He's tall, but his body is thin and easily lifted, which is displeasing. The Alpha, who decided he needed to manage his diet since he might get even thinner if he became an Omega, grabbed Han Sol's ass, who was awkwardly sitting facing him, and pulled him closer.
“You’re already hard.”
A dry laugh escaped him. Han Sol's p*nis, exposed as his underwear slid down, was stiff. It stood proudly, as if it had been waiting for this very moment.
“Waiting for me to hurry up and touch you? Well, you were waiting, sitting in front of my door.”
“Well, I did wait a little…”
He barely managed to catch his trailing voice. It wasn't just a little. As Han Jinheon teasingly refuted him while caressing his p*nis, Han Sol immediately moaned.
“Nghh.”
“You feel it right away.”
And you say it was just a little? he asked back wickedly, tracing the skin of his groin around the base of Han Sol’s p*nis. His skin was naturally white and smooth. Not a single scratch or flaw could be seen. It was like perfect white jade.
The p*nis, devoid of a single pubic hair, had a reddish-pink hue. It was quite cute.
The fact that his skin had a pinkish tint. Han Jinheon knew this was one of the prominent features of an Omega, which in turn made him want to ask Han Sol. Did he really think nothing while looking at his own c*ck? He also wanted to ask the other Alphas. Did you want to make this child an Omega too?
While this situation was enjoyable, a thought like the one he just had was unpleasant. The thoughts about other Alphas that resurface every time he does this with Han Sol subtly irritate him and make his insides feel heavy.
'F*ck….' Han Jinheon had planned to release his pheromones gently in stages, from weak to medium to strong, but having been silently provoked, he let them out all at once.
“Haah. Hah. Ngghh.”
Even though all he was doing was holding and stroking his p*nis, Han Sol’s body twitched.
His body was sensitive to stimulation and felt pleasure easily. It was also likely the effect of what he had learned through enjoyment until now. He knew what kind of face to make and what kind of voice to moan with to turn his partner on.
“…Haah, haah….”
“If you want to lean on my shoulder, you can.”
Given the angle, leaning on his chest would be difficult, so his shoulder was a good alternative. As soon as Han Jinheon spoke, Han Sol pressed his forehead against his shoulder and breathed rhythmically in time with Han Jinheon's hand. "Haah, haah."
Han Jinheon tightened his grip on the p*nis and quickened his pace. Prec*m had already begun to flow, and far from drying out from the friction of his hand, the penis became relentlessly wet, adding a slick, squelching sound.
“It gets wet so fast. How long has it been since I started touching you for it to be this wet?"
“Hahh, uuh…”
“Does it feel good?”
“Mmm, yes…. It feels good. Haah.”
His mouth is as honest as his body.
Looking at the p*nis covered in prec*m, he recalled the recent days he had been touching him. The more he touched, the shorter the time it took for him to get wet. How long had it been for him to be this soaked already?
Instead of remembering and overcoming the mounting excitement day by day, he simply succumbed to it. He was the type where familiar pleasure didn't become strength but a weakness. That was how Han Jinheon saw Han Sol.
If he were an Omega, a load of slick would have already spilled from his ass. It would be quite a sight, he sneered, while diligently stimulating the thoroughly heated c*ck.
As his palm and the p*nis became one, moving rhythmically, the slicking sounds grew louder. At some point, this sound was the only thing breaking the room's silence, ringing in his ears. He wondered why it felt empty, then realized Han Sol’s moans had disappeared.
Han Jinheon shifted his gaze to Han Sol, who was leaning his face on his shoulder. He could see his reddened earlobes and the nape of his neck. These couldn't be the reason Han Sol was holding back his moans.
“Han Sol. Lift your head.”
He grasped Han Sol's chin to make him lift his face, looking for the reason for the silence. Han Sol was not only clenching his eyes shut but also biting his lips until they were white.
“Sol-ah.”
At the sound of his name being called softly, Han Sol slowly opened his eyes. The revealed pupils were hazy with pleasure, yet also filled with longing. Han Jinheon knew instantly. It wasn't his voice that brought Han Sol to his senses, but the fact that his hand had stopped.
“Ha.”
A dry laugh escaped him on its own.
“You’ll hurt your lip, so don’t bite it like that. Your moans aren't bad to listen to, so why are you holding them in?”
“I suddenly got embarrassed…”
“What’s there to be embarrassed about?”
“It is embarrassing. I’m on top of you like this…”
“You’ll find it easier to just get used to it. We’ve only done it in bed too much. How about we do it sitting like this on the sofa tomorrow?”
“nghh.”
Han Jinheon moved the hand on his chin to the area around his slim waist and playfully stroked it. He seemed sensitive even though he was stroking over the clothes, not directly on the skin. Han Sol's body trembled uncontrollably.
“Don’t. My waist… it’s too ticklish.”
“Have I never touched your waist before? Is it an erogenous zone?”
“N-no. It’s just ticklish, nghh!”
When Han Jinheon intentionally stroked his waist, Han Sol jolted violently. He covered his mouth, seemingly embarrassed by the moan he had just let out. His face, which had been flushed in the stuffy air, turned an indescribable shade of red.
“I told you not to…!”
The hand that tried to touch again and the hand that tried to stop it met in mid-air. But it was impossible to win against the Alpha’s powerful arm and large hand.
In the process of their small struggle, his clothes were pressed down. Han Jinheon's gaze fixed on the flat chest line revealed through the clothes pressed against Han Sol's body. Specifically, the cutely protruding nipples.
The suddenly prominent area stimulated his curiosity. He wanted to see it up close. I've seen his d*ck, so why not his nipples? The Alpha, whose focus instantly shifted to the nipples, spoke without hesitation.
“Han Sol, how many times have you seen me naked?”
“Eu, eungh.”
“I’m doing all this for you, but I’ve never once seen your nak*d body. Don’t you think that’s unfair?”
If you’re going to be embarrassed, let’s get it all over with at once. The Alpha, who had whispered with his lips pressed to Han Sol’s ear, grabbed the hem of his shirt. Before Han Sol could say anything to stop him, he swiftly pulled the shirt up and succeeded in taking it off.
Forced by the strong pull to raise his arms, Han Sol stared blankly at the shirt now helplessly caught around his wrists. Han Jinheon, despite having taken it off himself, feigned ignorance and leisurely scanned Han Sol’s body with a sly look on his face.
“Ha.”
A gasp escaped him on its own. He could feel his c*ck twitch.
The body, wrapped in fine, white skin as if sculpted from white clay, was certainly thin and frail, but the graceful lines of his bones in his chest and waist were so lewd they could make him hard just by looking. It was intensely stimulating.
But an unwelcome fact immediately surfaced, ruining the moment. His mood instantly soured, and Han Jinheon muttered bluntly.
“Your body was already an Omega’s, and only I didn’t know. While all those other bastards would have known…”
Again, I was the only one who didn't know.
This fact, which he was reminded of every time he fooled around with Han Sol, was something he just couldn't get used to. Every time he thinks about those Alphas who aren't even here, his stomach churns heavily. As if that weren't enough, he wants to tear out his brain and discard it so he won't remember the times Han Sol slept with them.
So why. F*ck, why do I feel so shitty?
“Hy-hyung…”
A weakly trembling voice caught his ear. He slowly raised his gaze from Han Sol’s waist to look at him. He, who had blushed from the shame of his uncontrollable moans, now presented his flushed eyelids, looking flustered.
“It’s not fair that you’re all dressed while I’m the only one naked…”
As if to say he wanted to put it back on, he started fumbling with the shirt still caught around his wrists. Han Jinheon didn’t just stand by and watch. Feeling spiteful, he very calmly snatched the top, rolled it up, and tossed it onto the floor.
Not only that, but he also took Han Sol's stunned hands and made him hold his own c*ck.
“Hyung will help you, so try touching it yourself.”
“Touch it myself…? My own?”
“Was I being tactless? Do you want to touch mine?"
“N-no! How could I!”
Seeing him shake his head, startled by the suggestion, he decided to refrain from pulling out his own c*ck for now. As he reined in the momentary impulse, Han Jinheon felt a gaze that hadn't left him and looked at Han Sol.
His wide, bewildered eyes, pretending not to know anything, were cheeky yet cute. He wanted to get used to this feeling for Han Sol that was now a baseline, but it was anything but easy. Every time he thought he was cute, a part of his chest stirred strangely. It was an uncomfortable feeling he wanted to shake off.
“Are you waiting for me to help?”
'You just have to say yes, but are you just waiting for me to help? Were you like this with the other Alphas too?'
He didn’t want to clutter his mind with the same thoughts. Cutting off the train of thought, Han Jinheon decided to show him through action. He moved the hand that was wandering around Han Sol’s waist and pinched his right nipple.
“Aah! That hurts…”
Han Sol not only grimaced but also flinched. It seemed he hadn’t controlled his strength well in his anger and it had hurt. He knew this himself and felt sorry, but seeing the tears welling in his eyes was also a bit flustering. He had honestly thought he would feel pleasure from that much, but perhaps he was mistaken.
“I’ll do it so it doesn’t hurt. You can feel pleasure with your chest, too."
“Feel it with my chest…? I can feel it?”
“This reaction from you is unexpected. It seems you haven’t played around with your chest much?”
His face, which had been dazed for a moment, nodded up and down. At the affirmative answer, Han Jinheon furrowed his brow.
“You’ve never played with your chest?”
“Y-yeah. I guess so…. Should I say never at all…”
“Never at all? You mean this is the first time?”
Being a first time isn't a weakness or a flaw. So he didn't see it as something to be unconfident about, but Han Sol strangely became timid and shrank back.
'Never played with his chest.' As he mulled over the unimaginably fresh reaction and slowly shifted his gaze, Han Jinheon saw the drying p*nis and wrapped an arm around Han Sol’s waist to fix his posture.
He straightened his languidly slouched back and pulled Han Sol’s ass closer. Then he had him lean his upper body back slightly, but wrapped an arm around his lower back to keep him from tilting all the way.
“Then is hyung the first one to play with your chest? I’m honored.”
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