My Alpha Era Began with Gongjindan Chapter 68

Once he was certain of his affection toward Jung Pureum, his hesitation in touching the other’s body disappeared. He didn’t even know what had possessed him to book a hotel room.

As soon as they entered the room, the two kissed again as if they’d been waiting for it. Moon Yeonghwa tightly wrapped his arms around Jung Pureum’s neck. Every time he bit and sucked on the tip of the tongue, wet sounds swirled around his ears.

By the time they reached the bed, clothing was scattered messily across the floor. Jung Pureum didn’t stop Moon Yeonghwa, who was frantically stripping off his clothes.

This was the first time Moon Yeonghwa had been this proactive. Until now, he’d acted fairly passive. Jung Pureum was satisfied with the way Moon Yeonghwa was touching his body without restraint.

“Hyung really only likes my body, huh.”

“That’s not true.”

Despite his words, the hand groping Jung Pureum’s chest was honest.

Jung Pureum recalled how Moon Yeonghwa would often lean his head against his chest. He didn’t know about other things, but it was certain that his body and pheromones worked well on Moon Yeonghwa.

“You can touch me more.”

“….”

“Not just here—you can touch other places too.”

Jung Pureum placed his hand over Moon Yeonghwa’s as it roamed his body. Guiding it from his chest to his abdomen to his thighs, Moon Yeonghwa’s ears flushed a deep red as if they might burst.

Even though he was embarrassed, he didn’t take his hand away until the very end.

To keep himself from laughing out loud, Jung Pureum purposely pressed his cheek against Moon Yeonghwa’s shoulder. He intended to grope Moon Yeonghwa in return, just as he’d given his own body.

As he rubbed over the flat chest, Moon Yeonghwa subtly leaned back. Grumbling that it was ticklish, it seemed he was sensitive even through his chest.

When Jung Pureum stood his fingertips upright and rubbed the areolae with his blunt nails, Moon Yeonghwa’s shoulders completely hunched up. As if soothing him, Jung Pureum stroked Moon Yeonghwa’s back. The fleshless chest flushed red from the friction each time he rubbed it.

If he got this embarrassed just from being touched by hand, he’d be horrified if he bit and sucked from the start. It was always important to know the right measure. Since Moon Yeonghwa had strong self-defense mechanisms, he’d start plotting an escape if pushed even a little too hard.

“Don’t just grope my thighs. Touch me here too.”

Jung Pureum pulled Moon Yeonghwa’s hand again. When he made him grab and shake his penis, Moon Yeonghwa grumbled with a flustered face, asking where he’d learned this.

“Learn? I just imagined it.”

“….”

“Imagining you touching me. Didn’t you do that too, hyung? It wouldn’t be strange if I’d appeared in your dreams at least once….”

At the whispering voice, Moon Yeonghwa’s face turned bright red.

It was the moment Moon Yeonghwa’s already dead conscience received a finishing blow. It was true that he’d thought of Jung Pureum once or twice while masturbating after they’d first slept together. He’d just tried to forget it because it felt too immoral.

“You did, didn’t you.”

Jung Pureum smiled. For him, it was a relief.

Moon Yeonghwa told him not to tease and began stroking Jung Pureum’s cock as if masturbating it. As he shook it up and down and gently scratched the shaft with the tip of his thumb, the already voluminous penis grew harder and stiffer.

“This thing was inside me….”

“Calling it ‘this thing’—that’s too harsh.”

“You’re the one who’s too harsh.”

With Jung Pureum’s cock in his hand, Moon Yeonghwa could only swallow dryly. His own body was aroused too, and he was getting excited while holding and stroking someone else’s penis.

When Jung Pureum, stealthily watching his reaction, buried his face in Moon Yeonghwa’s chest and began nibbling, the faint pleasure ignited. He couldn’t believe he was sitting face-to-face with someone he’d once thought he’d never do this with, doing exactly this.

“Ah, you, ugh, don’t bite so hard!”

Because of Jung Pureum, who bit his nipple with his teeth and sucked greedily, the strength drained from Moon Yeonghwa’s hands.

But contrary to his words telling him not to bite, Moon Yeonghwa didn’t push Jung Pureum away from his chest. Because Jung Pureum’s hand, holding Moon Yeonghwa close, was traveling down his back.

Thick fingers parted his buttocks, wet with arousal fluid, and pushed inside. Already aroused, the index and middle fingers easily delved inward.

Moon Yeonghwa’s body, which had gone limp from the lingering caresses, began to tense up again.

“Huh, ah… a little, slower….”

Now, making demands had become quite natural. Moon Yeonghwa, gripping Jung Pureum’s hair, was slowly moving his hips. An unconscious action.

As the number of fingers increased and they steadily spread him open, his lower half quickly grew soaked. Though he pretended otherwise, the exposure to Park Seongjin’s Alpha pheromones seemed to have had a significant effect.

Jung Pureum furrowed his brow at the other person’s pheromones still lingering on Moon Yeonghwa’s body.

“Hyung… do you like any Alpha?”

It was a question born of genuine hurt, but it sounded almost accusatory.

At those words, Moon Yeonghwa flinched and twisted his body. Not that it mattered—his lower half was being probed, so his posture collapsed before he could even properly lift himself.

“Would you be fine even if it wasn’t me?”

“What, ugh, huh… ugh, what nonsense are you….”

“It’s not nonsense.”

With three fingers, longer and thicker than average, lodged inside him, he felt the foreign object. Every time the knuckled fingers stirred his soft inner walls, moans escaped him involuntarily.

Because of the fingers that ruthlessly churned inside as if paving a path, the sheets became soaked as if water had been spilled. His front was half-erect, and arousal fluid dripped from behind.

“I can’t do it if it’s not you, hyung….”

Unlike his plaintive voice, the fingers stirring inside were somewhat rough. Moon Yeonghwa quickly tired, panting and burying his face in the sheets.

The fingers that had been mercilessly churning inside withdrew at once. The sufficiently widened entrance didn’t close immediately but twitched as if preparing to accept something else.

Jung Pureum barely managed to take out a condom and put it on, then slid the shaft between the slick thighs and thrust a couple of times. At that, Moon Yeonghwa let out a pained moan and impatiently told him to just put it in.

As if answering that impatience, Jung Pureum plunged in without warning. The softened entrance accepted the cock without much difficulty. Thanks to having been stretched thoroughly by hand, about half went in smoothly.

“Ugh, huh….”

Each time he pushed in a little more, muffled moans leaked out.

Jung Pureum supported Moon Yeonghwa’s waist with his arm. His posture kept collapsing, and without this support, penetration would have been incredibly difficult.

He pulled the cock out until the glans caught at the entrance, then drove it back in with a thrust. Moon Yeonghwa, for someone who got wet easily, had a rather short passage. Unless he used force to spread it open, it was hard to penetrate deeply.

Strength naturally filled Jung Pureum’s arms as he pulled Moon Yeonghwa’s abdomen close. Each time he thrust in a little deeper, the inside tightened snugly around him.

Even as he soothed with soft kisses on the lean back, the tightly contracted interior wouldn’t easily relax. Even with the ticklish kisses, Moon Yeonghwa was so aroused that his toes curled, leaving him tensed up.

“At this rate, I can’t get it all in….”

“Ah, uh, huh, Pureum, this is a bit….”

With his face buried in the sheets, each surge of pressure made it hard to breathe. His words came out fragmented. Moon Yeonghwa kept twisting his body while held by Jung Pureum. Whether because of the position or the arm pressing against his abdomen, the cock inside him felt unbearably vivid.

Every time it slid out and thrust back in, the inside of his stomach felt strange. The sensation of pressure on his lower abdomen kept making him feel like he was about to release something.

“Sniff, ugh… my stomach hurts….”

A sobbing sound escaped him naturally. It wasn’t even penetrating deeper than before, yet it happened. When Moon Yeonghwa fumbled for the sheets and tried to pull away, Jung Pureum stubbornly followed, saying he still hadn’t gotten it all in.

Each time the cock that had slightly slipped out pushed back in, a wet squelching sound rang out. The skin flushed red from the friction.

Jung Pureum spread one cheek with one hand and, as if pressing down, pushed the remaining length in.

“Huh, wait, just a second, ugh, ugh….”

Moon Yeonghwa’s penis, which had been twitching half-erect, suddenly swelled intensely. A clear fluid gathered at the tip and soon began to flow in a steady stream.

Horrified, Moon Yeonghwa pushed at Jung Pureum.

“I, I just a moment, ah, ah!”

Realizing something was wrong, he began to struggle, but Jung Pureum said it was fine and put his weight on Moon Yeonghwa, pressing him down. The arm wrapped around his abdomen showed no sign of letting him go.

As he thrust and stimulated both inside and out, the fluid that had been trickling slowly began to spray in all directions like a burst fountain. Moon Yeonghwa, thinking he’d somehow disgraced himself during sex at this age, could only let tears fall drop by drop. After the dizzying pleasure, shame had come rushing in.

Even as Moon Yeonghwa sniffled and begged to be let go, Jung Pureum held him as if binding him and continued the act. Normally, he would have stopped thrusting the moment Moon Yeonghwa started crying, but now he was also half out of his mind.

So aroused was he that the inside contracted tightly. Even with small movements, he could feel the inner flesh clinging to him. When Moon Yeonghwa began to cry, the sandalwood scent that had been suppressed by someone else’s pheromones vibrated intensely.

Jung Pureum hesitated for just a moment. They liked each other, so why not just imprint? I’m going to marry hyung anyway, so wouldn’t it be fine to bite a little early?

Instinct kept overriding his reason. He felt hurt that Moon Yeonghwa had gone on a blind date even after knowing he liked him, and he was worried about Moon Yeonghwa, who kept doing reckless things despite knowing the risks.

He needed something to keep Moon Yeonghwa from pulling away. Something more concrete and clear than a temporary contract.

“Yeonghwa hyung….”

Jung Pureum deliberately lowered his voice. When he spoke weakly and childishly, Moon Yeonghwa would often grant his requests. How many times had he pretended to give in, saying he was an impressive and good younger brother?

“Hyung, can’t we imprint?”

At the pleading voice, Moon Yeonghwa looked at Jung Pureum with hazy eyes.

Even as he asked in such a weak tone, Jung Pureum was still holding Moon Yeonghwa and probing his insides. At first, his lower half had leaked clear fluid with each thrust, but now it just twitched, unable to release anything.

Gasping for breath, Moon Yeonghwa dropped his gaze again. Imprint? Even in his dazed state, he thought that at least that was out of the question.

“No, ugh… huh… no.”

His pronunciation was slurred, and his consciousness flickered with every movement. But Moon Yeonghwa spoke the word ‘no’ very clearly.

It was a refusal that was quite familiar to Jung Pureum. Instead of asking twice, Jung Pureum slowly pumped inside while still inserted.