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Cha Joobin gently laid Gong Yoochan down and carefully propped pillows under his head and back.
Then, without hesitation, he began undressing him.
Gong Yoochan’s ragged breaths grew heavier as the heat in his body rose, his chest heaving as Cha Joobin’s hands hurried to strip away his clothes.
Even though this was a familiar situation, Cha Joobin’s heart pounded uncontrollably.
Every time he was with Gong Yoochan, from their first time together to just before they broke up, the same nervous thrill coursed through him.
No matter how many times they touched, that feeling never went away—it only grew stronger.
Cha Joobin gazed down at Gong Yoochan, who looked back at him with glassy eyes.
His pale, beautiful body trembled violently, his teeth clenched tightly as his hips twisted uncontrollably, unable to handle the sudden surge of heat.
“Huuu, ah…”
Releasing some of his own pheromones, Cha Joobin watched as Gong Yoochan’s chest expanded with a deep breath, his whole body tensing as if on the verge of losing all control.
Cha Joobin kissed him softly, running his hands over his heated skin, and the warmth of his touch flooded through his palm, making his head spin.
He felt as though he might get a nosebleed at any moment.
Each time their lips parted, Gong Yoochan’s body jolted as though he had been shocked, but only for a moment.
Soon, Gong Yoochan wrapped his arms around Cha Joobin, pulling him close and pressing his face into the crook of his neck, deeply inhaling his scent.
The sensation of Cha Joobin’s pheromones enveloping him like a warm, soft blanket calmed the trembling in his heart.
Cha Joobin’s hand moved expertly between Gong Yoochan’s legs, unerringly finding that sensitive spot and pressing into it with unrelenting focus.
Gong Yoochan’s legs, already trembling in embarrassment, curled even more tightly as his toes gripped the sheets.
“Huuu, ngh… Ah, ugh…”
“Hyung, relax. You know it’ll hurt more if you tense up.”
“I know, I know, but…”
But what could he do when his body refused to obey?
Even though he had gone through this cycle every three months since his secondary gender presented as omega, he never seemed to get used to it, no matter how hard he tried.
It was agonizing in its unpredictability.
Cha Joobin went through rut just the same, so it wasn’t like he didn’t understand.
Still, being told to relax only made the situation harder to bear.
Why is he getting on my case when I’m already struggling…?
His lips trembled, and just as the tears were about to form at the corners of his eyes, Cha Joobin pulled him close, whispering, “I’m sorry,” as he hugged him tightly.
He kissed Gong Yoochan’s neck, trying to soothe his tension with soft murmurs.
“I’m sorry.”
With another apology, Cha Joobin began pulling off his own clothes.
As the thin shirt was lifted, his well-built, muscular body was revealed in front of Gong Yoochan’s blurry gaze.
The beautiful curves of his chest and the toned abs beneath it were among the physical features adored by many of his fans worldwide.
And that included Gong Yoochan.
Unconsciously, Gong Yoochan began to gently caress him.
Suddenly, the image of him kissing someone else during a scene flashed in his mind, no matter how much he tried to dismiss it as just work.
It wasn’t as though Yoochan had never filmed a kiss scene himself, but somehow, his appearance during such scenes always left him feeling strangely unsettled.
And then, as if in some form of apology, Cha Joobin had been particularly gentle with him during the following shoot.
It was as if it was only natural, as though he had always treated him like that.
Yoochan, already in poor condition, felt his heart growing more tangled as he buried his face into Cha Joobin’s firm shoulder.
With a deep breath, Yoochan exhaled sharply, his trembling hands sweeping over the firm muscles of Joobin’s back.
As his fingers softly traced the hardened muscles of his erector spinae, Joobin’s body jerked slightly in response.
Supporting Gong Yoochan effortlessly with his large hands, Cha Joobin bent over with him and reached for a condom from the nightstand.
Watching Yoochan squirm beneath him, Joobin felt like he was about to explode.
Furthermore, the act they were so familiar with had already triggered an excessive amount of bodily fluids, making it feel as if Joobin’s very core was craving ecstasy.
Feeling this, it was no wonder his erection wasn’t going to stay still.
Cha Joobin, fighting to suppress his mounting impatience, finally pulled out his erection.
Gripping the warm length in his hand, he slid the condom on and then began to tease the area around Yoochan’s entrance with the head of his cock.
Yoochan responded with a groan, tilting his head back as a bitter scent mixed with the sharp edge of pheromones filled the air.
“If it hurts, bite my shoulder, okay?”
“You… your work, ah…!”
Yoochan tried to speak, something about baring skin for the project.
But before he could finish, Cha Joobin’s large, thick cock began to push in mercilessly.
Even though only the head had been inserted, Yoochan already felt waves of satisfaction flooding through him.
He hurriedly nodded and tightly hugged Joobin’s large body as the cock slowly pressed deeper, crushing his insides.
The pleasure that seeped in between the discomfort was agonizingly familiar, and soon his cock began to swell and throb, dancing with excitement.
A wet tongue grazed his erect nipples.
It teased the sensitive spots before Joobin’s front teeth gently bit down, sending a wave of pleasure crashing through Yoochan’s mind like a thunderstorm.
His jaw went slack. “Haaah,” he let out a high-pitched moan just as Joobin thrust his hips upward, slamming his cock deep inside.
“Ugh, ah…!”
“Just hold on a bit longer…”
As Joobin pushed in deep and began to slowly rotate his hips, Yoochan’s tender inner muscles clung tightly to the length, squeezing it as it moved in and out, overwhelming him with pleasure.
Cha Joobin gritted his teeth, trying to maintain his composure and move slowly.
Even then, his eyes stayed wide open, focused on Yoochan’s condition.
He was filled with the thought that he must not lose control to his own desires and act roughly.
The priority now was not simply pleasure, but relieving Gong Yoochan’s stress and exhaustion.
As the motion of Joobin’s cock grew smoother with each thrust, Yoochan found it harder and harder to breathe, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure that seeped into every nerve ending.
“Ugh, aah… ugh…!”
Yoochan shook his head helplessly, lost in the rising waves of pleasure.
The pressure of Joobin’s cock pushing against his insides left him gasping for air.
His pale skin quickly flushed a deep red.
Joobin’s touch as he stroked Yoochan’s body was tender.
He gripped tightly at times, then gently caressed him with his fingertips, actions that felt strangely forlorn, likely due to the influence of the pheromones.
Joobin seemed to instinctively know where Yoochan felt discomfort, preemptively massaging and kissing him, treating him as if they were lovers.
Finding solace in Joobin’s familiar embrace, Yoochan adjusted to the deep intrusion, his body gradually relaxing with each deep breath.
Despite the initial difficulty, it was an act he had grown used to, and with every calming breath, his body eased into the rhythm.
Finally, their bodies were fully joined.
The sensitive skin around the junction of their bodies tingled as Joobin’s cock moved slowly inside, stimulating every inch it touched.
Worried that it might be too much, Joobin’s hands continued to carefully stroke Yoochan’s body.
He kissed every spot that elicited a reaction, his breath trembling each time their lips parted.
“Can I move?”
“Yeah, just a little… just give me a moment.”
“Alright. Tell me when you’re ready.”
Yoochan nodded slowly. His breathing was still shallow, and with a soft sigh, he exhaled as Joobin’s large hand gently patted his back.
“You good?”
It hadn’t even been a minute.
Impatient, Joobin’s cock began to twitch inside, pushing against Yoochan’s inner walls.
It seemed even remaining still was a challenge.
Yoochan looked up at him with dazed eyes.
The pheromones that were now radiating from Joobin filled the room, leaving a sheen of sweat on their skin.
“Mmm…”
Although Yoochan wasn’t fully ready, he wasn’t particularly patient either.
Wrapping his arms tightly around Joobin’s body, he gave in to the searing heat between them.
As if that was the signal, Joobin’s hips snapped upward, Yoochan’s body stiffening in response to the sudden shock, quivering as a surge of pleasure electrified his body.
“Hah…!”
As if that wasn’t enough, Joobin began to stroke Yoochan’s fully erect cock, rubbing it with a rhythmic motion.
The sound of wet slapping filled the air, accompanied by the overwhelming sensations.
Joobin’s firm hands grazed over Yoochan’s abdomen, causing his skin to pull taut, each stroke layering on intense stimulation.
Yoochan’s hips felt like they were being stretched to their limit.
His lower abdomen swelled, and as the stimulation mounted, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
This is too much.
Joobin, knowing exactly where to touch and how to stimulate him, left a searing heat in every spot he caressed.
Yoochan’s throat felt parched, a dry thirst spreading through his body as the heat that began in his lower abdomen surged through his limbs.
His toes curled, and he gripped tightly onto Joobin’s body.
Letting out a helpless whimper, Yoochan felt Joobin’s lips press against his again.
As if urging him to breathe, Joobin blew gently into Yoochan’s mouth and even began to softly massage his balls.
The excessive stimulation targeted at the sensitive area was enough to bring tears to Yoochan’s eyes.
With tears streaming down his temples, Yoochan let out sharp gasps, gripping the bedsheets tightly as his legs wrapped around Joobin’s waist.
The pressure in his hips was unbearable.
His body clenched tightly around Joobin’s cock, making the sensation more intense.
Even Joobin’s usually composed expression tightened with strain.
“It’s hard to relax, isn’t it?”
Yoochan nodded silently.
No matter how hard he tried to relax, the intense stimulation left him unable to let go.
His entire body tensed in response to the impending climax, forcing him to brace himself as his body trembled uncontrollably.
In response, Joobin’s thrusts grew louder, his hips moving more insistently.
It seemed Joobin had decided it would be best to make Yoochan climax and release the tension.
But for Yoochan, it only added to the overwhelming sensations.
The unrelenting pleasure crashed into him, leaving his vision spinning.
Gripping Joobin’s arm, Yoochan shook his head violently.
“Stop, stop… don’t…!”
The muscles in his thighs swelled uncontrollably.
His flushed cheeks turned a deeper red as his breath came in shallow gasps, his pretty, smooth features contorting into an expression of raw ecstasy as his eyes squeezed shut.
His forehead furrowed, and as his teeth clenched together…
“Hngh…!”
With a short groan, Yoochan’s release erupted with force.
The moment Cha Joobin’s hands, which had been vigorously moving, started to slow was when his hips, previously still, began to move.
Soft, sticky noises echoed as the fluid inside mixed, grazing at his ears.
Despite this, Cha Joobin’s hands remained in place, gripping firmly.
With hands now covered in sticky fluid, he roughly massaged the shaft, to the point that Yoochan’s eyes began to roll back.
Unconsciously, Yoochan’s hips lifted to meet Cha Joobin’s rhythm.
His body, having released once, felt lighter, and he sighed deeply, feeling the gentleness of Cha Joobin’s touch, letting out a few breathy gasps.
Then, with a loud slap, the impact on his sensitive skin made Yoochan’s head jerk back suddenly.
“Ah… Ah…!”
A shiver ran down his body, as if struck by lightning.
The sensation was both familiar and overwhelming, bringing both pleasure and fear.
Yoochan’s legs were lifted into the air, his legs gathered together and placed on his shoulders by Cha Joobin, who continued kissing his calves and thighs, steadily increasing the force of his movements.
The thrusts were so powerful that Yoochan flailed his arms, trying to slow down the overwhelming sensation, gasping and groaning as pleasure coursed through him.
Looking down at Yoochan’s flushed, trembling form beneath him, Cha Joobin swallowed hard.
His chest pounded loudly, his heart erratic, watching Yoochan’s twisted expressions of pleasure.
Cha Joobin gritted his teeth unconsciously, thrusting harder, but when Yoochan’s trembling hands brushed against his thigh or gripped his arm, he would quickly regain composure, trying to soften his actions.
His lips turned white from biting down so hard, the repeated pressure leaving a dull pain around his mouth as if bruised.
“Haa… Ah… Ugh…”
“Does it feel good?”
Cha Joobin asked, caressing Yoochan’s heaving abdomen.
He himself was lost in pleasure, but Yoochan’s contorted face showed he was feeling it too, though Yoochan hadn’t verbally expressed it yet.
Brushing aside Yoochan’s sweat-soaked bangs, Cha Joobin leaned down to plant a kiss on his tear-streaked cheek.
With a deep push, Yoochan let out a shaky breath.
Cha Joobin hugged him tightly, pressing his lips close to Yoochan’s ear, letting his moans fill the air as his movements grew faster.
The closer they pressed against each other, the more intense the sensations became.
Yoochan began scratching Cha Joobin’s back, letting out pained groans.
The sound of their bodies colliding was loud and clear.
The slick, sticky sounds of skin and sweat echoed.
Yet still, Cha Joobin continued to ask the obvious question.
“It feels good, right? Doesn’t it? You like it, right?”
“Haa… Ugh… Yes… Yes! Ah… Ah…!”
“You like it, don’t you? It feels good… I like it… Feels good, right…?”
Cha Joobin’s movements quickened, and Yoochan, already on the edge, threw his head back, nodding without thinking.
“Yes… Ah…! Yes, it feels good…!”
The cries that came from Yoochan were not intentional.
There was no way to stop them, and no reason to.
Cha Joobin swallowed the desperate moans by sealing their lips together.
Their tongues tangled messily, the heated sensation overwhelming Yoochan, making his whole body feel like a hypersensitive zone.
At last, he felt something snap inside him.
His eyes remained tightly shut, so there was no sense of losing vision, but his mind drifted away.
It was just sex, yet the pheromones wrapping around him, the repeated whispers of “it feels good,” slowly stole away his breath, leaving him desperate.
Finally, with a strong thrust, Cha Joobin buried himself to the hilt.
The feeling of his insides being relentlessly pushed and stretched reached a new height.
Yoochan’s body, overwhelmed with pleasure, went limp, yet Cha Joobin’s actions, overrun with pheromones, didn’t stop.
He continued to embrace Yoochan tightly, as though cherishing a precious treasure.
Even as he kissed and licked Yoochan’s sweat-drenched body, leaving behind marks, Cha Joobin whispered faintly into Yoochan’s ear:
“Tell me… you like it…”
The faint voice lingered in Yoochan’s ear.
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