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Chester gave him no chance to speak, sliding his tongue between the parted lips instead.
Adam’s head fell back as he felt that tongue sweeping through his mouth.
Clear droplets rolled from his wet hair, dripping onto his shoulders.
A pleasure too intense to resist spread through his body like poison.
Unconsciously, Adam released his pheromones—a scent meant to lure alphas.
Chester’s eyes instantly darkened.
“I told you not to let your scent run wild,” Chester chided softly, his voice smooth as rolling pearls.
Adam’s face burned.
Unlike his composed partner, his own ragged breaths were embarrassingly loud.
“Oh? Did I upset you? Your cheeks are all red.”
“N-no, how could I dare…?”
“Still, you should know. If you keep leaking scent like this, we’ll both be in trouble. I might lose control and pounce—just like our hot-blooded elder brother.”
Chester kneaded the thighs he held.
The teasing touch on his lower half made Adam’s brows furrow.
It was obvious things were about to take a lewd turn.
“Ah—!”
Adam’s fears were confirmed.
Something thick pressed between his spread cheeks, and the moment it prodded his entrance, shivers ran down his spine.
He shook his head and kicked his legs—he wasn’t ready to take that so soon.
“W-wait, just a second—!”
“Hm? Why?”
Playing dumb, Chester gave a single thrust of his hips.
The pressure against his rim made Adam swallow hard.
He could already imagine it—that thing, thicker than a forearm, forcing its way inside.
No.
This wasn’t like with Isaac.
Sure, Isaac had been rough, even excessive.
But at least he’d followed basic courtesy—flooding Adam with his own pheromones to coax his arousal, even preparing him carefully with his fingers.
Chester, though?
Even as their tongues tangled wetly, his pheromones hadn’t thickened at all.
And now he wanted to push in without any preparation?
Terrifying.
He might be even more domineering than his brother.
“N-not right away… I can’t—!”
“Ah. So you’re scared I’ll just shove it in raw?”
Chester laughed.
“Hmm… what to do? That just makes me more impatient. I really want to stuff my cock into this inexperienced little hole.”
The word cock spilled from lips that were red and beautiful—a stark contrast to his angelic face.
Adam stared blankly before freezing at the feel of something hot nudging below.
“Haha.”
Chester let out a low chuckle, gaze fixed on Adam’s openly fearful expression.
Then, slowly, he began moving his hips.
Slosh, slosh.
The sound of water accompanied each motion.
The thick, veined length rubbed up and down against Adam’s cock.
“Nngh…!”
The stimulation drew a moan from Adam.
The head brushed against his balls before sliding up his shaft.
When their lengths pressed together, a strange pleasure crackled through him.
Swish, slick—
Chester ground their cocks together in quick, shallow thrusts.
The friction between his thighs made Adam’s body tense.
The moment he tried to squirm, Chester whispered huskily:
“Stay still.”
Chester’s cock slid back before pressing into his core once more, pushing upward.
Adam gasped, “Hah—!” and bowed his head.
Through his blurred vision, a lewd sight filled his eyes—the other man’s length pushing his own cock aside.
“Ah….”
A thick, rigid shaft, taut as a venomous snake poised to strike.
The moment he saw its girth—far beyond anything he could compare to his own—a sigh escaped him.
Soon, that thing would be pushed inside him.
Just the thought made his stomach twist violently.
“Try to relax a little.”
“Hng—!”
Chester shoved against him even harder, grinding their cocks together in shallow thrusts, the tip of his length prodding between Adam’s thighs.
The stimulation to his lower half whited out his vision.
Adam could feel his own hips swaying pliantly on their own.
Squelch, slap, slap!
The lewd sounds echoed through the bathroom.
Adam clenched his eyes shut at the obscene noise, only for Chester to drag his tongue over his reddened earlobe.
“Hah, ah—not there, p-please stop…!”
Chester didn’t even bother responding this time.
Instead, he sucked the earlobe between his lips, rolling it with his tongue, never once halting the relentless movement of his hips.
Adam’s toes curled, his legs trembling violently.
“Ah…!”
His head spun. Adam threw his head back with a gasp, staring up at the ceiling.
The steam from the hot water, the relentless friction against his oversensitive flesh, the heat of Chester’s skin against his, the thick scent of an alpha’s pheromones—all of it stoked the dizziness overwhelming him.
The ceiling swayed.
He squeezed his eyes shut as pleasure surged to the top of his skull, wave after wave crashing over him until he could neither see nor hear.
His back arched, chest heaving.
“Ngh—hah, ah—hah!”
Ragged breaths spilled from his lips.
Chester, too, let out a low groan through clenched teeth before finally stilling.
The skin around his narrowed eyes was flushed deep red.
With a lazy smirk, he tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Your face looks good like this.”
Adam ducked his head at the words, but Chester didn’t let him hide.
He pressed kisses along his cheek and jaw, tilting his head back again.
When teeth grazed the delicate skin beneath his chin, Adam’s eyelids fluttered.
“Haah….”
The aftershocks of his climax had barely begun to fade when Chester’s grin deepened—right before he dropped an unexpected question.
“How do you think he feels about this?”
Adam’s eyes flew wide open. What did he just say?
“Your expressions really are something, aren’t they?”
As the smooth, teasing words registered, Adam thrashed in his hold.
Unlike before, Chester released him easily.
Frantic, Adam scanned the room—and froze.
Not far away, a man stood watching.
“…!”
A man with deep golden hair and crimson eyes.
His pale skin stood in stark contrast against his black shirt.
Isaac.
He stood rigid as a soldier, gaze lowered, his expression unreadable behind the faint shadow of his gold-tipped lashes.
“H-How is Sir Isaac… here?”
“I invited him.”
Chester rose slowly, stepping out of the bath.
Water dripped from his sculpted body, every inch of him lean muscle.
Completely unselfconscious in his nakedness, he strode toward his brother.
“Adam, you’re meant to bear the Carlisle family’s heir. That means carrying the next successor in this belly of yours.”
“…I’m well aware.”
Adam wiped his still-trembling arm with his palm.
“Good. Then you should also know this.” Chester’s lips curled.
“Both of us intend to put one in you.”
Isaac exhaled sharply through his nose.
“Hah. But someone—” Chester shot his brother a glance, “—has been too rough with you. Pushed you so hard it’s difficult for me to have my turn. That’s hardly fair, is it?”
“Is… that why Sir Isaac is here?”
“Obviously.”
Unlike Chester’s casual tone, Isaac wore a faintly weary expression.
He dragged a hand down his face before fixing his brother with a sharp look.
His lips parted at last, slow and deliberate.
“You said to… watch and learn.”
“Watch and—?”
“How to handle you properly. That’s what he meant.”
Only then did Adam grasp the situation.
His face burned the same shade as his hair.
“…Chester. I never thought I’d see the day I’d watch you rutting with this omega.”
“Look on the bright side, brother. You might discover the appeal of voyeurism.”
Isaac’s brow twitched slightly.
But despite his obvious displeasure, he didn’t leave.
Instead, his gaze remained locked on Adam, still half-submerged in the bath.
Adam shrank under the scrutiny.
Everywhere those eyes lingered burned like fire.
Those crimson pupils roamed over every inch of his face, relentless.
Then, with an arrogant tilt of his chin, Isaac spoke.
“Get out.”
A shudder ran through Adam at what was to come.
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