As if asking how long he was going to keep staring, Chahyun lifted Yeonwoo’s waist. His eyes gleamed with sharp anticipation. At the same time, his twitching cock nudged insistently at Yeonwoo’s pale cheek.
Yeonwoo glanced up at Chahyun’s gaze, then parted his lips to take the tip of the cock into his mouth.
It was so hard and thick that his jaw already began to ache.
“Mmm.”
“Do it properly.”
Even without being told, Yeonwoo had intended to do it properly. Otherwise, he’d end up being fucked all night and left in pain.
He opened his mouth wider and took more of the shaft in. The pungent, masculine scent mixed with the heavy weight of alpha pheromones.
“Ngh…, mmph.”
As his breathing became restricted by the cock filling his mouth, a flush spread across Yeonwoo’s face. He moved his head up and down to suck the shaft that filled his mouth.
“Don’t scrape with your teeth.”
Chahyun rubbed the back of Yeonwoo’s neck as he gave the order. His low voice, rough with arousal, tickled Yeonwoo’s soft ear.
Jjeup, cheup. Embarrassingly obscene sounds echoed. Heat rose all the way to his ears.
Embarrassed, Yeonwoo lowered his gaze and focused on the blowjob. Chahyun’s eyes never once left the long sweep of Yeonwoo’s eyelashes or his flushed lips.
“Haaah…”
The deeper and faster Yeonwoo moved, the more satisfied moans rumbled from Chahyun, filling the room.
He lightly caressed Yeonwoo’s puffed-out cheek, then roughly swept back his bangs. With his forehead now exposed, his flushed face was fully revealed. Yeonwoo’s face, wrapped around the cock, looked like a white canvas dotted here and there with splashes of red paint.
“Looks good on you.”
Chahyun muttered low, running his fingers through Yeonwoo’s soft hair.
Lately, he’d been feeling more and more like setting up that café for Yeonwoo had been a mistake. Just imagining him with this face, smiling sweetly at customers all day, twisted his insides.
There were a lot of reasons Neo Belle was doing well—but Chahyun knew one of them was this damn pretty face. The guy selling coffee had no business looking this sexy.
That obscenely seductive face and body should only be for him. Thinking those filthy thoughts, Chahyun moved his hips. He figured he should shoot a huge load of cum into Yeonwoo and mark him with alpha pheromones—enough to scare off any other alphas from even thinking about approaching.
“Ugh, mmph, nnngh…! Hmph.”
Even as the thick shaft pushed deep past the base of his tongue, Yeonwoo didn’t resist—he obediently relaxed his throat. The tears clinging to his lashes eventually rolled down his cheeks.
“Fuck, just hold on a little longer.”
Chahyun growled between clenched teeth, threatening him. Then he thrust deep, stirring Yeonwoo’s soft, hot mouth and prying open his throat by force.
“Fuuhh! Mmph…!”
“You really like it when I press down behind your molars with my cock.”
Chahyun chuckled wickedly. As Yeonwoo neared the limit of his breath-holding and began to squirm, the cock finally pulled out.
“Haah, haah…, hah.”
As Yeonwoo gasped for air, Chahyun looked down at him and rubbed the slick, glistening shaft against his flushed cheek. Yeonwoo winced, closing one eye.
Feeling the soft texture of Yeonwoo’s face against every part of his cock made Chahyun’s lower belly tighten.
“Take it again.”
“…Mm.”
Yeonwoo parted his lips, his half-lidded eyes glazed over.
Chahyun didn’t immediately push the head back into his mouth. Instead, he rubbed the shaft along Yeonwoo’s slender jawline and small nose. Yeonwoo diligently followed the erratic path with his mouth, trying to catch the cock, looking like he was begging to drink it down no matter what—and that drove Chahyun’s arousal to its peak.
“Hurry up and do it. Please…?”
Yeonwoo, who knew exactly what Chahyun liked, licked the tip of the cock and coaxed him.
“You want it?”
“Mmh.”
“Where?”
“…Nn, in my mouth.”
“Let me see.”
As if waiting for that, Yeonwoo opened his mouth wide and said, “Ah.” Chahyun finally gave in to the temptation and shoved his cock all the way into the waiting mouth.
“Ahhp!”
“Shit…”
After a few rough thrusts, unable to hold back any longer, Chahyun buried himself deep into Yeonwoo’s throat and came. The vibration of the cum sliding down Yeonwoo’s throat could be felt through the shaft.
“Kh.”
“Mmgh, mm…”
After a moment, Chahyun pulled out. Yeonwoo’s entire throat ached and he coughed a few times, but still licked the leftover cum from the tip of Chahyun’s cock. When his lips lightly touched it, a soft chok sound followed.
“Haaah… Hah, that’s enough… right?”
Before the words even finished, Chahyun grabbed Yeonwoo’s wet hair and pulled him in for a kiss. Unlike his rough grip, the kiss was surprisingly gentle.
Chahyun kissed him like he was thirstier than ever, tasting and stealing the breath inside Yeonwoo’s mouth. He wanted to consume every last piece.
“Nn… Mm.”
That’s why Yeonwoo became afraid. Afraid that maybe—Chahyun was deceiving him.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
When Yeonwoo looked up with damp eyes, Chahyun tilted his head and asked.
“Don’t you have something to say to me?”
Chahyun fully pulled his lips away and looked down at Yeonwoo, who was still kneeling between his legs.
“…I do.”
Yeonwoo swallowed dryly.
“What is it.”
“If I skip therapy again next time, I’ll really be punished all night.”
Chahyun muttered seriously as he pinched Yeonwoo’s chest.
“Ah, what are you even saying.”
“You think I’m joking? I’m dead serious.”
“Move. I need to brush my teeth.”
“I came in your mouth and you’re just gonna wash it off?”
“Don’t cling, you’re heavy.”
“Don’t you dare skip your hospital appointment next week.”
“……”
“Hey? Answer me.”
“…Got it.”
“Good. That’s my boy.”
A large hand tousled Yeonwoo’s wet hair without restraint.
Yeonwoo just smiled weakly. The way they talked, the way he acted, the way he looked at him—none of it had changed since their college days.
That’s why Yeonwoo hoped what Chahyun’s mother had said wasn’t true. That it was just a lie to separate him, a poor, physically impaired omega, from her son.
“I’m tired. I really want to sleep now.”
“Then let’s sleep.”
Chahyun lifted Yeonwoo into his arms. His feet dangled in the air.
Yeonwoo almost told him to put him down, but instead relaxed his body. The two of them went into the bedroom together.
***
The next day.
Before he could ask whether there really was a fiancée, he needed proof. Not to corner Baek Chahyun—but for himself, for Hong Yeonwoo.
Proof that Chahyun’s mother had lied.
Proof that their peaceful everyday life wasn’t going to collapse.
Yeonwoo needed that.
As soon as he confirmed that Chahyun had gone to work first this morning, he headed not for the café but to a university hospital in Gangnam.
“Hong Yeonwoo? What brings you here—without Chahyun, even.”
Sitting in a chair in the first-floor lobby, Yeonwoo turned his head toward the voice calling him. Sanggyun, wearing a white coat, was approaching with a puzzled expression.
“Hyung. How have you been?”
“Well, you know me. I’m always at the hospital.”
Oh Sanggyun. Son of the director of Juseok University Hospital and currently working as a general surgeon.
They met through Chahyun. He was the one who had helped Yeonwoo get connected to a rehab clinic after his ankle injury.
They’d seen each other often for treatment, and by now they were close enough to occasionally share updates over meals. He was also one of the few people who knew about Chahyun and Yeonwoo’s relationship.
“I have something I want to ask you.”
“What is it? Is it serious?”
“It is to me.”
Looking around, Sanggyun must’ve thought this wasn’t the right place for a conversation, so he gestured for Yeonwoo to follow. Yeonwoo silently trailed behind him.
After thinking it through, he’d decided that Oh Sanggyun was the most likely person to tell him the truth.
Someone with enough social standing to know if Chahyun was getting married. Someone Yeonwoo could realistically approach. And someone with a decent personality.
“Hyung. I already know everything, so please just tell me honestly.”
As soon as they stepped into a quiet office, away from the open lobby, Yeonwoo struck first.
“What’s with the scary tone all of a sudden…”
Sanggyun widened his eyes and feigned fear.
Of course, Yeonwoo’s claim of “knowing everything” was a lie. He figured that if he asked innocently while knowing nothing, he’d never get the answer he wanted. So he decided to bluff a little.
“Baek Chahyun’s getting married.”
“Huh?”
“You already knew, didn’t you?”
Yeonwoo swallowed hard after asking the question.
Please say you didn’t know. Say, “What are you talking about?” Say it’s the first time you’re hearing it…
“Baek Chahyun is?”
But when Sanggyun responded calmly, Yeonwoo’s heart dropped. He stared intently at the troubled expression on his face.
“…You knew too, didn’t you.”
“Yeonwoo, it’s a family matter, so it’s hard for me to say much…”
“…So it’s true.”
He definitely knew something.
Yeonwoo had only been fishing—but to have it confirmed so quickly…