“Don’t try to hold back, Icanoth.”
While gripping a handful of my hair, Andrea licked up my exposed white nape. The desire to leave teeth marks on an omega’s nape was an alpha’s instinct. He didn’t bother trying to hide this instinct. He first bit near the ear, then his tongue crawled over the red mark left behind.
Icanoth couldn’t move, like prey with its neck in a predator’s jaws. Fear and fantasy struck my head—if I showed any sign of trying to escape, Andrea might bite off my entire neck.
“Uungh, hic.”
When my neck was bitten a second time, the still fingers began to wriggle again. While my neck hurt, below, abnormally amplified pleasure jumped up due to the influence of pheromones. Andrea sank his teeth in and toyed with the inner walls that tightened around his fingers. How much torment had I endured to already be so wet?
“Ah, ah, ah… unh…”
Despite being bitten on the back of the neck, Icanoth’s moans were mixed with sweetness. A single finger was dominating my entire body. Even amidst the suffering, my vision grew hazy and my temperature rose. Though it was a natural physical response to pleasure, it was unbearable for me.
“Hup… uuungh, ha, uung…”
White teeth pressed down on lips that were letting out heated moans with a flushed face. This action brought only the slightest change to the music Andrea was enjoying, but Andrea was not a conductor who forgave small deviations.
Instead of telling me to hold back this time, he grabbed my lower jaw and pulled my lower lip with his index finger. Simultaneously, the index finger that had been hovering around the entrance of the wet hole below also pushed its head in where two fingers were already inserted. He deliberately gave no respite. After three fingers entered, his palm collided strongly with my tailbone.
“Hu, kkeuk…!”
Thud, thud, thud, as he thrust with his hand, I gritted my teeth even without intending to hold back sounds. My eyes rolled back uncontrollably, and my teeth clenched and unclenched repeatedly. Nevertheless, at some point, as I realized Andrea’s intention, my fragmented consciousness was clumsily pieced together. By repeatedly stimulating the places Icanoth couldn’t endure, and simultaneously touching the perineum, his hand made me recall past events.
“Hiuu, ugh, ah, ah, ahh, hu… ah, ah, no, huuugh, ha, aut—”
Through Andrea, Icanoth came to know with his own body not only pleasure and shame he had never known before, but also things he had neither experienced nor seen. When persistently prodded by his fingers, there comes a time when something like the urge to urinate tightly presses against the abdomen. Like a thick rope wrapping tightly around the stomach. But even amid this strong pressure, when stimulation shoots up like electricity from below, before long, everything between the legs gets completely wet.
“Huah… ah… ahuu, uu, up, uuuup!”
There was no time to feel embarrassed about experiencing this for the first time. The strong climax racing through the entire body was too busy forcing out cries of pleasure.
“Ah…!”
And now was such a moment. The nightmarish experience for Icanoth was about to be recreated at Andrea’s fingertips. His curved fingers chased the rounded part that was trying to avoid him. Thanks to the slickness from fluids, the wet friction sounds coming faster made Icanoth approach his limit. His completely stiffened body exhaled steep breaths. It felt like he was about to ejaculate. Not from the cock, but from the hole where his hand was moving. The omega’s sex.
“Ha, no, that, I don’t like… no, I don’t… ah, huu… stop, hup, aah…!”
My flickering vision suddenly darkened. I thought I heard a splitting noise in my head, but that sound transferred to my mouth, becoming the high-pitched cry I was letting out.
“Hu, uuu, ah… ah, uhic, ha, that, aah… ah, ahh.”
His fingers plunged down until the moment of climax. The sound of water splashing mixed with moans filled the room and returned to Icanoth’s ears. Even trying to hold back, it wasn’t something that could be stopped by restraint from the beginning. Everything was like that. The anal that unconsciously tightened only excited Andrea more.
“Aah, hu, uu, uungh, uu… huah…”
He moved his hand messily until Icanoth was on the verge of fainting. The fluid that had burst out trickled down the perineum or thighs, either soiling the floor or reaching the knees. It was completely a result that excluded his own will.
“Uu… huup.”
Icanoth couldn’t stand on his own feet. If he hadn’t been held from behind, he would have long since knelt on the floor, slumped down, or tilted to the floor. Andrea quietly looked down at the body that was barely exhaling intermittent breaths. His gaze was full of greed that couldn’t be hidden, and he had no intention of hiding it.
“Ah!”
The hand that extended like a snake firmly grabbed the top part of the dress shirt. Without even bothering to unbutton it, he tore it off, causing buttons to fly in all directions and revealing the body hidden under the clothes. The marks left from the previous night remained like gifts. He had particularly enjoyed the chest area yesterday. Perhaps because of that, the nipples, even without being touched, stood up in their firmest form, waiting for his touch.
“Andrea-ssi…”
The chest moving steeply in surprise became frightened under Andrea’s hand. The fear of where he might touch was evident. From the perspective of the one caressing, the reddened neck and chest, anywhere would be fine to touch, but the swollen nipples especially called for his touch. The hand that passed over the chest headed for the areola. It touched lightly as if nibbling, and when Icanoth reacted, it made him turn his body that had been pressed against the wall.
“Hu, uu—”
“…Your eyes are as wet as down below.”
It was a physiological response from not being able to endure excessive pleasure. The bloodshot eyes and surrounding area were red, and tears had spread on his flushed cheeks. Looking at the tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, Andrea impulsively pressed his lips and licked the tears. Next came the cheek. Then the lips that remained closed with no sign of opening.
Andrea knew that while pretending it wasn’t deliberate, Icanoth was purposely keeping them closed. But knowing they would eventually open even without effort, he didn’t need to be as forceful as when making him vocalize.
“Ha… aup.”
Finally, his lips parted, and Andrea’s breath seeped in. Not just reaching inside the mouth, the warm heat filled his throat, subduing the resisting Icanoth.
“Uungh…”
Andrea often caresses Icanoth’s ears when kissing. The sensitive area becomes heated when touched, and sound is partially blocked, making the sounds inside the mouth clearer. The process of exchanging warmth with intertwined tongues was also what Icanoth loved most when kissing Bjorn.
“Hu…hup… ngh… uu, huup.”
Andrea had discovered this through Icanoth’s reactions, and Icanoth felt a certain fear towards him who thoroughly understood everything about him. His body had never been dull to begin with, and even in his relationship with Bjorn, with whom he had his first experience, he quickly came to know orgasm.
He had been perplexed, knowing that recessive omegas were known to have difficulty getting used to intercourse, but even that seemed fine. Rather, as he became accustomed to Bjorn and felt himself conforming to him, there was also a feeling of welcoming the change.
But now, under Andrea, his body was becoming more, even more sensitive. He was an alpha who could become a sharp blade, carving his partner into whatever shape he desired.
“Haah, ahh… uugh… ah!”
The lips that were pressed together moved downward. His pants were completely removed, and after countless times of intimacy, it was natural to imagine what would happen next. It felt like Andrea’s lips were hanging beneath him even before they began. Beyond that, as if some fantasy flickered before his eyes, the whitened fingertips clutching the sheets trembled. Seeing this, Andrea deliberately grasped the back of Icanoth’s knees with both hands.
“…!”
“It would be better to stay still.”
His legs spread wide and his body half-folded. Naturally, as his waist lifted, he ended up fully exposing his hole to Andrea’s face. His still-erect cock despite having ejaculated, the perineum slippery with fluid from the hole, the water-filled hole where his fingers had been. The gaze examining each detail slowly and leisurely. Icanoth couldn’t even say he disliked it and chattered like someone trembling from cold.
“Ah… ah… huah…”
The shame was so severe it blocked his speech. Only the sensation of a stone tightly blocking his throat flooded repeatedly, making it impossible to utter even a short word. The back of his head tingled, and he thought he heard something burst with a thud. Even in this state, Andrea calmly looked at the body before him that even aroused his appetite, considering which part to take into his mouth first.
Of course, any part would be fine.
“I think I’ve neglected this place too much.”
Andrea’s finger tapped the glans audibly, immediately becoming moist.
“I think I’ve touched one place too much because it’s pretty when it squirts from the hole. And this is also this wet.”
As soon as his words ended, Icanoth tightly closed his eyes. The lips that seemed like they would only whisper words befitting the elegant face parted and approached his cock. Despite having ejaculated earlier, the glans was wet with semen, but Andrea paid no mind. He took the tip stained with white fluid into his mouth and rolled his tongue inside. The closed eyelids twisted, curling further inward.
“Huu, uungh… uu. up. hic, ah…”
Receiving fellatio from him while his waist was lifted was an act that alternately filled his body with shame and even greater pleasure. Leaving no room for anything else, emotions and sensations became invaders, fiercely stabbing his body, and there, Icanoth was the most powerless.
“Hu… huu, hic. uuup. ha…!”
“Isn’t it too early to ejaculate at this level?”
