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His teeth were small, but their tips were razor-sharp—sharp enough that even the slightest graze would leave a mark.
Yet, despite being clumsy even at sucking over the fabric, Jeongseo had become daring in his actions.
Realizing this, Pyo Yoontae halted Jeongseo’s approach, pressing a firm hand against his forehead just as his exposed length neared the other’s lips.
“…Why?”
At Jeongseo’s questioning gaze, Pyo Yoontae curled his lips into a smirk and bent down slightly.
“I want to kiss you, Jeongseo.”
Jeongseo, who had looked annoyed at the interruption, immediately brightened.
Wrapping his arms around Pyo Yoontae’s neck, he leaned in, pressing their lips together.
Unlike usual, he licked at Yoontae’s lips eagerly before giving them a small bite.
“Ugh…”
The sharp sting made Pyo Yoontae frown.
At the low groan, Jeongseo’s brown ears perked up, but that was all.
With his eyes tightly shut, he clung to Pyo Yoontae, rubbing himself against him, licking at his lips before biting down again.
The way Jeongseo panted heavily, unsure of what to do, was unbearably cute.
Momentarily forgetting the pain, Pyo Yoontae let it continue—until, unable to resist any longer, he parted his lips.
The moment he did, Jeongseo tightened his grip around Yoontae’s neck, pushing his tongue between his lips.
With Jeongseo clinging to him so desperately, Pyo Yoontae straightened his back, scooping him up.
Supporting him securely, he skillfully kicked off his shoes.
Dropping Jeongseo now was out of the question.
The priority was getting him to take his suppressant.
When Pyo Yoontae gently pushed him away, Jeongseo pouted, lips still slick from kissing.
“Jeongseo, where’s your heat suppressant?”
Even though he clearly heard the question, Jeongseo only stared at Yoontae, breath ragged as if his mind wasn’t working properly.
Pyo Yoontae wondered if the alcohol was to blame—until he suddenly remembered something critical.
You shouldn’t take suppressants immediately after drinking.
At least two hours needed to pass before taking it safely.
As Pyo Yoontae considered his options, Jeongseo responded sluggishly.
“Next to the bed… in the drawer, I think. But more than that, hurry, hurry…”
Murmuring, Jeongseo pressed his nose against Yoontae’s neck, rubbing against him.
He was scenting him—desperately craving his pheromones.
Suppressing the heat stirring in his own body, Pyo Yoontae grabbed a water bottle from the sink and carried Jeongseo into the bedroom.
At the very least, one of them needed to take their suppressant first.
Although heat suppressants weren’t identical to rut suppressants, their effects overlapped.
Since both states were fundamentally the same—an uncontrollable mating drive—it would provide some level of relief.
Technically, running next door to take his own suppressant would be ideal, but…
Pyo Yoontae glanced down at Jeongseo, whose lower half trembled faintly in his palm.
“My stomach… itches so bad…”
Tears welled in Jeongseo’s eyes as he rubbed his face against Yoontae’s shoulder, arms tightening around his neck as if refusing to let go.
Going home wasn’t an option.
Making a decision, Pyo Yoontae carefully laid Jeongseo on the bed.
“Jeongseo, wait a second. I need to take mine first.”
Jeongseo whined in protest but, after some coaxing, reluctantly loosened his grip.
Opening the first drawer by the bedside, Pyo Yoontae spotted the suppressant where Jeongseo had said it would be.
Just as he reached for it, something else caught his eye.
Frowning, he glanced over—and froze.
There, placed brazenly inside the drawer, was a box of condoms.
For a brief moment, Pyo Yoontae wondered if he was in his own apartment instead.
But no matter how many times he looked, this was Jeongseo’s room, and that was a box of condoms—right there in his bedside drawer.
“…What’s this, Jeongseo? Why is this here?”
Jeongseo, who had been staring blankly at Yoontae, tilted his head.
Following his line of sight, he let out a quiet “Ah.”
“Well, we need them… ah?”
He looked completely unbothered, as if nothing was wrong.
Of course, Pyo Yoontae was a dominant Alpha, and Jeongseo was an Omega—it was essential.
That’s what they had been taught.
But Pyo Yoontae just kept staring at him.
Feeling as if he had done something wrong, Jeongseo hastily added,
“You can’t do it without them, and my mom said I should handle things properly…! We need them, right…?”
As he spoke, a memory suddenly resurfaced.
[If you find your first love, what would you do?]
[Have babies right away.]
Jeongseo’s pupils trembled, his body curling slightly.
Having children with Pyo Yoontae.
The thought sent an unbearable shockwave through his core, an even stronger thirst consuming him.
His mind, drowning in his own pheromones, couldn’t think straight.
Did he not want it yet? No—was he even sure about that?
Conflicted, Jeongseo looked up at Pyo Yoontae.
Yoontae’s expression was unreadable as he let out a rough, scraping sound from his throat.
Then, grasping the pill bottle in one hand, he clenched one of the condom boxes so tightly that it crumpled.
“Jeongseo.”
His voice was low, thick with something heavy and uncontainable.
A dangerous tension filled the air as he leaned down, pressing Jeongseo into the bed.
“You seem to know my preferences too well.”
Just imagining Jeongseo going out on his own to buy these condoms made Yoontae’s blood boil.
And not just one box—two.
What the hell had he been thinking?
Breath hitching, he stared at the innocent face looking up at him, unaware of what it was doing to him.
The sheer lack of any ulterior motive in Jeongseo’s expression only made Yoontae even more desperate.
His grip tightened, and with a sharp pop, the box burst in his hand.
At that moment, his ears and tail emerged.
Jeongseo’s gaze was briefly drawn to the black fur flicking rapidly side to side—before the air around them changed.
Pyo Yoontae’s pheromones thickened drastically, their concentration on a whole new level.
The potent scent dug into Jeongseo’s skin, making him shudder. His body went limp.
As he collapsed backward, Pyo Yoontae wasted no time.
Stripping off Jeongseo’s pants and underwear in one swift motion, he revealed a sight even filthier than expected.
His thighs were already drenched, slick with arousal, and the tip of his cock twitched, leaking clear liquid.
The sight alone made Pyo Yoontae bite down on his lower lip.
Tearing off his own shirt, he leaned in, sinking his teeth into Jeongseo’s nape as his hand slipped downward.
A primal, instinctive movement.
“…Ah.”
Jeongseo let out a small sound.
As he slid his fingers between the parted legs, they pressed against the slick entrance, already wet.
Even without seeing it, he could feel the subtle, fluttering movements of the opening against his fingertips.
Normally, he would have taken his time, touching more leisurely—but right now, there was no room for that.
As soon as his fingertips swept over the slick entrance, two fingers pushed in at once, sinking deep.
“Ah, hngh…!”
Jeongseo’s hips lifted sharply as his thighs trembled.
Maybe it was because of the heat cycle, but although he was still tight inside, it had loosened enough to feel as if it had been filled with gel.
The soft flesh, wrapped snugly around two fingers, was burning hot, making Pyo Yoontae pull away from biting Jeongseo’s nape to look at his face.
Tears clung to the corners of Jeongseo’s eyes as he gasped loudly every time his inner walls were touched.
No matter where he pressed, the sensitive membrane clenched tightly around him, dripping with slickness.
He hadn’t even done much, yet his fingers were already soaked down to the base.
He should loosen him up a bit more.
He should.
But contrary to that thought, Pyo Yoontae was already pulling his fingers out as he murmured in a pleading voice.
“I want to put it in, Jeongseo.”
He wanted to thrust inside this heat right now.
Despite his flushed and aroused expression, Pyo Yoontae nuzzled against Jeongseo’s cheek, nape—anywhere he could, rubbing his face against him with a needy whine.
When the fingers that had been stretching him slipped out, Jeongseo felt an aching emptiness that felt especially unbearable today.
He grabbed the back of Pyo Yoontae’s head.
“Stop… and just hurry…!”
At Jeongseo’s urgent demand, Pyo Yoontae hastily tore open a condom and sat up.
His zipper had already been undone for a while, so when he pulled down his boxer briefs, his fully erect length sprang free.
His hands fumbled in impatience, but he eventually managed to roll the condom on.
Gripping Jeongseo’s thighs, he lifted them and positioned the swollen head of his cock at the entrance.
Pressing down firmly, he nudged against the tight opening, pushing insistently.
The searing heat inside felt as though it was sucking him in.
Overwhelmed by the sensation pooling in his lower body, Pyo Yoontae let out a shaky breath, murmuring, “So tight…”
Even with his mind hazy, Jeongseo couldn’t help but be taken aback at those words.
Hadn’t he specifically asked for the largest size when buying them?
But before he could dwell on that thought, the tip, which had only been pressing in lightly, began to push deeper, stretching him open.
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