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“I’m going in.”
The heat pressing against his entrance made Wookyung swallow hard.
Then Saheon pushed forward, and Wookyung bit his lip at the sensation of his body stretching.
“D-don’t tense.”
A calloused thumb tugged his lower lip free, forcing him to relax.
“Hah—ah, nn—!”
His mouth fell open, a moan slipping out.
Despite the pheromones and arousal loosening him, the fullness was overwhelming.
That earlier feeling in his hand hadn’t been an illusion.
“W-wait—don’t move yet.”
Wookyung gripped Saheon’s broad shoulders, holding him still.
“I’m not.”
“Liar.”
He narrowed his eyes.
Saheon responded with light, fleeting kisses—lips, philtrum, the corner of his mouth.
When Wookyung glanced down, he was motionless.
Then why does it feel like he’s pulsing inside me?
The realization hit: his inner walls were clenching and relaxing around Saheon’s length, making every inch unavoidable.
His cheeks flamed.
There was no ignoring exactly what they were doing now.
“Can I move?”
Saheon murmured the question against his lips, kissing, nipping, devouring.
Wookyung couldn’t meet his eyes, nodding faintly instead.
“Ah—!”
A sharp thrust punched the sound out of him.
But it did hurt less than before—though the slow, deliberate pace made Saheon’s presence even more undeniable.
With every deep push, Wookyung felt himself being speared open, stretched taut before yielding.
A shudder raced up his spine.
“Faster….”
A Frustrated Wookyung Urged Saheon.
He tried to convince himself it was because of the intoxicating pheromones wafting in the air.
Saheon’s lips curved into a soft, tempting line.
Then, without warning, his large hands gripped Wookyung’s waist.
Thud. Thud.
The forceful thrusts came hard enough to be heard, one after another.
“Ah—ah!”
The pressure deep inside made Wookyung’s mouth fall open.
The sensation of Saheon’s length ruthlessly pressing and scraping against him was rough yet unbearably pleasurable.
Perhaps because he was quick to notice, Saheon knew exactly where to target, relentless in hitting the spots that made Wookyung tremble.
“You were so scared earlier. Hmm?”
His voice had grown even rougher.
Wookyung could instantly recognize the desire laced in it.
The hands gripping his broad shoulders tensed, and at the same time, Saheon’s movements grew more frantic.
“Ah—ah! Ngh, hah—ah! Hah!”
All Wookyung could do under the deep, rapid thrusts was moan helplessly, his mouth hanging open.
Maybe it was because he was being filled so completely, but before he knew it, tears were rolling down his flushed cheeks.
“You like this, Wookyung?”
Saheon’s tongue swiped over the salty trails, licking them away.
The soft, thick sensation against his cheek finally made Wookyung realize he was crying.
But he couldn’t stop the tears, nor could he wipe them away.
If he loosened his grip on Saheon even slightly, he knew he’d collapse onto the bed.
“Hah—ah! Ngh!”
Yet he couldn’t bring himself to tell Saheon to stop.
If anything, he wanted him to push him even harder.
He loved the intimacy—sharing breaths, exchanging saliva, their bodies entwined—but most of all, he loved these moments when they were pressed so close, completely absorbed in each other.
“Wookyung. Hmm?”
“Hah—ah! Ngh!”
If he was going to ask questions, he should at least give him a chance to answer.
But with each punishing thrust, all that escaped Wookyung’s lips were ragged moans.
“Wookyung.”
At the repeated prodding, Wookyung glared at Saheon.
His eyes were still glistening with tears, his entire face flushed like a ripe plum.
The sight was so unbearably adorable that Saheon couldn’t resist swallowing those slightly parted lips in another kiss.
Wookyung let out a muffled whimper.
Whether it was an answer to his question or a protest, Saheon didn’t care—as long as it was proof that Wookyung was completely his.
He began thrusting faster again.
By now, slick was dripping from Wookyung’s length—a clear sign his climax was near.
“Feels good, right? Hmm?”
“Y-yes! Ah—ah! Ngh! I said yes! Please!”
Unable to withstand the relentless teasing, Wookyung finally surrendered with a broken confession.
Still, he never once told him to stop.
The sensation of his own arousal rubbing against Saheon’s lower stomach was unbearably electric.
“Hah—!”
A hot rush spilled deep inside as Saheon reached his peak, filling him to the brim.
The wet heat against his walls made Wookyung squeeze his eyes shut, and soon, he followed right after.
Just as he wondered if they’d go again, Saheon slowly pulled away.
Wookyung blinked dazedly as Saheon pressed kisses to his nose, brow, eyelids, and forehead in turn.
The soft, warm touches lulled Wookyung’s eyes shut.
He hadn’t felt tired before, but sleepiness quickly overtook him.
‘There’s still more I wanted to talk to him about…’
Even as the thought crossed his mind, he couldn’t fight the exhaustion and drifted off.
When Wookyung woke again, it was to the sound of raindrops tapping against the window.
He turned his head and saw water streaking down the glass.
Rain, despite the cold weather.
Had it warmed up a little?
Lost in thought, he suddenly realized something was wrapped tightly around his torso.
“Ah.”
Looking down, he found a firm arm draped over him.
Memories from last night flooded back—falling asleep in Saheon’s embrace.
“Sleep more.”
“It’s already morning, isn’t it?”
He winced as he spoke.
His voice was horribly hoarse.
Now that he thought about it, he had been louder than usual last night.
And their encounter hadn’t even been that long.
“It’s fine.”
Fine, my ass.
What about work?
What about Associate Choi and Associate Lee?
“They already went ahead to eat and then the site.”
“What?”
He’d already contacted them?
Then what time was it now?
Wookyung’s eyes darted around in panic before landing on the wall clock.
His mouth fell open.
It was well past 10 a.m.
“Shit—hey. Let go. I said let go!”
Why was he clinging even tighter when told to release him?
Wookyung smacked his arm repeatedly, but Saheon didn’t budge.
Seriously, did he plan to just laze around all day?
After a brief struggle, Saheon finally relented and loosened his grip.
Wookyung immediately slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
“Hurry up and wash too!”
He didn’t forget to urge Saheon along.
By the time he finished showering, the room was empty.
After changing, he stepped out to find Saheon already ready, lounging on the sofa.
“I ordered food, so eat before we go. It’ll be here soon.”
Wookyung sighed at his relaxed demeanor but nodded and sat down. His gaze drifted back to the window.
The rain seemed heavier than before.
Or maybe it was just the mood—he could faintly catch the scent of pheromones lingering in the air.
He lifted his arm and sniffed.
“What?”
“I think the scent’s still on me. Should I use deodorant or something?”
“You should.”
“Huh?”
Wookyung shot him a puzzled look, but Saheon only smirked and said nothing.
He didn’t realize the meaning behind those words until he ran into Associate Choi at the exhibition hall.
The man’s eyes widened, his expression a mix of shock and concern as he scrutinized Wookyung’s face. Then, he frantically checked their surroundings.
“What’s wrong?”
If anything, Wookyung was the one confused.
“Sir, just a second.”
Confirming no one was within earshot, Associate Choi gestured toward a quieter corner of the booth, still chaotic from setup, and marched over.
His serious demeanor made Wookyung follow without protest.
By the time they stopped, Associate Choi had crossed his arms, his expression grave.
“Associate Choi, is something wrong?”
The look he gave Wookyung was complicated, almost disbelieving.
“Did Saheon not say anything to you?”
“About what?”
“He really didn’t tell you?”
Seeing Wookyung’s blank stare, Associate Choi’s face twisted in frustration.
He shot an invisible glare in Saheon’s general direction before lowering his voice.
“Sir, I can smell Saheon’s pheromones on you. That’s an alpha’s marking. Doing this without your consent is clearly a crime.”
Marking?
Wookyung blinked at the unfamiliar term.
Then he remembered sniffing his own arm earlier, catching Saheon’s scent.
And Saheon’s cryptic reaction when he asked about it.
“Why would he do that?”
“Why? To tell every other alpha that you’re his omega and to back off.”
“Ah.”
Wookyung’s casual response made Associate Choi stare in disbelief.
If anything, Wookyung even smiled a little.
How cute.
His alpha’s possessiveness.
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