#123
The fluid that had pooled inside suddenly gushed out, instantly soaking his underwear. His hole twitched as if it had a will of its own, leaking fluid continuously. Eunhong collapsed on the floor, almost sobbing. His limbs, drained of strength, convulsed and trembled.
“…Ah, hngh…”
“……”
Jaeha stood quietly behind, looking down at Eunhong. Then he moved, stepping past Eunhong and striding into the house. Eunhong, still lying face down, lifted his flushed face. Toward the empty hallway, in the direction of the living room where Jaeha had gone, he barely managed to say in a faint voice:
“…I, I need… *gasp* Jaeha.”
After desperately waiting for Jaeha with pleading eyes, there was a rustling sound, and then Jaeha returned. He had removed his jacket somewhere and rolled up his sleeves, holding a steaming wet towel.
“Lift your face up.”
Jaeha knelt on one knee and examined Eunhong. He meticulously wiped Eunhong’s face with the warm damp towel. The blood scabs and dirt that came off on the towel finally showed Eunhong what a state he had been in.
His face, which had been a mess of tears, sweat, and pheromones, gradually became clean. Jaeha’s subtle pheromones, which he had carefully contained, mingled with his usual cologne and swirled around Eunhong’s face. The sensation of blood boiling beneath the gentle touch cleaning his face was almost unbearable.
Jaeha took Eunhong’s hands that had been pressed against the floor and cleaned them thoroughly as well. This too was quite stimulating, causing Eunhong to repeatedly inhale sharply. He gazed quietly at Jaeha’s hands holding his own. Those large, white hands with neat, tidy nails. The sudden thought of wanting to suck those fingers dominated his mind.
Then anger welled up inside him.
How much do I like you? How much? All that talk about pheromone manipulation had lost meaning long ago. He had liked Lee Jaeha’s fingers since ancient times. He liked his large hands. His arms, shoulders, legs, his cold face, the way his face bloomed when he smiled, his low spreading voice. Simply put, Lee Jaeha was the embodiment of his love.
Heat rushed to his face. Eunhong roughly wiped his damp eyes with his sleeve.
“You’re the only person in this world I truly care about. Well, there’s Mom and Sunhong too, but still.”
“…I feel the same way, Bunhong.”
“I don’t care what other people say about me. I don’t pay attention. Whether they harm me, insult me, or are inconsistent… if I can handle it, I let them be.”
“……”
“But not with you.”
Jaeha quietly waited for Eunhong to continue.
“You have to be on my side no matter what, and you have to believe in me. Believe everything I say, and believe that I like you…”
“Eunhong.”
“Even if I say I don’t, that’s a lie. I can’t dislike you. That’s not an option on the table. Understand?”
“…Yes.”
“Even if I say it’s over, you should think about breaking through that. Idiot. Who said you could think about letting me go?”
“……”
“No matter what you do to me, I’ll still like you.”
Eunhong said everything he wanted to say while panting. His tongue felt twisted, as if he might faint from the pheromones, but he felt he had to say it now. Because cowardly Lee Jaeha looked so precarious, as if he might run away at any moment.
“I like you. Lee Jaeha.”
Jaeha’s hands cupped Eunhong’s cheeks. With a smile that could have been either happy or pained, he brushed aside Eunhong’s wet hair. The subtle pressure of his fingertips made it impossible for Eunhong to look away, forcing him to face Jaeha.
“Yes, I like you too.”
The gentle voice made everything else evaporate. He decided not to think about designations or imprinting anymore. Just Lee Jaeha smiling at him was enough. With that, nothing else mattered.
Eunhong raised himself slightly and kissed Jaeha. Then he grabbed Jaeha’s forearm and clung to him as they kissed. Jaeha responded by leaning in deeply to meet Eunhong’s pleading, gasping breath.
“If it’s too difficult, let’s get more suppressants. Your first rut—no, heat cycle—can be overwhelming.”
“…No. You’re suffering too.”
Eunhong fumbled downward and caressed Jaeha’s groin. The twitching dick, which had been tightly swollen for a while, could be felt even through the fabric of his pants. In fact, it was remarkable that an alpha could maintain his sanity for so long in front of an omega in heat who was freely releasing pheromones.
Jaeha hummed and lowered his head.
“I’m afraid you might get hurt—”
“Just do it. Whatever you want. Do everything you want to me.”
Do as you please. Eunhong panted as he took Jaeha’s hand and sucked on his fingers. He mumbled again while mouthing the sweet-bitter tasting fingers.
“I’m fine with anything if it’s you.”
In that moment, sparks flew in Jaeha’s black eyes.
“I might make a mess of you. Are you okay with that?”
With eyes now languid and yielding, Eunhong nodded vigorously. They were both at their limits. Eunhong just wanted him to do something quickly.
As Jaeha clenched his molars tightly, the tendons beneath his jaw became taut. He placed his large hand on Eunhong’s stomach. The pressing touch seemed to be measuring the path he would enter, the inside, making the inner walls twitch and tingle.
“You can’t run away now. Not anywhere.”
Jaeha leaned in deeply and lifted Eunhong into his arms. Startled by the sudden movement, Eunhong urgently wrapped his arms around Jaeha’s neck, and Jaeha muttered a low curse before suddenly biting Eunhong’s ear.
It felt like something exploded inside with a bang. Blood flow rapidly increased, and Eunhong’s face turned bright red. After licking the ear that looked as if it might bleed a few times, Jaeha whispered in a seemingly angry voice.
“You’re mine. Understand?”
Jaeha carried Eunhong to his room and carefully placed him on the bed. Even the slight rippling of his body was stimulating, simultaneously making his buttocks soak with wetness.
Eunhong covered his face with both hands while leaning against a large cushion. His reddened fingertips, heated with fever, trembled. Jaeha unbuttoned his shirt and said:
“Let’s do it once and then shower.”
Eunhong couldn’t help but laugh at his matter-of-fact tone. Just like the neat freak he was. But even while laughing, he was concerned and lifted his collar to sniff himself. Whether it was because he was marinated in pheromones or because it was his own scent, he couldn’t tell if it was bad.
“Don’t worry about it. You’re sweeter than candy right now.”
Without taking his eyes off Eunhong, Jaeha removed his shirt. His shoulders, so packed with muscle that veins stood out on his skin, moved smoothly despite their powerful appearance. The pectoral muscles, which had been prominently visible even when covered by the shirt, swelled and rippled as he took a deep breath.
He couldn’t pull his gaze away once it was drawn there. Eunhong was staring at Jaeha’s defined abdominal muscles when he unconsciously moistened his dry lips. His body relaxed pleasantly, becoming languid and limp. The sweet scent wafting from his mouth made him feel like a fruit with its skin already peeled, ready to be eaten.
Jaeha approached and pulled off Eunhong’s pants and underwear in one motion. Even the fabric sliding over his skin was so stimulating that Eunhong curled up and pulled his legs in. Jaeha sat in front of him, wrapping his hand around Eunhong’s calf with its raised knee. The body heat transmitted through just one palm was tremendous.
“Spread your legs…”
The hand that had been holding his knee stroked the inside of his thigh, moving toward his groin. Jaeha whispered while firmly pressing Eunhong’s buttock. To spread his legs.
When fingers brushed his perineum, he almost screamed. Every time the hot palm caressed his soaked lower body and pressed between his buttocks with subtle force, his heart squeezed out blood. His pheromones flowed out explosively, as if they too were being pumped.
Jaeha rolled up Eunhong’s shirt and put his head underneath. Goosebumps rose on skin already hot with fever. It was hard to breathe every time the flexible flesh licked and sucked hard on his nipples. Just the fondling of his chest made him shiver, while simultaneously fingers delved below.
“Ah, ungh…”
Eunhong moaned, holding onto Jaeha’s shoulders as they pressed into him. It was difficult to stay still against the cushion, and he kept sitting up. Despite entering right at the start of foreplay, his hole effortlessly swallowed two fingers at once without any resistance.
The excessively wet hole was beyond soft—it was slippery. Just having two thick, long fingers enter at once and caress his insides made Eunhong’s dick already erect and throbbing.
“Mmm…”
“It’s warm inside… and incredibly tight.”
After tormenting his chest for quite some time, Jaeha raised his head, examined Eunhong’s face, and whispered. The low voice made his face burn hot. Although the bedroom was dimly lit with only auxiliary lighting, he still felt embarrassed. It was even more so because the quiet bedroom was filled entirely with the sound of his own panting breath and the squelching wet sounds. After trying to avoid Jaeha’s intent gaze examining his face several times, Eunhong finally surrendered.
“Stop looking. My face… please.”
“I want to know exactly how you’re feeling. Every bit of it.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
