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They left the terrace, moved through the living room, and then to the bedroom.
Even during all that, their hungry mouths never parted.
If anything, their kisses only grew faster and more intense.
Wookyung didn’t even realize when he ended up half-reclining on the bed.
Saliva mixed, and Saheon stole every breath from him.
His lips and tongue throbbed from being bitten and sucked so relentlessly.
“Nnngh…”
A large hand slipped under his shirt, sweeping over his abs, and Wookyung moaned.
But even that moan was swallowed by Saheon’s demanding lips.
That hand caressed his waist and stomach, lingered at his hips, then slowly moved upward.
It was both tender and seductively teasing.
“Haah… Let’s take off your clothes.”
As soon as their lips parted, Saheon’s voice spilled out—deeper than usual, rich with sensuality.
Wookyung nodded and reached for Saheon’s groin, but was stopped.
Confused, he looked up only to see Saheon’s fingers already undoing his buttons.
Apparently, when he said “let’s take them off,” he meant he would do it.
Wookyung let him.
Wrapping his arms around Saheon’s neck and looking up at him, his mouth was invaded by that tongue once more.
Wookyung responded eagerly to the stimulation.
The alpha with deft hands had Wookyung’s shirt off in no time.
One arm slid out, then the other—done in seconds.
And the kissing never stopped.
As his right sleeve slipped off, Wookyung reached down and started unfastening Saheon’s pants.
“Nn, nnh, nn…”
Between the deepening kisses, Wookyung succeeded in his task.
He reached out and stroked Saheon’s semi-hardened member.
His touch was bold, and Saheon quickly swelled in his palm.
“What did I do to get you this turned on already?”
When they broke for air, Wookyung teased.
Saheon raised his eyebrows as if the answer was obvious while licking slowly around Wookyung’s wet lips.
“We were kissing. And you touched me. Of course I am.”
Then, suddenly, he ducked his head.
“Ah…!”
Wookyung gasped, back arching, at the heat pressed against his sensitive nipple.
He thought he wouldn’t feel much at first.
But just a light suck sent a jolt down his spine.
“Wookyung… you do it too.”
There was no need to ask what he meant.
After giving one nipple a firm lick, Saheon joined his hands and pressed them against his own arousal.
Wookyung didn’t refuse the bold request.
He grasped Saheon’s fully hardened shaft and stroked it up and down.
He’d thought it was already big, but after a few up-and-down strokes, it grew even thicker.
It was surreal—had this really been inside him before?
“Haah…”
Heat pooled around the opposite ridge as his other hand slid down to free Wookyung’s length.
It didn’t take long for their cocks to press together.
This time, Saheon overlapped Wookyung’s hand with his own and began stroking them both at once.
The tips, already swollen with arousal, soon grew slick.
Before long, a glossy sheen of fluid coated them, dripping down.
The sheer presence of Saheon’s thickness—almost too much to fully grip—and Wookyung’s own length left their fingers and the backs of their hands glistening with shared wetness.
“Hngk, hah…”
Wookyung’s gaze dropped without thinking.
Saheon noticed, lifting his head.
His crescent-moon eyes were unfairly pretty, and as Wookyung stared, fresh pheromones spilled from him.
In response, Saheon released his own scent—deep and crisp.
The two pheromones tangled in the air, merging into one.
Just that was enough to send a strange satisfaction curling through Wookyung.
They hadn’t even joined yet, but he already felt fused with Saheon.
Is this why alphas and omegas worship pheromones so much?
The absurd thought flitted through his mind.
“I’m close…”
His fully hardened length twitched violently—a sign of his impending climax.
Wookyung’s body had already sunk entirely into the bed.
Saheon’s hand sped up, stroking their combined lengths.
Overwhelmed, Wookyung shuddered, his hips jerking.
He came first, spilling over with a gasp.
Seconds later, Saheon followed.
The aftermath left their bodies damp and sticky.
“Haaah…”
Wookyung caught his breath, glancing down before quickly looking away.
He didn’t have the courage to linger on the explicit sight.
Unlike his flustered state, Saheon dragged his wet fingers down Wookyung’s lower stomach, lips parted as he chewed gently on his own bottom lip, stoking the embers of desire anew.
At first, Wookyung thought he was just wiping them clean—until he realized, belatedly, that Saheon’s hand had slipped between the curve of his ass.
Instinctively, Wookyung gripped Saheon’s shoulders.
The man paused, meeting his gaze.
The unspoken question in his eyes made Wookyung swallow dryly.
“Hey, wait…”
Now that he was staring at that thing, doubt crashed over him.
Had it really fit inside him before?
Sure, he’d taken it twice already.
But both times, the situation had been so desperate he hadn’t had time to think.
Meaning this was the first time he was facing it sober.
And now, faced with Saheon’s intimidating arousal, he wasn’t sure he could handle it.
…Does that even fit?
His gaze flicked downward.
“Let’s start with just fingers.”
Saheon seemed to read his hesitation.
Wookyung nodded stiffly at the compromise.
“Wookyung.”
A fingertip brushed his entrance, teasing.
He flinched, meeting Saheon’s eyes again.
“Relax. Let your pheromones out.”
Obediently, Wookyung released the scent he’d been holding back.
By now, he was getting used to it.
A flicker of pride warmed him—until Saheon’s own pheromones thickened in response, the shift in the air palpable.
Strangely, his body relaxed too.
More than that, he realized with a jolt that he was growing wet inside.
“Ah—!”
He blinked, startled.
This had happened before—not long ago, during his heat.
Back then, the sudden slickness had left him flustered.
“This is…”
“Normal for omegas reacting to pheromones.”
Saheon said it like it was nothing.
But for Wookyung, who’d never experienced this before, it was still unnerving.
His trembling eyes must have betrayed him, because Saheon leaned in, kissing him softly.
The moment his body loosened, two fingers pushed inside.
The slick walls yielded easily, swallowing Saheon’s fingers without resistance.
He moved slowly, carefully, as if afraid of startling him.
Somehow, that only made Wookyung more desperate.
Without thinking, he clenched around the intrusion—then flushed at his own action.
“So pretty, Wookyung.”
Saheon’s lips brushed his burning cheek, then trailed lower with a hot, open-mouthed kiss.
Since when am I some affection-starved pup?
“Ah—!”
All thought vanished as those fingers pressed right there.
A shiver raced down his spine.
His fingers dug into Saheon’s shoulders, toes curling.
“Ah—hah, wait—why—nngh, there—!”
The same spot was rubbed, prodded, relentless.
Wookyung squirmed, thighs trembling.
His cock twitched back to full hardness, leaking anew.
“Ah—enough!”
Why’s he so fixated today?
Wookyung glared.
Saheon, now working a third finger in, glanced up at the stare.
“Wookyung. You’re so fucking sexy right now.”
No protest came.
Only then did Wookyung register the lewd, squelching sounds beneath him.
His face burned hotter.
His eyes darted, searching for escape.
“J-just put it in already.”
The only way out was forward.
Wookyung carded a hand through Saheon’s damp hair, urging him on.
“Hurry.”
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