Taesan's POV
My tongue is not long enough.
I'm a beggar at the gate of a rich man. I'm a thirsty man in front of the only well. I'm not taking enough from Seoha.
I fucking hate the smell of soap ruining my moment.
I can smell my omega's sweet vanilla and milk scent, but the soap is tainting it for me. The fucking soap is in my way.
With a greedy groan, I spread his cheeks apart wider, lapping him up and ignoring the twitching of my heavy cock.
I push my tongue into the tight ring of his hole, moaning as his grind back on me, feeding me his goodness.
The biggest loss in my life would have been dying before I experienced this.
This might be the only heaven I will be allowed to have, and I accept. I fucking accept my fate.
My omega's breathing grows heavier as I lap him up. I'm taking every drop of his delicious slick. My eyes are shut and my body devoted.
Fuck.
His walls clench around me and he brings a hand back to grab my wet hair.
