By Zephyria 
Lee-eum gritted his teeth, supporting the drunken Choi Won-joon. After leaving the chicken restaurant, Kim Mid-eum insisted on going to his place, and proceeded to feed Choi Won-joon a non-stop stream of liquor, getting him so drunk he could barely stand. He didn’t refuse the drinks offered by his Noona and Hyung, so it was a wonder he wasn’t dead.
At first, he thought about calling an Assistant manager to send him home, but since he was a man with so many sins, he worried he might get into trouble somewhere, so he changed his mind and decided to take him home.
“Walk straight.”
“Lee-eum-ah. I think I’m drunk. Give me a piggyback ride.”
It hadn’t even been a few days since his ankle healed, and when he asked if he wanted his back to break too, he clung to his arm and rubbed his cheek against his shoulder like he was trying to act cute. Ahjussi. Young-shik give me a piggyback ride. Huh? Young-shik’s legs hurt.
“…….”
At this point, he wondered if he had another personality. Or if he was possessed by a ghost. But he heard that even ghosts don’t stick around if someone’s energy is too strong. Therefore, the former was more likely. He should tell him to go to the hospital later.
He barely managed to get him to the 13th floor, and as soon as they entered, Lee-eum dragged Won-joon and threw him onto the sofa. Then he went to the kitchen, filled a glass with cold water, and gulped it down.
“Wow, I’m tired as hell.”
He went to the sofa and saw Choi Won-joon lying there as still as a mouse. His clothes looked uncomfortable, so he reached out to unbutton them, but he grabbed his hand with his eyes closed. He wasn’t asleep? Surprised, he looked at him, and he mumbled like he was talking in his sleep.
“Damn it, take your hands off me. I have a husband.”
“…….”
Lee-eum shook his head with a dumbfounded expression and headed to the bathroom. Splashing cold water on his face woke him up instantly. Even after washing up, Choi Won-joon hadn’t moved an inch.
He thought about leaving him as he was, but he turned on the air conditioner and even covered him with a thin summer blanket, just in case. Then he sat on the edge of the table for a while, staring silently at Choi Won-joon’s sleeping face.
He is handsome… He seems to resemble his mother more than his father… He leaned forward to get a better look, but he frowned and turned away, as if he was uncomfortable. Lee-eum felt awkward and got up and went into the bedroom.
He must have been exhausted because as soon as he lay down, sleep washed over him. Time passed, and he heard a sound in his sleep, and then something touched his back. He forced his eyes open and saw an arm wrapped tightly around his waist.
“When did you wake up…?”
Choi Won-joon hugged him tighter and pressed his body against him.
“A while ago. I was trying to sleep quietly after washing up.”
You say you’re going to sleep quietly, but why are you rubbing your dick there? As he reached his arm up to check the time, Choi Won-joon rubbed his tongue on the back of his neck. A chilling sensation made him flinch involuntarily.
“Don’t do that….”
Lee-eum-ah… Along with his terribly low voice, his pheromone scent hit him. Desire stirred in his stomach. Choi Won-joon had taught him with his body that there was a big difference between being able to feel pheromones and not.
“Get off me. I’m tired….”
This time, a hand slipped into his clothes and fondled his chest. He pinched his nipples between his thumb and forefinger, then bit his shoulder gently and sucked on it.
“Your pheromones are stronger. Don’t you know?”
Of course. Until now, no Alpha had been able to smell pheromones from him. Choi Won-joon’s breathing became rough, and his lips were now concentrating on tormenting his ears.
“You drive me crazy. I want to chew you up and put you in my stomach so no one can see you.”
What a way to express it… As soon as he finished speaking, he bit his ear, so he tried to escape from his arms, afraid that he might actually chew it off in his drunken state. Choi Won-joon finally made Lee-eum lie face down, climbed on top of him, and rubbed his dick between his buttocks.
“Can I put it in?”
He squeezed his eyes shut. It was said that a thief who learned late was terrifying. Until a few months ago, he never dreamed that he would do that with a man, but now he was aroused by even a little stimulation.
“Let me inside you.”
At the affectionate voice, Lee-eum buried his face in the pillow and nodded almost imperceptibly. As soon as permission was granted, Choi Won-joon pulled Lee-eum’s pants and underwear down, opened his entrance with his fingers, and shoved them in.
The squelching sound was blatantly audible. He swallowed a moan, burying his face, while his fingers moved quickly, stimulating the inside as if vibrating. Heuk. Lee-eum unknowingly tightened his thighs. His orgasm was already coming, even though his dick wasn’t all the way in.
Then his fingers slipped out, and Choi Won-joon’s dick was rubbed against his hole. Feeling different than usual, Lee-eum realized that he wasn’t wearing a condom and raised his head sharply.
“Condom, get a condom.”
Choi Won-joon whispered in his ear.
“Let’s do it without one.”
“No.”
“Just once.”
“No.”
“Please. I’ll cum outside.”
His glans was already on his hole, and since he wasn’t wearing a condom, the sensation was even clearer. Lee-eum hesitated, then set the condition that he absolutely couldn’t cum inside, and as soon as he finished speaking, his dick parted the narrow flesh and entered. Lee-eum gripped the blanket tightly at the pain of being forced open, and Choi Won-joon put his hand on top of his and intertwined their fingers.
“Haa, are you, almost, in?”
“Almost, all the way, in.”
It was full all the way down to his navel, and then his body was pressed against his back. Since there was no condom, he felt like every vein of his dick was engraved inside him, and he felt the wriggling sensation completely.
Won-joon licked Lee-eum’s earlobe and whispered.
“How is it? Raw is better, right?”
“That mouth, ha…!”
When Choi Won-joon pulled his hips back, it felt like all the organs inside were being pulled out. He didn’t rush and slowly adjusted the pace so that Lee-eum’s body would get wet. The sound of his dick going in and out grew louder.
Choi Won-joon soothed him with a kiss as he kept biting his lips to hold back his moans. Choi Won-joon was a very good kisser. Lee-eum wasn’t unskilled, but Choi Won-joon was on a different level. How many people had he done it with to get so good? Thinking about it made him a little annoyed. He was also annoyed at himself for feeling annoyed.
Saliva flowed between their lips, which had not yet touched, and Lee-eum’s breathing became rapid. As the speed and intensity of his dick going in and out gradually increased, the bed shook and screamed, creak, creak.
Amidst all the chaotic noises that tormented his ears, Choi Won-joon turned Lee-eum over and changed positions. When he put both legs on his shoulders and leaned forward, his hips were lifted and the insertion became even deeper.
Wait a minute, wait… He reached down and groped, and the area just below his navel bulged out. He was about to change positions in fear that his stomach would burst, but Choi Won-joon pulled his hips back and slammed them down.
Ah! Lee-eum trembled and pushed Choi Won-joon’s arm away.
“I don’t, like this position… It feels, eugh!”
Every time he spoke, he slammed down harder from above, and eventually he couldn’t even moan. His eyes flashed as he stabbed repeatedly deep inside. He didn’t want to show his excited face, so he covered his face with a pillow, but Choi Won-joon snatched it away and threw it aside and laughed.
“Why? You look pretty.”
“Damn it! My stomach is going to burst!”
“If it bursts, I’ll sew it up nicely for you.”
Choi Won-joon moved his hips like crazy, and Lee-eum gasped for breath with his body folded in half. As the intensity increased, he cummed first, and even though his semen splattered up to his chin because of the position, Choi Won-joon didn’t seem to want to stop.
When he begged him to stop for a moment, he finally pulled out his dick, climbed on top of his chest, and grabbed his chin.
“Say ah.”
He did as he was told, and he shook his dick. His slightly frowning brow, his tightly bitten lower lip, and the veins on his neck were impressive. As he was staring blankly for a moment, semen poured into his mouth. He belatedly came to his senses and tried to spit it out, but he covered his mouth with his hand and pressed down on his body. He swallowed it in a daze, and a deep smile spread across his face.
“This is a disaster. You’re going to get pregnant.”
This crazy bastard. He frowned and pushed his shoulder to tell him to go away, but Choi Won-joon fell into his arms. He was heavy. Even in the midst of sweat and semen, only the pheromone scent felt particularly strong. Won-joon closed his eyes with his cheek against Lee-eum’s chest.
“Get off me. You’re heavy….”
“Just 5 minutes. I want to hear your heartbeat.”
He lifted his head slightly and looked down, and he could see Choi Won-joon’s face with his eyes closed. His solid back muscles rose and fell as he caught his breath.
He’s really heavy…
When he went to the countryside as a child, his Grandmother would give him a very thick and heavy blanket. Even in his young mind, he was worried that he would suffocate and die if he covered himself with it, but when he was actually inside it, he could have the most comfortable sleep in the world.
Why did that blanket come to mind when he looked at Choi Won-joon?
He let out a hollow laugh, feeling stupid even to himself. When he asked when he was going to get off, he said there were 3 minutes left. Lee-eum closed his eyes. He was so sleepy that he couldn’t stand it. I don’t know anymore… He wouldn’t be crushed to death, would he…?