TCBW C20(18+)

Chapter 20(18+)

“That… just put it in right away.”

If it was a “duty” he had to fulfill regardless, he had decided they would simply have sex without any foreplay.

Foreplay is really important. Especially the first time. It’s a step to keep it from hurting too much.

He thought he remembered Unhyo, the one who had taught him during the night lessons, saying something like that…

But, having actually experienced it, foreplay only left him feeling dazed by its strange and alien sensations. Suhoe decided he would rather take the pain.

And once he’d reasoned it out to himself that way, he immediately moved his hands to unfasten the worn buckle on his old jeans.

“I… I just want to go straight to it.”

…Now what kind of play is this supposed to be?

Just moments ago he’d been flinching like a startled animal from the mere touch of a hand under his clothes.

Now, as if that had never happened, he was changing his tone and sliding his jeans off in front of him—Dowoon looked on with an expression that said he found it incomprehensible.

At the same time, part of him decided it might not be so bad to see how this clumsy, bold attempt of Suhoe’s to “move things forward” would play out.

He would watch, just to see how far the boy would go.

So, even in the face of this sudden shift in mood, Dowoon remained perfectly calm, arms folded, as he watched Suhoe’s trembling hands work at the zipper.

Suhoe, fidgeting nervously, suddenly felt the weight of that gaze and turned his body away.

Dowoon still didn’t say a word.

Only when he was out of Dowoon’s line of sight did Suhoe finish pulling the zipper down.

The faded jeans slid low on his hips with a faint friction‑sound, pooling there loosely.

The cool air and the rucked, bunched fabric brushing his waist and thighs made him immediately plant both hands and knees on the mattress.

He raised his hips high and pressed his upper body down low—

A blatant posture that clearly said he was ready to accept whatever came.

“…”

Dowoon, having idly wondered what his “wife” planned to do next, now found himself pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose at the sight before him—another move that made him want to rub at his temples.

If the fresh green scent filling the room to overflowing, coupled with the flush blooming across the boy’s ears, meant anything, it was that Suhoe, desperately though he tried to hide it, was embarrassed.

Yet the posture he’d taken was at odds with such a timid emotional state—shockingly explicit, even vulgar.

Whether from the touches earlier or his own physical sensitivity, the deep‑pink entrance now revealed between his cheeks was slick enough to glisten.

Even the crotch of the pale underwear clinging there was damp, the fabric stuck with a translucent secretion.

“…Well.”

To Dowoon, the sight felt almost like a signal meant to taunt him.

Of course, he knew what Suhoe’s real intent was—this was a white flag, an attempt to surrender.

The problem was, the boy didn’t know how to wave it properly.

An awkward surrender meant to skip over foreplay entirely, while keeping his sex hidden from view.

Dowoon decided to take that clumsy maneuver as a subtle counterattack—a provocation.

“I’ll take it that you mean I don’t need to go easy on you.”

With that, he untied the front of his robe without hesitation and loosened the waistband of the long sleep pants underneath, tugging the front down slightly.

What emerged was a thick, dark‑toned shaft, the ridged vein along it straining, giving it a menacing weight and presence.

It had already hardened somewhat from Suhoe’s pheromones.

Dowoon took it in hand with practiced ease and laid it firmly across the pale curve of Suhoe’s raised backside.

Feeling something suddenly resting there—from the tailbone upward along his spine—and the considerable weight of it, Suhoe gave a startled flinch.

What is that…?

For a moment, the dull, heavy weight now resting along the small of his back made Suhoe instinctively mistake it for Dowoon’s forearm.

But the texture against his skin, the feel of it — it was somehow different from a man’s arm.

Half‑disbelieving the thought that came to him, he hesitated for a long while before finally realizing that what lay along his back was Dowoon’s cock.

Do alpha cocks have bone in them or something?

Startled, Suhoe tried to turn his head as if to confirm his suspicion, but Dowoon’s solid palm seized the back of his head.

“Why.”

Before he had a chance to resist, Dowoon forced his head back down into the mattress.

“Uhk.”

“Weren’t you the one who said you wanted to get straight to the main part? What — having second thoughts now?”

“….”

Face pressed into the bedding, Suhoe didn’t answer. He only shook his head from side to side, signaling as firmly as he could that he had no intention of backing down any further.

At that, Dowoon, having confirmed the boy’s final intent, lined up the thick, long length in his hand — throbbing in time with his pulse — against Suhoe’s hole.

The slick, secret flesh twitched, as if bracing itself to draw in the tip of his cock.

Between the wet, glistening pink folds, the swollen head pressed forward without hesitation, forcing apart the tight entrance and driving himself in.

Parting the tender inner mucosa, Dowoon’s thick shaft pushed into Suhoe, spearing deep without pause.

It was an overwhelming intrusion, tearing into flesh so deep and sensitive it had never been given to anyone before.

“Mmph….”

The sensation was so utterly new that it made Suhoe feel as if Dowoon were prying straight through to his very organs.

Dowoon had guessed that this was Suhoe’s first time, but had no intention of offering gentleness or exploratory testing.

It had been Suhoe, after all, who had so boldly requested penetration first — so he would simply oblige.

And so, he buried himself inside with none of the hesitation one might expect when taking another man for the first time.

Meanwhile, Suhoe had to clench the sheets in his fists so hard the worn fabric might tear, just to keep himself from screaming at the violent stretch forcing its way into him.

His lips stayed sealed to hold back the painful moans.

For him, this “first time” was exactly the kind of terrible agony he had always been told to expect.

Even so, he reminded himself that this was the path he had chosen — and compared to the inexplicable, hazy helplessness he hated, this pain was easier to bear.

So he endured, precariously but silently, with his brow furrowed, face buried deep in the sheets, clutching at the rustling fabric.

Then, with no break in pace, Dowoon continued to push the long length inside — until his teeth clenched hard and his brow drew down.

The hand that had been braced at Suhoe’s waist raked back through his own hair, a habit of his when irritation peaked or anger began to boil.

“…”

…Damn.

Eyes half‑lidded, gaze fixed down the line of his wife’s slim waist, Dowoon swore inwardly.

Inside, it felt hot and slick, as if perfectly prepared to take him — and yet, what he had forced in was still not even half his length.

Even so, Suhoe’s body seemed to struggle with even that much, pushing back as though it were too much.

Would a bit more force do it? He tried, but it was like being blocked by a wall of firm, hot muscle — he couldn’t push in any deeper.

So he paused, trying to work it out: Was this truly his limit? Could he start from here, coaxing and loosening so that more would fit? Or would it be better to change the angle entirely…?

But even with all his experience, Dowoon had never been with a male omega before, and he didn’t know Suhoe’s body.

As he frowned in thought, his gaze caught the sight of Suhoe’s hands, gripping the bedding so desperately it was as if he meant to shred it.

His knuckles stood out starkly, the skin bloodless, the fingers trembling.

…If he’s clenching that much, no wonder it won’t take me.

So that was why — in this state, it was impossible.

In the first place, taking an alpha’s cock without any foreplay was unrealistic.

He’d wondered if maybe a male omega’s body might be different — but it was the opposite.

Suhoe’s flesh was softer and more delicate than that of any woman he’d known.

If he forced himself any further with brute strength, those tender inner walls could be torn apart entirely.

Realizing there was a clear reason why going deeper was difficult, Dowoon drew his hips back.

Of course, if he wanted, he could push through anyway and injure him — but he decided not to.

It wasn’t purely out of concern for Suhoe: if his body sustained damage beyond its limit, it could interfere with Dowoon’s purpose, becoming an inconvenient complication.

And besides, it wasn’t as though he couldn’t have sex at this shallow depth. So he decided to work within it for now, keeping this position as he moved.

But just as the head of his cock was dragging against Suhoe’s inner wall on the way out, thin fingers clutched urgently at the front of his robe.

Dowoon’s gaze dropped at the unexpected touch.

“D‑don’t… don’t pull out.”

The bloodless white hand, trembling as it was, still gripped stubbornly to keep him from retreating.

“J‑just… finish like this. Inside…”