Chapter 153

Cold sweat ran down his back. Gyeol reached behind him and firmly pushed against Yo Han’s abdomen, speaking in a calm tone.

“Excuse me, Yo Han.”

“.......”

But Yo Han gave no response. Only his deep, even breathing drifted past Gyeol’s ear.

Is this man asleep right now?

He did this and is sleeping without a care in the world?

Strictly speaking, Yo Han was not at fault. Wasn’t a healthy erection simply proof that a robust adult Alpha in his twenties or thirties was in good health?

But it’s different when he’s lying in the same bed as me. Especially when he’s holding me!

Gyeol struggled with all his strength to push him away. But the body of an extremely dominant Alpha, a muscular man well over six foot three, did not budge in the slightest.

Then he could at least let Gyeol’s body go free, but even while unconscious in sleep, his arms were so strong that Gyeol could hardly escape.

“Excuse me.”

In the end, Gyeol called him again. He felt somewhat guilty about waking someone who must be tired from cleaning up after him the night before, but this was no time to weigh such concerns. Survival came first.

“Excuse me, Yo Han......!”

Overcome with frustration, Gyeol slapped his arm hard enough to make a sound.

Yo Han let out a low groan and crossed one thigh forward.

The unmistakable presence behind him pressed even more closely against Gyeol’s rear.

“Why.......”

His question came out distinctly irritated.

Gyeol was sorry for waking him, but Yo Han was in no position to be annoyed right now.

“Let me go.”

“...Don’t want to.”

“This isn’t the time for you to say you don’t want to.”

Had it not been for the cameras, Gyeol would have said outright that Yo Han had pitched a tent.

There was that crude saying about Alphas and Omegas keeping their distance, but so what? They both had one. It was not as if they could not talk about it.

“Why.......”

Yo Han mumbled as he burrowed into the back of Gyeol’s neck.

“Ah, that tickles... Let go of me.”

Gyeol shuddered and struggled. Then, carried by the recoil, their bodies fitted tightly together once, and the hardness below struck almost as if driving into the inside of Gyeol’s thigh.

Yo Han went completely still.

Apparently, he had finally grasped the seriousness of the situation.

He flung both arms open and pulled his hips back.

“Sorry.”

His voice sounded as though all traces of sleep had vanished at once.

Gyeol quickly rolled out of his embrace. Lying on his side at the very edge of the bed as though clinging to a cliff, he stared intently at Yo Han.

Yo Han rubbed a hand down his face, looking troubled. His brow was deeply furrowed, and his face had turned red.

Gyeol kept directing a burning stare at him until Yo Han finally noticed and looked over.

The instant their eyes met, Gyeol curved his eyes into a pretty smile and silently mouthed the words.

Per. Vert.

Anyone else might have missed it, but Yo Han, who had supposedly studied every consonant and vowel shape of the mouth for acting, was certain to understand.

As though Gyeol’s guess had been right, Yo Han narrowed his eyes, then drew a finger across his throat in surrender. He would rather die.

The gesture was so unlike him that it was ridiculous. Gyeol giggled softly.

“Why did you go so far away? Come here.”

Yo Han beckoned and patted the space in front of him.

Gyeol shook his head slightly.

“How am I supposed to trust you?”

“...So you’re going to paint me as the villain now? Last night, you were the one who first.......”

With a small cry, Gyeol hurriedly closed the distance between them.

Yo Han laughed quietly as he looked at him. The sight of him lying there defenselessly with tousled hair was so unfamiliar that Gyeol gazed at him with a renewed sense of wonder.

They lay facing each other beneath the same blanket, leaving just enough space that Gyeol could touch Yo Han’s cheek if he stretched out his arm. Morning sunlight softly filled the room, and a pleasant languor drifted faintly through the air.

Waking in the same bed as an Alpha. It had not happened once since the days when Jun Shin, too young to know better, used to crawl into Gyeol’s bed while they shared the same lodging.

“Is your stomach all right? You drank a lot.”

Yo Han did not let Gyeol linger in that strange feeling. The well-timed question scattered his thoughts without difficulty.

“Mm... I don’t think it is.”

“Then we should eat something good for a hangover this morning.”

“...Do you think someone will come to pick us up today?”

On both previous visits to Ivory Mansion, another Alpha had come to collect him, and Gyeol had ended up eating breakfast with that person. When he pointed it out, Yo Han lifted the corner of his mouth and asked casually,

“Do you want someone else to come?”

“That’s not what I meant....”

Gyeol gave him a sidelong look. Yo Han knew perfectly well that was not what he meant, so the question felt deliberately annoying.

Yo Han’s hand suddenly reached toward him. Startled, Gyeol drew his head back, but the hand only touched the tip of his nose. Tap. His index finger playfully nudged one nostril.

“Can’t you refuse?”

“......What?”

“Even if someone else comes for you, can’t you refuse and eat breakfast with me?”

His hand gently cupped Gyeol’s cheek. The warmth of his body, still heavy with sleep, felt pleasant against Gyeol’s skin.

Without realizing it, Gyeol closed his eyes as he answered.

“That wouldn’t be right. They came all the way here.”

He rubbed his cheek against Yo Han’s palm without even noticing he was doing it. Yo Han’s hand paused faintly, then his fingertips brushed beneath Gyeol’s chin and tipped it upward.

“......?”

With his chin unexpectedly lifted, Gyeol opened his eyes wide and stared at Yo Han.

Yo Han’s thumb pressed softly against Gyeol’s lower lip.

“Whyy?”

The word came out faintly slurred.

Yo Han gazed steadily at his face.

Then his thumb slipped between Gyeol’s lips. It rubbed against the delicate inner flesh and lightly traced along his teeth. Gyeol did not understand what was happening, and he tensed when the unfamiliar sensation made his eyes threaten to close.

“I want to touch every part of you.”

“......Huh?”

What? Hearing the breathy sound, Yo Han smiled broadly, his eyes creasing as though Gyeol had said something exceptionally pleasing.

The bed creaked as he pushed himself up. The distance between them narrowed, and a shadow fell over Gyeol.

“There isn’t a single part of you that isn’t beautiful.”

As he spoke, Yo Han stretched one arm toward the head of the bed, propped his temple on his hand, and lay at an angle. Then his thumb slid between Gyeol’s teeth. At the unexpected movement, Gyeol frowned and briefly considered biting down.

“Good boy.”

The sweet tone with which he soothed Gyeol’s sullen expression was deeply tender. It was something Gyeol often said when calming Yuli. And because it was Gyeol, more than anyone else, he could read the affection and fondness contained in those words.

The finger gently rubbed the soft flesh beneath his jaw. Even while wondering what on earth Yo Han was doing, Gyeol obediently parted his teeth.

When the thumb entered his mouth and touched the tip of his tongue, the sensation was genuinely strange. Then it seemed to sweep away the saliva pooled beneath his tongue before Yo Han slowly began stroking his tongue with his finger.

There was no way Gyeol could fail to understand what this was or what it was imitating.

“Hh.......”

Because his mouth was open, breathing was difficult, and his breath escaped through his nose. The saliva-slick finger slid deeper along his tongue, making Gyeol’s body twitch involuntarily. Saliva ran down his chin.

“Thish... ish weird.......”

This is weird. Without knowing why, he carefully kept from scratching Yo Han’s finger with his teeth. By then, Yo Han’s thumb was repeatedly rubbing over Gyeol’s tongue and curling around it.

“Is it only weird?”

The movement resembled a kiss.

A very skillful one.

Whenever it touched a certain part of his tongue, Gyeol’s foot kicked reflexively. Without realizing it, he clutched Yo Han’s arm and breathed in short gasps, glaring at him with eyes that had quickly turned red around the rims.

“I don’t think so.......”

“Haa.......”

He wanted to say stop, but he could not form the word properly.

This was bad. Gyeol squeezed his eyes shut. He could feel himself getting hard from nothing more than this.

He dug his fingertips into Yo Han’s forearm. It was meant to tell him to stop, but as the heat gradually rose, even Gyeol’s certainty that he truly wanted that began to fade. Perhaps the pleasure from the previous night had not fully left his body.

Or perhaps he wanted to reach that peak again.

The moment his thoughts went that far, the finger left his mouth.

What Gyeol felt then was disappointment. Clear, unmistakable disappointment. He did not want it to stop here.

But the thought did not last long. Wet flesh immediately pushed into the space the finger had left behind.

It was much thicker and softer. The mere contact felt so good that a chill ran across his skin.

Tongue tangled deeply with tongue. As though his mouth had already been warmed up, the sensation was immediately pleasurable.

Like a man dying of thirst, Gyeol accepted Yo Han’s tongue and struggled desperately not to let out a moan.

Some part of his brain was melting. Somewhere, unmistakably, it was slowly melting away.

As they kissed, Yo Han’s fingers slipped between Gyeol’s. His large hand covered Gyeol’s and intertwined their fingers one by one, holding them tightly.

It was the hand that had gripped and stroked him the night before.

He had felt pleasure in that hand, come because of that hand, ejaculated over that hand.

As the sexual stimulation layered upon itself, the previous night returned with vivid clarity.

It meant his instincts wanted the same thing again.

“Haa....... Mm.......”

It feels good.

“Hh.......”

I know we should stop, but it feels so good.

While the incomprehensible desire boiled fiercely beneath his stomach, Yo Han drew his chin back as though he were about to break the kiss.

Gyeol did not want to stop.

Just a little more. Even if it was only a tiny bit longer, he wanted to keep kissing like this. He wanted Yo Han to touch him, lick him, suck him.

Just before their lips parted, Gyeol bit the tip of Yo Han’s tongue.