Chapter 51: Chocolate Milk
The moment the decision was made, the steps were hurried across the garden. Like a pair of dolphins overtaking each other continuously.
No words were spoken, just steps becoming a dash as they ran towards the room at the end of the hallway in a frenzy hand in hand.
The quick glance outside before they closed the door shut behind them, was genuinely rushed and dripping with excitement.
As soon as the door closed, the omega was picked up by the alpha as a whirlwind of pheromones enveloped the two mixing together like a cocktail of intoxicated scents.
Doha carried Song-rik to bed and laid him there. For a split second he just gazed and admired him.
Then he pulled off the thin coat he was wearing and raised up his t-shirt.
He leaned closer and planted a kiss on above his belly button. The kiss essentially turned into a sucking session as Doha just latched onto the spot like a newborn.
"Aaaa...!" Song-rik felt tickling jitters across his body as he felt the deep feeling of being sucked upon.
Doha rubbed his teeth onto the spot as if maki sure if would leave a mark.
And it did. A blazing dark red hickey that looked like a second belly button above his original one.
"98" Doha said in whispered voice as his mouth travelled upwards. He wasn’t removing Song-rik’s t-shirt, just crawling around beneath it at different spots, leaving similar marks.
Different in sizes and hue, Doha kept the countdown going as he left a trail of hickeys wherever his lips touched on the omega’s skin.
And trapped beneath his t-shirt, the pheromones getting out of his glands were so intoxicating and thick that Doha felt as if the skin tasted like chocolate milk.
The countdown kept going on anyways.
"97"
"96"
"95"
...
...
...
By the time, Doha reached the number 17, almost the entirety of Song-rik’s upper body was covered in red and pinkish marks.
And the personal handiwork that Doha was especially proud of were the... nipples.
He had sucked on them thrice each side, so much so that now they were stiffly poking out from the t-shirt.
Song-rik was so into having them sucked that he even pushed Doha’s head down when he was doing his work on them.
"17 remain, hyung," Doha said, his lips sligh swollen. "Where would you like them?"
Doha smiled evilly and then instantly made a cute expression.
Song-rik felt stupid for still falling for it. He held on Doha’s hand that was holding his t-shirt up and put it on his neck.
"Here," he said.
So for a quick matter of fact info, an omega’s neck is a very sensitive spot. An alpha (during or outside rut) could bite and inject an omega’s nape with their pheromones and completely change the pheromone constitution of the omega for life.
The alpha’s pheromones worked like mutants that altered how hormones regulating likes/dislikes, scent compatibility and pheromone production were produced.
So, an omega letting an alpha anywhere near his nape (as in neck) was the ultimate trust he could place on the alpha.
"I can trust you’ll do a good job avoiding the glands, hmm?" Song-rik asked with a mischievous voice.
Doha was... flabbergasted.
How could he be so careless?! I’m an alpha!! What would he do if I bit him?!
But it does kind of make me happy to know that he trusts me enough to bare his nape....
Fuck it!
Doha decided it was pointless to worry as he was never going to be able to resist Song-rik anyway and just went along with flow.
The flow of lusty and lewd pheromones it was.
Jang Song-rik’s neck was riddled with thick pheromones enticing Doha to take a whiff and chuck out of that milky flesh.
Is he doing it on purpose?
As he glanced up at the omega who was grinning while blushing, he sure knew it was on purpose.
Is he actually enticing me?! Right here while family is under the same roof?! Hyung! Are you trying to screw me over?!
Doha was none the wiser and couldn’t turn down the temptation as his lips began planting suckling kisses on the pale neck.
It was a land mine from here on out. A single graze from his teeth and Song-rik could bust into heat right that moment.
Just lips and tongue.
Just lips and tongue.
Just lips and tongue.
Doha repeated in his head as he became more and more delirious, intoxicated by the pheromones of this fucking sexy omega.
I want to bite his neck off and drink his bl....!!! Shut up!!! You damn idiot!!! Snap out of it!!!
"You’re not counting, Doha-ya," Song-rik figured it was getting easier for Doha as he dutifully reminded him the numbers. "Should I count for you?"
Doha could only nod hazily as his lips took longer and longer to break contact with Song-rik’s skin. That contact break was the signal to lower the number on the countdown.
Song-rik’s voice sounded like distant sweet echoes to Doha.
"6"
"5"
"4"
"3"
"2"
...
"Why did you stop, Doha-ya"
Song-rik asked confused as Doha rose his head, making eyes contact with him.
Then in blurry haze, Doha pecked on the omega’s lips softly.
"1"
He said.
And then he took the omega in a full blown kiss. It was a desperate and rushed kiss unlike Doha’s usually softer pace.
Song-rik could feel the pheromones engulfing him as his mouth became the walking territory of the alpha.
The kiss was long and tediously tiring. As if either of the two were trying to prolong it as much as they possibly could.
"Doha... are you really going to marry me?" Song-rik managed to blur out a question in the messy state of his mouth.
No response other than kissing even harder, came from the alpha.
Song-rik was pushed deeper into the pillow as the sucking monster ate out his mouth.
Then as he became breathless, Doha finally stopped and said.
"0"
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