Chapter 38: I wanted to do this with you today
by GideonJubin swallowed a ragged breath and asked, “You don’t have to take responsibility, but you should at least be prepared for the consequences.”
Zion added a stern warning. “Between you and me, sunbae.”
Jubin’s eyes wavered with complex emotions he couldn’t put into words.
“Don’t even think about running away. Once we start, we’re going all the way.”
Zion wasn’t sure if his words would hold any weight, but he wanted to make it absolutely clear that this was consensual. He also needed to warn Jubin that once they crossed this line, there would be no turning back.
Jubin thought for a long moment, chewing on his plump, swollen lips.
“Yeah, I’ll remember.”
Having made up his mind, Jubin reached out and pulled down Zion’s pants and briefs in one smooth motion.
Jubin’s movements were practiced as he stripped Zion’s pants and briefs off in a single, fluid motion.
The sight of Jubin swallowing hard as he stared at Zion’s exposed cock was intensely erotic.
As if his own pants were suddenly too restrictive, Jubin kicked them off, letting them fall to the floor before sinking to his knees.
Is this a dream? Zion wondered. I must have been the one who drank the poison.
“Zion.”
The sound of his name, spoken in Jubin’s low, husky voice, sent a jolt of tension through him.
“Yes, sunbae…”
“I’ve never seen one this big before…”
It sounded less like a compliment and more like Jubin was comparing Zion’s size to his own personal average. Zion ran a hand over his face, letting out a dry laugh.
“I warned you. Once I start, I can’t stop.”
“Can I…?” Jubin muttered to himself, then gripped Zion’s thighs tightly.
“Let’s just try it, then.”
As Jubin’s breath brushed against him, Zion’s Adam’s apple bobbed involuntarily. A moment later, the head of his cock was swallowed by a warm, wet heat.
Zion gasped at the unfamiliar pressure. Jubin’s slick, warm mouth and tongue were methodically sucking on him. The sensation of being drawn in sent a dizzying jolt of pleasure straight to his brain. His lips trembled slightly, pulling into a faint smile as he felt like he was floating.
Squeezing one eye shut, Zion looked down. Jubin was half-lidded, diligently working on him. From this angle, his long, dark eyelashes fluttered like a deer’s.
How can he look so innocent and yet so fucking slutty? Especially while he’s chewing on me like this.
The visual alone sent a surge of blood rushing to Zion’s cock, making it throb painfully tight.
“…!”
At the same time, the pressure intensified. Jubin let out a short groan, seemingly overwhelmed by the sheer size of the cock that had grown even larger from the stimulation.
Even that brief sound was so sweet it made him gasp for breath.
Cha Jubin, you’re doing a great job. A damn good one.
This was his first time receiving oral, so he had no point of comparison, but it was obvious Jubin was skilled and experienced.
He couldn’t tell if he felt uncomfortable because Jubin was more experienced than him, or if it was jealousy over the countless people who had gone before him, but a surge of emotion welled up inside him.
His mind was a mess, yet Jubin’s skill at drawing him up just right and leading the pace with perfect timing felt incredibly sexy.
In that moment, unable to hold back his instincts, he pushed his penis a little deeper into Jubin’s already struggling mouth.
“Hh…”
He let out a short groan, his grip tightening on his own thighs.
The sensation of the soft, supple flesh against the head of his cock was so maddeningly good that he ground himself against it in a slow, melting motion. The feeling of that specific spot—so incredibly smooth and soft—was driving him crazy.
Jubin, clearly overwhelmed, urgently spat his cock out of his mouth.
“…Wait, hold on.”
His eyes were shot through with red. Zion reflexively apologized.
“Ah, sorry.”
“My throat… it hurts a little…”
Instead of complaining, Jubin stroked Zion’s thigh with his fingertips, his voice soothing. Then, he lowered his head again, parting his unusually reddened lips.
This time, he sucked Zion’s cock in even deeper. Zion barely managed to hold back a moan that threatened to escape his lips.
Jubin was an incredible blowjobber—so good his jaw was starting to ache from the effort.
Being a man himself, Zion knew exactly where to suck for maximum pleasure and how to make it feel even better. But Jubin’s skilled tongue and steady posture betrayed a level of experience that went far beyond a few casual encounters.
Zion couldn’t even begin to imagine how many people Jubin had played around with during those six years they’d been apart.
A wave of resentment washed over him. He was just getting started, but Jubin had already experienced everything. He was bound to have a long list of people to compare Zion to.
He felt a pang of jealousy toward everyone who had passed through Jubin’s life, and a desperate urgency that he might be measured against them.
I hope he gets hard from my reaction, Zion thought. He licked his lips and murmured, “Sunbae.”
Jubin looked up at him, his eyes meeting Zion’s while he kept his mouth wrapped around Zion’s cock. Zion fought the overwhelming urge to climb on top of him and devour him right then and there.
“Want me to suck yours, too?”
Jubin shook his head, still holding his own cock. Zion’s was already on the verge of bursting, but Jubin’s was barely even flaccid.
Besides, the wetness Jubin had mentioned earlier hadn’t progressed any further.
He’s an Omega, so he shouldn’t mind being penetrated, Zion thought. He pressed down firmly on Jubin’s shoulders.
Jubin naturally let Zion’s cock slip from his mouth. A thin string of saliva stretched between his lips and the head of Zion’s cock, clinging on before finally breaking.
“I’m the one who wants to do this.”
“Ah…”
Jubin let out a soft sigh. His lukewarm reaction left Zion flustered.
Does he like doing it but hate receiving it? Zion asked cautiously, “Do you hate it?”
“It’s not that I hate it, but…”
His cheeks and the area around his eyes flushed crimson. It wasn’t a look of dislike, but rather… as if he were hiding something.
Zion urged him with a glance to tell him, but Jubin only lowered his head further.
“I can’t… I mean, it’s just…”
He seemed terribly nervous, his speech slower and more hesitant than usual.
“What is it?”
When Zion pressed him again, telling him to just say it, Jubin gripped Zion’s wrist tightly.
“D-Don’t be surprised.”
“What is it? Why are you acting like this?”
A tense standoff ensued between Zion, who was trying to strip him, and Jubin, who was terrified of being undressed. The veins on Zion’s hand bulged as he held on, and the veins on Jubin’s arm stood out sharply.
“Is it serious?”
“No, it’s… it’s not that…”
Just then, the memory of Jubin’s spectacular fall in the private room flashed through Zion’s mind.
Zion, sensing Jubin’s desperate attempt to hide the injury, yanked the briefs down in a sudden, forceful motion.
“Hey—!”
Jubin cried out in surprise and tried to push himself up, but Zion pinned both his wrists with one hand, hoisting them above his head and forcing his upper body back down.
“Stay still. Let me see.”
With a tug of Zion’s hand, the briefs were pulled all the way down to Jubin’s thighs. Zion stared, momentarily stunned by the unexpected sight of bare, pale skin.
“Sunbae…”
It wasn’t something to be that surprised about, but as a man, he’d expected to see a full head of hair where it should have been. Instead, there wasn’t a single stray hair in sight.
Zion, a former competitive swimmer, was used to pre-race shaving, so the sight itself wasn’t shocking. What surprised him was that this was Cha Jubin—and that this wasn’t just a simple shave, but a clean, professional wax.
While hygiene was likely the primary reason, given his adventurous approach to sex, it seemed more plausible that this was a carefully planned surprise.
“…Don’t look…”
A few moments ago, there had been no sign of arousal, but now, a steady stream of slick was leaking from his lower body. His face and neck flushed crimson with shame, and he fidgeted, unsure of where to put himself.
How considerate of Cha Jubin to go this far. It felt cruel that he was this kind to everyone.
“You always prepare like this for your partners, don’t you?”
Couldn’t that kindness be reserved just for me? The thought tore his heart to shreds. If I could just make him fall for me physically, maybe I could monopolize his kindness.
At that moment, Jubin’s full lips parted.
“No, this is my first time.”
What? The unexpected words hit him like a blow to the back of his head.
“…You mean, this is your first time?”
“Yeah. You like things clean and tidy. I’ve never… done this before.”
He trailed off, his head hanging low. You mean you haven’t prepared for this enough times to be sick of it? Unfortunately, Zion still couldn’t bring himself to believe the words.
He didn’t want to get his hopes up and just end up hurting himself.
Jubin kept his head down, his voice barely a murmur as he struggled to finish his sentence.
“The… rain…”
“The rain?”
“I saw… the forecast said it would rain…”
Zion waited patiently for him to continue.
“My mood gets… a bit… you know…”
Though the alcohol made their conversation jump around, Zion could easily guess what he was trying to say.
“Do you get depressed when it rains?”
Jubin gave a slight nod and added, “My pheromones… they go wild…”
So all those people he slept with… it was just because of his mood being affected by pheromones? Zion had wondered why he’d hooked up with so many people, but it turned out he was just a slave to his own pheromones. He’d always claimed he hated being controlled by them, yet here he was, completely at their mercy.
My heart sank again, realizing it wasn’t just my pheromones that were getting to him.
“Oh, I see…”
Zion’s voice trembled with undisguised disappointment.
“I wanted to do it with you today.”
Am I finally losing my mind, drunk on his pheromones? The words were so unbelievable that I doubted my own hearing, questioning them over and over again.
“Ever since I met you again, I’ve been getting ready on my own whenever there was rain in the forecast. Just me, acting on my own… getting my hopes up…”
Holy shit. Am I dreaming? This was a moment I never wanted to wake up from.
“So you’re saying you wanted to do it with me? That you got ready for me every single time before we met?”
“…Yeah.”
He answered firmly, his head still bowed.
Fuck. I couldn’t contain my excitement and threw myself at him, showering his lips with desperate, frantic kisses.
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