By Zephyria 
It wasn’t surprising for an Alpha to react to an Omega’s pheromones, but it was a different story if that Alpha was Han Seung-jae.
Due to his father, he had smelled countless Omega scents. Some triggered headaches, and others caused his stomach to churn with repulsion.
While some scents seemed vaguely similar, no two were ever the same. Body temperature, the gaze of the eyes, hair fluttering in the wind, the way one held their back while walking, and their manner of speech—these were things that could not be replicated even if mimicked. Thus, it was only natural that the pheromones they conveyed felt different.
Han Seung-jae gazed at Seo Yi-kyung’s hair, which fluttered in the lukewarm breeze. The ends were curled roundly, damp with sweat. Han Seung-jae reached out and gently smoothed the ends of the hair. He looked down at the eyes-closed Seo Yi-kyung and leaned his upper body forward.
“It would be better if you kept pretending to sleep. If you wake up, it’ll be hard for me to hold back too.”
Burying his face in the damp collarbone, Han Seung-jae deeply inhaled the surging pheromones of wet roses. The more he did, the more his fragmented patience began to scatter. Soon, Han Seung-jae extended his tongue and lightly licked the collarbone. Even then, Seo Yi-kyung did not budge.
“This is troublesome. I don’t have a hobby of pouncing on sleeping people, but I feel like I might develop one.”
Han Seung-jae straightened his upper body and moved. He headed toward the bathroom.
* * *
Early in the morning, Seo Yi-kyung pushed away the blanket covering his chest and sat up. How long had he slept? His vision was so blurry that he felt half-asleep. He rubbed his eyes with his hands to clear his hazy sight.
Suddenly turning his head, Seo Yi-kyung’s sleep vanished in an instant. He looked down at Han Seung-jae sleeping beside him as if doubting his own eyes. Usually, by the time he woke up, Han Seung-jae had either left the room or was gone for work. Therefore, he had never seen Han Seung-jae while he was asleep.
But…
‘What do I do? Why is he sleeping next to me?’
Should he lie back down? Or should he leave the bed just like this? He agonized for a moment. He thought that if he walked on his tiptoes toward the door, he might not make a sound.
As if about to put his plan into action, Seo Yi-kyung lifted the blanket covering his waist. His fingertips trembled slightly, and his heart pounded. He painstakingly pulled one leg out from under the blanket. Just then, a long arm wrapped around his waist.
Thump. Seo Yi-kyung’s eyes shook at the hard sensation against his back. It wasn’t the feel of the bed he usually lay on. Furthermore, something hard poked deeply into his waist. W-what is this? Dumbfounded, Seo Yi-kyung clutched the blanket with one hand, not even daring to look back.
A low voice sounded above the head of Seo Yi-kyung, who was tucked tightly into Han Seung-jae’s embrace.
“The fever?”
“The… fever?”
Han Seung-jae moved the hand wrapped around his waist upward. His large hand pushed relentlessly inside Seo Yi-kyung’s shirt and fondled his chest. Seo Yi-kyung’s heart was on the verge of bursting. The thumping heartbeat was more than enough to be felt clearly. Han Seung-jae pinched a nipple between his fingers and squeezed.
“The fever has gone down a bit.”
One of Seo Yi-kyung’s eyes crinkled. Han Seung-jae caressed his chest and then pinched the tip of the nipple upward.
Seo Yi-kyung let go of the blanket and covered the back of Han Seung-jae’s hand moving inside his shirt. He tried to stop him from pulling the nipple further, but the more he did, the more explicit Han Seung-jae’s fingers became. Even the thing touching his waist was unusual.
Seo Yi-kyung tried to pull his waist away slightly. It was just as he twisted his hips to move forward.
“All night, I’ve been testing the limits of my patience.”
Han Seung-jae crushed the tip of the pinched nipple with his finger. Seo Yi-kyung, who stopped pulling his waist away, unconsciously parted his lips. Han Seung-jae moved the hand that had been fondling the chest downward and gripped Seo Yi-kyung’s iliac crest. Despite his efforts to pull away, he was dragged back in a single breath.
“It was a close call.”
Seo Yi-kyung had no idea what exactly had been a “close call.” Eventually, Han Seung-jae pressed his member against the crack of the buttocks. Since they were both clothed, it couldn’t enter the hole, but as the member dug in as if to split the entrance, Seo Yi-kyung’s body stiffened even more.
With his spine straight, Seo Yi-kyung shook his hips as Han Seung-jae held his iliac crest and rubbed his member against him.
“Hng, ugh.”
Seo Yi-kyung bit his lower lip, barely swallowing the moans that tried to escape. Han Seung-jae reached out with his other hand and pried open Seo Yi-kyung’s lips. He shoved his finger into Seo Yi-kyung’s mouth. While doing so, he stripped off the pants Seo Yi-kyung was wearing. Even the drawers, soaked with bodily fluids, were pulled off and hung around Seo Yi-kyung’s thighs. The scent of roses spreading through the room was even more erotic than before.
“Ah, ngh!”
Because of the member repeatedly touching the crack of his buttocks, Seo Yi-kyung bit down on Han Seung-jae’s finger in his mouth. This time, since his lower body was completely bare, he vividly felt the member scraping the crack of his buttocks and sliding toward the perineum.
Using the love fluid flowing from Seo Yi-kyung’s hole as lubricant, he moved back and forth as if thrusting. Every time the slick member frictioned against the perineum, Seo Yi-kyung felt his lower abdomen grow strange. His calves twitched with tremors, and his thighs shook violently.
“Relax. I’m holding back right now too.”
“Take it… hng… ugh, ngh…”
Due to Han Seung-jae’s finger playing with his tongue, Seo Yi-kyung’s words broke apart and scattered. Han Seung-jae’s finger rubbed the tender mucosa and probed deeper, tracing the neat alignment of his teeth.
Saliva pooled under his tongue and flowed past his lips. Seo Yi-kyung raised his hand and grabbed Han Seung-jae’s wrist. Even then, his hips were tossing and turning.
“Hng, ngh. Take it… out… nng…”
Heat rose from the perineum where Han Seung-jae’s member scraped past. Consequently, Seo Yi-kyung’s erect member dangled up and down.
When Han Seung-jae pulled his finger out of the mouth, Seo Yi-kyung’s breath came out raggedly.
“Haa…”
Han Seung-jae pressed Seo Yi-kyung’s thighs tightly together. He then inserted his member between them and rubbed. Seo Yi-kyung thought it would split his hole and enter at any moment, but he simply rubbed his member between the thighs.
“…?”
The confusion was brief. Seo Yi-kyung had no choice but to move his waist back and forth according to Han Seung-jae’s movements.
The tightly gripped iliac crest felt stinging. Nevertheless, because of the member scraping the perineum and moving along the crack of the buttocks, he had no time to feel the pain. Han Seung-jae toyed with the hole and moved down again.
“Hng, ngh…”
Seo Yi-kyung curled his lower lip inward and bit it, suppressing the sound. Eventually, he pulled up the blanket and bit into it between his teeth. Seeing this, Han Seung-jae’s brow furrowed, and he grabbed Seo Yi-kyung’s member.
Because he was being rubbed from both the front and back since morning, he had no time to gather his thoughts. The heat felt from below caused sweat to bead on Seo Yi-kyung’s forehead. Soon, a heavy sound of breathing was heard behind him. He continuously massaged Seo Yi-kyung’s member until he ejaculated.
As he pulled his waist back, the semen flowing from the tip of the member was dripping down, wetting Seo Yi-kyung’s thighs.
Han Seung-jae let go of the member he had been gripping. He felt the slippery bodily fluids on his fingertips. He didn’t even feel a sense of unpleasantness. He simply gazed at Seo Yi-kyung’s back. The buttocks, smeared with love fluid and semen, were flushed red. It was likely because he had rubbed and scraped them with his member.
“How long are you going to stay like that?”
Han Seung-jae turned Seo Yi-kyung over. His red eyes and eyelashes were wet with either sweat or tears. Han Seung-jae brushed the corner of the eye with his finger.
“I didn’t even fuck you.”
Tsk. Han Seung-jae clicked his tongue lowly. He had exerted all his patience to endure the urge to split the hole and drive inside.
Whether he knew it or not, Seo Yi-kyung hurriedly pulled the blanket over his head. Soon, he hesitantly moved his hands to cover his exposed buttocks with the blanket.
Even so, the pheromones filling the room could not be hidden. Han Seung-jae climbed onto the bed, swept back his hair, and pulled down the blanket Seo Yi-kyung was covering himself with.
“I’ll wash you.”
“I-I can do it alone.”
“I get it, so come out.”
Seo Yi-kyung moved his hands inside the blanket. Seeing the gestures as if he were adjusting his pants and underwear, Han Seung-jae abruptly snatched the blanket away.
“You’re going to take them off to wash anyway, so why bother putting them on?”
Han Seung-jae put both hands under Seo Yi-kyung’s armpits to lift him up, then took the still-unbuttoned Seo Yi-kyung into the bathroom.
“…Is it too hot?”
At Han Seung-jae’s words, Seo Yi-kyung shook his head. He placed Seo Yi-kyung in the bubbling bathtub and walked toward the shower booth.
Swoosh—
Seo Yi-kyung stole a glance at him. As someone who had exercised for many years, his body was full of hard muscles. Watching the water flow along his shoulders, Seo Yi-kyung slowly relaxed his knees, which had been tense. Nothing hurt. He had slept deeply. Except for the lingering illusion that a hard member was still pressed between his thighs.