SPW 62

At the touch of a hand pushing against his lower abdomen, Sarang had no choice but to stop his entry.

This was something that hadn’t happened during the first heat he spent with Florian, who was suffering from pheromone issues. Florian, who had lost all sense of self and consciousness, leaving only instinct alive, prioritized satisfying his pleasure over getting hurt.

No matter how much fluid there was, the entrance to Florian’s hole was too small and narrow to take Sarang’s penis without preparation. Sarang was greatly flustered by the fact that he had to put his own member into this small hole. Florian, seeing Sarang at a loss, pinned him to the floor and climbed on top of him in an instant.

As soon as he aligned the glans with the folds, he used his own body weight and sank down. Sarang was too overwhelmed by the new sensation to think straight. The immense pressure that felt like it would snap his penis, and the suction force clinging powerfully to the sensitive foreskin, made his vision swim. The scent of figs, beating down on his whole body like a downpour, swept over him, washing away the dizzying sensation at least a little.

But Florian, captive to his instincts, was not satisfied with just that. Placing both hands on Sarang’s stomach for support, Florian’s movements were fast and fierce as he slammed his hips down. Schlick, schlick. The fluid he had leaked, enough to make a splashing sound every time his hips came down, was rendered meaningless as Florian’s folds tore and blood-mixed fluid began to spatter everywhere.

Sarang cupped Florian’s buttocks with both hands. He grew scared that Florian’s inner walls might actually tear or his organs might get bruised. However, even that gesture was nullified by Florian. The two hands that had been braced on his stomach brought Sarang’s hands, which were supporting his buttocks, together and pressed them firmly against his own chest, which was well-developed from a long career as an athlete.

Naturally, Florian ended up looking down at Sarang, and as his weight shifted forward, drip, drip, sweat fell. Florian began to slam his hips down just like that. Schlick, splat, splat, squelch, smack—. It was not very difficult for Sarang to keep up with Florian’s hip thrusts, which were growing faster and more forceful.

Rather, Sarang was afraid Florian would get hurt. He was especially frightened that Florian’s stomach, which rose with each merciless descent as he swallowed Sarang’s penis, thump, thump, looked like it would burst. Watching the shape of his own cock bulge out and then swoop, slip out, only to swell up again and swoop, slip out repeatedly, made Sarang feel as if he were committing some great wrong.

That was how he had spent a fortnight with Florian. Sarang, who learned everything well and was excellent at applying what he learned, had picked up the knack. As he grew accustomed to the physical relationship with an omega, with another person, no, with Florian, he unintentionally ended up teasing Florian at times.

The Florian from back then never pushed Sarang away or rushed him to stop; on the contrary, he only ever pulled him in. But this time was different. Sarang, who had been holding Florian’s thighs and leaning his upper body forward to push his penis in deep, came to an abrupt halt. A white hand pushed against Sarang’s lower abdomen. With just that small gesture, Florian could turn Sarang to ice.

“Rian?”

“Ught.”

“Does it hurt…? Does it hurt, Rian?”

“From behind…”

“What…?”

“I don’t want to see… your face, so do it from behind.”

“……”

Sarang felt his throat grow hot without him realizing it and barely managed to swallow. So this is what Florian is like when he isn’t completely consumed by instinct. I… I like it better when I can see Rian’s face. That’s all I want to do. Even while thinking this, Sarang moved as Florian wanted.

“I’ll… get on my hands and knees. Ugh.”

“Ngh!”

As Florian turned his body over with the penis still inside, they both let out a groan at the same time. Florian, because he was poked in an odd place, and Sarang, because of the incredible pressure. Sarang, having barely caught his breath, hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to do with his hands, when Florian flattened his upper body against the mattress. Then, thump, thump, thump—, Florian himself began to drive Sarang’s penis deep inside him. Florian’s reason, which had seemed to have cleared up a bit compared to before, was visibly clouding over again. Is it getting better then worse, and then better again? Or…

“Uungh, ungh…! Ha—ah.”

Sarang couldn’t continue his train of thought. Every time Florian’s buttocks slammed against his thighs, a sticky sound was made and mucus splattered. His testicles swayed and knocked about, and Florian’s erect penis dangled back and forth. Florian’s firm, white buttocks were soon flushed red. Sarang’s handprints were left behind, and the friction marks remained, making his reddened buttocks jiggle out of rhythm, unable to keep up with the speed.

“Hnght!”

In that moment, Sarang grabbed Florian’s staggering waist, and feeling that wasn’t enough, he properly wrapped his hands around both of his sides. Florian’s lower back and abdomen, which had a moderate amount of muscle, were elegant and sleek, just like him. Even as he greedily inhaled and swallowed the alpha pheromones and the heights of pleasure, shaking his body violently, he did not look lewd or vulgar. He looked desperate. In a way, it also looked like a desperate struggle for survival. And so, Sarang found himself pulling Florian into a tight embrace without even realizing it.

“Heuk, hng, ah—!”

Florian’s Adam’s apple went taut as he gripped the sheet with one hand and took hold of his own penis with the other, stroking it quickly up and down. Sarang, who had started thrusting his hips in time with Florian’s pounding, let out his pheromones in a sudden spray.

“Aah…!” Florian’s pale chin, as he tilted his head back and moaned with his mouth open, was newly wet with saliva. He could have pushed Sarang away again from the unbearable pleasure, but Florian didn’t have the chance. Flash, flash. Pleasure like bolts of lightning struck Florian’s brain directly.

Florian was climaxing, not so much from the feeling of his own hand stroking his cock, but from the sensation of Sarang’s massive cock pounding the inside of his belly.

It was not a climax where something shot out or gushed like a fountain. It was a dry orgasm that brought on a sensation like his limbs were not just trembling, but seizing up. Florian came without discharging anything from his urethra.

“Hnngh, hnght, haah.”

That climax was clearly the starting point. Florian was once again, slowly, being swallowed by his instincts. He had thought it had gotten a little better, but it hadn’t. Sarang ignored the throbbing in his chest. He simply did his best in his role until Florian’s pleasure and lust ran dry, until his instincts as an omega were satisfied.

Before long, the vanilla scent that had hazily filled the bedroom mixed with the overpoweringly strong scent of figs being emitted. Pheromones, visible to all traits, settled like a thick fog, filling every corner of the bedroom.

Perhaps it was beneficial for Sarang that Florian couldn’t find his reason. That way, he wouldn’t have to hear Florian’s voice saying he didn’t want to see his face, and he wouldn’t have to push Florian to the extreme limits of orgasm in a position like dogs mating.

Sarang liked it best when he could face Florian, no matter what they were doing. He didn’t mind if his own face was a wreck, and when Florian’s expression became uncontrollably undone, he would bury his face in his shoulder and hold him tight. That way, he wouldn’t have to see the state Florian didn’t want to show. That was how he had spent the last heat. Even when Florian looked down on him, crushed him, and treated him like a tool, like a stud horse, it was all fine as long as he could see his face.

But that, too, was Sarang’s own selfish desire.

Rian… didn’t like it.

He disliked the heat with an alpha, with Sarang, so much that he didn’t even want to see his face. It was just an instinct he couldn’t refuse as an omega. An act he had accepted until now because it was a necessary process to live a normal life. Moreover, a heat that he himself couldn’t remember. How horrible must that have been?

“Haaeuk— Huu.”

Florian’s moans, unable to bear the pleasure, grew even clearer. Sarang bit his lip hard and let go of Florian’s back, which he had been hugging tightly. Then, he grabbed hold of the pelvis of the man who was still bucking his hips, tormented by the afterglow of his orgasm. Smack, smack, smack. The sound of skin slapping against skin burst forth every time Sarang thrusted his hips up. Florian’s back, as he slammed his hips down in time, turned red. It looked like a rose that was just beginning to be colored.

“Heuk, heuk, hok—!”

“Kht, hng, ah!”

Florian cried and moaned at the fast movements of the penis powerfully thrusting against his insides. Sarang, too, couldn’t hold back his moans at the sloppy, wet movements of the inner walls that squeezed his cock so tight it felt like it would burst, before sucking it in and then letting it be pulled out.

Sarang, who had wiped away the sweat and wet tears that were now dripping, did not stop his thrusts. On the contrary, he thrust harder, faster, deeper, satisfying Florian’s sexual desire and reproductive urges. Sarang was able to learn one more thing during this heat.

Until Rian is holding onto his reason, I must not show him my face. Even if Rian loses his reason, I should avoid facing him as much as possible. Like now… until Rian turns his body on his own to face me, I must never look at him first.

“Hnng—!”

“Kht, hng!”

Before long, Florian turned his body to face Sarang. His bright blue eyes were completely unfocused and clouded over. As his reason evaporated, his memories would fly away as well. Florian’s pheromones were still unstable. Still, it was at least better than before, and Sarang was helping to some extent, so he would probably be able to stay by Florian’s side for a while. While that was a great relief, Sarang also felt a little sad.