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His lower lip, pressed under a thumb, parted.
The flesh that slipped through the gap quickly caught Wookyung’s tongue.
“Mmmph!”
The strong suction and the lewdly tangling tongue sent shivers down his spine, setting his blood ablaze.
Wookyung gripped the alpha’s shoulders—shoulders that were boldly claiming him—before wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him closer.
Of course, the tongue ravaging his mouth plunged even deeper.
His lips parted wider, and he could feel the saliva they couldn’t swallow seeping through the gaps where their mouths met.
“Hah… ngh.”
A moan escaped him as that hot muscle swept over the roof of his mouth and between his teeth.
His eyelids trembled, and his body shuddered without his control.
His tongue, sucked and rubbed relentlessly, tingled.
His lips, bitten and pressed over and over, stung faintly.
Yet, he had no intention of pulling away.
Whenever they briefly separated, they exhaled ragged breaths before crashing back together.
All the while, Saheon’s hands were busy roaming—Wookyung’s shoulders, his back, his waist.
Unable to hold back any longer, Wookyung reached for Saheon’s lower half first.
Even through the fabric, the weight in his palm was substantial.
“Haah… Wookyung. Not yet… ngh.”
When Wookyung gave a teasing squeeze, Saheon broke the kiss to stop him.
Wookyung shot him a resentful look.
What was the problem when he wanted it this badly?
The expression was so much like a pet desperate for food but forced to wait for its owner’s permission that Saheon’s lips curled helplessly.
What could he do? He was no match for this man.
“Fine. Then touch me.”
The moment the words left his mouth, the belt blocking his way came undone.
The zipper slid down, and the cock tucked inside the underwear sprang free.
As soon as Wookyung let go, Saheon’s pants slid down.
With nothing left to restrain it, his length stood even more boldly exposed.
Wookyung felt saliva pool in his mouth.
His tongue, still tingling from all the sucking, swiped over his lips.
He’d never felt like this before, but today, he wanted to swallow it whole.
It wasn’t hunger—not the usual kind.
It was the desire to taste that massive thing, to swallow it, to see Saheon’s face twist in pleasure from the stimulation.
Kneeling, he opened his mouth wide and took Saheon’s cock inside.
“Wookyung!”
Saheon’s brows furrowed in shock.
He cupped Wookyung’s cheek as if to stop him but froze.
The sheer lust and desperation on Wookyung’s upturned face held him still.
Had Wookyung ever looked at him with such raw desire before?
“Haah…”
Once again, Saheon was the one who lost.
Wookyung locked eyes with him as he slowly swallowed the length in his mouth.
It hadn’t even fully hardened yet, but it already felt overwhelming.
Still, the thought of spitting it out never crossed his mind.
The thick shaft, the bulging veins, the briny yet bitter taste, the overwhelming pheromones—everything assaulted his senses.
“Ghk.”
The cock pressing relentlessly against his throat finally hit his gag reflex.
Nausea surged up.
“Pull—Wookyung.”
At Saheon’s words, Wookyung blinked rapidly in refusal.
Instead, he pulled back slightly, letting the tip drag against the roof of his mouth and the back of his throat.
Another wave of nausea rose, but this time, he clenched his throat and held it down.
If he made another sound, he knew Saheon would stop him.
Even though those heated eyes, that expression like he wanted to devour him right then and there—
Wookyung stubbornly narrowed his eyes.
Saheon let out a shallow sigh at his persistence.
Honestly, he wanted to thrust into that warmth too.
The air was thick with the pheromones of an omega in heat.
The scent seeped into his nose, his hair, his skin—if he let his guard down even slightly, it would shatter his control.
If that happened, he might lose his mind and ravage Wookyung.
But Saheon was someone who had always kept even his rut in check.
He couldn’t afford to lose control now.
Then—Wookyung shoved his length as deep as it would go.
“Ah…!”
A groan escaped Saheon before he could stop it.
Wookyung found even that unbearably erotic.
He swallowed it again, then slowly pulled back.
He hooked his lips around the tip and sucked hard.
His hand stroked the base, rubbing in smooth circles.
Despite his inexperience, Saheon’s moans and gasps filled his ears without pause.
Encouraged, Wookyung grew bolder, wanting to excite him even more.
His efforts paid off—Saheon’s cock swelled further.
A bitter liquid seeped from the tip into his mouth.
He knew Saheon was close.
“Stop. Pull out now.”
Wookyung tried to move faster, but this time, Saheon didn’t allow it.
A large hand gripped his jaw, cupping his cheek, making it hard to move.
He looked up in frustration, but Saheon showed no signs of backing down.
Stubbornly, he flicked his tongue, as if insisting he could take more.
“No. This is enough.”
It wasn’t a request—it was an order.
Disappointed but helpless, Wookyung obediently let the cock slip from his mouth.
“Why won’t you let me?”
Maybe because he’d had something so big in his mouth for so long, his voice cracked.
The corners of his lips were red from friction.
“It’s fine. This much is enough.”
Saheon stroked Wookyung’s lips before pulling him up.
In an instant, Wookyung’s vision spun, and he found himself clumsily pressed against a broad chest.
He opened his mouth to protest—
But Saheon’s lips crashed into his first.
Now that he thought about it, this always happened whenever he tried to say something.
“Mmph—!”
He tried to pull his face away, but Saheon’s large hand gripped the back of his head, thwarting his attempt.
The other hand seized his buttocks, squeezing as if to mold them.
Naturally, the space between them widened, revealing the entrance nestled within.
A thumb pressed into that gap, probing the tightly clenched seam before pushing inside.
Without realizing it, Wookyung tensed his body.
In response, the tongue gliding through his mouth stroked him gently, as if reassuring him.
To make matters worse, the thick, potent alpha pheromones seeped into his entire body.
Wookyung’s vision blurred, and below, moisture spilled out.
The thumb’s intrusion became even smoother.
Rubbing and scraping against his inner walls, his hips jerked on their own.
“Hng, hh, hhng, ngh…!”
The fingers working inside him were shamelessly deliberate.
The index finger massaged the smooth, delicate perineum, occasionally pressing down on the base of his cock or prodding at his balls.
“Hah, ngh, ah—”
When their lips parted, helpless moans spilled out.
Wookyung shed tears in droplets, his waist writhing incessantly.
He could feel his entrance twitching uncontrollably—though he didn’t realize that each throb only released more pheromones into the air.
The index finger, which had been teasing his core, pushed inside.
Now two fingers worked in tandem, moving independently like living creatures.
“Ah, ah! Ah—ah!”
The entrance stretched wider, the inner walls loosening into a slick, pliant mess.
By now, the overflowing fluid had drenched Saheon’s fingers and the back of his hand.
“S-Saheon, ahh, now… please…”
Gasping, Wookyung looked up at him, his eyes brimming with silent pleading.
Saheon’s brow twitched.
His gaze, fixed between Wookyung’s thighs, was cautious.
“Haa…”
Inside, the passage clenched and released, as if testing whether it could swallow even four fingers without strain.
The repeated tightening seemed to urge him deeper, and Saheon agreed.
Truthfully, he was already at his limit.
“Ah—!”
The sensation of everything inside him pulling out at once was bizarre.
Emptiness lingered, followed by a pang of disappointment.
Without meaning to, Wookyung let out a sigh as his inner walls instinctively clenched, as if trying to hold onto what was leaving.
But that regret vanished the moment something far larger and thicker pushed in to replace it.
“Ah, ah, ah—ngh…!”
The overwhelming presence pressing insistently against his walls forced a pained whimper from Wookyung.
His toes curled, his hands fidgeting helplessly.
“Hah… ngh, ugh—ahh…”
Saheon couldn’t help but laugh at the unfiltered sounds spilling from him.
Like an umbrella unfurling, the tip spread him wide before the rest buried itself inside, inch by deliberate inch.
The sensation—cozy yet drenched, filling him completely—sent shivers racing down his spine.
“T-too—ah! T-too deep, ngh…!”
It should’ve been enough, but Saheon only thrust deeper, relentless.
Wookyung’s face finally crumpled into tears, yet even that seemed unbearably endearing to Saheon.
He pressed kisses to Wookyung’s sweat-drenched forehead, the tear-streaked corners of his eyes, the dampened bridge of his nose, and the quivering lips.
Meanwhile, Wookyung seemed to regain some composure, meeting his gaze.
The fleeting worry—what if he told him to pull out?—vanished instantly.
In those eyes, Saheon found permission.
“Ah—!”
His cock pulled back slightly before driving in deep.
Then his hips began moving in earnest.
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