For a Hungry Omega – 72

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Luckily, the door opened right away.

“You’re here.”

Haon timidly lifted his head to fully reveal his face as he looked at Inho. The moment Inho stepped out of the car, Haon looked visibly relieved.

“Why are you out here?”

“Ah, well…”

Haon hesitated, glancing back and forth between the tightly shut front door and Inho. His lips opened and closed repeatedly, as if he were struggling to find the right words.

Inho didn’t press him, simply gazing at Haon in silence. The moment he saw that pale face, the turmoil inside him calmed like still water. He hadn’t taken any medication or had anything to drink, and yet…

“I left my wallet at home today… and my card key was inside.”

He usually kept better track of things… Haon’s voice trailed off as he fidgeted with the empty pocket of his pants.

Seeing that, Inho froze for a moment as though at a loss for words. It wasn’t until Haon finally met his gaze that he managed to speak again.

“Sorry I’m late.”

Inho quietly offered an apology, barely above a whisper, as he reached out and took Haon’s hand. His hand, always warm like a child’s, was cold now.

Just how long had he been waiting out here?

Inho cupped Haon’s hands in both of his and rubbed them, trying to bring back some warmth. If he had known Haon was waiting right outside, he would’ve rushed up immediately.

“I should’ve come sooner.”

He regretted all the time wasted in the car. Even the time he spent hesitating in the elevator.

“I didn’t wait that long.”

Haon fidgeted his fingers in Inho’s grasp, then gently placed his free hand over the back of Inho’s. Then, as if to reassure him, he held on tightly.

“The ground was clean, so I sat comfortably.”

He shook his head, insisting that it was fine. That everything was okay. His gentle eyes said so clearly.

Another silence fell between them as Inho once again found himself at a loss for words.

Haon didn’t ask anything—about what happened, who he had met. He simply held Inho’s gaze, softly patting his hand.

“Let’s go inside.”

This time, it was Haon who spoke first. When no response came, he pressed down gently on the back of Inho’s hand and kept talking, as if having a conversation with himself.

“Do you want to shower and watch a movie?”

Or maybe have a drink. He started listing off things Inho might like, hoping to lift his spirits—Inho looked like he’d just dealt with someone difficult.

“Should I make you a late-night snack?”

He knew nothing he did would offer real comfort, but still, he wanted to do something. Anything, really.

“Let’s do what you want, Haon.”

Inho, who had been silently watching Haon, finally moved his arms.

“I’m good with anything.”

With deliberate slowness, he opened his arms and gently pulled Haon into an embrace—slow enough to give him a chance to step away if he wanted to.

“I like everything too…”

But Haon had no reason to push him away. Without resistance, he leaned fully into Inho’s chest and wrapped his arms around him in return.

His arms, shorter than Inho’s, stretched as far as they could to wrap around his broad back. Haon even rose onto the tips of his toes, trying to make the embrace reach wider.

“I really like everything.”

He murmured into Inho’s chest, face nestled deep against his firm torso. Even from just a hug, he could feel his ears turning hot. But he had no intention of pulling away.

“Tonight… let’s do whatever you want, Inho.”

Even if his heart felt like it might explode, he wanted to stay right there in Inho’s arms.

Maybe that feeling came through—because Inho tightened his embrace, then pressed a soft kiss to the crown of Haon’s head.

Haon held his breath, imagining white steam rising from his scalp.

It was because Inho’s hand had just brushed his thigh.

With a light tap, Inho gently patted Haon’s thigh—almost like a signal of what was to come.

After that brief warning, he slipped his hands beneath Haon’s thighs and smoothly lifted him off the ground.

“Hold on,” he whispered softly, guiding Haon’s squirming legs around his waist and pulling him close, securing his torso so he couldn’t escape.

Because Haon had given permission.

“I-I can walk… you know…”

Haon mumbled shyly, cradled in Inho’s arms like a child. But even as he said it, he made no move to get down.

Instead of answering, Inho gave his backside a playful tap, effectively silencing him.

Haon, face flushed from ears to cheeks, simply clung tighter, pressing his thudding heart against Inho’s chest and exhaling quietly.

It felt like he’d just finished a workout—his breath quick and shallow, even though nothing had actually happened yet.

Just the sound of Haon’s now heavier breathing made Inho’s lower half tense.

The warm breath brushing against his neck sent ticklish jolts—not over his skin, but deep inside his chest.

It was a sensation he’d never experienced before.

“Haon.”

Beep-beep, the front door lock clicked open at the same time Inho said his name.

To open the door, Inho shifted to support Haon with just one arm.

Haon, too, tightened his grip around Inho’s body, pressing even closer.

In the process, their lower bodies inevitably rubbed together—his own against Inho’s firm abdomen.

The unexpected stimulation turned Haon’s face completely pink.

Inho’s eyes, now softened and heavy-lidded, gazed down at him—and then he pressed firmly against Haon’s tailbone, adding another jolt.

“Ah…”

A small gasp finally escaped from Haon, despite his efforts to suppress it. He bit his lip and pressed his mouth against Inho’s chest to muffle the sound.

“Haon.”

Inho brought his lips to Haon’s reddened ear and whispered his name again.

“Y-Yes…”

Haon’s voice leaked out muffled, buried against Inho’s clothes. The trembling tone carried a faint whimper, blending with the shallow moan that escaped—prompted by Inho’s continued pressure against his tailbone.

Even as his body squirmed and soft grunts slipped out, Haon didn’t push Inho’s hand away. The stimulation coursing through his lower half was morphing into clear, tangible pleasure. It still felt unfamiliar—but it was something he couldn’t resist.

Inho raised one knee and leaned against the wall, then gently set Haon down on his thigh. When he reached for Haon’s ankle to remove his shoes, Haon lifted his foot on his own, helping him with a small flick.

Tap, tap.

Haon’s worn sneakers dropped onto the spotless marble floor.

Inho gently pressed his forehead against Haon’s, then touched their noses together. He locked eyes with him, close enough to kiss.

But Haon, unable to endure the intent in that gaze, turned his head away. His heart, already pounding hard enough to burst, felt like it might just collapse altogether. His insides were knotted with tension.

Inho pulled back slightly and looked at Haon’s blushing face.

“Haon.”

But Haon wasn’t looking at Inho—his eyes were fixed on the floor of the entryway. Just like that day.

“If you don’t want to… tell me. It’s okay.”

The day Inho had lost control, under the heat of it all, Haon had stood right here—gripping the inner door with both hands, refusing to go inside. His whole body had trembled with fear whenever Inho’s hand reached for him.

“I really mean it. Everything’s okay.”

Inho reached out slowly to caress Haon’s left cheek. The faint bruise had mostly faded now, but to Inho, it still looked like a gaping wound.

When the memory of Haon collapsed on the bathroom floor came rushing back, his knee under Haon lost a bit of its strength.

“I-I like you…”

Haon blurted out the confession, then hurriedly wrapped his arms around Inho’s neck. Maybe he thought Inho was about to put him down. Instead, he clung tighter, repeating himself.

“I really… like you.”

It was the most honest thing Haon could say right now. So he said it again and again, hoping the feeling would reach Inho.

“I like you so much. So, so much…”

He loved the way Inho always listened so patiently to his awkward voice. How those beautiful lips only ever said the kindest things.

“Everything’s okay. Anything you do… Inho, I love all of it.”

He loved everything—from the firm grip that held his timid hands, to the way Inho’s touch softened his tense body. Even the kisses that left his mouth numb—he loved those too.

“I lo—mmph.”

Haon had just begun to recall one of those intense kisses when Inho suddenly pressed their lips together—no warning, just raw hunger.

And the moment Haon opened his mouth to speak, Inho slid his tongue in deep.

Startled by the sudden intrusion of warm, delicate flesh, Haon’s eyes widened.

But it didn’t take long before all strength drained from them.

As Inho cradled the back of his neck and pushed in deeper, stroking his tongue against the most sensitive spots, Haon’s heavy-lidded eyes fluttered shut.

“Ah—mm… ngh…”

Haon’s back pressed tighter to the wall as his body began to slide up slightly, responding to the rhythm of their locked bodies.

Each time a moan slipped from Haon’s lips, Inho moved in closer, grinding against him, tightening their contact.

He wrapped his tongue around Haon’s now limp one, rubbing against it, and pressed down hard on the spots Haon liked.

As Inho repeatedly applied pressure to a single point, Haon’s slender waist trembled visibly. The moans mixed with his ragged breathing gradually grew louder.

“Hnn… I-Inho…”

Overwhelmed by the pleasure now stabbing sharply into his lower belly, Haon squirmed his hips and finally parted his lips.

“Yes, Haon.”

Inho loosened his tongue completely, letting Haon speak, and traced along his lips with his own.

Their lips were slick with each other’s saliva—it was hard to tear his eyes away.

Haon seemed to feel the same. As he felt Inho’s tongue glide over his lips, he reflexively pushed his own out, as if enchanted by the sensation.

It was the first time Haon had initiated contact like that.

Inho instinctively began to suck on the soft flesh, gazing at him with eyes that glistened with heat.

He etched into his memory every detail—Haon’s thin shoulders rising and falling from labored breaths, the dazed look on his face.

There wasn’t a single part of him that wasn’t lovable. Even the way his cheeks hollowed from chasing after Inho’s tongue was endearing.

“Haon.”

Inho spoke again. His own breath had grown shallow from their long kiss.