Chapter 66: This is also him
Cheon Areum bit down on his lips once more, bracing for Yoon Seoyul to become even faster—fueled by the ’alluring’ pheromones he’d taken in so willingly. But Yoon Seoyul’s technique shifted unexpectedly. Instead of ramming with unabating force against the swollen spot, he began to pull nearly the entire length out, only to plug it back in with profound depth, lingering in that position accidentally on purpose, with a newfound restraint. It felt akin to performing a split with trembling, shivering legs—forced to hold the agonizing pose despite the unbearable strain rippling through his core.
Unable to endure any longer, Cheon Areum tapped out, his trembling hand patting Yoon Seoyul’s back—the same hand that had muffled his cries. He came in a shuddering rush just as Yoon Seoyul chose to pull out again, leaving behind a fleeting black-hole. Yoon Seoyul eased back, yet maintained an unshakable grip on Cheon Areum’s right hand, applying straining pressure, refusing to let go.
"Ah... ha, ah...!!"
Granting him not even a second to catch his breath after ejaculation, Yoon Seoyul surged back into his depths with enraptured thrusts. Cheon Areum hurriedly obscured his lower face again after realizing how loud he’d been, but this time, Yoon Seoyul’s hand clamped over his own—covering his mouth and nose, stifling his gasps in a solid, unyielding hold.
He had been suppressing his voice, careful not to wake Rian who was sleeping upstairs, but this—this was far too much. His lungs burned from the trapped pheromones, his breath catching in his throat. He couldn’t even breathe like this!
"Mhm..."
Anxiously awaiting Yoon Seoyul to pull out, Cheon Areum tried to call out, but his faint, breathless sound barely rippled the air, failing to stir Yoon Seoyul from his laser-focused aggression. Cheon Areum knew he was on the brink of release, but watching Yoon Seoyul hover at the edge, refusing to pull out, made him hold his breath—eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and fear.
Just when Cheon Areum was sure Yoon Seoyul would come, he suddenly pulled out. The heavy hand stifling his breath lifted. Yoon Seoyul stroked his length, releasing in powerful spurts across Cheon Areum’s stomach, where his own cum already pooled. The warm liquids merged in a slick, glistening blend. Cheon Areum’s head spun, his senses overwhelmed as he passed out due to the lack of oxygen.
*
The moment Cheon Areum’s heavy eyelids fluttered open, Yoon Seoyul’s face filled his vision—too close, black eyes wide open and staring at him. Cheon Areum quickly pulled the blanket over his face.
"Areum?"