The skin where their lips met held a burning heat, and the sensitive moans that escaped Sanho spoke volumes. Unable to bear the rising heat in his body, Sanho gently bit his lower lip.
“San…ho…?”
Omega pheromones quickly mixed into the air. The bed where Sanho lay was where the alpha had spent the entire night in rut. Sanho, too, had spent the entire day in close proximity to the alpha in rut. Just as Siwoo’s rut had been triggered by Sanho, Sanho was also being affected by Siwoo’s rut. Siwoo’s slightly parted lips brushed against Sanho’s, falling from beneath his nose. They gently covered Sanho’s lower lip, which he had bitten.
“Hmph, uh.”
Then, as if soothing him, Siwoo traced the bitten lip. A sigh escaped Sanho, unable to be contained, parting his lips. Their lips, meshing like cogs, stopped moving. Siwoo’s tongue, unable to dare insert itself into Sanho’s desires, hesitantly licked the line of Sanho’s lower lip before pulling away.
“Senior, I…”
Sanho also realized his Heat Cycle had begun. Siwoo lifted his head to look at Sanho—or rather, at his face, which was beginning to flush with heat.
“Sanho, your pheromones… they’re so sweet.”
“Ah, h… Se-nior. Quickly…”
“It’s hot, Sanho. Your whole body is hot.”
Unable to bear the whispering voice, Sanho clung to Siwoo’s shoulders, digging his nails in. Siwoo wiped the beads of sweat from Sanho’s forehead once more. His touch was incredibly gentle. Siwoo, too, exhaled a strained breath and opened his mouth.
“…Where’s the suppressant?”
The corners of Sanho’s eyes, looking up at him, were flushed crimson. His parted lips were glistening with saliva. Sanho struggled to open his eyes. Had Siwoo’s kiss acted as a catalyst? It was unbearable. Siwoo gritted his teeth, enduring.
“Sup-pressant… I mean, the suppressant…”
Sanho squeezed his eyes shut, gripping the bedsheets tightly. The Heat Cycle, which had begun without a grace period, must have been accompanied by pain. As Sanho bit his lower lip again to endure the sudden pain, Siwoo pressed his thumb firmly against it. Hot breath poured from Sanho’s lips, forced open by the physical pressure.
“Go outside, we need to go outside. To Park Gyu, Manager Cheol…”
Siwoo’s hand was still on Sanho’s lips. Siwoo’s fingertips tightened slightly. Sanho’s parted lips opened a little wider, revealing a wet tongue tip. Siwoo’s eyebrows furrowed quickly.
“Outside… in this state? Where?”
“Park Gyu-cheol will be nearby…”
“That other alpha scent that’s been lingering… was it his…?”
He remembered the other alpha scent clinging to Sanho. A faint scent of the sea. A briny fragrance. Suddenly, a strong earthy smell surged forth, as if trying to engulf the sea.
“Ha, ah…! Senior, I’m…”
“No, I can’t let you go out like this.”
Especially not in front of another alpha, absolutely not.
Tears quickly welled up in Sanho’s eyes. It was because Siwoo’s pheromones had suddenly enveloped him. A single tear rolled down towards his ear. He was suffering. His Omega. An Omega’s Heat Cycle was accompanied by even greater pain than an alpha’s rut cycle. Sanho, like himself, hadn’t taken a suppressant beforehand, so this moment must be excruciating for him. He wanted to alleviate his pain. In this situation, there was only one way.
Copulation with an alpha. But, to use this child so carelessly…
“…Senior. Don’t… don’t touch me…?”
The Omega pheromones grew even more intense, as if pleading with Siwoo. The rationality reflected in Sanho’s dark eyes was gradually fading. Slowly lowering his eyelids, Sanho said,
“Hold… hold me. Please.”
“Sanho, you’re…”
“I know. That you don’t love me, Senior.”
Siwoo, about to continue, suddenly closed his mouth. His slightly furrowed brow was directed at Sanho. A sharp pain pierced his heart. What had he been thinking all this time?
“You wouldn’t want to hold someone you don’t love. I… know.”
“What are you…”
“The kind senior who’s gentle to everyone, just showed me ordinary kindness, uh, kindness. Maybe it was just pity or compassion. I know that too.”
“Baek Sanho. What are you saying?”
“Time… uh… isn’t much left.”
What time was he talking about? Siwoo’s frown deepened.
“For the first time… and the last time, can’t you hold me?”
Omega pheromones filled the space. The Omega pheromones, rising in a space where the alpha pheromones hadn’t completely disappeared, darted through the space like fish swimming in water. Siwoo pulled Sanho close, who was twisting his waist. His body, which had been lying on the bed, lifted, and Siwoo’s strong arms wrapped around Sanho’s back. It was an embrace so fierce it was suffocating. Their hearts, belonging to who knows whom, beat against each other, thump-thump.
“I’m good at waiting. That’s why I was going to wait until you answered.”
Siwoo tightened his arms around Sanho and said. His lips brushed against Sanho’s smooth, wet nape, whispering.
“You know what I asked you at the campsite.”
“…Uh-huh.”
“Answer me. Sanho. Answer me now.”
Sanho’s upper body swayed slightly as Siwoo suddenly released his grip. Siwoo firmly supported Sanho’s shoulders and met his gaze. His dark eyes were glistening with moisture. Warm brown eyes gently gazed into the dark eyes.
“Baek Sanho.”
“…….”
“Do you like me?”
The silence wasn’t long. Sanho nodded. It was a very small nod.
“I… I like you. I like you, Senior. I’ve only liked you. From the beginning, no one but you…”
Sanho’s body, which had been sitting up, fell back down. Before the mattress could even ripple, Siwoo’s body impatiently overlapped Sanho’s. His strong body, heavily pressing down, straddled Sanho’s legs, settling between them. A rather urgent hand pulled up Sanho’s shirt, invading his space. A large hand moved softly along his smooth skin.
“Tell me again.”
“Hmph… uh, Senior.”
“Sanho, just one more time.”
The sensation of his heavy body pressing down was a blissful confinement. Sanho, gasping for breath, looked at Siwoo who was on top of him.
“Not because of the pheromones, not because of the cycle. Because I really like you.”
A large hand reached out as if to cover his entire chest.
“That’s why you’re asking me to hold you. Tell me one more time.”
Sanho’s waist twitched rapidly. As a gap opened between his body and the bed, the shirt that had been pressed down by his weight was pulled up at once. His white chest touched Siwoo’s firm chest.
“Uh, yes… hold… me. Tightly…”
Siwoo rested his forehead on Sanho’s shoulder, shaking his head slightly as if dissatisfied. Soft hair rubbed against his shoulder. A tingling sensation, perhaps an itch, spread to his fingertips. Sanho twitched his waist again. As a gap opened again between his body and the bed, Siwoo pulled his shirt even higher. Sanho’s arms slipped out from between the shirt. With the shirt completely removed, Sanho’s face, which had been momentarily hidden, was revealed again. His eyes, swollen with tears, were bright red. It was a terribly seductive face.
“Hold me, not that.”
Siwoo had no patience left. Nevertheless, unusually urging a response, Siwoo pressed his lips to the long scar that ran across his clavicle. It was a scar left by the knife wielded by Jucheol. Scars like that, it didn’t matter if they remained. Even that was too, too beautiful.
“I… like you. Senior.”
“Yes. Sanho, Sanho… I…”
“No, Senior. I, hmph, like… no, I lo- love.”
A suppressed voice uttered the fragmented words. The lips that had been carefully kissing the scar closed the moment they tried to convey the answer that he loved him too. His heart pounded as if the ground beneath his feet was falling away. It was just a word that hadn’t become a sentence, but it had been deeply embedded in his heart.
“…Yes?”
He felt excitement rapidly building in his lower abdomen. Unable to bear it any longer, Sanho dug his nails into Siwoo’s shoulder again. The slight stinging sensation on his shoulder brought him back to reality.
“I love you, it doesn’t matter if you ruin me completely.”
“…….”
“If it’s you, Senior, then anything…”
Siwoo slightly lifted his head and gently bit Sanho’s chin. Sanho moaned, “Hmph,” and lowered his eyes. Even though he was as aroused as Sanho, Siwoo smiled, his eyes curving upwards.
“No.”
“Se-nior.”
“I won’t ruin you. Absolutely not.”
“…Yes, uh…”
“You don’t treat precious things like that.”
A sound like an animal purring was heard. Siwoo buried his forehead in Sanho’s chest and remained silent for a moment.
“Actually, I lied.”
“…Yes?”
“I’m not good at holding back.”
“What…?”
“I might not be able to hold back anymore.”
The already stiff and swollen area below swelled even further. The large, throbbing flesh pressed heavily against Sanho’s delicate thigh.
“I’m, okay…”
“But Sanho, if I’m too rough.”
Siwoo tapped his own nape with his fingertips. Here, bite me if you want. It was above the pheromone gland where an Omega marks an alpha. Sanho’s hand, stroking Siwoo’s shoulder, moved down. It covered Siwoo’s hand, which was touching the pheromone gland. The moment Sanho’s fingertips dug into his hand, Siwoo growled, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and bit Sanho’s nape.
“Ha, ack…!”
It wasn’t a bite to mark him, but the force with which he sucked on the delicate skin was strong. He turned Sanho’s hand over, which had been covering his hand, and clasped it tightly. Sanho’s hand, caught in the large hand, was squeezed until his knuckles turned white.
“Sanho, here’s too…”
“Hmph, uh…?”
He forcefully sucked on Sanho’s nape, then released it, and then licked it languidly. Just seeing the red congestion rapidly forming was enough to cause unbearable excitement.
“Too sweet.”
“Ah, hmph… sweet?”
Siwoo hummed in response, pressing his lips repeatedly on his round shoulders. His hand, which wasn’t clasped, stroked his flat chest broadly. His long fingers ran repeatedly over the bumps, like playing the piano playfully. His fingers tapped.
“Ha, uh… there. Uh-huh.”
“Here?”
“Hmph, Senior… there…”
“Yes. It seems sweeter here.”
He abruptly lowered his lips, which had been repeatedly pressing on his shoulders. He immediately took the shyly protruding nipple into his mouth. The nipple, standing erect on the plump areola like a small hill, was immediately pressed against Siwoo’s tongue.
“Ah, ah…!”
The plump protrusion, like a ripe fruit, heated up. As it was teased by the playful tongue, it began to turn crimson. As the sharp tip of his tongue caressed the nipple and traced a circle, Sanho’s mouth opened, forming a slender cave. Saliva dripped down his glistening lips.
Siwoo raised his slightly narrowed eyes to look at Sanho. Sanho was trembling with his eyes tightly shut.
“Ah, I’m going crazy.”
The clasped hand scratched Siwoo’s hand back longingly. Although there was a slight stinging sensation, he even welcomed that. Siwoo used his other hand to twist the nipple that wasn’t in his mouth between his fingers.
“Ah, Se…nior! This is too…”
“I’m trying to stop myself from biting you, Sanho. But why do you keep teasing me?”
To the point where I want to devour you. As Siwoo scraped the nipple with his fingertip, Sanho’s waist bounced again. Because of that, his lower body pressed against him wetly. Siwoo licked the protrusion with his tongue, smiling with a troubled expression.
“It’s too hot.”
Sanho seemed unaware, but his waist twisting caused his lower body to rub against him warmly. Hot heat covered his lower body. The large hand moved gradually down along his smooth skin. It pressed firmly on the concave pit of his sternum and moved like a crawling creature across the flawless skin, like white marble. Finally, Siwoo’s fingertips caught on Sanho’s pants waistband. Siwoo whispered softly.
“Lift your waist.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
