PAO 52

“Wait a minute.”

It was just as Seowon raised his hand, feeling the need to take a breather here. His wrist was captured, and at the same time, his vision spun.

In an instant, he was lying on the bed looking up at Junghoo, and before he could even sit up, his shoulders were pinned down.

“Junghoo, oop.”

Seowon called his name urgently, but it was useless. Junghoo tilted his head to kiss him, sucking in all the sounds coming from Seowon’s throat.

A thick tongue pried Seowon’s mouth open and stirred everywhere without discrimination, against the roof of his mouth and his teeth. Unable to close his mouth, saliva dribbled out, and Junghoo licked it away gluttonously as if it were sweet fruit juice.

“Seowon…”

Junghoo’s wistful voice came through the gap created as their lips parted slightly. The brush of his lips as they moved was ticklish.

“I like you.”

Junghoo, squeezing his eyes shut, delivered a suffocating confession. His heart was already about to explode from tension, and Junghoo wasn’t helping.

“I like you so much I think I’m going to lose my mind.”

“I thought you already lost it, was I wrong?”

Seowon threaded his fingers through his hair and shook it roughly. He was just messing up his hair, but Junghoo, for whatever reason, smiled and released his pheromones.

Seowon held his breath at the pheromones, which were so strong they momentarily blurred his vision. But as if it couldn’t be avoided just by holding his breath, the pheromones clung not to his respiratory system but to his skin. His whole body felt suffocated, as if covered by a transparent film.

That film was gradually absorbed into his body, stirring and roaming around as it pleased. Biting his lower lip to keep from collapsing under the pheromones, Seowon suddenly frowned. He could feel Junghoo’s pheromones starting to lose their direction.

Seowon urgently and mercilessly patted Junghoo’s shoulder. There was no room to consider his pain.

“Yoo Junghoo, focus on me.”

“Keuht.”

“The person… you like is going to get hurt.”

Seowon was constantly adjusting his own pheromones, matching them to Junghoo’s. He hadn’t trained his pheromones for this day, but he had never concentrated like this before.

Junghoo had to match him just as well. If he were to wield his pheromones incorrectly now, he himself would get caught up in it too.

“You… if you don’t want to see me get hurt, you better pull yourself together.”

At Seowon’s words, neither high nor low, Junghoo held his breath and struggled to somehow manage his pheromones. The pheromones were attacking both Seowon and Junghoo simultaneously. Knowing this, Seowon didn’t rush him to get it under control but instead gently coaxed him.

“You must have received a lot of treatment all this time. The reason I accepted you, who still hasn’t recovered, is because I believed.”

Ever so faintly… the pheromones began to react. They were starting to follow Junghoo’s control.

“Yes. That’s how you do it.”

He could handle what Junghoo couldn’t fully control.

“Pheromones are, in the end, just a part of what makes you up. But if you let that one part dominate you… you can’t let that happen.”

With their stomachs pressed together, he let the pheromones that washed over them like a tidal wave flow past. It was a good thing he had remained tense, not knowing when they might explode.

“Hoo. Ahh…”

Seowon, not content with just letting out the breath he had been holding, panted raggedly. The truth was, while he was telling Junghoo to get a grip, the alpha’s pheromones, which seemed determined to shake him, were so fierce that Seowon himself had faced a crisis several times. Hadn’t his vision just gone black as if the lights had gone out?

“Seowon.”

While he was panting heavily, Junghoo’s hand moved downwards.

As Junghoo’s hand lightly brushed against Seowon’s hard, swollen penis, Seowon almost lost the tail end of the pheromones he was barely holding onto.

It was just a brush, but he was flustered by the touch of another person’s hand. Seowon, who had only been wary of Junghoo’s pheromones, felt another threat and let out a breath.

“Hah.”

His body was already extremely sensitive from Junghoo’s pheromones. So there was no guarantee he wouldn’t be flustered again next time. With the fact that this was his first time holding him back, Seowon let out a disbelieving laugh.

“…Why?”

Junghoo asked, fingering Seowon’s hole. Even though he had been continuously sucking on Seowon’s lips and swallowing his saliva, his voice was terribly hoarse, as if his thirst hadn’t been quenched.

Seowon looked at the ceiling and expressed the doubt he felt.

“This is my first time.”

At the same time, Junghoo flinched大きく and froze like a stone statue.

“First time?”

“It just ended up that way…”

Seowon had no intention of hiding his state. Hadn’t he already experienced it once? His penis had reacted to Junghoo’s grazing touch. He glanced at his penis, which was pointing straight up and twitching, and muttered.

“Just so you know, if I get flustered, it’s because of that.”

In other words, he said it in the hopes that Junghoo would fill in his gaps. Without knowing that it would be the words that would stimulate Junghoo.

“Are you just going to stay still like that? Eup!”

Seowon looked up at Junghoo, telling him to move, then stopped breathing. Pheromones that were already hard to handle were being released, and another, even greater, torrent erupted.

As the pheromones surged so strongly that he had the illusion of seeing them ripple, Seowon knew instinctively what it was.

‘Pheromone… rut.’

Seowon’s dazed gaze landed on Junghoo as what he thought might happen around the time he entered him appeared now.

Junghoo pulled out the hand he had wedged between Seowon’s buttocks and brought it to the front. Unlike the furiously raging pheromones, his gentle touch grazed Seowon’s center.

Having been swollen with arousal for quite some time, the penis was leaking a clear fluid. He grasped it and spread the precum on the tip with his thumb, and Seowon, continuously sucking in breaths, couldn’t hold back his arousal.

“Sorry.”

At the sudden apology, Seowon wondered how he should take it. He was the one who had slapped his cheek, and he was the one who had pushed for this. If Junghoo was apologizing now because of the guilt he inherently carried, that didn’t seem to fit the mood either.

“I’ll do it in order.”

“Order?”

What kind of order is there in sex?

Seowon, with a look of incomprehension, demanded a more detailed explanation from Junghoo, and he took action that would make him understand faster than an answer.

Junghoo bent the arm he had extended next to Seowon’s face, closing the distance. As they got closer, Junghoo’s pupils, right down to the irises, were clearly visible, but his inner thoughts remained hidden.

“Hey, say something…”

Seowon urged Junghoo, trying not to be consumed by the surging pheromones, when their lips touched. It wasn’t a messy kiss like before, where it felt like he was being devoured. It was an incredibly careful kiss where he could feel the soft skin as it was.

With their lips sealed, Junghoo’s hand roamed over Seowon’s cheek and shoulder. Seowon, who understood what was happening from that careful touch, opened his mouth to scoff. The laugh never came. Because Junghoo had taken complete possession of his lips.

A peck. A kiss, and then a caress before a slow entry—he seemed to be thinking of that kind of sex, but was that even feasible in this situation?

He needed to get inside him quickly and cum at least once… right now, it was a situation where Seowon was the one who had to beg him to hurry.

‘This crazy bastard.’

At Junghoo’s insane behavior, failing to accommodate him in a strange way, Seowon forcefully pushed his shoulders. When Junghoo yielded easily, Seowon sat up and climbed on top of him.

“If you act like this… haah, I can’t give you the lead.”

Seowon sat on top of Junghoo with his legs spread, grabbing his shoulder with one hand to lift his body. He didn’t need to rise high. Just enough to match the length of Junghoo’s penis, meaning just enough to poke his own rear.

Meeting Junghoo’s eyes at the same level, Seowon pushed his index finger into his rear. It was his first time inserting a finger like this. Thanks to the fluid, entry wasn’t difficult, but he couldn’t help the feeling of rejection.

“Euum.”

Letting out a soft whimper at the foreign sensation, Seowon immediately pushed his middle finger in alongside it. He knows that for an omega’s hole to accept an alpha’s, it needs to stretch elastically. So it was an act committed with the thought that it wouldn’t tear from inserting two fingers, but…

“It’s uncomfortable.”

It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t pleasant either. It could be because he hadn’t felt anything yet. To get used to this discomfort, Seowon moved his hand, sliding it in and out between his buttocks.

Junghoo watched the entire process of Seowon widening his own hole with a deep frown, unable to even breathe. The crisis he faced was forgotten, pushed aside by Seowon’s flushed face.

“If you do that…”

Seowon’s actions, doing this to save him despite it being his first time, were uninhibited. The very person who had told him to get a grip was trying to knock him down in a different sense.

To keep a firm grip on his senses, Junghoo grabbed Seowon’s wrist.

“I’ll do it.”

Because he couldn’t let him carry everything by himself. Junghoo pulled Seowon’s hand away and entered, parting his buttocks.

“Haak.”

At Junghoo’s fingers, which were longer than his own, Seowon arched his back. The main event hadn’t even started yet, but he was flustered, feeling as if he was already being stabbed deep inside.

“Pheromones.”

Then, at Junghoo’s words, he grabbed hold of the end of his pheromones, which he had lost control of. His heart went cold at the thought that he had almost caused an accident by not being able to focus on his pheromones.

Feeling a sense of crisis, Seowon wrapped the hand that had been on Junghoo’s shoulder around his neck. Unable to just blank out and leave it to Junghoo, Seowon said firmly.

“Come in.”

“Not yet.”

He had managed to stretch thanks to Seowon enduring it, but it was not enough. He was saying this wasn’t enough, but Seowon shook his head.

“You have to come in now.”

Seowon bit his lower lip as he spoke, then kissed Junghoo altogether, pouring his own pheromones in. And to make him unable to resist, he released the omega pheromones.

As if mesmerized by the scent, Junghoo placed the tip of his penis against Seowon’s hole.

Thinking that this was the beginning, Seowon swallowed nervously. The fact that the partner he was about to accept was Junghoo was funny… and the fact that this was an emergency situation was even funnier.

Finally, the tip of Junghoo’s penis began to enter Seowon’s insides.

“Haht.”

As it stretched his hole open with a thickness incomparable to fingers, Seowon let out a choked moan. He knew it wouldn’t go in easily, but his reliance on the hole’s elasticity felt futile as it felt like it was being stretched to its limit.

Could he endure his penis entering all the way?

Because it wasn’t easy even with his back rounded, Seowon dug the tips of his fingers into Junghoo’s shoulders. Unaware that his nails were digging into flesh and scraping down, Seowon squirmed, determined to accept him.

Junghoo, seemingly as pained as he was, stirred from below. He tried to enter, but fearing that he might hurt him, Junghoo held back again and again, letting out short breaths.