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“Ah, good, ahngh, y-yes! Hyung. Hyung, ah…”
Junghyun whimpered, rubbing his cheek against Seunghyeok’s shoulder. Suddenly, Seunghyeok stopped moving.
“Hyung-ah?”
“N-no, ah, nn—!”
Junghyun tried to deny it, but Seunghyeok resumed his movements before he could finish, stealing his words.
“Hyung-ah?”
“Ah, hngh, y-yes, uhngh, ah…!”
“Junghyun. What did you say?”
Seunghyeok demanded an answer, but Junghyun was too far gone to protest. He could only writhe, drenched in the pleasure Seunghyeok gave him.
“Hngh, uhngh, Hyung-ah. Hyung-ah, hngh, nn—”
Finally, he said what Seunghyeok wanted to hear. Seunghyeok rewarded him by stroking his sweat-dampened hair and pressing kisses to his forehead and cheeks—soft, warm, lingering. Junghyun nuzzled against him, content. But while his mind was at ease, his heated inner walls clung to Seunghyeok’s cock, milking it greedily.
Seunghyeok exhaled deeply, then began thrusting at a brutal pace.
“Ah, ah, u-uhngh. Ah… ah!”
Seunghyeok’s cock swelled inside him, rubbing against sensitive tissue. Junghyun gasped—could it get any bigger? The deep, scraping sensation sent electric shocks from his toes to his scalp.
How was he supposed to endure this pleasure?
When Seunghyeok hit that same spot again, Junghyun’s entire body trembled and convulsed.
“Ah, w-wait, Hyung. Ah… hngh.”
The place Seunghyeok’s cock ground against was the omega’s reproductive organ—designed to receive an alpha’s seed. Already slick with arousal, it flooded with fluid as Seunghyeok stimulated it, Junghyun’s ass clenching like a dimpled cheek. His inner walls pulsed around Seunghyeok’s cock, desperate to keep it inside.
Every time his hole fluttered, his vision swam.
The unfamiliar sensation overwhelmed him, tears spilling down his cheeks. He wondered if Seunghyeok was knotting—he pressed a hand to his stomach, but it was just bigger, not rounded like he’d heard a knot should be.
Seunghyeok let out an incredulous laugh.
“What were you checking just now?”
“N-no, ah, nn. Nn—! Uhngh!”
“Ha, did it feel like a—hngh—knot?”
Seunghyeok’s cock rammed into that deep, sensitive spot. The walls clenching around him spasmed violently.
“Ah. Hngh, ah, ha, ah—”
“Hah, not knotting today.”
Seunghyeok whispered in his ear, then traced the shape of his ear with his tongue. The wet sound made Junghyun’s insides clench. Heat pooled inside him—he was close. His inner walls writhed, squeezing Seunghyeok’s cock rhythmically.
“Understand? Today… no knot.”
His voice was wickedly seductive. Junghyun, barely comprehending, nodded frantically. The world narrowed to Seunghyeok—clinging to him, taking everything he gave. Their sweat-slicked skin slipped and slid as they moved together.
The fast, rough thrusts burned like fire, but even that was pleasure.
Seunghyeok’s pheromones were intoxicating. Junghyun buried his face against Seunghyeok’s neck, biting, licking, sucking desperately, craving more of that scent.
“Ah… ah, nn, uhngh. Hyung-ah…!”
Junghyun’s body tensed, then convulsed as his cock spilled white across his stomach, timed perfectly with Seunghyeok’s final, deep thrust.
“Ugh, ngh… Hah.”
Seunghyeok groaned, his cock buried deep as hot liquid flooded Junghyun’s insides. The concentrated pheromones in his seed mixed with Junghyun’s own, soothing his frantic state.
“Ah, uhngh… hngh, ah—”
He’d never felt anything like this—his organs aching with pleasure. Maybe Seunghyeok’s dominant alpha pheromones were heightening his senses.
It was his first time. And because it was his first time, he had no idea what to do. Tears welled up again, spilling down his cheeks.
Hearing his sniffles, Seunghyeok pulled back slightly to study him. The moment their bodies separated, a hollow ache gripped Junghyun. He tightened his arms around Seunghyeok, terrified of losing him—even for a second.
“Don’t cry. I’m right here. It’s okay.”
Seunghyeok’s voice was impossibly gentle. He pulled Junghyun close, pressing kisses all over him. Lulled by the affection, Junghyun drifted into an exhausted sleep.
***
The warmth surrounding him felt good.
Junghyun forced his heavy eyelids open and blinked dazedly at the man in front of him. Seunghyeok, dressed casually, smiled as he stroked Junghyun’s hair—over and over, like he’d never get tired of it. So handsome. He felt good. Wanted to sleep more.
Blink. Blink. After a few tries, Junghyun lost the fight against sleep—
And exactly two seconds later, his eyes flew open in shock and horror.
“Did you sleep well?”
Seunghyeok’s voice made Junghyun panic even more. He bolted upright.
“Hyung? Here—this is your room—ah. …Hngh.”
Mid-sentence, memories of last night flooded back. And the very last thing he remembered.
Had he really just… fallen asleep like that? Without cleaning up? Naked?
Questions spun in his head like a whirlwind. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t believe it. The moans he’d made—his moans—sounded foreign, but his raw throat proved they weren’t a dream. And the way he’d begged—
The more he remembered, the deeper he sank. His entire body broke out in a cold sweat.
He needed to get up. Now.
Junghyun tried to move—only to collapse back onto the bed with a yelp. He lifted his face from the sheets, bewildered.
First, he realized he was completely naked. Mortifying.
He scrambled up, wrapping the blanket around himself. Then he noticed the soreness—his whole body ached like he’d been beaten. What kind of muscle pain was this?
“Are you okay?”
“Huh? Oh, um… Y-yes.”
“Your pheromones seem stable now.”
“Oh, that. Uh, y-yes. They seem… better.”
Junghyun answered softly, still unable to meet Seunghyeok’s eyes. His gaze remained fixed on a random spot in the room.
“It was your first time, and I pushed you too hard.”
“N-no…”
His face burned hotter. The memory of being pushed—of how hard—flashed through his mind. He felt like he was on fire. A sheen of nervous sweat broke out on his skin.
“Can you stand?”
“Y-yes, ah—”
Seunghyeok helped him sit up against the headboard. The ache in his ass made his face burn again. Junghyun blinked, then glanced at Seunghyeok—only to jerk his gaze away the second their eyes met. Had he really been looking at him like that the whole time? With that expression? That face?
Seunghyeok’s gaze was so sweet it was like honey dripping from his eyes.
It was ridiculous—even he thought so—but no other words came to mind.
Junghyun glared at the rumpled sheets like they were his mortal enemy. He was burning up, but no one else seemed to feel the heat. Seunghyeok sighed, gently stroking his cheek.
“Why won’t you look at me? Do you not want to see me anymore? Did I become that repulsive?”
“W-what? No! Not at all!”
Junghyun blurted out, but still couldn’t bring himself to meet Seunghyeok’s eyes.
“Aren’t you hungry? Should I bring you something to eat?”
“Here? Oh, I think I can—”
Junghyun tried to get out of bed, only to realize his legs were as unsteady as a newborn fawn’s. He barely managed to avoid face-planting onto the floor.
“Mm. Sorry. This was my first time too… I lost control.”
“N-no… Wait, your first time?”
Junghyun froze mid-response, staring at Seunghyeok in shock. Realizing what he’d just revealed, Seunghyeok’s expression flickered—oops.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
