Winston’s hand slipped straight into his pants. Pushing past the waistband of the loose cotton trousers, his hand cupped Yu-jin’s ass. A sharp inhale escaped Yu-jin’s lips before he could stop himself. His stomach twisted with heat, and his breath grew ragged.
“Yu-jin.”
Winston bit his bottom lip and let it go with a breathy whisper.
“Baby…”
Below, Yu-jin could feel Winston’s cock, hard and flushed with heat. The sheer intensity of it—like it could pierce right through his belly at any moment—made his whole body tremble with a volatile mix of fear and anticipation.
Haa, haa.
Gasping for air, Yu-jin wrapped his arms around Winston’s neck. In the brief moment their lips parted, he blurted out in a rush,
“I—I’m in heat.”
Technically, he should’ve said his heat cycle had started, but it didn’t matter. The words tumbled out in a mess, but Winston didn’t seem fazed.
“I know.”
Winston’s breath was rough too. His flushed cheeks and the way his broad chest heaved left no doubt about how aroused he was. As if to confirm it, he pressed another kiss to Yu-jin’s lips. Their mouths clashed, and soon saliva mingled between them. Yu-jin felt his mind go hazy. With a faint whimper, his strength gave out and he collapsed, only for Winston to scoop him up effortlessly.
He laid Yu-jin down on the bed and climbed on top of him, unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke.
“Even if you don’t mean it… I don’t care.”
Yu-jin stared at Winston’s bare torso as if entranced. The scar on his back suddenly flashed in his mind. He reached up with trembling hands to wrap them around Winston’s neck, but he couldn’t bring himself to touch that scar.
“Do you… resent me?”
Yu-jin asked with a shaky voice. Winston took his hand, pressed a kiss into his palm, and gazed straight into his eyes.
“Do you?”
His words came out muffled against Yu-jin’s skin, slightly distorted but clear. Yu-jin couldn’t say a word. The flood of pheromones had already scrambled his brain into a frenzy. His eyes were red, unfocused, and his breath came in hot pants. Winston caught the sight and lowered his lips again.
The kiss that started at Yu-jin’s wrist trailed slowly up his inner arm, leaving behind a trail of hot breath through the thin fabric of his shirt. The sensation was so gentle, so tender, it made Yu-jin want to cry.
In the end, unable to hold back, he shoved his other hand into his mouth and bit down hard. When Winston saw that, he let go of Yu-jin’s arm and instead gripped his waistband. Yu-jin didn’t stop him when his pants and underwear were pulled down together. On the contrary, he lifted his hips slightly, actively helping Winston strip him.
Winston paused, gaze fixed on Yu-jin’s now-exposed lower body.
“Winnie.”
Yu-jin bent his knees and raised them, spreading himself open. The moment he saw Winston stop breathing, a thrill of secret satisfaction surged in his chest.
“Baby.”
His whisper dripped with longing.
“Put it in. Now.”
His insides were burning—driving him to the brink of madness. It felt like something thick and scorching needed to scrape him clean from the inside out, or he’d lose his mind. Slick arousal leaked out, trailing down as the heat deep inside teased him relentlessly. Gasping, Yu-jin pleaded breathlessly.
“Hurry up. What are you waiting for? It’s not like this is the first time we’ve fucked.”
As if those words were a trigger, Winston let out a deep groan. The air suddenly grew thick with an intoxicating rush of sweet pheromones. Yu-jin felt overwhelmed, like the sheer weight of it might smother him. Just as his vision filled with Winston’s blazing golden eyes—like the burning hue of a setting sun—that massive body descended over him.
Then, he felt it—hot, slick, and heavy—pressing against him. And the moment it touched, his entrance gave way. The thick length pushed inside like a searing weapon, plunging into him.
There was no foreplay. Winston didn’t take the time to coax Yu-jin open or ease him into it gently. He simply thrust his cock in. But somehow, Yu-jin preferred it that way. Maybe he really was a masochist.
At first, the intrusion felt like punishment—hard and merciless. But then Winston’s movements changed. His thrusts grew frantic, desperate, as he clung to Yu-jin like he was about to fall apart. He held him so tightly it felt like his whole body might shatter from the pressure.
“Who do you belong to?”
Winston growled the question between ragged breaths. Yu-jin could barely breathe, crushed under the weight of Winston’s pheromones intermingled with his own. The man bit at his neck, his shoulder, his jaw—demanding an answer with every fierce nip.
“Tell me. Say my name.”
A fleeting thought drifted through Yu-jin’s dazed mind: What would happen if I said Harold’s name right now? The absurdity of it nearly made him laugh. But Winston was growing impatient, urging him again and again.
Resisting the urge, Yu-jin finally parted his lips.
“Winston. Winnie.”
“Haa…”
Winston let out a deep sigh, as if finally reassured, then began showering Yu-jin with kisses.
“Yu-jin, baby…”
It was Yu-jin who was in heat, yet Winston looked like the one losing control. Even in the fever of arousal, Yu-jin found it oddly strange. The fact that he could think at all right now was strange. Had it ever been like this before?
“Yu-jin, relax more.”
Winston’s anxious voice reached him, and Yu-jin blinked slowly, dazed. His belly already felt stuffed full of Winston. All that was left was for him to come, so what was the holdup?
Curious, Yu-jin instinctively brought his hand down and felt around—and froze. There was still the length of two finger joints left. Confused, he glanced down at his stomach.
A bulge. A small, rounded rise just above his navel.
It was Winston’s cock.
It’s already in this deep… and there’s still more?
He could see the tip pushing up higher than his belly button. For a brief moment, clarity returned to him. He’d even had a child with this man and never realized… But now that he thought about it, he’d never seen it like this before…
“Ah…”
In the haze, his insides must have loosened. Winston suddenly thrust up hard. The movement scraped against his inner walls, and Yu-jin let out a strangled cry, his whole body shuddering violently.
Winston’s face twisted, and he gasped heavily for breath.
The movement started again—slowly this time. It was as if Winston was waiting for Yu-jin to get used to it, easing in and out at a languid pace. But that control didn’t last long. Soon enough, instinct overpowered restraint, and his rhythm turned rough and fast.
“Ah, ah, ah!”
Each time he exhaled, Yu-jin let out a sharp cry. Winston pulled him in tighter, adjusting his hold so that Yu-jin’s body, which kept getting pushed up from the thrusts, was now locked firmly in his arms. And then Winston really started to move—driving his hips relentlessly, without holding back.
Yu-jin slipped his arms beneath Winston’s and clutched his shoulders tightly.
“There, right there—ah… that’s so good…”
“Here?”
The sound came out of him involuntarily. Like he was granting Yu-jin’s wish, Winston shifted his angle and started thrusting precisely where Yu-jin wanted. Yu-jin’s cries turned into sobs, his entrance now so wet that slick noises echoed with each movement. What little shred of rational thought he had left evaporated. Drenched in pheromones, he surrendered entirely.
As Winston’s scent poured deep into him, heavy and intoxicating, a long, satisfied moan escaped Yu-jin’s lips, thick with ecstasy—just as his own cum splattered messily across his belly.
***
When morning came and Yu-jin opened his eyes, Winston was already getting ready for work. Blinking groggily, Yu-jin lay in bed and watched him. This heat cycle had been strange in more ways than one. The fever had subsided in just a few hours. Though they hadn’t stopped until just before dawn, the important thing was that the symptoms were completely gone now.
“You’re up already?”
Catching his gaze, Winston turned around and asked. Yu-jin stared blankly as Winston crossed the room with confident strides. Stopping at the edge of the bed, Winston looked him over from head to toe.
The signs of their night together were still fresh on Yu-jin’s body. Slick with Winston’s cum and steeped in the sweet scent of pheromones, his thoroughly ravished appearance seemed to delight Winston, who couldn’t help but smile faintly.
“Sleep a bit more. It’s still early.”
As he leaned in for a kiss, Yu-jin spoke up—just before their lips touched.
“No, I should get up. I’ve got plans.”
Winston froze. He hovered close enough that Yu-jin could feel his breath, then asked slowly,
“Plans?”
His low, leveled voice carried an edge of menace. A shiver crawled down Yu-jin’s spine, but he forced himself to stay composed.
“I told you—I’m meeting with Georgina. It’s fine if I go out, right?”
Winston said nothing. He just stared at him in silence.
