Chapter 40: Just fucking impale me, why don’t you?
Yoon Seoyul picked up one of the boxes scattered across the bed, plucked out a condom packet, and tore it open. With a calm, almost detached expression, he slipped it onto the already stiff shaft.
"Release them already! My heat won’t go away if you don’t... How are you planning to—"
Mid-screaming and kicking, his breath hitched, he smelled the additional hint of flavor. Vanilla? Cheon Areum’s lashes fluttered as the intoxicating scent wrapped around him like a haze. Yoon Seoyul’s eyes narrowed down on him as he deliberately released his pheromones into the air. There was no mistaking it. The warm, cloying scent of vanilla clung to him—undeniably his.
"No wonder you’ve been hiding them... Haah..."
Drunk on his pheromones, Cheon Areum locked his feet around Yoon Seoyul even more tightly. Positioning himself between his legs, Yoon Seoyul bent down over Cheon Areum’s body, planting kisses along his jaw and nape, agitating him further.
"Try to stay relaxed... I’m going to put it in now."
"Hmm..."
Cheon Areum felt the thing, exactly as hot as him, probe around the soft-to-touch ring as it forced its way inside him bit by bit. The pressure grew, slow but insistent, as the thick heat of Yoon Seoyul’s body pushed inward, testing his limits. His hands instinctively clutched at Yoon Seoyul’s arms, fingernails digging into skin as his back arched beneath the strain.
"Wait!..."
He urged, every nerve in his body lit up like wildfire. It was impossible to steady his breath, not when every inch that entered him sent him spiraling deeper into sensation. Even with only half of him inside, his body betrayed him—shivering, twitching, unable to hold back the rush that overtook him again and again.
Pursing his lips, he weakly held onto Yoon Seoyul, his heart beating at 190 beats per minute. He squirmed around with only half the length in him, he came not once, not twice, but three times, all by himself. His legs trembled as he looked up. Yoon Seoyul hovered above, chest rising and falling, his gaze burning with restraint. Despite the heat between them, he hadn’t moved. His arms shook with visible veins from holding back, jaw clenched, the tension in his body palpable. Cheon Areum locked eyes with him as beads of sweat dropped onto his body.