SPW 86

Sarang’s jet-black hair, matted with sweat, stuck to the damp pillow as he twisted his neck. The glistening jawline, thick Adam’s apple, and the bulging sternocleidomastoid muscle—beads of sweat slid down them, glowing sensuously under the light. It was an utterly provocative and stimulating moment.

Florian, mounted on the healthy and sturdy body, was sitting on top of Sarang’s penis, which was swollen to a bursting point. Sarang’s penis, which turned from pink to a deep pink when he was aroused, was as heavy as it was hot. Having inserted the alpha’s fully swollen cock between his buttocks, Florian moved his hips back and forth and reached out a hand.

“Sarang.”

“Ah… ugh.”

A sweet moan escaped from Sarang, who had squeezed his eyes shut, his face contorted and flushed red as he struggled to suppress the excitement that blazed like an uncontrollable fire. Florian grabbed Sarang’s chin, which looked even slicker as it glistened with sweat, and held it steady so that Sarang had to look straight up at him.

His wet eyelashes trembled and fluttered open. Sarang, who had large eyes and a refreshing gaze despite having no double eyelids, had an inextinguishable spark hanging in the corners of his eyes. His pupils, hazier than usual, nevertheless held a clear light and reflected Florian perfectly.

Only then satisfied, Florian once again ground his buttocks back and forth, holding Sarang’s chin as if gripping reins.

“Hut!”

Florian could see sparks fly from Sarang’s eyes at the blatant stimulation. The veins on his thick, long neck stood out distinctly. The muscles that had been merely soft were now pulled taut, and throb, throb, the blue veins swelled up. Florian felt a strange sensation, as if he were witnessing the Kim Sarang who was about to go wild on the pitch.

Sarang, who had a clear on-and-off switch, only unleashed his aggressive and fierce side on the pitch. It was new to see Sarang’s temperament, which was rarely seen in his daily life, crushing his reason and trying to pop out.

Meanwhile, a sense of intoxication slowly kindled inside Florian. The gentle, kind, and polite Kim Sarang. That man would become defenselessly disheveled and reveal his alpha nature before him.

Florian felt a tingling somewhere in his stomach from the anticipation budding there. It was neither nervousness nor excitement. It was a reaction as an omega facing an alpha in heat. No, perhaps it was all of those things. But it was not very important to Florian. What was important was another side of Sarang that no one had ever seen.

“Hh… ah….”

Every time he swayed his hips, the shaft of the cock parting his buttocks grew even harder and bigger. Thanks to this, Florian’s cheeks were spread apart, and the folds of his anus were revealed in glimpses. The folds, sticky with Florian’s slick and Sarang’s semen, were ready to be easily opened.

“Rian…. Ri….”

Sarang, groaning underneath Florian, his whole body red and drenched in sweat, could have pierced through those slimy folds and thrust into him at any moment. Even if he was Kim Sarang, he couldn’t possibly remain prim and proper while in heat. His aggressive and fierce side in bed would surely be of a different kind than on the pitch. Of course, it would also be different from the non-heat alpha who had accepted Florian’s heat.

“Rian….”

A clear tear rolled down from Sarang’s black eyes as he looked up at Florian, who kept stimulating him and slowly teasing him. In truth, Florian wasn’t teasing Sarang. Rather, he was prepared at any moment to be pinned under Sarang’s body and fulfill his duty as a heat partner. Because of this, he felt strange, as if he were the one tormenting Sarang, but it wasn’t unpleasant. On the contrary, he wanted to make Sarang a little more.

“Hut.”

He wanted to make him cry a little more.

He was a wicked guardian. Of course, it wasn’t something he should say, being in a position where he had a fake marriage with his ward and had made a heat partner contract on the condition of not loving him, but Florian wanted to make Sarang cry. He wanted to see him cry not because he was sad, in pain, or struggling, but in ecstasy from pleasant pleasure and the joy that erupted like a celebratory cannon.

Still, since it was his first heat, he wanted to leave him with a good memory if possible. It seemed like that would be a small reward for Sarang, who had become his heat partner while enduring many losses.

‘You said you… didn’t want to see my face.’

From Sarang’s voice, which had been dripping with sorrow, Florian could partly guess the memory that had vanished forever from his own mind. Florian in heat must not have been an excellent partner for Sarang. He had surely thrown harsher words, made worse expressions, and shown worse behavior.

It was selfish and laughable to call this a reward for that, but Florian wanted to leave Sarang with a good memory of his heat. Even though Florian himself didn’t find pleasure or enjoyment in his own heat, he wanted that for Sarang.

“…….”

I suppose I can’t dismiss this as simply a guardian’s feelings… either.

Florian slid the hand holding Sarang’s chin down to cup the side of his neck where his pulse was throbbing, and let out an inward sigh.

Sarang, this is a real problem.

Perhaps this was fated from the moment I started finding Sarang beautiful. Perhaps the dream that intruded on my subconscious wanted me to… love Sarang. More than in the dream. In a more desirable way than in the dream. So that I don’t kill Sarang like in the dream.

The hand that had slid down his neck brushed past the collarbone and caressed the firmly developed chest muscles. Sarang looked like he could not hold back much longer. Squelch, squelch, even at that moment, from the folds of the anus that had been pressing and rubbing against Sarang’s penis with his weight, a gush of slick poured out.

“Ri…an.”

“Yes, Sarang.”

Florian, who had been caressing Sarang’s heat-flushed body, once again cupped his reddened cheek with his hand and slowly leaned his upper body down. Florian’s blue eyes, which stopped at a breath’s distance, seemed to absorb Sarang’s heat.

“How long are you going to hold back.”

“…….”

“You can hold me.”

Sarang’s wavering pupils quickly clouded over.

“Don’t hold back.”

Florian’s softly whispering lips lightly touched Sarang’s crimson ones.

“Have sex with me.”

Peck. A short kiss sprouted between their lips like a new bud. At the same time, Florian reached a hand behind him and grasped Sarang’s penis, which he had been sitting on until now. A sticky sound echoed from the shaft of the cock, which was tangled in a mix of Florian’s slick, Sarang’s semen, and pre-cum. As if masturbating him, Florian stroked the shaft of Sarang’s cock from the root to the corona and kissed him again. Sarang’s heart, which was thrashing as if he had been electrocuted, felt like it would roll into Florian’s mouth through their connected lips.

Sarang’s heart must be beautiful, too. Florian, certain of this, circled the hard corona with his fingers, then ticklishly scraped the urethral opening. Just then, Florian lifted his buttocks from Sarang’s stomach and lightly rubbed his own testicles against Sarang’s navel, which had been lifted into the air because of him.

Sarang, who felt even that as stimulation, bucked his hips and gripped the sheets tightly with both hands. From Sarang’s pulsing urethral opening, not pre-cum, but semen gushed out. It was as much as the first time.

“Kkh, hut.”

Florian did not let go of Sarang’s penis as he ejaculated, arching his back. Rather, soaking his own palm, he spread the semen Sarang had spurted out over his glans, his urethral opening, and his corona, then closed his hand. At the pressure tightening just below the corona, Sarang let out a groan, “Ugh.” Sarang’s head snapped back as he trembled, unable to bear the afterglow of his ejaculation.

“Ah.”

Squelch.

Florian, gripping Sarang’s cock which was glistening with all sorts of mucus, aligned the glans with his own hole.

“Ah-ah.”

Then, he put his weight on it. Florian’s folds, which had been pulsing and leaking fluid like Sarang’s urethral opening, made way quite easily. But that was only up to the glans. The folds, unable to accommodate the corona that was encircled by a hard ridge, drew tightly together. The hot inner walls angrily clung to the glans inside the hole, sucking on it tightly.

“Ah…! Ri, an…!”

From the high-pitched moan, from the body that had become as hot as lava, from the flinching reactions every time his breath, his touch, his skin made contact, Florian read the overflowing sensation and once again leaned his upper body down. He gripped Sarang’s cock tightly and, putting his weight on it, sat down just like that.

“Ah, aht!”

Sarang’s moan, unable to bear the sensation of lightning flashing in his head, was swallowed by their joined lips. Florian’s tongue slipped past the parted lips and gently ensnared Sarang’s tongue, which was trembling from pleasure. Tilting his head to find balance, Florian rubbed his tongue against the one now entangled with his.

“Eup, eut.”

Florian’s brow furrowed as he sucked on Sarang’s thick tongue, which followed without resistance, and lowered his hips a little more.

“Haa….”

Beads of sweat also formed on Florian’s forehead as he slowly exhaled a breath that rose from deep within his stomach. As expected, Sarang’s penis was too much for even a very wet omega to take all at once.

But it wouldn’t kill him. An omega’s hole was an organ that existed to take an alpha’s cock.

Florian let out a few shallow breaths and then—swooosh—put his weight down. Shuddering from the shock of his buttocks being split wide apart, Florian stopped moving. Just as clear fluid began to bead at the tip of his own fully erect cock, a gush of semen poured out. It was the first time, as far as Florian could remember, that he had ejaculated before even fully taking in an alpha’s penis.

“Hah… eu.”

Twisting his head, which he had tilted back without realizing, Florian swallowed dryly and groaned, a sound scraping his vocal cords. His head felt hot, as if Sarang’s heat-fever had transferred to him. It felt good. Sarang’s damnably big and thick cock, hard as a club on top of it all, sent shivers of pleasure through him every time it forced his folds open and crushed his inner walls. It was as if Florian’s inner walls weren’t sucking on Sarang’s cock, but Sarang’s cock, not even halfway in, was sucking on Florian’s inner walls.

From the excessive pleasure, Florian ended up ejaculating again. Florian, who had been indifferent to masturbation or meaningless one-time encounters, trembled as he spewed thick semen despite it being his second time. As a result, muscles all over his body tensed up, and the inside of his buttocks contracted tightly like a suction cup.

“Hak!” Sarang let out a ragged breath at the tremendous pressure that squeezed him as if it would sever the penis it had half-swallowed, and finally reached out with both hands.

Large hands, with traces of summer left on them, gripped Florian’s pale white hips. Florian, who had been enjoying the afterglow of the gentle pleasure, lowered his gaze at the touch that held him. A fire was igniting in Sarang’s eyes where they met.

Was it always this good?

A faint smile touched the corners of Florian’s lips as he murmured softly.