Strategic Mating Partner Chapter 87

The contraceptive pill I took in advance could prevent me from accepting the alpha’s seed and getting pregnant as an omega, but it could not block me from getting excited and intoxicated by this fragrant pheromone. No, actually, it should have some effect in blocking that too. But my whole body was so heated up that it was doubtful whether such an effect even existed. Taehyun spread his legs wide, hoping for Sejin to come in deeper. Sejin, just as Taehyun wished, slammed into him with all his might. Their solid bodies, not typical of omegas, collided. Sejin urgently pushed up Taehyun’s shirt and, like a child, buried his face in his large chest and sucked on the prominent nubs. With his tongue, he licked along the areola and, each time he touched and sucked the tender nubs, the narrow hole tightened squeeze, squeeze, around the thick cock.

“Ah, good, mmh…”

Taehyun let out a ragged breath—hoo—and stroked Sejin’s soft hair. Then he looked down at his own lower abdomen, which was tensing and releasing as if in a seizure, and at the cock twitching on top of that belly skin, and laughed again. Pfft, pfft. Unlike himself, who was letting out hollow laughs, he liked Sejin’s desperate-looking expression. It was lovely.

“How can a kid like you have a pretty face, a pretty body, and even a pretty cock?”

At that one sentence from Taehyun, Sejin’s face turned beet red as if a bomb had exploded.

“Hmm? Sejin-ah, haah…”

Taehyun’s body trembled as he continued to feel the pulse squirming inside him. Sejin pressed his lower body close, as if afraid of moving even an inch further away from Taehyun. The red, flushed cock pushed shove, thump, rubbing and prodding inside the hole, then pulled out, scraping the inner walls, and filled it again. Taehyun, despite it being a pressure he should be getting used to, still found it hard to adapt and whispered Sejin’s name, barely managing to breathe in.

“Sejin-ah, ha, Joo Sejin, mmh…”

Every time Taehyun called Sejin’s name, the cock inside him squirmed as if it would cum at any moment. At the sensation of the tender mucous membrane being rubbed in one go, Taehyun’s thighs trembled. Sejin did not say anything and moved his body, shaking his hips quickly as if to answer Taehyun’s call. As Sejin thrust his shaft in with enough force to make a frightening sound of flesh hitting flesh, thwack, thwack, Taehyun’s belly skin bulged out. The moment Sejin unconsciously pressed down on that protruding spot with his palm,

“Ah…!”

Startled by letting out a moan loud enough to be heard in the next room without realizing it, Taehyun covered his own mouth. Shit. Taehyun felt a chill run down his spine for a moment. What if the person in the next room notices and reports it to the management office? Being caught in this state, dripping wet below and reeking of omega pheromones, would be more than just an embarrassment. Of course, the management would likely bury it as if it never happened, but they would not be able to stop the rumors from spreading.

If a story spread that the Joo Sejin brought a woman, or an omega, into his room and did all sorts of things, and that the person who committed that lewd and audacious act was actually Sung Taehyun, there could be no greater damage to his image.

The problem started after that. Taehyun, shit. He did not want to admit it to himself, but he had a perversion of getting excited by doing things he should not be doing. As Taehyun unknowingly tightened his hole, Sejin frowned at the overwhelmingly strong stimulation.

“Ah, ah… Ahh…”

The hard cock rubbed against the tightly contracted inner walls, and the mucous membrane was scraped by the bulging veins. Taehyun moaned, desperately covering his own mouth. Sejin kissed Taehyun as if to cover his mouth. At that moment, when their entangled tongues explored each other, rubbing, and the sound of wetness was trapped inside their mouths, Taehyun felt himself about to cum and slowly ground his own cock against Sejin’s abs. As he rubbed and pressed the excited flesh between the smooth, well-defined curves, a milky white fluid soon burst from the tip of his urethra.

Following that, Sejin, who had been thrusting his hips to make a wet slapping sound, thwack, splat, quickly pulled himself out from inside Taehyun and greedily sucked Taehyun’s cock. It was a matter of course that he licked up every last drop of semen pooled on Taehyun’s abs. Lest there be any semen still remaining inside the urethra, he did not forget to suck with a slurp, slurp sound. Taehyun saw Sejin’s cock, which was now swollen and taut as if it would cum at any moment, and said.

“Don’t spill it outside, do it inside me, quickly, hmm?”

Then, without any shame, he spread his legs wide and, with his fingers, opened his hole to show the inner walls glistening with slick. The extremely aroused Sejin, breathing out hot air, huff, huff, belligerently thrust his cock in. After that, with a grunt—oomph—he put his arms under Taehyun’s two legs, pulled them up, and sat him on his own thighs, then whispered.

“You were so lewd just now, hyung… Hngh, I almost came just from your voice.”

But you didn’t. Taehyun, in the midst of it all, made a small correction and wrapped his arms around the back of Sejin’s neck. As he was thrust upwards, defying gravity while sitting on top of Sejin, his prostate, which had become extremely sensitive after cumming a moment ago, was continuously slammed into, thump, thump. The skin that touched was already flushed red from being rubbed so much while wet.

Sejin looked with enraptured eyes at how Taehyun’s perineum and the thighs and buttocks below it had turned a beautiful pink color that he wanted to bite. He loved how, every time his cock went in and out of Taehyun, the flexible folds of flesh were slightly pushed out and then tightened back in.

“Hyung, haah… ugh… I want to keep doing this. I only want to cum in you.”

At the lewd sentence he muttered with courage, Taehyun burst out laughing again—pfft—and hugged Sejin. If even this looks cute, am I really a lost cause? The moment he had that fleeting thought, a sensitive spot was touched, and Taehyun once again threw his head back stiffly and swallowed a moan.

Sejin’s thrusting became faster and faster, and finally, as he slammed his hips with enough force to make the bed creak, creak, squeak, a hot sensation soon spread inside. Taehyun felt the vigorous cock pulsating and shooting semen inside him and all too easily came again on his own stomach. Just as Taehyun was feeling the afterglow of his second orgasm and was about to slowly rotate his hips to help Sejin cum.

Knock knock. A knocking sound was heard from beyond the wooden door.

‘Crazy.’

In that moment, he was so shocked that his heart felt like it would drop, and the blood in his whole body ran cold. Unlike Taehyun, who was so flustered that he was at a loss for words and froze, Sejin put a finger to his lips in front of Taehyun—shh—and then calmly answered towards the other side of the door.

“Why? Is something wrong?”

At Sejin’s question, someone on the other side of the door said in a small voice.

“Hyung, I’m sorry, but the mattress has been really loud for a while now. If you’re stretching, could you please do it on the floor?”

It seemed the junior athlete who shared the same bathroom had a complaint, thinking that Sejin was doing some kind of exercise to relieve his tense muscles on the bed. While Taehyun, still covering his mouth tightly, could not say anything, Sejin spoke calmly. Taehyun could do nothing, pressed down under Sejin’s body. Thump, thump, thump. The sound of a heartbeat echoed loudly in Taehyun’s ear. This was not the sound Sejin was making, but the sound of his own heart.

“Ah, sorry. I’ll be careful.”

“Yes. You should get to sleep soon too, hyung.”

“Okay.”

Soon, only the quiet ticking of the second hand echoed in the room, and Taehyun once again pressed his palm to his mouth to hold his breath. Don’t make a sound. Don’t get caught. All sorts of complicated thoughts flooded his mind. In the midst of that short conversation, Taehyun once again reached a merciless climax, squeezing Sejin’s cock as if to cut it off.

“Hngh…”

Finally, the junior athlete’s footsteps faded away, trudge, trudge, and Sejin, frowning at the intense stimulation, whispered.

“Aren’t you liking this too much, hyung? You’re like a pervert…”

Taehyun felt a bit wronged. Isn’t it a perfectly natural reaction to get more excited because of the thrill in a situation like this. Besides, you’re the one who likes that pervert. Taehyun swallowed the excuse he could not bring himself to say out loud and kissed Sejin.

“Hngh, quietly, do it… Hnngh…”