Just in case, the atelier was also well-stocked with suppressants and contraceptives. It seemed Yeehyeon would now have to take a strong sharp suppressant in addition to the daily balance suppressant he was already on. But Yeehyeon clutched Liu’s collar tightly and shook his head.
“You can’t leave me.”
“I won’t.”
“I feel like something terrible will happen if you do. That’s how I feel.”
He wouldn’t want to be away from his alpha. It must be his heat.
“Where would I go, leaving you in pain like this?”
“You really won’t go anywhere?”
“I won’t go even if you push me away.”
Like baby Parang, who would cry whenever he was put down after being held, Yeehyeon was now soft and fragile. Liu gently stroked the head of Yeehyeon, who was clinging to his collar.
“It’s right over there. The medicine is in the cabinet. Hm?”
Even as he soothed him, pointing to the cabinet in plain sight, Yeehyeon stubbornly just shook his head.
“I’m scared… I feel like something will go wrong with my body if I’m away from you, Kun. I’m really scared.”
“I won’t let anything go wrong with you. You think I’d let that happen?”
Eyes shimmering with a film of tears traced Liu’s face. Behind that gaze, which seemed both terrified and confused, a dark, deep desire flickered. Like a naked body lying prone on a bed, glimpsed through a curtain.
Liu was also nearing a dangerous point. Maintaining this level of rationality against such potent pheromones could only be called a miracle. He was suppressing himself without suppressants, driven by the single thought that he couldn’t make Yeehyeon, who was frightened by his first heat, any more anxious.
He uncurled Yeehyeon’s hands from his collar and kissed his palms and the insides of his wrists. The moment his lips touched Yeehyeon’s skin directly, the pulse inside Liu’s body throbbed even more violently.
“Take the medicine, and then I’ll help you feel better. You trust me, Seo Yeehyeon?”
His eyes filled with fear, Yeehyeon nodded. Liu managed the gentlest smile he could. Even that smile soon stiffened awkwardly and twitched. He didn’t know how much longer he could maintain his sanity against the pheromones.
Going to the cabinet in the corner of the atelier, Liu looked for the suppressants. His sturdy shoulders trembled like a drug addict suffering from withdrawal. He felt a pain as if his biceps were tearing from the excessive force he was using. Clack, clatter-clatter. He dropped the plastic bottle of suppressants twice.
Inside his soft loungewear, Liu’s cock was already rigidly erect. It jutted out as if to pierce through the front of his pants, changing Liu’s profile. His center surged upward, so much so that his erection was obvious at a glance.
He wanted release. He wanted to fuck his omega right behind him, his Diamond Dust, until his balls were empty. Wanted? No, this impulse was closer to a command from his instincts.
Liu thought he knew what this was.
He felt like his rut was about to break.
He bit his lower lip hard. So hard that his teeth dug into the flesh. Not yet. At least not here.
Even pouring water into a cup wasn’t easy. Cursing, he had just righted the toppled cup when his back grew warm and heavy.
“……”
It was Yeehyeon’s body heat and weight.
Liu had been so out of his mind that he hadn’t even noticed the man, who could barely stand, make his way over.
Two hot arms wrapped around Liu. They traced the firm, bulging contours of his muscles, and a face and lips rubbed against the back of his shoulder. Yeehyeon’s hot breath, laden with pheromones, touched the nape of his neck.
Like someone stabbed in the stomach while off guard, Liu’s mouth fell open and his upper body leaned forward. Heat rose in his eyes, and he blinked slowly.
“Kun, hurry…”
What was that desperate voice urging him to do? The medicine? Or…
Yeehyeon’s right hand, which had been fumbling at Liu’s chest, moved downward. Liu barely managed to stop Yeehyeon’s hand as it tried to slip inside the waistband of his pants.
“Do you hate me like this? You do, don’t you?”
A voice steeped in self-loathing came from behind him. Liu turned to face Yeehyeon. Flushed up to his ears and the corners of his eyes, Yeehyeon leaned against him. He was in a state where he couldn’t even stand properly without leaning on something. Liu wrapped an arm around Yeehyeon’s waist and held him.
Yeehyeon himself was probably the one most surprised and confused by his own actions. But a heat with one’s mate was never a filthy or shameful thing.
“Seo Yeehyeon, you don’t really mean that, do you?”
“I don’t know… It feels like my stomach is on fire. But I’m not thirsty.”
He handed three pills to Yeehyeon, who looked like he was about to burst into tears.
“Hurry and take these, and let’s go home.”
Then he passed him the cup he had filled with water.
Do you hate me like this?
As if. He wanted to take Yeehyeon right here, right now.
So much so that there was no time to undress him or exchange caresses. He wanted to push the bewildered body down, barely pull his pants down to his hips, and immediately plunge his own cock deep inside.
Yeehyeon’s rectum was no longer that of a beta male. The red, plump membrane would be pleasantly, thoroughly wet. He wanted only to push forward recklessly toward that ecstatic pleasure of being tightly gripped, squeezed, and sucked in by it.
He had never had that kind of sex with Yeehyeon before.
But at this rate, it felt like he would. It felt like it would happen.
He absolutely could not let things turn out that way.
A heat in a space that felt perfectly safe and comfortable, with a partner he deeply trusted and loved—he was determined to make Yeehyeon’s first heat exactly that.
Liu bit his lower lip harder.
Holding the struggling Yeehyeon in his arms, Liu also swallowed suppressants. It felt useless, but he swallowed more than the recommended dose anyway. He also swallowed several more of the alpha-specific contraceptives than usual.
A bitter smile surfaced as he recalled the time when he had just started sleeping with Yeehyeon. Back then, too, he used to down entire bottles of useless suppressants like this.
After swallowing more than ten pills, Liu turned his back to Yeehyeon and bent over.
“Get on. Let’s go home.”
“My pants are wet.”
“I don’t care about that.”
Deciding this wasn’t the time to be stubborn, Yeehyeon wrapped his arms around Liu’s neck. Liu tensed his thighs and straightened up. The sudden rush of pheromones made him dizzy for a moment, but he shook his head to clear it.
Hoisting Yeehyeon onto his back, Liu left the atelier and practically ran across the dusky, secluded garden. The sight made him chuckle, thinking he looked like a ruffian from a bygone era, absconding with a maiden he’d set his sights on. All the while, sweat dripped from his temples as he endured his impending rut.
The front of Yeehyeon’s pants and his rear were completely soaked. So much so that slick seeped onto the palm supporting him from below. His cock, pressed against Liu’s back, was also erect.
He felt like he would get a nosebleed from the poison of the pheromones wafting from the breaths Yeehyeon exhaled onto his neck. This wasn’t a joke or a metaphor. His sympathetic nervous system was overstimulated in reaction to the excessive amount of pheromones.
Liu bit his lower lip even tighter. He bit so hard that this time his lip burst, and the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, but he felt no pain. He repeated only one thing in his mind.
Just to the bed. Just to the bed. Just to the bed.
Just to the bed.
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Entering through the front door, Liu went straight to the master bedroom, the deepest room in the hallway. In contrast to the urgency with which he had kicked the door open, his movements were careful as he laid Yeehyeon down on the neatly made bed.
As soon as he was on the bed, Yeehyeon scooted back, dragging his hips, and hugged a pillow.
“I was cleaning up to go home… and suddenly, the slick just gushed out…”
“I see. You must have been surprised. You were scared, weren’t you?”
Turning toward the open bedroom door, Liu raised an arm to wipe the sweat from his bicep. It might have seemed like he was answering perfunctorily, but it was because he was concentrating all his energy on resisting the omega’s heat pheromones. It was a miracle he hadn’t fallen into a rut yet.
Liu closed the bedroom door. Though they were the only two in the house, closing it wasn’t enough; he even locked it.
Finally, at last. The bedroom.
“We’re home now. It’s just the two of us. Relax. Okay?”
He said in the softest tone he could manage as he walked to the window.
He closed the double-layered curtains so that not even a faint sliver of light could get in, and checked the amount of water left in the bedroom’s small refrigerator. He went to the master bathroom and pulled down all the towels from the shelf. As he moved about, he continuously scraped his split lip with his upper teeth, sucking away the flowing blood.
Returning from the bathroom, Liu dropped the heavy pile of towels onto one side of the bed.
Heat and rut. This should be enough preparation to get through their mating cycles.
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