When Seung Jae’s soft tongue slipped briefly from between his lips, Yi Kyung’s upper body heaved for breath.
“I noticed earlier that you barely ate.”
Seung Jae’s hand swept once over his faintly defined abdomen, then moved upward again. This time, however, it slipped beneath his pajamas. He gathered what little flesh there was and kneaded Yi Kyung’s bare chest. Yi Kyung drew short, hurried breaths before sharply holding one in.
“You should gain some weight.”
“S-Seung Jae!”
Yi Kyung cried out in a feverish voice, only to hear the leaves rustling in the wind and remember that they were on the terrace. He clapped a hand over his mouth and shook his head.
Just then, Yi Kyung sensed a presence and turned his head. A hazy light hovered in his wavering vision.
His lips parted behind the palm covering them. A strange sensation made him shudder as Seung Jae’s fingertips rubbed the nipple he had gathered between them.
As though reacting to the touch, Yi Kyung looked down at his chest. The hard hand moving beneath his puffed pajamas had prominent knuckles. The nipple beneath Seung Jae’s fingertips tingled and ached. At the same time, it itched so fiercely that his waist twisted.
It was a kind of pain he had never experienced before. No, the sensations of pain and pleasure alternated so rapidly that they only deepened his confusion.
Seung Jae rolled the gathered tip of his nipple in slow circles between his fingertips.
“And when you speak to someone, you should look them in the eye.”
“Hah, mm……!”
Yi Kyung lowered his hand to speak, then hurriedly covered his mouth again. The breathy sound had been so erotic that he could hardly believe it had come from him.
Seung Jae withdrew his hand and began undoing the buttons of his pajamas. Yi Kyung immediately planted both hands on the table and tried to lift his upper body. No matter what else was happening, they were still outside.
“Let’s go inside……”
If I can placate him long enough to get back into the bedroom, then run into the bathroom and lock the door, won’t I be all right as long as I hold out until morning?
Cornered and unable to move in either direction, Yi Kyung was assailed by a jumble of disordered thoughts. He flinched in the middle of speaking. Seung Jae’s deep-set eyes had drawn close to his half-raised body. Overwhelmed by that cold gaze, Yi Kyung swallowed the rest of the words lingering in his mouth.
Seung Jae pressed a lingering kiss to Yi Kyung’s frozen, pale neck. All the while, his hands continued undoing the buttons.
One after another, he slipped them effortlessly through their holes. The gradually opening pajama shirt slid down, fully exposing one of Yi Kyung’s shoulders. The night breeze swept over the hollow of his collarbone. Seung Jae’s lips followed. Yi Kyung’s throat bobbed.
“I-it would be b-better to do this on the bed……”
Recognizing the words Yi Kyung had barely managed to force out, Seung Jae lifted his lips from his shoulder. A red mark remained where his mouth had been.
“Why? I prefer it here.”
The curtains fluttered in the wind. In the light spilling through them, Yi Kyung’s body looked exceptionally pale. His nipples, in particular, were almost pink. One was reddened from being gripped only moments ago. Like a ripe fruit, it made Seung Jae’s mouth water.
Seung Jae clamped both hands around Yi Kyung’s slender waist. When Yi Kyung’s chest thrust stiffly forward, Seung Jae opened his mouth and devoured the tip of his nipple.
His other shoulder was fully exposed. Guided by Seung Jae’s fingertips, Yi Kyung’s pajama shirt slipped from his body and dropped to the floor.
Seung Jae’s tongue toyed blatantly with his nipple. He sucked the flesh hard enough to hollow his cheeks, making Yi Kyung’s side spasm. At the same time, his inner thighs began to tremble.
Yi Kyung’s upper body was lowered onto the table once more. One large hand stripped off his pajama bottoms and underwear in a single motion. Watching Seung Jae’s face approach again, Yi Kyung did not turn his head. If he did, Seung Jae would only become even more relentless than before.
“That’s right. Just like that.”
Perhaps pleased, Seung Jae stroked his nipple as though praising him.
“Mm!”
Their lips had merely met, yet Yi Kyung felt as though he were being devoured.
Perhaps because the pointed tip of his nipple was wet with saliva, the wind passing over his chest made his waist contract faintly as a shudder ran through him. Or perhaps it was because Seung Jae’s hand had skimmed over his hipbone and was sliding toward his inner thigh.
The fingers brushed his scrotum and passed over his smooth perineum. White agarwood pheromones continued flowing from Seung Jae’s body. Yi Kyung’s body, in turn, released the alluring, seductive scent of roses, though not excessively.
Seung Jae felt blood rushing violently downward until his pelvis ached. His body reacted naturally to the pheromones, stirring his sexual urges. Alphas and omegas could have sex without love. It was a primal desire to thrust his erect cock inside, pound into him without restraint, and come.
He placed a finger against the hole leaking lubricant. Yi Kyung’s body went rigid. Still sucking on his lips, Seung Jae used his tongue to part them when they tried to close, as though creating enough space for him to breathe. At the same time, he traced the folds of the wet hole before inserting his finger to the first knuckle. The hole opened with a slick, wet sound.
As his finger slid deeper, Yi Kyung thrust both hands out at once. His palms met Seung Jae’s firm chest.
“S-stop……!”
“Not yet.”
Without stopping, Seung Jae pushed his finger deep inside.
“Ah, hah……”
Yi Kyung twisted his waist. Seung Jae’s finger brushed against something. The sensation shot through his spine and surged rapidly into his head before vanishing.
“Is it here?”
Seung Jae moved his finger as though searching for something. Each time he did, a tingling sensation swept down Yi Kyung’s calves, making his mouth fall open involuntarily. He no longer felt as though he were lying on the table. His body, brimming with exhilaration, seemed to be floating in midair.
“One more?”
Yi Kyung shook his head. Even so, the number of Seung Jae’s fingers spreading his hole increased. Unable to tell whether the sensation was pain or pleasure, Yi Kyung convulsed again and again. His legs, raised in the air while he lay on the table, kicked helplessly.
Seung Jae gripped his slender hipbone tightly. At the same time, the fingers moving in and out of his hole grew faster. The lubricant flowing from him soaked Seung Jae’s entire palm.
“Ah, mm, ngh……”
Yi Kyung’s broken breaths came faster. His lips glistened, wet with saliva he had failed to swallow.
Unable to endure any longer, Seung Jae pulled out his fingers. Lubricant stretched from his fingertips in thin strands. He untied the belt of his bathrobe.
When the violent rush of sensation stopped all at once, every trace of strength drained from Yi Kyung’s body. He stared blankly into the air. Then his expression froze in an instant.
Feeling something hot and long against his inner thigh, he hurriedly tried to close his legs. It was a reflexive response, but it amounted to no more than a feeble movement. Seung Jae caught his ankle and spread his thighs even wider than before.
Yi Kyung’s knees were pushed upward as he lay on the table, leaving his legs in something close to an M shape. It was, of course, not by choice. Seung Jae’s cock abruptly pressed hard against the inside of his thigh.
Seung Jae looked down at the small hole, wet and twitching as transparent lubricant seeped from it. The hole that had held three of his fingers only moments ago was flushed red, opening and closing obscenely.
“Haa……”
Yi Kyung’s hazy vision slowly came into focus as he panted and blinked. Seung Jae extended his tongue and licked his lower lip. He looked like an animal savoring its prey. A dark hunger filled his eyes. With his back to the light spilling from the bedroom, half his face lay in shadow while his eyes gleamed, making him appear even more bestial.
“You should relax unless you want that pretty hole to tear.”
More than anything, Seung Jae’s cock was far thicker and longer. Yi Kyung was already reeling from the sight, and Seung Jae’s words only intensified his fear. His bare upper body trembled in the night breeze. Anyone would have gone rigid at the sight of something so thick and long about to enter them.
“Tsk.”
Seung Jae clicked his tongue quietly and slid a hand behind Yi Kyung’s unresponsive knee. His leg was raised higher, rounding his hips upward.
“Ah!”
The head rubbing against his rounded ass slipped down past his scrotum.
How many times had it moved back and forth over the wet hole? Sticky lubricant coated the head, while the contracting opening puckered obscenely and sucked at the shaft. Fluid dripped from the tip of Seung Jae’s urethra as he rubbed against him. He gave Yi Kyung time to relax. Yet his body remained unchanged, stiff and rigid.
Still holding behind Yi Kyung’s knee as he rubbed his cock against him, Seung Jae suddenly spread his pale legs wide. Lubricant trickled along the cleft of the ass abruptly exposed to him. Yi Kyung’s wet pheromones were provoking him just as intensely.
“Mm.”
At last, the head of his cock split open the narrow, obscene hole.
“H-how far is it going to go……?”
Watching the opening laboriously swallow his cock, Seung Jae drove his hips forward. The tightly stretched folds spread to their limit.
“It isn’t tearing. It’s taking me well. You’ve swallowed about half now.”
The hole swallowing his cock released a lewd, squelching sound.
“Hah, mm!”
The sensation of being pierced from below lifted Yi Kyung’s hips helplessly toward the sky. His feet flailed in midair. Seung Jae lowered his upper body over him. Gripping the base of his own cock, he aligned it with the hole trying to force the shaft back out and pressed in firmly. Pinned beneath Seung Jae’s heavy body, Yi Kyung could not move. The force driving the cock into him only grew stronger.
“I held back once, but I won’t do it a second time.”
The cock splitting him open and burying itself to the base was brutal.
Even on their honeymoon in Switzerland, Seung Jae had not been able to have sex with Yi Kyung. Yi Kyung had remained unwell after they arrived. Seung Jae had no perverse desire to pin down a sick man and fuck him. But the current Yi Kyung was in no state to reflect on the meaning of his words.
Yi Kyung’s lips parted, and his entire body trembled violently. Seung Jae’s cock seemed to withdraw, only to drive endlessly back inside, deeper and deeper. It pushed against his inner walls as though carving out a path, spreading the opening as it entered. With the cock striking somewhere impossibly deep inside him, Yi Kyung raised both arms without realizing it and wrapped them around Seung Jae’s neck.
Seung Jae’s previously relentless movements stopped. Then he reached out with one hand and cradled Yi Kyung’s back. He had disliked Yi Kyung avoiding his gaze, but this was not bad in its own way.
Seung Jae gradually began moving his hips. Yet after withdrawing once and thrusting upward again, his eyes tightened.
“I like the way you’re biting down on my cock, but it can’t go all the way in like this.”
The narrow hole was clamped tightly around the head. Even as Seung Jae stroked his back as though coaxing him, Yi Kyung could not release the tension from his body. In the end, Seung Jae frowned and drew his hips back. The hole gaped after the head slipped free.
“H-hah…… Haa……”
Seung Jae lowered Yi Kyung onto his back. Yi Kyung continued panting heavily. One leg dangled over Seung Jae’s shoulder, while the other lay sprawled across the table.
Seung Jae stroked his cock with one hand and aligned it once more with the twitching opening. After clenching so tightly around his cock moments ago, the wet hole streaming fluid was soft and slick. But the deeper he entered, the more the narrow inner walls pushed against him.
With a hard thrust, Seung Jae drove his cock deep inside. He continued moving his hips as if repeatedly forcing a path open, while one hand closed around Yi Kyung’s cock. The pale shaft disappeared within his fist, then its tip emerged again.
“Ah, mm, ngh……!”
For every thrust from behind, Seung Jae stroked the cock jutting forward. The more he did, the more Yi Kyung’s mind dissolved into a sticky haze. He could no longer tell whether the table was shaking, the night sky was swaying, or the entire world had overturned and begun to tremble.