Chapter 4
“How can I make you feel good, too?”
Apparently, Jitae hadn’t been teasing the hole because he was impatient to slide it in. He had actually been trying, in his own way, to caress Kangu’s dry opening. Surprised that things weren’t going as planned, Jitae was letting out low, frustrated groans. Watching that innocent reaction, Ju Kangu looked up at the ceiling and thought to himself.
Shit. I almost came just now.
If he’d actually been able to thrust into him, his cock would already have sprayed cum everywhere.
Aside from not wanting to take it up his ass, Ju Kangu obviously enjoyed sleeping with Han Jitae. He got an erection just looking at the man’s face. No wonder it turned him on to see Jitae looking as if he were being fucked when Kangu sucked him off. He’d long since lost count of how many times he’d jerked off imagining Jitae moaning wildly while impaled on his cock.
But for now, he would hold back. Today, at least, would not be the day.
Breaking in an Alpha’s ass took time, and more often than not, there was blood at the start. Today, he just wanted to pamper Han Jitae. He was going to have him do something simple, pretend he enjoyed it, and leave it at that.
After diligently stretching the opening until he could fit another two fingers, Ju Kangu casually tossed out another order.
“Let’s see you suck my chest.”
Jitae bent down and began to suck. Maybe it was because he remembered how the others had greedily sucked and bitten at his nipples, but his tongue work was skillful. He seemed to know that pressing the tip of his tongue against the crease of those stiff peaks felt good, as did lightly biting and tugging at the tip before sucking sloppily like he was drinking milk.
He even knew to pinch the one he had already thoroughly wet when he moved onto the other nipple. Kangu let out a faint groan as his nipples were teased by Jitae’s mouth and hands.
“Ngh… This is… better… than I thought.”
The truth was, Kangu didn’t really have any erogenous zones other than his cock.
It was Jitae who was highly sensitive in his nipples. He especially loved having them flicked while held in someone’s fingers. Kangu meanwhile preferred rubbing the tip of his penis against those erect pink nubs. Doing so would make him ejaculate instantly, staining Jitae’s clean-cut face with his sticky cream.
Kangu even recalled how Jitae’s long eyelashes would get all gunked up with the thick strings of fluid.
Suddenly, Jitae flicked his nipples, shaking Kangu’s entire chest with his palms.
Ju Kangu pulled his fingers out of the hole with a sharp gasp. Three fingers were slick and drenched in clear fluid. Looking down, he saw the seed he’d shot pooling across Han Jitae’s abs.
Did I just cum from both ends just because he sucked on my nipples?
To be precise, it was the thought of coming all over Han Jitae’s face that had sent him over the edge.
At this rate, he might even have a wet dream about Han Jitae. By Ju Kangu’s standards, at least, this was pure, genuine affection. While he was still reeling in bewilderment, Han Jitae felt around his opening and spoke.
“You’re wet.”
Then, he inserted his middle and ring fingers, longer than Ju Kangu’s own, and swirled them against the inner walls.
“But you aren’t fully loosened up yet.”
“Ah!”
Ju Kangu’s knees jerked up as fingers suddenly thrust deep inside him. Han Jitae pulled Ju Kangu’s waist close, lowering his body back onto his own thighs, and relentlessly worked his fingers inside. Four fingers slid in and out with ease. His large palm slapped against Ju Kangu’s ass, making the flesh quiver. Ju Kangu’s lower back arched repeatedly, trying to escape the unfamiliar pleasure.
He was wet and felt an itch deep inside; he wanted to be filled—roughly, and by something thicker and longer than fingers. Panting, Ju Kangu hurriedly embraced Han Jitae.
“I think… I’m ready now.”
While continuing to stimulate the inner walls, Han Jitae used his free hand to support Ju Kangu’s back and slowly lay him down. He brought Ju Kangu’s long, shapely legs together and lifted them up. He curled the tip of his index finger to stretch the opening, checking just how wet and dilated it was.
Draping Ju Kangu’s legs over one shoulder, Han Jitae spoke calmly, despite his face being flushed bright red.
“I’m going in now.”
Exhaling a long breath, he aligned the tip of his fully engorged member with the opening.
Suddenly, Ju Kangu’s expression twisted into a fierce scowl as he planted the soles of his feet against Han Jitae’s broad shoulders, bringing him to a halt. He snapped out the words in a deliberately cold tone.
“Jitae. Condom.”
From the moment Ju Kangu started taking Han Jitae to clubs, he had drilled this one rule into him until it was practically etched in his brain. He had no idea where the kid had picked up the reckless habit of trying to stick his bare cock anywhere without a second thought.
Ju Kangu never set him up with anyone who looked unclean to begin with, but you never knew. And it wasn’t just about STDs, either.
If Han Jitae were to get some random Omega pregnant, Ju Kangu would lose his mind—he couldn’t even predict what he might do in a fit of rage. It wouldn’t be surprising if someone tried to tie Jitae down with a pregnancy. It wasn’t hard to imagine someone like Kwon Jaeyeong secretly feeling smug if he were to conceive Han Jitae’s child.
Han Jitae looked at Ju Kangu with a dejected expression, seemingly worried that they wouldn’t be able to go through with it after all.
“I don’t have one of those. Where do you buy them?”
Fuck. If he weren’t so damn cute, Ju Kangu would scold him until he passed out.
Then again, since Ju Kangu always brought them and the others would put them on, there was no reason for Han Jitae to have any condoms. It was unlikely that a young master from a wealthy family—who had never bought daily necessities himself—would have picked out the right size anyway. Ju Kangu had come empty-handed, too.
Seeing Han Jitae whimpering as he pressed the head of his cock heavily against the opening, Ju Kangu found his voice softening despite the tension in his stance.
“…You only get a pass on not using one when you’re fucking me. Not when you’re the one taking it. Got it?”
Only after seeing Han Jitae nod repeatedly and promise faithfully did he finally relax his expression.
“Put it in.”
Even after all that loosening up, his broad head stretched the opening tight.
His thick, hard shaft parted the inner walls without leaving a single gap. As his hips were pressed against the other man’s crotch—lifting slowly and then sinking back down—only Ju Kangu’s low, pained groans escaped his lips. Han Jitae, who usually thrust hard and deep, was suddenly acting with uncharacteristic restraint.
“You can go harder.”
Despite this, Han Jitae simply repeated the motion of thrusting all the way in and then pulling slowly all the way out.
The rough, claw-like friction against his inner walls left him feeling ticklish—a sensation that promised pure pleasure if only it were scratched. As his cock began to rise on its own, Ju Kangu grew increasingly desperate, letting out a whimper-like moan.
“Nngh… Mmh, why are you… making it so frustrating? Ah… Just like before—hurry up and… fuck me.”
“You didn’t like it before, though.”
“No, I did. I liked it. So, Jitae… please? Do something to me.”
“To think there’d come a day when you’d be the one begging me.”
Han Jitae smiled with satisfaction, turned his head, and planted a kiss on Ju Kangu’s calf, which was draped over his broad shoulder. At the same time, he began to thrust his hips upward in shallow, light strokes. Kangu’s inner walls burned from the friction of the member repeatedly connecting and pulling away. When the friction hit a spot that felt swollen from the constant rubbing, Kangu’s head snapped back.
“So, this is the spot.”
Han Jitae pulled his hips back sharply, then slammed forward in one powerful thrust.
“Ah…!”
Even though his eyes were open, Ju Kangu’s vision went completely white for a moment.
Ju Kangu couldn’t even tell exactly where “the spot” Han Jitae had mentioned was. There wasn’t a single part of him left unpressed by that massive cock thrusting hard inside him; every inch of his inner walls was being stimulated at once, causing them to convulse violently. Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar pleasure that made his insides tremble, Ju Kangu instinctively clenched his rear so tightly that dimples formed on his cheeks.
At that, Han Jitae began to thrust his hips frantically, like a dog in heat.
“Ah… Kangu. You’re squeezing so tight. And it’s so slick… hah… I think I’m gonna cum.”
As if the thrusting wasn’t enough, Han Jitae grabbed the backs of Ju Kangu’s knees, forcing his legs wide apart toward his face to press their lower bodies even closer together. The messy, wet sounds of his hips slamming against Ju Kangu’s grew rapid and intense.
“I think I’m gonna cum, Kangu. Ha… ah. Should I pull out? Do I need to pull out?”
“Nngh… ah! No, wait. Just a little longer. Hah! Just hold on a bit.”
Now, it wasn’t just his inner walls—every inch of his skin felt a maddening, electric itch.
Ju Kangu groaned loudly, his body thrashing and making the mattress springs bounce beneath him as waves of pleasure swept through him. Just as he was gasping for breath at the peak of a chilling, liberating release, Han Jitae—seemingly tireless—thrust into him with such intensity it felt as though he meant to wear his cock down to nothing.
Before long, a piercing, ecstatic cry burst from between Ju Kangu’s teeth.
“Hngh!”
His rear flooded with fluid, as if a dam had burst, and his inner walls burned with heat. It felt as though an aphrodisiac were being slathered thick over his scorching mucous membranes. In that instant, the faint scent of hydrangeas swelled to fill the entire bedroom.
Is this… a pheromone?
He had released Omega pheromones before, but this was the first time they had erupted unintentionally.
As Kangu’s beaded cock went limp against his lower abdomen, dribbling thin semen, Han Jitae arched his back sharply. Then, he moved his hips slowly back and forth, soothing his throbbing member against Ju Kangu’s inner walls.
By the time Ju Kangu had caught his breath, Han Jitae had come several times. Then he thrust his cock even deeper. He drove it into the deepest recesses of the belly, a place it seemed it shouldn’t reach, and suddenly, his cheeks shuddered violently.
“Aghhh…”
Overwhelmed by the unfamiliar, intrusive sensation, Ju Kangu groaned in distress, his brows furrowed deeply.
Having fully spent himself, Han Jitae loosened the arms that had been holding Ju Kangu so tightly it was as if he were folding him in half. Ju Kangu stroked the back of Han Jitae, who had slumped heavily onto him, and asked calmly,
“Did you pee, too?”
“…I don’t know.”
Han Jitae turned his head away from Ju Kangu’s shoulder, revealing a dejected expression.
“Sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
He had only asked out of curiosity; even if Han Jitae had actually had an accident inside, he wouldn’t have minded much. It was natural to feel the urge to urinate after climaxing, and before meeting Han Jitae, Ju Kangu himself had ended almost every sexual encounter by peeing.
His large cock slid right out of the opening. The sensation, like a waterfall gushing out, made even Ju Kangu feel a bit sheepish.
It feels just like I’m peeing backwards.
Han Jitae lay down on his side next to Ju Kangu. Ju Kangu turned as well, brushing Han Jitae’s soft, sweat-dampened, slightly wavy hair back from his forehead. He looked even more beautiful with his smooth forehead exposed.
“Still, let’s use a condom.”
Like most male Omegas, Ju Kangu had had the organs needed to carry a pregnancy removed as soon as he presented. There was no risk of infection—at least, no risk of him infecting Han Jitae. Since meeting Han Jitae, he had strictly avoided any physical contact that could lead to transmission.
He brought others into the bedroom simply because he wanted to see Han Jitae aroused. The sight of Han Jitae’s face—drenched in Omega pheromones and ecstatic as he thrust into a slick, responsive opening—was something Ju Kangu alone couldn’t elicit, given his own limited functionality as an Omega. At times, he would even watch Han Jitae sleep with someone else without undressing himself.
Thinking about it, Ju Kangu really was out of his mind.
“Even a lunatic who gets off on his lover sleeping with someone else would use a condom.”
“Are you bothered by what Hyeonseung said?”
“Took you long enough to notice. I’m properly pissed off, so you’d better make it up to me.”
“What do I have to do?”
“Call your lover, not a babysitter, when you’re drunk. Don’t praise other guys in front of me, especially saying things like that ‘thug’ is considerate.”
“…Don’t call Hyeonseung a thug. You keep calling him that, and it made me slip up yesterday, too. Even if he doesn’t show it, Hyeonseung gets hurt when you talk like that.”
“I was hurt when he called me a lunatic, too. Doesn’t it make you mad that Woo Hyeonseung badmouthed me?”
When Ju Kangu protested with a feigned pout, Han Jitae broke into a soft smile.
Then, lowering his voice as if they were about to become accomplices in some mischief, he whispered,
“I was furious. A mere Beta, running his mouth without even understanding what these traits are really like. He speaks so recklessly. Right?”
Based on the description, Ju Kangu had naturally assumed he was an Alpha—but it turned out he was a Beta.
In that case, it would naturally be even harder to understand Ju Kangu. Even his own parents had failed to understand him; they had long since given up on trying to set him straight, content simply to let him run wild outside as long as he didn’t cause any trouble.
No one understood him. It was a result of his nature, his biological traits compounded by the unruly temperament he was born with.
Yet, Han Jitae said this:
“I know. That’s why I understand you.”
Come to think of it, it was only natural. Han Jitae was cut from the same cloth as Ju Kangu.
Overjoyed and feeling a touch of bashfulness, Ju Kangu lowered his head and smiled faintly. He cleared his throat and changed the subject, adopting a composed tone.
“How did you know I don’t feel anything from behind? Did I react differently than other Omegas?”
“No? How do other Omegas react?”
Ah, right. He was the type who didn’t pay attention to others.
Still, it seemed Ju Kangu really was Han Jitae’s lover. A smile spread across his face at the realization that he was being treated specially by Han Jitae.
However, just as Ju Kangu was basking in that feeling of pride, Han Jitae dropped a bombshell.
“I knew because I’ve taken it from behind.”
“What?”
Ju Kangu froze, unable to immediately process what he’d just heard.
As far as Ju Kangu knew, Han Jitae had never been taken from behind. And the only way someone else could sleep with Han Jitae was under Ju Kangu’s strict control.
So, the fact that he had been penetrated meant Han Jitae had engaged in sex on his own terms.
And he had done it without Ju Kangu knowing.
“I got really wet when I slept with Hyeonseung. Everything got, um… really soft. I liked that feeling so much that I did the exact same thing for you.”
Every single word Han Jitae uttered was a shock.
“…You slept with Woo Hyeonseung? You took it from behind? And you enjoyed it?”
“Yeah.”
Ju Kangu couldn’t fathom how Han Jitae could answer without a moment’s hesitation—so readily that it almost seemed innocent.
Or is this only natural?
It felt as though he was finally being punished for his past misdeeds.
Considering how he had treated Han Jitae all this time, it made sense that the other man could speak so casually about sleeping with someone else. Ju Kangu found himself wondering why he was even shocked now. Just then, Han Jitae offered a telling clue.
“I like Hyeonseung. Just as much as I like you.”
It was because Han Jitae liked Woo Hyeonseung.
On top of that, Han Jitae had even slept with someone else he liked—someone other than Ju Kangu. By Ju Kangu’s standards, that was cheating.
“So, I’d like the two of you to get along.”
It was an absurd request.
Unlike sex, a romantic relationship wasn’t something three people could share. As of today, Ju Kangu had pledged his devotion to Han Jitae, and now, he wanted to be in love.
Just as he was left speechless, at a loss for where to even begin explaining, Han Jitae stared intently into his eyes with that characteristic, unwavering gaze of his.
“Am I weird?”
In that moment, Ju Kangu’s heart pounded just as hard as it had when Han Jitae once told him he seemed “a little crazy.”
This time, it wasn’t just a feeling of excitement. Han Jitae planted a gentle kiss on Ju Kangu—who had gone rigid—wearing an expression of utmost tenderness. He asked, his look languid yet filled with anticipation,
“I understand you. Will you understand me, too?”
My life is seriously about to go to hell.