WGD Ch 11

Cha Wonwoo’s pheromones surged over Siheon like a tidal wave. In the face of the overwhelming flood, even the doctor’s warning against engaging in marital relations was rendered powerless.

To halt the rut of a dominant alpha without knotting, pain inevitably follows. It is an excruciating agony, as if the bones of the entire body are shattering and the flesh is being sliced apart. It is the kind of pain that requires the administration of narcotic analgesics to endure. Cha Wonwoo had already experienced such torment once before. That was why Siheon could not back down. No matter what happened to his own body, he could not let Cha Wonwoo suffer alone again.

Before there was time to stop him, Cha Wonwoo rushed forward, grabbed Siheon’s cheeks with both hands, and pressed their lips together.

“Wonwoo, mmph,”

A hot tongue pried open Siheon’s lips and began moving recklessly inside. The moment their tongues intertwined, a groan of anguish escaped from deep within their throats, as if neither could claim to have started it. Mmm, at the low, resonant sound, an aroused Cha Wonwoo immediately pushed Siheon halfway down, straddled him, and persistently entangled their tongues. Soft flesh rubbed together, creating a slick, wet sensation.

As the kiss stretched on, the entryway light flickered with an irregular rhythm. Beneath the blinking illumination, their frantically entwined bodies tilted backward, nearly toppling over. Just as Siheon’s head was about to hit the cold marble floor due to their disrupted center of gravity, Cha Wonwoo wrapped his arms around Siheon’s nape and pulled him close. Even in that fleeting moment, as if unable to bear being apart for a second, he thrust his tongue deeper, pressing forward with intensity. It was as if he intended to swallow every moan that escaped.

At that moment, the entryway light went out, and darkness enveloped the two of them. Cha Wonwoo thrust upward with such force that it seemed he might penetrate Siheon right then and there, aiming precisely at Siheon’s groin.

“Ah,”

Siheon’s mouth fell open wide at the sudden rush of pleasure. A thrilling excitement surged from his tailbone to the crown of his head in an instant. As saliva dripped from his parted lips, Cha Wonwoo licked it up thickly and, with a tightly locked voice, pleaded.

“Haa, hyung, hnn, stick out your tongue.”

Just then, pop, the entryway light came back on. Cha Wonwoo was gazing at Siheon’s wet, hot tongue with a greedy stare. His eyes held a chilling intensity that sent shivers through Siheon’s lower abdomen. Surrounded by familiar pheromones, Siheon’s nerves, which had been loosening, were now pulled taut. His body grew increasingly sensitive in response. Without much resistance, he stuck out his tongue. He knew full well how provocative it would look, with faint excitement and anticipation hanging at the corners of his eyes.

Cha Wonwoo let out a sound that was either a sigh or a curse, swallowing it down as he lunged at Siheon’s tongue, sucking on it as if it were a cock.

“Mmm, mm… haa, hyung, ngh, it’s too good.”

“Ugh, mmph,”

As if performing fellatio, Cha Wonwoo moved his head up and down with fervor. Pleasure pierced through the tingling sensation of his tongue being pulled. A heat, its origin unclear, invaded, scorching their lips and tongues as if they might burn.

Siheon gazed into Cha Wonwoo’s dark eyes as he sucked on his tongue. In those black, glassy pupils, which had lost focus, only Siheon was reflected. A powerful excitement, fueled by emotional satisfaction, rushed to the corners of his eyes. As tears welled up from the physiological response, Cha Wonwoo instinctively released Siheon’s tongue, moved to his temple, kissed him softly, and even consumed his tears. The kisses that began there spread to his forehead, the tips of his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, his cheeks—everywhere.

Siheon gently caressed Cha Wonwoo’s shoulders and said.

“Wonwoo, let’s go to the bedroom instead of here. It’s too hard and painful here.”

It had been a long time since they’d had sex. With Cha Wonwoo’s pheromones, extended foreplay might not be necessary, but to endure until knotting, they needed a soft, warm bed. Cha Wonwoo, scanning Siheon’s face with a dazed look, responded with a “yeah” and tightly embraced Siheon’s waist before standing up abruptly.

“Let’s go.”

“Ngh, I can walk.”

“Haa, no way. I’m carrying you like this.”

Every step Cha Wonwoo took caused Siheon’s cock to rub against his stomach. The urge to move his hips in pursuit of pleasure filled his mind. Letting out a low sigh, Siheon urged.

“Walk a bit faster.”

As Cha Wonwoo’s walking pace increased, Siheon’s cock rubbed against him more intensely, soaking his pants. Siheon wanted to strip off the stifling pants and underwear to release the pent-up heat.

When they reached the end of the hallway, a living room with a towering ceiling came into view. Unlike the dark interior, the city’s nightlife visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows sparkled beautifully, like a painting framed in a picture. Unfortunately, no one in that space had the leisure to appreciate the view.

As Cha Wonwoo quickened his pace, their cocks rubbed together even faster. Their breaths grew ragged, intertwining. Half-dazed, Siheon unconsciously rocked his hips against Cha Wonwoo’s stomach, humping him.

“Hnngh…!”

At the nasal moan that betrayed his excitement, Cha Wonwoo, who had briefly paused, gritted his teeth.

“You’re the one who said to go to the bedroom.”

He buried his face in Siheon’s nape, pressing his smooth nose so hard it seemed it might flatten, and panted as he inhaled deeply.

“Hnn, why do you make it so I can’t hold back?”

Bang. A discordant noise echoed through the darkness. There was no need to feel around to know. The place where Cha Wonwoo set Siheon down was on a grand piano occupying a corner of the living room. Whether for display or ostentation, its lid was fully open despite no one playing it. On the indistinguishable black and white keys in the pitch-black darkness.

Cha Wonwoo’s hands immediately slipped under Siheon’s shirt. The fitted shirt did not easily yield to his intrusion. With every obstruction, the last threads of Cha Wonwoo’s rationality began to evaporate. Grinding his teeth, he nearly tore off Siheon’s buttons as he stripped the shirt away. Before the sound of a button rolling somewhere faded, Cha Wonwoo lifted one of Siheon’s thighs and pulled it firmly to his side.

As Siheon’s body slid forward slightly, he instinctively braced himself with his hand. Hearing the random notes produced by the pressed keys, Cha Wonwoo bit down on Siheon’s nipple.

“Ngh.”

At the same time, he gripped the opposite pec with a force that could be called somewhat rough. Though a man’s firm chest could hardly fill his hand, Cha Wonwoo kneaded it as if determined to stuff it into his palm, scraping the nipple to make it harden.

“Hnn… ngh.”

Still unsatisfied, Cha Wonwoo opened his mouth wider, which had already been biting the nipple, and sucked the areola forcefully. Siheon’s knees instinctively drew together, but they were blocked by Cha Wonwoo’s solid waist. Pressing his body close between Siheon’s spread legs, Cha Wonwoo sucked the areola with a loud smack, then swept his tongue over the surrounding area before pursing his lips to nip at the nipple and roll it with his tongue. It was an unrelenting, frenzied caress—biting, sucking, licking—never settling on one motion, maddeningly restless.

It was reminiscent of their clumsy movements on their honeymoon’s first night.

Suddenly, Siheon’s soft chuckle came from above. Cha Wonwoo, still sucking on the nipple, glanced up with only his eyes.

“…Hyung?”

Siheon’s eyes, accustomed to the dark, easily traced Cha Wonwoo’s outline. The face of Cha Wonwoo, obediently looking up at him with a nipple in his mouth. Letting out a deflated laugh, Siheon exhaled heavily and pressed his foot firmly against the weighty center of Cha Wonwoo’s groin.

“How long are you going to keep this up during your rut?”

“Haa,”

Panting with his thick chest heaving, Cha Wonwoo shamelessly grabbed Siheon’s ankle and rubbed his lower body against it as if crushing it. The excitement in his eyes as he looked down at Siheon was unmistakable.

“Hnngh…”

As if toying with that excitement, Siheon lightly nudged Cha Wonwoo’s cock with his foot again. The front of Cha Wonwoo’s pants was so drenched it seemed he had already come, not just leaked precum.

“I can’t tell who the omega is here.”

Muttering playfully, Siheon looked at Cha Wonwoo, who followed his lead, and said.

“Take off your pants.”

“Yeah.”

Obediently responding, Cha Wonwoo unhesitatingly stripped off his pants and dress shirt. As the constricting fabric disappeared, a long, relieved sigh was audible. When he pulled down his briefs, his fully erect cock sprang free with a thud. Siheon, in the meantime, slid off the piano keys and removed his own pants and briefs. It was better to undress himself before Cha Wonwoo could touch him. Otherwise, his soaked underwear would be exposed.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Siheon said casually, turning to move, but Cha Wonwoo grabbed his wrist and made him brace against the piano.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I said I’m going to the bedroom—”

Before he could finish, Cha Wonwoo’s hard cock slid into the crevice of Siheon’s already drenched ass.

“Are you going to that bastard who got his pheromones on you?”

His voice, now rough, carried a sharp edge. Though he instinctively complied when Siheon was in pain or made demands, it seemed he could not tolerate Siheon turning away or avoiding him. It had seemed oddly calm for a rut, but that was all an illusion.

Cha Wonwoo pulled a chair from under the piano with his foot and placed Siheon’s knees on it. Siheon’s upper body rested on the keys, his knees on the cushioned piano bench, legs spread and bent forward.

“What are you doing?”

Thanks to diligent care, Siheon’s back was adorned with finely sculpted muscles. Cha Wonwoo traced the deep grooves along Siheon’s spine with his fingers and asked back.

“What do you think I’m going to do, hyung?”

“Ngh, you’re not planning to put it in right away, are— ah,”

The next moment, a sound of knees hitting the floor was followed by rough hands gripping Siheon’s ass and spreading it wide. Hot breath tickled near his hole.

“Haa, hyung, you’re already this wet. How am I supposed to know if it’s because of me or that bastard?”

Speaking coldly, Cha Wonwoo slowly licked up Siheon’s hole.

“Ngh.”

“Haa, hyung.”

His wet tongue circled the entrance before greedily sucking at it. Twisting his head, Cha Wonwoo buried his lips against the hole, pushing his hot tongue into the narrow opening. The thick flesh filled Siheon, sending a dizzying sensation through his hips, making his body tremble finely.

“It feels… weird, hngh, don’t use your tongue, stop, pull it out!”

The tips of Siheon’s fingers, gripping the piano frame, turned white. A ticklish, melting sensation crawled up from inside his hole. The more he tried to escape, the more persistently Cha Wonwoo sucked, as if he would crawl between Siheon’s legs. Each time his tongue plunged deep and withdrew, the area around the hole grew slicker. Siheon, trembling thighs straining, shouted.

“Cha Wonwoo!”

Reluctantly pulling his tongue out at the sound of his name, Cha Wonwoo pressed his lips to the hole, exhaled roughly, and spoke quickly.

“Haa, ha, hyung, I’m sorry. It’s too good, I can’t stop.”

Tossing out mischievous words without shame, Cha Wonwoo urgently thrust his tongue back in. The flesh stirring below moved with a rhythm, thrusting as if it were a cock.

“It’s opening up to the shape of my tongue.”

He pointed his tongue, prodding the inside before quickly sweeping it and—

“It’s clenching so tight. Hnn… it’s delicious.”

The tongue, leaving only the tip inside, plunged back in with fierce force.

“When you were in heat, mmm, like back then, haa, it’s sweet.”

“Ngh, the rut, ugh, is yours, not mine.”

The one in rut was Cha Wonwoo, and the one who needed to relieve the heat was Cha Wonwoo. Yet, he focused solely on sucking Siheon’s hole, ignoring his own erect cock. Stimulated by the alpha’s pheromones and caresses, Siheon’s body poured out slick. The sound of Cha Wonwoo sucking the slippery hole grew wetter. Slurp, smack, amid the lascivious noises, Cha Wonwoo greedily consumed, as if hoping to quench his thirst.

It was too much stimulation after so long. Knowing it was futile, Siheon tried to crawl away on his knees, but Cha Wonwoo hugged his hips, buried his face deeper, and sucked relentlessly.

As the strength left Siheon’s hands gripping the frame, his upper body collapsed onto the keys. The lascivious serenade Cha Wonwoo played raced toward its climax.

“Ah, I’m, I’m gonna, gonna come.”

Siheon, fully sprawled, panted with his mouth open, overwhelmed by pleasure. It had been too long since he’d been taken from behind. Lately, even masturbation was always from the front. He couldn’t endure this stimulation for long. His flushed face—whether from the rush of blood or embarrassment at his gaping hole—was indistinguishable. His body, consumed by excitement, shuddered as if anticipating the end.

“Ngh, haa, hnng, ah!”

As Siheon twisted his hips, letting out a low moan, Cha Wonwoo swallowed the gushing slick, his throat visibly working, and stood up. Propping up the limp Siheon and embracing him from behind, he slowly slid his cock between Siheon’s ass cheeks. The thick, hard cock pressed against the still-pulsing hole, and with a shudder, Cha Wonwoo ejaculated.

“Ngh.”

A climax without penetration. Cha Wonwoo, as if beside himself with pleasure, rubbed his cheek against Siheon’s collarbone.

“Hnng, hyung, ah, what do I do?”

The ejaculation was prolonged. Cha Wonwoo’s thick-scented semen dripped onto the floor. Biting Siheon’s nape hard, he grimaced. Siheon still carried the scent of another alpha. Grinding his teeth, Cha Wonwoo nibbled Siheon’s earlobe and muttered.

“Another alpha. Hnn, getting his scent on you. Are you trying to drive me crazy? Or is it on purpose, to make me only look at you?”

“That’s… ah!”

Without hesitation, Cha Wonwoo slid a finger deep into Siheon’s softened hole. The foreign sensation of the finger was different from the soft tongue. As Siheon groaned, the inserted middle finger gently stirred the inner walls.

“I only look at you anyway. Why do you drive me insane? Why do you make me unable to do anything but think of you, haa…”

“Hnngh, I just came.”

“Yeah, I know. I came all over myself because of you too.”

Cha Wonwoo’s sex was always honest and raw. His unfiltered words and instinct-driven actions only heightened the excitement. He added another long, thick finger inside Siheon. The hole, already struggling, clenched around the fingers.

“Look at it clenching again, like it’s been waiting. Was my tongue not enough?”

“No…”

“I’m going crazy.”

Cha Wonwoo scissored his middle and ring fingers inside the hole, spreading and closing them repeatedly. It was a clear motion anticipating the next act—widening the hole for something to fill it completely.

His fingers plunged so deep that his palm pressed against Siheon’s ass. As the fingers moved in and out of the slick-drenched hole, wet sounds—squelch, slosh—filled the air. Siheon, leaning against Cha Wonwoo’s chest, shook his head as the back of his neck was pressed. The pleasure trembling through his thighs made his head feel strange.

“Ah, Wonwoo, hnn, ngh.”

It felt like he, not Cha Wonwoo, was the one in rut.

“You’re so fucking sexy right now, hyung.”

Cha Wonwoo whispered, rolling Siheon’s earlobe in his mouth. The hand not probing the hole slid across Siheon’s chest, pinching a nipple.

“They seem a bit bigger since I last saw them. Did someone else touch them?”

Upset by his own words, Cha Wonwoo bit Siheon’s earlobe sharply.

“You touched them, right? That’s why they’re bigger. You touched them thinking of me, right?”

“Ah, stop! No one touched— hnngh, ugh.”

“Then what about here?”

The hand rolling the nipple slid down and grabbed Siheon’s cock.

“Ah!”

As his thumb rubbed the tip, Siheon threw his head back. Cha Wonwoo, rubbing his cock thickly against Siheon’s trembling body, said.

“I touched myself every day, hnn, thinking of you. Did you do the same?”

“Ah, hnn… stop, no—”

“Just imagining going inside you, ngh, makes my dick feel like it’s melting.”

“Hnn, ngh, ah, haa…”

“Tell me. Where do you want it? Huh? Front? Back?”

Squelch, the fingers probing the wet inner walls sped up, while the hand gripping and stroking Siheon’s cock moved faster too. Siheon’s pupils wandered the dark living room like a ghost, caught in the alternating sensations from front and back.

“No, I asked the wrong question.”

The hands, moving in perfect sync, stopped abruptly. As Cha Wonwoo released both hands, Siheon stumbled a few steps and collapsed onto a chair in front of him. It was the piano bench, soaked with the thick, viscous fluid he’d released. Frowning at the stickiness, Siheon tried to stand, but Cha Wonwoo pressed his shoulders down, stopping him. Then, he spread Siheon’s legs and knelt between them. In a surprisingly polite and submissive posture, Cha Wonwoo ran his palms up the insides of Siheon’s thighs. Both men’s breaths grew short with excitement for what was to come.

“I shouldn’t have asked where you want it, haa, but where you want me to come.”

“Hnn… what?”

“I know now, even without asking.”

He smiled as if knowing Siheon’s preferences was the proudest thing in the world. Even Cha Wonwoo’s slow touch made Siheon’s hips twist wildly.

“Hyung, you love my face during the day, and at night, you love coming on my face.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Cha Wonwoo buried his head in Siheon’s cock. He rubbed his prominent nose against the shaft and the balls below with such force it seemed it might flatten.

“Ngh!”

Siheon clenched his teeth and gently ruffled Cha Wonwoo’s hair, careful not to hurt him. The disheveled black strands tickled the sensitive skin of his thighs. Ah, Siheon opened his mouth, too overwhelmed to wipe the drool, and narrowed his eyes.

In the dark living room, the silhouette of a man, illuminated by the city lights, moved voraciously up and down.

“Mmm, hyung, the scent, ha, release more pheromones.”

Lowering his gaze, Siheon saw Cha Wonwoo’s hand moving busily. While sucking Siheon’s cock with pursed lips, he was masturbating with his other hand, unable to contain his excitement.

Licking his lips, Siheon couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene. The large man crawling between his legs was unmistakably Cha Wonwoo. Not a dream or a fantasy, but reality. Overwhelmed by maddening pleasure, Siheon pulled Cha Wonwoo’s face deeper toward his groin.

Making a “gck” sound, Cha Wonwoo opened his throat, swallowing Siheon’s cock to the hilt as if inviting rougher treatment.

“Haa, Wonwoo, hnn, ngh,”

Siheon thrust his hips into the heated mouth. Each time Cha Wonwoo’s throat constricted to breathe or swallow, Siheon’s hole, pressed against the piano bench, pulsed and gushed slick. As Siheon tensed his thighs and rocked his hips, his ass lifted slightly off the bench, splashing in the slick pooling beneath. It was no different from sloshing in his own fluids.

“Ah, Wonwoo, it’s good, ngh,”

“Hmmph, mmph, mm…”

Siheon released the grip on Cha Wonwoo’s hair. Leaning back with his arms propped on the piano bench, he moved more actively. Sensing his intent, Cha Wonwoo tightened his lips and sucked harder.

Siheon was born an omega but lived as a beta his whole life. Biologically male, he carried equipment he was never ashamed of. The instinct to penetrate—while preferences vary, it’s an urge all men share, regardless of traits. Cha Wonwoo understood and respected this instinct more than anyone. No, he understood and respected Siheon.

Even as a dominant alpha, he offered his mouth as a hole for Siheon’s cock.

No, he wanted Siheon to use only him. To treat his body as a toy, to tease and defile him—Cha Wonwoo wanted Siheon to ruin him. For the name Kang Siheon, he was ready to go into rut anytime, anywhere.

“…Ah, hnn…”

At that moment, Siheon’s cock thrust at an angle, bulging Cha Wonwoo’s cheek. As the glans rubbed against the slick inner cheek, Siheon threw his head back, his thighs trembling. Cha Wonwoo didn’t stay still, sweeping his tongue along the shaft or sucking loudly, pressing the entire cock with his tongue and mouth. Both were on the verge of climax. As incoherent moans spilled from Siheon’s mouth, Cha Wonwoo deliberately made loud, lewd sounds while sucking to heighten the excitement.

“Ah, ngh, hnng… hnn, ah, haa, ah!”

“Hmmph, mmph, hnnk, mm, ngh!”

If Cha Wonwoo’s sex was a steady beat, Siheon’s hip thrusts were a performance that lost its rhythm. His score was filled only with the pleasure Cha Wonwoo created.

“Ah!”

Cha Wonwoo tightened his mouth as if to devour Siheon’s cock, grabbing his hips and pulling him closer. A jolt of sensation paralyzed Siheon’s body like an electric current. A dizzying pleasure pierced through him, making his hair stand on end and his toes curl. Through his flickering vision, as if someone were toying with the lights, he saw Cha Wonwoo’s movements. Quickly spitting out Siheon’s cock, Cha Wonwoo closed his eyes calmly. Thick semen shot out, staining his hair, eyebrows, and red lips white.

Squinting through the semen on his eyes, Cha Wonwoo kept masturbating, his muscular arm moving vigorously. The wet, lascivious sounds—squelch, slosh—mingled with his heavy breaths.

When his climax finally hit, Cha Wonwoo growled, scraping his vocal cords. As if he could only reach orgasm by swallowing Siheon’s semen, he licked the cum from his lips and gulped it down. Looking at the exhausted Siheon, Cha Wonwoo panted with a crazed expression.

This wouldn’t end his rut. Cha Wonwoo’s body was still burning. Even in the midst of his rut, his consideration for Siheon through foreplay was the last shred of his rationality. As long as that wasn’t broken, Cha Wonwoo wouldn’t attempt knotting.

Siheon hooked a leg over Cha Wonwoo’s shoulder as he knelt. He exposed his wet, pulsing flesh fully to Cha Wonwoo.

“Not enough, Wonwoo.”

“Hnn… not enough?”

“Yeah.”

Cha Wonwoo didn’t take his eyes off the hole. Feeling his gaze, slick flowed from the entrance, soaking the area again. Siheon deliberately plunged his fingers in and out of the hole, saying.

“Not enough. So hurry up and fuck me.”

Cha Wonwoo’s eyes gleamed in the darkness. Siheon purposefully chose crude words, whispering.

“With your cock, in my hole. Now.”

Cha Wonwoo’s breathing hitched roughly. His thick chest heaved with each ragged breath leaking between his lips. His darkened eyes fixed on Siheon, who was fucking his own hole.

“Saying ‘cock’ with that face, haa…”

Cha Wonwoo suddenly grabbed Siheon’s hand, pulling it out of the hole.

“You’re really—”

Lifting Siheon, he gripped his ass tightly with large hands, spreading and closing it repeatedly.

“Ngh.”

Siheon instinctively clenched his hole, feeling as if slick would drip any moment. Meanwhile, Cha Wonwoo exhaled roughly and kicked open the nearest door with enough force to break it, entering despite his excitement. He hadn’t forgotten Siheon’s request to go to the bedroom.

Not long after the explosive sound of the door being forced open, Siheon’s body hit the mattress. Lying half-sprawled on a bed much higher than those in Korea, with only his upper body on it, he felt Cha Wonwoo’s hot body press against his back.

Siheon gripped the gray sheets tightly, bracing for the impending pain. Though his hole was wet from alpha pheromones, the inner muscles were still tight. Cha Wonwoo’s tongue and fingers had brought him to climax earlier, but that was for arousal, not to prepare for penetration. Then, he felt rough hands spreading his ass.

“Ngh— what are you—”

Cha Wonwoo thrust his cock not into the hole but between Siheon’s ass cheeks.

“Haa, why are you putting your fingers in there without my permission?”

“What?”

Like a rutting dog mounting, Cha Wonwoo thrust his erect cock into the crevice, babbling.

“This is only for me to enter. Even if it’s you, you can’t just shove things in.”

“Mmph, what are you, ngh, talking about.”

“Haa… hyung… hyung…”

Cha Wonwoo’s gaze lost focus as he looked down. Unlike the living room, the bedroom had little light, showing only Siheon’s outline. He wanted to turn on the light, but pulling his cock out of Siheon—even if not in the hole—was nearly impossible. He thrust blindly between the cheeks. It was a compromise between the instinct to penetrate and the rationality that knew Siheon wasn’t ready.

Each thrust between the cheeks let him feel the pulsing, slick-soaked hole waiting for him.

His erect cock, already swollen to its limit, grew hotter. His vision blurred, and the last of his rationality threatened to evaporate. This wouldn’t do. Cha Wonwoo clenched his jaw, the muscles and veins in his neck bulging in the dark. Frantically thrusting between the cheeks, he summoned his final ounce of patience, slammed in hard with a thud, and barely stopped his hips.

“Hnn, ha, haa…”

Not holding back his wild breaths, he climbed onto the bed and settled in. His muscular body claimed the center of the mattress. Lifting Siheon easily, he sat him on his thighs. Feeling the wet, slippery hole against his skin, Cha Wonwoo swallowed a curse too quiet for Siheon to hear.

Meanwhile, Siheon, suddenly in a riding position, was too flustered to catch what Cha Wonwoo was muttering.

“You’re not saying to do it from the top right away, are you?”

Feeling the bulk beneath his ass, Siheon twisted slightly and asked. Without a word, Cha Wonwoo pulled him upward.

Over firm abs, a sternum carved with every breath due to low body fat, solid pecs, a thick Adam’s apple—until the only place left to go was his face.

“You…”

As Siheon hesitated, Cha Wonwoo urged in a chillingly low voice.

“Come up on my face.”

“…”

“Fuck my face with your hole, hyung.”

At the lascivious words, Siheon’s lower abdomen tightened sharply, and a viscous fluid gushed from his hole. It wasn’t something they hadn’t done before, but every time they did, the stimulation was so intense it felt like a heat cycle, driving him wild. As Siheon stood still, merely parting his lips, Cha Wonwoo sat up.

“Hyung.”

Slowly lowering his head, he pressed his forehead against Siheon’s and spoke in a whisper, as if murmuring sweet nothings.

“You said you wanted me to fuck you. With my cock. In your hole.”

To do that, I need to loosen you up first, right? The unmistakable excitement in his low, husky voice was palpable. Cha Wonwoo deliberately pulled Siheon’s waist closer and thrust his hips upward.

“Ngh.”

“Haa, see? I can’t put it in right now. If I tried, my dick would break. Would you like that?”

“Who, ugh… said that?”

“So let me loosen you up. This is the fastest way, yeah?”

Siheon, gripping and releasing Cha Wonwoo’s shoulders as he rocked his hips like rolling waves, nodded.

“…Okay.”

The moment permission was granted, Siheon’s waist was pulled with strong force. Closing his eyes tightly and then opening them, Siheon lowered his flushed face and moved as Cha Wonwoo guided him.

Holding onto the headboard, supporting his weight with his knees, straddling Cha Wonwoo’s face with his thighs spread—an explicit and humiliating position.

Despite biting his lips in embarrassment, fluid dripped steadily from the tip of Siheon’s cock.

As Cha Wonwoo let out a long, expectant “Haa…,” the hot breath tickled Siheon’s lower parts. Siheon’s body, slowly lowering, flinched and jerked upward.

“Where are you going?”

As if Siheon might escape, Cha Wonwoo tightly gripped his hips and pressed him down onto his face. The moment his nose touched the soft, flat perineum,

“Ah!”

Siheon parted his lips and threw his head back.

“Ah, hnn, ngh.”

“Mmm…”

Burying his face in Siheon’s groin, Cha Wonwoo shook his head, rubbing his nose so hard it seemed it might flatten, as if to soothe Siheon’s startled body. Then, his broad tongue licked up the perineum. The plump flesh clung to the red tongue, dragged upward, and returned to place. Taking the cute, tender flesh fully into his mouth, Cha Wonwoo let his throat rumble audibly.

“Mmmm…”

“Ah,”

The vibration transferred directly to Siheon’s body. Unable to even moan properly, Siheon collapsed forward. Leaning his forehead against the headboard, he panted, his face flushed. He could feel his hole pulsing and leaking slick from the intense stimulation.

Cha Wonwoo gave no respite. He pressed the entire surface of his tongue against the perineum, rubbing it with force, then suddenly pointed the tip and nibbled.

“Ah, ah… Wonwoo…”

Siheon clawed at the headboard, sobbing.

Perhaps pleased at his name being called, Cha Wonwoo sucked the area with a loud smack and showered it with pecking kisses.

The more he bit and sucked the balls and surrounding area, the more strength drained from Siheon’s knees. His hips collapsed, and his full weight settled onto Cha Wonwoo’s face. Yet, whenever teeth or tongue grazed a sensitive spot, Siheon immediately straightened and twisted his hips. Each time he tried to escape the overwhelming pleasure, Cha Wonwoo pulled him down and sucked even more persistently.

“Nngh, hnn…”

Siheon felt he might go mad from the features of Cha Wonwoo’s face beneath him—so erotic. His body trembled from the mounting stimulation, and hoarse moans and saliva dripped from his parted lips.

Though neither his cock nor his hole was touched, just biting and sucking the sensitive skin was enough to drive him insane. Unable to restrain his greed, Siheon sank fully onto Cha Wonwoo’s face and began rocking his hips back and forth.

“Ngh, ah, Wonwoo, yeah, hnn.”

As if fueling Siheon’s arousal, Cha Wonwoo rubbed his face messily against Siheon’s groin. The rougher he moved, the more frantically Siheon rocked his body.

“Hnng, ah, I’m going crazy, ngh,”

Cha Wonwoo looked up intently, his eyes piercing, and moved his hand to Siheon’s hole. The drenched entrance was impossibly slick. As he grazed the folds, rubbing gently with his fingers, the hole pulsed, and clear fluid trickled out.

Sucking the perineum with loud smacks and slurps, Cha Wonwoo seized the moment of Siheon’s arousal and slid a finger into the hole. Having already probed it earlier, entry was easy. As his long, thick middle finger stirred inside, the inner walls clenched as if they’d been waiting.

“Haa… it’s clenching so much.”

With his face buried in Siheon’s groin, his words were barely audible. Yet, Siheon reacted sensitively even to the movement of Cha Wonwoo’s lips as he spoke.

“Nngh, hnn…”

Cha Wonwoo hugged the squirming Siheon and added another finger. The moment his index finger joined the middle one, he thrust them in with force.

“Ah!”

The inner walls tightened sharply. When he tapped Siheon’s ass with his other hand, Siheon let out a nasal sound and momentarily relaxed the grip of his hole.

Each time Cha Wonwoo curled his fingers, stirring and withdrawing, wet sounds—squelch, slosh—escaped. Once the pulsing hole fully relaxed, he added a third finger. The hole stretched tightly around three fingers.

This time, Siheon twisted not from arousal but discomfort.

“Ngh…”

Sensing this, the fingers inside immediately targeted Siheon’s favorite spot, prodding deeply and rubbing slowly. Gasping, Siheon’s body trembled. He instinctively covered his mouth, closing and opening his eyes tightly.

“I want to get down.”

Feeling like he might come any moment, Siheon shakily raised his knees.

“Because you’re gonna come?”

Cha Wonwoo asked, thrusting his fingers deeply. Nearly losing it, Siheon could neither stay nor move, barely nodding.

“Yeah, I’m gonna, ah, I wanna get down.”

“Just come.”

Panting, Cha Wonwoo said firmly.

“Come on my face again.”

The next moment, he pulled Siheon down onto his face and began jerking his hand, pressing only the most sensitive spots.

“Hngh, ngh, ah,”

Siheon’s body collapsed like a spineless creature. With unfocused eyes, he followed only instinct, rocking his hips. Cha Wonwoo’s hand, hitting inside, grew faster. At the same time, he buried his lips in the perineum, sucking hard and raking the tender skin with his tongue.

As he relentlessly prodded the swollen, soft spot inside, Siheon couldn’t even moan anymore. Only silent screams escaped his open mouth.

“Hnn, ngh, hah, aaah, ah,”

Siheon closed his eyes against the hazy vision and rocked his hips on Cha Wonwoo’s face. Moving without reason, he let out choking sounds. Finally, as Cha Wonwoo’s hot, wet breath hit below, the climax exploded with a burst of pleasure. Semen splattered the headboard and sheets.

Cha Wonwoo pressed and shook his fingers against Siheon’s tightly clenched walls, heedless of the resistance. The wet, sloshing sounds from the slick pooling inside echoed in the room. Cha Wonwoo’s chin and neck were drenched from the fluid dripping from the hole.

“Ah, I came, ngh, I came.”

Siheon straightened his collapsed hips. As he tried to lift himself off Cha Wonwoo’s face, putting strength into his knees, Cha Wonwoo spoke casually in the brief moment of separation.

“Come again. From behind.”

“What?”

“This time, come with your hole.”

Thud. Cha Wonwoo pulled Siheon back down onto his face, gripping him tightly.

“Cha Wonwoo!”

As if he’d been holding back earlier, Cha Wonwoo rubbed his face frantically against Siheon’s groin, thrusting into the hole. Pleas spilled from Siheon’s panting mouth with each movement of the fingers, though they were barely coherent sentences.

“Ngh, please, Won, woo…”

Cha Wonwoo increased his speed, shaking his wrist mercilessly. As he probed inside, Siheon continued pleading through gritted teeth.

After targeting the sensitive spot for a while, Cha Wonwoo suddenly shifted, keeping the same speed but grazing just past the sweet spot. The teasing sensation made Siheon’s backside itch. Against his will, his inner walls clenched tightly around the fingers, begging for more stimulation. A different kind of “please…” escaped his lips.

Waiting for the layered pleasure to explode, Siheon couldn’t stay still and squirmed.

“Ngh, Wonwoo, before, there, there…”

To guide him to the desired spot, Siheon rocked his hips himself. Then, Cha Wonwoo, with his face buried below, exhaled hot, wet breaths.

“Hnn, ngh, haa…”

“Ah, ngh, ah,”

Even as his erect cock bobbed and slapped against his stomach, Siheon couldn’t dare touch it, overwhelmed by the stimulation from behind. The hole’s entrance stretched to its limit, opening and closing uncontrollably. His ass, soaked in clear fluid, was a mess.

It was obvious what Cha Wonwoo’s face looked like without seeing it.

Funnily enough, in that moment, Siheon wanted to see Cha Wonwoo’s face, surely drenched because of him. He didn’t want to come staring at the indistinguishable wallpaper or the checkered headboard. But since Cha Wonwoo was glued to him and wouldn’t budge, Siheon had no choice but to turn and at least look at his body.

Feeling the fingers thrusting inside, Siheon reached for the bedside table. Struggling to maintain his position as his body jolted, he braced one hand against the wall and stretched the other, flailing. His fingertips barely grazed the motion sensor, and the small nightstand lit up with a pop. A warm, amber glow shimmered in the previously dark room.

Cha Wonwoo’s movements grew bolder and rougher. His fingers pounded inside Siheon as if they were a cock.

“Won, woo, I’m gonna, ngh, gonna come, ah,”

There was no response, but Siheon groaned and twisted his upper body to look back. Scanning Cha Wonwoo’s prone body with feverish eyes, Siheon let out a moan-like gasp of surprise and pleasure.

“Ah…”

It was the most lascivious and stimulating sight he’d ever seen.

Cha Wonwoo, gripping Siheon tightly and thrusting into his hole, was bucking his hips into the air. Each time he thrust, his thick, curved cock, standing rigidly, twitched as if penetrating something.

Cha Wonwoo, neglecting his own desires to fuck Siheon’s hole, thrusting into the air.

The obscene sight of him shaking the bed with his vigorous thrusts made Siheon’s lower abdomen clench, and a lightning-like pleasure shot through his body. His tightly clenched hole gushed fluid.

“Ah!”

The fluid pooling behind poured out between the hole. As the clear, non-viscous liquid flowed, the sound of Cha Wonwoo swallowing it echoed. The hole was completely softened. Siheon’s vision blacked out like a blown fuse, then flashed white in a frenzy.

Cha Wonwoo kept sucking below for a long while. Only after quenching his thirst did he release Siheon. Laying Siheon down, he licked his wet lips.

“Haa, ha, it’s so sweet.”

Siheon, collapsing sideways with no strength left, curled up, trembling in the lingering afterglow.

The long, drawn-out foreplay was finally over.

Cha Wonwoo spread Siheon’s legs and positioned himself between them. Unlike the drained Siheon, he hadn’t come yet and was breathing heavily, tracing the softened hole with his fingertips.

“Haa, look at all this slick. It’s so much and sweet, it’s driving me crazy.”

Cha Wonwoo lowered his gaze. The room was brighter now, making Siheon’s hole clearly visible, which he liked. He didn’t notice who turned on the light or when. He simply lowered his face, kissed the drenched groin, and sat up again. Then, he slowly slid a finger inside. Unlike before, the hole swallowed it smoothly, and Cha Wonwoo let out a deep breath.

“Hnn…”

Before long, four fingers moved in and out easily. White foam formed around the hole with squelching sounds. Siheon panted, his face flushed with heat.

“Haa, I need to fuck you now, but if it won’t let go, what am I supposed to do?”

Cha Wonwoo, seeing the hole clench his fingers as if begging them to stay, pressed his lower body closer. Both of their lower parts were a drenched mess.

“Hyung, you have to take all of mine without spilling, okay?”

Bending down, he slid his thick tongue between Siheon’s lips. He continued probing the hole below. Siheon sucked on the tongue filling his mouth, responding in place of words.

“Mmm…”

Thud, thud, after deeply thrusting a few times below, Cha Wonwoo withdrew his fingers. The red flesh that followed retreated inside. The empty hole pulsed cutely and lewdly. Chuckling, Cha Wonwoo aimed his cock at the hole and slowly pushed in.

“Haa… I loosened it so much, hnn, but it’s still tight… Hyung, relax.”

“I’m trying, ngh, to relax.”

Spitting out Cha Wonwoo’s tongue, Siheon retorted as if wronged. Even though the thickest part of the glans wasn’t yet inside, Siheon twisted, struggling. His thighs trembled. The line between pain and pleasure blurred. His legs gave out, going limp.

Cha Wonwoo, looking at Siheon’s powerless legs like a newborn animal, stroked them tenderly. He wanted to enjoy this arduous process with Siheon soon. Despite the already overwhelming pheromones, he opened his pheromone glands to their limit. Uncontrolled by the rut, the pheromones enveloped Siheon in an instant.

“Hnng…”

At the tingling sensation surging up, Siheon rubbed the back of his head against the bed, twisting his body.

Feeling the hole relax completely, Cha Wonwoo lifted Siheon’s limp legs onto his shoulders. Then, he thrust his cock in to the hilt with a thud.

“Ah!”

Siheon trembled, throwing his head back. His sensual Adam’s apple rose.

“Hnn…”

“Haa… This is fucking insane.”

Cha Wonwoo thrust deeply, as if trying to shove his taut balls inside, pressing the glans against the thick prostate and feeling ecstatic pleasure. No, nostalgia came first. It wasn’t the right expression, but he missed this warm sensation.

The moment of penetration turned Cha Wonwoo emotional, his eyes burning. Just being inside Siheon was so arousing he felt he could come any second. He asked without hesitation.

“Haa… Hyung, can I come now?”

Siheon glanced at Cha Wonwoo, asking like a man having sex for the first time, and let out a hollow laugh. Cha Wonwoo’s eyes were faintly wet. Siheon gently touched the thigh muscles pressed against him.

“Yeah, do it inside.”

To endure knotting, it was much easier with semen inside. Less painful too. The moment permission was granted, semen poured in. Semen is a condensed pheromone fluid. Through the mucous membranes, Cha Wonwoo’s pheromones spread rapidly into Siheon’s body. Each time he came inside, pheromones seeped into every corner of Siheon’s body. It was literally being steeped in pheromones.

Seeing Siheon’s eyes grow hazy, Cha Wonwoo moved his hips slowly. Having come inside, the retreating cock dragged semen out with a squelch. White, viscous fluid trickled down Siheon’s ass and thighs.

Cha Wonwoo deliberately pulled out and rubbed his glans on Siheon’s semen-soaked thighs. The cock slid effortlessly over the slick skin. After rubbing a few times, he naturally repositioned and inserted it back into the hole.

“Nngh…”

Each insertion was so intense that Siheon shook his head.

Cha Wonwoo leaned forward with Siheon’s legs on his shoulders. Siheon’s knees folded, lifting his hips.

“Ngh.”

Siheon grimaced at the crumpled position, but only briefly. When Cha Wonwoo, with one knee bent, drove his cock vertically downward, Siheon’s vision flashed.

“Ah!”

Cha Wonwoo exhaled roughly, his thick chest heaving, and began moving in earnest.

“Haa, hyung, hyung,”

“Nngh, ngh, this, takes effort.”

“Hnn, it’s fine.”

“Ngh, I’m saying it’s hard for me.”

“Yeah.”

Whether he was listening properly, Cha Wonwoo thrust his cock in deeply. Each pounding thrust felt like it would pierce through to Siheon’s head.

Cha Wonwoo, with heated eyes, bit Siheon’s calf while looking at him.

“Haa… hyung, hyung.”

Who was the one sounding desperate when it was Siheon struggling to breathe? Adjusting somewhat, Siheon’s eyes wandered before settling on the ceiling. For some reason, a large mirror was fixed there.

“Ah, change, ngh, the position.”

Siheon urgently tapped Cha Wonwoo’s shoulder. Though Cha Wonwoo’s large body covered him, Siheon didn’t want to see their sex so vividly.

“Got it.”

“You said, ngh, got it.”

“Nngh, I got it.”

Sounding pleased, Cha Wonwoo dragged out his words and, instead of pulling out, thrust even harder.

In truth, the mirror mostly showed Cha Wonwoo’s back. Inevitably, Siheon’s gaze turned to it.

A dynamically moving back, a broad chest narrowing to a tapered waist, dimpled glutes flexing with effort, large but finely sculpted thighs.

As Siheon stared at the mirror in a daze, Cha Wonwoo roughly grabbed his chin.

“Haa, I’m right here, why do you keep looking elsewhere?”

During a rut, when reason clouds, animalistic senses make Cha Wonwoo more sensitive and alert. As if someone might steal Siheon, his nerves sharpened instantly. He lowered Siheon’s legs from his shoulders. Sitting back, he pulled Siheon’s waist, seating him on his thighs. Thud. The cock, precariously positioned, plunged vertically inside.

“No, hnn, if you change suddenly, ngh, it’s too deep.”

“Who’s there?”

“No one, ngh!”

Cha Wonwoo hugged Siheon as if hiding him and glanced at the ceiling. In the mirror, ‘Cha Wonwoo’ glared back, holding Siheon. Always cautious around Siheon, Cha Wonwoo finally lost it and swore.

“Fuck, no one my ass. There’s another bastard.”

He wondered if he was crazy, but it was a rut, so he was.

“Am I, ngh, not enough?”

Cha Wonwoo asked, thrusting his hips. Their skin slapped together with wet sounds. The ferocious movements, as if demanding an answer, shook Siheon’s body up and down.

Siheon covered his eyes with his arm, but with his body shaking, he buried his face in Cha Wonwoo’s shoulder. As if that was the right answer, a softened voice followed.

“Hyung, haa… don’t do that.”

“Hnn, what.”

“Don’t look at anyone else but me.”

“I didn’t, ngh.”

Cha Wonwoo supported Siheon’s nape, letting him lean on his shoulder. Unlike his gentle touch, he continued violent thrusts below.

In this face-to-face sitting position, the penetration was deeper. Each time the blunt glans pounded inside, Siheon’s spine tingled.

“Ngh, ah! Nngh…”

Siheon’s slick and Cha Wonwoo’s semen mixed, dripping down the point of connection with a squelch.

Perhaps because it had been so long, Siheon felt an excessive amount of slick flowing despite not reaching climax. Like a leaky faucet. A flicker of fear surged, but he couldn’t show it. He only exhaled shallow breaths into Cha Wonwoo’s shoulder.

“Ngh, hyung, you know? Now, there’s no other bastard’s scent on you.”

Cha Wonwoo buried his nose so deeply into the hollow between Siheon’s neck and shoulder that it flattened, thrusting his hips as if slamming them.

“Hnn, only my scent, haa…”

From head to toe. The hole his cock entered, every muscle and cell in Siheon, seemed to carry Cha Wonwoo’s pheromone scent.

“It’s so good, ah, hyung, do something, ngh, for me.”

At that, Siheon lifted his face from Cha Wonwoo’s shoulder, holding his cheeks while swaying atop him. Their eyes met briefly. Siheon soothed him with a gentle gaze. Then, their lips collided.

“Ah, hyung, mmph,”

“Mmm…”

As their tongues touched, Cha Wonwoo hugged Siheon tightly, as if choking him, and shook his hips like a rutting beast. The kiss couldn’t continue properly. When Siheon pulled away, Cha Wonwoo’s tongue followed to the end. Aroused by Cha Wonwoo’s half-glazed eyes and extended tongue, Siheon rocked his hips back and forth as if riding.

“Ngh, ngh, haa…”

“Hah, hyung, ah… it’s too good. What do I do? You like it too, right?”

“Ngh, yeah.”

“Yeah, then you’ll only come with my cock, right?”

Cha Wonwoo asked coaxingly, shaking his hips faster. Siheon glared but replied with something else.

“Ngh, in this position, if you knot, hnn, I’ll die.”

It wasn’t an exaggeration—if he knotted with the cock nearly vertical, Siheon’s insides would tear and bruise.

“No way, haa, I’ll only come inside, yeah, just come.”

Siheon glanced down. Cha Wonwoo’s stomach was a mess with semen Siheon didn’t even know he’d released. The area around Cha Wonwoo’s balls was equally messy with thick, white fluid from the semen foaming at their connection.

How many times had he come? Siheon couldn’t tell. And he said he’d only come again?

Siheon stopped his fluid hips, grabbed Cha Wonwoo’s cheeks, and locked eyes.

“Wonwoo. Stop.”

Suddenly, Siheon’s pheromones surged, thicker than usual. The rut-driven movements gradually slowed. Not completely, of course—being inside Siheon made total stillness impossible. Compared to before, Cha Wonwoo shook his hips playfully and replied.

“Haa… yeah.”

At his obedient attitude, Siheon brushed his hair back and pressed.

“When are you going to knot?”

“…”

The lack of response turned suspicion into certainty.

“You’re not planning to knot, are you?”

Cha Wonwoo’s Adam’s apple bobbed heavily. The cock inside Siheon’s walls twitched like its owner.

Hah. Siheon let out a hollow laugh, roughly rubbing his face with his palm. The reason for avoiding knotting despite the rut. Something etched deeper, more painfully, into his soul than the instinct to seed an omega.

“Wonwoo.”

His voice, hoarse from prolonged moaning, resonated softly.

“Are you scared because you think this is the last time?”

“…This time,”

Cha Wonwoo’s subdued voice murmured mournfully.

“This is the last time, isn’t it? You, you… you won’t sleep with me again. When this is over, if you run away saying you don’t want to see me?”

Knotting ends the rut. Once the alpha’s instincts are fulfilled, the rut subsides. Even half-crazed, Cha Wonwoo knew Siheon would reject him once the rut ended.

Siheon let out a deep sigh.

“So you’re not going to knot? What, live like this forever? Relieve some pain with ejaculation, then hurt from not knotting, so ejaculate again to cool off?”

Siheon clenched tightly around the cock inside him.

“Knot.”

“Ngh, hyung.”

“I said knot, Wonwoo.”

Cha Wonwoo, who always treated Siheon’s words as law, was stubborn. Siheon looked at his handsome, downcast face. What was he supposed to do with this? It was absurd, pitiful, cute, and infuriating.

“I’ll let you do it again, so knot.”

Surprised, Cha Wonwoo thrust his hips deeply without meaning to. Ngh. Swallowing a moan, Siheon flicked his index and middle fingers, lightly tapping Cha Wonwoo’s forehead.

“My New York schedule has free time at the end. That works. Anyway, this isn’t the last time, so just knot, okay?”

It felt like digging his own grave, but Siheon thought lightly of it. Once the rut passed and Cha Wonwoo’s reason returned, he wouldn’t beg for sex. Siheon trusted the rational post-rut Cha Wonwoo and went all in.

“You can do it as much as you want then. I promise. So today, do what you want most. What you want most when you’re this horny. Knotting. Let’s do it.”

Before he finished, Cha Wonwoo pushed Siheon down. The force was so strong that Siheon’s body bounced off the mattress.

Laying Siheon on his side, Cha Wonwoo pressed close behind. Lifting one of Siheon’s legs over his thigh, he urgently thrust his cock into the softened hole.

“Ngh! Haa, hyung…”

“Nngh…”

The shadows on the wall were blurred, their outlines indistinct. The two shadows overlapped, looking like one person.

Sucking Siheon’s swollen earlobe, Cha Wonwoo thrust his hips deeply. Siheon was gradually enveloped in euphoria. With no reason to hesitate, Cha Wonwoo relentlessly drove his cock in from behind, again and again.

“Hyung, inside, it keeps getting tight, soft, warm.”

“Ah, hnng, ngh,”

“You’ll do it again, right? Like you promised, you’ll do it again, yeah?”

“Hnn…”

Siheon nodded. Cha Wonwoo rolled the earlobe in his mouth, pushing his tongue as if to pierce a blocked hole.

“Ah, hyung, don’t clench so hard, hnn, it feels like my dick’s gonna break.”

“Ah, stop! Don’t, nngh, say that.”

“Cock?”

“No, ngh, ‘stop’ as in stop!”

“Yeah, yeah, my cock, hah, is in your hole.”

Cha Wonwoo thrust his hips at a frenzied pace. Instead of squelching, only wet slapping sounds filled the air. Conversation vanished, replaced by moans. Perhaps because it had been so long and they’d held back, climax approached quickly.

“Mmph, ngh, ngh, ah, hah,”

As Siheon came again, Cha Wonwoo pulled his hips back, thrusting slowly—thud, thud. Siheon clenched in time with the rhythm. Unconscious of the movement, Cha Wonwoo bit his teeth, his face thirsty.

Cha Wonwoo and Kang Siheon were divorced.

This fact kept them from losing all reason, even in a rut akin to an animal’s mating season. Anxiety crept into the excitement. What if Siheon remarried? The thought of him showing this face to another alpha made Cha Wonwoo want to die right then.