My Alpha Era Began with Gongjindan Chapter 83

Even in this situation, Moon Yeonghwa’s attention kept drifting to Jung Pureum’s right shoulder. Apparently, feeling it through his clothes hadn’t been enough.

As the lukewarm body heat touched bare skin, Jung Pureum stealthily raised his hand again.

His body was already heating up and he wanted to touch something, but Moon Yeonghwa blocked Jung Pureum’s movements with an attitude of “Today I’m the rut cycle chef!”

“So, I can’t even touch you here and there?”

“No. What if your shoulder suddenly starts hurting?”

“It doesn’t hurt outside the water though…”

At the words “it doesn’t hurt,” Moon Yeonghwa put more strength into his hands. Though not as strong as an athlete, when the average male grip strength pressed down on his right shoulder, Jung Pureum’s body flinched.

“Doesn’t hurt? It seems like it hurts.”

Anyone would feel pain if pressed with that much force. Jung Pureum felt a little wronged but kept his mouth shut.

After all, Moon Yeonghwa couldn’t do everything by himself. He’d never said it directly to Moon Yeonghwa, but his athletic ability wasn’t particularly good.

Sex, when you think about it, is also a kind of bed exercise, and it would be quite difficult for Moon Yeonghwa to move on his own without any help from Jung Pureum. It’d be a relief if he didn’t hurt himself trying too hard.

So Jung Pureum didn’t stop Moon Yeonghwa, who was kneading his shoulder with a serious expression.

If he offered to help, Moon Yeonghwa would definitely get upset, asking if he didn’t trust him. It was better for him to experience firsthand that he couldn’t do it alone.

Normally, Jung Pureum would have waited patiently for Moon Yeonghwa. But right now, Jung Pureum didn’t have that kind of leeway. Having his reason intact didn’t mean he wasn’t getting hard.

Moon Yeonghwa stopped touching Jung Pureum’s shoulder and began feeling his well-defined abdomen. Every time Jung Pureum raised his hand, he swiftly batted it away—he might lack athletic ability, but his reflexes were good.

“Hey, I told you to stay still.”

“Hyung…”

“This won’t work. I’ll have to tie you up.”

Jung Pureum raised his head at the words “I’ll have to tie you up.” Moon Yeonghwa started rummaging roughly through the bedside drawer like someone who didn’t know that bondage was a sexual preference.

Inside the open drawer, he caught a glimpse of a well-preserved dildo, barely used lubricant, and condoms that wouldn’t fit Jung Pureum’s size. They appeared to be sanitary condoms meant for the dildo.

Though he’d visited Moon Yeonghwa’s place many times, Jung Pureum only learned today that he kept such things in the bedside drawer. No matter how close they were, he couldn’t go around opening someone else’s bedroom drawers.

Had he been spending days alone in his room, taking care of himself whenever a heat cycle came? Jung Pureum could easily imagine Moon Yeonghwa spreading his legs and thrusting the dildo into himself.

The kind of dirty imagination he’d only had back in high school turned out to be reality, not fantasy. He swallowed dry saliva involuntarily. If Moon Yeonghwa wasn’t too shocked, maybe he could beg to watch him masturbate just once…

“What, I haven’t even touched you down there, but why are you so worked up?”

“…”

“You were thinking something weird… This won’t do. Hand!”

As if training a puppy, Moon Yeonghwa held out his palm to Jung Pureum. As if possessed, Jung Pureum placed his hand on top of Moon Yeonghwa’s palm.

Since there was no suitable tie for binding, Moon Yeonghwa used a thin handkerchief to tie Jung Pureum’s wrists together. Because he’d bound them in front, he could free himself anytime if he wanted to.

The knot looked convincing, but he could regain his freedom with just a slight twist of his left hand. Trapped between Moon Yeonghwa and the bed, Jung Pureum blinked slowly. …Should I just pretend to lose my mind and pounce on him?

But if he pounced just because he was turned on, he felt like he’d never see the Moon Yeonghwa who cheerfully unbuckled his pants again. Jung Pureum steadied his breathing slowly. Ah, I’m human, not a beast. For now, I’m human…

While Jung Pureum kept his clumsily bound hands awkwardly in place, Moon Yeonghwa was quite seriously pulling down Jung Pureum’s briefs.

It was clear even through the fabric that he was erect, and sure enough, his stiff cock popped out. Moon Yeonghwa, whose face had been hit by the suddenly exposed cock, looked dazed as he grasped the shaft and stroked it like he was masturbating.

“Ugh…”

A pitiful groan escaped Jung Pureum. His hips lifted slightly, and his body tensed up.

He’d always been too caught up in the chaos to notice, but Jung Pureum’s face from above was a sight to behold. Jung Pureum, his eyes reddening at the corners, gazed at Moon Yeonghwa as if pleading.

“Hyung… don’t just touch it like that…”

Urging him to put it in quickly followed. It was obvious he was impatient. Moon Yeonghwa felt like he was developing a bad taste he’d never had before. To avoid showing how turned on he was, he averted his gaze slightly.

“Don’t keep trying to free your hands.”

“If you, ugh, keep gripping and shaking it like that… ah, ugh… this is, a bit uncomfortable…”

Whenever Jung Pureum subtly twisted his wrists, Moon Yeonghwa, detecting the movement like a ghost, raised his head again. Jung Pureum ended up doing nothing, only his eyes trembling.

Moon Yeonghwa went from gripping and shaking someone else’s cock to eventually putting it in his mouth. When his tongue touched the glans, Jung Pureum lifted his upper body halfway using only his core strength.

But Jung Pureum’s attempt to stop Moon Yeonghwa was slower than Moon Yeonghwa’s curiosity-driven heaven.

“H-hey, if you point it up like that, it hurts…”

Moon Yeonghwa thought Jung Pureum, who was flustered and unable to do anything, looked incredibly hot. Having always seen him acting confidently and draining his spirit, seeing him now writhing and pleading to be allowed to put it in made him feel a heavy weight below his navel.

So this is the taste of dating someone younger?

Moon Yeonghwa’s social dignity, which had barely held on, finally declared a runaway. Moon Yeonghwa took about half of Jung Pureum’s member into his mouth, which was a bit much for his mouth size.

When he licked the shaft and lightly grazed it with his teeth, Jung Pureum’s body stiffened with tension and arousal. The athlete’s well-defined muscles tensed and relaxed in rapid succession.

As he began to suck and lick the cock like a piece of candy, Jung Pureum raised his bound hands to cover his face. It was Moon Yeonghwa’s first time sucking someone else’s cock in his life, and it was also Jung Pureum’s first time being sucked.

Even without pushing it all the way to the back of his throat, the small oral cavity created a pressure similar to penetration. While the member was in his mouth and being sucked, even Moon Yeonghwa, affected by Jung Pureum’s pheromones, began to lose control and leak his own pheromones.

Getting wet just from sucking the cock of an eight-years-younger almost-boyfriend. And he couldn’t even take all of it. Moon Yeonghwa subtly raised his eyes to check on Jung Pureum’s condition, trying to look as unfazed as possible.

Jung Pureum was panting, his face completely flushed. Having only half of it sucked and nibbled seemed to be making his body even hotter.

If he reached out and grabbed his hair, he could push it in a little deeper. The desire to be rough and the rationality that he couldn’t let Moon Yeonghwa get hurt were at war in Jung Pureum’s mind.

Unaware of Jung Pureum’s state, Moon Yeonghwa kept awkwardly sucking only the front part, complaining that his jaw hurt.

“Hyung, stop…”

“Why? Is it bad?”

“Don’t talk with it, ugh, in your mouth.”

In the end, Jung Pureum disobeyed Moon Yeonghwa’s order not to free his hands and pulled his left hand out. The small handkerchief fluttered and fell to the floor.

He’d reached out to avoid coming in Moon Yeonghwa’s mouth or on his face due to the rising urge, but Jung Pureum unconsciously wrapped his hand around Moon Yeonghwa’s hair. It was an instinctive action.

Unlike his own curly hair, the smooth straight hair tangled between his fingers. When he pulled with a little force, the cock that had only been half-sucked went deep enough to touch the back of the throat.

Suddenly forced to swallow the cock, Moon Yeonghwa coughed. Like someone who’d inhaled something while eating, his eyes naturally welled up with tears. He tried to pull his head back, but the pressing hand was too strong, leaving him with no choice.

“…Don’t swallow.”

Coming in his mouth, not on his face. Moon Yeonghwa realized at that moment that Jung Pureum was truly in a rut.

“Ugh, bitter…”

The semen, half-swallowed and half-spit out, soiled his hands and the bedsheet. Jung Pureum pulled Moon Yeonghwa’s arm without even having time to ask why he’d freed his hands.

Moon Yeonghwa was still on top of Jung Pureum, but control had already completely shifted.

“I want to put it in quickly…”

The pleading tone, like a child acting spoiled, lacked the usual ocean-like patience.

Moon Yeonghwa felt a brief moment of crisis. Jung Pureum’s member, which had just ejaculated, was already getting hard again threateningly. It seemed the concept of a reload time didn’t exist for him.

There was a limit to how much he could stop Jung Pureum’s hands from pulling down his clothes. Even when he said he’d undress himself, Jung Pureum seemed to see nothing now. His hands, without even fully removing the clothes, grabbed and spread him open, much rougher than usual.

“You’re wet.”

“I’ll, ugh, ah… I’ll, do it myself, so…”

“I’d like to see hyung do it himself too… but that would take too long.”

“Ugh, hh…”

Instead of entering one finger at a time with the usual leisurely pace, two thick fingers forced their way in at once, thrusting and digging inside.

No matter how wet he was, the sensation of quickly increasing the number of fingers and thrusting inside made Moon Yeonghwa’s shoulders tremble. Jung Pureum pulled Moon Yeonghwa’s trembling shoulders into an embrace.