Moving up and down was difficult, and the frustration mounted. When Yigyeol began grinding his hips side to side in circles, rolling and working his backside against him in a disheveled rhythm, his husband drove into him harder in kind, taking his fill. The sensitive spot was pounded in an off-beat rhythm, and slick leaked in a steady stream. Yigyeol moaned as though he might lose his breath entirely.
His husband was clearly feeling it too. That it wasn’t only Yigyeol who was more worked up than usual.
“More. Grind your hips more. You don’t need to hide your slutty habits anymore, do you.”
“Mmm, ahnn, ah……! Hhnn……!”
Yigyeol in heat was a sight too good to keep to himself. His crossed, bound wrists had gone white against the wall they were scraping at, and from his earlobes all the way to the back of his neck, everything was flushed a deep red.
Until a little while ago, he had been conducting himself demurely, as though he were an oblivious beta. The sight of him staring at a strange man with a face so tightly wound with nerves that it looked as though he might choke on it — how utterly endearing it had been.
From the moment they’d moved through the arched doorway to the workspace inside, Yigyeol had been flustered the entire time. He’d done nothing but fumble with the leather that wouldn’t cooperate in his hands, and eventually gotten called out for it — and then kept dropping things, drawing attention to himself.
Even while radiating anxiety with his entire body like that, he had smiled sweetly and pleasantly whenever conversation came up. More than once, Wonho had caught him huddled close with that other man, murmuring separately in low voices, right there in plain view.
And when Wonho had arrived at the workshop deliberately late — Yigyeol had already been there with his hand practically taken in the man’s arms from the very beginning. Wearing a face that looked exactly like someone who’d just been caught mid-act.
“I told you to play along and instead, you little — you actually went and let your eyes wander.”
Impressively so.
“Hah, hk.”
Just thinking about it again was enough to make him feel like he could come on the spot. Honestly, he’d been hard the entire time he was there. He pushed Yigyeol’s clothes aside as though he were about to tear them off and pressed his lips to the pale shoulder. He poured out the love surging through him in a biting, devouring caress.
“Ngh! Darling, hahk…… ngh, hhk……!”
And yet here Yigyeol was — barely through the front door before he was crying darling and rolling his hips shamelessly. After only a few thrusts his eyes had already gone unfocused, and he was gasping and leaking slick from his entrance in a mess.
Any alpha who saw this would have had his mouth watering. It truly was too good a sight to keep to himself. He was so proud of him, so desperate to show him off — if he could, he’d have invited anyone at all and begged them to watch. No — he wanted to leave him to do as he liked and watch that himself.
If his omega in heat were swayed by another alpha. If, humiliated yet unable to resist desire, he bared his pristine body entirely just as he was doing now.
If, after being dirtied by another man’s release, he could hold his beloved Yigyeol in his arms again — as a husband, there was nothing more he could ask for.
“What did the two of you do, hm? What did you do.”
This desire only grew bigger with time. It could be nothing other than proof of how truly he loved Yigyeol.
“Tell me. Tell me what you were doing before I arrived…… all of it. Leave nothing out.”
He drove himself in like a machine, thinking of the young man who had shared that charged, indescribable atmosphere with Yigyeol.
A perfect birthday gift. He had only intended to spend a short time there and come home. The branches of imagination that had grown from that experience alone should have been enough. But he felt as though he had discovered a fruit at the tip of those branches. A lush, tempting fruit at that — drenched in fragrant honey.
“I won’t hold it against you……”
Perhaps his dream could actually become reality. The dream of his beloved Yigyeol tangled up with someone else. It felt as though the day he’d witness that could descend on him at any moment now.
“N-nothing…… hk! Ahh!”
What had gotten him so worked up all of a sudden. The length drove deeper, as though it meant to overturn everything inside him. At the sensation of his most sensitive spot being pounded with merciless precision, Yigyeol’s thighs trembled as though he might lose control at any second. The slick-drenched entrance behind him, without any deliberate effort at all, kept fluttering and clenching ceaselessly, swallowing his husband’s length whole.
It felt like drawing poison into his body and letting it spread. Knowing it was a beat late, he added the answer anyway.
“R-really, we only talked. Just for a moment…… ahhn, darling……”
In truth, if things had been like any other time, he’d have played along with his husband’s fantasy by now — but for reasons he couldn’t name, a stubborn resistance had gathered and solidified inside Yigyeol.
No — not stubbornness. It was fear. It was the instinct that told him this was different from the brief, playful exchanges of fantasy they’d enjoyed all this time.
Confessing to rolling around lewdly with a man he’d barely even spoken to, let alone slept with, and begging forgiveness for it — that had never been difficult before. Partly because such a person was never someone he’d see again, and partly because he knew with complete certainty that his own fidelity in that regard was flawless.
But this time was different.
He simply could not ignore the premonition that he would see Ji Juhwan again, no matter what. And the thought of putting into words, in front of his husband, the way he’d been shaken more than he should have been by that man — that too frightened him in a way he couldn’t explain.
It was a feeling that needed to be buried and treated as though it had never existed. Even if he truly had been moved. Even if all of this had originated from his husband in the first place. He had no certainty that what he and his husband had would remain intact if any of this became real. It was a situation Yigyeol had never faced before.
“I told him my name, and then he suddenly — ah — asked to shake hands…… That’s all. Just like it always has been, just……”
He was in the middle of replaying it all when the realization struck him. In those brief moments, had he even thought of his husband? He had known clearly that this was all for his husband’s sake — yet in those moments, the one who had seized hold of him wasn’t his husband at all.
Every nerve had been fixed entirely on that man he’d met for the first time. It felt as though the ground had dropped out from under him. Yigyeol, fallen into an unexpected pit, couldn’t manage any further excuse — and his husband, who had been listening, yanked his upper body back sharply.
“Ha. Now I’m curious whether you can keep lying like that in front of that man too.”
“……”
“Should I drag you back there like this? I’m curious what his reaction would be — seeing you soaked through behind, being pulled along like a dog on a leash. Aren’t you?”
A cold chill ran down his spine.
“You were different. When I walked into that workshop, I felt like the intruder.”
The image of his husband walking in as though nothing were the matter rose to mind, that composed face of his. The neat, clean features that suited his tailored suit perfectly hadn’t wavered in the slightest upon seeing the two of them. And yet behind that handsome face, he had been entertaining all manner of dark imaginings. It was something Yigyeol had long known — but hearing it said aloud like this sent a chill through him.
“Isn’t it interesting, Yigyeol?”
“Hh, hhnn……”
“You’re clearly my omega, married to me…… and yet in that place, I was the uninvited guest.”
His husband pressed his lips close to his ear and whispered with a terrifying calm. A voice that was utterly rational-sounding, yet soaked through with something unhinged.
“That’s……”
“That kind of atmosphere isn’t something you create alone.”
“……”
“You were moved too — that’s why you’ve earned this suspicion. Am I wrong?”
It was unclear whether he was speaking within the bounds of the fantasy or asking in complete earnest — his manner of pressing was maddeningly ambiguous. What answer is it you want. What is it you’re imagining. How far is it you want to take this.
“Hh, mmph.”
A hand reached from behind and seized his jaw, turning it. Yigyeol held his breath and fought with everything he had not to meet his husband’s eyes, right there in front of him.
“Above all — your eyes told me. The look in them when you were watching Ji Juhwan.”
He traced the corner of his eye. Long, dense lashes trembled and brushed against the tips of his husband’s fingers. The lightly colored irises shook with a pitiful, helpless trembling. Yigyeol let out a labored breath — something close to a small sob.
“Darling, please……”
“You truly were drawn to him, weren’t you.”
“……”
“Aroused. Shaken. Enough to forget about me, even for a moment.”
It was a question like a spike being driven in.
“……”
Yigyeol missed the moment to deny it. He shouldn’t have.
“See.”
“Ahk……!”
His husband lost all restraint and pulled Yigyeol’s entire body against him with a rough, heavy thud. The force was nothing like when Yigyeol had been grinding his hips — entirely different in intensity. The sheer weight behind the push made his upper body lurch forward. Unable to hold on after just a few moments, Yigyeol clawed at the wall and pitched forward.
“Ahh, ah!”
