By Zephyria 
The day In-ho first met Haon, he was quite drunk. Since he was the type who didn’t show it much, those around him might not have noticed, but his consciousness was so hazy that alcohol felt like water.
It had been a particularly bad day. He had tried to erase the shadows cast over his mind with alcohol. If that didn’t work, he had intended to try something else.
“I’m hungry….”
Before he could, Haon caught him. With hands wet with tears, he clung on desperately. As if he would simply die if In-ho pushed him away.
“I… I’m hungry….”
Muttering in a slurred voice, Haon rubbed his nose against In-ho’s neck. Even though he couldn’t sense pheromones, he buried his nose against the skin and inhaled, as if trying to drink in his scent.
“We’re almost there.”
Recalling their first meeting, In-ho stroked Haon’s hair and told him to hold on just a little longer.
Sitting on his lap, Haon couldn’t stay still for a moment, his limbs twitching. The two were sitting in the back seat of a long sedan, not the sports car In-ho had arrived in. It was a car that the driver and secretary had rushed out in at a single call from In-ho.
“Haon, just bear with it a little longer.”
In-ho carefully touched a cheek bruised red, trying to meet his eyes. However, Haon’s trembling pupils bypassed In-ho and remained fixed on the window.
Whenever the car stopped briefly, Haon would burst into tears and struggle, as if seeking help from the outside. To an uninformed stranger, it would have looked like a kidnapping.
“Ugh, my stomach… it hurts so much.”
Haon sobbed, clutching his thin stomach as if pinching it. It seemed the intense hunger was now manifesting as physical pain.
“I feel like… I’m going to die….”
Heat rose to his forehead, which was beaded with cold sweat. Feeling like he needed to put something in his mouth, In-ho offered the mouth of a water bottle, but the sobbing only grew more violent.
Haon didn’t want something like water; he wanted food that could fill his stomach. Even though he couldn’t even keep it down.
Before leaving the restroom, Haon had vomited up all the popcorn that had been shoved down his throat. Having seen that, In-ho couldn’t bring himself to give him food.
“Should I give him some chocolate?”
The secretary sitting in the passenger seat asked, unable to watch Haon incessantly searching for food. He was the personal secretary to the owner’s family of the Hansung Group.
“Or perhaps a nearby restaurant—”
“That’s enough.”
At the sharp refusal, the secretary bowed his head with a stoic expression. He seemed very accustomed to In-ho’s cold demeanor. He also seemed quite used to cleaning up the messes In-ho made, as he didn’t ask for the detailed circumstances.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t curious. Though he didn’t show it outwardly, he wondered why In-ho—who had been quiet since coming to Korea—had beaten someone like a dog. Furthermore, he wondered who that Omega was for In-ho to cherish him so much.
“Ah, ngh.”
Clutching his stomach, Haon let out a feverish moan. The driver and secretary tried their best to shut their ears and avoid paying attention to the back seat.
“How much longer?”
“We will arrive within ten minutes.”
Hearing the secretary’s calm answer, In-ho sighed and took off his jacket to cover Haon’s legs.
“Turn the music up.”
The secretary immediately pressed the play button and increased the volume. The Omega’s wet moans were drowned out by the loud music.
Click. Opening the front door while holding Haon in one arm, In-ho briefly leaned the limp body against the inner door. Then, he sat on the floor and took off Haon’s shoes one by one.
Having become exhausted after stepping out of the car, Haon only moved his lips silently. Judging by the shape of his mouth, he seemed to be repeating words searching for food.
Despite having no strength to push In-ho away or hold onto him, his lower half remained rigidly erect.
“Shall we go to your room, Haon?”
In-ho asked, hoping Haon would hear his voice and meet his eyes.
“Or do you want to go up?”
The empty, vacant look in Haon’s eyes made In-ho feel distressed. It was heartbreaking to see Haon suffering from the abnormalities of his own body.
Thinking about how he had to scavenge for any random food and then survive on only liquids for days after his heat ended, In-ho couldn’t stop sighing.
“Haon.”
Forcing his expression to soften, he called Haon in a gentle tone. Those round eyes, which usually watched him even without being called, would not look at him. He was simply staring blankly into the air.
Please look at me.
“Haon-ah.”
After calling him “Haon-ssi” repeatedly, he tried calling his name intimately. It was because Haon was gripping the inner door tightly. He had called him gently because he couldn’t force a Haon who was terrified to the point of trembling any further.
Should I wait until Haon’s tension eases a bit? Or should I just… As he wiped his troubled face, he suddenly locked eyes with those deep brown pupils. Surprisingly, Haon was looking back at In-ho.
“…Yes.”
A slow response came back, as if reacting to the call. Startled, In-ho soon leaned down to match Haon’s eye level.
“Do you not want to go in?”
Haon nodded.
“Why?”
The frightened eyes fled back to the void. Trembling his lower lip and swallowing repeatedly, Haon eventually repeated the same words.
“Hungry….”
He was in no state to hold a conversation. In-ho gently stroked the back of Haon’s hand, which was tense with effort.
“Haon-ah, let’s go in.”
When he called his name again, the strength in the hand gripping the inner door slowly faded.
“I’ll give you something delicious.”
Upon hearing that he would be given food, Haon opened his mouth and reached out toward In-ho. In-ho willingly offered his embrace and easily lifted the trembling body.
Holding the feverishly hot body dearly, he walked not toward the kitchen, but into the bedroom.
“Haa, ah…!”
Haon’s thighs trembled convulsively as he came for the nth time.
Semen mixed with sweat trickled down between his tight, rounded buttocks. In-ho rubbed it wide like a lotion, gripping the pelvis even more firmly.
He continued the thrusting, giving Haon no time to even process the sensation of climax. Trembling, Haon gasped for air and gripped the blanket. In-ho reached out his hand, signaling for him to hold onto him, but Haon only gripped the blanket tighter.
With a short sigh, In-ho rested one of Haon’s legs on his shoulder and inserted himself even deeper. Simultaneously, a moan resembling a scream erupted from Haon’s wide-open mouth.
In-ho’s brow furrowed slightly at the cracked voice. However, he did not stop the act until the end.
In-ho pushed him until Haon’s strength was completely spent. Even while Haon was dry-heaving, In-ho held the thin body and thrust into the inner walls.
Only when Haon gasped as if he truly couldn’t take it anymore did In-ho briefly stop his hip movements to wipe away the tears. Stroking the swollen eyelids, he spent a long time wiping and licking the reddened corners of the eyes with his hands and mouth.
Then, before long, Haon, whose crying had subsided, moved his pelvis first. Just like now.
“More, ugh, more….”
When In-ho didn’t bury himself to the root, Haon tried to put his own hand inside his hole, as if trying to widen the entrance himself.
In-ho stopped that hand, laid his thighs overlapping, and dug deep into the inner walls. The narrow hole, already loosened to the limit, swallowed In-ho’s member to the end without needing to be forced open.
On the bed where conversation had vanished, only the erotic sound of wet flesh slapping together echoed.
Their bodies were connected without a moment’s rest, but their gazes were not. In-ho looked at Haon throughout, but Haon’s empty brown eyes only faced the ceiling or the wall.
“Haa….”
Removing the condom with sweat-soaked hands, In-ho touched his throbbing forehead. The headache that had quieted down after taking painkillers began to flare up again.
After covering the sprawled body of Haon with the blanket, he picked up all the trash on the floor. He pushed the trash into an empty condom box and left the room.
Coming out of the dark room, the bright lights hit his eyes. Outside the living room window, which had no curtains, thick raindrops were still falling.
It had been raining without cease for two days. Just like the persistent rain, Haon’s arousal would not subside.
For two days, every time Haon woke from sleep, In-ho held him until he fainted again. If his bottom wasn’t filled, Haon kept searching for food. Because he wouldn’t stop crying unless something was put inside his body, In-ho spent almost the entire day as one with Haon.
Maybe he’ll be a bit better tomorrow.
After putting on a thin gown, he sat at the kitchen table and drank water. Since his thirst wasn’t quenched, he drank a can of beer, which made the headache even more severe.
Eventually, he threw away the beer, which wasn’t even half-empty, and looked for headache medicine. Knowing it wasn’t good to take it with alcohol, he put the pill in his mouth. He had heard his doctor tell him to quit drinking until he was sick of it, but he had no intention of quitting.
Often, in the deep dawn when Haon was asleep, he would come out to the living room alone and drink. He sought alcohol almost every single day without fail.
What was it that made him rely on alcohol? If Haon had seen that, he surely would have been curious. But Haon did not know that In-ho could not fall asleep without alcohol.
He didn’t know that In-ho would sink into a deep depression upon hearing the sound of rain, or that he hated the silent stillness and thus called people or attended meaningless drinking parties.
There was still so much Haon didn’t know about In-ho. He didn’t know a single thing properly.
Thump!
While In-ho was staring blankly out the gloomy window, a loud noise came from the room where Haon was sleeping. Correcting his blurred focus, In-ho immediately headed toward the room following the sound.
He woke up again.
Haon, having fallen off the bed, was crawling toward the small refrigerator next to the nightstand. Perhaps because there was no strength in his legs, he crawled forward using only his arms.
Lifting Haon up and laying him back on the bed, In-ho checked his still hot breath. It seemed the estrus was far from over. Perhaps because he no longer had the strength to even make a sound, Haon searched for food with only his eyes.
After laying the exhausted body flat, In-ho released his pheromones. He intended to excite Haon further and then make him fall asleep from exhaustion.
“Ah….”
As he stroked the twitching entrance, parting the wet gluteal cleft, a moan erupted. Even without looking, he could feel the tender flesh was swollen. I wonder how much he’ll suffer when he wakes up.
Unaware of his concern, Haon opened his wet mouth wide, searching for the entity that would satisfy his hunger. Reading the gaze that desired a kiss, In-ho filled both the top and the bottom.
As if pouring water on a goldfish abandoned on parched land, he held him and held him again. For as long as Haon wanted, until the night was gone.