DASH

A few hours later, Jihong woke up from fever and thirst. First of all, he took the phone and looked at the time. It was already past three nights, which surprised him greatly. And then he noticed that Jaekyung, who was supposed to sleep next to him, was nowhere to be found.

"Is he still watching the movie? And how is he going to get up tomorrow if he goes to bed so late?" However, there was no one there either. On the back of the couch were only Jaekyung's T-shirt and sweatpants, which he usually wore at home.

"What the... Maybe he came out for a while?" thought Jihon for a moment. But fatigue overcame him, and it did not even occur to him to call. He completely forgot that he was going to drink water, and lay down on the sofa. The living room was a little cooler than the bedroom, but it was still stuffy.

"It would be necessary to reduce the temperature on the thermostat." The thought flashed through his mind, but he didn't move, he just didn't want to.

The stickiness from sweat brought discomfort, but Jihong could not go to the shower: it was too tiring. So he lay there, completely exhausted, when suddenly his heart began to beat quickly and loudly, as if it was about to jump out, breaking through his ribs.

"What is it, why is that?" he cursed, pressing his palm on his chest.

In addition, some kind of aroma began to spread throughout the house. No, not just pleasant, but one that caused a strange excitement and even a slight euphoria.

Jihon opened his eyes and looked around. His gaze fell on Jaekyung's T-shirt, casually tossed on the back of the sofa. Before he had time to think, he pulled her to him and brought it to his nose: here was the answer.

Jihon was amazed. After all, they use the same shower gel and shampoo. Even clothes are washed with the same powder. Jihon inhaled again to make sure, and realized that he was not mistaken. Among the usual aromas of detergent and softener, something different, unique, clearly stood out.

Jihong had never paid attention to Jaekyung's body odor before, but now this subtle aroma was perceived with amazing sharpness. As if Jaekyung was somewhere nearby. And this made me warm and happy.

Jihong pressed his t-shirt tightly to his face, almost touching it with the tip of his nose, and took a deep breath. A faint but memorable aroma reached the lungs. Words could hardly convey it: it was neither sweet nor floral, but rather carried the coolness of fresh wind or water. Which made Jihon want to completely dissolve in him.

These thoughts conjured up an image of Jaekyung in the water, as he confidently sliced through its surface with his long arms and strong legs. His trained muscles surfaced before my eyes: toned abs, wide chest, strong hips. It all seemed so real, as if Jaekyung was here. Remembering how this strong body had once touched him, pressed him, restricted his movement, Jihong became excited.

Unaware of his actions, he reached into his underwear. And in a semi-conscious state, he began to masturbate. However, no matter how much Jihong caressed himself, he could not reach orgasm. Pleasant sensations seized him, and excitement grew rapidly. But something was still missing.

"Ah...

Jihong knew the reason: his body longed for something else. As soon as he admitted this fact, which he had ignored for so long, all doubts were dispelled. Sliding his hand over the tense crotch, he involuntarily winced - the lubricant secreted completely saturated the fabric. With a trembling finger, he slid inside, and the hot, wet walls immediately tightened around him.

"Mmm...

Along with a desperate spasm, a wave of suffocating, almost painful pleasure covered him. And then Jihon understood. Here it is. He went into heat. He inserted another finger and, pushing apart the throbbing walls, felt for a bump.

"Ah...

Even the slightest touch sent shivers through his whole body. Jihong rubbed and stroked this incredibly sensitive place, and could not hold back his moans. He tried to bite his lips to drown out his screams, but it only helped for a moment. Sounds escaped through clenched teeth, and Jihon shuddered as he listened to what was happening behind the door.

"Ah, ah, mmm...

"What if Jaekyung hears?" fear crept into Jihon's heart for a moment. He didn't want Jaekyung to see him like this, depraved and pitiful, because he would definitely be disappointed. But even these tormenting thoughts could not stop the hand. Jihon began to think that he heard the voice of his beloved.

"Come on, show me. I want to see."

"No, I don't want to. Jihon whispered silently, shaking his head. He clenched his legs in shame, and then Jaekyung continued, this time more gently, as if urging, "Don't squeeze your legs. Show me how depraved you are."

"Oh, no.

These words suppressed the last resistance. With trembling hands, Jihon pulled off his pants and spread his legs wide.

— Even wider.

He wanted to do as he was told, but the back of the sofa got in the way. Then he threw one leg over it, and lowered the other to the floor, only touching it with his toe. The pelvis ached from the tension, and the hole was completely exposed, greedily grasping for air. As soon as Jihong realized the obscenity of his posture, Jaekyung laughed and whispered in his ear, "You're so depraved.

At these words, his intestines clenched. Jihon hurriedly added another finger. He was already moving the three of them furiously, whispering their names madly: "Jaekyung-ah, Jaekyung-ah..."@@novelbin@@

In the dark living room, his hoarse moans could be heard, mingled with the sound of wet slaps. He was all ablaze with shame. And at the same rate, excitement grew. Finally, with a short cry, Jihon finished.

"Ah...

There was no time to enjoy the aftertaste of orgasm. He was breathing heavily, taking out his fingers to wipe away the, and at that moment, a stream of lubricant gushed out of him, instantly staining the sofa. In his confusion, he grabbed the first thing he could get his hands on to wipe himself off and almost burst into tears when he realized it was Jaekyung's clothes. Jihong tried to get up from the couch, but his legs buckled and he fell to the floor. He could not stand, any movement gave off a spasm throughout his body, making him tremble. And the entrance was constantly shrinking, releasing lubricant. Jihong knew what that meant. The body, thirsty for pregnancy, required fertilization. It sent him signals, warning him that it would not rest until the seed of the alpha erupted inside.

Almost crying, Jihong put his fingers inside. The mere touch of the inflamed flesh made him shrink and moan.

"Ah, mmm...

Despite his desperation, as soon as he started masturbating, his body began to obediently follow pleasure again. The body of the omega in heat was designed to turn any external stimulation into pleasure, so that it would be easier to endure the pain of the bite.

"Ah, ah... Jaekyung-ah, mmm...

He had no strength left to think about how disgusting he behaved, caressing himself, inhaling his native smell. Jihon just wanted this torment to stop. He wanted to finish as soon as possible, wash his clothes, wash and go to bed before Jaekyung returned and pretend that nothing had happened. Fortunately, the second orgasm came quickly. Despite the lack of ejaculation, his palm was covered with lubricant. Clutching his still cramping stomach, Jihong waited for the fever to subside. But it was useless. With every minute it became more and more unbearable, spreading all over his body. In the end, Jihon, sitting on the floor, burst into tears.

He sobbed silently, burying his face in Jaekyung's clothes. It was not the pain itself that frightened him, but the unknown. He was ready to do anything to make it end, even take some pills without worrying about the consequences.

"What is to be done? Jihon thought, cowering in the dark living room. "Maybe we should go to the hospital?" Or at least go to a round-the-clock pharmacy for medicines?... No, that's impossible."

It is too dangerous to go out in such a state. Who knows what might have happened if he had met an alpha on the street. Not everyone has taken blockers, and if one attacks, Jihong will not be able to defend himself. It would be good if he didn't start pestering herself.

Desperately lowering his head, Jihon suddenly noticed the cabinet and involuntarily crawled to it on his knees. He quickly opened the bottom drawer and took out a first aid kit. It still had a "do not open" sticker on it. With trembling hands, Jihon opened the first aid kit. He rummaged feverishly through it. And, to my relief, I found a set for emergency heat suppression.

After checking the expiration date, Jihon tore open the package without hesitation. Following the instructions, he removed the protective cap and applied the auto-injector to the outside of his thigh. Just before the injection, he took another look at the instructions and froze, seeing a warning highlighted in red: "This drug is intended for emergency use. It contains a high concentration of hormones to immediately suppress estrus, so do not use it in any other way. It is recommended to consult a doctor beforehand for safe use."

The words "high concentration of hormones" sobered him up. Jihong remembered the doctor's words. He said that suppressants would now only worsen his indicators, and it would take more time to restore the hormonal background. Therefore, he advised not to take any medication at all, even the lightest ones. And a drug with such a high concentration will certainly have a negative impact on health. Even if Jihon suppresses the heat now, it will definitely be detected in ten days during a blood test. If the doctor notices anything suspicious, he will start asking questions, and Jihong will not be able to hide anything.

No, a doctor is not a problem. Jihon was not afraid of being scolded. He doesn't care what some stranger thinks of him. But he didn't want to upset Jaekyung. If he found out that Jihon had taken suppressors, he would be disappointed. He will be even more upset that he could not rely on him. And Jihong can't stand it if Jaekyung cries like last time.

Then the image of the unfortunate guy appeared before his eyes, who silently shed bitter tears. Which made Jihon's heart sink.

It's better to be honest. It is better to show him everything, even yourself, distraught from heat, and ask for help. No matter how pathetic and disgusting Jihong was, it was still better than hurting Jaekyung. After all, he said that he would not be disappointed. You just need to trust.

Jihon put the syringe on the floor. He picked up from the floor the clothes that he had thrown when he was looking for a first-aid kit, and, pressing them to his chest, buried his face in it. The familiar aroma soothed a little and chased away anxiety. But in the lower abdomen, the heat flared up with renewed vigor. As a result, Jihon pressed his knees tighter to his chest, afraid that he would involuntarily stretch his hand down again.

"Pip-pip-pip-pip."

Outside the door, the sound of a code being typed was heard. Then the lock clicked, and Jaekyung entered the apartment along with the cold air.