Kiss Me if You Can Novel - Chapter 62

The more of him that was enveloped by the hot inner walls, the more frantic Chase became. Eventually, unable to bear it, he moaned and thrashed his hips wildly. Because of this, Josh’s plan to slowly and tantalizingly insert himself failed. His violent thrusts mercilessly impaled Josh’s aroused penis inside.

“Ah, ha…”

Josh gasped as if screaming, arching his back. Then his firm body trembled and shuddered.

Thump, thump, semen scattered everywhere. The subtle taste that spread in his mouth made Chase realize it was Josh’s bodily fluid.

Josh sat dazed on top of Chase for a moment, his body trembling faintly. He had come just from insertion alone. It was so fast, he couldn’t believe it himself.

But this was not a situation to simply enjoy the afterglow. The penis, still raising its head like an enraged viper, remained inside him.

Seeing Chase’s anxious gaze fixed on him, Josh gave a wry smile and reached out. The cleverly tied necktie easily came undone. Then, with a clinking metallic sound, the belt that bound Chase also lost its hold. And Chase immediately exacted revenge for the torment he had endured.

“…!”

When he came to his senses, their positions had changed.

“Damn it…! Are you trying to kill me?”

Chase gnashed his teeth and muttered roughly. Josh, lying in the spot where Chase had been helplessly bound just moments before, smiled. When Chase reached out and pulled him by the neck, Chase let out a low curse, then his lips met. Following that, he filled Josh’s lower part, entering deep inside. There was no consideration or leisure whatsoever.

Josh instinctively frowned at the wildly thrusting penis, but the pain wasn’t severe. His thoroughly wet inner walls poured out copious amounts of fluid, making Chase’s movements smooth.

Squishing sounds continued without end, disorienting his ears. Chase desperately rubbed his lips together, intertwining their tongues. The friction of the penis moving in and out, heating his lower body as if branded by fire, made Josh’s mind go hazy again.

“Haa, haa. Ah, haa.”

Chase panted roughly, thrusting in like a madman. Sweat from his face dripped into Josh’s mouth, and as their lips met, saliva mixed.

Chase hugged Josh tightly, moving his hips wildly. His stomach filled and emptied with the violent thrusts, then filled even deeper. Josh contorted his brows, hugging him back. The moment he lifted his hips and locked their lower bodies tightly, Chase suddenly gasped roughly.

“…Uh, mmph.”

The scent of pheromones filled his body, and heat surged. Josh tightened and loosened his lower body in rhythm with Chase’s climax. Each time, Chase’s semen spilled into his stomach.

Haa, haa.

Finally, when he finished coming with rough breaths, Josh’s lower opening was thoroughly wet, mixed with semen and bodily fluid.

Haa, haa. Haa, haa.

For a while, rapid breathing sounds disoriented his ears. Josh, who had been holding Chase and catching his breath, let go when Chase, who had paused for a moment, sat up. The thick penis slipped out from below, and his stomach felt empty.

Before he could feel the emptiness, Josh checked Chase’s penis, which was still stiffly erect. It was thoroughly wet with a mixture of bodily fluid and semen, all the way down its long shaft. Looking down at Josh, Chase spoke.

“Get on your stomach.”

Josh smiled suggestively and obeyed him. Again, their lower bodies violently interlocked, filling his stomach. Chase began to move his hips wildly. Each time, Josh’s firm buttocks collided with his flesh, echoing with vulgar sounds.

The renewed sex continued several times until dawn.

His entire body felt languid. Chase stirred in his sleep and frowned. A savory smell roused a part of his consciousness. He inhaled deeply, identifying the scent.

…Butter? Peanuts?

A faint sizzling sound, as if oil was boiling, further fueled his conjecture. Suddenly feeling an intense hunger, he opened his eyes.

The first thing that came into view was the familiar ceiling of the trailer. He realized he had been lying asleep in bed next.

He unconsciously raised his arm and paused, seeing the marks left by the ties on his wrists. The violent sex just before falling asleep belatedly came back to him. And how wildly he had tumbled with Josh on the bed after regaining his freedom. The dried bodily fluid on the sheets proved it wasn’t a dream. The problem was that the other person wasn’t there.

“Joshua?”

It was when he called his name anxiously. Suddenly, the bedroom door opened.

“…!”

He instinctively sprang up and sat, and Josh, who had calmly stepped into the room, blinked and said, “Oh.”

“You’re awake? How do you feel?”

“…What happened? What, now.”

Chase looked Josh up and down, bewildered. And rightly so, as Josh was shirtless, wearing only jeans. At least they looked familiar, as if he had picked out any of Chase’s clothes. To Chase, whose gaze was fixed on Josh’s well-defined, firm chest, Josh spoke nonchalantly.

“You were sleeping, so I made this. Thought you might be hungry.”

While he explained smoothly, Chase didn’t blink once. He slowly moved his gaze from Josh’s chest to his slender waist, hips, then up to his angular shoulders and neck, finally reaching his face. He suddenly reached out and pulled Josh’s arm.

Josh readily allowed himself to be pulled, standing between Chase’s legs. Chase wrapped his arms around Josh’s waist and rested his head on his chest. Remembering Pete, who used to look for him after waking up, Josh gently stroked Chase’s hair.

“You eat peanuts, right?”

Chase nodded at Josh’s question, then pressed his lips to Josh’s exposed skin.

“Why do you have so many scars on your body?”

He was referring to old scars. Remembering that Chase had once looked him over, Josh replied nonchalantly.

“I got a bit injured in the military. And a lot while working as a bodyguard.”

“What about this one?”

When Chase touched a long scar on his lower abdomen, Josh almost jumped. It was the mark of a C-section.

Suddenly, his heart began to pound wildly. Male omegas give birth via C-section. Josh was no exception. But there was no way he could tell him the truth.

“Appendicitis.”

He answered briefly. Then, before Chase could notice anything strange, he quickly changed the subject.

“I’m starving to death, how about you?”

Only then did Chase feel hungry and nod. Josh naturally pulled Chase away and spoke.

“There were a lot of ingredients in the fridge. I made it myself, isn’t it okay?”

“You? Yourself? You cooked?”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Josh nodded repeatedly, then smiled.

“I didn’t put any poison in it.”

“…I know.”

Chase blushed faintly, looking awkward. Josh turned and headed straight for the kitchen.

Chase sat on the bed, waiting blankly for him. After all, the food was all the same. It just had to relieve the pain of hunger. Chase had always thought that way, and no food had ever betrayed his belief.

This time, he thought the same. All he wanted was to quickly fill his empty stomach, as if all his organs had been stolen. So, even when he smelled the mouth-watering aroma that made him audibly swallow, he didn’t have high expectations. Contrary to the rich aroma, it just looked like ordinary steak and potatoes, and he felt only a slight disappointment.

“If you don’t like the doneness, tell me. I’ll cook it again.”

Josh said as he placed the bed tray on the bed. Chase indifferently lowered his gaze, thinking it wouldn’t make much difference whether it was cooked more or not. Josh sat opposite him and skillfully began to cut the steak.

Chase looked down at the steak, where blood still pooled, then raised his head. Josh, who had been mindlessly repeating the motion, paused. The habit of cutting meat for Pete had unconsciously come out. He was relieved that he had come to his senses before cutting it into small pieces suitable for a child, and pretended not to notice, offering the knife.

“Here.”

Chase took the knife and fork without much reaction, speared a piece of cut meat, and put it in his mouth. He chewed indifferently once, then paused. Josh quietly watched his reaction. Chase slowly moved his cheeks. The wrinkled brow didn’t change, but the reaction was clear. When he finally swallowed the slowly chewed meat, Josh spoke.

“Should I cook it more?”

Chase paused for a moment before answering.

“No.”

He silently put another piece of cut meat into his mouth and began to chew at a faster pace than before. Josh opened a water bottle, poured water into a glass, and said,

“There are a lot of good ingredients in the fridge. How about we cook more often from now on?”

Chase stopped chewing and looked up. Josh chuckled at his surprised expression.

“It’s hard to match meal times, and freshly made food tastes better than pre-prepared dishes. That is, if you don’t mind me making it for you.”

“…You?”

“Yes.”

Josh added playfully.

“If you’re worried about me poisoning you, how about you act in a way that doesn’t make me want to?”

“I told you I don’t think that about you.”

Chase snapped back, then definitely put a large chunk into his mouth and began to chew. Josh chuckled briefly, then looked down at his almost empty plate and asked,

“Want more?”

Chase didn’t answer. Josh readily continued.

“While you wait, have some salad too. It’s fried peanuts mixed with mashed potatoes, it’s delicious.”

Josh confidently smiled at Chase, who glanced at him, then suddenly reached out his hand. He quickly withdrew it, realizing he had almost stroked his head as he unconsciously did with Pete.

‘Can’t help it, since they resemble each other.’

Josh thought to himself and turned around as if nothing had happened.

A faint whistling sound came from beyond the closed door. It was Josh, habitually whistling as he lit the grill.