Those anxious, wavering eyes were demanding an answer. The hand gripping the blanket had gone white at the knuckles. He hadn’t expected to be reminded like this — that what was ordinary to him could be anything but ordinary to someone else.
His blood ran cold. What on earth was he doing, with this young omega.
“Yuhan….”
“…Yes.”
“This is my first time….”
Jinwoo lowered his eyes. Someone might find a person his age with no experience at all unattractive. Not that his attractiveness mattered much now. But an omega in heat instinctively tried to entice the alpha who would hold them — tried to appear desirable.
So a hesitating alpha was the last thing he wanted.
“Would you… kiss me…?”
An omega lures an alpha in to receive their seed, and an alpha works to draw an omega in so they will carry their child. Yuhan was even a dominant alpha — one who carried greater desire than most among those with a secondary gender oriented toward reproduction.
“May I continue?”
This would be his last question. If Jinwoo refused here, Yuhan was willing to wait until his next heat cycle. An arrangement that had not been agreed upon with his own aching, desperate lower half — but so be it.
“…Kiss me….”
The omega had given his consent. Drenched in his own pheromones, having reached his peak by his own hand, this lovely omega wanted him. What alpha in the world could hold themselves back in a situation like this?
He cupped those flushed cheeks in his hands and pressed his lips to Jinwoo’s the way he wanted. Jinwoo, who had barely been keeping up before, seemed to have found his footing — clumsy, but following along surprisingly well.
Each time he pulled back, Jinwoo would pant and catch his breath, looking so much like an eager puppy that Yuhan pushed back in again before he’d even fully recovered. He could push him away if it was too much — yet the way Jinwoo tried to keep up regardless made Yuhan quietly pleased.
“Ah—!”
When he carefully pressed a single finger into the slick opening he’d been working with his tongue, Jinwoo reflexively recoiled, hunching his shoulders. Yuhan stroked those trembling shoulders and whispered that it was alright, and Jinwoo looked back at him with eyes brimming with tears, silently asking if it truly was.
“Relax. There’s nothing strange about this.”
“Hngh….”
Not knowing where to put his hands, Jinwoo let Yuhan guide them around his neck. Even if Jinwoo pulled at his hair or gripped tight, it was better than Jinwoo’s own hands getting hurt from clawing at himself.
“It feels… strange….”
“It’s alright.”
The thick pheromones were goading Yuhan’s instincts, urging him to devour this slight omega whole. But he couldn’t do that. Jinwoo — swallowing his tears, clinging to him in a desperate bid to ease the heat consuming him — struck Yuhan as achingly endearing. The way Jinwoo reacted to his every touch, checking with his body whether each response was right — if anyone could find that anything other than endearing, they were the strange one.
Unlike betas, omegas naturally slicked and opened themselves from within. During a heat cycle, that intensified considerably. Before long, Jinwoo was producing so much slick that Yuhan’s wrist had grown wet.
“Ahng—! There, hah! Ah, ahh—!”
“Does it feel good here?”
When he pressed the pad of his fingertip firmly against the swollen, thickened spot inside, Jinwoo’s head dropped back and his whole body locked up. Yuhan deliberately bore down on and worked the prostate he’d found with practiced ease from experience, and Jinwoo clutched his hand with sudden urgency.
“St — stop — hng! Sto — hahh—!”
The swollen inner walls clenched and fluttered around his fingers insistently. For a first time, the sensitivity was remarkably intense. Omegas were naturally responsive, but Jinwoo seemed particularly so.
He hadn’t even noticed that three long fingers had worked their way inside. The soft, pliant walls yielded willingly when stretched, but snapped back to their original shape almost immediately. At this rate, he wasn’t sure he’d even be able to fit inside.
The room was filled with nothing but the wet sounds of friction and Jinwoo’s moans. Occasionally a low exhale from Yuhan could be heard, but it was quickly swallowed by the higher voice.
Just before Jinwoo reached what must have been his nth climax, Yuhan withdrew his fingers. A long, viscous thread clung and stretched from them as he pulled away.
“Ha, haa…, hh….”
“Jinwoo. Are you alright?”
Every muscle in his face had gone slack — blinking was about all Jinwoo could manage right now. Saliva he hadn’t swallowed spilled past his parted lips. His mind was a blur from pleasure he’d never known before. Everything below his waist felt like someone else’s body.
Yuhan turned Jinwoo’s limp body over. His hips rose toward the ceiling, his chest met the bedsheet. The opening, slightly parted from the position, was twitching visibly — there was no way Yuhan could miss it.
Jinwoo, having regained just a sliver of his senses, made a tearful face and tried to turn back over, but Yuhan’s grip on his hips was firm and not easily shaken off.
“Why…. This position is too….”
Yuhan spread the entrance — red, swollen, enticingly presented — with his thumb, gauging whether penetration was even feasible, and dragged his hand slowly up Jinwoo’s spine. The gesture was so charged it sent a shiver down to the bone.
“For a first time, this position is easier.”
“But….”
“It’s alright. I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt.”
It would have been a lie to say he had no doubts about whether that was truly possible. But he had no choice but to trust him.
Yuhan was hard to a degree that made it impressive he’d held out this long — one brush away from spilling entirely. It was fortunate Jinwoo couldn’t see the flushed, veined length straining toward him. Had he seen it, he almost certainly would have panicked and tried to flee.
Barely able to wait a moment longer, Yuhan dragged the shaft of his cock up and down along the opening that was already leaking slick again. No lubricant needed.
“Hngh—!”
There was nothing left to hold onto except the sheets. His vision blurred at the edges, and a rush of overwhelming arousal, anticipation, and fear crashed over him at once. Jinwoo pressed his forehead down into the mattress.
Yuhan’s cock began to push in slowly, working its way past the tight entrance. The sensation of being split in two left him breathless, every exhale catching in his throat. It felt as though all his insides had been knocked loose and were shifting out of place.
“Ahh…, hh, ah….”
“Breathe….”
The moment the widest part — the head — pressed fully in, Jinwoo went rigid with a sharp “Hng—!” and his entire body seized. Yuhan, working to carve a path through the tight heat, also stilled at the sudden clenching around him.
To ease the tension, he gently worked Jinwoo’s cock as he bore his hips steadily forward. Every instinct in his body was commanding him to grab hold of this small frame and drive in deeper right now — Yuhan ignored it.
“Hih—!”
It was the moment the head dragged over the prostate. The pressure was nothing like fingers, and Jinwoo shook from head to toe.
“Ah, hk—! It’s strange — hahh—!”
“Haa…. Jinwoo, try to relax a little….”
“I can’t…. Right there—!”
It was enough to make him feel sick. This was nothing like the pleasure that ended the moment fingers were removed. The stimulation was continuous — starting from the head and carrying on as the shaft pressed through — and because of that, there wasn’t a single moment he could let his guard down.
“Hah—! Hngh…! Hng—!”
These were sounds on an entirely different level from anything before. His fingernails were bending back from how hard he was twisting the sheets in his grip. If it had been only pain, he would have cried out and fought his way free — but what was kneading his brain into nothing was pleasure. Pleasure like a powerful drug that made even pain disappear.
Seizing on the moment Jinwoo was drowning in that pleasure, Yuhan drove in deep. When his lower abdomen met the curve of Jinwoo’s hips, Jinwoo — having lost the strength to hold himself up — collapsed flat against the bed. Yuhan made no move to force him upright again.
“Ah, wait — a moment—!”
Penetration was perfectly possible in this position, too.
“Jinwoo….”
That low, settled voice brushed against his ear. The slight withdrawal was pressed back in all at once, and the inside was startlingly, overwhelmingly hot. He almost felt as though he could sense Jinwoo’s pheromones through the very place they were joined.
