The S+ Class Omega Takes Over Again [BL]-Chapter 65: The next best option

Unbeknownst to him, Yoon Seoyul’s arm had already enveloped around his waist, pressing it against himself on the bed as he gazed at him with a somewhat glazed expression, his dark eyes as deep as an abyss.

"You really want me to go to sleep?"

"....."

As if he would ever decline the offer of getting to fuck with Yoon Seoyul, but he had other matters on his hands right now. He couldn’t fool around in the sheets when he should be working on the core. That’s why he had to put Yoon Seoyul to sleep first.

"Ye—"

Before Cheon Areum could even form the word, his head was yanked down by the hand on his head. He was kissed by Yoon Seoyul again, who sucked out the remaining words that Cheon Areum had been meaning to say but forgot as he was kissed silly by Yoon Seoyul. Only when his lips were too swollen and bitten, with Cheon Areum complaining and small whines echoing in the bedroom, did Yoon Seoyul leave his mouth alone.

Cheon Areum gasped softly for air, and then his vision spun as Yoon Seoyul flipped him on the bed. Straightening out his curved wing, Yoon Seoyul took both of his arms and pinned them above his head with a single hand large enough to do so. With his arms crossed over his head, Cheon Areum’s neck was peppered with wet kisses. He reflexively turned his head away to the side, but it only exposed more of his neck, giving way for Yoon Seoyul to travel further.

"Mghm..."

He could feel himself getting riled up by Yoon Seoyul and the proximity between them. This was bad. He was definitely going astray from his original goal by each second, by each peck of lips across his skin. Yoon Seoyul’s free hand rested on top of his chest, ready to unbutton the lone button of his satin pajamas at any time now. Lightly grazing his sensitive nape with his teeth, Yoon Seoyul then kissed the corner of his eye as he asked him,

"Do you want to sleep? Tired?" 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"No...."

Due to sleeping all day long, he wasn’t the least bit exhausted, and there was even less chance of him sleeping now. Yoon Seoyul’s fingers brushed his bare skin under the shorts of his patterned pajamas, almost sliding up the shorts. Cheon Areum’s legs squirmed instinctively underneath the blanket as he stared up at Yoon Seoyul. His hair had fallen to his forehead. Yoon Seoyul pecked his lips.

"I want to do it, Areum..."

"....?"

The hand gripped his thigh at his declaration.

"When have you ever had to ask for that? You want to fuck me? Then do it."

With warm-toned ears, Yoon Seoyul looked down at him, his gaze carrying a quiet intensity. Despite the closeness between them, he didn’t make any additional moves. Yoon Seoyul still had a loose hold on his wrists, but he made no effort to pull away. Instead, Cheon Areum shifted slightly and used one of his wings to curl around Yoon Seoyul’s back, gently drawing him closer until their bodies were nearly pressed together.

"You want your pregnant omega to take the lead?"

The teasing words slipped from his lips with a small smile. Yoon Seoyul’s eyes flickered briefly toward the wing wrapped around him.

"You’ve been using your wings a lot."

"They’re growing on me..."

Cheon Areum murmured lightly. His eyes fell to Yoon Seoyul’s lips, and in the next movement he pressed forward for another kiss. The one button of his top came undone as they shared a heated kiss. Yoon Seoyul swiftly removed the shirt and wrapped his hands around Cheon Areum’s upper body, pulling him into his embrace. Cheon Areum gripped the lapels of Yoon Seoyul’s matching pajamas with small fists, his shoulders bundled in Yoon Seoyul’s hold.

They kissed for what felt like forever—slow at first, then deeper, hungrier, tongues sliding in lazy, possessive strokes until both their lips were swollen and slick. Cheon Areum’s hands stayed on the lapels, tugging just hard enough to earn a better grip. Every time they parted for air, they crashed back together like they couldn’t stand the distance, even for a second.

Eventually, Yoon Seoyul broke away with a soft, wet sound. His lips trailed down the column of Cheon Areum’s throat, leaving a constellation of random red marks. First a gentle suck just below the jaw, then a sharper nip at the pulse point that made Cheon Areum’s breath hitch. He dragged his teeth along the edge of the permanent bite scar on the nape before moving lower. Collarbone. Shoulder. The hollow above his chest. Each press of lips turned into a semi-permanent bruise—red, then purple, then deep wine—claiming every inch of exposed skin.

When he reached Cheon Areum’s chest, he abruptly closed his mouth over one peaked nipple and bit down—hard enough to sting, then harder, almost gnawing. Teeth grazed the sensitive bud in slow, rolling pressure while his tongue flicked relentlessly against the tip. The other nipple was caught between thumb and forefinger—pinched, twisted, tugged in time with the bites—until both were flushed dark red and throbbing.

Cheon Areum arched with a broken whimper—high, submissive, needy. His hips rocked forward instinctively, grinding against the thick hardness still trapped beneath Yoon Seoyul’s pants. Fingers clutched at dark hair, pulling him closer as he purposely spoke out.

"Why are you bullying me? Such a meanie..."

Yoon Seoyul lifted his head just enough to meet Cheon Areum’s glassy, pleading eyes.

"Are you really being bullied right now?"

He murmured, his voice low and rough, lips brushing the abused nipple as he spoke. He gave it one more slow lick—flat tongue dragging from base to tip—watching Cheon Areum’s whole body jerk in response. Cheon Areum’s answer came out trembling and breathy as he teased more.

"Hm! Bully me more in bed!"

Cheon Areum said it with a cheeky glint in his eyes. For the next half hour, however, Yoon Seoyul proved he had taken those words far more seriously than expected.

The quiet bedroom gradually filled with soft, damp sounds and uneven breaths. Cheon Areum’s earlier confidence slowly unraveled, replaced by shaky whimpers he struggled to contain. His fingers curled weakly in the sheets as tremors ran through him, his composure slipping further with every passing minute.