WGD Ch 30 – END.
by soapa“Hyung…?”
Siheon was frighteningly quiet. He simply, without a word, held Cha Wonwoo’s hand and walked briskly without a moment’s rest, returning to the shabby motel. Cha Wonwoo only verbally questioned with a “Hyung?”, but his body was obedient, making it easy to bring him along.
Arriving at the entrance, Siheon spoke to the counter and gave the spare room key to Mr. Kim, the driver, and Secretary Yang. With the sound of the two receiving the key behind them, Siheon abruptly opened the emergency exit door.
Bang.
The door was so flimsy that it protested as if it would break, even though he hadn’t applied much force.
“What kind of accommodation doesn’t even have an elevator?”
Siheon muttered as he stepped onto the stairs. When moving luggage, or when helping the filming team and props team carry equipment, he had no complaints about going up and down the stairs. But now, he felt slightly irritated.
“Hyung, I’m starting to get a little scared…”
At Cha Wonwoo’s words, who had been following him, hand firmly grasped, Siheon turned his head. Of course, while diligently climbing the stairs.
“What’s there to be scared of? You trust Hyung, right? Follow me.”
With exceptional stamina, the two arrived in front of the room in the blink of an eye. Even after climbing three floors, neither showed any signs of fatigue and looked perfectly fine.
Siheon inserted the rusty-looking key into the hole and turned it. Click. Before the sound even finished, he flung the door open and entered the dark room.
Thud. Siheon tossed the old key and his hat somewhere into the darkness and turned around. Both the hallway and the room were equally dark, but as the door closed behind Cha Wonwoo, even the little bit of light that had been filtering in was completely blocked.
The moment his pupils dilated to adjust to the complete darkness.
“Hyung? Wait, mmmph!”
He kissed Cha Wonwoo as if pouncing.
Thump. A rather loud sound rang out as Cha Wonwoo was pushed by the sudden force and collided with the door. Without missing the lips that parted reflexively, he thrust his tongue inside.
Originally, one should plant the flag before expanding the territory. Siheon roughly entangled his hot tongue. Starting here, everything of Cha Wonwoo’s was his.
Cha Wonwoo, momentarily stunned by the suddenly invading tongue, instinctively wrapped his arms around the back of Siheon’s neck. He guided Siheon’s kiss, which was sucking so hard that the base of his tongue felt numb, in a gentler direction.
“Mmm….”
With a vibration resonating from his throat, he overlapped their lips, entwined their soft tongues, and rubbed and stirred them until a squishy sound was produced. He deliberately refrained from swallowing his saliva as he sucked it up, and the moist mucous membrane inside quickly heated up.
“Haa….”
“Hyung….”
He tried to speak during the brief moment their lips parted, but Siheon pushed in deeper.
Trapped between his Hyung and the door, Cha Wonwoo had no choice but to spread his legs slightly. Siheon didn’t miss that opening either. He thrust his knee between Cha Wonwoo’s firm thighs, pressing their entire bodies together.
“Ah,”
“Nn.”
As their now-hardened centers touched, a moan escaped from both their mouths simultaneously. Their lips naturally parted, and they exhaled ragged breaths with their foreheads touching, reluctant to create any distance. Hot breaths intertwined in the air, replacing their tongues.
When Cha Wonwoo affectionately rubbed his nose against Siheon’s, Siheon raised his eyes. Their clear presence, more distinct than the darkness, was reflected in their cloudy black eyes.
“Hyung, I said let’s date.”
Siheon nodded as he untucked Cha Wonwoo’s neatly tucked-in shirt.
“Yeah, we’re doing it now.”
His hand immediately delved inside Cha Wonwoo’s shirt. A flinch. He felt Cha Wonwoo’s stomach, taut with muscles, perhaps hardened by tension. Letting out a satisfied sigh, Siheon pushed their centers together again, as if inserting. “Huk,” Cha Wonwoo gasped, hugging Siheon tightly and bending his waist.
“Hyuuung…”
The end of his words, pleading for Siheon to calm down, stretched out. Siheon removed the hand that was touching Cha Wonwoo’s stomach and tickled the back of his neck, which had fallen against him.
“Why. Don’t you like it?”
“It’s not that I don’t like it. I said let’s date. But what’s with this on the first day?”
“What’s wrong with this? This is how dating works.”
Even though his only dating experience was with Cha Wonwoo, Siheon acted brazenly.
“…Aren’t we moving too fast?”
Cha Wonwoo, whose only dating experience was likewise with Siheon, rested his head on Siheon’s shoulder and whined. He had expected a sweet and affectionate relationship, but what was this? He thought this aegyo, unbefitting his large build, would work.
But Siheon was firm.
“Then let’s start dating tomorrow.”
“What are you talking about?”
Not wanting to waste a single day, Cha Wonwoo straightened up. He gripped Siheon’s shoulders and pulled away, furrowing his brow as if telling him not to joke around. However, Siheon was serious this time as well.
“Look at the time… See, it’s almost 12.”
He held out the screen of his cell phone, pulled from his pocket. Cha Wonwoo’s pupils contracted at the sudden light. At the sight of him, momentarily looking beast-like, Siheon unconsciously licked his lower lip.
“What does it matter that it’s almost 12?”
Midnight was just around the corner. So what? Cha Wonwoo asked as if he genuinely didn’t understand. Siheon put his phone back in his pocket and kindly explained.
“If we start dating now, our first day will fly by in just a few hours. We’ll be losing more than half a day. Isn’t it a waste, all of today—morning, lunch, and dinner, gone? So, let’s just start dating tomorrow. Then we can have a full first day.”
“No, Hyung, first of all, today isn’t our first day. Why would it be? It’s the first day of our new relationship, and it’s true that we’re starting over from dating to marriage, but we can’t just invalidate the past!”
Cha Wonwoo jumped up and continued.
“And even if tomorrow is our first day, I really don’t want to assume that, but anyway, what if… what if… what’s this, then?”
“Settlement.”
“…What kind of settlement?”
“In New York, during your rut. Don’t you remember?”
At Siheon’s question, Cha Wonwoo fell into deep thought. A fleeting image flashed through his mind.
‘This is the last time, isn’t it? Hyung, Hyung…. You’re never going to sleep with me again. After this is over, after this is done, if Hyung runs away because he hates the sight of me?’
‘I’ll let you do it one more time, so knot me.’
Siheon stroked Cha Wonwoo from his chest, which rose and fell with each breath, down to his waist, and spoke.
“Someone told me that settling the past is important before starting a new relationship. Thinking about it, they’re right. It feels wrong, dating my boyfriend with that kind of promise made to my ex-husband.”
“That ex-husband and boyfriend are both me.”
“One should be clear with their accounts.”
“No, Hyung, I don’t want to live so calculatedly…!”
Before he could finish, Siheon dropped to one knee and buried his face in Cha Wonwoo’s groin.
“Hyung!”
Startled, Cha Wonwoo hurriedly pulled his lower body back and struggled to remove Siheon’s round head. But Siheon wasn’t giving in easily. Instead of being pushed away, he rubbed his lips against Cha Wonwoo’s pants, where a weighty presence could be felt, and ground his face against them, further arousing Cha Wonwoo.
“Ha… Wonwoo.”
“Nn, don’t talk to me there.”
Leaving the belt buckle as it was, Siheon hurriedly unzipped his pants and stroked his hand up the outline of his erection beneath his underwear. So that Cha Wonwoo couldn’t think of anything else, he parted his lips and kissed him through the opened zipper. He swallowed the stretchy black briefs and rolled them in his mouth, making Cha Wonwoo’s penis even stiffer.
“Haa….”
Tilting his head back, Cha Wonwoo rubbed the back of his head against the door and squeezed his eyes shut. He only exhaled shallow breaths between his parted lips, overcome with pleasure. Just then, Siheon slid his tongue along Cha Wonwoo’s shaft and licked upwards in a long stroke.
“Mmm, ng, Hyung…”
Cha Wonwoo twisted his hips at the hot breath he felt below. His consciousness was becoming hazy. This wasn’t right…. Contrary to his thoughts, his body reacted honestly. Just being close felt good, but with Hyung directly touching and licking him, he felt like he could understand even if his rut came right then and there. His thoughts were paralyzed, his reason evaporating.
Noticing Cha Wonwoo’s melting mind, Siheon reached for the belt. He couldn’t pull out Cha Wonwoo’s large penis through such a narrow gap. He tried to be as quiet as possible, but the sound of the metal buckle unfastening was still quite loud.
Click.
As if it were a chastity belt, Cha Wonwoo moved urgently, his mind snapping back. His two hands, which had been flailing in the darkness, finally pulled away the person below him.
“Ugh!”
However, he must have miscalculated his strength, because he heard the sound of someone falling backward with a thud. Quickly finding the light switch by groping the wall, Cha Wonwoo turned it on and looked down.
“Hyung!”
“Wow….”
Siheon, who had propped himself up halfway with one elbow, looked up at Cha Wonwoo with a dumbfounded expression.
“You’re really strong. I don’t usually get pushed back.”
“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?”
Cha Wonwoo’s worried gaze touched everywhere. He was sitting between his spread legs, checking Siheon all over.
“I’m fine. I just lost my balance and fell.”
Siheon, brushing back his disheveled hair, extended his hand.
“Come here.”
“…I can’t.”
“Why. Don’t you want to do it with me unless it’s during your rut?”
“No. Who said that? Ah, really. You know that’s not it…”
Seeing Cha Wonwoo’s brow furrow in displeasure, Siheon burst out laughing. He lightly wiggled his outstretched hand.
“Come on, hurry.”
Cha Wonwoo glanced sideways at Siheon, stealing glances. The briefs weren’t rough, but they weren’t exactly made to be put in one’s mouth. But because Siheon had been putting them in his mouth, rolling and sucking and licking them, his lips were red and swollen, oblivious to what they were doing.
Cha Wonwoo lowered his head and took a deep breath.
Don’t make a mistake this time. You’re going to date Hyung properly, step by step.
Having resolved himself, he stood up abruptly.
“Hyung, we haven’t even had our health checkups yet, and you must be quite tired today, so let’s go to sleep. I should also quickly go back to Seoul… What are you doing now?”
“I came into the room.”
As he took off his socks, his long and sleek bare feet, worthy of being voted number one on the list of stars you’d want to perform a foot-washing ceremony for, were revealed. Cha Wonwoo, standing blankly, tilted his head, wondering what this sudden action was.
“Wonwoo.”
Still propped up on one elbow, Siheon lifted his bare foot and pressed it firmly against Cha Wonwoo’s erect penis. Because he had left the zipper open just as it was when he was sucking and licking it, the damp sensation was transmitted directly to the sole of his foot. He rubbed the center of Cha Wonwoo’s underwear with the sole of his foot and stretched out his arm.
“Come here. Kiss me.”
Come to me quickly. Kneel down, crawl between my spread legs and kiss me.
His languid gaze seemed to be saying just that. Between his swollen lips, Hyung’s red tongue was visible. It was like a sweet whisper from an angel.
“I can’t…”
Cha Wonwoo murmured softly. He didn’t know why Cha Wonwoo was being so coy, given how big of a fantasy he had about a sweet and affectionate relationship. Siheon smiled faintly, exercising patience.
“You can. Hyung says you can. Don’t you trust Hyung?”
Cha Wonwoo hesitated with a face deep in thought. Even so, he could see that Cha Wonwoo’s focus was gradually blurring. The summit was within sight. Siheon suddenly pulled his foot away.
As the bare foot, which had been mimicking a footjob, moved away, Cha Wonwoo’s lips parted regretfully with a soft, “Ah…”
Unlike Cha Wonwoo, who was dressed in a suit having come directly from the hotel, Siheon’s attire was light. Simply by lifting his hips, he shed his loose pants and underwear in one go. He brought his knees up and placed his hand between them.
“Ah…!”
A moan escaped as he grasped his hard erection. Overwhelmed by the pleasure that filled his vision, he pressed his glans and coated his thumb with pre-cum. Since he wasn’t going to use the lubricating fluids unique to omegas that flowed from Cha Wonwoo’s hole, the process was somewhat slow. Having no other choice, Siheon removed the hand that had been stroking his penis. He brought his palm to his mouth and licked it repeatedly with his tongue spread wide until it was wet.
“……”
Not even a breath could be heard from Cha Wonwoo, watching from above.
The stillness before the explosion.
Smiling at the comfortable silence, Siheon brought his wet hand back between his legs. And as if to show off, he began slowly stroking his penis up and down.
“Ah, feels good…”
As his hand moved busily, the squelching sounds from the flowing fluids grew louder. He didn’t bother hiding his desire for a kiss. While panting, he would lick his lips or outright stick his tongue out in the direction where Cha Wonwoo was standing. Saliva dripped from the corners of his open mouth.
“Huu,”
He spread his legs a bit wider so the wet hole was more visible and lifted his knees. The insides and backs of his thighs were uncomfortable in a position a beta male wouldn’t normally take, but he didn’t care. Both top and bottom glistening, he waited expectantly for Cha Wonwoo.
“Ah, Wonwoo, feels good, nn… ”
He called Cha Wonwoo’s name without hesitation. He didn’t hide who he was thinking of while masturbating, revealing everything under the motel’s tacky lighting. He tightened his grip. The muscles in his arms tensed as he stroked his penis. Even on the back of his hand, which usually looked soft, blue veins crisscrossed, signaling the approaching climax.
“I’m gonna, cum, Wonwoo, ah, nn, more, more… Ah,”
At that moment.
Cha Wonwoo, who had been standing motionless like a misplaced sculpture, moved. First, he wiped his heated face with his hand, leaving a smudge. He took off his jacket, loosened his tie, and rolled up his shirt sleeves. He zipped up his pants again and walked towards Siheon, shoes clicking against the floor.
Cha Wonwoo’s shadow fell over Siheon’s body, clad only in a thin t-shirt. Cha Wonwoo looked down and gazed at Siheon, panting heavily.
“Shirt….”
A low, husky voice flowed from Cha Wonwoo, as if something was constricting his throat.
“Pull up your shirt.”
Siheon pulled his t-shirt up to his neck with his other hand. His nipples, exposed to the air, were already hard, even though they hadn’t been touched yet.
“Bite your shirt and keep masturbating. Touch your chest with your other hand.”
As Cha Wonwoo instructed, Siheon put his shirt between his teeth. He rubbed his penis with his right hand and his chest with his left.
“Huu, mmmph,”
As his moans were muffled by the t-shirt, excitement surged. Siheon was now not just stroking his penis, but thrusting his hips into his gripped hand.
Cha Wonwoo, standing firmly on both feet, took in the entire scene without missing a single detail. Siheon’s flushed face, erect nipples, stomach muscles flexing with each gasp, pubic area devoid of hair due to grooming, and penis hardened as if about to ejaculate at any moment. Cha Wonwoo’s dark eyes crawled blatantly over Siheon’s body.
“Hyung, are you about to cum?”
The answer was muffled by the fabric in his mouth.
“Do you want me to let you cum?”
Siheon nodded repeatedly. He was going crazy with impatience.
“…Alright.”
As if preparing, Cha Wonwoo took a deep breath, expanding his chest. His next movements were quicker. The sound of hurriedly unbuckling a belt could be heard. At the stimulating sounds of metal clinking and leather unfastening, Siheon, his eyes about to roll back, lifted his gaze. Looking up from below, the scars on Cha Wonwoo’s thighs were especially noticeable.
He reached out his hand longingly, and Cha Wonwoo, seemingly misunderstanding, hurriedly shed his hindering pants and briefs. Only after he was completely naked did he slowly lower his body. He didn’t sit completely, but positioned himself with his knees on either side of Siheon’s hips, so Siheon could continue masturbating.
“Hyung, keep doing that with your hand.”
“Nn…”
Spreading his legs a bit wider, Cha Wonwoo grabbed his pre-cum-dripping penis and brought it to Siheon’s nipple. Siheon, unable to hold back any longer, spat out the t-shirt he had been biting and cried out.
“You’re crazy, nn.”
Unfazed, Cha Wonwoo pressed his glans against Siheon’s chest as if trying to burrow in.
“Hyung, huu… Look at this. Your nipples are hard, just like an erection.”
Because Siheon wasn’t biting it anymore, the t-shirt fell down, becoming a nuisance. Frowning, Cha Wonwoo glanced around, contemplating how to remove it. Hyung was diligently stroking his penis.
I shouldn’t tell him to stop, right? The t-shirt… Should I just rip it?
His thought process was a mess.
Slop, slop. As he smeared the leaking pre-cum on Siheon’s nipple like applying paint, Cha Wonwoo looked around. He spotted the chair he had placed by the door earlier before they went out, talking about safety precautions and such, and had then pushed aside. Honestly, it didn’t look expensive, but it seemed better to use that than go all the way to the bed.
After placing the chair in the room, Cha Wonwoo returned and lifted Siheon. A thirst welled up inside him as the flow was interrupted just before ejaculation.
“We can just do it.”
“Yes, yes, you’re right.”
Cha Wonwoo, who had been complaining that this wasn’t conducive to their sweet and loving relationship and that they were moving too fast, was now actively participating.
“Here, sit down.”
Cha Wonwoo carefully held Siheon’s ankles as he placed him on the chair, positioning his legs over each armrest. So that even if he got embarrassed in his excitement and wanted to shrink back, he wouldn’t be able to.
Siheon, who had been limp, also realized the gravity of the situation with his legs spread wide open, but by the time he tried to remove them from the armrests, it was too late. Cha Wonwoo, already kneeling, lunged at him with crazed eyes.
“Nn, Wonwoo…”
Cha Wonwoo shoved Siheon’s penis all the way down his throat in one go and closed his lips around it. He bobbed his head up and down, coating the already pre-cum-soaked shaft with saliva. His vision flickered at the taste of Hyung’s semen trickling from his glans. It was maddeningly sweet and delicious. Deeper, deeper. If he could, he wanted to swallow both the penis and Hyung whole.
“Mmmph, mm, Hyung, haahh,”
“Nn, ah, huu, I, ah, haa, Wonwoo, spit it out, huh? I think I’m going to cum.”
Siheon inserted his fingers between Cha Wonwoo’s hair. Unable to pull at it as much as he felt like due to his excitement, he pressed his fingertips against Cha Wonwoo’s scalp and tried to pull him away.
But Cha Wonwoo tightened his lips around Siheon’s penis as if it were a hole. Suck, slurp. He sucked greedily, taking the penis even deeper until his face touched Siheon’s scrotum.
Siheon let go of Cha Wonwoo’s hair and covered his mouth with both hands. Making loud noises in a place with poor soundproofing could lead to an embarrassing situation. Still, it was difficult to prevent the shallow moans from escaping.
“Nn, ah, huu, ah!”
It was an ejaculation he had been holding back for a long time. Unable to endure any longer, Siheon bucked his hips, his scrotum tightening as if momentarily stopping. Overwhelmed by the pleasure that shot up to his head, he surrendered, and the tensed muscles in his body relaxed all at once, and semen gushed out with a spurt. Limp and exhausted, he panted heavily and lowered his gaze.
“Haa, haa…”
Cha Wonwoo, having taken Siheon’s penis all the way to the middle of his throat, was gulping down the semen while his eyes fluttered. Cha Wonwoo’s Adam’s apple bobbed several times.
Finally, Cha Wonwoo spat out the saliva-soaked, glistening shaft and took a deep breath. His firm chest rose and fell heavily like a swimmer’s, following his ragged breaths.
“Huu, huh, Hyung…”
Cha Wonwoo’s eyes were completely unfocused. Siheon hadn’t released his pheromones to avoid excessive arousal. However, consuming semen was no different from ingesting pheromones.
Just as Siheon was about to say something, noise came from beyond the door. It was the sound of the team returning, having finished their schedule later than he had. The floor where Siheon was staying was relatively quiet and empty, but several loud noises came from the emergency exit door as it opened and closed.
While he held his breath, looking towards the door, Cha Wonwoo stared intently at what lay before him. Thanks to Siheon’s position, legs spread wide open over the armrests, he had a clear view of the glistening hole twitching.
Slowly, as if possessed, Cha Wonwoo approached and licked upwards along the opening. A lapping sound could be heard, as if scooping up pooled water.
“——!”
Siheon, who reflexively tried to close his thighs but failed due to the armrests, looked up in surprise.
“It sounds like people are back.”
“Huh, don’t talk to me there.”
Earlier, Cha Wonwoo had been the one to say those words, but now it was Siheon’s turn.
“Move over.”
“Not yet.”
“No, no. I’m done. Aren’t you done yet? Hyung will take care of you.”
Around Cha Wonwoo’s penis, which Siheon assumed wouldn’t have ejaculated yet, there were traces of what appeared to be semen. Of course, it was still standing erect.
“What, when did you…”
“I came when Hyung came. Without touching myself.”
They usually got aroused at similar times, but perhaps due to the bond, Cha Wonwoo felt the same sensation the moment Siheon climaxed. But it wasn’t enough. He tilted his head, not hearing what Siheon was saying.
He wanted to drink every last drop of his omega’s fluids, which drove him wild.
His straight nose touched Siheon’s scrotum and slid along his perineum. His soft tongue immediately delved into the hole. Sucking on the hole like a madman, drawn by the intoxicating pheromones, Siheon’s hips twisted and turned.
“Ah, huu, ng.”
Outside, the staff were still moving around.
“Let go, huh, please, Wonwoo…”
Cha Wonwoo only raised his eyes. Hyung, covering his mouth, looked as though he was tearing up due to the physiological build-up of tears. Unaware that such a sight drove him even crazier.
He hurriedly sucked on the hole, then curled his tongue and moved it as if scooping. At the sudden, intense stimulation, Siheon bit his lip hard to suppress any sound. Seeing this, Cha Wonwoo immediately withdrew his tongue and straightened up. The hole twitched as if trying to hold on, but Siheon felt like he could breathe again.
“Haa… Hyung, why are you biting your lip until it bleeds?”
Cha Wonwoo pecked at Siheon’s blood-tinged lips. Peck, peck… Showering him with affectionate kisses, he quickly reached a conclusion.
It seems like Hyung is worried about the moans, so I should block them with my mouth.
Tilting his head, Cha Wonwoo held the back of Siheon’s neck and covered his lips with his own.
“Mmm…”
A satisfied sigh escaped Siheon’s lips at the gentle kiss. After focusing on the kiss for a while, Cha Wonwoo caressed Hyung’s heated body with his other hand. And little by little, he moved towards his desired destination.
His fingers tickled Siheon’s perineum and traced the line of his buttocks, his middle finger slowly inserting itself into the slick hole it found.
“…Mmmph!”
It was no use even when Siheon opened his eyes wide and tried to push Cha Wonwoo’s shoulder away. Cha Wonwoo opened his mouth wider, swallowing Siheon’s lips and devouring even the moans that spilled in.
However, he couldn’t block the sounds coming from below. Each time his finger moved in and out, a sticky, squelching sound could be heard. The warm, soft interior quickly adapted, squeezing his fingers tightly as if begging him to push deeper, deeper.
“Nnn, mmmph.”
Middle finger and ring finger. As he increased the number of fingers to two, the hole tightened. But it wasn’t difficult to enter. He moved his fingers back and forth, giving the hole time to adjust, and then, after confirming it had loosened, he began to move in earnest.
He was worried that if Siheon reached climax too quickly, the hole would contract, undoing all his efforts to widen it, so he avoided the prostate and thrust deeply inside, continuing to stretch the opening.
“Not, haa, ugh, ng,”
“Huu, Hyung, mmm…”
He inserted three fingers and moved his arm. With the motion mimicking penetration, Siheon’s lips parted briefly as his hips twitched. Moans escaped each time, but they were immediately swallowed by Cha Wonwoo, who kept their lips locked.
The hole was now taking four fingers. Slowly. He bent his fingertips and pressed firmly against the sensitive spot. He vaguely heard Hyung’s voice urging him from inside his mouth, “Ah, rub it faster…” The tongue entwined like a ball of fire, the hole tightly clenching around his fingers as if sucking them in, the hot flesh that wouldn’t let go—the fact that all of this was Hyung made him feel like he could die happy.
“Hyung…”
“Yeah, why, haa…”
“I love you.”
Before Siheon could reply, Cha Wonwoo moved his arm roughly, every muscle from his shoulder to the back of his hand straining. Now, even without trying to suppress them, no moans escaped Siheon’s lips. Overwhelmed by the pleasure that surged through him, Siheon couldn’t make a sound with his mouth open. He could only tremble each time Cha Wonwoo thrust into him.
Cha Wonwoo, who had been skillfully moving his fingers while observing Siheon’s state, removed them and hurriedly lifted Siheon’s hips. Holding Hyung tightly with one arm, he explored with the fingers of his other hand, finding the softly loosened hole twitching. He whispered to Hyung, whose face was buried in his shoulder.
“I’ll release my pheromones for a bit.”
He had already widened it sufficiently, but he couldn’t be too careful. If he thrust like this, holding Siheon up, his weight would cause him to be buried all the way to the base. He had to be careful, as there was a risk of injury if the hole wasn’t fully relaxed.
As he opened his pheromone glands, the scent filled the small room. Water gushed from the hole he felt with his fingertips. The hole opened and closed repeatedly, urging him to put something inside.
Peck.
Even in his hazy state, Cha Wonwoo kissed Siheon’s sweat-drenched forehead. It was a kind of signal. Slowly, adjusting the angle, he aligned the tip. Taking a deep breath, his thick, large penis, curved upwards, plunged into the inner walls in one go. The soft inner flesh wrapped around his penis as if it had been waiting.
“Huk, huu…”
“Huh!”
As if regaining the consciousness he had lost at some point, Siheon’s back arched and he jerked his body backwards. His stomach, pressed against Cha Wonwoo, became damp. He came as soon as Cha Wonwoo entered him. Because Cha Wonwoo’s penis was inserted in his rear, his hole clenched reflexively.
With a flash before his eyes, Cha Wonwoo groaned, piercing Siheon’s insides.
“Ah, Hyung, I really, love this. You’re so, so tight right now.”
“Nn, haa, mmmph,”
Cha Wonwoo, effortlessly lifting Siheon’s sturdy frame, thrust so deeply that Siheon’s feet dangled as if defying gravity. Like grasping a lifeline, Siheon wrapped his arms around Cha Wonwoo’s neck and buried his lips in his shoulder to stifle his moans.
“Huk, huh, Hyung, Hyung,”
Now that Siheon’s mouth was covered, it was Cha Wonwoo’s turn to be a mess. Siheon bit hard on Cha Wonwoo’s shoulder to tell him to be quiet. As if even that was an excruciatingly stimulating sensation, Cha Wonwoo released his hot semen deep inside without any warning.
“Ah, Hyung… What do I do…”
Whimpering, Cha Wonwoo slowly moved his hips, which had been thrusting roughly.
“I’ll make it last longer this time.”
“…What?”
He slightly separated their lower bodies, which had been tightly joined without a single gap. As he held Siheon’s waist and lifted him, semen dripped onto the floor with a plop, plop.
“No, Wonwoo, wait!”
Siheon, lifted high, struggled and squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation of what would come next. Even though he had prepared himself mentally, the sensation surpassed his imagination. Thud. As he dropped Siheon down, Cha Wonwoo thrust his hips upward as if to bury himself all the way to his scrotum.
For a moment, Siheon’s mind went blank. The fluid that had built up inside him flowed out. Judging by the increasing squelching sounds each time Cha Wonwoo’s penis thrust into him, it was clear fluid. He had ejaculated from his rear as well.
As he reached climax alternately from both front and back, Siheon, despite his confidence in his stamina, began to feel his limits. He was barely holding on. He didn’t even have the strength to struggle. The more he thrashed, the tighter Cha Wonwoo wrapped around him like a swamp, leaving him no choice but to sway with each thrust.
“Haah, nn, ugh.”
“Haa, huk, huu, huh, Hyung, pheromones, nn, I’ll close them.”
It seemed he was dissatisfied with how quickly they both reached climax. Pouting, Cha Wonwoo closed his pheromone glands. However, the pheromones that had already spread into the air wouldn’t disappear immediately, so their effects would linger for a while.
Siheon leaned against Cha Wonwoo in resignation. As if overjoyed, Cha Wonwoo clung to him with a soft moan.
“Hyung, hug me tighter. Hmm? Hold me tight.”
He didn’t think that was something Cha Wonwoo should be saying while persistently thrusting his thick, hard penis into his rear.
Trusting Cha Wonwoo, Siheon straightened his waist. Cha Wonwoo quickly wrapped his arms around Siheon’s back to prevent him from falling backward.
“Hyung?”
His gaze asked why Siheon was moving away when he had asked for a hug. Even with a look of reproach and question in his eyes, he didn’t forget to pound against Siheon’s inner walls.
“Wonwoo.”
Siheon lifted his hand and placed it on Cha Wonwoo’s face. Panting, Cha Wonwoo rubbed his cheek against Siheon’s warm hand. Looking at him affectionately, Siheon spoke.
“Hyung’s going to die tomorrow at this rate.”
“People, haa… don’t die that easily.”
“I’m really sorry to ruin the mood, but… ugh, you know, Hyung, huh, doesn’t want to be recorded in his profile as an actor who died from, overexertion during sex.”
“It’s okay. Huu… I’ll have them record it on my profile instead. CEO who caused his spouse’s death from overexertion during sex, nn, something like that.”
That’s the same thing! But at that moment, Cha Wonwoo thrust his penis deeply, and Siheon couldn’t respond. Cha Wonwoo’s face, focused on the penetration, was chillingly lustful. Momentarily distracted by his face and the penis ravaging his insides, Siheon swallowed hard and suddenly spoke.
“We’re supposed to be dating.”
“Yeah.”
“Huh, how about doing it normally, lying in bed?”
As if intrigued, Cha Wonwoo thrust hard once more and, still connected, walked towards the bed. The subtle friction inside rekindled Siheon’s arousal, which had subsided after ejaculation.
Holding Siheon tightly, Cha Wonwoo dove into the bed as if plunging into the sea. It was the only luxury item in the room. As the weight of two well-built men landed on the mattress, which remained peaceful despite the impact, Siheon couldn’t help but ask.
“Did you bring the bed here from the beginning with this in mind?”
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『Marriage in its true sense is the beginning of love.』
— *Johann Wolfgang von Goethe —
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Time is fair to everyone, but lately, Siheon has been having the sudden thought, “Is it really?” Starting with the delay in filming the OTT drama [Forbidden Fruit] due to Seo Minjae’s injury, various schedules got tangled, and his schedule became a whirlwind.
Amidst all this, he had to play the role of a boyfriend to a high school senior preparing for the college entrance exam, no less.
“Hyung, I’m going to get my driver’s license.”
That’s right. Wonwoo, raised as the heir to CH Group, didn’t have a driver’s license. Cha Hyunchul, who suffered from an obsessive-compulsive disorder about excelling at everything and raised Wonwoo with the same mindset, surprisingly considered getting a driver’s license a waste of time. Wonwoo, frowning deeply as he imitated Cha Hyunchul, had said,
‘That’s something you use someone who can do it with money for.’
Anyway, since he had been under Cha Hyunchul’s control and surveillance from a young age and always had a driver, he had never had the opportunity to actually hold a steering wheel himself. Actually, it was the same for Siheon; he didn’t have a license either.
In any case, the reason why Wonwoo, busy stabilizing CH Group, which had been plagued by various controversies and rumors of a management crisis, declared his intention to get a driver’s license at this point in time, was simple.
“Drive-in theaters. They say it’s a must-do date course.”
Wonwoo, who had only been knowledgeable in theory when they dated previously, was utilizing official papers and surveys, the sources of which Siheon didn’t quite know, as materials for their current relationship.
“Hyung, when your movie is released, let’s watch it together, just the two of us, at a drive-in theater.”
They were still staying at the Korean Hotel. Not the most expensive Presidential whatever suite, but one a level below that. Staying indefinitely in a space meant for hosting state guests made him self-conscious of Cha Donghyun and also mentally uncomfortable.
Of course, Cha Wonwoo had opposed the idea of downgrading their room, saying, “Who is more important than Hyung in Korea?”, but Siheon ignored his opinion.
He wondered what was happening with their new house, if they were planning to move back, and if so, when. The filming was over, so he wanted to know, but Wonwoo wouldn’t say a word.
At one point, he had considered buying a house with his own money. But when Wonwoo found out, he vehemently opposed it, so the plan fell through. And yet, here he was, burning with passion to get a driver’s license.
Siheon paced back and forth in the living room and replied.
“We can just watch it at a regular movie theater. The sound quality is better there.”
He had a reason for saying this. Even when they dated before, Wonwoo had said that movie theaters were a must for dates, and Siheon agreed. Since they were both well-known figures, dating at a movie theater seemed difficult and uncomfortable, but with Wonwoo’s wealth, that wasn’t a problem at all.
Whenever they watched a movie, Wonwoo would simply rent out an entire VIP theater, where they enjoyed their secret dates away from prying eyes. So there was no need for him to sacrifice sleep to get a driver’s license just to go to a drive-in theater.
“Hyung, are you devoid of romance? We’re dating. I want to try things I haven’t done before…”
Wonwoo’s face, sitting on the sofa, followed Siheon as he hurried to get ready to go out. Stopping at the sight of Wonwoo’s sulky expression, Siheon let out an awkward laugh. Who on earth recommended a drive-in theater to this kid?
“Okay, okay. Let’s do it all. We have plenty of time. Let’s do everything.”
On the other hand, he was also proud of Wonwoo for overcoming his issues with Cha Hyunchul and seeming to take control of his own life from now on.
“I want yeot on the day of my test.”
Glancing over, Wonwoo’s face was bright with excitement. He was asking Siheon to buy him some. Underlying that request was the meaning of paying attention to him, taking care of him, and supporting him. He was making Siheon do things he didn’t even do when he was a high school senior, now that he was thirty. Dating really did make people childish.
“I’ll buy you every kind of yeot. Rice yeot, and what else is there? Oh, pumpkin yeot. Hyung will go to Ulleungdo and buy it for you.”
Even with the exaggerated support, Wonwoo grinned happily.
People would never know. Wonwoo smiling like that.
Siheon, who had been examining Wonwoo’s cute face intently, suddenly checked the clock on the living room table.
“If we leave now, it’ll be just right. Get up, let’s go.”
As Siheon gestured towards the door, Wonwoo, who had already been ready to go out, jumped up and trotted over. Anyone would think they were going for a walk.
Their destination for this rare outing was the hospital.
As soon as the filming for [Counterfeit] ended, Wonwoo took Siheon to the hospital. From head to toe. He made him undergo every test imaginable. And today was the day they would get the results.
It was the CH Foundation Hospital, which didn’t hold particularly good memories, but after the complete remodeling, it was almost unrecognizable from its previous state, making it much easier to visit.
Siheon sat in the small waiting room, where only one reserved team could wait, and stared at the sign on the examination room door.
[VIP Examination Room ① Trait Specialist: Yoo Yeonoh]
Yoo Yeonoh, who had once been the director of a quiet hospital, was now working at the CH Foundation Hospital. He wasn’t directly involved in the experiments, and that fact had been revealed through Cha Geumho’s video testimony and other evidence, so there was no need for Yoo Yeonoh to come forward and reveal the truth.
Right before the hospital checkup, Wonwoo had revealed everything about Director Yoo Yeonoh. The reason he brought him to the hospital, how he had suggested to CEO Huh to have Yoo Yeonoh be his counselor while he was hiding him there, and even confessed to sharing some of the counseling content with him.
Honestly, Siheon had known some of it, but hearing it directly made him feel complicated. However, he didn’t want to have another conflict with Wonwoo over this issue.
‘We’re really not keeping any more secrets now. Okay?’
He ended the conversation there, since he had things he had hidden as well.
In any case, Yoo Yeonoh wasn’t completely unrelated to the experiments. So, Wonwoo had given him a kind of life sentence, making him work as their primary physician at the CH Foundation Hospital until his retirement.
“You two can go in now.”
The nurse smiled kindly and opened the door to the examination room.
Inside, a familiar face greeted the two. After brief greetings, they went straight to the main topic. They had already received the results from the other departments, so they only needed an explanation regarding their traits.
“First of all, in the previous test, the components of your pheromones were shown to be a perfect match. The pattern was identical as well.”
That’s why they had been diagnosed with a bilateral bond.
“The pheromone reconstruction is complete, so you both have the same scent now.”
The two men, holding hands tightly as if someone might separate them, nodded.
“Kang Siheon-ssi’s pheromone levels are no longer insufficient. The test results indicate that you are now closer to a regular omega than a recessive one. As long as the bond is maintained, your current state will be preserved. During heat, pheromone exchange will become more active. Since your bonded partner, Cha Wonwoo-ssi, is a dominant, your responsiveness will be high.”
Yoo Yeonoh added, looking back and forth between the two.
“Psychosomatic illnesses are greatly influenced by psychological state. In other words, during your heat cycle, if you are with your bonded partner, your pheromone levels can increase to those of a dominant omega. To observe this accurately, you can take another test during your cycle.”
Whether he was a regular, recessive, or dominant omega no longer mattered. Fully understanding the meaning in Siheon’s eyes, Yoo Yeonoh smiled good-naturedly and turned his gaze to the monitor.
“And…”
The click of a mouse could be heard. After checking the results again, Yoo Yeonoh continued.
“While conducting the full body checkup this time, we also examined your pheromone pathways. Pheromones are invisible to the naked eye when released into the air. However, when inside the body, they react with certain substances, so we can see the traces left by the flow of pheromones. Of course, there are limitations.”
Is it a type of imaging?
Siheon understood it that way and waited for the next explanation. Yoo Yeonoh quickly scanned through the previous doctor’s notes regarding Siheon’s pregnancy and miscarriage.
Forced heat during pregnancy. The body interpreted it as an attack and blocked pheromones. Closure of pheromone pathways in the implantation organ.
“As you already know, if the pheromone pathways are closed, a healthy omega might be able to recover naturally, but it’s quite difficult for a recessive omega. Even if it were possible, in this case, the implantation organ was rejecting Kang Siheon-ssi’s pheromones, so it was difficult to conceive.”
Despite using phrases like “difficult” and “challenging” to avoid hurting his feelings, it ultimately meant infertility. Still, it was better than when he first realized it. His heart was also recovering.
Seeing the two men with relaxed expressions, unlike before, Director Yoo Yeonoh cautiously began to speak.
“The test results clearly show the pheromone pathways connected to the implantation organ.”
Siheon stared blankly at him. He couldn’t understand right away.
“Kang Siheon-ssi now has sufficient pheromone levels. This means that, like other healthy omegas, you have naturally recovered.”
“That…”
Because he hadn’t spoken since entering the examination room, his voice cracked. Slowly closing and opening his eyelids, Siheon spoke in a daze, as if dropped into an unfamiliar place.
“It will reject my pheromones anyway. Does that even matter?”
Even if, against all odds, a child were conceived, it would be over if the implantation organ rejected his pheromones. A child couldn’t grow without receiving pheromones. Even if the pathways were connected, the pheromones would be rejected forever.
“It matters.”
But the doctor sitting in front of him firmly stated that it did matter.
“Why… I don’t understand what you mean…”
Nausea made it difficult for him to complete his sentence. At that moment, a familiar voice answered for him.
“Because Hyung’s pheromones have changed.”
He turned his head to look at the person sitting next to him. Wonwoo’s expression was somehow strange.
“Because we…”
Wonwoo also slowly looked at him. Unfamiliar anticipation and past sorrow intersected in his dark eyes.
“Because we bonded, and your pheromones have changed.”
His fingertips twitched. His joints felt like they were bending at odd angles, and he tried to pull his hand out of Wonwoo’s grasp, but Wonwoo was faster. Pulling Siheon into his arms, he hugged him tightly and buried his face in the nape of his neck.
Siheon wanted to be sure he understood correctly. Awkwardly hugging Wonwoo, he looked at Yoo Yeonoh. The doctor smiled calmly.
“You still need to take good care of your physical and mental health, the chances of miscarriage remain high, and you may have to try many times, requiring a lot of effort…”
“……”
“But now there’s a possibility.”
At that moment, Siheon understood the unfamiliar anticipation and past sorrow he had glimpsed in Wonwoo’s eyes. As anticipation bloomed, the memory of Yeonwoo surfaced, causing sorrow.
It was literally just a possibility. As the doctor said, the risk of miscarriage was still high. Honestly, he didn’t really think they would succeed.
Even so, he felt a sense of illusion that there might be something waiting for them around the corner. If not this time, then next time, and the time after that. He felt like he could move forward with anticipation rather than disappointment.
Perhaps that something was the hope itself, given by the three words: possibility.