Predator Alert chapter 91

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While Jeongseo’s gaze wavered, Pyo Yoontae’s kiss grew rougher than it had been on the porch.

His hand, gripping Jeongseo’s waist, slowly slipped beneath his clothes, tracing upward along the curve of his spine.

The wet sound of their entangled lips filled the air, and each time Pyo Yoontae’s fingertips grazed his skin, a shiver ran down Jeongseo’s spine.

His fingers curled unconsciously in response to the sensation.

The scent of Pyo Yoontae’s pheromones grew denser, sinking deep into Jeongseo’s lungs with each ragged breath.

A strange, insatiable yearning stirred within him, making him feel as though he needed something—something more.

“Haa…”

Their feverish kisses continued for only a moment before Pyo Yoontae’s thigh began sliding between Jeongseo’s legs.

His weakened knees parted easily, and he was so overwhelmed by the intensity of the kiss that he barely registered it happening.

Every time their tongues brushed together, a pleasurable shiver ran down his spine, and without thinking, Jeongseo arched his back slightly.

His lower body inadvertently pressed against Yoontae’s thigh.

“Ah…!”

Jeongseo flinched in shock.

The sudden friction against his already sensitive, half-hardened length sent a jolt through him.

Instinctively, he pushed against Pyo Yoontae’s shoulders, but instead of backing away, Yoontae pressed his thigh even closer, applying slow yet firm pressure.

No one had ever touched him there before.

As the steady stimulation built up, his lower abdomen tensed with unfamiliar pleasure, forcing Jeongseo to clutch desperately at Yoontae’s collar.

“Haa… Wait… Yoontae…!”

His mind was in chaos.

Beyond the overwhelming sensation, a flicker of uncertainty gnawed at him—was this really okay?

He knew Pyo Yoontae had liked him for a long time, and he himself had harbored feelings for Yoontae since their second year of high school.

But they had just confessed to each other today.

Wasn’t this too fast?

Lost in his inner turmoil, Jeongseo didn’t notice Yoontae’s other hand slipping toward the waistband of his pants.

But the moment he felt the movement, he panicked.

Slap!

With both hands, Jeongseo smacked Yoontae’s cheeks.

“St-stop it!”

At last, Yoontae froze.

He looked down at Jeongseo, his dazed pupils slowly refocusing.

“This… This is too fast…! Maybe you’ve done things like this before, but I—I’ve never done anything like this…!”

Jeongseo’s voice trembled, his emotions a mix of frustration and embarrassment.

Hearing those words, Pyo Yoontae’s brows furrowed deeply.

His expression darkened with dissatisfaction as he fixed Jeongseo with an intense stare.

“I’ve never done this before either, Jeongseo.”

“…Liar!”

How could he say that with a straight face?

If he was inexperienced, how could he move so naturally, rubbing against him like that and slipping his hand into his pants so effortlessly?

Jeongseo couldn’t believe it—not when he himself was fumbling like an absolute mess.

When Yoontae noticed Jeongseo’s deep skepticism, his eyes softened with a tinge of disappointment.

“Why would I lie? I’ve only ever liked you since we were kids. Who else would I have done this with?”

Could that really be true?

Now that he thought about it, Yoontae’s words made sense.

And yet… his confident touch still felt suspicious.

As if reading Jeongseo’s thoughts, Yoontae suddenly slid his hand straight into his pants.

“Ah…!”

With a firm grip, he grabbed Jeongseo’s ass and smirked.

“Or what, are you into the type who acts pure but is actually a slut? If that’s what you want, I can play along.”

“Ah… No, that’s not… Just move your leg… Hnn…”

Yoontae’s thigh pressed down against him, rubbing slowly over his arousal.

The friction sent electric pleasure shooting up his spine.

His pants weren’t even off, yet somehow, his underwear had become damp with an unknown heat.

The sensation of wet fabric pressing against his length made his vision blur.

His knees were weak, and every time he staggered, Yoontae’s body pressed even closer.

Overwhelmed, Jeongseo gripped Yoontae’s clothes tightly, small whimpers spilling from his lips.

A feverish heat spread through his entire body, burning him from the inside out.

Yoontae, sensing Jeongseo’s resistance, only increased the friction, moving his thigh with slow, deliberate motions.

“Aah… We should… stop… Hnn…!”

Jeongseo trembled violently, his forehead collapsing against Yoontae’s chest.

His hips jerked slightly on their own, his body barely able to process the intensity of it all.

Only when the overwhelming pleasure reached its peak did Jeongseo realize—too late—that he had come.

His lower half was now completely soaked, and the sweet scent of cocoa—his unique pheromone—permeated the air.

With his entire body drenched in Jeongseo’s pheromones, Pyo Yoontae exhaled a low, heated breath.

Finally, Yoontae withdrew his thigh, and Jeongseo, now weak and unsteady, leaned entirely into his arms.

Jeongseo slowly lifted his head, blinking hazily.

His white hair was tousled, and his delicate ears peeked out from beneath the strands.

His flushed cheeks, wet lashes, and dazed expression were utterly mesmerizing.

“…How long… are we going to keep going?”

His voice was barely a whisper, slurred with exhaustion—but to Yoontae, it only sounded more enticing.

Suppressing the fierce hunger rising inside him, Yoontae scooped Jeongseo up, pressing his lips close to his ear.

“Until we both feel good, Jeongseo.”

Jeongseo blinked slowly, his damp lashes catching the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window.

He tilted his head slightly, as if about to ask something.

He was already feeling good, so how much longer would it take for them both to be satisfied?

Before he could voice the thought, Yoontae gently laid him down on the bed.

For a moment, Jeongseo thought it was over—until he felt fingers tugging at his waistband.

His fleece sweatpants were peeled away effortlessly, leaving only his underwear-clad legs exposed.

His tail, which had slipped out at some point, flicked against the sheets as his pants dropped onto the bed.

The heater was on, so the room wasn’t too cold, but the sudden exposure sent chills prickling over his skin.

Jeongseo felt self-conscious under Yoontae’s intense gaze.

Face burning, he tugged down his shirt and crossed his legs, trying to hide himself.

But that was a mistake.

The room was dim, but the full moon outside cast a clear glow, illuminating everything. And Yoontae—blessed with the keen eyesight of a black panther—could see perfectly in the dark.

His gaze slowly traced up Jeongseo’s smooth, pale legs before settling on the snug gray boxer briefs that were now visibly damp.

Jeongseo’s breath hitched.

His flushed cheeks, dyed a deep crimson, only fanned the fire smoldering in Yoontae’s darkened eyes.

“…Why are you staring like that? You can’t even see properly.”

Jeongseo tried to turn onto his side, but it was impossible.

Yoontae firmly pressed down on his thigh, lowering his head to nuzzle against the curve of Jeongseo’s neck.

“I can’t see, huh? Then don’t cover up, Jeongseo.”

His warm breath ghosted over Jeongseo’s skin, making his shoulders tremble.

Yoontae nuzzled against him insistently, his nose brushing against the sensitive skin of his neck before he finally bit down gently.

“Nngh…!”

It didn’t hurt—but the way his teeth pressed into his skin, coupled with the teasing scrape of his tongue, sent a strange shudder through him.

Yoontae’s hand, which had been gripping his thigh, slowly slid up his body.

The moment his fingertips brushed against a hardened nub beneath his sweatshirt—

“Hnngh…!”

Jeongseo gasped sharply.

A thrilling sensation spread in an instant, and Jeongseo hastily covered his mouth.

It was an even stranger feeling than when his length was being stimulated.

Startled, he looked at Pyo Yoontae, who loosened his lips from where he had been biting down and pulled up both corners of his mouth into a smirk.

“Jeongseo, you’re sensitive.”

His thumb gently brushed over the protrusion, making Jeongseo let out another sound as he curled his shoulders inward.

It felt so vividly distinct, a part of his body he had never even been aware of before, making him instinctively want to hide.

“Don’t touch there. It… it feels weird.”

Contrary to Jeongseo’s plea, Pyo Yoontae suddenly lifted his upper body slightly and pulled Jeongseo’s top all the way up, exposing him completely.

His areolae, a soft pale color similar to his skin, were revealed in full.

Though, right now, Jeongseo’s face was even redder than that.

“Why do you have to pull it up like that… Ahh…!”

Jeongseo, who had been urgently trying to pull his shirt back down, ended up gripping it tightly instead when Pyo Yoontae suddenly took one of his nipples into his mouth.

Unlike when he had only been teased with fingers, the sensation of a hot, wet tongue tormenting the peak made Jeongseo’s waist jerk upward.

A deep pleasure spread from his chest, sending sparks bursting in his mind.

Gasping, he tried to push Pyo Yoontae’s head away, but it was impossible.

The stronger the overwhelming sensation became, the more Jeongseo twisted his legs, his vision turning hazy.

“Hngh… Ah, I said… don’t… ngh…!”

Only after spreading his tongue wide and licking the entire nipple did Pyo Yoontae finally pull away.

The moment his teasing left, a dull aching sensation lingered.

Just as Jeongseo was about to tell him to stop licking his chest, he suddenly felt his underwear being pulled down.

“What—?! Why am I the only one getting undressed?!”

He hurriedly tried to stop him, but as soon as his eyes met Pyo Yoontae’s, a chill ran down his spine.

In the darkness of the room, those sharp, gleaming yellow eyes looked just like a predator staring at its prey.

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