DHG Ch 52

Jang Seungyung kissed Heewoo, freely caressing his body within his arms with greedy hands. Heewoo let out a short moan as he received the hot tongue. A hot breath escaped his lips at the touch of the large palms gripping the back of his neck, sweeping, rubbing, and caressing his nape, shoulders, shoulder blades, and lower back. It was a little painful, but it felt good. Not only did he feel the overflowing desire, but Jang Seungyung’s explosive pheromones were also pouring out.

“Fucking hell, so soft…. Ha, stick your tongue out. Hmm?”

The man, pouring out impatient admiration, abruptly pushed his way between Heewoo’s teeth again. He entangled their tongues, intensely caressed his body, and continued to pour out pheromones.

Hot breath, wet exhales, two lumps of flesh constantly biting and overlapping. Indulging in the man’s kisses and pheromones, Heewoo felt a sense of fulfillment, as if he had wandered through a desert and plunged his whole body into an oasis with a cascading waterfall.

It was when he moaned with the trembling satisfaction throughout his body that the firm hand, which had been caressing him as if he were his own, reached between his legs.

“Ah…!”

Jang Seungyung faltered at the startled gasp. He, who had been lost in exploring and sucking Heewoo’s lips as if savoring a delicacy, opened his tightly closed eyes. Jang Seungyung had barely regained his senses. Heewoo’s two hands were on his shoulders, pushing with a slight force.

He realized his mistake belatedly. He loosened his grip on the body in his arms.

Hot breaths flowed between the two silhouettes still pressed together in the darkness. A moment later, Jang Seungyung spread his arms and completely retreated.

His eyes, appearing black in the dim light, unusually avoided Heewoo’s gaze. Jang Seungyung, exhaling while looking at the rumpled bed sheets, said,

“Hoo… Sorry.”

I’m truly sorry. Jang Seungyung apologized sincerely.

He admitted to acting shamelessly. It had only been a few hours since he’d said he wouldn’t do anything like skinship. Moreover, he had just said he’d only suck on his tongue, and yet he had touched everything, from the soft armpits to the tender area between his legs.

“Duct tape… Fuck….”

He regretted not tying his own hands behind his back with duct tape. As he sucked and nibbled on those lips, he kept wanting to do more. He wanted to probe other places with his tongue, just as he had probed the soft inner flesh.

Damn it. He said he’d only kiss. He said one thing and did another, especially to Kwon Heewoo? He was skeptically sighing, rolling his dark, gleaming eyes towards the ceiling, when Heewoo’s voice broke the silence.

“No, it’s not like I hate it or anything… You don’t have to apologize.”

It was a slightly husky yet firm voice. Heewoo, massaging his slightly stiff jaw from the kiss, continued. He’d wanted to explain about what the man had said in the CEO’s office earlier, something along the lines of, “You hate me touching you.”

“It’s just… because I’m an Omega.”

Stupidly, a slightly panting sound came out. It was because he felt like his pheromones, stimulated by being touched by the person he liked, would leak out again.

Not only that, but despite having washed, his backside was damp again. His chest was also itchy.

Heewoo had wanted to live like a Beta male. In the past, he might have felt disgusted with himself for preparing to accept the man because he was affected by Alpha pheromones, but for the first time, it felt a little okay.

No, rather, he liked being an Omega now. Because he could fully feel what his favorite person’s pheromones smelled like, felt like, and what they were telling him. Because he could fully react and resonate with Jang Seungyung’s excitement.

“I don’t hate you touching me.”

Heewoo said, looking up at the man still bathed in darkness, for the first time without suppressing his pheromones. Even though an Alpha was in front of him, he focused entirely on Jang Seungyung, not his own pheromones, and continued,

“I like it.”

He couldn’t see the man’s expression in the darkness. Heewoo narrowed his eyes. His heated explanation continued.

“I didn’t want my Omega status to be revealed, but my pheromones… kept trying to react, so I pushed you away. I have a pheromone disorder… I’m not in a normal state like other Omegas.”

Perhaps it was because he wanted to convey his feelings urgently. His words weren’t very coherent. Heewoo looked at the man anxiously.

“I really like you touching me. …I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you beforehand.”

After finally apologizing, Heewoo dropped his gaze again. It was because the back-lit man seemed expressionless. Jang Seungyung, without a smile, had a surprisingly cold impression.

What if he thinks I deceived him, tricked him? Heewoo clasped his now cold hands tightly. A deathly silence surrounded him.

“…….”

In the silence, Jang Seungyung slowly closed and opened his eyes.

He carefully looked down at Kwon Heewoo, sitting alone in the darkness. The fuzz-covered earlobes, the smooth neckline.

Now that he thought about it, he could almost detect the faint traces of pheromones swirling around his skin like heat haze rising from warm spring ground. Pheromones so faint that even he, with his exceptional pheromone sensitivity, could barely perceive them.

Suddenly, he realized the identity of the vaguely sweet smell that lingered from the early morning when he had visited Kwon Heewoo, completely drunk, last year. It was Omega pheromones.

“…….”

He had confessed his feelings, and now he was even an Omega. There was a saying that pheromones were like a second language for those with secondary genders. To think that Heewoo, whom he thought he couldn’t communicate with in that aspect, could actually speak the same language. Seungyung felt like he had received an unexpected and huge gift.

Even the confession itself was good.

The fact that he revealed his Omega status was seen as a step proving his trust in him. He felt like his sincerity in not sending him to Kim Jinhwan, his promise to protect him, and his feelings of affection had been acknowledged, even if just a little.

Jang Seungyung smiled and reached out. As he gently stroked the soft hair, Heewoo hesitantly raised his downcast eyes. He pulled the slender body and sat him down on the soft bed, facing him. Heewoo asked,

“Aren’t you angry?”

“Angry? Why would I be?”

Jang Seungyung replied.

“Of course, I’m a tiny bit flustered. You must have known all about the pheromones I was pouring out.”

“…….”

Heewoo remained silent. Even under the dim, whitish light, his flushed cheeks were evident. Unable to contain the smile that naturally spread across his face at the lovely sight, like a ripe apple, Jang Seungyung rested his chin on one hand. His low voice continued in the darkness.

“It’s a bit embarrassing, but you must have had a hard time pretending you didn’t know anything. Did I drool a little? And….”

Trailing off, Jang Seungyung recalled Heewoo’s past history. Actually, it was something that had been lingering in his mind since the moment Heewoo confessed to being an Omega.

“You must have had a hard time.”

Heewoo, who had been covering his flushed cheeks with his palms, looked up. Even his hands were so beautiful. Jang Seungyung, meeting his gaze over the neat fingers, offered sincere comfort.

“You’ve been through a lot.”

He didn’t need Heewoo to explain why he pretended to be a Beta; his past history told him everything. Before meeting Kim Jinhwan, Heewoo had lived with his biological mother until he was seven. The memories of living without a home, moving from one establishment to another before his ego was even fully formed, couldn’t have given him a positive impression of his Omega identity.

No wonder he hid it.

“You don’t have to hide it anymore.”

Saying so, Jang Seungyung carefully pulled down Kwon Heewoo’s hands covering his face. He repeatedly told him that he didn’t need to hide anymore, that he didn’t need to hide anything, because he would protect him.

“Live comfortably. Don’t hide anything, just live as yourself.”

Jang Seungyung intended to bring Kwon Heewoo out into the sunlight. Times had changed, and now everyone lived their daily lives regardless of their secondary gender. Male Omegas, of course, existed as they were born, without hiding their pheromones. Kwon Heewoo needed to live like that too.

Whether Beta or Omega, he just wanted this boy to live freely as himself. In the bright light, as he pleased.

“And I didn’t say this, but I like it. That you’re an Omega.”

Jang Seungyung whispered.

His large palm gently cupped Heewoo’s exposed cheek. Heewoo couldn’t hide his wavering gaze. Captured by the serious gaze meeting his, he fully revealed his trembling.

Now Heewoo’s face was flushed like a perfectly ripe apple. Jang Seungyung caressed the reddened earlobe and then abruptly placed his other hand on the bed. Lowering his head to meet his eyes, he asked,

“Why are you so warm?”

“…….”

“Do you like me touching you?”

It was a playful remark, as usual, intended to lighten the mood.

However, Heewoo, who had been quietly listening while huddled up, didn’t deny it. The body temperature against his palm grew even hotter. With his face clearly flushed, Heewoo replied,

“Yes.”

“…….”

Now it was Jang Seungyung’s turn to be silent.

Without averting his clear gaze, Heewoo said,

“So… please touch me.”