Chapter 149
Hyeon-woo placed his hand on Tae-geon’s forehead and began to slowly release pheromones. He could feel Tae-geon’s entire body, which had been tightly contracted from imprinting pain, gradually relaxing. His furrowed brow had also unknowingly eased into a comfortable expression.
However, for some reason, beneath the robe, Tae-geon’s dick was growing increasingly fierce. Hyeon-woo deliberately averted his gaze, pretending not to notice, and poured out pheromones with all his might.
“…Haa.”
A hot, shallow breath burst from Tae-geon’s mouth. His now fully erect dick was throbbing towards the sky, as if about to break through the hem of the robe.
Hyeon-woo tried his best to calm Tae-geon, who was starting to get excited in a different way, but he only realized that pheromones alone were far from enough to end the rut.
When the exhausted Hyeon-woo removed his hand from Tae-geon’s forehead while panting, Tae-geon began to writhe as if unable to bear even that brief separation.
Clank-.
The chains restraining Tae-geon’s wrists made a loud metallic sound as they rubbed against the iron bedpost. Hyeon-woo hurriedly reached out to Tae-geon’s forehead again and cast a troubled glance towards Tae-geon’s center.
Like that day, it would be over if he just soothed it briefly with his hand. However, he was reluctant, as the state of his own body, which was getting hot despite taking suppressants, felt somehow ominous.
While he was hesitating, Tae-geon’s writhing intensified. Hyeon-woo, his face turning pale, tightly closed his eyes. It seemed better to just get it over with quickly.
After emptying all the suppressants he had brought in a tin case into his mouth, he resolutely lifted the hem of Tae-geon’s robe. Then he immediately grasped the ferociously erect dick with both hands. Tae-geon’s hips reflexively jerked at the vivid stimulation. The shaft, slippery with pre-cum, thrust strongly into his grasping hands.
“Haa. …Uh… ya.”
Faint mumbling continuously leaked from Tae-geon’s mouth as he began to thrust instinctively, without being told to do so.
“Kuhh, Hyeon… woo-ya, Hyeon-woo-ya.”
Hyeon-woo felt his head boiling hot because of Tae-geon, who was calling his name passionately along with his explicit bodily movements.
Let’s end this quickly, hurry.
Hyeon-woo shook and kneaded Tae-geon’s dick grasped in his hands, but for some reason, it showed no signs of ejaculating. Even though the protruding dick was swollen as if about to burst, there was no further progress.
Something was different from a month ago when it had easily spilled hot semen into his hand. It was as if something invisible was blocking Tae-geon’s urethral opening.
Hyeon-woo’s appearance was just as much of a mess, flushed and drenched in sweat, as Tae-geon who was suffering from unfulfilled desire. His palms tingled from the prolonged friction with Tae-geon’s dick. It was at that moment when Tae-geon forcefully thrust his hips into Hyeon-woo’s hand cave.
“Hnngh!”
A cry like a death rattle burst from Hyeon-woo’s mouth. Something emanating from Tae-geon had penetrated deep into him, piercing through his pores in an instant. Hyeon-woo trembled, twisting his waist. His body, long ravaged by Tae-geon’s pheromones, had been driven to the extreme, making it difficult to endure any longer with just medication.
A sense of crisis overwhelmed him as he felt the state of his body, getting hot and wet, gradually beginning to slip out of control. It seemed impossible to end Tae-geon’s rut like this, no matter how many days he might caress him.
He couldn’t delay any longer. He had to hurry before losing his reason.
Hyeon-woo, who had been staring at the dick in his hand, suddenly put it in his mouth.
“Kugh…!”
Tae-geon’s dick, enveloped by the hot and moist mucous membrane, pulsated greatly once in Hyeon-woo’s mouth. Even though he had only taken in just the tip, he felt suffocated. Hyeon-woo sucked hard on the enormous thing in his mouth, taking it in deeper.
The tip of Tae-geon’s dick, now larger than before, stabbed at his throat. When he licked the dented urethral opening and the corona with the rough tip of his tongue, Tae-geon’s hard abs contracted to their limit and convulsed once. It was a much more advanced response compared to earlier.
Hyeon-woo, his body getting hot in response, opened his throat and pushed Tae-geon’s dick in as far as possible. Then, an intense exhalation burst from Tae-geon’s mouth.
“Haa…!”
A strange ecstasy enveloped Hyeon-woo’s entire body along with a terrible pressure that choked his breath. He placed both hands on Tae-geon’s thighs, pulled his head back, and then once again swallowed the shaft deep into his throat.
Tae-geon’s entire body quivered once more, his jaw muscles bulging to their limit as he clenched his teeth.
After several repetitions of taking Tae-geon’s dick in his mouth, Tae-geon, who had seemed overwhelmed just processing the stimulation Hyeon-woo was giving, suddenly thrust his hips strongly towards Hyeon-woo’s face. At the same time, hot semen gushed from Tae-geon’s dick, which was buried up to Hyeon-woo’s esophagus.
“Kuhk!”
“…Mmph!”
Not even a moan could escape from Hyeon-woo’s tightly sealed mouth.
Gulp, gulp. Something hot endlessly surged down his esophagus. The back of Hyeon-woo’s hands, which were firmly grasping Tae-geon’s thighs, had turned not just white but purple. Red scratches were left on Tae-geon’s skin where Hyeon-woo’s nails had grazed.
When Hyeon-woo finally spat out Tae-geon’s dick after a long while, his mouth was covered in whitish foam and was red and chapped.
“Cough, cough…!”
Hyeon-woo’s face was completely red as he coughed madly, covering his mouth with his sleeve. Unlike Hyeon-woo, who was a mess with sweat and all sorts of bodily fluids, Tae-geon had fallen into a deep sleep with an extremely peaceful expression, without a single bit of filth on him.
After covering Tae-geon’s exposed center with the robe and tidying it up, and restoring the bed and curtains to their original state, Hyeon-woo quietly returned to his own room. He immediately took out suppressants from the drawer and took them, but his body, which had heated up to its limit, wouldn’t calm down easily.
Hyeon-woo, who had been tossing and turning in bed, finally went into the bathroom and grasped his own dick. The shaft, which was fully erect and even leaking pre-cum, was extremely sensitive. The image of Tae-geon desiring him was etched in his mind and wouldn’t leave.
He knew it was an irresistible urge caused by imprinting. He knew it was a physical reaction no different from himself craving an alpha during every heat cycle, regardless of his will, but he couldn’t shake off Tae-geon’s gestures and voice yearning for him from his mind.
He wanted to escape this painful heat as soon as possible. However, no matter how quickly he moved his hand grasping his dick, he couldn’t ejaculate.
Hyeon-woo, his body thoroughly aroused, hesitantly touched his wet hole. The hole, which had melted slickly, gently swallowed the intruding fingers.
“Hngh…!”
Hyeon-woo’s waist arched. With his legs weak, he sat down messily on the bathroom floor and began to mercilessly prod his lower parts. The nerve endings, highly sensitive to the rare stimulation, were silently rejoicing.
For Hyeon-woo, who had lived forgetting even basic desires due to the struggle for survival, it was his first masturbation in years.
“…Hmm!”
Tae-geon’s voice kept ringing in his ears.
‘Hyeon-woo-ya.’
‘Hyeon-woo-ya.’
“Uh…!”
Hyeon-woo’s movements prodding his hole became faster. When his strongly thrusting fingertips touched a certain part of his inner wall, a terrible pleasure surged as if lightning had struck his entire body.
“Hnngh!”
His extremities curled up at once, and semen spurted from the tip of his penis.
“Haa… Haa….”
He collapsed onto the bathroom floor as if melting, exhaling rapid breaths with his vision blurred.
‘Hyeon-woo-ya.’
That voice, sticking to his eardrum and eating away at his mind, must have done something to his head.
*
Knock knock.
“Come in.”
Tae-geon’s voice from outside the door sounded quite cheerful. Kwon Hak-gyu, who had immediately visited Tae-geon’s room as soon as day broke, turned his gaze towards the cylinder. The inside of the cylinder, its entrance blocked by a silver tray, was solidified with medication that hadn’t decreased much.
“…How are you feeling today?”
“Good.”
Hak-gyu, who had removed the strap from Tae-geon’s wrist, began to treat the wound.
“How many days has it been?”
Hak-gyu hesitated for a moment at Tae-geon’s question, then answered honestly.
“It’s been one day.”
At those words, Tae-geon slightly furrowed his brow.
“Did I perhaps have a severe seizure last night? And received an overdose of medication because of that.”
“No.”
Hak-gyu shook his head.
“You got through the night safely without any seizures.”
“I see… It must be thanks to the sedative we started using recently.”
“……”
“My body feels light and refreshed. It’s hard to believe it was a rut.”
Tae-geon said in a satisfied voice as he rolled one shoulder to loosen up. Hak-gyu, who had been watching him, advised with a concerned face.
“Young master, please remember. That medication cannot be used for a long time. As you know, there are fatal side effects-.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Tae-geon’s following words, cutting off Hak-gyu’s, were resolute.
“Please continue to do so in the future.”
“……”
Hak-gyu closed his mouth without further words and left after finishing the treatment of the wound.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
