DHG Ch 33

“……”

Jang Seungyung, after intently observing Heewoo, didn’t attempt another kiss.

Instead, he lowered his head further, pressing his lips against Heewoo’s long neck, his body pinning Kwon Heewoo’s thin frame between himself and the wall.

He inhaled deeply, rubbing his lips against the warm skin that flinched at his touch. The faint scent of shampoo and the cozy, warm scent of Heewoo’s skin was exhilarating. He felt himself harden.

Pressed close together, Heewoo felt the man’s hardness against his lower abdomen, along with the pheromones of desire.

“…….”

A shower of warm pheromones rained down on him. Just like the name suggested, it felt like a warm, fragrant water pouring over his entire body.

Heewoo was caught in a frightening yet erotic sensation. The fierce, predatory man desired him, expressing it through pheromones that sent shivers down his skin.

Was it the oppressive yet comforting atmosphere?

Or the sweet pheromones he’d become so accustomed to?

Heewoo slowly lowered his hand.

The decision felt natural, as if accepting the consequence of his pent-up emotions. Or perhaps he was slightly intoxicated by the flowery pheromones.

Rationalizing that he simply understood what an Alpha wanted in this situation, Heewoo discreetly moved his hand. Jang Seungyung, still pressed against him like a wall, remained motionless. A moment later, Heewoo’s fingertips touched a hot, hard surface.

He hesitated for a moment at the stark size and weight.

Then, silently, he moved his hand again. The sound of the loosened buckle clinking against his ear. A thick heat pooled in his chest, pressed close against the man’s. His palm felt hot, burning.

“Fuck…”

“…….”

“Ha, shit, I’m really about to…”

Jang Seungyung, pressed close against him, didn’t bother hiding his curses as he tried to kiss Heewoo again. The attempt failed, so he licked and sucked at the long, exposed neck Heewoo presented as he turned away.

Why?

Why are you avoiding me?

He craved those lips he’d tasted only once before. He was desperate to thrust his tongue into that warm, narrow space, but why?

But as with anyone drunk, his thoughts were muddled. His mind, closer to instinct than reason, followed his senses, wandering aimlessly.

…There’s a strange sweet scent.

With a hazy mind, Jang Seungyung instinctively searched for the faint Omega pheromones that had reacted to his own for the first time. He nuzzled his nose and lips against the fluttering neck and the hollow beneath Heewoo’s ear.

Sweet.

A low moan escaped his lips.

But the awareness of that faint, almost imperceptible scent was fleeting. It was quickly and completely overwhelmed by the wave of pleasure surging from his groin.

“Put more… ha, put more pressure on your hand.”

“…….”

“Huh? Touch me harder, I said. Fuck, your hands are so…”

Jang Seungyung urged, rubbing his lips against Heewoo’s soft earlobe. His earlier intention to retreat had completely evaporated. He nipped and sucked at Heewoo’s smooth jaw with his thick tongue.

With both hands, he began to touch Kwon Heewoo indiscriminately again—his sweet-smelling neck, his trembling chest, and the warm space between his thighs.

As he rubbed and explored, consumed by an uncontrollable desire, he was met with an unusually strong resistance.

“Ah, no, please, uh!”

“Huu…”

“No, please, stop…”

“…Ah… No?”

“…Yes. I’m sorry…”

A tearful voice, almost a whimper.

Ha… Jang Seungyung swallowed a frustrated sigh and loosened his grip. He didn’t know why, but Kwon Heewoo’s apology had abruptly slammed the brakes on his actions.

And he slowly accepted it. That Kwon Heewoo had only allowed his hands, just his palms.

But those only allowed hands were so clumsy. As the soft palms began to move again, unable to exert proper pressure, Jang Seungyung gripped Kwon Heewoo’s fingers tightly with his thick knuckles, forcing all ten fingers to stay put and touch him completely.

“Huu…”

“Ah, uh…”

Small whimpers escaped Heewoo’s lips. His slender body trembled in Jang Seungyung’s embrace.

The unchecked sadism fueled by alcohol intensified. Jang Seungyung panted, relentlessly rubbing his erection against Kwon Heewoo’s palms and the backs of his hands.

A loud, sloshing sound arose each time his glans and shaft moved. Like a starving beast, he thrust his dripping cock between Heewoo’s delicate fingers, forcing it into the narrow spaces, letting the foamy pre-come coat every line on his palms, the crown brushing against Heewoo’s thin bones.

Relentlessly, until his copious semen filled Heewoo’s cupped hand and overflowed, dripping down.

Despite his heavy intoxication, Jang Seungyung, having thoroughly satiated his desire, let out a low sigh.

“Ha…”

Even after he’d finished, he didn’t release Heewoo’s weak hands.

Still hunched over, his face buried in Kwon Heewoo’s neck, he slowly moved his hips, meticulously spreading his semen across Heewoo’s hands as if savoring the afterglow. Suddenly, he frowned.

What?

I feel like I’ve missed something important.

But the clue of the faint sweet scent he’d detected from Kwon Heewoo had long since dissipated.

The reason Jang Seungyung abruptly lifted his head was a sudden sense of unease.

With narrowed eyes, he looked down at Kwon Heewoo, who was quietly buttoning his shirt. His movements were strangely composed, considering he’d just been the source of such intense pleasure.

His smooth cheeks were pale and cold, as was the rest of his body.

Why is this?

Just a moment ago, his skin was warm, almost sweetly so.

Why? Is he cold?

Jang Seungyung’s thoughts were fragmented. He wanted to warm him, just as Heewoo had warmed him.

Unable to tear his frowning gaze away, Jang Seungyung grabbed Kwon Heewoo, intending to wipe his semen-covered hands on Heewoo’s coat. He was met with unexpected resistance.

He gets scared when I grab him too hard.

Jang Seungyung, his breathing growing ragged as he struggled to control his temper, found a solution. He pulled Kwon Heewoo into the room and into the tiny bathroom, turning on the warm water.

He washed Heewoo’s hands. His thick, calloused knuckles slid between Heewoo’s pale, wet fingers.

What should I do next?

Jang Seungyung wondered again. He still wanted to warm Kwon Heewoo, to make him happy.

He fumbled down Kwon Heewoo’s arm and took his hand again, gently massaging the damp fingers. Mirroring the action Heewoo had performed on him, his slightly numb fingertips from the alcohol explored Heewoo’s hand as he asked,

“Is there… anything you want?”

He spoke while standing in the bathroom doorway.

He could buy him anything. Lately, whenever he saw something nice, he thought of Kwon Heewoo. If it weren’t for the precedent of all his gifts being discarded, he might have bought him something new every day.

But the answer he received wasn’t something money could buy.

“Please leave.”

Heewoo said in a low voice, handing him the gloves he’d dropped by the front door. Jang Seungyung asked again,

“Nothing you want?”

“No. …Please be careful on your way back.”

As often happens with drunk people, Jang Seungyung repeated the phrase he was fixated on, and Heewoo responded in kind. Leave. Please leave now. After Heewoo repeated the phrase, the man, as if hypnotized, reluctantly walked out the door.

And then…

In the wake of the storm that was Jang Seungyung,

Silence clung to the floor. The air hung heavy with the scent of arousal pheromones. Ha. Heewoo let out a shaky breath.

“…….”

He was incredibly thankful he was wearing a long shirt that reached his thighs. Otherwise, the man would have noticed his arousal.

He felt like his backside was wet too. He stood frozen by the closed door, catching his breath, and only after a minute did he open the window to air out the pheromones and then showered again.

As he tidied the pile of laundry, ignoring his damp underwear, he suddenly felt the need to check the door again.

He was worried whether the drunken man had gotten back safely. He quickly put on a coat and went outside.

He checked the stairs and the underground parking lot thoroughly, but thankfully, there was no sign of a collapsed man or dropped gloves. Only the deep darkness before dawn stretched out before him.

When he returned, his steps calmer, he noticed a box leaning against his door.

“…….”

He’d glimpsed it earlier when leaving his room. Preoccupied with worry for the man, he hadn’t paid it much attention. He opened the large, flat box.

It was a foldable desk.

The new furniture, smooth and flawless, emitted a fragrant woody scent. He stared at the neat, attractive desk in a daze, and then realized it was for him. A yellow puppy sticker was attached to the box he’d just opened.