Every cell was sensitive as if all five senses were focused on sexual pleasure. If I were a sex toy, this might be what it felt like. At this moment, sexual pleasure seemed to be the only sensation I could feel.
Even at the low moans he let out by my ear, my lower half honestly spurted milky fluid.
“Mm, ah, there feels good…, ah, ngh!”
“…Hoo, ugh, Yeo Jeongwon… haah.”
Won Dogyeong held down my waist and persistently dug into me. The sound of flesh slapping filled the house. I wrapped my legs, which had been shaking helplessly, around his waist. I wanted to join together without gaps as if we were one.
I still hadn’t even taken off my shirt. The sensor light in the entrance kept turning on and off following our movements. While burying his member all the way to the root inside me, he persistently tormented my nipples through my shirt. From the endless stimulation, eventually they stood erect enough that even the clothes brushing against them made them perk up.
“Ah, I’m going to, cum, mm, hngh… ah…!”
“Haah…”
Semen shot in long spurts onto my stomach, leaving dark marks on the sky-blue shirt I was wearing. At the continuing feeling of ejaculation, I gripped the nape of his neck leaning against my chest as if to tear it off.
He too was trembling occasionally and breathing languidly from the long climax inside me. His member spurting out semen in gulps began to swell inside.
Long shadows fell along the contours of Won Dogyeong’s face. A drop of the semen I’d released had splattered on the corner of his mouth and was flowing very slowly down his lips. He stuck out his tongue and heavily licked his wet lips, eating it up.
Won Dogyeong embraced me tightly as if to shatter my body and rubbed his flushed cheeks against my shirt. His face, excited with pleasure, was loosely relaxed. The visual stimulation was too much. His member, swollen to its limit, settled inside me, filling me tightly.
That’s how we had our first knotting in the house without even turning on the lights, under the flickering light.
Yes, we were so out of our minds that we couldn’t even recall the slightest awareness about knotting.
If only one of us had been in cycle, it wouldn’t have been this bad. At least we might have been able to take measures like the sound one opening the door and running away as soon as we sensed something was wrong. Though questionable if it would have been useful, we could have at least put on a condom.
Despite having ejaculated, unlike usual, a continuous mild excitement circulated through my blood. Panting at the sensation pressing against my inner walls, I grabbed Won Dogyeong’s face and kissed him. His hands belatedly grabbed and tore at my messily soaked shirt.
It was nothing less than a signal that the few days of heat we’d inevitably spend together would be formidable.
After that, it was just a repetition of frantically tangling together. When we moved from the entrance to face the rising morning sunlight on the sofa, I was straddling Won Dogyeong, tightly hugging his neck while gasping for breath.
Next was on the rug spread wide beneath the sofa, then in the bathtub, and then on Won Dogyeong’s bed.
Even in the midst of that, I fumbled around for my phone and contacted my manager with trembling hands to say heat had come and I’d be taking leave.
Seeing how even while being swept away by pheromones to this extent, work concerns still crept in, I think maybe what’s above humanity’s three great desires is the awareness toward making a living…
When I looked at the text I sent to my manager later, even that short sentence was riddled with typos and my face burned. Was I advertising my heat?
We didn’t exchange long words. We just occasionally called each other’s names and repeatedly joined our bodies.
Won Dogyeong knotted inside me about once every two or three times. After that, we’d both fall asleep briefly as if a fuse had blown, then wake up again and repeat the same act. Sleeping and waking in strange cycles while mixing our bodies, eventually I couldn’t tell how many hours had passed or whether it was today or tomorrow.
We didn’t eat meals either. I wasn’t even hungry. I learned for the first time then that when heat comes severely and pheromones run wild, you still have the strength to have sex.
The only thing that went into my mouth was candy from the nightstand beside Won Dogyeong’s bed. I’d place a strawberry-flavored candy on my tongue to melt it, then when our mouths met I’d pass it over, and he’d receive it, roll it around in his cheek, then pass it back into my mouth.
Ah, no. Saying candy was all I ate was a lie.
I remember discovering the beer rolling around in front of the entrance, cracking open the can and drinking it while on top of him, then spilling it all and giggling. Won Dogyeong seemed quite displeased that I wasn’t concentrating because I was laughing, so he snatched the can I was holding, crushed it with a crunch, and threw it to the floor.
No wait, there’s one more thing. That went into my mouth.
Well, anyway.
The memories were all fragmentary like that. They came to mind as scenes rather than as a continuous film.
Things like the moment I gripped the dampiy soaked sheets, Won Dogyeong’s low moans ringing in my ears, the heat that ran down my lower back in the instant he pushed me against the wall.
Finally, in the early morning when darkness settled all around, right before falling asleep as if fainting, my consciousness thinly returned and I instinctively knew the arduous heat was subsiding. The alpha’s pheromones that had been oppressively licking at me were also thinning in concentration.
Ah, it’s over…
Then without a chance to resist, my eyes closed like an electronic device being switched off with a click.
*
When I opened my eyes again, dawn was dimly breaking. I had no strength in my body at all and various places throbbed with muscle pain. Damp sheets clung to my skin.
Lying face down, I blankly stared out the window that was starting to brighten hazily.
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, a black figure perched on the plush chair by the window came into view. It was a shape with one hand propping up their head, head deeply bowed, staring at the floor without moving a muscle.
“…Won Dogyeong?”
A completely hoarse and raspy voice cut through the silence.
Won Dogyeong quickly raised his head, then abruptly stood up and approached the bed. He too seemed to have woken up not long ago—his hair was a mess and his pants were the wrinkled pajama pants from the first day that he seemed to have picked up and put back on.
He carefully sat on the edge of the bed and turned his body toward me. I squinted to check his expression, but it was hard to gauge because of the backlight and the room was still dim.
Breaking through the awkward silence, he spoke in a sunken voice.
“How’s your body?”
“I’m dying…”
Even to my own ears, it was a rough voice like someone who’d suffered through a severe cold.
I cleared my throat with a cough and pressed the screen of my phone rolling around on the nightstand to check the date. My hand trembled faintly from lack of energy.
Four full days had passed since my last day at work. Since the date had changed and I’d come home in the early morning, it seemed I’d been tormented by heat for three full days.
Even now that my mind had returned, a weak fever remained in my body. I felt like I’d need to rest another day or two for it to completely subside.
I forced strength into my achy body and turned over from lying face down. Ugh. Every time I twisted my torso, my muscles screamed. Especially the muscles in my waist and inner thighs ached like crazy. It seemed I’d need to move carefully for the next few days.
To make matters worse, when I turned my body halfway, thick liquid trickled out from inside. My body flinched at the unfamiliar sensation.
I’d forgotten.
We knotted before sleeping.
I newly realized what we’d done.
I really did sleep with Won Dogyeong.
My mouth felt parched. This made all the excuses I’d spat out with disgust to my ex, who would bristle whenever Won Dogyeong was mentioned, meaningless.
When I sneakily glanced to the side, he was sitting motionless on the edge of the bed the whole time, just quietly looking down at me squirming and groaning from muscle pain.
He was strangely quiet today.
“What about you? Are you okay?”
“…Yeah.”
“Let’s rest a bit more then eat breakfast.”
I said it while letting out a helpless yawn, but when no answer came back even after a while, I looked at his complexion with puzzlement. His silent gaze was directed at my body sprawled on the bed.
Following that gaze, when I glanced down, the blanket had slipped halfway down, revealing my body without a stitch of clothing. Not to mention my upper body and inner thighs were mottled, and bite marks that remained like bruises stood out here and there.
I’d have to look in a mirror to know for sure, but my nape was obviously worse than this. Won Dogyeong had particularly chewed on the skin from my neck to my collarbone throughout our coupling.
“What are you staring at?”
“…Does it hurt?”
His gaze went to the bite marks deeply left on my skin. Won Dogyeong carefully brought his fingertips toward them, then hesitated and asked. It was an attitude that implied many meanings.
“No.”
I shook my head slightly. It looked a bit much, but it didn’t hurt.
He crumpled the sheet with the hand that had been gripping the bed. Morning sunlight that had started to rise well beyond the horizon poured into the room, revealing the contours that had been shadowed the whole time.
It was an unreadable expression.
He seemed dejected, or maybe angry. It was a face I’d never seen during the over ten years I’d known Won Dogyeong. It was also amazing that even after spending more than half our lives together, there was still a Won Dogyeong I didn’t know.
…Did he hate sleeping with me that much?
It wasn’t incomprehensible. I too remembered the dismay I felt when I instinctively realized I’d be stuck spending heat with him.
It was different from dislike. Different, but it clearly wasn’t a welcome matter.
