Squish—slurp—
Pulling his fingers out of the tight, slick opening, Kyo-Shin held them up, soaked in clear fluid, and showed them to Shin-Yeon.
“Were you drooling this much because you wanted to eat me up?”
The liquid that had spilled from between his flushed cheeks was thick with omega pheromones, trailing down his thighs, soaking his calves and even his feet.
Shin-Yeon trembled like he’d been shocked, and Kyo-Shin lifted him into his arms and carried him into the bathroom.
“You want to take me, baby?”
“Ahh…”
“Then go ahead. Take Seo Kyo-Shin.”
***
In the large bathtub filled with overflowing hot water, Shin-Yeon, who had briefly lost consciousness, slowly opened his eyes.
Water droplets ran down his face. As he rubbed at his eyes, he saw Kyo-Shin holding him, a white ceramic bottle in his hand.
“This is sake you drink warm. It’s called atsukan.”
“Atsukan?”
“Atsu means hot, kan means heated.”
Kyo-Shin checked the temperature using the thermometer attached to the bottle, then took a warmed cup from the small tray set beside the tub and poured the liquor.
“Smell it first.”
“…Huh?”
The cup held up to his nose carried a rich, mellow aroma unlike regular alcohol.
Taking it carefully, like he was drinking hot tea, Shin-Yeon sipped.
“…It’s not as hot as I expected.”
“If it’s too hot, the alcohol evaporates. Atsukan is sensitive to temperature. That’s why it’s sweet, rich, and clean.”
Kyo-Shin watched him quietly as he drank in small sips.
Shin-Yeon, pale and flushed like a camellia soaked in spring rain, glanced at him shyly before speaking.
“I don’t really understand alcohol yet… but I think it’s good.”
'It feels like your lips taste sweeter than this, Executive Director Seo.'
“…Haha. Feeling better now? You were all stiff and sulking earlier. Warmer now, so your mood improved too?”
With sake still in his mouth, Kyo-Shin tilted Shin-Yeon’s chin up and pressed their lips together.
“Mmm… ngh—”
Gulp.
Caught off guard, Shin-Yeon swallowed the liquor flowing from Kyo-Shin’s mouth. As their tongues brushed together, the sweetness made his gaze soften.
“…It’s good.”
As he licked his lips and reached for the bottle again, Kyo-Shin caught his wrist.
“My baby gets handsy when he drinks. Don’t have too much.”
“Just a little more… please…?”
Kyo-Shin poured another cup, took a mouthful himself, and looked at him.
With half-lidded eyes, Shin-Yeon cupped his face with soft hands, turned his head, and stole the sake from his lips.
Lick—
Like a kitten, he lapped at the liquor that spilled over.
Finding that unbearably adorable, Kyo-Shin’s gaze dropped, sharp and dangerous.
“Was it that good you had to steal it? Was it the sake… or me?”
“…You’re not an old man.”
Held in his arms, sharing warm sake through kisses, Shin-Yeon wrapped his arms around his long, solid neck.
'This is bad… really bad… but… just for one night… would it be so wrong to have Seo Kyo-Shin?'
Even if he told the truth—that he’d only tried to marry him to keep the company from collapsing—Shin-Hee would never believe it.
He might accuse him of trying to steal his man… hit him, or throw him out.
Right now, his brother seemed subdued after everything he’d been through… but that didn’t change his nature.
As Shin-Yeon fell silent, burying his face against his shoulder, Kyo-Shin murmured by his ear,
“Want the last of it too, baby?”
“…Yes.”
“If you drink the last cup, you’ll have to take me. You sure about that?”
There was something eerie yet sensual in the way he spoke so crudely. Shin-Yeon flushed, staring at him.
'He’s going to marry Shin-Hee anyway… he’s just playing with me, right?'
'He’s only putting up with me because I’m Shin-Hee’s little brother.'
Then… just this once.
“Okay… I’ll drink it.”
And then I’ll run.
Far enough that I’ll never hear about their wedding.
Closing his eyes at the sinful smile on Kyo-Shin’s lips, Shin-Yeon pressed his lips to his.
The sake, steeped in the scent of acacia, tasted sweet—and bitter.
***
On the dark bed, Shin-Yeon, wrapped in Kyo-Shin’s arms, kissed him as his hand drifted downward.
“Ah… mmh…”
Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes as he looked down—and froze.
“…Is that… even human?”
The thick, veined length looked as big as his forearm, the swollen head heavy and overwhelming.
No, seriously… is that real?
Eyes wide, Shin-Yeon swallowed hard, briefly debating whether to just throw up the alcohol and pretend none of this ever happened.
Kyo-Shin trailed his tongue along his soft cheek, biting down lightly at his neck while his hand squeezed his chest.
“Ah—!”
“Baby, you’re the one taking me—why are you acting so calm?”
His flat chest lifted, nipples tightening sharply from the stimulation.
Kyo-Shin watched his reaction with amusement, leaving marks along his collarbone.
“What? Scared because I’m too big?”
“Ah… it’s just… I’ve never seen anything like it…”
“So my baby lies now.”
He laughed, remembering how during his heat, this same body had clung tightly around him, thighs trembling as if it couldn’t handle it.
“Haah…”
Releasing more of his pheromones, Kyo-Shin exhaled warm breath over the soft pink peaks, then circled one slowly with his tongue before taking it deeply into his mouth.
“Ah…! Ahh… th-this is weird…”
Grabbing Shin-Yeon’s hand, he guided it to the other side, making him stimulate himself.
Slurp—
“Ahh… ngh… ah—!”
The intense suction made his vision flash white. Shin-Yeon arched, letting out a broken sound.
The pleasure from Kyo-Shin’s mouth was nothing like what he could do himself.
As Shin-Yeon shifted, brushing against him with his knee, Kyo-Shin lowered his hand.
Placing the heavy heat directly onto his thigh, he said,
“Want to take me with your knees? Go ahead.”
“Wh-why is it so heavy…?”
Is that even supposed to be heavy?
Even through the haze of alcohol and pheromones, the weight registered, making his face burn hotter.
As Shin-Yeon, still covering his mouth in shock, rubbed against him unintentionally, Kyo-Shin laughed.
“My baby’s too light.”
The faint freesia scent blooming from Shin-Yeon’s flushed body mixed with the acacia in the air.
Rising slightly, Kyo-Shin pressed a kiss to his knee, then gripped both of his legs.
“…?!”
With one hand, he pushed Shin-Yeon’s legs up until they pressed against his chest, lifting his hips with the other.
“Ah—!”
Folded in half on the bed, Shin-Yeon let out a strained breath as Kyo-Shin looked down.
Between his spread cheeks, the clean, flushed opening glistened, slick and inviting.
Entranced, Kyo-Shin pulled him closer and lowered his head.
“W-wait—Executive Director—no, no!”
As Shin-Yeon struggled, his small, soft body swayed helplessly in front of him.
Having already had him drink, Kyo-Shin’s restraint snapped at the sight—and he leaned in.
“Ahh—!”
His long tongue slid deep inside, licking and teasing without restraint.
“Ah—! Ahh, E-Executive Director! Th-this feels weird—!”
He worked his tongue insistently, pressing and sucking at the sensitive entrance.
“—!”
W-what is this?
Panicked, Shin-Yeon tried to push him away, then ended up covering his own mouth instead.
The unfamiliar sensation shattered everything he thought he knew about intimacy.
Tears welled in his eyes as his body reacted on its own—tightening, trembling.
Strange. Scary. Good.
The heat spread through him like a wildfire, building and building.
“Haah… ah—”
Even as he tried to stifle the sounds, the pleasure struck like flashes of lightning.
Then suddenly, the sensation vanished.
“Ahh—!”
He came immediately, body jerking.
“…Just—just do it.”
His voice shook uncontrollably. Even after finishing, the lingering stimulation made him squirm, unable to stop moving.
It felt good. But also too much.
Smack!
“Ah—!”
“My baby’s supposed to take me—where’d you learn to wiggle like you’re begging for it instead?”
Kyo-Shin lightly struck his hip, watching him as he came again, half-lost in panic.
Opening his mouth, he took him in, licking and teasing—
“Ah… ahh… E-Executive Director… no… ngh—!”
“Haah…”
Shin-Yeon’s eyes went wide, thighs trembling as he instinctively reached down—
But Kyo-Shin pushed his hand away and took him deeper into his mouth.