It felt as though his body was being split in two.
Ruite couldn’t even make a sound; he just tilted his chin back and bit his lip hard.
The veins on Chester’s forearms, which were braced on either side of Ruite’s face, pulsed as if they were about to burst.
Gritting his teeth, Chester began to move his hips violently.
Ruite’s legs, stretched straight toward the ceiling, shook incessantly with every impact.
“Ah, ah, wait… mmmgh.”
Moans spilled from Ruite’s lips without pause as the relentless friction tore through his inner walls.
From previous experience, Ruite knew that Chester lost his reason during a rut unlike any other time.
But this was different.
The predatory glint in Chester’s eyes was darker and deeper than ever before.
“Ruite, I missed you… haa…”
“If you missed me, then a little slower… ah!”
Chester grabbed Ruite’s ankles, pinning them wide as he delivered a massive upward thrust.
His body shuddered slightly as he climaxed once more.
A thick, cloudy fluid spilled out from where they were joined, running down in streaks.
Ruite’s stomach was already drenched and slick.
“Haa, Chester, you… ah…”
But Ruite knew that an Alpha’s rut wouldn’t settle easily with just a few rounds.
As if to confirm that terrifying thought, he felt Chester—who hadn’t even pulled out yet—hardening inside him all over again.
“Did you not miss me?”
Chester leaned his full weight onto Ruite, pressing their bodies together.
The deeper penetration forced a ragged breath out of Ruite.
“Heeugh…”
“I asked if you missed me.”
‘How can I answer if you don’t give me a chance to breathe?’
Despite the question, Chester simply lunged for Ruite’s lips again, sucking them hungrily and thrusting his tongue deep inside.
“Mmph. Haa…”
Saliva pooled and dripped from the corners of their mouths as their tongues tangled.
Chester slid his hands between Ruite’s back and the bed, pulling him into a seamless embrace as he sat up.
“Ah…”
Still joined, Ruite found himself sitting atop Chester’s thighs.
When Ruite instinctively tensed his lower body and tried to pull back, Chester grabbed his hips firmly and pulled him down.
He wrapped his arms around Ruite’s waist as if to ensure there was no escape.
“Tell me you missed me. Quickly.”
“I miss—ngh, I missed you.”
He didn’t like this position.
Having something so large thrust even deeper into him was overwhelming.
But Chester, seemingly indifferent to Ruite’s discomfort, was busy licking up toward his swollen nipples.
“Did you meet Colin?”
“What? Haa…”
Chester began to move his hips in a slow, grinding motion.
As a dull, heavy pleasure began to build, Ruite gripped Chester’s shoulders and let out a sob-like moan.
“What did you talk about? How long were you together? Tell me. Now.”
“I-I don’t know. More importantly, please… ahh-ngh!”
Chester held Ruite by both hips, using his strength to relentlessly grind against the most sensitive spots inside him.
Ruite’s toes, curled around Chester’s waist, clenched helplessly.
His backside grew wetter, the sheets beneath them becoming completely soaked.
“I told you not to spend private time with him. Did you keep that promise?”
“I-I kept it! Hngh, I did exactly what you said…!”
The slow, teasing movements were driving Ruite to the brink of madness.
He almost wished Chester would just thrust hard like before.
His lower half felt restless and itchy—it was agonizing, like being shown his favorite cookie for only a single bite before it was snatched away.
“Really?”
Ruite squeezed his eyes shut and nodded.
He blurted out a complaint, telling Chester that Colin had asked him for tea but he had turned him down, asking if Chester even realized how much he’d behaved.
If he could, he would have dragged Colin right there for a three-way confrontation.
“Why… why are you bullying me?”
Tears welled in Ruite’s eyelashes.
His eyes, fixed on Chester in a resentful glare, were stained red at the corners.
His hair, swept back by sweat, revealed his smooth forehead.
Unable to help himself, Chester grabbed the back of Ruite’s head and pulled him forward to kiss his brow.
“Yeah, I’m sorry.”
Chester loosened the grip of the hand supporting Ruite’s upper body.
Ruite panicked for a second as he felt himself falling backward, but his back soon hit something solid.
It was the headboard of the bed, made of smooth hardwood.
The moment he felt the cold, hard surface, Chester—still on his knees—supported Ruite’s waist and buttocks and began to move again.
“Chester, ah…”
Ruite, half-suspended in the air, reached out and wrapped his arms around Chester’s neck.
Chester yielded to the touch, raining kisses all over Ruite’s cheeks, forehead, nose, and lips.
“Heeugh… ngh!”
The member slid out almost entirely before tearing back into the inner walls.
Unlike before, the pleasure was undeniable, and Ruite clung even tighter to Chester.
The tears he had shed earlier because of Chester’s teasing finally rolled down his cheeks.
Chester didn’t miss them, using his tongue to catch and lick the tears away.
“Chester… Chester…”
As the subtle stimulation from earlier suddenly surged into a tidal wave, Ruite couldn’t stop calling out Chester’s name.
His fever was rising strangely.
Was it because Chester’s pheromones were so thick they felt like they were soaking into his skin?
Regardless, his mind felt dizzy from the sensation of something rough digging deep into the itchy spots inside his belly.
Every time the shaft scraped his inner walls, his waist twitched uncontrollably.
Each time Chester pierced the deepest part of him, Ruite felt as if he were soaring to a great height before falling into an abyss.
“Ruite, release more pheromones.”
“Mmmph…”
The scent of soap grew even heavier.
Chester buried his face in Ruite’s neck, inhaling the scent frantically.
In response, Chester’s own pheromones filled the room until it was suffocating.
“Aaah, ngh…”
Ruite’s moans became more drawn out and melted.
His inner walls, already soft and yielding, tightened around Chester with a desperate pressure.
Chester gazed at Ruite’s shaking face as he hung in his arms.
No matter how many times he looked, Ruite was just so incredibly cute and lovable.
He felt proud of himself for having survived an entire week without seeing this face.
“You… why are you so persistent, heeugh…”
“Because you weren’t by my side for a week.”
Therefore, Ruite had to take responsibility for that.
How much had Chester thought of him during that week?
He had been a bundle of nerves, worrying if Ruite would be called to a dangerous site, if he would get hurt, or if Alphas like Colin would try to hit on him.
While their marriage was public knowledge at headquarters, it might not be the case at other branches.
He had spent every day in anxiety, worried that some bastards who didn’t know the truth would flirt with his beautiful, cute, and even cool husband.
“Ruite, haa.”
Chester grabbed Ruite’s left hand and obsessively sucked on his ring finger.
It was the finger that wore their wedding band.
“Never take this ring off. It’s the proof that you are my husband.”
“Mmmgh, I get it… ngh, I get it, so quickly…”
At the plea for more movement, Chester grabbed Ruite’s member.
“Wait…! Not at the same time… hngh!”
As Chester moved his hips while simultaneously stroking Ruite’s length, it took very little time for Ruite to climax again.
With another release, Ruite’s arms went limp. His body had been feeling strangely light and itchy for a while now, and his fever refused to break.
Since Ruite had no strength left, Chester laid him down on his stomach.
As Chester pulled out for a moment, a significant amount of fluid spilled out with him.
“Thirsty… I’m thirsty…”
Ruite reached out a trembling hand toward the nightstand to find a glass of water.
His body wouldn’t listen, so he had to stay slumped on his stomach—only to realize a moment later that it was a mistake.
Chester climbed on top of him, parting his buttocks.
“Ah!”
Ruite dropped the water glass he was holding.
The rug soaked up the liquid, turning a dark color, and the cup rolled away pitifully.
While Ruite was still on his stomach, Chester gave him no time to rest, sliding back inside him.
“Hah-ngh, Chester…”
“……Ah.”
Chester let out a hot breath.
The way the inner walls clung to him made it impossible to think.
Only one thought remained: he wanted to be joined with Ruite, to leave his mark inside him by any means necessary.
Chester braced his hands on either side of Ruite’s face. Ruite trembled intermittently, clutching a pillow. His pale skin was flushed deep red.
As Chester rummaged through his insides, Ruite’s shoulder blades bucked and moved in sync.
Unable to contain himself, Chester bit Ruite’s shoulders and back.
Red marks bloomed across Ruite’s skin, and the back of his neck was soon mottled with color.
“Ah, Ruite… I love this so much.”
Seeing the marks stay there gave him an immense sense of fulfillment.
He even felt as though he wanted to be completely consumed by Ruite’s pheromones.
Grinding his hips from behind and holding Ruite in a seamless embrace, Chester stimulated both of Ruite’s nipples at once.
Ruite tossed and turned, but he couldn’t escape the body that pressed down on him like a solid mountain.
“Chester… ngh, stop…”
The penetration grew deeper and deeper, eventually reaching the very limit.
The sensation of his internal organs being completely pressed was something he couldn’t describe in words.
But then, Chester’s hand, which had been teasing his nipples, moved lower to stroke Ruite’s slightly protruding belly.
“Wait! Do-don’t press…”
Ruite’s body jolted violently, spasming.
Chester was almost entirely lost to his instincts, and Ruite found it hard to speak firmly because of how strange his own body felt.
Failing to understand Ruite’s signal, Chester looked at the reddened nape of Ruite’s neck and continued to stimulate the protruding part of his belly.
He only thought about how Ruite’s stomach was too thin and that he should feed him more to put some weight on him in the future.
“A-ah, no… aaah…”
Ruite’s grip on the pillow tightened.
The sensation of being pressured from both the front and back simultaneously was extraordinary.
A climax rushed toward him in an instant.
But this was different from usual.
His heart hammered as if swallowed by a whirlpool, and unknown, vivid sensations enveloped his entire body.
“Chester! I… I think something is going to come out. Hngh, stop…!”
“You can let it out. Please?”
“No, that’s not what I mean…! Not that…!”
He was too embarrassed to say that something else was about to come out.
He wanted to push Chester away more forcefully, but his body had no strength.
His temperature continued to rise as hot breaths escaped him.
“Ruite.”
And when Chester pressed firmly on his belly and bit the back of his neck once more—
“Ah…”
Unlike semen, Ruite’s member expelled a rush of clear, thin fluid without restraint.
