ATGRA 21

They say there is no one who can match him in terms of tenacity. Jung Pureum marveled at Moon Yeonghwa’s incredible mental fortitude.

They say that ordinary omegas would collapse like candles in the wind the moment their heat cycle arrived, but Moon Yeonghwa still had his reason intact.

He was displeased with the hand that kept pushing him away, telling him he could not. It was also funny how he was steadfastly hard down below, yet repeatedly said that they would be in big trouble if they did this. Especially since he could not answer properly when asked what kind of big trouble he was talking about.

When Moon Yeonghwa fumbled to take out a condom from the nightstand next to the bed, Jung Pureum’s own reason was on the verge of leaving home first.

However, belying Moon Yeonghwa’s preparedness, the standard condoms sold at convenience stores did not fit Jung Pureum’s size.

“Sexual intercourse without a condom is……”

“Hyung……”

“No, this is something you really should not do, okay? You must also keep this in mind. A healthy sex life is rooted in the preparation of healthy contraceptive devices.”

Jung Pureum eventually lowered his head and sealed Moon Yeonghwa’s lips. Although he was quite fond of Moon Yeonghwa’s chatter, this was a man who could overcome his heat cycle on his own just by talking to himself.

As their lips met, a gap naturally formed between them. Moon Yeonghwa’s arms, which had been flailing directionlessly as he was caught between the bed and Jung Pureum, wrapped around Jung Pureum’s neck. A tongue delved into his mouth.

The first kiss was even less impressive than he had imagined. It did not taste like lemons, and no bells rang in his head. If anything, it tasted a little like toothpaste. The problem was the scent rather than the taste. Due to Moon Yeonghwa’s pheromones leaking out bit by bit, Jung Pureum was also quickly enveloped in a dizzying sensation.

A thick tongue rummaged through the narrow mouth. Despite saying he could not have sex without a condom, Moon Yeonghwa lost all his strength with just one artless kiss and only held on tighter to Jung Pureum’s neck.

There was no particular resistance even as he pecked at him and took off his clothes. It was Jung Pureum, in fact, who became impatient.

Just how many years had he remained celibate with his unrequited love right in front of him? For a long time, Moon Yeonghwa had been a fruit he could not have. Unlike the saying that you might as well poke the fruit you cannot have, he was so precious that he did not dare to poke that unattainable fruit.

Then, not only did that fruit become attainable, but it also came tumbling down right in front of Jung Pureum. Whoa, it is okay to poke me, but do not actually pierce me. I might get bruised and mushy. It was the same kind of false hope, but where else would he get an opportunity like this?

Therefore, Jung Pureum had no choice but to be thirsty. He felt that if he missed this chance, the next one would never come.

His hands, clumsy as they fumbled over the body, caused about two buttons to pop off the shirt. Even with the buttons rolling on the floor, Moon Yeonghwa was too engrossed in the kiss to say anything.

It seemed he was short of breath, too. There was an insurmountable difference in lung capacity between an ordinary oriental medicine doctor and an elite swimmer.

Even knowing that, Jung Pureum did not go easy on Moon Yeonghwa. He twisted his head, forcing the kiss, and only when Moon Yeonghwa gasped for air did he breathe his own breath into him, as if performing CPR.

“Ah, heu, ugh……”

By the time a large hand began to grope his exposed bare chest, the words “I do not want to” no longer came out of his mouth. He did not have the presence of mind for that.

Instead, a mixture of pained groans and sounds of him trying to hold back moans emerged. Since he kept biting his lower lip, Jung Pureum brought his own hand and pushed it into Moon Yeonghwa’s mouth.

He had put it in so that he could bite his hand instead of his lip. But, taking it as something else, Moon Yeonghwa stuck out his tongue and licked Jung Pureum’s hand. The sensation of the rough tongue on his skin was ticklish.

The hand that had been ticklishly caressing his lean chest came to a dead stop. Whether it was due to the alpha pheromones smudged on his fingertips, or perhaps because the reason that had been working so hard had declared a strike, Moon Yeonghwa now mumbled at Jung Pureum’s hand as if sucking on a candy.

Jung Pureum’s plan to have their first time by the book, no matter what hyung said, shattered to pieces at that moment.

Unlike the shirt, which he had let him take off obediently, a faint resistance followed when he tried to remove his pants. It seemed he felt a sense of refusal about showing his wet lower half, even in his dazed state.

Only after Jung Pureum undressed first did Moon Yeonghwa pull down his own pants with a displeased expression. As he removed the clothes dangling loosely at his ankles, his soaked thighs came into view.

“You’re incredibly turned on.”

It was surprising that he had tried to avoid him until the very end despite being this aroused. He had released his pheromones to some extent, even if not overtly, but Moon Yeonghwa had resisted until the last moment.

“Do you want to keep sucking?”

Of course, the backlash was also great due to the long resistance. Since he had endured for years, suppressing his cycles with herbal medicine, the alpha before his eyes must have looked like a magnificent feast.

For Jung Pureum, being seen that way was actually a good thing. For how many years had he been desperate to be treated as a well-prepared meal rather than a precious neighborhood dongsaeng?

To the question of whether he wanted to suck, Moon Yeonghwa nodded. Normally, that would have been out of the question. He probably would have been scolded with, “Where did you learn such vulgar words?”

But Moon Yeonghwa brought Jung Pureum’s hand to his mouth again.

“So you still prefer the hand for now.”

The sound of him sucking on skin was explicit. Jung Pureum, who willingly gave his hand, used it as a pretext to blatantly suck on Moon Yeonghwa’s flat chest. There was nothing to come out, yet every time he used his teeth to painfully stimulate the areola, Moon Yeonghwa’s body would twist with a jolt.

His lean, fleshless stomach hollowed inward. It seemed he was unconsciously clenching his lower half whenever a stimulus came. Jung Pureum, who had been tracing the protruding bones and upper abdomen with one hand, pressed down on his stomach with force.

He had not even done anything significant, yet Moon Yeonghwa’s shoulders trembled. Seeing the transparent wet spot on his underwear, it seemed he might have come a little.

It was astonishing that he could reach a light climax just from having his stomach pressed slightly.

With a body so weak to pleasure, it was a mystery how he had managed to get through his heat cycles alone all this time. Seeing the box of condoms in the drawer, it was possible he had called someone else. Even if he lived next door, he could not know everything about such matters.

He was bothered by some unknown alpha whose existence he was not even aware of. Hadn’t Nam Jungyoon said so too? That Moon Yeonghwa was the only one who did not know it, but he had been quite popular when he was in college…….

Jung Pureum slightly resented the Moon Yeonghwa who, just because he wore a school uniform, had let the words ‘I like you’ go in one ear and out the other.

He was sad because it seemed that despite having gone through dozens of heat cycles, Moon Yeonghwa probably had not thought of him even once. After all the time he had spent hovering around him just to catch his eye even once, he had not even been objectified.

If I had been an alpha from the beginning, could I have gotten on top of the bed sooner? If I had been dripping with pheromones, Moon Yeonghwa would not have been able to ignore my confession so easily.

“Hyung, you’re pretending not to know on purpose, aren’t you?”

He tried speaking to him softly out of petty spite, but the other person remained silent.

Instead, his thighs, which had some flesh on them, wrapped around Jung Pureum’s waist. It was a signal to stop stimulating other places and to just put it in already.

Moon Yeonghwa’s face, which had been focused on sucking his fingers a moment ago, looked at Jung Pureum with a slack expression. His thoroughly soaked lips and the finger wet with saliva were strangely stimulating.

As he lifted and flipped his body over, a faint resistance followed again. It seemed he had completely forgotten the fact that he himself had requested the next step. Even though he must have been out of his mind from the fever, he seemed to be feeling shame for sure.

Perhaps that was Moon Yeonghwa’s true nature. He was a man whose pride alone would float even if he drowned in water.

Jung Pureum pulled down the underwear soaked with slick, and spread Moon Yeonghwa’s already wet inner thighs. Slick dripped down from between his buttocks, like a ripe fruit split in half. His legs were drenched, as if he had always been a wet type.

“Can I suck you too?”

“Ugh, you just, try it……”

It seemed like he would enjoy it if he buried his nose and stimulated him by pushing his tongue in. Moon Yeonghwa expressed his refusal more clearly than when he was flipped over.

The words “You just try it,” were repeated once more, mixed with a pained moan. Since he said no twice, Jung Pureum obediently gave up on putting his mouth on his hole.

This was not his only chance, after all.

Perhaps he would let him suck him next time. Jung Pureum was also in a state where he could not make proper judgments, being steeped in arousal and pleasure.

The act of pushing his saliva-wet hand deep inside instead of his tongue was also half based on instinct. Unlike a man who had been chaste his whole life looking only at Moon Yeonghwa, Jung Pureum skillfully stirred his inner walls.

Only two fingers had gone in, yet the inside contracted sharply. For someone with so much fluid, the passage was tight. When he swirled his fingertips around, his pelvis shot upwards with a jolt. Jung Pureum pressed Moon Yeonghwa’s body down with his own weight and slowly increased the number of fingers.

In the time it took to push in from three to four fingers, Moon Yeonghwa ended up cumming once. It was not just a matter of dripping precum; a milky white fluid messily soaked the bed.

Perhaps as an aftereffect of his release, the inside, which had been tightly clenched, loosened a little. The entrance, stretched taut from swallowing four thick fingers, mumbled like the mouth that had greedily sucked on his hand.

“Heuk, ah, there……”

“Here?”

“Yes, at, ah, ahh, there feels good……”

After coming once, his demands became clearer. Pleasure had far surpassed reason. His trembling shoulders gave up on supporting his own body and collapsed limply onto the bed.

Jung Pureum supported that limp body with his arms. The sight of him panting with his head buried in the bed, yet still pointing out the spot he wanted, looked quite lovely. Hearing him say it felt good was many times better than hearing him repeatedly say no.

When he found the spot he said felt good and pressed down with force, the lean body twitched as if it had been electrocuted. Jung Pureum lowered his head to kiss his lower back while stimulating the inside a few more times.

The slick that coated his hand as it slid out with a squelching sound was copious.