By Zephyria 
“Nngh……”
Han Seung-jae’s finger rubbed against the tender mucosa inside Seo Yi-kyung’s cheek. He traced the even row of teeth and pressed against the roof of the mouth. The soft flesh scraped against the hard knuckles. Saliva that Yi-kyung couldn’t swallow leaked past his lips.
“Huu…… mmp…… ngh……”
The only sound in the room was Yi-kyung’s ragged breathing. A wet, squelching sound was added to it. Before long, three fingers had entered Yi-kyung’s mouth.
Suddenly, Han Seung-jae’s gaze shifted toward the door. It was unlocked. Anyone could open it and walk in.
If it were up to him, he wanted to just ram his cock in right now, but he hadn’t forgotten where they were. And weren’t countless members of his household right here on the floor below? Not that it bothered him that much. He had already been faithful to his duties all evening.
It was already past midnight.
“Ugh!”
Yi-kyung’s Adam’s apple trembled, perhaps because Han Seung-jae’s finger had poked his throat. Han Seung-jae pulled his finger back slightly, then pressed and rubbed firmly against the top of the tongue. A ring, glistening with saliva, spun in a full circle.
“I told you, do you even know what this is before you try to swallow it?”
His low voice almost sounded like he was admonishing him. He stared at Yi-kyung’s reddened eyes. Before he knew it, the corners of the eyes were damp with tears.
Long eyelashes fluttered. As Han Seung-jae’s finger roamed over the tongue and moved closer to the throat, Yi-kyung bared his teeth. Regardless, Han Seung-jae pushed his fingers deeper.
Suddenly, Yi-kyung reached out and placed his hand between Han Seung-jae’s legs. It seemed like he was trying to push him away, but to Han Seung-jae, it felt different. It felt like he was rubbing. He even gripped the fully engorged member.
Ah. A heavy breath escaped between Han Seung-jae’s teeth. Blood rushed to one place, making his pubic bone ache. Han Seung-jae’s cock had been erect for a while now. With the Omega’s pheromones overflowing in the room like this, there was no way his body wouldn’t react.
Especially since he hadn’t had sex lately. Part of it was because of Seo Yi-kyung’s hand, and Han Seung-jae’s schedule played a part as well. He had been scraping together what little patience he had to satisfy himself with his fingers. He didn’t know how many times he had crushed the urge to rip through Yi-kyung’s suit pants and shove his cock inside.
“Hngh……”
Unable to even close his mouth, Yi-kyung let out a sobbing sound. Yet, he could neither push the fingers away nor suck on them. He bit down hard enough to leave teeth marks, but Han Seung-jae’s hand didn’t stay in one place. It roamed over the tongue as if thrusting.
“Ugh, ngh……”
Yi-kyung’s moans leaked out repeatedly. With his other hand, Han Seung-jae pulled down and finished undoing the tie. His eyes remained fixed on one spot.
A black tie stretched long like a snake around Han Seung-jae’s fingers. He withdrew the fingers he had been jamming into the mouth and used the tie to wind around Yi-kyung’s wrist—the one touching his cock. As the saliva-soaked fingers brushed against the tie a few times, it became slippery. Han Seung-jae tied the end to the sofa.
Han Seung-jae undid his suit buttons. The dark-colored suit, brushing past his broad shoulders, was placed on the table before sliding to the floor. The cufflinks on Han Seung-jae’s sleeves glistened.
Lying on the sofa with his right hand tied by the tie, Yi-kyung’s shoulders heaved violently. Secretary Park was taking too long to bring the suppressant. It wasn’t as if there were no other way just because there was no suppressant.
An Omega in their heat period sends pheromones far and wide to attract Alphas. And wasn’t an Alpha right here? He just had to draw out the heat from that feverish body.
He grabbed the belt of the struggling, panting Yi-kyung. Then, with his right hand still raised and tied, Yi-kyung used his left hand to open the buckle. And as if helping Han Seung-jae, he twisted his waist, driven by a surge of frustration.
The white suit and drawers were stripped off at once. Yi-kyung’s member, suddenly springing out, wavered. The space between his thighs was dotted with love fluid, making it slick.
Han Seung-jae slid his hand behind Yi-kyung’s knees and folded his legs up. The stiffly erect member shook. The hole revealed between the spread legs twitched. Han Seung-jae rubbed the wrinkled opening with his finger. Because love fluid had been flowing continuously, it seemed he could just jam his cock in as is. With his free hand, he removed his own belt.
Yi-kyung’s waist trembled violently. This was because the white sandalwood scent pheromones beginning to emanate from Han Seung-jae’s body were practically explosive. Soon after, he undid the buckle and lowered the zipper.
Han Seung-jae pulled out his member, which had been showing a thick, straight silhouette inside the slightly revealed drawers. Then, he stroked the glans, which had a thin foreskin and a thick head.
As he rubbed it back and forth a few times, fluid leaked from the tip of the urethra.
Yi-kyung’s body shuddered. Because one knee was folded up, he shivered at the sensation of something brushing past his wide-open bottom. The tip of the glans brushed the scrotum, scraped the exposed perineum, and moved downward. The fluid from the tip of the member left long streaks wherever it passed.
Han Seung-jae rubbed his cock along the butt crack. The lewd hole gasped, scraping the tip of the glans. The erotic inner flesh of the twitching hole was so drenched in love fluid that it was beyond wet—it was humid.
“Since when did you get this wet?”
Han Seung-jae clicked his tongue lowly, then slowly aligned his member with the hole and pressed. Yi-kyung felt a chill at the sensation of the interlocking hole widening. As he pressed firmly, the drenched hole opened with a squelching sound. The sensation of the hot inner walls wrapping around the member was dizzying. Han Seung-jae’s eyes narrowed.
“Ha, ah!”
Yi-kyung pulled down on his right hand, which was tied with the tie. His hips trembled as the hole stretched to its limit. Then, he tightly clenched Han Seung-jae’s member, which had filled him deep inside.
The member pressed against Yi-kyung’s lower abdomen throbbed, and fluid surged out. Consequently, mucus stretched like threads across his pale belly and the tip of his member.
Han Seung-jae pulled back and then thrust his hips upward. From that rebound, fluid splashed from Yi-kyung’s member.
The large sofa was big enough for two people to lie on. Nevertheless, Yi-kyung’s body was gradually being pushed into one corner.
Han Seung-jae put more strength into the hands behind the knees. Yi-kyung’s thighs spread wide, and the tailbone of his curled-up buttocks twitched slightly.
Han Seung-jae looked down at the junction where his cock was held. As much as he pulled back, semen leaked from the crushed hole. It felt as if the red inner flesh, hot enough to burn, was clinging to the cock and following it.
Whenever he exposed the glans and then rammed it in to the root, the widened hole made an erotic, squelching sound.
“Hng, ugh, ugh……”
Yi-kyung’s sobbing seeped into the sound. Because Han Seung-jae was thrusting into the back but not touching the front, Yi-kyung was rubbing himself. This, too, was not by choice. It was merely an action to release the heat that felt like it would explode.
As if he didn’t like that behavior, Han Seung-jae pushed Yi-kyung’s hand away and gripped his member instead, slowly rubbing upward with his thumb. Then, he used his nail to scrape the inside of the foreskin. Simultaneously, he shoved his member deep inside, as if carving a path through the narrow hole.
“Ha, ah…… ah!”
Every time he stabbed deep inside, the twitching of the member gripped in his hand was transmitted clearly. Han Seung-jae rubbed Yi-kyung’s member up and down, then lightly squeezed the tip of the glans. At that, the hot inner walls tightly gripped Han Seung-jae’s member.
“Want me to let you come?”
Han Seung-jae looked down blankly at Yi-kyung, who was panting heavily and nodding his head frantically.
Sweat-soaked hair clung to his forehead. His cheeks were beyond reddish; they were practically baked red. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes due to the heat, and traces of blood that had formed and disappeared remained on his lips. The tie was haphazardly lowered, and the shirt buttons were undone.
Perhaps because the suit jacket he was wearing was white, his untainted face looked clean. In contrast, the situation below was different. His thighs were drenched and spread wide, and the hole stretched to its limit was lewdly chewing on the cock. The butt crack had a path carved by flowing love fluid and semen.
He probably didn’t even know who was currently fucking him.
Han Seung-jae slowly rubbed the gripped member. That alone seemed to be a stimulus, as Yi-kyung’s flanks convulsed slightly. His chest, gradually filling with anticipation, swelled, and his breathing grew rapid. However, when the hand stopped abruptly and the pleasure that had soared up his spine vanished, Yi-kyung’s hazy eyes looked at Han Seung-jae.
Yi-kyung tried to lower his right hand tied with the tie but gave up, covering Han Seung-jae’s back of the hand with his left. He tried to move the hand, but it didn’t budge an inch.
“Haa…… haa……”
Eventually, Yi-kyung gently shook his hips. He moved slowly but steadily. Accordingly, his buttocks, crushed against the sofa, shifted, and the narrow hole took in and spat out the member.
“It’s new every time I see it. But at this rate, will we finish today?”
Han Seung-jae lazily lifted the foreskin of the glans with his fingertip and rubbed the shaft downward. Yi-kyung’s lower lip trembled. To that extent, the crushed inner walls were shaking. That vibration was transmitted entirely to Han Seung-jae.
“Lift your head.”
Did those words even reach his ears? Yi-kyung’s head slowly rose.
Han Seung-jae leaned his upper body forward. As if trapping him in his arms, he licked Yi-kyung’s lower lip. The metallic taste of blood lingered in his mouth. That spurred him on and kept exciting him. The blood gathered below put strong pressure on his pubic bone.
Han Seung-jae’s hips moved rhythmically. His hand did the same. Han Seung-jae rammed his member all the way into the hole, then pulled it out completely to the root. The hole, smeared with love fluid, was slick. His hand began to move up and down slightly faster.
“Hng, ugh…… nngh……”
He sucked on Yi-kyung’s lower lip and pushed his tongue deep into the mouth, intertwining them. Was it because he had been drinking wine? The tongue was sweet. It wasn’t enough. The more he ate, the more thirsty he became.
“Stick your tongue out more.”
He scraped the tender inside of the mouth, sucked the fleeing tongue, and gathered all the saliva that couldn’t be swallowed.
Yi-kyung’s right hand, wrapped in the tie, struggled several times. Eventually, he reached out with his left hand and pulled Han Seung-jae’s back. Yi-kyung’s lips parted as he gripped the dark vest with a full hand. He shuddered, his entire body trembling violently. Fluid poured out in surges from the tip of Yi-kyung’s member held in Han Seung-jae’s grip.
“Haa…… haa…… ha……”
Yi-kyung, who had been panting continuously, slowly closed his eyelids. The strength left Yi-kyung’s hand, and he let go of the vest he had been clutching.
At the same time, Han Seung-jae let out a heavy breath and pulled his hips back. The thick tip of the glans scraped the hole and slid out. The frothy hole was slightly open. Han Seung-jae reached out and traced the folds. It wasn’t torn or anything.
When he inserted a finger to check the inside, Yi-kyung opened his eyes. Meeting Yi-kyung’s gaze, Han Seung-jae inserted one more finger. A squelching sound flowed from his fingertips.
The inner walls that had been gripping his cock until a moment ago were soft. Han Seung-jae spoke in a low voice, as if admonishing Yi-kyung.
“Don’t suck it like you’re so starved for it. Do you know where you are right now?”