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Seunghyeok rarely regretted his own actions, but this time, he felt a pang of guilt. These past few days, he’d discovered he wasn’t entirely devoid of compassion. Yet in the end, he was still Ji Seunghyeok—he always got what he wanted.
His lips brushed against the nape of Junghyun’s neck as warm water cascaded down his skin.
“……Hyung……? Hnngh…… Uh.”
“Aren’t you going to call me hyung-a anymore?”
“N-No, no, that’s not—uh, hnnngh—”
Seunghyeok’s fingers pressed and teased Junghyun’s nipples, and the pitch of his voice shifted noticeably. He seemed flustered, but his pheromones didn’t push Seunghyeok away.
The hole that had just accepted Seunghyeok’s cock moments ago now easily took his fingers. The inner walls, already softened and pliant, clenched around them just right. The way they squirmed and pulsed around his fingers sent a jolt of arousal through him.
Junghyun clung to Seunghyeok’s arm for support, panting hot breaths. After a few strokes inside, a mix of precome and the semen Seunghyeok had left earlier began to leak out. The musky, fresh scent of cum filled the humid bathroom. He’d never given much thought to whether he liked or disliked the smell of semen—had never even considered it—but what seeped out of Junghyun was different. The fact that it was his cum, mixed with Junghyun’s fluids, stirred something deep inside him.
This was proof. Undeniable evidence that the omega before him was his.
He’d experienced plenty in life, but this was a first.
“H-Hyung-a. Ah—uhhngh—”
The slick, wet sounds—distinct from the water—echoed through the bathroom, and Junghyun’s face flushed red as his body trembled.
Seunghyeok hadn’t had a preference for skin tones before, but it seemed his tastes had changed. The sight of Junghyun’s face burning red, his body flushed mid-sex, his ragged breaths—it all stoked Seunghyeok’s lust. He pressed a light kiss to Junghyun’s lips.
It wasn’t so much a peck as a wet, sucking chup.
“Is our Junghyun made of sugar? Why are you so sweet?”
Junghyun, dazed with arousal, blinked slowly. A droplet clinging to his lashes rolled down his cheek.
“Uh—so earlier, when you said I was sweet…”
“Who else could I be talking about, Junghyun-a?”
“……Oh, I see. No, I just thought… maybe you taste things differently with other people… hnngh—ah, uh, uuhhngh—!”
Seunghyeok pinned Junghyun against the wall, lifting one of his legs to wrap around his waist. Then, already fully hard, he slowly pushed inside.
The hole stretched taut, greedily swallowing him. The way Junghyun’s hole clenched and released in perfect rhythm as Seunghyeok thrust in was enough to drive him mad. A groan escaped between his teeth.
The head of his cock forced its way past the tight ring, and the hole clenched hard in resistance—but after a few shallow thrusts, it melted, soft and yielding, taking him in.
Seunghyeok didn’t waste the moment. He drove his hips up in one sharp, powerful motion, and Junghyun let out a broken “aah—” His inner walls rippled, gripping and releasing Seunghyeok’s cock like a living thing.
Now fully sheathed inside, Seunghyeok moved only his hips, pistoning into Junghyun’s depths. The oversensitive membranes, swollen from repeated sex, quivered with every movement.
Slap. Slap. The wet smack of skin on skin filled the air. Junghyun’s pheromones made Seunghyeok’s mind swim—sweet, but not cloying, just like Junghyun himself.
After their shared heat cycle, Junghyun’s pheromones now carried a hint of Seunghyeok’s own scent, creating something uniquely intoxicating. Anyone would know, without a doubt, that Junghyun was his omega. And when Seunghyeok’s rut came, and they spent it together, his own pheromones would mirror this state. The thought alone was deeply satisfying.
The idea that their innate scents could blend like this—it was more fulfilling than he’d imagined. It wasn’t just a fleeting moment; he wanted it to last a lifetime. He wanted to live with Junghyun’s pheromones carrying his mark, just as his would carry Junghyun’s.
The flesh inside Junghyun, stuffed full of Seunghyeok’s cock, writhed and pulsed. The squelching sounds grew louder as more slick leaked out. Junghyun’s fluids were as sweet as honey, and the memory of that taste made Seunghyeok’s movements grow rougher.
“Ah—hngh—jagi… jagi…”
“……What?”
“Uh—nn—jagi. Ah—ah—it’s so good—uhngh—”
Junghyun mumbled mindlessly, kissing Seunghyeok’s collarbone and chest as if he couldn’t get enough. Seunghyeok’s relentless thrusts had reduced him to clinging, barely standing on his toes. Seunghyeok pressed his lips to Junghyun’s exposed nape, then lifted his other leg off the ground.
“Ah—j-jagi—ah—aah—”
Suddenly suspended, Junghyun’s arms tightened around Seunghyeok in panic. Their slick, wet skin slid against each other, Junghyun’s hard nipples grinding against Seunghyeok’s chest.
Seunghyeok recalled the bite marks he’d left on Junghyun’s pale, smooth chest and felt a pang of longing. He wanted to lick those nipples again, but that would have to wait for next time.
“Tell me,” Seunghyeok panted, “Junghyun-a. Our jagi. Why—hah—why’d you call me that?”
Even though he had said “jagi” countless times, Junghyun’s body reacted as if immune to his own—his hole clenched tight, as if trying to milk him dry.
The scorching inner walls pulsed wildly, gripping him like crashing waves.
When Seunghyeok’s cock brushed the deepest spot inside, Junghyun let out a helpless, whimpering cry.
“Ah—hngh—too deep—aahngh—jagi—ah—I can’t—hngh—!”
Junghyun’s entire body tensed, on the verge of climax. The way his inner walls clung to Seunghyeok wrung a groan from him too. The pleasure was so intense it made his vision swim.
Junghyun’s hips moved clumsily, rocking back and forth, up and down—inexperienced, yet eagerly chasing his own pleasure. The way he instinctively followed Seunghyeok’s rhythm was endearing, almost cute for someone so inexperienced.
Finally, a thin stream of cum spurted from between their bodies, splattering across Seunghyeok and Junghyun’s skin.
“All done?”
“Hah—hah—…y-yes?”
“I’m about to hit my limit too.”
“Huh?—ah—ngh—ah, ah!—ah—hnngh—uhngh!”
Held aloft by Seunghyeok, Junghyun could only whimper as he was pounded mercilessly, past his own limits. Seunghyeok pulled him close, their bodies slick with water or sweat—it was impossible to tell—and thrust on instinct.
His grip on Junghyun’s ass tightened.
How could a body be this soft, this delicious?
“Hah—…fuck.”
His jaw clenched. Seunghyeok’s lips crashed onto Junghyun’s, plundering his mouth. Inside was just as hot as the rest of him. He sucked on Junghyun’s small, pliant tongue, nipping lightly, and Junghyun’s throat let out a needy whine.
Every hole in Junghyun’s body seemed so small.
The thought crossed Seunghyeok’s mind as he fucked into that tight, snug hole, his hips snapping without remorse.
“Junghyun-a. You’re so fucking good—hah—I don’t want anyone else to have you.”
He’d never thought of himself as possessive, but here he was.
“Ah—…w-what? Nngh—ah—aah—what do you—ah!”
Seunghyeok ravaged his lips, his raw desire too fierce to hide.
“Don’t even think about giving yourself to another bastard. Understand?”
“Ah—w-what—uh—hnngh—aahngh—!”
Junghyun’s insides flared with heat again.
With every thrust, the slick dripping out grew heavier, dripping in thick strands. It was hard to believe this was only his second time.
“Answer me,” Seunghyeok growled. “Junghyun-a. Hah—you have to respond.”
“What—ah—hngh—ah—…uhngh—!”
Seunghyeok drove in harder, pulling out until only the tip remained before slamming back in to the root. Junghyun’s tender inner flesh trembled, unable to keep up with the force, twitching in tiny spasms.
“Do you understand?” Seunghyeok panted. “Jagi. Say you understand. Hm?”
“Ah—I—I understand! Ah—ngh—hyung-a! I—aah—!”
Junghyun’s answer was forced, his mind clearly elsewhere, but he nodded like a broken doll.
After back-to-back orgasms, the fluid leaking from his cock was nearly clear. His body trembled weakly, as if he might collapse, but Seunghyeok’s strong arms held him firm.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
