“The wound…”
“Job’s handled, so the happily married man came to do charity work. Took a bath, put on cologne, brought condoms.”
“…What?”
“Are you playing coy or do you really not get it. I came to dote on you.”
Jang Taegun said it with a shrug. Jaeha looked stunned, but the other side didn’t yield and kept talking.
“Is this room soundproof?”
“Ah…”
Without meaning to, he blinked.
His two eyes didn’t focus together. It felt like one eye would roll back first, so he squeezed both shut in a rush.
There was a wet, squelching sound. The sound of something wet forcing into something wet. Water kept splashing at the point of joining.
He couldn’t stand it; his fingers curled. He rubbed his forehead on the sofa back. Even then he couldn’t escape the pleasure. He was squeezing too hard, so he had to take a swat on the ass.
“Been starving yourself, huh. You’re good about not taking just anything, but if your lower mouth feels empty you should crawl home fast instead of starving. Makes the guy doing the thrusting feel bad.”
“Ah, hu…! Ah—!”
Unable to answer and only moaning, he made his Alpha chuckle.
“Everyone outside’s going to hear. At this rate let’s just leave the door open and fuck. Let people know I’m your husband.”
Husband, he says. In a moment where his thick thighs and rock-hard lower belly were smacking tight against his cheeks, it was a pronoun that didn’t fit at all.
He crumpled, frowning. It was hard enough to endure the pleasure, and with him spewing filthy talk every time he drove up, his cock bobbed on its own no matter how he tried not to.
Being a dominant Alpha, Lee Jaeha wasn’t small either. Above average length, fully engorged, dragging along the water-buffalo leather of the executive sofa.
…This would be the room Lee Jaeho used later. What was he going to do. He’d probably have to buy a new sofa.
But his “husband,” who seemed to sniff out his thoughts like a ghost, didn’t let him go.
“You’re eating my cock and your mind’s that busy. Swallow like you always do. Or do you want me to do more?”
“Hh—! Wa— wait, ah…!”
“Oh, right. I came to serve and here I am gobbling again. Sorry. Guess lousy upbringing shows even when I fuck.”
He was stuffed deep and then Taegun twisted his hips in a circle, making the bead set under the rim of his glans rake the raised spot inside.
It puffed soft and plump, and the higher his arousal climbed the more that spot bulged; like a dog in heat he pummeled from behind and finally set the bead against it and rattled, and Lee Jaeha could only gag for breath.
An arm reached forward and slid, raking over the nipple tucked primly under his dress shirt. He hadn’t known that was an erogenous zone; he was shaking.
The other hand already had his cock.
“Why so much slick.”
It wasn’t even teasing—more like wonder—which made it worse. He couldn’t answer; he reached down to peel the palm off his shaft.
Getting pounded from behind was enough to drive him crazy, but with the front teased too, his eyes were about to roll back. None of this existed in the sex he knew.
He’d always had lukewarm relations. Enough foreplay to satisfy an Omega, a proper insertion, and because he was slow to come, he’d regulate so they wouldn’t get worn out and could finish quickly.
But sex with Jang Taegun was nothing like that. Everything was slick, all kinds of fluids flowed from his cock, he felt muscle aches that slammed into his sensitive places and slippery sensations.
He didn’t know sex like this. Could you even call it sex, when someone worked him over this relentlessly.
Even though an Alpha’s organ was supposed to be a vital point, his didn’t look weak at all; it was a weapon by itself.
Even without the bead set under the rim, the thickness and shape were vicious. But the skin covering the glans and shaft was very soft.
Just seeing that made his back go wet for some reason. He wasn’t even an Omega. The thought that it was strange didn’t last.
“Ah, ngh, no… Taegun, hu—!”
“Wow, you only say my name at times like this? Only when I’m serving you with my cock? Fine, fuck. Help yourself to my body.”
It sounded like he felt wronged. Not the usual bored tone—he truly sounded put out, and that got to Jaeha.
He wanted to ask what was unfair, what was sticking in his craw, but the only thing that came out when he opened his mouth were ragged moans.
The fear that the people in the secretariat outside might hear him had long since evaporated.
If he’d been afraid of that in the first place, he wouldn’t be bent over the sofa with his pants down like a lunatic, taking his spouse’s cock from behind.
When he said he’d “come to serve,” Jaeha had half chubbed without knowing it. Normally his sex drive wasn’t strong; he didn’t know why that phrase turned him on.
Maybe he’d pictured Jang Taegun moving his head between his thighs. That one word, “serve.” He was an Alpha too; he couldn’t help it.
Wanting the person he loved, and in the dirtiest way possible.
Whatever he wanted, right now Jang Taegun was satisfying him beyond that. His nipples itched where they scraped against the shirt.
Why would that place itch. Why did he act like someone desperate to swallow a cock from behind every time the inner wall got speared, like Taegun said.
He felt like a stranger to himself.
“Director.”
Soaked in the swamp of sensation, thoughts pierced through, and Jang Taegun plucked him up with ease.
“Ha…” He groaned, and the hand gripping his pelvis loosened to stroke his cock. The touch was very gentle. Embarrassingly tender, like handling something fragile.
Some Omegas had sucked him; some had stroked him. But that was because they expected the pleasure he would give them.
Jang Taegun, uncharacteristically, was petting his cock like it was precious. He circled the ridge of the glans with his thumb, even with hands callused from tools.
“What, did you come?”
And he climaxed before he knew it. Because when he looked at the hand around his cock—his ring finger.
“The wedding ring…”
“A ring what. What’s weird about a married man wearing one.”
It was the same design as his. The one he hadn’t taken off once in the last ten days. The one he’d been too pressed for time to send for cleaning, so he’d borrowed the youngest staffer’s eyeglass cleaner to wash off the clotted stains.
The same ring was on Jang Taegun’s finger. He too had worn it the last ten days.
That alone made him come. Euphoric, he clenched down behind. He heard a quiet breath, ha. Taegun lowered his head and rubbed his forehead against the wing of Jaeha’s dress shirt at his shoulder blade.
He gave a short laugh.
“But I’m not done yet.”
“Ah…”
In a daze he thought, then what should I do. He felt sorry he hadn’t let him come. He’d gone off alone, and the milky smear on the black water-buffalo leather sofa embarrassed him.
With a snort, Taegun flipped his hips up and turned him. Then he sat on the sofa and lifted Jaeha onto his lap.
Naturally—
“Hhua—! Ah, wai—!”
Still joined.
He whispered in his ear again.
“Now you do some service, Director. You can roll your hips, right?”
He squeezed his eyes shut. Before the ecstasy overflowing in him shook the executive office he’d worked in for years. Get faster updates on g.com.
The sensations were a storm he never could have imagined when he was the one going in.
The feeling of insertion was stronger than he’d thought. The sense of a thick, heavy cock burrowing and stirring in a hidden, unfamiliar place made a moan leap out on its own.
It was the same even astride his lap.
“Move.”
Facing him, Jang Taegun’s face was flushed with arousal. The corners of the eyes looking up at him were reddened, insanely pretty. Just seeing that face made his urethral opening clench.
The fluttering opening clicked and spat a drop. It splashed onto Taegun’s shirt. He was mortified.
“Wai— wait… your shirt…”
“Yeah. If anyone asks, I’ll say it’s Lee Jaeha’s pussy juice.”
“Tha— no, ah—! Hu…”
He should say no, but no words came. As if to tell him to hurry up and move, Taegun snapped his hips up from below.
The bead raked hard over the inside again. Even when he didn’t move, the rim of the glans sat right against the little bulge inside and tickled maddeningly, so when the cock made up its mind to sweep his inner wall he thought he would go insane.
He grabbed Taegun’s shoulders like he’d tear them to bear it, then startled and let go. His Alpha grip had wrinkled the suit jacket.
Taegun snorted.
“Last time, it stung every time I showered for a while.”
“Ah, uh… What do you… mean…”
“You scratched up my whole back, remember?”
He opened his eyes wide. He hadn’t known he’d marked his back. Startled, he half lifted his hips.
Taegun caught his pelvis and sat him down again. He felt something thick drip at the join. Head thrown back, he was trembling. He hadn’t even ejaculated, but he’d crested lightly.
A broad tongue of climax licked up his entire body.
“Ha, fuck—”
He breathed the curse low. He licked his lower lip and hugged him. His chest tightened and he couldn’t breathe.
Without thinking, Jaeha rolled his hips in a circle. Every time the Alpha’s swollen, knotted cock scraped his inner wall, the inside clenched on its own.
The sensation of something thick and soft entering and moving in mucosa he had, but had never recognized, was like disassembling his soul and putting it back together.
It felt like something he’d carried all this time collapsed with a crash and he was born again.
It was a little scary, but not completely frightening. The peak that strange sensation brought. Ever since the last time, whenever he was with him, he got soaked in back there—and it was strange.
But it wasn’t only his inside that was wet. Taegun’s cock kept bobbing inside him too.
It wasn’t ejaculation—more like pre-fluid—and the little warm-and-cool waves inside were blocked by the condom, so he couldn’t feel it fully.
“Driving me nuts. Next time let’s just do it raw. I want to come inside.”
For once, his tone even sounded a little cute. That tone made him fret and he bounced his hips.
He wanted to give him everything he wanted. He nodded. Looking into his heat-bright eyes, Jang Taegun gave a small laugh.
“You’re a disaster waiting to happen. What are you trusting in a thug to nod like that. Looks like you’ll do everything I ask.”
“Hh, uhh, still… Ah—!”
He wanted to say it was fine. If only Jang Taegun hadn’t clenched his jaw and driven up into him from below, vibrating his pelvis.
He couldn’t take it anymore; he buried his forehead in his shoulder and keened.
His eyes burned like they were swimming with tears. His breath roared in his ear. It was the loudest typhoon of his life.
“What do you think I’m going to ask for.”
He murmured low. It sounded a little amused and somehow angry. He realized a beat late that it was Jang Taegun’s lust.