Without realizing it, Shin-Yeon let his mouth fall open, his tongue slipping out slightly. The small tongue carried a soft pink tint, like a camellia bud.
Flushed red from the heat surging through him, he stared blankly up at Kyo-Shin, who had climbed over him.
Kyo-Shin hooked a thumb at the corner of his mouth and pulled it open, and clear saliva spilled down along his chin.
“Mm…”
“A baby who can’t even manage his own drool, and still has the nerve to try to seduce me into marriage.”
Two large fingers slipped into his narrow mouth, stroking his slick tongue and brushing along the roof.
“Hhk—!”
“Don’t just open your mouth—open your throat. Slowly.”
“Cough— ngh…!”
Shin-Yeon could barely manage even the fingers, but when he finally loosened his throat, Kyo-Shin moved his hand.
The fingers pushed deep inside, and Shin-Yeon grabbed onto his arm with both hands, scratching weakly.
“Shh… slowly now. Swallow while you suck. That’s it.”
Holding his flushed chin in one hand and tilting it up, Kyo-Shin moved his fingers slowly, teaching him how to use his tongue.
Clumsily licking and sucking, Shin-Yeon soon began to struggle, tears spilling from his eyes as he pushed the hand away.
“Haah…! Hah, ngh…”
“Baby, if you want to marry me, you’ll have to learn how to suck and swallow properly. Think you can manage?”
Kyo-Shin wiped the corner of his mouth as he looked down at him fondly.
Blinking through tear-wet lashes, Shin-Yeon struggled upright with a miserable expression.
“If I do that… you’ll marry me, right? You ignored my proposal and went on a blind date with another omega… hic…!”
“Mm… looks like Seo Kyo-Shin really did something wrong.”
Having mostly dodged or deflected Shin-Yeon’s proposals until now, Kyo-Shin gently soothed him.
At that, Shin-Yeon’s tears spilled over. He wiped them with his hand, face full of grievance.
“Yeah… you did something wrong… hic… I’ve been so embarrassed every day, trying so hard to win you over…”
“Ah, so even in the middle of heat, you’re upset enough to argue about it?”
At the question, Shin-Yeon nodded, tears falling freely.
“My friends said my flirting sounds like something from the early 2000s… ngh… I didn’t even ask if something was burning… hic…”
Hearing that pitiful complaint, Kyo-Shin immediately recalled the famous pickup line from an old drama—and burst out laughing.
“Hahaha! Don’t tell me—you were going to use that too? Ask Executive Director Seo if something was burning?”
At the cute confession, his erection twitched sharply. Gripping himself with one hand, he cradled the back of Shin-Yeon’s head with the other.
“If you still don’t fall for it… they say classic is best… hic…”
Sobbing as he answered in stiff, overly careful English pronunciation, Shin-Yeon only made him laugh harder.
After a moment of quiet chuckling, Kyo-Shin brushed the tip of himself against Shin-Yeon’s lips and said,
“Classic is the best.”
“Wow… hic! Your English sounds sexy— mmph?”
Still marveling, Shin-Yeon’s mouth was suddenly filled. Kyo-Shin’s gaze darkened further.
The tight, soft mouth was so delicate it felt like it might tear if he moved wrong.
Each time his teeth grazed lightly along him, a sharp, electric sensation shot down his spine.
“Open wide and suck. If you can’t do this, you’ll have to withdraw your proposal.”
“I c-can do it… mm…”
Even just the tip filled his small mouth completely.
Overwhelmed, Shin-Yeon could barely use his tongue, only managing clumsy licks. The thick length throbbed harder in response.
“Haah… use your tongue. Don’t use your teeth. A little brushing can feel good—but don’t bite down.”
Excited by the heat and the clumsy movements, Kyo-Shin slid his hand down again, parting his hips.
Wet, slick sounds followed.
“Hhk—! Haah…!”
Thick fingers spread him open, pressing into the tight, soaked entrance.
The hot inner walls stretched abruptly, too tight to open properly as the fingers pushed deeper.
“Ah— haah!”
Shin-Yeon jolted, his body trembling as the two thick fingers entered at once, pressing along the sensitive inner walls.
“So tight. But more importantly—baby, you should be sucking.”
Startled, Shin-Yeon accidentally let go, and Kyo-Shin immediately opened his mouth again, pushing himself back in slowly.
“Haah… ah, ngh…”
Shin-Yeon sucked at the hot, hard tip like a lollipop, tears spilling from his eyes.
The fingers had looked slim from the outside—but inside, pressing and stretching, they felt thick and overwhelming.
“Mm… slrp!”
Ah… this feels good… what is this?
A strange, unfamiliar pleasure spread through his body, like something rolling inside him and being pressed again and again.
His whole body, already sensitive from heat, reacted wildly—opening and tightening on its own.
Every heat cycle had brought this restless, itchy feeling deep inside, leaving him unsatisfied no matter what he did alone.
Right—if I’m with an alpha, it’s supposed to get better.
“—!”
At that moment, a finger pressed deep inside—and everything exploded.
A jolt of pleasure shot from head to toe, and Shin-Yeon froze, accidentally letting go with his mouth.
“So the place you like is this deep. No wonder your small fingers weren’t enough.”
Seeing him tremble, legs pressing together instinctively, Kyo-Shin’s lips curved upward.
Even as tears streamed down his face, Shin-Yeon grabbed him with both hands, licking and moving his hips slowly.
At the peak of his heat, the side of him that had always seemed innocent and young surfaced—raw and instinctive.
Already this bold, huh.
“If you keep sucking like that, looking like you’re enjoying it so much, it’ll be hard to let you off just because you’re a baby. What am I supposed to do with you?”
His expression flushed with excitement, Kyo-Shin moved his fingers faster.
The tight inner walls clenched and pulsed, growing wetter.
Even this feels cute.
Wet, rhythmic sounds filled the air as the stimulation intensified.
“Hah—! Haah… ah—!”
Shin-Yeon’s legs trembled violently. His eyes went wide as his body arched.
Then—
He came.
It was the first time he had reached that point from stimulation like this.
Completely different from when he had tried on his own during past heat cycles.
Shaking, soaked in sweat and release, he collapsed limply.
“Haah… haah…”
His body still trembled, the lingering sensation making his head spin.
A soft, wet sound followed as the fingers slipped out.
“Haah…”
His vision blurred. As his eyes began to close—
“Open your mouth, baby.”
“Ah…”
Kyo-Shin’s muscles tensed sharply.
Pleasure surged again, right at the edge.
Gripping himself tightly, he moved his hand as he held the back of Shin-Yeon’s head.
The moment the tip entered his mouth—
Everything spilled.
Startled, Shin-Yeon jerked.
“You have to do this well too. Try swallowing.”
“Hic…!”
Breathing hard, Shin-Yeon swallowed.
After so long, it was a deeply satisfying release. Kyo-Shin’s body shuddered.
He pushed deeper, enjoying the sensation as it lingered.
Damn… this tight mouth is incredible.
Thunk.
Shin-Yeon coughed weakly, collapsing as he caught his breath.
“You worked so hard because you want to marry me?”
Kyo-Shin traced his fingers along his lips.
He had noticed those lips from the very first time they met.
Back then, stained with sauce, they had already seemed cute.
Maybe that was why—everything Shin-Yeon did looked cute to him.
He had waited, deliberately, until the boy became an adult.
The trap he had laid worked perfectly—Shin-Hee had run away, pregnant.
And in the end, they had no choice but to bring Kim Shin-Yeon to him.
He had been curious how the boy would react when forced into his hands.
But this… was even more satisfying than expected.
“I didn’t expect you’d propose first, and cling to me like this.”
Even Shin-Yeon’s ridiculous flirting only looked cute to him.
But this wasn’t enough.
He had no intention of letting things end here—until he had him completely.
“Suhan has its own problems, separate from you.”
Sliding down beside him, Kyo-Shin brushed a finger over the small pink bud on his chest.
Soft. Warm.
After only a few strokes, it hardened under his touch.
He lowered his head, taking it into his mouth.
The wet heat, the slow pressure—
“Mmh…”
Shin-Yeon trembled, releasing again.
Pulling back, Kyo-Shin watched him with cool eyes.
“A kitten on the outside, but inside… a rabbit. So sensitive everywhere. Why are you so pretty when you react like this?”
After holding him for a while, touching and indulging himself, Kyo-Shin finally rose from the bed.
Lifting him carefully, he carried him toward the bathroom, murmuring softly by his ear:
“Baby… keep working hard at proposing to me. I’m enjoying this.”