It wasn’t even a peculiar position. They just tried to cling to each other a little more, to be connected a little more. Their lower bodies, their lower abdomens, their chests, his arms and his legs were all tightly entangled. So tightly that no one could ever undo them. Holding each other so closely, only Kun’s lower body, lying on top, heaved back and forth in the dim moonlight.
Kun unleashed his Alpha and Ghost instincts to his heart’s content. He felt as free as a stallion, unbridled and galloping across a meadow. He was not being denied. Not being alienated. In the arms of his one and only Diamond Dust, he was finally understood and acknowledged.
For a moment, the tips of Yeehyeon’s fingers, wrapped around Kun’s back, turned white.
“Haah, sob! Kh-Kun… It’s… It’s coming now, it’s coming….”
The feeling of the organs inside his stomach swelling up taut.
No, it wasn’t Yeehyeon’s organs that were swelling. It was Kun’s, the Alpha’s, cock, filling every gap inside Yeehyeon’s belly so that not a single drop of semen could escape.
It was knotting.
Yeehyeon’s eyes widened, his mouth agape as he struggled to breathe. He clawed frantically at the thick back and shoulders that covered and pressed down on him. His two legs, wrapped around Kun’s waist, thrashed about.
“This… this… ngh, sob… ugh….”
Thump, thump, thump. Boom, boom, boom.
Like the vibration of a massage gun, like a large speaker playing a symphony at an incredible volume, Kun’s penis, swollen taut inside his belly, trembled violently. The slick that had pooled between his penis and Yeehyeon’s insides heightened the pleasure to its peak. Yeehyeon tilted his chin up, his mouth opening and closing.
“G-good… Kun, this feels good. I think I’m going crazy….”
“You like the knot, Seo Yeehyeon?”
“I like it. I li—huh… ugh!”
“You like it this much?”
“Aah, mm-hm! Hnngh! Ugh!”
Yeehyeon was, quite literally, losing himself. He rubbed the back of his head against the bed, writhed his shoulders, and twisted his waist. Those movements directly stimulated Kun’s penis inside Yeehyeon’s belly.
“Hnngh… Mmm! Heuk! G-go… ke-keep going… ngh, ahk!”
Each time Kun’s penis trembled, orgasms washed over him in continuous waves. The vibrations of the knot seemed to shake and overturn not just his insides, but his heart, his brain, his very soul.
“My… stomach’s gonna burssst, hahk! Heut!”
Kun’s cum burst forth. The strong pressure, as if beating against his tender organs, felt like it would impregnate Yeehyeon’s still-immature Trizone.
The pleasure was many times more intense than when he used to have sex with just his prostate, before his Omegaization. Yeehyeon cried out like a man on fire, and at the end of his cries, he sobbed. Kun diligently licked away the tears that wet Yeehyeon’s cheeks.
“Kun, Khu… Kuhu-heuk.”
His limbs trembling, Yeehyeon called for Kun.
“Yeah, Yeehyeon-ah. Are you okay? You were scared because it’s been so long since we knotted, right?”
Hiccup. Yeehyeon swallowed dryly along with a sob. He blinked his wet eyelids several times, trying to focus.
“Hnng, heu, heuk… I don’t want to be apart.”
“Yeehyeon-ah?”
“I wish you, keuheup, w-wouldn’t go to Seoul.”
Then he wrapped his arms tightly around Kun’s neck.
“Don’t go. Stay by my side.”
Kun couldn’t believe it. Yeehyeon was always composed no matter what, never wanted anything, and was good at handling everything on his own. He was proud of his dependable lover, but he had also always worried that Yeehyeon might be pushing himself too hard, unable to lean on anyone.
There were occasional moments of childishness, like asking to trade his strawberry ice cream for chocolate because it looked tastier. But he had never imagined a Seo Yeehyeon who would get emotional about something already promised and planned. It was always Kun’s role to whine and complain that he wanted to be together longer, that he didn’t want to go back to Seoul.
No matter how drenched in pheromones and bereft of reason from the knotting he was, for Yeehyeon to act this spoiled… It was so endearing and lovely that it felt more painful and sad than happy.
Kun hugged Yeehyeon tightly with both arms, pressing kiss after kiss on his lover’s crying face.
“I won’t go, Yeehyeon-ah. I promised you before, didn’t I? That if you told me not to go, I wouldn’t.”
How can I love you more, how can I exist closer to you?
If you were to get pregnant, and a child who is half of each of us were to grow in your belly, would this feeling of longing and impatience be filled, even a little? Would I be able to feel more connected to you?
He supported the back of Yeehyeon, who was clinging to him pitifully, and helped him sit up. He sat him on his lap and held him tight, rocking him gently as if soothing a child. Yeehyeon, who had pressed his cheek firmly against Kun’s, sniffled and whispered.
“Don’t go.”
He wanted to shout it with all his body and all his soul, until his body shattered and his spirit vibrated. Marry me.
■ ■ ■
After leaning on Kun’s arm and downing an entire bottle of water, Yeehyeon immediately flopped onto his back. He didn’t even seem to mind that his lower body was uncovered; he literally looked like he didn’t have the strength to lift a single finger. Looking down at the moist eyes that stared blankly at the ceiling, Kun caressed his cheek with the back of his hand.
“Handsome men have it easy.”
“…What do you mean.”
“You’re just lying there exhausted from four hours of sex, but you look like you’re lost in melancholy thoughts about life and art.”
Pfft. A weak laugh escaped Yeehyeon. Even that seemed to take effort. Kun lay down on his side next to Yeehyeon.
With his hands clasped on his chest, Yeehyeon asked in disbelief.
“We were at it for four hours?”
“We were. All because someone was begging me to knot him.”
“……”
Yeehyeon fell silent for a moment, as if he knew he had nothing to say to that. Propping his head up with his hand, Kun tidied the strands of hair stuck to Yeehyeon’s forehead and brushed them back.
“I still have legs, right?”
“Why, you feel like the Little Mermaid?”
“My bottom… feels like it’s been worn to shreds.”
Yeehyeon, who seemed to hesitate for a moment, used a bolder word than usual, as if no other expression came to mind.
“If you say things like that, I might get turned on again.”
“No way….”
Yeehyeon raised his arms and covered his face with his hands. He wiped his face a couple of times, then glanced down. Sure enough, Kun’s penis was still erect. It wasn’t fully hard, but it wasn’t completely limp either. Rising from the center of his body as he lay on his side, it couldn’t support its own weight and curved toward the mattress.
The moment he saw its shape, its color, and the veins pushing up through the skin, Yeehyeon felt himself stir again. His insides clenched involuntarily, his throat went dry, and his heart pounded. He couldn’t believe this bottomless lust himself. I can’t just blame Kun…. I’m the same.
But even if his emotions wanted it, his body was now truly at its limit. Yeehyeon pretended not to notice and raised his gaze to look at Kun’s face, not what was between his legs.
“I forgot to tell you, your sister called when I was at the gallery earlier.”
“Yuni?”
“No, Morae-noona.”
“Ah.”
“She said a good property might be coming up in the area we want in Ubud.”
“Really?”
Kun raised his eyebrows, pleased with the news.
“She said it has two buildings. The one in front could be a gallery and the one in the back could be our home, it’d be perfect. She was really excited when she told me.”
“I can’t wait to see what it’s like.”
“Me too.”
If they moved to Bali, they could live in the same house, together all the time. Both of them had endured the long-distance relationship with only that in mind. It was a little later than planned, but now their goal was finally within reach.
But why?
They had endured longer, harsher times, yet to Kun, the few remaining months felt daunting.
Because he had come to know the joy of a life spent with Yeehyeon every day. The happiness of looking at him, smiling, hugging, and kissing him without any secrets. The happiness of falling asleep looking at his face and starting the day looking at his face.
Looking down at Yeehyeon, who was lost in thought, Kun slid his index finger along the distinct line of his profile. As he traced over his lips, Yeehyeon’s eyes turned toward him.
“Did you tell your parents about us moving to Bali?”
“Mm… not yet.”
Yeehyeon shifted his head to resettle on the pillow, turning more definitively to face him.
“Still, you should be the one to keep contacting them first.”
“I know.”
Kun just tickled Yeehyeon’s lips, avoiding his eyes with an awkward smile.
Kun’s parents had strongly reprimanded their son for Changing Yeehyeon. And that issue remained unresolved between them. They didn’t avoid situations where they had to meet, but the intimacy and warmth that had existed before had not been restored.
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