Ji-an and Jeong Hee-young turned their heads simultaneously.

    “Hyung-nim!”

    “Why aren’t you answering your phone?”

    Jeong Hee-seo nodded lightly to the employees he made eye contact with as he crossed the interior. Ignoring Jeong Hee-young’s reproach, he approached Ji-an directly.

    “Did you finish taking measurements? Is the design consultation over too?”

    Coming right up to his face, he lightly touched Ji-an’s bowtie with his fingertip. The designer had tied it for him when he put on the shirt to check the fit, and he had just been told it suited him quite well.

    “I think it’s mostly finished.”

    Ji-an looked at Jeong Hee-young as if to ask for confirmation.

    “Yeah, we finished the basics earlier. We just got a bit carried away, adding a few extra things.”

    Jeong Hee-seo, who had been fiddling with Ji-an’s shirt collar while looking down, turned to Jeong Hee-young. His eyes also demanded an answer to his initial question. Whenever Jeong Hee-seo looked at her like that, Jeong Hee-young tended to get unnecessarily worked up.

    “What? What! I’m not telling you that. It’s a secret between Ji-an and me.”

    Ji-an’s eyes widened. He then received a coy look from Jeong Hee-seo, but now that things had come to this, he thought it might be good to change the plan into a surprise event.

    “That’s right. It’s a secret between noona and me. Hyung-nim doesn’t need to know.”

    “Noona? You’ve softened up again so quickly… Why is she ‘Noona’ and I’m ‘Hyung-nim’?”

    “That’s just because I’m used to it.”

    As Jeong Hee-yeong burst out laughing, Jeong Hee-seo furrowed his brows in dissatisfaction. He yanked at Ji-an’s bow tie, causing him to lose balance and bump into Jeong Hee-seo’s chest.

    “The height difference between you two is so nice. The photos will turn out well.”

    The designer passed by, expressing admiration. Ji-an hurriedly stepped back from Jeong Hee-seo before his face could get any redder.  Their bodies had become so accustomed to each other that even slight touches stirred an immediate reaction.

    “Um, can I change clothes now?”

    “Yes— You can use the fitting room you used earlier. We’ve put away all the clothes you came in inside.”

    After double-checking with the staff that everything was finished, Ji-an hurried to the fitting room. Once he closed the door, he could finally catch his breath.

    ‘Too stimulating. Hyung-nim is too stimulating.’

    Of course, anyone would feel that way in front of Jeong Hee-seo, but Ji-an figured it was worse because he was carrying Jeong Hee-seo’s child. He took a deep breath and started undoing the buttons on his shirt.

    “Ji-an.”

    By the time Ji-an reacted to the sound of his name being called, he was already in Jeong Hee-seo’s arms. Jeong Hee-seo had silently opened the door and embraced him from behind, pressing his body close as he tightened his arms. When Ji-an reflexively turned his head, their lips almost brushed as Jeong Hee-seo looked down at him.

    His eyelashes were too close.

    “You’re undressing without even locking the door.”

    “…Who would come in?”

    “I would,” Jeong Hee-seo whispered with a smile. He looked down at Ji-an’s chest, now fully exposed with the front of his shirt completely unbuttoned.

    The fitting room was overly bright with several white pearl lights attached to the large full-length mirror. Ji-an unconsciously swallowed. Jeong Hee-seo’s pheromone scent grew stronger.

    “…”

    His large, soft palm, devoid of any moisture, slid under the hem of Ji-an’s shirt. It slowly caressed his skin, moving from his side towards the front. When his warm hand fully covered his stomach and gently massaged it, Ji-an couldn’t help but let out a satisfied breath between his lips.

    “The weight just won’t go up easily, even though I’m feeding you well.”

    Jeong Hee-seo whispered into Ji-an’s ear, his lips almost brushing against it.

    Generally, male omega pregnancies don’t show much of a baby bump. Ji-an had heard that the baby would likely be small, which had worried him, but Hee-seo, being a dominant alpha, reassured him that there was nothing to be concerned about. 

    Ji-an’s slightly protruding belly could easily be mistaken for just a bit of chubbiness at a glance. Jeong Hee-seo seemed somewhat disappointed by this as he kept stroking Ji-an’s belly while making comments about wanting him to gain more weight.

    “N-noona is right outside… ngh…”

    Jeong Hee-seo’s hand slid lower, slipping into Ji-an’s pants. He grasped the soft, pliant organ nestled inside Ji-an’s briefs, gently stroking it.

    “Mmm…”

    As Ji-an’s d1ck slowly hardened under Jeong Hee-seo’s touch, his strength faded. Ji-an leaned his head back against Jeong Hee-seo’s shoulder, his chest—visible through the open shirt—flushing pink. The sight was clearly reflected in the mirror.

    “H-Hyung-nim… n-noona is… outside…”

    “Noona has left.”

    “But there are still people here…”

    Hot breaths flowed through Ji-an’s lips as his breathing became uneven, leaving him gasping. He tried to lift his arms to stop Jeong Hee-seo’s mischievous hands, but his strength failed him. It felt as if the Alpha’s intense pheromones were consuming all the oxygen in the small fitting room.

    “No one’s coming in. People who deal with VIPs are very discreet.”

    The body pressing against Ji-an’s back was as solid as a rock. Ji-an instinctively lifted his hand to pull Jeong Hee-seo closer by the neck, bringing their faces near enough that their noses brushed. Jeong Hee-seo’s gaze, devouring Ji-an’s face as he leaned against his shoulder, was intense, as though he wanted to consume every part of him.

    The rough treatment of Ji-an’s erection bordered on painful, yet the sensation blended with pleasure. The sound of Jeong Hee-seo’s heartbeat resonated against Ji-an’s back, its rhythm matching the relentless flood of pheromones that blurred his sense of reality.

    “Ji-an, I missed you.”

    “But I just saw you… this morning, and even a little while ago… ah!”

    As if punishing him for resisting the sweet whisper, Jeong Hee-seo put strength into the hand that was stroking Ji-an’s d1ck. A strained moan escaped Ji-an’s lips.

    “H-Hyung-nim…”

    Jeong Hee-seo lowered his head and tangled his tongue inside Ji-an’s mouth. Perhaps because his weakest part was caught by him, Ji-an couldn’t move at all. He helplessly opened his mouth, sucked on Hee-seo’s tongue and swallowed the saliva that pooled in his mouth.

    Jeong Hee-seo whispered while still kissing him, “It’s okay to make noise. I’ll cover you.”

    Before Ji-an could protest, Jeong Hee-seo completely devoured his lips. Just as Ji-an tried to avoid it by tilting his head back, Jeong Hee-seo tormented him by circling his thumb around the wet tip.

    Jeong Hee-seo swallowed every sound Ji-an made, his hand working relentlessly, stroking the slick, stiff column of flesh.

    “…!”

    Ji-an’s face contorted as he gasped, his knees giving way, forcing his legs to spread. Jeong Hee-seo firmly supported beneath his bottom with his thigh. Ji-an’s trembling hands reached for Jeong Hee-seo’s thigh, feeling the heat and bulk of the erection pressing against the fabric beneath his palm.

    His ears flushed crimson as his hand rubbed against the prominent outline of Jeong Hee-seo’s arousal, straining against his pants. It wasn’t hard to imagine the size and shape of the rigid organ beneath the pristine suit.

    “Haa…”

    Ji-an’s breath quickened, and heat surged to his head as Jeong Hee-seo’s suppressed groan stirred something deep inside him. He unconsciously rubbed his hips against Jeong Hee-seo, his calves tightening, his toes curling as the impending release approached. His inner thighs trembled with the sensation.

    “Ungh.”

    Without warning,Jeong  Hee-seo withdrew his hand. The sudden loss of warmth around Ji-an’s erection left his body aching, his h0le tingling painfully. Ji-an opened his blurry eyes wide to follow his movements.

    Jeong Hee-seo quickly sat Ji-an down on the carpeted floor and spread his legs. He knelt before Ji-an, leaned down and nestled between Ji-an’s thighs.

    “W-what are you doing?”

    “Spread them. We can’t have you making a mess, can we? Not that I mind, but I know you’d be embarrassed.”

    Before Ji-an could fully grasp the situation, Jeong Hee-seo grabbed his hips and, without hesitation, took Ji-an’s erection into his mouth.

    “Hng!”

    Startled by the sound that escaped him, Ji-an covered his mouth, but Jeong Hee-seo glanced up with dark eyes, smiling with amusement. Seeing that teasing look while nearing climax only made Ji-an feel even more twisted. The intensity of his arousal grew, dizzying him with its speed.

    “I—I can’t. I’m gonna—ah!”

    Jeong Hee-seo suckled on Ji-an’s d1ck like it was a piece of candy, his fingers teasing the wet h0le beneath.

    “Suddenly,” Jeong Hee-seo chuckled as Ji-an weakly tried to push his head away.

    “Cum for me, Ji-an. Let hyung taste you.”

    “N-no… ngh!”

    As Jeong Hee-seo took him all the way down, even swallowing his balls, Ji-an finally broke down, sobbing as he came, spilling himself into Jeong Hee-seo’s eager mouth.

    ***

    Ji-an couldn’t quite recall how he managed to get into the car.

    He wondered if this was what enlightenment felt like. None of the boutique staff seemed to pay him any mind, but it felt like every step he took was under scrutiny. Because of this, Ji-an remained in a daze until he left the store and got into the car.

    Beside him, Jeong Hee-seo nonchalantly exchanged farewells with the designer, even confirming the schedule for their next fitting.

    “What’s this plan you’ve made with Noona?” Jeong Hee-seo asked as soon as the car started moving. Ji-an glanced at him sideways, annoyed but not seriously upset, and let out a soft snort. His nose was still stuffy from crying, and it tingled.

    “As if I’d tell you.”

    “So that’s how you’re going to be.”

    Hee-seo made an empty threat, as if Ji-an hadn’t already been scolded enough. Ji-an pouted and pulled out his phone from his pocket. In the chat, filled with unread messages, he noticed that Jeong Hee-young had been trying to reach him.

    “Hmph,” Ji-an huffed.

    Though there was no way Jeong Hee-seo could see what was on the screen while driving, Ji-an still shifted slightly to hide his phone. Jeong Hee-seo let out a short, amused laugh.

    You can support the author on

    Note

    This content is protected.