That word was the beginning. Pheromones poured down like rain, showing just how aroused he was. Ah, did I set him off wrong? The regret lasted only a moment before he snapped his hips rough again.

“Ah...!”

I curled my toes with all my strength. With my head thrown back, I clutched the edge of the blanket desperately. As my body jolted and jerked, he soothed me, whispering in a gentle voice.

“If you can’t walk, I’ll carry you.”

“That... hic!”

Whoosh—my legs were lifted. Bringing my legs neatly together, he hooked both ankles over one of his shoulders. The angle changed, and a tingle shot through my tailbone, leaving me panting, unable to even close my mouth.

“Nn—ugh, ah, u—hah!”

Wet slaps sounded obscenely. Rubbing his cheek against my calf, he suddenly increased the pace. With my legs held, I couldn’t even run; twisting my torso and moaning was all I could do.

“Hh, hahk, too, fast— ahhng...!”

“You... hah, begged me... to go faster, didn’t you?”

“Ahhk, hhh, mm... ah!”

“Don’t—hah—clench so much...”

With every word he said, his length struck somewhere deep. Driving in far, he pressed mercilessly against the spots where I felt it most. Every time he slammed down hard with his weight, a vicious euphoria wrapped my whole body.

“Huu...”

My head felt scrambled. I’d been perfectly sober, but now I couldn’t think of anything at all. Like during a heat cycle, my mind went foggy, and exploding bursts of pleasure filled me to the brim.

“Kwon Yido, hh, Mr. Kwon...”

“That’s not it, Sejin-ah.”

Kwon Yido let out a short laugh. He lowered my legs to the side and leaned his torso over me. I tried to turn my face into the pillow, but he smoothed my hair at my temple and guided me to face him.

“‘Baby,’ remember.”

“...Hh, mm.”

Half inside me, he rolled his hips in a circle. Then he slid in slowly, stirring, rubbing along my inner walls. My stomach cramped a little, and when I curled up, he flicked his tongue lightly at the corner of my eye.

“Don’t cry.”

At some point, tears from sheer physical sensation had gathered. I pulled at his neck and begged for a kiss like I was being needy. When I stuck out my tongue to lick his lips, he gently nipped my tongue with his front teeth.

“Mmn...”

Smack, he sucked my tongue in. Then he engulfed my lips like he would devour me, passing hot breaths along with his pheromones. Saliva I couldn’t swallow in time slid to the side, and his fingers slid into my hair.

“...Ha.”

The low moan that slipped out tasted unbearably sweet. Kwon Yido kissed everywhere—my jaw, my lips—then moved his head to suck at my earlobe. All the while he never stopped moving, so the tears brimming in my eyes spilled down, heavy with rapture.

“Good, hh... haang!”

“Ha—fuck. Seriously...”

Sometimes I could tell what excited him; sometimes I couldn’t. He usually hated seeing me cry, but in moments like this he reacted more the more I wept. Since our imprinting we knew each other’s emotions too well, and I knew his reason had burned away until his head ran hot.

“Baby, there—mm, huu...”

It wasn’t hard to add fuel to the fire. All I did was call in a moaning voice, and the cock filling my belly seemed to twitch. He grit his teeth so hard I could hear it, hugged me tight as if he wouldn’t let me go, and thrust, thrust, his hips driving up.

“Ah, ah...!”

Splash—surging pleasure crashed over me like a wave. His movements sped to the point of ache, driving in as deep as possible and scraping wildly below my navel. It felt like my body was being split in half, but dizzying bliss came with it.

“...Tch.”

Thud! Hips rolling, he hunched over me. As if refusing to let me go, he pinned me down, shoved in to the limit like he would knot. The moment I choked and spilled, he too spilled long and deep inside me.

“Hh...”

They said a dominant alpha’s volume was more than that of ordinary men. I’d taken it many times, but the sensation of my belly filling never stopped feeling unfamiliar. He enjoyed the feeling of release, exhaling lazily, then buried his face in my neck and drew in my pheromones.

“Haa, hff...”

What made sex good wasn’t just the pleasure of the act—it was the feeling of love received in full. Like now, when he couldn’t hold back the swell in his chest and kept kissing me. As I indulged in the sensation of being loved, I felt satisfied, like a balloon swelling.

“...”

He bound my tongue insistently with his and kept kissing me. His soft tongue touched every corner of my mouth, rubbing the tender mucosa as we indulged in each other. Because he was still inside me, every little flinch of my hips made his thick presence plain.

“...Haa.”

When our lips parted slowly, a long strand stretched between us. I took his lip softly and sucked on purpose, making a wet pop. His lower lip tugged suddenly, he squinted and gave a wry laugh.

“So you’ve got energy left.”

“A little...?”

In truth, I was nearly spent, but I feigned leisure and teased. I couldn’t even move a finger, blinking dizzily, and he looked down at me like I was cute, carefully sweeping back my sweat-damp hair.

“Good. Tomorrow’s the weekend.”

“...You always switch to formal speech only at times like this.”

This man could hold a grudge. He was working hard to tell me, in roundabout ways, not to be the first to conk out. I hadn’t thought it would end with just once, so I snorted and rubbed my face into his palm. He stroked me gently, then belatedly began to pull his hips back.

“Mm...”

I felt vividly the thick length sliding out. It felt stranger than when it went in, and before I knew it, I clenched down. The shaft, still not fully softened, abruptly halted in place.

“Telling me not to pull out?”

“No...”

Judging by the smile in his eyes, he’d meant it as a joke. When I shook my head weakly, he pressed my belly firmly with his palm. As his thickness slipped free, I felt thin semen trickling out in a stream.

“...”

My face scrunched on its own. It wasn’t unpleasant, but it was a bit embarrassing. Like I was being indecent, somehow. I’d gotten used to the act itself, but I never seemed to get used to the cleanup after.

“If only you’d come half as much...”

“...?”

He looked at me with puzzled eyes. I shook my head as if to say it was nothing, and he glanced aside, unimpressed. The problem was that two fingers slid right back into my still-wet entrance.

“...Wait—don’t...”

Creak, creak—his fingers churned inside. I tried to twist away, but my ankle was caught tight, so I couldn’t. Instead, he flipped me onto my stomach, spread my cheeks with both hands, and pushed both thumbs in.

“Hh—I told you I hate this...!”

“Even if you hate it, we have to.”

Sluuup, semen flowed out. With my face buried in the pillow, my hips trembled. Knees drawn up and ass raised, I felt far too exposed.

“If I come inside twice, you’ll be full.”

Could his signature elegant voice be this infuriating. In that flat tone, he scraped out every corner. He kneaded my already-softened inner walls with his fingers, dragging his traces outward. There was no need to look at it with his eyes. Whatever reason he gave, I knew this was half his kink.

“...Seriously.”

Not like he’s some pervert bastard.

My ears burned hot. I tried not to expel anything, but the more I tried, the more that little hole gaped. Only after he finally drew out all the semen did he slowly pull his fingers free.

“Hh...”

His now-soft glans brushed between my cheeks again. It pressed at the entrance, then slid, rubbing all the way down to my balls. I’m not picky about positions, but in this one my range of movement shrank too much.

“...Mr. Kwon.”

“Mm.”

He answered mildly. As if telling me to speak, he hugged me from behind and caressed my torso at a leisurely pace. Feeling his hand trace my chest, I took a long breath.

“I’ll be on top.”

In the end, I half regretted saying that. The moment I laid him on the bed and climbed on top, I realized something was wrong. Not because his eyes roamed all over me—but because I had to seat that huge thing myself.

“...Haa.” 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

It was fine up to the part where I boldly set my knees and straddled him. It was fine when I reached back to hold his cock steady and lined the glans up with my entrance. I should have realized when he hesitated at my offer to be on top. I hadn’t imagined it would be this hard.

“Hh... Can’t you—make it a bit smaller?”

“Say something that makes sense...”

He replied as if incredulous. Kneading my thigh idly, he tapped at his erection with the other hand. He twitched it like a toy and let out a breathless laugh.

“Mr. Jung Sejin, at this rate we’ll be here till dawn.”

For someone standing at attention below, his tone was leisurely. His eyes had already gone unfocused; clearly he wanted to watch how I did it. That annoyed me a little, so I stroked his cock with my fingertips and lowered my hips a bit.

“Mm... if you help just a little... it’ll be... hhk!”

Before I could finish, he jerked his lower body. Straightening his back stiff, he grabbed my hips with both hands. Without giving me a chance to catch my breath, he used his arms to press me down hard.

“Ahhk...!”

Thud! I was speared deep inside. My legs lost strength, and I collapsed onto him. He’d been inside me a moment ago, but with the position changed, it felt newly overwhelming.

“Hh—hold on...”

“Sejin-ah, I...”

He began in a strangled voice. For someone who’d been acting at ease, the blink in his eyes showed not a trace of reason. Adam’s apple bobbing as he panted, he gripped my half-upright body again.

“My patience... isn’t very good.”

“...Ah—hn!”

Again—thud—my belly filled to the brim. With the weight behind it, I half-thought it might pop up through my throat. I’d thought being like this would let me control it. There was still nowhere to run.

“Huu, hh...”

Holding me firmly in place, he thrust upward from below. At some point I began moving my hips to meet him. Bracing my hands on his chest, keeping my back straight, I had to throw my head back whenever the surges hit.

“Haa, hh, hng...”

“...Ha.”

When I started moving, the hands holding me shifted up to my torso; he flicked my raised nipple with a nail, pinched it between his fingers and rubbed with slow insistence. Sometimes he kneaded my flat chest with his palm, then toyed along my ribs and near my navel.

“I... hah... did I ever say.”

“...Hh—say what?”

“You have... the kind of look... I want to mess up.”

There was something I remembered. Had he said he wanted to do terrible things to me? Looking down at him through bleary eyes, he cupped the back of my neck and drew me closer.

“...Kiss me. Now.”

He wanted a lot. Touching me everywhere, and now he wanted my lips too. Not that I minded; I planted a hand beside his face and sealed our mouths.

“Hff, {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} hng...”

He planted his feet and rolled his hips more comfortably. I stayed still while he traced my shoulder blades, plunging to stimulate my inner walls over and over. My stretched-tight entrance clenched around him, showing its regret every time he slid out.

“...Hh.”

In the end, I bit his tongue and came again. I don’t want to relate to the phrase “coming like a rabbit,” but when we had sex, I did reach my peak far more times than he did. Whether it was a stamina issue or a technique issue—either way, it didn’t feel like my fault.

“Ah, hh, th—that, ah...!”

But before I could savor the aftershocks, he grabbed my cock. All while still rocking his hips, pressing again and again against my prostate. He rubbed my hypersensitive tip, and stars began flashing in my vision.

“N—no, I don’t—hh... stop, ah, ngh...!”

I felt the urge to urinate. I grabbed his wrist and tried to push myself up, but my body, drunk on bliss, wouldn’t obey. I planted my palm on his torso, but it slid off, slick with what I’d already spilled.

“...Ah, ah...!”

It felt like all strength was draining from my body. A high like nothing before swelled in my chest. The sound of his rough breathing, the wet squelch of his cock churning inside me, his breath-like whisper to me as my upper body collapsed down—

“Shii...”

“...!”

My cock, which I thought had gone soft, went rigid. I clenched down hard below, and with a low groan he came as well. With the slow feeling of my belly filling, a gush burst from the tip of my cock.

“...Hh.”

The clear, limpid liquid was not semen. It wasn’t something I could hold back by trying, or stop by forcing it. In gulps, gulps, what leaked out drenched my torso and even Kwon Yido’s body.

“...”

Curled up, I panted raggedly. If I raised my torso, he would see what I’d done. So I kept quiet, face burning, until he stroked the back of my head gently.

“Good job.”

It was praise that felt like déjà vu. The same thing had happened last time, I was sure. He did it on purpose again. The moment I realized it, a surge of indignation rose.

“...You real pervert bastard.”

He always managed to make those words come out of my mouth. I bit down on his shoulder hard, but he only flinched a little, not pushing me away. His hand moved from the back of my head to knead my nape, and he pressed his lips to my crown.

“Swearing in bed is just cute...”

“...Hh!”

Inside me, his cock swelled again. Or maybe it had been like that all along. I bit down on his collarbone, wanting somehow to get back at him, but that only seemed to excite him more.

“Haa, hff, ah...”

“...You can bite harder.”

It didn’t sound like you can bite so much as bite me. Like when he generously allowed me to mark him as much as I wanted.

On top of him, I nibbled and left traces all over his upper body. Like he did to me, I sucked hard, and sometimes, losing control, I left bite marks. As expected, Kwon Yido didn’t mind at all; he only hugged me like he’d crush me, as if the way I was being now was adorable.

“...Ha, Sejin-ah.”

Now I knew that call was a voice that craved me. The satisfaction in that loving tone was what I had always wanted and longed for. He willingly gave me his whole body and took all my petty meanness.

And so we lost ourselves in each other all night long. Pheromones bloomed in profusion, steeping his room thickly for the first time in a long while. Maybe because we went at it without rest to the point of excess— the next day, Kwon Yido truly did have to carry me around all day.