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Witnessing Yeon Ji-ho’s tears, Set fumbled, showering his cheek with small kisses. As if he hadn’t been crying a moment before, Yeon Ji-ho swiftly wiped his face and took a deep breath.
“……From now on, Set, please stay still.”
“Ji-ho, what…?”
Before Set could finish, Yeon Ji-ho suddenly grasped Set’s dick. Set’s abdominal muscles rippled subtly as his core was instantly seized.
“Ugh…”
“Set, why are you so handsome, even down there?”
“Ji-ho, wait, wait…”
Set’s dick, already rigid from the moment it met Yeon Ji-ho’s touch, throbbed, releasing a clear stream of pre-cum the instant Yeon Ji-ho’s hand closed around it. Yeon Ji-ho’s hand became slick with the viscous fluid.
Unconcerned by the soiling of his hand, Yeon Ji-ho used his thumb to gently stroke the tip of the glans. Set’s jaw clenched visibly.
“Incredibly… sensitive, Set.”
“It’s not just anyone, Ji-ho. It’s you touching me.”
Set ground his teeth, as if suppressing something, before speaking. Amusement flickered in Yeon Ji-ho’s eyes as he pressed firmly on the glans. At that moment, Set released the breath he’d been holding.
Simultaneously, Set’s previously still hands began to move. Though not rough, his large hands moved with considerable force, instantly grasping both his own and Yeon Ji-ho’s dicks. He quickly lifted them both.
“A-ah! S-stay still…!”
“Ji-ho, I can’t be satisfied with such childish handling. My apologies.”
“Stop, h-hold on!”
Set’s apology, delivered in a voice devoid of any real remorse, was followed by a tightening of his grip. His grasp was distinctly different from Yeon Ji-ho’s, so different it was a problem.
The strength of his large hands, the calluses on his palms caressing Yeon Ji-ho’s soft flesh, elicited a series of helpless moans. When Set used his fingernail to press against the urethra, finally…
“Hk!”
A cloudy fluid erupted, spraying Set’s hand and even splattering onto Yeon Ji-ho’s lower abdomen.
While Yeon Ji-ho trembled, Set lifted his hand to his mouth and lightly licked his fingers. Witnessing this, Yeon Ji-ho was aghast.
“Why, why are you eating that?!”
“Ji-ho, you have a sweet scent, even here.”
“What in the world are you talking about…!”
Yeon Ji-ho could only gape at the nonsensical claim that because it smelled sweet, it must taste sweet. Set chuckled softly, pulling Yeon Ji-ho close by the waist.
“I want to make sure you don’t remember what happened in the cave, Ji-ho.”
Set had never intended for their first time to be so frantic, in such a place. He didn’t want it to be a savage encounter, a mutual devouring, but rather a gentle experience, on a soft, clean bed.
Despite his abusive upbringing, Set was fundamentally a Gorgo Duke, never lacking economically. The circumstances of their first time had been entirely unsatisfactory.
He wanted to give Yeon Ji-ho only the best things in the world. But in that world, Set Gorgo was a man who had already lost everything, unable to even offer gold or jewels. This had always weighed heavily on his mind.
“……What was wrong with that time?”
“Even though we used leaves and scraps of cloth, your knees were red. And you were clearly in a lot of pain in your lower back. It wasn’t a pleasant memory.”
Set stated definitively. His expression reflected his lingering unease about that encounter, prompting Yeon Ji-ho to open his mouth with a soft, “Hmm.” He had realized that their lack of proper communication then would become a problem.
“I was the one who urged you on, Set.”
“What?”
Set frowned, as if he hadn’t heard correctly, causing Yeon Ji-ho to mutter, “I knew it.” He had anticipated that their failure to communicate properly then would be an issue.
“I was the one who wanted it, who urged you on.”
“But at the time, Ji-ho, you…”
“My heat cycle was a poor excuse. I wanted you.”
At those words, Set’s chest swelled. Sometimes, when talking to Yeon Ji-ho, he couldn’t believe they had been strangers until his death.
Why could Yeon Ji-ho so easily say the things Set longed to hear, the things he’d only dreamed of?
It was something that had never happened, even when he desperately craved affection as a child. To have someone say the words he wanted to hear.
“Yes, Ji-ho.”
That was the end of Set’s response. He didn’t speak further, instead focusing on his hands.
Set’s hands swiftly pulled down Yeon Ji-ho’s partially lowered drawers and pants. As his white buttocks were revealed, Set began to move directly below.
Soon, Set took his dick into his mouth. Yeon Ji-ho’s reflexive action was to grasp Set’s hair in surprise.
“Ugh!”
Set sucked with the intensity of someone devouring a delicious fruit. His deep, wet mouth expertly played with Yeon Ji-ho’s dick. Yeon Ji-ho’s white stomach rippled.
“A, a, a…! Stop, stop!”
While Yeon Ji-ho was enthralled by Set’s ministrations, Set had somehow managed to lift Yeon Ji-ho’s thighs and raise them. He briefly detached his mouth from the erect dick, then began to lower his lips towards the perineum.
His fingers replaced his mouth. Yeon Ji-ho helplessly succumbed to Set’s fluid, natural touch.
“There, there, really don’t… Please, h-hk.”
The intimate area, never shown to anyone, was fully exposed under the caravan’s bright light. As Yeon Ji-ho sobbed, Set tilted his head and asked,
“Why?”
“Sh-shame… h-ck.”
“There’s no need to be ashamed, Ji-ho. You are beautiful, even here.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Set used the tip of his tongue to rub the wrinkled area. He gathered saliva and applied it to facilitate entry. Finally, the tip of his tongue gently pierced the inside.
However, Set overlooked one thing: his lack of proper knowledge of omega anatomy.
From the moment Yeon Ji-ho began to experience pleasure, his pheromones intensified. This was why Set’s dick, highly sensitive to pheromones, was achingly erect.
“Hmph, hk, ugh…”
Ignoring the urge to thrust inside, Set now used his fingers. Yeon Ji-ho’s already lubricated entrance easily accommodated one, then two, then three fingers.
Even with three fingers, Set deemed it insufficient. His dick was far larger than three fingers. As he began to stretch Yeon Ji-ho, Yeon Ji-ho gasped,
“Set, Set, in… hk. Put it in…”
Taking a breath, Set withdrew his fingers. As the now-empty opening yearned for more, Set pressed his already engorged dick against Yeon Ji-ho’s buttocks.
He thrust inside with a grinding motion. Yeon Ji-ho’s eyes rolled back momentarily at the overwhelming size, even after his body had already loosened.
“Hick!”
“Ji-ho, that’s right, it’s okay…”
Based on his previous experience, Set had realized that inserting his dick gradually was less effective than inserting it all at once and letting Yeon Ji-ho adjust. He waited for Yeon Ji-ho to become accustomed to him, stroking his back and waist.
Meanwhile, Yeon Ji-ho, impaled in a single motion, felt involuntary physiological tears welling up. Whether from pain or overwhelming pleasure, he couldn’t tell.
“Sc-scary…”
Only one thing was certain: what came next terrified him. During his heat cycle, he had only felt pleasure when accepting Set, but now, with a clear mind, it was different.
He feared whether he could endure the repeated thrusts of such a large dick. Yeon Ji-ho unconsciously tried to pull away from the violent pressure.
Sensing Yeon Ji-ho’s attempt to slip away, Set pulled him close. He held Yeon Ji-ho tightly, his hands gripping his waist, and with a shallow movement, he withdrew and thrust again.
“Haak! Set, Set, stop, hmph, wait…!”
“We’ll wait. We will wait. Ji-ho, as long as you don’t try to run away.”
Set lightly licked Yeon Ji-ho’s eyelids. When Yeon Ji-ho reflexively closed his eyes, Set’s expression subtly changed.
He loved him, but if Yeon Ji-ho ever tried to pull away, Set wasn’t sure he could control himself. He would instinctively chase after him, like a rabid dog.
As Yeon Ji-ho’s waist continued to arch, Set finally lifted him into the air. Then, sitting cross-legged, he placed Yeon Ji-ho on top of himself.
“W-what, h-hek…! N-no, please…”
The dick that had filled his body was completely withdrawn, then plunged back in, the tip reaching just below his sternum. Yeon Ji-ho’s eyes rolled back again, but Set didn’t care, pulling him close.
Only then did he feel he truly possessed Yeon Ji-ho.
Holding Yeon Ji-ho, completely immobile in his arms, watching him writhe uncontrollably at the slightest movement, a feeling of complete satisfaction washed over him. It was an indescribable contentment.
At some point, he seemed to realize his own mind was abnormal. Rational thought was difficult when it came to Yeon Ji-ho.
“Ji-ho, Ji-ho… Haa, it’s alright. Yes, don’t cry…”
But Set ignored the fact that he was changing. He ignored the growing blindness of his affection, the unbearable anxiety and restlessness that sometimes overwhelmed him, the possibility that he might not be able to control himself when Yeon Ji-ho wasn’t near. He ignored and dismissed it all.
Because right now, Yeon Ji-ho was still by his side.
