The Muse Chapter 11 - Fine - Main Story End

The place the two people headed to was Sihoo’s house. As Yejun stepped into the living room, he widened his eyes in surprise. He seemed taken aback by the messy state of the house.

Meanwhile, Sihoo was examining the gift. As he opened the box, his mouth twitched slightly. What came into his view was a tie pin.

“I thought you wanted it.”

“Me?”

In that moment of unconscious questioning, the conversations they had during their last sexual encounter came vividly to mind.

‘I might buy a tie pin.’

‘A tie pin? What style do you like?’

‘Why? Are you going to buy it for me?’

It had been a joke. Sihoo had already forgotten those words, but Yoo Yejun had kept them in his heart.

Sihoo tried the pin on his tie. The simple design lacked the flashiness he wanted, but it still made him smile.

Sihoo looked up with a faint smile. Yejun was already busy cleaning the living room. Sihoo grabbed his arm as he reached for the ashtray.

“Don’t touch it.”

“But…”

“Do you think I brought you here to clean?”

“Then why did you bring me here?”

Yejun asked innocently as he was pulled along.

“What did you bring me here for?”

“You’ve gotten even more cunning, Yoo Yejun,” Sihoo muttered to himself as he sat Yejun down. Yejun blinked quickly as he supported himself with both hands. He was sitting on a piano stool. His expression was innocently childlike, as if asking why he was being sat there.

A red glow flashed in Sihoo’s eyes as he looked down. Only now did he realize that they finally had time alone together, and his excitement grew uncontrollably. Sihoo felt his rationality quickly fading as he gripped Yejun’s thighs tightly.

The movement squirming under his palms was lovely. Kneeling between his legs, Sihoo was still smiling.

“I should have locked you up earlier.”

Whether the rut came or not, they could just have sex. He regretted missing that good opportunity and lowered his head towards Yejun’s crotch. As he gently rubbed between his legs with his lips, a familiar moan echoed in his head.

“Wait a minute.”

“…”

“Wait a minute.”

Only then did Sihoo lift his chin, still positioned between Yejun’s thighs. His eyes gleamed sharply like a hungry beast that had found its prey, but his lips still held a polite smile.

“I’ll give you one minute. Say what you want to say.”

His tone was firm, as if there was no room for more. Yejun’s face flushed red with some thought.

“Shouldn’t we wash up?”

“There’s no time for that.”

“…What if the rut comes again? The hospital said it was a stable period, but still…”

“Then it would be even better.”

The once monotonous voice began to grow rougher. The excitement rose faster due to the weeks of absence. Sihoo, who had been stroking the inside of Yejun’s thigh, soon undid his pants buckle. The hand that pulled down his underwear and took out his penis was more hurried than usual.

The cock that popped out was already hard. Sihoo narrowed his eyes and examined the dark red thing from every angle. Yejun exhaled a broken breath, seemingly stimulated by the gaze alone.

Sihoo grabbed it with one hand and brought his body closer. The flesh touching his palm was wet. As he gently rubbed it up and down, the other person’s pheromones grew stronger. As an alpha, he should have felt caution, but his sensitive body tingled just from the touch of the pheromones.

“Stop worrying and just move as you want.”

He wanted to swallow the cock in one go, and his throat itched. Just before he moved as he wanted, Sihoo looked up with just his eyes and said again,

“Move as you want. Yes, Yejun?”

Sihoo was sure that Yejun had read his message. Yejun’s face, looking down with ragged breath, had an exclamation mark on it.

Facing the trembling gaze, Sihoo stuck out his tongue and licked his lower lip. His dry lips, parched by the winter air, began to moisten.

Finally, Sihoo lowered his head and opened his wet mouth wider. The hard thing filled his throbbing throat.

“Mm.”

He couldn’t swallow it all the way to the root due to its length and thickness. Sihoo paused for a moment and only moved his lips. Every time he swallowed the leaking saliva, his throat tightened. Perhaps it was painful to have his genitals squeezed, Yejun let out a short moan, “Ugh.”

Sihoo, holding Yejun’s thighs in place, breathed only through his nose. As he calmed the excitement that had risen to the top of his head, he felt the thing in his mouth more vividly.

The blood vessels of the penis stuck to his palate, the hardness of the glans that reached his esophagus. The taste of the cock, which he hadn’t experienced in a long time, finally spread satisfaction throughout his body.

He began to move his face again, swallowing his laughter. Every time he moved his head back and forth, the glans poked his throat. Whenever the tip pressed down on the soft flesh, Sihoo unconsciously made a sound, “Ugh.” Then Yejun reached down and stroked the back of Sihoo’s neck.

The fingers brushing his skin were affectionate, but the pheromones flowing out were not. They were filled with the desire to press down on Sihoo, possess him, and dominate him right away.

Was this how he felt even when he was a beta? The pleasure of knowing the other person’s inner thoughts scratched at his fingertips. Sihoo looked up at the other person’s face.

“Hyung…”

Yejun, calling out low, still had a face that seemed to be suppressing something. Sihoo’s eyes narrowed as he stared. Soon, as he sucked the penis deeper, his surprised throat narrowed. The intention to stimulate more was simple. Don’t hold back.

His lips and chin began to tingle, but he had no intention of spitting out the penis. Instead, he fixed his face in place and only sucked in the penis. Sihoo continued to signal with his wide-open eyes.

At that moment, Yejun’s hand, which had been stroking his neck, grabbed his hair. The black hair, suddenly caught, became a mess in an instant. In the sudden situation, Sihoo widened his eyes, and Yejun pressed Sihoo’s head down between his legs.

“Mm!”

“Ugh, whoo…”

Thud, thud, thud!

Yejun, still sitting in the chair, thrust his lower body upward. The bulging veins scratched the mucous membrane. The flesh that retreated and then thrust in pressed down on his tongue and sometimes poked his uvula.

Perhaps because he had permission, Yejun was moving more roughly than in the previous oral sex. Even as Sihoo struggled in pain, he did not let go of the hand holding his head. Rather, he pressed down harder so that the penis could go deeper.

A dull friction sound began to mix with a wet sound. Saliva mixed with pre-cum flowed down the shaft. Unlike before, Sihoo now closed his eyes tightly, unable to swallow properly. The glans, which had suddenly entered, now stirred inside his mouth.

“Ha…”

Seeing Sihoo’s face with one cheek bulging, Yejun made a sound like an exclamation. Every time the ridged part of the glans rubbed the inside of his cheek, Sihoo’s tailbone tingled. He shook his hips slightly and stuck out his tongue, unable to resist the pleasure.

As he licked the shaft, Yejun’s thigh twitched. But soon, changing the angle of his penis, he thrust it deep into his uvula. Sihoo widened his eyes and stiffened. The sticky semen stuck to his esophagus, making it hard to swallow.

“Huh, mm!”

Sihoo tensed his body, making a short sound. He felt something flowing under his once sharp nose. At the moment he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Yejun pulled his head back and made him spit out the penis.

“Ha! Ha, ha, ha, ha…Ha!”

After breathing heavily for a moment, Sihoo looked for the handkerchief in his coat pocket. He felt embarrassed that something had come out of his nose.

‘Shit, what is this now?’

In a hurry, he pressed a handkerchief under his nose, a new experience for him. Watching this, Yejun smiled, flushed with excitement.

“Ha ha.”

Sihoo frowned, signaling not to laugh. Then Yejun bent down and gently took the handkerchief. He then wiped Sihoo’s nose with the handkerchief and whispered,

“I must have pushed too deep. Semen is coming out of your nose.”

“…What came out?”

“Semen. Should I show you?”

His face flushed. Yoo Yejun must have seen it all. He must have seen the semen flowing out of his nose and mouth as he sucked his cock.

Sihoo grabbed the handkerchief and threw it away. The lingering laughter in his ears made him dizzy.

“Don’t laugh.”

“It’s okay, Hyung. You’re cute.”

“What are you— mmph.”

Just as he was about to scold him, he was kissed. The soft lips pressing against his skin made Sihoo’s back straighten.

As their pheromones mixed, a rough breath escaped between their lips, and a tongue pushed in. The fiery hot tongue relentlessly stirred inside Sihoo’s mouth, which was full of semen.

Sihoo silently smiled as he tilted his head back. Yejun also pressed his lips against Sihoo’s chin and neck.

Smack, smack.

The ticklish sound made Sihoo moan, and Yejun laughed again.

In the space filled with pheromones, the two looked at each other. Sihoo was already taking off his coat. The cold fabric slipped off.

“You swallow semen well.”

Expecting a flustered reaction, Yejun responded calmly instead.

“So do you, Hyung.”

“And you’re good at talking back.”

Sihoo stood up, grabbed Yejun’s chin, and bit his rosy cheek. Even as he bit down, Yejun showed no sign of pain. Instead, he caressed Sihoo’s waist with both hands, further arousing him. Satisfied, Sihoo nodded with a lazy expression.

“Good job, you’ve learned well.”

Yejun smiled happily at the compliment. On his flushed cheek was a faint tooth mark.

Sihoo traced the mark and the dimple below it with his fingernail, then grabbed his tie with his other hand. The pin on the tie sparkled in the light.

“Yejun.”

“…Yes, Hyung.”

Sensing the seriousness in his voice, Yejun’s voice trembled slightly. Gazing at the anticipation in his light-colored eyes, Sihoo moved his red lips.

“Will you teach me some piano?”

His voice was slow, gentle, subtle, and meaningful. As soon as he finished speaking, Yejun pushed him down. Feeling the tie being roughly undone, Sihoo let out a long breath. The breath, filled with laughter, soon turned into a moan.

Discordant sounds filled the entire space. Sihoo’s hand, pressing down on the piano keys, was convulsing. The back of his hand, veins bulging, was slick with sweat. His neatly trimmed nails scratched the black keys, clearly showing his excitement.

At that moment, the person behind him reached out and pressed down on Sihoo’s hand.

Bang!

A thick cock opened Sihoo’s hole and went all the way in. Sihoo jerked his hips forward, making the same piano sound as before. Then Yejun made his trembling fingers stand up and quietly recited,

“Hands up.”

“You press them down, when, ever.”

“Raise your fingers and make a circle. Imagine you’re holding a bead, like this.”

As soon as the “good job” compliment ended, Yejun pulled out the inserted cock. Then he thrust it back in all the way and moved his lower body in a mellow motion. Sihoo, with his hands on the keys and his buttocks sticking out, opened his mouth wide and said, “Ah!”

All his nerves focused on the foreign cock inside him. Long and thick, it moved slowly, poking and rubbing against various spots, as if to let him know he was taking a dick in his ass. The burning sensation made Sihoo’s brain cells feel like they were all burning up, and he had no choice but to lower his hands again.

“Ugh…haa.”

As he breathed roughly, something touched him from behind. His sensitive body easily recognized it as Yejun’s fingers.

The fingers pressed against the back of his neck and slowly slid down. The caress running down his spine made his butt crack tingle for no reason. Sihoo grimaced, making a sound through his teeth. The act of someone invisible stroking his back was unfamiliar yet thrilling and exciting.

The slowly descending finger suddenly poked at his hole. Caught off guard, Sihoo involuntarily tightened his hole, squeezing Yejun’s cock even harder. Something flowed down his thighs. He knew without looking that it was either the gel inside him or Yejun’s fluids.

Thud, thud!

Yejun thrust hard, fingering his hole. Every time the cock moved in and out of the hole widened by the fingers and dick, a squelching sound burst out. With each intense thrust, Sihoo was pushed forward. His heels dug in, trembling with effort.

“Wait a minute…”

“I haven’t finished teaching you yet.”

Feeling he couldn’t take it anymore, he tried to stop, but Yejun didn’t listen. Instead, he grabbed his waist with both hands and thrust even deeper.

Sihoo made a shocked sound, “Huk,” and clenched his fists. The distorted piano sound hit his ears, and something long reached its peak. The sensation of his internal organs being pressed made him speechless.

Meanwhile, the inner flesh of his hole, excited, sucked on the cock relentlessly. It made a ‘zhuup’ sound every time it stuck and came off. Yejun found it amusing and laughed softly. He repeated pushing in deep and pulling out, making the same sound.

“Ha!”

Sihoo hit the piano keys hard with his fist. Surprisingly, his distorted mouth was smiling. He muttered, feeling something pushing in and out, trying to push up his inner walls.

“Fuck, ha, why is it so good?”

“Do you like it?”

“I like it, so I’m letting you, huu, do it.”

He turned his head to look up at Yejun, still clenching his fists. His whites, which had been bluish, were now red with pleasure. Sihoo said sarcastically,

“If I didn’t like it, would I have let you fuck me?”

Yejun, who had been staring blankly, soon smiled. A dimple appeared, and he pressed his body close. His pubic hair rubbed against Sihoo’s butt.

“I’m glad you’re looking at me, Hyung.”

“Ugh, slowly…!”

“Then I’ll trust you and go even wilder.”

Sihoo’s chest swelled as he panted. Yejun was thrusting wildly like a dog in heat. His erect cock pounded into him.

Sihoo’s knees began to buckle from the intense sex. Though he was confident in his stamina, he couldn’t beat Yoo Yejun. Overwhelmed by the power and ferocity of the younger dominant alpha, Sihoo collapsed.

“Ah!”

The feeling of the cock slipping out of his ass was so good it sent shivers down his spine. Panting, he grabbed the piano. He could feel his gaping hole leaking something. Again, he felt like he had become an omega.

Just as Sihoo, now red even around his eyes, exhaled his ragged breath, Yejun sat down on his knees behind him and pulled his buttocks towards him. The hole widened, and the cock slid back in to the hilt.

His nails scratched the piano and fell to the chair below. As soon as Sihoo grabbed the edge of the chair, Yejun breathed roughly and thrust his hips up. The veiny shaft scraped his inner walls sharply. The pleasure, bordering on pain, made his inner flesh greedily suck on the long, thick cock.

“Ah, I told you, to do it slowly!”

“Ha, Hyung.”

“Ugh, kuh, huk.”

“Do you like it, huh, when I thrust deep?”

“?”

“You’re squeezing more.”

Yejun muttered in a husky voice and grabbed Sihoo’s butt even harder. He kneaded the white buttocks hard enough to leave handprints, then dug into the narrow inner walls and thrust all the way in. Sihoo involuntarily lowered his gaze.

As before, his lower abdomen was prominently bulging. Below his rounded belly, his cock was dripping pre-cum.

Admiring his visibly excited cock didn’t last long, as Sihoo’s body shook violently. The thing that filled his stomach moved quickly, pressing against various parts inside him.

Thud, thud! Thud!

The dull friction sound stuck thickly to his eardrums. Sihoo, with his flushed ears, moved his hips himself. He tightened his inner walls whenever the cock entered.

Yejun let out a low moan and thrust the root of his shaft all the way in. Sihoo’s knees, which were on the floor, shook even more.

He couldn’t believe a person could feel this much. He couldn’t even make a proper moan. Sihoo felt the large glans pressing firmly against his prostate and rested his forehead on the chair. His head became a mess, standing up like dandelion seeds whenever it was rubbed side to side.

“Ugh!”

Suddenly, his earlobe was sucked. Yejun, with his body pressed close, caressed his ear with his lips. He licked the well-ripened spot with his tongue and spread Sihoo’s buttocks with his hands. The hole, which had been gripping the cock, also tightened and made a wet sound. Sihoo laughed, feeling even more aroused by the lewd sound.

Drip.

Fluid ran down his thigh. As he felt the ticklish sensation and tried to close his legs, Yejun pressed his lips to the nape of his neck and thrust his hips. Every time the thick cock hit and came out, he couldn’t breathe properly. Sihoo now tilted his head back and let out a hot breath.

“Huff, ah, ugh, Yoo, Yejun…kuh!”

Yejun said, “Yes,” and raised both hands. The hands that had been gripping his buttocks grabbed Sihoo’s arms. Sihoo, with his arms pulled back, unconsciously raised his buttocks high. His slightly hardened nipples rubbed against the chair, giving him a strange feeling.

“Ugh.”

Sihoo frowned at the sensitive flesh rubbing against him. However, he couldn’t focus on his chest for long. The speed of the cock moving in and out of his stomach gradually increased. With his arms bound by strong, large hands, he only trembled slightly with his buttocks.

“Now, stop…”

“Are you about to come?”

“Ugh!”

“Hyung, are you about to come?”

The soft whisper pierced his eardrum. Sihoo barely turned his head and furrowed his brow. His expression said, do I really have to answer that? At that moment, Yejun released his arms. Caught off guard by the sudden freedom, Sihoo lost his balance.

As he hugged the chair, he couldn’t grasp the situation before a heavy weight pressed against his back. Sihoo’s wide-open eyes had an exclamation mark in them.

“Huk!”

Yejun pressed down on Sihoo with his massive body. Each time, Sihoo’s chest was stimulated by the chair in front of him, and he opened his mouth wide. Unswallowed saliva burst out, dirtying the chair.

Even in this situation, the large cock slipped out and pushed back in to the hilt. When the veiny shaft scratched his swollen prostate,

“Ugh, ah, huk…!”

With a short sound, Sihoo closed his eyes tightly. As the thick shaft crushed his prostate and the glans dug into his rectum, he could no longer hold back his climax.

Sihoo, hanging onto the chair, trembled like he was having a seizure. His erect cock began to leak cum.

As he unconsciously tightened below, Yejun made a growling sound. Then, he hugged Sihoo’s wavering hips tightly and lowered his head. When his brown hair tickled his flushed skin, something hot started to burst out from his cock.

“Ha, shit…ugh!”

Sihoo’s face turned bright red. The alpha’s cock, as if to let him know it was inside him, spurted hot semen. Every time he felt the cum sticking to his inner walls, his heart beat faster. So fast, it felt like it might burst out of his chest. Thud, thud.

“Haa, ha…”

As he panted, his chin was grabbed. Sihoo looked at the person who had turned his chin. The eyes that were usually sharp and intelligent were now lazily unfocused. He smiled silently, his face flushed with the aftermath of his orgasm.

“…You shouldn’t smile like that.”

“Why? Does it turn you on?”

“Ahaha.”

After looking at the teardrop mole and dimple on Yejun’s face, Sihoo slightly parted his lips.

Following the unspoken command, Yejun willingly leaned his head forward. The two, still connected, shared a wet kiss. The quiet space soon filled with the sound of their saliva mixing.

After finishing his shower and stepping out, Sihoo slightly furrowed his brow. Yejun was busy moving around the living room. Sihoo watched the robe Yejun was wearing flutter as he moved, and parted his lips.

“What are you doing?” Sihoo asked, his voice not hiding his astonishment. As he approached, Yejun’s face brightened like sunlight. Just exchanging glances seemed to make him incredibly happy.

Sihoo, with a towel on his shoulder, looked around. The clothes that had been scattered were neatly folded, and the cigarette butts and ashes that had filled the ashtray were gone. He couldn’t help but sigh at the situation that had unfolded while he was showering.

“You could have just asked someone to do this.”

“It wasn’t that hard. I just did a simple cleanup.”

“I told you yesterday too. I didn’t bring you here to clean.”

He had ended up making someone else’s precious son clean his house. Clicking his tongue, Sihoo’s eyes suddenly twitched. He thought of Yejun’s older brother, Yoo Yeonwoo.

Yeonwoo would never have imagined that his beloved youngest brother was involved with someone like him. His temples throbbed. He still had no idea what to say to Yoo Yeonwoo and Baek Doyoung.

As various thoughts swirled in his mind, Yejun started tidying the sofa. Seeing him about to clean someone else’s house again, Sihoo’s brow furrowed.

“I told you not to…”

Just as he was about to grab Yejun’s wrist to stop him, Yejun eagerly grasped Sihoo’s hand. Caught off guard, Sihoo was seated on the sofa. Blinking in surprise, he heard laughter above his head.

“Where’s the ointment I bought last time?”

“…Why the ointment?”

Instead of answering, Yejun quickly scanned the room. His eyes sparkled even brighter in the sunlight streaming through the window.

Sihoo felt captivated by the lively face, radiant like the summer sun. What was this feeling stirring in his chest? Lost in the strange sensation, Yejun finally spotted the medicines on the shelf.

He brought over a tube of ointment and knelt in front of Sihoo. Watching him open the lid, Sihoo’s eyes narrowed. With Yejun kneeling like that, it felt like he was being proposed to.

Sihoo frowned, not out of displeasure, but surprise.

“I’ll tend to your knee.”

The whisper was gentle, as was the touch of the hand applying the ointment. Sihoo’s tense eyebrows relaxed.

“You knew, didn’t you?”

“Knew what?” Yejun’s voice remained soft.

“That I’m the second son of the Sangwon Group?”

“Did Hyunseok tell you?”

“No, I actually saw it on the news. Even if Hyunseok Hyung didn’t tell me, I would have found out quickly.”

It wasn’t too surprising, as he had expected it to some extent.

“And you knew that your Hyung and my sister are dating?”

“I’ve known that for a long time. I found out they were dating when I was in the military.”

“Even knowing that, you kept seeing me?”

“Hyungs are Hyungs, and we are us.”

The brown eyes looking back at him sparkled.

“Right?”

Sihoo decided not to ask why Yejun hadn’t told him sooner. He himself hadn’t wanted Yejun to know his information. Yejun had clearly done it out of consideration for him. Whether it was out of thoughtfulness or fear of unnecessary anger, he wasn’t sure.

Sihoo let out a chuckle and lifted Yejun’s chin. Yejun, compliant, smiled with crescent-shaped eyes.

“Yoo Yejun, you’re quite clever. You hid it well.”

Yejun’s smile deepened. He tilted his head slightly, giving Sihoo a confident look. In that moment, Sihoo realized Yejun’s feelings.

Yoo Yejun now knows. Baek Sihoo would never abandon him.

“Hyung.”

The fingers that had been tracing his knee fell away. The suddenly serious tone was unsettling. Unintentionally, Sihoo recalled Yejun’s past confession. The whispered declarations of love, repeated in a feverish haze, echoed in his ears.

Sihoo released the chin he had been holding. Immediately, Yejun naturally wrapped his hand around Sihoo’s and pressed his face against his palm. A tingling sensation ran down from the point of contact, tickling his elbow.

“I…” Yejun began, but instead of continuing, he closed his mouth. The smile playing on his lips made it clear he was deliberately drawing out the moment.

Sihoo slightly furrowed his brow as he met the meaningful smile. He had a strong feeling that Yejun was about to confess again.

What should he say in response?

His eyes, half-hidden by his lowered lashes, trembled slightly. His mind, usually so composed and capable at work, was now a tangled mess. As his thoughts raced, Yejun suddenly knelt down.

Sihoo unconsciously held his breath. His wide-open eyes saw Yejun kissing his cheek. Yejun had his eyes closed, his face calm. Seeing his long, dense lashes, Sihoo’s heart raced unusually fast.

Yejun was the first to pull away. Compared to the previous night’s sex, the kiss was innocently cute. He smiled, his laughter as refreshing as a crisp apple.

“Can I play the piano? I want to play for you.”

What came from Yejun’s lips was not a confession. Yet, Sihoo remained stiff, his mouth tightly shut. The gentle voice tickled his earlobe.

“For you, Hyung.”

Only after hearing the light addition did Sihoo regain his composure. He stood up, his tone rather gruff.

“Go ahead.”

The dry mutter held an unprecedented warmth. Recognizing this, Yejun smiled broadly, his dimples showing.

Sihoo turned away, pretending not to notice, and walked to the table. He was suddenly thirsty.

Even as he opened the fridge and took out the water bottle, the strange feeling lingered. Instead of fading, it swelled like a balloon.

Sihoo attributed this sensation to lust. Though it didn’t quite fit, he stubbornly clung to this explanation.

Then he realized he was standing there, holding the water bottle, doing nothing. His straight mouth turned downwards.

‘I must be crazy.’

It was just a casual kiss. He had done much more intense things with Yejun countless times. Yet, he was frozen like a boy receiving his first kiss. It was ridiculous.

Just as he was about to laugh it off, the piano music reached his ears. The soft melody made the furrow between his brows disappear. Sihoo turned around, forgetting his thirst.

He saw Yejun’s back. Wearing the same white robe as Sihoo, he sat at the piano. The music flowed smoothly and gently, like water.

After a moment, Yejun lifted his fingers from the keys. In the brief silence, he tilted his head slightly. Sihoo captured the image of his brown hair gently swaying.

The paused melody resumed, this time a bright and lively jazz tune. Sihoo quickly recognized the familiar song.

<A Loving Greeting>

Even in its jazz arrangement, the song retained its lovable atmosphere. Yejun suddenly turned his head, catching Sihoo off guard. Their eyes met unexpectedly.

Still moving his fingers, Yejun smiled silently. His dimples deepened charmingly. The sight sent a wave of emotion through Sihoo’s briefly calmed heart.

Yejun turned his gaze back to the piano. As he focused on playing, Sihoo gripped the water bottle tighter, veins bulging on the back of his hand, unnoticed.