FRWD Ch 7.1

Even as he was being devoured, he obediently opened his mouth to let their tongues entangle, yet he did not know what to do with his arms, so he simply clutched the bedsheets tightly. It was his first time being under someone, and his first time in a relationship with a man, so everything felt awkward. The way Haseong’s eyes shook uncontrollably from side to side clearly reflected the confusion he was currently feeling.

Because he was keeping his eyes wide open, he could see Yehan’s face at a close distance, who was on top of him, kissing him relentlessly. On his languidly lowered eyes, each and every one of his dense eyelashes cast a shadow, decorating the white skin beneath.

Every time Yehan turned his head to the side, the slick sound of their tongues intertwining was accompanied by the bridge of his sharp nose grazing against Haseong’s face. At the same time, his shirt was being pulled up, and then, as if it would tear, the hem was abruptly flipped up to his chest.

His bewilderment at his suddenly exposed stomach and chest was brief, as a hand trespassed inside the waistband of his pants, causing his entire body to stiffen like a board.

“…Haseong, lift your hips.”

The lips that had, at some point, traveled down to his nape, were now caressing his skin. Haseong squeezed his eyes shut at the sound of that voice, which was still panting with hot breaths, and slightly lifted his hips.

“Yes, good boy….”

His pants, along with his underwear, were stripped off in one go. Goosebumps rose on his smooth skin, fresh from a shower, as the cool air from the air conditioner touched it. At that chilly sensation, Haseong slightly opened his eyes and glanced down.

His half-erect penis, seemingly without his own awareness, was slowly flaring its urethral opening as if waiting for the stimulation to come. Each time the small opening dilated and contracted like it was breathing, a still-watery, transparent pre-ejaculate trickled out.

Yehan was silently watching the scene. As soon as Haseong realized that Yehan’s gaze was fixated on the pulsing opening, his nape and earlobes turned beet red.

Why is he staring at it like he’s going to eat it…. Haseong fidgeted his legs and twisted his lower body. It was at that moment.

“Hut!”

“Haseong, even your cock is my type. Big, and handsome.”

A soft palm enveloped his entire penis and then began to stroke it up and down. After spreading the pre-ejaculate, of which there was not much yet, just enough to moisten the area around the urethral opening, evenly across his palm, he rubbed it onto the flushed glans and the shaft that was gradually growing in size.

Haseong writhed, clawing at the sheets.

“Ah! Hey, hyung, wait, just a moment, ugh….”

“Why. You’re enjoying it.”

“Heek!”

The tip of Yehan’s bluntly trimmed nail pressed into the slit of the pulsing opening. At the novel sensation, the tips of his toes tensed up, and his calf muscles trembled violently.

It must be rare for someone to touch their own urethral opening while masturbating. Haseong had extremely normal sexual preferences, so naturally, he masturbated in a normal way. Therefore, it was, frankly, an unfamiliar part of his body. Yehan was ruthlessly digging into, crushing, and tormenting an erogenous zone that even he himself rarely paid any mind to.

“Hah, ugh! Hyung, wai—, heuet! Ah, there…!”

“Does it feel good?”

Misinterpreting his own way the words from a tongue that had become twisted from desperately resisting and telling him to stop, Yehan smiled brightly. As if giving a reward, he blocked the opening with his entire thumb and then languidly swept the entire shaft with his palm.

The large hand wrapped around the entire cock, clenching and unclenching its fingers, tightly squeezing the base. The cock grew feverishly hot, as if the searing heat from the palm had transferred directly to it. In that state, the moment Yehan extended his pinky finger and firmly pressed down on the tautly swollen scrotum, Haseong could not even scream, only lifting his hips slightly with his mouth agape, letting out a stifled moan.

Saliva trickled from between his parted lips. His eyelids trembled on their own, and then, without his realizing, tears flowed and dripped down. The penis, unable to release its semen, delivered a sensation that was simultaneously a gut-wrenching pain and pleasure.

The saliva and tears that had flowed freely, regardless of their owner’s will, entered Yehan’s mouth. He languidly licked Haseong’s face, then slowly leaned his upper body down and coaxed him.

“It would be a problem if you came already.”

Mwah. His lips touched the pulsing opening. Due to the disgustingly obscene act of kissing the urethral opening, his hips twitched again, against his will. His penis, now fully erect and pointing straight up toward his navel, also trembled pathetically. It was spewing only pre-ejaculate, its tip ripened to a deep red, perhaps from being stopped right before ejaculation.

The slightly viscous, clear fluid pooled in a small puddle near his navel. Yehan stuck out his tongue, tasted the fluid, and then licked his glistening lips. Haseong could only stare in horror, at a loss for words at the act that was more perverted than he could have imagined.

The man who was dying from pain just a moment ago…. Was it just his imagination, or did he seem to become perfectly fine as soon as he started his perverted acts? Haseong, panting heavily, asked in a voice filled with grievance.

“…Aren’t you not in pain anymore?”

“I am in pain.”

Yehan answered promptly and guided Haseong’s hand, bringing it to his own forehead. It was still hot. When Haseong still gave him a suspicious look, this time he nuzzled his cheek against the captured palm, his eyes drooping sullenly.

“I’m really in pain…. Want to check?”

Yehan said so and tossed off his shirt. There was no time to admire his broad shoulders or the beautifully sculpted abdominal muscles. It was because he immediately took off his pants as well.

“……”

“Look.”

That cock is, fucking insane.

At the sight that was hard to believe even after seeing it, Haseong reflexively turned his head to the opposite side. It was mentally taxing to watch a purplish-red cock the size of his forearm, erect and bobbing on its own. Whether it was because he was that aroused, or because of the rut, the area around the glans was a mess with a glistening fluid.

He had guessed it would be ridiculously big from the way it had boasted its rigid form even while covered by the blanket, but that was….

Horse cock, I’d only heard of a horse cock, but the shock of actually witnessing it was truly substantial. Haseong himself had often been subjected to mischievous teasing in the army just for being big, but that… that seemed to be beyond the level of teasing. He would be lucky if people were not just terrified of it.

“You can’t turn your head away.”

His turned jaw was forcibly brought back, and his gaze was once again fixed on the cock. The lower body, which had approached at some point, was pressed right in front of his face.

The urethral opening on the round surface opening and closing, letting out a slick fluid little by little, and the shaft with its bulging veins slowly bobbing up and down, filled his vision completely.

“It looks painful, doesn’t it? Since Haseong is also a man, you would know.”

“That, is….”

Haseong swallowed hard. Indeed, being that erect would clearly be painfully agonizing. As Yehan had said, Haseong, being a man himself and experiencing the same pain, could empathize with how much it must hurt. The problem was that the person who had inflicted that pain was the man right in front of him….

“Hm? You want to eat it?”

Yehan, interpreting his swallowing in a way that suited himself, grinned as he gripped his cock. Haseong gritted his teeth and desperately shook his head. Although he had volunteered to help ease Yehan’s pain, he just did not have the confidence to put a man’s cock in his mouth and suck it while completely sober.

At that, Yehan moved his lower body back and gently pressed on his own lips, on which a small scab remained.

“Right. Even for me, asking someone whose mouth is all torn up to give a blowjob is a bit much. I’ll ask you next time.”

“Next… time?”

“Yes. Next time.”

His pathetic struggle of saying he had only intended to help for this one rut died down, unable to leave his mouth as Yehan’s cock was layered on top of his own. The most sensitive bare skin rubbed against each other, and the pulsing throb of the veins and the scorching heat were transmitted in their entirety.

“Haah…, Haseong. You have to help.”

With a hand so large it seemed it could cover the face of an average adult man, he grabbed both cocks at once and stroked them upwards, licking his lips.

Each time the palm, slick with a viscous fluid, obscenely swept over the surface of the shafts, a vein bulged in his neck. Haseong, clenching the innocent sheets with a trembling hand as if to wring them out, barely managed to ask.

“How, how do I….”

“Aah, you’ve never given a handjob either?”

“…I think, heut, peop, eut! people, hoo…, who have, would be rare.”

It was driving him crazy that he kept stimulating his genitals even while he was talking. Even more so because he was touching it like this when it had been angry the whole time from being stopped right before ejaculation. Haseong raised the back of his hand to cover his mouth and mumbled. Then, Yehan leaned down his upper body and pressed his lips against Haseong’s palm, murmuring softly.

“What the hell was that bastard doing, sticking around for over ten years….”

“Pardon?”

He could not hear properly because his pronunciation was muffled and unclear from speaking with his lips pressed against the palm. When Haseong asked him to repeat himself, he gave an eye-smile as if it were nothing and sat back up. At the same time, he pulled Haseong’s body up into a sitting position as well and held out his own hand in front of Haseong’s right hand, which had been gripping the blanket.

“Hand.”

Haseong obediently placed his hand on top of Yehan’s palm. His brain, which had long since melted into a gooey mess from the pleasure and the abnormal situation, failed to even register that this act was similar to training a dog.

Yehan, who had taken Haseong’s hand, led his arm directly over to his own cock.

“Haha, such a good boy. Then I’ll teach you. First, like this.”

“Eut!”

The moment the monstrous-looking cock touched his hand, a groan, something akin to horror, escaped from Haseong. Yehan looked at Haseong as if he were cute and slowly intertwined their fingers. Then, as he gently applied pressure to his grip, Haseong’s palm naturally took the shape of enveloping the bobbing cock.

“You just have to touch my cock for me. Like when Haseong masturbates.”

Cock…. He had thought his choice of words was unusual since he started talking about being in heat and what not, but as expected, such a blunt word was terribly embarrassing.

Haseong ducked his head, his nape flushed bright red, and moved his hand, however clumsily. The feel of the coarse pubic hair, the protruding veins, and the slick glans paralyzed his reason.

“…Like this?”

“Yes. I feel like I’m going to go crazy from the pain too, so let’s both get off once before we start.”

Yehan whispered as he simultaneously took hold of Haseong’s cock. Haseong diligently stroked the cock that was wriggling on its own in his hand. Yehan did the same.

“Hoo…, you’re good. A little harder. Haah….”

Haseong applied more force in response to Yehan’s request. At that, Yehan’s expression contorted as he let out a deep sigh. His eyes, reddened from the heat, his slightly bitten lower lip as he let out a moan, and his breathing and expression that changed moment by moment with his touch.

Yehan, steeped in a passion he had never seen before, was erotic. The thought that his reactions were changing from moment to moment depending on how he moved his hand was joined by an unidentifiable sense of pride.

Haseong kept his eyes fixed on his face and moved his hand as he had been taught, as if he were masturbating. It was a tight fit to grip with just one hand, so as he focused on caressing it, he found himself using both hands before he knew it.

“Eut….”

It was Haseong who came first. His penis, which had already been on the verge of climaxing earlier, absorbed the renewed stimulation like a waterlogged sponge. The moment Yehan pressed down on his scrotum and squeezed the base of his shaft, a milky white fluid shot out.

The semen that spurted into the air scattered across both of their chests and thighs, and even onto Yehan’s erect cock. Yehan wiped that semen and smeared it on his own glans, then placed his own hand over Haseong’s, which had been holding his cock.

As the layered hands quickened their movements, the generously applied semen foamed, and a milky fluid coated his cock. Along with it, Yehan’s moans grew rougher.

“Keuk…!”

At last, Yehan’s ejaculating penis overflowed, gushing out white semen. Was it because he was an alpha? Or was it because he was a dominant one? The volume of his ejaculation itself was so much that it could not be compared to that of a normal beta male.

Their clasped hands became soaked with Yehan’s semen. At the sensation, which was even somewhat chilling, Haseong forgot he even had to let go of his hand and blankly watched him ejaculate.

Obscene, erotic, and my stomach is trembling and tingling…. It even got to the point where his penis, which had just finished ejaculating and was subsiding, showed signs of rising again. He wondered if he had ever been this aroused in his life. And at the sight of another man ejaculating, no less.

“Haseong, you’ve gotten your cock hard again right away.”

It was right after that, when a voice mixed with a chuckle flew into the ears of Haseong, who had been staring blankly, unaware that the long-lasting ejaculation had even ended. Haseong awkwardly covered his lower half.

“This is….”

“You think you can hide it by covering it?”

With a slight laugh, he flicked the shaft of the slowly rising cock. Haseong barely swallowed the moan that was surging in his throat and shot back timidly.

“Hyung, too….”

“I’m in rut, aren’t I?”

Yehan said nonchalantly as he looked down at his own penis, which had become erect and rigid again right after ejaculating, and gave it a flick. The monstrously risen cock looked painful just to look at. Haseong asked, just in case.

“Do you feel a little better after doing it once…?”

His condition seemed markedly better than when he had first entered the room, but the state of his cock, which he had claimed was painful, did not seem to have improved at all. This was a man who had openly referred to his rut as a “heat period” from the beginning. If it got hard like that right after ejaculating that much, it certainly seemed like it would be agonizing.

At Haseong’s concerned question, Yehan asked back with a face that seemed not to understand.

“Hm? What did we do?”

“Pardon? Uh…, that….”

It seemed that the memory of them holding each other’s genitals and masturbating just before had been wiped clean from his mind. Haseong rolled the vulgar and explicit word Yehan had taught him between his lips a few times before giving up. It was too mentally taxing to actually voice it.

But after letting out a languid laugh, Yehan clammed his mouth shut and was clearly waiting for an answer. Left with no choice, Haseong pronounced haltingly, one syllable at a time.

“…Hand, job….”

“Yes. But that’s not sex, is it.”

“But you did ejaculate, so….”

“It’s a temporary measure. Because I know it’s Haseong’s first time, so I’m holding back a lot, a whole lot….”

He tickled Haseong’s waist with his semen-stained hand. The slick fluid smeared onto the pale skin, providing a creepy yet spine-chilling pleasure.

“You don’t want to do it anymore? I’m still having a really hard time….”

At his question, which seemed to cling to him viscously, Haseong shook his head as if bewitched. If he had intended to help this half-heartedly and then console himself by thinking he had repaid the favor, he would not have brought it up in the first place.

“…No. Since I said I would help, if you’re still having a hard time, I will help until you feel better.”

Though it was a statement that could sound quite altruistic, Yehan showed not the slightest sign of finding it praiseworthy or being grateful. He only made his mysteriously colored eyes shine with an even stranger light. It was the expression he had shown when asked why he was being so nice to him, a look tinged with a faint displeasure.

Even the way he immediately composed the fleeting emotion and returned to his usual face overlapped with that time.

“You have to keep that promise.”

Simultaneously, his body was pushed back down again. Haseong, his chest heaving, stared intently at Yehan’s face. The composure from just before was gone without a trace, and his expression, which had turned emotionless, was a little frightening.

Yehan took out a long, cylindrical tube of gel from the nightstand beside the bed. After tossing it by the head of the bed, he positioned himself near the lower half of the body and lay flat, looking up, which for some reason made his upper body feel even more solid. Haseong took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves somehow.

Now that he’s even taken out the gel, we’re really, really going to do it. He could not refuse, since it seemed that simple ejaculation was not relieving the pain. So, he was going to put that… in his behind….

“Hoo….”

Haseong had steeled himself to see blood, like a man. He thought, even if it hurts, it’ll just be for a few days, trying to be as positive as possible.

Right, it might be unexpectedly good. Did he expect to get so insanely aroused from the act of masturbating each other while looking at another man’s face? Things with Yehan were always unexpected, so he just blankly wished that it would be the same this time.

But, belying his firm resolve, Haseong could not help but be surprised the moment the backs of his knees were grabbed and his legs were spread wide open and lifted. It was the time of day when the midsummer midday sun shone brightly into the room. Lying facedown under the bright light, in a position that exposed his most embarrassing part, his legs instinctively fidgeted.

At that, Yehan planted a series of kisses on his outstretched calf and languidly stroked his thigh.

“Relax your body and loosen up. …Don’t be surprised.”

As for what he should not be surprised about, he realized for himself right after. Just after Yehan buried his face between his wide-open legs, a spine-chilling sensation of his tightly shut hole being licked shot up Haseong’s spine. Haseong immediately tried to close his legs while pushing Yehan’s head away.

“Hyung, Yehan-hyung! Wai—, aht! Ah, what, what are you…!”

“I have to do this so it doesn’t hurt.”

Even though he was pushing his head with considerable force, Yehan did not budge an inch. Haseong fidgeted even more, trying to narrow the gap between his legs while grabbing his head.

However, contrary to his intention, this action made it look as if Haseong was holding Yehan’s head and forcibly shoving it between his legs. Under the tight pressure, Yehan let out a satisfied breath and licked the entrance of the hole and the area around it like a dog.

Yehan used the tip of his tongue to persistently pry open the entrance, drenching the dry hole with his saliva. The small opening, which had shown no signs of opening, slowly began to part and glisten. Since he could not produce his own lubricant like an omega, it would only be possible to insert after sufficiently moistening it with saliva and gel.

After managing to open the hole to the size where one finger could barely enter, he slowly inserted his middle finger, and Haseong cried out as if he were going crazy.

“Heut, eu, ah! Ah, no, don’t do it, heueu….”

“Shhh…, good boy. Stay still.”

Yehan whispered softly into the hole that was wet with saliva and biting his finger.

“Normally I have to put all five fingers in to loosen you up, but if I did that now, I think Haseong would pass out, so I’m licking you instead.”

“Ah! Eut, you dirt—, dirty….”

“I’m going to shove my cock in here later, so what’s so dirty about it.”

He pulled out the finger he had pushed in up to the knuckle and sucked on the hole with a loud noise, causing Haseong’s thigh to spasm greatly. The hole also opened up further, beginning to pulse slowly. Yehan shoved his index and middle fingers in at once and rummaged around, spreading the inner walls like scissors.

Haseong was truly on the verge of losing his mind. From the moment Yehan’s bright red tongue touched his hole, an immense sense of depravity and disgust had been welling up like a tide. He had been prepared to be fucked, but he had not been prepared for a situation where that Go Yehan would bury his face between his legs and lick his ass like a dog.

His most embarrassing and dirty part, Go Yehan was licking it, even making sucking noises as if he were licking a delicious candy. That Go Yehan.

“Heu, eut, ah, a-euk, eu-eung!”

Haseong scattered his breath-hitching moans haphazardly and trembled his legs. As if rummaging inside was not enough, the fingers that were arbitrarily spreading the flesh here and there had, at some point, increased to three.

The long, straight fingers changed directions, widening the hole, then scratching the perineum, then caressing the folds of the entrance. Each time the longest middle finger dug deep into somewhere in the inner wall, his toes would curl and his hips would jolt up.

“Heuah!”

All the while, the finger and tongue relentlessly violated the hole. Haseong drooled and twisted his hips. Each time the wet sensation of the saliva-drenched hole was transmitted, each time the sensation of the fingers spreading his inner walls was vividly felt, each time a deep part of him was touched, a beast-like cry escaped.

At this rate, he would really go insane. How could he, while being subjected to such an act…, how. Haseong’s sense of ethics, built up over a short 22 years, was now on the verge of complete collapse.

It would be better if it just hurt. Unable to think normally because his entire nervous system was paralyzed by extreme depravity and pleasure, a self-destructive thought flashed through Haseong’s mind. Extending his calves, which felt like they would cramp the moment he relaxed, straight into the air, Haseong barely moved his loosened tongue.

“I—, I’m fine, eut! so…, hyung should….”

It’s fine if it hurts, so stop this and just fuck me quickly, he had to convey that properly…. But his words slurred as saliva and tears mixed in a mess. Frustrated with himself, he let out a whimper, and Yehan, who had practically been burying his nose in the hole, lifted his head with a sullen expression.

“What are you fine with now.”

“…The one in a hurry… isn’t me, it’s you, hyung….”

“…Aha. So you’re telling me to do whatever I want? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

Fortunately, despite the disjointed and unkind request, Yehan keenly understood what he was trying to say. Haseong covered his blurred vision with his arm and nodded his chin. Whatever it was, as long as his hole was not being licked, it was fine. That was what he had thought, but….

“I hold back and show consideration, and this is what I get.”

Muttering as if to himself, Yehan’s voice was even colder than what Haseong had heard the day he fought with Woochan at the club. Could it be that something he had said had offended him again? Even as his brain was completely steeped in shame and excitement, that one thing bothered him. Haseong subtly lowered the arm that had been covering his eyes and glanced at Yehan.

With a contorted expression and moistly wet lips, he roughly swept his bangs back. A smooth forehead and beautifully shaped eyebrows were revealed. A single, thin, shallow vein bulged on his forehead. At a glance, he seemed expressionless, but it was a face steeped in excitement.

It was a face that captured the gaze with a frightening intensity. The moment Haseong remembered that the reason that man was making such an expression was because of him, and that his lips were so glistening because he had just been burying them in his hole, a sharp pang shot through somewhere in Haseong’s stomach. It was at that moment, as he writhed his hips at the feeling of someone tickling the inside of his skin with a feather.

“Keuk!”

He felt a sharp plastic tip touch the entrance of his hole, and then a generous amount of cold gel was poured on. As if just applying it wasn’t enough, Yehan jammed the entire nozzle of the tube into the hole and squeezed, thick veins popping on the back of his hand. Haseong felt a bloating sensation from the cold gel filling him up and wrapped his arms around his lower abdomen.

By the time Yehan took out the tube and tossed it onto the nightstand, the contents, which had been almost new, were reduced by half. Roughly stirring the inside of the gel-filled hole with his finger, he muttered as if spitting out the words.

“Don’t regret it.”

With his legs spread wide, Haseong desperately took a deep breath, wringing the bedsheets. It was an act close to a survival instinct. His ragged breaths trembled.

Pain is fine. Yes, it’s better if it hurts. It’s fine…. Though he did not know how much it would hurt.

He had never imagined something being shoved into his behind, and of course, he had no experience. Therefore, he could not guess the magnitude of the pain to come. But he was naturally dull to physical pain, and he had more than enough patience, so it would be fine.

If his condition could improve by sacrificing his own body. And, …to be honest, seeing him get excited made him excited too. No matter how much it hurt, wouldn’t it become bearable if he saw Yehan’s excited face like before? Consoling himself with such thoughts, he relaxed his body.

The moment he did.

“Euk!”

He felt a fist-sized glans slowly rubbing against the cold, wet entrance, and then, without any warning, it plunged in. It was very shallow, he had only just inserted the head, which he could tell from Yehan’s hips, which were not only not moving but not even twitching.

But.

“Ah, it hurts….”

For a moment, stars burst before his eyes. A pain far more severe than he had anticipated assaulted him right after accepting just the glans. The entrance was already stretched to its limit, and it felt like his buttocks were going to be torn in two. The muscles of his entire tensed body convulsed.

“Hoo…, Haseong, you have to relax.”

Yehan stroked the back of his convulsing thigh and his waist with a soothing touch. Then, he pulled his left buttock wide to the side and continued to shove his cock in.

The bulging glans soon filled the inside to the bursting point, and at the same time, the shaft, with its menacingly protruding veins, began to dig deep, scraping against the inner walls. All of those sensations explosively churned inside the hole and ran through his entire body.

In a pain that was incomparable to when only the glans had first pushed in, a pain that felt like his body was being split in two, Haseong threw his head back and struggled. On his flushed red neck, veins and his Adam’s apple bulged prominently.

“Aaaargh! Ah, u-uuk…, ah…! It’s too, ah…!”

“You told me to do as I please, Haseong.”

Even as he extended his fingers and tickled the prominent Adam’s apple as if it were cute, he did not stop the insertion.

Yehan hooked Haseong’s two legs over his shoulders and looked down at the remaining half of his cock with a displeased expression. He wanted to quickly shove it in all the way to the root and start pounding his hips as he pleased, but he had only just put in half, and Haseong’s cock had already gone limp.

Meanwhile, the inner walls were clenching as if to chew him up, and it felt like the inserted cock was going to snap in half. But no matter how many times he told him to relax, Haseong did not seem to be in a state to listen to him. An unpleasant sweat trickled down Yehan’s spine due to the frustratingly soaring pleasure that was on the verge of satisfaction but not quite there.

It was probably painful for Haseong who was receiving it, but the sensation of being squeezed so tightly that it felt like his cock would be cut off was equally agonizing for him as well. Yehan, his brows furrowed as much as possible, silently stared at the white hand that was gripping the bedsheet and trembling.

As if to prove it was his first time receiving a cock from behind, he did not seem to know where or how to place his hands. That clumsy and pathetic gesture was foolish, yet it stirred something in him. Yehan lifted Haseong’s arms and wrapped them around his own neck.

“If it hurts, hold on to me.”

Normally, the guy would have refused, blankly muttering that he was fine, but this time, he hugged his neck tightly as soon as the words were out. It must really hurt, Yehan thought with a slight laugh, and at the same time, he thrust his hips up, all the way.

“…Ah!”

Haseong let out a scream like a final gasp and stiffened his body.

Having succeeded in parting the persistently clenching inner walls and forcibly thrusting in all the way to the root, Yehan also bit his lip. He could feel the inside of the walls convulsing madly, trying its best to return to its original width. The same went for the puckering entrance of the hole.

“Keuk…. Haseong, your strength, just a little…. I think my cock is going to be cut off….”

“Ah, it hurts, it hurts, hyung… Heuk, please….”

His face, which was already as pale as if it had been dusted with flour, had turned deathly white. His nape, tensed from enduring the pain, and the inside of his buttocks and thighs, which he was gripping as if to burst them, were all flushed bright red.

Yes, this is what I wanted. Not a skin that was bruised and mottled from being hit by some nobody he didn’t even know where he rolled in from. But Yoon Haseong, with the very appearance he had only pictured in his mind, calling him hyung and begging him. The moment he saw the sight he had so longed for, the patience he had managed to gather evaporated.

“Please what. What do you want me to do. Like this?”

He pulled his hips far back and then plunged in at once. Haseong’s eyes rolled back slightly, revealing the whites for a moment. As if his mind, which had briefly flown away in pain, had finally returned, Haseong panted heavily and glanced at his own lower abdomen. Then, he finally began to shed tears.

“This, this is… heut, wh-why is my stomach….”

He had thrust in so deeply that the shape of the glans protruded between the white, finely organized lean muscles as if an egg had been embedded there. Haseong, who had been stammering, cried as he stared at his own bulging lower abdomen with eyes full of horror.

Finding that sight cute, he thrusted his hips in small motions again, and the roundly protruding shape slightly shifted its position. From top to bottom, and when he twisted the direction a little and thrusted diagonally, this time to the right. Having confirmed that its position changed with Yehan’s thrusts, Haseong’s jaw trembled in great shock.

Yehan languidly stroked the protruding lower abdomen and continued his explanation in a soft voice.

“My cock is buried this far in right now. Why are you crying? It’s a problem if you’re this surprised. Later, you’ll see it swell up like a dog’s cock here.”

Pointing to the root of his cock, he playfully mentioned knotting, and Haseong’s eyes widened. He did not seem to fully understand, but he seemed to have grasped that there was something even more to come. Unaware that the corners of his eyes were raw, Haseong shed tears as if a faucet had been turned on and pulled his hips back.

“Heu, eu-eu…, hyung, I, I can’t, heuet! I’m sorr—….”

“It’s me who should be sorry to Haseong.”

It was pitiful to see him shaking his head and struggling to somehow pull out the cock embedded inside him. Yehan watched with satisfaction as Haseong cried while receiving his cock, the very sight he had so desired, and wiped away his tears with his fingertips.

As if he had found a sliver of comfort in the gentle touch, Haseong hiccupped but obediently offered his cheek. Yehan licked the wiped-off teardrops and informed him affectionately.

“I wanted to be considerate… what should I do. I’m a little short on leisure right now.”

Saying so, he removed his right arm that was wrapped around his neck and personally placed it on Haseong’s cock. When he forcibly spread his fingers to make him grip his cock as if masturbating, Haseong’s eyebrows twitched as if in question. Yehan covered his hand with his own palm to fix the position and whispered.

“While I’m fucking you, you can at least touch yourself.”

“…Pardon?”

This much consideration should be enough. The rut that had just begun was gradually ripening, heightening Yehan’s sexual sensitivity. This was not child’s play, and his libido was not something that could be resolved by just shallowly thrusting while inside. Yehan began to move his hips randomly.

He forcibly pushed and dug into the muscles that were clenching like a suction cup, widening the passage. As if carving a path in the shape of his cock, he thrusted deeply while carefully observing the firm stomach that would jolt up. Judging by the way the area near the navel was bulging, it seemed he could push in further.

“Haah, that’s good, Haseong…. Lift your hips a little more.”

“Heuk, a-euk, eu-uk!”

His uncontrolled pheromones leaked out wantonly, filling the room. Yehan gritted his teeth as he smelled the damp scent. Haseong would not feel anything anyway, but he poured his pheromones onto Haseong as much as he could and focused on thrusting.

Deeper and faster. He wanted to knot inside him, all the way to the colon. The gel that had filled the hole to the brim was churned with each stir of his cock, melting into a form close to a watery liquid. The gel, which had turned into something like cold water, met the warm flesh of the inner walls and became lukewarm, making a sloshing sound.

Each time he pulled his hips back and then thrusted all the way to the root at once, a squelching, obscene sound effect was accompanied by the melted gel splashing from the point of connection. That sight, as if Haseong, who was not even an omega, was coming from behind while being fucked, brought on an insane rush of excitement.

“Hoo… good thing I put in a lot of gel. Keuk…!”

“Ah…! Hyung, hyung…, it hurts, it hurts, please, heuk….”

“I told you to touch your cock.”

He replied without sincerity and began to dig into the inner walls again without giving him a moment to breathe. Each time his pelvis collided with the buttocks, which were lean for his frame, a thwack, thwack sound echoed. Due to the friction heat of their skin grinding together, Haseong’s buttocks swelled up as red as if they had been slapped.

…Should I fatten him up a bit more, and when we do it doggy style, should I try hitting his ass? It was an obscene sight that made such a sadistic thought surface. Yehan, who had put more strength into his raised thighs to fix his position more firmly, pushed the blanket away with his knees and made his hip movements larger.

As he slowly got used to the size and length digging inside, the inner walls that were gradually loosening up provided a supreme ecstasy. He could not remember the last time he had felt such pleasure. Yehan folded Haseong’s body almost in half and mated with him like a dog.

“Keuk, ha…. You’re doing well, like that.”

“Eueu, heu, haah…!”

At some point, Haseong was holding his own cock and shaking it. Whether it was to lessen the pain with the pleasure he gained from it, his hand movements were quite desperate. Unlike when he was first penetrated, his half-erect penis dangled and swayed on his white stomach.

Come to think of it, wasn’t it around here? He languidly rotated his hips as if retracing the location of the prostate he had found while loosening the hole with his fingers. The thick glans, which had been rummaging inside at random, now had an intention and began to poke a specific spot intently.

At that moment, Haseong’s entire body convulsed.

“Ah, ah, a-eut, heung!”

He trembled as if he had been electrocuted, and then his toes straightened stiffly, and a watery, transparent fluid splattered onto his stomach. Haseong, who had been drooling with his mouth agape, let go of the hand that had been holding his cock as if in a seizure.

Should I have fucked him here from the start? Since he had prioritized his own desires, he had not thought that far. If he had known he was the type to be this turned on while being fucked from behind, he would have fucked him sooner. With a belated regret, he repeatedly dug up only that spot. Then, Haseong’s fully erect penis began to bob up and down on its own.

“Heuah… a-eung, heuet, keuk, heuaah! Ah, a-heuh…!”

“Ha….”

Even when he was lying there like a block of wood, trembling in pain, the feel of the inner walls enveloping his cock was ecstatic, but it was even more so now that Haseong had started to get seriously aroused.

The hole, stretched so wide that not even a wrinkle was visible, puckered and tightened, taking in the root snugly, and the flushed inner walls would relax with just the right amount of pressure, and when he probed inside with his cock, they would clench and bite down on the whole thing as if to chew and swallow it.

It felt like his cock was going to be sucked right out. The leisure to tease Haseong by throwing around crude jokes was now all gone. His eyes having gone wild, Yehan gnawed on Haseong’s knee and roughly churned inside the hole.

Haseong’s sobbing moans and Yehan’s gasps as he panted for breath that had risen to his chin. Added to this were the squelching sounds of their connection, and the sound of his pelvis hitting his buttocks like someone was being beaten, all tangled together, chaotically echoing in the bedroom.

“Hy-hyung…, I, it’s strange, heuat, ah, ah-ah!”

When he pulled his hips back so that only the very tip of the glans was barely caught inside, the red inner walls that enveloped the purplish-red cock would be pulled out a little, as if begging it not to leave. If he could see for himself what was happening to his lower half right now, he would lose the presence of mind to even say it was strange and just cry his eyes out. Just like when he had cried earlier seeing his own stomach bulging.

Yehan licked his lips, which felt like they were drying up, and spurred on his thrusting. He’ll be able to see it when I knot anyway.

He thrusted all at once to the point where Haseong felt it, pushing the pulled-out inner walls back inside. As he did so, he languidly pressed the tip of his glans against the prostate a couple of times, and Haseong’s cock, which was not even being touched, swayed up and down, gushing out white semen.

“Eu-eut, eu, uh, why…, heung!”

“Haseong is overflowing with talent.”

The man himself seemed bewildered even as he was ejaculating. As if he himself felt that the state of his body was unusual, the moment Yehan saw him cup his own cock with teary eyes, he too began to come deep inside Haseong.

“Keuk…!”

Because the insertion had been so long, and because it was an act that signaled the start of a full-blown rut, the volume was even greater than when he had first ejaculated.

Feeling the enormous amount of semen filling his inner walls with a gurgling sensation, Haseong unconsciously caressed his lower abdomen. He was already surprised by the torturous pleasure that had come in the middle of it and the unfamiliar reactions of his body not feeling like his own.

…But what the hell is this. To think there were still more surprises left. That in itself was astonishing.

As if Yehan’s penis filling his insides to the brim was not enough, the warm fluid that was squeezing and filling the non-existent space was overwhelming. It was similar to when he had overeaten. Stuffy, nauseous, queasy… yes, he wanted to vomit.

“U-uk….”

Haseong quickly turned his head and covered his mouth. As if it had been glued on, he writhed his body and retched, trying to somehow get out the monstrous cock that showed no signs of wanting to leave, only continuing to come inside him without rest.

At that, Yehan, who had completely overlapped their bodies, grabbed his shoulders with a firm grip and patted him.

“Feeling nauseous?”

Haseong nodded with his mouth covered. If you know, then please take it out, the words that he did not need to ejaculate inside him swirled in the narrow gap of his tightened throat.

“You can do it if you want to…, but it’d be better to do it a little later.”

Of course, he had planned to do it a little later, after the act was over. There could be no worse situation than vomiting right after sex and dirtying the bed. Haseong took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling greatly, and suppressed the rising nausea.

“Hoo, hoo….”

After enduring like that, the long, long ejaculation that felt like it would make his internal organs flow in reverse finally ended. He’ll take it out now, Haseong thought with relief and was about to slowly lower the legs he had propped on Yehan’s shoulders.

“…Hyung?”

Why, after he ejaculated, does the thing inside me feel… bigger? That doubt soon turned into certainty. Right after, the hole was stretched as if it would tear, and the cock it had been holding began to grow in size frighteningly.

“Aaargh!”

“Shhh, this is what I was talking about. I told you it would swell up like a dog’s cock.”

Yehan, who had fixed his hips close and was hugging Haseong, patted his back and continuously breathed into his ear. Haseong could not even struggle in the extreme pain, which was incomparable to when Yehan had first thrusted his cock in, and only shed tears.

The more the cock grew with the force to swell and burst the inside to its limit, the more the nausea he had managed to suppress rose to its limit.

“U-uk, wek…, aah!”

He retched. As he drooled and suffered, Yehan kindly offered his palm to his mouth.

“Do it now.”

When Haseong reflexively shook his head, Yehan prodded his lips with a finger and urged him.

“Hm? You’re not going to throw up? It’s okay if you do. Ah, you don’t want to?”

Who would be happy to be told to vomit on someone else’s hand. Haseong desperately bit his lip and endured both the nausea churning in his stomach and the pain digging into his lower half.

But in between, there were times when a pain that was truly, truly unbearable would surge up. It felt like the entrance was all torn, and the inside of the walls would just keep swelling without limit and burst like a balloon. Each time, Haseong would sob and beg him to please take it out.

“I, heuk…! Please, please…, how long, heek!”

“Stay still…. It’s okay. Alphas are all like this during rut.”

“Bu-but, I’m, I’m not an omega….”

Omegas, with their innate constitution, might be able to endure such an act, but not him, a beta. His plea, which sounded quite desperate, was cut off by Yehan with a gentle smile.

“I can’t take it out. The base has swollen inside, so until it subsides.”

“That, heuk, that kind of….”

It’s not like it’s some kind of animal mating, how could there be such a thing.

When he was young, he had once seen two stray dogs mating in a neighborhood alley. He remembered being fascinated that the male, mounted on top of the female, did not get off for a long time, and that memory now scratched at Haseong’s consciousness.

At that time, Juwon, who had been watching the scene next to him, had giggled and told him. Dogs’ dicks swell up inside, so they can’t separate until it’s over…. He also suddenly remembered Woochan cursing after hearing the crude explanation and immediately grabbing his hand and leaving the place.

So…, so the words that it would swell up like a dog’s cock were not a simple metaphor, but a fact without a hint of exaggeration. He belatedly understood why Yehan had often compared those with constitutions to animals.

I should have listened more carefully, as Haseong was regretting, an even more shocking statement flew at him.

“From now on, Haseong will have to get used to it gradually. You don’t need to be so scared. For today, at least, I won’t be fucking you in this state.”

“What….”

Just holding it in is an ordeal, and he’s saying he’ll fuck me in this state…? The words ‘for today, at least’ were also ominous to no end. Unable to hide his uncontrollably shaking pupils, Haseong squeezed his eyes shut at another wave of nausea and caught his breath.

He would rather faint. It was the first time he had felt his body, with its ambiguously high threshold for pain, to be so cursed as it was today. If he had fainted when Yehan was fucking him randomly, even if he had gone through this, he would have no memory or feeling of it. Haseong panted as he mulled over the past.

Over his pitifully trembling body, a voice that seemed determined to sever his fading consciousness descended.

“And you said it, Haseong. That I could do as I please.”

Can this be called sex? Is this… really a sexual act between people?

He remembered Juwon’s voice, who had giggled and spouted vulgar words throughout their relationship. That dogs mating like that is called copulation. This act, mating like beasts without distinguishing day from night, with the base of the cock swollen and unable to be pulled out, bodies pressed together, was indeed close to copulation.

He did not know how many times he had already seen the sky outside the window darken and then brighten again. On the first day, he at least had a sense of time, thinking that he had stayed up all night, but now even that was fading.

“…Hyung, please….”

Haseong, with his face buried in the pillow, panted and begged, but from behind him, instead of an answer, only a groan that seemed to scrape his throat returned. On the contrary, as if he did not want to hear it, he was thrusted into so hard that a thwack sound was made, and Haseong clutched the edge of the pillow and sobbed.

“Heu-eu…!”

Who is the stranger one here? Is it Yehan, who has turned into a beast for several days with no remaining desire but for sex, constantly shoving his cock into the hole, or is it himself, who, not content with just receiving that monstrously huge cock from behind, is now slowly feeling pleasure instead of pain.

Whenever he briefly regained consciousness, his cock was invariably embedded in his behind. He could only be briefly freed when Yehan thought he had to feed him, let him sleep, or wash him. Even then, it was not long before the act would begin again.

He’ll really stop now, he would think and doze off, but when he woke up to a dull pain, Yehan would invariably be churning his hole. When he washed, he was forced to have the inside of his walls dug out with fingers under the pretext that beta males would get a stomachache if they left semen inside them. So, the only time he could really rest was when he was eating.

Because he had been fucked so much, the place that had been so painful it felt like it would tear even when just the glans entered at first, now automatically pulsed open whenever the cock came in. Knotting was still painful, but in all other acts, he only felt pleasure.

The only fortunate thing was that knotting did not accompany every ejaculation. He did not know for sure, but it seemed that knotting was not possible every time, and after the first knot, only one or two more had followed. He felt dizzy at the thought that if it had been repeated, even that might have been replaced with pleasure.

By now, wouldn’t my hole have become strange? No, it must have become strange. The very fact that he was accepting something like that with pleasure was already proof that something was seriously wrong with his body.

“Ah, ah, eu-eung…!”

“You’re taking it deliciously now. It doesn’t close even when I pull out for a moment.”

“A-eung! Eu, ah, why, heut….”

The cock that had been filling his insides seemed to be slowly sliding out, and then, with a squelching sound, the hole widened greatly and the thick glans popped out. Haseong himself could feel his hole, which had grown accustomed to the endless insertion, pulsing as if feeling empty.

At the same time, the semen that had been pushed out by the glans trickled out of the entrance. Even though Yehan would insert his fingers and take out the semen every time he finished ejaculating a few times before resuming the insertion, there was a limit to how much he could scrape out the semen that had dug deep into his organs.

Because of that, the inside of his walls was slick, and the entrance of his hole, his perineum, and the inside of his thighs were all a mess with dried white semen stains. From being bitten and sucked so much, his back, shoulders, and the tender skin near his perineum were stamped with bite marks and red love bites like seals.

The feeling of his parched skin was terribly unpleasant, so Haseong took the opportunity of the cock being temporarily out to turn around and plead.

“I’m, hungry…. And I want to wash up….”

In truth, because his insides had been churned so much, he did not have much of an appetite. It had not been long since his last meal either. He did not even have the strength to support his own body, so he had just leaned against Yehan and accepted what he spooned into his mouth like a baby bird.

But since the only plea he even pretended to listen to was that he was hungry, Haseong deliberately used his appetite as an excuse. At that, Yehan shoved two fingers into the hole that was puckering on its own and expressed his doubt as he prodded it soothingly.

“Why are you hungry? I’ve been feeding you continuously.”

“…Not that, food….”

“What is that?”

“…Not semen.”

His nape flushing red, Haseong buried his face back into the pillow and mumbled. It was obvious that he would not let him go if he did not answer clearly.

There was one bad habit of his that he had definitely learned while rolling around with Yehan like a dog for the past few days, and that was that he would be persistent until he heard the answer he wanted, just like now. And he usually wanted him to say the vulgar and explicit words out loud himself.

“Does it not taste good?”

“……”

He was at a loss as to how to answer this. How was he supposed to know the taste when he was continuously receiving semen from below.

As if it were the last bastion of his conscience, he thankfully did not try to make him perform fellatio. So he had never tasted semen, but it was predictable that it would taste terribly bad even without trying it.

While Haseong was hesitating, a light kiss landed on his red, hand-printed buttock.

“That’s strange. It eats it up deliciously here.”

His surprised hips flinched and jumped up at the tickle of his breath on his sensitive skin, and at the same time, his hole tightened. Not missing that moment, the huge cock squeezed through the narrowed gap of the hole and invaded.

“Eu-eung!”

The muscles of his tensed thighs trembled, and the balance of his lower body, which he had been barely holding, was broken. Yehan, who had grabbed his collapsing hips with both hands and propped him up, began to thrust like a madman again. On his captured pelvis, reddish marks in the shape of his hands were already left.

“Hoo, good boy…. We’ll stop after just this.”

“Aah! Ah, heut, eu, eung! That, is a lie….”

He had been suffering from that lie for several days now, to the point of being sick of it. Haseong’s mournful protest was mixed in between the moans that escaped his lips on their own, even though he did not want to let them out.

“Haah…, why are you getting smarter and smarter.”

A laugh-tinged moan landed on his back. At the same time, somewhere inside his stomach was roughly churned, and a blunt pleasure, as if it had been forcefully struck down from a straight angle, ran through his entire body. Whether it was because he had been tormented to the point of torture and had nothing left to discharge, only a pale-colored liquid, rather than semen, trickled powerlessly from his plumply ripened penis.

After a long period of thrusting, Yehan, who had finished ejaculating inside Haseong once more, finally separated their lower bodies, which had been pressed together the whole time. Haseong’s drained hips fell limply. With only his buttocks, mottled with handprints and bite marks, raised shallowly, Haseong tried to calm the sensation of a snake writhing alive inside his stomach.

When the semen that had pooled inside trickled down his thighs through the hole, it felt like a snake was flicking its tongue inside and licking the hole. Because his excitement had not yet subsided, his legs and hips were still twitching.

“Eu….”

“I’ll take it all out at once when we wash up later.”

Yehan gently stroked Haseong’s hips as he observed him, then got up. The rut was gradually coming to an end. It seemed he could finish it off feeling refreshed after doing it just a couple more times while washing him. He had to wash him to feed him anyway. If he sat him at the dining table reeking of semen and his own pheromones, it was obvious that his eyes would glaze over again and he would pin the eating kid down on the table and start fucking him.

That aside, why had he poured out so much pheromone that this dazed guy could not even feel? Yehan wrinkled his nose at the scent of his own pheromones that filled the room to a nauseating degree. As if he had been thoroughly steeped in his alpha pheromones, the same scent vibrated from all over Haseong’s body. It was an amount that would make anyone mistake Haseong for an alpha.

Had he ever lost his reason to this extent and poured out pheromones while having sex, even during a rut? Yehan, thoughtfully retracing his past, narrowed his brow slightly. It had always been like this recently. When he thought about Haseong, he would feel a subtle displeasure, as if a single thread from a tangled skein of nerves had been snapped.

Why? He had achieved his goal, and from the looks of it, if he clung to him with a few weak words, he could play with him until he got tired of it. He had gotten rid of all the bothersome people around him, and since he had stashed him in Hyeongseok’s store, he would no longer have to see him scurrying around unbecomingly, trying to earn money.

‘Is it because the aftertaste is much better than I expected?’

Indeed, human psychology is such that one can be dazed even when something better than expected happens. For someone he had approached lightly just because his face was his type, the fun of teasing him was considerable and the pleasure of holding him was quite good, so it seemed it was a harvest beyond his expectations.

Yes, he felt like a child who had given up, thinking he would just get another boring book, but was thrilled to find an interesting toy when he opened the stocking. Especially, the way he would do foolish things that his own brain could not come up with the moment he took his eyes off him was a masterpiece.

For example, like now.

“Ak!”

While he was briefly lost in other thoughts, Haseong, who had been cautiously watching, crawled to the edge of the bed and fell off with a great thud. He had hit his already overworked back properly, and he could not get up easily, only groaning in pain.

If he had just lain still, he would have been carried to the bathroom, washed from head to toe, and even fed. In fact, he had done so for the past three days. It was the minimal apology and courtesy for having fucked him to the point where he could not walk.

Haseong must have known that much from the repeated experiences of the past days, but it seemed he had gotten scared in advance that sex would start again if he continued to lie in bed and had tried to run away.

“Oh my. Are you okay?”

He did not help him up right away, finding his attempt to run away vexing. He sat on the edge of the bed and asked mischievously at Haseong, who was squirming on the floor, and a groan leaked out instead of an answer.

“Heu…, my, my back….”

“Do you think you’re hurt?”

“I’m not hurt, but…. I really, just can’t anymore….”

He could have just lied and said he was hurt and asked to stop, but Haseong insisted on denying it. Whether he was trying to protect some useless conscience, or whether his head just did not work that far. That aspect of him, never speaking in roundabout ways, was the point that felt the most foolish.

Looking at Haseong reminded him of a dog with a handsome appearance but slightly lacking intelligence. One that learns to some extent if taught repeatedly, but its basic nature is dull and foolish. And on top of that, the way he would whimper and watch his owner’s face was also like a dog.

“Let me hold you. I really won’t do it anymore now.”

Even the part that made him want to indulge his whims out of pity when he looked at him. As he spread his arms wide towards Haseong, who was lying on the floor, he let out a groan, eung, and grabbed his arms with difficulty.

After trapping him in his embrace and lifting him up, Haseong wrapped his arms around his neck and buried his face in his shoulder. His exposed ears were reddish. If it were not for the white gauze stuck here and there on his flesh, he would have put them in his mouth and sucked them, which was a shame.

He would have to have a word with that company about the guy who had turned Haseong’s ear into a tattered mess. Since he was a guy with no skill or anything anyway, he would tell them to just play around with him for a bit or throw him away. Yehan, instead of the ear, gently kissed his nape and headed to the bathroom.

Even after filling the bathtub with water and washing him clean, the pheromone scent that had seeped into his body would not go away. Through the scent of shampoo and body wash, a damp rose scent bloomed like a well-blended perfume. It was such a satisfying combination that for the first time in his life, he thought it was a waste that his partner was a beta. If Haseong could also smell this scent, he would surely have liked it.

Only after enjoying the rippling fragrance to his heart’s content by stroking Haseong’s wet hair back did Yehan pull the exhausted guy into his arms and seat him at the dining table. The refrigerator was full of food that Sehyung, who had secretly visited, had stocked up. Among them, he took out and heated up abalone and chicken soup.

“Sehyung has some sense. He brought good things for Haseong’s nourishment.”

“Manager came by?”

“Yes. He always takes care of things when I spend my rut at home.”

“Manager was already… suspicious.”

“Suspicious of what?”

“…If I was your rut partner….”

Rut partner, my ass, he probably asked point-blank if he was his sex partner. He scoffed inwardly, knowing Sehyung, who would rush in and interrogate like a celebrity news reporter thirsty for a scoop when it came to his bed partners.

“The suspicion turned out to be true. I told you, that guy has a good sense for things.”

At the playful answer, Haseong’s face, which had been deathly pale, turned ashen. Yehan guessed his transparent thoughts and smiled brightly.

“Thank you for helping with this rut.”

“…Yes.”

“Somehow, the aftertaste of this one is the most refreshing. It was good when we did it too. How was it for you, Haseong?”

“Well, for me….”

Haseong held a spoon with a trembling hand and stirred his bowl. Yehan quietly waited for his answer.

“…If you exclude the knotting, I think it was fi-fine, but it was so tiring….”

Even while stuttering, Haseong gave a fairly honest answer. It was worth the effort of persistently tormenting him until he spoke whenever he tried to evade a proper answer in bed.

“Then should I just refrain from knotting from now on?”

“From… now on?”

The spoon, which had been listlessly stirring only the broth, plopped into the bowl, as if his hand had slipped. Yehan pulled Haseong’s bowl completely towards him, deboned the chicken, removed the abalone shell, and cut the meat. Then he took a large spoonful of the broth and solids and brought it to Haseong’s lips.

The chapped lips hesitated before opening slightly and obediently accepting the food, and Yehan’s lips also curved into a smile.

“Rest assured. I don’t knot unless it’s during a rut. And I don’t do it for days on end like this time. Is there anything else you’d like me to adjust to?”

“I was only planning to help with this rut….”

“Can’t you help me on a regular basis too?”

“……”

Where do you think you’re trying to back out right away. Yehan stroked Haseong’s knee and slowly continued.

“I think I’ll be starting a project soon, and having a regular partner is better for pheromone management.”

When he explained that the more dominant one is, the more necessary it is to release pheromones appropriately through regular sexual intercourse, Haseong just nodded blankly with a troubled expression. He did not seem to understand why that was, but since his partner said so, he looked as if he was trying to somehow shove it into his head.

But it was not a hastily made-up excuse. Dominants, whether alpha or omega, had strong innate libidos and pheromones, so they needed to be released at the right time. Otherwise, not only would their condition hit rock bottom, but their pheromones could also leak out unexpectedly, leading to misunderstandings of marking without consideration.

Of course, Yehan was free from problems regarding pheromone control. Thanks to the obsessive level of training he had received from his father since he was young, he could manage his pheromones well even right before a rut. The fact that he had smeared his pheromones on Haseong using the rut as an excuse was also purely to provoke Woochan, not a failure of his own control.

The problem was his condition. For the past month or two, he had been dealing with Haseong and had not met anyone else. A more correct explanation would be that no one he saw particularly attracted him.

‘What is this, it’s not like I’m practicing celibacy.’

He had no way of dealing with his suddenly chaste lower half. The continued frustration was a sufficient reason to drag both his body and his mood to their worst. The reason he had refrained from going out the whole time after bringing Haseong home was actually largely due to his poor condition.

In fact, the rut had come right before he was about to go crazy from frustration, and because of that, there was a sense that he had pushed Haseong more than he should have.

But he did not harbor any useless guilt about it. In the first place, his frustration had come from spending time on Haseong, so it was naturally a problem that the person responsible should take care of. And Haseong had perfectly taken that responsibility by receiving him throughout the rut.

He had deliberately dressed him in his large clothes, and the traces of their lovemaking were all over his exposed nape and shoulders. Among those dense traces, Yehan caressed the left side of his nape, where he had left a particularly vivid bite mark, having bitten down like a teething animal.

“When I start filming, managing my condition is essential. And there are many people with constitutions among actors, so if I go around leaking pheromones just because it’s right before a rut like recently, I’ll be stoned.”

“Ah, but I….”

“Of course, if Haseong doesn’t want to, there’s nothing I can do.”

Yehan spoke, skillfully mixing truth and lies, then took a step back and added.

“If you don’t want to, I can just ask someone else, so tell me comfortably.”

He put on a smile that made him look like a good person, the only commonality with his completely dissimilar cousin, all over his face. Contrary to that, Haseong’s eyes shook from side to side, increasingly losing focus.

“Someone else….”

“If I get rejected by Haseong. I need a partner anyway.”

Finishing his sentence, he took another large spoonful and pushed it into Haseong’s mouth. But unlike just before when he had been eating obediently, he stubbornly refused to open his lips.

‘I’m distressed,’ Haseong, with that written all over his face, slowly began to speak. Taking that opportunity, he forcibly pushed the cold soup in, and he accepted it in a daze and continued to speak while chewing with his cheeks.

“But I… am not an omega, and this is my first time having a relationship with a man…. And I’m not gay either.”

“Unfortunately, I am gay, have only been with men, and don’t sleep with omegas.”

What was he worrying about, it turned out he meant that all of this was his first time, so it was unfamiliar and scary. It might be understandable if he had no experience of sexual relations with the same sex at all, but he did not think it was a worry for someone who had been having sex with him for the past few days. Yehan, dumbfounded, retorted with a snort.

“Is that… something you have to worry about so seriously? It’s not like I asked you to be in a relationship. The first time is hard, but the second time is easy.”

“……”

“I repeat, I’m not trying to force you. I’m asking for your help. Of course, Haseong is the one in charge. If you find someone new you like later, you can stop anytime.”

He was not just saying it. If Haseong found such a partner, he planned to end things cleanly, if only because he hated things getting complicated. If that partner was a man… it would feel like he had done all the work for someone else to benefit, so he would feel a bit shitty, but.

He was an unprecedentedly pleasing partner, but in relationships, he was always the one whose feelings cooled first, so the probability of not maintaining a relationship with Haseong for that long was higher. This time, Yehan responded with pure sincerity. And he intertwined his fingers with Haseong’s and smiled brightly.

“What will you do?”

Getting the answer he wanted was easier than drinking water. Haseong’s head, which had been persistently pondering, finally nodded up and down, and finding that unbearably lovely, he stripped him again as soon as he had fed him.

Under the pretext of aiding digestion, he sat Haseong on his lap and fucked him to his heart’s content, and by the time his reason returned, Haseong, whose stamina had run out, had already fainted.

Yehan finished ejaculating lavishly inside the unconscious Haseong once more and carefully laid the pale body on the bed. His skin was so white that if it were not for his chest rising and falling shallowly, he would have mistaken him for a corpse. He brought his finger under Haseong’s nose and whispered softly.

“Haseong, are you sleeping?”

“……”

“Haseong-ah.”

There was no response even when he poked his cheek. The same was true when he gently rubbed the earlobe, now clean with the unsightly piercing gone.

“It’s so easy, this is just….”

Looking at Haseong, unfamiliar emotions like pity or compassion would flicker. It was probably because it was the first time in his life he had seen someone so unlucky, so clueless, and so unfortunate in his relationships, despite being born with quite a decent appearance, ability, and character.

But Yehan quickly scooped up those unfamiliar emotions that floated up like debris. It was because he was not unaware that he himself had a large share in Haseong’s shattered luck and misfortune in relationships. How pitiful, to have caught my eye by chance. But even if it was pitiful, he did not feel guilty.

He stretched out next to Haseong like a well-fed lion and kissed each of his thin eyelids.

“Yes, well. It was going to be like this anyway, so let’s play together until I get tired of you.”

Snip, snip, with each sound of scissors ringing in his ears, the hair on his entire body stood on end. It did not hurt, but since the scissors were moving right by his ear, the auditory stimulation was immense. The feel of the cold metal brushing against his already sensitive ear also contributed to the goosebumps.

Afraid that his flesh, not the stitches, would be cut if he moved his body wrong, Haseong clenched his fists, his posture as stiff as a statue.

“You need to keep applying ointment so you don’t get a scar.”

“If ointment doesn’t work, do I get another procedure then? In case it scars or something….”

“Yes. If a scar remains after half a year, please visit us again. But since he was so insistent… I stitched it well, so it should probably be fine. The area is small too.”

The patient was Haseong, but all the procedures, including the consultation with the doctor, were handled by Yehan, who acted as his guardian. The only thing the doctor said to Haseong was a piece of advice not to get piercings in the future, right before leaving the hospital.

Haseong fiddled with his now empty ear and got into the passenger seat. He had no intention of getting piercings anymore, but with the doctor outright forbidding it, his heart felt somewhat empty. Woochan, whom he had briefly forgotten about in his daze, also began to loom again when he heard about the piercing.

‘I hope I don’t run into him anymore….’

Still, he should not have blocked him. Since he could not see if he had contacted him, he had no way of knowing if he was still angry, or if he was waiting at home.

Distressed in many ways, he was fiddling with his innocent earlobe when he suddenly felt Yehan, who was in the driver’s seat, staring at his side profile instead of starting the engine. Haseong, conscious of the gaze, turned to the side, and he clicked his tongue as if in regret.

“When you had it all wrapped up in a bandage at first, it looked like you had a dumpling on your ear, it was cute.”

“Hyung, you really… seem to see everything in a good light….”

He had called him pretty even when he saw his face, which had become spectacularly adorned from his fistfight with Woochan, and he had said his swollen lips felt better to the touch once he got used to their soft texture…. Judging by how he had always kissed him at those times, it did not seem like empty words, which made it even more incomprehensible.

“In my eyes, Haseong always looks good.”

There he goes again. Compliments that make a person misunderstand. While he had grown somewhat accustomed to the skinship he initiated without hesitation during their time together, those sweet words were still cringeworthy.

He was not as purely happy as when he first heard them. Whenever he had the illusion that maybe that person really liked him, the hardened face he had seen in a fleeting moment would flash through his mind. Could there be anything as foolish as misunderstanding and getting one’s hopes up alone?

‘It’s not like I asked you to be in a relationship.’

Yes, if he had made that foolish misunderstanding out of presumption when they first kissed, he would not even be able to face Yehan properly right now. It was a really good choice to have let go of all the reasons he had immediately thought of at that moment, and his own feelings, about why he was being so nice to him, why he did not dislike kissing him.

He only realized it after receiving Yehan’s sex partner proposal. That he, who had always made choices that were too late or foolish, had for once made the right choice at the right time.

But what good did that do? In the end, he had accepted the sex partner proposal in a flash, so it was all for naught. He had become that improper relationship with Yehan just a few days after priding himself on never having been in such an improper relationship and never would be in the future.

He did not even have time to think because he had felt a pointless sense of urgency at the words that he would ask someone else if it was not him. He regretted it only after he had nodded his chin as if bewitched.

‘Am I crazy….’

During the three or four days he had spent just having sex, a circuit in his brain responsible for normal thought processes must have been broken.

Otherwise, there was no way he would have accepted a proposal that completely contradicted his own moral values. And a proposal from a man who it was certain did not like him with romantic feelings.

No. Yehan must like him to some extent. He trusted him enough to ask him to be his rut partner, he was attractive enough to have sex with, and he thought of him as intimate enough to be the first among the many, many people around him to be asked for a sex partner relationship.

It was just not romantic feelings, that was all.

“……”

But except for the fact that it went against his ethical standards, it was not something to be unnecessarily pessimistic about. In a way, this was an opportunity to relieve some of the debt he felt towards Yehan. Since he needed him, there could be no better opportunity to repay his kindness.

Perhaps Yehan had even made the proposal first out of generosity, unable to bear seeing him so restless to do something for him. As he had said, there were plenty of ‘other people’ he could have asked for such a favor.

If he just endured the guilt from the depraved relationship and the physical pain, his mind would be at ease, and Yehan’s physical condition would also improve, so there was no reason to refuse. So, in the end, it was a good thing.