Woosung Alpha’s Sour Grapes

Chapter 36

“Are you okay?”

Tae-geon’s gentle voice coming from outside the door made every hair on his body stand on end, sending shivers through him. His hole twitched uncontrollably.

“Huk!”

…No. Don’t do this, please. Please. Stop it. Stop.

Hyeon-woo shook his head desperately, biting his lips hard to prevent any moans from escaping.

“Hyeon-woo, are you really okay?”

Hyeon-woo’s eyes lost focus and became cloudy. His hand holding the flute had already begun violently thrusting into his hole, using Tae-geon’s voice as accompaniment.

Blood finally burst from Hyeon-woo’s lips as he bit down trying to hold back his moans. There was no way to suppress the surging, ugly desire. It was devastating. Hot tears streamed down from the corners of his tightly shut eyes.

“…Hyeon-woo.”

Even as the voice called his name several times, Hyeon-woo couldn’t answer.

“Han Hyeon-woo!”

Tae-geon’s voice became urgent as he called out.

“Hyeon-woo, I’m coming in.”

“No!!”

Hyeon-woo screamed as if having a seizure.

“Please don’t come in!! Please! Please…!”

He couldn’t let Tae-geon see this horrific sight.

“Don’t come in. Please don’t come in, you can’t come in. Absolutely not.”

Lying on the bare floor, he prodded his back entrance with the flute while his other hand gripped and shook his manhood.

Show this sight? To Tae-geon?

The mere thought made him want to die.

“Absolutely not. Absolutely… not. You absolutely… can’t come in.”

Like someone who had lost his mind, he kept muttering the same words over and over.

…Don’t come in… Don’t… come… in….

The silver flute, covered in fluid, made wet squelching sounds as it moved in and out. White pills scattered on the floor stuck to Hyeon-woo’s sweat-covered skin like barnacles.

“Hnngh….”

Hyeon-woo sobbed in agony as he twisted his burning hot body mercilessly. No matter how fast he moved his hands, no matter how intensely he stimulated the spots he’d found, he couldn’t reach climax.

Hyeon-woo.

Though he could hear Tae-geon’s voice calling him from outside, he could no longer hold onto his fading consciousness. Hyeon-woo’s pupils, completely unfocused, stared blankly into space. As his consciousness grew dim, the movements of the flute gradually slowed.

“…Nngh… hnn….”

Clear saliva dripped from Hyeon-woo’s parted lips. In his state where proper thought was impossible, only his hand holding the flute moved mechanically.

Hyeon… woo… ya….

Beyond his hazy consciousness, Tae-geon’s voice completely disappeared.

*

“Hyeon-woo.”

Hyeon-woo!

Han Hyeon-woo!!!!

Bang! Bang bang!

Tae-geon knocked on the door while calling for Hyeon-woo. The voice that had been screaming not to come in and the low moans had long since disappeared.

Tae-geon’s palms were covered in cold sweat as he repeatedly grabbed and released the doorknob. After hesitating for a while, Tae-geon finally made up his mind, turned the handle he was holding, and flung the door open. At the same time, Hyeon-woo’s strong pheromones penetrated Tae-geon’s lungs.

“Ugh!”

While barely managing to suppress his own pheromones that were about to burst out reflexively, Tae-geon headed straight for the bed where Hyeon-woo should be. But the bed was empty.

As Tae-geon moved his gaze around, he saw a white leg protruding from behind the bed frame.

When he approached, he found Hyeon-woo lying there naked among scattered pills. He immediately checked on Hyeon-woo. Behind his half-closed eyelids, his pupils had rolled back halfway. Looking not quite in his right mind, only his hand holding the flute made slight, mechanical movements.

“…nng… unng….”

Following the stimulation applied to his hole, Hyeon-woo’s lips, wet with saliva, glistened as he reflexively let out nasal sounds. The sight of his body, sprawled over scattered suppressants and penetrated by a long metal rod, was grotesque yet intensely obscene. 

“Fuck…” Tae-geon cursed under his breath as he gazed at Hyeon-woo, looking as if he wanted to devour him. Tae-geon’s eyes, fixed on Hyeon-woo’s metal rod-pierced hole, reddened underneath. The area around Tae-geon’s left crotch, swollen as if about to burst through, was already densely soaked with a sticky fluid.

Tae-geon’s pheromones, out of control, poured out thickly once again. He knew how sweet and intoxicating the sensations that hole provided were. He wanted to immediately pull out that damn piece of metal and replace it with his own, but the reality that he couldn’t was devastating.

Kneeling on one knee, Tae-geon lifted Hyeon-woo’s upper body and cradled him in his arms, placing two of his fingers into Hyeon-woo’s mouth. Then he slowly let his pheromones flow inside.

However, Hyeon-woo, who should have greedily indulged in the alpha’s flesh touching his wet mouth, merely hung limply in Tae-geon’s arms like a corpse, without the slightest movement.  

Tae-geon pressed down firmly on Hyeon-woo’s lower lip with his thumb. The soft lips parted downward, successively revealing pink gums, even teeth, and a red tongue inside.

“Whew…” Feeling his pheromones, out of control, bursting out again on their own, Tae-geon gave up on everything in despair. Seeing Hyeon-woo’s state of being half-unconscious, he felt there was no need to hold back.

Tae-geon overlapped his own on top of Hyeon-woo’s trembling lips. Pushing his tongue through the parted gap, he violated the soft inner mouth tissue as he pleased. Before long, Hyeon-woo’s tongue, which had shown no response, began to weakly wriggle and then fiercely intertwine with Tae-geon’s.

Hyeon-woo drank in Tae-geon’s tongue and saliva, highly concentrated with the alpha’s pheromones, like a wanderer on the verge of dehydration encountering an oasis in the desert. Still unsatisfied, he invaded Tae-geon’s mouth, licking the membranes and thoroughly craving every corner of Tae-geon. Hyeon-woo sucked Tae-geon’s tongue in with strong pressure.  

“Mm!” Tae-geon let out a low moan and furrowed one eye at the root-pulling suction force. 

The desperate motions were like a young beast suckling its mother’s milk.

Firmly pulling Hyeon-woo’s head towards himself and savoring the stimulation Hyeon-woo provided, Tae-geon carefully reached out his other hand, grabbed the metal rod stuck in Hyeon-woo, and pulled it out.

Tae-geon threw it on the floor and felt around Hyeon-woo’s hole with his fingers. At the sudden unfamiliar stimulus, Hyeon-woo’s tongue stopped moving and stiffened.

He coated his fingers with the sticky love juice, tapping the swollen entrance. Hyeon-woo’s entrance, which had been so swollen, eagerly puckered its wrinkles at Tae-geon’s touch. As Tae-geon leisurely enjoyed the sensation, Hyeon-woo, apparently irritated by the teasing fingering just at the entrance, began to thrust his hips.

Chuckling, Tae-geon slowly pushed two well-coated fingers into the gaping hole.  

“Heuk…! Aaahng…!” 

A shrill cry burst out from Hyeon-woo, who had been clinging to Tae-geon’s clothes and zealously exploring the alpha’s mouth. At the intense stimulation scraping down his inner walls, his waist bucked and he almost toppled backward before Tae-geon swiftly caught him in his arms.

Tae-geon draped Hyeon-woo’s limp arms around his neck and embraced him deeper than before. His left neck, where Hyeon-woo buried his face and poured out hot breaths, felt like it was burning.

“Eung…! Eung! Ah, ah! Haheuk. Eung eut…! Tae-guh-nah… Ah-eut…!”

Tae-geon’s shoulders stiffened with tension upon realizing his name was mixed in among the moans spilling out from Hyeon-woo in time with the fingering of his hole. He slowly pulled Hyeon-woo away from his embrace to examine his face.  

Saliva was still drooling out idiotically between his parted lips, and his eyes, heated with fever, were unfocused. He was calling Tae-geon’s name unconsciously.

Sighing in relief, Tae-geon cradled the back of Hyeon-woo’s head with one hand and resumed his finger movements.  

“Ah-eeut…! Ah…! Aah Tae-guh, heut!”

Tae-geon gazed at Hyeon-woo’s face as if entranced. Although his eyes were loosened and unfocused, Tae-geon’s reflection was wholly contained in Hyeon-woo’s two eyes as he beautifully pleaded and called Tae-geon’s name.  

Tae-geon’s heart beat hotly as he made eye contact with Hyeon-woo’s bare eyes craving him without any cover. It was the exact appearance of Hyeon-woo that had tormented Tae-geon countless times in his dreams.

“Tae-guh, eut. Tae-guh-nah.”

“Yes, I’m here.”

Tae-geon answered Hyeon-woo’s calls as he securely re-embraced Hyeon-woo, who kept drooping like wet cotton, in his arms. 

In his relationship with Hyeon-woo, he had never once used his voice, but he couldn’t endure not responding to Hyeon-woo repeatedly murmuring his name.

“Heu-euk! Tae-guh-nah, Tae-geon-ah….”

“Yes, Hyeon-woo-ya.”

Burying his nose deep in Hyeon-woo’s neck, Tae-geon inhaled deeply. Hyeon-woo’s dick, erect to its limit without having ejaculated even once until now, was bruised blue beyond red.  

Tae-geon decided to focus on ending Hyeon-woo’s heat cycle.

He slowly explored the soft inner walls by straightening the fingers he had pushed into the tender hole. It should be somewhere around here.

Irritated by the leisurely finger movements meticulously sweeping over each and every inner fold, Hyeon-woo whined and shook his head, buried in Tae-geon’s shoulder, from side to side. Then, grabbing Tae-geon’s arm, he roughly thrust it in and out of his hole. 

“…Heuk, eu-eut!”

“Alright, I got it, I got it.”

Chuckling at the urging motions, Tae-geon quickened his finger movements. The inner walls, melted into mushiness, clung stickily to Tae-geon’s fingers.  

As Tae-geon roughly rubbed around the prostate that he finally found, a rough breath burst out from Hyeon-woo’s mouth with a “Huk!”