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The person on the other side threw the door with such force that Baekjin thought they would need to call a door installation technician.
There was no need to look away from the numbers to know the person who entered his office with such ferocity.
The loud heavy breathing whispered in the quiet room, fuming heat surrounding it.
He did not question Humin’s anger. He would reveal it himself.
“Fucking do something about him,” Humin’s voice was loud but not a shout. His tone was filled with anger.
Baekjin stopped his pen, putting it down lazily as he watched Humin plop himself on the leather couch with a frustrated huff.
“Switch Seongje with someone else for my shifts.” Baekjin stared at him, soaking in Humin's scowling expression which made him look like a crab giving a feisty stare back at him.
He was really adorable.
“What did he do?” Baekjin did not give much mind to the question. To be perfectly blunt, this issue did not make it onto Baekjin's priority list. He had decided to pair Seongje with Humin a long time ago.
“He does not listen to me at all.” Baekjin's focus was back on the payment checklist, hearing Humin drag his words with clenching teeth. “I have said it before, you have to be patient with him.” The response made the older man more piqued.
“Seriously?” Humin clicked his tongue, standing up and making his way towards the desk. He continued, “I do not care. He does not keep his mouth shut and it disturbs me with the work.” Fairly, Baekjin did understand it. If his actions regarding Humin and Seongje were not arbitrary, he would have changed Humin's partner.
But Seongje made it clear who he wanted to work with, aligning the situation exactly how Baekjin wanted from the start.
“There will be no change. My members' schedule has been in order for a long time.” He noticed the errors in one of the lists, frowning a little while correcting it, and proceeded to recheck it again.
“So what?” Humin stood tall, looking down at the sitting figure with a pouting face.
“So, it will disturb the whole chain. It is too much work.” The sound of rhythmic stretching filled the space between them. Baekjin looked up. “Seongje was the only one with no partner,” and then he went back to arranging the expense sheet.
Humin sucked in air, letting out a shaky sigh.
“Then teach him some manners.” Baekjin controlled his pheromones at the words, not letting a bit of scent exude out of his scent gland. The sentence provided a deep satisfaction to the leader, indicating how he was the only one who could handle his unwavering Omega.
He wondered if Humin managed to find out about Seongje's second gender. It would take a few more days with the way Seongje was around him all the time.
It was Humin, Baekjin's first alpha, so there was no need to feel possessiveness over his future mate.
“You are disturbing my work right now.”
“Yeah, and that is how he does it too!” Baekjin closed his eyes before opening them and looking up at his friend.
“Baku, my decisions will not change. If a leader alters the rules based on your every whim, it will be perceived as a weakness, prompting further demands.” He hoped he made himself pretty convincing to the person glaring down at him.
Did Humin know his pheromones were leaking in this stiff office? There was no anger dominating in his scent, only desperation.
It felt forced and nervous, like Humin knew what might follow if he continued to stay with Seongje.
It put a lopsided smile on his lips which he quickly hid.
Baekjin did not comment on his scent and Humin left the room with a stiff neck.
Every corner of the Yeongdeungpo district was aware of the nature of Geum Seongje, so it bent its barriers and surrendered at his will.
Except Humin.
It did not bother him though. Rather, it served him a sweet purpose, silken and twisted.
The intimidation rising from the Alpha allured him, awaking all the sinister intentions he kept hidden inside a locker.
When Baekjin informed him about Humin joining the Union, it jolted him with such joy that his Alpha could smell the vicious delight.
“That is such bad news.” The words did not coincide with his expression. Baekjin only gave him a chilling smirk in return.
Humin did not dominate Seongje's mind like Baekjin did.
Humin lay more on his entertainment side, an obsession for something that caught his eyes. It did not consume him the way Baekjin did, never leaving him with aching bones that could only feel loved if his beloved Alpha held him in his embrace.
But one thing was common, the satisfaction. Humin made it addictive to want him, matching Baekjin's own pull.
It was surprising for Seongje too. He never wanted to desire something Baekjin had been too obsessed with as it used to leave a bitter taste on his tongue.
However, the frequent visits, the outbursts of Humin, and the way something pulled him towards the hulking presence stayed rooted inside his skin.
And obviously, Baekjin noticed. Seongje let him. He let Baekjin spot his gaze whenever Humin showed up in front of them, making it apparent how Seongje's scent used to spike with a more primal hunger.
Baekjin never complained, always encouraging the behavior. He never acted the way he did whenever a nobody tried to stand close to him, and never made violent strikes at the mere thought of anyone daring to touch the omega.
Any rules that applied to others crumbled instantly when it came to Humin.
Baekjin wanted Humin with more ferocity now, not because of his own craving, but simply because his omega demanded him.
There was an inevitable rule in the Union that Seongje got everything he desired with a look in his eyes.
Rumors had it that Baekjin had been put under a spell by Seongje.
It may or may not be false.
Humin noticed how much Baekjin let Seongje get away with. It pissed him off.
Whenever there was a complaint about the little shit, Baekjin would either hum or give an order to bring Seongje to his office. There was no real punishment or a scolding.
And no one dared to point out the hypocrisy.
He still remembered the scene when he was fresh in the Union. A guy he did not know threw a big fit in the bowling alley.
He was cursing and throwing stuff around. Baekjin was there, letting him run amok. The members were off duty, away from the alley. Only Humin stayed behind.
“Will you not stop him?” he asked the leader. Baekjin stood silently, waiting for the man to finish with the chaos.
But something unexpected happened. They did not hear the thumping steps from the stairs. No one saw Seongje's body emerging from the hallway until a crystal vase the man hurled flew in the direction of the new arrival.
Humin was on his instinct instantly. He watched the vase flying and hitting directly in the corner Seongje came from, escaping by the skin of his teeth. Even the sharper man could not see it until he felt some pieces of the shattered glass piercing his skin.
“What the fuck?” Seongje looked ahead, ready to attack whoever threw the thing at him, but someone else reacted fast. It was Humin's first time seeing Baekjin moving with lightning speed.
In a second, the man was on the floor with Baekjin's hand wrapped around his throat in a death grip.
Humin thought he should intervene and tell his friend he was going to kill that person, but he thought a little beating was justified.
Seongje stood close to Baekjin, enjoying the moment.
Humin meddled only when the man was crushed enough with blood dripping from his face. Thankfully, Baekjin stopped. He was not sure if he stopped because he was told to or due to his eyes landing on Seongje, who was rubbing the scratches on his face with a pout.
“Baekjinnie, should I kill him? Look what he did.” He gave Baekjin a weird look.
Humin still remembered how soft Baekjin's tone went while he took him to the patch up room.
“How long is this going to take?” A bored complaint came to Humin from behind as he was fumbling with papers in a cramped shelf.
“It would be faster if you decided to become useful.” Seongje snorted at the response, admiring the layout of the small office of someone whose name he did not even know. It was Daejang's place they were stealing from.
Humin was too stressed to read some papers fully. He just took the one that was locked inside the cabinet, breaking it apart with one pull.
Seongje lost his breath at the sheer strength.
“Let us go. Are these enough?” Humin was already making his way out but a hand stopped him.
“Well, let me see first.” He took the files from his hand, flipping through them with great attention. Humin was surprised at how fast Seongje wore his duty like an adept.
“Where is the transaction bill?” Seongje did not give him a second to reply, spinning on a dime to find it.
When he did flush out the papers he was looking for, he showed them to Humin, displaying a disappointed look. “We cannot disappoint Baekjin now, can we?” The sly smile Seongje gave him made his nervous system go on high alert.
His damn face and his damn smile.
Humin was slowly losing his capacity for rational thinking.
The sun outside was on their necks immediately as they left the silent warehouse. Seongmok was already ahead of them, taking his own bike out of the alley and starting it.
“See ya,” and with the last word, he was out on the road.
“Why is this guy always in a hurry?” Humin mindlessly asked.
“It must be something to do with you.” Humin altered his gaze at the little one, frowning at Seongje's words.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He did not get an explicit reply. Seongje pulled out his tongue a little, beeping at him.
“God.” With a final huff, Humin put on his helmet, giving the one in the back to Seongje.
“Careful, you will spoil me,” Seongje teased him. Humin gritted his jaw, mounting the Kawasaki.
Humin could not detect the intense stare at his thighs. Seongje did not make it obvious.
Seongje hopped on the back with a sigh. “This fuckass helmet hurts my ears.” Humin kicked the gear, not trying to hear anything the annoyed brat had to say.
“I am removing it.”
Humin slowed down the motorbike. “Do not you fucking dare, Seongje,” Humin warned.
“But!”
“No fucking buts. Is it too hard for you to stay still and behave?” For a beat, there was dead silence with only the air hitting their ears, and then Seongje's voice came. “Why do not you make me behave?” The sentence was whispered on his neck, Seongje's soft breath hitting the nape with such a force that Humin feared he would lose balance.
Seongje's gummy smile grew, his hands wrapping themselves around Humin's waist with a slithering movement. “Is it your natural scent, Humin?” His tone was laced with seductivity, knocking the air out of his lungs.
Seongje's lips were so close to his scent gland, making his hand tremble as heat pooled up.
“Seongje, do not.”
“I am staying still, am I not?” He cooed, tightening the hold around his torso.
“Do not do it!” Humin said it more firmly this time. Seongje did not move a bit further.
He could feel his pheromones leaking mildly. But Seongje stayed unfading, no natural smell seeping from the person behind him.
Seongje does not have a second gender. That was what Humin liked to believe.
The feathery effect did not fade away even when Seongje withdrew his lips from his nape, a tingling sensation spreading on his neck.
The reports were being sent to Baekjin through Seongje.
Humin did not question why Seongje was the one reporting when most of the work was done by other members. He stayed in the small room on the second floor of the alley.
A knock stole his attention from the scrolling on his phone. “Come in.” Did Seongje come here to annoy him again?
To his relief, Seongmok's face peeped in from the doorframe. “Dinner at 8 sharp.” No time to reply. The man was already gone.
Strange guy.
Humin thought about what he would have for dinner. He could not seem to complain about Baekjin's choice for their food though. He always brought his favorite when they all ate together.
Eating together with Seongje and Baekjin was a nerve-wracking thing for him, even if he was enjoying the meal.
The tension between those two was so thick, not in a painful way but like how a mated pair would be around each other.
Of course Humin noticed. It was in his nature to do that.
He noted how Seongje calmed down every time Baekjin was near him, and how he became more chatty but in a soft, gentle tone.
Baekjin's behavior was more confusing. His shoulders loosened, his gaze softened, and the edges slowly faded with only the presence of Seongje being near him.
Seongje snapped Baekjin's attention in the blink of an eye. It felt like no one else was in their world when they were together.
Humin found himself annoyed at the thought, knowing how little he knew about Baekjin.
There was an envious void echoing somewhere in his heart.
He did not deserve to be gazed at the way Baekjin gazed at Seongje, and he was not rich enough in luck to be looked at how Seongje looked at Baekjin like he was his only world.
He craved it nonetheless.
The slices of warmth from Seongje when he came closer to him, the predatory eyes Baekjin gave him, the things Seongje whispered in his ears without any warning, and the sharp possessive words that bound his hands at Baekjin's will.
He craved it all.
And it fucked him up. It messed with his mind to know how similar he felt around those two.
And Seongje and Baekjin's relationship was still puzzling him.
After resting some more on the bed, which had a surprisingly good mattress, he got a text from Baekjin to come for dinner.
It still baffled him how guys at the Union never forgot to share meals together, even if they were at each other's throats within a second.
He left his jacket on the bed, put on his sneakers, and went to the nearest sink to wash his hands.
The first thing he noticed was two more presences aside from Seongje and Baekjin.
Seongmok and Dongha.
They often ate here too.
Seongje looked at him with interest as he sat down on the empty chair left for him. Baekjin was closest to Seongje, sitting on the couch with him.
His package was already there.
Seongje was the only one paying attention to his movements. He could feel the gaze traveling from his thighs to his arms. It made him feel something.
Others were too busy to pay attention to his entrance, or if Baekjin did pay attention, he hid it well.
In between the bites of his food, he noticed some movements.
“Baekjinnie, you like capsicum, right?” Seongje put all the vegetables on Baekjin's plate. Humin thought they might start arguing this time. Baekjin hated dirtying his plate with someone else's food.
But much to his surprise, Baekjin just accepted all the stuff calmly and then put a meatball on Seongje's plate. “You are not eating enough these days.”
“Ah, it is due to my pre-heat.” Humin halted, visibly shocked.
Wait a fucking minute.
What the fuck do you mean pre-heat?
He is messing up like he always does, is he not? Humin tried to reason it with this thought.
He looked at Baekjin to see his reaction but the man stared unfazed, only checking his phone and replying to Seongje, “One week left. Stop going on missions.” With that, they went back to eating, and Seongje was busy fussing with his meatball. Seongmok was whispering something unrelated to the conversation into Dongha's ear. They looked completely uninterested in what was happening.
It only seemed to affect Humin.
He noticed Seongje's glaze from time to time and decided to say, “You are an omega?” Seongje stared at him with a dumbfounded look. It was most likely a covered expression to hide his wide smile.
“You are saying it like it is a problem,” he answered. Right. Never a straight answer from Geum Seongje.
“Why the fuck would it be a problem?” They all looked unfazed. Only Seongje talked with him.
After some more bickering, Humin was finished with the dinner. Dongha went out with Seongmok while Seongje slacked on the sofa. Baekjin, too, left as soon as he was done.
This left Seongje and Humin alone.
The exact tension returned to the room, heavily perceptible.
The moment Seongje's gaze fell upon the disturbed man, it all hit him so hard. The signs, Seongje's behavior, and now his mild scent.
Humin did his best to compose himself, to not let out any growl or allow his Alpha to shout from inside.
He remembered all the marks.
The way Seongje always sat so close to Baekjin. The way they rubbed their wrists together. Seongje’s disappearance every three months.
And his eyes.
It all made sense now.
Humin's throat tightened and his ears felt so hot.
“You look like you are about to explode.” He scanned how delicately Seongje got up, heading towards the door.
“Clean the tables. We have a meeting at 9.” With those words he was out, leaving Humin with the tables and his own mess.
How did he miss it all?
Fuck fuck fuck.
Humin wanted to bang his head on the wall. He could not control the immense amount of feelings pouring out of him for the omega he always hated.
It had been three days since Humin found out about Seongje's gender, and he had been on edge ever since.
Whenever Seongje was too close to him, he could feel the sharp chocolatey smell. Surprisingly, it seemed to wrap around Humin and Baekjin only.
“It only applies to the mark. Baku? Baku!” Humin's body arrived on the ground from his cloudy thoughts. Baekjin stared at him unimpressed.
“Back on the earth?” Humin huffed, looked down on the papers scattered on the desk, and then stared at Baekjin.
“There is something going on between you and Seongje, right?” Baekjin's expression did not change a bit.
“Fucking say it.”
“It is not a secret.”
“You sure as hell did not make it public.” He gritted his teeth.
“It is better this way. Less questions and more focus on the work.” Baekjin got back to analyzing new files.
“Then why does he act like that around me?” Humin could not help but feel disappointed at the confirmation of their relationship. It felt like losing a gem, or worse.
“Did not someone tell you as a whisper that we are open, only for a certain person?” It took him a while to grasp it. The smirk on Baekjin's neat face helped him to get what he actually meant.
“The fuck?” That was all he could say at the moment before Baekjin distracted him back to work.
The next day Baekjin called him for a task at 10:00 PM. His body was protesting as he took steps ahead, his shoulders heavy and his mind fuzzy.
He opened the door, his lids fluttering around the room until they landed on two figures.
Humin's breath hitched, the fuzziness leaving his brain so fast.
Baekjin was in his usual form, precise and unbothered. What shook him on his feet was Seongje curled up on Baekjin's lap.
And he was letting out mewls. Purrs. He was fucking purring, burying his head in Baekjin's neck.
Right. It was pre-heat. Omegas tend to get more mushy and clingy around the arrival of their heat.
But fuck, no one could have prepared him for this sight.
Seongje was not wearing his typical clothes. A big tee wrapped his upper body formlessly, and the shorts hugged his thighs in a perfect manner.
Humin gulped down the saliva pooling in his mouth.
He fit well in Baekjin's arms. There was so much beauty radiating around the omega that it took him into a different domain.
Brown sugary thighs stared back at him, telling him something forbidden.
“Why did you?”
“There is some disturbance in our area in Ganghak. Make sure it is clean by tomorrow.” Right, another gang to take down.
How the fuck was he supposed to work with a clear mind after seeing this?
Seongje peeked out to look at him. Humin noticed how soft he had gone. His features lost their sharp edges, his lips formed a pout, and his eyes were slurry.
The view left Humin numb with only his heart beating rapidly.
Without creeping too much, he left the scene with a heart thudding inside his chest and ears bright red.
Seongje was absent, and so was Baekjin.
They must have been spending the heat together.
Baekjin managed to come into his office to handle some things, but after that, he quickly got out.
They were given light work this week.
Humin stayed in his small room most of the week, thinking about how Seongje must be in his heat, letting Baekjin take care of it.
He wanted to be there for him. He wanted to take care of the sassy Omega.
How would his pussy feel around his cock? Was it already loosened by Baekjin's girth? Or was it still tight and hot?
He wanted to find out, desiring to taste every single slick coming out of the Omega's cunt.
There was no sense of his surroundings now. Humin did not know when his hand went under his pants, rubbing the length with a shaky breath.
He imagined how sweet the mess would smell, just like Seongje's scent. He would make him pay for all the times he got on his every last nerve.
It did not take long to fasten his hand movement around his dick.
Would Seongje whine and beg him to make him cum? Or would he be feisty even in bed?
He wanted to find out everything.
Humin felt his release getting closer. The only image his brain could form was Seongje's lips sucking his tip with glossy eyes.
It pushed him towards the euphoric release.
He visualized his pretty Omega taking his whole cock inside his mouth. “Fuck, Seongje!” The vision went blurry, black dots greeting the area. His body felt like it was on a cloud with so much pleasure.
His hands were sticky and his underwear was too wet. But Humin could not feel any guilt. There was nothing to be ashamed about.
Rumors were saying Baekjin knocked Seongje up. It made Humin feel something, not anger but agitation. Swelter coiled around his gut. There was some sort of letdown as well about how he was not the one responsible for this rumor.
“Maybe Seongje is an omega and he got knocked up by Baekjin,” a boy spoke in enthusiasm.
“That is why they are taking too long to come back,” another said.
Humin heard all kinds of whispers as he made his way to Dongha.
“Where is Baekjin? Is he back?” he asked Dongha, who looked up at him from his phone. “Inside his office, but do not go yet,” he warned.
Humin did not like it when any Union lackey told him what to do.
That was why he was going in now.
However, he could feel something smoky with every step he took forward.
His Alpha was unsettling in its place.
He turned the knob with a firm motion. But nothing, nothing could prepare him for the sight in front of his eyes.
The loud noises finally arrived inside his eardrums, something that had been prevented by the thick soundproof walls.
His feet were jammed.
No fucking way.
Seongje's naked body shone in Humin's eyes, moving up and down with practiced movements. This was insane. Fucking insane.
There were clothes sparse everywhere. Something dark and lacy caught his attention the most.
Baekjin riveted his gaze on him, a petite knowing grin appearing on his lips.
Seongje did not give him a glance at first, too lost in getting pounded by the thick cock.
Everything was on display and Humin knew he should get the fuck out of there. That was what a normal, sane person would do.
But Humin was not sane, not normal when it came to Seongje. His feet were planted on the ground even if his mind told him to move out of there.
“Welcome, Humin-ah,” Baekjin said to him from the couch, sitting on it like a king with a kingdom on his shoes.
Seongje seemed too disoriented to understand what Baekjin was saying or the new presence. That was why Baekjin helped him by taking his chin in his hand and moving it towards Humin.
“Look who is here to visit you, your favorite toy.” The words caught him in a spider web, his anger subsiding as soon as Seongje's eyes fell on him. His face was wet with tears and his glasses were lost. There was so much vulnerability in those orbits.
“Fuck,” Humin whispered to himself.
“Won't you invite him?” Baekjin asked as he delivered a rough thrust inside. Wetness sprayed out so quickly from his cunt. Seongje kept letting out soft mewls on Baekjin's lap.
Humin felt his neck go hot.
He could see Seongje's ass from here, softly moving with every thrust. It drove him so mad.
When he was too lost in admiring the view, something sharp echoed around the walls.
Slap.
Baekjin just slapped Seongje. Hard.
What the fuck?
Humin's eyes widened, a sharp curse on his tongue. How could he slap Seongje?
“When I tell you something, I expect you to reply. How many times have I told you that?” Seongje let out more slick on Baekjin's lap, his eyes coming back to his Alpha with the pain.
“Baku, please come closer.” Seongje said in a broken tone. Humin could not help himself and did what the Omega asked.
“Why would you slap him?” he asked with a firm voice when he was finally in front of them. Baekjin let out a chuckle.
“Our Humin-ah is so caring, is not he?” He spoke in an artificial purring voice, caressing the cheek he had just slapped. “But does he know you enjoy it?” With the last sentence, he delivered another raw, stinging strike on his adorable cheek.
Seongje did not protest at all, hiccuping and continuing to enjoy the fucking.
“Tell him,” Baekjin ordered.
“You are treating him too aggressively.” Humin tried to voice his concern but Seongje's words interrupted him. “I enjoy it. I love it so much!”
Satisfaction crossed Baekjin's face. He grabbed Seongje's face and kissed his lips vigorously.
Now, Humin felt like he was disturbing the scene.
Until a hand beckoned to him, trying to get a hold of his hand.
“He wants you closer,” Baekjin clarified, unloosing the tight grip he had on Seongje's waist to give him more access so that he could stretch his body further to reach Humin.
Mercifully, Humin took Seongje's sweating hand in his own, soothing it with his thumb. He looked extremely tempting, his big eyes staring at him while his body was mauled into nothing but a bitch in heat. “Shh, you are okay.” He aimed to provide some sort of comfort to the shuddering Omega.
Seongje had another plan. He gestured with his hands to the empty seat next to Baekjin. Both Alphas noticed it, and Humin wavered to look Baekjin in the eyes.
“I am not sure if I should sit there. I should probably go back.” But it was too late. His crinkly voice filled with lust was too clear. The whole office smelled so strong that Humin could not even think of moving much without getting hit by the pheromones swaying in the atmosphere.
Humin gulped back. “No, want you here,” Seongje spoke between thrusts.
“Sit.” Baekjin was the next one to tell him to take the seat beside him. Did he know Humin might do something worse than slapping Seongje? Were they aware of the willpower it was taking to not jump like a desperate dog?
“Baekjin, I cannot.”
“He wants you to sit down.” The leader's tone waxed into peremptory sharpness. It left Humin with nothing but conformity. His legs shook as he sank into the leather couch.
From here, he could see Seongje's chest and abdomen, all reddened with fresh marks and bruises. Some went purple, possibly given by Baekjin during his heat.
His cock was throbbing inside his pants rock solid.
Finally, he allowed himself to admire Seongje's pussy. And fuck, it was the best thing his eyes had ever landed on. It was split on Baekjin's cock gorgeously, all basked in his own slick.
He could feel Seongje's eyes fluttering to him every now and then. Other than that, they stayed in slurry movements. Tears spilled down his red cheeks.
The pastel clit peeking out of his cunt was succulent. He wanted to suck on it so bad.
“He is enjoying the view, baby.” Baekjin's voice cooled into their ears, making Seongje give a lazy smirk directed at him.
“You guys are insane,” Humin responded, as if his dick was not driving him mad with need. Baekjin's words put a small smirk on Seongje's face.
The movements up and down played with Humin's brain tantalizingly. He wanted to reach out, to take those small breasts in his hand and squeeze them. The hunger to replace Baekjin's cock with his own was growing with every second. He could feel sweat dripping down his nape.
“He looks tired.” Humin held Seongje's hand, drawing circles with his thumb on his palm. Seongje let him.
“Such a caring Alpha you have here, hm?” Baekjin sent another harsh thrust into his walls. The smaller one shook hard. Humin would have protested if not for his face being so red with pleasure and his eyes rolling back with every push.
“You like another Alpha watching you, huh?” The echoing slaps went straight to Humin's dick, making him tighten his hold on Seongje's hand. Seongje barely nodded, weeping on Baekjin's lap.
“Did not know you were such a whore.” The filth sent Seongje's body on fire, wiring his brain to different dimensions.
“Not a whore,” Seongje managed to defend.
“You love getting fucked in daylight by seducing your alpha, wetting this pussy when another man is watching you while holding your hand.” Humin kept lusting over the scene, not caring enough to defend Seongje from the fiery smacks or every time a hand came down on his clit hard.
The scene was hotter than any porn he had ever seen.
“Might as well invite the whole Union, shall we?” Seongje shook his head frantically, fresh tears decorating his face.
“No, please!” They could see how close Seongje was with slick spurting out of his hole.
“Gonna cum, Baekjinnie.” The walls went black and white, his ears ringing as he reached his peak, every assault on his sensitive spot stunning him into a stupor.
Baekjin buried his own cum deep inside Seongje, reaching his cervix with no barrier. Humin never left the sweaty hand throughout all this, looking at the shining body with a mesmerizing gaze.
Seongje's grip loosened on his hand as his exhausted body lay on top of Baekjin's chest. His sobs continued in small mewls, receiving caressing and soft pecks from Baekjin.
Baekjin leaned towards him a little, heedful not to disrupt the passed out omega nestling in his arms.
Humin got an approved smile from Baekjin, the most sincere one. His answer was still silence, processing so much in such a cramped atmosphere. The raging boner took all his emotions and rationality.
“I will tuck him into bed, then we can talk.” Seongje mumbled something when Baekjin carried him into the small room attached to the workspace.
This left Humin alone to deal with what just happened.
His eyes traveled to the piece of cloth again, lying on the floor next to his shoes. It was black and intricate underwear. Humin could swear it tempted him first.
His hands trembled, the ghost of Seongje's skin still present so lively. He was torn between being a respectable man and giving in to his animalistic wants.
In the end, he left in hasty strides with a forbidden cloth hiding inside his pocket.
He took it out as soon as he shut the bathroom door, looking at it with wide eyes. It was still damp, an aromatic scent hitting his nose. Just like his pretty baby.
“Fuck, you looked so pretty,” Humin talked in his mind, imagining Seongje riding his own dick. The belt came undone, and his boxers settled on his knees along with his pants.
He was dripping, and was not going to last much longer.
Humin squeezed the tip, letting the precum soak his fingers. A whimper escaped from his lips. “Seongje-ah.” His fist gripped the length, rubbing it with a skilled motion. He grasped the lingerie tightly, taking a sniff with every thrust.
It felt wrong, yet he could not care about the guilt. It was too much for him.
A thought crossed his mind, halting his movements on his cock. He gave it a thought and then, with a “fuck it,” Humin slid the fabric past his lips, tasting the dried silky cum on his tongue. The action pushed him to jerk his cock fast, muttering Seongje's name like beads on a string.
The image of his naked body played in his mind, the cloth still inside his mouth as he sucked on it.
He took the piece out only when he could feel his release closer to the edge, draping it on his dick.
“Fuck.” With the last rough jerk, the cum adorned the material.
It took him some minutes to come down from his high.
The only thought ringing in his ears was that he was going to claim Geum Seongje.