The street was empty after the club closed. The wind swept wet leaves across the asphalt; the headlights of a few passing cars flickered in the distance and then vanished. Do-yun stepped out the back door, pulled up his jacket collar, and was about to leave.
But by the curb, a car's lights flashed. A black sedan. A familiar silhouette.
The window lowered.
"Get in," Yoon Seung-ho said, his voice level.
Do-yun froze.
"I have no reason to."
"Yes, you do," the alpha clicked the door lock. "I need to talk to you."
Silence hung between them. But his feet took a step on their own. He got in, the door closed, and the world outside was left behind.
The car's interior smelled of leather, tobacco, and something warm and heavy—Seung-ho himself. The car moved down the night road, its headlights cutting through the darkness. The trees lining the road looked like a black wall.
"Why all this?" Do-yun asked evenly, looking out the window.
"To understand," Seung-ho replied. "You've been hiding for too long."
"I'm just working."
"You're lying. But even your lies are beautiful."
The car turned into an empty lot by an old road. The engine went silent. The profound, oppressive stillness of the night descended.
Seung-ho turned to face him. "Look at me."
Do-yun slowly turned his head. Their gazes met.
And the alpha leaned in, his lips touching his. At first, it was soft, as if testing him. But in an instant, the kiss became greedy, dominant, demanding.
Do-yun pressed his palm against his chest. "This is a mistake…"
"This is desire." Seung-ho caught his wrist, pulling him closer. "Be honest: does your heart only beat like this when you're with me?"
There was no answer. Only his breath—erratic, hot, and far too loud.
The alpha's hand slid down, unbuttoning his jeans. His fingers confidently wrapped around Do-yun's pulsing cock. Do-yun's body trembled, betraying him with its response.
"You're shaking all over," Seung-ho whispered. "And you say 'no.'"
The alpha's lips slid lower, and before Do-yun could even react, a wave of warmth brushed against his thighs.
"Wait…" the word came out as a gasp, but it was too late.
Seung-ho took his cock into his mouth. The immediate warmth and wetness overwhelmed him. His tongue moved slowly, agonizingly precisely.
"Damn…" Do-yun gritted his teeth, but a moan escaped him anyway.
The movements were rhythmic, and the waves of arousal crested, each one tearing away the last of his control. Do-yun's fingers dug into the leather of the seat, his body arching forward. Pheromones filled the car, thick and sweet. Slick appeared below, and its smell gave away everything he had been so afraid of.
Seung-ho lifted his head, his lips glistening. "You're ready. Even if you lie to yourself."
He pulled him out of the car. The cold of the night struck his skin, but the alpha's hands wouldn't let him pull away. With a single motion, he turned him to the car and pressed him against the hood. The metal burned with cold, but another kind of heat burned inside him.
Wide palms spread his thighs. Do-yun tried to resist, but the slick was flowing, a traitorous stream.
"No…" his voice trembled.
"Yes," Seung-ho replied. "Listen to your body."
And he entered him. Roughly, deeply. The metal under his palms trembled, and his breath turned into a cry.
The rhythm was hard, dominant. Each thrust resonated with desire, stripping him of his will. The pheromones overwhelmed him, shattering his control.
Seung-ho leaned in, his teeth sinking into his neck, leaving marks.
"Sing for me," he whispered.
And Do-yun groaned, unable to hold back. His voice broke, his body convulsed, and hot semen erupted, spilling onto his stomach and the metal of the car.
The alpha thrust into him, finishing inside him with hot, powerful movements until his breathing became a ragged whisper.
The night was quiet again. Only the steam from their breaths rose in the cold air. Do-yun's palms were pressed against the hood, his body still trembling.
Seung-ho ran his fingers down his cheek—roughly, but almost tenderly.
"Now you can't pretend it didn't happen."