“Ugh—! It hurts…”
It was bound to hurt, leaving a red bite mark that deep. Even seeing Jinwoo’s eyes well with tears, Yuhan found himself satisfied with the mark. He thought he finally understood why animals nipped and bit at their owners — they were leaving a mark too. Mine, it said. So don’t you dare.
His mouth was flooded with Jinwoo’s pheromones. It was intoxicating. Jinwoo needed to know just how sweet his own scent was.
“Mmh…”
Without warning, Yuhan pressed their lips together and slid his tongue in. He sucked so hard the root of Jinwoo’s tongue ached, forcing his mouth open, saliva dripping freely. Isn’t sex just about putting it in, moving, and finishing? Inexperienced as he was, every single thing Yuhan did was unfamiliar to Jinwoo, and all he could do was scramble to keep up.
The same went for kissing — Jinwoo was running out of breath, and he resented Yuhan for grabbing the hands pushing at his shoulders and pressing in even harder. In the midst of it all, there was one small comfort: he could feel thick pheromones rolling off Yuhan too.
“Ugh—!”
From the cock that had already come several times before Yuhan even stepped through his door, another release tore through him. His toes curled and locked. Almost in the same moment, he bit down on Yuhan’s tongue. The pheromone-soaked taste in his mouth gave way to the faint metallic tang of blood.
It should have hurt — but Yuhan received even that as pleasure. He pulled back from Jinwoo with a smile.
“Ha… Jinwoo. Did you just come again?”
“Ha, ha… mnh…”
He peeled the clothes off Jinwoo’s still-trembling body. White skin blooming with red marks — he had never seen anything so tempting. As if drawn in, he lowered his lips over each bruise and traced them deeper. The pheromone concentration he had thought couldn’t possibly get any stronger kept thickening, pulling Yuhan in.
“Ah! Hng—! Stop, ah, ngh… Yuhan—!”
“Your pheromones… they’re driving me out of my mind…”
“Ugh! Ah—!!”
He finally took the nipple that had been taunting him into his mouth. He caught the stiffened, flushed bud between his teeth and licked slow circles around the areola — and Jinwoo arched his back and let out a sharp cry. It sounded, to Yuhan, like a sound of pleasure, and so he pressed the other nipple he couldn’t hold in his mouth between his fingertips.
Pain or pleasure — the sensation that came over Jinwoo couldn’t be named as either. He twisted his waist and squirmed and tried to push Yuhan away, but Yuhan had no intention of letting go. Stop, stop! He thought he’d screamed it, but the words came out shapeless and crushed. His vision flickered in and out rapidly, and he felt the cock that had just come beginning to stir back to life.
Everywhere Yuhan touched him, his body shook with arousal — arousal he had never felt before, making him harder and making slick leak from behind.
“Stop… I don’t like that…”
Tears poured down his face from the overwhelming pleasure. No matter how many times he blinked, his blurred vision refused to clear, and the hand stroking slow, warm circles on his lower stomach felt so hot it was like it might burn him.
Jinwoo felt like he was about to lose his mind entirely. And then —
“Ah, why — hng! I don’t want this, stop—!”
Yuhan stripped off his soaked pants in one motion and suddenly lifted his legs. The part of him he had never shown to anyone in his life was laid completely bare. The relatively cool air sweeping across his exposed skin raised goosebumps all over his body.
His hazy vision snapped into sharp clarity all at once.
“Don’t… Yu, han…”
Covering himself with his hands was useless. A hand far larger than his own snatched them away, and the gaze that slowly, deliberately took in his helpless body was so openly hungry it made his skin crawl. He felt like a small animal caught in front of a large beast — and in that moment, fear grew larger than arousal.
“Hyah—!”
Yuhan, who had just been kissing him, extended his tongue and licked across his perineum in one swift motion. The electrifying sensation that started at his lower back shot straight up to his brain, and stars burst across his vision. The unfamiliar sensation brought revulsion first — but the body of a weakened omega drenched in pheromones quickly converted it into something else entirely.
Jinwoo clamped his thighs around Yuhan’s head, but far from feeling the pressure, Yuhan only took it as a plea for more.
The perineum, soaked through with slick and come, was swollen soft and full. What filled his lungs alongside Yuhan’s pheromones was the lewd, heady scent drifting up from below. Thinking back on every omega he had ever been with, none of them had ever put out a scent this obscene. A deep thirst rose in him.
“Hng, ah—! Take it out, take it out—! I don’t want it—”
Yuhan pressed his lips to the tightly-folded entrance just below the perineum. The thought that it was dirty never crossed his mind. His instincts told him clearly — this was the only way to quench the thirst.
Ignoring Jinwoo’s pleas, he curled his index finger to ease the opening just slightly and pushed his tongue in deep, dragging it along the inner walls. The walls that fluttered against his wishes welcomed Yuhan’s tongue as though whatever had broken through the entrance was something to be greeted — as though it belonged there.
Jinwoo had always known the day would come when he would take an alpha in this way — but he had never once imagined anything other than a cock being put inside him. Let alone a tongue.
He tried pushing Yuhan away with his feet, but it was useless. Part of it was his own lack of strength, but an alpha consumed entirely by the desire to claim his omega would not be moved by any outside force. No amount of pleading seemed to reach him.
“Ugh… stop it…”
Jinwoo brought his trembling hands together. He had no idea who he was even praying to. There was nothing to hold onto — so he held onto himself.
The fear that had taken root only grew. Yuhan — who refused to listen no matter how much he twisted away, no matter how much he begged — frightened him. This wasn’t like him. It didn’t match the cold, composed man who never gave more care than was necessary.
“I don’t want this… please… hk…”
He wasn’t the type to force himself on someone who was refusing. The thought that all of this was happening because of his own heat cycle made it even more wretched. It wasn’t as if he wanted to leak pheromones, or wanted an alpha — not like this.
In the end, he broke into tears. He wanted to cry out loud like a child, but his pride wouldn’t allow it, and only broken, hitching sobs slipped through every few seconds.
“Hng… I don’t want this. Please… stop…”
Yuhan, who had been consuming Jinwoo in a frenzy, finally came crashing back to his senses and pulled his lips away. He couldn’t even register the sight of the perineum and entrance glistening with what might have been come, slick, or his own saliva — flushed and swollen and pulsing. What had he been doing. Yuhan’s mind went blank.
“I’m sorry. Jinwoo, I’m sorry. You were scared.”
Yuhan tried to soothe Jinwoo, who was hiccupping air in broken gasps. He had every right to be scared. Saying he had been intoxicated by Jinwoo’s pheromones was nothing more than an excuse. He, with far more experience, should have kept his head — this was shameful.
No matter how much he had told himself this was an opportunity not to be wasted, to push forward without considering Jinwoo’s state —
Yuhan clenched his jaw until it ached and reined in the pheromones he had been pouring out aggressively. Jinwoo seemed to have calmed somewhat — he looked up at Yuhan — but his face was still wet and streaked with tears, and the guilt doubled. The unusually young, guileless look of him made Yuhan feel Jinwoo’s age all over again in a way he rarely let himself.
“…Are you going to stop?”
He wasn’t sure what Jinwoo meant by that, but Yuhan nodded for now. He wasn’t the kind of scoundrel to keep thinking about sex with a shaken person right in front of him.
Of course, the pheromones that were still robbing him of reason showed no sign of fading — they were only growing stronger — but he pretended not to notice at all.
“…Are you a little better now?”
“……”
No answer, but Jinwoo gave a small, cautious nod. He seemed disoriented himself — his gaze drifted to Yuhan, then away, as though he didn’t know where to put his eyes. As if the act itself were something wholly unfamiliar to him…
Unfamiliar?
A hypothesis flashed through Yuhan’s mind in an instant. Surely not. But if not now, there was no other time to ask. And if it turned out to be true…
“Don’t take this the wrong way.”
“…What?”
Embarrassed by his exposed nakedness, Jinwoo reached over and tugged the blanket toward himself. Yuhan had never had a conversation like this in the middle of sex, and he found himself at a loss as well. It almost felt like being with someone underage — and that only heaped more guilt on top.
“You haven’t… done this before, have you?”
He hoped the answer was no. If Jinwoo’s first time was not with someone he loved, but because of obligation — Yuhan knew he would carry a heavy debt toward him.
“If it is my first time… what are you going to do about it…?”
It was an ambiguous answer, but Yuhan was certain. It really was Jinwoo’s first time.
