LM 59

He whimpered and tried to pull Woo Hyunse’s hand away. The touch that rummaged inside only grew rougher. Before he knew it, the number of fingers increased to three, leaving him shaken to the core. It was his tender flesh being tormented haphazardly, but his whole body tingled. The squelching noise turned into a smacking sound, like slapping the surface of the water with a wide, flat board.

“Ah, ah…! Ugh!”

The base of his palm pressed down on his soft scrotum. As Kwon Siyul hurriedly closed his thighs, Woo Hyunse bit his earlobe hard.

“Open them.”

It was a direct order. As Kwon Siyul obediently followed the order, his fingers buried themselves in his tender flesh once more, rowing. Making the water surge like waves.

Tears streamed down as he buried his cheek in Woo Hyunse’s forearm. His back arched and bounced into the air. Every time his fingers pounded inside, droplets spurted from the blocked hole like a sprinkler spraying water. Woo Hyunse’s hand and forearm, with their taut muscles and tendons, were soaked with sweat as if they’d been dipped in water.

“…Hic!”

Kwon Siyul, who had been squeezing his eyes shut, lifted his eyelids. He widened his eyes as big as saucers and shook his head so hard his hair flew in every which direction. He tried to block Woo Hyunse’s arm with both hands and escape onto the bathroom. But before he could do so, Woo Hyunse stopped him.

“I need to pee. I want to go to the bathroom, stop, stop!”

“Are you a baby, Kwon Siyul? Fuck…you are indeed a baby.”

Woo Hyunse inserted a fourth finger as he cursed. No matter how much he begged, it was absolutely no use. His hips tensed and were lifted upward. All Kwon Siyul could grab was the pillow supporting his head. His cock, which had been soft even when erect, stood stiff as if rooted to the ground.

He’d felt like he was going to cum without actually cumming before, but he’d almost never felt the urge to pee. His bladder was full and tight. He tried to hold it in, curling all ten toes and tensing his stomach, but his tender flesh, caressed by the writhing fingers, instead urged him to cum quickly.

“Sniff, ha, nng, ah…! Haa…”

He thrashed and struggled, but failed. Woo Hyunse pressed down on Kwon Siyul with his other arm, totally immobilizing him.

The fingers that had been probing his narrow entrance were now buried deep as if they would be embedded up to the knuckles. Kwon Siyul ground his shoulder into the pillow and tilted his head back. A stream of clear liquid poured from the tip of his cock, which had been clinging tightly to his lower abdomen, and splattered onto his pale belly and Kwon Siyul’s chin. It flowed from his urethra like urine, but it didn’t smell like pee or the unique chestnut blossom scent of semen.

“Haa, ah…”

His back, which had been suspended in the air, slumped onto the bed. The area beneath his hips was damp. The liquid Kwon Siyul had just released stained the sheets a dark color.

Kwon Siyul’s forehead, cheeks, and even chest were flushed red. He was so ashamed of wetting the bed at his age that he wanted to plunge his face into a bowl of water and die right then and there.

“That’s why I said I needed to go to the bathroom…”

Hiccuping, Kwon Siyul covered his face with both forearms. He expected to be ridiculed, but he heard nothing. Puzzled, he lowered his arms slightly and looked at Woo Hyunse. Woo Hyunse was staring down his own arm. That arm, from his fingers to his elbow, was soaked with the fluid that had come from Kwon Siyul’s body.

Woo Hyunse slowly turned his head. The moment their eyes met, Kwon Siyul felt a genuine sense of dread. Pleasure was not the issue. He feared that if things continued like this, what awaited him at the end of the rut wouldn’t be the morning sun, but the lid of a coffin.

Woo Hyunse lumbered onto Kwon Siyul like a four-legged beast. Kwon Siyul grabbed the other man’s arm. His hand slipped down the arm, which was wet with the fluids he had emitted. Still, he tried to calm the other man by making eye contact. Shame and everything else took a backseat to survival.

“I-I think I’m hungry. No, I am hungry.”

“I’ll order you something after we’re done.”

“No, let’s eat first.”

“This first.”

“Food…”

Woo Hyunse devoured Kwon Siyul’s babbling lips first. As the scent intensified, Kwon Siyul’s eyes soon glazed over. The reason that was in charge of his thoughts was swept away by the surging pheromones enveloping him. Kwon Siyul’s eyelids drooped obediently.

* * *

Woo Hyunse slowly opened his eyes, trying to avoid the sunlight as he tossed and turned. Soft sunlight was pouring through the tiny gaps between the curtains. The sun left thin lines on the bed too, as if urging him to get up quickly, since it was now high in the sky.

His body felt refreshingly light for the first time in a while. Recently, he had been experiencing symptoms of an approaching rut—every step felt heavy and he was constantly drowsy no matter how much he slept. But now, as if that had never happened, he felt light as air from head to toe. His mood was also floating on cloud nine, as if he had just returned from a relaxing vacation at a sunny resort.

As he tried to raise his upper body, he noticed someone using his arm as a pillow and turned his head. Kwon Siyul was still asleepp with his puffy cheeks crumpled flat. He looked far from objectively pretty, having clearly been through a great deal earlier. His lips protruded like a goldfish’s, and his eyelids were equally swollen. There were clear bite marks on his cheeks, upper lip, and philtrum.

And yet.

As Woo Hyunse lowered his gaze, he saw Kwon Siyul’s neck dotted with red marks like blooming fever blossoms. The Adam’s apple in particular was dark red, as if it had been sucked, bitten, and licked like candy. Even the collarbone bore dense teeth marks, as if someone had wanted to bite it to the bone.

He slightly lifted the blanket covering Kwon Siyul’s chest. The condition below was even more severe. The non-existent breast tissue had been grabbed so forcefully that handprints were engraved on both sides of the chest. The nipples were so swollen they had developed white outer layers like eczema, and the areolas were equally puffy.

On the stomach, fluid had dried like grass. When Woo Hyunse traced it with his finger, white powder flaked off. Though Kwon Siyul was sleeping so deeply he hadn’t noticed Woo Hyunse stirring, he seemed to feel the touch, whimpering, and curling up as a reflex.

“…”

Woo Hyunse wiped his mouth as he observed this incredible situation. His stubbly beard pricked his palm. Recalling when he last shaved gave him a rough estimate of how much time had passed.

The rut had come. He had come home earlier than usual to inject suppressants. He had naturally believed Kwon Siyul would be at the inn. But the moment he opened the front door, he was greeted by a scent he had never encountered before. It was sweet like honey overflowing from a bowl, and if it had a color, it would be a light purple—reminiscent of lush wisteria blossoms.

A voice whispering that Kwon Siyul had differentiated, the sweet scent pouring over him like a downpour—his reason, which should have reached for the syringe, completely crumbled. His head was filled entirely with heat and instinct, and he heard only the command to devour all the honey before him, and to lick up even the last drop stuck to the floor.

Woo Hyunse faithfully followed the command. He licked, sucked, and chewed. Not content with just covering Kwon Siyul’s body with his scent, he filled his insides with it too. He was desperate to mark even Kwon Siyul’s internal organs with his smell. They say alphas and omegas in heat are like beasts, but this went beyond even a male animal marking its territory—he seemed to view Kwon Siyul as a territory to be conquered, thoroughly coating him inside and out.

He pinned down the crying, struggling Kwon Siyul, pouring his scent over him, kneading his flesh, sucking on his leaking hole as if it were sweet honey water, latching onto his flat chest and biting like a hungry child even though no milk would come.

He sat the limp body on his thighs, pounding into him like waves, mercilessly ravaging even his unconscious form. The times he pulled out could be counted on one hand. He seemed determined to die and be reborn in that place, only to do it all over again.

And to that child who said he was hungry…

Woo Hyunse covered his face with one hand as he recalled his atrocities. It had been a time of barbarism. At the time, he felt he would die if separated from Kwon Siyul. He hated the thought more than death itself. Somehow, staying connected was the only way he could barely endure the anxiety and heat. Heat, Woo Hyunse snorted softly. The fire had never gone out since Kwon Siyul had first lit it.

Had it ever been like this before?

Although rut was said to make one a slave to lust, he had never gone this crazy before. He usually maintained enough sense to switch partners when one got tired. Not this time. He needed only Kwon Siyul, and that was enough. Even though he was aware of  the legs that fell limply when lifted, the drooping arms, and the eyes that wouldn’t open, he couldn’t let him rest.

To say it was simply good compatibility was insufficient. It was more than that. An indescribable sense of fulfillment filled every cell of his body. A floating sensation in his feet persisted throughout the rut. His stomach ached with a hunger that could only be sated by devouring Kwon Siyul.

He looked down at Kwon Siyul. His eyes were narrowed to thin lines, pressed by swollen lids. His hair, matted with dried semen, gave off a sour smell, and scabs had formed on his lips. His cheeks were red like a child’s chapped by cold.

Yet a fragrant scent wafted from different areas of his body. His neck, behind his ears, and under his collarbone smelled as if crushed wisteria flowers had been applied. From the crown of his head came a mix of fresh milk’s savory scent and sticky honey. His plump lips looked bitable, and his cheeks were as soft as the steaming surface of a bun. Even his puffy eyes seemed like they would taste salty and appetizing if taken into the mouth.