By Zephyria 
Han Seung-jae sat opposite him. A cool night breeze brushed past his body. His sharp features left no room for flaw.
Whenever he looked at him like that, Seo Yi-kyung didn’t know what to do. He hurriedly braced his arms against the table and pushed himself up. He felt it would be better to just cover himself with the blanket and close his eyes. If he could just hold out a little longer, morning would come, and then Han Seung-jae would leave the house again. It was just as that thought crossed his mind.
As Seo Yi-kyung tried to move away, Han Seung-jae grabbed his wrist and pulled. Seo Yi-kyung’s legs gave way, shifting direction helplessly. He felt his body tilt, and then something firm pressed against the area below his knees. Seo Yi-kyung felt as if his breath had stopped.
It was dizzying. With his wrist still held by Han Seung-jae, he found himself perched atop the other man’s thighs. Those refined features were now incredibly close. Damp black hair and eyes that seemed to peer deep into a person’s soul were right in front of him.
The moment he became conscious of it, his heart began to thrum violently. Han Seung-jae, who had been staring intently at Seo Yi-kyung, gradually lowered his gaze. His sharp bridge of a nose tilted. Their lips drew closer, almost touching.
“Are your wounds all healed?”
Wounds…
Seo Yi-kyung’s mind was not functioning smoothly. His mouth couldn’t keep up with his thoughts. Then, Han Seung-jae extended his tongue and slowly licked his lower lip. Seo Yi-kyung’s waist flinched. He looked as if he were about to spring up on his toes and run away at any moment. But Han Seung-jae’s arm was faster. While gripping one of Seo Yi-kyung’s wrists, he wrapped his other arm around his waist to hold him fast.
Unable to move either way, Seo Yi-kyung’s spine stiffened. His senses were heightened, focused on the hard arm encircling his waist and the soft flesh touching his lips.
After lightly licking his lower lip, Han Seung-jae spoke nonchalantly.
“You said you didn’t like me, but you never said you hated me, right?”
“….”
Seo Yi-kyung blinked. Had he been keeping those words in mind? Seo Yi-kyung’s lips parted unconsciously. As if waiting for that moment, a moist tongue tip pushed into his mouth.
“Ngh.”
As their lips locked, a short moan escaped. As if that were a fuse, the fingers wrapped around his waist tightened. Seo Yi-kyung couldn’t budge an inch.
A hot tongue tip toyed with the tender inside of his mouth, swirling around the flesh and rubbing against the inner cheeks. He felt short of breath as the tongue swept away every bit of saliva, even from under the tongue.
Eventually, the white sandalwood scent pheromones began to flow from Han Seung-jae’s body. Seo Yi-kyung’s thighs trembled slightly. Was there any Omega who wouldn’t react to the pheromones of an extreme dominant Alpha? Especially when receiving them with his entire body from such a close distance.
Seo Yi-kyung’s chest heaved slightly. With every breath, a sense of euphoria rose, making him feel as if he were floating.
A pleasant scent makes a person feel excited. The more superior the Alpha’s scent, the greater the effect. An Alpha’s pheromones caused an Omega’s rear to open more easily and triggered the flow of love fluid so that the genitals could accept insertion without strain.
“Ugh, ngh…”
Seo Yi-kyung tried to pull his head back to escape. The more he did, the more wetly their lips clung together. Seo Yi-kyung struggled desperately to push out the tongue ravaging his mouth, but it was futile.
If anything, it only served to stimulate Han Seung-jae. Instead of pushing him away, it felt like he was rubbing against him. When that didn’t work, he tried to lock his lips or even give small bites with his teeth. In response, the force of the intrusion only grew stronger.
He could no longer endure it. Seo Yi-kyung tugged at Han Seung-jae’s bathrobe. Perhaps he was trying to push him away. Then, Han Seung-jae released the tongue he had been holding. A long string of saliva stretched between them.
Seo Yi-kyung’s wet lower lip gasped for air.
“Haa… haa…”
His upper body heaved up and down breathlessly. Han Seung-jae gradually loosened his grip on the wrist he had been holding. Reddish finger marks remained. They would likely turn into bruises by tomorrow morning.
Han Seung-jae looked down at the wrist and slowly rubbed it with the tip of his thumb. His eyes watched Seo Yi-kyung with an almost obsessive intensity. Seo Yi-kyung’s pale face was now flushed. And his parted lips were an even deeper red.
He spoke softly.
“You have such an innocent-looking face, but your scent is erotic.”
Having understood the words late because he was busy catching his breath, Seo Yi-kyung’s face burned. He, too, possessed the body of an extreme dominant Omega. And his pheromones were a seductive rose scent. Because he had been so flustered, he hadn’t noticed, but provocative pheromones were already flowing from his own body.
“That…”
It’s not like that. Seo Yi-kyung’s wet lips fluttered. It looked as if he were tempting him. It wasn’t intentional; his body was simply reacting naturally to Han Seung-jae’s pheromones. However, there was no way his mouth could keep up with his fragmented thoughts.
Seo Yi-kyung stood on his toes. He pulled his wrist out from between the loosened fingers. Seo Yi-kyung pushed himself up. However, before he could take even a few steps, his legs buckled violently.
Again!
His body had no strength.
This time, he was falling backward. Seo Yi-kyung instinctively squeezed his eyes shut. However, he felt no great pain. He felt something firm wrap around his back, and instead, a cold, crisp voice sounded right in front of him.
“You were trying to run away this time, weren’t you?”
As Seo Yi-kyung opened his eyes, his body tilted. It wasn’t by his own will. Pushed by Han Seung-jae’s arm supporting his back, Seo Yi-kyung’s body was laid down upon the table.
The vast night sky filled Seo Yi-kyung’s vision. Soon, Han Seung-jae’s ruthless face cast a shadow over him.
Unlike before, when he had been dazed, Seo Yi-kyung could clearly tell what he was trying to do. Deep shadows formed across Han Seung-jae’s sharp features. Just before their lips met, Seo Yi-kyung whipped his head to the side.
“It would be best if you didn’t stimulate me.”
“…!”
Goosebumps rose as breath touched his exposed neck. Seo Yi-kyung’s jaw trembled slightly. Watching this, Han Seung-jae buried his lips into the nape of his neck.
His cold lips parted, and the sensation of skin being sucked was vivid. Seo Yi-kyung’s lower lip twitched.
“Hng…”
Seo Yi-kyung clenched his teeth to suppress the moan from escaping. Despite this, a faint, sobbing sound of breath leaked out.
Throughout it all, Seo Yi-kyung stubbornly kept his head turned. Han Seung-jae extended his wet tongue to lick around the neck. He sucked beneath the ear along the slender neckline and grazed the earlobe with his teeth. It was clear he was acting even more obsessively because he disliked the fact that Seo Yi-kyung had turned his head to avoid the kiss.
Eventually, unable to bear the explicit movement of the tongue licking the outer rim of his ear, Seo Yi-kyung urgently twisted his neck.
“I think I heard a sound just now…”
He was in no state to hear any sound. He had simply blurted out whatever came to mind. Lying on the table, Seo Yi-kyung’s face looked almost tearful. Perhaps that was why Han Seung-jae’s movements paused for a split second. However, he began to toy with the slender waist with his hand once more.
“I didn’t hear anything.”
“What if someone sees us…”
Seo Yi-kyung trailed off. With the high walls, it was practically impossible for anyone to peer into the house. Furthermore, the people residing in the house did not come as far as the master bedroom located deep inside the second floor.
In truth, he simply wanted to escape from Han Seung-jae, who was pinning him down. In a corner of his mind, he was plotting to get into his room and use a shower as an excuse to lock himself in the bathroom and hold out.
Looking down at him, Han Seung-jae’s eyes narrowed slightly. The face of Seo Yi-kyung reflected in his eyes was entirely different. Under the light cast within the room, Seo Yi-kyung’s face had a reddish glow. Moreover, his eyes were moist, creating a look that stimulated lust.
“Seung-jae, please let go of my waist.”
This was bad. Pheromones were surging threateningly from Han Seung-jae’s body. Seo Yi-kyung moved both hands down to cover the back of Han Seung-jae’s hand that was pressing into his waist. His entire body tingled from the rushing pheromones. Seo Yi-kyung seemed overwhelmed by pheromones that carried an explicitly sexual meaning.
In response, Seo Yi-kyung’s buttocks twitched. His rear was becoming damp. Every time he twisted his waist even slightly, he felt a hint of arousal and tingling within the sensitized inner walls.
Because of this, he looked up at Han Seung-jae desperately. His anxiously parted lips were red, and the tongue occasionally visible inside his mouth as he panted was dyed a deep red, looking almost sweet. The waist filling both palms fit perfectly in his grip. As if it belonged to him.
“If that’s the case, don’t worry. No one comes here without my permission.”
Having given his answer, Han Seung-jae’s upper body tilted.
“!”
At the completely unexpected reaction, Seo Yi-kyung couldn’t even offer a rebuttal. As if to fill his bewildered, open lips, soft flesh pushed into his mouth.
Seo Yi-kyung’s Adam’s apple bobbed. Han Seung-jae invaded the tender interior of his mouth far more rapidly than before. The hand caressing his waist was equally rough.
As the movement of the tongue filled him so tightly he couldn’t breathe, Seo Yi-kyung tried to turn his head. However, a large hand gripped firmly under his chin, preventing him from turning. Seo Yi-kyung helplessly endured the fiercely intertwining tongue.
“Ngh…”
Han Seung-jae’s large hand, which had been stroking his side, shot upward. It swept across his slender shoulder, brushed his collarbone, and caressed his lean chest. Simultaneously, his long leg parted Seo Yi-kyung’s thighs as he lay on the table. With his legs spread wide, Seo Yi-kyung didn’t notice immediately because of the tongue occupying his mouth.
A large palm rubbed his nipple firmly through the pajamas.
“Mnn…”
The tips of the tongues intertwined in his mouth rubbed together. Seo Yi-kyung tried to push out the intruding tongue. The more he did, the more obsessively Han Seung-jae’s kiss evolved.
Between the parted thighs, Han Seung-jae’s long leg pressed down with steady weight. His fingertips gathered the skin through the pajamas and gripped his chest.