Chapter 214
At the promised midnight, Hyeon-woo entered Tae-geon’s room to find him sitting on the bed in boxers and a robe, waiting for him. Hyeon-woo held out a box in his hand.
Tae-geon glanced at it, recognizing what it was, and his face suddenly hardened. Seemingly remembering what he had almost done to Hyeon-woo in America, Tae-geon ran his hand through his hair, unable to hide his embarrassment.
“…I’m sorry. I’ll be careful from now on. That’s not necessary…”
Tae-geon trailed off mid-sentence and abruptly reached out to Hyeon-woo.
“Give it here.”
“Ah?!”
Snatching the box, Tae-geon examined it closely, turning it over. As Hyeon-woo stared at the floor, feeling awkward, Tae-geon’s voice reached his ears.
“12-pack, ultra-thin, includes lubricant, textured. Fancy. Is this your preference, Hyeon-woo?”
At those words, Hyeon-woo looked up with round eyes. He hadn’t known condoms had such features. He now remembered the pharmacist asking if he was looking for any specific functions.
As Hyeon-woo stood flustered, not knowing what to do, Tae-geon laughed mischievously.
“Your tastes are consistent. You used to play with toys like this in the past too.”
Toys…?
Not understanding what he meant, Hyeon-woo blinked, and a vague memory from the distant past surfaced in his mind.
A grotesque dildo with bumps all over its shaft, peeking out of a trash bag Tae-geon was holding…
Wait, wait, that… Did he know that was mine?! That thing I was trying to throw away because it smelled like an omega… Tae-geon knew it was mine…
Hyeon-woo felt dizzy.
“No, that’s not…!”
Hyeon-woo shouted desperately.
“Don’t deny it. I might have to put beads on my dick later.”
Hyeon-woo lost his words, his face turning red up to his ears.
“Just tell me what you want, Hyeon-woo. This is for your exclusive use anyway.”
Hyeon-woo covered Tae-geon’s mouth with both hands as he casually spouted obscenities. Hyeon-woo’s reddened face looked like a ripe tomato. Tae-geon chuckled amusedly and turned his attention back to the box in his hand.
“But, Hyeon-woo. I’m really curious. Is this the best one you’ve tried?”
“…?”
“Did you give these to other alphas like this too? You first?”
Tae-geon asked with a smile, pretending to be casual, but the veins in his neck were bulging savagely. As if he was forcibly suppressing something surging up.
Now it was clear even to Hyeon-woo. Though Tae-geon was pretending to be nonchalant, he was intensely jealous of imaginary alphas.
In the past, Hyeon-woo might not have noticed, but now Tae-geon’s transparent envy seemed somehow funny and cute.
“Do you know what your action just now means?”
Unaware that Hyeon-woo had read his true feelings, Tae-geon slowly whispered in Hyeon-woo’s ear provocatively.
“It means you want me to thrust into your most intimate place.”
“That’s right, that’s what it means.”
Taken aback by Hyeon-woo’s bold response, Tae-geon’s face began to flush red and blue. Hyeon-woo quickly wrapped his arms around Tae-geon’s neck.
“This is my first time buying something like this,” Hyeon-woo said.
Then he whispered in Tae-geon’s ear.
“…Because I want to do it with you.”
“…”
“I’ve never done it with any other alpha. You’re the only one I’ve allowed into my most intimate place.”
Unable to hold back, Tae-geon roughly kissed Hyeon-woo. Pushing Hyeon-woo onto the bed as if he wanted to devour him, Tae-geon straddled him and became lost in their passionate kiss.
The room was soon filled with the pheromones emanating from both of them.
After a while, Tae-geon pulled away, his voice thick with barely contained excitement.
“Why would you say something like that?”
“…”
“Don’t you know how dangerous that is?”
In his tender gaze, as if looking at something precious, a destructive impulse simmered clearly.
Tae-geon’s robe had fallen open, revealing his naked body glistening sensually in the soft light.
Hyeon-woo leaned forward to kiss Tae-geon’s right arm propped next to his head. His lips traced the ugly burn scars left behind, moving up until they settled on Tae-geon’s nape. Rubbing his forehead there, Hyeon-woo whispered.
“…I’m not scared. Not at all.”
Tae-geon’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as Hyeon-woo’s lips barely grazed his sensitive neck.
Tae-geon hugged Hyeon-woo tightly and rolled over, lying down in the center of the bed. Then he sat Hyeon-woo on top of him.
Suddenly finding himself straddling something hard and large, Hyeon-woo tried to lift his hips in an awkward position, but Tae-geon grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close. Then he whispered sweetly.
“How did you manage to fuck a half-dead body that couldn’t see, smell, or even be conscious?”
Hyeon-woo froze momentarily at the cognitive dissonance between the sweet voice and its completely incongruous content. Belatedly understanding the meaning, his face flushed bright red. Tae-geon was referring to the time Hyeon-woo had secretly touched him while he was bound and enduring his rut.
As Hyeon-woo hurriedly tried to get up, Tae-geon caught him and continued whispering in his ear.
“How was it? Was it good?”
Hyeon-woo, red up to his neck, glared at Tae-geon who was casually spouting embarrassing words. Tae-geon’s eyes crinkled in amusement, clearly teasing him.
Hyeon-woo felt like a depraved person. But at that time, he had no choice.
He had been worried that Tae-geon might permanently lose his sense of smell. He only wanted to provide pheromones to ease Tae-geon’s pain a little, since Tae-geon had imprinted on him. The problem was that pheromones alone were far from enough.
As Hyeon-woo thought about this, he became confused.
…Was that… really an unavoidable choice…?
He couldn’t be certain that there wasn’t a single moment of enjoyment as he watched Tae-geon respond diligently to his stimulation. He couldn’t definitively say that there was never any self-interest in his caressing hands.
Sensing Hyeon-woo’s confusion, Tae-geon gently stroked his cheek, dispelling unnecessary thoughts.
“It’s okay, Hyeon-woo.”
His low voice spread like a temptation in Hyeon-woo’s ear.
“You can do it anytime if you want.”
“…”
“I told you I’m yours.”
“…Yours…”
Catching the fleeting desire in Hyeon-woo’s eyes, Tae-geon coaxed him gently with a soothing voice.
“Yes, yours.”
“…”
“You can do whatever you want.”
Mine. Whatever I want…
Hyeon-woo’s head felt hazy. Just as he felt the impressive foreign object beneath his buttocks grow even harder, he sniffed, sensing something unfamiliar quickly brush past his nose.
Something indescribable had been tickling his sense of smell for a while. Like a fish nibbling at bait on a fishing line, something akin to a fragrance was tantalizingly stimulating his nasal mucosa, spreading a sensation similar to pleasure throughout his body. For some reason, he felt increasingly impatient.
With his vision blurred by heat, Hyeon-woo began to move his hips up and down, following his instincts, with that massive presence beneath him nestled between his parted buttocks.
“…Haa, Hyeon-woo…”
Hyeon-woo’s entire body heated up at the passionate moan containing his name. Looking at Tae-geon lying still beneath him, not moving a finger and just passively receiving the sensations Hyeon-woo was giving him, it really felt like they had returned to that time. To when he had secretly snuck into Tae-geon’s room while he was bound.
The desire he couldn’t fully express towards an unconscious person was once again slowly rising.
The room was filled with the sound of clothes damp with each other’s secretions rubbing together. Tae-geon laughed softly as he watched Hyeon-woo’s eyes brimming with desire.
“Do it just like you did then, Hyeon-woo.”
“…”
“What did you do to me?”
Finally succumbing to Tae-geon’s tempting smile and handsome face, Hyeon-woo leaned towards him. Then he began to lick one of Tae-geon’s nipples exposed through the open robe.
“Hng…!”
Tae-geon’s muscles jerked at the electrifying sensation.
“Slurp, suck. Here, like, this…”
“Ugh.”
The sight of Tae-geon swallowing his moans deep in his throat was stimulating. Hyeon-woo felt a strong tightening deep inside his lower abdomen.
Hyeon-woo’s lips slowly moved from Tae-geon’s chest to his ribs, to his abdomen, and even lower. Hyeon-woo’s hot breath traced a path on Tae-geon’s skin, transmitting an intoxicating sensation as if burning. Finally, Hyeon-woo’s breath reached the most sensitive part of Tae-geon’s body.
The boxers, wet with both their secretions, were barely containing Tae-geon’s erection, stretched taut along the rigid shaft. Hyeon-woo raised one finger and dragged it from top to bottom along the protruding dick, still covered by the fabric.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
