Chapter 85
Do-heon completely removed the shirt he had been wearing loosely. When his thick, broad chest was fully exposed, Cheong-yeon swallowed hard.
Do-heon tilted his chin as if choosing his words, then reached between Cheong-yeon’s legs.
“You’re like a puppy whimpering, eager to pounce.”
“…Seems like Recessive pheromones don’t affect, ungh, Dominants.”
Do-heon’s hand traced the soft perineum, then caressed around the hole where the skin was particularly tender. Feeling something touch such a sensitive area, Cheong-yeon’s body jerked dramatically.
“Who said that?”
“Ahnngh.”
“You’d better not try to stimulate me deliberately. Unless you want to be penetrated without foreplay.”
“N-no, that’s not okay.”
At the mention of immediate penetration, Cheong-yeon shook his head with a pale face.
“Of course, if I did that, you’d probably run away forever.”
Do-heon murmured as if to reassure him. Simultaneously, one of his fingers entered the tightly closed hole.
“Ah…”
Cheong-yeon’s body trembled at the foreign sensation from below. He placed his hands on Do-heon’s shoulders and gasped for breath every time Do-heon probed inside.
“Re-lax.”
Do-heon spoke softly, becoming urgent at the pressure tightly squeezing his finger. Although it was wet inside, the soft inner walls were unusually rigid, making it difficult to insert even one finger.
Cheong-yeon nodded, wrapping his arms around Do-heon’s neck for support and trying to relax.
However, not only had he not expected to be intimate with him today, but perhaps due to the shock of encountering Do-heon’s rut cycle for the first time, his frozen body showed no signs of relaxing.
“Hnghk.”
So when the second finger entered, it felt more burdensome than usual, and it ached as if his lower part was being forcibly spread open.
Cheong-yeon twisted his body and buried his head against Do-heon’s neck.
“I, I don’t think this will work. It hurts, please go slower…”
“It hurts?”
Do-heon asked while restraining his urge to immediately thrust his cock, which had been erect since earlier and was standing so straight that his lower abdomen ached.
His voice was full of disbelief, as if Cheong-yeon was exaggerating.
Although he had ejaculated once in Cheong-yeon’s hands, it had not satisfied his desire; rather, it had only intensified the frustration in his lower body. He wanted to bury part of himself deep inside Cheong-yeon’s inner walls and ruthlessly stir them.
“You… ungh, you don’t know how big you are?”
At the mumbling, resentful voice, Do-heon took Cheong-yeon’s hand and guided it down to cover his perineum.
“Feel it yourself. How your lower part is.”
“Th-that, hnngh…!”
“Already so wet and desperate for something to fill you.”
Do-heon helped Cheong-yeon insert his own finger into his hole. Just as his fingertip touched the slippery, wet flesh, Cheong-yeon’s middle finger slid into the inner wall.
“Ah! Wait, this is—”
Cheong-yeon tried to immediately withdraw his hand in shock. But Do-heon wouldn’t let go easily. He applied pressure to make Cheong-yeon’s finger penetrate deeper.
“Unhhngh!”
Cheong-yeon’s lower region, having almost no immunity to an Alpha’s rut cycle pheromones, was already sufficiently sensitized. The moistened inner walls contracted and squeezed around his finger.
“This is strange, ah, I don’t like this… hic.”
Cheong-yeon shook his head and begged to be released. Inside the hole, Do-heon’s and Cheong-yeon’s fingers were already intertwined. Every slight movement of his hand produced explicit, squelching sounds from inside.
The more he kicked his legs trying to push Do-heon away, the more clearly the wet sounds became. As his fingers moved in and out of the hole like a reciprocating motion regardless of his will, the fluids inside pushed outward, wetting his palm and the sheets.
“Nngh, ah…”
Though it was clearly overwhelming and painful, for some reason, when the tender flesh was pressed by his fingertips, heated moans escaped his mouth.
As Cheong-yeon twisted his waist and struggled, Do-heon added another finger. Much thicker and longer than Cheong-yeon’s, it penetrated uncomfortably deep.
Unlike usual, he didn’t wait for Cheong-yeon to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation and moved his hand subtly. Consequently, Cheong-yeon’s hand, entangled with his, also moved, causing wet friction sounds to resonate loudly.
“S-stop… ha, ungh, mmm… aah.”
Cheong-yeon had no time to realize that he was lying with his legs spread before him, directly inserting his fingers into himself in an act of masturbation. He was busy shaking his head and drawing his knees together as heat spread from deep inside his abdomen.
At some point, the uncomfortable foreign sensation began to feel welcome. With a longing desire for it to reach even deeper inside his walls, Cheong-yeon unknowingly tightened his hole.
“Huu. See, what did I tell you?”
“Ahnng…!”
“You are desperate, aren’t you?”
Like Do-heon’s, Cheong-yeon’s cock was also standing erect as if about to ejaculate at any moment, leaking precum.
As Do-heon moved his hand increasingly faster, Cheong-yeon instinctively swayed his hips gently, begging for penetration. He deliberately aroused Do-heon by subtly brushing his cock with his soft heels or rubbing against his firm thighs.
Led by Cheong-yeon’s encouragement, Do-heon, reaching the limits of his patience, soon withdrew his fingers from the hole.
Looking at Cheong-yeon’s face, flushed with heat, he gripped his thick cock and stroked himself. His hand, which had thoroughly probed the inner walls, was already soaking wet, providing excellent lubrication for his masturbatory movements.
“A-are you just going to do it?”
As Do-heon positioned himself between Cheong-yeon’s legs and placed his cock against the hole, Cheong-yeon looked up at him with anxious eyes.
“I don’t have rut cycle condoms.”
Startled and wondering if he was going to insert it all at once, Cheong-yeon’s question was apparently interpreted by Do-heon as asking if he wasn’t going to use protection.
“Wait. I’ll have someone bring some.”
He urgently pulled back as if looking for his phone to send someone on an errand.
However, Cheong-yeon prevented this by wrapping his slender legs around Do-heon’s waist. It didn’t matter since he was infertile anyway. Trying to shake off the feeling of his heart being wrung, Cheong-yeon shook his head.
“It’s fine without them. I prefer it this way.”
They had rarely used condoms during the past three years, so this was more familiar anyway.
Though Do-heon seemed conflicted momentarily, he couldn’t resist when Cheong-yeon seduced him by gently rubbing his pelvis and waist with the soft inner flesh of his thighs, and he overlapped their bodies again.
Soon, the cock touched the hole and slowly began to push inside. At that moment, Cheong-yeon realized why Do-heon had mentioned “rut cycle condoms.”
“Director…”
Do-heon’s erect cock wasn’t just slightly larger than usual; it was clearly different in thickness. When touching it with his hands, Cheong-yeon had dismissed it as just being a bit bigger, but now that he was about to receive it below, the difference was enormous.
Surprised, Cheong-yeon pushed against Do-heon’s chest.
“This, wait a moment. It’s too… too big. I can’t take it, this is impossible.”
“I haven’t even inserted it yet.”
Do-heon ignored Cheong-yeon’s resistance and looked down while suppressing his desire to force penetration. Far from insertion, only the tip of the cock was just barely touching the wet hole.
“It’s different from usual. If it’s this big, I’ll t-tear if you put it in.”
It was an absurdly large size, enough to bring back rationality that had temporarily fled in pursuit of pheromones. It wasn’t as if his normal size was small either. Even when not in a rut cycle, Cheong-yeon had barely adapted to penetration, and now it was thicker and longer.
Cheong-yeon belatedly regretted ignoring Do-heon’s repeated warnings that he wouldn’t be able to handle the rut cycle.
Do-heon was right. Even though he hadn’t properly begun penetration yet, Cheong-yeon instinctively knew it would be too much for him.
“You won’t tear. We felt together how your lower part is.”
“That and this are different. Ah, Director, please…”
“Heh. You should have avoided catching my eye on a day like today.”
Ignoring Cheong-yeon’s words, Do-heon firmly pushed his blunt cock inside the hole. He was forceful, as if his earlier gentleness had been a lie.
The hole spread tightly so suddenly that a gasping sound escaped involuntarily. Even with just the cock entering, Cheong-yeon already thought he had reached his limit.
“Hnng… I’ll just… go back now. Ah, no. Ungh. Director, please… okay?”
He looked up at Do-heon desperately, but he held Cheong-yeon’s knees apart for easier penetration and gradually pushed in the entire cock.
His lower region stung as if about to tear at any moment. Cheong-yeon swallowed dryly, trying to steady his breathing, which was becoming rapid due to fear.
“Next time, run away properly, Cheong-yeon.”
“Hnghk… ngh.”
“So I can’t see even a strand of your hair.”
Do-heon whispered affectionately to the panting Cheong-yeon and kissed his scattered hair.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
