The World of Contrasts Vol. 5 Chapter 4

Ziiing-.

The phone spat out a message.

[This is a gift]

Daeyoung swallowed dryly, holding the photo sent by Yoojin. In it, Jang Jaemin was tilting his head, arms crossed.

[Keep your promise]

Daeyoung’s hand gripping the phone bulged with veins. The sound of him swallowing dryly echoed in the quiet car. In the photo, Jaemin’s hair had grown long enough to cover his neck, his face pale as he looked at the lens.

He looked like he might collapse any moment, yet his eyes were fierce. Seeing this, Daeyoung felt an uncontrollable surge of lust. His veined hand searched through his contacts and found someone. The other party answered immediately.

“How is he?”

― I was just about to call you, boss.

The voice of the person who had informed him of Yoojin’s visit rose. This was Daeyoung’s eyes on Jaemin’s next-door neighbor.

― Jang Jaemin has been admitted to the hospital.

Daeyoung’s face crumpled instantly. An accident, perhaps?

― It’s pregnancy toxemia.

“Explain in detail.”

― He collapsed while receiving IV fluids instead of alpha pheromones…

The black car began racing through the rain.

✽ ✽ ✽

Jaemin had returned home from the hospital just a day after being discharged when he received a call from Daeyoung’s lawyer.

Seonho suggested staying in the hospital a bit longer to watch his condition, but Jaemin decided there was no benefit in staying longer. He didn’t want to give Kwon Sangdo, who was likely keeping a close watch, any reason to criticize him.

“Hold on, Jaemin.”

After bringing Jaemin into the house, Seonho looked at his phone and left with a stern face. The anger radiating from him was palpable even from the back as he stepped out onto the balcony in the dead of winter.

“Are you saying something ridiculous right now?”

Seonho was so focused on the call that he didn’t even notice the door opening.

“Hyung.”

When Jaemin spoke, Seonho turned his head sharply.

“Enough, don’t call about these stupid things…”

The phone in Seonho’s hand was swiftly passed to Jaemin. After checking the name on the screen, Jaemin furrowed his brows slightly. Why was Daeyoung’s lawyer calling? They were legally complete strangers now.

“This is Jang Jaemin. What’s the matter?”

The lawyer’s topic was indeed something to make Seonho jump. Jaemin spoke in a low, rough voice.

“…So, your client wants to pay for sex with me?”

A cold wind passed, ruffling Jaemin’s long bangs.

― Yes.

The lawyer, in a blatantly businesslike manner, mentioned that despite the divorce, their client and Jaemin were in a unique situation due to the marking, and they could negotiate the compensation if Jaemin was willing.

“Ha ha…”

Jaemin’s dry laugh mixed with the wind. After refusing Seonho’s attempt to lead him inside, Jaemin leaned against the balcony, letting out a long sigh. The memory of buying alphas with money during the time he hid his heat overlapped with this moment, making him chuckle.

Is this misery something I must endure too?

“I’ll accept the proposal.”

“Jaemin…”

Seonho, who was about to drape a cardigan over his shoulders, frowned but trailed off as he realized Jaemin wasn’t accepting Daeyoung’s condition just out of lust. Jaemin’s wet eyes, holding back his long hair, were bloodshot, and seeing his hand on his stomach made Seonho’s heart heavier.

― Can we proceed tonight then?

“Fuck, is your client that desperate?”

Jaemin lifted his reddened eyes, spitting out the words through his teeth, but the lawyer remained unfazed.

― That’s why we’ve contacted Jang Jaemin.

It was as if to say there would have been no reason to contact him if it weren’t for satisfying reproductive urges.

“Ha…”

Jaemin bit his lip hard, letting the cold air fill his heated body. There was no other way now. The doctor had explained that for omegas with high omega values like Jaemin, pregnancy toxemia was occasionally a side effect. As he reached mid-pregnancy, continuous exposure to alpha pheromones would positively impact both the fetus and the mother’s health.

And if… if Daeyoung couldn’t hold back and sought another omega…?

Just the thought of someone else exciting him, regardless of whether sex was possible, felt like his heart was being torn apart. Jaemin clenched his fist over his left chest, speaking with a heavy heart.

“I’ll decide the place and time…”

― I’ve sent you the details via text. Please check.

“Isn’t this too forceful?”

Jaemin sighed through his pale lips, and the lawyer’s stiff voice came through again.

― Our client is already waiting.

His words seemed to imply Jaemin had no other choice.

‘You weren’t planning to refuse from the start.’

As Daeyoung’s low chuckle echoed in his mind, Jaemin closed his eyes. His sunken eyelids trembled.

✽ ✽ ✽

On the way to the meeting place, Jaemin called Jeonghoon. When he said he would accept Kwon Sangdo’s conditions, Jeonghoon encouraged him, saying he made the right choice. Jaemin promised to explain the plan soon and honestly described his purpose for going.

“Things will go more smoothly under the table.”

When Jeonghoon learned that Jaemin could meet Seol Daeyoung under the guise of sex, he responded with a brief acknowledgment. After hanging up, feeling suddenly exhausted, Jaemin leaned his head against the cold car window. Seonho, driving, pressed down harder on the accelerator for Jaemin, who looked like he might collapse at any moment.

“You must be tired, Jaemin.”

“…”

Jaemin didn’t deny it. Seonho had said that traveling a long distance in his condition was too much, and it was true.

“Why call us all the way to Gangwon-do, where we have no connections?”

Seonho finally muttered his discontent quietly. Jaemin couldn’t say anything. The winter sea was approaching. It was the place where he had been with Seol Daeyoung.

“Let’s change the location even now.”

The sea-view residence looked shabby from the outside. Seonho was displeased seeing the rundown building, which had lost its original grandeur from when it was first built, but Jaemin only gave a faint laugh.

“It’s okay.”

“This is almost like an insult to you.”

“If that’s what they want, let them do it.”

“…Jaemin.”

“I’ll go.”

As the elevator doors opened, Seonho stepped back. Although Seonho had been finding partners for Jaemin since he was young, today’s situation was entirely different. Jaemin smiled at Seonho, who couldn’t stop him but also couldn’t push him forward.

“I’m not going to die; I’m just going to get some rice cake.”

As soon as the elevator doors closed, the smile vanished from Jaemin’s face. He bit his lip hard, clenching his fist. Not knowing Seol Daeyoung’s intention in calling him back to the place where they marked each other made his heart beat painfully fast.

Upon opening the door, Daeyoung wasn’t in the bedroom. The sound of water from the bathroom made Jaemin pause for a moment. Walking slowly into the bathroom, he saw Daeyoung sitting in the narrow bathtub.

“…”

With wet hair over his forehead, Daeyoung looked at him with calm eyes, far from what one would expect from someone desperately contacting him for relief.

After facing Kwon Sangdo and coincidentally meeting in the suite, this was the moment when Jaemin thought he’d never see Daeyoung’s face again. Seeing him now, something hot rose in Jaemin’s chest. His heart beat stupidly at Daeyoung’s emotionless gaze.

“What, wash up.”

Despite the cruel tone that seemed to urge him to hurry up with overtime, Jaemin’s thoughts didn’t fade. He needed to snap out of it. What was he getting agitated for? Jaemin bit down hard on his lip, forcing out his voice.

“I’ve already washed, so just do it.”

“I need to feel like it to just do it.”

Daeyoung’s voice turned cold.

“Undress.”

Jaemin swallowed dryly. Even though he had anticipated this during the long journey here, he felt self-loathing for being disappointed by Daeyoung’s extremely businesslike attitude. Thinking that the longer he hesitated, the more pathetic he’d look, his hands fumbled several times while taking off his clothes in a hurry.

“…You’re a mess.”

At Daeyoung’s murmur while looking at his naked body, Jaemin flinched. He knew better than anyone how his body had deteriorated due to severe morning sickness and lack of exercise. It was somewhat fortunate that his soft belly didn’t show signs of pregnancy.

“Now’s not the time to pick between hot or cold rice, is it?”

Jaemin tried to speak coldly, releasing his pheromones. As the scent spread in the steamy, cramped bathroom, Daeyoung’s lips slowly parted. He took a deep breath, his chest swelling and contracting slowly with the moisture.

“Come in.”

At Daeyoung’s husky voice, Jaemin’s heart beat even faster. Jaemin entered the opposite side of the bathtub, but in the tight space, their legs couldn’t help but touch.

Splash!

As Daeyoung slowly pulled his ankles, Jaemin’s body was drawn towards him. Jaemin, nearly dunking his head underwater, glared at Daeyoung right in front of him, breathing heavily.

“Didn’t your lawyer tell you? I said I’d leave immediately if the sex is as shitty as last time…”

When Daeyoung tilted his head to kiss him, Jaemin’s words scattered dizzily.

It wasn’t just his voice that scattered. The moment Daeyoung’s breath touched him, his mind went black, and all the fragments of thought that had filled it disappeared without a trace. When their hot lips met and then a soft tongue swept through his mouth, it felt like sinking into the deep sea with a heavy weight attached to his heart.

“Haah…”

Daeyoung’s kiss continued as if breathing life into Jaemin, who was endlessly falling. Splash. As strength drained from Jaemin’s arms, they emerged from the water to barely encircle Daeyoung’s neck, making their kiss firmer. Jaemin’s breathing turned ragged, greedily inhaling the pheromones mixed with Daeyoung’s saliva and breath from their entwined tongues.

“Ha… Hng… Release more pheromones.”

Unable to quench his thirst, Jaemin furrowed his brows and lifted his heated eyes. Daeyoung’s face was right in front of him. It felt like every cell in his body was clamoring for his pheromones.

“Quickly…!”

“Who’s giving orders here?”

Daeyoung whispered lowly while nibbling on Jaemin’s lower lip, biting hard enough to leave tooth marks. But even that felt like a dizzying stimulus to Jaemin. He frowned at Daeyoung, who was pressing his forehead against his.

“What are you doing, testing me, you bastard?”

“Yeah.”

“You fucking… Hng…”

As Daeyoung’s serpentine tongue invaded his mouth again, Jaemin’s attempt to push him away was swallowed up. The sound of the softest mucous membranes in the body clashing was as thick as the splashing water in the bathtub, and Jaemin’s pheromones, melting into the steam, flowed down the tiled walls.

“Haah, haah…”

Jaemin’s pale eyes turned rosy. Heat spread across his cheeks, ears, and neck, and his nipples, submerged in water, were particularly dark.

“…”

Daeyoung slowly pulled away from the firmly locked lips, his brows furrowed as he looked at Jaemin intently. From his gaze, Jaemin could read nothing. The faint alpha pheromones since earlier only made him more anxious.

Contrary to Jaemin’s expectation of being taken as soon as they met, Daeyoung’s lukewarm response was confusing. Even with Jaemin’s omega pheromones overflowing, Daeyoung didn’t move recklessly.

Had the effect of the marking vanished? Or had his pheromones changed because of the pregnancy?

“If you’re not in the mood… Haah… then fuck off.”

Anxious, Jaemin spoke while taking in Daeyoung’s faintly laid pheromones in the bathroom. His mouth was drying, his vision blurring, yet his desire was clear. Omegas might have their heat cycles interrupted during pregnancy, but their libido hadn’t disappeared. No, it felt even more intense than before. The tingling deep in his abdomen and the flow of slick were vivid even underwater.

“Give me… more pheromones… Hng…”

Succumbing to desire, Jaemin finally whispered with his eyes tightly shut. Instead of fulfilling Jaemin’s wish, Daeyoung wrapped his large hand around Jaemin’s nape, bringing his face to his ear. Daeyoung’s voice flowed leisurely into his heated ear.

“If I release all my pheromones at once, you’ll die of shock.”

You fucking bastard. Even in the throes of arousal, Jaemin felt the flames rise from his heart. The only person he loved still had that same attitude.

“Fuck, what’s with the confidence… Haah…”

“It means I’m that starved.”

“…”

The hunger in his voice left Jaemin speechless. His heart, which had been beating with anxiety trying to read Daeyoung’s intentions, now reacted with a different rhythm, strong and loud. Fearing his erratic heartbeat might be heard, Jaemin tried to pull away from him.

“…Perverted bastard.”

But Daeyoung’s heavy hand gripped his neck, preventing any movement.

“Jang Jaemin.”

Blood rushed to the marking spot hidden beneath the mandala tattoo. His normally unnoticed neck felt like it was being branded with a hot iron, making it hard to breathe as if he had entered a steam room. Jaemin tried not to be swayed, tensing his jaw to speak.

“What.”

Daeyoung tilted his head, their noses touching again.

“Remember? When we slept here.”

How could he forget? It was the day he realized their fates had changed. It was here that Daeyoung had brought him when he was on the brink, deciding his fate with the marking. Jaemin’s trembling eyes beneath clenched teeth gave away his emotions.

“…No. I don’t remember.”

Daeyoung twisted his lips while looking into his eyes.

“Yeah? Then I’ll make you remember.”

“No need.”

Jaemin tried to avoid Daeyoung’s gaze, but the persistent voice was inescapable.

“You ran away when I was trying to impress you from dawn, purifying myself.”

The soft, low voice stabbed at Jaemin’s heart like a dagger.

“Ha… Shut up…”

“I had planned to spend the whole day with you.”

“…”

Jaemin swallowed dryly, his mouth feeling parched.

Had he stayed with Daeyoung that day instead of leaving alone, would his fate have been different? At least he wouldn’t have been dragged away by subordinates in the parking lot. Daeyoung was someone who could handle a hundred alone.

Jaemin let out a bitter laugh, mocking his own meaningless assumptions.

“…Why bring up the past… Hng.”

As Daeyoung’s shadow seemed to envelop him, their lips met once more. Daeyoung’s saliva tasted like it could boil his blood. Jaemin felt like he was barely extending his life with an IV at the brink of starvation.

“I’m just telling you how stupid it was to let go of my hand.”

In Daeyoung’s deep eyes, Jaemin saw his own distorted reflection.

I know that.

“…”

Instead of voicing the sincerity that welled up to his throat, Jaemin bit down hard on his reddened lower lip. Daeyoung, capturing this image of Jaemin like a photograph, added slowly.

“Well, my situation now, doing this with you, is equally shitty.”

Murmuring with a sneer, Daeyoung pulled Jaemin onto his lap.

“Fuck…”

Jaemin, overwhelmed by his emotions, tried to push him away but couldn’t. Daeyoung’s erect penis was pressed against Jaemin’s perineum, matching perfectly. Like the water in the tub that was at a dangerous level, Jaemin’s heart began to churn.

“With an erection like that… don’t act so tough.”

His taunt didn’t work. Daeyoung narrowed his eyes, clicking his tongue.

“I never said I wasn’t in the mood.”

“When did you say you weren’t in the mood, you bastard?”

Daeyoung’s distinct brows twisted upward.

“Ah… Did it bother you?”

His voice, seemingly playing with him, made Jaemin feel like a volcano had erupted inside him.

“Get lost… Hng…!”

Daeyoung’s hand, which had been tracing his spine, slipped between his buttocks, deeply penetrating. The middle finger, with its prominent knuckle, blocked the hole slick with arousal, but Jaemin couldn’t make a sound, as if a plug had been inserted into his vocal cords.

“Stop struggling. I can’t control my strength.”

Jaemin wanted to shout, “Just do it your way, damn it,” but no sound came from his parted lips. Even though it was just two of Daeyoung’s fingers inside him, the long-absent penetration made his inner walls stiffen, stopping his breath.

“You haven’t masturbated?”

“Hng…”

He had tried to forget by sleeping after suppressing the urge to masturbate while thinking of his ex, only to wake up with wet underwear from embarrassing dreams multiple times. Daeyoung, unaware of Jaemin’s situation, muttered with feigned seriousness.

“If I put it in now, my dick might get cut off.”

As Jaemin glared at him, catching his breath, Daeyoung slipped his tongue into his slightly opened mouth. At the same time, another finger was added.

Squish. Squish. The sound of fingers freely probing his hole grew louder, making the kiss even more intense. Each time the fingers disappeared completely inside, Daeyoung’s palm slapped against Jaemin’s perineum with a loud smack. Jaemin groaned like someone in a fever.

“Hng… Ah, hng…”

“Is that all you can do with a kiss?”

Daeyoung’s cold words seemed to trigger something inside Jaemin. As Jaemin began to suck hard on his tongue, Daeyoung’s lips silently curved upward. Finally, the concentration of pheromones emanating from Daeyoung began to thicken.

Jaemin, in response, bit down on Daeyoung’s lower lip, lifting his eyelids clouded with pleasure.

Damn it. I want it so bad it drives me crazy.

As he was enveloped by Daeyoung’s pheromones, heat spread through Jaemin’s entire body, sharpening his senses. It was an odd feeling, like the strength was returning to a body that had become languid and wilted since his pregnancy.

“Ha… Go deeper and harder.”

Jaemin gripped Daeyoung’s firm waist with his thighs, grinding his teeth. But Daeyoung just clicked his tongue in annoyance, furrowing his thick brows.

“…I told you not to give orders.”

The hole, fully opened by the intense foreplay, was involuntarily opening and closing, yearning for a deeper, more intense penetration. The vivid memory of Seol Daeyoung’s large member thrusting into him, splitting him like wood, was driving Jaemin mad. However, the shameless one who had paid for sex was prolonging the time with unbearable patience.

“Are you playing the ‘daddy’ role now?”

He had told him not to be an asshole like during rut; it wasn’t supposed to mean to treat him like a fragile piece of glass. As Jaemin glared at Daeyoung, his eyes wide with whites showing, for taking such meticulous care of his body, Daeyoung finally reacted.

“What?”

The satisfaction of still being able to provoke him with such simple methods was undeniable. Jaemin raised his voice, seeing the creases on Daeyoung’s forehead.

“Even when you were weaned off your bottle 15 years ago, it was less boring than this…!”

Splash! The water in the tub surged, lifting Jaemin’s body. There was no time to be shocked by Daeyoung’s strength, treating his body like it weighed nothing.

“Watch your words, Jang Jaemin.”

“Ha ha, what’s this all of a sudden…”

“We’re not kids anymore, are we?”

Daeyoung scanned him up and down as he spoke. But Jaemin didn’t have time to grasp the meaning behind Daeyoung’s significant look. Daeyoung had pinned his hands under Jaemin’s armpits against the wall and began licking his nipples.

“Ha, ah!”

The moment Jaemin felt the stimulation on his reddened chest and swollen nipples, his sharp moan echoed through the bathroom. Although his body didn’t easily show signs of pregnancy, his chest was clearly different. As the fine bumps on Daeyoung’s warm tongue brushed against his nipples, it felt good to the point of being painful, making his hair stand on end.

“Suck them… Haah…”

In the end, Jaemin could only gasp and plead. But Daeyoung was cruel. His pupils, without a double eyelid, shone with a blue light, pushing Jaemin.

“I paid for you, so you want me to serve you?”

“Fuck…”

Daeyoung looked directly at Jaemin, whose chest was heaving, and flicked his tongue over his nipple.

“Ahng!”

White liquid, gathered at the tip of the nipple, dropped down without resistance, but Jaemin didn’t even notice it.

Daeyoung wanted to squeeze the partner’s chest, now starting to curve gently, and suck out its contents until it burst. But the doctor’s warning about how intense sexual activities, especially sucking on the breasts, could cause uterine contractions held him back. If anything went wrong now, he wouldn’t get to see Jaemin’s swollen belly.

A satisfying scene that made him feel like he could climax just from imagining it.

“It hurts. It’s itchy… Ugh, I’m going crazy…”

“Which one is it? Decide on one.”

Daeyoung’s tongue moved rhythmically, gently pressing against the now more sensitive nipples. Jaemin’s fingers twitched on the wet bathroom wall, feeling like he was being tickled while bound.

His legs, tightly wrapped around Daeyoung’s waist like a tree trunk a hundred years old, were the same. Jaemin’s lighter-colored penis was erect, bobbing on Daeyoung’s stomach, leaking clear pre-cum.

“Ha, fuck… Ah…!”

Daeyoung didn’t suck on the pregnant man’s nipples too fiercely, but the persistent stimulation of circling the nipples with his tongue and pressing the areola still pushed Jaemin over the edge.

“Mmng…!”

Jaemin arched his back, ejaculating white semen similar to milk into the air. After thoroughly enjoying making Jaemin come, Daeyoung finally relaxed his grip, and Jaemin’s eyelashes trembled, lifting upwards from where they had been tightly shut. Jaemin could only bite his red lips hard, seeing his own traces sliding down one side of Daeyoung’s chiseled face.

“You come well, from both ends.”

Jaemin, whose chest was soaked with milk, didn’t fully understand his words. However, he clearly sensed the satisfaction in Daeyoung’s eyes as he stared at him, as well as how much he was holding back his animalistic desire.

Perhaps feeling frustrated that Jaemin came just from having his nipples licked a few times, Daeyoung’s breathing was getting rougher. It was easy to imagine how he was doing down there without even looking.

Not that Jaemin planned to ignore it.

Jaemin wanted to thrust his desire right in front of Daeyoung, who had been reacting lukewarmly, as if he wasn’t into having sex with him, just as Daeyoung had always done to him.

Plop. Plop.

Jaemin lowered both legs into the tub, then slid down to sit with his back against the wall.

“…”

Unlike his own deteriorated physical condition after their breakup, Daeyoung’s chest, showing off its well-defined muscles from all that exercise, was smeared with Jaemin’s ejaculate. Jaemin slowly ran his palm over Daeyoung’s eight-pack abs, feeling the sensation of touching his dark, smooth skin.

Jaemin grasped Daeyoung’s erect penis from root to tip, shaking it up and down. The movement was smooth even without using the semen as lube because Daeyoung’s pre-cum had already drenched his cock.

“…You’re all hard like this, but you still put on airs?”

“Well, if you suck it, it might get even better.”

Fucking bastard. Jaemin spoke his thoughts aloud, licking his lips. Seeing the evidence of arousal in front of him, the satisfaction made him get even more excited.

“Ha…”

When a ragged moan escaped from Daeyoung’s throat, Jaemin’s hand movements quickened. With his eyes reddening, looking up at him, Jaemin increased the friction between his palm and the mucous membrane, shaking Daeyoung’s cock until he was breathless.

“Your hand job skills have improved.”

Seeing Daeyoung’s temple twitch with a hoarse voice, Jaemin swallowed dryly. His mouth kept drying from the overwhelming alpha pheromones. His own penis, which he thought would go limp after ejaculating, was erect again underwater.

“I’m trying to give you your money’s worth.”

Daeyoung’s lips contorted into a fierce sneer.

“…Open your mouth.”

Jaemin was already planning to do that. As if he had been waiting, he removed the hand that had been shaking vigorously enough to make his forearms sore and engulfed Daeyoung’s penis. He looked like a predator lunging for its prey with its mouth wide open, but in reality, he was the one falling apart. The semen hitting the back of his throat felt vivid, and the pheromone scent filling his nose made Jaemin’s body tremble.

“Nngh…!”

Daeyoung’s hand grabbed Jaemin’s hair, pulling it back from his cock. Even after pulling out his angry erection, the ejaculation didn’t stop. Jaemin’s face was drenched with semen as the veins on Daeyoung’s cock pulsed, shooting out more. Seeing Jaemin lick the pheromone-soaked substance off his lips, Daeyoung felt like he was losing his mind.

Splash!

Daeyoung bent down, lifting Jaemin by his back and under his knees, causing the water in the tub to splash onto the floor. He walked out of the bathroom, heading straight for the bed in the room. Beyond the large window with open curtains, the sea was dark, but the sound of waves could be heard through the open window.

“Haah… Haah…”

Jaemin, with his eyes downcast, was trying to catch his breath, his wet forehead resting against Daeyoung’s chest. Daeyoung laid him on the bed, still unfocused, and clenched his molars tightly.

“After not receiving alpha pheromones for several months during pregnancy, sudden exposure to excessive pheromones can, albeit rarely, lead to premature labor.”

“Didn’t you once tell me to pour out all my fluids?”

“Intense sex comes with consequences. But considerate sex is always beneficial for both the mother and the child.”

The patience Daeyoung had barely held onto in front of the skeptical gaze of the heat specialist, as if doubting whether he could manage it, was long gone.

Slap-!

A noise distinctly different from the sound of winter waves crashing echoed coldly, and Jaemin looked at Daeyoung with furrowed brows.

“Have you gone mad…?”

Was it an illusion to see Daeyoung slap his own cheek? But the handprint on Daeyoung’s cheek was clearly visible. After behaving strangely all day, did this fucking bastard really lose his mind?

“If you want to get hit, tell me; I’ll hit you as much as you want…!”

As Daeyoung’s hand gripped and lifted his swollen chest, Jaemin’s lips trembled open. With Daeyoung’s iron-like knees spreading his thighs and his firm thighs pressing down to prepare for insertion, Jaemin threw his head back, moaning.

“Ah…!”

Daeyoung furrowed his brows, holding Jaemin’s face.

“Does it hurt?”

“…When did you start caring?”

Though Jaemin anticipated more pleasure than pain, Daeyoung couldn’t determine how far he could go with someone who was not just a single person anymore.

“I wasn’t that bad-mannered in bed, was I?”

Crazy. Jaemin exhaled sharply with a heated face.

“You have no self-awareness…”

Peck.

“I won’t hurt you.”

With the gentle touch of lips on his forehead, Jaemin’s words stopped. As Daeyoung looked into his astonished eyes, he kissed Jaemin’s cheeks, ears, and the tip of his chin again. The kisses, as light as feathers landing, made Jaemin’s face contort oddly.

“So relax.”

Jaemin had prided himself on having seen every aspect of Seol Daeyoung, but this behavior was something he’d never seen before. And realizing why this unfamiliar action made him feel so overwhelmed, his face heated up like it was on fire.

“Hey.”

“Shut up and focus on sex. I’ll make you come all night if that’s what you want.”

Despite his off-putting tone, Seol Daeyoung was treating him with care, almost like he was handling something precious.

Since the first time they had sex in the bridal chamber, Daeyoung had always aggressively pursued him like a madman, but now, treating him like a cherished possession… there could only be one reason. Jaemin’s furrowed brow stretched long.

“You… don’t tell me…”

“Shut up.”

Daeyoung skillfully silenced Jaemin’s surprised mouth with his own, continuing with a deep kiss. Amidst the faint sound of winter waves crashing, the thoughts filling Jaemin’s mind scattered. The night they marked each other was also a winter night with loud waves.

Why did this bastard insist on meeting here? Is he trying to drive me crazy?

His mind was in chaos, and tears welled up uncontrollably. Not wanting to show such a pathetic, tearful state, Jaemin turned his head, burying it into the pillow. As Daeyoung’s lips moved down from his neck to his chest, Jaemin’s wet moans were absorbed by the soft fabric.

“Mmng… Ha… Ahh!”

The moment Daeyoung’s lips touched his abdomen, Jaemin’s body shivered violently. Daeyoung paused, his hands that had stopped moving now gently rubbing Jaemin’s stomach as he pulled his lips away.

“You took your medicine, right?”

“…”

Jaemin swallowed dryly, avoiding an answer, and Daeyoung continued.

“It would be a headache if you got pregnant now.”

Jaemin bit his lip, worried that Daeyoung might have noticed his condition. If it were the usual him, he would have sensed Daeyoung hiding something and deceiving him, but the physical toll from the lack of alpha pheromones during pregnancy had dulled even his sharpness. Moreover, Daeyoung’s eyes, unlike his slick tongue, astonishingly showed no emotion.

Feeling both relief and a strange disappointment, Jaemin suppressed his swelling emotions. To divert Daeyoung’s attention, he bent his knees and spread his legs.

“Stop talking nonsense and do your business.”

“…”

“You have nothing to worry about.”

Showing his hole soaked with slick, Daeyoung inhaled heavily like a beast. The flames of desire in his dark eyes were clearly visible.

“Fortunately.”

Daeyoung spread Jaemin’s legs as if binding them, burying his face between them, and began to eagerly caress the hole. As the wrinkled area opened and closed at will, slick flowed out like squeezing water from a sponge.

“Hng, ah… Ugh…”

As Daeyoung’s breath, which greedily drank in the pleasure-drenched fluids, grew increasingly hot and rough, Jaemin’s tightly closed hole began to tremble, melting under the persistent foreplay. Then Daeyoung started to widen Jaemin’s inner walls more seriously.

Each time his large, thick fingers stimulated the swollen area, the squelching noise grew louder. Experiencing it again, Jaemin acknowledged that Seol Daeyoung was undoubtedly skilled with his hands. With the repeated, smooth, and relentless hooking motions, tears streamed down Jaemin’s cheeks, and his balls tightened up.

“Ahh…!”

As semen shot out fiercely once more, Jaemin’s raised knees trembled. After lifting his face from between Jaemin’s thighs, Daeyoung pressed his body against him, meeting his eyes. Jaemin panted, almost pleading, as he watched Daeyoung lick his lips.

“Ah… Mm…”

Was it because he was overly exposed to pheromones? The pulsing sensation from the spot where he was marked was not just his imagination. Additionally, his desire for Daeyoung in front of him only grew stronger. As Jaemin’s trembling hands cupped Daeyoung’s face, he saw the handsome eyebrows twist.

“…Please, put it in.”

Jaemin, throwing away any sense of dignity or shame, spread his legs wide, lifting his hips towards Daeyoung. Grinding Daeyoung’s heavy, hard penis against his perineum, a faint sigh escaped from Daeyoung. Was it a sneer? Whatever, it didn’t matter.

Jaemin barely managed to align Daeyoung’s hot, red glans with his hole. The weightiness, incomparable to fingers, was already making him burn with anticipation before insertion. Jaemin’s hole was too narrow to easily take in Daeyoung’s unmoving member. Jaemin grabbed his own buttocks, pulling them apart.

“Hng…!”

Although Jaemin tried to insert Daeyoung’s cock by spreading himself, Daeyoung was quicker.

“Fuck…”

With a low curse, Daeyoung’s angry cock split Jaemin’s slick inner walls and settled inside.

“Hah…!”

With a short moan, Jaemin arched his back, and Daeyoung, seeming to retreat slightly, thrust back in hard.

“Haah… Uhh!”

Feeling the cock thrust to the hilt, Jaemin felt like he couldn’t breathe. His hole, barely stretched around Daeyoung’s thick member, was already drenched with slick.

Crunch. Thud, creak, thud.

Then came the piston action Jaemin had so desperately wanted. It was just a simple thrust, but the pleasure of being pounded by a bat-like cock was something only Daeyoung could provide. As Jaemin’s legs, previously wrapped around Daeyoung’s waist, fell limply apart, Daeyoung bound his thighs, lifting his upper body.

“Ah! Ugh…! Ah! Mm!”

The change in angle wasn’t just about hitting his prostate head-on. The pre-cum seeping from Daeyoung’s urethra, as if a knife had slit it lengthwise, felt so good that goosebumps ran up Jaemin’s spine.

Every time Daeyoung’s large balls and perineum collided with him, the slick stretched out like spiderwebs. Holding the sheets tightly, Jaemin’s hands moved instinctively to the rhythm, pulling Daeyoung’s shoulders towards him. His lower body, burning with heat, was already signaling the approach of climax, and Jaemin wanted to reach it while feeling Daeyoung’s warmth.

Instead of resisting his touch, Daeyoung pressed his solid body against Jaemin, thrusting hard. The pleasure escalated like a snowball rolling down a hill.

“Hng! Please, ugh…!”

Jaemin begged him without knowing why, and Daeyoung gave him a reason.

“The spot you come from has changed a bit.”

As Daeyoung persistently hit the same spot, Jaemin rolled his eyes, moaning sharply. The accelerated pleasure shattered against Daeyoung’s rock-hard body, spreading throughout his own. Jaemin, embracing Daeyoung’s hot body, writhed in dizzying climax.

“Ah, hng…! Fuck, ugh…!”

He gripped Daeyoung’s back so hard it would leave marks, but there was no shame. The sex with Daeyoung, so strong and persistent that his hips ached, was addictively mind-blowing.

“…How many times are you going to come, Jang Jaemin?”

Daeyoung’s rich bass whispering in his ear stirred him up again.

“Haah, haah… Can’t I?”

Daeyoung lifted his head from Jaemin’s neck, looking at him. Still connected below, his hand gently brushed Jaemin’s sweat-drenched hair from his forehead.

“You can.”

Daeyoung’s lips curved into a smile.

“The night is long.”

“…”

“I haven’t even properly started yet.”

The whisper in his ear made Jaemin’s chest ache with tenderness. It felt like he was back to the time when he loved him without knowing anything.

His heart raced. This was a scam. The eyes of the bastard who proposed paying for sex with an ex-partner, supposedly devoid of feelings, shouldn’t be this seductive.

“Arrogance… it’s incurable.”

Instead of responding to Jaemin’s barely spoken words, Daeyoung smiled faintly and resumed his thrusts. Heat rose from their intertwined, sweat-covered bodies.

In truth, Jaemin knew very well. The one being arrogant was himself, and he was the one afflicted with an incurable disease of desire for the other. He would probably never forget this night. This moment of being with him like happy lovers, an illusion that would disappear when he closed his eyes and opened them.

“Daeyoung.”

Jaemin whispered to Daeyoung, who had begun sucking on his chest, with an excited look in his eyes.

“Yeah.”

He felt like a cat rolling on a soft carpet. His hands and feet warmed, and heat gathered in his abdomen. The omega pheromones, which had always overwhelmed him, were neutralized, swimming gently through his body, perhaps due to the pregnancy.

“Do it gently.”

“Didn’t you say not to treat you like a child earlier?”

“I think… I like this better.”

“Who does?”

Daeyoung asked, opening his eyes slightly. His tone seemed to carry some meaning, but it must have been Jaemin’s imagination. Jaemin avoided Daeyoung’s gaze, biting his lip gently.

“Me.”

“…”

Daeyoung didn’t press him further; instead, he mingled their tongues, fulfilling his request. Daeyoung’s large, beautiful body began to move over Jaemin’s, gliding like a skilled swimmer cutting through water.

The old mattress couldn’t perfectly absorb the vibrations, creating a gentle sway and a faint noise every time Daeyoung moved.

“Ugh… Mm… Hah…!”

Squelch. Squelch.

As the blood concentrated in his abdomen moved downwards, the hole tightened, squeezing Daeyoung’s member, and this reaction in turn stimulated his cock, making it harder. The slick that had gathered on the veins of his cock turned into a white, sticky gel, changing its texture. The sounds of their bodies wanting each other, the squelching and their breaths, grew louder, filling the room.

“Ha…”

Daeyoung suddenly pulled away from the kiss and looked at Jaemin. Only Jaemin’s suppressed moans echoed each time Daeyoung slowly thrust, with no conversation between them. Jaemin tried to avoid his gaze, but Daeyoung’s firm elbows were on either side of his head, preventing him from turning away. Or, to be honest, Jaemin didn’t want to turn away.

He wanted to look at him this closely.

Tears welled up in Jaemin’s eyes, and Daeyoung asked in a low voice.

“Why are you crying?”

Was he concerned, or was he trying to provoke him? To Jaemin, it didn’t matter anymore. He just wished time would stop at this moment when they were facing each other.

With his face flushed, Jaemin whispered to Daeyoung.

“Why are you so good at sex?”

“Is it good enough to make you cry now?”

“…Yeah, fuck.”

Daeyoung slightly turned his body away from Jaemin, who twisted his lips with wet eyes. As his cock pulled out, slick flowed out from the hole that quickly closed. Jaemin gripped the sheets tightly, suppressing the emptiness he felt. Sensing his feelings, Daeyoung commanded in a husky voice.

“Come on top of me.”

“…”

Did he mean for him to ride him? Jaemin swallowed dryly, recalling the days when he had to move his hips back and forth without rest, his body filled with congestion. But there was nothing he couldn’t do now. After all, this would be their last time together.

“You’re not going into rut now, are you?”

If everything went as expected, Daeyoung’s rut was five days away. Seonho had said Daeyoung’s rut had never deviated from schedule. Controlling even the variables in his body was very typical of Seol Daeyoung.

Daeyoung smiled, showing his neat teeth when Jaemin asked to confirm.

“Why. Are you scared?”

Jaemin sat up, his hands behind his head, looking at Daeyoung who was lying down. It was an unchanged observation from before to now; Daeyoung’s composure had a reason, and his body best explained it.

Because Daeyoung, in his bare, primal state, was overwhelmingly beautiful. Jaemin’s heart raced anew, looking at a body that seemed like an impossibly perfect piece of art for someone supposedly made from clay.

Whenever Jaemin felt ‘alive’, it was always when facing Seol Daeyoung. That’s why he came all this way tonight. Because Daeyoung was the only one who could awaken his dead senses.

Straddling Daeyoung’s waist, Jaemin looked down at him with red eyes. During this moment, there was an illusion that he owned Daeyoung. Jaemin gripped Daeyoung’s pulsating cock, engulfing it into his world.

“Ah…”

Daeyoung furrowed his flat brow, letting out a low moan. The cowgirl position allowed his member to go deep, but at least Jaemin could control the movements. However, he thought that acting too slowly might arouse Daeyoung’s suspicion.

Moreover, the more of Daeyoung’s fluids entered him, the clearer his mind became, making him want to move as intensely as Daeyoung desired. Even when he was lying in the hospital like a corpse, receiving IV fluids, he hadn’t felt this good physically.

Jaemin wrapped his arms around Daeyoung’s rock-like thighs to stabilize himself and started to push back when Daeyoung raised his knees. Daeyoung gently pulled Jaemin’s arms, which had lost balance, and embraced him.

Jaemin’s profile touched Daeyoung’s chest. Thud. Thud. Feeling the steady heartbeat, Jaemin had to bite his lip hard as his nose tingled again.

“Don’t overexert yourself, just stay still.”

Each time Daeyoung treated him gently, Jaemin felt overwhelmed. It might have been easier if he had just pushed him like before. But Jaemin didn’t want this situation to end. If possible, forever.

Fuck.

Seol Daeyoung was wrong. The damn night was too short.

“Daeyoung…”

At the moment when both body and mind were in disarray. The faint sound of the night sea waves was unreal. Above all, what was even more unbelievable was Daeyoung standing in front of him, looking at him with the same eyes as before.

“…”

As if in a trance, facing Daeyoung’s gaze that didn’t even make a sound, it felt like time had stopped.

“I…”

Using the dreamlike situation as an excuse, Jaemin wanted to say he was wrong, but Daeyoung cut him off.

“Don’t say anything. Not now.”

“Hng…”

Because I might not know what I’ll do to you.

As Daeyoung commanded in a low voice, hiding his intentions, Jaemin tightly shut his trembling lips. Daeyoung, without a word, held Jaemin in a tight embrace and finally started moving in his way. He judged that with how much he had soaked Jaemin with alpha pheromones, there was no risk of shock.

Above all, Daeyoung couldn’t hold back anymore. He wanted to love Jaemin, who was panting with a feverish body, carrying his child.

“Open your eyes.”

As he thrust upwards from beneath, Jaemin’s sensitive inner walls were pressed hard. His uterus swelled, blood rushed to his lower body, and the ecstasy continued, making moans of agony pour out from his vocal cords.

“Ahh… Hng… Mmm…! Ahh…!”

Squeak, thud! Squeak, thud! Their lower bodies moved in a steady rhythm, which soon turned into vibrations too fast to follow. With the quick thrusts, Jaemin, collapsed over him, was violently shaken, unable to keep his senses. His eyes turned red, and tears streamed down his long eyelashes, wetting Daeyoung’s neck.

“Haah…! Ah…! Ugh…!”

It was then that an uncontrollable, strange desire exploded within Jaemin.

I want to mark him too. If I could, I want to make him mine.

Driven by instinct beyond reason, Jaemin bit down hard on Daeyoung’s neck.

“…”

Daeyoung flinched for a moment before his cock, deeply thrust, released semen, completely flooding Jaemin’s insides. A low command mixed with rough breaths echoed in his ear.

“Don’t let it spill, take it all in.”

Jaemin, flailing like someone drowning in a fragrant wine barrel, tightened his hole. Even without Daeyoung’s words, Jaemin’s body was absorbing the essence of pheromones he had released like a sponge.

“More… give me more, Daeyoung. Okay?”

As Jaemin gasped this out, Daeyoung, unable to contain his excitement, growled like a beast and flipped Jaemin over. Feeling his movements becoming more aggressive, Jaemin was belatedly concerned about the child in his womb.

You shouldn’t be too rough.

“Lift your hips.”

As if sensing Jaemin’s instinctive contraction, Daeyoung didn’t put all his weight on him. Instead, he gently pressed Jaemin’s head into the pillow with his veined hand. Jaemin’s long, black hair spread messily over the white sheets.

His heavy cock tapped at the entrance of Jaemin’s hole, announcing its insertion before sliding in fully to fill him. Daeyoung’s penis, nearing his rut, was larger than usual, but Jaemin’s inner walls welcomed it, swallowing it to the hilt.

With his cheek pressed against the bed, his hips raised high, Jaemin took Daeyoung in. Daeyoung’s hands moved quickly on Jaemin’s hips, accelerating the piston action. With the intense thrusts, Jaemin’s erect penis slapped painfully against his abdomen, and from his erect nipples, drops of milk fell with a thud, plop.

“Ugh! Ah! Mm! Haah!”

Jaemin had to admit it. Sex during pregnancy eliminated shame and maximized pleasure. It was like a heat cycle without pain. The more he accepted Daeyoung’s pheromones, the more hormones burst from his pituitary gland, making Jaemin tremble with satisfaction.

“Haah, Daeyoung…”

“Why, do you want to come again?”

“Mm… Ah! Ugh! I’m going crazy, mm!”

“Want to come on my face next time?”

“Ah, hng!”

“Beg me to make you come.”

“Please, ugh, make me… come…”

Damn it, what was I trying to say? Jaemin bit his lip hard, nearly letting out words without thinking. Daeyoung’s large hand overlapped Jaemin’s, which was gripping the sheets so tightly his hands were losing blood, intertwining their fingers.

A motion that could make someone misunderstand. A touch that could make one think he still wanted him. Jaemin wanted to push him away, to tell him not to do this, not to let him say such insane things even in this humiliating situation. But Jaemin had no such skill.

“Don’t… do that… Ugh…!”

It was because Daeyoung’s other hand was circling Jaemin’s glans in the air like a metronome, shaking his entire penis. He couldn’t handle the stimulation from both front and back.

Jaemin’s eyes rolled back, and pleasure exploded through his peripheral nerves as the thrusting continued. From the red tip, where blood had rushed, clear liquid finally started to shoot out like a fountain.

“Ah, ahh…!”

Thud! Splat! With the sound of splashing water, the strong back-and-forth motion made his toes tingle. Each time the massive cock thrust powerfully, his balls slapped against Jaemin’s buttocks. Daeyoung’s breath, growling like a beast from behind, was equally rough.

What kind of expression are you making now? Is it still that look of wanting me so badly? When Jaemin tried to turn his head to see Daeyoung’s face, he felt a hot pain on his neck.

“Ugh…!”

Jaemin furrowed his blurry eyes, opening his mouth wide and stiffening his whole body. He knew well that Daeyoung biting at the exact spot of his mark meant nothing. It was just a mounting out of excitement, like a predator biting the neck of its prey again after it had stopped breathing.

But Jaemin felt his heart heat up, the feeling of climax unrelenting, as if he had been marked a second time.