Flower Fiancé Chapter 57

Hearing Choi Moohyuk’s subsequent question, Ji Yeonwoo startled and shrank his body. As if avoiding eye contact, his eyes darted rapidly, and heat rushed to his face, making him flush bright red.

“Y-yeah, I was jealous. Am I not allowed to be jealous?”

His face, flushed with a mix of embarrassment and self-consciousness, looked just like a bright red radish. Chuckling softly as if finding Ji Yeonwoo cute, Choi Moohyuk pulled him by the waist inside the water, pressed him close to his side, and leaned his head against his shoulder.

“No. Be jealous.”

As he spoke with his lips buried against the bare skin of Ji Yeonwoo’s shoulder, Ji Yeonwoo let out a small groan and shrank his body, feeling ticklish. Choi Moohyuk stroked the line of the waist felt in the water, moving upward from the shoulder to the nape of the neck while pressing light kisses.

“I hope you get even more jealous.”

Murmuring with his lips buried in the skin, Choi Moohyuk lightly nibbled and sucked, making chu, chook sounds. Feeling the soft skin of his shoulder and nape being gently chewed, Ji Yeonwoo hurriedly pulled Choi Moohyuk into an embrace by the head.

“Ah, ng-eung.”

As he moved his body with a start, the water rippled. Choi Moohyuk made Ji Yeonwoo sit on his lap and held him firmly in place with one arm.

“This isn’t really something I should be saying to you right now, Ji Yeonwoo…”

Choi Moohyuk, pausing his words slowly, let out a hot breath and opened his lazily closed eyes. Choi Moohyuk’s eyes were already filled with sexual desire.

“Being the object of jealousy… turns out it feels pretty good.”

Because being made to feel jealous to that extent by someone is proof that they like you just as much.

Their gazes met in the air.

Choi Moohyuk, who had been smiling with his lips pulled up lightly, approached Ji Yeonwoo’s wet lips first. When his plump lips touched slightly until they were somewhat mashed and then parted, a wet chook sound echoed. But that was the end of it. Aligning the tips of their noses so that his hot breath reached the corners of Ji Yeonwoo’s mouth, Choi Moohyuk did not come any closer.

Ji Yeonwoo, hurriedly readjusting his gaze, wrapped his arms around the neck of the moving-away Choi Moohyuk, clung to him, and kissed him.

At last, their wet lips met, making a sloppy sound.

The calm bathtub water began to ripple and overflow.

With Ji Yeonwoo sitting on his thighs, Choi Moohyuk licked every nook and cranny of his body with his tongue. Perhaps because of the sweet bath bomb, even the water clinging to Ji Yeonwoo’s body tasted like sweet fruit juice.

His lips, which had been kissing by rubbing against each other, moved downward, pressing against the tip of the chin. Matching his lips descending toward the neck, Ji Yeonwoo threw his chin back with his arms wrapped around Choi Moohyuk’s nape.

Thanks to Ji Yeonwoo’s cooperation, his lips slammed mercilessly against the wide-open nape and chest. Red marks began to appear wherever his lips brushed.

The destination of his lips was the chest. The nipples, which had been melting as if they would turn mushy, stood up stiffly after just a few kisses.

As his lips, kissing the cleavage of the split chest, got closer to the nipples, a tingling sensation rippled through his lower abdomen. When he squirmed restlessly, unable to keep his body still, Choi Moohyuk’s fully engorged member, swelling up increasingly beneath his buttocks, poked at his hip as if it were about to pierce inside at any moment.

If he just stayed still like this, it felt like it would bore right into his opening. The thought flashed through his mind that they were still inside the bathtub, and if they did it like this, water might get in through the stretched opening.

Ji Yeonwoo let out a small breath and lowered his gaze. Glancing sideways at Choi Moohyuk, who had a nipple in his mouth and was moving his tongue, Ji Yeonwoo stealthily moved his hips backward, but a heavily tensed arm wrapped around Ji Yeonwoo’s waist and pulled him back against his side.

“Ah, ahyut, Managing Director… Ng-eung!”

Brushing past Ji Yeonwoo’s perineum and genitals with a start, Choi Moohyuk’s thick member pushed upward.

Choi Moohyuk bit down on Ji Yeonwoo’s nipple with his teeth and lifted his gaze.

“Stay still. Where do you think you’re trying to run off to?”

A tingling pain and pleasure starting from the chest pierced through his body. Twisting his body with a violent start, Ji Yeonwoo had no choice but to hug Choi Moohyuk’s head and cling to him. Even so, he moved his hips as if he wanted to get inside right this instant. His member rubbed back and forth against Ji Yeonwoo’s genitals. Just from the sensation, he could tell that Choi Moohyuk’s was incomparably larger and thicker than his own.

The tingling sensation felt below his waist intensified more and more. His vision kept blurring and spinning, so he squeezed his eyes shut.

“I’m not going anywhere. Instead… ha, ha-eu, heu.”

He stopped mid-sentence and let out a small breath. He couldn’t breathe properly. It felt as though his throat was completely blocked. Ah, what do I do. As Ji Yeonwoo breathed raggedly while clutching with his fingertips, Choi Moohyuk, realizing something was amiss, snapped his head up.

“Mr. Yeonwoo?”

Choi Moohyuk, who finally grasped Ji Yeonwoo’s condition, hurriedly pulled him into an embrace against his back. He looked worried, perhaps fearing it was the same situation as back then. Ji Yeonwoo, barely opening his eyes, slumped forward, pressing his forehead against Choi Moohyuk’s forehead.

“I-I’m fine. More than that, let’s… go to the bed.”

Panting heavily, he barely managed to get the words out.

“It’s too hot here, and I’m dizzy… I can’t breathe.”

He hadn’t been able to say more than a few words before his breath caught again. As he breathed roughly, Choi Moohyuk, watching him, grabbed his hair and hurriedly kissed him.

The breath blown between their locked lips was sweet. Ji Yeonwoo clung to Choi Moohyuk’s nape as if an oxygen mask had been fitted, drinking in the breath being blown into him. With a feeling of something getting stuck in his throat right at the end, he hurriedly turned his head away and coughed, cough, cough.

Holding Ji Yeonwoo, who was coughing so pitifully that his whole body trembled, Choi Moohyuk stood up with a loud splash sound. Without even pausing to wipe the water clinging to his body, Choi Moohyuk walked away making wet slap-slap sounds, opened the bedroom door, and entered.

Unlike his long, confident strides, his movement as he laid Ji Yeonwoo down on the bed while supporting the back of his head was careful.

Ji Yeonwoo, who had been letting out only high-pitched gasps at the tail end of his barely subsided cough, hugged the Choi Moohyuk who was kissing him again.

“Ngeung, ung, uyut.”

Because they had come straight out of the warm water, his body temperature was cooling down rapidly. As if knowing that, Choi Moohyuk lowered his body to press completely flush against him, rubbing Ji Yeonwoo’s arms with warm hands even while kissing him.

Thanks to Choi Moohyuk’s efforts, his body heated up rapidly. Positioning himself between Ji Yeonwoo’s legs—which were wriggling and refusing to stay still—by spreading them with his knees, Choi Moohyuk cupped Ji Yeonwoo’s cheeks with both hands.

Foreheads pressed together, their ragged breaths tangled at a distance so close they were practically touching. Looking at him while rubbing his cheeks with his thumbs, Choi Moohyuk pressed multiple short kisses to his wet lips.

Their gazes met in the air. Without either of them needing to say who went first, they reached out and their lips touched. Perhaps because they had just come out of the water, the sloppy sounds made every time they kissed felt even more erotic.

As if intent on finishing what they hadn’t in the bathroom, his lips headed downward and took a nipple into his mouth. Letting out a short breath and a groan of ha, Ji Yeonwoo bent both arms, clutched the sheets, and twisted his body.

Every single sensation was foreign. His body reached its absolute limit from all those actions: the nipple inside Choi Moohyuk’s mouth being bitten and sucked, and later stimulated by his moving tongue.

Miraculously, no fear of sex remained anymore.

His mind, wiped completely blank, held only the desire to accept Choi Moohyuk right this instant.

Yet he couldn’t read Choi Moohyuk’s mind. Just like last time, Choi Moohyuk might make him come all by himself and then promise to do it next time.

He didn’t want it to end like that today.

Trembling and twisting his body, Ji Yeonwoo managed to exhale a breath, buried his face in Choi Moohyuk’s chest, and firmly pushed against the crown of Choi Moohyuk’s head. Choi Moohyuk, who had been burying his face in the flat chest, was pushed away by Ji Yeonwoo’s weak, cotton-ball-like hands and lifted his head.

“Are we going all the way today?”

He asked, looking at Choi Moohyuk, who was positioned right between his raised knees. Looking stirred and seemingly surprised by the unexpected question, Choi Moohyuk smiled lightly.

“…Can you do it?”

At the probing question, Ji Yeonwoo nodded.

“Yes. Let’s do it. I want to.”

Ha, Choi Moohyuk let out a burst of breath and gave a hollow laugh. Tilting his head with a peculiar expression as if this wasn’t the answer he had expected, Choi Moohyuk raised a finger and stroked the area around the fully erect nipple.

“I never knew jealousy could be this terrifying.”

“It’s not jealousy.”

“Then what is it?”