DFLT 62

“No, eut…”

Flick. Seo Heonyoung flicked his finger, and his nail touched the hardened tip of Yeonoh’s member. As if mocking the contradiction of Yeonoh, who was refusing him.

As soon as his hard fingertip touched the silhouette over the suit pants, the blood in his entire body began to sprint at full speed.

One thing was starkly clear: if he crossed the line like this, there would be no turning back. But the moment Heonyoung languidly rubbed Yeonoh’s tip with the flat of his wide thumb, the warning in his head, which he had been trying so hard to remember, vaporized into white nothingness.

“Heugh, eup…!”

Startled by the moan that escaped him unknowingly, Yeonoh covered his mouth with both hands, but Heonyoung, who didn’t like that, roamed the same spot, drawing a slightly larger circle.

Yeonoh bit the inside of his lip, desperately trying to stop any sound from escaping, but it was all in vain. With just a few movements of his hand, precum gushed out, soaking the area.

Seo Heonyoung looked down satisfyingly at Yeonoh, who wanted to cry from the shame, and the corners of his mouth were, damn it all, drawn in a beautiful curve. So beautiful that Yeonoh resented his heart for being moved by that smile.

“Ji Yeonoh.”

“Haah, eut.”

“Yeonoh.”

Stroking the damp glans with his hand, Seo Heonyoung leaned down and buried his lips near his ear. Because he was licking up from the edge of his ear, Yeonoh let out a short breath. He repeated the meaningless act of pushing against Heonyoung’s chest.

“Let’s sleep together.”

“N-don’t, heugh, eut…”

While his breathing grew rougher, his body was steadily responding to Seo Heonyoung’s touch. The lips that had been tracing the shell of his ear with the tip of his tongue had come down to his chin, and now their lips were so close that not even a finger could fit between them.

“Why is your body scent, which doesn’t even have pheromones, so good?”

It was surely just sweet talk; it would become nothing once the rut passed, just like his sparkling pupils. However, his dazed mind lost its ability to discern, and before he knew it, his emotions were being swayed by Seo Heonyoung’s every word.

Heonyoung lightly gripped the nape of Yeonoh’s neck and finally kissed him. Yeonoh, who was anxious because his heart was on the verge of exploding through his chest, parted his lips to take a breath, but Seo Heonyoung gave him no room and immediately found his way in.

“Heueup…”

Heonyoung held Yeonoh’s lower lip in his mouth, chewing and tasting it, before parting it and mixing their hot tongues. He lightly licked around Yeonoh’s tongue like a feather, lulling him into a false sense of security, and in that instant, he ensnared him tightly so he could not escape.

Every time their two tongues, entangled in the hot and wet cavern of his mouth, touched and rubbed against each other, the wet sound echoed off the ceiling, filling the room.

The kiss, which had started gently, slowly awakened the predator’s desire, and before long, Heonyoung was pressing down on Yeonoh’s shoulder with his forearm, kissing him as if pouring himself into it. Crushed by that force and receiving the endless shower of kisses, Yeonoh’s breathing was so labored that it had long since lost its evenness, and he couldn’t even inhale air because of their tightly entangled tongues.

A pattern repeated: whenever a small space was created as Heonyoung turned his head, he would exhale and endure, only to have his lips blocked again before he could steady himself.

“Eup, heu…”

After a long time spent kissing, repeatedly inhaling just enough air to not pass out through the small opening that appeared just as he was about to lose his breath, Yeonoh had no choice but to admit it. He had been thrown into a state of ecstasy by Seo Heonyoung’s kiss.

As Yeonoh’s chest rose and fell with his ragged breaths, Heonyoung broke their kiss and buried his face deep in the line of Yeonoh’s neck. Yeonoh was too busy trying to catch his breath to notice the red bruises being imprinted on his skin.

“Haah, ha.”

Around the time his vision, which had been blurry from lack of oxygen, began to clear, Heonyoung, who was biting down on his collarbone, came into view. It looked like it wouldn’t fade easily, so Yeonoh tried to push Heonyoung’s torso away, but his already weakened hands were pushed back every time they touched his shoulders.

Soon, with a rather rough rip, rip, the buttons of his suit jacket scattered in all directions. Seo Heonyoung, who had turned the sturdily made high-end suit into scraps of cloth in just a few seconds, then grabbed the collar of the shirt inside, looking ready to rip it apart as well.

“Heut, Director, just not the shirt—.”

“Why, are you sad that another alpha’s scent will disappear?”

Heonyoung showed more hostility than necessary toward Dojin’s pheromones, which should have been familiar to him, and was wary of the situation where Yeonoh, beneath him, was entangled with those pheromones.

At the same time, the white shirt was also torn in two. As his cool, unfamiliar bare skin met the air, Yeonoh’s torso flinched. Contrary to the cold air on his skin, his face was as red as it could get, and the mark Heonyoung had left on the nape of his neck was also swollen and red.

Heonyoung slipped his hand inside the clothes, lifted Yeonoh’s back slightly, and stripped off the two layers of clothing, throwing them to the floor. Yeonoh could only watch helplessly as the fabric, which could no longer be called clothes, soaked in the reddish-brown liquid that drenched the floor.

Is this how it ends, with Seo Heonyoung? Yeonoh’s eyes, staring at the pitch-black ceiling, slowly blinked. A mere kiss had left him breathless with ecstasy; if they spent the night together, the heart he had tried so hard to turn away from might waver again. He had lived shackled for so long to break away from Seo Heonyoung.

Click. Heonyoung was unbuckling the belt on the front of his pants. He wouldn’t even allow a brief reverie.

“Sir, Director…!”

Thinking that this really couldn’t go on, Yeonoh cried out urgently and grabbed Heonyoung’s hand, but.

“Ji Yeonoh, I can’t control myself right now because of you.”

At Seo Heonyoung’s short reply, which flowed out with a sigh, Yeonoh’s hand froze.

The Seo Heonyoung who had controlled himself with frightening discipline his entire life was now saying he couldn’t control something because of him.

“In this situation, is there any alpha bastard who wouldn’t want you?”

The single fact that Seo Heonyoung wanted him made his mind burn even whiter than when it had gone blank from the kiss.

“Is that why you slept around with other alphas? Making the same expression you’re making right now?”

Yeonoh shook his head. He couldn’t shake the thought that he had ultimately been caught in Seo Heonyoung’s web of words. It was because Seo Heonyoung, who knew Ji Yeonoh’s weaknesses better than anyone, had accurately projected that desire to tempt him.

As his pants were pulled off by Heonyoung’s hand, the front of his briefs was wet in a small circle, the aftermath of his earlier ejaculation of precum. Before he could even feel embarrassed, his briefs were also pulled down, and Yeonoh was left completely naked.

A large hand enveloped his erect member. Yeonoh’s, smaller than that of other adult beta males, was completely wrapped in Heonyoung’s hand. Heonyoung’s four long fingers, with room to spare even after gripping all of Yeonoh’s, hid his thumb.

Heonyoung swept his hand up the shaft, wiped the whitish precum on the pinkish tip with his fingertip, and then brought it to the deeper place between his legs, smearing the sticky liquid there.

It was obvious what the immediate future would hold. Yeonoh couldn’t control the trembling of his body from fear.

“Relax.”

“Ha, euk…!”

At the same time as the short command to relax, a pain as if his lower body was being split in two struck him, and Yeonoh let out a grunt and froze.

“Not even a knuckle is in.”

Did he not like Yeonoh’s insides for not welcoming the unfamiliar intruder? Heonyoung growled lowly and pushed his fingers in further.

“Heugh. Eut.”

In a kind of pain he had never experienced before, Yeonoh whimpered and gripped the bedsheets tightly. Yeonoh was desperately realizing how foolish his vague fantasy that sex with Seo Heonyoung would be nothing but blissful had been.

“Fuck.”

As he fidgeted, unable to relax, Seo Heonyoung, who had finally reached his limit, bit back a curse, opened the nightstand drawer, and took out a tube of lotion. He squeezed the lotion onto his fingers, spread it evenly, and once again delved into Yeonoh’s tender insides.

“Eung, heut, heuu…”

It was much better than before, when he had attempted penetration with only a small amount of precum, but all the sensations below his stomach were still numb, so Yeonoh let out a series of heated breaths. As his breathing gradually became even, the tight pain of the slick fingers, slippery with lotion and fluid, pushing inside also started to get better.

When Yeonoh, who was gradually adapting to the agony that seemed impossible to get used to, relaxed the tension in his lower abdomen, Heonyoung noticed immediately and thrust deep into Yeonoh’s inner walls in one go. His fingers moved slowly inside, gradually expanding their territory.

It had only gotten slightly better; the stinging that wouldn’t go away continued to linger, so Yeonoh flailed his arms and gripped Heonyoung’s shoulder. He instinctively hugged Heonyoung to survive, pulling his shoulders toward his own torso, and his panting breaths landed explicitly in Heonyoung’s ear.