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It felt like his entire body was submerged in scalding water.
His mind was hazy, sluggish—his forehead, nape, chest, stomach, limbs—everything sizzled with feverish heat.
Yet the relentless rocking of his body refused to let him lose consciousness.
“Hah, hhah—ah! Ngh!”
Wookyung clung desperately to Saheon like a child, his movements almost like begging for food.
Each time Saheon’s cock slammed deep inside, an overwhelming, almost unbearable pleasure surged through him.
Sweat poured like rain, moans spilled uncontrollably.
His limbs trembled, goosebumps rising—not from fear, but from sensation pushed to its extremes.
“Hah—ah!”
Wookyung tossed his head wildly.
He could vividly feel Saheon’s length swelling even thicker inside him.
“Ah… ah…”
Strangely, it sparked a flicker of anticipation.
He wanted it deeper, further—to soak him from the inside out.
As if responding, his oversensitive walls clenched tight around Saheon’s cock, milking it greedily.
“Hah… Wookyung. No. Not there—”
Saheon’s voice was a rough, strained warning.
His teeth grazed Wookyung’s ear, lips brushing the lobe with tenderness.
But that alone wasn’t enough to satisfy what Wookyung truly craved.
“F-Faster… please—”
Lost in the heat cycle, Wookyung’s omega body obeyed only instinct.
His voice dripped with temptation, his movements utterly disarming—a stark contrast to his usual detached demeanor.
“Hah… I said no.”
Yet Saheon deliberately slowed, thrusting shallowly.
Frustrated, Wookyung locked his legs around Saheon’s waist, pulling him closer.
Even the most disciplined alpha couldn’t resist such pleading.
Saheon bit his lip and snapped his hips forward.
Wookyung’s walls fluttered desperately, as if afraid he’d pull out—only for Saheon’s cock to slam back into that sweet spot.
“Ah—! Ngh!”
Wookyung’s head jerked back. His vision whited out, lightning shooting up his spine.
Saheon exhaled sharply at the sight of Wookyung’s exposed throat, then latched onto it, teeth scraping skin until bruises bloomed.
All while his hips never stopped—fast, hard, relentless.
“Ah! Ah—! Hah! Ngh—!”
Wookyung’s cries pitched higher as Saheon’s cock hammered his prostate.
Pleasure crackled through him like fireworks, his pheromones saturating the air—sweeter than any perfume to Saheon’s senses.
“Ngh… ah…!”
Dizziness swallowed him.
His mind floated somewhere far away.
He needed Saheon to fall over the edge inside him.
Thrust. Thrust.
Just as the slick sounds grew rougher, Saheon buried himself to the hilt and stilled.
“Ngh…!”
Wookyung’s moan melted into a whimper as warmth flooded him.
“Hah… hah…”
His throat burned, breath ragged.
Yet what he craved wasn’t water—but something stickier, thicker.
“K…Kiss me.”
His arms, previously pinned, now reached blindly.
Saheon’s brow furrowed before he lunged forward, crushing their lips together.
The kiss tasted sweeter than before—whether from pheromones or the gloss of saliva, he didn’t know.
“Wookyung.”
Saheon pulled back slightly, voice tender.
“Nh… Do it.”
Wookyung understood instantly.
How couldn’t he?
Even after climaxing, Saheon was still hard inside him.
And Wookyung was no different—spent but still trembling with need.
“You’re sure?”
Saheon pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead, gentle.
But Wookyung didn’t want gentleness.
Instead of answering, he hooked his legs around Saheon’s waist again, pulling their bodies flush.
“Yes. Now.”
The moment he spoke, Saheon’s cock speared into him—harder, deeper.
Each thrust carved into his oversensitive walls, yet deliberately avoiding his sweet spot.
Wookyung clenched around him, and like a trigger, Saheon’s movements turned ruthless.
Pleasure battered him, his vision blurring.
All he felt was the cock splitting him open, the dizzying heat, Saheon’s ragged breaths and thick pheromones choking the air.
“Hah—! Ah—!”
Wookyung raked his nails down Saheon’s back, leaving red trails.
In return, Saheon littered his pale skin with marks like crushed roses.
Their mingled pheromones clung like a second skin.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
The lewd sounds filled the room, drowning in pheromones and moans.
The pace grew wilder, sharper, unrestrained.
“Ah—! Ngh!”
Saheon’s thrusts turned brutal.
Wookyung was shoved backward, his head knocking against the headboard with every snap of hips.
Each impact sent sparks behind his eyelids, nausea swirling with pleasure.
His mouth fell open—but only ragged breaths escaped, so obscene his ears burned.
Then a large hand cradled the back of his head.
“Sorry.”
Then, he came to apologize.
Wookyung’s muddled thoughts couldn’t quite grasp why.
He merely accepted even that as stimulation, shaking his head dazedly.
“Wookyung, ah… ngh, Wookyung!”
Saheon’s voice cracked as he called Wookyung’s name, desperate.
At the same time, the part of him that had nearly slipped out plunged back in one swift motion, burying itself deep inside.
“Ah—!”
Wookyung shattered under the overwhelming pleasure that crashed over him.
His body trembled violently, his back arching helplessly.
But skewered like this, there was nowhere to run.
All he could do was writhe as he watched—no, allowed—the frenzied alpha devour him whole.
“Ah, ngh, uh—ah! Too—ah! Deep—!”
Words that couldn’t form properly spilled out unchecked.
The moment Saheon’s length pushed into a place Wookyung hadn’t even known could take him, his mind blanked.
He didn’t know if he was welcoming it or resisting it, if he was thrilled or terrified.
Only the damp, feverish heat of his own pheromones betrayed how eagerly his body was accepting everything his alpha did to him.
“I love you.”
The confession spilled out just as Saheon reached his peak.
Tears fell, drop after drop.
Not from sorrow.
Not from fear.
Just something overflowing, unstoppable.
Even then, Wookyung could feel his own release seeping out in thin, helpless pulses.
What the hell is even happening right now?
Maybe it was because he’d already climaxed multiple times, but the first heat cycle—the one that had felt like it was scorching his brain to cinders—had finally begun to subside, if only slightly.
“Wookyung, I really… I love you.”
Saheon’s voice, thick with emotion, seeped even deeper into Wookyung’s ears than his body had.
Wookyung lifted his tear-streaked face to look up at him.
In Saheon’s eyes, there was nothing but raw, unfiltered affection.
“Yeah. Me too. I… too…”
I love you was still too hard to say.
So that could wait.
“I… really like you too.”
But Saheon seemed satisfied with even that.
A smile brighter than any Wookyung had ever seen bloomed across his face.
“Wookyung, I love you for you. So no matter what you say—or don’t say—it’s okay. I’ll wait. Just tell me when you’re ready, alright?”
It was the same thing he’d said before.
Come to think of it, Saheon had already known about Wookyung’s nature.
So then… did that mean he’d also guessed that Wookyung had been living inside false memories?
Saheon’s gaze was steady.
Then their lips met again.
This kiss was gentler than any before—tender, warm, so sweet it threatened to bring fresh tears.
“Rest now. We’ll talk more later.”
Only when Saheon murmured those words against his lips did Wookyung realize he was already slipping under.
The moment he did, his consciousness flickered out like a snuffed candle.
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