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Just when he thought Adam was bracing against the tree, the man bent over on his own.
The way he stuck out his backside left Isaac no choice but to comment.
“I only told you to turn around.”
The fingers gripping the tree curled like hooks.
Even in the dark, Isaac noticed the flush creeping up Adam’s nape.
How embarrassing.
No one had asked him to present himself like that, yet there he was, offering himself up.
He must be mortified, acting like some seasoned hustler.
Adam was the type to blush at the drop of a hat.
A flicker of satisfaction bloomed in Isaac’s chest.
He stepped closer and brushed his fingers against Adam’s neck.
“Nh—”
A faint whimper escaped Adam at the mere touch.
Feeling the heat in that sound, Isaac slowly traced the curve of his nape.
His skin burned as if he were feverish.
Fingers trailed downward, skimming over shoulder blades, then tracing the spine.
Adam’s hips twitched—ticklish, maybe.
Watching the restless movement, Isaac reached out with his other hand.
“Hhk!”
His fingers slid between Adam’s thighs.
Just as Adam tensed to squeeze his legs shut, Isaac grabbed the front of his pants.
Something soft and yielding met his palm.
Curling his fingers like he was gripping a bead, Isaac pressed down firmly.
A shallow grind drew a sharp scrape of Adam’s shoe against the ground.
“Ah—it hurts.”
“Dramatic.”
“It—nh—really does…!”
But Isaac didn’t let go.
If anything, he pushed harder, lifting Adam’s trapped length with deliberate pressure.
“Ah—hk!”
“Does it really hurt?”
Every slight movement drew wet, sticky sounds—no doubt from soaked fabric clinging and peeling away.
The lewd imagery sent a dizzying rush through Isaac.
He gritted his teeth, pausing to steady his breath, wrestling back the surge of raw desire.
“Nnh… uhh…”
Even while Isaac held still, Adam kept squirming.
His hips swayed side to side, his ass teasing with every shift.
At the petty defiance, Isaac dragged a single fingertip along the trapped flesh.
The sensitive spot made Adam shudder harder.
“Haah… ah…”
The thicker, stickier gasps clung to Isaac’s ears.
The impulse he’d been restraining finally snapped.
In one rough motion, he yanked Adam’s pants down.
Underwear followed, baring pale curves.
“You’re soaked.”
Isaac’s gaze fixed on the glistening skin as he murmured the observation.
He’d known Adam was wet—but voicing it served one purpose: stoking his shame.
“Ah!”
Adam gasped sharply, yanking his right hand back.
After a brief, futile struggle in the air, he planted it back on the tree.
He’d realized resistance was pointless.
The surrender deepened Isaac’s smirk.
“Hh—”
A long finger pushed inside.
The slick hole clenched, then welcomed him in.
Isaac admired the way the relaxed muscles yielded, sinking deeper.
Adam scraped at the bark, whimpering.
“Ah… aah…”
He pressed the swollen flesh firmly.
Each shallow grind made the entrance twitch.
Fluid pooled, dripping down trembling thighs, thickening the air with pheromones.
Isaac inhaled sharply.
That scent—maddening no matter how many times he breathed it in.
His fingers moved faster.
Sometimes thrusting to the hilt, sometimes crooking like a hook to prod one spot relentlessly.
Every stroke tore sweet, broken noises from Adam.
“W-Wait—ah!”
The moment he heard wait, Isaac deliberately twisted his hand.
Adam jerked with a sharp gasp, one leg buckling under the strain.
“Stand straight.”
“Nngh…!”
Adam shook his head weakly, disheveled red hair swaying.
The urge to bury his face against that nape flared, but Isaac forced himself to focus.
Instead, he pressed the swollen flesh a few more times before pulling out abruptly.
“Haah—!”
Adam sucked in a ragged breath.
Isaac examined his own hand—fingers glistening, coated in transparent slick.
“Should I finish?”
Chester, silent until now, finally spoke.
His usual languid smile played on his lips as he watched Adam, then turned to his brother.
Amethyst eyes gleamed with hunger—like a predator eyeing prey.
Despite looking ready to devour Adam whole, Chester’s voice remained lazy.
“So you’ll just shove your cock into him like this? Is that what you mean?”
“Yeah.”
Isaac’s reply was curt. Adam turned his head, staring at him with wide eyes— ‘Are you serious?’ written all over his face.
“What?”
Isaac’s tone was dismissive.
Adam’s pupils trembled—nervous?
Anxious?
Or maybe just aroused.
Studying the mix of emotions, Isaac tilted his hand.
Drip. Drip.
Fluid trickled off his fingers.
Adam’s breath hitched. He’d realized—it was his own.
“Speak up if you have something to say.”
“…No.”
After a pause, Adam turned back to the tree.
The submission drew another quiet laugh from Isaac.
A curious gaze landed on him—Chester’s.
‘You’re smiling a lot.’
Even though Sloane had already made his mood as foul as it could get, Isaac couldn’t help but smile at Adam’s every movement.
Chester reminded himself again that Isaac had personally taught Adam how to dance.
A strange feeling settled over him.
“Hah…!”
A moan, almost like a scream, shattered the silence.
Isaac had gripped his fully hardened cock and speared into Adam’s hole.
The head, as thick as a fist, stretched the entrance as it pushed in little by little.
With each wet, squelching sound, Adam clawed at the wood beneath him.
“You’ll get splinters.”
“Ah—w-wait, j-just a—hah…!”
Adam didn’t seem to hear Isaac’s words.
His trembling fingers scraped the wood over and over, shaking uncontrollably.
The helpless movements only stoked Isaac’s desire, and he pressed his lower body even closer.
His swollen erection pushed deeper inside, the slick inner walls tightly clamping around his cock.
The wet, sticky heat made Isaac close his eyes for a brief moment.
“Hng… hk.”
Adam’s short, stifled moans clung to Isaac’s ears.
In the darkness, he could picture Adam’s face—none of the composed, dignified demeanor from the ball remained.
His eyes, once sharp with defiance, would now be clouded with arousal, his lips twisted and wet with saliva.
And when pleasure surged, his face would contort, fat tears rolling down his cheeks.
“…Hah.”
Isaac exhaled sharply and clenched his jaw.
Just as he pulled his hips back slightly, he drove his cock back in with force.
A sharp, high-pitched cry—“Hihk!”—rang in his head.
Squelch.
Adam’s insides greedily sucked him in.
The pooled fluid inside dripped out in thick drops.
Feeling the wetness spilling out, Isaac pulled his cock almost all the way out—only to thrust back in, the engorged veins along his shaft scraping against Adam’s walls.
Adam arched his back sharply, clearly startled by the sharp burst of pleasure.
Throb, clench.
Isaac rubbed the head of his cock against the rim, teasing the twitching entrance.
His erection, now fully slick with omega slick, glistened under the dim light.
He studied the thick veins running along his shaft before fixing his gaze on Adam’s hole—the entrance now smeared with precum, looking like lips sucking on candy.
“What a pretty sight.”
Isaac murmured lazily, half in praise, half to humiliate.
Adam twisted his hips, turning his head with effort.
His trembling eyes struggled to meet Isaac’s gaze.
“…Isaac.”
Was it a plea to stop—or to keep going?
Enjoying the hoarse voice, Isaac grabbed Adam’s waist and shoved his cock all the way back in without hesitation.
Adam didn’t even have time to turn away before he was filled again.
“Hahk!”
Adam’s green eyes rolled back for a split second.
Isaac watched, fascinated, as the pressure visibly affected him.
To struggle over just this much…
He’d taken worse before—this was just theatrics.
Isaac kneaded Adam’s hips with his large hands.
“Breathe.”
“Ngh…”
“Open your mouth if you want air.”
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