Go Igyeol let out labored breaths, groaning as he was swallowed by the man’s broad embrace, but he could not push him away. The fingers he had braced against Dohyeon’s chest trembled with strain. Clutching at his collar, he managed a broken whisper.
“Ah, it… it hurts.”
“That’s why I’m releasing pheromones for you.”
Seo Dohyeon stripped off the cardigan hanging loosely from Igyeol’s shoulders and let it fall to the floor. As if it were nothing but an annoyance, he tugged up the hem of the T-shirt Igyeol was wearing, pulled it over his head, and immediately slid a hand downward.
“No, ngh, please…”
“Don’t push me away.”
“Pheromones… more. Please, give me more pheromones.”
The first time Go Igyeol had sex with Seo Dohyeon, he had not even known what an alpha’s rut cycle was. He had cried the entire time—because it hurt, because he was terrified, because the pleasure crashing over him felt indistinguishable from pain.
After that, Seo Dohyeon took him again and again, and Igyeol had no right to refuse. Whenever he showed even the slightest sign of reluctance, Seo Dohyeon would forcibly drench him in pheromones.
A pheromone shower so overwhelming it drove him to despair.
As a recessive omega, Igyeol was easily thrown into heat by the pheromone shower of a dominant alpha. He clung to him, responded however he was touched, and clumsily opened his body. He would beg Dohyeon to knot him, saying he wanted to have a baby. Even when Seo Dohyeon refused, he would cry and spread his legs wider, helping him push in deeper.
The countless repetitions carved themselves into Igyeol’s body until he no longer resisted when Seo Dohyeon wanted sex.
It was better to join bodies while he was still sober than to be drowned in pheromones, humiliated by a forced heat that stripped away all reason.
“Right now.”
“Ngh, haah… just a little…”
The queasy, seasick churn inside him had fully subsided.
Igyeol was almost astonished by how quickly his insides quieted at a single rush of alpha pheromones. But when Seo Dohyeon’s hand slipped up between his thighs, he jolted in fear and clung desperately to his neck.
With a pheromone shower this strong, his heat should already have been raging.
But Seo Dohyeon, lost to rut-driven impulse rather than reason, did not notice the subtle difference.
Their lips finally parted, and Seo Dohyeon’s gaze fixed on Igyeol. He rubbed Igyeol’s swollen, glistening lips, then pressed another feverish kiss against them.
The sight of Igyeol’s flushed face collapsing under the heat was beautiful. Especially the moment his eyes shimmered with tears he could not hold back from the pleasure.
“Haa, hah…”
Dohyeon lifted the staggering Igyeol easily into his arms and laid him flat on the bed.
Unlike himself, with only a few buttons undone, Igyeol was already stripped bare. The sight of him lying there without a single thread on made Seo Dohyeon feel as if he might burst.
“What are you doing, leaving your hands idle?”
Burying his face against Igyeol’s nape in reprimand, he guided Igyeol’s fingers to his buttons. After a few clumsy attempts, each button finally slipped free from its tight slit.
When his tongue slid over fever-hot skin, Igyeol moaned softly.
Seo Dohyeon pressed kisses down the long line of his throat, stripped off his shirt completely, and tossed it aside before unbuckling his belt. Grabbing Igyeol’s hand, he shoved it into the opening where his cock strained violently erect.
The small palm rubbed against him.
“Hold it properly.”
Igyeol forced the stiffness from his fingers, wet his lips with his tongue, and wrapped his hand around the length he could not even fully enclose. Once he tugged down the waistband of the briefs confining it, the movement became much easier.
“Keep going. Keep going.”
Hot breath tickled the nape of his neck.
Seo Dohyeon did not move lower. Instead, he licked and bit at Igyeol’s ear, his cheek, his lips, then his throat again, groaning low.
Igyeol’s hand stroked up and down in a slow rhythm, his thumb circling the slick head, smearing precum before occasionally dragging along the shaft. He was clearly more practiced than he had been at first.
Seo Dohyeon sucked at the tender spot below his ear until Igyeol looked at him in confusion.
“Because you’re being good.”
“…What?”
Without answering, Seo Dohyeon shifted position, trapping Igyeol between his legs and pulling his head close to his groin.
Igyeol’s delicate features crumpled at once.
The dark, flushed length brushed against his pale cheek, the dip above his upper lip, and his mouth, smearing sticky precum across his skin.
“Suck it.”
Seo Dohyeon demanded the act Igyeol hated most, pressing against his tightly sealed lips and forcing them apart.
He knew perfectly well that Igyeol’s mouth was small and narrow. He knew he could never take even half of him inside. He knew the corners of Igyeol’s lips split every time.
Yet he never let him skip it.
If he kept doing it, surely he would get better. Just as tight holes stretched to fit him, surely even this small mouth could be trained.
After that unusually long, deep kiss, Igyeol’s lips parted, plump and swollen, to take the glossy head into his mouth. His small tongue slipped out and licked the frenulum underneath.
Slurp, slrp—
Only the head was inside. The teasing little licks made Seo Dohyeon groan as he stroked the back of Igyeol’s head and slowly pressed him down.
Igyeol’s body stiffened with tension. His breath stopped.
Seo Dohyeon had already told him to relax. He would not die just from sucking a cock. So why did he never improve?
“Open wider. You haven’t even swallowed half.”
Squelch—ngh, slrp—kuhp.
“Unless you want your lips torn again, open up, Igyeol.”
Holding down his trembling shoulders, Seo Dohyeon rubbed the corners of his mouth until Igyeol’s terrified eyes met his.
Tears welled and slipped down before they could even gather properly. Seo Dohyeon wiped them away, then tugged his jaw down until Igyeol closed his eyes in surrender.
“Hoo.”
Wrapped in lips instead of teeth, he managed to sink a little deeper into Igyeol’s mouth, until the tip hit the back of his throat and made him flinch.
Igyeol gagged and writhed, but Seo Dohyeon steadied him, letting him pull back a little before pushing in again to the same depth.
Choke, kuhk, slrp, ngh, slrp—
Though his body trembled violently, Igyeol kept his mouth open until Seo Dohyeon finished.
His head began bobbing faster, guided by the hand gripping his small skull, while Seo Dohyeon’s hips moved in slow thrusts. His cock scraped along the roof of Igyeol’s mouth, plunging deep enough to graze his throat. Each time, Igyeol gagged and his frail body convulsed, which only pleased Seo Dohyeon more.
Every time Igyeol’s lips tightened around him as he pulled back, Seo Dohyeon nearly came. But he held back, continuing to plunder his mouth and throat until finally he spilled deep inside, where Igyeol could not spit it out.
“Huu, hah.”
Because Seo Dohyeon did not pull out, Igyeol had no choice but to swallow it all as the thick release clung stubbornly to his throat.
“Did you swallow all of it?”
When Igyeol nodded, Seo Dohyeon finally released his grip on his head.
Sticky saliva dangled from Igyeol’s lips as he coughed lightly. Even after climax, Seo Dohyeon’s cock remained hard, glistening wet with spit.
He looked at Igyeol’s flushed face and reddened lips with bright, hungry eyes.
“Come here.”
Igyeol crawled closer on his knees, opening his mouth out of habit to show him the inside.
Seo Dohyeon smiled in satisfaction and pulled him into his arms. He buried his face against Igyeol’s skin, made more sensitive by pregnancy, and inhaled deeply, searching for the faint lilac scent.
“Why are you so weak?”
“…Because I’m recessive…”
“Well, true.”
In truth, he preferred the smell of Igyeol’s skin to his pheromones.
His hand slid down along Igyeol’s waist, roamed over the softly fleshed curve of his ass, then parted him and brushed teasingly against the entrance already wet with arousal.
“You’re nice and wet now.”
“……”
“Want me to lick it?”
“…Just… please put it in.”
Igyeol shook his head slightly, blushing fiercely.
He hated being licked there as much as he hated having that cock in his mouth. But refusals made with such a flushed face were impossible to trust.
Clicking his tongue, Seo Dohyeon laid him down and pushed his thighs up.
“Ah, no…!”
“You don’t hate it, Igyeol.”
“I know your body better than you do.”
He muttered the obscene words as he lowered his head, and Igyeol covered his face with trembling hands.
CREAK, CREAK, CREAK—
In the dim bedroom, with only one yellow lamp glowing over the disheveled bed, the air was filled with wet, obscene sounds.
Limp and shaking, Igyeol whimpered, clutching his stomach each time the thrusts drove deep.
“A little, haah… please, just a little… ngh…!”
“Why do you keep trying to stop me from going deeper, hm?”
“It hurts. It hurts… my belly, ngh, Seo Dohyeon… my belly hurts.”
“You can take me deeper.”
At his firm words, Igyeol shook his head and scrambled upward toward the headboard.
If Dohyeon went any deeper, it might be dangerous. He was still in the early stages. What if the baby was harmed?
Fear gnawed at him.
“Where do you think you’re going in the middle of sex?”
“Ngh, just, just—ah, it hurts.”
SMACK—THRUST.
Seo Dohyeon grabbed his waist and yanked him back without mercy, grinding in to the root and rutting as if desperate to push even farther inside.
The surge of pheromones left Igyeol incapable of coherent thought.
Ecstasy burned up his spine, forced his mouth open, and sent sparks bursting before his eyes.
“See? You like it like this, when it goes all the way in.”