The sensation of the thick fluid trickling down his perineum, as always, was just as sexually arousing to Yeehyeon as the direct friction of penetration. Yeehyeon wrapped his legs around Liu’s waist, letting out a thin, sob-like moan.
“Should I? Inside Seo Yeehyeon… Should I make you throb with a knot?”
“Yes… I want you to. That, I want… something more stimulating.”
Yeehyeon immediately nodded and answered honestly, and Liu spat out a pained curse before burying his face in Yeehyeon’s neck again. While showering him with hot kisses and pressing and scraping the head of his penis against Yeehyeon’s prostate, holding his body tight, he did not let go of his own cock.
But they couldn’t have sex like this forever. It was just as impossible as sex without knotting was for an omega in heat and an alpha in rut.
Yeehyeon was slowly coming to realize the power of pheromones, something betas could understand in theory but could never truly feel and empathize with. Another part of himself that had been at work for a long time, but one he had never been conscious of.
Readjusting his grip on his slick, fluid-drenched cock, he whispered soothingly.
“Once you’re all better… let’s go to room 601 and knot for sure.”
“Hh, heuu, hk… Now…”
“Or, should we go to a hotel next time? Should we go to a hotel, hold hands, and ask for the most soundproof room?”
Imagining the situation Liu described, the two of them chuckled lightly and pressed their foreheads together. But the laughter was fleeting.
“I want to do it now. I want it now…”
Whether it was because of the fever or the sorrowful dream he’d had just before waking, Yeehyeon found himself uncharacteristically rushing him, knowing he was only throwing a tantrum because he trusted Liu’s self-control. And yet, Liu’s eyes held not a hint of resentment, but were instead filled with adoration.
Kissing the pouting lips, Liu gripped one of the thin bars of the bed frame, which stood vertically like a cage above Yeehyeon’s head. Then he pulled his hips back until the head of his cock was completely out.
“Ugh, ungh… Heung…”
With the head out but pressed right against the entrance, when would it plunge back in? Yeehyeon shook his head in anticipation, his body trembling.
“Keup.”
He clamped a hand over his mouth at the sudden thrust that drove in all the way to where Liu’s hand stopped it. He looked up with wide eyes at Liu’s face, glistening all over with sweat. Liu rubbed his face against his outstretched arm that was gripping the bar, wiping the sweat away.
Without warning, a series of rapid thrusts followed, pulling completely out of the entrance before slamming back in until his hand stopped it. Overwhelmed by the relentless assault, Yeehyeon kicked at the sheets, his legs flailing.
“Making Seo Yeehyeon want something like this, and I can’t even give it to him…”
“Mm. Mmm. Mm.”
“I’m really… dis…quali…fied, as a boyfriend.”
“Hah, hk. Heut!”
His skillful hip movements, thrusting in and out with short, thick strokes that pressed on the prostate, sent a thrilling current through Yeehyeon’s entire body. Unable to bear the deluge of pleasure any longer, Yeehyeon moved his hand and let out a moan.
“Seo Yeehyeon, your voice.”
Liu warned him in a heavily suppressed voice. To keep from sliding up, Yeehyeon reached out to grab one of the bars and covered his mouth again with his other hand.
Liu’s eyes glistened as he looked down at Yeehyeon. His wet tongue licked his lips several times, as if savoring a taste. Perhaps he, too, was getting a different kind of stimulation from the sight of Yeehyeon, who, even while his whole body was dominated by pleasure, was trying to hold back his moans and tighten his grip on the reins of his reason.
Nudging Yeehyeon’s hand away with his chin, he shoved his stiffly tensed tongue into his mouth. With his mouth completely filled by Liu’s tongue, Yeehyeon couldn’t let out a moan even if he wanted to.
“Mm. Mmmm. Mm.”
The bucking of his hips grew more intense. To keep the bed from shaking as much as possible, instead of applying vertical force, up and down, he kept his movements as horizontal as he could, thrusting into Yeehyeon’s body.
Feeling like he might bite Liu’s tongue, Yeehyeon pressed his lips together and sucked hard on it. He wrapped one arm around Liu’s neck and squeezed the metal bar above his head with the other. He had held back so much that his eyes grew moist. But it seemed that resisting pleasure, just as much as surrendering to it, could amplify the ecstasy.
“Hm. Hmmm. Heuuuungh…”
Something huge, something massive was approaching. It was a pleasure that originated from a different place than a knot. Slick was pouring out from below as if a dam had burst. The foreign sensation was distinct.
With moist eyes, Yeehyeon, almost trembling in fear, sought out Liu’s gaze. Liu’s tongue, which had been filling Yeehyeon’s mouth rather than kissing him, pulled out.
“Haaah… Hh… Haaheuk.”
Yeehyeon’s inner walls convulsed and clenched hard, and semen spurted from his untouched penis. At almost the same moment, Liu pulled his penis out from inside Yeehyeon’s body. As if a plug had been removed, the mixture of both their fluids flowed out of Yeehyeon’s body as if it had been waiting. Each time his lower belly rose and fell with his ragged breaths, the fluid would flow and stop in time with the pulsing opening and closing of his hole.
Yeehyeon instinctively reached a hand down. He smeared the puddle of fluid that was soaking the clothes he had laid down onto his palm and rubbed it between his legs. He did so without even being conscious of what he was doing.
He just wanted to do something lewder. He wanted to be tangled up with him, doing things even more extreme than this, and he wanted a more animalistic release.
“Heuk, hk…”
After slowly writhing and rubbing between his legs for a while, Yeehyeon realized he was faintly sobbing.
Liu lay down between Yeehyeon’s legs, kissing his tears while stroking his own erection. Yeehyeon cupped his cheeks. He kissed the face that was creased in a deep frown from battling his body and instincts.
The memory of when they first touched, skin to skin, in his bedroom came to mind. Back then, Liu hadn’t even been able to come. He had only given Yeehyeon a deep sleep with an orgasm reached through pheromones, one that couldn’t be attained by a normal ejaculation. The thought of the heavy swing of his penis, seen through eyelids fluttering with overwhelming drowsiness, still made his insides ache.
A heavy, languid drowsiness washed over him, just like then, as if someone were pulling him down from under the bed. But Yeehyeon fought to lift his eyelids. And he turned his heavy body over. He turned his head to look back at him over his shoulder.
Clutching his drenched penis, which was pouring out an incredible amount of precum, Liu was frozen in an awkward position, neither fully lying down nor fully sitting up. His whole body was glistening with sweat, yet he still had the blanket draped over his back like a tent over Yeehyeon’s body.
The sight of him merely suppressing his desire was like that of a sexually inexperienced young man, his penis swollen to its maximum but not knowing where to put it or how to find release. For some reason, Yeehyeon’s eyes grew hot. He was boiling over like that, as if his whole body were thickly coated in the essence of his pheromones…
He reached out an arm, grabbed Liu’s wrist, and pulled. Then he buried his face in the pillow and closed his outstretched legs.
“……”
After a moment’s hesitation, Liu lay down, pressing his chest to Yeehyeon’s back. Slipping his arms under Yeehyeon’s armpits, Liu hugged him tight and tried to control his large body, rubbing his penis between his thighs. His restraint was just as endearing as his rampages for him.
He was mechanical, like someone trying to bring himself to orgasm relying solely on the physical friction on his penis. The nature of his movements was completely different from when he caressed Yeehyeon. He seemed to be focusing all his energy on ignoring the fact that a fantastical experience awaited inside Yeehyeon’s body, inside his own Diamond Dust, if he just shifted his hips slightly.
Yeehyeon reached an arm back. He buried his fingers in the rock-hard, defined muscles of Liu’s ass and pulled him closer. At almost the same time, the space between his legs was soaked with warmth. Liu slowly and flexibly twisted his large body, rubbing himself all over Yeehyeon. His pheromones, which had seemed to be blazing red, were simmering down to a gentle orange.
Yeehyeon turned his head and stroked his hair. This wasn’t a hallucination or a perfume. Tonight, he could fall asleep truly surrounded by his pheromones.
What if he hadn’t been there when he woke up, if he had been lying there all alone as usual… He had spoken reproachfully, as if chiding him for flying such a long way, unable to wait just one more day, but that was by no means to say he wasn’t happy about their early reunion.
Burying his face in the pillow again as if he would fall asleep any second, Yeehyeon closed his eyes.
“Mm… I want to sleep like this.”
Liu, who had been nibbling at the area around Yeehyeon’s shoulder, placed his hand over Yeehyeon’s on the bed.
“I’ll go on a diet.”
At the dead-serious reply, Yeehyeon let out a weak laugh. He wanted to exchange more of this silly banter, but it seemed he couldn’t hold on any longer. A slow, devoted, long kiss began to slowly cover his prone body.
If he fell asleep this time, he thought he might dream of Erich and his Ghost reuniting in a turbulent Florence.
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