[Hngh, hh… Ku, Kun….]
“Yeah, Yeehyeon.”
At the end of the voice that sought Liu in a pained-looking state, the wide view of the screen above suddenly narrowed. This time, it was extremely close. The tightly drawn-in folds and the movement of his finger bones were as vivid as if seen from right in front of his nose. Feeling as though he had his face buried in Yeehyeon’s perineum, Liu instinctively took a deep breath.
The slick that had seeped out around Yeehyeon’s fingers was trickling down the back of his hand, between his spread legs, and onto the bedspread. The sheer volume of it, as much as the precum flowing from Liu’s own glans, poured out ceaselessly, as if something inside had burst, as if something had gone wrong.
“This is driving me crazy.”
Liu threw his head back, knocking the back of it against the headboard, and muttered through his teeth.
[Hngh, hngh, Kun….]
The voice of the unseen Yeehyeon, calling for him, was desperate. He still lacked the experience to handle the abnormal level of arousal brought on by the pheromones. He wanted to do something, anything, for Yeehyeon’s bucking body as he tried to block the slick leaking from his hole, but he himself was 9,000 kilometers away.
“Yeehyeon, I want to lick you.”
[Hah, hh… hh.]
His throat was parched no matter how many times he swallowed. With an excitement that felt like every blood vessel in his body would rupture, Liu panted, stroking his penis rapidly. The pheromones racing through his veins wanted Yeehyeon. The Ghost in him wanted Diamond Dust. It howled as if self-harming, slamming its body against all four walls, demanding he be brought before him.
“Seo Yeehyeon, that spot… I want to lick it until it’s red and soft.”
[Do it…. Lick me…. A Wei, make it soft for me.]
When they were together, Yeehyeon rarely asked for anything during sex. Liu never left him alone long enough for him to even want a certain type of caress.
But during phone sex, it was different. To reach climax through each other’s absent presence, they had to demand impossible skinship. Just by demanding and responding, they had to heighten the pleasure by mobilizing the fantasy of the other’s tongue delving into their secret places and lapping away. Liu, too, had to be satisfied with only the fantasy of pulling out Yeehyeon’s clumsy fingers stirring inside and thrusting his own tongue in their place, persistently attacking his most vulnerable spot. He didn’t know how it was for Betas, but for an Alpha and an Omega in a state dominated by pheromones, it was torture.
“My pheromones right now… I think they’re going to explode.”
His face contorted, Liu gripped his cock and thrust his hips high. Even though he wasn’t directly affected by Yeehyeon’s pheromones, he couldn’t control his own pheromone secretion. When it came to Yeehyeon, his ability to control himself had never functioned properly from the start.
“I wish you could smell them. I want to see you go crazy from the scent.”
[I want to smell them…. A Wei’s pheromones, it feels like… they’re still here.]
He didn’t seem to be aware of it himself, but Yeehyeon’s hole was pulsing. It was softening. He was going crazy with the need to enter that hole, which had finished its preparations and was now quivering for him. He wanted to be drenched in Yeehyeon’s pheromones, to hold him and entangle with him like a beast all night long.
“Me too…. It feels like I’m buried between Seo Yeehyeon’s legs…. Yeehyeon, spread them wider for me. Let me… come inside.”
Unable to suppress his racing instincts any longer, Liu sat up, placed his phone on the mattress, and got up. Kneeling, he spread his legs wide, rested his ass on his heels, and wrapped his right hand around his cock. Simply stroking himself to ejaculation with his hand, like most Beta men, wasn’t enough to release the heat satisfactorily. To burn even a little more energy, Liu rocked his hips, looking down at the phone that illuminated the space between Yeehyeon’s legs.
Yeehyeon pushed another index finger into his anus. Liu licked his lips, watching the entrance open and accept the finger smoothly, without any resistance.
[Euh, mm… hngh….]
His moans deepened, becoming closer to sobs.
Inside, Yeehyeon carefully spread his two fingers apart and rubbed his ass against the sheet. A milky, cloudy slick trickled out from the horizontally elongated oval opening. Clenching his left fist so hard his nails dug into his palm, Liu collapsed onto the mattress.
He wanted to jam his rampaging penis into Yeehyeon’s narrow body and fuck him until the bed broke. His whole body felt bound in tight, suffocating chains.
The desire to move in and out of Yeehyeon’s body as it changed into an Omega’s, the thirst for union with his Diamond Dust, was too much to be expressed by the word ‘lust.’ It felt as directly linked to life as the instinct to breathe. As if he would die if he couldn’t touch him.
He wanted to hold that body tight and thrust inside him for hours all night. He wanted to rub his cock countless times against the inner walls, completely and sweetly melted by the mix of his poured-out precum, the enormous amount of semen, and the secretions Yeehyeon himself released, to knot inside him over and over and make him writhe. Even if he became the kind of Alpha he despised, one whose mind was a jumble of messed-up combinations and arrangements, left with only instinct, he wouldn’t care if the other person was Yeehyeon.
Listening to Yeehyeon’s pained-sounding moans as he lay collapsed on the mattress, Liu wiped his face several times.
“Yeehyeon… it’s hard, isn’t it? Your fingers, try moving them in and out…. Like I used to do for you, hm? You have to come quickly, to feel better….”
[Hnngh, hh… no… I want it inside…. I want A Wei, to do it… for me…. I hate this, I hate it…. Rub against me…. I want to knot…. I want A Wei to do it….]
At the end of his rambling, which had completely departed from the realm of reason, Yeehyeon dropped his phone. The screen was meaninglessly pointing at the ceiling, but the sounds of insertion as he prodded himself and his sob-like moans continued.
“Yeehyeon… I’m sorry…. I’m… a real bastard….”
[Kun… Kuun… Hah, euh, A Wei….]
It felt as if Yeehyeon was calling for him not because of sexual arousal, but because he was in trouble and danger, and it was driving him mad. His penis was racing toward ejaculation, but at the same time, his chest ached with a sharp pain.
On the other side of the screen, unseen, Yeehyeon seemed to have reached his climax, and for a while, only languid moans continued, faint and on the verge of breaking off.
Clawing at the sheets, Liu mindlessly rocked his hips at nothing and came shortly after, but he felt no sense of release, neither physically nor emotionally.
This was their third time having phone sex, and each time, Yeehyeon had bewitched him with a more honest and sexy version of himself, but even while they stimulated each other with all sorts of lewd words and daring camera angles, even at the moment of ejaculation, the things he wanted most were always a hug and a kiss.
He wanted to hold him, to kiss him. He wanted to answer all of Yeehyeon’s desires. After he reached orgasm, he wanted to brush back his hair as he shivered and gasped for breath, and feel the convulsions inside him for a long time.
Still lying face down on the sheet, gripping his cock that hadn’t subsided at all after coming, Liu blankly stared at the ring on his left hand and fiddled with it.
“I miss you.”
This time, too, it was less a confession meant for Yeehyeon and more a spontaneous utterance, his lips parting on their own as the emotions welling up in his chest exceeded their storage capacity. He couldn’t even be sure if Yeehyeon, who was probably writhing on the sheets, limp from the afterglow of his orgasm, had heard his murmur.
He picked up the phone that was lying silently facing the ceiling and propped the screen sideways to show his own prone face. He didn’t know how long he’d been facing the screen, but Yeehyeon, lying on his side on the pillow, was watching him through the lens.
“Was it good?”
Yeehyeon smiled faintly, his face slick with sweat. It was a troubled look, as if he could neither say it was good nor that it wasn’t. It was also a face that wanted his touch, full of unresolved passion.
“You’re probably still twitching inside. Right?”
As if just hearing those words made his lower body stir, Yeehyeon bit his lip gently and lowered his gaze. Then, as if to change the subject, he brushed the hair stuck to his face and asked playfully, a hint of a smile on his face.
[Today… how many more times do you think you’ll do it later?]
He was pretending his reason had returned after coming, but a tremor still remained in his voice. Liu, who had been lying with his cheek on the sheet, propped himself up on his elbows. Lying on his stomach, he laced his fingers together and ruffled his hair, then bit his lower lip and narrowed his eyes at the empty air, feigning contemplation.
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