“It was exactly like the symptoms I read about in the book.”
Yeehyeon muttered, still hugging the pillow.
A book? Ah… Thanks to all the theoretical texts, history books, and essays on Alphas and Omegas that he had been diligently reading since Paris, Yeehyeon was more knowledgeable on the subject than most Alphas or Omegas who had presented during their secondary growth period.
Finally, Yeehyeon raised his head and looked up at Liu.
“Kun, this… is a heat, right?”
“I think it probably is.”
“Why? I never missed a dose of my suppressants.”
Muttering in an aggrieved tone, Yeehyeon buried his face in the pillow he was hugging. The back of his jeans, where he sat with his knees drawn up, was soaked with slick.
Spotting the stain, Liu’s breathing grew ragged and his chest swelled. Sucking on his own blood-scented lips, he took off his shirt and tossed it carelessly onto the floor.
He climbed onto the mattress and crawled on his knees from the foot of the bed toward the head, toward Yeehyeon. Liu rubbed his cheek against Yeehyeon’s raised knee. He was like a great, sleek feline predator.
“It’s not your fault.”
“……”
“It must be because you’re a Diamond Dust.”
He snatched away the pillow Yeehyeon was holding and pushed his stubbornly closed knees outward. Then he crawled deeper into the space that opened up. He took Yeehyeon’s chin in his hand and gently lifted his head.
“Seo Yeehyeon.”
Liu gently scraped the tip of his chin with his thumb and forced a smile. It was to ease Yeehyeon’s tension, even just a little.
“You were just tidying up, and your heat suddenly hit?”
“……”
“Really?”
That couldn’t be. No matter that Yeehyeon had a special trait, if a heat had suddenly broken through the power of the suppressants he had been taking so consistently, there must have been a trigger.
Yeehyeon kept glancing at Liu’s naked body but seemed reluctant to touch it. It was clear that a conflict was raging inside him between the instinct of his heat, which wanted to take his Alpha before him, and his own mind, which was surprised and frightened by the unfamiliar intensity.
Even though it was hellishly difficult to endure his own impending rut, Yeehyeon looked so cute and lovely that a laugh escaped him. Thinking that he really had it bad, another dry laugh followed.
Letting go of Yeehyeon’s chin, Liu pressed his cheek to his. His lips touched the soft shell of his ear. He licked the pretty, round ear with his tongue and whispered, gently scraping it with his teeth.
“We’re a married couple, Yeehyeon.”
“Hngh, ugh.”
Yeehyeon immediately flinched his shoulders in response. His ears were one of his erogenous zones.
The sharp tip of Liu’s tongue slowly traced the complex cartilage of Yeehyeon’s ear.
“A married couple should be honest with each other. We promised we would be.”
“I, I was just thinking about last night for a moment…”
Last night.
Last night, Liu had been in charge of cooking, and Yeehyeon, the dishes.
Liu had approached Yeehyeon from behind as he was pre-washing the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, and had wrapped his arms around Yeehyeon’s aproned waist. At first, he had just held him like that. Yeehyeon had tried to shoo him away in annoyance, but Liu knew he didn’t mean it.
He had been resting his chin on Yeehyeon’s shoulder, and when he turned his head, the long, sleek nape of his neck was right there. Liu had placed a light kiss on the skin. The nape of his neck was also one of Yeehyeon’s erogenous zones.
Unable to focus on the dishes, Yeehyeon had at some point started releasing his pheromones, and Liu couldn’t resist Yeehyeon’s pheromones. It was impossible. And the result… was what anyone could have predicted.
Liu had frantically grabbed the birth control pills from the kitchen drawer and swallowed them, then hastily pulled down Yeehyeon’s pants while he was still standing at the sink. Then he had entered him deeply from behind.
Yeehyeon had pleaded that the feeling of his erect glans rubbing against the apron was strange. Liu had placed a knee between Yeehyeon’s legs, which kept trying to close, to hold them apart, and in the end, had lifted Yeehyeon’s left leg. Yeehyeon’s elbows, braced on the edge of the sink, had buckled again and again.
Wanting to see where they were joined, he had pushed Yeehyeon’s t-shirt up. The long ribbon ties of the apron spilling over his white ass had been terribly lewd.
So he went into heat thinking about that… my other half.
Pulling back slightly, Liu met Yeehyeon’s eyes. From a distance where the tips of their noses touched, he inhaled the pheromones seeping from Yeehyeon’s lips. With his lips parted, Yeehyeon craved Liu’s pheromones and kissed his split lower lip. It must have been an unconscious act.
“You cried and said you didn’t want it, but that wasn’t true, was it?”
“……”
“I knew it, though.”
Liu whispered, his lips still touching Yeehyeon’s.
Afraid of what would happen once their tongues and saliva mixed, neither of them dared to push their tongue into the other’s mouth.
Peck. Peck.
Kissing his dry lips, Liu slid down, tracing Yeehyeon’s jaw and neck toward his chest. His swollen nipples were prominent through his t-shirt. Almost buried in Yeehyeon’s slick-soaked thighs, Liu sought out his mate’s breast and latched on.
“Hngh, heuk… Nngh.”
This time, too, Yeehyeon reacted instantly. His nipples were also one of his erogenous zones. He gripped Liu’s bare shoulders and twisted hard.
The shape of his nipple, larger than before he’d presented, soft yet with a firm core inside, was distinct in his mouth. Liu deliberately rubbed his tongue over the nipple to make the shirt even wetter.
“Haah, hah, hngh. Nngh.”
Yeehyeon’s fingertips dug into Liu’s shoulders as if to tear into them. His hips kept giving way, and without realizing it, Yeehyeon was gradually lying back.
Because of the heat, his nipples were larger than usual, so the volume in his mouth felt different. A fuller feeling. Liu couldn’t seem to pull away. He pressed down with the tip of his tongue, then held it between his teeth and gnawed on it.
“Ah! It hurts… it hurts.”
For a moment, Yeehyeon flinched hard and hugged Liu’s head.
“Over my shirt… st, stop… Aah! Kun, Kun, it hurts!”
Realizing he had completely lost control and bitten down too hard, Liu quickly released what was in his mouth.
Pressed down by Liu’s weight, Yeehyeon lay on the bed, panting. He had definitely been sitting up just a moment ago. When had I pushed him down like this?
Liu’s breathing was also completely ragged. He shook his head, trying to hold onto his reason, and looked down at Yeehyeon lying beneath him.
His fresh blue-and-white striped t-shirt was soaked in two circles over his chest, clinging to his skin. The shape of his swollen nipples and their rosy color showed through the wet fabric, looking obscene.
Sensing Liu’s gaze, Yeehyeon also looked down at his own chest. Then he pulled at his t-shirt with his hand, trying to peel the fabric off his chest. Such an act only fanned the flames for Liu.
Liu’s hand slipped under Yeehyeon’s t-shirt. He slid his palm up toward his chest, pushing the shirt up as he went.
“I’m sorry I hurt you. But right now, I can’t hold back with you.”
Liu’s eyes were completely captivated by the chest revealed beneath the t-shirt.
His areolas were plumper than usual, as if something had filled them from within, and the nipples at their centers were tautly swollen. A glossy sheen coated the entire nipple. He looked like an omega in the early stages of pregnancy. It was because of the heat. The heat had changed his body to be optimized for reproduction.
A round, firm mound of flesh. It looked as if a milky white fluid would spurt out if he squeezed it between two fingers. The kind that no Alpha could resist pouncing on and suckling.
Yeehyeon’s nipples, wanting to conceive, were more sensual than ever before.
Propped up on his arms, his lower body pressed against Yeehyeon’s, Liu panted. His mind kept going hazy. His lower half, already hard to the point of being rigid, kept prodding at Yeehyeon’s crotch.
“Kun…”
Yeehyeon’s desperate voice called for Liu.
“Yeah.”
For a rare moment, even when Yeehyeon called him, Liu’s gaze remained fixed on his mate’s chest, not his face.
In an instant, Yeehyeon’s pheromones bloomed. He used his palm to caress his own chest.
“Don’t just, look at me like that. Do something.”
Lying down, Yeehyeon twisted his hips, rubbing against him and crying out in distress. Liu bent down again. He took the soft mound of flesh between his lips and sucked, slurp. Without using his teeth, just with the force of his lips.
“Nnnngh… Nngh. Hah, ha.”
Yeehyeon hugged Liu’s head, his fingers tangling in the hair at the back of his head. All the while, Liu suckled freely on the nipple, pushing the t-shirt further up and pulling it off completely.
Having thrown off their shirts, the two embraced and caressed each other wildly. Yeehyeon’s thigh rubbed against Liu’s side, and Liu repeatedly ground his swollen erection against Yeehyeon’s crotch. And yet, they didn’t dare to suck on each other’s lips.
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