Underpainting Chapter 5.1 - Extreme Close-Up (1)

At Taehan’s words, Dawon realized he’d practically begged to have his head shoved into the jaws of a beast.

Taehan’s body was rigidly erect beneath his open robe. His cock, tilted upwards, looked larger and harder than usual. Even though Dawon had touched it countless times, even taken it in his mouth, he felt overwhelmed anew.

He briefly considered how to respond, but before he could speak, his body was flipped over. His face was buried in the pillow as Taehan’s hand invaded the space between his legs.

“Hngh!”

Though he flinched in surprise, his lower body was already wet and prepared. Two fingers slid in without resistance, immediately spreading and probing his inner walls. Obscene squelching sounds echoed loudly.

“Ha.”

As Dawon leaked, unable to contain his arousal, Taehan let out a short, disbelieving breath. Another finger pushed its way inside.

Though lubricated, Dawon’s still-tight muscles clenched around Taehan’s fingers. Unfazed by the tightness, Taehan ravaged him even more roughly than before.

While seeming almost careless in his movements, Taehan repeatedly hit Dawon’s most sensitive spots. Each thrust, each probing touch against the thick inner walls, drew high, sticky moans from Dawon’s lips.

“Haah! Uh…!”

The pleasure resonated within him, quickly traveling up his spine to the top of his head. His back arched involuntarily, pressing his lower body against the bed. Dawon’s cock, already hard and pressed against his lower abdomen, rubbed against the sheets. Pre-come began to ooze from the tip.

The urge to cum was overwhelming. As he shifted his hips to grind harder, Taehan slapped his ass like a disobedient child. Slap! A sharp stinging sensation spread through his lower body.

“Hng…”

Strangely, even the pain fueled his arousal. He gritted his teeth, determined not to cum from a slap, but he quickly reached his limit.

“Ah, hngh, hng, uhng!”

Dawon came, clenching tightly around Taehan’s fingers. The intense pleasure made his whole body tremble. But the usual post-orgasmic feelings of emptiness, relief, and exhaustion were absent.

“Haa, haaa…”

Instead, Dawon’s body burned even hotter, fueled by the incomplete climax. His cock remained hard, rubbing against the sheets, and his hole continued to leak, craving more intense pleasure.

He felt a hot, wet gaze on him from behind. It was an intense gaze, as if it could melt his skin and ignite his nerves, leaving him writhing in a mixture of pain and ecstasy.

Taehan watched him hungrily, moving his hand even more roughly. He mimicked the motion of thrusting, pulling his wrist back before plunging deep, his palm slapping against Dawon’s perineum. He spread his three fingers, stretching him wide.

Dawon’s sensitized nerves flinched with every touch. He clawed at the innocent sheets, desperate for something to hold onto. His thin calves and ankles twitched uncontrollably below his knees.

“Uhhn. Ugh.”

“Stay still. Unless you want to be torn apart.”

“Haah, hng, that’s enough. How long are you going to… Hnh!”

It felt like endless, agonizing torture. The feeling of being stretched and his insides being pressed upon was excruciating. But even more agonizing was the strange, perverse anticipation he felt amidst the pain.

He wished for something else to fill him, something thicker and more brutal, something that would completely shatter him. Dawon knew his wish would soon be granted.

Taehan’s pheromones, pressing down on him from behind, clearly communicated his intentions and what he planned to do next. Dawon felt overwhelmed by a mix of fear and anticipation.

“Faster, fuck. Hurry.”

“What?”

“Hngh, huh? Just hurry…”

A brief silence followed his desperate plea. Taehan’s palm, pressed against his perineum, felt like a burning piece of iron. A low, strained voice, laced with pheromones, reached Dawon.

“You’re impossible.”

Taehan withdrew his fingers. As his hands gripped Dawon’s hips, lifting him higher, something thick and hard pushed into his half-open entrance.

“Ugh!”

It felt as if his lower body was being impaled by a long, thick metal rod. In that moment, the physical pain overwhelmed his omega instincts.

The sensation of another’s flesh filling him completely, his organs being pushed aside, his bones spreading apart – everything was unfamiliar and overwhelming. Tears welled up, stinging his eyes.

“Huh, hngh, uhhh…”

Before Dawon could catch his breath, what had been deep inside him withdrew. A shiver ran down his limbs as his compressed insides shifted. Before he could react, Taehan’s large hand gripped his hips tightly.

“Uh, hiik…!”

Slam! Taehan’s body collided with his again. Though he was simply thrusting back into the same spot, the pain that ripped through Dawon was even more intense than the initial penetration.

“No, aaah, no…”

Dawon shook his head frantically, his face buried in the pillow. A mixture of saliva and tears soaked the fabric. Though he’d brought this upon himself, his instincts screamed for escape.

He thrashed, trying to crawl away, but Taehan seemed to have lost any remaining patience. Like a hunter claiming his trapped prey, he grabbed the back of Dawon’s head and lifted it.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby?”

There was nowhere to escape. Taehan’s fingers pushed between Dawon’s parted lips. Like a suckling infant, Dawon instinctively sucked on the fingers pressing down on his tongue. At that moment, Taehan pulled his hips back briefly before slamming them forward again.

“Hnghh!”

A muffled moan escaped Dawon’s mouth, filled with thick fingers. His breath caught in his throat, making his head spin. Taehan repeatedly thrust into Dawon’s completely subdued body.

The harsh, repetitive movements, like some kind of punishment, made Dawon want to beg for forgiveness. He must have done something wrong to deserve this agonizing pain, yet he couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

Not knowing this would happen. Or perhaps, knowing full well, it was his fault for approaching a man he couldn’t handle. Or was it his fault for presenting as an omega, suddenly burdened with a body he didn’t understand?

He hadn’t chosen his secondary gender. Perhaps simply being born was his greatest sin. The thought that he was inherently flawed was as familiar as breathing.

If he’d had a choice, he wouldn’t have been born into this world. Life was long and tedious, devoid of joy, with little hope for change.

“Uhb, uhb, hnghh!”

With every thrust, Dawon swallowed a scream. Though his cries were fragmented, like a dying animal, they gradually became wetter and more drawn out with each repetition.

While the hard cock ravaged his insides, it also stimulated a point of exquisite sensitivity. As the initial stinging pain dulled, Dawon finally registered the scent surrounding him and the pleasure that, just as intensely as the pain, stole his breath.

“Hng, hngh, uhnnn.”

Once he recognized the pleasure, his omega instincts, in the throes of heat, greedily devoured it. A burning ache throbbed between his legs, while a dizzying sensation resonated deep within him.

Experiencing pain and pleasure simultaneously was more draining than pain alone. The thought that if this continued he might lose his mind made Dawon instinctively buck his hips.

Taehan shuddered at Dawon’s instinctive movement to take him deeper. The hand that held his chin loosened its grip, and Dawon tried to relax his upper body.

But before he could find a comfortable position, Taehan grabbed his wrists, pinning them behind his back. Bound in this position, his chest thrust forward, their lower bodies collided even more violently.

“Ugh! Ha, uh, uhhn, uhhn…!”

A high-pitched moan escaped his now-free lips. He writhed and whimpered as the man behind him pulled and pushed, pressed and clawed at him. His vision blurred, then sparks danced at the edges of his sight.

Even through the haze, Dawon felt Taehan’s cock twitching hot and hard inside him. The pace of his thrusts quickened. The knowledge that Taehan was nearing his climax excited him.

Unconsciously, Dawon tightened his abdominal muscles, making his inner walls pulsate, as if milking his alpha dry.

“Hn, fuck…”

The low growl sounded incredibly obscene. Dawon expected Taehan to thrust deeper and faster, but instead, he released Dawon’s wrists and pulled out.

“Hnghh.”

Dawon shuddered as the fullness inside him abruptly vanished, followed by a gush of fluids. Taehan flipped him over, so they faced each other.

Dawon’s breath hitched as he met Taehan’s gaze. His bloodshot eyes held the intensity of a raging storm. He settled between Dawon’s knees and placed his still-hard cock on Dawon’s lower abdomen.

Despite having just sobbed in pain, Dawon’s cock was shamelessly hard. Taehan pressed his hot cock against Dawon’s and gathered both within his large hand.

Taehan was on the verge of coming, and Dawon was ready to explode at any moment. With a few quick strokes, they both climaxed almost simultaneously.

“Hn…!”

“Khh, ha…”

Dawon’s face was splattered with come. Even in the throes of his orgasm, Taehan stared down at him with a sharp gaze. His breath hot against Dawon’s skin, he reached out and touched Dawon’s wet face.

A rough thumb rubbed against the mingled fluids on his cheek. Smearing the come like a marking, Taehan spoke coolly.

“Keep your eyes open, baby.”

“…”

“You started this. We’re not finished yet.”

The warning, though frightening, was also a relief. The heat in his body hadn’t subsided. He needed more pain, more pleasure, before his heat would break.

Even without Taehan’s command, Dawon wanted to see what was happening. He wanted to see the expression on Taehan’s face after he’d come, the heat radiating from their joined bodies.

Though he’d just climaxed, and his lower body still leaked, Dawon desperately tried to focus his eyes.

Taehan’s face, as he finally managed to see it, was as beautiful as he’d imagined. The deep furrow in his brow, the bobbing of his Adam’s apple, the fluttering of his long lashes – it was all captivating.

Dawon’s gaze trailed down Taehan’s long, straight neck, over his firm chest, to their joined lower bodies. Unlike Dawon’s half-flaccid cock, Taehan’s remained erect. If not for the sticky residue at the tip, there would be no sign he’d just come.

“Hnghh.”

Dawon inhaled deeply, catching the sharp, musky scent of semen. He greedily swallowed the scent, briefly imagining how it would have felt if Taehan had come inside him. He didn’t know why such a preposterous thought had occurred to him.

Dawon had never envisioned having children, not even vaguely. It wasn’t because he hadn’t known he was an omega. He’d always believed the world was relentlessly cruel, life was painful, and there was no reason to bring someone else into it.

Though he’d received no formal education on the subject, Dawon understood that an alpha’s heat coincided with their fertile period. Taehan coming inside him now was absolutely out of the question. Yet, he couldn’t shake the strange thought.

“Baby. You right now…”

Taehan’s lips curled into a slow smirk as he grasped the front of Dawon’s pajama top. A gentle tug pulled Dawon closer. Their faces were briefly close, their eyes meeting, a spark passing between them.

As Dawon’s lips parted, wanting to kiss him, Taehan moved the hand gripping his shirt down, pulling Dawon’s face towards his groin.

The musky scent intensified, and Dawon’s breathing, which had just calmed, grew ragged again. He trembled, crouched before Taehan.

The hot, hard flesh that had been inside him moments ago was now right in front of his face. Dawon’s gaze was fixated on it. Taehan gripped his cock and pulled Dawon even closer.

“Do you know what kind of expression you’re making?”

Taehan nudged Dawon’s cheek with his cock. The act, usually considered humiliating, didn’t bother Dawon. He knew his expression was even more indecent than Taehan’s semen-covered cock.

The semen smeared across his cheek, becoming stickier. Taehan slowly moved his cock towards Dawon’s lips, dragging a string of the viscous fluid. He pressed the tip against Dawon’s closed lips and said,

“Lick it.”

Though his eyes were filled with desire, Dawon hesitated. Taehan pressed down on Dawon’s jaw and repeated his command.

“Lick the cum off, clean.”

He had already deep-throated Taehan; licking a bit of semen wasn’t a big deal. The musky scent only intensified his arousal and interest.

He was momentarily flustered by the sudden rush of saliva that made the back of his tongue tingle. He swallowed hard before sticking out his tongue.

The sensation of his tongue against the glistening tip was unfamiliar. The slick texture, the bitter, salty taste. He wondered if his sense of taste and smell had gone haywire; another man’s semen wasn’t exactly delicious.

Nevertheless, despite a slight frown, Dawon gripped the thick cock with both hands and diligently licked it clean. Though the taste was unpleasant, the pheromones made it bearable. Lick, lick. The sound of his tongue against the hard flesh echoed wetly.

“Ha…”

As he cleaned Taehan, Dawon kept his eyes fixed above, watching Taehan’s reactions to his clumsy ministrations. He saw the pulsing veins in Taehan’s lower abdomen with each graze against a sensitive spot, the slight tilt and tremble of his jaw.

Taehan’s arousal ignited a fire within Dawon. He wanted to see that perfectly sculpted face contorted in pleasure.

After licking the entire length, Dawon opened his mouth wide and took Taehan’s cock inside. He’d opened his jaw as wide as he could, knowing its size, but it was still too big to take even half.

“Uh, hnh…”

Dawon sucked hard on the portion he managed to take in. The pressure only seemed to make it swell further, making Dawon even more frantic. He rubbed the tip against the roof of his mouth, his tongue tracing the slit at the tip.

He wasn’t sure if it was leftover semen or new pre-come, but a thick, salty taste emanated from the opening. Dawon worked his lips, determined to swallow every last drop.

Just as he lowered the back of his tongue, intending to deep-throat Taehan as he had been deep-throated, Taehan pushed him back by the chest.

Dawon’s mouth opened and closed like a baby whose bottle had been taken away. Before he could register his disappointment, he was pushed down onto the bed.

“Hngh!”

Taehan’s gaze, as he climbed on top of him, was intoxicating. Dawon’s shirt was gone, ripped away at some point. His slender body was completely overshadowed by Taehan.

“Ha… Fuck, the scent is…”

Taehan muttered, his voice thick with arousal, and buried his face in the crook of Dawon’s neck. He nuzzled against the delicate skin, inhaling Dawon’s scent.

His hands roamed over Dawon’s shoulders and collarbone before hovering over his chest. Dawon shrugged at the ticklish sensation, confused by Taehan’s strange actions.

‘Do men do this with each other?’

Taehan traced and caressed his flat, bony chest. Though his mind was bewildered, his body reacted faithfully, his nipples hardening.

When Taehan’s fingers finally touched his erect nipples, he pinched them hard. Dawon squeezed his eyes shut at the sharp sensation. At that moment, Taehan’s lips, which had been nuzzling his neck, began to lick his skin.

“Hah…”

Dawon’s eyes widened at the involuntary moan that escaped him. Unfazed, Taehan sucked on the thin skin above his collarbone, simultaneously rolling his nipple between his fingers. It was a different kind of arousal than having his cock sucked or being penetrated. A subtle tingling spread through his abdomen.

“Ah, hngh.”

Taehan seemed to enjoy Dawon’s helpless reaction. Lifting his head, he smirked.

“Baby. Why are you trembling so much?”

“No, ha, uhhn…”

“You’re more out of it than when I was fucking you. Hmm?”

Dawon dropped his head to the side, trying to hide the flushed heat in his cheeks. Just as Taehan had said, Dawon’s body trembled intensely. Unlike moments ago when he’d buried his face in the bed, being touched while facing Taehan felt both embarrassing and ticklish.

The sensation of their bare skin pressed together was also strange. Taehan was a sharp, cold man, like a blade, yet his exposed skin was just as soft and supple as anyone else’s.

No, actually, he wasn’t sure about the “just as anyone else’s” part. Having never experienced such intimate contact before, the feeling of Taehan’s skin rubbing against his own was so unfamiliar and awkward that Dawon felt breathless.

Inhaling the scent of Dawon’s reddened neck, Taehan slowly caressed his chest. Wherever Taehan’s lips and hands touched, new sensations bloomed. Dawon’s whole body felt like a soft, malleable lump of clay, being reshaped according to Taehan’s will.

“H-mm…”

A moan, suppressed for so long, finally escaped through Dawon’s clenched lips. With a look of satisfaction, Taehan dipped his head lower and pressed his lips to Dawon’s chest. His stiff, rosy nipple was sucked into Taehan’s mouth.

“H-eek…!”

A shiver ran through him, the sensation different from when Taehan had touched him with his hand. The intense sucking drew blood to the sensitive skin, followed by the caress of a wet tongue. The aroused nub swelled, as if begging to be sucked harder.

Dawon’s breath grew ragged under the onslaught of unfamiliar sensations. While his mouth continued to lavish attention on Dawon’s chest, Taehan’s hand explored his flat stomach and smooth sides.

“Haah…”

This strange feeling was definitely ecstasy. If Dawon had been more at ease, he might have felt satisfaction, maybe even warmth along with the ecstasy. But his parched heart only grew more desperate with each wave of pleasure.

The emotions swelling within him felt precarious. Driven by the urgent need for release before he crumbled, Dawon wished Taehan would press him down again.

Taehan’s hand, which had been hovering around his hips, moved lower, and Dawon anticipated him finally touching his cock. But instead of stroking the heated flesh, Taehan’s fingertips moved past, tracing the inside of his thighs.

Resentment simmered at the teasing touch that left his sensitive skin flushed. Dawon’s lips were dry with longing. Untouched, his cock and hole throbbed and leaked on their own.

“Nn, I, a little…”

Hoping even a brush against Taehan’s hand would offer some relief, Dawon awkwardly wriggled his hips. But Taehan’s hand moved further down, towards his knee.

Frustration twisted Dawon’s face. He suspected Taehan’s persistent attention to such an unremarkable part of him was nothing but cruel teasing. Even more frustrating was the way his body responded, panting at the touch.

He had never imagined that a touch on his knee could be so arousing. His long-weakened right foot, curled, pushed against the floor. His strained patience finally snapped.

“M-mister, h-haa…”

With a petulant cry, Dawon involuntarily released his scent. A sweet, sticky fragrance permeated the air as his pheromones, briefly subdued after two previous climaxes, surged uncontrollably once more.

“Ha, hhaa…”

Dawon struggled to control his ragged breathing. His trembling wasn’t just from the sudden rush of arousal, but also from the intensity emanating from Taehan. Taehan lifted himself up, his lips leaving Dawon’s skin. His eyes, fixed on Dawon, were bloodshot.

Despite being driven wild by his heat, Dawon was still just a newly presented omega. The man pinning him down, however, was an alpha who had spent a lifetime dominating others. He was an overwhelming opponent from the start.

To a predator at the top of the food chain, Dawon’s defiance probably seemed like a pitiful display of coquetry. Perhaps that’s why Dawon, having provoked him repeatedly, still dared to push further.

Taehan let out a slow breath. His hand, lingering on Dawon’s knee, darted down to grip his right ankle. A sharp, piercing pain shot through the numb flesh, as if stabbed by a needle.

With a wolfish movement, Taehan lifted Dawon’s ankle. His low, deep voice rumbled in Dawon’s ear.

“Baby, what are you trying to do?”

The raised leg spread Dawon’s lower body open. His cock, insignificant compared to Taehan’s, bobbed in the air, while his hole, slick with arousal, glistened.

Taehan stared at the messy sight, still gripping Dawon’s ankle, then reached down with his other hand to grasp his own cock and bring it to Dawon’s crotch. He slapped the head against Dawon’s perineum, the wet sound echoing in the air.

While his mind recoiled at the embarrassing noise, his lower body had a mind of its own. The smacked flesh, from perineum to hole, flinched momentarily before wriggling in anticipation.

“H-h…”

“Hmm? Baby, what were you trying to do?”

Taehan purred coldly, rubbing his rock-hard cock against Dawon’s slit. The hot, hard pressure drew more moisture from the inner walls. The already loosened and still-gaping hole pulsed, eager to swallow the approaching alpha’s cock.

Shame urged him to close his legs, but Taehan held his ankle fast. When Dawon twisted his knee in defiance, Taehan only pulled it closer, until it was right in front of his face.

“What were you planning on doing, getting involved with a thug like me?”

Taehan looked directly into Dawon’s eyes as his hot tongue licked his instep. While Dawon froze, overwhelmed, Taehan opened his mouth wide and bit down hard on the bony ankle.

“Ah!”

A searing pain erupted from the bite, sharp enough to draw blood. Simultaneously, a wave of even more intense pleasure and thrill coursed through him, causing him to spurt.

“Haah, ha, haa…”

Dawon didn’t truly understand what he wanted to do with Taehan. He was simply surrendering himself to this overwhelming presence, a man who could either save him or shatter him in an instant.

Taehan looked down at Dawon, his face a mask of cold intensity, and inhaled deeply. His eyes, drinking in Dawon’s scent, were filled with unconcealed lust and passion.

He hooked Dawon’s ankle over his shoulder. Just as the slick from his upturned ass began to trickle down, Taehan’s hand roughly gripped his hips. He thrust his cock directly into the reddened, chafed hole.

“Nn…”

Following the already opened path, the thick flesh slid in. It felt smoother than before, at least until it was halfway in. But as Taehan paused, then drove his cock in to the root, the tightness returned.

The obscenely large cock seemed to devour all the space in Dawon’s abdomen, already cramped from his curled position. He doubted he’d ever get used to having that weapon-like thing inside him.

Perhaps due to the change in position, it went deeper than before, hitting a strange spot inside. Thud, thud. It felt like a long, thick nail being hammered into his hole.

“H-hold on, this, too deep… uhk!”

Dawon flinched and instinctively reached for Taehan, but Taehan immediately began moving his hips. The movements were even rougher and more relentless than before.

Each time Taehan thrust down with his weight, Dawon was tossed about. His upturned body tilted and curled further, his head and shoulders forced down, stifling even his cries.

The clawed tip of Taehan’s cock repeatedly scraped the same spot, hard enough to cause pain against the slick, wet walls.

“Ugh, uhg, h-…”

The violent act wasn’t entirely painful. Dawon’s aroused body translated the sharp impacts into a thrilling sweetness.

Even so, his reflexive twisting and stiffening were purely from instinctual fear. Taehan’s eyes, looking down at him, and his own body, swollen and writhing, were both beautiful and terrifying, making him flinch.

“Relax, baby.”

Taehan spread Dawon’s buttocks, which kept clenching tight. Dawon tried to relax his lower body, but it only tensed further. Taehan’s brow furrowed as Dawon’s entrance clamped down hard on him.

“Are you trying to bite my cock off?”

“Hng, hng, I, ah, no. Uh…”

Dawon, about to go limp, flinched again as Taehan forced his way in, as if tearing him apart.

“Haah. You’re not listening. Doesn’t this hurt you too?”

“Hug, it hurts. Ah. M-mister…”

Just as he was about to whine, “Do something for me,” Taehan tightened his grip on Dawon’s right ankle, which was dangling over his shoulder, and released something into him. Pheromones, probably.

Dawon was now fully aware of and responsive to Taehan’s scent. But the sensation that washed over him in that moment, like a wave, like an electric current, was something entirely different from the scent he knew. That’s why Dawon could only describe it with the vague term, “probably pheromones.”

Too deep and rich to be simply called a scent, it seeped directly into his skin, tingling through his entire body. A sharp pleasure flooded his head, and he came, his lower abdomen quivering.

“Uh!”

Even as his vision blurred with flashes of light, the feeling of his hole clenching around Taehan’s cock, filling him completely, remained vivid. His greedy walls, dripping with slick, clung to the alpha’s cock.

His nerves, overwhelmed by sensation, couldn’t handle any more pleasure, yet his instincts melted his body. Taehan gripped Dawon’s soft, yielding form and started thrusting again.

“Ah, ah, hng, aah!”

Dawon was shaken to pieces. Strange sounds, unlike his own voice, escaped his lips, and clear fluid spurted from the tip of his half-hard cock.

The slap of Dawon’s ass against Taehan’s thighs echoed in the room. Dawon’s pale skin flushed red, slick with sweat. The fluids leaking from their joined bodies were churned into a frothy mess. His perineum and slit were smeared with unidentifiable liquids.

Though he felt overwhelmed, on the verge of fainting, the sensations, pushed to their limit, gradually transformed into an intense euphoria. His body was exuding an unbelievably potent pheromone.

“Haa, mister. Ah, good.”

Honest words finally slipped from Dawon’s panting lips. The moment he voiced them, a deeper, more intense pleasure washed over him.

“Ah, ah, aaah…”

In that moment, Dawon released something he’d been holding onto within him. As he sank into the mire of ecstasy, he could no longer think. With each thrust, Dawon’s crumpled body was ground against the bed, but his mind felt like it was floating.

“Ah, m-mister. Good, hng, ah, deep… heek!”

The burning hot cock repeatedly hit Dawon’s sweet spot. Even the brief moments when Taehan pulled out were filled with a burning need.

“Ahh, uhnn!”

“Huk, hng…”

Taehan’s cheeks, unlike usual, were flushed red. His breath, hot and sweet, made Dawon gasp, wanting to swallow it all. Pleasure swelled with each panting breath.

“Haa, h, uh!”

Just as Taehan’s movements grew frantic, nearing his climax, and he thrust hard, Dawon’s leg slipped from his shoulder.

“Aaah…”

His loosened hips fell back, shallowing the penetration. Though still connected, even the slight loosening of the tight fit felt like a loss. Startled, Dawon reached up, his hands flailing in the air.

“Ah, mister, hold me. Hold me.”

Taehan let out another deep, sigh-like breath. He pulled Dawon’s fluttering arm, supporting his lower back and helping him sit up. Now positioned as if sitting on Taehan’s lap, Dawon frantically wrapped his arms around his neck.

With the increased skin contact, more pheromones seeped into him. Taehan’s body was just as hot as his, but Dawon rubbed against him as if he’d found a block of ice in a raging fire.

“Haa… ugh! Uh! Ugh!”

This position was also deeply penetrative. Holding Dawon close, Taehan thrust his hips upwards. Piercing fear and the chilling pleasure that followed became tangled together. Dawon whimpered and cried out, pressing his trembling body closer to Taehan. Soon, another climax overtook him.

“Ah, hng!”

After the release of his thinned semen, Dawon’s inner walls spasmed, squeezing Taehan’s cock tightly. Taehan, his brow deeply furrowed, gripped Dawon’s waist and lifted him.

“Uh…”

Dawon, his eyes half-focused, looked down at their joined lower bodies at the faintly fishy scent. Taehan’s dark red cock withdrew from him, leaking whitish cum. The messy, slick sight was strangely arousing.

Looking at Taehan’s cock, still half-hard even after his second orgasm, Dawon licked his lips like a child who’d learned a bad habit. Even in his dazed state, a flicker of awareness that he might get in trouble for acting out made him look up at Taehan.

“Lick it?”

Taehan’s expression was a strange mix of arousal and exasperation. When Taehan’s hand reached for the back of his neck, Dawon braced himself, expecting to be pulled down by his hair, his face forced between Taehan’s legs. But instead, Taehan leaned in and kissed him.

Taehan kissed him deeply, his tongue pushing against the back of Dawon’s throat, then sucking on Dawon’s tongue, pulling it into his mouth. Dawon slowly surrendered to the intense, sweet movements.

Was it because it was his first time kissing someone so intimately? Or was it because he’d been so thoroughly sucked, caressed, and pounded? His body, fully supported against another’s, went limp.

When Taehan finally broke the long kiss, a wet pop echoing as their lips parted, and looked at Dawon, Dawon blinked his heavy-lidded eyes.

“Sleepy. That’s weird…”

An unfamiliar yet comforting drowsiness and sense of relief washed over him. The arousal still throbbed in his hole, but his eyelids kept drooping. Taehan, like a parent soothing a child, eased Dawon’s limp body onto the bed.

“Sleep, baby, if you’re tired.”

Despite his words, Taehan continued to touch Dawon with sticky hands. Positioned between Dawon’s parted legs, Taehan’s body still radiated heat.

He straightened Dawon’s sprawled legs, then placed his small feet on his thighs. Feeling Taehan’s hands caressing his feet and ankles, Dawon mumbled slowly,

“If I sleep?”

“I’ll take care of it.”

That meant Taehan would do what he wanted, whether Dawon was asleep or not. Even in his hazy state, Dawon recognized the suggestive tone. He didn’t know what might happen if he lost consciousness now.

There was no sense of threat in Taehan’s casual tone, as if he were handling a possession. The same could be said for his touch, which, while gently stroking Dawon’s bony ankle, held a strength that could snap it in an instant.

Dawon blinked slowly. Suddenly overcome with sleepiness, he didn’t seem to care. After all, embers of unspent arousal still smoldered within him.

And more than anything, Dawon didn’t dislike Taehan’s presumptuous behavior, treating his body as if it were his own. Perhaps it was the heat clouding his reason, but when he’d leaned against Taehan earlier, he’d felt a tightness in his chest, a warmth, a sense of fullness.

“Mm.”

With a drowsy murmur, Dawon closed his eyes. Do what you want, mister. Take me as you please. He mumbled the embarrassing words silently to himself.

“Uh.”

Opening his eyes and shifting slightly, Dawon winced at the wrenching pain in his bones. He froze, unable to move further, and realized that he ached everywhere.

His bones creaked, his muscles throbbed. His skin was tender and sensitive, his crotch burned as if it had been whipped, and a dull ache pulsed in his chest and right ankle.

‘I feel like I slept for a long time, but why does my body still feel like this? Wait. What time is it…?’

The sudden thought made him turn his eyes to the window. Sunlight streamed in through the drawn curtains. Judging by the position of the sun, it was already past noon.

‘Has half a day passed? Or has more than a day gone by?’

His heart dropped. Dawon had meticulously counted the days since arriving at this house. It was more than just a habit; it held significance. Losing track of time was a first in fourteen years, and it deeply unsettled him.

He wanted to find something, anything—a calendar, a clock—to confirm the date. Forgetting the pain that had just paralyzed him, he tried to sit up.

“Ugh. Oh, really…”

As he winced at the renewed pain, the door opened, and a sweet, heavy scent wafted in. Even without seeing his face, Dawon knew it was Taehan, just from the scent.

“I see you’re awake.”

Steady footsteps approached. Impatient, Dawon blurted out before Taehan even reached him,

“Mister, what day is it?”

“April 8th. Why do you ask?”

“The 8th? We did that for two whole days?”

It wasn’t just one day that had passed since he last remembered; it was two. Wondering what had happened, Dawon narrowed his eyes, trying to recall.

He remembered the events leading up to his first loss of consciousness relatively clearly. After that, it was all hazy, like a dream, his consciousness clouded and distant.

He remembered waking up with a strange feeling to find Taehan holding him, their bodies intertwined. Taehan was looking at him with an intense, unnerving gaze, making one wonder who was actually in heat.

But the unease was fleeting. Arousal and pleasure overwhelmed his reason, pulling him back into the heat of the moment. Their passion continued until Dawon drifted off again.

‘Like some kind of animal…’

Dawon glanced at Taehan with wide, disbelieving eyes. Taehan had changed out of his disheveled nightgown and was now wearing a suit. His messy hair had also been neatly combed back.

The sight was all too familiar to Dawon. Amidst the mix of embarrassment and bewilderment, a warmth bloomed in his chest, as if he’d encountered a welcome friend.

‘Wait. Me? Am I wearing clothes?’

After staring at Taehan for a while, Dawon suddenly looked down at himself. Taehan had cleaned him up again. His messy body was freshly washed and dressed in new pajamas. He felt a strange awkwardness, even though he was hardly in a position to be embarrassed about being touched after everything that had happened.

As he glanced around, his eyes fell on the small, square plastic wrappers scattered on the side table. There were more than ten, easily. A strange feeling settled over him, and he asked cautiously,

“What are those?”

“Ah, the wrappers. I cleaned up the contents.”

“So, those are…”

“Condoms.”

Dawon was stunned by the casual reply. Despite his lack of formal education, he knew what condoms were for, from things he’d overheard.

‘Those weren’t there before, were they? When did he get them? No, more importantly, more than ten means…’

He racked his brain. It seemed like he’d lost consciousness and woken up to Taehan inside him multiple times, not just once or twice. He’d thought the repeating memories were hazy remnants of a dream, but they were real.

“Don’t you know what condoms are, baby?”

Taehan, after sweeping the pile of condom wrappers into the trash can, noticed Dawon’s stiff expression and asked. Dawon found it annoying that Taehan still called him “baby” after everything, but he was too drained to argue, only muttering sullenly,

“No, I know.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“Just… is this how it usually is? This cycle thing?”

“I don’t know. It’s different for everyone. It usually lasts about a week.”

“A-a week? So, for a week… we’ll keep…?”

Taehan propped Dawon up against the pillows. His touch, as he held Dawon’s arm and shoulder over his clothes, seemed casual, yet Dawon felt a subtle current flowing from his fingertips.

“Why are you so horrified? Keep doing what for a week?”

“Well, how can anyone…”

“Ha. Are you afraid we’ll just keep fucking for a week? You couldn’t even handle two days, and you’re worrying about useless things.”

Taehan scoffed and shoved something into Dawon’s mouth. He chewed instinctively, tasting something sweet and slightly bitter. As if answering a quiz, Dawon murmured the name of the thing in his mouth.

“Chocolate.”

“That’s right. You said you liked it.”

“…Did I say that?”

Taehan just smirked and offered him another piece of chocolate. Dawon accepted it obediently, suddenly terrified of what else he might have said while he was half out of his mind.

‘Did I say anything weird? Anything that made me sound weak?’

He tried harder to remember, and it seemed Taehan was right; they hadn’t just been fucking for the past two days. He vaguely recalled moments of Taehan feeding him chocolate like this, and washing his body.

Although, no matter what they did, it always ended with them gasping, locking eyes, and rutting like animals.

To distract himself from further disturbing thoughts, Dawon diligently ate the chocolate. But Taehan must have already noticed his flushed cheeks because he clicked his tongue.

“Don’t blush, baby. Even if you’re horny now, we don’t have time. I have to leave soon.”

He said curtly, then handed him something new, not chocolate this time, but a pill.

“What’s this?”

“Suppressants. To calm you down.”

The thought, only now?, crossed his mind, but it was better late than never. He didn’t know when he might lose control again, his body already starting to heat up. As Dawon swallowed the pill, Taehan continued,

“I should have prepared them earlier, but I didn’t expect your first heat to come so soon after presenting. And I didn’t expect you to be so intensely in heat for your first time.”

Was it true that cycles were different for everyone? Hearing Taehan blame his intense heat, Dawon suddenly wondered about Taehan’s own experiences. What was his first cycle like? What did he look like in heat?

These were things he didn’t need to know, and it was probably better that way. Questions he knew would be ignored if he asked, yet he often found himself curious about Taehan.

“I’ll probably be back before the suppressants wear off. Behave. I’ll tell someone to bring you food, so eat when you feel like it.”

While Dawon was lost in thought, Taehan rattled off instructions like someone leaving a child alone. It made Dawon feel like a child, strangely apprehensive. What if Maknae, or another alpha, came near his room while Taehan was gone?

The mere thought of “another alpha” made him nauseous and gave him chills. It was strange. The man in front of him was also an alpha, but despite the fear and the overwhelming feeling Taehan evoked, there was no sense of disgust or revulsion.

‘Well, mister is… different.’

Even from the days when he’d watched him from the window, Taehan had been completely different from other people. His beautiful and dangerous aura had captivated Dawon at first glance. Now, even more so. His face was still beautiful and dangerous, but that wasn’t all.

Dawon blinked slowly. He realized in that moment that the way he saw Taehan had begun to change.

Taehan was no longer a “dangerous stranger” to him. Taehan had touched something deep within him, and Dawon had come to know him better. Beneath the sharp gazes they exchanged, there was something soft and vulnerable, something that felt like it could crumble at any moment.

He couldn’t understand why he felt this way. He had lived his life hating most people. He hadn’t realized that time spent together could accumulate, that meaning could take root in that time, making it difficult to erase.