The place he reached with a staggering gait as if dangling from a thread was none other than Kyung-heon’s room. The firmly closed door wasn’t a problem at all. Young recklessly entered the room without its owner.
His possessed steps headed straight for the bed. The movement of settling on the neatly arranged sheets even looked natural.
When he buried his nose in the pillow and lay face down, he could feel Kyung-heon’s pheromones faintly permeating it. When he breathed in deeply, a shiver ran through his whole body.
“Haah, ha…”
Young’s hot breath trembled finely as he exhaled. It wasn’t just his breathing that was reacting either. Every time he freely inhaled and exhaled Kyung-heon’s body scent, his lower abdomen, and the hole between the mound even below that, twitched.
However, the faintly remaining scent couldn’t fully satisfy his desire. Rather, it was only tantalizing. Young, captivated by instinct, struggled somehow to fill the insufficient sensation. He pulled Kyung-heon’s blanket over himself and rubbed the front of his pants against his sheets.
It was useless. The more he tried to fill it alone, the deeper the fundamental emptiness became. Even when he slipped his hand that had been gripping the pillowcase under his shirt to grope his bare skin, even when he pressed his aroused genitals caught between the firm mattress and his feverish body. No matter what he did, his desire only grew larger.
He didn’t even know how long he’d been desperately struggling with the sexual desire that absolutely wouldn’t be resolved.
“Mm, mmng.”
The moan that had been echoing lonely in the empty room was suddenly blocked by something.
“What is this…”
The person who produced the clear sound without resonance was this room’s owner, Kyung-heon. Flustered by the vibrating pheromones, he carefully approached the bed.
Even then, Young was busy rubbing his whole body against the fabric wrapped around him. Only when he felt the touch of a hand on his shoulder as he sat perched at the edge of the bed did he turn to look at Kyung-heon.
“Ah…”
The owner of the pheromones he’d been frantic for had appeared before his eyes. A different light shone in Young’s eyes, already stained with heat.
He let go of the blanket and pillowcase he’d been persistently gripping. Instead, he grasped the hand covering his shoulder. His act of rubbing his cheek against the large hand while breathing heavily was desperate.
Kyung-heon, who had obediently offered his hand, was almost frozen. He seemed to have already grasped the situation, but had a look of contemplating how he should act here, unable to make a judgment.
However, alphas and omegas were originally born vulnerable to each other’s pheromones. The deepening sweet scent during his conflict, Young’s excitement heightening just from the alpha’s presence, his clinging behavior not knowing what to do—there was no way Kyung-heon could withstand it all.
Moreover, for him who had manifested late at twenty-seven, being exposed to such intense pheromones was surely a first-time experience. There was a high possibility that his self-control hadn’t matured enough to endure the endlessly surging pheromones.
“……”
Sure enough. As time passed, the spark of desire also rose from Kyung-heon. Tendons stood out on the hand he’d given to Young, and desire seethed in the gaze looking down at him.
If he’d endured this much while facing an omega writhing in heat cycle, this alone could be called tremendous patience. But even that now seemed almost depleted. Below his tightly pressed lips, Kyung-heon’s Adam’s apple bobbed greatly.
The one who lit the time bomb was Young.
“Please, do something to me. Somehow…”
The moment he pleaded with his flushed face, with eyes soaked in heat, Kyung-heon’s pupils transformed.
Kyung-heon, who had been perched at the edge of the bed, instantly climbed on top of Young. His movements were rough as he overlapped their bodies as if crushing him and immediately bit his lips.
Young wasn’t even surprised by Kyung-heon’s sudden change in attitude. He merely accepted willingly as the alpha pheromones he’d so desperately wanted covered him. He embraced Kyung-heon’s neck and obediently opened his mouth, entwining his tongue with the tongue that thrust in hotly.
His impatient feelings were fully evident in how he pulled Kyung-heon to him even while groaning. Young’s hands hurriedly dove under his shirt as he bit Kyung-heon’s lips and filled his mouth with his tongue.
More, a little more, much more.
It was as if he was begging him to pour alpha pheromones on him quickly. Young caressed Kyung-heon’s firm back and shoulders under his shirt that he’d undone on his own. While frantically rubbing his lower body where blood had long since rushed.
Every time Young pressed their hot bodies together, Kyung-heon’s response came back honestly. He changed the angle of their lips several times while pushing his tongue in more deeply. He tickled the soft mucous membrane past the even teeth, then caught the tongue clinging to him and firmly teased it.
As if this wasn’t satisfying enough, he tilted his head the other way too. It was an act full of desire to reach even a little deeper.
Was it because even the breath exhaled at high temperature was sweet? Kyung-heon devoured Young as if he wouldn’t leave even a drop of saliva. His movements were urgent as he pressed hard on the soft cheek and dug between the lips that opened even wider.
Just from mixing their lips a bit, wet friction sounds already echoed. The tongue that had been stickily entwining and roughly rummaging inside his mouth soon withdrew from Young’s mouth. Kyung-heon lightly kissed the already swollen lips and moved his mouth to Young’s cheek where handprints remained.
“Mmhng… ha…”
He looked as if intoxicated by the vibrating sweet scent. He licked and traced Young’s skin as if savoring it. The flushed cheeks, the slender jaw, and when he followed down to the delicate neckline, Young groaned helplessly.
Every single small movement came as a big stimulation. Even when Kyung-heon buried his nose in his shoulder and breathed in deeply, strength entered Young’s whole body. By the time teeth firmly bit below his collarbone, the thighs wrapped around his waist were already trembling.
Kyung-heon didn’t care and continued chewing below the collarbone. Then he suddenly frowned. It was the timing when he realized that Young’s shirt, which he’d pulled down urgently, wouldn’t go down any further.
“……”
He removed his lips that he’d stubbornly refused to detach from Young. Then he grabbed the fabric messily disheveled between them and pulled it up.
Young let him do as he pleased. Rather, he was helping him by raising his arms. As soon as the obstructive clothing slipped through over his head, coldness immediately rushed in.
With heat filling him up to the top of his head, the air touching his bare skin seemed to feel even colder. Young immediately burrowed into Kyung-heon’s embrace. He pulled the firm body before him into a hug and pressed the back of Kyung-heon’s head toward his chest.
“Ah…!”
Then Kyung-heon’s lips immediately touched his white chest. When the lips pressing firmly against his skin completely enveloped the nub, his chest naturally heaved. Young tilted his neck diagonally at the sexual sensation spreading from the small nub throughout his upper body.
The left side of his chest was being toyed with by Kyung-heon’s lips, the other side by his hand. Each time he bit, pressed, and scratched without causing pain, Young’s flat stomach repeatedly became as flat as possible before returning.
The foreplay alone was enough to make his toes curl. Young groped Kyung-heon’s body as his hands wandered, and finally stripped off his shirt as well. Then he traced each finely divided muscle with his fingertips while breathing heavily in his feverish state.
“Aheuk!”
He wondered just how high this tremendous sexual desire intended to soar. When the lips tormenting his chest descended to his lower abdomen, a high-pitched voice burst out on its own. His eyes squeezed shut, and his waist arched naturally.
Young unknowingly lifted the hand that had fallen away again. The touch gripping the arm where veins stood out prominently contained a demand to devour him quickly.
Even in a situation where neither was in their right mind, the meaning their bodies showed communicated well. When the fingertips grasping his arm turned white, Kyung-heon’s hand that had been caressing below his ribs dove into his waistband.
Soon there was the sound of cold metal, then the zipper went down without hesitation. When Kyung-heon’s large hand headed downward once more, his pants and drawers slid down all at once.
Kyung-heon stripped off the cumbersome clothing caught at his knees in one go. Then he stared between the smooth legs with seething eyes.
The genitals already erect with a glistening tip, the space between the buttocks of course, and even between the thighs all soaked with slick. There wasn’t a place that wasn’t lewd. He gripped the ankle supporting itself with a raised knee. Then he spread the well-extended legs wider.
“Hng… mmng, hup!”
When he licked up to the groin as if wiping the thoroughly wet thighs, Young twisted his waist. Young tried to grab Kyung-heon as he’d been doing, but it was impossible. It was a position where grabbing him as he went down was impossible.
With suddenly empty hands, Young instinctively groped his own chest. He caressed his flat chest broadly like Kyung-heon had done, then flicked his nipples with his fingertips.
It was closer to writhing from sexual desire surging to an uncontrollable level rather than being lewd. Did that sight solidify his determination to do something somehow? Kyung-heon, who had been imprinting red marks on the inside of his thighs, finally removed his lips.
Kyung-heon hesitantly pulled back. Then he undid the front of his pants that looked ready to burst. When he gently pulled down his pants and underwear, his already fiercely erect member immediately revealed itself.
“Quickly, put it in… hng!”
