Chapter 27 - Sealed with a Kiss (19+)
When he was fully intoxicated by pheromones, Heerak was swept away by his desire to immediately bury himself deep inside the omega before him. He was a slave to his instincts, digging deep inside and making a mess out of areas kept most secret.
He didn’t hate that kind of intimacy. He just took it for granted and never thought about whether he disliked it or not. Heerak felt ecstatic being able to exchange tender moments while staying relatively sober enough to carefully pay attention to each reaction.
He dropped lower, leaving a trail of red marks.
Heerak caught every stifled moan that Doseon let out as he sampled Doseon’s perineum down to his hole with his lips. Doseon quickly covered his mouth, but it was too late.
“Did it hurt?”
Heerak grinned leisurely, but he was having a hard time holding himself back. He didn’t want Doseon to know, but when Heerak heard the other man’s strained moans, he felt blood rushing down to his groin. The sighs that echoed in Heerak’s ears were stained in deep pleasure, but the moment he heard them, they drove him crazy.
Doseon searched Heerak’s face with his eyes, then shook his head side to side slightly.
“Then did you feel good?” Heerak smiled again and asked persistently.
Doseon didn’t answer immediately; he let his answer hang for a while longer, but at the insistent gaze, he nodded. Heerak smiled brightly at the honest answer, then pretended to be displeased and complained, “Could you move your hands?”
Doseon shook his head immediately. Heerak felt a bit upset by that, but he decided to leave it for now. He could simply pull Doseon’s hands away from his face later.
Heerak pushed on Doseon’s taint with the tip of his tongue and wrapped Doseon’s shaft with his hand. He gently stroked it up and down. The response to the stimulation was immediate. As Heerak felt the member in his hand grow hotter and bigger, a content smile grew on Heerak’s face.
“What are you…? Wait, Director…!” Doseon almost bolted upright in surprise, and Heerak pushed down on Doseon’s abdomen, pushing him back down. Doseon complied to the touch while looking concerned. Heerak casually ignored the other’s protest and brought his lips to the tip of Doseon’s rod. He kissed the head, making sounds, and swirled at it with the tip of his tongue before finally taking it in with his mouth. Doseon’s torso lurched and writhed from the intense pleasure he received.
“…!” Doseon’s mouth was parted, drowning in pleasure, when his eyes suddenly widened. He was so close to climax. The stimulation suddenly stopped, which left Doseon shaking and wanting more. Doseon warily gazed down at Heerak with eyes misted over with bewilderment. At that moment, his shoulders jolted in surprise. He was shocked at meeting with an unexpectedly icy pair of eyes.
“Director?” Heerak echoed back, displeased. Doseon finally realized why Heerak’s attitude became cold and said hurriedly, “That’s not what I… ugh…!”
Heerak lightly squeezed the base of Doseon’s shaft and gently blew on the surrounding hair. He almost felt sorry for Doseon, who was trembling and at a loss for what to do, which almost ruined his carefully presented act. Heerak managed to maintain his façade and mumbled in a frostier tone than before, “Director?”
He had been waiting for this moment to come.
He ignored the faint whines and embarrassed cries calling out for him just for this moment. He swore to himself that he would fix this habit. So if he made his efforts be for naught in a moment of weakness, it would be Heerak’s loss.
“Are you fine with all directors? You don’t like chairmen? What about presidents?” He unceasingly barraged Doseon with questions in a wintry voice. Doseon denied it by fervently shaking his head, but Heerak totally disregarded it and continued to question him. “I know over 10 executive directors, you know. If I introduced you to them, would you be able to do it with them? Is that what this is?”
Doseon shook his head hard. He even added, “I would never” this time. Doseon squeezed out a strained voice, so this time, Heerak felt a bit soft-hearted and lowered his eyebrows.
He was thinking of saying something a little more impolite next. He probably would not be able to fix Doseon’s habit with his efforts so far. However, Heerak could not bring himself to continue his cold charade. He felt like the soft, pleading voice lingered in his ears.
Heerak gently wrapped his palm around the trembling knees. With eyes blurry and moist with tears, Doseon met Heerak’s gaze. They peered at each other for a while. Doseon’s lips kept squirming, as if he wanted to say something, but never ended up bringing anything up. Heerak could not keep it in any longer and burst out laughing. Doseon looked a bit relieved at that and quietly smiled along.
Heerak had left Doseon hanging, right before he was able to release himself. As if to apologize, Heerak wrapped his lips around the head of Doseon’s member and swirled his tongue. Doseon’s rod, which was left twitching in its tepid heat, jolted in anticipation. Heerak was cruel on purpose, but he wasn’t able to achieve his goal. He carefully sucked at the glans and massaged the shaft, while inwardly slapping himself. When he saw the other’s eyes, wet with tears, his determination was washed away like a sandcastle on the beach.
Heerak could hear Doseon making strained sounds. Heerak flatly ignored all of Doseon’s pleas for Heerak to remove his mouth and to stop. The hitched breathing and words of refusal that he heard almost made Heerak scared that Doseon was going to faint at this rate. Heerak felt the thighs in his grasp shudder intensely. He swallowed the bitter yet warm fluid and licked off whatever remained on the head. It was quite thick, but it wasn’t as unsavory as he expected.