SPW 88

“Heu.”

“Besides, Sarang, you spent 30 days of my heat with me. The sensation I felt when I woke up after spending a heat I don’t even remember with Sarang was not pain, but refreshment. Instead of an unpleasant dull ache, I felt a pleasant sense of exhaustion.”

Following the Adam’s apple, his lips traced a path up, as if licking under his chin, and peck, they lightly touched the corner of Sarang’s mouth before pulling away.

“Most importantly, no traces of humiliation were left on my body.”

“…….”

“On the contrary, Sarang, you washed my body cleanly and even tidied up the bedroom before you left.”

After his heat, Florian must have been trembling like a severe drug addict from the aftereffects of ejaculation, orgasm, and pleasure that had lasted for a fortnight. That action must have been a consideration for Florian’s inner feelings, who would not have wanted to show that side of himself to others.

Florian’s heats had actually proceeded in that manner. When his heat ended, the partner alpha would leave the bedroom as if being chased out, and no one would enter or leave the bedroom until he could pull himself together on his own.

Perhaps Bailey had given him a heads-up.

“No… it’s not.”

As if he had read the thought that flashed through Florian’s blue eyes, Sarang shook his head and denied it.

“It’s not… like that.”

“That’s right, Sarang doesn’t need advice from others like Bailey. Because that’s Sarang’s true nature. So don’t be afraid of your heat, when instinct becomes clearer than reason. Because even then, Sarang, you won’t hurt me.”

“…….”

“Hurry and hold me.”

Florian, who smiled faintly, whispered again.

“This position is starting to get a little embarrassing.”

Sarang, who had been looking up at Florian with clear eyes despite being drenched in heat, opened his lips.

“Kiss… me, please.”

As if to say he would be deceived by the white lie. As if to say he could be a little more at ease then.

“Kiss me…. Rian.”

Florian found no reason to push away Sarang’s childish plea for his affection. No, he found he did not want to look for one.

The moment his smiling lips touched Sarang’s, Florian’s view was reversed. Flump—He frowned slightly as he fell backward, lying down. The light on the ceiling was dazzling. Below it, a black shadow was cast by Sarang’s large upper body, which was bathed in all the light.

Suddenly, Florian swallowed a short breath at the sensation of his stomach clenching sluggishly. Sarang’s figure, drawn only in silhouette, was the epitome of a grown adult man who made a living through sports. It must be tension. The hardening of his stomach and the tight clenching of his folds, which had been leaking fluid, must be the tension from a newfound realization. It was the first moment he truly felt that Sarang, who had seemed like he was still seventeen because he cried so much despite his large build, was a proper dominant alpha.

“Heo-euk.”

“Rian. Rian…. Rian, Rian….”

Sarang, who had hooked Florian’s legs one by one over his arms, called out to Florian in an anxious voice and lowered his upper body. Because of that, Florian, whose buttocks were lifted and whose waist was bent into a round shape, let out a pained sound. His body, accustomed to various sports like horseback riding and fencing, was flexible, but that was only relative flexibility. Besides, even a mollusk would make a fuss if its body were suddenly folded in half.

“Rian, Rian….”

Sarang, who was repeatedly whispering Florian’s name as if he had found a long-lost existence, sought out his rose-colored lips. It was a rushed and clumsy kiss. It seemed they had not had a single proper kiss during the 30-day heat that was absent from his memory.

Florian, murmuring to himself, opened his lips and slightly tilted his chin to avoid their teeth clashing. The tongue that rushed in all at once filled Florian’s mouth completely. Surprised at himself for feeling a sense of fulfillment from such a trivial thing, Florian tilted his Adam’s apple back at the seamless, continuing kiss and let out a low moan, “Euumm.”

As if that were a signal, Sarang’s weight began to shift more onto Florian.

“Haa, hak.”

“Heut, heuk!”

Pheromones were thickly smeared on the breaths they exhaled when they were full to their throats, or between their lips as they occasionally separated to adjust their angles. Sarang’s kisses, which he pressed on hastily as if his breath would escape, were not rough, but passionate. It was not impatience, but desperation that showed through.

There was not a trace of the余裕 or authoritative attitude commonly seen in dominant alphas. It was a point for which he could be criticized, that he was not like a dominant alpha because his parents were betas, but to Florian, it was perfectly Sarang-like.

“Sarang…. Hut!”

Sarang, who had pulled his lips away, slid down, licking the elegantly extended jawline. He took the Adam’s apple he had wanted to bite so much into his mouth. The Adam’s apple, a deeper crimson than peach, tasted of ripe figs. Sarang wanted to hungrily swallow that flesh into his stomach. At the same time, he wanted to caress it gently and not leave even a single wound. Sarang’s nature, as if it were a matter of course, followed the latter.

Peck, peck, peck. Sarang’s lips, which had been showering kisses on his shoulder, collarbone, moderately muscled chest, and the slender skin of his stomach down to his navel, reached Florian’s testicles.

“Ah…!”

At the moan that burst out on its own, Sarang could savor the joy of an excitement so intense it felt like his brain would melt.

“Ian…. I-ahn….”

Sarang, who did not spit out the testicles he held in his mouth even as he called Florian with completely slurred pronunciation, widened his mouth to stuff in more. The testicles, which had already become taut, would not easily fill Sarang’s mouth. Instead of eating the testicles whole, Sarang tasted another place.

“Ah….”

Sarang, who flinched at the low, throat-scratching breath, rolled only his eyes to look up at Florian while holding the glans in his mouth. Florian’s handsome jawline and Adam’s apple, as aroused as Sarang, were reflected. They were tinged with a deeper color from the love bite Sarang had left. Having confirmed his mark with his own two eyes, Sarang suddenly wanted to see Florian’s face.

As if he had read that thought, Florian, who had bent his head back, straightened it and lowered his eyebrows. Florian’s face, thoroughly soaked in the alpha in heat’s pheromones and the furnace-like heat, filled the black pupils to the brim. This was a moment shared solely by Sarang. Sarang was happy.

Sarang, feeling Florian’s touch as he threaded his fingers through his hair as if stroking it, opened his mouth wider and sucked in Florian’s stiffly erect penis. Even from the fluid that overflowed, making the urethral opening slimy, he could smell Florian. Sarang had a hunch that he would never be able to forget this scent.

“Hah…. Sarang….”

Sarang, who had been sucking on his urethral opening and then rubbing the glans with his tongue as if to peel off the skin, began to circle his tongue along the corona. Florian, who had gently closed his eyes at the pleasant stimulation, made a humming-like sound. It remained in Sarang’s ears like an afterimage, which always tickled whenever he whispered.

“Haut!”

Florian’s crimson penis was suddenly swallowed into Sarang’s mouth, which had been carefully licking the corona. Fellatio was not a first for Sarang, who had previously spent a 30-day heat with Florian. On the contrary, he was a quick learner with good application skills, so he was on the better side of things. However, Sarang, who had only ever sucked Florian’s cock in his life, did not think so. Leaving aside whether he thought so or not, the fingers that held Sarang’s hair tightened as he concentrated even more during fellatio, lest he cause any injury. Sarang knew that now was the time to open his throat.

“Kkeuk—.”

Sarang, who had a refreshingly wide mouth, also had a large and spacious mouth on the inside. However, Florian’s penis was also larger than average, so to swallow it to the root, he had to swallow it deep into his throat. It was the Florian of 30 days who had taught Sarang, who did not even know how to suck a glans, how to perform fellatio, and how to deep-throat.

‘There…. relax your jaw, and put your tongue under the cock. Mmm, like that… deep into your throat.’

That was not the only thing Florian had taught him.

“Ah-hut, good… ah. Sarang…. More, a little more….”

Even Florian’s voice, which honestly expressed his feelings and made demands this time as well, was maddeningly sweet. Sarang, who lightly lifted Florian’s thighs, which were about to slip from his forearms, and closed even the small gap, nodded his head and sucked on the light pink cock.

Every time the cock, slathered in Florian’s fluid and Sarang’s saliva, scraped his throat, scraped the roof of his mouth, and pressed down on his tongue, a splash, splash, lewd sound was made. To Sarang, it felt just like Florian’s arousal manifested as sound. That was why Sarang was very fond of fellatio and the act of scraping all the way to the throat.

“Heok.”

Before Florian could ejaculate, Sarang spat out the cock glistening with mucus, strongly mumbled the testicles, and then suck, he sucked on the tender flesh of the already soaked perineum.

“Hut!”

Florian, who responded immediately, especially let out lewd moans whenever his perineum was caressed. That was why Sarang used to suck on it until the flesh was raw. This time, too, Sarang, who had sucked on the perineum until he was full, slid his tongue down and buried it in the pulsing folds. Sarang’s high nose bridge was buried in the perineum, which had been sucked until it was soft.

Every time Sarang breathed, the exhaled breath tickled the reddened, plump perineum, caressing it instead of his tongue. He could keenly feel Florian’s sexual sensitivity rising. Sarang smiled and sucked on Florian’s hole. He thrust his tongue deep into the gap between the pulsing folds that were gushing out slick.