“Huh? Be my boyfriend.”
There was a teasing lilt in his voice, light and playful.
“……”
Ha-jin just blinked. He didn’t know what to say.
Plenty of people had come up to him saying they liked him. There were even Alphas who’d claimed love at first sight. It wasn’t like he was immune to that sort of thing. Tae-seong’s words weren’t particularly novel either—he’d been poking and prodding at Ha-jin’s feelings for a while now, asking again and again if he didn’t actually like him back.
But this time… something felt different.
With every flutter of his lashes, Tae-seong’s scent thickened in the air. It was Ha-jin’s heat cycle, yet it seemed like Tae-seong’s body was the one going haywire.
“I give up, Lee Ha-jin.”
Tae-seong leaned in, fiddling with Ha-jin’s fingers.
“……”
Ha-jin stayed silent, and Tae-seong began to show signs of anxiousness. A deep crease formed between his brows, and his light brown eyes darted across Ha-jin’s face, searching for a reaction.
He was referring to that bet from the night they’d sped down the highway together—the one tied to that outrageous 500 million-won offer.
The man who’d stubbornly insisted Ha-jin liked him was now saying the opposite.
That he liked Ha-jin.
This man… I’ve never done anything right by him…
The longer he stared at him, the more flustered Ha-jin became. His sparkling eyes, that smooth cheekbone, and most of all, the scent that pulsed and stirred like a heartbeat—it made it impossible to stay calm. It felt strong enough to wash away even the weight of his past death.
Was there anything more powerful than scent? Ever since their first meeting, Tae-seong’s fragrance had seared itself into Ha-jin’s memory like a brand. He would never forget it—not even in death. Even if Tae-seong didn’t suit him, even if he couldn’t imagine a shared future…
Maybe it’d be okay. To give my first time… to him.
In that moment, Ha-jin’s thoughts drifted into hazy surrender. Tae-seong wrinkled his nose and gave an awkward smile. For once, there was tension visible on his face—so unlike his usual self-assurance.
Thump. Thump. Thump. It was as if the sound of their hearts had blended, making it impossible to tell whose was whose. Amid that pounding rhythm, there was no fear or panic like the night before. Ha-jin unconsciously licked his lips, which had gone dry.
Then, without thinking, his gaze dropped to Tae-seong’s lips.
“…!”
Their hands were already entwined, and Tae-seong tightened his grip before suddenly leaning in and kissing him.
The moment their lips met, it felt like something exploded. Tae-seong’s tongue slipped right between his lips, which had been slightly parted. It grazed against his teeth, then pushed deeper, prying Ha-jin’s mouth open completely.
Tae-seong swallowed every breath Ha-jin gasped out. Even during his heat, Ha-jin’s pheromones were soft and mild—it drove Tae-seong wild. With lips that moved with maddening gentleness, he teased and nibbled at Ha-jin’s mouth, sucking in every part of it with desperate hunger.
The robe was no obstacle at all. When Tae-seong’s hot hand slipped inside and roamed over his chest, Ha-jin’s shoulder instinctively tensed—even though he’d been prepared for this. It felt like Tae-seong’s touch was pressing down on his heart, holding it in place before it could leap out. His chest throbbed, and a shiver ran up his throat.
It was strange. His body was burning up so badly it made him dizzy, yet his skin still felt cold to the touch. Wherever Tae-seong’s hands passed—his left chest, his right side—it warmed instantly, and every fine hair on his body stood on end.
“Hah… Uh… Your hands… they’re too hot…”
As soon as their lips parted, Ha-jin lightly pushed against Tae-seong’s shoulder. Then, wide-eyed, he looked up at him. Tae-seong loomed over him, his broad frame tilted forward.
The man’s face, shadowed and dim, looked oddly unfamiliar. Always so composed and confident, he now wore the expression of someone nervous and inexperienced.
“Ha-jin.”
As if realizing this himself, Tae-seong tried to deflect it with a chuckle.
“You smell like sunlight.”
He curled an arm around Ha-jin’s shoulders and rested his forehead against his chest, breathing in deeply. The vibration spread, making Ha-jin’s fingertips tingle. Compelled by something, Ha-jin reached up to touch the strands of hair in front of his eyes. Silky-soft, they curled through his fingers like flower petals, and with each stroke, more fragrance bloomed.
Lick. A warm tongue traced over his chest. The heat spread across his skin, leaving behind a wet trail. The way his lower back tickled made him twist away, but Tae-seong locked him down tightly between his arms.
“…It tickles.”
As if replying, Tae-seong ran his tongue over a nipple. Ha-jin’s grip tightened in the man’s hair.
It felt like his tongue was shaping soft dough into a sharp peak. Every time it lapped over his areola and circled upward, Ha-jin’s shoulders tensed. The man pinning him down used his tongue to press against the nub—then suddenly began sucking, hard and deep.
“Ah—! Haa… ah…”
Startled by the wet shock of sensation, Ha-jin gasped. Tae-seong looked up at him, eyes gleaming. He gave one last tug with his lips, and a sharp jolt shot through Ha-jin’s core.
With Tae-seong’s scent intensifying, Ha-jin realized he must be releasing pheromones of his own. That hot ache tingling all the way to his toes… was that what pleasure felt like? He squeezed his eyes shut.
He’d never had the chance to experience this kind of thing before. Life had always moved too fast—and deep down, he’d set limits on his own body. A scentless Omega. An Omega who never went into heat. A body that didn’t function the way an Omega should.
He’d never felt curious about love or sex, and he hadn’t minded that lifestyle either.
So all of this… these sensations… felt foreign and strange. Tae-seong’s pheromones heightened every touch, making each stroke of his tongue feel new. As Ha-jin’s reactions grew, so did Tae-seong’s boldness. One nipple wasn’t enough—he kissed and bit all over Ha-jin’s upper body.
Every inch of flushed skin was licked, sucked, and lightly chewed. The sensations bloomed like flowers in his head, making his vision swim. Groans spilled from his throat, unrestrained.
“Haa… Uhn…”
“How are you this soft, Ha-jin…”
With a heavy breath, Tae-seong yanked away the sheet that had been covering Ha-jin’s lower half. The sudden rush of cool air didn’t even give him time to react. Tae-seong wrapped a hot palm around Ha-jin’s cock.
“Ah—! W-Wait, not there—!”
Ha-jin cried out in a shrill, panicked voice. No one had touched him there since preschool. He grabbed Tae-seong’s hand in alarm, but the man didn’t budge. If anything, he grew even more mischievous, stroking deliberately.
Ha-jin’s cock showed no shame. It swelled eagerly under that stranger’s palm. With its core rising stiff, the swollen head flushed deep pink. Tae-seong pressed his thumb gently against the tip and began rubbing.
“Thought this yesterday, too…”
He looked up and took in the full sight of Ha-jin’s naked body. That porcelain skin reddened so easily wherever he kissed, tempting his crueler urges. And even his cock matched him perfectly. The shaft was a touch darker than his skin—blushed with a rosy flush—while the head looked bashful, as if it too were shy.
“Ah… Aah…”
If he said what he was really thinking, Ha-jin might just explode. Tae-seong continued teasing, pressing kisses along Ha-jin’s body while pumping his cock. He stroked the shaft with thumb and forefinger, his other fingers gently cradling the soft balls. The heightened stimulation made Ha-jin twist away, burying himself into Tae-seong’s arms—it stirred something deeply satisfying in him.
“Feels good, Ha-jin?”
When his fingertips brushed the perineum, the awareness of that hidden entrance sent tingles all the way to his elbow. Tae-seong tormented him with one hand and held him close with the other, their breaths mingling in heated pants. Ha-jin’s body was reaching its limit.
“P-please… don’t… don’t touch me there anymore…”
He clung to Tae-seong, sobbing between gasps, not even realizing he was grinding his hips. His slender waist twisted, back arching, and it made Tae-seong’s cock swell painfully.
Unable to hold back any longer, Tae-seong pulled away. Ha-jin’s eyes widened as he was released, and when Tae-seong knelt up and unbuckled his pants, he hurriedly averted his gaze.
“What’s with that look? You’re gonna hurt my feelings.”
Tae-seong smirked, wrinkling his nose as he tossed his shirt aside. Ha-jin turned back—and locked eyes with the massive cock now fully exposed.
It had burst free from his pants, hanging thick and heavy like a weapon. Ha-jin instinctively furrowed his brows in disbelief.
