⚠ Content note for this chapter: explicit sexual content.
His own pheromones — scentless, imperceptible to touch — must have burst forth, stimulated by his imprinted alpha’s rut, tangling together with his. As Han Jaeheon sweetly sucked the saliva trailing down his chin, Eunseo rubbed his own against that tongue and grabbed Han Jaeheon’s jacket collar, trying to strip it off.
“Why are you in such a hurry?”
His own tongue was already so loose he could barely speak, and Eunseo felt a petty irritation at how composed Han Jaeheon still seemed — until he met his eyes and realized it was a complete delusion.
“Stick out your tongue.”
When he clumsily parted his lips and managed only the tip of his tongue, Han Jaeheon laughed again. Then, still rubbing the chin and nape he held in his hand, he bared his canines and bit down, swallowing the pink tip.
“Hh, ngh…”
At the sensation of their tongue edges rubbing together, Eunseo clutched Han Jaeheon’s shoulders. Through the shirt, unmistakably heightened heat flowed from his chest. Apart from that, goosebumps ran all over his body.
Had his brain melted by thirty percent? Thinking the absurd thought, Eunseo clung harder as the arm around his thigh tightened and lifted him. Han Jaeheon walked, unbothered, into the dim room and laid Eunseo on the small bed.
“Wait… wait a moment.”
Wanting more, more kissing — his strength so drained he could barely hold himself up — Eunseo reached out to Han Jaeheon as he slowly undid his shirt buttons and tapped him weakly. It amounted to nothing but a feeble plea with his fingertips: look at me.
“I said wait.”
Setting down his watch and cufflinks with a clack and shrugging off his shirt, Han Jaeheon climbed onto the bed. When the shadow covering him loomed far larger than usual, a flicker of fear came over Eunseo and his pupils widened.
Their cocks pressed fully together and rubbed. While Eunseo was distracted by the feeling of something welling up from inside, Han Jaeheon’s long, straight fingers began undoing his shirt buttons one by one.
“You have a pretty neck.”
“Ah…”
“You know that?”
“…No.”
“You have eyes. Why don’t you know.”
After three buttons, Han Jaeheon scratched down his white chest with his fingertips. As if every sensory point in his skin stood on end, a strange sensation ran through the roots of his hair, and Eunseo rubbed the back of his head against the pillow. Undoing one more button, Han Jaeheon gnawed at the lower part of his chest, then licked long over the hollow of his throat, caved in from drawing breath.
“Hhhn…”
White bloomed across his vision. Lifting the hands that had only trembled, not knowing where to put them, Eunseo pulled Han Jaeheon’s neck down. When their lips crashed hard enough for their teeth to clack, another wave of pheromones poured out. As if to fill this small room completely.
“Hh, yes, tastes s-so good…”
Nodding as he answered, Eunseo’s lips were savagely bitten as Han Jaeheon ravaged his small mouth again. The remaining shirt buttons were easily torn clean off, and a large hand slipped inside his lower garments and roughly kneaded his cock. His already soaked underwear stuck and peeled stickily against the back of his hand — unmistakable.
The hand pushing deeper scraped thin flesh and rubbed over the hole seeping with wetness. Each time, a finger went in by a knuckle.
“How many guys have you rolled around with to get this wet?”
“I never— hh…”
Eunseo grabbed Han Jaeheon’s wrist and pulled it up, but it didn’t budge. Everywhere Han Jaeheon’s hand touched, his body felt like it was coming apart. He could distinctly feel the restraints packed in his brain coming undone one by one.
“And you said you weren’t even an omega.”
“Hh, mmph…”
In an instant the rims of his eyes swelled round, then burst — tup, tup. He’d find out even if Eunseo never said it. Han Jaeheon would knot him and learn what a strange omega he was. Eunseo forcibly swallowed the tears sliding toward the back of his neck, bracing for every negative feeling he would receive from him.
“I don’t…”
“Hm?”
“Don’t… do it, hh… I don’t want to…”
“What are you saying, after sucking my tongue so sweetly and soaking your underwear.” With a strengthless hand Eunseo pushed at Han Jaeheon’s shoulders and chest, then reached sideways and grabbed the table lamp on the nightstand, yanking it toward him. He meant to crack it against the back of Han Jaeheon’s head, but of course it wouldn’t work. A large hand caught his wrist as it was and pinned it to the floor, and the lamp slipped from his loosened grip and hit the floor with a loud clatter.
“…You really must hate it, seeing how you want to crack my skull.”
“Executive Director, please… don’t. Why with me…”
“Why, you ask.”
Han Jaeheon tilted his head as if he’d asked something obvious. At that innocent expression, so mismatched to the situation, Eunseo lost his words.
“What reason does an alpha need to fuck an omega?”
“Wh-what did you just…”
“You’re an omega, Senior.”
“H-how…?”
Like a goldfish tossed onto land, Eunseo could only gape his mouth. Looking down at his blue-white face, Han Jaeheon pushed his finger all the way in, until the thin skin between the hole and his finger touched.
“At first I thought you were a beta… but something kept catching on my cock.”
“…….”
“You don’t know it’s half-open there right now?”
His fingertips groped at the hole he hadn’t even perceived during their first sex, their first knotting — hadn’t even known existed.
“The hole opened, begging to make a baby.”
Startled, Eunseo shook his head at the place barely reachable by Han Jaeheon’s long fingers, deep inside.
He regretted having decided he could never live as an omega, and staying indifferent to it all this time.
“Usually a cock can’t reach this hole. But mine will.”
Every time Han Jaeheon’s fingertips grazed somewhere, his hips jerked. Eunseo urgently grabbed the wrist buried deep between his legs.
“An omega would die if you put it in there.”
“Hh…”
“You’d go insane begging for cum.”
Fixing his kind mask back on, Han Jaeheon very softly kissed his wet eye corners and cheeks. To fool him again — to make him the biggest fool in the world again. When he closed his eyes, the side of his face grew wet once more with a steady trickle. His skin stung.
He’d thought it was impossible because he wasn’t an omega. But to Han Jaeheon, he — whatever his trait was — truly meant nothing. At the crisply delivered conclusion, not even tears would come anymore. His head stopped completely. His heart stopped too.
“Why that face?”
“What… what face?”
“You acted like a beta, so I treated you like one. Should I not have?” Han Jaeheon’s voice sounded as if it truly had been for his sake.
“…Just do whatever you want.”
Eunseo blinked slowly. What meaning was there — whether he was an omega or a beta, Han Jaeheon felt nothing for him. And anyway, wouldn’t he just do as he pleased? No matter how he refused, no matter how he resisted, he had never once escaped him.
Han Jaeheon looked down quietly for a moment at Eunseo, who had let all the strength drain from his body and gone limply obedient. Then he slowly withdrew his finger and pulled him close, as if to soothe him. At the skin under his chin touching his head so softly, Eunseo had a hallucination of someone driving a chisel into his chest with a mallet.
“What’s wrong?”
“…Should I have kept pretending not to know?”
“Senior.”
“…Just do what you’re going to do.”
Han Jaeheon’s cock had hardened like a rock. He could feel it through the thick suit, unstoppable. Even with that heat crushing his thigh, Eunseo’s head grew colder and colder. His body burned while his mind froze.
“Or… would you rather it wasn’t rape?”
“What did you just…”
“What the Executive Director is doing right now is rape.”
Their eyes met. Even in darkness without a single ray of light, his eyes alone were vividly clear. A thorny silence wedged between them.
“…Ah, is that so?”
After a long while, Han Jaeheon let out the question like talking to himself.
“Rape, while dripping from behind…”
“…….”
“I don’t think so, so I won’t be raping you.”
Hot lips touched his forehead and traveled slowly downward. The lips that finally reached his mouth moved almost without making a sound.
“…I’ll make you beg.”
The last cloth clinging to his body was stripped away, and Han Jaeheon’s hand groped over his bare skin. A red glow bloomed under the white skin, and his heat — which had reached a lull — curved upward again on the pheromones rising from the floor of Han Jaeheon’s.
At the palm heat pressing deep like a branding iron, Eunseo writhed. The inside of his lower belly sizzled and boiled, and once again wetness welled up with a rush. After watching the sheet grow damp for a moment, Han Jaeheon buried his face between Eunseo’s legs.
“Hh, hn…”
Without even the strength to say he hated it or to tell him to stop, Eunseo felt the tongue burrowing into his body and only scratched at the bed with his fingertips. His not-very-strong nails bent backward from the force of his pressing hands.
He wanted to grab Han Jaeheon’s shoulders, and he wanted never to touch him. The minutes just past, when they’d kissed, felt like a dream. But never again would Eunseo be the first to reach out, to hold him, to press his lips to his.
“You’re getting off while I lick you down there.”
“Ah, hh, ungh…”
“Can you feel your hole loosening?”
Licking long from under his cock to the hole, Han Jaeheon spoke as if teasing. He sucked deliberately loudly. At the blatant sound ringing in his ears, Eunseo scratched at the bed, then, unable to bear it, tried to cover his ears. But Han Jaeheon was faster, catching his wrists and pinning them. With his legs on his shoulders and his wrists in his grip, Eunseo — unable to move a single limb — could barely arch his back.
There was no gauging how deep that persistent tongue tip reached. The sensation of his inner guts being licked revived even the forgotten pain of his head wound. Rubbing his throbbing nape against the pillow, Eunseo struggled to suppress the maddening sensation rising in him. But that was all. It didn’t work.
“…Your lip is bleeding.”
“Why are you so stubborn?”
One of Han Jaeheon’s fingers went in, then two, then three at once. Moving them to make wet sounds ring out, he now and then kissed his forehead and cheeks, damp with cold sweat. Han Jaeheon carried on the foreplay with more care than ever. Even though, in rut, holding back must have been driving him mad — even though I, in heat, would obviously come undone the second the cock entered — even though he was already afraid to part his lips lest the words of begging come out for not being given it.
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