At that moment, something flashed through Han-gyeom’s mind like a streak of light. Come to think of it, weren’t Won-hyeok’s symptoms completely wrong for a cold? He did look feverish, but he wasn’t coughing, and he didn’t seem to be having chills either.
“I seriously thought I was going to die because it felt like it was about to burst.”
“Huh? What was…?”
Won-hyeok muttered something incomprehensible, then climbed on top of Han-gyeom, who was lying there in an awkward half-reclined position.
“Sunbae?”
Han-gyeom’s eyes went so wide they looked ready to pop. His heart pounded wildly. Won-hyeok’s face was closer than it had ever been before. Then, without thinking, Han-gyeom slowly lowered his gaze.
“……”
Over the gray training pants Won-hyeok was wearing, the outline of something thick was visible.
Rut.
That word flashed through Han-gyeom’s mind once again. The mating cycle that people with secondary traits experienced. Could it be that Won-hyeok wasn’t sick with a cold at all, but in rut?
Even in the middle of his confusion, Han-gyeom was trying somehow to make sense of things when Won-hyeok suddenly pulled his pants down to below his hips.
“Hhk.”
Han-gyeom’s face turned bright red. Reflexively, he raised a hand and covered his eyes. If that was the case, then it made sense that Won-hyeok was acting so differently from usual. Han-gyeom was a beta, so he had never experienced anything like it and never would, but by this day and age it was already common knowledge that a mating cycle was a state that heightened the sexual senses and arousal of people with secondary traits to their absolute maximum. On top of that, he had heard that during it, they lost their reason and acted purely on instinct.
He slowly parted the fingers covering his eyes. Through the gap, unbelievably, he could see Won-hyeok’s cock. As if pulling down his pants hadn’t been enough, he had even taken off his underwear.
“Sunbae… um, th-there… did you take your suppressant?”
Han-gyeom asked while trying as hard as possible not to let his eyes drift downward. Right now, Won-hyeok wasn’t in his right mind because of rut. That had to be why he was doing this.
“Suppressant? What do I need that for when you’re here?”
“…What?”
“You said you wanted to repay me.”
Suddenly, Won-hyeok took Han-gyeom’s hand and made him grab his cock.
“Sunbae!”
Startled, Han-gyeom jerked his head up. In his palm, he could feel something hot, hard, and slick.
“Fuck, you’re not even a girl, so why are your hands this small?”
The thick, heavy cock twitched obscenely in that slender white hand, absurdly mismatched with it. It was so big it didn’t even fit in Han-gyeom’s small grip, and all he could do was gape.
“What are you doing? Move.”
“Sunbae, w-wait a second! This… I don’t think this is really…”
“You don’t want to?”
“No, I do— I mean, not that I do, it’s not that, it’s just…”
His mind was a complete mess. His face felt so hot it might burst, and it felt like even his eyes were swelling. Could this situation—him holding the cock of the sunbae he admired and liked—really be real? More than anything, how had this even happened? With confusion, shock, and a faint thread of arousal all crashing together, Han-gyeom felt as if all the blood in his body had rushed to his head, and he might faint.
“Then what’s the problem? If you like it, move.”
He tried to pull his hand away, but Won-hyeok tightened his grip over it as if refusing to allow that. In other words, Han-gyeom was trapped with no way forward or back.
To be honest, even if Han-gyeom had feelings for Won-hyeok, Won-hyeok didn’t feel the same. Right now, his reason had fled because of rut. If he found out later that, because of a natural mating cycle, he had done something like this with a junior he had only just gotten to know, how much self-loathing would he feel?
In other words, the thing Han-gyeom was most worried about at this very moment wasn’t his own situation—having suddenly ended up clutching someone else’s cock—but Won-hyeok.
“Haa……”
Then a low breath brushed down from above. When Han-gyeom looked up, Won-hyeok was staring down at him, his face slightly flushed. Hot breaths slipped through his parted lips. The cock in Han-gyeom’s hand writhed like a living thing, and he could even feel a faint pulse in it.
“……”
Without thinking, Han-gyeom swallowed hard. He didn’t really know how to make Won-hyeok’s condition improve. He had never experienced a mating cycle to begin with. But suddenly, he remembered seeing in some medical documentary long ago that while suppressants helped during a mating cycle, properly relieving the desire was even better.
Wouldn’t Won-hyeok’s pain and discomfort lessen a little if he came? Swallowing again, Han-gyeom slowly began moving his hand up and down.
“Hoo.”
Won-hyeok’s waist gave a slight jerk, and he dropped his head. The veins stood out vividly along the cock rubbing against Han-gyeom’s hand. Pre-cum dripped steadily from the tip, wetting the shaft and acting like a kind of lubricant.
“Su-sunbae… are you okay?”
“Shut up and move faster. Haa, fuck……”
It even felt like his cock had gotten bigger than before. Faster? Han-gyeom didn’t know exactly how he was supposed to do it, but he picked up the pace, gripping and pumping the shaft more quickly than before.
“Ugh, that feels good……”
His balls had swollen to the point they looked ready to burst, and the head kept twitching as it continuously spilled pre-cum. Before he realized it, that sticky fluid had smeared onto Han-gyeom’s hand too.
The way Won-hyeok reacted, growing more aroused with every movement, was sensual in the truest sense of the word. His two eyes were hazy and unfocused, his breath slipped out between his thick lips, and beneath the shirt riding slightly up, his abs were visible too.
And even though Won-hyeok was beside himself with rut, he still insistently kept making eye contact. The way he stared straight down at Han-gyeom’s face made it feel like he might bore right through him.
Suddenly, Han-gyeom was seized by the guilt of doing something bad. It even brought with it the same huge sense of transgression as that time in middle school when he had clicked the wrong internet ad, landed on a porn comic site, and then been unable to sleep at all that night.
The creaking sounds grew louder. The longer he repeated the motion, the more a tingling sensation began to stir low in his abdomen. No. If you thought about it, Won-hyeok was a patient right now, and Han-gyeom had only accidentally become someone helping him. So he wasn’t supposed to get aroused.
After agonizing over it, Han-gyeom decided to block his vision entirely. He covered his eyes with his free hand and turned his head away.
“Hey. I can’t see your face.”
The moment Han-gyeom’s face disappeared from view, Won-hyeok frowned and grabbed Han-gyeom’s hand, yanking it up.
“Uh… no, don’t…!”
Han-gyeom hurriedly tried to resist, but he couldn’t overcome the other man’s strength. Because of that, his face—flushed bright red—was laid completely bare. His eyes were especially red at the corners, filled with embarrassment and faint arousal.
“……”
For a moment, there was silence. Won-hyeok grabbed Han-gyeom’s hand, the one holding his cock, and abruptly lifted it.
“Ahh……”
His vision spun dizzily. When he came back to himself, Han-gyeom, who had been lying with his back against the sofa, found himself sitting astride Won-hyeok’s thigh before he knew it. He grabbed Won-hyeok’s shoulders without thinking, and suddenly a sharp jolt shot through his lower half like he’d been electrocuted.
“Su-sunbae…!”
“You’re hard too?”
“No, I’m not. Ah……”
Won-hyeok put a little more force into his hand and began roughly rubbing over the front of Han-gyeom’s jeans however he pleased.
“Ungh… su-sunbae, not me. I-I’m not hard…!”
“Really?”
That was the moment. Won-hyeok yanked down Han-gyeom’s zipper and shoved his hand mercilessly into his underwear.
“Aahk……”
At the sudden stimulation, Han-gyeom’s body curled like a shrimp. He buried his face in Won-hyeok’s firm chest and let out rapidly growing breaths.
“You liar. You are hard. You got hard from touching someone else’s cock, didn’t you?”
“No… I’m not… not a pervert… ngh.”
The large hand rummaged around inside his underwear as it pleased. Because of that, Han-gyeom’s cock, which had only been half-swollen, rose fully upright. Without meaning to, strength gathered in his waist, his toes curled, and he squeezed his eyes shut. It was his first time ever experiencing anything like this, and he was too ashamed to lift his head.
“Haa—sunbae… stop! I d-don’t want this.”
His two hands, clenched into fists, trembled pitifully on Won-hyeok’s chest. Whether Han-gyeom squirmed in his arms or not, Won-hyeok eventually pulled Han-gyeom’s cock out from his underwear.
“…Fuck, this one doesn’t even have any hair here.”
Han-gyeom’s cock was as pale white as his face. Not a single body hair could be found on it, as though it belonged to a newborn baby, and there wasn’t a single part of its color or shape that wasn’t pretty.
“What? What do you mean by— ungh……”
Then an unfamiliar sensation followed. Startled, Han-gyeom lowered his head, only to see Won-hyeok’s cock pressed against his own. Looking at them like this, the difference in size was so stark that the shame flooded him even harder.
“Hold them together.”
“What?”
Maybe he couldn’t be bothered explaining it in words, because Won-hyeok made Han-gyeom use his hand to grip both cocks where they were pressed together.
“Ungh. Sunbae… th-this is weird……”
Aroused by everything that had happened in succession, Han-gyeom whimpered and rubbed his face against Won-hyeok’s chest as he pleaded. Won-hyeok, breathing in the soap scent rising from the hair tickling at his nose, laid his own hand over Han-gyeom’s.
“Fuck… ngh.”
“Hngh……”
And then he jerked them together. Han-gyeom had masturbated before during his school days. But doing it alone and rubbing together like this with someone else’s—especially with the sunbae he liked—were on completely different levels. His whole body burned hot, as though heat were setting his entire body ablaze. A pleasure too difficult to even dare describe spread through his entire body, and his brain felt like it was sizzling.
The rubbing hand, the lower part of the shaft where Won-hyeok’s body hair brushed against him, stung and burned—but it was just as good as it was painful.
“Hngh, sunbae, haa…!”
Won-hyeok’s large hand was big enough to engulf Han-gyeom’s hand and both cocks all at once. Every time the shafts were stroked, fluid from who knew which one mixed together and made obscene sounds.
“Kang Han-gyeom, lift your head.”
“N-no… I don’t want to… I don’t like this… it’s w-weird.”
“Hurry up and lift your head. Let me see your face.”
“Ungh……”
When Han-gyeom didn’t listen, Won-hyeok shoved his free hand under his clothes and hard-pinched Han-gyeom’s right nipple.
“Hihk! It hurts! P-please don’t p-pinch it… ugh.”
Won-hyeok scraped at the hardened nub with his index finger while tightening his grip even more on the hand jerking their shafts together. Tears welled in Han-gyeom’s eyes from pure physical reaction, making the area around them red and swollen. With his eyebrows drooping down like that, he looked like a little mutt raised in the countryside. Won-hyeok kept drinking in Han-gyeom’s face with stubborn intensity, and while he was at it, he abruptly swept up Han-gyeom’s fluttering bangs completely.
“Ah, fuck……”
The instant his eyes met Han-gyeom’s startled, flustered gaze, hot, wet semen spilled from Won-hyeok’s cock.
“Uhh…!”
And Han-gyeom came along with him. Thick, sticky semen soaked their hands and cocks alike and splattered onto their clothes.
Han-gyeom’s face dropped limply onto Won-hyeok’s chest, which was heaving up and down with ragged breaths. Won-hyeok gripped Han-gyeom’s shoulder tightly and buried his face in his hair. His hand, still inside Han-gyeom’s clothes, continued to toy with his nipple just the same.
Every time he touched that small, hard nub, Han-gyeom wriggled helplessly.
“Ah… I want to put it in.”
The hand that had been holding Han-gyeom in his arms slowly slid downward. The hand slipping into Han-gyeom’s jeans soon instinctively parted the flesh between his cheeks.
Han-gyeom’s voice could be heard saying something, but nothing at all reached Won-hyeok’s ears right now. All he could see was Kang Han-gyeom—white and puppy-like—disheveled in his arms, soaked in arousal and whimpering.
***
When he opened his eyes, his first thought—rarely enough—was that he felt refreshed. His body felt so light it was as if a heavy weight that had been hanging from him had fallen away. The headache had long since disappeared, and his body felt comfortable too.
“……”
Won-hyeok slowly sat up, taking in the familiar ceiling. He was sure he had been sleeping in bed, but he had woken up on the sofa. What the hell? Had he come out here because he felt stifled and fallen asleep?
This was why he hated rut. His memory cut out in fragments too. Won-hyeok irritably raked a hand through his hair, and the blanket draped over him slipped down with a soft thud. Had he been covered with something like this? Thinking that, he picked up the blanket—and the things on the coffee table came into view.
It was the laptop and the assignment materials he had lent to Han-gyeom.
“Why is this……”
The instant he saw them, it was like something exploded inside his head, and a few fragmented scenes surfaced in his mind.
“Ah, fuck, no way……”
A groan slipped from Won-hyeok’s mouth.
