By Zephyria His whole body ached. Had he ever been this sore before? He tried to recall the past, but his mind wouldn’t cooperate. It hurt. Groaning sounds leaked out involuntarily. It felt like he had a bad case of the flu, his bones aching and a fever raging. Being beaten with a hammer would probably be better than this. Unable to even twitch a finger as he wished, Ryu Jeong trembled with his eyes tightly shut.
How long had he been like that? He sensed someone’s presence. Ryu Jeong rolled his eyes beneath his closed eyelids. Soon, the floor beneath his back tilted to one side, and his upper body was lifted. Before he could even grasp the situation, something touched his lips. Along with the warm, soft sensation, a familiar pheromone brushed against his nose. It was Lee Do-hyeon.
“Ugh…”
Soon, cool water seeped through the gaps in his lips. Seeking the moisture to quench his parched mouth, Ryu Jeong instinctively opened his mouth wider. But it was only a sip. Disappointed by the receding lips, Ryu Jeong smacked his lips and stuck out his tongue. As if in response, their lips met again, and water flowed in.
He drank like that three or four more times. As his parched mouth and throat became somewhat moist, his consciousness, which had been submerged, gradually cleared. Ryu Jeong barely managed to pry open his tightly shut eyelids. The first thing that came into his blurry vision was, of course, Lee Do-hyeon.
“P-President…”
Though he had managed to drink some water, all that came out of his already hoarse voice was a metallic rasp. Even that made his throat sting, so he had to close his mouth without saying more.
“Just lie down,” Lee Do-hyeon said, his voice as low as usual. The stark difference in their conditions made Ryu Jeong roll his eyes around as he lay back down, trying to grasp the situation. And before long, he recalled the events that had led to this.
“Did I… cough… did I pass out?”
Compared to his physical state, his mind, especially his memory, was relatively intact. After the unpleasant encounter with the man who was Lee Do-hyeon’s half-brother, he had returned home and immediately engaged in a torrid session with Lee Do-hyeon, who was in rut. He had heard that they had scheduled an appointment at the center to get suppressants soon, but he figured Lee Do-hyeon must have had his own reasons for the earlier-than-expected rut.
Was he alright now? Ryu Jeong, unconcerned about the fact that he had passed out, cautiously raised his eyes to check on Lee Do-hyeon’s condition. He was sitting there wearing only a shower gown, his hair wet, as if he had just finished showering.
“President… are you okay?”
Lee Do-hyeon hesitated for a moment before answering the cautious question. He had regained more reason than before, but he was still in an ambiguous state, the heat not yet completely gone.
Not only had he done all sorts of things to Ryu Jeong while he was unconscious, but he had also masturbated several times in the bathroom while cleaning up the dirty fluids. He had stared blankly at the semen being sucked down the drain, then come back out and rubbed his genitals against Ryu Jeong’s stomach and chest.
He couldn’t even imagine what kind of look Ryu Jeong would give him if he knew that he had just rubbed his cock against the lips that had just taken water. He kept it to himself, not saying it out loud, and even that made his aroused body seethe.
“Is the rut… is it over?” Ryu Jeong asked blankly, unaware of the change. He glanced out the window and couldn’t tell if it was night or dawn, with the twilight settling in. It usually took at least a week to end a rut without suppressants. Even piecing together the fragmented memories, Ryu Jeong couldn’t figure out how many days had passed, and he bit his lip in frustration.
But only for a moment. Ryu Jeong’s eyes darted up as he sensed the pheromones spreading like dry ice smoke. His eyes gleamed in the soft light of the lamp illuminating the room. Lee Do-hyeon, who had pounced on him without hesitation when the rut first started, was strangely quiet.
He seemed to be getting better… Ryu Jeong cautiously observed him, then, as if having made up his mind, barely managed to move his weak hand and gently wrapped his fingers around Lee Do-hyeon’s finger on the bed.
“It’s not over yet… is it?”
“…No.”
“But why…”
“Well,” Lee Do-hyeon said, clearing his deeply sunken voice. “I’m definitely going to knot this time.”
“…”
Knotting… Ryu Jeong silently mulled over the word that had come out of Lee Do-hyeon’s mouth. It was an act he hadn’t known about until he heard Lee Do-hyeon’s brief explanation. He didn’t know exactly what kind of act it was, having never experienced it, but he was sure it meant he might get pregnant.
“I’ll go to the center as soon as it’s light. I can get… suppressants there.” Lee Do-hyeon quietly avoided his gaze, staring down at Ryu Jeong, who was frozen, unable to say anything.
“And you too… Ryu Jeong, you should go and get your wounds treated too.”
“…President.”
A crack appeared on Ryu Jeong’s face as he blankly looked up at Lee Do-hyeon, who was muttering as if he were a criminal, unable to make eye contact. He couldn’t understand his attitude, as if he had done something terribly wrong.
Could it be that he thought it was his fault that he was lying here like this? Lee Do-hyeon was capable of thinking that way. He was a kind person, after all.
He said ‘when it’s light,’ but Ryu Jeong was afraid that he might disappear at any moment, so he gripped his finger even tighter.
Pregnancy. It was a difficult word to even think about, a truly frightening word, but strangely, his heart gradually calmed down.
“If we… if we knot… does the rut end faster?”
“…Why do you ask?”
“Please be honest with me.”
Lee Do-hyeon, still looking away, hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth.
“It’s not always the case, but yes, it does. Because the pheromones are released faster.”
“Then…”
“No.”
“Why, why not?”
Why? Lee Do-hyeon retorted with a fierce expression.
“Do you want to be tied to me for life?”
“Pardon?”
Ha. Lee Do-hyeon sighed deeply and roughly swept back his hair with his other hand, the one not being held. Ryu Jeong flinched and gripped his hand even tighter, as if clinging to a lifeline.
“If you’re worried about… pregnancy… I’m recessive, so I probably won’t get pregnant easily…”
“It’s not that I don’t know that.”
Then what on earth was the problem? Ryu Jeong looked like he was about to cry. Even seeing his pitifully distorted face, Lee Do-hyeon pretended not to notice and deliberately spoke in a cold voice. He wanted to knock his Omega down right away and knot him so he couldn’t escape. The desire to ejaculate generously inside him, to properly tie him down, hadn’t faded.
Of course, he had expected this to happen. He was only aroused because Ryu Jeong was looking at him with those beautiful, tearful eyes.
“It’s not that I don’t want to do it.”
“Then… then you can do it.”
“Ryu Jeong, you know that it’s not a decision that can be made so easily.”
“I want you to do it…”
“You want me to… do it.” Lee Do-hyeon repeated Ryu Jeong’s words verbatim, feeling miserable. His throat was parched. His head went blank. He had only intended to look at Ryu Jeong a little longer, but it had dragged on and on, leading to this mess. He wondered if he should call Chief Yoon right now and get suppressants.
While his mind, which had regained some reason, was hesitating, his cock, which had been half-erect under the gown, stiffened. He put his hand on the bed, and the small hand connected to his flinched. It hesitated as if it were about to fall off, then eventually covered his entire hand, pulling him closer.
“President…”
Ryu Jeong brought Lee Do-hyeon’s hand to his lips. He buried his tender lips in the rough palm, calloused in places, and pleaded. Lee Do-hyeon bit his lip tightly at the frail voice. And soon, the bed tilted heavily.
“Umm…”
Lee Do-hyeon strongly pulled away his hand, which was being held by Ryu Jeong, and lightly climbed onto his lying body. He pulled back the blanket, revealing the body that had been cleaned while he was unconscious. The bodily fluids dried on his skin and the semen filling his hole had been removed, but the bite marks and red marks remained, making it all too erotic.
Lee Do-hyeon moaned lowly and immediately pressed his lips together. He moistened the lips, which had quickly dried again despite being fed water, with his tongue, and wildly intertwined his tongue with the shyly protruding, soft tongue. He sucked and slurped as if sucking on a sweet candy, and Ryu Jeong’s earlobe subtly flushed. He couldn’t help but feel impatient because of the rut that hadn’t ended, but his heart fluttered as Lee Do-hyeon seemed to have returned to his usual, gentle self.
Lee Do-hyeon, who had taken off his gown while intertwining tongues, lightly parted Ryu Jeong’s legs and immediately brought his cock to the thickly swollen entrance. Because it was so swollen that there was no room to squeeze in, the tip kept slipping. As a result, Ryu Jeong’s round scrotum and soft genitals were threatened by the menacingly erect cock. Ryu Jeong, whose cock was not even half-erect compared to Lee Do-hyeon’s, groaned, his throat trembling at the forcibly aroused sensitivity.
“Ah… uh, President…”
As soon as his tongue and lips parted, he took a sharp breath. Before he could even catch his breath, his lips went down and bit down on the nipple, which had a rough, peeling surface. A stinging pain shot up. He shook his head, and Lee Do-hyeon, who only raised his eyes to check his reaction, gently rubbed it with his wide tongue. It felt like all his nerves were melting away at the gentle sensation.
Despite having inserted, shaken, and ejaculated all along, Lee Do-hyeon usually melted Ryu Jeong with tenderness. Unlike when he was screaming with pleasure, Ryu Jeong moaned as if sobbing at the caresses that were more ticklish than anything else.
“Heuh, President… uh, stop…”
He was so persistently caressed everywhere except his hole that he finally became impatient. Ryu Jeong bit his lips tightly, trying to hold back his embarrassing request, but he couldn’t bear it any longer and spread his legs, asking him to hurry up and insert it. He put his feet on the bed and pushed with force, lifting his hips, and Lee Do-hyeon, who had been tracing the soft flesh inside his thighs with his lips, straightened up.
Then, he responded to Ryu Jeong’s expectations. He put his hands under his knees, lifted him up even higher, aligned his glans with the clearly exposed hole, and thrust it in at once. The inner walls, which had begun to wetten again, tightly constricted his shaft and then loosely caressed it. Lee Do-hyeon groaned at the dizzying sensation and quickly moved his hips.
“Heut, ah, ah! Deep, it’s deep, euht, heuek, good, uh…!”
The cock, which stabbed deep into the hidden curves, retreated halfway and then dug in again. Physiological tears caused by pleasure streamed down his eyes. He had only been stabbed a few times, but semen was already dripping from the tip of his erect cock.
“Do you like it? Hueuh, me too… ah, shit… I think I’m going to cum.”
He seemed to have lost his self-control. Lee Do-hyeon, not taking his eyes off Ryu Jeong, who was whimpering and moaning, gritted his teeth at the dizzying sensation that made him feel like he was about to cum right away. Nevertheless, he did not slow down his movements that were stirring inside. He pounded the inside even faster and more violently, as if it wasn’t enough.
Each time he slammed into the inside, Ryu Jeong’s cock scattered thin semen into the air. Naturally, his back door also tightened. The tightening felt as if he was asking him to quickly squeeze out his semen, so Lee Do-hyeon pulled Ryu Jeong’s pelvis down and slammed his cock in.
Annoyed that the two legs wrapped around his waist kept slipping, he turned Ryu Jeong’s body to the side and lifted one leg, pounding him like a dog. Perhaps because only an ambiguous spot was being stabbed due to the turned position, he shook his head and burst into tears as if he was upset, and the position changed once again. He lifted his hips and shook, clutching a pillow that he didn’t know when he had torn.
“Heuh, President… inside, euheung, euht, quickly…”
“Quickly, ha, what do you want me to do?”
“Inside… aht, heuek! Cum, ah-euk, ah! Again, come out…!”
Ryu Jeong, who had been slightly shaking his hips according to Lee Do-hyeon’s hip movements, rubbed his wet face against the pillow and went there as it was. Thin water poured out from the tip of his swollen cock. While pushing the sheets with his instep and reaching his climax, he tightly constricted the cock that was still inside him. Lee Do-hyeon, who was looking down at the side of his face as he blankly muttered for him to cum quickly, felt like he had to cum right away, so he pulled his cock all the way out to the glans and thrust it into the deepest part.
In his head, which was mixed with pleasure to the point where he couldn’t think of anything, another desire suddenly sprang up. Lee Do-hyeon grabbed his plump buttocks and spread them further to the side. Ryu Jeong made a crying sound at the throbbing pain, but Lee Do-hyeon didn’t care.
The semen that had been ejaculated deep inside and hadn’t been able to be pulled out was pushed out by the continuous pounding and smeared all over the entrance of the hole. Seeing the hole, as well as his own cock shaft, glistening from the friction, the root of his cock began to tingle.
“Haeuh, eu, uh, ueuh… ah, it hurts, euheung…!”
“Ah… shit, fuck…”
It was knotting. Lee Do-hyeon, who instinctively realized it, fixed his cock even in the deeply located curve. Rather than pulling it out greatly, he stimulated it by shaking it finely with the glans on the deep spot, and soon the cock began to swell.
“Eu, heuk, wh, what… wa, it… President, ah, hak!”
“Just… stay still.”
The sensation of the cock, which was already filling the inside, swelling strangely was truly terrible. It was only natural that Ryu Jeong, who had only been screaming with pleasure, struggled to escape. Lee Do-hyeon frowned and tightly grabbed Ryu Jeong. He said he would get hurt, whispering in a voice that he had barely squeezed out, but it seemed he couldn’t hear him.
Eventually, Lee Do-hyeon overlapped his body behind Ryu Jeong’s prone back. When he turned his body to the side and lay down, Ryu Jeong covered his strangely swollen lower abdomen with his hands and curled his back. From the connected part, a pulse like drumming a drum throbbed. Soon, a huge amount of semen was shot into the innermost part of the hole.
“Heuek, heu…”
Ryu Jeong, who was rolling his wide eyes from side to side, burst into tears. The hot liquid was drumming in his stomach. The cock, which was tightly blocking the entrance, would shake his head in horror if he tried to move even a little, but he would let out a sweet moan at the pleasure accompanied by pain.
Sex with Lee Do-hyeon was always good, but this was the first time it was so good that it was scary. This was what knotting was. He realized this amazing thing only after experiencing it directly, but his mind kept blurring. He blinked his hazy eyes a few times, and tears trickled down again.
Just let me rest for a bit. Ryu Jeong, who only muttered earnestly in his heart, closed his eyes as it was.
Lee Do-hyeon did not let go of Ryu Jeong, who had fainted, until he had filled the hole with all the semen he could pour out.