Flower Fiancé Chapter 39

For no reason, the rims of his eyes stung. It felt as if he had gained the most reliable ally in the world. Thinking that showing tears in this situation would truly be too embarrassing to bear, Ji Yeonwoo bit down on the tender flesh inside his mouth and tried to endure it.

Fingers, half a knuckle longer and thicker than Ji Yeonwoo’s, swept his hair back again. His pupils, grown smooth and glossy from the moisture gathering, haphazardly traced over Choi Moohyuk’s face.

Almost simultaneously, the hand that had been brushing back his bangs moved to the back of his head and pushed into his hair.

Choi Moohyuk’s face tilted at an angle and drew near with a rush—hook. Ji Yeonwoo squeezed his eyes shut and hunched his body. Without hesitation, Choi Moohyuk touched his lips and lightly sucked on his lower lip, parting his mouth.

It was when his breath had risen up to his chin from the unannounced kiss. Choi Moohyuk, having detached his lips, stood up from his seat while supporting the bottom of Ji Yeonwoo, who had been sitting on his thigh.

Feeling his body float in the air, Ji Yeonwoo flinched and instinctively wrapped his arms around Choi Moohyuk’s neck, clinging to him.

“Ma-Managing Director. I’m falling.”

“Then try wrapping your legs around me and holding on. So you won’t fall.”

As he spoke, Choi Moohyuk loosened the strength in the hand supporting his bottom. Heu-at, letting out a short cry, Ji Yeonwoo urgently hooked the legs wrapped around Choi Moohyuk’s waist like a grapple and clung on.

Looking at Ji Yeonwoo clinging like a koala, Choi Moohyuk opened the bedroom door and entered while still cradling the plump bottom.

Choi Moohyuk pushed Ji Yeonwoo against the closed door and kissed him. Choi Moohyuk, who had been kissing with pecking sounds—jjok, jjok—touching and pulling away from the plump, soft lips, met his eyes. Though he had only been kissed once, Ji Yeonwoo, hazily consumed by pleasure, was drawing small, quick breaths.

“You shouldn’t be tired already.”

Choi Moohyuk, who had slowly approached and kissed the corners of his eyes that languidly closed and then fluttered open, overwhelmed, pressed his lips to his peach-flushed cheek. And moving his lips a little further to the side, he blew a breath—hoo—by his ear.

“Heu-eut, Ma-Managing Director. It tickles.”

Ji Yeonwoo, whose every single hair was standing on end sensitively, hunched his body greatly and hugged Choi Moohyuk even tighter.

“Does it only tickle?”

“Ah, no, that’s not it…”

“Mm, if it’s not, then I suppose we can do a bit more. Right?”

“…Pardon!? Eu-eung!”

At those words, Ji Yeonwoo lifted his head in surprise. At that moment, Choi Moohyuk tilted his face the opposite way and pressed his lips to his.

It wasn’t the tantalizing kisses that repeatedly touched and pulled away, but a lewd kiss that sucked until his lips stung and tangled their tongues.

Choi Moohyuk usually showed restraint in his words and actions, but now he was a little different. The breath escaping between their pressed lips was rough, and the hands that burrowed under his shirt, caressing and kneading the tender flesh, seemed urgent.

“Eut, ha-eu, Managing Director-nim.”

Only when his breath was hanging at his chin did Ji Yeonwoo hurriedly detach his lips, bury his face in Choi Moohyuk’s shoulder, and gasp for air. Perhaps because the suit jacket, half slipped down by his struggling and draped over his shoulders, was cumbersome, Choi Moohyuk took it off by pulling out one arm at a time.

As a result, when the strength in the arm supporting his bottom loosened, he felt his body slide downward for a moment. Though it was only the floor of the room, Ji Yeonwoo groped with his hands as if it were a cliff of a thousand fathoms, trying desperately to grab hold and cling on.

“Managing Director, I’m really fall… Heu-at!”

“I told you to wrap your legs well and hold on. Was that so hard?”

Choi Moohyuk laughed, pressing a short kiss to Ji Yeonwoo’s pale, exposed nape.

“Ah-eut, no, that’s not it… Eu-eum!”

Against his nape, breath mixed with a low laugh spread over his sensitive skin. Every spot where the breath ticklishly brushed, goosebumps rose—ososo. Each time, Ji Yeonwoo flinched greatly, repositioned his hands, and desperately clung around his neck.

Glancing at Ji Yeonwoo like that, Choi Moohyuk buried his face even more into Ji Yeonwoo’s nape and sucked on the tender skin. As the skin was sucked into his mouth, a stinging sensation accompanied a rush of heat pooling in his lower belly.

“Stop just saying no, and tell me where it feels good too.”

Choi Moohyuk whispered, pressing his lips to Ji Yeonwoo’s nape. Ji Yeonwoo bit his lip, trying to suppress the moans that kept threatening to escape. It was the first time the member confined inside his pants felt so uncomfortable.

Choi Moohyuk, releasing the strength in the hand supporting his bottom, set Ji Yeonwoo down on the floor. Perhaps because he had been bracing his entire body with strength, the moment his feet touched the floor, the strength drained from his body and his knees buckled.

Choi Moohyuk wrapped one arm around his waist and pushed his leg between Ji Yeonwoo’s legs. Sitting on Choi Moohyuk’s firm thigh, Ji Yeonwoo squirmed and twisted his body as his member was pressured.

“When did it get like this here?”

As the words ended, Choi Moohyuk’s hand kneaded over Ji Yeonwoo’s member, which had swollen above his pants. Every time the back of Choi Moohyuk’s hand fondled over the bulging pants, Ji Yeonwoo gripped Choi Moohyuk’s shoulders with trembling hands, not knowing what to do.

“Heu, don’t, do that. Ha…”

“Are you just going to keep telling me not to? Should I really stop?”

When Choi Moohyuk stopped his hand and spoke, Ji Yeonwoo lifted his head sharply. Face flushed red, Ji Yeonwoo looked at Choi Moohyuk with wavering eyes.

“Tell me. I’ll do as Mr. Ji Yeonwoo tells me to.”

At the end of his lowered gaze, Choi Moohyuk’s pants were visible. That place looked even more urgent than Ji Yeonwoo’s. The center of Choi Moohyuk, bulgingly swollen above his pants, looked stifling just to see.

“The Managing Director’s place looks very hard-pressed too.”

Pale, slender fingers lightly touched over the bulging part of Choi Moohyuk’s pants. The moment his hand made contact, Choi Moohyuk faltered, furrowing his brows deeply as he twisted and gripped Ji Yeonwoo’s wrist.

“Are you worrying about my cock now too? Should I like this, or not.”

And then, pressing him against the door, Choi Moohyuk brought his face close to Ji Yeonwoo.

“So, if I say let’s do it, will you do it? Can you do it?”

Ji Yeonwoo, his face flushed red, looked at Choi Moohyuk as if spellbound and nodded his head without realizing it. Seeing that, Choi Moohyuk laughed—pit—and murmured quietly. How cute.

“Yeonwoo, provocation is something you do while looking at who you’re dealing with.”

Having whispered from a distance so close that their lips would touch if he jutted them out, Choi Moohyuk tilted his face until the tips of their noses brushed, lightly touched, and pulled away. Chok, cho-ok. Every time their lips touched briefly, lewd wet sounds echoed in the room.

Every time Choi Moohyuk’s lips touched, his lower belly tickled unbearably. Though it was just lips touching and pulling away to the point of being crushed, it felt several times more lewd than a kiss that only sucked thoughtlessly on the lips.

Having kissed him countless times like that, Choi Moohyuk rested his forehead against Ji Yeonwoo’s.

“Today, even if Mr. Ji Yeonwoo comes at me saying let’s do it, I won’t do it for you.”

“Is it because you’re worried it’ll be like last time?”

He couldn’t help but think of the day when the mood had first heated up with Choi Moohyuk, so he spoke while gauging the atmosphere. Choi Moohyuk cupped Ji Yeonwoo’s red-flushed cheek and nape with one hand and continued.

“Yes. But I won’t just do nothing and move on like that day. Still, there should be progress every time we do it. Right?”

Choi Moohyuk leaned in and whispered by Ji Yeonwoo’s ear. Faltering and turning his head, Ji Yeonwoo looked at Choi Moohyuk with flustered eyes.

He couldn’t understand Choi Moohyuk’s words. There was no way Choi Moohyuk, who was as gentle in bed as he was normally, would do it without a condom. Moreover, he wasn’t the type to push forward recklessly just because the mood had heated up. Just as his thoughts were growing, the hand touching his cheek and nape stroked softly. Feeling the touch brushing against his skin, Ji Yeonwoo broke free from his thoughts and focused his eyes.

“I’ll do it slowly. One by one, one by one.”

“…”

“Until only the habits I’ve tamed remain in Mr. Ji Yeonwoo…”

“…”

“So that not a single bad memory remains. That’s how I’ll make it.”