SS 1(1) Part 2

“I was curious about the effects… It seems… you’re quite receptive.”

“Hng… ah… ah…” 

It was a natural aphrodisiac.

Won Seongwoo knew, instinctively, that Bomin wouldn’t be hurt, even though his expression was pained. 

His hole, which had been struggling to accommodate him, was now relaxed, his inner walls stretching easily. 

“W-Wait… pull out…”

Bomin rarely showed weakness during s*x, but he couldn’t help it. He felt like he was being overloaded, just like that night on the rooftop. 

Tears streamed down his face. 

“We’re not done yet. I haven’t knotted you.”

“K-Knot…?” 

His eyes, unfocused, turned towards Won Seongwoo. Won Seongwoo’s eyes, still burning with lust, met his.

He hadn’t c*m nearly enough. 

“Isn’t that why… you were pestering me about my rut?” 

“Hng…” 

Won Seongwoo’s tongue circled his earlobe, his teeth gently nipping at his flushed cheek. 

“It… gets… bigger…?” 

“Yes.” 

Bomin shuddered, the feeling as intense as their first time. He whimpered. 

He had been the one who had instigated this. He couldn’t back down now.

He felt guilty, knowing that Won Seongwoo would stop if he asked him to. 

“Potion… just a sip…”

“You’re that tired?”

“Yes…”

The potion wouldn’t replenish his stamina, but it might soothe his aching hole. 

Won Seongwoo grabbed the potion from the nightstand, opening the vial. He tilted Bomin’s chin up, pouring it into his mouth.

“Haa…”

Bomin took a few sips, his chest heaving. 

“Let me see your face.”

He turned his head, his gaze meeting Won Seongwoo’s. Won Seongwoo’s c*ck, already hard, throbbed in response. 

“It can… get bigger?” 

The outline of Won Seongwoo’s c*ck was visible beneath the sheets. Bomin, staring at his stomach, was flipped onto his back. 

“Hng…” 

Won Seongwoo’s c*ck rubbed against his inner walls. Bomin gritted his teeth, his toes curling. It felt as if his insides were being pounded with a hammer, but the sight of Won Seongwoo… it made him forget the pain. 

“This is my first time seeing this.” 

He reached for Won Seongwoo’s ears, his playful nature returning. Won Seongwoo never showed his ears or tail, even during battle.

“…Stop.”

“Does it tickle?”

“Yes.”

Won Seongwoo grabbed his wrist as Bomin’s fingers grazed the sensitive skin inside his ear. His eyes narrowed.

“Can I touch it… just one more time?”

The fur had been so soft… He couldn’t resist. The wolf ears perked up at his question.

Cute. 

He covered his mouth with his hand, trying to hide his smile. It was a surprisingly endearing gesture, considering his muscular physique.

Won Seongwoo, after a moment of contemplation, lowered his head, releasing Bomin’s wrist.

Bomin’s fingers gently stroked the soft fur, his thumb rubbing the sensitive spot behind his ear. Won Seongwoo’s chest, broad and muscular, moved with each touch, as if he were a piano being played. 

“How long… are you going to… touch it?”

“Hmm, I don’t know.” 

A vein throbbed on Won Seongwoo’s hand, which was resting beside Bomin’s neck.

His ears were incredibly sensitive. If it were anyone else, he would have bitten their hand off. 

He enjoyed the feeling of Bomin’s touch, but the unbearable ticklishness was driving him crazy. 

He asked Bomin when he would stop, hoping for a time limit, but Bomin’s reply was evasive. He could tell by the playful glint in Bomin’s eyes that he had no intention of stopping.

“Haa…?”

“I can’t wait any longer.” 

He pulled back, then thrust in with a growl. He didn’t need to worry about finding the right angle; his c*ck had a mind of its own.

“Ah, ah…!”

His c*ck, massive and brutal, tilted Bomin’s head back. 

Bomin’s body convulsed as he felt himself being stretched to his limit.

Won Seongwoo’s tail, unlike his body, which was rigid with tension, swished back and forth. 

He pulled Bomin’s arms behind him, clasping his hands together behind his neck. He leaned down, his c*ck pressing against Bomin’s prostate. 

“Hng, ah…”

“You’re leaking.” 

c*m spurted from Bomin’s soft c*ck. Won Seongwoo grinned, his hand moving to Bomin’s stomach, rubbing the sensitive flesh.

Bomin’s lower abdomen tingled. He pushed back against Won Seongwoo’s hand, trying to endure the intense pleasure. 

He pulled Won Seongwoo’s head down, his lips seeking his. Won Seongwoo, his tongue engulfing Bomin’s, allowed himself to be consumed.

His gray eyes gleamed. He reveled in the feeling of Bomin’s gaze on him. 

“Hng, ah…”

He licked into Bomin’s mouth, his tongue exploring every inch. Bomin moaned, his tongue tangling with Won Seongwoo’s, pulling him deeper. 

His tongue stung when it brushed against Won Seongwoo’s sharp canines, but it only added to the pleasure. 

He had always enjoyed kissing, but Won Seongwoo’s saliva tasted especially sweet today. He sucked on his tongue, his inner walls clenching in response.

Won Seongwoo’s hand tightened around his neck, his tongue invading his mouth as his hips moved. 

His c*ck, thick and hot, pounded into him. Bomin wrapped his legs around Won Seongwoo’s muscular waist.

He would have felt the smooth, sweaty skin of Won Seongwoo’s body, but… there was fur. It sent shivers down his spine.

He felt tears welling up in his eyes. Won Seongwoo, in his beast form, was holding him. 

Won Seongwoo, sensing that they weren’t tears of pleasure, licked them away.

“Does it hurt?” 

“No. It feels so good.” 

Bomin wrapped his arms around Won Seongwoo’s neck, burying his face against his skin. He loved feeling Won Seongwoo’s breath on his neck. He loved that Won Seongwoo was showing him this side of himself, a side he had never shown anyone before.

No one had ever seen him during his rut. Even the Association staff had only seen him before and after, his refusal absolute. 

“It feels… really good… for me too.” 

His voice was barely a whisper, despite his size. 

Bomin found the contrast endearing. He felt as if Won Seongwoo, despite being older and stronger, was suddenly… younger.

And then he saw it—Won Seongwoo’s tail. He slipped his foot beneath it, running it along the soft fur. Won Seongwoo’s c*ck twitched inside him.

“Hng, ah… s-slow…”

The gentle mood shattered, replaced by raw lust.

Won Seongwoo came with a groan, his c*m hot and thick, filling him to the brim.

But his c*ck remained hard, as if he hadn’t just c*m. He continued to thrust, stretching Bomin open. 

“Haa… uh… hng… ah…”

Tears welled up in Bomin’s eyes, this time tears of pure pleasure. His entrance stretched, leaking Won Seongwoo’s c*m, which foamed around his c*ck. 

Won Seongwoo’s c*ck was like a snake, sliding in and out of him. 

“Don’t… hng…” 

He was about to ask Won Seongwoo to slow down, but his words were swallowed by a kiss. 

Won Seongwoo’s c*ck, rough and veiny, scraped against his inner walls. He wasn’t simply thrusting; he was pounding, as if trying to brand him. 

His ass ached, his flesh bruised. He clawed at Won Seongwoo’s hair, but it was no use. He closed his eyes, but instead of darkness, he saw flashes of white light. 

“Ah, mhm…” 

He wished he could scream, but Won Seongwoo, his mouth claiming Bomin’s, wouldn’t let him. 

His c*ck was throbbing inside him, like a second heart. Bomin, his toes digging into Won Seongwoo’s back, gasped as he felt the tip hitting a spot deep inside him.

“Hng…!” 

Won Seongwoo, finding that spot again and again, made Bomin’s body arch. He reached out, his hand rubbing Bomin’s hardened n*pples, making his c*ck twitch. 

“Ah, ah…”

Won Seongwoo pulled away, and Bomin whimpered. But his c*ck remained dry.

It was a dry orgasm, the pleasure too intense for him to even c*m. 

Won Seongwoo, licking Bomin’s outstretched tongue, swallowed his c*m. It was too much, his body overloaded. 

“…Beautiful.”

His eyes, usually so empty, were filled with a warmth that made Bomin’s stomach clench. Bomin, his arms wrapped around his swollen stomach, whimpered.

He could practically smell the c*m. 

“Hng…!”

Won Seongwoo, after a brief pause, slammed back inside. Bomin, despite his pleas, was going to be thoroughly used.

His hole, though stretched and slick, wasn’t ready. He needed to be broken down further, molded to Won Seongwoo’s needs.

Thick c*m lined his inner walls, pooling at the entrance.

“Don’t leak. Swallow it all.” 

His instincts screamed at him to breed. Bomin might not be a female, but he was Won Seongwoo’s mate. 

He pounded into Bomin, his hips moving relentlessly, trying to keep the c*m inside.

He wished Bomin’s body were made of his c*m, his flesh, his blood. 

“Ah, haa, mhm…!”

He felt his mind slipping, his body overwhelmed by the sensation of being used so roughly.

Won Seongwoo, spreading his legs further, lowered his head. 

“Hng…!” 

Bomin gasped as he was filled even deeper. The pleasure was so intense, his eyelashes fluttered.

He instinctively rubbed his sensitive n*pples against Won Seongwoo’s chest. His mind screamed at him to stop, but his body, craving pleasure, betrayed him.

“…Want me to suck on them?” 

“Ah, no…”

“You’re not being very honest tonight, Lee Bomin.” 

Won Seongwoo’s voice, already deep, was now even rougher. 

He growled, his sharp canines grazing Bomin’s earlobe. 

Bomin’s hole clenched, as if urging him on.

“You really don’t want me to touch them?” 

“Mhm…”

He nibbled on Bomin’s earlobe, his fingers circling his n*pple, teasing him.

He wouldn’t touch the peak. He would only caress the surrounding flesh, driving him crazy. 

His other hand moved to Bomin’s lower back, his fingers tracing the curve of his spine. 

Bomin gasped, his body caught between the dual stimulation of his front, back, and bottom. 

“Please…”

It was overwhelming, but he was enjoying it, being pushed to his limit. He wasn’t having s*x to escape reality anymore; he was doing it for himself, for his own pleasure. 

He opened his eyes, his gaze meeting Won Seongwoo’s. Won Seongwoo was watching him, his face flushed, his eyes filled with lust. 

He touched Won Seongwoo’s furry cheek, then grabbed his hair, pulling him closer. 

A chuckle rumbled in his chest. Bomin’s body moved with each laugh, their c*cks still joined. 

Bomin patted the back of his head. 

“Hng…”

Won Seongwoo’s lips closed around his n*pple. His hand moved to the other, pinching and rolling it. 

Bomin sighed, his hand stroking Won Seongwoo’s hair.

Though it was overwhelming, since Won Seongwoo remained still without moving his hips, it felt like he had a moment to catch his breath.