CHAPTER 93: MAYBE I DO HAVE A PROBLEM

Mouth still pressed to Cheon Areum’s, Yoon Seoyul hastily tugged off his shirt, letting it fall carelessly to the floor. His hands moved to Cheon Areum’s clothes—but then, abruptly, he paused. He pulled back with visible reluctance, his breath uneven, eyes dark with desire as they lingered on him, burning with a thin string of restraint.

"Do you want to sleep?"

But his words were the complete opposite. Cheon Areum brushed his lips against Yoon Seoyul’s cheek in a daze, his mind already preoccupied with the thoughts of being taken by the alpha in his reach; as if he was in heat, he released his pheromones that trapped Yoon Seoyul with the same desire.

"You want me to go sleep after doing all that?"

"Just sleep for tonight..."

Yoon Seoyul muttered as Cheon Areum with a solid push to Yoon Seoyul’s chest, swiftly reversed their positions, sitting on his stomach. His hands roamed over Yoon Seoyul’s bare chest, fingers exploring as beads of sweat slid down his jaw onto his muscles, catching the light in the dim room.

"I don’t want to, though."

Cheon Areum spoke in a low, sultry voice, gazing down at Yoon Seoyul with unwavering intensity. Yoon Seoyul’s hands clutched his thighs tightly, fingers digging into the flesh through the soft cotton fabric. Despite the fire in his eyes and the strain in his touch, he responded—still trying to reason with Cheon Areum, even as every part of him betrayed how little he truly wanted to stop.

"Don’t give in so easily... I might not be able to stop myself later."

"That’s why you want me to say no?"

Grinning from ear to ear, Cheon Areum slowly unbuttoned his shirt, then lowered himself onto Yoon Seoyul’s chest, their bare skin meeting in a heated press. As the warmth shared between them, he leaned in close, lips on top of Yoon Seoyul’s ear as he whispered—his hands and feet already working to shed the rest of his clothes, piece by piece.

"I will let you cum inside me tonight. Do me all you want."

"Is that enough motivation for you? Or you can just lay here, fine by me..."

Feeling Yoon Seoyul’s grip on his thighs tighten, Cheon Areum responded with a trail of soft, fleeting kisses to his lips—each one ending just as Yoon Seoyul leaned in to deepen it, leaving only a tantalizing trace behind. The damp lower half of his body slid slowly up Yoon Seoyul’s abdomen, skin slick against skin, as Cheon Areum’s hands moved lower, fingers working to slide the pants down. With a swift motion, he kicked them off, sending the fabric slipping down Yoon Seoyul’s legs.

"Areum..."

"You’re hard, Yoon Seoyul."

Yoon Seoyul breathed out his name, his upper body lifting instinctively—only for Cheon Areum to push him back down onto the bed. He slid back onto the rigid length beneath him, his hips sinking down as he settled onto Yoon Seoyul, eyes locked with his.

At that moment, the pheromones he had been yearning for flooded the bedroom densely. A faint, satisfied smile appeared at Cheon Areum’s lips as he let his body melt against Yoon Seoyul’s, resting atop him. He had gotten what he wanted—now he could finally relax, letting Yoon Seoyul take over from here. To be honest, he was tired; if he had to do it himself, he would have probably given up in the middle, using Yoon Seoyul’s chest as a pillow and falling asleep right then and there.

Without wasting another second, Yoon Seoyul’s hands moved with purpose—parting Cheon Areum’s cheeks and guiding himself in and demanding entry. As he pushed in halfway, he anchored one hand beneath Cheon Areum’s back and the other at his waist, sitting up slowly as he continued to press deeper, forcing his way into the narrow path. Cheon Areum’s fingers dug into Yoon Seoyul’s back, a strained groan slipping past his lips as he clung to him, body trembling from the stretch.

"Ngh!... Mnnn..."

Yoon Seoyul picked Cheon Areum up by the waist, settling him onto his lap before driving in with a few deep, punishing thrusts. Then, seizing both of Cheon Areum’s wrists, he pinned him down against his own length, holding him in place as his hips surged upward—bouncing him relentlessly with each powerful movement. The shameless sounds of wet skin meeting wet skin filled the room, louder with every collision. Cheon Areum threw his head back, eyes squeezed shut, his spine arching as the overwhelming pleasure tore through him in currents.

"Too... Too deep... Wait... ahh!"

Cheon Areum squirmed, trying to ease himself away, attempting to pull some of it out—but his wrists remained firmly restricted, leaving him unable to escape. Yoon Seoyul’s lips found his collarbone in a passing kiss, but instead of releasing him, he sank his teeth into Cheon Areum’s shoulder with a hard bite. Cheon Areum jolted, as a short-lived scream tore from his throat.

"Mh!... Ah!!..."

"Yoon Seoyul... switch..."

Cheon Areum gasped, voice trembling with desperation as he pleaded to change positions. But Yoon Seoyul continued, thrusting into him with relentless rhythm. After several dozen deep strokes, the thick head angled just right—slamming directly against his most sensitive, vulnerable spot. From that moment on, Yoon Seoyul struck it again and again with unerring precision, each powerful thrust driving deeper, harder—so forceful that Cheon Areum couldn’t help but whimper, half-dazed with pleasure, fearing that even his sack might be pushed in from the sheer intensity.

"Mm, mg..."

A trembling cry slipped from Cheon Areum’s lips, his voice cracking with overstimulation. It was only when he really couldn’t take it anymore did Yoon Seoyul pick him up, their bodies still linked tightly, switching into a kneeling position. Cheon Areum’s arms and legs were both shaking so badly that he didn’t know if he could hold onto this position for long either. Before he could get used to it, Yoon Seoyul had begun moving at an unprecedented speed.

"Areum... you said I can do it inside..."