“Mmph…!”
Han Seung Jae’s fingers rubbed the tender lining of Seo Yi Kyung’s cheek. They traced his even teeth and pressed against the roof of his mouth. Yi Kyung’s tongue scraped over his firm knuckles. Saliva he couldn’t swallow spilled past his lips.
“Hah… mmph… ah…!”
Yi Kyung’s ragged breathing was the only sound in the room. Then a wet sound joined it. At some point, Seung Jae had slipped three fingers into his mouth.
Seung Jae’s gaze shifted to the door. It was unlocked. Anyone could come in.
He wanted to drive his cock into Yi Kyung right here, but he hadn’t forgotten where they were. Countless members of his family were downstairs at this very moment. It wasn’t that he cared much about that. He had already spent the entire evening doing what was expected of him.
It was past midnight.
“Ugh!”
Seung Jae’s fingers must have touched the back of his throat; Yi Kyung’s throat quivered. Seung Jae drew his fingers back a little, then pressed and rubbed them over Yi Kyung’s tongue. His ring, gleaming with saliva, turned once around his finger.
“So why would you try to swallow something when you don’t even know what it is?”
His low voice sounded almost admonishing. He studied the redness around Yi Kyung’s eyes. Tears had gathered there.
Yi Kyung’s long eyelashes fluttered. As Seung Jae’s fingers moved across his tongue and edged closer to his throat again, Yi Kyung bit down. Seung Jae pushed his fingers farther in anyway.
Suddenly, Yi Kyung reached between Seung Jae’s legs. He seemed to be trying to push him away, but it felt different to Seung Jae. It felt as though Yi Kyung were rubbing him. His hand even closed around Seung Jae’s swollen cock.
Ah. A heavy breath escaped through Seung Jae’s teeth. Blood had rushed to his groin, leaving an ache behind his pubic bone. He had been hard for some time. With omega pheromones filling the room like this, how could his body have failed to react?
He hadn’t had sex lately, either. Yi Kyung’s hand had been one reason; Seung Jae’s schedule had been another. He had gathered what little patience he possessed and contented himself with his fingers. He couldn’t count how many times he had crushed the urge to tear through Yi Kyung’s suit trousers and thrust his cock into him.
“Hh…!”
Yi Kyung made a sobbing sound, unable even to close his mouth. He could neither push Seung Jae’s fingers out nor suck on them. He bit hard enough to leave teeth marks, but Seung Jae’s hand never stayed still. His fingers worked over Yi Kyung’s tongue as though they were fucking his mouth.
“Mm… ah….”
Moans kept escaping Yi Kyung. With his other hand, Seung Jae pulled down his tie and finished loosening it. His eyes remained fixed on one place.
The black tie hung from his fingers like a long snake. He withdrew the fingers he had been thrusting into Yi Kyung’s mouth and wound the tie around the wrist of the hand touching his cock. His saliva-wet fingers slipped over the fabric as he tied its end to the sofa.
Seung Jae unbuttoned his suit jacket. The dark fabric slid past his broad shoulders and landed on the table before falling to the floor. The cuff links at his sleeves gleamed.
Lying on the sofa with his right hand bound by the tie, Yi Kyung’s shoulders rose and fell sharply. Secretary Park was taking far too long to bring the suppressants. But their absence didn’t mean there was no other way.
An omega in heat sent pheromones far and wide to draw alphas to him. And here was an alpha. All they needed to do was draw the heat out of Yi Kyung’s body.
Seung Jae took hold of Yi Kyung’s belt while Yi Kyung continued to struggle for breath. Keeping his bound right hand raised, Yi Kyung opened the buckle with his left. Then he twisted his hips, as if helping Seung Jae free him from the constriction.
His white suit trousers and drawers came off together. Yi Kyung’s cock sprang free and swayed. Between his thighs, slick had left everything wet and sticky.
Seung Jae slid a hand behind Yi Kyung’s knee and folded his leg up. His rigid cock trembled. The opening exposed between his spread legs fluttered. Seung Jae rubbed its folds with a finger. So much slick had been flowing from it that he could probably push his cock straight in. With his free hand, he pulled off his belt.
Yi Kyung’s hips shivered. The white agarwood pheromones pouring from Seung Jae’s body had become overwhelming. Seung Jae undid his buckle and lowered his zipper.
He drew out the cock whose thick, straight outline had shown through his partly exposed drawers, then stroked its thin foreskin and the broad head beneath it.
After a few strokes, fluid seeped from its tip.
Yi Kyung trembled. With one knee drawn up, he shuddered at the sensation passing over his exposed underside. The head brushed his balls, dragged across his bared perineum, and moved lower. Fluid from its tip stretched in long strands wherever it passed.
Seung Jae rubbed his cock along the cleft of Yi Kyung’s ass. Yi Kyung’s opening fluttered around the head, its soft inner flesh slick-soaked and thoroughly wet.
“When did you get this wet?”
Seung Jae clicked his tongue softly and slowly pressed his cock against the opening. A chill ran through Yi Kyung at the sensation of it beginning to spread. Seung Jae pushed, and the drenched opening parted with a wet sound. The hot walls closing around his cock made his head swim. His eyes narrowed.
“Hah… ah!”
Yi Kyung tugged down on his bound right hand. His ass quivered as he stretched to his limit. Then he clenched hard around the cock filling him so deeply.
His own cock jerked against his lower stomach, spilling fluid in a sudden gush. Thin strings stretched between its tip and the pale skin of his belly.
Seung Jae pulled back and thrust his hips forward. The impact sent more fluid spraying from Yi Kyung’s cock.
The sofa was large enough for two people to lie on, yet Yi Kyung’s body was being driven steadily toward one end.
Seung Jae tightened his hold behind Yi Kyung’s knee. Yi Kyung’s thighs spread wider, and his tailbone twitched faintly above his upturned ass.
Seung Jae looked down at where Yi Kyung gripped his cock. As he withdrew, semen spilled from the battered opening. Its red inner flesh, hot enough to burn, seemed to cling to his cock and follow it out.
Each time he drew back until the head showed and then drove in to the base, the stretched opening made an obscene, wet sound.
“Hh… mm… mm….”
Yi Kyung’s sobs mingled with it. Seung Jae kept fucking him without touching his cock, so Yi Kyung had begun stroking himself. That wasn’t a deliberate choice, either. He was only trying to relieve the heat that felt ready to burst out of him.
Apparently displeased, Seung Jae pushed Yi Kyung’s hand away and took hold of his cock himself. He rubbed his thumb up it at a leisurely pace, then used his nail to scrape beneath the foreskin. At the same time, he drove his cock deep into the narrow opening, as though forcing a path through it.
“Hah… ah!”
Each thrust deep inside made the cock in Seung Jae’s hand twitch. He stroked Yi Kyung up and down, then lightly squeezed the head. Yi Kyung’s hot inner walls clamped tight around him.
“Want me to make you come?”
Yi Kyung panted and nodded frantically. Seung Jae watched him in silence.
Sweat-damp hair clung to Yi Kyung’s forehead. His cheeks were flushed almost scarlet. Tears had gathered at the corners of his eyes from the heat, and traces remained on his lips where blood had beaded and disappeared. His tie hung crooked, and the buttons of his shirt had come undone.
Perhaps it was the white suit jacket he still wore, but his unblemished face looked remarkably innocent. Below the waist was another matter. His thighs were wet and spread wide, and the opening stretched to its limit was swallowing Seung Jae’s cock. Slick and semen had left a trail down the cleft of his ass.
He probably didn’t even know who was fucking him right now.
Seung Jae slowly rubbed the cock in his hand. Even that was enough to make Yi Kyung’s side twitch. His chest gradually rose with anticipation, his breathing quickening. But when Seung Jae’s hand stopped abruptly and the pleasure climbing his spine vanished, Yi Kyung looked up at him through unfocused eyes.
He tried to lower his bound right hand, gave up, and laid his left hand over the back of Seung Jae’s. He tried to move it, but it wouldn’t budge.
“Hah… hah….”
At last, Yi Kyung began to rock his hips. His movements were slow but steady. His ass lifted and shifted against the sofa, his tight opening taking Seung Jae’s cock in and letting it out again.
“You find a new way to surprise me every time. But at this rate, will we finish tonight?”
Seung Jae lazily lifted the foreskin from the head with his fingertips, then stroked down the shaft. Yi Kyung’s lower lip trembled. The walls squeezing Seung Jae’s cock shuddered just as much, sending every vibration through him.
“Lift your head.”
Had the words reached him? Yi Kyung slowly raised his head.
Seung Jae bent over him. Holding Yi Kyung as though trapped within his arms, he licked his lower lip. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. It urged him on, arousing him further. Blood pooled low in his body, pressing hard behind his pubic bone.
Seung Jae’s hips moved rhythmically, and so did his hand. He drove his cock all the way in, then pulled back until only the head remained. The opening, smeared with slick, made a wet sound. His hand began to move faster.
“Hh… mm… mmph…!”
He sucked Yi Kyung’s lower lip, then pushed his tongue deep into his mouth and tangled it with his. Perhaps it was all the wine they had drunk. Yi Kyung’s tongue tasted sweet. It wasn’t enough. The more Seung Jae tasted, the thirstier he became.
“Stick out your tongue farther.”
He swept the tender inside of Yi Kyung’s mouth, sucked on his retreating tongue, and caught all the saliva Yi Kyung couldn’t swallow.
Yi Kyung strained against the tie around his right wrist again and again. Finally, he reached up with his left hand and pulled Seung Jae closer by the back of his vest, clutching a fistful of dark fabric. Yi Kyung’s lips parted. He cried out and trembled all over as fluid spilled in thick pulses from the cock in Seung Jae’s hand.
“Hah… hah… hah….”
Yi Kyung kept gasping for breath, but his eyelids slowly began to close. His hand slackened, releasing the vest.
At the same time, Seung Jae let out a heavy breath and drew his hips back. The thick head of his cock scraped past the opening and slipped free. The foam-flecked opening remained slightly parted. Seung Jae reached out and traced its folds. Nothing had torn.
When he inserted a finger to check inside, Yi Kyung opened his eyes. Their gazes met, and Seung Jae slipped in a second finger. A wet sound followed the movement of his fingertips.
The walls that had gripped his cock moments ago were soft. In a low voice, Seung Jae spoke as though scolding him.
“Don’t squeeze me like you still want more. Do you have any idea where we are?”