Chapter 151

A shuddering heat surged up Yo Han’s spine. His hand froze where it was.

“......”

For a moment, he could say nothing, only panting harshly. Perhaps his breath was stimulating him, because Gyeol’s jaw twitched several times. Even that struck Yo Han as unbearably intense—proof that Gyeol was responding to him.

“...You’re far too drunk right now. Seriously.”

Keeping perfectly still, Yo Han desperately clung to the last thread of reason. But Gyeol answered without concern, rendering his hard-won words meaningless.

“...Yes. I am.”

A faint smile colored his answer. He seemed to be enjoying the situation.

“But it’s still... true that you’re the reason I got like this.”

He whispered with his lips pressed close to Yo Han’s ear. After letting out a breathy little laugh, he placed his lips directly against Yo Han’s earlobe.

“That has nothing to do with being drunk. ...Does it?”

His speech shifted chaotically between casual and formal. Yo Han felt as though his own mind were growing hazy along with it. If Gyeol had merely babbled nonsense, Yo Han could have dismissed it as drunken rambling. But drunk Gyeol was not only intensely seductive—he was also devastatingly perceptive and uninhibited.

He left Yo Han completely unable to move.

“...And it isn’t the first time I’ve gotten like this.”

Yo Han’s head spun.

Perhaps his blood was circulating so quickly that the alcohol was only now striking him. Perhaps he was drunk on pheromones. Or perhaps he had stolen Gyeol’s intoxication by biting and sucking for so long at the tongue and inner flesh of a man who had consumed so much alcohol.

“Since coming here.”

No matter how Yo Han tried to interpret the words differently, they sounded like Gyeol was saying, You’ve made me aroused before, even after we came to Pheromone Island.

It felt as though every drop of blood in his body rushed into his cock. The base was no longer merely tingling. It was beginning to hurt.

Breathing was difficult. Each inhale filled his lungs with pheromones that seemed to numb them.

The dark, depraved depths within Yo Han urged him on again and again.

You can’t endure it anymore. You’ve already endured for so long. He wants it himself, so why are you acting so unlike yourself...?

Yo Han clenched his molars. The muscles in his jaw stood out sharply.

When he neither answered nor moved, spending every ounce of strength on restraint, Gyeol slid his lips down and kissed the side of Yo Han’s neck. He buried his hot face there.

Yo Han’s shoulders rose involuntarily.

“...Yo Han.”

With his face still buried against Yo Han’s neck, Gyeol murmured in a secretive voice.

“Where did that garbage version of you from before go?”

The words provoked Yo Han while simultaneously making him even less capable of moving.

Gyeol covered the back of Yo Han’s hand completely with his own and pulled it downward.

His other hand fidgeted for a moment. Then he guided Yo Han’s hand inside his pajama pants.

Immediately afterward, Yo Han realized Gyeol had pushed him somewhere even more intimate.

Inside his underwear.

Heat that seemed hot enough to burn had pooled there, far hotter than beneath the blanket.

Gyeol pressed Yo Han’s palm firmly against his groin with their overlapping hands.

Even from the briefest touch, the delicate skin felt extraordinarily soft and smooth.

In other words, there was no pubic hair.

The realization made Yo Han’s face flare uncontrollably hot. Their position prevented him from looking down, and although he did not dare imagine it, the sensations beneath his fingertips painted the image in his mind on their own.

That place would be pale and smooth, flushed reddish from the heat.

“...You aren’t impotent, are you?”

Gyeol asked in a breath-filled voice. His tone was playful.

“Watch what you......”

“I don’t think you are. ...Do you know the tip is barely brushing my thigh?”

As he spoke, Gyeol raised his thigh slightly.

The inside of his thigh pressed against the tip of Yo Han’s rigid cock. A heavy burst of pleasure spread through him without warning. Yo Han swallowed his breath and reflexively tried to lift his upper body away.

But Gyeol would not let him pull back. He kept his arms wrapped around Yo Han’s neck and continued murmuring.

“No... don’t go.”

“Gyeol Go.”

“I’m going this far......”

Sounding resentful, Gyeol pushed Yo Han’s captured hand farther into his underwear. Slick fluid touched Yo Han’s fingertips first. Then he made contact with the head of Gyeol’s cock, rigidly swollen and pressed to one side.

“Hh......”

Gyeol released a tiny moan.

Showing no mercy for Yo Han’s condition, he curled his own hand. A hot, rounded shaft settled into Yo Han’s palm.

Both his cock and underwear were completely soaked.

Yo Han felt as though his brain were gradually melting.

“Gyeol.”

Feeling pre-ejaculate surge from his own cock, Yo Han ground out his name.

“Just a little......”

Gyeol’s whining cut him off.

“You can touch me just a little. Every time we did the pheromone matching, you have no idea how much I......”

Yo Han’s brow twisted.

These were the moments when reason returned in flashes, even as impulse threatened to sweep him away.

Gyeol was drunk.

Extremely drunk.

Not only did he have no idea what he was saying, but parts of his pronunciation were beginning to blur.

“Besides, in this position... no one will even notice......”

He was not wrong.

With Yo Han covering Gyeol’s body like this, no one would know what happened beneath the thick blanket as long as they did not make too much noise.

The conviction that he must not do it and a secret sense of transgression alternately gathered strength, weighing against each other.

While Yo Han hesitated, Gyeol began moving his hand little by little.

He was using Yo Han’s hand to masturbate himself.

“Hh... ngh......”

So much pre-ejaculate had spilled out that his cock was slippery and sticky, as though he had already come.

For a moment, Yo Han thought the situation felt horrifyingly unreal.

He was holding Gyeol’s cock.

The next instant, he clenched both sides of his jaw and pulled away from Gyeol.

Gyeol clung to him in protest, but Yo Han firmly created distance and planted his elbows beside Gyeol’s head. Then he reached outside the blanket and switched off the mood lamp.

Darkness swallowed their surroundings.

Yo Han’s broad back held the blanket aloft, creating a tentlike space beneath it.

Then he finally tightened the hand he had kept deliberately loose until now.

He gripped Gyeol’s cock firmly.

When he stroked upward once, Gyeol squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back.

“......!”

Before he could make a sound, Yo Han covered Gyeol’s mouth with his other hand.

Panting as he stared down at him from only inches away, Yo Han whispered through his heated face.

“You can’t... make any noise. The cameras.”

“......”

Physiological tears had gathered in Gyeol’s eyes from that single stroke. He opened them narrowly and nodded.

“You promised.”

After receiving a clear answer, Yo Han released a small amount of the pheromones he had suppressed so completely that not even a trace had leaked.

A heavy musk mingled with the sweet fragrance.

“Mmph......”

Gyeol pushed at the sheets with his toes and rubbed his cheek helplessly against the pillow.

Another surge of pre-ejaculate spilled from the cock in Yo Han’s hand, coating the back of his hand.

“You really do like my pheromones.”

Laughing quietly, Yo Han consciously held his back taut.

Then he began gently moving his wrist.

“......!”

Gyeol flinched and squeezed his eyes shut. Small wet sounds rose from below.

The only regrettable thing was that the circumstances prevented Yo Han from seeing him properly.

Gyeol’s cock would undoubtedly be beautiful.

Watching him release fluid would be even more arousing.

“Hh, ngh, hh......”

“That’s it. Good boy. Shh......”

“Mmph, ngh......”

Even as pre-ejaculate streamed from him, Gyeol obediently tried his best not to moan. The effort was both admirable and unbearably lovely.

Yo Han gave him a long upward stroke, then deliberately pressed his thumb against the slit at the tip.

Gyeol’s chest lifted, and his head fell back.

“...Does it feel good?”

Yo Han continued moving his hand up and down without stopping. He wanted to take out his own cock and stroke them both together.

Panting into Yo Han’s palm, Gyeol nodded.

“You really can’t be allowed to drink when I’m not around.”

The steady, persistent motion continued. If Yo Han gripped him and stroked too roughly, they would be discovered immediately.

Yo Han himself did not care whether people said he had gone on a program to toy with an Omega or given someone a hand job, so long as the person was Gyeol.

But he did not want Gyeol to be cornered.

He could not bear to see that happen.

“Hh... mm, hh......”

Gyeol was sensitive.

If he was this responsive despite being so drunk, his body had to be exceptionally receptive. Helplessly scratching at the sheets, he finally seemed unable to contain his voice and placed both hands over the one Yo Han held across his mouth.

“Hh, hngh, hh......”

“Good boy. Yes......”

The wetness grew heavier, making the sounds below more distinct.

The inside of his underwear was a mess of damp, sticky fluid. It did not seem to be coming only from the front. Fluid was leaking from behind as well.

Yo Han felt his desire stretch painfully tight and decided he needed to make Gyeol finish before the noise grew any louder.

He released his pheromones all at once.

Pinned beneath his body, Gyeol immediately responded, writhing faintly.

A fierce desire to conquer him—and an impulse to take far more—surged through Yo Han.

Pushing his own emotions aside, Yo Han wrapped his fingers around the shaft and stroked lightly while repeatedly rubbing the urethral opening and the head with his thumb.

“......! Hh......!”

Gyeol writhed.

Yo Han had no choice but to lower his body and pin him down with his weight. At the same time, he increased the speed of his wrist and fingers.

Trapped beneath him, Gyeol drew in broken, hiccupping breaths. Then his hips suddenly lifted, and his head arched completely backward.

Semen burst from the tip of the cock in Yo Han’s grip.

It came in several spurts, spilling messily over Yo Han’s hand and pajamas.