Chapter 59
Only after speaking did Cheong-yeon realize he might have been too honest, and he felt a pang of regret. Heat rushed to his face from embarrassment.
But the regret was momentary. Honestly, there was no reason to deny it to Do-heon. It was true that he found Do-heon’s body attractive.
“So then, your pants too…”
Cheong-yeon murmured softly as he placed his hands on Do-heon’s waistband. Since it was just above his own waist and the belt was already removed, unfastening the buckle wasn’t difficult. Though his fingertips kept trembling from nervousness, causing him to fumble a few times, he eventually succeeded in lowering the zipper.
Throughout this, Do-heon’s eyes never left Cheong-yeon. His piercing gaze was so intense that it almost made Cheong-yeon’s skin burn.
“……”
At this moment, Cheong-yeon wondered what Do-heon was thinking while looking at him. Did he find it surprising? Or did such actions just seem clumsy to him?
Struggling to hide his tumultuous feelings, Cheong-yeon pulled down the underwear inside the opened pants. When he grasped the already fully erect cock and brought it out, the heavy cock sprung forward with a thud, almost reaching his face. Simultaneously, the concentration of Alpha pheromones in the room grew considerably thicker.
Cheong-yeon’s eyes widened as he cautiously observed the imposing cock standing rigidly before him.
Oh. Wait. This is too big.
Glancing at the threateningly large cock looming before him, Cheong-yeon inhaled sharply in dismay. It was hard to believe that something so enormous had fully entered his body before. Suddenly, he felt an imaginary pain in his abdomen.
Belatedly, Cheong-yeon raised his eyes to check Do-heon’s expression. His face appeared so barren that one might not even realize he was aroused. If not for his erect cock and the taut muscles along his jawline, Cheong-yeon would have mistakenly thought Do-heon felt nothing at all.
“Now, I’m not sure… what to do next.”
After quietly panting for a while, Cheong-yeon confessed despite his embarrassment.
Should he touch it with his hands, or explore more of Do-heon’s body, or perhaps use his mouth?
Too many possibilities crossed his mind. Honestly, he felt like he could do anything if asked. The hardest part had been deciding to come to the hotel; once he stepped in, he was prepared for everything.
Moreover, the more he was steeped in Do-heon’s pheromones, the less unfamiliar these scenarios seemed. No, he even found himself anticipating them. As if he had become someone else entirely, not his usual self.
“This is maddening.”
Do-heon muttered briefly and ran his hand roughly through his hair. Looking down at Cheong-yeon lying just beneath his cock, he felt intensely stimulated by cruel desires he could barely articulate.
Even without having entered him yet, Do-heon sensed his patience reaching its limit. He spread Cheong-yeon’s thin, pale legs and positioned himself between them.
Do-heon thought Cheong-yeon was excessively defenseless. He had unbuttoned his shirt and opened his pants, completely unaware of what might happen when he stimulated an Alpha this way. Do-heon had to focus all his concentration to suppress the violent impulse to forcibly penetrate without foreplay and take his pleasure.
With somewhat rough hands, Do-heon caressed Cheong-yeon’s flat, thin lower abdomen. Then, tracing a winding curve downward, he lightly touched the pink cock standing stiffly below with his fingertip.
“Ah!”
Cheong-yeon reacted sensitively, twisting his body. When he tried to close his legs, Do-heon gripped his knees with his large hands and forced them wide apart.
As the entire inner thigh was exposed to the air, goosebumps visibly rose on the delicate skin, perhaps from the cold.
Do-heon immediately pushed one finger into the hole. Feeling the foreign intrusion, Cheong-yeon curled his toes and shook his head in fear.
“The gel, first…”
“I don’t think we’ll need it today.”
Do-heon scratched the boundary between Cheong-yeon’s hole and interior with his finger. When a wet, squelching sound emerged, Cheong-yeon’s face instantly hardened.
“That’s impossible.”
“It seems you’re surprisingly fond of undressing others and admiring them. Judging by how excited you got from it.”
Do-heon murmured while examining the fluid coating his fingers. Then he traced his finger down Cheong-yeon’s chest, who was still moving his lips in disbelief.
This caused Cheong-yeon’s reddish nipples to glisten with the transparent fluid from below.
“That’s not it, it’s your pheromones, Director…! Nngh.”
Cheong-yeon mumbled faintly, his face flushed. He tried to explain that it was all because of Do-heon’s pheromones, but before he could finish, Do-heon inserted his fingers deeper and began methodically stretching the inner walls.
As Do-heon had said, the inner walls were sufficiently wet, so it wasn’t painful, but the discomfort was unavoidable.
“Ah, this is too… much right now… hnngh.”
It feels deeper than usual. The rest of his words were cut off by his moans.
Today, Do-heon’s fingers seemed to reach deeper, stirring the tender flesh all around. Each time he added more fingers, withdrew, and inserted them again, unmistakable wet sounds resounded from below.
Cheong-yeon bit his lower lip to suppress the whimpers that kept escaping through his teeth. Every time Do-heon’s fingers rubbed against the slippery inner walls, the inside of his thighs trembled and his lower abdomen tightened.
Why am I like this today, when it’s not even a heat cycle? Is it because of the alcohol? Or did I really get aroused while undressing Do-heon?
Cheong-yeon found it difficult to accept his own unexpectedly rapid and intense reactions.
“Director… please.”
“Hm.”
“Ah, now. Just…”
“I’ll take care of it without you rushing me.”
Do-heon growled in a somewhat suppressed voice, chiding Cheong-yeon. Withdrawing his hand, he took hold of his cock, which had been erect for quite some time, and moistened the tip with Cheong-yeon’s slick fluid that coated his fingers. Then he aligned the head with the hole.
“W-wait.”
When the blunt, hard object touched him below, Cheong-yeon raised his upper body awkwardly in surprise.
“If it hurts too much… you’ll stop, right?”
Wasn’t he the one who had just been begging for it? Though he felt ridiculous saying this now, he became afraid as actual penetration approached.
Except for their last heat cycle encounter, intimacy with Do-heon had always been accompanied by pain, making his reaction inevitable.
Do-heon’s firm chest expanded greatly at Cheong-yeon’s desperate look. After pushing his half-raised shoulders back down, he gripped Cheong-yeon’s pelvis.
“I’ll try not to hurt you.”
That wasn’t a promise to stop. Still unable to shake his anxiety, Cheong-yeon tightly closed his eyes.
Simultaneously, the cock began to slowly enter. Though barely half had been inserted, the entire shaft was so thick that the opening was stretched taut.
“Hnh…”
Even with his insides wet, the flesh was stretched to its limit, causing a dull pain to spread throughout his lower body.
As the cock penetrated deeper, his abdomen felt bloated. Cheong-yeon looked up at Do-heon with tears at the corners of his eyes.
“Is it all… in?”
Do-heon made an inscrutable expression in response.
“I always thought you were too tense for this part to open properly.”
He briefly looked down at where Cheong-yeon was barely accommodating him, then—
“Agh!”
Suddenly thrust his hips up, burying himself to the root in one go.
In an instant, the inner walls felt filled to bursting. It was as if the inner flesh, already struggling to contain the entire cock, was being stretched to its limit.
At this sudden rough penetration, tears that had been pooling in Cheong-yeon’s eyes ran down his temples.
“It turns out this is just how you’re built inside.”
“It’s too, ugh, deep… it feels strange.”
“Hah, you’re incredibly tight.”
Impaled by the sharp sensation spreading throughout his body, Cheong-yeon flailed his legs, trying to escape from Do-heon. But Do-heon wouldn’t let him go. He gripped Cheong-yeon’s calves, pulled his hips back, and then thrust in again without mercy.
“Ah!”
Cheong-yeon flapped his body like a fish caught in a net. Do-heon caressed Cheong-yeon’s stomach, which was plumply swollen from accommodating his cock, then withdrew his hips and drove in again, faster than before.
“Haangh!”
There was a loud slap as their pelvises and buttocks met forcefully. Cheong-yeon, overwhelmed by the successive penetrations, desperately clutched at the sheets.
Though it was clearly painful, every time the cock pushed to the end of his inner walls and kneaded them, a numbing pleasure shot through him, nearly making his head go blank.
“It’s always tight at first. You have to endure it.”
“How can that be… Ah! Hngh, how is that… Ahh!”
When Cheong-yeon shook his head and pushed at Do-heon’s shoulder with his foot, Do-heon, who had been repeatedly thrusting to the depths, now silently waited for him to adjust to the sensation.
He enveloped the whimpering Cheong-yeon in Alpha pheromones and sucked on his erect nipples.
As intense sensuality covered his entire body, Cheong-yeon became frightened. It wasn’t normal to feel so close to climax when it wasn’t even a heat cycle. He feared that the more he immersed himself in Do-heon’s pheromones, the more he would end up begging for stronger pleasure.
With a tearful face, Cheong-yeon stretched his arms backward. He tried to move his body in the opposite direction to distance himself from Do-heon.
Do-heon, who had momentarily paused his thrusting, quickly grasped Cheong-yeon’s calves and pulled his slender body close.
Holding Cheong-yeon’s waist to prevent him from moving again, he drove his cock to the hilt into the now pliant inner walls.
“Aah…!”
Once again, a sharp sensation stimulated Cheong-yeon’s nerves like a needle. As Do-heon’s thick shaft forcefully churned his insides, entering and exiting, the inside of his abdomen grew increasingly hot. Cheong-yeon even had the absurd worry that his body might completely melt.
Having pushed Do-heon away and arched his body backward again, Cheong-yeon looked up at him reproachfully.
“You said you wouldn’t, ah, hurt me.”
Do-heon trapped Cheong-yeon, who kept trying to escape his embrace, between his arms. As if not allowing even the slightest gap between them. Then he buried his face in Cheong-yeon’s white, slender neck. Greedily inhaling the Omega pheromones emanating from there, as if exploiting them, Do-heon moved his hips again.
“I said I’d try not to hurt you, not that you could run away.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
