MIM 110

“Ah, ah, ah!”

The moan that had been lodged in the back of his throat burst out of his mouth again, but Shin-woo kept his throat closed, not wanting to stop kissing him. His heart melting at the sight before him, Ma Jae-seung grabbed Shin-woo’s head and rained kisses over every inch of his face. Between his dark eyebrows, on his heated cheeks, over his furrowed earlobes and jawline, and at the corner of his damp mouth.

Shin-woo shuddered again as his cock slammed in and out. As soon as the dry climax rushed through his body, Ma Jae-seung pounced. Without even a moment’s pause, he confessed.

“Haa…I love you. I love you.”

With their faces pressed so close that their lashes brushed against each other’s cheeks, Ma Jae-seung spilled out the words he’d never been able to say before, over and over and over again. With one hand gripping the back of Ma Jae-seung’s head tightly, Shin-woo lifted his trembling eyelids. He broke off the kiss and searched Ma Jae-seung’s eyes and lips lazily. As if he wanted to take in every detail of Ma Jae-seung’s face as he professed his love.

“I love you.”

He whispered once more, and as their lips met, Shin-woo wrapped his legs around Ma Jae-seung’s waist and pulled him to him. His already deeply embedded cock throbbed as it dug in a little further. The inner walls tightened, causing more pressure to stimulate his hole. Fearful that he wouldn’t last long, Shin-woo wrapped his arms around Ma Jae-seung’s waist and flipped him over.

It wasn’t easy in the narrow back seat, but thanks to Ma Jae-seung’s willingness to lie down underneath him, Shin-woo quickly got into the position he wanted. He sighed once as he sat on Ma Jae-seung’s stomach, then grabbed the head of the seat in front of him and began to rock his hips like he was riding a horse.

“Ugh, ah…I think I’m going to come.”

“Ha, it’s okay.”

“Gently, gently…gently.”

“Ugh, ugh.”

For some reason, having found support, Shin-woo moved faster and faster, gently rocking back and forth, then in circles, then up and down, popping, popping, loudly. Ma Jae-Seung, who had been thrashing his hips impatiently, gradually became quieter. The sensation of his penis being thrust into the root with such force caused him to not think straight.

“Mmmm, keuk…Haa, ahh!”

A stab of pleasure shot through him as he came down hard, and as he groaned and lost his center, two large hands gripped his waist tightly. Holding Shin-woo’s body still, Ma Ja-seung just took the same angle there.

“Hmph, ahh…fuck, shut up—”

Shin-woo straddled Ma Jae-seung’s stomach, his mouth agape. Cum spurted from his cock, which bobbed and swayed with each downward thrust, and dripped down his back. Even though he hadn’t finished cumming yet, Ma Jae-seung didn’t stop and continued to raise his hips. The body that had risen up on his cock fell down with his weight, and he penetrated deeply once more. Shin-woo couldn’t even make a sound, gagging on the thick fluid that was the result of each thrust.

Ma Jae-Seung watched him, mesmerized as he climaxed. Every scar on his fingertips, every delicately cracked muscle, each one a reflection of the path he had traveled and the choices he had made. Instead of being sad and ugly, it was beautiful.

“Hah…”

Shin-woo spread his ejaculate-stained legs and looked down at Ma Jae-seung. The smell was foul and obscene, with a stronger pheromone scent tickling his nostrils. It wasn’t the usual omega pheromone, but a scent that was meager and somewhat peculiar, yet familiar, a mixture of pillowcase odor and body odor that he had smelled since he was a child.

Shin-woo rose slightly on his knees and sat up. Ma Jae-seung’s cock, which hadn’t yet ejaculated, was stimulated and leaking lukewarm pre-cum. A chill ran through his body as he shifted slightly and tightened up behind him. He felt dizzy from the sensation, as if he had suddenly been hit by a cold wind. His pulse, which was already fast due to his overwhelming excitement, began to beat irregularly. Everything around him blurred, and only Shin-woo in front of him became clearer. He became so focused that he couldn’t miss a single bead of sweat. He could almost see the faint pheromones leaking out of Shin-woo.

Was this an imprint?

He had never experienced it before and had never looked it up, but he knew it was. For the first time, the energy that he had to be aware of every moment to fully feel and control felt solid. As his desire rose, he felt a heavier and heavier bulge underneath him. Shin-woo, who had been watching unwaveringly, slowly began to stir.

“…Stop.”

To this end, Shin-woo stuck a needle into his arm. As his mind raced, Ma Jae-seung resisted. He couldn’t take it anymore. He pushed Shin-woo away and was just about to sit up when he said.

“I love you.”

The unexpected confession came at an unexpected time. Ma Jae-seung blinked, dumbfounded.

“I love you,” Shin-woo said, his voice firm and clear, looking straight at Ma Jae-seung.

Ma Jae-seung chewed his lip as he was pulled backward by Shin-woo’s hand. The confession he’d just heard echoed in Ma Jae-seung’s ears over and over again. While he was so completely distracted, Shin-woo didn’t wait any longer to rock his hips. His penis, which was already nearing climax anyway, throbbed at the stimulation.

“Ugh…!”

He could feel the pheromones he had been holding back leaking out as he let go. The friction of the hard thrusts was accompanied by a watery, gurgling sound.

“Ah…”

Ma Jae-Seung let out a long ejaculation and threw his head back. Not only did he feel the fluid draining out of him, but he felt strangely light. From head to toe, he felt as if something was rushing through his body in a very short space of time.

It was hot, and it was cool. Ma Jae-seung opened his arms, still wet with the afterglow, and caught Shin-woo as he collapsed into his arms. Their chests were thumping against each other, but they were no longer anxious. A calming incense settled heavily over them.

This is it, what you wanted to give me.

Ma Jae-seung quietly buried his lips against Shin-woo’s temple. Shin-woo’s sagging head snapped up to look at Ma Jae-seung. His piercing brown eyes were like a cat’s.

“Is it imprinted?”

“I don’t know. Isn’t it?”

Ma Jae-seung shrugged his shoulders. If it was, it was, and if it wasn’t, it didn’t matter. Neither Shin-woo nor he were naturally Alpha and Omega, and this was their first time with each other this way, so there was no way to tell if they were imprinting or just having great sex.

After staring at each other for a long time, Ma Jae-seung broke the ice. The irony of the situation suddenly struck me. Shin-woo glared at the smiling Ma Jae-seung and quickly got to his feet. He had unexpectedly taken too much time.

“Get up. We have to go.”

“Yeah.”

Shin-woo staggered out of the car, his large penis poking out. A trickle of fluid ran down his cheeks as he watched his unsteady gait. Ma Jae-seung, still watching, beckoned.

“Come here.”

After taking a quick look around to make sure no one was around, Shin-woo obediently walked over and hugged him. His face was softened by the release of tension, and the way he walked into his arms was cute. Impulsively, Ma Jae-seung kissed Shin-woo’s cheek and brought his hand back. He slid one finger into his hole and he flinched, but didn’t pull away.

His fingers prodded gently at the bottom, releasing the stagnant fluid. A considerable amount of fluid stained the seat of the car. Shin-woo coughed unnecessarily from the heat, but Ma Jae-seung continued to drain the semen. By the time they’d fixed him up and pulled clean clothes out of the suitcase to put on, both of his ears were burning.

“Are you okay? Drive…I’ll learn to drive when we get back.”

He wished he could drive for the tired-looking Shin-woo, but he didn’t even know how to start the car since he always had a driver. Shin-woo raised an eyebrow at Ma Jae-seung, who looked apologetic. Ma Jae-seung seemed to be unimpressed.

“The backseat is in such a state that it needs to be cleaned with Lysol. You speak French, so you can talk some sense into the rental agency.”

“Leave it to me. You’ll just have to pay more for the car wash.”

“Book the plane ticket while I drive.”

As soon as he’d finished speaking, Shin-woo headed straight for the driver’s seat. As if he’d been trained to change clothes quickly, he was all dressed in seconds. The talk of marriage and love seemed like a dream.

Ma Jae-seung quickly followed, shoving his head into a T-shirt. As he hurriedly climbed into the car, he shoved one foot in impatiently, only to find a bag on the passenger seat, inside of which sat Maro, who had not barked during this whole time, his eyes shining.

“…Puppy abuse?”

Shin-woo squinted as he started the car. Ma Jae-seung rolled his eyes and looked out the window as if he hadn’t heard.