TCBW C21(18+)

Chapter 21(18+)

 

In a voice that sagged with exhaustion, Suhoe spoke, drawing himself closer to Dowoon just as the man was about to pull away — pressing his body in so as not to lose the pillar of heat inside him, as if trying desperately to take it in deeper.

“Please…”

“…”

“Dowoon-ssi.”

At that, Dowoon’s brow furrowed deeply.

He couldn’t comprehend — or perhaps Suhoe simply didn’t have the clarity to comprehend — why someone who had been resisting the intrusion of his body so much could now cling so tightly when he tried to withdraw. The contradictory behavior made no sense.

“I have no intention of stopping.”

“…”

“Let go.”

But no answer came.

Looking more closely, Dowoon saw that Suhoe’s entire neck had flushed crimson, and he looked in a bad way.

“…Answer me.”

“Nngh… mm‑hm.”

“You’re not making any sense.”

By now, he could guess why real communication was impossible — the pain must be severe.

Had he endured it all the way to this point?

It was true that Dowoon had been curious how far Suhoe would go, how long he could endure without resisting — but like this, it wasn’t interesting anymore.

He decided he would have to end this quickly. Even if that meant resorting to the one method he disliked using — pheromones.

He had mostly slept with betas, and so had never needed them, and in truth he didn’t like using them at all.

Panting and rutting under the sway of instinct, like an animal in heat, disgusted him.

He had always avoided it, and would have preferred not to — but this was an exception.

Without giving Suhoe a chance to resist, Dowoon leaned his body over the smaller man’s back, finding his lips with his large hand and sealing them shut.

“Mmgh!”

It was a position meant to maximize the effect of pheromones — but Suhoe, startled by the sudden restraint, twisted his head in refusal.

Dowoon’s voice came low and commanding against his ear:

“Breathe.”

“Mmghh!”

“Calm down. Breathe through your nose.”

At the hard tone, Suhoe reflexively drew in a ragged breath — and in that instant, the unfamiliar scent heavy in the room surged into the depths of his lungs like a flood.

“—Hhhk… haahh…!”

Ah…!

It was like being struck in the head with a hammer; his vision swam.

Small wonder — Dowoon had flooded the air with a scent far too dense to simply brush past the tip of Suhoe’s nose.

Ugh, what is this?… smells like wet earth…?

Suhoe had no idea what the exact note was, but he knew what that strong, dense scent was — the one now dulling all his senses.

Pheromones.

That cold, weighty aroma was an alpha’s pheromones.

And whatever Dowoon had done, it didn’t just arouse him — it made him feel like his brain was melting.

It stopped his thoughts. It stole the control of his own body.

It was a completely different sensation from the dizzying haze he’d felt under Dowoon’s earlier touches — this was an overpowering force, something like a demand for instinctive submission.

And so, for a moment, Suhoe lost even the will to resist, his whole body going slack.

Heat flushed through every inch of him, yet at the same time, a languor seeped into his limbs.

Dowoon, seeing that Suhoe was now completely immersed in the pheromones and offering little resistance, released the hand over his mouth.

He caught his jaw instead, tilting it up gently to peer into the languid, unfocused eyes. Then he murmured, as if to make sure the boy understood:

“Keep breathing it in. At the very least, it won’t hurt.”

And before the words had fully left his mouth, he drew his hips back slowly — only to drive his full length back into the tight hole with a hard thrust.

“Augh—!”

Even drunk on pheromones, feeling as though his body were coming apart, Suhoe let out a cry of pain. His weak hands instinctively clutched at the bedding again.

Liar.

The claim that it wouldn’t hurt — he was sure that was a lie.

But there was one thing different from before: amid the harsh pain, a fierce, electrifying pleasure was surging through him, lancing all the way along his nerves.

Gripping Suhoe’s narrow waist firmly, Dowoon began to move in earnest, driving into him with a force that could only be described as animal rutting — the very thing he’d professed to disdain.

“Nnhh… mmghh…! Haahhh…!”

Rocked helplessly under the pounding, Suhoe felt pain and pleasure wash over him in turns.

As the moments passed, his head seemed to burn away to white, and deep in his lower belly it felt as if a hot ball of fire were blooming.

Then, at a certain moment—

Dowoon’s thick length pushed into the farthest depth, pressing up against tender, sensitive flesh Suhoe hadn’t even known existed.

It was a slow, deliberate grind at that spot — and a moan burst from Suhoe’s lips, for a reason completely different from pain.

“Ah!”

His already large, round eyes flew even wider, shock and confusion flooding them.

His slender frame trembled helplessly.

Because a moment ago, for just one electric heartbeat, the sharp, piercing sensation of Dowoon inside him had been replaced with something else — something so dizzyingly good it stole his breath.

It was the most bewildering thing he had ever felt.

All through the thrusts before, there had been that vague, distant haze — but it was always tangled up with the pain of tearing flesh.

This time, for the briefest instant, there was none of that pain. Instead, something wholly different had surged through him, wrapping around his body and blotting out thought.

Air caught in his throat, then burst out again; a tingling jolt coursed all the way up to the crown of his head.

“Hhhhnn… haahhh…”

Gasping, unsteady from the unexpected reaction, he drew the gaze of Dowoon, who had stilled his movements to look down at him.

“…Near the uterus, is it? Didn’t think the reaction points would be the same.”

Dowoon murmured it right at his ear, but Suhoe said nothing — only panted, eyes clouded with confusion, staring at nothing.

It was obvious the shock came from the fact that, even in the midst of pain, he had felt something — and that was too much for him to process.

Dowoon looked him over.

He seemed better than before — his fingertips and toes were warm, some color was back in his skin.

His flushed cheeks, the nape of his neck once red and damp with sweat, had cooled somewhat.

It was clearly a different sight from just moments ago, when he’d been red as if about to die.

“…”

“Haaa… mmph… haahhh…”

His breathing, too, seemed to be steadying.

And then, as Dowoon’s gaze roamed over the boy’s body, it met Suhoe’s eyes — sweat‑slick, crimson‑faced, staring straight back at him.

Something in that look set off a sharp snap inside him.

Dowoon’s hand shot out. Gripping Suhoe’s shoulder hard, he spun his body around.

Suhoe had no chance to resist.

The world flipped in an instant, and the next moment he was facing Dowoon head‑on.

Still dazed, eyes flickering without focus, his gaze finally locked — on yellow eyes, glowing bright and strange like live flame.

The color was far too fierce to be believed human.

The instant that sheer intensity made him catch his breath, the yellow‑eyed Dowoon jerked his chin toward Suhoe’s lower half.

“Nngh — ah!”

There, now bared, was his own erection, standing tall without any conscious will on his part.

He had been turned facing away before so Dowoon wouldn’t see — but now, with his body spun around, it jutted openly into view.

Sometime during the struggle, it had slipped through the gap in his pants to show itself lewdly.

From the tip, clear fluid was already starting to bead and drip.

It was undeniable proof that his body had grown aroused without him realizing.

His face flushed hot enough to burn.

“Ah—! N‑no!”

Realizing what had happened at last, he shook his head frantically, cheeks blazing.

To have himself exposed like this — like some animal in rut — right in front of Dowoon, was unbearably shameful and humiliating.

He wanted to cover himself with his hands, but that only made him more aware of the swollen, tight‑stretched shape of Dowoon inside him, the pressure vivid.

“Why — ngh — wh‑why…?”

At his anxious question, Dowoon’s pheromone scent thickened in the air, richer than before.

Without answering, Dowoon pinned his arms and began to move faster and deeper — drilling into that exact spot where Suhoe had reacted so violently before.

“Ahhh! Ahhh—!”

Overwhelmed by sensations he had no defense against, Suhoe could only cry out and be rocked helplessly by the pounding.

The erection that had dripped clear fluid moments ago was now fully rigid, jerking with each hard thrust, moving in ragged counterpoint.

“Ahhh! N‑nooo!”

He thought he’d die from the embarrassment.

Yet, at the same time, even as the shame clawed at him, something strange was rising low in his belly — the tightening pull of oncoming release.

“D‑Dowoon-ssi! I… s‑something’s wrong…!”

But he couldn’t bring himself to say it — that it felt like he was going to come from being taken like this.