And Eunseo was seized by immense terror. The amount of pheromones pouring off Han Jaeheon was no ordinary thing.
Run, I have to run…
Hiding his trembling hands, Eunseo tried to stand up as casually as he could and slip away. The pheromones filling the room stabbed into his lungs, and it felt like his knees would give out entirely, but he still barely made it to the door. But that was the end of Eunseo’s struggle. With blazing blue eyes, Han Jaeheon’s arm wrapped around Eunseo’s waist as if to seize it and yanked, dragging him straight inside.
“Han Jaeheon… ngh…”
The hand gripping the back of his shirt pulled straight upward. A couple of buttons popped off, and the arm around his waist tightened harder. Unable to breathe, his waist aching, Eunseo tried to pry Han Jaeheon’s arm off, but he didn’t budge.
Dragged backward, Eunseo was flung onto the bed just like that. Only then did his breath return, and he gasped for air — but only the thickly mingled pheromones filled his lungs. No — an alarm started ringing in Eunseo’s head.
It had never been this dangerous. The times this had happened before were at school and the hospital, so fortunately the suppressants that could calm an alpha’s rut had been there. But now they were in a sealed motel room, and the suppressants he carried for emergencies were inside his bag. And his bag lay dropped by the door.
“P-please, calm down, I’ll get the medicine right now…”
He couldn’t even finish the sentence. He could feel the ember in his belly feeding on the pheromones and blazing up.
It was literally the sensation of his lower belly catching fire. At this sensation he’d never felt in his life, Eunseo pushed at the shoulders of Han Jaeheon, who’d climbed on top of him, with trembling hands — but he could feel it himself. That there was no strength in those hands at all.
“…Ha, fuck, I’m losing it.”
Spitting out words he felt he’d heard somewhere before, Han Jaeheon buried his face in the nape of Eunseo’s exposed neck. The moment his hot lips touched bare skin, Eunseo bucked his hips without realizing it. All the strength had drained from his body and he could barely hold his neck up, but he could feel only his cock stiffening inside his pants. Shit — Eunseo barely managed to press his legs together to hide it, but with their whole bodies pressed flush together, there was no way Han Jaeheon wouldn’t feel it.
“You’re hard?”
“Ah, n-no… it’s not, I mean…”
“I thought you couldn’t lie.”
Grinning fiercely, Han Jaeheon’s hand flicked open the belt buckle. The sound struck Eunseo’s face pale as a death sentence, but Han Jaeheon pushed his hand inside without hesitation.
“It’s not that I’m hard, it’s…”
“Ngh, clothes…”
“But you’re wet.”
This destructive impulse and sensation were a first for Eunseo. All rational judgment gone, this animal sensation of craving only one thing — something to pierce through his belly — felt almost like motion sickness.
Eunseo held back the nausea rising in him for no clear reason and, as a last resort, tried to pull out Han Jaeheon’s hand, which had claimed the inside of his pants — but it was impossible. The hand, pushing deeper inside, had already started rubbing his hole, slick with some unidentifiable fluid.
“Ngh, no, don’t, haah…”
If he opened his mouth, breathless, Han Jaeheon’s pheromones only fanned the flames; if he closed it, he couldn’t breathe. Han Jaeheon was the only person Eunseo could beg and cling to, so he pleaded with him — but he was not someone who would grant his plea. Han Jaeheon was already far gone, eyes glazed, and his hands were merciless.
He could feel himself getting slick deep inside. The words “lie” and “refusal” quietly erasing themselves from his head, too — gripping Han Jaeheon’s wrist, Eunseo mumbled like someone who could only say “don’t,” but he wondered what good refusing could possibly do in this situation. Even to himself, it felt like playing hard to get.
“Guess you’re pretty fucking used to this, huh?”
Eunseo shook his head at Han Jaeheon’s jumping-to-conclusions remark, but he didn’t seem to be looking. Han Jaeheon casually stripped off Eunseo’s pants and underwear just like that, and Eunseo, who’d been struggling to get even a little farther away in the meantime, was dragged right back under him.
Han Jaeheon, now behind Eunseo’s back, bared his teeth menacingly over his pale, slender nape. The moment his hard teeth touched his skin, goosebumps rose and faded over and over from the crown of Eunseo’s head to his toes. Feeling the body that kept tensing to its limit and then going slack again, Han Jaeheon
He laughed low.
“Cute.”
The glasses came off his face. Eunseo, startled by his suddenly blurred vision, waved his hands uselessly in the air. The hand that had been groping at his waist slipped inside his shirt and stroked his lower back, and Eunseo could do nothing but gasp for breath. Once more he felt pheromones pouring down over his body.
It was on a whole different level from any alpha pheromones he’d ever felt — stronger, and far, far thicker. Eunseo shuddered as Han Jaeheon’s scent blanketed his already defenseless body completely.
A sudden wave of misery welled up, and Eunseo scraped together every last shred of reason and tried to get away from Han Jaeheon behind him. But it didn’t even amount to squirming, let alone a real struggle.
“I told you — I’m not interested unless it’s an omega.”
“……..”
“It’s like doing it with a dog….”
“Ah… right, you did.”
Han Jaeheon flipped Eunseo over and laid him down properly. Then, looking him straight in the eye, he opened his mouth.
“You said it’s like doing it with a dog. You never said you couldn’t do it with a dog.”
Fingers that had brushed his lips stroked his cheek. Eunseo was certain, in that moment, that every rational thought had vanished from his brain. His hands shook all over with arousal. Inside his burning belly—
—he felt slick wetness seeping out, and his lips tingled.
The moment he thought I want to kiss him, their lips met. He couldn’t have said who moved first. Before he could even register the tickle on his lower lip, Han Jaeheon smacked his lips against his and sucked. When the ticklishness traveled to his upper lip and he rubbed his thighs together, Han Jaeheon laughed low in his throat and licked his upper lip. In the brief moment their lips parted, Eunseo gasped for the breath he was missing and panted out,
“I’m s-sorry….”
“…For what?”
“Because of me…”
His strange constitution must have caused this situation again. It wasn’t the first time, and though he’d been careful — so careful — there’d been another accident.
“I think you’re misunderstanding something….”
“Misunderstanding…?”
“You’ll probably want to take back that apology soon.”
The moment he finished speaking, Han Jaeheon pressed his lips to his again. Gripping both of Eunseo’s wrists in one hand and pinning them above his head, he drove his tongue in first, as if to wipe out every memory of the gentle kisses from just moments ago. Eunseo’s small mouth filled with Han Jaeheon’s tongue, emptied all at once, then filled again, over and over.
Every time his palate was rubbed, Eunseo shuddered, pressing his legs together and twisting his waist — but with Han Jaeheon’s body fully over his, even that was hard. Gathering his swimming head with—
—difficulty, he lightly twined his tongue around Jaeheon’s, which reeked of alcohol. The edges of their tongues rubbed, and as his tongue slid down over Jaeheon’s — his tongue-tip touching it in ticklish brushes — a jolt strong enough to hunch his shoulders seared through his brain.
“You really like kissing, huh.”
Han Jaeheon cupped Eunseo’s thin cheeks and kissed him with a loud smack, kissing him until his lips were red. At that light touch Eunseo felt himself going even more insane. Tearing his barely-held wrists free, he wrapped his arms around Han Jaeheon’s neck without thinking and kissed him again. Han Jaeheon, showing no sign of displeasure, returned the kiss eagerly.
It wasn’t that he’d never thought about it — it was that he’d been scared. In his imagination, Han Jaeheon had always shoved him away like he was filthy sewage, so him kissing Eunseo like this had been unthinkable.
“Hnngh, mmph….”
“Hah… what did you eat that tastes this sweet?”
Han Jaeheon licked up even the saliva trailing from the corner of his mouth and laughed low again. For a face that looked a little fierce, a little beastlike, his voice alone was tender.
“TA.”
“…Yes.”
“Will you suck me off a little?”
“……..”
“If I put it in like this, you’ll die, TA.”
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