The S+ Class Omega Takes Over Again [BL]-Chapter 28: I want you
Yoon Seoyul had always been fixated on his chest, a relentless devotion that never waited for patience or bare skin. Even with fabric in the way, he tormented the tender buds beneath, mouth moving with single-minded intent as he latched on one after the other, drawing them in, worrying them without mercy. Cheon Areum arched instinctively, a breathless shudder ripping through him as his head fell back, his body twisting in helpless response.
"Enough... mm...!"
He reached down, fingers tangling in dark hair, trying to pull him away—but his strength dissolved into something flimsy, no more effective than a leaf caught in the wind. He had never been this undone by the attention, never this unbearably sensitive. It was Yoon Seoyul’s doing—always was—who would fasten his mouth there at the most unexpected moments, making that area his most sensitive point.
Leaving his chest slick and glistening, Yoon Seoyul finally backed away—only a fraction, just enough to breathe—before gripping the hem of the shirt and tearing it over Cheon Areum’s head in one single swoop. The discarded fabric was flung aside, landing somewhere beyond the end of the bed as he leaned in again, intent blazing in his eyes. This time, Cheon Areum stopped him. Bracing a palm against Yoon Seoyul’s chest, he held him at bay to collect himself before looking up at Yoon Seoyul through heavy lashes.
"Take off your clothes too."
Keeping his legs hooked around Yoon Seoyul’s hips, he watched with undisguised interest as Yoon Seoyul stripped off his own shirt, baring a body that looked sculpted to tempt—muscle dusted with a faint, enticing flush of pink. The sight coaxed more pheromones from Cheon Areum, the air growing dense with them, rich and heady, as if he wanted to drown Yoon Seoyul in their pull and watch his composure unravel under their influence.
Yoon Seoyul panted, feeling the effects of the pheromones, sweat dripping from his forehead and making his bangs stick to it as he glanced down at him. Taking a deep exhale, he kissed his cheek.
"Don’t torture me... I’m not going to put it in." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
"Is that so?"
Cheon Areum replied with a sly curve to his lips, fingers lifting to give a subtle tug at Yoon Seoyul’s ear. Below him, Yoon Seoyul seemed intent on restraining himself, content for now to ravage his body with nothing but his mouth and lips. A faint ripple of black energy bled from Cheon Areum’s hand, leaking out as if answering his mood on its own. His gaze lingered on the exposed line of Yoon Seoyul’s neck. Without realizing it, his nails sank into the firm planes of his back—and then, driven by impulse rather than thought, he leaned in and bit down on the side of his neck, all self-containment forgotten.
Yoon Seoyul flinched once at the sudden pressure of teeth at his neck, the bite fierce enough to feel like it might claim more than skin. His fingers slid into Cheon Areum’s hair, anchoring his head there, while his other hand secured his waist as he pushed himself upright on the bed—not to tear him away, but to give him the space to withdraw on his own, choosing patience over force.
The moment Cheon Areum loosened his bite and pulled back empty-mouthed, Yoon Seoyul guided him down onto the mattress. His palm rose immediately to press against the wound at his throat, dark red slipping between his fingers before trailing downward, dripping onto Cheon Areum’s abdomen. Yoon Seoyul looked down at him without urgency, gaze steady and unreadable as he spoke.
"Just how many energy boosters did you take?"
Yoon Seoyul asked without waiting for a reply. Cheon Areum dragged his tongue across his lips, tasting the iron still lingering there.
"I’ll tell you if you put it in me."
He spoke plainly.
"I’m giving permission. It shouldn’t matter what anyone else says."
The energy that had barely settled moments ago surged back to life at the sight of blood, flaring hot beneath his skin. Cheon Areum lightly bit down on his own tongue, grounding himself before it could spill over and harm Yoon Seoyul. His glare on him was unmovable, as if he had selected his target already and wasn’t going to move on to another. His legs tightened around Yoon Seoyul even more.
"You know I love you, right? Does it hurt? Come here."
Bringing Yoon Seoyul close, Cheon Areum folded him into his arms, pressing a soft kiss against the knuckles shielding the bleeding mark at his throat. Shadows unfurled across Yoon Seoyul’s back—dark energy blooming quietly, shadowing the wound and sealing it in the same breath it appeared, as if the damage had never been there at all. The instant Cheon Areum’s healing touch faded, Yoon Seoyul pinned his wrists with one firm hand, holding him still as he stripped away the last remnants of their clothing. He trailed his palm over Cheon Areum’s damp entrance, lips meeting his in a searing kiss, leaving no space for him to resist or retreat.
Yoon Seoyul started with a single finger, then two, each added with precision and speed, barely giving Cheon Areum a moment to adjust before he swapped in his own hardened and fully erect member. A low groan escaped Cheon Areum’s taken lips. In an instant, Cheon Areum broke free from the hold, sliding a hand around Yoon Seoyul’s neck as he pressed their mouths together in a fierce, demanding kiss. He moved with urgent abandon, no longer waiting for Yoon Seoyul, squirming beneath him excessively.
The instant Yoon Seoyul let go of all restraint and plunged fully into him, Cheon Areum surrendered, letting the powerful rhythm carry them both. Heat and desire painted over his usually pale, delicate features, transforming them with a fragile, luminous beauty. Even the corners of his flushed lips lifted in a soft, fleeting smile. As if he were venting, Yoon Seoyul rammed in thrust after heavy thrust, welling up so much excitement in him that he began to release pheromones mixed with his energy. Those inner walls themselves were also stimulated to the extent that they constricted endlessly around him.
Perhaps sensing that Cheon Areum’s legs wrapped around his waist were holding him back, Yoon Seoyul carefully slid them away, settling them apart. With a solid grip to keep him open, he drove into Cheon Areum with unrestrained force, every movement brimming with prowess.
"Ngh... Mmm..."
Cheon Areum shivered as Yoon Seoyul’s hand pressed against the heated nape of his neck, velvety with the excess of his own pheromones. Perhaps thinking it was too overwhelming, Yoon Seoyul cupped the area, making him whimper softly. One hand stayed secured on his nape, the other gripping his waist, hoisting him tightly—not just to drive his own hips against Cheon Areum, but to guide him fully onto the rod, locking their movements together. As they remained entwined, the room seemed to dim, shadows creeping across the walls as if the sky itself had darkened. In truth, it was the throng of Cheon Areum’s energy spilling outward, cloaking the space in a dense, obsidian glow.
"Nn... Hgn... Mm..."
While Cheon Areum began whimpering once more from the stimulation, the length that had been unstoppable in his frenzy had reached his back hole that constricted without rest. With a subtle but insistent push of his fingers, the rod that had been withdrawn was driven deep once more, striking into him with measured force. Cheon Areum’s brows knitted, and his head arched back instantly, a sharp gasp escaping his lips that moved away from the bitable kiss.
"Ahh! Mghm...!"
Cheon Areum came first, clenching hard onto Yoon Seoyul’s member and pulling him over the edge as well. Only when he saw Cheon Areum struggling to steady himself did Yoon Seoyul pause, brushing the damp strands from his face with a gentle hand before leaning in to speak.
"Does it hurt? Should I stop?"
Cheon Areum twitched, feeling the heat gathered inside with Yoon Seoyul having finished inside him, leaving him squirming as Yoon Seoyul lingered within. His breaths came in ragged pants, thoughts scattered, and his hand instinctively drifted to his lower abdomen—but Yoon Seoyul was quicker, curling his fingers over it to stop him.
"Don’t press on it."
"....I want to throw up..."
He offered only that vague reply as Yoon Seoyul wiped the dampness from his lashes away, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. Slowly, he pulled out, careful not to hurt him, releasing only calming pheromones to the end. Then he rose from the bed, lifting Cheon Areum effortlessly with him and carrying him toward the bathroom. Cheon Areum, still dazed, rested his head against Yoon Seoyul’s shoulder, letting himself be carried wherever he was led. His gaze lingered on the faint stain of blood still clinging to Yoon Seoyul’s neck. As he had expected this was the best and most pleasure way to tire him out even after seeing the blood he didn’t get any dark thoughts.
