One Day, A Gangster… Chapter 14.2

Wooyoon’s mouth fell open as he listened to Pilsung. He felt like he was being drawn into Pilsung’s words. Deeper and deeper, until he could forget all the harsh words his brother had said.

“The fact that he even considered using an alpha to improve his life shows how messed up he is. But he doesn’t know it. He thinks it’s the right way. So how much must he have hated you, an omega, and himself, a beta? That’s why he lost his mind.”

Pilsung twirled his index finger against his temple to illustrate Heejae’s mental state. He was getting worked up just talking about it.

I should have lied to Nam Wooyoon and said I couldn’t find him, then thrown him into the Incheon sea.

“Fuck, I feel like shit defending Nam Heejae, but I’m explaining this because I don’t want you to soften your heart again. Do you know what he was planning to do with Joo Taesung?”

Wooyoon felt he could handle hearing the truth from Pilsung, the truth he had been too horrified to hear when Joo Taesung had asked him threateningly. He opened his mouth slightly and shook his head.

“Joo Taesung was investing with the Chinese in developing drugs and surgeries for secondary gender modification. That bastard promised to give Nam Heejae the surgery, so he stuck with him.”

“There’s… there’s such a surgery?”

“Fuck, how could there be such a surgery? If Nam Heejae had gone to China with Joo Taesung, he would have been prostituted and experimented on until they harvested all his organs.”

Wooyoon’s eyes widened slightly as he listened intently.

His brother used to click his tongue whenever he saw Wooyoon, an omega, or even just news about secondary gender holders. If he encountered an alpha on the street, he would curse all night until he fell asleep.

-Why are you the only one acting pitiful! I too, damn it, I too… had a life I wanted to live!

What kind of life did his brother want that he would do such dangerous and foolish things?

“I heard from the police. Joo Taesung agreed to sell Korean people as a condition for renegotiating a deal he messed up. Your brother was supposed to be the first.”

“……”

“Your brother is alive thanks to you. Not because of you, but thanks to you.”

Pilsung brought Wooyoon’s trembling hand to his mouth and pressed his lips against his dry skin. He spoke softly, “Do you understand now? Nam Heejae is a fucking idiot who’s too greedy for his own good.”

“……”

“So don’t pity him. A bad person is just a bad person. A lost cause is just a lost cause.”

I’m not my brother’s burden, I’m a good person. If I had the chance, I could have lived a good life.

My brother didn’t change because of me, he changed because that’s who he is.

It’s not all my fault, it’s thanks to me.

The trembling in Wooyoon’s hand gradually subsided. He looked into the gangster’s gentle eyes and said, “Pilsung.”

“……”

“I didn’t mind that you were a gangster.”

Pilsung’s thick eyebrows twitched at the past tense confession. But his expression softened at Wooyoon’s next words.

“And I think… even if I knew you were an alpha, I would have still fallen for you.”

“Nam Wooyoon…”

Wooyoon, looking into the alpha’s disbelieving eyes, continued, “I think I would have fallen for you because you loved me so much.”

“……”

“So don’t ever avoid me again. Don’t abandon me.”

Wooyoon pulled his hand away from Pilsung’s and gently cupped his thin cheek. “I can’t live without you. I’ll die of sadness.”

“……”

“I can’t live without you anymore.”

He already knew this. Hating Baek Pilsung never lasted. Neither did feeling resentful towards him. The desire to complain or act spoiled was weak too. Compared to the overwhelming joy of seeing Pilsung’s face, those feelings were too weak and quickly vanished.

In the end, only love remained.

Wooyoon traced Pilsung’s face. His smooth forehead, thick eyebrows, sharp eyes. His pointed nose, flat cheeks, and sharp jawline. His fingers trailed down to Pilsung’s lips. He touched his plump lower lip, and Pilsung, who had been letting him touch his face, quietly called out his name.

“Nam Wooyoon.”

Pilsung’s serious eyes scanned Wooyoon’s small face longingly. There was something he wanted to say. Something he had been thinking about ever since he heard Director Kim say that the pheromone stimulant could have unpredictable side effects. Words that lingered in his mind even last night as he held Wooyoon, burning with fever.

Pilsung finally spoke the words that had been swirling in his head, his heart, and on the tip of his tongue.

“Let’s register our marriage.”

He pressed Wooyoon’s hand, which flinched in surprise, against his cheek and quickly continued, wetting his dry lips, “I’ve never thought about what would happen after I die… but this time, I was worried for the first time.”

“……”

“I was scared, worried about you, Nam Wooyoon.”

Pilsung’s lips curved into a small, almost-smile as he looked down. He, who had lived his whole life denying his alpha nature for fear of being unjustly killed, a gangster who wouldn’t bat an eye at being stabbed on the street, was worried about what would happen after he died.

“Even when I was out of my mind from the stimulant, damn it, even when I was stabbed… all I could think about was you.”

“……”

“If I die… ah… what will happen to this guy? Will he eat properly? Fuck, does Nam Wooyoon even have money for food? That’s all I could think about.”

Pilsung wrapped both hands around Wooyoon’s hand. “For you to inherit the office, the villa… and the workshop land… we need to register our marriage. So don’t even think about saying no.”

“Inherit…”

“Yeah, inheritance. It’s a pain in the ass to get recognized as common-law partners. Let’s just register our marriage and make it official…”

“I-I want to die first…!”

Wooyoon interrupted Pilsung, shouting. Pilsung looked dumbfounded by the unexpected reaction.

“What? What the fuck, why are you suddenly talking about dying?”

“I don’t need your money. Pilsung, don’t die…”

Pilsung knew what Wooyoon meant. He knew, but the image of Wooyoon being stabbed flashed before his eyes, and his voice choked up. The memory, which had felt distant and dreamlike before, suddenly became horrifyingly real the moment Pilsung mentioned “inheritance.”

What if the knife that plunged into his shoulder and back had pierced Baek Pilsung’s neck…?

The terrible thought blurred his vision. Just as he had told Pilsung, the mere thought of not having Pilsung by his side was unbearable.

Joo Taesung’s kidnapping, the encounter with his brother, Pilsung’s injury… the weight of everything that had happened crashed down on him, and tears started streaming down his face. The corners of his lips turned down, and his chapped lips cracked and bled as he sobbed. Pilsung, watching him with a stunned expression, pulled a tissue from the table and wrapped it around his index finger.

“You’re so cute when you cry…” He murmured softly, dabbing Wooyoon’s bleeding lips carefully. He pressed the tissue against the wound until the bleeding stopped, then wiped Wooyoon’s tears with the back of his hand before speaking again.

“So… you will?”

“Huh?”

Pilsung bounced his leg nervously as he asked Wooyoon, who sniffled in response, “You’ll… marry… me, right?”

“……”

Wooyoon’s tear-filled eyes flickered.

Why is he looking at me like that? Wasn’t the atmosphere good?

Pilsung grew anxious at Wooyoon’s blank stare. It wasn’t the proposal he had planned, but it had flowed naturally from their heartfelt conversation, and he thought the timing couldn’t have been better…

Pilsung quickly gave up on trying to be clever. He would admit it now. He had absolutely no talent for romance. He didn’t understand Wooyoon’s reaction, or what he had done wrong. All he knew was that he wanted to marry Nam Wooyoon.

Clutching the bloodstained tissue, Pilsung raised his voice, “Whatever. You only have one option anyway, so there’s no need to answer…”

“Are we… getting married too?”

“…What?”

Wooyoon trailed off, “You said we needed to register our marriage for the inheritance, and now suddenly you’re talking about marriage…”

“It’s the same thing! Damn it, were you planning on registering our marriage but not actually marrying me?”

Hurt and resentment welled up inside him. He glared at Wooyoon, his face contorted in a fierce frown, and Wooyoon, who had been staring blankly, shook his head.

“No…! You kept talking about dying, so I didn’t want to do anything like register our marriage because it felt ominous and sad, but if you mean… getting married…”

“If I mean what!”

Wooyoon looked down at his fidgeting hands, held by Pilsung, and mumbled, “I will…”

“……”

“I want to. I want to be a family with you…”

Pilsung finally relaxed, watching Wooyoon answer in a barely audible voice.

“Why the fuck do you make me worry so much?” He scolded, but his lips couldn’t help but curl into a smile. He intertwined his fingers with Wooyoon’s and leaned closer, his large frame almost engulfing Wooyoon. The sweet, almost nutty scent of Wooyoon’s pheromones told him how happy and shy he was. He grinned, inhaling the scent of Wooyoon’s pheromones, a scent he hadn’t been able to perceive before.

Wooyoon was also reading Pilsung’s emotions. He had never understood what Pilsung was thinking when he grinned at him, but now, smelling Pilsung’s pheromones, his face flushed. Pilsung was emitting a scent typical of an aroused alpha.

What did I even do…?

He still couldn’t understand what Baek Pilsung was thinking. He probably never would.

“You idiot…” Pilsung murmured, turning his face closer to Wooyoon. He peppered kisses behind his ear, where the sweet scent was strongest. Wooyoon frowned slightly as Pilsung showered his ear with kisses.

Had all those times Pilsung called him an idiot, whenever he looked at his face, not been out of annoyance or disdain… but this…?

Pilsung’s light kisses trailed down to his earlobe, his tongue tracing its outline. Wooyoon, his neck flushed red, mumbled, “Stop… it tickles…”

“Ha, really? Ah… I’m tickling too…”

Pilsung, clinging to Wooyoon despite his attempts to dodge, nibbled on his earlobe and rubbed his own hardening crotch. He grasped Wooyoon’s thin patient gown pants and his bulging erection with one hand, and sucked on his earlobe, his tongue darting out to lick it. The physical contact, amplified by the scent of each other’s pheromones, heightened his senses. He felt like he could sense every tiny, invisible hair.

Pilsung licked a wet path from Wooyoon’s earlobe up to his cheek, then abruptly pulled away.

“I’m going.”

If he continued, he might lose control again. He had been avoiding Wooyoon for that very reason, and he couldn’t afford to cause a scene at the hospital. Besides, he hadn’t forgotten the doctor’s warning about discharging alphas who caused disturbances in the omega ward.

“I’ll come back for you when it’s time for your test.”

“……”

Wooyoon just blinked his wide eyes, his hair sticking out where Pilsung had licked it. Just then, the door opened and a food cart was wheeled in. The hospital staff member asked in a friendly voice, “Mr. Nam Wooyoon? Your guardian ordered a special meal for you. Today’s lunch is mandu-guk. Should I place it on your bed or the table?”

“I’ll… eat it here…”

The staff member placed the tray on the table. Pilsung, watching him arrange the side dishes and soup, turned to Wooyoon and nagged, “Don’t eat the kimbap, it’s been a while since I bought it. Finish all of this, okay?”

“……”

Pilsung patted Wooyoon’s head and got up, following the staff member out of the room, pushing the food cart. He asked, “Excuse me, where do they sell cigarettes?”

“They don’t sell them in the convenience stores inside the hospital.”

“Fucking hell.”

Startled by Pilsung’s curse, the staff member hurried away, pushing the food cart in the opposite direction. Pilsung glanced back at Wooyoon before the door closed, bending down and miming eating with an invisible spoon. A silent gesture urging him to stop spacing out and eat.

Pilsung continued to watch Wooyoon through the small window in the door, smiling and walking down the hallway only after Wooyoon picked up his spoon.

“……”

As soon as Pilsung was out of sight, Wooyoon put his spoon down. He felt bad for Pilsung, who always took a keen interest in his meals, but Wooyoon had a more pressing matter to attend to than mandu-guk.

He looked around the empty room and awkwardly got up, pushing the IV stand and entering the bathroom next to the door.

He hesitated for a moment after locking the door but eventually pulled down his thin patient gown pants. He pressed down on the side of his hair that was sticking up because of Pilsung and mumbled as he cupped himself. His lower abdomen tightened and his legs trembled at the mere touch.

“Hoo… what do I do… he’s such a pervert…” He frowned, dissatisfied with his own words. He bit his lip, which had bled earlier, and mumbled, “I… didn’t used to do this often… it’s all because of Baek Pilsung…”

Wooyoon continued to grumble as he slowly moved his hand. Had his constitution changed from having sex with Baek Pilsung almost every day since they officially became a couple? Was libido also a matter of constitution? He didn’t know. Maybe his body had just changed. His large eyes narrowed, and the skin around them crinkled slightly.

“Uh… uh…” His penis quickly hardened as he stroked it with both hands.

“Addicted… ugh… I’m addicted…” He had heard somewhere that too much sex could be addictive. He must be addicted from having too much sex with Baek Pilsung. There was no other explanation for feeling unsatisfied even while masturbating.

His lips parted slightly as his breathing grew ragged, and he bit down on the front of his gown, which kept obstructing his view. He mimicked Pilsung’s touch, stroking his reddened tip with his white fingers.

“Ooh, uh, huh…”

The IV stand he was holding onto wobbled slightly. He rubbed his thumb against his leaking urethra, just like Pilsung had done.

Ah… feels good…

“Huh… uh, hngh…” His touch grew rougher, mirroring Pilsung’s, as he stroked his erect penis. He wiggled his lips around the fabric of his gown and his cheeks flushed as he imagined the scent of Pilsung’s pheromones.

Just thinking about Baek Pilsung… I’m about to cum…

Wooyoon squeezed his eyes shut, his hand moving faster.

Ah… I’m really going to cum…

His curled eyelashes fluttered. His knees buckled, and a high-pitched moan escaped his lips.

“Hngh, uh…!”

Thick liquid spurted from between his fingers. He let go of his gown and gasped, staring at the semen splattered on the floor. He grimaced slightly, his cheeks flushed with heat.

Good thing it’s a nice hospital room…

Compared to the basement single room he used to live in, the bathroom with a shower felt like a hotel bathroom he had seen on TV. He took off his gown pants to clean the mess he had made and to wash his body, which felt sticky from lying in bed for so long.

After showering with his IV-clad arm held aloft, Wooyoon meticulously cleaned the bathroom to erase any evidence of his masturbation. However, as he left the bathroom for his drug reaction test, he ran straight into Pilsung, who immediately grew suspicious.

“What’s this?” Pilsung asked, pointing at the reddened IV line where blood had backflowed. Wooyoon’s back, freshly showered, seemed to be sweating. Flustered, Wooyoon mumbled, “I… I washed up…?”

“What? The fuck are you talking about?”

“……”

“Seriously. Nurse! Over here!”

Pilsung waved at a nurse passing by and showed her the IV line. He also asked if the IV fluids were flowing properly as the nurse untangled the line and checked the needle in Wooyoon’s hand. The nurse reassured him that pheromone-related IVs usually had a slow infusion rate, so there was no need to worry.

Wooyoon stood with his head bowed, feeling exposed. Pilsung’s perceptiveness, usually oblivious but surprisingly sharp when it came to Wooyoon’s needs, felt less welcome today.

* * *

The test for residual drugs in Wooyoon’s system came back positive, but his pheromone production and response were within the normal range. The doctor said the small amount of remaining drugs would be flushed out naturally and that he could be discharged that afternoon.

Pilsung, who had accompanied Wooyoon to the doctor’s office to hear the results, naturally followed him back to his room. Wooyoon watched TV while waiting for Gidong to bring his clothes. He stared blankly at the screen, mesmerized by a drama rerun, and absentmindedly put down the remote. Pilsung sat next to him, constantly touching his earlobe and cheek.

Wooyoon, still engrossed in the drama, pointed at the screen without looking away.

“Pilsung, do you do things like that too?”

Pilsung, who had been ignoring the TV, glanced at the screen. Men dressed in black, their wrists and necks adorned with gold, were wreaking havoc. They were clearly gangsters, smashing the belongings of residents in a redevelopment area.

Pilsung scoffed, finding Wooyoon’s question absurd. But that was just the beginning of Wooyoon’s barrage of questions. Every time gangsters appeared on screen, he would ask, “Is that what you do?”, “Do you act like that too?”, “Do gangsters do that kind of thing too?”, pestering Pilsung incessantly.

It wasn’t that he disapproved of what gangsters did or that he intended to criticize; it seemed his interest in Pilsung’s profession had piqued after their long conversation yesterday.

“Do you really meet and make deals at Chinese restaurants like that?”

“Yeah, we make deals, slurp noodles, and even fly, kid.”

Wooyoon quietly closed his mouth at the dismissive reply. He had asked sincerely, but Pilsung didn’t seem inclined to answer seriously. Now that he understood Pilsung’s life a little better, he wanted to know more.

Love was greedy. It was never satisfied. He wanted to know what Pilsung did when he wasn’t with him, what he did when he wasn’t working. At first, he just wanted to know enough about Baek Pilsung to feel secure in their relationship, but now he wanted to know everything, even the trivial details.

Pilsung glanced at Wooyoon, who was leaning against the raised headrest of the bed, watching TV, and scooted closer. The spacious bed suddenly felt cramped as Pilsung’s large frame settled onto it. Wooyoon pouted.

“…Cramped.”

“What’s cramped? You’re the small one, so it’s fine.”

“……”

Wooyoon remained unresponsive despite the playful jab. Pilsung, leaning forward slightly to avoid putting pressure on his stitches, grinned at Wooyoon, who was sprawled against the headrest. “Ignoring your husband and just watching TV?”

“……”

Wooyoon glanced sideways at Pilsung, who mouthed “What?” with a cheeky grin. His twitching lips were annoying. He acted like he wasn’t embarrassed at all.

They had agreed to get married, but it wasn’t official yet, and he was already saying such embarrassing things.

Wooyoon rubbed his burning ears and turned back to the TV. But he couldn’t focus on the drama like before.

“……”

Pilsung, watching Wooyoon squint at the TV as if he had bad eyesight, tucked his hair behind his ear and asked, “Is that really that interesting? The guys at the office watch it too.”

The short hair didn’t stay tucked, but Pilsung smiled in satisfaction anyway. “Watching TV is just… a habit.”

Wooyoon scratched his ear, as if the tucked hair tickled, and it sprung loose again.

Habit. The daily life implied in that word was heartbreaking. Pitiful and sad. And that’s why Pilsung found Wooyoon so endearing. He leaned in and kissed the side of Wooyoon’s head, where his short hair was sticking up.

He peppered kisses on his ruffled hair, his eyelids, his cheeks, and his chin, then found the spot behind his ear, where the scent of pheromones was strongest. He pressed his eager lips against Wooyoon’s skin, leaving a lingering kiss.

“…….”

“…….”

Wooyoon didn’t mind the affectionate pestering and let Pilsung have his way. His heart pounded as he heard the soft sounds of Pilsung’s kisses against his ear. The alpha’s pheromones, growing stronger, revealed his arousal. The atmosphere grew thick with tension, making Wooyoon’s nose tingle. He felt embarrassed remembering his masturbation from yesterday, imagining Pilsung, but he didn’t want to push him away.

Pilsung nuzzled Wooyoon’s ear and slipped his hand inside his loose gown, his fingers stroking Wooyoon’s flat stomach as he licked the sensitive skin behind his ear. Nam Wooyoon remained still.

He licked the same spot again, this time more intensely, and moved his hand from Wooyoon’s stomach to his side, pinching the thin flesh gently. Wooyoon, his eyes drooping sleepily, flinched.

Being touched casually by Baek Pilsung was more pleasurable than touching himself. It felt good to be touched so gently after so long, and it felt good to share Pilsung’s emotions, emotions he had never felt before, even during sex.

Even though Wooyoon didn’t know much about how the pheromones of an aroused alpha could heighten an omega’s senses, he now understood one thing for sure: how Pilsung had felt that day on the stairs of his apartment building, when he turned away, saying all he could think about was sex whenever he saw Wooyoon. How much he had yearned and how much he hadn’t been okay. Now, Wooyoon understood exactly how he felt.

Pilsung’s hand moved from his side to his chest, kneading his soft nipple until it hardened. Wooyoon, who had been staring at the TV with his lips pressed together, squeezed his eyes shut as Pilsung played with his nipple, pinching and scratching it.

“Nam Wooyoon, open your eyes and look. Those gangsters are gathered in Chinatown again.”

“They really… are…” Wooyoon’s voice trembled noticeably.

Pilsung grinned, his eyes fixed on Wooyoon’s face, and flicked his thumb against Wooyoon’s nipple inside his gown.

“Uh, uh…”

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘they really are’?” 

Pilsung chuckled. The gangsters had been rounded up by the police five minutes ago and were nowhere to be seen on TV, but Wooyoon’s oblivious mumbling was endearing. Keeping one hand inside Wooyoon’s gown, he unbuttoned his shirt with the other. He buried his face in Wooyoon’s chest, his tongue licking and circling the nipple he had been pinching.

“Ah…!” Wooyoon, who had been pretending to watch TV, gasped, his chest heaving. Pilsung nibbled and kissed his leaking nipple. Its shape and the flushed red color were beautiful.

Pilsung nuzzled Wooyoon’s chest and murmured, “Ha, fuck… you smell so fucking good here… I’m so pissed. I almost didn’t know…”

Wooyoon looked down at Pilsung, who was grinding against him with a groan. He looked endearing, yet overwhelming, his large frame curled up against Wooyoon’s chest, completely focused on him.

“We had… sex… when my pheromones were being released. I don’t remember much, but…”

“I told you I wasn’t in my right mind…” Pilsung trailed off, searching for the source of the sweet, intoxicating scent, lifting Wooyoon’s arm and about to bury his face in his armpit when someone knocked on the door.

“Baek Pilsung, someone’s here! Get your head out…!” Wooyoon whispered urgently.

Pilsung ignored him and continued sucking on Wooyoon’s inner arm, making popping sounds.

“Ha, fuck, your skin tastes so good.”

“Get… out…!” Wooyoon hissed, glancing at the door, which seemed about to open any second, and punched Pilsung’s head. He avoided hitting his injured shoulder, pushing only on his head. After a brief struggle, Pilsung finally pulled away, his face half-buried in Wooyoon’s gown.

Annoyed at the interruption, Pilsung frowned and ran a hand through his hair. He looked like someone who had been caught doing something embarrassing.

Wooyoon, conscious of the pheromones swirling around the bed, jumped up and opened the window. The door opened at the same time.

The visitors were Gidong, who had brought their clothes from home, and Director Kim. Director Kim clicked his tongue at the sight of Pilsung sitting on Wooyoon’s bed, while Gidong, smelling their pheromones, shuddered and shook his head.

Pilsung glanced at Wooyoon, who was busy airing out the room, oblivious to his exposed chest and unbuttoned gown, and pointed at the table in front of the sofa. “Put them there.”

Gidong quickly placed the shopping bag containing their clothes on the table, eager to appease his disgruntled boss. Pilsung’s eyes, narrowed in a somewhat defiant glare, shifted to Director Kim.

“Why did you come all the way here?”

Despite his appearance, Pilsung was actually relieved to see Director Kim and Gidong. He had almost lost control of his pheromones again. He was annoyed that the mood had been broken before he could properly enjoy Wooyoon’s arousal, but he was relieved for Wooyoon’s sake.

Director Kim tossed an envelope onto the bed. “The test results came out this morning, so I rushed over. It’s good that you came to your senses a few days early.”

Pilsung glanced at Director Kim and pulled out a stack of papers from the envelope. It was filled with details about Pilsung’s condition, but he couldn’t understand any of it.

“Fuck, so what does it say?” He asked, flipping through the pages halfheartedly, but he was actually nervous. The results would determine the cause, the possibility of treatment, and whether he could live a normal life with Nam Wooyoon. How could he not be nervous?

Wooyoon, who had finally noticed his open gown and was buttoning it up, also stared at Director Kim with wide eyes.

“It’s because of the tolerance. Pheromone suppressants won’t work on you anymore. From now on, whenever your rut cycle comes, you’ll have to just ride it out. Or get help from an omega.”

Director Kim’s gaze shifted briefly to Wooyoon, who was standing there with wide, innocent eyes, and he tossed something he took out of his pocket to Pilsung. Pilsung caught the small plastic container and frowned at the English name printed on it.

“What is this?”

“It’s a pheromone supplement. If you take this, your pheromone levels won’t spike abnormally like last time.”

“You damn old man! Why didn’t you give me this sooner!”

Wooyoon quickly glanced at Director Kim, worried about Pilsung’s outburst, but Director Kim responded calmly, as if he were used to it.

“I told you we could only treat you after the test results came out and we knew your exact condition…”

Pilsung ignored him and popped the supplement into his mouth, washing it down with the rest of Wooyoon’s water. Then he asked Director Kim confidently, “So, you’re saying since suppressants don’t work on me anymore, I should just fuck whenever I’m in rut? And other than that, as long as I take this supplement, I’m no different from other alphas?”

Director Kim nodded. As soon as he heard the confirmation, Pilsung got out of bed and started taking off his gown as he walked towards the table. The other three just watched his sudden actions.

Standing in front of the table in his underwear, Pilsung rummaged through the shopping bag Gidong brought and said, “Nam Wooyoon, take that off too. Let’s get out of here.”

“Me? Now?”

Wooyoon hesitated, wondering if he should unbutton his shirt again, and looked at Gidong and Director Kim. Pilsung, who was halfway through putting on his shirt, yelled at them, “Get out so Nam Wooyoon can change! All of you!”

“Hyungnim, you’re going to the office, right? The guys are waiting for a discharge party.”

“Not going.”

Taken aback by the unexpectedly cold reply, Gidong retorted in a disappointed tone, “Huh? The guys prepared drinks and meat for you and sister-in-law…”

“Eat it yourselves.”

Pilsung, buttoning his shirt and pulling on his pants, beckoned Wooyoon, who was still fiddling with his gown. As Wooyoon hesitantly approached, Pilsung handed him the clothes from the shopping bag. “Hurry up and put these on… And you, damn it, get out. Nam Wooyoon needs to change.” He barked at Gidong, who was still standing with Director Kim.

“I’m hurt! Even our youngest, with a hole in his side, came to celebrate your discharge…!”

“Gidong, let’s go. If the stubborn brat says he’s not going, he’s not going.” Director Kim, well aware of Pilsung’s stubbornness, tugged on Gidong’s arm. Wooyoon, his eyes wide at the mention of their injured youngest, nervously glanced at them, then called out to Gidong, “Is Cheolhui okay?”

Gidong gave a thumbs-up before disappearing out the door, reassuring Wooyoon about Park Cheolhui’s condition. Wooyoon, who had been worried about Cheolhui being injured because of him, felt deeply relieved. Pilsung clicked his tongue at the touching display of brotherhood between the boss’s man and the youngest member of the gang and muttered sarcastically, “Why don’t you two make a movie, damn it, ‘Mr. Cheolhui’…”

Mr. Gidong, Mr. Cheolhui. What a fuss. He zipped up his pants irritably. After changing, Pilsung ran a hand through his hair and looked at Wooyoon, who was still clutching the clothes he had been given, his lips moving silently as if he had something to say.

“What is it?”

“Are we really… not going to eat meat?”

Pilsung let out a short laugh at the absurd question. “Haha… no, we’re not.”

“Why not…? I… want to eat meat…”

“I’m going to eat you.”

“……”

Wooyoon, who had been blithely talking about meat, bit his lip and closed his mouth at the blunt reply.

He had been holding back on physical intimacy, afraid of hurting Nam Wooyoon because of his unstable pheromones, but he had just taken the pheromone supplement. He even had Director Kim’s assurance that it would work. So, of course, they should go and have sex. His soul was already in the bedroom.

Pilsung stared at Wooyoon, who was avoiding his gaze and feigning drowsiness with narrowed eyes, and asked, “What about you? What are you going to do?”

“What…?”

“Are you going to eat meat, or are you going to eat me?”

Wooyoon continued to avoid Pilsung’s gaze and frowned.

How can he say such things without even blinking…?

As soon as he opened the door, Pilsung crashed into him with a kiss. He had been groping Wooyoon’s ass and kissing his neck since they were on the stairs, and now he sucked on his lips hungrily. Their saliva mixed, and loud smacking sounds filled the air as he devoured Wooyoon’s lower lip.

“Mm, Pilsuh, wait… wait…” Wooyoon gasped, his back arching as Pilsung pressed against him, almost devouring him whole. Pilsung wrapped one arm around Wooyoon’s waist and lifted him up with the other, his ass cradled securely in Pilsung’s hand. Wooyoon, suddenly lifted higher than Pilsung, tilted his head down and met his lips.

Their tongues tangled as their ragged breaths mingled. Wooyoon cupped Pilsung’s thin face in his hands, his own neck flushed and tingling as Pilsung sucked on his tongue as if it were candy. He tilted his head and pushed his tongue deeper into Pilsung’s mouth.

A nervous tension gripped Wooyoon as he tried to consciously recreate the sex they had while he was drunk, a hazy memory of pleasure. He felt like his joints were creaking with every movement.

He always got nervous during intimate moments, but today was different. He usually left everything to Pilsung, passively following his lead, but today, he felt an inexplicable urge to take the initiative, despite his inexperience.

“Ung…” He moaned softly, remembering Pilsung’s kisses, and ran his tongue slowly across Pilsung’s palate. He felt embarrassed that he couldn’t kiss as well as Pilsung, but he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to hold Pilsung closer, to taste him more.

Was it the pheromones? Because Baek Pilsung was emitting them now?

But he quickly dismissed the idea that his longing for Pilsung was due to pheromones. This was an extension of his masturbation, imagining Pilsung. Just like yesterday, when he had been aroused and desperate for Pilsung even without him being there, he was now simply consumed by his desire for Baek Pilsung, regardless of pheromones.

Pilsung groaned, his tongue exploring the underside of Wooyoon’s, and, holding him up with one arm, took off his shoes and headed straight for the bathroom.

He set Wooyoon down in front of the sink, kissed him, their saliva connecting in a lingering strand, and asked with a smirk, “Ha… does your husband taste good?”

He seemed to be smiling, but his gaze, fixed on Wooyoon, and his expression betrayed his nervous excitement. Wooyoon, his eyes narrowed, looked at Pilsung’s lips and replied, “Aren’t you… embarrassed?”

“About what?” Pilsung asked immediately, as if genuinely confused. He braced himself against the sink with both arms, trapping Wooyoon against his chest, and puffed out his broad shoulders dramatically. “Pilsung! I want to eat you! I don’t need meat! I want to eat my husband now!”

“……”

“And why aren’t you eating me properly? Do I not taste good?”

Pilsung mimicking him, adding words he hadn’t actually said, should have been annoying, but he looked strangely endearing. Was it even possible for an alpha gangster twice his size to look cute?

Wooyoon stared at Pilsung’s grinning lips and leaned in for a kiss. “Tastes… good.”

He mumbled the bold words he never thought he would say, and a shiver ran down his spine as his back flushed hot. How could Baek Pilsung say such things so casually? He instantly regretted his words and wanted to disappear. But Pilsung seemed to like it, his grin vanishing as he hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt.

He pulled his shirt open, revealing his broad shoulders and chest, muscles taut as if in anger. Wooyoon watched Pilsung’s flexing body. It was fascinating how the muscles moved beneath his skin with every shift of his posture.

“Tastes good, my ass. You haven’t even properly tasted me yet.” Pilsung tossed his shirt onto the bathroom floor and pulled Wooyoon’s shirt over his head. Oblivious to the fact that he was fueling his own arousal, he took off Wooyoon’s clothes and pulled down his pants as he leaned against the sink with a dazed expression.

“I’ll feed you properly in bed. Let’s have a quickie while we shower.” He pushed Wooyoon into the shower stall.

They kissed under the spray of water, their naked bodies pressed together. Wooyoon, eager and bold today, grinded against Pilsung’s thick thighs whenever Pilsung pulled him closer with a large hand on his ass. He was trying to reciprocate, to give Pilsung pleasure, but Pilsung interpreted it as a plea to hurry up and knelt down.

“Pilsung, your wounds…”

Wooyoon was worried about Pilsung’s shoulder and back, the stitches covered with waterproof bandages. He tried to shield them from the water with his hand, but Pilsung pulled his wrist away and placed his hand on his head instead. He grabbed Wooyoon’s thigh with his other hand and licked his balls, gently rolling them on his tongue. Wooyoon’s hand on his head tightened.

“Ha, do you like it when I lick your balls?”

“Uh… n-no…”

Pilsung, aroused by Wooyoon’s grip on his hair, started stroking himself with his free hand, his hand moving rapidly against his wet cock.

“No, my ass. Your dick is twitching, damn it.”

“No, huh… that’s not… I’ll… hngh… do it for you…”

Pilsung, who had been masturbating while fondling Wooyoon’s balls, looked up. Water droplets trickled down Wooyoon’s pale skin, gathering in his concave navel, and Pilsung, mesmerized, kissed his belly button.

“You can just stay still.” He traced Wooyoon’s navel with his tongue, then nibbled on his smooth lower abdomen, leaving teeth marks. He felt Wooyoon’s thigh tense in his hand.

“Pil… Pilsung, don’t… bite too low… hngh…”

Nam Wooyoon, tense and worried about being bitten, was endlessly endearing. Pilsung frowned and licked a path down to his erection, which twitched and poked against his chin.

Damn, I want to eat him so bad. I need to cum…

His hand moved faster against himself, not for pleasure, but solely to reach his release. He had taken the supplement, but he still wasn’t sure if he could control his pheromones. He was glad Wooyoon didn’t remember much from that night a few days ago because he had been drunk, but if something similar happened today, it would be traumatic for both of them.

PS… PTS… whatever it’s called.

Pilsung groaned, his breath hot against Wooyoon’s groin. “Ha! Fuck! Ha…!”

“I… want to do it too… uh…”

“I’ll… let you eat my dick all you want in bed, hngh!”

Pilsung quickly brought himself to the edge, his hand gripping Wooyoon’s thigh. The warmth of Wooyoon’s body against his cheek, his scent, and all the emotions he could sense from him were driving him crazy.

I’m this aroused just from his scent, fuck… can I even handle being inside him…?

“Ugh…!” Pilsung groaned and came, biting down on Wooyoon’s inner thigh, his semen splattering against Wooyoon’s shin. He caught his breath and gathered the sticky liquid with his hand, smearing it between Wooyoon’s buttocks.

“Nam Wooyoon, spread your legs.”

Wooyoon, who had been looking down at Pilsung, playing with his wet hair, awkwardly spread his legs. But Pilsung wasn’t satisfied and lifted one of Wooyoon’s legs onto his thigh.

Wooyoon, his foot resting on Pilsung’s thigh, gasped as Pilsung’s fingers slipped into his hole, pressing against his perineum. Two thick fingers, coated in semen, entered him at once. Wooyoon’s ass twitched involuntarily, as if remembering Pilsung’s touch.

He shouldn’t be questioning Baek Pilsung about being embarrassed when he’s the one shamelessly taking his fingers. His body, eagerly accepting Pilsung’s fingers, was the real pervert.

“Uh, uh… ung, ung…”

“You need to spread them wide if you want to eat your husband’s dick properly later.” The squelching sounds of Pilsung’s fingers filled the shower stall. Wooyoon’s toes curled every time Pilsung’s fingers stretched him. He wanted to please Pilsung today, but he couldn’t do anything. His knees buckled whenever Pilsung’s large hand slapped against his perineum, mimicking a thrust. All he could do was feel the pleasure.

Pilsung, who had been watching Wooyoon’s face, his eyes squeezed shut and groaning, his hand gripping Wooyoon’s hair, wrapped his free hand around Wooyoon’s erect cock.

“Ha! Together, l-let’s…!”

“Fuck, even your dick is pretty.”

“Ah! Hngh! Aah!”

Pilsung, never taking his eyes off Wooyoon’s face, angled his fingers inside him and rubbed against his prostate. Wooyoon’s eyes snapped open.

“Ugh, I’m… I’m going to cum! Pilsung, I think I’m going to cum!” He cried out, meeting Pilsung’s gaze. He clearly said he was about to cum, but Pilsung seemed not to hear him, bringing his face closer to Wooyoon’s twitching cock.

“R-really! Move your face, hngh! Move, ah! Aah!”

“Just cum.”

Judging by the way Pilsung was staring intently at his leaking tip, carefully aiming, he was clearly planning on taking it on his face. Wooyoon gritted his teeth and pushed Pilsung’s forehead with both hands.

“Ugh, move…!”

“Why? Cum on my face.”

“No!”

After a brief struggle with Pilsung, who refused to budge, Wooyoon came with a gasp, his semen splattering across Pilsung’s face as he pressed on his prostate.

Pilsung, his face covered in Wooyoon’s semen, stood up smugly. He seemed quite pleased.

“Did you masturbate without me knowing?” He asked, wiping the semen from his eyes with his thumb, and chuckled, “You little…”

Wooyoon, unable to meet his teasing gaze, lowered his head, his wet hair plastered against his forehead.

“I’m screwed…”

“What?”

“……”

Wooyoon shook his head and pushed Pilsung’s face away as he leaned closer, pretending not to have heard. It was their first time having sex while sober, and he wanted to please Baek Pilsung, but he had been caught masturbating before he could even try anything.

Wooyoon leaned against the shower wall, catching his breath, and after a brief internal debate, decided to give up on his clumsy attempts at initiating. He seemed destined to just do as Pilsung told him.

“Shall we go eat now?” Pilsung grabbed a towel and roughly wiped his face, then scooped up the dejected Wooyoon in one arm.

“Wooyoon, ha… relax…”

“Ugh…”

Pilsung kissed Wooyoon’s face, flushed all the way to his forehead, as if to soothe him. His cock, which had slid easily into Wooyoon thanks to his thorough preparation in the shower, encountered resistance halfway in.

It went in just fine earlier, why isn’t it going in now, damn it.

Pilsung frowned, struggling to comfort Wooyoon, who was whimpering, and to calm his own frustrating arousal. It was natural that things were different from that night a few days ago, when they had both been consumed by pheromones and Wooyoon had been drunk. It had been difficult then too, but not this much. He had encountered an unexpected obstacle.

“Pil…sung…”

“…Yeah?”

Pilsung, who had been kissing Wooyoon’s cheeks and forehead, glancing down at his half-erect cock, stopped and met Wooyoon’s eyes. Wooyoon’s eyelashes were slightly damp.

“Is it… not working because I’m bad at this?”

“Ha!” Pilsung let out a laugh despite the situation, amused by Wooyoon’s words. He said the same dumb things whether he was sober or not. Last time, he had cried, saying they couldn’t be together.

“What… how did I do it back then…? I’m sorry, I don’t remember…” Wooyoon grimaced and scratched his head in frustration. He had no experience or talent for initiating intimacy, so he should just follow Baek Pilsung’s lead, but he felt self-conscious and apologetic for making things difficult. He wished he could take Pilsung skillfully, but he kept tensing up.

It was partly due to nerves, but honestly, Baek Pilsung was just too big…

Pilsung stared at Wooyoon, who was blaming his unresponsive body, and snapped, “What the fuck, as long as your hole is tight, who cares if you’re good at sex?”

“……”

“This won’t do. Let’s suck it again.” He pulled out his cock and patted Wooyoon’s ass, signaling him to turn around. He was going to suck him until his tight hole, stubbornly refusing to take him, loosened up.

He had already sucked him once when they first got into bed, but Wooyoon had started crying about cumming, so he had to stop before he could properly enjoy it, and Pilsung was convinced that was the cause of their current predicament.

Damn it, I should have sucked him until I was satisfied, regardless of whether he cried or not.

Wooyoon, glancing nervously at Pilsung, finally did as he was told, burying his face in the pillow and lifting his ass.

“Ung.” He whimpered, clenching his teeth to suppress his embarrassment. He was determined to do a good job, even if it was just following instructions, even if he wanted to burrow into the ground from shame.

Baek Pilsung said he didn’t need to be good, but still… he wanted to please him…

Wooyoon, lying face down with his ass raised as high as he could, squeezed his eyes shut and asked, “L-like this? Is this okay?”

His relaxed hole twitched slightly, its pink flesh exposed. Pilsung licked his lips, his eyes unfocused.

“Yeah, stay like that. I’ll enjoy this.” He grabbed Wooyoon’s ass with both hands and plunged his tongue into his hole, savoring the heat of his inner walls. He moved his tongue in circles, pushing deeper.

His sharp nose pressed against Wooyoon’s exposed flesh. Wooyoon whimpered, his face buried in the pillow. Pilsung’s skillful tongue sent shivers down his thighs, his vision almost whiting out with pleasure.

“Aah… ung… ung, ah…”

I think I’m going to cum again… Wooyoon tilted his head further, trying to peek between his legs. Pre-cum was already leaking from his tip.

“Pil, hngh, Pilsung, again, ung, I’m cumming again…”

Pilsung, savoring the taste of Wooyoon’s inner walls, moved his tongue in and out, teasing his twitching hole.

“Hngh! Pil, Pilsung, ung! Stop, sob!”

This time, Pilsung ignored Wooyoon’s pleas and wrapped his arms tightly around his thrashing thighs. Wooyoon’s knees lifted off the bed as his body was pulled back, and he cried out as Pilsung’s tongue probed deeper. He came with a shudder, his semen dripping onto his stomach.

“Ha… ha…”

“I’ll put it in now.”

Wooyoon, limp after his orgasm, reached for Pilsung’s thick arms wrapped around his thighs.

“Baek Pilsung… I’m still…”

“If I wait until you recover, it won’t go in again.”

Pilsung released Wooyoon’s lower body and grabbed his erect cock, guiding it to Wooyoon’s wet hole. The tip slipped in easily, and the head followed.

“Fuck, this feels good, aah…” Pilsung groaned, his head thrown back. Wooyoon’s hole was slick with Pilsung’s saliva. He moved his hips, circling his cock inside Wooyoon, then thrust hard.

“Hngh, fuck…!”

“Huh, aah!”

“Ha, it’s all in…”

“Ah… aah…” Wooyoon moaned softly and touched his lower abdomen, afraid it might have ripped. Sweat beaded on his forehead and neck. His body felt heavy with Pilsung’s cock filling him.

Did I really do this with Baek Pilsung…?

While Wooyoon was catching his breath, still in disbelief, Pilsung looked down at their joined bodies, his hands gripping Wooyoon’s soft ass, and licked his lips.

“Ha, fuck… that’s right, this feeling…”

“Uh, hngh…”

“Nam Wooyoon, don’t you remember yet? I’m starting to… ha… remember.”

He moved his hips back and forth, his thick cock disappearing and reappearing inside Wooyoon. Wooyoon was still tight, as if he wasn’t used to it yet, but Pilsung could still move.

Pilsung’s cock grew larger and harder with each thrust. Wooyoon, kneeling and gripping the sheets, was panting, struggling to catch his breath. Unlike when Pilsung had used his mouth, he didn’t feel much pleasure, he was just overwhelmed by the reality of what he was doing with Pilsung.

Had the pleasurable feeling, the only memory he had of that night, just been the effect of alcohol? It didn’t… feel that good…

“Does it hurt?”

“U-uh…” Came the unconvincing reply. Pilsung kneaded Wooyoon’s pale ass and stretched his entrance with his thumb, watching his flesh expand around his cock. Satisfied, he started varying the rhythm of his thrusts.

He gripped Wooyoon’s narrow hips and pulled out slowly before thrusting back in hard and fast, the pace increasing with each repetition.

“Hngh, ah! Ah!!”

Wooyoon, who had been seriously contemplating whether the hazy pleasure he remembered was just an illusion brought on by alcohol, his lips pressed together, gasped and cried out as a wave of pleasure erupted inside him. High-pitched moans escaped his lips. The hazy pleasure from that night returned vividly.

He bucked his hips every time Pilsung’s hot, hard cock brushed against the sensitive spot inside him. He had no time to feel embarrassed or think of himself as a pervert. He was too busy experiencing a level of pleasure he had never known before.

“Ha! Haa! Ah! Hngh!”

“Ha! Fuck, Wooyoon, does it feel good? Do I taste good?”

“Haa! Ugh! Hngh!”

Pilsung pushed down on Wooyoon’s back with one hand, his ass lifting higher, offering himself to Pilsung. Pilsung, kneeling with one leg, thrust his cock hard into Wooyoon’s white ass, his small frame pinned beneath him.

“Ha, fuck!”

The tight, yet soft hole milking his cock was driving him insane with pleasure. He bit his lip and quickened his pace, then flipped Wooyoon over. With his cock still buried inside him, Pilsung leaned over Wooyoon and swallowed his gasping moans.

Their tongues tangled. Wooyoon, struggling to breathe, mirroring his movements, looked adorable. Pilsung released his tongue and whispered against Wooyoon’s panting lips, “Ha, Nam Wooyoon… I love you… look at me.”

Wooyoon, his eyes closed and panting, met Pilsung’s gaze. Pilsung repeated, his face inches away, “I love you, you little…”

“First… time…”

“What?”

“Hearing… I love you… first time in my life…”

Wooyoon’s eyes darted around, unsure how to react. Pilsung stared at him silently, then brushed his damp hair aside and pressed his lips against his forehead.

“I’ll tell you many times from now on.” He resumed thrusting, his eyes locked on Wooyoon’s, who nodded slightly. Wooyoon’s legs wrapped around Pilsung’s waist. He closed his eyes again and moaned, his arms wrapped around Pilsung’s broad chest.

Wooyoon sat up on Pilsung’s lap and awkwardly moved his hips. He was trying to follow Pilsung’s lead, but he wasn’t sure if he was doing it right. Judging by the smile on Pilsung’s face, his movements probably weren’t very sexy.

“I want to… please you too, ugh, but I don’t know… how…” He mumbled uncertainly.

Pilsung, who had been stroking Wooyoon’s thighs, touched his tip. He circled it with his finger, and Wooyoon gasped, his fingernails digging into Pilsung’s chest.

“What are you talking about, pleasing me? Just… find what feels good.”

“Ha, huh…”

“Just watching you masturbate with my cock is enough to make me cum.”

“Okay…” Wooyoon glanced at Pilsung and started moving his hips, searching for the sweet spot inside him.

“Ung, uh, huh, ung…” He moaned, but soon collapsed onto Pilsung’s chest.

“Ha… I can’t do it…”

Pilsung chuckled, stroking Wooyoon’s head, which tickled his chest. He looked so delicious, his tight hole taking him so well, and if he was also good at sex, Pilsung would probably die of happiness.

If he was this beautiful and also good at sex, Pilsung wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Pilsung sat up, pulling Wooyoon with him.

“Hngh…”

As they shifted into a sitting position, Pilsung’s cock sank deeper inside Wooyoon. Wooyoon tried to wrap his arms around Pilsung’s neck, but mindful of his bandaged shoulder, he put his arms around his waist instead, burying his face in his neck. The cool, musky scent of Pilsung’s pheromones was intoxicating.

Pilsung, one hand gripping Wooyoon’s ass, leaned back slightly. Wooyoon looked up at him, his cheeks flushed. Pilsung braced himself against the bed with one arm and started moving his hips slowly.

“Ah… ah… Pilsung… aah…”

“Ha… fuck, ha… beautiful… beautiful…” Pilsung’s hand moved from Wooyoon’s ass to his flushed cheek, caressing it gently. Even though Pilsung wasn’t touching him anywhere sensitive, Wooyoon felt like he was about to cum. When Pilsung thrust hard, hitting his prostate, it was an overwhelming wave of pleasure, but this slow, gentle rhythm, with Pilsung’s face so close, made his heart pound with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment.

“Aah… feels good… Pilsung… so good…”

Unable to contain the frantic beating of his heart, he tightened his hole around Pilsung’s cock, and Pilsung gasped, his brow furrowing. A thick vein throbbed on his forehead.

“Nam Wooyoon… ha… Wooyoon…” His voice, low and husky, repeated Wooyoon’s name, his thrusts gradually increasing in speed. Wooyoon, clinging to Pilsung’s sweaty arms, fell back onto the bed.

Pilsung grabbed Wooyoon’s ankles and pinned them next to his head, his hips pistoning faster. His cock grazed Wooyoon’s sensitive spot, making him cry out.

“Ugh! Hngh! I’m cumming! Ah! Ah!”

Pilsung kept his eyes locked on Wooyoon, his body moving relentlessly. Their sweaty skin slapped together.

“Fuck, ah! Feels good, Nam Wooyoon! Ha!”

“Pil, Pilsung, hngh! Ah! Aah!!”

As Wooyoon came, clenching around him, Pilsung lifted his chin, his throat bobbing. He emptied himself inside Wooyoon and caught his breath before resuming his thrusts. Wooyoon, still twitching from his orgasm, looked up at Pilsung, one hand gripping his own cock.

“Wait… just a little… hngh…”

“You can’t rest if you want to be filled with your husband’s cum all night, ha…” He said, but stopped moving, mindful of Wooyoon’s exhaustion. He cupped Wooyoon’s chest and sucked on his hardened nipple. Wooyoon, his breathing ragged, played with Pilsung’s hair as he recovered. He felt the post-orgasmic languor, and his cock, which he thought wouldn’t harden again, started throbbing.

Pilsung moved from Wooyoon’s nipple to his armpit, nuzzling his nose into the hollow and licking the skin, intoxicated by his scent.

“Ha, fuck, you taste good everywhere.”

“Hngh… tickles…”

He sucked on Wooyoon’s pale skin, leaving red marks and hickeys, then returned to his nipple.

A jolt of pleasure shot through Wooyoon, and he arched his back, clenching around Pilsung’s cock, which was still half-buried inside him. Pilsung’s cock twitched and swelled inside him.

“Hngh, bigger, getting bigger, ung!” The hardened cock pressed against his sensitive spot. Pilsung lifted himself up, pulled Wooyoon’s legs up to his chest, and started rubbing his tip against Wooyoon’s entrance. Wooyoon squeezed his eyes shut, his teeth clenched, and whimpered.

Pilsung, watching the tears gather in the corners of Wooyoon’s downcast eyes, raised his eyebrows and murmured, “Fuck, what am I going to do with you today…”

“Ah! Hngh, ugh! Aah, ung!”

“What am I going to do, Wooyoon… you’re so fucking beautiful, it’s driving me crazy… fuck, Wooyoon…” Pilsung’s eyes flickered as he looked down at Wooyoon. The sight of Wooyoon’s face contorted in pleasure was enough to make him explode. He felt a surge of love, so overwhelming it made his chest ache, and he knew he couldn’t end things here tonight.

Their lovemaking continued into the night. Despite seeing Pilsung take the supplement, Wooyoon couldn’t believe his pheromones were actually under control. Exhausted, he clung to Pilsung, whimpering softly. They had been so vigorous that with every change of position, Pilsung’s semen leaked from his stretched hole.

“Hey, don’t spill it.”

Wooyoon glared at Pilsung, who was gathering the spilled semen and pushing it back inside him. Pilsung, his ears and cheeks flushed, chuckled. Seeing the energy in his smile, Wooyoon quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, his lips parted slightly.

“Hey, open your eyes! Nam Wooyoon! Hey!” Pilsung, who had lifted one of Wooyoon’s legs onto his shoulder, preparing to enter him again, slapped his thigh playfully. “My beloved Nam Wooyoon? Hello?”

“……”

Whether Wooyoon’s pretense was convincing or not, Pilsung gave up and pulled his half-hard cock away from Wooyoon’s slick entrance. His touch, as he stroked himself, was laced with regret.

“Fine. I won’t do it. Open your eyes.”

“……”

“One, two…”

As he counted, Wooyoon’s eyes fluttered open as if nothing had happened. Pilsung lay down on top of him, smiling and kissing him. He kissed his nose, his lips, his chin, then took Wooyoon’s hand and placed it on his cock. “Jack me off.”

Wooyoon obediently started stroking Pilsung’s cock, still unable to believe that the thick shaft had been inside him.

“Hmm… uh…”

Pilsung nuzzled Wooyoon’s face, letting out pleased groans. Wooyoon felt a sense of comfort, not confinement, in Pilsung’s embrace, despite his much larger size.

He loved the feeling of Pilsung’s cock hardening in his hand. If he had the energy, he would have taken Pilsung again and again, just as Pilsung had done, insatiable and desperate for more.

Just like the lovers in the stories he read and watched, his world revolved entirely around Baek Pilsung. He could do anything for him.

Wooyoon spread his trembling legs slightly and guided Pilsung’s cock inside him. Pilsung, who had been lying still with his eyes closed, enjoying Wooyoon’s touch, groaned softly as the heat tightened around his sensitive spot.

“Pilsung, I can… let’s do it again…”

“Aah… ah…”

“I love you so much, Pilsung…”

Hearing Wooyoon’s trembling voice, Pilsung pushed deeper inside him, kissing his cheek. Just like Wooyoon, it was the first time he had heard those words, and a sweet euphoria washed over him. It felt like someone was crushing his heart with a hot, heavy stone, a pleasant ache spreading through his chest. The feeling of being loved was so unfamiliar and overwhelming that his eyes stung.