It felt like there was another entrance inside his body besides his hole. Alexander’s cock slid in with a wet, squelching sound, passing through the soft, pliant entrance of Yeon Yiseo’s colon. Each time it did, a spine-chilling pleasure washed over him, making his hips tremble. As if his body were broken, liquid streamed steadily from his cock, trickling down.
“Ah! Ahh—! Ah! …Aah! Ah! Ah, ah! It’s too— hh, mmm!”
“You’ve got an obscenely erotic body.”
Alexander whispered, brimming with arousal, and bit lightly at Yiseo’s earlobe. When his tongue swept over the rim of the ear, a wet, lewd sound smacked directly against Yiseo’s eardrums.
“…Hh, mm, mmm…! Ah, uh, hhh… ah, mmmh! Ah…!”
“I’m close too.”
With the relentless thrusting, pleasure kept striking his overheated nerves, like being lashed with a thin switch. Yeon Yiseo nodded frantically, unable to think straight.
“Mmm, ah, again— ah, what do I— ah…! I’m— hh, ugh… hh.”
It felt like some part of his brain had short-circuited. His body surged toward another climax. In the end, Yeon Yiseo couldn’t endure it and sank his teeth into Alexander’s shoulder. He felt like he wouldn’t survive otherwise. Alexander didn’t push him away—instead, he wrapped an arm around Yiseo’s head and held him tightly.
Squish— creak! Thrust! The violent piston-like motion continued, loud, obscene sounds erupting from where their bodies were joined. His breathing grew so fierce it felt like his lungs might collapse. For a moment, he even hallucinated that his body might melt away entirely from the heat boiling inside him.
The pleasure that had been piling up seemed to compress into a single point—then suddenly burst open. It felt like even his brain exploded.
“…! Uh, ngh…! Ah, aahk…!”
His vision swam, and he couldn’t close his gaping mouth. His toes stretched taut as his entire body stiffened. In an instant, his inner walls clenched down hard, twisting around Alexander’s cock. The elastic, sticky membrane clung tightly, kneading it wildly.
“…Ugh…! …Haa!”
Alexander groaned, driving himself in deep and freezing in place. Yeon Yiseo could feel his cock twitching inside him. Surrounded by the pounding of Alexander’s heart and his blazing body heat, Yiseo gasped for air.
Only then did Yeon Yiseo realize he was biting Alexander and hurriedly released him. The crushing fatigue that had surged from the consecutive bouts of intense sex vanished all at once. There were faint traces of blood seeping along the tooth marks—he must have bitten hard—but Alexander didn’t seem to care at all.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. We should put some medicine on it right away—”
“It’s fine. Did you forget I’m an extreme-dominant Alpha? This doesn’t even hurt, and it’ll heal quickly if I leave it alone. There’s something more important right now.”
“…Yes? What is it? …Ah.”
Alexander kissed Yeon Yiseo’s cheek and pulled him into an embrace, still seated atop him. Yiseo blinked several times in flustered confusion.
“Being like this with you.”
Alexander’s lips brushed against his forehead and lifted away. His chest trembled, happiness swelling inside him. He wanted to savor that ticklish joy a little longer—but now wasn’t the time. Of course, he knew what Alexander meant. Still, the wound he’d left on Alexander’s body lingered in his mind. And there was also the mess he’d made, soaking everything with the liquid he’d spilled.
Treating Alexander’s injury came first. He was about to suggest at least disinfecting it—but the pheromones beginning to spill from Alexander stopped him short.
Strength drained from his entire body, his mood lifting and floating. Bathed in Alexander’s thick, heady pheromones, he sank into a gentle ecstasy. It was different from the pleasure sex brought—but it satisfied Yeon Yiseo just the same.
“Shall we stay like this a little longer? …Mm, Mr. Yiseo, your pheromones really are wonderful.”
As if responding instinctively, Yeon Yiseo’s body released pheromones of its own. Alexander seemed pleased, pressing his nose to Yiseo’s nape and inhaling deeply. It felt soft and embarrassing—but satisfying.
With his ear resting near Alexander’s neck, Yiseo could feel his heart pounding through his skin. It felt so good that he closed his eyes, like a child listening to a lullaby. Enjoying the way Alexander’s hand brushed through his hair, Yeon Yiseo soon noticed that Alexander was kissing him more frequently. Around then, he also became aware of the solid mass of flesh that still hadn’t withdrawn from inside him.
“Alexander. Um…”
As Yeon Yiseo lifted his hips to pull Alexander out, Alexander caught his body and spoke. For a split second, Yiseo thought he wanted to go another round and felt flustered—but Alexander stopped him for a different reason.
“You used to call me something else. Call me that. I want to hear it.”
Alexander said this while planting soft kisses all over Yiseo’s hair. It felt almost like he was acting spoiled—cute, but troublesome. While Yiseo hesitated, unable to bring himself to say it, Alexander spoke again.
“Is it uncomfortable? You don’t want to?”
Was he about to say it was fine if Yiseo didn’t? That felt even worse. Yeon Yiseo shook his head. It wasn’t a big deal—why would he refuse something Alexander was deliberately asking for?
“Alex. …Mm, haha. It’s still a little awkward.”
He laughed awkwardly to cover the embarrassment that washed over him after saying it. Then he saw Alexander’s face—and froze. He looked like a child who’d just received a present.
“I knew I’d like it, but it’s really that good.”
As Alexander spoke with a smile, Yeon Yiseo drew his chin in slightly and replied.
“I’m glad you like it.”
Instead of answering with words, Alexander kissed him. At first, their lips just brushed before pulling away—but as it happened again and again, the kisses grew deeper. Yeon Yiseo unconsciously tightened around the cock still inside him and realized this was going to be dangerous, pulling his face away.
“We should wash up now. Th-that is… I spilled… …I’m all wet.”
Unable to speak properly out of embarrassment, he mumbled. Hearing that, Alexander nodded readily in agreement.
“That’s true. Just a moment.”
“…Yes? Ah— ah…!”
After asking for his understanding, Alexander shifted his body slightly and withdrew the cock he’d been buried inside Yiseo. Caught completely off guard, Yiseo reflexively clenched down. As Alexander’s cock slid out after having been inside him for so long, the emptied membranes tightened and loosened repeatedly, as if reluctant to let go.
That wasn’t the end of his flustered state. Alexander scooped Yeon Yiseo up into his arms. Naked and suddenly airborne, Yiseo panicked—but still instinctively covered his important parts with both hands in a polite, almost formal pose. His face felt like it was about to catch fire.
“Al— Alex? W-wait, this is… wait. Please put me down, p-put me down.”
“Didn’t you say we should wash up?”
“Well, yes, but…”
“Let’s wash together.”
Seeing Alexander say that with such a refreshingly bright expression made Yeon Yiseo’s jaw drop.
“T-together— no, that’s not necessary… I can wash myself.”
As he protested urgently, Alexander raised an eyebrow.
“Aren’t we close enough to bathe together now?”
“…Uh…”
Rarely at a loss for words, Yeon Yiseo worked his lips soundlessly. It wasn’t exactly wrong. They’d slept together countless times—backing out of bathing together now would be strange. It felt like a different category altogether, but still.
“And this doesn’t mean anything else, but… it looks like you might not be able to walk properly.”
Alexander said it like a child confessing a small wrongdoing. Yiseo wanted to deny it—but even now, with his pelvis and thigh muscles resting, there was a faint throbbing ache. Walking probably would be uncomfortable.
“Then… I’ll accept your help.”
Yeon Yiseo nodded and buried his face against Alexander.
***
Half-asleep, Yeon Yiseo felt a chill and burrowed instinctively into somewhere warm. Something wrapped around him. The pleasant scent and cozy warmth soothed him, easing his mind. He felt something brush his forehead—and realized it was someone’s lips. Letting out a satisfied sigh, Yeon Yiseo’s eyes snapped open.
“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”
“G-good morning.”
It was Alexander. There was no lingering drowsiness about him. How long had he been awake, watching him? Before he could even feel embarrassed, Yeon Yiseo coughed. His throat felt scratchy and raw. As he covered his stinging throat with one hand, his gaze landed on a bare upper body—and memories of what had happened the night before resurfaced. After going into the bathroom together, Alexander had held him once more. Of course, what counted as “once” was by Alexander’s standards.
