25
“You don’t know?”
Their faces drew closer—close enough for their breaths to mingle.
Ji Seunghyeok’s face hovered near Jo Junghyun’s, tracing the contours of his cheeks, throat, and collarbone as if savoring his scent.
“Pheromones.”
Junghyun’s face burned. It felt like his most intimate places were exposed, heat rushing from his head to his toes.
“You’re telling me no one else has ever smelled this?”
Seunghyeok had dropped all formalities now, his voice rough.
Junghyun swallowed hard and nodded.
“That’s lucky. If some other bastard had caught this scent, I’d have hunted them down and erased them on the spot.”
Yet despite his words, Seunghyeok’s hands didn’t touch him.
Junghyun ached. He wanted to reach out, to feel those large hands on him—everywhere, leaving no inch untouched. The longing swelled inside him, impossible to hide.
Why was he being tormented like this?
Was he the only one burning?
This storm of emotion was new to him. It felt like everything was being swept away.
Was this what heat cycles were supposed to be like?
Junghyun had always suppressed his heats with medication. This was the first time he’d experienced one fully, so he had no way of knowing if this was normal. With no one to compare notes with, he had no frame of reference.
All he knew was that he wanted the alpha in front of him—badly.
“So you’d just ‘erase’ them, and that’s it?”
Junghyun glared at him, resentful.
Seunghyeok’s eyes narrowed, as if dazzled by something.
“No fear, huh. Do you even know what I’m capable of?”
Something had shifted. Even the way Seunghyeok called him “Jeonghyun-ssi” now grated on him.
He’d forced Junghyun to drop honorifics for him, yet Seunghyeok still used the same distant title from their first meeting. It pissed him off.
“W-what do you… want to do to me, President?”
Junghyun threw the word back at him defiantly.
Seunghyeok’s gaze sharpened at the sudden “President”.
“Does it bother you when I call you ‘Jeonghyun-ssi’?”
Junghyun hesitated, then nodded.
Seunghyeok let out a low chuckle.
“Junghyun-ah. Why are you provoking me like this? Hmm?”
Just the change in address made the distance between them vanish.
“I don’t usually mess with kids.”
“I’m not a kid.”
“Say that after you turn twenty-five.”
The teasing tone made Junghyun pout without realizing it.
“You just keep mocking me… You’re awful.”
Seunghyeok sighed deeply.
“Truth is, I’ve been agonizing over this.”
His fingers traced Junghyun’s hypersensitive skin, making him feel even the ridges of Seunghyeok’s fingerprints.
When Junghyun asked what he was agonizing over, Seunghyeok feigned solemnity.
“Once we start, there’s no going back. Do you think you can handle that?”
That was it—Junghyun couldn’t take it anymore.
He lifted his leg, pressing his lips against Seunghyeok’s. They were firm, hot. His face felt like it might explode. His pounding heart roared like a drum.
“Y-you seemed… hesitant. N-now we can’t go back.”
Seunghyeok exhaled sharply, a low “Huh”. Junghyun could’ve sworn he saw flames flicker in the depths of Seunghyeok’s eyes.
“Nngh—!”
His kiss had been child’s play.
The pheromones erupting from Seunghyeok drenched Junghyun, thick and cloying, as if he’d been dipped head-to-toe in syrup. His entire body trembled with unfamiliar anticipation.
He accepted Seunghyeok’s kiss, shoulders shaking. Their tongues tangled—soft, wet, yet there was no resistance. Junghyun swallowed their mixed saliva, pulling Seunghyeok closer as something surged from deep inside, dampening the space between his thighs.
Without thinking, he rubbed his legs together, and Seunghyeok’s thigh slid between them. The friction against his hardened cock sent jolts through him. The sheer obviousness of his arousal made him want to shrink back in shame, but his hips refused to retreat.
Seunghyeok relentlessly sucked and nibbled at his tongue.
It was too good.
Too good—
“Mm, hngh, nn—”
Holding his breath had its limits. The moment he parted his lips to breathe, Seunghyeok’s tongue invaded. Junghyun tried to push it back, but Seunghyeok only sucked harder, grinding their tongues together.
Finally, Junghyun tapped Seunghyeok’s shoulder—once, twice, a dozen times—before Seunghyeok’s lips finally released him. Junghyun gasped for air, but Seunghyeok wore a puzzled expression, his brows furrowing as if trying to decipher Junghyun’s intent.
“Forgot how to breathe?”
“I-I’ve never… done this before, so how would I know?”
Seunghyeok pressed a light kiss to his flushed cheek.
Just moments ago, Junghyun had been panting like he’d forgotten how to inhale, yet now his hips rocked of their own accord. Seunghyeok gripped them, halting the motion. Junghyun blinked up at him, embarrassed—had he been that obvious?
“Desperate? Why hide it? You think you’re the only one?”
A hard pressure dug into Junghyun’s stomach. Seunghyeok was just as aroused.
And Junghyun was no different.
“Ah—!”
Seunghyeok shoved open a door, and Junghyun’s body, which had been leaning against it, stumbled backward. Seunghyeok caught his waist, yanking him flush against his body. The friction of their clothed erections sent a dizzying rush through Junghyun. He shuddered, his neck exposed as Seunghyeok pressed his lips there.
Hot breath fanned his skin.
“Ah, hngh…”
Junghyun’s shoulders trembled. Seunghyeok’s pheromones grew thicker, heavier, until the air itself felt suffocating. His vision swam.
This was the pheromone of a dominant alpha.
His brain boiled. He couldn’t think.
Unconsciously, Junghyun ground his lower body against Seunghyeok’s leg, his body craving more stimulation. Seunghyeok watched him, groaning as Junghyun writhed.
“You’re completely soaked through.”
Seunghyeok’s voice was huskier now. Junghyun followed his gaze to the damp, darkened patch on his pants—the unmistakable proof of his arousal.
Seunghyeok kissed him first this time, his tongue sweeping past Junghyun’s teeth to brush the roof of his mouth.
His hands didn’t hesitate, slipping beneath Junghyun’s clothes. Warm palms roamed his waist, then climbed to his chest. Even his flat chest sent sparks through him when Seunghyeok’s fingers grazed his nipple, a whimper escaping his lips.
“Where do you want me to touch you?”
“S-stop teasing me… Ah—”
“Teasing? Me? I’m trying to make you feel good. Tell me where you like it. Say it.”
The sound of a zipper. His pants were stripped away, baring his legs. Seunghyeok didn’t stop there—he removed Junghyun’s shirt too. A muffled “Hooray”—Junghyun realized too late that the sound had come from him.
“I told you I’m not a kid…”
He grumbled, but Seunghyeok pinned him to the bed, looming over him.
“Upset I’m treating you like one? But if I saw you as a kid, I wouldn’t be doing this, Junghyun-ah.”
Seunghyeok shed his own knit sweater, revealing sculpted muscles—chiseled pecs, a defined six-pack, every inch of him like a masterpiece carved by an artist. His body rippled with each movement.
Seunghyeok’s gaze raked over Junghyun, thorough, possessive.
“Even here, you’re so pale.”
He pinched Junghyun’s nipple, not hard, but the sensation sent a shiver down his side.
Then Seunghyeok’s hand dipped between his legs. Junghyun jolted, his hips jerking in surprise.
He knew, theoretically, that this was how it worked between men—but actually being touched there was a first. The thought of a shower crossed his mind.
“L-let me wash up first—”
“You’ve got enough focus left to think about that?”
Seunghyeok bit down on his neck, the sting oddly sweet. Junghyun tried to cover himself as his underwear was stripped away, but Seunghyeok’s hand beat him to it, wrapping around his cock.
A few strokes, and precome dripped from the tip. Squelch. Squelch. The obscene sound filled the air with each movement.
“Nn, ah… Ahh—”
“Feels good?”
Seunghyeok’s voice was gentle. Junghyun, eyes squeezed shut, nodded. Moans spilled from him, uncontrollable. His hips rocked, seeking more, pressing against Seunghyeok until his back arched off the bed.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
