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Despite the icy tone, Isaac’s expression softened slightly.
He reached out with his right hand, tilting Adam’s chin up.
The neatly trimmed edge of his thumb brushed over Adam’s lower lip.
At the touch against the plush flesh, Adam held his breath.
Isaac’s eyes narrowed, as if considering something.
Then, with a faint exhale, he tapped Adam’s lips lightly.
Adam’s shoulders jerked in surprise.
Was this a demand to suck his fingers?
Hesitant, Adam cautiously slipped out his tongue.
The moment its tip licked the finger, Isaac’s lips curved into a delicate arc.
Soon, the finger pushed past, invading his mouth.
Adam’s tongue twitched at the sudden intrusion.
He sucked on the digit obediently, stifling his breaths.
A sticky, wet sound erupted as his lips tightened, and his ears burned so fiercely he thought they might burst.
Perhaps pleased by his compliance, Isaac slid his other hand to the nape of Adam’s neck.
Fingers tangled in oil-slick hair, then trailed down to caress his throat and shoulders.
The increasingly lingering touches stoked a mix of shame and arousal.
Without realizing it, Adam averted his gaze.
“Why look away? As if you’ve done something wrong.”
Isaac withdrew his finger, voice unreadable.
Adam instinctively hunched his shoulders—only for the hand on his neck to tighten.
Isaac leaned in, closing the distance until his face hovered mere inches away.
Close enough for Adam to trace the pale lashes and sharp bridge of his nose in vivid detail.
A breath grazed his lips.
The word kiss flickered in Adam’s mind.
Veins stood taut on the backs of his hands where they gripped the bedsheets.
“Ah—!”
A gasp tore from Adam as Isaac, who’d seemed poised to claim his mouth, abruptly shoved him down flat.
Pressing flush against him, Isaac made quick work of the robe’s tie, unraveling it without hesitation.
The sash slipped to the floor, baring smooth, exposed skin beneath.
“Not bad. I chose well.”
Isaac murmured, scrutinizing him like a piece of art.
Adam’s lips trembled before he managed a whisper.
“Th… thank you…”
The gratitude, offered even as he was appraised like an object, tugged Isaac’s mouth into a smirk.
His hand slid lower, tracing Adam’s throat, then his chest.
Every touch set Adam’s skin ablaze.
Fingers descended gradually before seizing his hips, spreading them apart.
Adam’s back arched in shock.
Something warm trickled down his rear.
“Ngh—!”
“Omega slick? I heard it only flows when you’re aroused.”
The low voice tickled Adam’s ear.
The moment he registered the wetness seeping from his hole, humiliation surged.
To get this excited just from his partner’s pheromones— The unfamiliarity of the sensation made him squirm.
Isaac’s grip on his thigh tightened in warning, squeezing more slick out in thick rivulets.
“Ah… Ngh!”
Adam’s breath hitched as a long finger plunged inside without preamble.
It stroked the slick walls rapidly, prodding and pressing in deliberate spots.
His hole clenched instinctively around the intrusion.
“Relax.”
“I—I can’t, ah— Nngh…!”
“You’d better obey. My patience runs thin—I’ll just shove it in the moment it’s gone.”
Shove what in, when his fingers were already buried?
The question answered itself seconds later when something thick and heavy pressed against Adam’s inner thigh.
The realization that it was Isaac’s cock made his brain overheat.
“Hah…!”
Another finger joined the first.
Isaac scissored them, stretching the drenched walls, then fanned them wide—forcing Adam open beyond what he’d thought possible.
He nearly begged him to stop.
Squelch. Squelch.
The lewd sounds of fingers spreading and squeezing his insides made Adam’s nape burn scarlet.
Isaac watched, silent, as pale skin pinkened in seconds.
His face betrayed no emotion, but his ruby-like eyes gleamed with eerie intensity.
“Ah—!”
Isaac brought two fingers together and thrust them upward in one swift motion.
The moment his insides were scraped, Adam’s foot arched. It was a strange sensation—awkward, ticklish.
His mind was in chaos, unable to tell whether it felt good or bad.
Then, a single finger pressed firmly against a slightly swollen spot.
“Hahk.”
Adam gasped sharply, tilting his head back.
Beneath his disheveled hair, his wide eyes flickered side to side.
What was that just now?
“Here it is.”
Isaac spoke as if he had found what he was looking for.
Keeping his finger pressed against the spot, he added a faint, vibrating pressure.
Adam’s body trembled under the stimulation of the sensitive area.
“W-Wait, don’t—ah, there—ahh!”
The fingers persistently rubbed the same spot.
The touched area swelled, betraying his arousal.
After what felt like an eternity, the fingers suddenly withdrew, scraping against his inner walls as they pulled out.
Adam let out a small cry.
Drip.
Slick, omega-scented liquid soaked into the bedsheets.
Adam panted heavily before forcing his gaze downward.
His chest rose and fell rapidly, the unsteady movement making his ears burn.
“Ngh…!”
He pressed a palm against his chest, trying to steady his ragged breathing—but then, an unexpected turn.
Isaac seized his wrist, restraining his movement.
The heat wrapped around his wrist was scorching.
“Why are you…?”
Adam couldn’t finish his sentence.
He had caught the flicker of desire in the other man’s crimson eyes.
Isaac blinked slowly, his long lashes fluttering, before murmuring in a low, meaningful tone:
“Shall we enjoy this a little more?”
Before the words fully registered, Isaac lowered his head.
The swaying golden locks made Adam momentarily forget his tension.
The hair spilling into his vision was mesmerizingly beautiful, shimmering under the light—until his back suddenly arched.
“Hhk!”
Something warm and wet—his tongue—licked over his nipple.
Is this what it feels like when your hair stands on end?
Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation, Adam squirmed, trying to push him away.
But Isaac only bit down on the bud and sucked, slow and deliberate.
The tongue against his delicate skin was unbearably soft and hot.
“Y-You don’t… ngh… have to suck there…”
“You talk too much.”
Isaac pulled back just enough to speak, his breath ghosting over Adam’s damp skin.
“What does it matter how I choose to savor you?”
Each exhale sent a shiver down Adam’s spine, his hips twitching involuntarily.
Soon, Isaac returned to lavishing attention on his chest—sucking the areola, dragging his tongue in long strokes up and down the nipple.
Just as the soft flesh began to harden, Isaac bit down with his teeth.
“Ugh!”
Adam winced, his face contorting in pain.
Ignoring his whimper, Isaac continued to chew at the tender skin until the bitten area flushed a deep crimson.
“Does it feel that good?”
Isaac finally spoke after a long moment, his lips glistening with saliva.
“I-I don’t… hah… know why you’d say that…”
“Here.”
Tap. Tap.
Isaac’s hand trailed lower, brushing against Adam’s cock.
The touch against the sensitive tip left him speechless—he hadn’t even realized how fully, painfully hard he was.
Isaac pressed down on the head with deliberate pressure, and Adam jerked as the sensation—somewhere between pain and pleasure—spread through his entire body.
“J-Just… do what you…”
Adam stammered, grasping for words.
“Just… do what you want.”
“What I want?” Isaac tilted his head. “What are you referring to?”
“……”
“You brought it up. Shouldn’t you explain properly?”
The hand stroking his cock slid lower, grazing his damp sac before gripping his ass firmly.
Adam shook his head instinctively.
Gone was his usual composed expression—his face was now twisted in something close to distress, his eyes wet and vulnerable like a lost child.
“Th-The act… to… to impregnate me…”
“Is that one phrase really so embarrassing?”
Isaac’s lips quirked in faint amusement.
“You’re acting like a virgin.”
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