Seung Jae sat down across from him. The cool night breeze swept over his body. His sharply sculpted features betrayed no vulnerability whatsoever.
Whenever Seung Jae stared at him like that, Yi Kyung never knew what he was supposed to do. He hurriedly braced both arms on the table and rose. It seemed better to lie beneath the covers with his eyes closed. If he held out just a little longer, morning would come, and Seung Jae would leave the house again. The moment that thought occurred to him, however—
As Yi Kyung tried to walk away, Seung Jae seized his wrist and pulled. Yi Kyung’s legs changed direction helplessly. His body tilted, and something firm met the backs of his thighs. His breath seemed to stop.
His head spun. With Seung Jae still gripping his wrist, Yi Kyung found himself perched on his thigh. Those impeccably refined features were now dangerously close. Damp black hair and eyes that seemed to peer into the very depths of him filled his vision.
The instant he became conscious of it, his heart began pounding wildly. Seung Jae stared intently at him, his gaze gradually descending. His blade-sharp nose tilted. The distance between their lips narrowed until they were almost touching.
“Has the wound healed?”
The wound……?
Yi Kyung’s mind refused to work properly. His mouth could not keep pace with his thoughts. Seung Jae extended his tongue and slowly licked Yi Kyung’s lower lip.
Yi Kyung’s waist jerked. He looked ready to spring to his feet and flee at any moment, but Seung Jae was faster. Still clutching one of Yi Kyung’s wrists, he wrapped his other arm around his waist and held him in place.
Unable to move either way, Yi Kyung stiffened all the way down his spine. Every nerve focused on the hard arm around his waist and the soft flesh brushing his lips.
After lightly licking his lower lip, Seung Jae said indifferently,
“You said you didn’t like me. You never said you hated me, did you?”
“……”
Yi Kyung blinked. Had Seung Jae been dwelling on what he had said? His lips parted unconsciously. As if he had been waiting for precisely that, Seung Jae slid the wet tip of his tongue into his mouth.
“Mm.”
Their lips sealed together, muffling the brief moan that escaped Yi Kyung. As if it had been a signal, Seung Jae’s fingers tightened around his waist. Yi Kyung could not move an inch.
The hot tip of Seung Jae’s tongue toyed with the tender inside of his mouth, coiled around his tongue, and rubbed against the insides of his cheeks. Seung Jae gathered up even the saliva beneath his tongue, leaving him short of breath.
At last, white agarwood pheromones began flowing from Seung Jae’s body. Yi Kyung’s thighs twitched faintly. What omega could remain unaffected by a dominant alpha’s pheromones—especially when he was this close, taking them in with his entire body?
Yi Kyung’s chest rose slightly. With every breath, a heady exhilaration spread through him, making his body feel almost weightless.
A pleasant scent could lift anyone’s spirits. The scent of a superior alpha had an especially powerful effect. An alpha’s pheromones helped an omega’s rear loosen and stimulated the flow of lubricant so that it could accommodate a penis without strain.
“M-mmph……!”
Yi Kyung tried to pull his head back and escape. The more he struggled, the more wetly their lips clung together. He desperately tried to push away the tongue ravaging his mouth, but he was no match for Seung Jae.
If anything, he only provoked him further. Instead of pushing him away, Yi Kyung’s tongue seemed to rub against his. When that failed, he pressed his lips shut and even gave small bites with his teeth. Seung Jae merely thrust deeper with greater force.
Yi Kyung could not endure much longer. He tugged at Seung Jae’s bathrobe, perhaps in an effort to push him away. Seung Jae finally released the tongue he had been sucking. A long strand of saliva stretched between them like a thread.
Yi Kyung’s wet lower lip parted as he desperately gulped down air.
“Haa…… Haa……”
His upper body heaved rapidly. Seung Jae slowly loosened his grip on Yi Kyung’s wrist. Red fingerprints remained on the skin. It would probably be bruised by morning.
Seung Jae looked down at the wrist, then slowly rubbed it with the tip of his thumb. His eyes remained fixed on Yi Kyung with almost obsessive intensity. Yi Kyung’s formerly pale face was now flushed, and his parted lips were even redder.
Seung Jae spoke quietly.
“You have the most innocent face in the world, but your scent is indecent.”
Busy catching his breath, Yi Kyung understood the words only belatedly. His face burned. This body was that of a dominant omega, and its pheromones carried the bewitching scent of roses. He had been too flustered to notice, but provocative pheromones were already streaming from his own body.
“That……”
That’s not it.
Yi Kyung’s wet lips moved. It made him look as though he were trying to seduce Seung Jae. He had not done it intentionally. His body was merely reacting instinctively to Seung Jae’s pheromones. But there was no chance of his mouth keeping pace with his muddled thoughts.
Yi Kyung rose onto his toes and slipped his wrist from between Seung Jae’s loosened fingers. He stood, but before he could take more than a few steps, his legs buckled violently.
Again!
There was no strength in this body whatsoever.
This time, he was falling backward. Yi Kyung squeezed his eyes shut without thinking, but no sharp pain came. Something solid wrapped around his back, and a cold, chilling voice sounded directly in front of him instead.
“You really were trying to run away this time, weren’t you?”
Yi Kyung opened his eyes as his body tilted. It was not of his own volition. With one arm supporting his back, Seung Jae lowered him onto the table.
The vast night sky filled Yi Kyung’s vision. Then Seung Jae’s impassive face appeared above him at an angle.
Unlike a moment ago, when he had been too dazed to think, Yi Kyung knew exactly what Seung Jae intended to do. Deep shadows fell across Seung Jae’s sharp features. Just before their lips met, Yi Kyung whipped his head aside.
“You’d better not provoke me.”
“……!”
Breath brushed his exposed throat, raising goose bumps across his skin. Yi Kyung’s chin trembled faintly. Watching him, Seung Jae pressed his lips to the nape of his neck.
His cold lips parted, and the sensation of his skin being sucked was starkly vivid. Yi Kyung’s lower lip quivered.
“Ah……”
Yi Kyung clenched his teeth, suppressing the moan before it could escape. Even so, a faint, sobbing breath slipped out.
Yi Kyung stubbornly kept his head turned away. Seung Jae extended his wet tongue and licked around his neck. He sucked the slender line beneath his ear, then grazed his earlobe with his teeth. He was clearly being deliberately persistent because he disliked the way Yi Kyung had turned his head as if avoiding a kiss.
Unable to endure the blatant movements of the tongue licking the shell of his ear, Yi Kyung finally twisted his neck away in desperation.
“I think I just heard something……!”
He was in no state to hear anything. He had merely blurted out the first excuse that came to mind. Lying across the table, Yi Kyung looked close to tears. Perhaps that was why Seung Jae went still for a moment. But then his hand resumed its slow torment of Yi Kyung’s slender waist.
“I didn’t hear anything.”
“What if someone sees us……?”
Yi Kyung trailed off. In truth, the high walls made it virtually impossible for anyone to see inside the property. Nor did the people living in the house ever come as far as the couple’s bedroom on the inner side of the second floor.
More than that, he simply wanted to escape Seung Jae’s weight pinning him down. Part of him was already plotting to get back inside, use a shower as an excuse to enter the bathroom, lock the door, and barricade himself there.
Seung Jae’s eyes narrowed as he looked down at him. The Yi Kyung reflected in them looked entirely different. The light spilling from the bedroom cast a reddish glow over his face. His eyes were damp as well, giving him an appearance that stirred lust.
“Seung Jae, please let go of me.”
This is bad.
Seung Jae’s pheromones were surging toward him with threatening force. Yi Kyung lowered both hands and covered the back of the hand pressing down on his waist. The incoming pheromones sent tingles through his entire body. Yi Kyung seemed overwhelmed by pheromones carrying an unmistakably sexual intent.
In response, his hips twitched. His rear was growing wet. Each time he twisted his waist, even slightly, he felt a faint rush of arousal and tingling along his sensitized inner walls.
That made him look up at Seung Jae in desperation. His yearning, parted lips were bright red, and the tongue glimpsed inside his mouth as he panted was flushed scarlet, looking almost sweet. His waist fit perfectly within Seung Jae’s hands. As if it belonged there. As if it belonged to him.
“If that’s what you’re worried about, don’t be. No one will come here without my permission.”
Having given that assurance, Seung Jae leaned down.
“!”
The response was so utterly unexpected that Yi Kyung could not even argue. Soft flesh plunged into his open mouth as though filling the space left by his stunned, parted lips.
Yi Kyung’s throat jerked. Seung Jae invaded the tender inside of his mouth far more quickly than before. The hand caressing his waist was just as rough.
With Seung Jae’s tongue pressing in so deeply that he could barely breathe, Yi Kyung tried to turn his head. A large hand seized him firmly beneath the chin, preventing him from moving. He could do nothing but endure the tongue tangling fiercely with his own.
“Mmph……!”
The large hand that had been stroking his side swept upward. It traced his slender shoulder, passed over his collarbone, and fondled his lean chest. At the same time, Seung Jae’s long leg forced apart Yi Kyung’s thighs as he lay across the table. With Seung Jae’s tongue occupying his mouth, Yi Kyung did not even register that his legs had been spread wide open.
A broad palm slowly rubbed his nipple through his pajamas.
“Mmm……”
The tips of their tongues rubbed together inside his mouth. Yi Kyung tried to push out the tongue that had forced its way in. The more he resisted, the more relentless Seung Jae’s kiss became.
Seung Jae pressed his long leg down between Yi Kyung’s parted thighs, gradually adding weight. His fingertips gathered the fabric of Yi Kyung’s pajamas against his skin, and his hand closed around his chest.