He Wasn’t Himself Anymore

I was more aroused today than I had ever been before, so perhaps Beomwoo felt similarly and was unconsciously releasing his pheromones.

Moreover, we were officially lovers now, and imprinted as well. So it might not be simply unconscious; he might be deliberately trying to give me a pheromone shower. It was instinct for an alpha to want to mark their territory, to cover their beloved in their scent.

Even with an imprinted partner, a pheromone shower was an act requiring mutual consent, but Haejin didn’t dwell on it. Instead, he accepted it. Even knowing the pheromones were excessive, overwhelming, fogging his mind, it felt so good that he wanted to accept everything Beomwoo gave him.

When Haejin surrendered himself completely, Beomwoo seemed to notice the change. He wrapped his arms tightly around Haejin, pulling him close. Then he drew his hips back until the head was almost completely out, only to thrust back in to the hilt in one powerful motion.

“Hngh! Hnngh! Ngh…!”

Squelch, squelch.

Not once, but repeatedly, Beomwoo added his full weight, thrusting downward as if trying to reach the deepest recess of Haejin’s body.

Unable to withstand the weight and force of a body like a stone, Haejin’s lower body collapsed onto the sofa, his erect cock rubbing against the sofa cushion.

The sensations from both front and back were utterly disorienting. His mind was so scrambled he forgot how to breathe, and the vigorous activity left him gasping.

Afraid he might suffocate, Haejin forced his head to turn, breaking their lip lock.

“Pwah…! Haah, ahhn…!”

The moment their lips parted, Haejin desperately gasped for air. His lungs ached from the frantic inhales, as if he had been held right at the brink of suffocation.

Despite this, he was panting roughly, still starved for oxygen, yet Beomwoo didn’t pause his thrusting for a moment.

“Sl-slow, ah, slow down, hngh…! So-something’s… wrong…!”

He wanted to ask Beomwoo to slow down. He felt like something was happening to him. He wanted to say it, but he couldn’t form the words. Even though his mouth was free, the relentless pressure against his inner walls made it impossible to complete a sentence.

The combined pleasure and strain were so intense he felt his eyes might roll back. Just as his consciousness began to fade, on the verge of passing out, a sensation like a space opening up inside him, followed by a piercing feeling, snapped him back.

“Hngh, nngh…!”

“Ngh…!”

Before he could think to hold back or even process anything, he reached his peak.

As he climaxed, Haejin’s entire body tensed, trembling uncontrollably, and involuntarily, he clenched down.

The passage was already tight enough accommodating Beomwoo’s cock, but clenching down like this, as if trying to sever it, made Beomwoo’s brow furrow sharply.

Unable to hold back either, Beomwoo’s body shuddered as he buried himself deep. He had climaxed alongside Haejin.

His mind was hazy with the lingering heat of the orgasm, his vision dizzy, his eyes burning. The relief was that the relentless onslaught had stopped; he had felt like he might faint.

As Haejin lay sprawled out, the heavy weight pressing down on him lifted. Beomwoo sat back on Haejin’s lower thighs, pulled out the used condom, and tossed it aside. The sound of it hitting the floor was heavy, suggesting a significant release.

Haejin lay dazed, listening to the sound, finally gasping for the air he had been denied. But his respite was short-lived.

Beomwoo seemed to be moving, but then he repositioned himself, straddling one of Haejin’s thighs. He then grabbed the ankle of Haejin’s other leg, the one he wasn’t sitting on, and lifted it high.

“Ah, what…!”

His legs spread, exposing his intimate areas. He had been relaxing, thinking they were done, and now suddenly he was fully exposed. Haejin’s eyes widened like a startled rabbit’s.

He tried to ask what Beomwoo was doing, to close his legs, but before he could, Beomwoo hooked the lifted leg over his own shoulder and pushed it to the side, changing the angle.

“Ahhk! Ha! Aah…!”

The shift in angle made the cock inside him press against new, uncharted territory. Another sensitive spot.

His body trembled at the novel, twisting pleasure. He had just been recovering from the intensity of his climax, but with a single thrust, heat reignited within him as if oil had been poured on embers.

His mind went white, his mouth hanging open, unable to speak. Beomwoo wrapped his arms around Haejin’s thigh and murmured, his voice thick with ragged breath.

“Fuuh… Ha… I can’t see your face.”

In the first round, they had been in a position where he was thrusting into Haejin from behind. Apparently, he had been dissatisfied not being able to see his face.

As Beomwoo embraced Haejin’s leg, Haejin’s body naturally turned halfway, allowing them to see each other’s faces.

Finally satisfied, Beomwoo faintly curled the corners of his lips and, holding the lifted thigh, resumed his thrusts.

“Ahhk, hngh…! Ah, Beomwoo…ssi…! Too…! Ngh…!”

No, seeing my face isn’t the issue here. I need to rest…!

It was rare for them to finish after just one round when they were intimate, and given the mood today, he had expected Beomwoo wouldn’t be satisfied with just once. It was their first time since the villa, and their hearts had never been this connected.

But even so, the pleasure was matched by an overwhelming fatigue that threatened to pull him under. Yet Beomwoo, showing no signs of exhaustion, gave him no time to rest, maintaining a pace that was hard to believe for a second round.

As always, Haejin’s pleas to stop went unheeded, even though Beomwoo clearly heard him. He just wouldn’t listen.

Unless Haejin was truly in pain or distress, Beomwoo wouldn’t stop. And knowing that Haejin’s protests stemmed more from overwhelming pleasure than actual difficulty, he was even less likely to pause.

As if to prove that he had changed positions to see Haejin’s face, Beomwoo, even while moving vigorously, never once took his eyes off Haejin.

Haejin knew his face right now wasn’t pretty or handsome. It was raw, a mix of pleasure, strain, and exhaustion, completely unguarded. Yet Beomwoo stared at him possessively, never looking away. It seemed he found even more arousal in seeing Haejin lost in the sensation.

Even knowing Beomwoo didn’t see him as unsightly, Haejin felt ashamed of his pleasure-twisted face and wanted to hide it. He raised his hand, trying to cover his eyes with the back of it, but Beomwoo quickly pushed it aside.

Beomwoo pressed Haejin’s hand down onto the mattress and spoke in a low, growling voice.

“Haah… Don’t… hide.”

His mind had been hazy, but the moment his hand was removed from his eyes, and their gazes met, Haejin involuntarily held his breath.

That low voice was like a hungry beast’s, and his eyes blazed with fierce intensity.

In his life, Haejin had seen Beomwoo aroused many times, and earlier, looking at him, he had thought, ‘I’m unusually excited today, so he must be too,’ and accepted him gladly.

But seeing him with those eyes, it felt like it was something beyond simple arousal.

The pheromones, which just moments ago had seemed so abundant he had wondered if Beomwoo was trying to give him a pheromone shower, were still pouring out, threatening to overwhelm him. The way Beomwoo coveted him now seemed less like extreme arousal and more like raw instinct.

Instinct?

The word triggered a thought that flashed through Haejin’s mind.

Surely… it’s not a rut, is it?

Though they had been married in their past life, they had never gone through a rut or heat cycle together.

Haejin, being recessive and also using suppressants, rarely experienced heat cycles. And when they did occur, he’d use injections or medication to suppress them. He hadn’t wanted Beomwoo to see him like a beast in heat, and he had also been cautious following his mother-in-law’s directive not to spread his pheromones.

As for Beomwoo… Haejin wasn’t sure, but it seemed he also used medication to suppress his ruts. He recalled seeing Beomwoo lock himself away once or twice when medication wasn’t enough, telling everyone not to come in.

So he couldn’t be certain if the Beomwoo before him was truly in rut or just extremely aroused. But his animal instincts pointed toward rut, and being cautious wouldn’t hurt.

“Ah, hngh, wait… Beomwoo-ssii… wait a minute…!”

Haejin reached down with his free hand, trying to push him away slightly. He wanted to stop, to assess the situation.

He pressed his palm against Beomwoo’s lower abdomen, trying to push him back. Beneath his hand, the engorged veins pulsed angrily. And before he could even register that sensation, he felt the cock deep inside him begin to swell.

A knot.