The room was thick with tension, the air heavy and suffocating, as if the walls themselves were closing in. Jihoon lay sprawled across the bed, his chest glistening with sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
The scent of his pheromones was overwhelming, a heady mix of sweetness and desperation that filled every corner of the space. It was intoxicating, maddening, and Ryan could feel it clawing at his senses, pulling him deeper into a whirlpool of desire he was desperately trying to resist.
Jihoon's body was a picture of vulnerability and need. His shirt was long discarded, his pale skin flushed a deep pink, and his pants clung to him, soaked through with evidence of his arousal.
His hands gripped the sheets tightly, his knuckles white as he writhed under the weight of his heat. Every movement, every sound he made, was a siren's call, and Ryan was struggling to keep his composure.
Ryan stood at the edge of the bed, still fully clothed, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. He had promised himself he wouldn't go too far, that he would only help Jihoon through this without crossing the line.
But the sight of Jihoon like this—so exposed, so needy—was testing every ounce of his self-control. His own body was responding against his will, his pulse racing, his skin burning with a desire he couldn't fully suppress.
"Ryan…" Jihoon's voice was a broken whisper, his eyes half-lidded and pleading.
"Please… I can't… I need…"
Ryan swallowed hard, his throat dry. He knew what Jihoon was asking for, but he couldn't give in. Not like that. Not completely. He stepped closer to the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he were approaching a wild animal.
Jihoon's scent grew stronger with every step, wrapping around Ryan like a vice, pulling him in.
When Ryan finally reached the bed, he knelt beside Jihoon, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch him. His fingers brushed against Jihoon's heated skin, and the younger man shuddered, a low moan escaping his lips. Ryan's breath hitched, his resolve wavering for a moment before he steeled himself. He couldn't lose control. Not now.
Ryan leaned down, his lips finding Jihoon's left nipple. He sucked gently at first, teasing the sensitive bud with his tongue, feeling it harden under his touch.
Jihoon's back arched off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. Ryan's hand moved to the other nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers, eliciting another wave of moans from Jihoon.
The sounds Jihoon made were driving Ryan to the edge. Each gasp, each whimper, was like a spark igniting the fire burning within him. He wanted to hear more, to draw those sounds out, to make Jihoon fall apart under his touch. But he also knew he had to be careful, had to keep himself in check. He couldn't let this go too far.
Jihoon's hands flew to his mouth, trying to stifle the noises escaping him, but Ryan wasn't having it. He grabbed Jihoon's wrists, pinning them above his head with one hand. The movement was firm but not rough, and Jihoon's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before it was replaced by pure need.
Ryan leaned in, capturing Jihoon's lips in a searing kiss. It was rough and desperate, their tongues tangling together in a heated dance.
Jihoon moaned into the kiss, his body pressing up against Ryan's, seeking more contact, more friction. Ryan could feel the heat radiating off Jihoon, could taste the desperation on his lips, and it was almost too much.
Ryan broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to catch his breath. His chest was heaving, his heart pounding in his ears. Jihoon looked up at him, his eyes dark with desire, his lips swollen and red.
He was beautiful like this, completely undone, and Ryan felt a surge of possessiveness wash over him. He wanted to mark Jihoon, to claim him, to make him his in every way possible.
The thought was like a punch to the gut, and Ryan recoiled from it, his grip on Jihoon's wrists tightening. He couldn't do that. He couldn't. But the urge was there, gnawing at him, demanding to be satisfied.
Jihoon's scent was everywhere, filling his lungs, clouding his mind, and Ryan felt himself losing the battle against his instincts.
He leaned down again, his lips brushing against Jihoon's neck. The younger man shuddered, a soft whimper escaping him as Ryan's breath ghosted over his skin.
Ryan's teeth grazed the sensitive spot where neck met shoulder, and Jihoon's entire body tensed, his breath catching in his throat.
For a moment, Ryan was tempted. So, so tempted. He wanted to sink his teeth into Jihoon's skin, to leave a mark that would declare to the world that Jihoon was his. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. With a growl of frustration, Ryan pulled back, biting down on his own hand instead. The pain was sharp and immediate, blood welling up where his teeth broke the skin, but it was enough to snap him out of it.
Jihoon stared up at him, confusion and desire warring in his eyes. "Ryan…?" he whispered, his voice trembling.
Ryan shook his head, forcing himself to focus. "It's okay," he said, his voice rough. "I've got you."
He released Jihoon's wrists, his hands moving down to the younger man's hips. He could feel the heat radiating off Jihoon's body, could see the way his pants clung to him, soaked through with evidence of his arousal. Ryan's fingers hooked into the waistband, pulling them down slowly, revealing Jihoon's hard, leaking length.
Jihoon's breath hitched, his hips lifting off the bed as Ryan's fingers wrapped around him. The touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through Jihoon's body. Ryan's hand moved slowly at first, his strokes deliberate and teasing, drawing out every little sound from Jihoon's lips.
But it wasn't enough. Jihoon needed more, and Ryan knew it. He reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, coating his fingers before pressing one against Jihoon's entrance. The younger man tensed for a moment, his breath catching, but then he relaxed, his body opening up to Ryan's touch.
Ryan pushed in slowly, his eyes locked on Jihoon's face, watching for any sign of discomfort. But there was none.
Only pleasure. Pure, unadulterated pleasure. Jihoon's back arched, his mouth falling open in a silent scream as Ryan's finger worked him open.
Ryan added a second finger, then a third, stretching Jihoon carefully, making sure he was ready.
Jihoon's moans grew louder, more desperate, his hands clutching at the sheets as he writhed under Ryan's touch. Ryan could feel the heat of Jihoon's body, could feel the way he clenched around his fingers, and it was almost too much.
But he held on, his movements steady and controlled, even as his own body screamed for release. He focused on Jihoon, on the way his body responded to every touch, every stroke. He wanted to make this good for him, to give him the relief he needed without crossing the line.
Finally, Jihoon's body tensed, his back arching off the bed as he came, his release spilling over Ryan's hand. His moans echoed through the room, raw and unfiltered, and Ryan felt a surge of satisfaction at the sight.
He kept his fingers inside Jihoon, working him through his orgasm until the younger man went limp, his breathing ragged.
Jihoon's eyes fluttered shut, his body going slack as the tension drained out of him. His heat had subsided, at least for now, and he was completely spent. Ryan pulled his fingers out gently, wiping them on the sheets before standing up.
He looked down at Jihoon, his chest rising and falling with each breath, his skin still flushed but no longer burning with need. Ryan felt a pang of something he couldn't quite name—something that felt dangerously close to affection. But he pushed it aside, focusing instead on the task at hand.
Ryan grabbed a blanket from the foot of the bed, draping it over Jihoon's still form. The younger man didn't stir, already slipping into unconsciousness. Ryan watched him for a moment, his chest tight with emotions he didn't want to acknowledge, before turning away.
He needed to get out of there. Needed to clear his head. His own body was still thrumming with need, his arousal a constant, painful ache. He made his way to the bathroom, locking the door behind him before leaning against it, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
Ryan's hands trembled as he unbuckled his pants, freeing his aching length. He wrapped his hand around himself, his touch rough and desperate as he stroked himself to release. His mind was a whirlwind of images—Jihoon's flushed skin, his pleading eyes, the way he had writhed under Ryan's touch. It was too much, and yet not enough.
When he finally came, it was with a low groan, his release spilling over his hand. He leaned back against the door, his chest heaving, his mind still reeling. He had done what he needed to do. He had helped Jihoon through his heat without crossing the line. But it had cost him. More than he was willing to admit.
Ryan cleaned himself up quickly, his movements mechanical, his mind still elsewhere. When he finally stepped out of the bathroom, Jihoon was still asleep, his breathing slow and even. Ryan watched him for a moment, his chest tight with emotions he couldn't name, before turning away.
He couldn't stay. Not now. Not when every fiber of his being was screaming for something he couldn't have. Ryan grabbed his jacket, slipping out of the room without a backward glance. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Jihoon alone in the silence.
To be continued...…..