"If things continue at the same pace, then the imminent demise won't be so surprising, will it?"

Of course, he didn't mean the bed. Everything is already clear with her. She died faster than he expected. In the second or third round, with every movement of Jaekyung, a terrible creak was heard from all directions. The springs seemed to be completely worn out, and the mattress sank in several places, which was visible to the naked eye. However, the problem will be solved by a new purchase.

But it doesn't work like that with the human body.

Jihong began to sincerely worry about his condition. And if he didn't do something, he would definitely die. Jihong had never doubted his physical strength before, but now his confidence had waned.

That's how hard it has become. The matter was aggravated by the fact that they are extremely compatible in bed. And the more excited he was, the more energy he was.

In addition, the lower position brought him too much pleasure, and the orgasm lasted longer and more intense. But the catch is that it was also very exhausting. After such marathons and endless extravaganzas, Jihong was completely exhausted. Yes, it was his own fault: he lost his head and did not limit himself to one time, but how could it be otherwise?

"No, seriously, why the hell is he so good?" frowned Jihong, biting the filter in a detached way. "Kwon Jaekyung isn't the type to play tricky games, so why am I losing my mind when we're together? They say that athletes are naturally good in many ways, even when they are just breathing or sleeping. Is this really the virtue of an outstanding swimmer?"

He remembered their first sex. And then Jaekyung was not particularly ceremonious with him. But what cannot be taken away from him is an unusually developed instinct: the guy easily found the weaknesses and sensitive points of Jihon. The second time, he acted as if he knew every inch of his body. And realizing that with a sufficient release of lubricant, he would be able to easily penetrate, he began to use this too.

Unsurprisingly, by the third time, Jaekyung had gone so far as to control Jihon's body as if it were his own. In any case, it's better than if their intercourse gave only pain.

However, there is one problem. Jihon had certain preferences: he liked to take the initiative into his own hands, regardless of whether he was in the lower position or in the upper position. He was convinced that he could do anything his partner wanted. The principle is quite simple: you get exactly as much as you give yourself. And if you give your partner pleasure, he will also try to reciprocate you. After all, sex is an interaction between two parties.

And with Jaekyung, everything is completely different... Despite his euphoria, Jihong often felt embarrassed because he was constantly losing his temper. And, of course, he was a wingman.

And if Jaekyung knew what he was thinking, he would say something like, "Hyun, what the hell are you talking about? You've just cummed four times."

"Yes, that's the rub, I like it, that's what's really disturbing," Jihong muttered.

He was just afraid to get used to it.

"There really is something between alphas and omegas, doesn't there?" "Their bodies are optimized for reproduction. They are designed to give each other maximum pleasure. Perhaps that's why I get wet so quickly during sex with him. But this was not the case with the previous alphas either... Maybe they are not alphas at all? Yes, it is possible..."

Jihon never changed his bad habit of inventing too much and giving explanations to everything that happened to him. And sometimes it came to emotions, which he attributed to physiology, then to nature. At least he understood perfectly well in his head that these were just empty excuses.

Noticing that the cigarette was burned out, Jihong threw the cigarette butt on the floor and extinguished it with a slipper. And then he took out another one.

In the dark atmosphere of the evening, thick tobacco smoke spread again.

When Jaekyung arrived, it was still daylight. Now everything around was plunged into deep darkness. The end of September came suddenly, and the days became much shorter. There were sharp jumps in temperature, and after sunset it was already cold.

"I should have taken the jacket," Jihong shivered, still holding the cigarette in his mouth. He liked to smoke in this weather, but it seemed strange to him to stand on the balcony in this form.

"I'm not even a husband who was kicked out by his wife," he sneered, and at that moment, Jaekyung, as if reading his thoughts, opened the door with his hair wet from the shower.

"Hyung, are you smoking here because of me?"

And, without waiting for an answer, he immediately joined him: "Just smoke indoors."

Jaekyung's hair was still damp, probably because he had just come out of the shower.

"You'll catch a cold." Go inside.

"You too, hyung," Jaeyoken said, getting close to him.

"I'll finish my cigarette now."

"Just smoke there." This is your home.

"You hate the smell of cigarettes.

"I've already said that yours don't stink.

"Oh, come on," Jihon laughed, exhaling smoke in the direction of the stubborn man. "The study proved that secondhand smoke is more dangerous for the lungs."

"Nonsense. "Active" smoking is a hundred times worse.

"Well, you can't argue with that," Jihong smiled, biting into the filter.

To which Jaekyung, after a while, kissed him.

"Hey, there are people down there," Jihon protested, embarrassed, pushing the guy away from him.

"No one is looking.

"yes, people in the building opposite can see it too. Don't do it here.

"Then finish and let's go inside," Jaekyung casually tossed, grabbed a cigarette and extinguished it against the railing. And then he dragged the dumbfounded Jihon back into the living room.

Instead of sitting on the couch, Jaekyung sat down on the carpeted floor. And immediately he pulled Jihon with him, forcing him to sit between his legs.

"Hey, isn't it too much?"

In the end, Jihong gave up, but he couldn't help but be embarrassed. It seemed to be a very gentle pose meant for lovers.

"What's wrong?" asked Jaekyung shamelessly, hugging him from behind to prevent him from escaping. "It's cold, I'll sit like that for a while. Am I getting in the way?"

"No, but you should dry your hair since you're cold."

"They'll dry out on their own soon," he replied, burying his face in Jihon's shoulder. For some reason, Jihong could not cope with the awkwardness, this guy in a strange way often drove him into the paint. It's surprising that he reacts like that at all, after what they did in bed.

Trying to ignore the tickling feelings, Jihong deliberately ran his fingers through Jaekyung's wet hair, "Do you want me to dry your hair?"

Wanting to stay in the same position, Jaekyung stubbornly shook his head.

In the end, Jihon just had to put up with it: "Okay, do what you want." But he continued to stroke his wet hair anyway.

The familiar aroma of shampoo and shower gel only intensified the strange sensations somewhere deep inside: in his own apartment, he was hugged by Jaekyung, who smelled the same.

Perhaps even their thoughts were incredibly synchronized, as Jaekyung, still buried in his shoulder, suddenly spoke, "Hyung, I think your shower gel has a unique scent."

"Is it?" And it seems to be ordinary: sage and rosemary.

"The one I have at home is very sweet.

"Maybe it's honey with moringa? Mrs. Shim must love them, and Kwon Jaekyung seems to use what she buys," Jihong thought.

Jihon initially opted for citrus gels, but when he learned that his pheromones had herbal notes, he switched to products with a similar flavor to mask them in case of a hormonal surge.

Gathering courage, Jihong decided to ask a question that had been bothering him for a long time: "Do my pheromones smell the same?" - trying to feign carelessness and carelessness.

In fact, he had been wanting to ask Jaekyung for a long time. However, it was somehow embarrassing to raise such sensitive topics.

— No, it's completely different

"How?"

"Your smell is richer and darker. At first, I thought it was perfume.

"What, really? Is he that good?" asked Jihon, slightly surprised. "You said they smelled like grass."

"Not really," Jaekyung finally raised his head. His face worried for a moment, as if to say, "How can I explain?"

Then, as if reaching the limit of his eloquence, he added in confusion, clinging to Jihon's neck: "In any case, the aroma is herbal, a little cold, but rich. I used to be sure that you were using perfume worn by adults. When I met you at the inn that time, I assumed that you were dousing yourself with them again. But gradually inhaling them, he suspected something was wrong. That's why I asked if you were really a beta."

"If he immediately realized that these were pheromones. Therefore, did he have a strong physical reaction to them? And given the fact that Jaekyung himself is on drugs that suppress susceptibility... It turns out that the effect of imprinting is huge," anxious thoughts began to run chaotically in Jihon's skull, rushing from corner to corner. After all, if he had known what all this could turn out to be, he would have taken action immediately.

"Do you feel my pheromones now?"

— No, I don't.

"Okay, that's good.

"But I would like them to be felt.

"Hey, don't say such scary things. I'll be in big trouble if they leak out," Jihong retorted with a smile.

"I know," Jaekyung said firmly, as if he wasn't expecting anything like this. "When I was younger, I hoped that you would stop putting perfume on yourself. But now... Since these are your pheromones, I want to feel them again."