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Jeongseo stopped in front of the entrance and turned around.
Pyo Yoontae stood leaning against the door, not even bothering to take off his shoes, silently watching Jeongseo.
Heat?
But there were still days left until his expected heat cycle.
“…Heat?”
Jeongseo tilted his head and brought his wrist close to his nose.
His eyelids trembled slightly as he finally realized—his pheromones were spilling out uncontrollably.
Usually, omegas were insensitive to their own pheromones, and being drunk only made him more oblivious.
If it had been a normal day, he would have noticed right away, given how intensely they were seeping out.
He wouldn’t have mistaken the heat coursing through his body as just the effects of alcohol, either.
The moment he became aware of it, a scorching sensation spread through his body, making his insides tingle.
His breathing grew uneven, and with hazy eyes, he looked at Pyo Yoontae.
His pheromones were already thick in the air, but now they surged toward Pyo Yoontae like a violent wave.
The sweet scent clung to his throat and lungs, making his chest burn with a prickling sensation.
In the end, Pyo Yoontae couldn’t hold back, exhaling a hot breath before covering his mouth and nose.
He had originally planned to ask why Jeongseo had been grinning like an idiot while letting that Alpha bastard grab his wrist.
He had wanted an answer immediately, but now wasn’t the time.
Biting down hard on the inside of his cheek, Pyo Yoontae forced out, “For now… take your meds and get some rest. If you need anything, call or message me, and I’ll leave it by your door.”
But even he was struggling to maintain his composure after being exposed to Jeongseo’s pheromones for too long.
Just a few days ago, he had considered spending the rut period with Jeongseo.
But that had been under controlled circumstances—nothing like this sudden, unpredictable situation.
Though they had been physically intimate before, Pyo Yoontae had never gone all the way.
It wasn’t just because it was Jeongseo’s first time—he was inexperienced, too.
He had wanted everything to be carefully prepared, ensuring as little pain as possible and making it a good experience.
But if Jeongseo’s pheromones were this intoxicating, Pyo Yoontae knew he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back.
Even when he had only used his fingers, the pleasure had sent shivers down his spine.
At the intrusive thoughts creeping into his mind, Pyo Yoontae swallowed dryly, already feeling a dull ache below.
No, he had to leave.
Because it was Jeongseo’s pheromones, Pyo Yoontae knew his body would respond immediately, dragging him into a rut no matter what.
After a long, agonizing pause, he finally turned, gripping the doorknob with trembling fingers—
“Yoontae, don’t go.”
The voice was quiet, but it rang crystal clear, as if the volume had been turned up.
His grip tightened until his knuckles turned white.
He had told himself again and again that he couldn’t, but now he was drowning in doubt.
Before he could even turn around, he felt Jeongseo approaching from behind.
Flushed cheeks framed his pale face as he reached out, grabbing Pyo Yoontae’s wrist.
The already thick scent became even more overwhelming, and Jeongseo’s dark pupils dilated before narrowing slightly.
“…No, Jeongseo. You’re in heat.”
“Why does that mean we can’t?”
Pyo Yoontae exhaled slowly and turned his head.
Their gazes locked.
Jeongseo’s round, brown eyes were wide and pleading as they looked up at him.
Fuck.
Pyo Yoontae cursed under his breath.
“I can barely keep it together right now, Jeongseo. I’m going to end up hurting you…”
Jeongseo’s hands dropped at his self-deprecating words.
The warmth that had been seeping into his skin suddenly disappeared.
Even though he knew this was the right choice, Pyo Yoontae almost reached for him.
Ignoring the regret clawing up his throat, he made for the door—only for his hand to slip from the knob at the sudden sensation of something tugging at him.
“Jeongseo!”
Jeongseo had dropped to his knees, clutching at the waistband of Pyo Yoontae’s jeans.
His dazed smile sent shivers down Pyo Yoontae’s spine as he unfastened the button.
“What are you doing? I told you not to—”
Jeongseo had never been this forward before, and it threw Pyo Yoontae off.
Flustered, he grabbed both of Jeongseo’s wrists, his pulse hammering.
His face burned red, his heartbeat erratic.
Blocked just before unzipping, Jeongseo pouted and pressed his cheek against Yoontae’s hand, rubbing against it.
Then, as his brown ears flicked up, he looked up with wide eyes.
“But I want to… Do you hate it when I act like this, Yoontae?”
His lips quivered slightly as he spoke, and beneath them, a tiny mole trembled with every word.
The scent of his pheromones thickened, growing sweeter—his body instinctively coaxing an Alpha into giving in.
Pyo Yoontae felt his brain go fuzzy, his vision blurring for a second.
This damned, tempting ferret…
In the end, he let go of Jeongseo’s hands and covered his face, groaning.
“…I like it too much, Jeongseo…”
He lost. There was no way he could resist this.
The moment his hands were freed, Jeongseo smiled in satisfaction and tugged the zipper down.
A rush of heat spread out as the fabric parted.
Jeongseo stared at Pyo Yoontae’s erection, then slowly brought his lips close.
When he flicked his tongue against it, a breathy groan escaped from above.
Pyo Yoontae was already covering his mouth with one hand, staring down.
Straight to his tongue, not even using his hands first—his boldness sent a sharp thrill through Pyo Yoontae.
Yet, despite his daring actions, his movements were clumsy.
His small, flushed tongue hesitantly licked over the fabric, as if tasting soft-serve ice cream.
The sensation was subtle, but the visual stimulation alone was enough to make Yoontae tremble.
Before he could stop himself, he nearly shoved Jeongseo’s face against his cock.
Instead, his trembling hands cautiously settled on Jeongseo’s head, his fingers brushing against soft strands of hair.
Jeongseo, eyes half-lidded, licked again, pressing his lips against the fabric in a lingering touch.
The friction of the rough fabric against his skin sent an electric shiver down Pyo Yoontae’s spine.
His pheromones, usually cold and sharp, turned damp and heavy with arousal.
Jeongseo took a deep breath, feeling the intoxicating heat spread through his body.
His mind felt light and hazy.
He just wanted to have everything that belonged to Pyo Yoontae.
His cock strained against the tight confines, the outline pressing against the fabric.
Jeongseo ran his tongue along the length, tracing the shape before sucking lightly.
Pyo Yoontae’s fingers clenched against his head.
It felt like he was saying he liked it.
Jeongseo eagerly continued, pressing against him with all the enthusiasm he could muster.
The black fabric darkened with dampness, coated with an indistinguishable mix of their heat.
His tongue tingled with a thick, slightly sweet taste.
“Haa…”
Despite not being directly stimulated, Jeongseo’s lower body twitched involuntarily.
Somewhere deep in his abdomen, an unbearable itch spread, and he could feel himself getting damp.
Unable to stay still, he tensed and relaxed his thighs repeatedly, his body shifting restlessly.
The initially awkward movements of his lips became bolder, and just as Jeongseo, his eyes filled with hunger, pulled down the remaining fabric and parted his lips—
Pyo Yoontae, who had been intently watching the sight of Jeongseo going down on him, noticed it.
Jeongseo’s teeth, sharpened to fine points from excitement.
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