SPW 60

Sarang, who entered the mansion pulling a suitcase, took off his shoes and stepped inside. Among the various big and small lifestyle habits since they started living together, Florian had readily accepted the culture of wearing shoes indoors.

He put on slippers and turned on the lights, and the dark reception room brightened. The inside of the mansion, with no sign of anyone other than Sarang, was silent. Sarang looked around the cold interior, then first put his suitcase away for unpacking and headed to the bathroom.

Even after he came out from his shower, the interior was still dead quiet. Sarang roughly swept back his well-dried hair and sat on the sofa, turning on the TV. A league match was being rebroadcast. It was a match between the team he would face in three days and the team he would face in six. He had already seen the match once, so he knew all the events and the result, but Sarang focused on watching the tactics. Then his eyes drooped shut, and he began to nod off.

Swoooosh—

A downpour started outside the window. Rumble, crash—! Sarang, awakened by the thunder and lightning, sat blankly for a moment before turning off the TV and going into his room. Two years into their marriage, he and Florian still used separate rooms.

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Bzzzzzz— Sarang, whose eyes opened at the vibrating sound, reached out and found his phone.

[Bailey]

Sarang answered the call as soon as he confirmed the name on the screen, his eyes still not properly open.

Mr. Kim Sarang, I think the boss is going into heat.

“…Where are you now?”

Sarang leaped out of bed as he spoke and headed for the dressing room. He was about to grab whatever came to hand when Bailey’s voice came through.

We’ll arrive in 30 minutes. You’re at the mansion now, right?

“Yes.”

Craaackle— Sarang, whose face darkened, glanced out the window at the sound of thunder that cut through the sound of the rain.

“It’s raining a lot.”

That’s why our speed is a bit slow.

“I’ll be ready. Drive safely, Bailey.”

Yes, Mr. Kim Sarang.

After ending the call, Sarang quickly ran into the bathroom and then came right back out. He turned on the heating in the central bedroom, used only for heats, and in Florian’s bedroom, then headed back to the bathroom. He swallowed a contraceptive pill for alphas and took a simple shower.

Without even time to dry his hair, he went to the kitchen to gather water and food to have during the heat and headed to the central bedroom. He checked the ample supply of towels and condoms in the bedroom’s bathroom, and also opened the nightstand drawer to check the condoms and nutritional supplements for heats. When the heat fever was too severe, it was sometimes difficult to swallow even water, let alone food. Taking nutritional supplements before the heat fully set in made it a little better.

It’s not time for his heat yet.

Sarang, who was tidying the bedding out of anxiety, left the bedroom. He couldn’t hear the sound of a car entering the parking garage yet.

Once before the marriage, that had been the first and last time he’d experienced Florian’s heat. Counting the days, Florian’s heat should have been two months away.

‘Sarang, then our contract would be terminated even sooner. Since it would be proven that Sarang’s pheromones aren’t helping me, I would have to look for another alpha then.’

Was it not helpful? No, the heat that used to come once every two or three months had come after five months. It wasn’t unhelpful. That’s why, it seemed that was why Florian had agreed to the contract… marriage. Sarang, who was rolling the still-awkward word on the tip of his tongue, suddenly lifted his head.

He heard the engine sound of a car entering the parking garage. Sarang ran to the mansion’s back door without putting on his shoes. Light was leaking from the parking garage located to the left of the back door’s stone wall stairs. Sarang’s pace grew faster and faster.

“Miller.”

Miller, who couldn’t bear to watch Bailey struggling to pull Florian out of the back seat, had just gotten out of the driver’s seat and was about to open the opposite door. At Sarang’s call, Miller raised both hands and took a step back. Bailey, who had been grunting with his upper body pushed deep into the back seat, also pulled himself out of the car. Sarang took his place and went in.

Even before he got his body into the car, a blast of Florian’s heat washed over him. No, Sarang could smell Florian’s scent even before entering the parking garage. Florian, sitting on the right side of the back seat, was unable to support himself, his upper body leaning over as if about to collapse. Sarang carefully extended both arms and lifted Florian into his embrace.

Sarang, who pulled Florian from the back seat without much effort, gently rolled Florian’s head, which was about to slip over his arm, toward his chest and held him.

“We will be waiting in Building 2, Mr. Kim Sarang.”

“Okay.”

Sarang gave a short reply to Bailey, who asked him to take good care of the boss, and then exited the parking garage. Ruuuumble—! Thunder and lightning once again illuminated the mansion and passed. Florian’s flushed cheeks were revealed in the flashing light and then faded.

A roof connected the back door to the parking garage, so the rain did not pour down on them. Swoooosh— Leaving the sound of the earth-shaking rain behind him, Sarang entered the building.

Thud, thud.

Sarang, who let the slightly dirtied shoes drop in the entryway, held Florian, who let out a low “Mm,” groan, tighter and moved on. He laid Florian on the bedroom bed and turned on the accent light instead of the main one. He didn’t know how the heat would manifest today, but he thought Florian wouldn’t want to show his bare face in a bright place.

“…Sarang?”

As he took off his coat and jacket and loosened his tie, a hot breath touched the back of Sarang’s hand. Florian’s bright blue eyes, which he had pushed open with effort, were blurred like a watercolor painting.

“Yes, Rian. It’s me.”

“Hah… I guess my heat has started?”

Florian’s lips, as he murmured while placing the back of his arm on his forehead, were as red as blood.

“How do you feel? Rian.”

“…Good.”

Sarang, who had gently removed the tie, undid the shirt buttons one by one. Golden eyelashes lowered, closely following the movement of the fingers unbuttoning the shirt.

“Sarang…”

“Yes, Rian.”

“Pheromones… release some more.”

Sarang released a little bit of his pheromones as he undid the third button. Not too much, but gradually increasing the amount little by little.

“As expected… it’s good. You smell sweet, Sarang.”

“I know. It’s a scent you like, Rian, so I like it too.”

“That’s not it… I don’t really like sweet things.”

“…But you like my pheromones.”

“Sarang’s pheromones are soft… and sweetish… and… Mmm.”

The air was still a bit cool since the heating hadn’t fully kicked in yet. I should have done this in my room. But, spending the heat in this room was their private promise. Worried he might be cold, instead of taking off his shirt, he reached for his belt, and Florian slightly twisted his hips. The front of his pants was bulging.

“It’s lovely, like Sarang.”

“You still think of me as a child, Rian.”

“Well… Sarang. Take off my pants. And…”

A hand, hot with fever, grabbed Sarang’s hand that had undone the belt and pulled it between his legs.

“Rian…”

“I’m wet.”

A languid smile hung on Florian’s bright red lips. The heat and scent he was giving off felt as if they could be touched. Sarang’s fingertips pressed firmly on Florian’s perineum. Heat fluid gushed from his already wet anus, soaking through his underwear and his neat dress pants.

“Can you feel it… throbbing?”

“Yes… Rian.”

“Did I ever tell you… that I like that?”

“What… do you like, Rian?”

As he unbuckled the pants and lowered the zipper, his underwear, already soaked with precum, was revealed. The underwear was stretched taut due to his swollen member. As he pulled down the pants along with the underwear, Florian lifted his hips in willing cooperation. Boing— Florian’s penis, standing erect against his navel, was moderately large, beautifully shaped, and even more beautifully colored.

“When Sarang sucks my dick.”

“No. Rian, you just cried and clung to me.”

“I also like it… when Sarang licks my hole.”

“You have a lot of fluid in your dick, Rian, but even more in your hole.”

“Haaa…”

“Last time, you poured out more than my mouth could hold, and still, and still, you kept wetting your folds. Your perineum, your testicles, this pretty dick, were all soaked, and I couldn’t tell if it was from your hindwater or your dickwater, Rian.”

“Aah…”

Sarang, who had pulled the pants down only to his thighs, buried his lips in Florian’s hollowed hip bone. And he stuck out his tongue and licked it. He didn’t touch the testicles or the penis right next to it with his lips or tongue, only sucking on the area around the hip bone.

Sarang’s hot breath stimulated Florian. Florian, who unknowingly clenched his buttocks and fidgeted, had clear fluid dripping from his perineum. From between his parted buttocks, his slick was gushing out, gushing out. Sarang held Florian’s thighs together and laid him on his side. Then he buried his face between Florian’s pale, exposed buttocks.

Smooch, smooch. Sarang’s Adam’s apple bobbed, gulp, gulp, as he sucked on the wet folds of the anus as if kissing lips. Florian’s slick had the scent of wet earth and a rich fig aroma.