But the Alpha before him wore a face that knew none of that turmoil. Disbelieving his rut, Jaeha’s eyes dropped of their own accord and fixed on the thick bulge of his cock.
"T-then that—because of rut…."
The shape of it—like during knotting, the end was swollen. As Jaeha stared, wide-eyed, Taegun’s cock gave a bob in the air. A clear drop pearled at the meatus and slid with that movement.
Jaeha was an Alpha too; his own girth and length weren’t average. But nothing like Taegun’s.
His needed a word more primary than cock.
"First time seeing a cock with beads?"
Right—cock was the word that fit… No—what? He couldn’t answer; he looked again.
Beads? As he said, it was his first time seeing one with beads set in it. Now that he looked, just under the corona there was a faintly rounded protrusion.
The sheer size alone was vicious; with beads set in, it looked neither human nor animal.
As he kept staring, the tip beaded slick again. As the darkened glans grew sleek with pre-cum, the set beads stood out even more. The meatus flared wide—its very size unlike his.
At the sight of a thick rope of fluid welling and sliding viscous down the glans, Jaeha gulped a breath. Somewhere inside him itched wildly.
He hadn’t touched it—just looked—and yet why was pre-cum flowing like that? Taegun had been working his fingers into Jaeha’s back, but that was what Jaeha received; he hadn’t touched Taegun at all.
He had grabbed his forearm to stop him, yes, but just touching a forearm shouldn’t make pre-cum run like that.
Still, asking, Why is this happening? felt absurd, so he kept his mouth shut.
The man skimmed a hand down his and asked,
"Done sightseeing?"
The tone was blasé. You wouldn’t think it belonged to a man whose cock had just bobbed under Jaeha’s gaze. But the instant he heard it, all his nerves reignited.
Unbidden, he had to smother a sound—"Uh…"—that tried to break out. Taegun stretched the hand that had been holding himself and gripped Jaeha’s instead.
He’d been so hard it hurt; now that hardness filled the callused palm. The palm was slightly damp. Thinking about why it was wet, he finally became aware of a heavy, about-to-drop feeling at his perineum and nodded.
"Our Director’s cock is magnificent."
"…Hhh."
"Shame—seems like it’s no good now."
He didn’t sound regretful—if anything, pleased. His hand moved slowly up and down.
With those calluses, you’d think his palm would be rough, but it wasn’t. As his bare cock slid against skin, sparks shot in Jaeha’s eyes.
The fact that it was Taegun’s hand around him excited him more. Unconsciously, he hitched his hips; Taegun snorted at the sight.
"Where are you used to sticking it."
"A—hh… That’s not…."
"Behave. If you’re going to stick it in other holes, might as well cut it off now."
"Uh—wait… hhi—!"
"You’re so pretty and cute I’ll want to shake you like this sometimes, so keep good care of it."
At that, he nodded before he knew it. He still couldn’t say that there was no one else—only you.
Because the man’s thumb sealed to his meatus and drew slow circles.
"Ah—ah…! Let… go—hnn…"
The wet, squelching sound kept going. From the moment he faintly realized all that wetness came from his own cock, he felt like he was about to lose his mind.
Taegun slid his hand down and rubbed his damp fingers over the perineum again. Jaeha wanted to clamp his legs closed, but each time the insides of his thighs got smacked.
He didn’t understand why the habit of handling him like a naughty kid excited him, but he couldn’t help it.
"Is an Alpha allowed to act like a hole starving for cock it can’t get?"
It didn’t sound like he was trying to insult him, but like something he said in satisfaction—as if to say it was all because of himself.
It was true. If it hadn’t been Jang Taegun’s, Jaeha wouldn’t have wanted anything to do with another Alpha.
But the thought that laying his heart bare might only annoy Jang Taegun made him hide the truth between tearing moans.
Looking down at Jaeha’s body, hot and squirming, Taegun planted one knee between his legs and gave himself a careless shake, like he was just getting off watching.
His gaze skimmed over Jaeha here and there: the nipples he’d pinched into little peaks; the shadows under the ridged chest on white skin; the hollowed navel; the bare-looking groin from permanent hair removal because he swam.
"Why the hair removal? For the honeymoon, or eye candy for other punks?"
Honeymoon—words that kicked up too many pictures in Jaeha’s head. In fact, this was the first time their skin had touched after the wedding.
Trying to get away from the crashing sensations even for a moment, he buried his face in his palm and muttered,
"F-for swimming."
"Swimming?"
He was fairly conservative, so at first he’d worn a long suit. But as he learned, ambition crept in, and he started wearing smaller suits to cut resistance.
So hair removal had been inevitable. Usually he rented a hotel pool privately, but he liked competition pools too; if he wanted to train with others, it couldn’t be helped.
"So this isn’t a gift for me but for workouts?"
Back to polite speech. At that, Jaeha took his hand away from his face.
Between his legs, Jang Taegun nudged aside his own erection and, without breaking eye contact, stuck out his tongue and licked along Jaeha’s lower belly.
Right at the shaved area. For an Alpha he didn’t have much body hair to begin with, and the skin kept neat from swimming was extra sensitive; a rough tongue grazed that heightened skin.
But more obscene than the feel was the look in Jang Taegun’s eyes as he watched him. A sound slipped out before Jaeha knew it.
"U—hnn…!"
He hadn’t known that kind of sound could come out of him, and even less that such a touch would make semen spurt. He shut his eyes and frowned, as if he couldn’t believe it.
"D-don’t…."
Helplessly, he reached down to clamp his fingers over the head of his cock. But white semen still streamed through his fingers.
He wanted to say don’t look, but the man’s gaze was already stuck there, heavy and intent. How can he look at me like that, he thought.
"Why… why are you looking at me like that…."
"A husband can look at his wife in bed—what’s wrong with that?"
At that, "Uhh—" he spurted a fresh milky stripe. The aftershocks lapped over him, slick as if his naked body lay on a giant tongue.
Settling fully between his legs, Taegun hooked an arm under his knees and drew him in. In a blink, without any chance to resist, Jaeha’s ass sat on Taegun’s thigh.
Something hard poked his perineum, then twanged off with a thump against his thigh. It felt like being smacked by a thick club—then he realized it was Jang Taegun’s cock.
"Since you’re smart, Director, you might know."
"W-what…."
"Whether an Alpha can get an Alpha pregnant."
"That’s r-ridiculous—hhaack—!"
He didn’t even finish before something pried him open and speared in, and like an animal harpooned, his hips bucked.
It felt like his whole body was split in two. Strangely, there was a sticky, tearing sound as if the cleft below were spreading—wet with something.
Why that sound… In flickering sight he tried to find focus and failed.
Hands clamped his pelvis and forced a thick column deeper inside.
"I-it won’t go in…."
"We did this last time. Don’t act like a newbie. I know you take it well—why keep pretending."
The more he heard, the more shame and arousal knotted together. His cock sprang hard again and thumped his lower belly.
Caught in the feeling of being split and filled, he thought the inner walls itched.
"Haa… i-it itches…."
"You have such a peculiar way of saying you love it."
Sea salt and wild rose surged in. Something thick and studded scratched across the already-raw insides.
He drove inward and set the rim of the glans against a raised spot, grinding his hips.
Each time, the beads set in Taegun’s cock snagged there and teased. Unable to bear it, Jaeha clawed the sheet. He flailed like a drowning man, then clutched the hard back and raked at it with neatly clipped nails.
"Aaah—!"
"…Fuck."
The Alpha he clung to swore right at his ear. Don’t curse… he might have thought.
He felt like he would black out. Somewhere, the scent of flowers mixed with the sea. It made him dizzy.
He couldn’t stand it; with his throat thrown back, he let go of the last thread of consciousness he’d held.
At the join there was a wet tearing rush. Taegun clicked his tongue.
"Now you’re leaking from the back too."
He wanted to tell him not to say things like that, but his mouth wouldn’t work. Jaeha blacked out, as if a power cut dropped over him; sleep like a blackout ate him away.