#126
“Mmm…!”
His widely spread legs trembled with spasms, and his toes curled. A hot pulsing sensation vibrated from his perineum, and his dick shot clear fluid like a water gun. As he convulsed strongly from the unfamiliar pleasure, Jaeha also embraced Eunhong and ejaculated deep inside him.
Eunhong shed tears as he received kisses pouring onto his neck. Even in his dazed state, he could clearly see the mattress soaked beneath them. Despite this, Jaeha was still moving his dick, rubbing against the inner walls as if scraping them. It remained hard, unbelievably so for having just ejaculated.
“S-stop now, stop…”
Eunhong sobbed as he tried to remove the arms constricting his waist. Besides feeling like he might lose his breath from the pressure, he bit his lip, unable to bear his own shameful display. Ignoring Eunhong’s concerns, Jaeha continued sucking on his neck while stroking his wet dick.
“S-stop… please!”
He was in the middle of his plea when a large palm covered his lower abdomen, distracting him with the warm sensation. Then Jaeha’s dick, which had been rubbing his insides, suddenly pulsed and began changing shape, instantly increasing in size.
“Ah…!”
Eunhong’s head jerked backward. He felt terror at the dick expanding inside him. Unconsciously, he pushed against Jaeha’s arms and struggled, but the resistance of an exhausted omega was utterly feeble.
Jaeha’s dick was already large enough to visibly bulge Eunhong’s stomach. As it rounded and swelled even more, changing its form, the outline became clearly visible from the outside. Despite being painfully stretched by the rock-like dick, perhaps due to the pheromones pouring from it, Eunhong’s dick became excited again, twitching and leaking pale fluid.
“Haa… Eunhong, relax. Just a little…”
“Hic, stop… I don’t like this, hic…!”
Jaeha tightly embraced the crying, struggling Eunhong. Careful not to press against his stomach, he hugged him firmly by the chest. With warmly heated palms, he gently caressed Eunhong’s abdomen. He whispered affectionate, soothing kisses into the ear of Eunhong, who had rested his head on Jaeha’s shoulder, telling him it was alright.
In truth, this was Jaeha’s first time too. Bewildering sensations swept through his mind, heart, and entire body in succession. For a moment, even understanding for his father welled up, making him dizzy. His belief that one-dimensional desire and affection were separate things had been arrogant and immature.
Knotting redefined his possessiveness toward Eunhong. It wasn’t simply the desire to make him carry his child. It was something more fundamental. No emotion or purpose could explain it.
Jaeha was consumed by the thought that he had finally recovered a part of himself that had been one from the beginning but was lost. His past self, who believed he could let Eunhong go if he wanted, now seemed ridiculous.
“Eunhong. Breathe.”
“…Hic!”
Eunhong screamed with his body trembling finely. Then his inner walls repeatedly contracted and relaxed as if alive, gripping the knotting dick. His spread thighs came together as his waist arched upward. Jaeha cursed under his breath as he tightly embraced the trembling body.
“Ugh, Eunhong…”
“Ahhhh!!”
Eunhong’s dick stood erect once more. His heart pounded as if it might burst. His lower body felt foreign as it tensed and ached, with the inner flesh of his thighs trembling uncontrollably. His perineum throbbed as if alive, burning hot. Thinking another wave was coming, Eunhong shook his head frantically.
“Mmm, stop, no… I don’t, don’t like this…”
Jaeha grabbed his gaping mouth and pushed his tongue inside. He continued a deep kiss while caressing Eunhong’s chest with gentle, soothing touches. Trying to reassure the gasping Eunhong, he released more intense pheromones as he stroked and shook Eunhong’s dick, urging him.
“It’s okay. Let it out.”
Beautiful. As if the whisper in his ear was a signal, Eunhong’s lower body tensed, tightening sharply. Then, from a place that seemed to have nothing left to give, another stream burst forth.
“Ahhhhh! Haa…!”
“Ugh!”
The veins in Jaeha’s neck bulged prominently. He finally surrendered to the inner walls squeezing him unbearably tight and erupted with white semen. By the time he regained his senses after the prolonged ejaculation, his swollen dick had returned to normal, and Eunhong lay limply unconscious in his arms.
***
When he briefly regained consciousness from the bitterly cold wind brushing his nose, Jaeha was carrying him on his back, running. If asked how he knew it was Jaeha, well, he just knew. Through his blurry vision, perhaps from the fever, he could see the taut white shirt and sweat-beaded nape.
And the scent… he felt an unfamiliar scent he’d never experienced before. Not that it was unfamiliar in the sense he’d never smelled it, but rather the texture was unfamiliar. It might sound nonsensical to describe a scent as having texture, but that’s how it felt then. He could feel the texture.
Soft and affectionate… a sensation that gently enveloped him.
Or perhaps it wasn’t so unfamiliar after all.
When he closed his eyes quietly, he recalled a summer day from childhood when he entered the cool house with his face flushed red, and Jaeha’s hand carefully pulling and holding his.
Somewhat dry and refreshing, sometimes dark and deep, but when he smiled brightly at Eunhong, it was indescribably sweet and gentle.
‘Eunhong, what are you trying to do….’
‘I don’t like it, not like this….’
Eunhong suddenly realized this was a dream as he watched Jaeha sitting on the floor by the bed, suffering. It pained him to see Jaeha so uncharacteristically flustered and restless.
Even while lying in bed suffering from manifestation fever, his eyes had directly sought Jaeha. Even in that moment, feeling his body becoming strange, he had thought it fortunate that Jaeha was by his side. He knew it clearly and distinctly. And he wanted it.
So you didn’t need to blame yourself like that….
“You’re awake?”
When he finally opened his eyes, loving black eyes were looking down at him from beside the bed.
“Eunhong?”
His body felt fresh and clean, as if he’d been washed at some point. Jaeha must have been the one who had wrapped him in a thick robe and tucked him into bed, as always. Eunhong sat up and embraced Jaeha’s waist as he sat beside him. Jaeha closed the book he was reading, set it down, and bent forward to hug Eunhong in return, gently patting him.
Feeling suddenly emotional, Eunhong murmured in a small voice. How worried and anxious you must have been.
“I wanted it too. With you.”
“……”
“It was all okay because it was you. Whatever it was…”
“Yes. I know. Everything’s okay.”
It seemed like meaningless words—what could he possibly know? But… he probably did know. Because he was Lee Jaeha. Eunhong fidgeted and moved closer, burying his face in Jaeha’s embrace. The familiar warm and gentle scent gave him unparalleled comfort.
“You slept for a very long time. Now that you’re up, let’s eat, our Bunhong.”
After comforting him for a while, Jaeha urged Eunhong to eat. The smile that curled the corners of his lips looked more relaxed than ever before.
***
When he opened his eyes again, it was midday. The first heat cycle had apparently drained all his energy, as his last memory was of Jaeha carrying him to bed after he’d started dozing off while eating porridge at the table. He vaguely remembered being fed something in bed several more times… but the memories were so hazy he couldn’t tell if they were dreams or reality.
Eunhong gently stroked the empty space beside him. The sheets were cold, suggesting its owner had been gone for quite some time. He slowly looked around the room and gradually sat up. Sunlight was streaming in brightly, almost dazzling to the eyes.
As he sat there in a daze, the previous night—the heat cycle he’d spent with Jaeha—came back to him in sequence. His face instantly turned bright red.
Whether due to the effect of pheromones or some mystery, despite all the commotion, his body felt refreshed. Previous sexual encounters with Jaeha had often left him with muscle pain, but suspiciously, nothing hurt this time. It almost made him wonder if it had all been a dream…
“Argh! That dog bastard!”
Eunhong revised his impression upon seeing his skin reflected in the bathroom mirror. The mottled marks from biting and sucking, complete with teeth marks, were living evidence of their encounter.
Since manifesting, he’d had many strange dreams—perhaps a side effect—that sometimes blurred the boundary with reality, but the red stamps on his white skin clearly refuted that. It was as if Jaeha had persistently marked him, fearing Eunhong might again claim not to remember.
After taking a cold shower to cool his flushed skin, he looked around the bedroom and noticed his underwear and an outfit neatly placed on the bedside table. As he took off his shower robe and began dressing, he also noticed a small square box and a card tucked beneath it.
“Wow… when did he recover this…”
Eunhong exclaimed as he opened the box. It was the last of his lost watches—the one “that Alpha bastard” had been wearing. Although the frame was dented and the front glass terribly cracked, the initials and date on the back remained perfectly intact.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
