Chapter 80

Blushing a violent, furious crimson all the way from his neck down to his chest, Yeon-oh roughly scrubbed his face with his hands. Ripping his own robe off completely, he aggressively wiped the slick residue from Gi-hyeon’s thigh. Suspecting the obvious, Gi-hyeon asked hesitantly.

“Are you… in a rut?”

If he wasn’t in a rut, there was absolutely no logical explanation for him sporting an erection so massive it was literally leaking pre-cum. Gi-hyeon had been absolutely certain that seeing him naked would instantly kill Yeon-oh’s arousal, forcing him to surrender without even getting hard. So what the hell was turning him on? Despite the bewildered inquiry, Yeon-oh’s flushed complexion didn’t waver.

Ignoring the question entirely, Yeon-oh grabbed Gi-hyeon’s arm, yanking the robe completely off his shoulders before peering down between his legs. The invasive, leering scrutiny felt exactly like a pervert flipping a skirt to peek at underwear, flooding Gi-hyeon with intense humiliation. He tried to rip his arm away, but Yeon-oh’s brute strength pinned it securely above his head.

“Smooth all over, I see…”

Extending his free hand, Yeon-oh slowly, deliberately dragged his palm from Gi-hyeon’s armpit all the way down the curve of his chest. When Gi-hyeon flinched and tried to curl inward, the heavy palm pinned him flat before grazing across a nipple that had inexplicably grown hard and distended. The friction against the hyper-sensitive, heat-swollen peak sent a bizarre, electric shock straight to his groin. Feeling as if every drop of blood in his body was converging on that single point, Gi-hyeon desperately tried to halt the assault.

“Hey, wait a sec—”

Despite the frantic protest, Yeon-oh simply continued exploring every inch of Gi-hyeon’s body with glazed, mesmerized eyes. With the tips of his ears and his neck still violently flushed, the hand mapping the contours of Gi-hyeon’s chest and stomach was noticeably trembling. Why the hell is he the one trembling? I should be the one who’s nervous, Gi-hyeon thought. Or maybe he’s just trying to suppress his absolute disgust at my body. Releasing a low sigh, Gi-hyeon offered an out.

“You don’t have to force yourself. If looking at my front repulses you, we can just do it from the back…”

Grabbing Yeon-oh’s hand to push it away, Gi-hyeon prepared to roll over. Yeon-oh clicked his tongue sharply and pressed his palm firmly against Gi-hyeon’s lower abdomen. Gi-hyeon’s engorged, flushed erection bounced up, lightly smacking against the back of Yeon-oh’s hand with a soft thud.

“Ugh…”

“…”

Unable to suppress it, a breathless moan escaped Gi-hyeon’s lips. Horrified by his own involuntary reaction, he slapped a hand over his mouth and stared up at Yeon-oh in panic.

Yeon-oh’s thick Adam’s apple bobbed slowly. His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but he abruptly pushed himself off the bed and left the room. Propping himself up on his elbows in confusion, Gi-hyeon watched him return carrying a small paper box. It was the condoms he had bought earlier.

Relief flooded Gi-hyeon. It seemed the humiliating, agonizing foreplay was finally over, leaving only the mechanical insertion. He was already mortified by the slick, wet sensation building between his ass cheeks, and the cloying, sickly-sweet aroma increasingly saturating the bedroom was driving him crazy.

It was in these exact moments that he felt profoundly alienated from his new Omega biology. Having his physiological arousal so blatantly broadcasted to his partner was deeply humiliating. He just wanted to get the penetration over with so Yeon-oh would finally realize how utterly absurd this entire charade was. But the words that left Yeon-oh’s mouth completely derailed his expectations.

“I guess you mostly took it up the ass with that bastard?”

Failing to process the accusation, Gi-hyeon was too slow to answer. Yeon-oh didn’t bother waiting, tossing the box aside and practically climbing on top of him, driving his knees deep into the mattress. With Yeon-oh positioned directly between his spread thighs, Gi-hyeon became agonizingly aware of his slick, wet ass cheeks brushing against the man’s knees. Feeling grotesquely overexposed, he desperately wanted to snap his legs shut, but physics denied him. Just as he grabbed handfuls of the discarded robe to cover his shame, Yeon-oh intervened.

“You won’t be needing that anymore,” Yeon-oh smirked, dropping his head directly between Gi-hyeon’s thighs.

“What are you—!”

Before a terrified Gi-hyeon could even buck his hips, Yeon-oh clamped his hands down onto Gi-hyeon’s pelvis, pinning him flat. The sudden movement sent Gi-hyeon’s fully erect cock brushing right against Yeon-oh’s cheek.

“Ugh…!”

The shocking friction dragged a sharp moan from him. Gi-hyeon desperately shoved at Yeon-oh’s head, but Yeon-oh was faster, swallowing the cock whole.

“Ah, ugh—!”

A wet, sloppy slurping sound instantly filled the quiet room. Sucking in a violent breath, Gi-hyeon threw his head back against the pillows. As his cock was engulfed by the hot, wet cavern of Yeon-oh’s mouth, a devastating surge of pleasure paralyzed him, leaving him thrashing helplessly like a fish skewered on a harpoon.

The slightly rough texture of the tongue dragging up his shaft combined with the suffocating, wet heat wrapping around his glans was absolute sensory violence. His entire sexual repertoire consisted solely of his encounters with Jo Yeon-oh, so logically, this should feel familiar. Yet, the sensation was entirely, terrifyingly new.

He had fully expected Yeon-oh to be violently repulsed by his dick—especially a throbbing, fully erect one—yet the man was aggressively sucking him off. Gi-hyeon couldn’t figure out if the sheer psychological shock of the act was turning him on, or if the raw, physical pleasure of the tongue swirling around his dick was solely responsible. Completely losing control, Gi-hyeon clamped his inner thighs tightly around Yeon-oh’s head. Groaning as if suffocating from the aggressive throat-fucking, Yeon-oh grabbed Gi-hyeon’s knees and forced them wider apart.

“…Ah, ahh—.”

As the obscene, wet sounds of sucking and swallowing echoed relentlessly, Gi-hyeon lost his mind, involuntarily bucking his hips upward. It was a pure, animalistic thrust, desperately burying his cock deeper into the hole. He could vividly feel his glans punching against the tight, resisting ring of Yeon-oh’s throat. Gagging slightly, Yeon-oh peered up at Gi-hyeon, the rims of his eyes flushed a watery, brilliant red.

“…Hk—!”

And pathetically, the exact instant their eyes locked, Gi-hyeon’s lower abs violently convulsed as he exploded into climax. It felt as though his cum was being physically milked out of him. A blinding white light shattered his vision; he couldn’t even tell if his eyes were open or closed. He simply lay there, trembling violently. With a wet, sloppy pop, Yeon-oh pulled back, releasing the semi-flaccid cock from his mouth.

“…What the hell. When did you cum? I didn’t taste anything.”

His throat slightly raw from the deep-throating, Yeon-oh’s husky whisper felt exactly like a wet tongue dragging across Gi-hyeon’s earlobe. Despite having already climaxed, the electric aftershocks refused to fade, leaving Gi-hyeon trembling violently with his face buried in his hands. The air was thick with dominant pheromones. Misting the room like a heavy fog, Yeon-oh’s scent clung to his damp skin. Suddenly realizing what Yeon-oh had just said, Gi-hyeon stared in pure horror at the man casually wiping his mouth with the discarded robe.

“Did you… Did you swallow all of it?”

“You blasted it straight down my throat, what exactly was I supposed to do? You shot it so deep I couldn’t even spit it back up if I tried.”

Despite his nonchalant tone, his eyes remained obsessively locked onto Gi-hyeon’s crotch. From the very second the robe came off, Yeon-oh hadn’t broken eye contact, aggressively devouring every inch of Gi-hyeon’s naked body. The sheer weight of that obsessive scrutiny was suffocating.

Already naked, Gi-hyeon felt like he was being flayed alive. He desperately wanted to snap his legs shut or at least cover his saliva-slicked dick, but Yeon-oh had both his knees pinned firmly to the mattress, making escape impossible. Why the hell was he staring so intently? It was bizarre; Yeon-oh didn’t look remotely disgusted. Gi-hyeon had been certain the Alpha would be utterly repulsed by his male anatomy, completely incapable of getting hard, yet even after literally sucking a dick, Yeon-oh’s massive erection was still furiously leaking pre-cum.

Gi-hyeon let out a sigh. Is he okay with this because my biology shifted to Omega? The instant that thought surfaced, a sharp, cold ache pierced his sternum. The realization that he still possessed a heart capable of breaking over Jo Yeon-oh was both hilarious and profoundly pathetic, dragging a bitter, hollow chuckle from his lips.

“You…”

Yeon-oh violently flinched. Confused, Gi-hyeon looked up to find Yeon-oh glaring at him with blazing, furious eyes. Seconds ago, he had looked completely blissed out; now, he looked homicidal. Just as Gi-hyeon was about to ask what his problem was, Yeon-oh muttered under his breath.

“The only time you fucking smile is in a moment like this…”

Gi-hyeon stared blankly at the incomprehensible accusation. Why the hell was he suddenly obsessing over a smile? Come to think of it, since fleeing to Ilsan and settling down here, Gi-hyeon found himself chuckling quite often. Looking back, he genuinely didn’t know why he had never managed a single genuine smile before. Even when the doctors at the hospital cracked jokes, he had merely faked a polite smile. Perhaps that was why Yeon-oh harbored such a psychotic obsession with his rare smiles. However, Gi-hyeon absolutely did not want to deal with that particular obsession while lying naked in a hotel bed.

Sighing heavily, he asked, “Are we doing this or not?”

“…”

Yeon-oh didn’t answer, merely fixing Gi-hyeon with an agonizingly intense, emotional stare. But Gi-hyeon no longer possessed the energy to care what was running through the man’s head. Perhaps that profound emotional disconnect was too glaringly obvious, because Yeon-oh suddenly reached out and clamped a hand over Gi-hyeon’s eyes.

“What. Why?”

“…”

Getting no answer, Gi-hyeon was thoroughly bewildered. Then, something pressed against his lips.

Gi-hyeon blinked rapidly in shock, his eyelashes fluttering vividly against Yeon-oh’s palm. Something forcefully parted his lips and slipped inside. It was wet, boiling hot, and slippery.

Paralyzed, the only thing Gi-hyeon could process was the deafening, frantic pounding of his own heart roaring in his ears. He had never, in his wildest fantasies, imagined Jo Yeon-oh was physically capable of kissing him.

Thrown into a state of absolute panic, Gi-hyeon completely forgot how to breathe, his lungs burning desperately for air.

Gi-hyeon gently pushed against Yeon-oh’s chest. Peeling Yeon-oh’s hand away from his eyes, he asked, “Why… why did you…”

“I couldn’t… breathe…”

Because their lips were still practically brushing, the words tickled Gi-hyeon’s mouth as they were spoken. Feeling a flush of heat rapidly climbing from his neck to his cheeks, Gi-hyeon felt hopelessly flustered and desperately wanted to shove Yeon-oh off him. But Yeon-oh simply pressed their lips together again. A soft “Mmm” escaped from the seal of their kiss.

“Mmm, mnn…”

Because Yeon-oh was straddling him, their erections pressed flush against each other. Startled by the sudden, intense friction, Gi-hyeon gasped and shoved hard against Yeon-oh’s chest. Surprised by the abrupt, aggressive rejection, a flicker of genuine concern crossed Yeon-oh’s eyes as he scrutinized Gi-hyeon.

“What’s wrong, hm?”

Hearing that uncharacteristically gentle tone, Gi-hyeon lightly smacked Yeon-oh’s arm.

“You crazy bastard, you’re crushing my stomach.”

“Ah. Ah…”

Letting out a rare, idiotic sound of realization, a panicked Yeon-oh immediately hoisted his lower half up and stared down at Gi-hyeon’s stomach. Rolling off Gi-hyeon entirely, he carefully, tentatively stroked Gi-hyeon’s lower abdomen.

“Are you okay?”

“…Yeah.”

Gi-hyeon hadn’t actually felt any pain, and the exaggerated reaction made him feel instantly sheepish, but the sudden pressure against his pregnant belly had legitimately startled him. .

..Furthermore, the visceral sensation of their dicks grinding together had triggered a panicked, involuntary reflex to push Yeon-oh away. They had done far more explicit things in the past, but the thought of grinding his cock against a completely sober Jo Yeon-oh induced a wave of overwhelming, paralyzing embarrassment.

Meanwhile, apparently unconvinced by Gi-hyeon’s reassurances, Yeon-oh continued to anxiously inspect his stomach.

Finally, Gi-hyeon threw an arm over his flushed face and muttered, “…Just stop fussing and do it.”

Yeon-oh stared down at him silently for a long moment before pressing a gentle kiss to the arm shielding Gi-hyeon’s face. Slowly pulling the arm down, he reached between Gi-hyeon’s legs and began rubbing the slick, wet cleft between his ass cheeks.

“Mnn…”

The sensation of being so wet down there remained profoundly alien and uncomfortable. As Yeon-oh massaged the slick entrance in slow circles, a single finger slowly slipped inside.

“Ugh…”

“Does it hurt?”

Instead of answering, Gi-hyeon simply shook his head. Encouraged, the finger began to move, stroking the interior with excruciating slowness. Unable to endure the agonizingly gentle pace, Gi-hyeon propped himself up on his elbows and smacked Yeon-oh’s chest.

“Seriously, what… ugh—. What the hell are you doing?! Why do you keep playing these stupid games?”