#107
“Hm… I need more. More…”
At the sobbing plea, Jaeha loosened his arms. Eunhong, as if he had been waiting, fumblingly wrapped his arms around Jaeha’s neck, pulling him closer, and eagerly bit his lips wherever they touched. The way he desperately sucked, as if the saliva was sweet, stimulated Jaeha. While giving his lips, Jaeha’s hands became urgent as he unfastened his belt.
While kissing, as he lowered their clothes and put on a condom, his gaze went to Eunhong, who was trembling and slipping. The clear brown eyes looking up at him as if enchanted were full of moisture. The heat rising on his flushed eye area tapped at Jaeha’s dark lust.
“Ugh,” an exclamation burst from Jaeha’s mouth. He momentarily lost control and released his pheromones. Seeing Eunhong panting as if overwhelmed, he firmly gripped his buttocks and gritted his molars.
“How can you be so easy, Eunhong?”
He grasped and spread the plump buttocks as if about to burst them, and forcefully pushed his dick in. The slickly wet entrance easily accepted the intruder. Eunhong threw his head back and trembled violently. Unable to control his sensations, he bit his fingers hard.
Jaeha positioned himself and firmly gripped and spread Eunhong’s thighs.
“Being swayed like this…”
He thrust upward in one swift motion. Eunhong, who inhaled sharply with a “huk,” stiffened. Simultaneously, his inner walls convulsed wildly, squeezing Jaeha.
“Ha… relax, Eunhong. You’re going to break my dick.”
“Ah, no, no…”
He gathered Eunhong’s pleading legs, raising them to rest on one shoulder. He slowly pulled out and pushed in repeatedly, gently soothing the tightly clenched buttocks. The viscous fluid made sticky sounds as it clung to their skin and separated. Eunhong let out a long, exclamation-filled nasal moan.
“Ah uh… ugh… stop…”
Stop… Eunhong mumbled with glazed eyes.
Jaeha repeatedly and slowly savored his insides, scraping the inner walls with the tip of his glans. Each time he pressed in with force, he poured out pheromones, causing the entrance to open to its limit to accept him.
“Hic… Jaeha… huh… I, stop, please…”
Fluid overflowed enough to soak the sofa. Unable to withstand the pleasure flowing through his body, tears also welled up and streamed down. There was a flood above and below. Rough breaths escaped through Jaeha’s teeth. His eyes, dark like his pheromones, shone fiercely.
Jaeha pushed against Eunhong so hard the sofa leather might burst. With each powerful thrust, as flesh met flesh, there was a splashing sound from the wet fluids. With each thrust upward, a shrill scream erupted from Eunhong’s mouth. The raised leg swayed like a doll with broken strings. The glass-like brown eyes became cloudy, and the open mouth couldn’t close.
“Ha ugh, uh ah!”
In an instant, Eunhong’s toes stretched out and his calves stiffened. His erect dick spurted semen. His waist lifted sharply, and his buttocks clenched so tightly they formed depressions, squeezing Jaeha’s dick as if to bite it off.
“Ugh!”
Jaeha lowered his upper body and buried his face in Eunhong’s chest. He tightly embraced Eunhong’s shoulders, pulling him close, and made a few more thrusts. He pushed his dick deeper and deeper, trembling.
“Mmph, hic… huh…”
The hand gripping Jaeha’s shirt lost strength and fell. The legs wrapped around his waist also weakened, and the cloudy eyes seemed to gaze at some distant place. His body went limp as if suffocated by the explosively released pheromones. If not for the hole that was still twitching and holding Jaeha’s dick from below, he would have thought Eunhong had fainted.
“…”
Jaeha, breathing heavily, thoroughly scanned Eunhong. Not wanting to leave the warmth of Eunhong’s insides, he just silently watched. As he repeatedly licked the flowing tears, Eunhong trembled and came back to his senses from the long afterglow.
“Hic! Uh… huh hic…”
As Jaeha comforted and embraced the trembling body, sobs burst forth. Startled, Jaeha hurriedly raised himself and lifted Eunhong onto his thigh like comforting a child. He let him rest his head on his shoulder and held him tightly, but the trembling was concerning. Not knowing what to do, he just patted him.
“Shh… it’s okay.”
“…Huh.”
“It’s okay. You’re good…”
As he repeatedly reassured him and stroked his back, the sobbing subsided, but the shaking body wouldn’t stop. Eunhong buried his face in Jaeha’s neck as if hiding and closed his eyes tightly. He kept reminding himself that the person holding him was Lee Jaeha. With that, the trembling gradually began to subside, though weakly.
He recalled Jaeha’s cry from before, saying that Eunhong didn’t know what an alpha’s pheromones were like. The feeling of something mercilessly opening and entering the tightly closed place deep inside his body was fear-inducing enough to make the back of his head stand on end.
Eunhong raised his wet eyes to look up at Jaeha. Sensing his gaze, Jaeha looked back. He let Eunhong rest his head on his arm, wiped his tears, and patted his buttocks soothingly like lulling a baby. Seeing the awkwardly raised corner of his mouth looking uncharacteristically tense for Jaeha, Eunhong collapsed into soft laughter.
Jaeha kissed his forehead with a “chu” and mumbled quietly.
“Sorry. I got too excited today.”
“It’s okay.”
“I should have controlled my pheromones, but I was too… Were you scared?”
“…Yes, a little.”
It would be a lie to say the feeling of his body opening wide wasn’t frightening. How to explain the feeling of losing control, of one’s body not feeling like one’s own? It was like being lost in pitch-black darkness, chasing only the bursting sensations that flashed.
Reflexively, he recalled how he had lost his mind during his manifestation, and the back of his neck chilled. Was it trauma? Perhaps that was why he, unlike typical omegas, particularly feared that feeling. Eunhong slowly blinked and examined Jaeha’s face again. He looked like he might cry.
“But.”
“…”
“But it was okay. Because it was you.”
Jaeha twitched his eyebrows and contorted his face.
It was a terrifyingly frightening pleasure, and the feeling of oneself disappearing was confusing, but it was okay because it was you. Eunhong quietly nodded. After continuously saying it was okay, he whispered that it was actually incredibly good.
Jaeha pressed his lips against Eunhong’s and embraced him crushingly. Eunhong closed his eyes and responded. He would forget. If he continually painted over it with bright red memories, perhaps someday he would completely forget that such a thing had happened, he thought.
***
“You would have been better suited as an omega.”
It was winter when they were twenty years old. During the break, Woohyun came to Seoul to visit, and that was the first thing he said when he saw Eunhong.
Woohyun, who was uncomfortable in crowded places, had somehow managed to take the train. Concerned for him, Eunhong had gone to the platform to meet him, but Woohyun’s face looked strained as he got off the train.
He examined Eunhong up and down as if seeing him for the first time in half a year, then hugged him tightly around the neck and mumbled like that. The end of his voice was slightly wet.
“Did you eat something bad on the train? Why the nonsense as soon as we meet?”
“Just… seeing you after a long time, you look so pale.”
Eunhong just laughed at Woohyun’s joking words. This was something Woohyun often said since their days in the same classroom, so he habitually brushed it off as a joke without much thought.
“Wow, Seoul is so cold. I can’t breathe when the wind blows.”
“You can’t survive without a long padded jacket.”
Entering Eunhong’s rented room, Woohyun shivered. It wasn’t an exaggeration—the temperature that day was -14°C. Eunhong rummaged through his closet and pulled out the thickest long padded jacket he had as a spare. He also prepared a thick wool scarf.
“Wear this when you go to your appointment tomorrow.”
“Wow… what’s all this? Living in Seoul, you’ve really bought a lot of clothes…”
Woohyun rummaged through the closet and kept exclaiming in admiration. He was surprised at how Eunhong’s closet, which had been modest throughout high school, had become quite stylish. Even with his inexperienced eye, he could tell these were fairly expensive clothes.
“Do you earn a lot by drawing these?”
Woohyun also showed interest in Eunhong’s work displayed on the computer. He had given up drawing after high school, so he didn’t know. After a year, Eunhong’s drawing skills had improved so dramatically they were unrecognizable. He used to draw quite well himself, but now Eunhong had surged so far ahead that he was no longer comparable.
“You’re amazing, Ban Eunhong. You’ve become so cool since moving to Seoul.”
“…Not really.”
Eunhong dismissed it as nothing special.
“How about you? Is school manageable? Are Hanjae and Haesung doing well?”
“Don’t even ask. Those two fight like dogs. They fight every day. The other day they were biting each other.”
“Haha, I can imagine. You must have a hard time.”
“As for me… nothing much happening.”
Not having any proper meal to serve in his rented room, Eunhong cooked four packets of ramen. Since Woohyun had come without notice, there hadn’t been time to go shopping. Eunhong tried to pour soju, but Woohyun refused, saying his pheromone control was poor when his condition worsened.
“After I finish my business tomorrow, show me around Seoul. Do you know any good spots?”
“…Hey, weren’t you staying at your girlfriend’s place tomorrow? I have plans.”
Woohyun, who had been smiling when Eunhong gave him clothes and a scarf to wear, quickly hardened his expression and showed disappointment.
“What plans? Are they important enough to neglect a friend who came up from Busan?”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
