But before he could struggle, the thigh positioned between his legs moved. Even with just a heavy brush against his crotch, Icanoth reacted sensitively and grabbed Andrea’s back.
“Ahuuungh…!”
The thin, faint cry of pleasure was similar to bursting into tears. Each time Icanoth breathed heavily, his neck and chest, drenched in cold sweat, heaved. A large hand approached his neck area and tore the buttons in one go.
“Hnh. Humph, ah…”
There was no luxury of undoing them one by one. Andrea, who buried his heated lips directly on the skin, strongly sucked on his chest. Wherever he left marks were places he had marked before. Right next to it, dark red marks stood out. His tongue tip crawled over the body as if continuing the traces. Even with light caresses, Icanoth’s lower waist trembled.
“Uu, hau… ungh. Haah, ha, ngh!”
His entire body whispered to be touched, calling for Andrea’s caress. Icanoth was holding Andrea’s arm, but there was no intention of refusal. He wanted more, more. His body, exposed to the dominant’s intense pheromones, pooled hellfire inside. Saliva accumulated in his mouth, to the point of dripping, yet he couldn’t bear the desert-like thirst.
“Ha, huumph… ah, ah… uu. Hungh.”
While opening and closing his mouth, Icanoth knew he wanted something in his mouth to suck on intensely, besides being sucked by Andrea. He wanted to suck Andrea’s cock, even if it completely blocked his throat. All other sensations had receded compared to that.
“If you don’t tell me with words what you want to do, I won’t know.”
Andrea, who noticed his desire, licked around his lips with his tongue. When the impatient Icanoth tried to suck his tongue into his mouth, Andrea skillfully avoided it while moving his tongue, and brushed back his fallen hair. Eyes steeped in heat wavered precariously. A strand of resistance remained, making him suffer, unable to cross that threshold.
“Humph… ak!”
His jaw was gripped. So strongly that his red tongue might protrude. Even his gaze, which had tried to escape, was fully directed at Andrea. Only then did the hand gripping his jaw soften.
“What do you want?”
He encourages Icanoth’s honesty with tenderness. As his resistance crumbled, tears flowed down, wetting Andrea’s fingertips.
“With my mouth…”
“Yes.”
“I w-want to suck. Andrea-ssi. Let me, let me suck. Huungh.”
“That’s a bit difficult here. If so, we won’t be able to finish even after arriving at Hesagenpros.”
As he said this, Andrea pressed down on the sticky tongue and pushed his finger into the moist mouth. The bright red tongue wrapped around one finger, circling it and willingly accepting it deep inside.
“Uu… hoo, wup. Ungh… huu…”
“…Do you like it that much?”
Just one finger, then two, yet Andrea felt as if his lower body was entirely engulfed, and thought his smiling lips were trembling. Recessive pheromones are merely sweet-tasting, not greatly affecting dominants. Meaning they’re insufficient to lower sexual desire. Despite this, he was excessively lusting.
“Icanoth.”
Looking at the large eyes encasing red pupils, the area around them colored like roses, and the welling tears flowing down, he repeated his name. Allowing his hand to be bitten by those lips was a great kindness on Andrea’s part. The desire to kiss those red, rough lips of Icanoth until they swelled throbbed in his heart.
“Do more.”
When he was about to withdraw what he had given if it wasn’t satisfactory, the tongue licked his finger from the base up. Wrapping each joint with the upper lip, when reaching the fingertip, he put it back in his mouth and sucked. Only then did Icanoth’s face become somewhat peaceful, as if satisfied. Whatever his mind felt, at least his body had been soothed.
“Huink, huk, haah… huungh. Uu…”
Seeing him appear satisfied, Andrea caressed various parts of Icanoth’s body over his clothes. Even without removing underwear and unbuckling the belt to check, the state of his lower body was clear in his mind. Soaking wet, continuously releasing transparent pre-fluid. Probably not a single part remained dry. Imagining the sight he couldn’t currently see, Andrea pulled the small head to his shoulder and pressed his lips to the ear, sticking out his tongue.
“Ahungh… ah! Hng, hau, hungh!”
Whether to say his ear was weak, or to say his ear was also weak. When the tongue explicitly dug in, Icanoth poured out sounds without even trying to hold back. It was a pleasing response.
“I’m so fortunate that you’re a recessive. Because I can make you happy even at times like this.”
The heated face was vivid even without seeing it.
“Isn’t that right?”
“Haah, uu, huu, hng… humph…”
Unable to answer the question, instead crying out in pleasure, even if the word “happiness” didn’t suit Icanoth, at this moment at least, he was happy thanks to Andrea. Pheromones rained down on his heated body. As Andrea, thoroughly drenching Icanoth with his pheromones, kissed him, their pressed lips melted against each other. The pheromones seeped into the deepest places, and in Icanoth’s blurry vision, Andrea became Bjorn. His bright blonde hair had somehow turned deep red, disheveled before his eyes.
“Aah… ah…”
Though knowing it wasn’t true, Icanoth felt endless ecstasy. Without realizing it, both his hands clung to Andrea’s cheeks. He embraced them with affection and kissed various places besides the lips. This wasn’t particularly surprising to Andrea. Whenever a heat cycle came, when Icanoth couldn’t make accurate judgments due to severe pheromone exposure, he often acted like this. Previously, he had even muttered “Bjorn.”
“Ha, hungh… hu, goo, good, ah… ngh.”
“You like being touched here so much? I haven’t even inserted my fingers.”
“Ahumph…!”
“Tell me, Ran.”
At such times, Andrea didn’t get angry but willingly became Bjorn. He imitated Bjorn’s speech pattern similarly and called his name. Deceived by the sweet voice calling him “Ran,” Icanoth murmured that it was good and embraced Andrea’s neck with both arms.
“Good, there, continue, do it, I like being touched. Hup. Like it… aah…”
The voice murmuring while holding him preciously was wandering in a dream. Andrea smiled and continued acting like Bjorn. The brief dream would soon become hell. It was an imitation for that purpose. So that when Icanoth awoke from the fantasy, he would realize that his precious memories had been defiled, overlaid, and ruined by him.
“Aaah… hu, ah, hauu… ah, hng!”
Unable to bear the rising climax, choking and suffering, Icanoth, while steeped in unparalleled sensuality, noticed the dissonance. His body, which had been limp in Andrea’s embrace, soon became rigid. To allow him to fully enjoy the afterglow, Andrea silently stroked his back and kissed his nape. At the same time, he withdrew all his pheromones at once.
“Ha… ah. Ungh—”
Sure enough, as soon as the alpha’s pheromones decreased, Icanoth realized his reality and screamed. The expected sound faintly resonated in Andrea’s ears and passed.
“Shh, it’s okay.”
But what could be done? You can’t even do that as you wish. Despite being horrified, Icanoth—Icanoth’s body—wanted pleasure derived from Andrea. The screaming and crying stopped after a while.
“See, you’re fine already.”
“Hu… ah. Auu, haungh…”
It was because desire preceded pain. The heat cycle induced by medication didn’t subside as easily as a regular heat cycle. Moreover, a dominant alpha was in front of him, and since the belt was fastened, only the area around the hole had been touched. Andrea had merely loosened the belt constricting the lower body slightly. The device inside remained, and only one finger was barely inserted through the gap.
“Shall I lend you my hand?”
“Hnh… ungh… mph.”
Due to the hand brushing near his thigh as he asked, Icanoth urgently inhaled. Even the tears clinging to his eyelashes were pitiful. However, he didn’t give a second option. He repeatedly kissed the omega’s body, which couldn’t escape or accept while in his embrace. It was ravishment disguised as affection. Icanoth knew this too, but his body, which had started to heat up feverishly, eventually made him utter the answer Andrea wanted.
“L-lend… hng…! Ha…hand, please lend me your hand.”
Andrea, who wrapped the erect cock with his roundly cupped hand, smiled languidly, but his excitement was evident.
“Of course. Gladly. What couldn’t I do for you?”
After lending one hand, he urged Icanoth to move his hips himself. Naturally, that beginning couldn’t be easy. Bending his waist in a circle and trembling pitifully, when stimulation was transmitted by the hand holding his cock, he cried as if he would lose his breath.
“N-no… ah, auu, ah, hank, ha, ah, ah. Huaak…!”
Still embracing Andrea’s neck, he was forehead to forehead with him. What Icanoth’s body wanted wasn’t pleasure from his cock. The omega’s hole was viscously leaking fluid. Already more accustomed to having relations that way, and having trained him like that, Andrea deliberately subtly rubbed the cock that was releasing pre-fluid. He was the one who knew better than anyone from which area Icanoth gained pleasure.
“Move quickly. Before I change my mind.”
The command was nailed down like a nail. But perhaps his body had reached its limit. Icanoth made crying sounds and wiggled his hips. When his lower body got slightly closer to Andrea and then moved away, Andrea pressed down on the cock with his thumb and circled it. As the thick part of the thumb pressed into the indented area, a stream of pre-fluid oozed out stickily. A transparent thread stretched long and then was rubbed back onto the cock.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
