Only now did Yeon Yiseo realize what he had been craving all along—it was Alexander’s pheromones. Not just anyone’s, but specifically Alexander’s. The thirst that had been coiled within his body for so long finally began to ease.
Now that he was a recessive Omega, he could sense things a Beta never could. Alexander’s pheromones were like the ocean—calm, cozy, and warm. That soothing current wrapped gently around him.
But even as his mind settled, his breathing began to grow shallow. Yeon Yiseo’s body was the first to react to Alexander’s extreme-dominant Alpha pheromones. His face flushed with heat.
“Are you alright? My pheromones must’ve been too strong. I’ll lower the concentration a bit.”
“…Yes.”
Alexander adjusted the density of his pheromones in response to Yeon Yiseo’s condition, allowing him to finally speak. He must’ve looked unsteady as he swayed slightly, because Alexander immediately moved to sit beside him.
Yeon Yiseo knew he should straighten up, but his body refused to obey. His head grew hazy, and his limbs felt heavy. He was breaking out in a cold sweat just trying to control his pheromones.
“Yeon Yiseo, you don’t have to strain yourself regulating your pheromones. Just relax.”
Yeon Yiseo was grateful for the words. He exhaled and allowed himself to let go of the tension. Like turning on a faucet, his pheromones began to flow out freely.
Instinct warned him that physical contact in this state was dangerous. He fought to keep his distance from Alexander, but when he shifted back to avoid leaning on him, he ended up falling flat onto the floor. Anyone else might’ve asked what the hell he was doing, but for Yeon Yiseo, that had been the best option—regardless of how it turned out.
“You’re quite stubborn, aren’t you, Yeon Yiseo? It’s alright. Come here.”
Alexander let out a soft click of his tongue, then helped him up and pulled him close to lean against him.
“Do extreme-dominants always run this hot?”
The question came sluggishly. Alexander gave a quiet laugh, as if he found it amusing.
“That’s an interesting question. What made you think that?”
“My boss runs hot too. I figured maybe all extreme-dominants are like that.”
Yeon Yiseo finally let his eyes close. The pheromones surrounding him were simply too comforting. But within that warm scent, he detected a faint sharpness. A tingling sensation prickled his skin, and he opened his eyes to look at Alexander beside him.
“…Why… why are you looking at me like that?”
“Hmm, it’s nothing. …Is this concentration more comfortable for you?”
“Yes.”
Yeon Yiseo gave a slight nod. The rich density of Alexander’s pheromones softened again, wrapping around him like a gentle tide. It felt like floating on the surface of the sea.
“Are you feeling alright?”
“Yeah. I feel good…”
The words slipped out with a breath, and only a moment later did Yeon Yiseo realize how odd they sounded. He was about to explain himself, but stopped. Alexander wouldn’t misinterpret him. Trusting that, he quietly closed his eyes again. A hand gently cupped his cheek.
“Are you feeling hot? Your face is red.”
“I’m fine.”
“When you say ‘I’m fine,’ Yeon Yiseo, it doesn’t really hold much weight.”
Alexander sounded like he was teasing, but his hand felt cool against Yeon Yiseo’s skin, which confirmed just how flushed his face really was.
“…Mmm.”
Yeon Yiseo let out a soft sound as he instinctively nuzzled into Alexander’s hand. His palm was so large it nearly covered half his face, and it felt refreshingly cool. His thirst had vanished, but still—he wanted to stay like this just a bit longer.
“They say physical contact helps stabilize pheromones faster.”
“Huh…?”
“If you don’t want this, push me away.”
Alexander leaned in—and then, his lips met Yeon Yiseo’s.
Surprise lasted only a heartbeat. Pheromones—an overwhelming euphoria—rushed in. Every cell in his body responded.
Yeon Yiseo grabbed Alexander’s jacket, his hand already resting on the man’s shoulder. He was the first to cross the line beyond a simple kiss. It felt inevitable, like a bee drawn to a flower by nature’s law.
Yeon Yiseo licked Alexander’s lips as if begging for more. At first, there was no reaction. But the moment he bit down lightly, Alexander responded, pulling him close. The grip was firm, but not painful.
Being held like that—it felt good. He pressed his tongue against Alexander’s as it entered his mouth without hesitation. The intensity was so overwhelming that Yeon Yiseo instinctively tried to pull back. But Alexander followed, pushing in as far as Yeon Yiseo retreated.
His vision sparked with euphoric fireworks, breath growing ever more erratic. His strength gave out; he couldn’t stay upright. Seemingly noticing, Alexander gently laid him down on the couch, supporting his body. The leather squeaked softly beneath them.
“Nn… hnn…”
Their lips parted with a faint sound, and Yeon Yiseo exhaled. Alexander’s pheromones, growing thicker, filled his lungs. If it were possible, he wanted to open every pore and absorb them. That’s how sweet—how intoxicating—they were.
He gently bit down on Alexander’s soft, saliva-slicked lips, released them, and sucked again. Alexander’s breathing was quickening too. When Yeon Yiseo opened his eyes, he saw his flushed face through a blurred gaze. Unhidden desire flickered in Alexander’s deep blue eyes.
As Yeon Yiseo panted, Alexander’s thumb touched his lower lip. It looked like he was about to trace over it—but instead, his finger slipped into Yeon Yiseo’s mouth. Maybe he wanted the same thing Yeon Yiseo did.
Their gazes locked. Yeon Yiseo licked the tip of his thumb. Alexander’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening as his molars clenched.
Yeon Yiseo opened his mouth willingly, giving in to what Alexander wanted. He couldn’t keep meeting that gaze—he felt stripped bare under it. As he shut his eyes again, another kiss followed.
Their tongues met with a wet, sticky sound. The kiss was slow, like they were tasting each other’s mucous membranes. They licked, pressed, and traced along each other’s tongues, savoring every tiny ridge. Alexander grabbed Yeon Yiseo’s hand, still clutching his collar, and pinned it to the couch, interlacing their fingers.
Their bodies drew even closer, pressed tightly together. Alexander’s pheromones poured out in abundance, as if he wanted to soak Yeon Yiseo to the bone. The flood of extreme-dominant Alpha pheromones triggered every Omega instinct inside him. Yeon Yiseo’s own pheromones began to flow.
With their fingers interlocked, Alexander slowly stroked Yeon Yiseo’s pronounced knuckles, then slid down to caress his wrist.
“…Mmm.”
His fingers moved slowly along the edge of Yeon Yiseo’s wrist, as if tracing its shape. His senses felt sharpened to the point where he could almost feel the individual ridges of Alexander’s fingerprints. Every touch made his body jolt.
He couldn’t even tell whose breath it was, escaping through their barely parted lips.
It felt like they were trying to mark each other with their pheromones—without hesitation, without restraint, completely absorbed in each other. He had no idea how much time had passed. All he knew was that he didn’t want to be apart.
Just kissing, and yet his entire body trembled with pleasure. Rational thought melted into useless slush. Heat bloomed from deep within, and he trembled as if shivering. He wanted to taste Alexander’s skin. That fierce craving, that impulse—it was almost impossible to suppress.
Every inch of him felt saturated with Alexander’s pheromones. The overwhelming sense of fulfillment even made him drowsy.
Their parting kisses became slower, more lingering. Chup. Chuok. Soft and faint. With a final, barely-there kiss, Alexander pulled away.
Yeon Yiseo slowly opened his eyes, still savoring the sensation of that kiss. His gaze met Alexander’s, who was leaning over him.
It was a little embarrassing, but he couldn’t think of what to do next. Even if he had thought of something, his body wouldn’t have moved. He felt like a soaked cotton ball, limp and heavy.
Alexander gently brushed his fingertip along the corner of Yeon Yiseo’s eye, where his breath still came in ragged gasps.
“Did I hurt you?”
“…Huh?”
“You have tears in your eyes.”
Only then did Yeon Yiseo realize that his eyes had welled up.
There was no reason to cry. It must’ve just been a reflex from his heightened physical and emotional state. He shook his head faintly in reply. It was such a small motion, but Alexander seemed to understand right away.
“No. You didn’t hurt me.”
“Then just lie here until you feel a bit better.”
Alexander brought over a cushion to support Yeon Yiseo’s head and make him more comfortable. The new position helped him relax a little. But Alexander didn’t stop there—he even draped a light blanket over him.
Then he spoke again.
“I’m going to loosen your necktie now. Is that alright?”
