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“Are you mad? Our Junghyun is scary when he’s angry.”
Ji Seunghyeok let out a low chuckle from deep in his throat, pressing his face into Jo Junghyun’s nape. After that, he didn’t say another word. But the silence itself felt like an answer. Junghyun, bearing the heavy weight leaning against him, found Seunghyeok almost pitiful—and, for some reason, cute.
The latter observation was something he’d never voice to the man in question, of course.
Without a word, Junghyun rubbed Seunghyeok’s arm several times.
Seunghyeok, who had been quietly leaning against him, began kissing his skin. Junghyun could feel his hardening cock prodding near his waist, then lower, toward his ass.
“Hyung, you must be hungry…”
“Soup would take too long to make.”
“Ah… but… mhn.”
Still holding Junghyun, Seunghyeok slowly moved them to another spot.
His lips traced patterns over Junghyun’s skin like a painter’s brush, then latched onto his earlobe, swirling his tongue. Junghyun was absurdly sensitive there—no, not just the ear itself, but the wet, obscene sounds of it being toyed with that sent shivers down his spine.
Seunghyeok’s hand slid down to Junghyun’s center, gripping him through his pants. Junghyun twisted his hips in embarrassment, but there was no hiding his erection.
Seunghyeok tugged his pants down, then slowly rubbed him through his underwear. Junghyun ached for him to strip the fabric away and touch him directly, but Seunghyeok kept teasing, fingers moving up and down—then suddenly stopping. Yet his hand remained pressed over Junghyun’s cock.
With his other hand, Seunghyeok grazed his fingertips over Junghyun’s hardened nipple, sending sharp sparks radiating outward every time. Junghyun writhed, chasing the stimulation, small needy sounds spilling from his lips. The way Seunghyeok refused to give him what he wanted was maddening. He could see the damp, spreading stain of precome soaking through his underwear.
“Uhn… mhnn…”
His body, already feverish with arousal, craved more than just external touch. The inside of him throbbed with sweet, aching anticipation. Junghyun squeezed his thighs together, as if trying to hold back the urge to pee, his hole twitching open and closed.
“Seunghyeok-ssi… pheromones…”
Junghyun sighed, begging for more. Seunghyeok’s lips twitched slightly before settling into their usual lazy smirk.
“You’re already dripping your own pheromones like this. You need more?”
“N-No, that’s not—mhn…”
Junghyun shook his head slowly. Something was off. Seunghyeok’s pheromones weren’t as overwhelming as usual. During sex, Seunghyeok normally drowned him in them, as if trying to suffocate him with sheer dominance. But now, not only was the volume subdued, the concentration was noticeably diluted.
It was strange, but Junghyun couldn’t exactly frown and demand an explanation. After turning it over in his mind, he decided Seunghyeok must be holding back out of concern for his physical state. No other reason made sense.
After all, Seunghyeok was a hyper-dominant alpha. Junghyun had never heard of—or been taught—that their pheromones could be disrupted by anything else.
Lost in thought, Junghyun realized they’d somehow reached the dining table.
The thick, hard cock pressing against his lower back was a vivid reminder of how Seunghyeok had been tormenting him. The thought of it plunging inside him without hesitation made his hole clench, slick already dampening his thighs.
Junghyun pressed his body against Seunghyeok’s lower half, instinctively grinding his hips. A warm, amused sigh brushed his ear—it was the final spark. He couldn’t wait any longer.
Bracing one hand on the table, Junghyun used the other to shove his pants down. Strings of sticky slick trailed from his underwear. He arched his hips toward Seunghyeok.
“Hyung, hurry…”
“…And here I thought you were the one stirring me up. What’s your plan now?”
Seunghyeok’s eyes, burning with feral heat, raked over him.
As if even undressing was too much of a delay, Seunghyeok yanked Junghyun’s pants and underwear down in one motion. One hand gripped his waist while the other wrapped around his own cock, lining the tip against Junghyun’s slick, fluttering hole. The wet, sliding friction—whether from precome or his own arousal—was impossible to distinguish.
Every ragged breath made Junghyun’s body tremble.
He squirmed, desperate, as Seunghyeok only circled the hole without pushing in. Seunghyeok’s lips pressed against his back, teeth grinding.
“Hah… nngh… ah, ah, ah—ahhh—”
“Haah… you like it that much? So tight…”
Seunghyeok’s cock breached him slowly, parting the clenched muscles inch by agonizing inch. The thick, veined length filled him with a pressure that bordered on painful, each ridge imprinting itself against his inner walls. Junghyun gasped, a satisfied moan escaping him—but the penetration was too slow. He needed more.
“Ungh, Hyung… ah… hnngh.”
It ached. He wanted to be pounded harder, wanted that thick cock to grind against the spot deep inside him that made his vision white out.
“Not enough?”
“Ah—! A-Ah?! Ah, ah! Nngh—ah—!”
Seunghyeok’s hands clamped around his waist, then slammed upward. The scorching heat of his cock buried itself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
What followed was a relentless, punishing rhythm—each snap of Seunghyeok’s hips drove into him so hard it felt like his insides were being rammed upward. Yet Junghyun’s body welcomed it, his walls clinging, pulsing around the intrusion.
The force knocked him forward until his chest was pressed against the cold table, his cheek flushed against the surface. The chill was brief; his own heat warmed it in seconds.
“Y-You did that on p-purpose… nngh… hnn—”
“Junghyun-ah… you like this? Hmm?”
“Hah—ah, y-yes, it’s g-good… ah! There—there! Good—ah! Nngh!”
Every brutal thrust sent his brain boiling, pleasure searing through him like molten lava. Seunghyeok’s chest pressed against his back, their bodies flush as he fucked into him with nothing but his hips moving in a frenzy.
His tongue lapped at Junghyun’s nape, teeth grazing the tender skin. The pulse point there was especially sensitive to pheromones, and Seunghyeok seemed obsessed with it tonight.
Junghyun’s body lifted with each upward drive, toes barely scraping the floor before losing contact entirely.
They were still half-dressed, cocks exposed, fucking like animals in heat—and the realization only made Junghyun hotter. Their ragged breaths filled the space, the wet, obscene sounds growing louder as his thighs trembled.
He could feel Seunghyeok’s lips pressing kisses or sucking at his nape, the way his teeth sank in just shy of pain, as if demanding more pheromones from him. Did he have some unknown kink? Junghyun bit his lip as his own pheromones spilled out uncontrollably.
Fucking like this—faces hidden, positions reversed—was new. The angle hit spots he wasn’t used to, Seunghyeok’s cock dragging against tender, swollen flesh with every thrust. His hole clenched, slick bubbling out in a frothy mess as it struggled to keep Seunghyeok’s cock buried inside.
The wet, squelching sounds had turned into loud, lewd slaps.
Their rhythms synchronized. Junghyun pushed back to take Seunghyeok deeper when he thrust in, then tightened around him when he pulled out, as if reluctant to let go.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed like applause. Seunghyeok’s balls slapped against his ass with every deep, grinding stroke, his hole stretched to its limit.
Junghyun’s inner walls clung, milking, unwilling to release him.
“Ah—Hyung, Hyung—! Ah—ah!”
“Haah… fuck—Junghyun.”
His muscles locked—orgasm. A thick, milky spurt of cum hit the floor with a quiet plink.
Teeth clenched, Junghyun’s entire body shuddered as his inner walls convulsed wildly around Seunghyeok’s cock. Seunghyeok took advantage of the post-climax lull to resume his relentless pounding.
“Ah! Nngh—Hyung, Hyung… ah, ah, too m-much—ah!”
Overstimulated and raw, every thrust now felt like a whip crack, pleasure bordering on pain. Seunghyeok’s fingers slid into his mouth.
“If it hurts… hah… you can bite.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
