Chapter 5

The fruit’s surface, flushed rosy from the warm steam, made Yu-gyeom’s mouth water unbidden. Slender where it should be slender, Rian’s buttocks, thighs, and the secret female genitalia nestled beneath were luscious and delightfully plush.

Compared to Rian’s former scrawny frame, his current body suited Yu-gyeom’s tastes far better. Saliva pooled relentlessly beneath Yu-gyeom’s tongue, forcing him to swallow as his Adam’s apple bobbed.

As the shower puff slipped between the cheeks of his rear to wash the intimate opening, a shallow whimper spilled from Rian’s lips.

“It tickles…”

“I know, but we have to wash here thoroughly,” Yu-gyeom coaxed gently. “If the puff is too rough, should I use my hand?”

Yu-gyeom promptly set the shower puff aside and squeezed body wash straight onto his palm. Rubbing the slick gel between his hands, he whipped up a lather before sliding his soapy fingers deep into the crease of Rian’s buttocks.

“Ah.”

Tensing at the unfamiliar sensation, fine muscles rippled across Rian’s thighs and glutes. The moment Yu-gyeom’s fingers made contact, Rian’s tight hole twitched. With his trembling thighs parted slightly, Rian bent his knees a fraction. The tickling sensitivity was pulsing not only through his back hole, but also straight into the cleft of the female genitalia nestled just in front of it.

Seeing Rian tilt his hips high in an explicit posture that practically begged to be penetrated, Yu-gyeom sank onto his haunches right where he stood. Watching the rear entrance flutter and clamp tight beneath his caress stoked a maddening arousal. And what was more, the sight in front of it was even more intoxicating.

As Yu-gyeom’s fingers stroked across the plump, swollen pink folds of his pussy, a gasp Rian could not hold back tore past his lips.

“H-Hyung… It tickles too much… ah…”

Perhaps because thick steam filled the bathroom, Rian found it hard to draw a breath. Every time his rib cage heaved, his lower belly clenched in tandem.

“We have to keep you clean, Rian.”

Yu-gyeom remained resolute. Watching Rian’s lower body being kneaded in his hands under the guise of cleaning made him want to plunge into the boy this second. Yet Yu-gyeom had no intention of yielding his cock so easily, nor was he an Alpha so weak as to lose control of his own desires.

Having been born an Alpha, Yu-gyeom was exceptionally masterly when it came to controlling his lust and pheromones.

Rian, on the other hand, parted his buttocks like a sliced fruit, his own hands spreading himself open as both flushed openings fluttered and trembled violently. With his very own hands, no less. Fuck, it was so damn hot.

“H-Hyung… It itches so much down there…”

Rian wore an expression that looked as if he might burst into tears at any second—the very face he frequently resorted to whenever he begged Yu-gyeom to fuck him.

Yu-gyeom looked down at Rian’s bewitching face. Down below, thick white lather coated his skin. Gazing at that smooth, hairless slit, Yu-gyeom felt a thrilling, sinful urge to press his mouth against it and suck greedily.

Where else in this world could one find a peach so pale and flushed pink? Though seemingly unripe, it overflowed with sweet, sticky nectar—a weapon and a charm unique to Kwon Rian that no bastard who hadn’t peeled him open could ever fathom.

Something Yu-gyeom would never let anyone else see—something that must never be revealed to another living soul.

After savoring Rian’s desperate, pleading gaze a moment longer, Yu-gyeom turned on the showerhead and rinsed Rian clean. Rian needed to be cooled down. If they had sex here, he would end up late for university, and Yu-gyeom wanted Rian to be diligent about his classes.

Instead, Yu-gyeom decided to grant him a parting reward. Dropping onto one knee before the crestfallen boy, Yu-gyeom pressed his lips against Rian’s soft slit, planting wet, tender kisses. Then he leaned upward to place another kiss on Rian’s adorably erect cock. If it were up to him, Yu-gyeom would have taken that stiff shaft into his mouth and sucked him dry on the spot, but he had to exercise restraint.

At the scalding touch of Yu-gyeom’s lips, Rian gasped with a soft shiver, a fresh trickle of arousal weeping instantly from his slit.

“Here’s your reward. A reward for washing up so well.”

“Nnngh…” Rian whimpered, squirming on trembling legs.

Lingeringly unsatisfied, Rian let out a spoiled, petulant whine. Yet Yu-gyeom knew all too well that Rian was secretly pleased.

“You need to control your pheromones, Rian. All right?”

Ducking his head, Rian murmured, “Yeah… Okay.”

“Rian, like I always tell you, you can’t tell other people that hyung washes your pussy for you. Understand?”

“Mm,” Rian agreed submissively.

Ever since he was small, Rian had wanted to brag about how devotedly his brother bathed and groomed him, but he had always held his tongue. Yu-gyeom had constantly reminded him that it was a secret.

Though Yu-gyeom whispered that he was showering Rian with boundless love, Rian never entirely understood why he was forbidden from telling anyone about being loved so deeply. Yu-gyeom had explained that while it was because Rian was precious to him, it was also because he wanted secrets meant only for the two of them.

A secret… I like that.

A secret shared only between him and Yu-gyeom, whom he adored most in the world. As a child, Rian had been so enchanted by the notion that he still guarded that secret faithfully to this day. Besides, Rian would have believed Yu-gyeom even if he claimed fermented bean paste could be made from red adzuki.

Moreover, having manifested as an Omega, Rian understood how hard Yu-gyeom worked to keep Rian’s overflowing lust in check, and so he nodded obediently.

“All done. So pretty, Rian.”

Yu-gyeom towel-dried the remaining moisture from Rian’s body thoroughly before gently smoothing lotion over his skin. Rian smiled shyly, delighted by the lavish praise and the light, affectionate pats Yu-gyeom gave his backside.

Rian had no idea that even as his brother massaged the lotion into his skin, Yu-gyeom was smearing the boy’s body thick with dominant Alpha pheromones.

Yu-gyeom’s actions were akin to a beast marking its territory. Yet lately, mere territory-marking was no longer enough; he hungered to make Rian entirely his own.

To do that, he had to imprint on him. On his hip? Or perhaps… on that secret slit known only to Yu-gyeom himself. He had heard that these days, depending on an Omega’s constitution, an imprint could be placed wherever one desired. Given how clandestine their relationship was, Yu-gyeom wanted to leave his mark in the most secretive place of all.

“Hyung? Hyung?”

Lost in his dark reverie, Yu-gyeom was brought back to reality by Rian’s calling voice.

“Hm? What is it?”

Blinking in surprise, Yu-gyeom lifted his gaze to find Rian already standing outside the bathroom, holding a hairdryer.

“Dry my hair for me.”

Rian truly couldn’t do a single thing without him. His lovely, precious Rian.

Smiling softly, Yu-gyeom approached Rian and took the hairdryer from his hands.

“Come here, Rian.”

Yu-gyeom led Rian over to the sofa and pulled him down onto his lap, switching on the hairdryer to dry the boy’s damp strands.

Under the warm, gentle breeze, Rian’s pheromones deepened in scent. Yu-gyeom fixed his gaze on the nape of Rian’s neck—the slender curve of his throat, the delicate knobs of his spine trailing down, the narrow waist, and the soft cheeks of his bottom grinding against Yu-gyeom’s thighs.

Because Yu-gyeom was wearing only shorts, he could distinctly feel the bare folds of Rian’s slit pressing against his thighs. Wet arousal weeping from the cleft was stickily soaking into his bare skin. Whether the boy realized it or not—no, he surely knew.

He knew, which was why he kept twitching his slit, deliberately teasing Yu-gyeom.

Yu-gyeom could read Rian’s intentions like an open book. The sweet Omega pheromones seeping from between the boy’s pressed hips made Yu-gyeom’s entire body simmer with heat.

The warm air from the hairdryer seemed to stoke the fire between his legs even further. Heat rose to Yu-gyeom’s cheeks.

“Rian, it’s all dry.”

“Mm… Having my hair dried makes me sleepy,” Rian murmured lazily.

Rian’s voice drifted out in a cozy hum. As soon as Yu-gyeom set down the hairdryer, Rian turned around to face him. He wrapped his arms around Yu-gyeom’s neck, pressing his naked lower body flush against Yu-gyeom’s lower abdomen.

“What are you doing, Rian?”

It was dangerous how transparent every little thing Rian did was. Still wrapped around him, Rian rolled his hips in a slow, languid grind, rubbing his wet slit directly into Yu-gyeom’s thigh.

“Hngh… That’s not it, I’m just sleepy…”

Rian buried his face in the crook of Yu-gyeom’s neck.

“You can’t go trying to seduce hyung at every hour of the day, Rian.”

When Yu-gyeom finally gave in and gathered Rian into a firm embrace, Rian snapped his head up, his face flushing red now that his flimsy excuse of being sleepy had been seen through.

“…It’s not that…” Rian stammered in embarrassment.

“I told you, acting so easy isn’t a good habit.”

“That’s only because it’s you, hyung… Only in front of hyung,” Rian protested defensively.

“Look at the clock. Aren’t you going to be late for school?”

“You never give in anyway, no matter how much I tempt you…” Rian grumbled under his breath.

“Now that you know, will you get off me?”

Even as Yu-gyeom spoke, his gaze remained endlessly tender. Looking at Rian’s sulking pout, he stroked the boy’s hair, smoothing a gentle palm down his spine to his rear. He could feel Rian’s body stiffen with desire under his touch, but they truly were out of time.

“I just want to stay glued to you, hyung.”

Rian’s whining had only gotten worse lately. Why did he cling even more now that he was an adult? It was almost like separation anxiety.

“Riaaan…”

This time, Yu-gyeom adopted a coaxing, pleading tone of his own. At that, Rian, who had been nuzzling his cheek against Yu-gyeom’s shoulder like a puppy, reluctantly peeled himself away with an expression of profound regret. Watching his dejected, slouching back as he trudged toward his bedroom, Rian looked every bit like a deflated puppy.

Yu-gyeom couldn’t help chuckling quietly to himself as he watched Rian go.