"Don't stop," Caesar growled, voice like velvet laced with steel. "You're doing so well. Look at how much you're taking."
"I am not!" Eun-jae cried, his face flushed crimson. "I am barely alive! My soul is halfway to the afterlife—tell my future therapist this is your fault!"
Caesar leaned up, silencing him with a brutal kiss. His tongue invaded Eun-jae's mouth just as relentlessly as his cock claimed his body. The omega moaned into it, surrendering again, again, again—every part of him giving in despite the chaos.
Their bodies tangled in sweat-slicked passion, Caesar's thrusts becoming faster, more erratic, the tension building between them unbearable. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed like a rhythmic drumbeat, and Eun-jae couldn't stop the endless moans spilling from his lips, each one more broken than the last.
"More," he sobbed between kisses. "Please, I don't care, just don't stop—"
And Caesar didn't.
He fucked him like he wanted to break something—every thrust a declaration, every groan a claim.
And Eun-jae? He let him.
Wholly, wildly, beautifully wrecked.
Caesar's body was still buzzing, his muscles taut, cock slick and throbbing with the remnants of his last orgasm, but there was no hint of retreat in his eyes—only hunger. The kind that wouldn't be satisfied until every inch of Eun-jae had been claimed a dozen times over.
He looked up at the omega above him, lips swollen, eyes hazy, chest rising and falling in shaky pants. Gorgeous. Completely wrecked. And not even close to finished.
With a sudden, commanding movement, Caesar gripped Eun-jae's thighs and flipped him onto his stomach. The omega let out a surprised yelp, his legs briefly flailing before Caesar grabbed his hips again and pulled them up, positioning him on his hands and knees.
"Wha—wait, you—!" Eun-jae's protest was cut off by a breathless gasp as his chest was pushed down into the mattress. Caesar's large hands pressed firmly between his shoulder blades, pinning him in place, his strength undeniable. He spread Eun-jae's legs wider, exposing his flushed, quivering entrance—still wet, still twitching from the earlier climax.
Eun-jae's face buried into the sheets, the pillow catching the soft, shivery moans that began to spill from his lips again. His body was trembling—tired, overstimulated—but his hips rolled instinctively, seeking friction, aching for more.
"God…" Caesar growled behind him, voice low and thick with heat. The sight before him was utterly obscene—Eun-jae's ass high in the air, skin glowing with sweat, thighs slick and trembling, his hole pulsing, still needy despite being thoroughly used.
"I haven't even started and you're already begging for it again," Caesar muttered, leaning down to press his mouth to the back of Eun-jae's neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "You really are insatiable."
Eun-jae let out a muffled sound, a mix between a whimper and a moan, as he arched his back instinctively, offering himself up. "Nghhh… mmmh… shut up," he slurred into the pillow, his voice raspy with exhaustion and want. "You're the one who flipped me like I'm some ragdoll—so fucking pushy—fuck…"
His words trailed off into a shaky gasp as Caesar's cock rubbed along his entrance again, the sensation almost too much. He was still sore, still stretched, but it didn't stop the way his body reacted—clenching, fluttering, begging to be filled again.
"I can feel how much you want it," Caesar said, his voice a dark whisper against Eun-jae's ear. He bit down lightly on the shell of it, making the omega jolt. "You're dripping down your thighs, baby."
Eun-jae let out a strangled moan, his fingers curling into the sheets as his hips bucked backward, desperate to feel that stretch again, that delicious fullness. "Fuck… ngh… you're so deep," he gasped, recalling the way Caesar had impaled him earlier—how it had driven him to the edge in mere seconds. "You stretch me like you're made to break me."
Caesar chuckled darkly. "Maybe I am."
Then, with one slow, deliberate roll of his hips, he pushed back inside.
Eun-jae's back arched violently. "AH—hnnnnngh!!" he cried out, his voice ragged and hoarse. Caesar didn't hold back—he sank into him in one smooth, unrelenting motion, the heat and tightness drawing a guttural groan from his own throat. He bottomed out with a heavy exhale, burying himself completely inside Eun-jae's warm, wet heat.
"God, you feel even better like this," Caesar growled, one hand snaking around to grip Eun-jae's throat gently—not enough to choke, just enough to make the Eun-jae feel owned, controlled, claimed.
Eun-jae moaned shamelessly, his entire body trembling as Caesar began to move—slow and deep at first, each thrust dragging against his sensitive inner walls. The angle made every stroke feel ten times more intense, hitting all the right spots, and Eun-jae couldn't stop himself from pushing back, trying to meet Caesar's hips even though his legs threatened to collapse.
"Faster," he whispered, then louder, "Faster, please—don't tease—!"
Caesar obliged. His rhythm quickened, his thrusts turning harsh, rough, punishing, the slap of his hips against Eun-jae's ass echoing obscenely in the room. Wet, messy sounds filled the air, the scent of sex clinging to the sheets, to the air, to their skin.
"You were made for this," Caesar growled, gripping Eun-jae's hips so tightly that the bruises would last for days. "Look at you. Bent over, begging for it—my perfect omega. I'm going to ruin you."
"You already did," Eun-jae panted, breathless, barely coherent. "You fucking ruined me the second you touched me."
Caesar snarled softly at that and leaned over him again, pressing his chest to Eun-jae's back, never stopping the brutal rhythm of his hips. His hand slid under Eun-jae's body, wrapping around his spent cock, stroking him back to life with a skilled grip.
"You're gonna come again," he whispered hotly into his ear. "I'm not stopping until you're crying from how good it feels."
"I—I'm already crying—" Eun-jae sobbed, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes, both from the overstimulation and the overwhelming pleasure. His body was on fire, pleasure flooding every nerve ending, his mind barely able to keep up with what was happening.
And still, he wanted more.
And Caesar gave it to him.
Caesar's desire hadn't faded—it had intensified, sharp and consuming like a flame that refused to die. Every inch of his skin hummed with residual heat, his senses zeroed in on the omega beneath him—wrecked, flushed, and trembling. But Caesar wanted more. He needed more. Not just to take Eun-jae again, but to own him in every sense of the word.
With a smooth, almost inhuman strength, Caesar shifted his grip, slipping his arms beneath Eun-jae's thighs and lifting him off the bed in one fluid motion. The omega gasped in surprise as his chest was pulled flush against Caesar's chest, his legs dangling helplessly in the air. The new position rendered him completely at the mercy of Caesar's strength—his thighs spread open, his slick, swollen hole exposed and twitching from overstimulation.
He squirmed faintly, legs kicking with no real resistance, his arms reaching back to grip Caesar's neck as he tried to find balance, but Caesar didn't give him a chance to settle.
Without warning, Caesar angled his hips and thrust forward.
Hard.
His cock slammed into Eun-jae's still-sensitive entrance, sheathing itself in one brutal stroke that made Eun-jae's entire body jolt in shock. The omega cried out—a hoarse, broken sound—his back arching as the fullness and force of the penetration hit him all at once.
"W-Wait, I'll fa—aaahnngh!" Eun-jae's breath hitched mid-sentence, his voice collapsing into a whimpering moan. His legs twitched in Caesar's grasp, trembling from the stretch, the unbearable pressure of being filled so completely. One of his eyes squeezed shut, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple as he gritted his teeth against the sting and burn of the sudden intrusion.
Caesar didn't pause. Didn't give him even a heartbeat to adjust.
Instead, he sank his teeth into Eun-jae's shoulder—possessive, feral—and began to move. Each thrust was deep, punishing, his cock dragging roughly along Eun-jae's inner walls, forcing pleasure and pain to blur together in a dizzying spiral. Caesar's breath was hot and ragged against the omega's ear as he grunted, his voice thick with primal hunger.
"You feel so fucking good," he growled, each word punctuated with a thrust that made Eun-jae's body jolt. "So tight. So wet. This body—" He thrust harder. "
Eun-jae whimpered, the sounds spilling from his lips coming fast and choked. "Nngh—too deep… uaaahh, I can't—" His nails dug into Caesar's forearm, clawing for purchase, for relief, for grounding. His thighs tensed where they were hooked over Caesar's arms, his hole spasming as it struggled to accommodate the sheer depth and force of Caesar's cock inside him.
Every nerve in Eun-jae's body was lit up like fireworks, each thrust sending sharp jolts of pleasure-tinged pain through his spine. And yet… beneath the tremors, beneath the overstimulation and the helpless tears stinging his eyes, there was something else.
Need.
"Shh," Caesar murmured, voice low and steady despite the frantic pace of his hips. His hand came up, threading through Eun-jae's damp, messy hair, tilting his head back gently so their cheeks were pressed together. "Don't think. Don't fight it. Just feel me."
His hips slammed forward again—deep, unforgiving. "Feel how deep I am inside you. Feel how much I fucking own you."
Eun-jae sobbed with pleasure, his head lolling back onto Caesar's shoulder. "Ah—fuck," he cried, voice high-pitched and desperate. "Right there, fuck—right there, don't stop, please don't stop—!"
His body moved with Caesar's now, matching each brutal thrust with a buck of his own hips. He was being held up by sheer force, his legs useless, his body wrecked and trembling—but he still met Caesar thrust for thrust, chasing every drop of the pleasure he was drowning in.
The slap of skin against skin echoed through the room, mingling with ragged gasps and the slick, obscene sounds of wet friction. Sweat dripped from their bodies, slicking their skin where they pressed together—Caesar's chest against Eun-jae's back, their thighs, their mouths, the curve of Caesar's hand possessively splayed over Eun-jae's belly.
Caesar's heart thundered in his chest. He wrapped his arms tighter around the omega, as if to anchor him in place, to make sure he'd never escape again. His thrusts became sharper, rougher, his need to claim overtaking every rational thought in his mind.
Eun-jae's moans rose into cries, his body tipping over the edge again, shaking violently in Caesar's arms. And still, Caesar didn't stop. Didn't let him fall. He held him through it—through the pleasure, the exhaustion, the aftershocks—still buried deep inside, grinding in slow circles, letting Eun-jae feel every inch of him even after he came.
Caesar's breath came heavy, his chest rising and falling with exertion, sweat slicking the pale planes of his skin. His cock still throbbed, coated in their shared mess, glistening with evidence of how many times he'd already taken Eun-jae. But the hunger in his veins hadn't cooled—in fact, it had only deepened into something darker. Something primal.
Still buried deep inside the trembling omega, Caesar leaned forward, lips brushing against the shell of Eun-jae's ear, and whispered, "We're not done."
Before Eun-jae could even catch his breath, Caesar was moving again—repositioning him with that same effortless dominance that had defined their entire night. He grabbed the omega by the waist, muscles flexing as he guided Eun-jae upright, standing them both on shaking legs. Eun-jae whimpered, his body like jelly, but Caesar supported him easily, keeping him flush against his chest.
And then—slowly, deliberately—he hooked one of Eun-jae's legs up and back, pressing it high into the air, his strong arm locking around the thigh and holding it there. The motion forced Eun-jae open, exposing him entirely, his entrance still red and swollen, glistening with slick and cum.
The new angle gave Caesar the perfect line of entry—and without waiting, he pushed forward.
His cock slid in again with a wet, obscene sound, sinking deep into that tight, overstretched heat. The sensation was electric—Eun-jae's body spasming around him, trembling as he was filled again, the stretch almost too much but never enough.
Eun-jae cried out, a choked moan slipping from his lips as he leaned back against Caesar, head resting on the alpha's shoulder. "Ngh... fuck... yes," he gasped, his voice breathless, needy. "You're so deep... I can feel you everywhere..."
Caesar groaned low in his throat, burying himself to the hilt and holding there, letting Eun-jae feel just how far he'd gone. He tightened his hold around the lifted leg, grinding his hips slowly, watching the way Eun-jae shuddered from the intensity of the stretch. "You like that, don't you?" he murmured, voice a low, husky growl that reverberated against the side of Eun-jae's neck. "You like feeling me this deep... like I'm splitting you open. Like your body was made just for me."
Eun-jae whimpered in response, trying to nod, his entire body trembling from the effort of standing and the overwhelming stimulation coursing through him. "Y-yes," he stammered, fingers gripping Caesar's forearm like a lifeline. "Please... please don't stop. I need it—I need you."
That was all Caesar needed to hear.
His restraint snapped.
He began to move—hips snapping forward with powerful, relentless thrusts. The angle allowed him to go impossibly deep, his cock hitting that devastating spot over and over, each motion sending jolts of pleasure that made Eun-jae sob with every breath. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, accompanied by slick, wet squelches that marked every deep thrust. Their bodies were a symphony of need and friction, their rhythm fast, carnal, unrelenting.
Eun-jae's body buckled with every powerful thrust, his lifted leg twitching in Caesar's grasp. His other leg barely held them upright, knees shaking, toes curling against the floor. "C-Caesar—ah, it's too much—too deep—!" he sobbed, but even through the tears and tremors, he kept clinging to Caesar, kept grinding back, begging with his body even if his mouth couldn't form the words.
"Shh..." Caesar whispered, his voice low and commanding. He bit down on Eun-jae's shoulder, not enough to break the skin, but enough to make the omega moan helplessly. "You're doing so well. Taking me so good. My perfect omega... letting me ruin you over and over."
He reached around, sliding a hand down to wrap around Eun-jae's dripping, twitching cock, stroking him in time with the brutal thrusts. "Look at you," he purred. "Dripping for me. Messy and perfect."
The combination—the deep pounding and the tight grip around his cock—pushed Eun-jae closer and closer to the edge. His moans turned into cries, louder now, echoing through the room like a melody of surrender. His head lolled back against Caesar's shoulder, his mouth open, eyes glazed over with the kind of bliss that bordered on delirium.
The floor beneath them was slick with sweat and cum, their bodies drenched and shaking. The scent of sex was thick in the air, clinging to their skin, their hair, everything. The bed they'd abandoned earlier was a tangle of twisted sheets, stained with the evidence of their earlier rounds. Now, upright and trembling in Caesar's hold, Eun-jae looked utterly ravished—legs spread, lips swollen from kissing and biting, eyes heavy with desire.
Caesar's lips brushed against his cheek, his breath hot and uneven. "You're mine," he growled possessively, slamming in once more, harder than ever. "Every inch of you... belongs to me."
Eun-jae shattered.
His orgasm tore through him, sudden and violent, his cock jerking in Caesar's hand as ribbons of cum spurted from the tip, coating their thighs, their stomachs. His body clenched down hard on Caesar's cock, milking him, squeezing him tight.
Caesar cursed under his breath, the tight heat sending him over the edge right after. He thrust deep, burying himself to the root one final time as he came—hot, thick spurts flooding Eun-jae's already filled hole. He growled into Eun-jae's neck, biting down again as he rode out the waves of pleasure, their bodies locked together, trembling and shaking from the force of it.
They stood like that for a moment—bodies pressed together, breathing ragged, still connected.
Eun-jae's head drooped, his body exhausted, trembling in Caesar's arms. But his lips curled into a faint, satisfied smile.
And Caesar, still buried inside him, smirked as he held him close, brushing a kiss against his temple.
"Good boy," he murmured. "But we're still not done yet."
Caesar, his eyes glazed with lust and dominance, was far from spent. He effortlessly maneuvered Eun-jae's exhausted body, positioning him on his hands and knees on the bare mattress. The room was thick with the scent of their combined arousal, the air heavy and intoxicating. Eun-jae's body trembled with a mix of exhaustion and oversensitivity, his muscles shaking from the effort of holding himself up.
"Nghhh haahh... I'm tired, I'm tired..." Eun-jae panted, his voice a desperate, pleading moan that sent shivers down Caesar's spine. "I have cum so many times, stop, stop," he begged, his body already convulsing with the residual pleasure of his previous orgasms.
Caesar, undeterred by Eun-jae's pleas, began to move with a renewed sense of purpose, his hips thrusting deeper and deeper into the omega. "You came to me for sex, so deal with it," he growled, his voice low and dominant as he grabbed Eun-jae's hips, his fingers digging into the soft, sweat-slick flesh, holding him in place as he pounded into him with relentless force.
"Aah nghhh..." Eun-jae cried out, his voice a high-pitched, desperate wail as he felt Caesar's cock invade him to depths he hadn't thought possible. "It's too big... nghh. It's too deep... uaahh," he moaned, his body convulsing with each powerful thrust, his hole stretching and yielding to the invasion, the sensation a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort.
Eun-jae's body was a glistening, sweaty mess, his skin slick and shiny, his hair disheveled and plastered to his forehead. He looked utterly spent, his body boneless and limp, yet Caesar showed no sign of slowing down. The alpha's body was pushing the limits of its endurance, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his muscles tensed and strained as he drove into Eun-je with a ferocity that matched the omega's intense responses.