⚠ Content note for this chapter: explicit sexual content.
"Eot…!"
His hot tongue touched the firmly closed hole, softly licking upward.
Until Eunwon’s body — stiff with tension at the unfamiliar sensation in his secret place —melted limply, Muyoung persistently licked and licked there. The act continued until Eunwon himself said it was enough now, frightened of insertion.
He could tell on his own, without him checking with his fingers. That from deep inside, where Muyoung’s tongue couldn’t reach, he was already thoroughly soaked.
Him belly burned as if scorched by fire, and something ached desperately. Eunwon instinctively knew that only Muyoung could resolve the boiling craving inside him. And that to do so, they had to move past this tenacious foreplay to the next stage.
Still, embarrassed, he hesitated a moment — then carefully lowered his arms.
He’d been covering his burning face with both arms while him lower half was being teased.
Him hand, steeped in shyness and hesitation, stroked Muyoung’s soft hair — which had been tickling him lower belly for a while — then *tap* — touched his ear.
At that mere light contact—
Muyoung’s tongue, buried frantically in Eunwon’s lower half, stopped. Then, savoring Eunwon’s clumsy touch fumbling over his earlobe, neck, and cheek, he let out a low, purring breath — *mmm*.
Emboldened a little, Eunwon gently cupped Muyoung’s cheeks — which he normally couldn’t touch so easily — caressing them, and whispered with panting breath.
"Show me… your face. I want to kiss…"
What alpha could ignore his omega’s cute request? Without hesitation, Muyoung shifted his posture. He came over his body, covering it, meeting Eunwon’s eyes thickly.
"Eot."
But what met wasn’t lips to lips. First, between him legs — which Muyoung had long since soaked — his penis settled heavily. Just the touch made his skin tingle, his whole body tense — a sob-like moan escaped Eunwon’s lips.
"Hhng…"
Despite Eunwon’s squirming, Muyoung adjusted his posture very slowly, heavily. At the rough breath digging into his ear and the faint moan, Muyoung’s chest heaved deeply.
With eyes so intense they looked ready to chew him up whole, he gazed at his omega — yet held back his beastly instincts, lest a careless move frighten the already-timid Eunwon further.
All the more reason—
Instead of kissing him right away as him lovely request asked, Muyoung reached for the nightstand and picked up the water bottle.
*No peck…?* Eunwon’s eyes wavered as if asking — but Muyoung couldn’t smile at him tenderly as usual.
His face had gone cold and hard like a predator before the full hunt — his own taut tension, on the verge of exploding.
Even so, his voice — holding the bottle out to Eunwon after opening it — was utterly tender.
"Baby, thirsty. Want some water?"
His mouth had been burning dry, just then. Eunwon nodded gladly and sat up — and a big hand gently cupped his chin. Like with a small child, Muyoung slowly tilted the bottle for him.
"That’s it. Drink a little more."
At the doting encouragement, Eunwon pressed his lips to the glass mouth like a baby bird and *gulp gulp* took the water.
Only after Eunwon had quenched him thirst first did Muyoung bring the remaining water to his own mouth. He poured all the remaining water into his mouth, swishing it as if rinsing, then swallowed it in one go.
After flinging the empty bottle to the floor, he laid Eunwon back down and finally leaned his upper body in and kissed him.
The movement — licking up even the faint trail of water that had run down his chin while drinking — was doting, in contrast to the rough energy rippling around his body.
Muyoung’s tongue, carrying the coolness of clean water, stabbed deep into the soft roof of Eunwon’s mouth, stealing his wits away. While Eunwon lost him mind to the longed-for sticky kiss, Muyoung’s big hand was already pulling him slender waist close and tucking a plush pillow beneath him.
Eunwon’s penis — which had lost its energy after ejaculating once — had already regained its stiffness.
Muyoung had been rubbing his hot, taut center against his, mellow and persistent.
At last, ending with a firm kiss pressed to Eunwon’s cheek, Muyoung lifted his upper body — and aimed the tip of his penis at the tender hole he’d spent so long soothing.
Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he began to push into Eunwon’s narrow insides.
"Aah… ugh…!"
"Does it hurt?"
"Uuh, ugh… yes, it hurts, it hurts."
"Yeah, it hurts. Hyungie’s sorry, apple."
"Ugh, wait, it really hurts… ah, I think it hurts… hngh, ah!"
"But just a little, just barely… I’ll— just make it hurt for a moment."
Coaxing and soothing tenderly, he managed to push in up to the glans somehow. But Eunwon’s hole was adorably tiny to begin with — and with the whites of his eyes and the tip of him nose flushed bright red, he’d gone rigid with tension, unable to relax — so further entry wasn’t easy.
As his penis caught at the entrance, Muyoung too furrowed his brow at the tight, squeezing pressure.
He’d thought he’d loosened him up with such care — had it been a hopeless attempt?
The night at the hotel last time — when he’d laid him on the bed and penetrated him before even taking him clothes off — back then it had slid all the way in without much trouble. The heat cycle pheromones must have helped a lot back then.
Muyoung neither forced his way further in nor pulled out — holding still as-is, he steadied his breath for a moment and kissed the pitiful face, tear-streaked and red, *smooch smooch*.
"Did it hurt a lot?"
The tender question only provoked his misery — Eunwon jutted his lips, tears pooling, and shook his head—
*Ahh, my cute, poor Seo Eunwon. He’s in pain and doesn’t know what to do with himself —why does watching him turn me on so maddeningly and make me laugh, I really don’t know.*
*Sorry I’m such a pervert, hyungie.*
Muyoung whispered only inwardly, holding back the laughter threatening to burst. Then, pretending to empathize with him distress, he made a similar crying face — kissed each downturned corner of his mouth once, and pecked him sniffling nose and walnut-like chin, *smooch smooch*.
"I’m sorry, apple. But…?"
"Mm… mm? Ah, again… euh, hngh!"
"It’s better to do the sorry-worthy thing just once, isn’t it."
"Aah, hhng…." "They say the first time hurts less if, ngh, it’s opened in one go." "What does that—" "You saw it, didn’t you? Hyungie’s dick. Hyungie’ll open you up properly, all at once, okay?"
His voice alone was gentle — a merciless notice. The moment it ended, Muyoung drove his hips down hard, putting his weight into it.
"Aagh… aahk…!"
Eunwon screamed, naturally, writhing. At the sensation of something thick as a club splitting his body open and pushing into the deepest place, his whole body shuddered. Tears beaded and spilled over his reddened eyes; his pale forehead was knotted tight against the pain.
And yet he clung desperately to Muyoung — the very body giving him this pain — with no idea what that did to a selfish, foul-tempered alpha’s instincts.
"Haah, hyung… hyuuung… it hurts, hngg… it hurts…." "…Yeah, Eunwon-ah. I’m sorry. Hyungie’ll take responsibility. For all of it."
The newlywed alpha’s hips, savagely widening his narrow insides, were only getting started. Muyoung’s deep rapture and happiness, his ecstasy, turned into slick, squelching sounds of friction that rang loud and frenzied through the bridal bedroom where they were spending their first night.
12:30 AM. 1:18 AM.
3:00 AM, and finally 5:20 AM.
The record of the times Muyoung’s joy crested inside Eunwon’s long-exhausted, trembling body and burst as thick white seed.
It was long after he had spent his fourth load inside Eunwon’s belly that Muyoung finally pulled out of the sleeping Eunwon. His cock, still hard and dark red with veins throbbing, glistened lewdly, slick with their mingled fluids.
But of course his attention wasn’t on the part of his own body he’d lived with all his life — it was poured between the legs of his omega, with whom he’d just spent his (official) first night. From the pink hole, fallen slightly open as if missing the Muyoung who had filled it all night, the semen he had so diligently poured in for the faithful fulfillment of their contract overflowed.
After watching that lewd sight for a while, Muyoung swept it up with a finger and pushed it back inside, his expression deeply content.
Beyond the window, the blue light of dawn was brightening. Shameless and brazen as Muyoung was, he knew that — if he wanted Eunwon to remember sex as a good experience, and for the sake of their future relations — he had to stop here for today.
…Though it felt a little late to be saying that.
Eunwon’s body, sprawled without even a blanket, was a wreck, stamped all over with the night’s traces — mottled bruises and handprints blooming across white skin, fluids dried pitifully or still slick and wet. And wrapped around him thicker and deeper than any of that, Muyoung’s clinging alpha pheromones.
Seeing him so utterly shackled to him for life was pitiful — and yet the thought that this white, pure body was smeared all over with him drove him mad with a twisted satisfaction. Steeped in it, Muyoung naturally bent and pressed a kiss between Eunwon’s buttocks.
Seo Eunwon, completely mine now.
I should’ve done this ages ago.
The past three years felt bitterly pathetic — hiding behind a nonexistent morality and conscience, denying his own desires, stifling his heart, letting the time slip by.
So what if he’d watched him since before he could walk? So what if they’d grown up like siblings? So what if the kid was young and didn’t know the world? So what if there was an age gap — what was wrong with any of that?
From the moment his chest had stirred with lust for the just-turned-twenty Seo Eunwon, who’d taken his first drink from him and looked up with a playful grimace, he should’ve just pushed through.
If he’d stripped the kid that very day — then still no more than a beta — and poured his alpha pheromones over him all day, nipping and sucking whenever he got the chance… maybe his manifestation at twenty-three would’ve come a little sooner.
This marriage, cobbled together on the pretext of a measly five billion, could’ve happened so much more naturally and smoothly, without any need to yell at the kid or threaten him or scare him.
And if it had —
The family that had only ever been kind and warm to him… the calamities that struck them… couldn’t he, as practically one of their own, have blocked at least half of them?
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