddenly lift into the air. Reflectively wrapping both arms around Choi Moohyuk’s neck and clinging to him, Ji Yeonwoo trembled finely.

Unlike his long, confident strides, the touch with which he laid him down on the bed was cautious. Fearing he might feel dizzy, Choi Moohyuk spread his large hand wide to support the back of his head, gently laid him down on the mattress, and placed one knee up on the bed.

Ji Yeonwoo panted softly and looked up at Choi Moohyuk standing at the foot of the bed. Unlike completely naked Ji Yeonwoo, Choi Moohyuk was dressed in suit trousers and a shirt, but his solid upper body was exposed through the half-unbuttoned shirt.

Within the field of vision of Ji Yeonwoo—who was scanning a physique that looked like it had mastered every kind of workout—was the bulging center, looking as though it might burst through his trousers at any second.

No matter how many times he saw it, he couldn’t get used to that size. It had already been quite exhausting at the shop, and a thought crossed his mind that if they did it again, he might have trouble functioning properly tomorrow.

Still, words already spoken could not be taken back. Moreover, seeing how heavily aroused Choi Moohyuk was—to the extent that his pheromones could be felt so strongly—he couldn’t bring himself to say stop. Meanwhile, Choi Moohyuk, who had climbed onto the bed, approached on his knees.

“Why.”

“No, um…”

Positioning himself with his knees supporting either side of Ji Yeonwoo’s neatly gathered thighs, Choi Moohyuk untied the half-buttoned shirt buttons. Slipping off the loosely unfastened shirt with a flick, his angry muscles made their appearance in the air. Without even time to admire his solid upper body, Choi Moohyuk lowered his body. Through the strands of hair cascading down like they might spill, a deep sexual desire could be felt on Choi Moohyuk’s face.

“P-please go slowly.”

Ji Yeonwoo pleaded, wrapping his arms around his nape. Sweeping over such a Ji Yeonwoo with a heavy gaze and waiting for him, Choi Moohyuk lowered his body the moment he gave the signal. This time, simultaneously with locking lips, a soft tongue invaded the inside of his mouth. As the tip of the tongue swept smoothly across the roof of his mouth, his lean body jolted and bounced.

A faint moan escaped between their conjoined lips. Raising his chin, he tried to keep pace with the somewhat quickened tempo. Whenever he ran out of breath, he hurriedly averted his face trying to catch some lacking oxygen, but each time, Choi Moohyuk would catch his chin, turn it back, and repeat the kiss.

Struggling with what to do with his hands, Ji Yeonwoo ultimately had no choice but to grab tightly onto the thick forearms planted on the mattress. His hands shook violently, absolute tension concentrated in his fingertips.

“Ha, haah, ha…”

His pale, lean chest rose and fell. Choi Moohyuk, who had been slowly scanning the sight while supporting his body on his knees, let out a soft snort. Catching his gaze, Ji Yeonwoo sported a beet-red face with his eyebrows drooping downward.

Every time Choi Moohyuk smiled like that with escaping breath, it tickled his heart. It was all the more so because it was a marvelous smile he had never seen anywhere before.

“Don’t… smile like that.”

Turning his head the other way, he spoke in a small voice, causing Choi Moohyuk to laugh lowly.

“Now you’re telling me I’m not even allowed to smile?”

Lowering his body without a care, Choi Moohyuk took a rigidly upright nipple into his mouth before he knew it. As the mass of flesh was sucked straight into his mouth, a dull pain was felt. A body unaccustomed to such stimulation bounced up without resistance.

“Hyut, ah!”

“Stop telling me not to do things and cooperate a little.”

“Haah, eu-eung, eum.”

“It’s been a while for us, you know.”