GCT 8

Yohan shouted at Lear’s words, glancing at the driver. The driver’s face showed he hadn’t heard anything. Come to think of it, Yohan recalled that even back in Calabasas, the people they encountered, like Dwayne Johnson lookalikes, had less humor than a Google Home device. Yohan made a grimace.

“So, feeling any better after that nap?”

“Better? You think?”

“For someone like that, you were drooling on my pants and sleeping pretty soundly.”

At Lear’s words, Yohan shifted his gaze to Lear’s pants. It looked like there might be a drool stain… or maybe not… As Yohan blinked and stared, Lear said with a hint of awkwardness, “When you stare at my lower half like that, it’s… kind of tough. Can you talk to my face instead?”

“…”

“Kitty, you like my face, don’t you?”

For some reason, Yohan felt like Lear had hit the nail on the head, and he immediately denied it. “No, I don’t. And please, stop saying useless stuff.”

Lear leaned his face closer to Yohan, who was blushing and fumbling with his words. “If you don’t, can you look me in the eye and say so?”

The guy himself was insufferable, but his handsome face was undeniably innocent. Honestly, who doesn’t like good-looking people?

Though Yohan had been intimate with Lear, he told himself it was just for that reason. Still, he panicked at the thought of being swallowed by those purple eyes filled with him. Yohan turned his head sharply and pushed Lear’s face away with his palm. “I’ve got nothing to say.”

Saying that, he noticed Lear staying silent, so Yohan turned back. Then Lear licked Yohan’s palm.

“Argh! What the hell are you doing?”

Lear grabbed Yohan’s arm as he flinched and pulled away, holding it tightly. “You think I’d just let it slide?”

“Let it slide, you filthy rich jerk.”

“Nope.”

“What are you, a kid?”

“Yup, baby Lear needs some love.”

Yohan recoiled at Lear’s sudden baby talk. “God, I’m gonna puke. Please, have some social decency.”

Yohan pounded his chest, pretending to gag. He couldn’t understand why he was the one feeling embarrassed, but Lear showed no sign of backing down. Yohan felt worse knowing he was the only one exposing his emotions in front of Lear. Despite Yohan’s obvious frustration, Lear kept acting however he pleased.

“Then give me a kiss or something.”

“I’m dirty.”

“I know. I don’t care.”

“You said you hate dirty things.”

No matter what Yohan said, Lear did what he wanted. He grabbed Yohan and planted light kisses with smacking sounds on his lips. Each time, Yohan’s body tilted as he tried to dodge Lear.

Even so, Lear found it cute that Yohan didn’t completely turn away. Smirking, Lear bit Yohan’s lips and slipped his tongue inside. Worried Yohan’s head might hit something hit something, Lear gently grabbed Yohan’s head to protect it as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues intertwined passionately, drawing in each other’s breath. Yohan’s body trembled involuntarily, accepting Lear’s kiss. Lear’s persistent actions, as if intent on melting Yohan’s mouth, soon made Yohan feel dizzy, his breath catching in his throat.

Just as Yohan thought he might end up giving Lear everything he shouldn’t, Lear’s hands began to roam over his body. Starting at his shoulders, they slid down, and as Lear’s mischievous hands gripped his thighs, Yohan snapped back to reality. He bit Lear’s lip and struggled, pushing him away.

“Do it in moderation.”

Lear licked his slightly torn lip with a reluctant expression. Yohan turned his head sharply, his heart pounding and his face burning hot. But then, the dazzling backdrop outside the car window startled him again. Anyone could tell the place before his eyes was Las Vegas.

“What… am I seeing right now?”

“A love nest?”

“…”

“They say you can even do drive-thru weddings here.”

“You know you can get quick divorces too, right?”

“That’s why I wanted to make a baby first.”

Yohan smacked Lear’s thigh with his fist at the ridiculous comment. Lear whined in pain, and meanwhile, the car stopped in front of a glitzy hotel.

[Patrice Grand Hotel – Las Vegas]

Yohan wondered if it was okay to get out looking like this. His disheveled appearance made him shrink instinctively, but Lear, standing beside him, exuded overwhelming confidence despite drool on his pants and a blood-stained shirt. Yohan glanced at him and stepped aside slightly. Lear reached out, pulling Yohan’s shoulder close to him.

“Creepy hotel name, huh?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

Yohan tried to shake off Lear’s hand but noticed the “Patrice” sign above the revolving door. Lear clicked his tongue and began explaining why the hotel was named Patrice.

“Patrick in French is Patrice. Ridiculous, right?”

“Patrick, as in…”

“My dad’s name. The original owner was my father.”

In other words, this hotel belonged to Lear. Yohan realized Lear wasn’t just born with a silver spoon but a vibranium one.

“It’s not even funny. Acting like some romantic legend without even being married. And he switched partners dozens of times even after I was born.”

“…”

“Anyway, if we get married, let’s rip that sign off and replace it with your cute Korean name.”

“I told you to stop with the nonsense.”

“We’ll make the hotel’s theme the ultimate honeymoon destination and create wedding packages.”

“Enough!”

As Yohan tried to cover Lear’s mouth, Lear glanced at the revolving door and suddenly spouted a random story.

“We’re a couple who went to a horror museum, messed with a toy, and ruined our clothes.”

“That’s a very detailed setup.”

“I’m not just good downstairs; I’m pretty great up here too. I can whip up a story like this in no time.”

“In my experience, people who talk like that are usually cult leaders or con artists.”

Just as Yohan threw a jab at Lear, a middle-aged woman rushed out from inside the hotel. Her name tag, attached to her uniform, suggested she was the general manager. Lear casually waved at her, wiggling his fingers in greeting.

“Long time no see, Katie.”

Lear’s familiarity with the woman named Katie felt so natural that Yohan felt uneasy. But Katie was a professional, though her eyes betrayed slight discomfort.

“I heard you were coming, but I didn’t expect you this early. My apologies.”

“Did I come that early?”

Lear muttered to himself, and Katie responded matter-of-factly, “You usually arrive late at night.”

“Oh, right. But today I’ve got a guest. If I’d known, I would’ve made a Jarvis or something. Haha.”

Lear grinned and joked, but Katie seemed uncomfortable with his humor. Unfazed, Lear continued, “By the way, is the room ready? We’re a mess and want to rest.”

“Yes. We’ve had it ready since you informed us, so no worries.”

Satisfied with Katie’s response, Lear suddenly hugged Yohan even tighter. Yohan, practically crushed against Lear’s chest, was flustered but held back from pushing him away in front of Katie, not wanting to make the situation weirder. He just wanted to get to a room and rest. But Lear, dragging Yohan along, started spouting nonsense.

“If you hadn’t insisted on stopping at the horror museum, we wouldn’t have come so early and put Katie in a bind.”

Shameless jerk. Yohan pinched Lear’s waist, forcing an awkward smile. “Haha. Calling me ‘babe’? Even if it’s a joke, that’s a bit much, don’t you think? We just met at a club and had some fun. Saying stuff like that makes people misunderstand.”

“Babe, you drank a lot last night, but we got married, and now you’re acting like this? You were wild in bed, devouring me. Huh?”

“…”

“That’s why I was gonna get a Cartier ring in a hurry… If you’re just shy, I’ll let it slide. Give me a signal. Pinch my side lightly.”

Speechless at Lear’s audacity, Yohan glared at him fiercely. But Lear leaned in closer, shamelessly touching Yohan. Fearing he’d get dragged into Lear’s game and lose everything, Yohan clamped his mouth shut.

“Let’s not do this here. Let’s go to the room and talk with our bodies.”

“What…”

“To jog your memory, we should do exactly what we did last night. Plus, our clothes are dirty.”

“Fine, fine. Just stop…”

Feeling like he’d have to keep up this comedy routine with Lear in this state, Yohan went along with it. Lear burst into laughter, gestured to Katie to lead the way, and she, unlike when she greeted them at the door, was all professionalism.

They arrived at the VIP elevator, and Yohan chewed his lip, watching Katie’s back. If no one was watching, he’d want to twist Lear’s arm and slug him.

“Have a pleasant stay.”

As soon as they reached Lear’s penthouse suite, Katie bowed politely and left. Yohan couldn’t stop her, likely due to her discomfort with her boss, but instead, he stood stiffly and threw shade at Lear. “You know I put up with a lot of crap to save your social face, right?”

“Kitty, that hurts. We agreed to come here as a couple. Katie thinks so too.”

“But not married, right?”

“You know there are a lot of eyes here. I’ve taken precautions, and for a business out in the open like this, I’m extra careful, so there’s less to worry about… But you never know with people. Especially with so many targeting me—the more there are, the higher the chance of something bad happening. They’re like foxes.”

Yohan thought it was a good thing Lear wasn’t in the religious game. He’d succeed at anything, but as a cult leader, he’d have ruined more lives than just Yohan’s.

“At least if they’re confused about whether you’re an FBI agent, that’s better, right?”

“Well… yeah…”

“Kitty, looking at your cute outfit, it might take longer than expected… Maybe they’ll never figure out you’re a government agent getting a paycheck.”

Yohan bristled at Lear’s sudden fashion critique but held back his anger. Lear, grinning like he was enjoying himself, opened the door with a keycard.

At that moment, Yohan forgot all about Lear’s words. The grandeur of the lobby had already overwhelmed him, but the penthouse suite was even more extravagant. The room, with its massive windows showcasing Las Vegas and furniture that screamed expensive, was a dream. Yohan’s expression softened at the thought of staying in a room he could never afford in a lifetime, even if he wasn’t here for a honeymoon, as Lear joked.

Trying to hide that grin, huh? Our agent is just too cute.

Despite his rough talk, Lear smiled warmly at Yohan’s sparkling eyes. Whoever nicknamed him Kitty nailed it, Lear thought, grinning as he quoted Las Vegas’s famous sign: “Welcome to fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada!”

Yohan, feeling teased like a country bumpkin, coughed to hide his softened expression, his face flushing with embarrassment.

“When I come to Vegas, this is where I stay. If I’d known, I’d have ordered a ton of condoms and lube.”

Lear, lamenting the rushed situation, got a raised eyebrow and a snappy response from Yohan. “Who said I’d sleep with you?”

“Gotta make a honeymoon baby. Oh, then we don’t need condoms, do we?”

At the absurd remark, Yohan waved his hand like he was shooing a mosquito. “Enough. So… how many people have you done it with here?”

The thought of Lear bringing others here to sleep with made Yohan uneasy and irritated.

“Gasp, babe. Are you jealous? Worried I slept with someone else?”

“Jealous? Ha!” Yohan was flustered by Lear’s cutesy act, which didn’t match his looks or size. “I was just… curious, okay?”

“Truth is, Yohan, you’re the first. So take responsibility for me forever.”

“You think I’m an idiot?”

Yohan’s face turned even redder than before. He couldn’t understand why Lear’s nonsense made him so flustered. Unable to look at Lear, Yohan averted his gaze.

“Ugh, it’s hot.”

Yohan coughed awkwardly, shaking out his clothes. Lear, unable to hold back, kissed Yohan’s face all over and slipped his hand under Yohan’s shirt.

Yohan felt a slight thrill at Lear’s natural moves, his body heating up.

“You’re gonna shamelessly claim I’m the first even here?”

“It’s all about mindset.”

Grinning, Lear locked eyes with Yohan, deftly pulling the gun from Yohan’s pants and tossing it to the floor. Then Lear buried his face in Yohan’s neck, instinctively seeking an omega’s pheromones. Of course, Yohan gave off none. Yohan grabbed Lear’s arm, pulling it away, and said, “What are you, a dog?”

“Yup. You keep calling me a dog, so I thought I’d act like one.”

Yohan stepped back slightly from Lear’s intensified, wilder-than-usual eyes. “You never back down.”

“Since we’re on the topic, wanna do it like dogs today?”

“Stop with the nonsense.”

“You’re sexiest when you talk like that.”

Lear laughed and approached. Yohan turned away, knowing he’d fall for Lear’s charm if their eyes met.

“I need to shower first.”

“Together?”

Lear, now close, began unbuttoning Yohan’s Hawaiian shirt. Two buttons in, Yohan’s chiseled chest was revealed.

Lear licked his lips, buried his face in Yohan’s neck, and groped him. As Lear tried to guide Yohan to the bathroom, Yohan kicked his shin. “Oof.” Despite the sound, Yohan didn’t look at Lear and spun around, shouting, “I’m showering first!”

Lear wanted to say there were two bathrooms but didn’t. Instead, he followed Yohan closely. His shin still hurt, but he couldn’t miss this chance.

“Not that way.”

At Lear’s words, Yohan fumbled and changed direction. He looked like a penguin wandering on ice, making Lear chuckle as he grabbed Yohan’s hand.

“Our baby’s hands are so rough from all the hard work.”

Lear noticed the veins on Yohan’s rugged, calloused hands. Not his type, but oddly thrilling, Lear smiled softly. Yohan’s shoulders twitched, his dark eyes shaking.

“What’re you talking about!”

“You’re blushing even more just from holding hands. Secretly pure, huh.”

Yohan, feeling his face burn, tried to shake Lear off, but Lear gripped tighter, pulling him along as Yohan had no choice but to follow.

Lear, finding Yohan’s reaction adorable, teased with a playful tone. “You’re so baby-like, I can’t help but worry.”

Baby? Baby… Yohan was speechless, his stomach churning. If anyone else heard, he’d want to smash a window and jump. Thirty-five and called a baby. Baby. Baby…! Lear’s voice echoed in his head. Seeing awful things all day must’ve messed with his mind.

“Might get lost somewhere or picked on by fearless punks.”

Yohan’s head was still a mess, regardless of Lear’s words.

“I’m so worried…”

Lear, seeing Yohan’s unhidden panic, thought his words hit hard. He led the tense Yohan toward the terrace with a sly grin.

A cool evening breeze and a view of Las Vegas greeted them, along with a jacuzzi deep enough to be a pool.

As Yohan snapped back to reality and tried to pull away, Lear, as if waiting, lifted him and dropped him into the water with a splash.

Yohan flailed, startled, then stood, wiping his face. “Hey! I swallowed water…!”

Yelling at Lear, Yohan froze. His annoyed expression was quickly overtaken by embarrassment. He must look foolish, yet he couldn’t tear his eyes from Lear, whose wet clothes revealed his natural physique.

“H-here…”

Yohan, flustered by Lear’s perfume-ad-like appearance, stepped back instinctively, only to realize he was cornered and bit his lower lip. As Lear closed in, Yohan swallowed hard and tried to push him away. Lear’s brow furrowed slightly. Seeing that, Yohan’s resolve weakened. Unable to look at Lear’s face, he turned away and spoke. “It’s outside.”

“It’s the 70th floor.”

“I mean…”

Hesitating, Yohan was interrupted as Lear grabbed his chin, locking eyes and asking, “You don’t like it?”

Yohan couldn’t speak. With Lear’s determined look, the word “no” wouldn’t come out.

Seizing the moment, Lear nibbled Yohan’s lower lip. As Yohan’s mouth opened, Lear slid his tongue inside, gently exploring.

Meanwhile, Lear tore off Yohan’s cumbersome shirt, unbuckled his pants, and slipped his hand into Yohan’s water-soaked underwear. He could feel Yohan’s now rock-hard, throbbing erection.

“You weren’t planning to ditch me and take care of this alone, were you?”

Lear widened his eyes in mock surprise before chuckling softly, calling Yohan cute. Without hesitation, he gripped Yohan’s shaft and began stroking it vigorously. The calm sounds of the surroundings instantly turned wild, with water splashing everywhere.

“Ah…!”

Yohan let out a moan, overwhelmed by the sensation of Lear’s large hand gripping and stroking him. Unconsciously biting his lower lip, he couldn’t help but tilt his head back under the unbearable sensation, making it even harder to stifle his moans.

“Hng…”

Yohan reached out, grabbing Lear’s solid shoulders. For a moment, he tried to push him away, but his strength quickly gave out, and his body trembled as he climaxed. Meeting Lear’s gaze, Yohan gripped his shoulders tightly with his fingertips, feeling a pang of guilt as if he’d been the only one enjoying it.

“Wanna… put it in?”

Even if it was impulsive, Yohan mustered the courage to set aside his pride and ask. Lear felt like his mind was going blank at the sight.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy?”

Seeing Lear’s furrowed brow, Yohan blurted out something he’d never normally say. “It just… got exciting, and come to think of it, it’s been a while—”

“No need for excuses.”

Embarrassed by Lear’s words, Yohan rolled his eyes and started rambling. “By the way, Liz, won’t doing this here make it hard to clean up?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Though it felt like their usual dynamic had flipped, Yohan shut his mouth and looked at Lear.

Lear pressed himself closer, exhaling hot breath, then lifted Yohan, positioning him half-sitting on the edge of the jacuzzi.

“Is it okay to just do it?”

Why was he even asking at this point? Instead of answering, Yohan grabbed Lear’s cheeks and kissed him.

At Yohan’s bold move, Lear let out a laugh and returned a passionate kiss, as if devouring him. He yanked down Yohan’s clinging pants and underwear, tossing them out of the jacuzzi. Biting Yohan’s neck, Lear lifted his body again.

Yohan, suddenly out of the water, instinctively shrank back, clinging to Lear tightly.

Finding it adorable, Lear gripped Yohan’s hips with one hand and slipped a finger into his entrance with the other.

With just one finger inside, Yohan’s tongue, which had been eagerly exploring Lear’s mouth, stiffened, and his tension was palpable. Lear didn’t stop, lightly biting Yohan’s soft tongue while forcing his finger deeper, pressing against the inner walls.

“Ah…”

Their lips parted, and Yohan let out a moan, his body trembling. He couldn’t believe he was feeling this much from just a finger, but the pleasure shooting through his nerves made him rest his forehead on Lear’s shoulder.

“It’s… weird… ah…”

Each time, Yohan’s moans and hot breath pierced Lear’s ears, driving him to the edge of reason.

“Stop… Liz, ah… hng…”

Yet Yohan still had enough composure to complain. He frowned, hyper-aware of his sensitive state. He couldn’t tell when his body had become so responsive to a man’s touch, but he wanted to cling to Lear, craving rougher stimulation.

“More… a bit…”

“Kitty, did you sneak some drugs or something?”

Annoyed by Lear’s gentle question, Yohan bit his shoulder. Lear clicked his tongue at Yohan’s unusually bold behavior, set him down from his embrace, and turned his body around.

He wanted to do it while looking at Yohan’s flushed, adorable face, but he feared losing all control and ruining him, earning lifelong resentment.

Sighing, Lear unzipped his water-soaked pants, pulled out his fully erect member, and rubbed it between Yohan’s thighs. The jacuzzi water splashed like waves, hitting Yohan’s body with each motion.

“Ah…”

The sensation was stranger underwater. Yohan felt enveloped by an odd feeling, unlike usual. The shape of Lear’s thick, hard shaft sliding between his thighs was vividly clear. As it moved slowly, brushing past Yohan’s erection and prodding near his navel, Yohan instinctively tensed his legs.

“Ugh!”

Lear let out a slight moan, grabbed Yohan’s waist, pulled him closer, and moved. Just as Yohan thought he’d burn up and was about to say something, Lear, as if waiting, parted Yohan’s cheeks and began pushing his member into his entrance.

“W-Water’s getting… ahh…”

Startled, Yohan tensed, but Lear furrowed his brow and thrust deeper. The tight passage was forced open, and it felt like the jacuzzi water was flooding inside. Feeling even more constricted than usual, Yohan moaned, bit his lower lip, leaned forward, and gripped the jacuzzi’s edge tightly.

“Hng… ugh… it hurts… ah…!”

His legs trembled, barely holding up, and Yohan thought he’d never get used to Lear’s overwhelming size. Could someone who wasn’t an omega even adjust to this?

Yohan wanted to curse Lear’s ridiculously large member, but his breath caught, and he could only gasp. Instead, he cursed him inwardly.

Get tired of it just once, and I’ll make sure you can’t even dream of this.

Though only moans escaped his lips, Lear somehow sensed Yohan’s inner cursing. Despite the tight pressure, he thrust his member in to the hilt without hesitation.

“Ugh!”

Yohan felt like his body was being torn apart. Panicking, he thrashed instinctively, but Lear had no intention of letting go. Holding Yohan tighter, he began moving.

The sounds of splashing water and skin colliding filled the air. Perhaps because of the unfamiliar outdoor setting, Yohan felt more stimulated than usual, his brain melting under the intensity.

“Ahh… stop, ah…!”

Overwhelmed by the fear of something going wrong, Yohan tried to pry off Lear’s hands. The pressure filling his insides made his head spin, and an anxiety that he’d never escape Lear crept in. He twisted his hips to break free, but Lear gripped him tightly and said, “Stop? Haa… You’re gripping me so tight and trying to escape?”

“It’s… you’re too big… ahh… ugh…”

“Yeah, sorry.”

Brushing off Yohan’s words, Lear held his squirming body and thrust upward roughly.

“Ugh!”

As if done holding back, Lear moved slowly, grinding inside with his member. The water amplified the pressure.

“Relax… haa…”

“Ugh… ah… aaah…”

Lear’s words didn’t register. Yohan focused solely on the sensation piercing through him.

“Hng… ugh… ah…!”

Truthfully, Lear planned to do as he pleased regardless of Yohan’s response. He stirred inside gently at first, then drove Yohan into a frenzy of intensity.

Yohan, breathless from the overwhelming stimulation, thrashed and accidentally stepped on Lear’s foot, making his body jolt. Lear kissed the back of Yohan’s head, sighed deeply, and asked tenderly, “Haa… Feels that good?”

Finding Yohan’s reactions—squirming on his foot and responding to his movements—adorable, Lear lifted him slightly, pulled his member halfway out, and thrust back in deeply.

“Ugh!”

Startled, Yohan let out a moan, his body trembling with the electrifying pleasure that felt like a blow to his head.

Wanting to see it again, Lear propped Yohan’s body half on the jacuzzi’s edge, gripped his thighs firmly, and thrust aggressively between them. Unable to hold out, Yohan climaxed again.

“Ugh…”

His vision blackened briefly before his senses returned, and Yohan hated himself for finishing so quickly. Worse, Lear, filling his insides, had no intention of letting up.

“Wait… just a sec…!”

Lear, his arousal spiking and fading, stroked Yohan’s waist and pulled him close. Pressing Yohan’s soaked skin against his shirt, Lear moved slowly in and out of Yohan’s tight passage.

“Ah, wait… ugh… hng… ah…”

Each wave of pressure made Yohan whimper in distress, but his entrance still gripped Lear tightly, his softened body responding even more to Lear’s movements.

“It’s okay… ah.”

“Hng… it’s not… aaah!”

Lear, unbothered, did what he wanted. He caressed Yohan’s abs with his large hand, thrusting deeply and touching his chest. Each time his fingers grazed Yohan’s hard-earned muscles, Lear’s appetite grew.

Unconsciously licking his lips, Lear kissed Yohan’s wet hair and bit his neck. A possessive urge to make Yohan his forever surged. If Yohan were an omega, Lear would’ve imprinted on him, swelling his toned belly repeatedly. With that thought, Lear climaxed deep inside Yohan.

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Swept up in the moment, Yohan had no choice but to give in, blaming Lear’s growing audacity.

Is it because he’s an alpha, or was he a demon in a past life?

Lear begged for one more round, but Yohan barely escaped his gaze and embrace. Finding the bathroom properly this time, he locked the door, entered the shower, and clicked his tongue at his still-heated body.

How wild has this guy been to be so damn natural and infuriatingly good at everything?

Yohan, in a foul mood, cleaned himself in the shower. The more he tried not to think, the more useless thoughts surfaced.

Imagining Lear with someone else made his mood plummet, yet he questioned why he cared. If eyes met and sparks flew, wasn’t it normal to kiss or hook up? Deciding to treat Lear like a sex toy, Yohan leaned against the wall and used him as fantasy material for another round. But as soon as he climaxed, the handful of semen brought on a moment of clarity, leading to a cold shower.

“Damn it…”

Masturbating to a guy? Yohan never imagined this would happen in his life. Even after the cold shower, his body felt hotter. Shaking off the complex feelings, Yohan wrapped a towel around his neck and strode out confidently as usual. Meeting Lear’s gaze, Yohan noticed him staring intently at one spot, blushed, and covered his lower half with the towel.

“Yohan.”

Crazy bastard. Fast, too. Unlike Yohan, Lear was in comfortable clothes, sitting casually.

“When’d you get out?”

Forgetting what he’d done in the shower, Yohan was annoyed by Lear’s heated gaze but acted nonchalant, like meeting a coworker in a locker room.

“Hey, I left my bag in your car. Go get it.”

Lear, smoking with one leg crossed, frowned. Knowing Yohan’s military background and FBI job made him desensitized to nudity, Lear still felt frustrated imagining Yohan acting like this elsewhere.

“I’ll give you some of my clothes.”

“No thanks. Not my style. Just get my bag.”

It wasn’t the time to say that, wearing just a towel, but Lear said gently, “Speaking of style, do you have to wear that? Don’t be stubborn.”

“I’ve got my own taste, okay? And I hate looking like a nerd in fancy clothes.”

Nerd? Recalling Yohan in a suit, Lear looked regretful. Unaware, Yohan urged him. “Plus, my underwear and stuff from home are in the bag, so hurry.”

Still displeased, Lear stubbed out his cigarette, stood, and strode toward Yohan. Grabbing his shoulders firmly, he said seriously, “I’ll buy you new ones. Hell, I could buy a whole store of your favorite brand. How about a style change?”

“Bragging about your money?”

“Yohan.”

“Cut the crap. Get it.”

“Babe.”

“Crazy bastard. Spend like that, and you’ll end up broke.”

“Unless I screw up big time, I could support my great-grandkids’ grandkids. A little spending won’t hurt.”

“Annoying.”

Lear, insisting he wasn’t incompetent, tried to persuade Yohan. To anyone watching, he’d seem like a villainous duke flaunting wealth to seduce a naive omega. Yohan flipped him off, grabbed Lear’s crotch tightly, and said, “You know you’re a jerk, so listen before I twist your anaconda.”

“Wanna touch? Be more enthusiastic.”

Yohan recoiled, shaking his hand, then turned and shuffled toward the bed.

The clean, fluffy bedding looked inviting. Yohan sighed, planning to sleep and ask Lear why they were in Vegas, and lay down.

Suddenly, Lear grabbed Yohan’s waist.

“Ugh!”

Biting Yohan’s back lightly and kissing it, Lear said, “I’ll have it brought. Don’t be mad. Look at me.”

Yohan flinched at Lear’s words. Knowing he was weak to Lear’s face, Yohan snapped irritably, “What? I’m not mad.”

“Then why won’t you look at me?”

“Ugh, you’re so annoying.”

Lear kept pestering him embarrassingly. Reluctantly, Yohan turned slightly, looking at Lear’s brow instead of his eyes.

“Satisfied?”

Lear smirked, grabbed Yohan’s cheek, and kissed him. Rubbing Yohan’s crotch with his knee, he pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top. The towel around Yohan’s waist fell off, leaving him naked again. Lear kneaded Yohan’s body, still looking pitiful.

“By the way, Yohan, you don’t need to get dressed right now, do you?”

“We already did it once.”

“Technically, only I did.”

Yohan glared at Lear in disgust. He was acting tough, but his legs were shaky, and his insides still felt stretched and hot from Lear. Meeting Lear’s eyes, Yohan realized his mistake and bit his lower lip.

Crazy bastard…

No shame, pushing for another round. Yohan thought Lear was the worst, glaring at him like a beast. Lear leaned in with a pitiful expression, pleading, “Please?”

Yohan’s resolve crumbled. He felt like “Yohan-ICEF,” saving Lear’s rampant libido. Sure, he’d used Lear as fantasy material in the shower, but he’d sworn to ditch him if he got tired of that handsome face. Yet, with his battered body, sacrificing once more didn’t seem so bad. Hesitating, Yohan bit his lip, then relented, “Fine… but be gentle.”

The moment Yohan agreed, Lear grinned, kissed him, and Yohan naturally spread his legs, hooking his feet around Lear’s waist.

When Yohan came to, it was the next morning. Once became twice, twice became thrice. It felt like they’d gone at it so intensely that all his bodily fluids were drained, and he might’ve died.

Vowing never to fall for Lear’s seduction again, Yohan forced himself awake. But feeling someone’s body heat and a heavy sensation below, he panicked.

Below? Why below?

At first, he thought he was still half-asleep or dreaming. But soon, the menacing thing filling his insides became vivid, and pain spread from his aching waist.

“Ugh!”

Had they gone at it like beasts in an alpha’s rut or an omega’s heat cycle, exhausting themselves? Realizing Lear had fallen asleep still inside him, Yohan thought he was utterly insane. This was something he thought only happened in porn, but it was reality. Wanting to kill Lear, Yohan tried to pull away. But Lear, as if hugging a stuffed toy, pulled Yohan closer, burying his face in his neck.

“Ah…”

Not only was Lear’s monstrous thing occupying Yohan’s insides for hours, but it felt harder, perhaps due to morning wood, making Yohan’s stomach churn. Biting his lower lip and frowning, Yohan reached for Lear’s hand on his waist to pry it off. Suddenly, Lear tightened his grip.

“Damn it, if you’re awake… let go… ah…”

Lear bit Yohan’s shoulder, seeming to release his grip, only to grab Yohan’s half-erect member tightly. Yohan twisted and thrashed.

“Stop… ah…”

“A dream?”

At Lear’s husky voice, Yohan shook his head vigorously. Scratching Lear’s hand and twisting slightly was a mistake. The swollen inner walls were crushed, and intense pleasure surged through Yohan’s nerves, overwhelming him. His tender, swollen flesh, molded to Lear’s shape, instinctively clamped down. Lear frowned, gripped tighter, and pulled Yohan closer, his member pushing deeper, rubbing the walls. Yohan’s vision darkened, and all that came from his parted lips was a hoarse, ragged breath.

“Hng…”

Yohan swallowed hard, covering his mouth to stop the gagging. He felt like he might puke.

“Ah…”

Thrashing, Yohan pushed Lear’s leg and flailed, smacking Lear’s hand and shouting with all his strength, “It’s not a dream… I said it’s not!”

Snapped awake by Yohan’s shout, Lear bolted upright. His member, filling Yohan’s insides, slipped out abruptly. The sudden emptiness made Yohan tremble and climax with a groan.

“Yohan?”

Lear hurriedly checked Yohan’s state. His flushed face and body, marked by last night’s bites, were a mess with dried semen, and the bed was soaked. Seeing Yohan’s state, Lear finally realized this wasn’t a dream.