"Ahhh!"
Jihoon let out a soft moan, his body trembling as another wave of heat coursed through him. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his flushed face wincing in discomfort. Ryan gently laid him down on the bed, his own resolve wavering under the influence of Jihoon's pheromones.
They had taken refuge in a nearby motel, and Ryan was doing everything he could to keep his composure. He couldn't let himself lose control, no matter how much Jihoon's scent clouded his mind.
Even if Jihoon gave him permission, Ryan knew it wouldn't be right—Jihoon wasn't in his right state of mind.
Ryan covered his nose, trying to block out the intoxicating scent. He didn't want to hurt Jihoon, didn't want to take advantage of him. He pulled a blanket over Jihoon, but the younger man tossed it aside almost immediately.
"Hot… it's so hot," Jihoon whimpered, his voice trembling. He looked utterly vulnerable—his face flushed, his eyes glistening with tears, his lips parting with soft, desperate moans.
To Ryan, he looked breathtaking, more beautiful than he had ever imagined. It took every ounce of Ryan's willpower not to give in.
Ryan clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he fought to control himself. He knew he had to leave the room before he did something he'd regret. But as he turned to go, Jihoon's trembling hand reached out, gripping his wrist.
"D-don't go… please," Jihoon pleaded, his teary eyes locking onto Ryan's. Ryan swallowed hard, his body betraying him as he felt a familiar twitch in his lower half. He was already half-hard, his desire painfully obvious.
"N-no… I have to leave. Otherwise, I might—"
Ryan's words were cut off as Jihoon pulled him back. With a soft gasp, Ryan fell onto the bed, Jihoon climbing on top of him. Jihoon hovered above him, his eyes dark with hunger.
"W-what are you—" Ryan started, but Jihoon silenced him with a searing kiss. Ryan's eyes widened in shock, and he tried to pull away, but Jihoon only deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into Ryan's mouth.
"S-stop… you're not in your right mind,"
Ryan managed to say between breaths, his voice strained. But Jihoon didn't listen. He nibbled on Ryan's lower lip, biting down harshly, eliciting a low moan from Ryan. Jihoon's body ground against Ryan's growing erection, and Ryan gripped Jihoon's hips, trying to push him away.
"I said stop! You're not thinking straight. You'll regret this later," Ryan insisted, his voice firm despite the desire coursing through him.
Jihoon stared at him, tears streaming down his face. "W-why? Am I not pretty enough? D-do you not want me?" he cried, his voice breaking.
Ryan's heart ached at the sight. Jihoon looked so fragile, so beautiful, that it took everything in Ryan not to give in. He clenched the bedsheets tightly, his knuckles turning white as he fought to keep himself in check.
"N-no, it's not that," Ryan said softly, reaching out to wipe Jihoon's tears. "You're beautiful, Jihoon. But you're not yourself right now. I don't want to hurt you."
Jihoon buried his face in Ryan's neck, inhaling deeply as if Ryan's scent was the only thing giving him relief. Ryan closed his eyes, his resolve crumbling as Jihoon began to kiss and suck at his neck, leaving behind red and purple marks.
"Jihoon…" Ryan's voice was barely a whisper, his control slipping. "You're the one pushing this. I tried to stop, but… I hope you won't regret this later." His words were heavy with both desire and concern, his hands hesitating before finally giving in to the pull of Jihoon's warmth.
He slammed his lips on Jihoon's in a rough and messy kiss. Saliva mixing and falling out but they didn't care about that. Jihoon pulled him closer deepening the kiss.
"I won't. So, make this pain disappear."
To be continued...