Ruite, pulled into the bedroom by that insistent force, leaned against the closed door and looked up.
“Chester.”
“Yeah.”
Chester pulled Ruite into a tight embrace, burying his face in the crook of Ruite’s neck.
His behavior—nuzzling like a needy child, desperately trying to inhale Ruite’s pheromones—combined with his scorching body temperature and slightly slurred voice, made it clear.
Above all, the thick scent of a deep forest filling the room explained everything.
“Are you in rut?”
Chester slowly lifted his head.
“……I think so.”
So, what Vilter had tried to say earlier must have been about Chester’s rut.
Come to think of it, Varen had mentioned Chester was in bad shape.
Ruite never imagined his husband would be in rut the moment he returned from dispatch, but putting that aside, one thing felt strange.
“But it’s not time for your rut yet.”
Since they were married, they naturally knew each other’s cycles.
As far as Ruite remembered, Chester had a rut a few months ago.
Thinking back to how he had been tormented all night long back then still made his legs feel a bit weak.
And Chester had said it himself: his cycle was roughly six months.
It was strange for a rut to strike again when six months hadn’t even passed.
“I did nothing but think of you.”
“……Ngh.”
Ruite, lost in thought, suddenly gripped Chester’s sleeves.
The hand that had slipped inside his clothes had grabbed his chest rather roughly.
Not stopping there, Chester began to flick and tease his nipple with his fingers.
“Do you know how lonely I was, thinking only of you for an entire week?”
“Ow, Chester, ah! Don’t bite my neck.”
“Do you have any idea how many times I had to relieve myself alone while thinking of you?”
But Chester, already deep in the throes of his rut, ignored Ruite’s protests and continued to nibble and bite at his neck.
Lonely, he had said.
Ruite suddenly remembered what Connor had said at the Northern Branch—about a novel where the Alpha protagonist falls into a rut because he can’t bear the loneliness of being away from his lover.
When they discussed it, Ruite and Connor had laughed, wondering if such a thing could actually happen.
“Oh……”
Ruite only realized as his body was lifted into the air: fiction wasn’t entirely made up.
He finally understood why Chester’s rut had arrived so early despite the cycle.
“I want to… take your clothes off.”
Chester laid Ruite down on the bed and began to undo his uniform buttons with frantic, trembling hands.
“Wait, were you really so lonely that it actually triggered a rut?”
Chester nodded, his eyes burning with desire.
Seeing Chester panting heavily yet answering so earnestly, Ruite covered his mouth with his hand.
It was fascinating that such a thing was possible, but he also felt an uncontrollable wave of happiness.
To think Chester could look this cute.
To think an Alpha in rut could feel this precious.
Ruite wasn’t immune to the surge of emotion.
Now that he knew why Chester was like this, he couldn’t help but release his own pheromones.
“I really missed you.”
Chester finally lunged forward, desperately seeking Ruite’s lips.
Without needing to be told, their tongues intertwined.
As Chester continued to pour out his pheromones, Ruite’s body began to twitch and shiver.
Chester stared down at Ruite as he stripped him bare.
Seeing the unusual light in his eyes, Ruite had a premonition: he wouldn’t be leaving this room for a while.
“Ruite.”
Despite having stripped him, Chester waited dutifully for Ruite’s permission.
He had been the same way during his last rut.
Ruite had been nervous because he’d heard that Alphas in rut sometimes lose their reason and attack, but Chester always held back—even if he had to grit his teeth—until Ruite gave the okay.
Just like now.
Ruite let out a small laugh at his husband’s unwavering nature.
“Yeah.”
Ruite spread his arms wide.
“Come as much as you want.”
“……Ah.”
At that moment, Chester flinched.
It had been an entire week since he’d seen Ruite.
How lonely he had been, using this wide bed all by himself.
He had been counting down the days until today, only for his body to undergo this unexpected change.
Instinctively knowing it was a rut, Chester had come straight home with Varen’s help.
Even before opening the door, he knew: Ruite was back.
Feeling that warmth again made his fever spike even higher.
“Wait, Chester, ah……”
Naturally, a single climax hadn’t settled Chester’s lower body.
On the contrary, he was even harder. Chester sucked at the skin of Ruite’s neck.
Licking the marks he had bitten earlier, he moved his hand down to Ruite’s chest.
He squeezed the nipples between his thumb and forefinger, making them stiffen.
“Ngh. It hurts when you pinch like that.”
The reddened nipple soon disappeared into Chester’s mouth.
Ruite tensed his waist and reflexively pulled Chester’s head closer.
“Mmmph.”
Chester sucked with considerable force and nibbled with his teeth.
As the constant stimulation caused the nipples to swell, he began to lick them with the firm tip of his tongue.
Thanks to Chester’s teasing, Ruite’s backside began to grow damp.
All the while, something hard and blunt continued to press against his leg.
Ruite instinctively felt that if he let Chester have his way entirely, he would be put through the wringer just like last time.
‘I should probably help him release one more time first.’
Having decided this, Ruite grabbed Chester’s face—still busy at his chest—and lifted it.
Chester’s mouth was slick with saliva and his eyes were glazed over.
As soon as Ruite met his gaze, Chester instinctively tried to dive back in for a kiss.
“Chester, wait. Sit up for a second.”
Ruite managed to hold him back.
Even in his heated state, Chester listened and sat up. Ruite positioned himself between Chester’s legs.
The member standing tall toward the ceiling was already dark red with prominent veins.
Ruite swallowed hard and lowered his head.
As he took the firm shaft into his mouth, Chester’s jawline tensed sharply.
“Haa, ugh……”
It was a size that was overwhelming no matter how many times he did it.
Ruite felt proud of his own body for being able to take it every time.
Having only managed to take in the head, Ruite lowered his head a bit further.
As the glans scraped against the sensitive roof of his mouth, Chester exhaled a hot breath, staring up at nothing.
Looking down at the crown of Ruite’s head as he knelt between his legs and swallowed deep into his throat, Chester’s hands gripped the bedsheets.
His gaze, full of excitement, naturally drifted to Ruite’s rear.
His eyes fixed greedily on the area exposed by Ruite’s crouched position, and the veins on the back of Chester’s hands bulged.
“Mmph!”
The member suddenly pushed deeper, scraping his throat, and Ruite startled, grabbing Chester’s thighs.
Chester had leaned his upper body forward, forcing himself deeper.
Soon, Ruite’s body jolted. Chester was groping between Ruite’s buttocks.
His middle finger, which had been circling the slick entrance, pushed straight inside.
Ruite trembled, unable to even make a sound.
With his mouth full, he couldn’t even find his voice.
“Ruite, relax a little.”
Chester panted, thrusting his finger faster against the inner walls.
Soon, he added a second finger. Ruite, meanwhile, was suffering.
“Mmmph…… ngh……”
He was struggling to breathe because of what he was holding in his mouth, while an unexpected wave of pleasure was crashing over him from behind.
Because Chester was accurately pinning the spot that made him feel the most while stirring inside, Ruite finally couldn’t hold back and climaxed.
“Ah, damn it……!”
At the same moment, Ruite’s body tensed and he reflexively tightened his mouth, causing Chester to also spill over with a groan.
The moment he came, Chester grabbed the back of Ruite’s head and held him there.
“Haa……”
When Chester finally let go, Ruite slumped onto the bed.
His stomach was wet.
His mouth was slick from instinctively swallowing.
Above all, his aching backside felt empty now that the fingers were gone.
“You…… just wait until this rut is over……”
Ruite threw a limp complaint, but Chester had already laid him back down properly.
After staring at Ruite’s spill on his stomach, Chester suddenly touched it with his finger and brought it to his mouth.
“Hey……!”
Before Ruite could stop him, Chester tasted him.
Taking in the sight of Ruite’s swollen nipples and the mottled marks on his upper body, Chester grabbed Ruite’s legs and lifted them in one go.
He pulled his buttocks apart, the soft flesh yielding to his urgent touch.
“Ngh.”
The entrance, which had been loosened by his fingers, twitched and pulsed.
Chester bit his lip and aligned himself.
The moment he pushed in slightly and felt the inner walls tighten around him as if they had been waiting, Chester couldn’t hold back and thrust his hips upward, burying himself to the hilt.
