Dirty Switch

‘Wake up. There are people waiting outside.’

Unfortunately, the Friday date ended there.
By the time the capsule carrying the two of them neared the ground, Seo Baekhan pulled away from their lips and belatedly listened to Joo Taehyun’s string of explanations. That he’d been uncomfortable because the Yunra Foundation dragged Cheon Seungpil into it over his issue; that he invited Seungpil to Pyongyang to help him with his lifelong headache of a transfer assignment and to show him around, but nothing had actually been decided; that he really wasn’t anything to Seungpil, and that he never carelessly revealed hyung’s private matters to that bastard…
He didn’t seem like he was just half-listening. And the hands that tidied up Taehyun’s disheveled clothes in the meantime even felt warm.

‘Alright. I get it. It’s not like I don’t understand what kind of situation it is.’
But that was it. On the ride home, Baekhan kept smiling and responded with sincere replies, but watching that only made Taehyun more anxious.
‘Still, hyung, you were upset because of Seungpil, weren’t you?’

‘Me? Why?’
Even though he was clearly in a bad mood from Seungpil running his mouth, Baekhan kept denying it, like his life depended on it. And he genuinely seemed to believe that he wasn’t upset at all. So Taehyun had no grounds to keep bringing it up. If the person doesn’t accept the apology, there’s no way to continue it.
‘…If that’s the case, then I’m glad. I was just bothered by it, that’s all.’

‘Haha, why? Because you feel like the date got ruined?’
‘N-No, not just that… I mean, on a human level, it’s kind of messed up, isn’t it? The way Seungpil uses your name so casually like that.’
He said that, but it was because he felt like the date had been ruined. That’s why he kept saying the same thing, again and again. He’d been so excited to ride the Ferris wheel, even though he wasn’t feeling well. He even bragged to his sister about it. It was disappointing that it ended like this. He was so disappointed that by the time he started to resent Baekhan for picking up someone else’s call during their date, the car had already pulled into the parking lot.

‘Taehyun.’
‘Yeah?’
‘Mm, your lips aren’t fully healed yet.’

Seo Baekhan suddenly leaned in close, inspecting the corners of his mouth that were slightly split.
‘Ah, it only looks that way. It doesn’t hurt. I can eat just fine, so don’t worry.’
Trying to hide how giddy he felt, Taehyun played with his earlobe, mumbling whatever came to mind.

They had just kissed like they were stealing each other’s breath on the Ferris wheel, but the mood now was completely different. If that felt like punishment, this felt like they were just about to share a real kiss, and his heart started racing on its own.
Maybe hyung’s really in a better mood now. That would be nice. It’s a little disappointing to just come back after sitting in the Ferris wheel, but staying close like this and ordering something good at home wouldn’t be bad either. They hadn’t had a date like that before…
‘Yeah?’
Just as he was going over delivery menu ideas—which Baekhan normally never eats—the sharp click snapped him out of it. It was a sharper, harder metallic sound than unbuckling a seatbelt. Like…

‘Then can you suck me off?’
…Right, that’s the exact sound a belt buckle makes when it comes undone.
‘Here…? But this is the parking lot.’

‘So? It’s just us anyway.’
And after that… he literally remembered nothing.
‘You’re already dripping just from sucking me off.’

While sucking off Baekhan in the car, he got completely intoxicated on the scent of peaches and ended up in the guest room, dragged there by Baekhan. From that point on, he was just endlessly pounded with Baekhan buried deep inside him.
Whenever he passed out—no, more like fainted—and barely came to, the sheets, soaked with fluids, had been replaced. It didn’t seem like the attendants had come in, so it was probably Baekhan who’d changed them roughly.
‘Taehyun, sit up for a bit. Just drink a little water… good.’

Baekhan brought over light food and pushed it to his lips. Since that happened several times, quite a lot of time must have passed. And even while he ate and drank, they continued to tangle together nonstop.
Even when his hole was so swollen he could barely feel anything, whenever Baekhan pushed in, it still softened and opened willingly. At this point, Taehyun felt like he wouldn’t respond to anyone else but Baekhan’s cock.
His over-soaked inner walls kept tightening and loosening freely under the flood of Alpha pheromones, and Baekhan praised how his hole hugged and squeezed around him.

‘Come to think of it, you learned how to tighten like this from me, didn’t you?’
‘Hyung, please… somewhere else, not here…’
‘Hm? Somewhere else where?’

‘Not here, I mean… ngh, stop…’
‘Anywhere but here? Then should we try it in the parking lot for real?’
When Taehyun shook his head in horror, sweat flew everywhere. It must have looked pathetic, but Baekhan kept teasing him with lewd remarks like he wanted to make him cry.

When Taehyun didn’t break down sobbing, Baekhan seemed to lose interest and stopped the filthy talk—but that didn’t mean the sex stopped.
The guest room wasn’t small, but the pheromones of two people filled the space so thickly that Taehyun could barely breathe. He wasn’t even in rut, but he reacted like he was several times.
Even in a daze, whenever his cock stiffened unnaturally, he hurried to cover it with his hand. He even asked Baekhan to fuck him from behind instead.

His cockhead, swollen round like it was ringed with beads, and the shaft, a bit puffier than usual—it looked strange even to him. How disgusting must it be to Baekhan, who didn’t even like sleeping with men?
But maybe because he liked the way Taehyun struggled to hide it, Baekhan only pushed him harder.
At some point, he didn’t even have the strength to moan anymore. Every time he barely parted his lips to breathe, Baekhan kissed his face again and again, as if rewarding him.

His cock flailed in sync with Baekhan’s thrusts, and when the hardened, knotted head rubbed against Baekhan’s abs, it sent tremors through his entire body. His balls slapped against his own root with loud smacks, and even though he never ejaculated, he spasmed violently, reaching orgasm.
He reached a point where he felt like he’d rather die than keep going, and then—just when he thought it was over—gentle, affectionate kisses rained down like salvation.
And so.

And so even when he thought he’d die, he kept coming back to life. A single kiss from Baekhan—sweet like a handout—was enough to revive him.
‘Raise your hips.’
When Taehyun hesitated, Baekhan smiled softly and gave his butt a light slap, saying he wasn’t going to do more, just needed to help let the cum out.

…Was it finally over?
‘I took vacation yesterday, so I definitely have to go to work today. There’s the academic event at Pyongyang University tonight too.’
Ah, the Pyongyang U academic event… Wasn’t I supposed to go to that too? What day was that again…?

Clutching his barely functioning brain, Taehyun finally counted the days and instinctively opened his mouth.
‘Hyung. Then today is…’
‘It’s Tuesday. Still morning.’

Not just a day or two—they’d been holed up in the guest room together for four days.
“…Are all Alphas like this?”
Taehyun muttered to himself, wiping his dry face. Even thinking back on it, it didn’t feel real.

That Seo Baekhan had pounded him for four days.
That his own body had taken it.
“Young master?”

“…Ah, just talking to myself. I’ll take it from here. You can go.”
“But—”
“I think it’ll be easier for me if I do it alone.”

He said that, but even standing was difficult.
He had sprayed cooling agents and used muscle patches constantly, but his body still refused to cooperate. Only after alternating muscle relaxants and painkillers down his sore throat could he barely get up, wash, and get dressed…
The funny part was, even in this wreck, he still felt Baekhan’s pheromones inside him and felt oddly satisfied. His entire body was shattered, but the genetic imprint inside him pulsed more vividly than ever. Maybe it was thanks to the one-sided imprinting that he was even able to survive four days with Baekhan…

Still, imprinting aside, this wetting issue like an Omega—he really hoped someone could fix it. The way his body reacted instantly to Baekhan’s scent made normal life impossible.
“You ready?”
“Gah—h-hyung?”

Taehyun, wearing only a shirt and shirt garters while taping his legs, squeaked out a broken voice. Baekhan had barged in without warning.
“I knocked a few times, but you didn’t answer. Thought maybe you’d collapsed. Are you okay?”
He felt shy for a moment, being half-naked like this—but after everything Baekhan had seen, what was the point?

“Yeah, nothing that bad.”
Trying to act normal, Taehyun kept his head down and focused. They needed to confirm the key points for today’s event. The sooner he finished, the better.
“You drank something warm, right? Your voice sounds way bette—”

Baekhan stepped in, reaching out to help with the taping, but suddenly froze.
…What?
Sensing something odd, Taehyun realized—he’d gone completely stiff, even squeezed his eyes shut.

It was the first time.
Even if it was involuntary… it was the first time he himself had pulled away from Seo Baekhan.