Chapter 14: Sweet Dreams, Sticky Reality

“Huk, ah, heuk, hyung… stop…”

“Spread your legs, Haejun.”

Haejun bent both knees and tried to press his thighs together. Sijin, who had been nibbling at his thin neck, gently scolded him. Though embarrassed, Haejun opened his legs again, and Sijin whispered that he was being good. Still, he wound his own legs around Haejun’s to pin them down. Helpless and unable to move, Haejun lay fully exposed to the stimulation he was giving him.

His lower belly itched, and his hips kept jolting. Even though he was only sitting there with his limbs bound, his breath was climbing all the way up to his throat like he’d just done heavy exercise. When he squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face, as if he’d dive right into Sijin’s chest, Sijin planted kisses all over his flushed face.

“Are you close?”

“Mm. Mm-hm…!”

Haejun nodded urgently. He was about to come. Both their hands were layered together, so the weight pressing on his d*ck was considerable. The pressure was just as intense and left no gaps, and the friction had Haejun’s s*x swollen and full.

“Ah, ugh…!”

Then a milky, sticky liquid pushed out through his urethra. It was thick with viscosity, and a lot of it. Sijin kept rubbing the shaft as if he planned to wring out every last drop. The Omega’s body, which had gone stiff as a wooden doll during the climax, trembled and shook from the continuous stimulation that followed.

“Cute.”

Sijin murmured as he kissed Haejun’s eyes, which kept flinching while spilling moans close to sobbing. When a tear that had gathered at the gentle corner of his eye rolled down, Sijin followed it to his jaw and caught it with his tongue.

The exhausted, limp body jumped again when Sijin’s hand moved deeper between his legs. That place was warm, and also damp.

“Why is this already wet?”

“Ah-hut, hyung, your hand… Ah!”

Haejun’s back curved into a round arch. His hips naturally shoved backward, but when Sijin warned with a snake-like “Tsk,” he had no choice but to straighten his body again on his own.

He could feel the sticky semen mingling with clear fluid. It was a sensation he couldn’t tell if it was goosebumps or pleasure. Sijin, who was stirring it all directly, seemed to thoroughly enjoy the feeling. He kept letting out delighted laughter and showering Haejun with praise like “pretty” and “cute.” Then, without any warning, he plunged a finger deep into the moist fold.

“Ah, a-hut!”

Startled, Haejun instinctively grabbed Sijin’s forearm. He might have dug his nails in. But Sijin didn’t flinch and just used his middle finger to poke the tight hole this way and that. The panic at a foreign object entering didn’t last long. Haejun was already lifting his hips on his own, letting out lewd cries.

“Heu, heung… heut.”

“Feels good? It’s getting hard again here.”

Haejun, who’d been rubbing his tear-soaked face against Sijin’s broad chest, swallowed his breath at the touch that tapped his cock. Squinting down at his own crotch, he saw that the d*ck he’d just come from was, true enough, stiff and erect again on its own.

“No way…”

“What do you mean, no way.”

Sijin whispered teasingly without stopping the hand probing below. The hole that had been clenched tight by muscle slowly relaxed under his steady patience. Sijin pushed his index finger in as well and patted Haejun.

“It’s fine. You can come on hyung’s hand.”

As if those words were the trigger, Haejun’s whole body shuddered once more, and his erect cock swayed like a roly-poly toy following the motion. This time, even without being touched, a burst of semen shot out, then began to leak out in dribbles.

“Eu, euh-heut! Haa…”

“Good boy. Well done.”

The low breaths and voice of his hyung spreading into his ear were slowly drifting away. Exhaustion took over his entire body. Haejun exhaled uneven breaths and weakly let his eyelids fall shut.

The surroundings were wrapped in a black curtain. A space like a hollow universe without a single star.

When Haejun slowly opened his eyes, everything was lying on its side. The wooden table his grandmother had found beneath the wall, the wall clock that had just had its batteries replaced, even the television that had cost the most in this house. All the same.

“Mmm…”

Sunlight streamed through the glass window. Shadows fell in the lattice pattern of the window frame, leaving a clear cross shape on Haejun’s cheek. Haejun blinked his groggy eyes, then snapped them wide open at the memory that suddenly surfaced.

“H-hah…!”

And with extremely quick motion, he threw off the blanket that only covered his lower half.

What he was wearing as pajamas was his high school uniform gym clothes. The dark brown pants looked fine on the outside. But Haejun felt a dampness between his legs, precisely as if he’d been soaked front and back with water.

I must really be losing my mind!

“Ah, a-ah… Agh!”

He tried to scream in a muffled voice, but the sheer shock slammed into his brain and the scream burst out on its own anyway. Haejun raked his fingers through his hair, yanked at it, and then started hitting himself with his small fist over and over.

Setting aside one’s secondary gender, anyone born into the male s*x knew exactly what this situation meant. And yesterday, he’d even taken Sijin’s pheromones head-on and leaked fluids into his underwear. Before the shock of wetting himself for the first time in his life had even faded, he’d had a wet dream where his hyung appeared!

“What’s this? Puppy’s awake?”

Just then, the sliding door leading to the kitchen opened and his grandmother appeared. It seemed she’d been getting ready for work and his flailing had reached her through the door. Looking at her grandson whose hair she’d seen him tearing at into a nest, she wore a baffled expression.

“It’s Saturday. Why are you up so early?”

“Th-there’s just… It’s something you don’t need to know, Grandma…”

Haejun pulled the blanket back over himself belatedly, his face turning red. His voice, which started high, faded and blurred by the end. His grandmother folded her wrinkled eyes thinly and clicked her tongue.

“That one’s finally hit puberty, I reckon.”

With that, she grabbed the door frame as if to close it. Sensing she was about to leave for work, Haejun mumbled a greeting.

“Take care, Grandma.”

“Mm.”

The sliding door shut again, followed by the screech of the thin metal front door. Only after the bang did Haejun truly realize he was alone in the house. The quiet, unhurried air of the weekend floated around. But Haejun had no time to enjoy the leisure.

He could already feel a faint chill, as if draft were coming in from somewhere. Sniffling, Haejun awkwardly pushed himself to his feet. After a moment of hesitation, he grabbed both the top blanket and the mattress pad and headed to the bathroom.

At either end of the three-pyeong courtyard, poles could be propped up to hang a line for drying. Haejun looked at his underpants and pants spread out beside the bedding and, without warning, his face blazed red.

Cute. Pretty. The image of his hyung from the dream, peppering him with kisses and saying only sweet things, was still vivid. If anything, memories ought to have evaporated by now, but maybe because he kept replaying the dream while washing his underwear, it only got clearer.

The dream certainly seemed to reflect his own desires, since it differed from reality in a few ways. In real life, Sijin was the busy one, but in the dream, Haejun had brushed him off before getting caught. And the tenderness between them, as if they were lovers, was completely unlike the truth. Especially the touch and gaze that felt so sticky with affection made his skin prickle with chills. Still, the most embarrassing part was Moon Sijin himself.

“Can a person really… talk so… so dirty like that?”

Every time he opened his mouth, obscene words had poured out. He’d been embarrassed even in the dream, and thinking about it now was no different. Haejun looked down at his own groin, now dressed in the fresh underwear and pants.

Hyung looked at this and said it was soft, and all that… He’d always felt ashamed that his groin had no hair and his cock was so smooth, like it looked too boyish. Was this actually his hyung’s type in real life, too?

Haejun had been absently fondling between his legs when he flinched and snatched his hand away. The reflex was as quick as if he’d touched something hot without thinking. By now, his face was burning so hot it couldn’t possibly get any redder.

Right then, the phone started ringing inside the house. Haejun rushed inside, unable to shake the embarrassment even though he was alone.

“Oh…”

It was, of all people, a call from the person he most dreaded facing right now. Because he’d fled like that yesterday, it had been ringing periodically since last night.

“Hyung, I’m sorry… If I pick up now, I don’t think I can lie…”

Haejun turned the ringer to silent and clutched the phone tight in both hands. Then he waited for the call to die on its own. The phone, which had stubbornly kept flashing the incoming call screen, finally quieted just before his heart was about to burst.

The phone didn’t ring a second time. Only after a long while did Haejun send a message, using the excuse that his assignment deadlines were approaching soon, saying he’d probably be busy working on homework this week. In truth, he had two assignments due by Monday alone.

Come to think of it, he’d been working on assignments in the dream too. The screen had been crammed full, and it was nearly finished. And before Sijin had thoroughly tormented him, it seemed he’d even saved the file.

Haejun opened the laptop he’d borrowed from the school library. Naturally, all that came up was a blank page with nothing saved from before. A belated realization of reality set in. Haejun let out a hollow laugh and grabbed the mouse again.

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