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He tossed me onto the pristine white bed, which was tidied without a single trace of use. It felt like my body was sinking into thousands of feathers, then floating back up.
Standing beside the bed, he looked down at me—naked from the waist down, wearing only a shirt, my erect penis exposed beneath its hem—and quickly stripped himself bare.
The bedroom, with no lights turned on, was dim, but it was bright enough to make out everything in the room. Even so, he showed no sign of being self-conscious, even with his entire body exposed.
His muscles, hard and bunched with excitement and arousal, were like a suit of tempered armor. It was fascinating how such a muscular physique could look so sleek in a suit. It might have been the power of a high-end suit, said to make one look a size slimmer, but the proportions of his long limbs couldn’t be ignored either. It was a truly ideal and beautiful body.
Standing straight and facing me without a hint of awkwardness or shyness, he thrust a hand into his boxer briefs, the last piece of clothing on his body.
Inside the briefs, stretched taut to their limit, his penis was so erect that its outline was distinct, curved to the right. Stroking himself inside his briefs, he pushed the underwear down with his fingertips.
The briefs rolled down at an angle, and his semi-erect penis, freed from its confinement, sprang out over the black pubic hair that started from his navel, bobbing slowly as if unable to bear its own weight.
It was the kind of penis that made you feel like sex had already begun just by looking at it.
If not for our last encounter, I would never have believed it was only half-erect.
As if showing off, he slowly stroked himself from his testicles to the glans, then climbed onto the bed on his knees. As he closed the distance, I looked up at him and began unbuttoning my shirt. It wasn’t easy to undo them with one hand while supporting my upper body with my elbow. The excitement that had been building since the living room, now compounded by the sight of his naked body, made it even harder.
Seeing me fumbling with the tiny buttons, my hands trembling, he crawled over the mattress on all fours and kissed me. I stopped unbuttoning and responded to his kiss.
“They’re swollen.”
He whispered as he sucked on my lower lip before releasing it with a flick.
I unconsciously touched my lips with my fingertips. The evidence of being endlessly sucked and bitten by him remained on my lips as a swollen heat.
“Well. I guess I did suck on them a bit too much.”
He laughed, acknowledging his own persistence. But it wasn’t an apology. Our lips immediately met again.
“Ugh, mm…”
This time, it was more passionate, more forceful.
As he pushed his thigh under my legs, his weight pressing down on me as I sat leaning back, I wrapped my arms around his neck to keep from falling over. A moan escaped me at the unpredictable movements of the wet flesh rubbing and tangling with my tongue.
His kiss was as if he had dissolved his scent into his saliva, and with every swallow, I felt that unique fragrance being absorbed into my body, racing through my veins. Not just my sense of smell, but my very insides were becoming drenched in his scent.
Like a highly addictive drug I could never get enough of, I sweetly swallowed the saliva he fed me. His scent, which never became familiar or something I could adapt to, but always maintained its initial shock, felt like a mysterious phenomenon occurring in a realm beyond olfaction.
His tongue, steeped in that scent, completely sealed my mouth. I had no choice but to press against his tongue and suck on it, just to squeeze out a gap for oxygen.
With one arm wrapped around my waist, he fumbled with his other hand for the couple of buttons I hadn’t yet undone and impatiently ripped them off. His palm immediately delved toward my chest.
My back stiffened at the touch of his fingers, pinching the flesh of my erect nipple—soft on the outside but with a hard core inside—between his index finger and thumb and pulling. I tightened my arms around his neck and twisted my lips, which were still pressed against his, rubbing them deeper. It was an act that seemed to beg him to caress me more intensely.
As if stimulated, he began to waggle his tongue from side to side in my mouth. A moan simmered in the back of my throat at the lewd stirring.
One side of my shirt was pushed over my shoulder. He bit my exposed shoulder, then immediately moved down to my chest. His pointed tongue bent my soft nipple this way and that, tickling it.
“Ugh…”
I bit my lip to suppress the moans that were spilling out. I kept one arm around his neck and propped myself up with the other.
He only flicked it from below, never giving me the stimulation I wanted, and his teasing made me rub my toes against the sheet.
I looked down at his lush eyelashes, focused on my nipple, and finally pushed one breast further forward. His gaze lifted.
Even though my hardened nipple was touching his lips, he just looked at me without opening his mouth. I twisted my shoulders from side to side, rubbing my nipple against his lips myself, while my hand on his neck toyed with his firm shoulders and the nape of his neck.
Looking down at me like this, his face was, I realized now to be, incredibly handsome. The fact that I was rubbing my nipple against that flawless face, demanding a sexual response from him… suddenly felt more erotic than any direct act during sex.
“Please…”
The whisper of my honest confession was almost desperate.
I pressed my chest closer, as if hugging him tightly. My nipple was almost completely buried between his sensual lips, barely visible. The excitement that had been building layer by layer had reached its peak, and I was already veering off course without any prompting from him. I never knew that not just touching, but the teasing of not touching, could be a form of stimulation.
“Hah!”
In an instant, he pursed his lips and sucked in the nipple he had been holding. At the strong pressure that squeezed the nub, I ran my hands through his hair and threw my head back.
While tightening his lips on my nipple, he scraped the very tip with his tongue, then soon took the entire areola into his mouth and began to chew on it, sucking on my chest so hard that an embarrassing squelching sound escaped.
Along with the quenching of my thirst, a thrilling pleasure that seemed to tickle my entire body washed over me. Still holding his neck, I fell back onto the large pillows stacked high behind me.
As he layered his body over mine, the seamless contact of our entire bodies brought a sense of satisfaction. My penis brushed against his upper abdomen, and his penis touched my inner thigh. When he started to rotate his hips, the contact soon became friction.
While sucking on my nipple so passionately that the sound of air escaping was audible, he inserted his right knee between my thighs and pushed them outward, forcing my legs apart. His hard thighs dug into either side of my buttocks. His thick penis was pressed tightly against my perineum, and as soon as our lower bodies met, he immediately began to rock his hips.
His actions, reminiscent of his heated declaration that he wanted to fuck me right away, made me unable to suppress my own anticipation of being connected to him through our genitals.
Despite never having once considered the pleasure of receiving another person’s penis inside my body, it felt strange to find myself wanting it as if it were a natural course of events. But looking back on my reactions in his bedroom last time, it wasn’t all that surprising.
Perhaps the desires I had suppressed and ignored in all other aspects of my life were now exploding in a twisted way, sexually. Or maybe, it was a foolishly dangerous blindness, a desire to comply with whatever he wanted.
In any case, I wanted him too. Without adding or subtracting anything, that itself was the principle, the rule that governed me in this moment. Nothing was happening by force or coercion.
He slid his hand between our pressed-together stomachs and fumbled over my anus. For a moment, I lost my grip on his neck and twisted his shoulder blade painfully.
“Why are you fidgeting?”
Releasing my nipple, he moved up and licked the outline of my lips with his tongue, a slight smile on his face. He had noticed my reaction, aroused by the obscenity of him grinding his penis against my crotch as he rocked his hips, and he was enjoying it. I didn’t dislike that face, which looked faintly wicked.
“Right here… you keep twitching. As if you’re expecting something.”
His expression, which had been pressing on the flesh of my entrance as if he would shove his fingers inside at any moment, subtly hardened. His eyelashes trembled lightly at the ends of his narrowed eyelids.
He groped all around the entrance, and as if his fingers weren’t enough, he began to rub my underside with his entire palm.
“Hh, ugh.”
His touch, as if searching for something, was almost devoid of any slickness or lewd intent, but my already sensitized body flinched and trembled even at the almost clinical, unerotic touch.
Was something wrong? I looked up at him with anxious, yet still aroused, eyes. As he rubbed my underside over and over with his palm, pressing and kneading the area around my anus with particular care, he kept his brow furrowed, his eyes darting back and forth to mine.
I thought I understood.
He still hadn’t completely dismissed the suspicion that I might be an Omega.
Last time, I had been almost completely ignorant about Alphas and Omegas, but not anymore. I could guess his intentions to some extent.
Right now, he was probably searching for an Omega’s slick between my legs.
Even though he himself had told the blond man, just a few hours ago, that it was useless for me to release pheromones since I was a Beta.
Could it be that he wished I were an Omega?
But he was an Alpha who didn’t use pheromones even in bed, so there was no reason for me to be an Omega. If that wasn’t it, then it meant he had lied to Inwoo-hyung about his private life. He wasn’t that kind of frivolous person.
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