Seon Juho didn’t hesitate to swallow Tae-rim’s cum. The intense, musky scent traveled from his mouth up his throat and into his nose, making his head spin. He sucked Tae-rim’s cock all the way to the base, determined to take in every last drop.
“Juho, you… you…”
Tae-rim sounded utterly shaken, but Juho only licked his lips—slick with Tae-rim’s fluids—and smirked.
“You started it.”
Tae-rim’s jaw fell open, but no words came out. He just stared in disbelief.
“Still, this isn’t—”
His voice faltered as his face flushed a deep crimson. That’s when he realized Juho’s cock was pressing firmly against his lower back.
Tae-rim moved to pull away and sit up, but Juho held him down against the bed. He buried his face once again between Tae-rim’s legs, determined to indulge in the scent and taste of him to his heart’s content. No one was going to stop him.
Juho took Tae-rim’s softening cock back into his mouth. Tae-rim gasped and gripped a handful of Juho’s hair, but Juho had no intention of letting go. He wasn’t resisting much either—not that Juho was the type to be pulled off so easily.
He rubbed his nose against the soft patch of pubic hair, swirling his tongue around the shaft, sucking greedily. The scent was dizzying. He didn’t want to nuzzle Tae-rim’s neck—he wanted to live buried between his thighs.
Juho sucked and licked until Tae-rim’s cock was slick with spit. Then he moved lower, gently taking the testicles into his mouth. Tae-rim clutched his hair tighter, almost desperately, but Juho ignored him and continued savoring him.
He slid a pillow under Tae-rim’s waist. Tae-rim tried to push him away with his thighs, but the pillow raised his hips and left his legs helplessly floating in the air.
With that, Juho had a clear view of Tae-rim’s most intimate area. He licked his lips. He started by sucking on the perineum—the soft mound beneath the balls.
“Seon Juho~!”
Red blotches bloomed under Juho’s tongue as he pressed hard, leaving visible marks.
“Ah—That hurts…”
The perineum had a different taste. Juho lingered there, suckling persistently before moving on to his real destination. After leaving it covered in red welts, he finally licked his lips and lowered his head further.
There it was—Tae-rim’s tightly closed entrance, now completely exposed.
“Juho, don’t…”
But Juho wasn’t listening anymore. He flicked his tongue over the taut opening. It was clenched tight, untouched by anything before. He licked it gently, coating it with saliva.
“Eek—”
Juho pressed against it again, firmer this time. It had softened under his attention—pliable enough now that he could slip inside if he wanted to. But not tonight. Not like this. He didn’t want their first time to happen while Tae-rim was drunk.
Instead, he focused on the area around it, sucking hard enough to leave dark, blooming marks. The petal-shaped bruises overlapped until the entire region was as decorated as the perineum.
Tae-rim lay there, legs spread wide, presenting his most vulnerable part to Juho. It was an obscene sight.
Tae-rim seemed surprisingly comfortable in this position. Was it instinct? Omegas, regardless of sex, could bear children. Their bodies were naturally designed to accept an alpha’s cock through this narrow passage. Was that why he spread his legs so easily?
Juho stared at the small, tight hole. How could something so small take in a cock like his?
Tae-rim had once pushed him away, saying his cock was too big. That had stung—but not really. He’d heard from other male Espers that a man’s pride was often tied to his size. So no, he wasn’t hurt. Not at all.
Still, even if his cock wasn’t that big, Tae-rim was different from a woman. And no matter how you looked at it, this opening wasn’t made to easily take in a man. Juho stared at it, thoughtful. In sex ed, they’d said a woman’s body gets wet when she’s aroused. Did an omega’s body do the same?
Tae-rim had told him that his body seemed stuck as a Beta’s. That was why it didn’t get wet. But if he were truly an Omega… would it?
The thought made Juho’s cock throb with longing.
He wanted to see it—Tae-rim’s entrance, wet and slick from the inside. He wanted to witness that sight with his own eyes. Juho leaned down and suckled the tightly clenched opening.
“Hngh…”
Juho looked up with a faint smile. Tae-rim was pouting, but not protesting. Alcohol really was a terrifying thing. Normally, Tae-rim would be disgusted by the idea of someone sniffing between his legs like this.
“Does an Omega get wet here?”
Tae-rim didn’t answer, but the look on his face said it all. His eyes widened in shock, as if to say, How do you know that? Juho’s throat tightened. So it’s true? It really does?
He felt it was cruel. Unfair. Why couldn’t he see that with his own eyes? Why was he the only one born in an Alpha’s body? Why?!
In frustration, Juho bit down on Tae-rim’s butt cheek.
“Ow!” Tae-rim yelped in pain.
Juho felt a petty sense of satisfaction.
“What else? Why don’t you teach me that, hyung?”
Tae-rim rolled his eyes, visibly troubled. Juho, irritated by the silence, grabbed Tae-rim’s buttocks and pulled them apart with a sharp tug. The flesh stretched sideways, and Tae-rim squirmed in discomfort.
“Juho? Juho!”
His voice turned urgent as Juho pressed his thumb against the entrance. He pushed lightly, spreading it a little, then lowered his head and teased the tight opening with the tip of his tongue, as if testing whether to go inside.
“Wait, Juho—just a sec!”
Because Juho had only been kissing and sucking without showing any intention of penetrating, Tae-rim had let his guard down. But Juho, feeling just a bit vindictive, pressed his thumb more firmly against the hole, stretching it slightly wider.
“No…!”
Tae-rim tried to pull away, but Juho’s grip was too firm. He couldn’t move an inch. Juho pouted.
“Tsk. Fine. I won’t do it today.”
Tae-rim let out a breath of relief.
“But you have to praise mine.”
“…What?”
“You called it gross earlier and pushed it away. So now you have to say it’s pretty.”
Tae-rim’s pupils quivered. His face said it all—How am I supposed to call that pretty? Juho looked genuinely hurt. He pulled the pillow out from under Tae-rim’s hips, grabbed his arm, and helped him sit up.
Holding Tae-rim’s hand, Juho spoke in a voice that trembled with emotion.
“Do you really think it’s that disgusting…?”
Tae-rim fidgeted at the sound of Juho’s voice, eyes darting around before finally glancing down at Juho’s crotch. He swallowed hard. Honestly, even Juho didn’t think it was something one could call pretty.
“Hmm?”
But after staring quietly at Juho’s erection, Tae-rim tilted his head.
“It’s pink?”
He reached out and touched the tip. Juho let out a shaky moan the moment Tae-rim made contact—it burned where his fingers landed.
“The shape is… handsome. Like, how is it so well-defined? It looks like it was drawn.”
“Hyung?”
Tae-rim gently held the glans in both hands, tracing its curve. Juho called his name, flustered, but Tae-rim remained entirely focused on examining it.
“But seriously, how is the color that shade of pink? Juho, your nipples are… brown…”
Tae-rim’s gaze wandered up to Juho’s chest, and he looked oddly disappointed. Juho felt his face grow hot. Tae-rim was clearly drunk.
“Even your balls are pink…”
Juho, now thoroughly flustered, glanced at Tae-rim’s cock. His was a neutral skin tone—the head flushed red, but the base matched the rest of his complexion. Juho’s own, being paler overall, stood out more in contrast.
“It’s pretty…”
“…Huh?”
“The size and those bulging veins are kind of gross, but the color and shape are really nice, Juho.”
Tae-rim’s eyes seemed to be silently conveying the rest. So don’t cry. There’s no reason to.
He stroked Juho’s head, just like he always did. It felt oddly comforting. Juho didn’t like how warm and wholesome things suddenly felt. So, with a deadpan face, he pressed Tae-rim’s nipple hard with his index finger.
“Hyung, yours are pink.”
