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Soft, pale arms wrapped around his neck.

Wherever Lowell’s fingers grazed, even down to his hair, Felix’s skin reacted acutely.

The sensation was unfamiliar, though he told himself it was all due to the omega’s pheromones.

“My apologies for causing a disturbance. May I be excused from the gathering for now?”

“There’s no need to ask for permission. Just go,” the crown prince replied, gesturing dismissively.

His gaze swept over the room, cold and calculating, as if assessing who might be responsible for the chaos.

He seemed less concerned about his cousin and more displeased by the disorder at an event he was attending.

Felix, seething at the prince’s inhuman attitude, quickened his pace to escape this wretched space.

Lowell, cradled in his arms, grew hotter by the moment, and his pheromones became increasingly potent, practically seducing the alpha holding him.

Once they entered a deserted corridor, Felix’s own tension eased slightly, and a smoky apple scent began to seep from him—a fragrance he despised.

“Hngh…”

But Lowell seemed to perceive it differently.

Burying his nose in Felix’s neck, he sniffed eagerly, as though the scent were lifeblood itself.

“You smell so good.”

Then he smiled brightly at Felix, his expression radiant under the moonlight like a lighthouse guiding a lone ship.

Felix felt an overwhelming urge to reach that light, despite knowing it was all the work of the drugs at play.

Yet, he couldn’t stop his heart from being drawn in.

Glancing down at the swelling in his robes, Felix frowned.

“Hold on tight,” he instructed again.

Feeling Lowell tighten his grip, Felix sped up, nearly running.

Finally, an empty guest room appeared before them.

After fumbling with the handle for a few moments, he managed to open the door.

Gently laying Lowell down on the comfortable bed, Felix took several deep breaths before turning away.

“I’ll go fetch some medicine.”

Succumbing to temptation was easy, but Felix had learned long ago that resisting it was far more valuable.

Falling to temptation meant facing the enemies who lay in wait with daggers drawn.

His self-control was less a virtue and more a desperate fight for survival.

“Felix, don’t go.”

Even so, he couldn’t shake off the faint call and the tug on his sleeve.

“Please… help me.”

Lowell’s unfocused eyes glimmered with need, his words slurred from the haze of pheromones and the drug.

It was clear which plea he should heed—those uttered before the drug took hold—but Felix hesitated, torn.

“Shh, just a little patience. The medicine will fix everything soon.”

Felix awkwardly patted Lowell’s head, trying to console him.

He had never comforted a child, let alone an adult.

As a boy, he had envied the love other children received from their parents, often mimicking them in secret when he needed solace.

Remembering those moments, he touched Lowell cautiously.

“Can’t you just hold me instead?”

Lowell’s tear-filled eyes glistened.

He had lost his rationality the moment they left the hall—or perhaps the instant his body heated up.

It was remarkable he’d retained any composure at all until now, and blaming him would be unjust.

“Felix… please save me.”

Lowell rubbed his face against Felix’s hand, his voice desperate.

As tears like precious jewels rolled down Lowell’s cheeks, Felix felt like the worst kind of scum.

“Just hold on a little longer.”

But even as he spoke, Felix found himself climbing onto the bed.

His pheromones, which he had barely managed to suppress, now overflowed, filling the room.

Lowell gasped, struggling to breathe.

“I can’t… I can’t take it anymore.”

Felix cursed under his breath before leaning in to kiss Lowell.

The omega’s soft, sweet tongue welcomed him eagerly.

Felix’s hands trembled slightly as he began to remove Lowell’s clothes.

He knew that if he let his guard down for even a moment, he might end up thrusting into an unprepared body—something he dreaded.

“Ah… hurry, it’s too hot… my head… it feels like it’s going to burst.”

Oblivious to Felix’s restraint, Lowell clung to him, pleading.

Meanwhile, another rush of slick fluid seeped out, soaking through his pants.

Clicking his tongue, Felix moved his hand to Lowell’s waistband.

As he unfastened the button and pulled the fabric down, Lowell lifted his hips slightly to assist.

“You look so innocent, yet here you are, acting so lewd.”

Despite his words, Felix hurriedly tugged down Lowell’s underwear, revealing the mess within.

It was utterly chaotic.

Lowell, who usually preferred being in control and taking the lead in intimate moments, found himself utterly at the mercy of his first heat.

Though he hated situations where he lost control, his body wouldn’t stop trembling in anticipation.

“Stay still.”

“I… I want to, but… ah…”

As Felix’s hand touched Lowell’s overheated body, an electric sensation seemed to course through both of them.

Feeling as though his head might explode, Felix slipped a finger into the dripping wet entrance.

The tight, warm walls clenched around him in response.

“Is it normal for this much fluid to come out?”

“I don’t know… don’t say stuff like that.”

Felix wasn’t trying to tease; he genuinely wondered.

But Lowell felt mortified, wishing he could crawl into a hole.

Worse, his body betrayed him, the slick walls pulsing as if to beg for more.

‘I should be too old to get embarrassed over this.’

Yet the inability to control his arousal was maddening.

“It’s so wet inside.”

Felix continued his commentary, oblivious to Lowell’s protests.

Perhaps his own arousal, so intense his eyes were bloodshot, had dulled his ability to listen.

“I’ll add another finger.”

“…Go ahead.”

Felix inserted a second finger, carefully spreading the tight walls.

Despite his urge to plunge in deeper, he maintained control, knowing the omega’s body wasn’t ready yet.

The snug heat around his fingers was almost too much to bear.

“More… I need more.”

Lowell’s desperate voice spurred Felix on.

Clenching his teeth, he worked his fingers deeper, stretching and preparing the omega’s body.

Just as he thought it might be enough and started to withdraw slightly—

“A-ah… ngh…”

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Lowell clenched his toes inward, struggling to endure the sharp waves of pleasure.

Despite his effort, he couldn’t hold out and began trembling uncontrollably, releasing spurts of cum.

Embarrassed by how quickly he’d climaxed, his ears burned red, even as his mind swam in heat.

“Does it feel good here?”

Felix, who paused briefly, slid another finger inside and pressed against a particular spot.

The inner walls swelled as if urging him to push deeper.

Lowell felt as though the heat pooling in his core would completely burn him up.

Even though he had just come moments ago, his cock swelled again, showing no sign of relenting.

All he could do was cover his mouth to stifle the moans that threatened to escape.

“Just put it in, please.”

The words slipped out, borne of a desperate wish for everything to end quickly.

But to Felix, the plea sounded like a tantalizing temptation.

Stripping off his lower garments, Felix aligned himself with the invitingly slick entrance.

Feeling something heavier than he’d imagined, Lowell glanced downward in a panic.

“It… it won’t fit. It’s not going to go in.”

“But you told me to put it in.”

Without waiting for further protest, Felix pressed the tip inside.

Even with just the head entering, Lowell’s entrance protested, letting out a silent scream.

The tightness was overwhelming for both of them, and Felix furrowed his brows, also struggling with the pressure.

“Relax your breathing. Let go of the tension.”

“It hurts—it’s tearing me apart.”

Overwhelmed by a pain he’d never experienced before, Lowell’s vision blurred white.

Instinctively, he reached out to escape, but his body betrayed him, busy releasing slick in preparation for the intrusion.

“Does it hurt?”

Felix whispered into his ear as he pinned Lowell’s escaping hands.

His voice, low and raspy, sent shivers down Lowell’s spine.

Sensing the way his body briefly went slack, Felix pulled back slightly, only to push in deeper.

“Hah, ahhh!”

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