As his hands roamed over Liu’s rugged back, Yeehyeon whispered in his ear.
“I, I want you so much, Kun.”
“Me too.”
“I want you so much it’s scary, and my body hurts.”
“Where?”
“Outside, and inside… it all hurts. I’m thirsty. No, my stomach… feels like it’s on fire. It’s itchy.”
Yeehyeon arched his back, rubbing his stomach and groin against Liu’s abdomen.
It was one of the main symptoms of heat. Heat rises in the tri-zone, making the inside of the stomach feel hot, and that heat is sometimes mistaken for an itch. Like how your skin itches when you get into a hot bath after shivering in the cold.
An alpha in rut feels the same heat in his penis.
He instinctively realizes that he can only be freed from that heat by penetrating an omega’s body and thrusting like a madman. Just as a newborn babe finds and suckles its mother’s breast without anyone teaching it how.
Liu pulled Yeehyeon into a tight embrace. He buried his nose and mouth in the fragrant nape of his neck and his bare shoulder. And he inhaled his mate’s pheromones. The potent heat pheromones that struck, paralyzed, and shattered the brain.
“I won’t know if you just say it like that. Where does it hurt so much?”
“It’s itchy.”
“You have to tell me so I can make it better.”
“Can this really get better? Does it?”
Yeehyeon was on the verge of tears. His first heat, which had burst out despite him taking his suppressants diligently—how terrifying it must be.
Liu lifted his head and met Yeehyeon’s eyes. He swept his hair back and rubbed his thumb over his cheek. He rubbed the tip of his nose against Yeehyeon’s and managed an awkward smile.
“That’s what I’m here for. Your alpha.”
From under slowly blinking eyelids, Yeehyeon sought out Liu’s gaze.
“Don’t… talk like you’re a tool.”
Yeehyeon was so lovely, taking his side even in a situation like this.
Keeping their eyes locked, Liu fumbled his hand down between his and Yeehyeon’s lower abdomens. He undid the button on Yeehyeon’s jeans and pulled down the zipper. Reaching a hand behind his back, he grabbed the waistband of the jeans and yanked them down at once, along with the underwear. Pheromones bloomed from his exposed lower body.
As he pulled the jeans off Yeehyeon’s legs one by one, just as he had for Parang, Liu gave the reclining Yeehyeon a grin. But sweat dripped from his face as he endured the pheromones.
“Tell your husband. Where does it hurt the most?”
A drop of sweat that had pooled on the tip of Liu’s chin fell onto Yeehyeon’s lower belly. Yeehyeon reached a hand toward Liu. Liu reflexively bent down, and Yeehyeon’s hand slid all the way down his left arm, starting from the shoulder.
Naked, disheveled, and panting in the throes of heat, Yeehyeon was a pheromone bomb incarnate. Liu could not defy him.
Grabbing Liu’s wrist, Yeehyeon guided that hand to his own wet, lukewarm sex. The strong, veined back of his hand covered the wide expanse of his slick-drenched opening.
In that instant, pheromones exploded from Yeehyeon. It was like a river flooding through a broken dam. Like a tsunami that destroyed and engulfed everything. Liu was helplessly swept away by his mate’s pheromones.
Using Liu’s hand to rub his precious place, Yeehyeon spread his legs wider.
“Here. The place A-Wei made into an omega’s.”
Ugh…
A pained groan escaped Liu’s lips.
“This is where it hurts the most.”
Biting his lip hard, Liu exhaled a long breath through his nostrils. A sensation he had never felt before was rapidly blooming in his genitals. A heat like he was on fire, a burning feeling akin to an itch. His temples throbbed. The taste of blood seeped from between his bitten lips.
“Seo Yeehyeon.”
“Nngh… Khuh, Kun.”
Liu, who had been letting Yeehyeon do as he pleased, began to move his own hand. He caressed the soft flesh of the secret place gently, yet obscenely.
“No matter what I do or what I say today, it’s because of the rut.”
“…Rut?”
Liu nodded at Yeehyeon, who looked up in surprise.
“I think I’m in a full-blown rut.”
“……”
“You’ll take responsibility, right?”
Before he could even hear an answer, Liu crushed his lips against Yeehyeon’s.
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Eumhwa.
A male omega’s anus, which has fully presented and matured to also serve the function of a sex organ. In English, a herma; in slang, a gunggari.
To feel pleasure, the entrance of the eumhwa had developed peripheral nerves, and the inner walls had grown fleshier and more elastic.
Yeehyeon’s lower body was now a complete eumhwa. On top of that, because he was in heat, the perineum between his testicles and anus was plumply swollen, and the flesh around the opening was soft and plush. It was a sign that his body was ready to bear a child.
Instead of succumbing to his rut and having rough sex by immediately shoving his head in, Liu took his time, rubbing his cock around Yeehyeon’s eumhwa.
Mmm…
Submerged in pleasure, he groaned heavily.
His glans traveled up from the pulsing entrance of the eumhwa to poke firmly behind Yeehyeon’s testicles, then changed angles to press against his balls. Then it slid back down, scraping over the hole before pulling back.
“Hnngh, ngh. Ht. Nngh. Khu, Kun. Stop. That, please…”
Yeehyeon threw his right arm up to cover his face. The caress of a cock rubbing up and down against his eumhwa, which was half a sex organ, was driving him crazy. The gray towel Liu had placed under his ass was turning dark with the slick he was ceaselessly leaking.
“Please… Kun, stop! My, my stomach hurts… it hurts…”
“I haven’t even done anything yet. What hurts?”
“Nothing… at all!”
It hurts because you haven’t done anything at all.
Instead of finishing the sentence, Yeehyeon bit his lower lip. He crumpled the sheet he was clutching in his left hand even more. His body, consumed by heat, was filled with a burning fever, but in a corner of his frontal lobe, a sliver of reason remained, suppressing his impulses.
But how much longer could he hold on?
He felt like he was about to blurt out those words. Put it in, no, fuck me. Shove your alpha into my anus that’s become a gunggari and rock your hips wildly.
“Tell me, Seo Yeehyeon. Nothing, what?”
Liu looked wicked, asking that with a grin on his sweat-streaked face.
Yeehyeon’s resentful gaze as he looked up at him suddenly hazed over languidly.
“Nngh, ngh… Nnngh… Sob. Hnngh, sob.”
Liu had stretched the edge of Yeehyeon’s eumhwa with his thumb. Then he rubbed his thick glans, dripping with precum, around the stretched-open hole. It was an obscene friction.
Yeehyeon threw his chin back and his shoulders thrashed.
“Nnngh, hnngh, hahk! N-No… Aah, hngh! That, I don’t like it.”
The hole, already thoroughly soaked, twitched as if it would suck in the tip of the glans the moment it touched. Liu’s bloodshot eyes were fixed on it. Hoo, hoo. His broad, thick shoulders heaved as he panted hot breaths.
“I told you to tell me.”
His restrained voice kept egging Yeehyeon on. Below, he repeatedly pressed his glans lightly against the softly opened hole.
“Why can’t you say it? Are you still resisting the heat? Huh?”
“You too, A-Wei…”
“What about me.”
“You want to put it in.”
Tears welled in Yeehyeon’s resentful eyes. Liu didn’t answer. He only forced a semblance of composure, crafting a mischievous smile.
“I’m really in pain… It’s so hot…”
Yeehyeon was now scratching at his abdomen, whimpering for him to erase the heat’s fever. The skin where his nails had passed immediately turned red. Liu grabbed Yeehyeon’s wrist to stop him from scratching.
“It really hurts… Kun… Stop teasing me. Please, just stop…”
Even knowing it wasn’t that kind of pain, the sight of him tore his heart apart. Liu unknowingly bit down on his lip. The bleeding, which had stopped, started again, seeping into his mouth.
Liu slowly pushed his hips toward Yeehyeon’s groin. Then, with a heavily grimacing, sweat-drenched face, he gave a faint smile.
“Teasing you? I’m exercising miraculous patience and holding back.”
“Hah, ngh… Heup.”
“So I don’t rape you.”
Yeehyeon’s tear-filled eyes stared at Liu. Then he pulled the hand Liu was holding toward himself. After a moment’s hesitation, Liu bent down and approached him awkwardly. Yeehyeon cupped Liu’s face with both hands.
“I know what sex during a rut is like.”
“Knowing doesn’t mean it won’t hurt you.”
Yeehyeon licked Liu’s bleeding lip with the tip of his tongue. Why this blood was here. Why this man was biting his lip until it was like this, what he was enduring. He knew it all.
An alpha’s rut sex.
Not an exchange of emotions, but a copulation ruled by the reproductive urge, merely repeating penetration and knotting until the sacs were empty… solely for the purpose of impregnation.
This was the trace of him holding back, holding back on his own, to avoid having that kind of sex with Yeehyeon.
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