I pushed my chest closer, as if to clutch him tight in my arms. My nipple was completely buried between his sensual lips and couldn’t be seen. My arousal, layered and layered until it was near its limit, had me veering off course even without his coaxing. I hadn’t known that not only touching, but even the delay of not touching, could be a stimulus.
“Hng!”
In an instant he puckered his lips and sucked in the nipple he’d been holding. At the strong force that compressed it as if wringing out a nub, I raked through his hair and threw my head back.
While his lips cinched the tip, the end of his tongue scraped at it; soon he took the entire areola wide into his mouth and chewed, drawing so strongly on my chest that an embarrassing friction sound slipped out.
With the easing of thirst, a prickling pleasure rushed over my whole body like a teasing tickle. Still holding his neck, I fell back onto the big pillow stacked double behind me.
When he covered me with his body, the full contact with not a gap in between gave me satisfaction. My sex rubbed his upper abdomen, and his sex touched the inside of my thigh. As he began to roll his hips, contact turned to friction.
Sucking my nipple with such passion that air squeaked and hissed, he slid his right knee inside my thigh and pushed outward, forcing my legs apart. His firm thigh burrowed along the outside of both cheeks. His thick sex pressed tight to my perineum; the moment below met below, he immediately started rocking his hips.
At the act that echoed his heat-filled claim that he wanted to put it in and move right now, I couldn’t help the anticipation of being joined to him through our sexes.
Though I had never once considered the pleasure that comes from taking another’s sex into my body, the way I wanted it as if it were the natural next step felt strange to me—but looking back on how I’d reacted in his bedroom last time, it wasn’t all that surprising.
Maybe all the desires I’d suppressed and ignored in every area were exploding crookedly in a sexual direction. Or perhaps it was a foolish, dangerous blind urge to agree to anything he wanted to do.
In any case, I wanted him too. Without adding or taking away anything, that in itself was the principle and the rule that governed me in this moment. Nothing was happening by force or coercion.
He slid his hand between our bellies and, diving deep between my spread legs, felt over my anus. In that instant I lost my hold around his neck and clutched hard at his shoulder blade, twisting in pain.
“Why are you squirming.”
He let go of my nipple and moved up, licking the outline of my lips with his tongue and giving a sly smile. He’d noticed how the obscenity of rubbing his sex against my crotch while he rolled his hips had inflamed me, and he enjoyed it. That face that looked a shade lewd didn’t put me off.
“Here... it keeps twitching. Like you’re expecting something.”
Just as if he might slide a finger inside at any moment, he pressed the flesh of the entrance and his expression subtly hardened. At the end of his furrowed lids, his lashes trembled lightly.
He searched every bit around the entrance; perhaps fingers weren’t enough, because he went on to use his entire palm to rub me below.
“Hn, ugh.”
There was almost no stickiness or lewd intent in that searching touch, yet my already sensitized body flinched and shuddered even at the almost clinical, unsexy way he handled me.
Was something wrong? With anxious, still flighty eyes I looked up at him. Rubbing below with his palm again and again, pressing and circling with special care around my anus, he drew his brows together and looked back and forth into my eyes.
I thought I understood.
He still hadn’t completely dropped the suspicion that I might be an Omega.
Before, I’d been almost ignorant about Alpha and Omega, but not now. I could guess his intention to some extent.
Right now, he was probably looking between my legs for an Omega’s lubrication.
And yet I’m a Beta, so no matter how much pheromone I let ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) flow it would be pointless. Only a few hours ago, he’d said exactly that to the blond man with his own mouth.
Or could it be that he wanted me to be an Omega.
But he was an Alpha who didn’t even use pheromones in bed, so there was no particular reason I had to be an Omega.
He finally ended the search by lightly slipping just the tip of a finger into my anus, twisting it as if to scoop a bit of cream and pulling it out. He withdrew his hand from between my legs. Then, with nothing at all on it, he brought that hand right before my eyes, licked it, and sniffed.
As he rubbed his tongue between his fingers, the face that looked down at me seemed blissful, as if he’d inhaled a scent that induced obscene hallucinations—even though there was clearly nothing on them; they were just fingers.
Keeping his gaze fixed on my eyes, he covered my face with his hand. His long fingers crossed my cheek and shaded part of an eye. When I blinked, my lashes brushed his fingers.
He came closer just like that and, with his fingers between us, licked my lips. The tip of his tongue pushed into my mouth and touched the inner lining at the back; I felt hazy, as if slipping into a trance. Hesitating, I pushed out my tongue and rubbed it to meet his, hot and wet. His tongue itself was like an unfailing spring of fragrance.
Between his index and middle fingers, between his middle and ring fingers—
We sought and explored each other’s tongues like playing hide-and-seek. What was this. Just having his fingers between us made the kiss more tender and more sharply stimulating.
With rising impatience I lifted my hips and scratched and nipped at his fingers. With eyes narrowed to slits, he didn’t miss a single moment; he held my ascent and my flare in his gaze.
The longer the kiss went on, the more the inside of my belly—more precisely, the inside of my anus—twitched, the sensation intensifying. His sex, rubbing my crotch and the insides of my thighs, had such a distinct presence I couldn’t ignore it. Each time he subtly ground his hips upward, the writhing of his shaft felt like it would burrow into my tender flesh at any moment.
“Mmm, hng....”
Watching me twist my hips with the urge to grind deeper, he lifted his torso. Then he grabbed my ankles.
With no warning and no hesitation, he lifted my ankles toward the air and spread them wide to either side.
“Ugh.”
The seriousness of his expression as he did it only made the shame rise. My legs, thrown wide in a big V toward the ceiling, felt so helpless, treated like a doll’s by him. At that intense gaze, head dipped to look deep into my crotch, my body curled in on itself on its own.
“I didn’t get a proper look last time.”
His voice explaining the reason for this mortifying inspection was huskier than usual.
“It’s where my tongue will lick and my sex will go in and out. Looking carefully first is basic.”
“W-what... lick with what...!”
Before I could finish, he pushed my ankles up toward his shoulders. My knees bent and my body folded in half. The strength to raise my upper body fell apart under the weight pinning my ankles.
My face was between my knees. My sex and scrotum, my anus... the space between my legs that I usually keep hidden somewhere was laid open to the sky. I couldn’t even remember if I’d ever taken a posture like this; it’s a pose you wouldn’t try except in special circumstances. I could feel the blood rush to my face from the embarrassment.
And yet I couldn’t deny that the embarrassment and shame... made it all the clearer that he and I were absorbed in an extremely private act we couldn’t tell anyone about.
His scent, settled heavy through the room like a diffuser, dulled my head until I couldn’t tell shame from pleasure. A scent that strong can actually cause a headache. This lazy, dreamy sensation that at the same time seized the core of pleasure in a razor’s instant wasn’t the same as a headache, but it was similar in how it clouded judgment.
Before I could even struggle in refusal, he gripped my waist and pulled me up at once. My upper body, buried in the pillows, was dragged downward, and my lower body lifted up in the opposite direction.
The space between my legs, bared to the ceiling, rose to the height of his chest. All he had to do was dip his head a little to look as he pleased and grind his tongue.
I wrung the last remnant of reason left in some corner of me. If I didn’t at least try this much, I wouldn’t be able to face myself after it was over.
I reached out a hand to cover myself and block him, but he was a little faster. He lowered his head and, with the tip of his tongue sharpened, dragged a long line over my perineum beneath my upturned scrotum.
“Ha—ngh.”
At the sensation that lashed me with a thrilling jolt, my calves, floating in the air, kicked and flailed.
“This—knowing you want to touch yourself here only turns me on more.”
He lightly nipped the fingers that belatedly fumbled over my anus as he spoke. If it was meant to interfere, it had the opposite effect.
Looking down at his face pressing his tongue against my anus between my fingers, a small self-mockery washed over me that I felt a sharper thrill about this scene than shame.
“Still embarrassed?”
“Hnn, mm.”
After a slow, heavy lick over the entrance, he ground hard with the full breadth of his tongue and asked.
“Don’t worry. You’ll forget everything in no time. Like last time.”
He scraped, bit, and nipped the soft skin of the entrance that had drawn tight as if sucked inward. As he repeated sucking hard enough to make sticky sounds and letting go, my whole perineum gleamed with his saliva.
The muscles around my anus, stiff with tension, went slack, and the feeling of my body loosening and opening melted the space between my legs.
He was repeating on my lower—most private and intimate—place the exact same process as the kiss he had poured into my lips.
I couldn’t look away from the sight of his tongue, stiffened and made to stand, moving from top to bottom, slowly descending and burrowing in. Not only could he see all of me... in this position I too could see every kiss, every suck, every rub, every entry he worked between my legs.
His tongue went down as far as it could go no further, curled its end to scrape my inner wall, and slipped out. Perched precariously at the edge of the entrance, it plunged in again.
“Mmmm... hhh....”
At the wet tongue that appeared and vanished as it went in and out between my legs, I clutched the sheets. Even lying still, I was short of breath. My sex, flipped upside down, swelled and twitched though no hand touched it.
As the pressure of his tongue jabbing inside quickened, my breathing fell further to pieces. The wide bedroom filled with the wet friction of tongue against inner wall, with gasping panting laced with moans.
“Ah, d—don’t... hnn, I don’t like... that...!”
With his tongue shoved in to the hilt, flickering inside my wall, he made me thrash. At the itchy stimulus delivered where I couldn’t scratch, I bucked my hips and nearly cried out.
I begged him, voice drawn tight, to rub me hard instead, to make it hurt.
Even as he looked at me with anxious eyes, he didn’t grant what I asked. When at last the tip that had been lapping at my mucosa slipped free, my chest was heaving fast as if I’d sprinted a short distance at full speed. My back, not yet fully freed of my shirt, was damp with sweat.
Before I could catch my breath, he tugged my hips in closer, burying his nose and mouth in my perineum and breathing in deep. Moving his head this way and that as if searching for the trace of some precious thing he’d hidden long ago, he bit and sucked along the whole groin.
Even in the dark, the eyes flashing blue enough to be seen and the broad shoulders swelling and falling rigidly proved that he wasn’t calm either, that this foreplay was breaking down his reason.
He sucked my soft skin into his nose as if he would inhale it, and with his face buried in my perineum he rolled his eyes up to look at me.
It was the face of someone thinking: I was sure I left it here, yet what I’m looking for is nowhere to be found.
“Seo Ihyeon.”
“......”
Calling my name with his face buried between my legs—was that harassment? Or part of the caress?
Maybe it was because such a handsome face and pleasing voice were doing it that even in this position, where he played freely with an intimate part, I felt it.
Blankly, in that kind of contextless thought and with my breath still not settled, I was looking down at his face.
“What are you, really.”
What was he asking about?
I scraped through my blurry, fevered mind to find an answer, but nothing came to hand.
I was probably nothing right now. Laid open to him, rubbed and prodded until I flared, wanting him to reach deeper, for deeper places to overlap and grind—that alone was such a clear piece of who I was in this moment that I was nothing else.
Rubbing his face with his nose and mouth pressed deep to my perineum, he drew in another long breath. He worked around my anus, alternating teeth and lips, and stabbed the tender flesh with the high, hard bridge of his nose.
It seemed he... really liked my groin. Otherwise how could he stick this close, biting and sucking me like that.
Watching him, my belly twitched and tugged, and without knowing it I kept clenching below.
As if my anus held some kind of sweet juice, he took the entrance into his mouth again and slurped as if squeezing out and drinking whatever was inside.
“Giving off a scent like this... and saying you’re not.”
My mind was hazy so I couldn’t be sure, but mumbling roughly that, as if to himself, he finally set my hips back down on the mat. Then he lifted an arm, wiped the sweat from his face, and crawled past me to the edge of the bed.
His glossy, erect sex hung upside down and swayed. Turning my head, gulping for breath as I looked at it, my gaze must have been wet as if I wanted it.
