Warm. Soft. Melting on his tongue.
Damn it.
It was good.
…Too good.
His shoulders relaxed just a little, and he quickly finished the first one, pretending he wasn't impressed.
Caesar watched him with quiet satisfaction, like a snake watching a mouse nibble on cheese laced with a ticking clock.
"Good, isn't it?" Caesar said innocently, settling down in the chair by the vanity, one leg crossed over the other.
"It's alright," Eun-jae muttered with a shrug, already grabbing a second. "Still wouldn't trust you to feed my goldfish, though."
"I don't like fish," Caesar replied. "But I do like feeding you."
That earned him a suspicious side-eye from Eun-jae, who narrowed his gaze mid-chew. "You're being weird."
"I'm always weird," Caesar countered.
"Yeah, but this is creepy weird," Eun-jae said, mouth full, jabbing a finger at him. "Like you're watching me too much. Like you're... planning something."
Caesar smiled wider, folding his hands beneath his chin. "Me? Never. I just enjoy the little things. Like you, sitting there, eating what I made. Trusting me, even just a little. It's cute."
Eun-jae swallowed, visibly shuddering. "Don't call me cute. I bite."
"I know," Caesar said, a wicked glint in his eyes. "You're still sore from the last time."
Eun-jae choked on the last bite, smacking his chest as he coughed.
"YOU—!" he shrieked. "You absolute—UGH!"
Caesar just laughed, standing and setting the tray down on the bedside table. "Enjoy. I'll be downstairs. Try not to combust."
And with that, he left, door swinging shut behind him.
Eun-jae blinked, face hot—definitely from anger. Right? He glared at the half-eaten cookie in his hand.
"Why is it getting so hot in here…?" he mumbled, tugging at the collar of his shirt. His cheeks were flushed now, and the strange warmth in his gut wasn't fading—it was intensifying.
He frowned.
What the hell was happening to him?
He had no idea he'd just swallowed something far more dangerous than Caesar's flirtation.
The drug was kicking in.
And the countdown had started.
The day had passed with a deceptive sense of normalcy, but Eun-jae's body was betraying him in the most intimate and overwhelming way. He had retreated to his room, feeling a strange combination of feverish and aroused, his omega instincts kicking into high gear. His temperature was rising, and with it, a wave of heat that left him drenched in sweat and his heart pounding wildly. He pulled down his trousers, and to his surprise, found himself soaked and incredibly turned on. His body was reacting in ways he couldn't control, and it was both exhilarating and terrifying.
Eun-jae tried to ignore the sensations, to push them down and go to bed, but the feeling wouldn't subside. He was sweating profusely, his cheeks flushed a deep red, and his body trembled with need. His cock throbbed so intensely that it felt like it would explode if he didn't do something about it. He let out a shaky sigh, his eyes watering from the overwhelming sensation, and the bathroom filled with his pheromones, a thick, intoxicating scent that made his head spin.
"Just this once," he muttered to himself, his voice hoarse with desire. He began to stroke his cock, the touch sending jolts of pleasure through his body. "Nghh ... mhmm ... fuck," he moaned, his hips bucking slightly as he continued to stroke himself. The sensation was intense, but it wasn't enough. He needed more.
He inserted two fingers into his throbbing hole, the intrusion sending a wave of pleasure and relief crashing over him. "Uaahh," he moaned, the sound raw and primal. He continued to stroke his cock with one hand while thrusting his fingers in and out of himself with the other, the dual stimulation driving him wild.
"It feels good, nghh," he moaned lightly, his body trembling with each thrust of his fingers. His thoughts were a jumble of pleasure and need, his body begging for release. He could feel the pressure building, the sensation of his orgasm coiling tightly in his belly, ready to explode.
Why does it feel so good? Why can't I control this? My body is on fire, and I can't stop it. I need more. I need to feel full. I need to come so badly.
His hips moved in time with his strokes and thrusts, his body chasing the relief it so desperately needed. The room was filled with the sound of his moans and the wet, obscene sounds of his fingers moving in and out of his hole. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure becoming almost unbearable.
I can't hold on much longer. I need to come. I need to feel that release. Please, just let me come.
His body tensed, and with a final, desperate thrust of his fingers and a tight stroke of his cock, he came undone. His orgasm ripped through him, a wave of pleasure so intense it left him seeing stars. He cried out, his voice hoarse and raw, as his body convulsed with the force of his release. His hole clenched around his fingers, milking every last drop of pleasure from his orgasm.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Eun-jae was left panting and spent, his body slick with sweat and his heart still pounding wildly. He slowly withdrew his fingers, his body sensitive and oversensitive to the touch. But this wasn't enough.
Eun-jae's body throbbed with a hollow ache, a burning emptiness that clawed at him from the inside out. His entrance was swollen, oversensitive—each shift of his hips sparking nerve-deep fire. Tears welled in his eyes, slipping down his flushed cheeks unnoticed, not from sadness, but from the unbearable, consuming need. His body begged to be filled, to be stretched, to be claimed. Nothing gentle would satisfy the void blooming in his core. He needed something real. Something devastating.
Across the room, Caesar lay still—too still. His breathing slow and deliberate, like a man pretending to sleep, though the amused curl of his lips betrayed him. He could feel Eun-jae's suffering, smell the desperation in the air like it was perfume. Caesar didn't have to open his eyes to know the omega was crumbling.
And then—soft footsteps. Bare. Hesitant. Almost shy.
He's coming to me, Caesar thought, resisting the urge to open his eyes, to watch. Let him think I'm asleep. Let him break on his own.
Eun-jae hovered at the edge of the bed, a trembling silhouette cloaked in nothing but an oversized shirt, half-falling off one shoulder. His hair was tousled, skin flushed pink, and thighs pressed close like he was fighting the urge to squirm. He stood there for a heartbeat, then another—before the need overpowered shame.
With slow, dazed movements, he slipped under the sheets, crawling toward Caesar's warmth like a moth drawn to flame. His breath was shallow, his body radiating heat—needy, feral, undone.
Caesar smirked faintly as he felt the press of Eun-jae's body against his own. Every inch of the omega trembled, burning with desperation. So needy he can't even speak, Caesar thought, heart pounding with anticipation. Just taking what he wants…
Then—fingers at his waistband. Clumsy. Desperate.
The pajama pants slipped down just enough for Caesar's cock to spring free, already half-hard from anticipation alone. A breath hitched in his throat when he felt warm breath ghost over his skin, followed by the tentative brush of lips—soft, unsure. And then—
Wet heat.
Eun-jae wrapped his lips around him, the tip disappearing into his mouth with hesitant reverence. He gagged softly, his throat constricting as he tried to take more. But he didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Every moan, every tear, every twitch of his thighs only made him more determined.
Caesar's eyes fluttered open, dark and gleaming with hunger. "Fuck…" he whispered, barely audible, his fingers sliding into Eun-jae's hair like they belonged there. "You don't even know what you're doing to me."
Eun-jae whimpered around him, his mouth drooling, nose brushing Caesar's pelvis as he pushed himself deeper. His eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide with heat. The air was thick with the scent of arousal—his arousal—and Caesar drank it in like wine.
"You're such a mess," Caesar murmured, breath catching as Eun-jae's tongue swirled around the head. "Desperate little thing. Look at you…"
He thrust shallowly, guiding Eun-jae's pace with a gentle but firm grip in his hair. The sounds were obscene—slick, wet, frantic. Eun-jae moaned again, the vibration shooting straight through Caesar's spine.
"Mmm… ta'shtes good…" Eun-jae slurred around him, mouth full, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes as he tried to take him deeper still.
Fuck, he's loving it, Caesar thought, jaw tight as his hips began to move instinctively. He likes the taste. The fullness. The power.
And Caesar would give it to him. All of it.
His fingers gripped tighter, holding Eun-jae in place as he thrust deeper, slower. Controlled. Just enough to make him choke. Just enough to make him feel it.
"You're mine," Caesar growled under his breath, voice like silk and steel. "Mine to break. Mine to ruin."
Eun-jae whimpered in response, hips grinding against the mattress, rutting mindlessly, chasing any friction he could find. His heat was in full bloom now, fogging his thoughts, hijacking his body. His entire being screamed for Caesar—for more.
And Caesar?
He'd give him what he needed. But only when he begged.
Eun-jae let out a broken, primal cry—"PUAHH!!"—his voice cracking like lightning as he suddenly crawled on top of Caesar, moving with a reckless urgency that betrayed just how close he was to unraveling. His knees dug into the mattress as he straddled Caesar's hips, his whole body trembling, feverish with need. The air was thick with sweat, musk, and desperation. His oversized shirt—already clinging to his damp skin—was yanked off in one swift, frustrated motion and tossed aside, leaving him bare. Exposed. Burning.
His skin glistened in the moonlight, flushed and flushed and flushed—neck to thighs. Nipples tight, thighs quivering. He looked like sin wrapped in silk and soaked in honey. And yet, despite the flush of embarrassment on his cheeks, there was no hesitation in the way he reached behind him, fingers wrapping eagerly around Caesar's cock—hot, heavy, and ready. He lined it up with trembling hands, positioning himself with a shaky breath.
But on the first try, he missed. The swollen head slid teasingly against his entrance, slicking over his folds but refusing to catch. Eun-jae's entire body jolted in frustration, his breath hitching. "Aish... shibal..." he cursed under his breath, biting his lip hard. "Seriously?! Not now," he hissed, repositioning with shaking fingers. Again, he tried—body lowering, spine arching just slightly—but Caesar's cock slid off once more, teasing him, torturing him.
"Fuck—why won't it go in?!" he growled under his breath, voice rising with a mixture of fury and want, his cheeks already streaked with fresh, angry tears. "I swear to god, if you don't—"
Caesar's eyes gleamed beneath hooded lids, watching every failed attempt with a smug smirk carved across his lips. The sight of Eun-jae—sweaty, naked, feral and flushed, desperate enough to ride him raw—was intoxicating. But Caesar wasn't in a hurry. No, he wanted to savor this. To drag it out.
"Want me to help?" Caesar asked, voice low and silken, laced with that cruel edge he wore so well. His hands stayed folded behind his head, completely relaxed, as if Eun-jae wasn't practically shaking on top of him.
"YES!!" Eun-jae practically screamed, his voice cracking as his thighs trembled from the effort of holding himself up. "Yes, help me—put it in, damn it! I can't take it anymore!" He rocked his hips again, whining as he failed to find the right angle. "I'm going insane, I'm gonna combust, I swear—"
Caesar's smirk deepened. "Hmm... how about... no."
Eun-jae froze. His eyes snapped open wide, disbelief written all over his face. "What?!" he said, voice hoarse, blinking like he hadn't just heard Caesar say that with a straight face. "Are you actually serious right now?"
"I am," Caesar said smoothly, meeting Eun-jae's wide, furious eyes with infuriating calm. "You want it? Beg for it properly."
Eun-jae's mouth fell open in sheer outrage, his hips still twitching instinctively. "Properly?! Caesar, I'm literally on top of you, naked, trying to sit on your damn dick—what do you think this is?! A polite invitation to tea?" His tone was dripping with sarcasm, even as his breath came in hot, shallow pants.
Caesar only shrugged. "You're not trying hard enough. I want to hear it. I want you to mean it."
Eun-jae looked like he was going to explode. He let out an exasperated groan, raking a hand through his messy hair, his cheeks puffing out. "Oh my god, you are the worst—the actual worst—do you know that?! Who even does this?! Who turns down a hot, sweaty, desperate omega begging to get railed?!"
"You'd be surprised," Caesar replied coolly, his gaze dropping pointedly to where Eun-jae's thighs quivered. "You're cute when you're frustrated."
Eun-jae's jaw dropped. "CUTE?! I'm not trying to be cute! I'm trying to be wrecked, thank you very much. I want you to ruin me, not rate me like I'm some toddler on a playground!"
Still, he couldn't stop the way his hips kept shifting—grinding against Caesar's cock, trying to get the angle just right. But it kept slipping, and the burn of denial only made it worse.
"I need it," Eun-jae whined finally, voice cracking into something much smaller, something raw. "Please. Please, just—fuck, I can't do this anymore," he mumbled, his bravado crumbling beneath the weight of the heat rolling through his veins. "I feel like I'm gonna crawl out of my skin. Please, Caesar. Just put it in. You don't even have to move, I'll do everything. I'll ride you like you're the last dick on Earth—just give it to me."
Caesar sat up just enough to let his hand brush Eun-jae's thigh, his touch featherlight and maddening. His other hand cupped Eun-jae's jaw, tilting it up.
"That's better," he said, eyes dark with lust. "Now say it again—slowly. And make it sound like you mean it."
Eun-jae glared at him, cheeks burning with a fresh wave of humiliation—but the need won out. His voice dropped to a whisper, breath trembling.
"Please, Caesar… I want your cock inside me. I need it. I need to feel full. I need you to stretch me out and ruin me. I'll be good—I'll take it all. I'll ride you until I can't even remember my own name."
Caesar's cock twitched.
There it was.
"Good boy," he purred, finally gripping Eun-jae's hips. "Now… let me show you what happens when you ask nicely."
Caesar's eyes, darkened to a ravenous shade of black-blue, locked onto Eun-jae's trembling frame with a predator's focus. His large hands tightened around the omega's hips, fingers sinking into the plush skin like he was branding him. In one fluid, effortless motion, Caesar lifted him just enough to reposition—before slamming Eun-jae down onto his cock in a single brutal, punishing thrust.
Eun-jae's entire body convulsed violently.
"AAH—!!" he shrieked, high and broken, his voice shattering the thick silence of the room like glass. His hands flew to Caesar's chest, gripping at his skin, nails digging in for purchase as he arched backward, head thrown back in raw ecstasy. His back bowed like a drawn bowstring, mouth agape, as the overwhelming sensation consumed him.
He came instantly.
Hot ribbons of white shot between them, painting Caesar's sculpted abdomen, dripping down his abs as Eun-jae trembled and sobbed through the intensity. His cock jerked with each pulse, each contraction of his fluttering inner walls around Caesar's thick length. It was too much. Too fast. Too good.
"F-fuck… fuck, oh my god—!" he panted, twitching violently as his hips trembled in Caesar's unyielding grip.
Caesar let out a low, rumbling groan from deep within his chest, his expression momentarily faltering as he clenched his jaw. "Shit," he hissed under his breath. "You're so fucking tight. You nearly made me cum, you little brat."
"Y-You're welcome," Eun-jae managed to sass breathlessly, his voice still shaking. He blinked slowly, dazed and glassy-eyed. "Don't act like you weren't about to lose it. I felt you twitch—uhhh…" He let out a soft whimper when Caesar shifted slightly inside him, the sensation sending a shiver down his spine. "God, you're so big... why the hell are you built like a damn monster?!"
Caesar's lips curved into a sharp, wicked smirk. "Flattery will get you nowhere," he drawled, his voice rich with amusement. "Now move."
Eun-jae blinked at him, still trembling, clearly not over the mind-numbing orgasm that just ripped through his system. "Are you serious?" he gasped. "You just… wrecked my entire existence and now you want me to move?"
Caesar raised a brow, clearly unamused. "Yes."
Eun-jae groaned dramatically. "Ughhh. You're actually evil. Evil with a nine-inch death stick."
Despite his whining, Eun-jae tried to obey. He lifted himself slightly, breath hitching as Caesar's cock dragged deliciously against his walls. His thighs quivered, his body weak and overstimulated, but he tried to grind his hips in slow circles, testing his control.
It wasn't much.
His rhythm was off, more desperate than graceful, as if he couldn't quite decide whether to escape or devour the pleasure. "God, you're still so deep—fuck, I can feel you in my ribs," he cried, his voice turning raspy and overwhelmed.
"You haven't even adjusted," Caesar noted coolly, though his voice was huskier now, laced with strain.
"No shit, Sherlock," Eun-jae snapped, his sass returning even while tears gathered at the corners of his eyes. "My poor insides are getting rearranged like IKEA furniture, and you're sitting there like it's a tea party."
Caesar's expression flickered with amusement—briefly—before hunger returned with full force.
Suddenly, his hands slid from Eun-jae's hips to cup his ass, gripping the soft flesh with greedy fingers. "Then let me help you."
With no warning, Caesar began to thrust up from below, his hips rolling with ruthless precision. Each stroke was deep, angled perfectly to hit the sensitive spot inside Eun-jae that made his vision blur. He gasped, legs trembling.
"Wait—no, no, no—" Eun-jae whimpered, grabbing at Caesar's shoulders, desperate and lost. "I haven't adjusted—nghh, please—just—"
But Caesar didn't stop. He pounded into him with mechanical control, dragging his cock out slow only to slam it back in hard and fast. The bed shook. The air between them turned heavy with heat and scent, filled with the obscene sounds of wet, slapping skin and Eun-jae's breathless moans.
"Cae… sar… too much…" he choked, hands flailing slightly, trying to push away and pull him closer at the same time. "I swear to god, I'm gonna die—like—on the spot—death by dick—how romantic."