39 – TIO

No matter how well he managed his pheromones, Han Seung-jae was an extreme dominant Alpha. He could smell even the faintest trace of an Omega’s pheromones.

Han Seung-jae reached out and caressed Seo Yi-kyung’s waist.

After a brief moment of surprise, Seo Yi-kyung turned around. His upper body was pushed back until his buttocks hit the work table. There was nowhere left to retreat, nowhere to escape.

Their gazes locked. The hand holding the brush trembled.

Han Seung-jae’s features were gradually drawing closer. It was a position he had experienced several times before.

Seo Yi-kyung recalled how he used to turn his head away. Back then, Han Seung-jae would be obsessively persistent, pressing his lips against the nape of the neck, nibbling with his teeth before sucking hard.

“Why aren’t you avoiding me?”

Han Seung-jae’s low voice resonated right in front of him. Seo Yi-kyung’s lower lip parted slightly.

“Knowing what I might do?”

Before Han Seung-jae could even finish his sentence, his lips brushed against him. Flesh pushed in, filling the opened mucous membrane.

When he was looking at him with eyes that seemed to want to tear into his neck, how could he possibly turn his head away?

If he avoided the lips, he would only become more persistent.

Perhaps it was a better choice to let it end with a single kiss.

The tongue that delved into Seo Yi-kyung’s mouth scraped against the tender membrane.

“Ngh.”

Because the entangled tongues were pushing and prying, a moan leaked through his lips. Unlike Han Seung-jae’s tongue, Seo Yi-kyung’s remained almost frozen in place. Nevertheless, the tip of the invading tongue rubbed over his own and swept across his teeth, entering the back of his throat.

Clack. The brush in Seo Yi-kyung’s hand fell to his feet once again. He gripped the work table as if trying to support his upper body, which was leaning backward. However, he had no way to resist the strength of Han Seung-jae, who was supporting his waist and laying his body down.

As Seo Yi-kyung tilted further, Han Seung-jae reached his large hand behind him. The brushes of various sizes, water buckets, towels for wiping wet brushes, and tools that filled the table were ruthlessly pushed to one side.

“Haa…”

Their lips parted, and Seo Yi-kyung gasped for air, his chest heaving. With his buttocks perched on the work table, his upper body was tilted diagonally backward.

This was because Han Seung-jae was supporting him, wrapping a large hand around Seo Yi-kyung’s waist. He braced himself against the table with the hand that had pushed the tools aside.

The apron that had come down below Seo Yi-kyung’s knees fluttered. His legs were lifted slightly off the floor.

Han Seung-jae pulled the apron strings at Seo Yi-kyung’s waist, stripped it off, and placed it on the table.

Just as Seo Yi-kyung cherished his tools, Han Seung-jae was being considerate. His gaze landed on the dress shirt Seo Yi-kyung was wearing. Perhaps because he had hurriedly refastened the buttons after they had been undone, a misaligned part caught his eye.

Han Seung-jae reached up and grasped a button of Seo Yi-kyung’s shirt. As if led by his fingers, the button slipped out of the hole. Through the shirt that opened so easily, a white chest was revealed. The slight rise and fall of his breathing was fully transmitted.

“Why are you always so scared?”

“…”

“Do you think I’m going to eat you alive?”

Seo Yi-kyung swallowed hard. Han Seung-jae’s hand caressed his lean chest. As he did, Seo Yi-kyung’s upper body suddenly flipped backward.

Han Seung-jae undid the buckle of Seo Yi-kyung’s pants with both hands. Soon, the sound of a zipper descending followed, and the pants were stripped away along with the underwear.

With a look of utter shock, Seo Yi-kyung tried to lift his upper body, but he couldn’t budge due to the weight pressing against his chest.

Han Seung-jae sucked on the sharply erect nipple with his tongue. Simultaneously, with his other hand, he gripped the chest from bottom to top, as if gathering the sparse flesh. His lips gradually moved downward.

Every time the cold, chilly lips brushed against him, Seo Yi-kyung’s waist twitched. Han Seung-jae grasped Seo Yi-kyung’s throbbing member.

“Ah.”

Seo Yi-kyung’s upper body trembled. Han Seung-jae’s lips brushed against his ribs. He extended his tongue to lick the indented skin and sucked until a dimple formed, leaving his mark. The white sandalwood scent pheromones were constantly flowing from his body.

Fluid beaded at the tip of the member Han Seung-jae held. When Han Seung-jae rubbed the urethra with his thumb, the fluid immediately welled up and flowed down, forming a transparent droplet.

Han Seung-jae tightened his grip on the glans. He rubbed it insistently with his thumb. Seo Yi-kyung curled his lower lip inward and bit it, suppressing the moans that threatened to escape.

“Hng, eugh.”

Han Seung-jae was simply enjoying the reaction. The way the brain melted under his pheromones, making the entire body move exactly as he led.

Gradually, wet, squelching sounds began to leak out within the painting studio. It was an erotic sound made every time Han Seung-jae’s hand and lips touched and left his abdominal muscles and flanks. Interspersed with this were the shallow breaths Seo Yi-kyung could no longer hold back.

“Ugh, ngh…”

“Don’t look at me with eyes that beg me to fuck you like that.”

Flustered, Seo Yi-kyung covered his face with both hands. The paint remaining on his hands transferred to his cheeks.

Han Seung-jae straightened his upper body and loosened his tight grip on the glans, rubbing it up and down. He reached out as if to remove the hands hiding Seo Yi-kyung’s face. When his large hand brushed the palette and grabbed Seo Yi-kyung’s wrist, a blue handprint remained clearly.

Suddenly, Han Seung-jae stared at the paint remaining on the table. Abruptly, he picked up a brush and pressed it firmly into the abundance of paint on the palette.

Feeling a tickle around his chest, Seo Yi-kyung opened his eyes and looked forward. His eyes widened at the sight of a blue line being drawn, the brush descending toward his stomach.

“What… what are you doing right now?”

“Someone told me.”

“What?”

“That if you keep going like this, everything eventually meets.”

Seo Yi-kyung had no idea what Han Seung-jae was talking about. He only felt a stinging sensation in his captured member and a wave of ticklishness wherever the brush touched his skin.

The tips of Seo Yi-kyung’s toes, sprawled on the work table, curled. The brush in Han Seung-jae’s hand slid against the iliac crest and headed further down.

The brush swept down the trembling, erect shaft and descended toward the perineum. A violent pulsation was felt in the member held in Han Seung-jae’s grip.

Overwhelmed by the tickling sensation, Seo Yi-kyung tried to close his thighs, but a thigh as hard as stone had already firmly taken its place between his legs.

Han Seung-jae moved the brush in his hand very steadily. It was as if he were overpainting a picture along the member, perineum, and buttocks he was holding. Seo Yi-kyung’s lower lip trembled.

Every time the wet brush, coated in paint, touched him, Seo Yi-kyung was swept by a strange sensation. Han Seung-jae gripped the member and lifted it upward. His other hand relentlessly navigated the surrounding area with the brush. Finally, when the brush touched the hole, Seo Yi-kyung’s entire body recoiled.

“Seung-jae!”

“What.”

Seo Yi-kyung reached forward with both hands, but he only clawed at the air. Han Seung-jae glanced at him and then swept the hole with the tip of the brush.

“How does it feel to be a canvas?”

Seo Yi-kyung’s lips parted.

‘Is he taking revenge like this because I’ve been playing around without any intention of finishing the painting?’

He had thought Han Seung-jae wasn’t someone to be taken lightly, but he truly hadn’t expected him to act like this.

“Ngh…”

A moan leaked through Seo Yi-kyung’s lips. Han Seung-jae did not let go of the member he was holding. The glans repeatedly appeared and disappeared between his curled fingers. With a flick, Han Seung-jae circled the brush around the hole.

“If you were a canvas, you would have been more obedient. There would be no need for long conversations.”

Han Seung-jae applied pressure with his fingers. The tightly closed hole was moistly wet due to the white sandalwood scent pheromones flowing from Han Seung-jae’s body.

The skin pressed by the tip of the brush split, and the hole opened. As the brush touched the erotic red inner flesh, Seo Yi-kyung’s waist twisted.

“Haat…”

At the sound of Seo Yi-kyung’s uncontrollable breath, Han Seung-jae murmured lowly.

“Was it fun painting together?”

Seo Yi-kyung’s upper body, revealed between the wide-open dress shirt, rose and fell breathlessly. Han Seung-jae pressed for an answer. The brush, pushed along by the finger, began to enter Seo Yi-kyung’s hole little by little.

Seo Yi-kyung’s thighs flinched. Before he could even process the strange sensation of a foreign object entering his body, he shouted.

“The painting! No matter what happens, I’ll definitely finish it and give it to you!”

Han Seung-jae pushed the brush deeper into the hole.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“St-stop it. Take it out!”

At the bizarre sensation climbing up his flanks, Seo Yi-kyung reached forward. The brush, saturated with love fluid, came out. But it soon entered again. Watching Seo Yi-kyung tremble and cling to him as if begging, Han Seung-jae moved his arm.

“Hng, ngh…”

Eventually, moans that sounded like either crying or sobbing flowed out. Looking at Seo Yi-kyung, whose face was half-flushed, Han Seung-jae pulled the brush out of the hole. The brush, wrapped in wet love fluid, glistened. He placed the fluid-clotted brush on the work table.

Looking at the hole drenched in the pheromones that had flowed from his own body, his pubic bone felt tight. No, it felt as if all the blood in his body was rushing to one place.

“Haa… haa…”

Every time Han Seung-jae kneaded his member, Seo Yi-kyung’s breathing became more labored. In between, the clicking sound of Han Seung-jae undoing his buckle seeped in. Soon, the zipper went down. Through the opened suit pants, the contour of the curved member was vivid in the drawers.

Han Seung-jae let go of the member he had been holding. His body, which had been heaving as if the urge to ejaculate was about to overflow and pour out, was burning hot.

“…”

Seo Yi-kyung looked up at Han Seung-jae with wet eyes. As if recognizing the meaning of that gaze, Han Seung-jae’s voice resonated lowly.

“If you want me to put it in, grab your legs and open them wider. I can’t see your pretty hole.”