Chapter 193
As if unconcerned with Hyeon-woo’s labored breaths, barely clinging to life on the bed, Tae-geon immediately grabbed Hyeon-woo’s waist and lifted him. He pushed one buttock outward, revealing the glistening, ravaged hole.
Aimed at that spot, Tae-geon repeatedly pushed his glans in just enough to submerge the urethral opening, then withdrew it. His eyes rolled back halfway. A gasp, a curse, escaped his lips. The sensation of the soft, supple hole, elastically receiving and releasing him, was overwhelmingly exquisite.
…This feeling, another alpha…
Two ocean-blue eyes flashed quickly through Tae-geon’s mind.
Thwack!
Something thick and hot impaled him mercilessly.
“Haak!”
Despite the forceful entry, the loosened hole readily swallowed Tae-geon’s raging dick.
Like the coupling of a four-legged beast, Tae-geon flipped Hyeon-woo onto his stomach and pounded into him from behind, his eyes wild. Hyeon-woo, his face buried in the sheets, was oblivious. He simply swayed to Tae-geon’s rhythm, surrendering his body to the waves of pleasure.
“H-hng…!”
“…Haah.”
“Eung!”
“…Haah, haah. Hyeon-woo.”
Hyeon-woo’s back glistened with sweat. Tae-geon pressed his forehead against Hyeon-woo’s shoulder blades, inhaling Hyeon-woo’s scent deeply. A throbbing ache pulsed in Tae-geon’s lower abdomen.
There was an alpha who knew a more wanton side of Hyeon-woo, one who craved pleasure. An alpha who had etched himself into Hyeon-woo’s deepest recesses, even deeper than Tae-geon knew, an alpha who had planted their seed within him, an alpha who had given Hyeon-woo something more precious than life.
Jerome’s eyes, the same brilliant blue, flickered in Tae-geon’s mind. Hyeon-woo’s everything, Jerome. Jerome, the spitting image of that alpha.
An unbearable sense of loss washed over Tae-geon.
“Haak…!”
“K-kut!”
Tae-geon’s thrusts grew more violent. Yet, the more he possessed Hyeon-woo’s body, the more parched he felt. His rut heat was clearly subsiding, yet an increasing anxiety and thirst consumed him, driving him mad.
Tae-geon pressed his chest against Hyeon-woo’s back, holding him tightly. He buried his nose in Hyeon-woo’s neck, inhaling the potent pheromones. Unable to bear the persistent thirst, Tae-geon, true to form, began to bite Hyeon-woo’s neck.
“Euh!”
Hyeon-woo writhed in pain, but Tae-geon continued, leaving his mark on the smooth skin like footprints in pristine snow. Yet, he felt no satisfaction.
He craved a more violent response, a stronger stimulus. He wanted Hyeon-woo to yearn for him, to desire only him. He wanted the ultimate pleasure Hyeon-woo experienced to come solely from him.
Tae-geon raised his upper body, which had been pressed against Hyeon-woo’s, and pressed his index finger firmly against Hyeon-woo’s nape. Then, he drew his fingernail down Hyeon-woo’s spine to his tailbone.
“…Euh!!”
“Kreuk…!”
Hyeon-woo’s constricted hole seemed to devour Tae-geon’s dick. The swollen prostate, pressing against the elongated urethra beneath Tae-geon’s shaft, provided intense stimulation. Tae-geon’s taut thigh muscles trembled violently.
Tae-geon paused, savoring the throbbing sensation, then resumed his thrusts. But unlike before, there was a deliberation to his movements. As if searching for something, he began to gently press against the prostate, a clear indication of his intent. Hyeon-woo felt a sudden chill, as if doused in cold water.
He had already climaxed four times. With his reason partially restored, Hyeon-woo understood the meaning of Tae-geon’s movements, a shiver running down his neck. As Hyeon-woo tensed, Tae-geon’s glans finally found the small crevice near the prostate and began to rub it. Hyeon-woo’s head swam.
“Ah, uh, wait! Tae-geon, stop! Choi Tae-geon! Ahhk!”
The excruciating pleasure sent a scream from Hyeon-woo’s throat. But the name, uttered amidst his cries, only further fueled Tae-geon.
Sweat beaded on Tae-geon’s forehead as he carefully caressed the tiny opening. Annoyed by Hyeon-woo’s resistance, Tae-geon released his grip on Hyeon-woo’s hands, pinning him between his shoulder blades.
Unable to move, Hyeon-woo could only be penetrated. Tae-geon, finally satisfied, looked down at him. His hazy eyes, devoid of reason, revealed only the alpha’s primal instincts, shining cruelly.
Just as Tae-geon pushed himself deeper into the opening, which was slowly widening under the relentless stimulation, a flash of an image crossed his blurred vision. A bathtub filled with crimson.
Crimson blood spread like smoke around Hyeon-woo’s legs submerged in the water. Amidst the crackling sound of something burning, a voice he had never forgotten echoed faintly.
‘Our baby, what do we do?’
“Heuk.”
Tae-geon clutched his chest.
The bloodstained backseat of a car, the operating room, the moment he checked the hospital clock and felt the blood drain from his body—these fragmented memories assaulted his nerves. Time and space twisted into a vortex, blurring the lines between present and past.
“…Heuk, heuk!”
Tae-geon gasped for air. His thrusts froze.
With the cessation of the intense stimulation, Hyeon-woo’s reason returned. He quickly looked at Tae-geon, startled by what he saw.
Tae-geon, completely distraught, was clawing at his chest, gasping for air as if he were dying.
“Choi Tae-geon…!”
He seemed to be having a panic attack, unresponsive to Hyeon-woo’s calls.
“Why, suddenly why…”
“Heuk, heuk.”
Panicked, Hyeon-woo gently withdrew Tae-geon’s dick. He supported Tae-geon’s head and carefully laid him down on the bed.
Tae-geon’s face was pale, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. Hyeon-woo was on the verge of panic himself. A primal fear washed over him at the sight of Tae-geon’s distress. Hyeon-woo slapped his cheeks sharply, trying to regain his composure.
“Snap out of it, snap out of it…”
After taking a deep breath, he quickly thought. He needed to call his doctor. But he didn’t have Dr. Kwon Hak-gyu’s contact information. As he got up to go to Tae-geon’s room for the pager, Tae-geon grabbed his wrist, as if begging him not to leave, to stay by his side.
Tae-geon, desperately clutching his wrist, stared blankly with unfocused eyes, gasping for breath. His desperate gaze pierced Hyeon-woo’s heart.
Hyeon-woo stopped, searching the room for a paper bag to help Tae-geon with his hyperventilation. He found none. Even if he had, he wouldn’t have been able to release Tae-geon’s desperate grip.
With a deep breath, as if making a decision, Hyeon-woo covered Tae-geon’s nose and pressed his lips firmly against his.
“H-m…!”
Tae-geon’s ragged breaths filled Hyeon-woo’s lungs. Hyeon-woo’s chest, puffed out like a balloon, deflated with each of Tae-geon’s inhalations. Their breaths mingled through their joined lips, and finally, Tae-geon’s breathing calmed.
Hyeon-woo slowly pulled away, checking Tae-geon’s condition. Tae-geon’s face had regained its color as he fell into a deep sleep. Hyeon-woo’s heart, which had been pounding with fear, returned to its normal rhythm.
Exhausted, Hyeon-woo collapsed beside Tae-geon, gasping for breath.
“Haah, haah…”
His body, which had experienced the extremes of pleasure and terror, was overcome with fatigue. He couldn’t think anymore.
Following Tae-geon, Hyeon-woo soon succumbed to sleep.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
