By Zephyria 
Choi Won-joon stared down at Kim Yi-eum, who was lying down and panting. Unlike his usual self, his face was completely flushed, his clothes were a mess, and he was reaching out his hand while emitting a pleasant pheromone. To be honest, even when he put the Catalyst in the lunchbox, he doubted whether it would actually work.
“Hurry…”
He reached out and caressed Won-joon’s cheek. As the warmth of his palm was conveyed, Won-joon’s lips curled up. Look at this. He’s doing something quite cute.
“Should I kiss you?”
He nodded his head slightly in response. Won-joon covered Lee-eum’s lips and pushed his tongue in. He licked every corner of his mouth, and Lee-eum naturally wrapped his tongue around his. He thought he would be such a prude that he wouldn’t even have been near a kiss, but he was annoyingly good at kissing.
As their lips parted, Lee-eum licked his lips as if he was disappointed and opened his mouth slightly. Won-joon grabbed his cheek and pushed his thumb into it. As he pressed his tongue with his fingertips and opened his jaw, saliva pooled and dripped down the corner of his mouth. At the same time, he relentlessly squeezed Kim Yi-eum’s cock below.
“Ahjussi, do you like it?”
At the sudden question, Lee-eum frowned. Won-joon repeated the question with a mischievous expression. Do you like doing it with me? Kim Yi-eum blinked slowly and hugged his neck tightly. “Yeah, I like it.”
Won-joon reached down and pulled Kim Yi-eum’s pants and underwear down. He grabbed his cock in his hand, and it was hot. The glans was wet and as he touched it, it grew bigger.
Certainly, even though Kim Yi-eum was an Omega, his physical characteristics and everything else were closer to a Beta. Deep down, he had hoped to be disappointed when he stripped him. He thought that if his interest waned, this thirst would disappear.
But when he actually took it off, it wasn’t. He had moderate muscles, his thighs were firm, and his cock resembled its owner, straight and beautiful. When he rubbed the transparent liquid on the glans with his fingertips, his body flinched and stiffened.
“I thought only his face was handsome, but his dick is pretty too.”
You don’t even know what I’m saying, do you? If you knew, you wouldn’t be so docile. He spread his legs apart and checked his ass. The color was light, with no signs of use. Won-joon smiled and looked up at Kim Yi-eum, whose face was flushed red.
“Our detective. Your ass is a virgin?”
Kim Yi-eum’s eyes lost focus and he wiggled his hips. He didn’t know if he wanted to put it in quickly or if he wanted him to put it in. Since he had no intention of giving him what he wanted, Won-joon put his finger on his hole.
Huh?
Won-joon looked down with a slightly embarrassed expression.
Normally, at this point, the hole should be wet and water should be coming out… but it’s dry.
When he pressed down on the entrance, Kim Yi-eum shook his head in disgust.
“D-don’t do it there…”
Even in the midst of all this, he doesn’t like the back. Won-joon smiled mischievously as he fiddled with the entrance of the hole. You don’t like it here? Don’t do it?
“I don’t like it… don’t do it…”
What to do, Kim Yi-eum. I’m a son of a bitch who wants to do it more when you tell me not to. Won-joon put his hand inside Lee-eum’s knee and pushed it up. As his waist and hips were lifted, Kim Yi-eum waved his hands in the air and looked up. Without warning, he brought his lips to the hole and sucked it with a loud “chup, chup” sound, causing Kim Yi-eum to struggle.
“Hah, w-wait! Not there! There! Hngh!”
Ignoring him, he rubbed it with his tongue, causing him to scream, and later his eyes turned red and he begged him not to do it. When he took his lips off, his bottom was glistening with saliva.
He pressed down with his middle and ring fingers, and as his fingers barely entered about a knuckle, he finally tried to run away. °
He grabbed his ankle and pulled him down, but the resistance was strong. He quickly spread Kim Yi-eum’s legs and climbed on top of him, pressing down on both hands. He was breathing heavily, his ears and neck turning red with excitement, and he didn’t know why that made him even more horny.
“Don’t put it in, you…”
He really doesn’t like it. Tsk. Won-joon clicked his tongue and lowered his zipper, taking out his fully erect cock. As he sprayed more pheromone, Kim Yi-eum even drooled and couldn’t help but moan.
To be yelling at him not to put it in in this state, his mental strength is commendable. As his lower body came into close contact, their cocks pressed against each other, and Kim Yi-eum frowned but didn’t make as much of a fuss as before. Won-joon moved his hips up and down.
“Rubbing is okay, right?”
As he gently coaxed him, Kim Yi-eum nodded. This was something that he couldn’t have imagined with anyone else. He could just put it in, cum, and shake it as he pleased. No, in the first place, no one had ever rejected him like this.
“Haa…”
He swallowed his lips and sucked on the root of his tongue. As the speed of his grinding increased, his cock was pressed and felt like it was about to burst. Won-joon was on the verge of going crazy trying to suppress the urge to insert it.
He took his lips off and whispered stickily in Kim Yi-eum’s ear.
“Let’s put it in just once.”
Won-joon dropped his head on Lee-eum’s shoulder as he shook his head stubbornly while breathing heavily. Shit. This is torture. Won-joon reached down and wrapped his hand around Kim Yi-eum’s cock and his own, and rubbed them up and down.
“Ugh…”
The veins in Kim Yi-eum’s neck stood out. Whether it was because the act of rubbing his cock was stimulating, he wrapped his legs around Won-joon’s waist and didn’t know what to do. Then, at some point, he bit his lip and lifted his hips.
Knowing that Kim Yi-eum was about to cum from the force entering below his navel, he increased the speed. He frowned and a gush of semen erupted, soaking his hand.
The legs that had been wrapped around his waist fell to the floor, and Kim Yi-eum’s chest was rising and falling rapidly as he stared into the air. Won-joon looked down at his own cock. His cock, which hadn’t cum, was standing up so hard that it was throbbing.
“Ha, I only did the service.”
He doesn’t even react, as if he can’t hear his voice anymore. Won-joon grabbed the end of Kim Yi-eum’s shirt and slowly rolled it up. His firm abdomen and chest were revealed. The nipples, like his bottom, were light in color, as if peaches had been rubbed on them.
Since he didn’t refuse even when he raised his shirt to below his neck, he moved his position, raised his knees on his abdomen, and straddled him. Won-joon grabbed the end of the shirt and brought it to Kim Yi-eum’s lips. Say “ah.” He opened his mouth as he was told, so he put the cloth in his mouth.
“Keep it in your mouth. Or I’ll shove something else in.”
He listens to everything he’s told. So, it’s okay to give me everything else except the hole. Won-joon looked at Kim Yi-eum’s face and grabbed his cock and rubbed it. When his gaze kept wandering, he flicked his tongue to make a sound, and his eyes turned to Won-joon.
Looking at Kim Yi-eum with cloth in his mouth and looking at him, he felt a sense of cumming. Just with this kind of thing. Huff, he gritted his teeth and increased the final speed, and suddenly a torrent of semen poured out and splattered on Kim Yi-eum’s chest and face.
He squeezed out the last drop and rubbed it on his nipples like a topping, and there was no better sight. What a waste. He should have done this when he was sober to taste paradise. As he pressed his nipples and applied the semen, Kim Yi-eum opened his mouth and the shirt fell down.
This time, he scraped the semen on Kim Yi-eum’s cheek with his fingertips and pushed it into his lips. He sucked on his fingers without being told, and thanks to that, he forgot that he had just cum and his cock twitched and became erect again.
Won-joon moved up towards Lee-eum’s chest. He grabbed his cock and brought it near his mouth, asking, “Is it okay to put it in here?” but Kim Yi-eum stubbornly closed his mouth and resisted.
Won-joon was impatient and asked.
“It’s not okay?”
Damn it, why am I so anxious about this? If this is push and pull, you won, Kim Yi-eum. I’m the one who’s so desperate to do it that I’m doing all sorts of tricks. He was about to think it was a rejection because there was no answer, but Kim Yi-eum slowly opened his mouth.
Won-joon smiled like a villain and rubbed the glans on his lips.
“Our detective. You’re so kind. You listen to Young-shik well.”
Then, he brushed back Kim Yi-eum’s messy bangs.
“Open it wider. Huh?”
As he pushed his cock into his mouth, his tongue touched it and it was so hot that it felt like it would melt. This is also a hole. He grabbed his jaw so he couldn’t close it and put pressure on it, and Kim Yi-eum frowned.
If he could, he wanted to push it further inside and stab it all the way to his throat. Won-joon barely suppressed the constant urge and leaned on the floor, starting to temper Kim Yi-eum’s mouth.
He was choking and his eyes were red and bruised because it was hard. He’s subtly sexy. Even though the eyes looking at him were out of focus, Won-joon was strongly captivated by the thought of having sex with Lee-eum in his right mind. So that he can fully capture him in his eyes and remember this moment.