The rain poured relentlessly, and it seemed the entire city dissolved into its noise. Drops ran down the glass, off the roofs, into the puddles, turning the streets into glistening rivers. Do-yoon didn't immediately understand how he had arrived here. He only remembered closing the storage room door behind him, the cold air hitting his face, and then everything was hazy. Step by step, across the wet asphalt, amidst the neon signs, he moved forward, unable to stop. And now he stood here — before the door to Seungho's apartment.
His heart was beating too fast. His palms were damp, and not just from the rain. His knees were shaking, his breath coming in gasps. And the worst part was, he could feel it: a faint but distinct scent of his pheromones. The arousal no longer obeyed him.
He ran a hand over his face, but the heat wouldn't subside. Between his thighs, the wetness was becoming unbearable, warm, sticky. His anus twitched again and again, as if reminding him: the time for resistance was over.
Do-yoon pressed his forehead against the doorframe, shutting his eyes tight. He wanted to leave. He wanted to turn around and hide again in his cold apartment, where he could pretend this didn't exist. But his legs wouldn't listen. He raised his hand and touched the doorbell. Footsteps sounded inside. The door opened almost instantly.
Seungho stood before him in dark trousers and an unbuttoned shirt, revealing his strong chest. The light from the apartment fell softly on him, with a golden hue. He looked as if he had been waiting specifically for him.
— Do-yoon? - There was no mockery in his voice, only surprise.
Do-yoon didn't answer. He simply stepped forward. And Seungho backed away, letting him inside.
***
The apartment was met with silence. Only the rain outside the windows created the music of the night. The huge panoramic windows trembled from the wind, the city below twinkling with lights.
Do-yoon stopped in the middle of the living room. His breathing was heavy, his lips slightly parted. He felt his heart pound as if it wanted to escape his chest. Seungho closed the door and slowly approached.
— You're burning... - he said quietly, catching the scent of pheromones.
Do-yoon turned, and their eyes met. For the first time in a long time, he didn't look away.
— I know.
Seungho froze, as if he didn't immediately grasp what he had heard. Do-yoon stood before him with a flushed face, his breath ragged from the heat, and the scent of his pheromones hung in the air. Warm, thick, so obvious that denial was meaningless.
Seungho reached out a hand, but before he could touch him, Do-yoon stepped closer himself, closing the distance. His fingers trembled, but he placed his palm on the Alpha's chest, feeling the strong rhythm of his heart beneath the fabric.
— I came to you myself, - he said hoarsely.
The words sounded like both a challenge and a confession. He leaned in, touching Seungho's lips. Hesitantly at first, but a second later, the kiss changed — greedy, full of resolve, as if all the years of restraint had been severed in a single moment. Seungho responded, but this time, he didn't lead. Do-yoon led.
***
They moved deeper into the apartment, barely breaking apart. Do-yoon's back pressed against the cold glass of the panoramic window. Beyond it, the city lights flickered, rain ran down in long drops, and inside, there was only heat.
Seungho wanted to say something, but Do-yoon cut him off with a kiss. His hands automatically unbuttoned the Alpha's shirt. Every movement was an effort, but it was filled with determination. The fabric slipped off, revealing warm skin.
— Tonight - I lead, - he whispered, looking him straight in the eyes.
***
He ran his palm over Seungho's chest, tracing the strong lines of his muscles, lingering on his stomach. Seungho exhaled heavily, allowing it. Do-yoon lowered himself further, his lips gliding over the skin. His breath left trails of warmth, his kisses both hesitant and ravenous. He felt Seungho tense, but he didn't stop him.
— You're going to drive me insane, - the Alpha breathed out, closing his eyes.
But Do-yoon was already unbuckling the belt, pulling out Seungho's cock, hot and heavy. He leaned down and touched it with his lips, tentatively, as if tasting it for the first time. Then deeper. He sucked him — unevenly, raggedly, with trembling knees. Each inhale filled his lungs with heat, and each exhale was echoed by a groan from Seungho. The Alpha's fingers gripped his shoulders, but he didn't restrain him — he allowed it. Do-yoon continued until Seungho's breathing was broken. Only then did he rise, press him against the glass, and kiss him again, the taste of his own desire and salt on his lips.
— I want you, - he said softly, and it was stronger than any vow.
They collapsed onto the sofa. Seungho kissed his neck greedily, leaving marks, but now Do-yoon's body responded on its own. His ass was wet, ready, lube oozing out in hot drops. Do-yoon was gasping for air.
— Don't make me wait.
He spread his legs himself, pulling Seungho's hand. He guided the fingers towards his hole. Seungho held his breath but complied. His fingers slid in where it was already slick with oil. Warmth met them immediately, soft and eager. Do-yoon hissed, arching his back, his spine tensing, his fingers digging into the sofa.
— More... - he exhaled.
The Alpha slid deeper, felt the muscles clench around him, and barely held back a moan. Do-yoon thrust his hips forward himself, his eyes gleaming.
— Enter me already... I want to feel your cock.
Seungho withdrew his fingers, and his ass immediately made a wet sound, leaving glistening streaks of lube on his skin. His cock was heavy, pulsating, and Seungho bent closer. Their eyes met one last time — and the next second, he entered. Sharp. Deep.
Do-yoon cried out, his head flung back, his fingers clinging to the armrest of the sofa until his knuckles were white. But he didn't push him away — instead, he pulled him closer.
— Yes... - Seungho roared, losing control.
Seungho moved deeply, slowly, and each thrust was echoed by a groan in Do-yoon's throat. He groaned — loudly, hoarsely, intermittently. The first wave of orgasm crashed over him. Cum spilled inside in a hot rush, mixing with the lube, and each time Seungho held him tight, not letting go until the trembling subsided. But moments later, it all started again.
Seungho leaned down to his neck, tracing it with his lips, leaving marks. His movements accelerated, and each time Do-yoon raised his voice until he finally broke into a scream. They changed the rhythm. Slow. Rough. Slow again. The rain outside the windows beat against the glass like drums, adjusting to their movements.
Do-yoon flipped him over himself, mounting him from above. His movements were uneven but decisive. He led their sex himself, squeezing the cock inside him. His hands trembled as he held onto Seungho's shoulders.
— Yes... - the Alpha breathed out, looking up from below. - Like that...
Do-yoon leaned down, biting his lips. His orgasm crashed over him again. Sperm spilled out copiously. He was gasping, moaning, but didn't stop. They moved onto the floor. The carpet absorbed drops of sweat and lube, leaving wet patches. Do-yoon lay on his back, Seungho entered again, the thrusts were hard, demanding. Do-yoon clawed at the carpet, his fingers slipping, leaving streaks.
The city lights reflected on their skin, raindrops ran down the glass, turning their movements into shimmering shadows. Seungho went deeper, and Do-yoon screamed, sang out so loudly that his voice drowned out the noise of the rain. His orgasm again crashed over him in a wave, sperm poured out thick and hot.
They moved for a long time, as if the world outside had ceased to exist. The rain outside the windows was their music, the city light their candles. Do-yoon flipped him over, sitting on top, fully leading their dance for the first time. His movements were uneven but full of resolve. He squeezed the cock inside him, moving exactly as he wished. Seungho watched him from below, and in his gaze, there was not only desire but a recognition of a strength he couldn't control. Do-yoon sang out again, loud, brokenly. His orgasm swept over him in a wave, tearing away the last remnants of control. Cum spilled abundantly, warm, and he gasped from the storm, from the heat, from finally allowing himself to be himself.
***
Their sex lasted a long time. On the sofa. On the floor. By the window. Each time — new positions, new groans, new traces of lube. Do-yoon was no longer a victim — he led, he demanded, he opened up. When everything quieted down, they lay tangled together, their bodies sticky with cum and lube, their breathing heavy.
The rain outside the window subsided, turning into a soft whisper. Seungho ran his palm through Do-yoon's hair, touching his temple with his lips.
— You came here yourself.
Do-yoon closed his eyes, burying his face in his shoulder.
— And I don't regret it.