By Zephyria 
“I want you to put it in.”
Haon added clearly.
Despite expressing his opinion so boldly, he couldn’t even meet In-ho’s eyes properly. Still, he did not back down.
“It really doesn’t hurt.”
In truth, even if it did hurt, he wanted to go all the way with In-ho. However, he thought In-ho would dislike it if he said that, so he intentionally insisted that it didn’t hurt.
If what In-ho said was true—that his body belonged to In-ho and In-ho’s body belonged to him—he wanted to demand why they couldn’t just do whatever they wanted. But he didn’t have the courage to say that, so he conveyed his feelings through his expression instead.
He felt as if In-ho’s steady gaze on his face could read his innermost thoughts. Haon knew that In-ho was observing every single one of his expressions meticulously. He now knew how much In-ho considered him, cherished him, and cared for him.
That’s probably why he’s not thinking of going all the way.
Haon swallowed hard and glanced at the bulge between In-ho’s thighs. Judging by the distinct outline, he seemed almost fully erect, yet In-ho’s expression remained calm.
He was watching Haon with his usual composed face. At least, that was how it looked on the surface.
However, inside, a spark had fallen and things were boiling over. In-ho sensed that if Haon took just one more step forward, he would no longer be able to hold back. He had already reached his limit.
The desire surged so strongly it caused a headache, but he held onto his reason and examined Haon. His body, unable to even take antipyretics, was hot, and his cold had not yet recovered. He certainly needed rest. Moreover, the aftereffects of the heat remained clung to his entire body.
He must not overdo it today. Absolutely not.
Barely suppressing a sigh, In-ho maintained a smile and brushed back Haon’s damp hair. He was about to tell him to just sleep for today when—
Suddenly, Haon shifted his body, spread his legs wide, and sat atop In-ho’s thighs. Then, he tried to wedge In-ho’s hardened lower body between his perineum. He even fumbled with the trouser buckle with trembling hands.
Exhaling a long breath, In-ho rubbed his throbbing forehead and watched Haon. Hesitation was etched on Haon’s pale face, as if he couldn’t bring himself to push him away.
Hands as soft as his inner flesh loosened the buckle and touched his lower abdomen. There was no way he could easily refuse.
The moment those trembling fingertips hesitated briefly and then invaded the drawers, In-ho’s patience, which had already worn thin, completely shattered. It was exactly what Haon had wanted.
In-ho wrapped his hand over the back of Haon’s, making him grip his member together, and pressed their lips together. He entwined his tongue with Haon’s, inhaling a shaky breath as he opened the nightstand drawer again. Just as he had when taking out the ointment.
Greedily sucking on Haon’s saliva, he pressed the mucous membrane of the mouth with the tip of his tongue as if giving a warning and scraped deep against the roof of the mouth. Haon felt every cell in his body stand on end at In-ho’s unusually rough kiss. Just the feeling of In-ho gripping his buttocks tightly made his toes curl.
“Haon-ssi.”
“Ugh, ah…!”
In-ho rubbed Haon’s genitals strongly against his own, which stood menacingly as if ready to crush him. At a stimulation even more intense than pressure masturbation, Haon’s fine hairs stood on end; he couldn’t even answer and simply clung to In-ho. This only increased the pressure on his pressed genitals.
Despite having ejaculated not long ago, Haon’s member quickly became hard. Now lying on the sheets, Haon panted with feverish breaths, caressing In-ho’s cheek and neck. He did so with great persistence, as if trying to carve In-ho’s image into the lines of his palms.
Between the sounds of ragged breathing, the rapid sounds of a small box being torn open and thin plastic packaging being peeled away echoed. Haon kissed In-ho’s chin after the kiss stopped and licked his neck with his tongue while waiting for him. These were all things he had learned from In-ho.
In-ho’s thick Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he looked at Haon. He rubbed his hard member, now covered with a condom, against Haon’s pale inner thigh. Simultaneously, a fragile moan, like that of a young animal, escaped Haon’s throat.
Haon’s bottom was already wet. His swollen hole twitched intermittently as if anticipating the insertion. It was all evidence that Haon was an Omega. Even if pheromones weren’t flowing out, the aroused Haon was leaking a slick fluid that washed away the ointment he had carefully applied.
In-ho coated the tip of his glans with that clear fluid and stroked the smooth perineum.
“Do you want to get on top, Haon-ssi?”
His voice was slightly different than usual.
“Whatever you prefer. Do it in whatever position is comfortable for you, Haon-ssi.”
A faint urgency could be felt in In-ho’s voice, mixed with a slightly faster pace and rough breaths. His expression no longer looked composed.
“Everything…”
After admiring In-ho’s disheveled appearance for a moment, Haon murmured with all his heart. It was a phrase he used almost as often as “I’m okay.”
“Everything is… fine…”
He had uttered those words countless times, but it felt as though he had never spoken them with such sincerity as he did today. At least, that was how it appeared to In-ho.
With a faint smile, In-ho kissed Haon’s hot forehead, and the fingertips that had been touching his thigh dug into the deep folds.
“Ngh—.”
Twisting his waist, Haon welcomed the finger pushing into him and spread his legs further. A shallow fear floated on his sweat-drenched face, but a greater excitement held the center of his being.
“In-ho, ssi…”
Haon opened his moist eyes wide, trying to clearly confirm who he was being held by.
“Yes, Haon-ssi.”
As if noticing that anxious heart, In-ho looked back at Haon with clearer eyes and kissed him. Every time Haon called him, he answered “Yes, Haon-ssi” immediately without a single gap.
On the bed filled with hot breaths, the names of the two, repeated countless times, piled up. Haon and In-ho—this was a bed where only these two names could ascend. No one else could intervene. It was a space for only In-ho and Haon.
“Ah, hng…”
As the fingers that had sufficiently widened his inside slid out, Haon’s tensed stomach concave. In-ho scanned the body that was so thin that the bones were almost exposed. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn’t get used to such a gaunt body. Since he likely wouldn’t be able to eat properly for a while, he would lose even more weight.
It pained In-ho’s heart to feel as if he were losing him as Haon wasted away. He didn’t want to lose a single gram, not even a single strand of hair. Contrary to his wishes, Haon grew thin easily and was often injured.
“In-ho ssi.”
Then, Haon called him.
“I’m cold…”
He was speaking the truth. It felt as if cool air was lingering between his wide-open thighs because In-ho hadn’t filled him yet. Haon leaned his wide-spread legs gently against In-ho’s knees, urging him silently.
His expression and tone were completely mismatched with his bold actions, but that made him even more lovely.
In-ho bit into Haon’s flushed cheek, gently caressed his thighs and perineum, and placed the tip of his glans against the hole.
“Haa…”
Haon took a deep breath, and his stomach became even more concave. Despite being widened for a long time, the moist hole could not easily accept In-ho’s penis. Haon appeared much more stable than last time, but he unconsciously grit his teeth at the pain of the narrow entrance being split open.
It hurt much more than he expected. Perhaps because the inner walls were swollen and the entrance had become narrower, insertion was not easy. Haon’s thigh muscles already began to spasm slightly.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?”
“Don’t… don’t pull out…”
Haon was terrified that In-ho might stop. Fortunately, In-ho did not withdraw the glans, which was barely hooked on the edge. Instead, he took off the top he was wearing, revealing his drenched body. In-ho was sweating just as much as Haon.
“I hate it when you’re in pain, Haon-ssi.”
Licking the saliva flowing from the corner of his thin lips, In-ho sat up.
“If I stop now, you’ll be angry, Haon-ssi. You’ll be upset.”
When he raised an eyebrow and asked for an answer, Haon nodded quickly while panting. He even frowned slightly, implying that he would be very angry.
In-ho understood that feeling exactly. As he always did.
“That’s even scarier. Just bear with it for a little bit.”
Just a little. With a low whisper, he gripped Haon’s pelvis with both hands. He slowly lifted the trembling waist and carefully continued the insertion, then began to shake while enveloping Haon’s genitals.
Startled by the sudden, intense stimulation, both legs and waist floated up. Simultaneously, In-ho used a smooth movement to forcefully split the narrow inner wall and enter.
A moan close to a scream erupted from Haon’s mouth.
Having inserted himself almost to the root, In-ho repeated the thrusts, searching for the spot that made Haon feel. He pushed forward quickly, not giving Haon time to feel the pain.
“Ah, ah! Hng…! Ah!”
Every time the wet flesh moved in and out of the narrow hole, a squelching, moist sound echoed. Haon’s legs, which had been floating in the air, soon wrapped around In-ho’s waist.
Every time In-ho repeatedly hit the same spot, Haon felt the illusion of his vision turning white. His genitals, which had shrunk due to the pain of the first insertion, again welcomed the pleasure, dripping clear fluid.
In-ho gently rubbed the lower abdomen that held him, using the pre-cum Haon had leaked. Seeing that Haon no longer seemed to be in pain, he leaned his upper body down as if he had been waiting.
Haon, reaching out desperately with both arms, was searching for his lips. The moment their lips collided, Haon hugged In-ho’s broad body tightly, allowing no gap. The member pushing deep inside was overwhelming, but he only continued to apply more strength.
Haon did not hold back the moans erupting from his throat, letting them all out. The more he did, the faster the sound of wet flesh colliding became.
Opening his closed eyes, Haon looked up at In-ho, who covered his entire body. The black pupils that always watched over him were now hidden behind eyelids.
In-ho’s eyes were closed tightly, to the point where the inner corners of his eyebrows were furrowed. Thanks to that, Haon could take in In-ho’s image to his heart’s content. He looked at him carefully, hoping that the face of the aroused In-ho would be engraved not in his deficient brain, but in his stubborn heart.
Haon never wanted to forget this moment. He hoped In-ho would not forget it either.
He hoped his existence would be carved into In-ho. With a desperate heart, Haon smeared his hot saliva all over In-ho’s mouth and sucked and swallowed his.
Still, it wasn’t enough. He wanted In-ho more—much more than now. He wanted to have all of In-ho’s heart and body. Everything, without leaving a single thing behind.
“In-ho ssi…”
To Haon, his boiling heart felt like excessive greed. It felt like a wish he couldn’t bring himself to utter aloud. So, he said this instead of saying he wanted to possess him.
“You… can have all of me…”
He thought that if he gave everything, he might be able to keep at least a part of him. Even if it was a pitifully thin and useless body.
“I’ll give you… everything…”
His voice, mixed with ragged breaths, sounded even more desperate.