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Chester, his massive frame tensing, sheathed himself fully inside.
Adam writhed, struggling to escape the pleasure, only to jerk his chin up suddenly—as if struck—before collapsing limply to the floor.
Smack!
“Hihk!”
The sound tore through the silence—Chester’s palm striking flesh.
The reddening imprint bloomed across Adam’s backside.
Startled, Adam whipped his head around, eyes wide.
Tears pooled at the corners before spilling down his cheeks in rapid streaks.
Chester merely smiled, hand still raised.
His expression was disarmingly gentle for someone who’d just delivered a spanking.
“Sorry. Did that hurt?”
“Nh—!”
“You still need to keep your back straight, though.”
Pat, pat.
He soothingly rubbed the very spot he’d struck, his touch tender yet carrying the unspoken threat of another slap if disobeyed.
Adam hastily arched his back, bowing his head low.
Schlk, schlk—
The obscene wet sounds matched the rhythm of their rocking bodies.
Isaac’s gaze dropped to where they were joined.
The cock plunging between those small buttocks moved ruthlessly.
The slick fluids dripping from Adam’s entrance had frosted into white, sticky lather under the relentless friction—a lewd contrast against the reddened, clenching rim.
Watching it stirred an impulse in Isaac: he wanted to push something into that hole too.
A finger, his own cock—anything.
To bury a part of himself inside that pheromone-drenched heat and wreck it.
He exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face.
His usually icy expression was now flushed with warmth.
“Ah—ahh, nn, there…!”
Adam’s high-pitched moan clung to Isaac’s ears.
“There… feels good.”
Finally, an honest admission spilled from those lips.
Without realizing it, Isaac leaned closer, until his face hovered just above Adam’s.
But Adam kept his head down, whimpering softly.
…Curious.
He wanted to see what expression Adam was making.
He’d never felt this kind of curiosity about anyone before.
Driven by unfamiliar interest, Isaac hooked a finger under Adam’s chin and lifted it.
“Ah—nnh!”
Adam’s face was a mess.
Damp hair clung to his forehead; his eyes, glazed with pleasure, were smudged with tears; his parted lips glistened with spit.
…Ruined.
Even the first time they’d slept together, Adam had looked like this—all that usual poise and sharp intellect crumbling under desire.
The thought sent a jolt of electricity through Isaac’s fingertips.
“You seem… quite interested in Adam’s face, hmm?”
Chester’s teasing voice came from behind.
He paused his thrusts, sweeping back his hair with one hand.
His eyes narrowed momentarily, as if recalling something, a sly smirk playing on his lips.
Isaac frowned at the look.
“Now, Adam.”
The moment Isaac sensed something was coming, Chester spoke again.
“Remember what I taught you earlier? Why don’t you try it on our dear Isaac here?”
“He’ll like it, I’m sure,” he added in a coaxing whisper.
Adam’s green eyes darted nervously.
Isaac immediately recognized his hesitation.
“You don’t have to.”
“But he will like it.”
Chester’s lips curved.
He was clearly enjoying this too much.
Isaac moved to stand—
Then Adam’s unsteady hand rose, fingers wrapping around Isaac’s wrist.
The grip on his chin twitched.
…How bold.
Isaac had already said it wasn’t necessary.
Yet here Adam was, touching him without permission.
Just as his expression hardened in displeasure—
Adam took a deep breath, squeezed his eyes shut, and let out a shaky exhale.
Another tear rolled down his cheek.
His damp, pink-tinted lashes looked as fragile as newly bloomed rose petals.
That heartbreakingly vulnerable face inexplicably softened Isaac’s irritation.
The unexpected shift in his own emotions left him tense.
Since when had someone’s expression alone swayed his mood?
“Go on…”
Chester’s velvety voice wrapped around them.
Isaac remained still, watching.
Adam, eyes still closed, leaned closer—
What are you planning?
Isaac’s curiosity was quickly satisfied.
A faint breath tickled his cheek, followed by the damp press of lips against his—clumsy, hesitant, and tender.
The hand that had been gripping his chin dropped limply.
Isaac stared straight ahead.
Downcast eyes were right in front of him.
A corner of his chest prickled with something unnameable.
“Mmm…”
The soft sound came from Adam.
After a brief hesitation, Adam tilted his head slightly, warm breath ghosting over Isaac’s lips as if urging them to part.
Did they teach him this too?
Had they really instructed him on how to kiss?
Surely, he couldn’t have had no experience pressing his lips to someone else’s.
The thought sparked curiosity.
With a face like that, plenty of women must have adored him.
And yet, the idea that he was a young man who had never once kissed anyone was nothing short of fascinating.
Isaac, who had been frozen like a statue, finally parted his lips.
He sucked gently on Adam’s lower lip before slipping his tongue inside.
The moment the tip of his tongue flicked against Adam’s, the younger man’s eyes widened like a startled rabbit’s.
“…!”
The reaction suggested he hadn’t expected this.
Amusing.
Had he forgotten how Isaac had teased the inside of his mouth with his fingers before?
Remembering the slick heat and the way Adam’s tongue had writhed, Isaac stole his breath away.
Adam’s grip on his shoulders tightened as his breathing grew ragged.
Slick—schlk—
The wet sound burst between them, and Isaac pulled Adam fully into his embrace.
When his thick tongue prodded the roof of Adam’s mouth, the younger man shuddered violently.
His fingers dug into Isaac’s shoulders, the strain evident.
“Haah… haah… ngh…”
The moment Isaac pulled back, Adam’s body jerked.
The sound of his panting near Isaac’s ear was obscenely sweet.
Isaac savored it before shifting his gaze.
“Taught him well, didn’t I?”
Chester was watching with satisfaction, clearly pleased to see his lessons in action.
“You said he’d never kissed anyone before. What else could I do? Had to show him how it’s done.”
“……”
“I’m his first kiss, and you’re his first lover. Interesting, isn’t it?”
Chester didn’t wait for a reply.
Instead, he snapped his hips forward sharply.
Adam’s eyes flew open at the sudden movement.
“Just when he thinks he’s been tamed, you wreck him. Like this—”
“Ah—! Aaah…!”
“He’s falling apart from pleasure.”
With that, Chester drove into him with brutal force.
His thick thighs tensed as he pistoned into Adam’s tight heat, the slick sounds of their joining dripping lewdly below.
“T-too f-fast—ah!”
Adam clung to Isaac, who stared down at him without so much as a tremble.
All the while, the thick cock buried inside him never slowed its relentless pace.
“Ngh… c-can’t… take… anymore… hng…!”
Sobbing, Adam pressed his face into Isaac’s shoulder, rubbing his flushed cheek against him between ragged breaths.
The way he acted, almost like he was begging for affection, sent Isaac’s own breathing off rhythm.
He bit his lower lip hard, thoughts simmering.
This is maddening.
The man crying in his arms was unbearably lewd.
The omega’s pheromones engulfed Isaac, drowning him in a heady mix of floral scents—elegant yet sensual, intoxicating yet innocent.
Contradictions tangled like spider silk.
Isaac stood abruptly. Adam’s arms fell limply to his sides.
Keeping his gaze fixed on the trembling man, Isaac freed his own erection—hard and glistening with arousal.
“Hah.”
A short exhale, then he gripped himself in one hand.
Adam was right there, dazed from the rough fucking yet still watching with confusion.
Without realizing it, Isaac’s eyes dropped to Adam’s lips—swollen and wet from where he’d been biting and licking them.
The pleasure coiled deep within him surged violently.
A muscle near Isaac’s eye twitched.
The urge to push something past those parted lips overwhelmed him—his fingers, his tongue, or maybe… his cock.
Stroke. Slide. Slip.
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