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His mind floated, distant, mired in a chaos of blurry thoughts that mixed with the incessant hum of white noise that seemed to invade everything. His eyes, clouded by tears, could barely stay open, eyelids trembling, unable to focus on anything but blurred shadows. A weak moan escaped his lips, caught between confusion and pain, while his breaths became more erratic, shorter, as if the air was not enough to fill his lungs.
The moisture on his cheeks, warm at first, quickly cooled with the air circulating through the room, accentuating the contrast between the burning of his skin and the cold that bit at his senses. Each tear that ran down his face left a feeling of exposed vulnerability, as if his body was on the verge of collapse, unable to process the overload of sensations that slowly consumed it.
His saliva slid in thick drops, descending obscenely down his jaw as it remained completely open, tense and numb from the effort, unable to close it. Each movement was a mixture of desire and exhaustion, a total submission to the pleasure that dragged him uncontrollably. The scorching heat of his breath, stifled and choking, barely managed to escape, drowning in desperate gasps that filled the air. His hair fell messily over his forehead, soaking in sweat, sticking to his skin in damp strands as the frenetic rhythm continued, unstoppable. The heavy air around him vibrated with the intensity of each second, his body trembled on the edge of ecstasy, immersed in a heady mix of lust and abandon.
It was an absolutely pathetic image for anyone who dared to witness it: there he was, in the middle of the night, his body exhausted and still vibrating with euphoria. After an endlessly hectic day, adrenaline seemed to continue seeping through every pore of his skin, as if he had never left the stage. The unbridled screams of the fans still echoed in his mind, mixing with the chaos of his thoughts, while reality began to distort, trapping him in that maelstrom.
His chest rose and fell with irregular rapidity, as if his body still could not process the abrupt descent of frenzy experienced just a few hours before. His clothes stuck to his damp skin, every fiber soaked in sweat. It was an image of defeat, a moment of total surrender to the consequences of that night. Maybe it had been a mistake, maybe he knew it from the beginning, but he was too lost, too intoxicated by the intensity of the moment to stop.
But Lucas really couldn't care less at that moment. The heady scent of the alpha enveloped him, intoxicating him with desire as he felt his member enter his throat without a minimum of delicacy. Each thrust was ferocious, causing the glans to electrifyingly caress the beginning of his throat, awakening intense and pleasurable sensations that made his body shudder.
The extremely obscene sounds filled the room, resonating in his ears with an intensity that made him feel alive and vulnerable at the same time. He could hear every labored breath, every moan that escaped Jongin's lips, the sweet moans that erupted from his chest to the rhythm of the thrusts. It was a melody of pleasure and desperation, a song that united him even more, as if their bodies were communicating in a language of their own. Lucas lost himself in the moment, feeling the saliva slide down his skin, the way Jongin's eyes shone with an almost wild desire. Each blow made him feel more connected, as if the line between pleasure and pain was blurred, becoming an exquisite mix that left him breathless.
Jongin’s hands gripped his hair, pulling him tightly, guiding the rhythm as their bodies danced in a relentless back and forth motion. Lucas could feel the tension building, the climax approaching, and a rush of desperation washed over him. He wanted more, yearning to lose himself in this connection, wanting the moment to stretch out forever.
The grip the older alpha had on the beta was pure steel, a hold that kept him firmly anchored to reality, where not even the desire to separate could overcome the force of his presence. Every movement of the alpha’s hips seemed to become erratic, as if a primal need took over him completely, preventing Lucas from having time to breathe. With each thrust, scarce air escaped from his lungs, leaving Lucas feeling suffocated, trapped between desire and desperation.
The alpha's member invaded every corner of his senses, stealing his breath and filling him with overwhelming warmth. It was a sensation that went beyond pleasure; it was a mix of vulnerability and surrender, a connection so deep that every beat of his heart seemed to resonate in perfect synchrony with the alpha's body. Lucas, despite being a beta who could barely feel beyond a faint scent of the alpha, found himself completely caught up in that maelstrom of sensations.
Although he lacked the same reflexes as an omega or an alpha, each thrust made him feel more submerged than ever, as if the alpha was bringing out something inside him that a beta shouldn't have. The intensity of the moment overwhelmed him; each blow resonated in his body and mind, taking him to a place where only desire and connection existed. The vulnerability of being a beta was increasingly raw before the fierceness of an alpha's desire.
The tour of SuperM, the so-called avengers of Korean pop, had created expectations so fucking high that the pressure was felt raw from the group's first release. It was as if every chord, every note, every step they took was under a microscope, and the intensity of the moment was overwhelming. Not only were fans around the world on edge, but even the group members themselves were caught up in a wave of excitement and anxiety.
From the moment the group was announced, everything had become a whirlwind of activity. Social media was exploding with theories and anticipation, and every little teaser became a viral phenomenon. There was something almost magical about the way the crowd responded, united in a deafening clamor that made the ground beneath their feet vibrate. The screams and applause echoed in their hearts, and every performance felt like an epic battle where victory meant not only the approval of the public, but a deep and authentic connection with their fans.
For the members of SuperM, the tour was more hectic than they had ever witnessed in their careers. Even though the group’s seniors had unparalleled experience in the industry, even they felt overwhelmed by the numbers that were mounting, by the magnitude of what they were accomplishing. The long hours of rehearsal, the interviews, the recording sessions—it all came together in a frenzy of work that left everyone exhausted but excited. Every smile from a fan, every shout of encouragement, reminded them of why they had chosen this path. As they prepared to take the stage, the air was thick with nervousness and excitement. Furtive glances were exchanged, words of encouragement were shared, and the sense of camaraderie was palpable. They knew they weren’t just standing before the crowd; they were there together, fighting for what they loved. As the first chords rang out and the lights illuminated the stage, a sea of expectant faces stretched out before them.
It was late at night, the concert in that country had ended, and the adrenaline was still running through their veins. Lucas and Kai, as always, had not been able to avoid being some of the most euphoric of the group. Their laughter resonated in the air, full of an energy that seemed to have no end. The crowd still vibrated with the echo of their voices, and the atmosphere was impregnated with the magic of the show. But that night, there was something special in the air. It was as if the euphoria had infected everyone, and they all shared the same spark of unfiltered happiness.
With a considerable amount of beer cans that they had decided to take to their room, the atmosphere quickly became festive, and the senses of both began to cloud in the intimacy of that shared space. The laughter intertwined with the sound of metal being opened, and the aroma of barley permeated the air, generating a warm and carefree atmosphere.
However, the moment reached a new level of depth and complicity when Jongin, with a mischievous smile and a gaze that sparkled with excitement, pulled a cigarette from his pocket. It was as if, by unsheathing it, he revealed a carefully kept surprise, a special gift meant to be enjoyed together. The action was loaded with symbolism, as if this small act was a ritual that cemented their connection in the shelter they had built.
The cigarette, like an expected dessert, promised a moment of shared pleasure, an instant in which the outside world faded away, leaving only their bubble of complicity. Jongin lit it with a carefree movement, and the dim light of the flame illuminated their faces, reflecting the complicity of their encounter.
In the peaceful, warm atmosphere of the room, the two shared a space filled with silent intimacy. The alpha, Kai, sat near the head of the bed, while the beta, Lucas, sat at the opposite end, in the foot area. Kai spoke in slow, simple Korean, taking care of each phrase, as if he wanted the meaning of his words to cross any barrier between them. Lucas listened attentively, processing each syllable and picking up on the tone of his voice. Between them, a series of beer cans rested on the bed, some still full, others already empty, as evidence of a shared and calm exchange.
The weed cigarette that Jongin had taken from the bedside table was already lit, giving off a soft aroma that glided between them like a light breeze. The smell barely affected them, something they both seemed to have quickly gotten used to. In that intimate environment, the smoke intertwined with the air in the room, creating a dense and relaxed atmosphere. Jongin was the first to take a deep drag, his lips surrounding the end of the cigarette as the heat of the burning herb flickered faintly in the darkness. Then, with a knowing look and a slight smile, he passed it to the beta, who received the cigarette between his fingers and returned the gesture. Thus, the routine continued, a relaxed back and forth between the two, like a silent pact that sealed their connection in that shared moment.
It didn't take long for them to feel how the effect of the combination of the herb and the beer began to run through their bodies, relaxing every muscle and dulling their perception of time. Their thoughts and words flowed unhurriedly, and in that space, their worries vanished.
It was only when Lucas reached out to take the cigarette, which had only a few puffs left, that Kai moved, dodging the younger's attempt to reach for it. With a mischievous grin, Kai held the cigarette just out of reach, and a small laugh escaped his lips at Lucas's effort, who with an expression of feigned frustration, tried to reach it again.
Every time Lucas reached out to catch it, Kai pulled him away with playful speed, causing the younger to get carried away by the game, his seriousness gradually giving way to a breathy laugh.
Kai's eyes sparkled with a mischievous spark, and Lucas, infected by the alpha's energy, began to laugh as well.
The beta's reflexes were so dulled that he failed to notice Kai's opposite hand, which moved with almost calculated precision towards the back of his head. It was only when that same hand slid, without hesitation, between his locks of jet-black hair that Yukhei felt the first touch, a soft caress that disarmed his initial bewilderment. Within seconds, however, those same fingers closed firmly, gripping his hair in a grip that left him momentarily breathless, an unexpected pressure that instantly anchored him, intensifying the nervousness that was throbbing in his chest.
Yukhei, bewildered and with his senses dulled, found himself caught in the intensity of Jongin's eyes, which no longer radiated the mischief they once had. In those previously mischievous eyes, the playful spark had vanished, replaced by a penetrating gaze that seemed to pierce through any barrier, sinking into the depths of his soul. Kai looked at him with a stillness that contrasted with the charged atmosphere; the last puff of smoke had dissipated into the air, but the tension between them only intensified.
Without saying a word, Jongin began to scrutinize every detail of Yukhei's face. His gaze lowered, stopping at the beta's parted lips, and at that moment it seemed as if the air in the room had become thick, tangible. Unable to look away, Yukhei felt the outside world fade away, leaving only the rhythm of their intertwined breaths and the weight of that silent connection that kept them motionless.
Perhaps he should have stopped it, should have resisted when the alpha, with a firm tug on his hair, kept him immobilized, with no possibility of retreating. The strength of his grip anchored him in place while Kai slowly sat up in front of him, his figure imposing itself on the beta. Yukhei's position was uncomfortable, but that stopped mattering as soon as he felt the heat of the alpha's labored breathing. A deep, almost exasperated sigh escaped Kai's lips, filling the air with a palpable tension, so dense that he could barely move.
Kai moved closer, closing the space between them, and before Yukhei could comprehend what was happening, his lips collided with the alpha's in a raw, possessive kiss. The intensity of the contact barely allowed him to react, and the pain of the grip on his hair amplified with every second, bringing him to a point where any notion of resistance crumbled. The mix of the drug, the closeness, and the way Kai invaded his mouth with his tongue immersed him in a haze of sensations, making him forget any discomfort.
Kai's other hand, the one that had previously held the cigarette that now lay unlit to the side, slid up to firmly hold Yukhei's face, firm fingers tracing lines of heat on his skin. Caught between the pain in his scalp and the weight of the alpha urgently claiming him, Yukhei felt Kai's teeth sink into his lips, tearing away any space that might be left between them. Each bite was a claim, a silent message of dominance that the beta absorbed, increasingly caught up in the frenzy of that forbidden moment, completely surrendered to Kai's possessiveness.
Yukhei could barely catch the subtle scent of arousal emanating from the alpha, a scent that seemed to intensify by the second as Kai grew more desperate, more voracious in his desire to devour him. For a brief moment, their lips parted, but the respite was almost nonexistent. In the blink of an eye, the alpha's mouth descended with hungry precision down the side of Yukhei's neck, leaving a trail of hickeys and bites, like marks that seemed to scream his presence.
Kai ignored the recklessness of those visible signs, marks that anyone could notice the next day. With each kiss, each lick, Yukhei's golden skin reacted, leaving dark bruises that contrasted on his neck. Yukhei, immersed in the vertigo of the moment, could only feel how the excess saliva caused by that frenzied kiss slowly fell from the corner of his lips, while his eyes closed involuntarily, letting himself be carried away by the burning contact.
It was well known that alphas could not mark a beta in the same way they marked omegas; mating marks were exclusive, ritual, a deep commitment that brought with it intense and lasting pain. However, the deep growl that resonated in Kai's throat, vibrating in the silence of the room, anticipated another kind of mark. In an unexpected act, his teeth sank firmly into the junction of Yukhei's neck, a bite charged with pure possessiveness. It was not a mating bite, but territorial instinct seeped into every inch of that contact.
The pressure of the alpha's teeth on the beta's skin was intense, just enough to prevent the stinging pain of a permanent mark, but firm enough that Yukhei got the message: this was a mark that declared ownership, a silent warning that, at that moment, Kai claimed him as his own. The bite didn't just leave a physical mark; it was an expression of that primal urge alphas felt to want to protect and possess.
A shaky gasp escaped Yukhei's throat as his eyes squeezed shut, an attempt to absorb the stinging pain the bite had left on his skin. The pain was intense, almost overwhelming, but there was something dark and exciting about the sensation. As soon as Kai's teeth were removed, a wave of relief and new intensity coursed through him as the alpha's wet tongue descended over the mark, soothing the burn and tracing circles on the battered skin in a way so blatantly intimate that it made his heart pound.
A few minutes passed in that silent surrender, a tug-of-war between pain and calm that mixed in a drunkenness of sensations, until Kai pulled away, watching him with an intensity that made every muscle in Yukhei tense. Then, with a hoarse, deeply animalistic whisper, the alpha spoke directly into his ear, the whispered command reverberating in his mind like a persistent echo:
"On your knees, now."
Kai's voice echoed in his brain, almost as if the sound filled every corner of his mind, overriding any coherent thought. Yukhei barely managed to comprehend the command, his eyes unfocused and his breathing ragged as he stared up at the alpha with a mix of bewildered silent submission. It was only when Kai began to apply pressure to his shoulders, slowly pushing him towards the edge of the bed, that the message became clear. The strength in the alpha's grip was undeniable, and, without resisting, Yukhei let his knees touch the floor, the weight of that connection enveloping him in a state of absolute surrender, waiting for Kai's next move, in a mix of anticipation and wordless longing.
Yukhei positioned himself on his knees in front of Kai, completely exposed and without a trace of shame as he remained at the mercy of the alpha. Kai's piercing gaze had him almost hypnotized. From his position on the floor, Yukhei felt the pressure of the alpha's spread legs framing his body, Kai's enveloping, controlling presence like an inescapable weight. But it was even more overwhelming when the alpha's hand sank back into his hair, tangling his fingers with a firmness that made him shudder. The pull was sharp, direct, and though the pain was evident, there was nothing to deter him; on the contrary, a disorienting shiver ran down his spine, mixing with the haze that the alcohol and the drug had left in his system.
Kai guided his face to the tight bulge in his sweatpants, the evidence of his erection contained beneath the taut fabric. Yukhei, unable to think of anything else but that proximity, allowed the alpha to control the pace, his cheeks brushing against the hardness of that bulge without the slightest resistance. Kai was humiliating him explicitly, using his face to rub against him, marking him with his own need, and Yukhei could barely process the intensity of that moment.
Without thinking, almost instinctively, Yukhei stuck out his tongue and licked a small strip of the fabric, tracing a wet path that elicited a low moan from Kai. That simple sound, deep and charged with desire, made him shiver, and the idea of sliding a hand under his own pants to relieve the pressure building inside him became tempting. The mix of humiliation and desire had him completely lost; he felt every breath, every touch, as if time had slowed down, every second etched into his mind as the alpha bent him to his will, making him feel like there was only the two of them in that moment, caught in a game of need that left him eager for more.
With trembling but determined hands, Yukhei slowly lowered the fabric of his pants along with his boxers, letting Kai's virile member free itself, and the intensity of the moment seemed to concentrate in that instant. The alpha's erection appeared before him, and the musky aroma was so strong that it enveloped him completely. A drop of precum fell right on his face, sliding an unexpected warmth that made him open his mouth immediately, as if his body reacted by pure instinct. His lips brushed the trunk of flesh, leaving a wet kiss that drew a low and anxious moan from Kai's lips.
He could feel the spasms in Kai's body, every tension in his muscles, obvious signs of an intense, almost desperate need. With a mixture of submission and desire, Yukhei leaned down, sliding the glans between his lips and letting his tongue run over it with intoxicating precision. The feeling of fullness suddenly invaded him, and deep down, that particular flavor, that essence that the alpha brought with him, mixed in his mouth with a disconcerting familiarity, almost like a taste of home.
With every inch he let in, he felt his own barriers breaking, reality fading away in a steady, primal rhythm. It was pathetic and exciting, and the vulnerability of that moment, that tangible connection with Kai, enveloped him in a maelstrom of need that overwhelmed him, making him feel that, at that moment, nothing else mattered.
Yukhei's comfortable capacity only reached halfway up Kai's member, but the alpha didn't seem willing to stop there. In one swift movement, both of Kai's hands took absolute control, holding him firmly by the hair, leaving him no chance to back off. He should have felt desperate, invaded by the lack of control, forced to endure the onslaught; however, something in that voluntary surrender made each contraction of his throat intensify the pleasure of both, his body itself would have given up all resistance.
Each time Yukhei felt the weight of his erection pushed to the limit of its capacity, his muscles contracted, eliciting a low, hoarse moan from Kai. The alpha's hand pressed even harder, until, in a raw impulse, he buried himself completely in his mouth, filling his entire cavity and leaving Yukhei with no choice but to accept the invasion. He felt the throbbing firmness on his tongue, each beat resonating in his mouth, and the beginning of the knot at the end of the shaft making it clear to him how turned on the alpha was.
Kai remained still for a few moments, allowing his erection to adjust to the natural spasms of Yukhei's throat, which could barely contain the lack of air. Yukhei felt the increasing pressure, the labored breathing that seemed to fragment more every second. However, the taste, the weight and the absolute control over him created an intoxication in which he let himself go, trapped in the intensity of each second that passed under Kai's complete control.
Yukhei barely noticed his own actions, but his hand, guided by instinctive need, descended to his crotch and began to rub himself over his pants, the touch filling him with a mix of relief and growing tension that barely mitigated the difficulty in breathing as Kai invaded his throat. The increasing pressure on his own throbbing member intensified his sensations, and the lack of air seemed only to add to the sense of intoxication.
Kai, aware of his absolute control, decided to take what he wanted. He began with a slow back and forth motion, a cadence that soon increased in intensity until it became ever stronger and deeper. The alpha's deep thrusts began with a slow withdrawal, only to enter quickly, piercing his throat with an almost brutal need. The pace became relentless, using Yukhei's mouth as if it were a simple instrument of pleasure.
He didn't realize when tears began to well up in his eyes, unconsciously falling down his cheeks, mixing with the saliva that pooled and leaked from the corners of his mouth. He tried to focus his gaze on Kai's face, but he could barely keep his eyes open between the tears and the overwhelming pace of the thrusts. Every time he tried to hold his gaze, he was tempted to close his eyes and abandon himself completely, letting himself be carried away by the alpha's undisputed dominance. The sensation of being used so deeply made him tremble, his body reacting to every impulse.
The pace became increasingly erratic, and Kai's deep, choppy sounds resonated in the room, echoing the charged atmosphere. Yukhei, sensing the end approaching, prepared himself to receive the alpha's release; However, he was completely taken by surprise when, suddenly and without warning, Kai pulled his member out of his mouth, leaving him momentarily gaping, breathing heavily and looking confused.
Without giving him time to process, Kai's strong hands settled on his arms, lifting him from his position on the floor and guiding him towards the bed, placing him where he himself had been lying minutes before. The instant his back touched the sheets, Kai positioned himself between his legs, which now lay open and vulnerable. The alpha's hands moved impatiently over Yukhei's shirt, unbuttoning it so quickly and uncontrollably that it seemed like the buttons were on the verge of flying in all directions.
As soon as Yukhei's bare skin was exposed under the warm light of the room, the alpha began a voracious journey with his lips, biting every corner from the base of his neck to his chest, leaving a series of reddish and purple marks that contrasted with his golden skin. The alpha's lips and teeth claimed Yukhei's skin, biting and sucking intensely, as if he wanted to tattoo his desire on every inch, leaving a collection of marks that would make anyone immediately see who it belonged to.
As Kai marked Yukhei's body, the slow and furious back and forth of his erection against the beta's was driving him to the brink of madness. His voice, hoarse and whispery, broke the charged atmosphere: "You're driving me crazy, Lucas. I really want to fuck you so much." The words made an involuntary gasp escape Yukhei's lips; He had no coherent words to respond, so he took the alpha’s face in his hands and guided him into a kiss that, this time, was slow, but absurdly wet and deep.
With a determined move, Yukhei let his hand shamelessly drift down to the alpha’s erection, which was completely exposed and neglected, saliva drying on the skin. He felt the rhythm of the kiss falter as Kai rubbed himself on his fist in need, desperate for contact. “Ruin me more, hyung,” Yukhei playfully whispered, biting his lower lip gracefully, a gesture that made Kai’s eyes, already almost completely black from the dilation of his pupils, fill with an animalistic ferocity as he observed his prey.
Kai’s impatient hands quickly moved to the hem of Yukhei’s pants, stripping them off in a single tug, along with his boxers, leaving his body exposed to the alpha’s view. Wasting no time, Kai stripped off his own pants, and reached over to the side of the bed, frantically searching through a small nightstand. With a mix of impatience and desire, he pulled out a jar of lube, an item that, if Yukhei wasn't already flushed with arousal, would have made him blush even more in surprise.
The jar glistened under the dim light of the room, and Yukhei felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness run through his body. As Kai opened the jar, the atmosphere grew even more intense, as if everything that had happened so far had only been a prelude to what was to come.
Yukhei's eyes were fixed on Kai's actions, who squeezed the jar with determination before bringing his fingers straight to the center between his buttocks. The coldness of the lube made him gasp instantly, a shiver running down his spine as he felt the first finger slide between his taut walls.
“You’re so tight, God, I want to just take you now. I need, Lucas, I need you,” Kai whispered, his impatience-filled pleas echoing near his ear, mixed with the raggedness of his breathing. The finger inside him didn’t stay still for long, beginning a quick back-and-forth where it slowly pulled out only to slam in, filling Yukhei with a mix of discomfort and desire.
The second finger came soon, and the beta felt his body adjust to the intruder, clutching the pillow beneath his head as his eyes closed at the tiny burn forming. He could hear Kai’s coos and praises, each grunt an echo of the desperation building in him, making his mind grow more and more cloudy. His hipbone began to ache from having his legs spread for so long, but by the time the third finger came, he was no longer in pain; Instead, pleasure washed over him, small but intense, making him more and more desperate as Kai's fingers moved in and out, over and over.
The room was filled with an air of desire and need. Every movement of Kai's made Yukhei feel more lost, more surrendered to the pleasure that was washing over him. Kai's words, mixed with his moans and the caresses of his fingers, were all he could hear, enveloping him in an atmosphere that seemed to obscure the outside world. Yukhei was caught in a whirlwind of sensations, feeling desire consume him completely, and the only thing on his mind was the longing for Kai, for his touch, to be completely possessed by him.
Kai also felt impatience growing within him as he withdrew his fingers, noticing Yukhei's moans intensifying with each thrust of his fingers. He grabbed the bottle of lube again, now only half full, and squeezed a generous amount into his hand, massaging his painfully hard erection as his eyes roamed over every inch of the beta's distended body. The first pressure of the glans on his entrance was surreal, almost unreal. It was a sensation that begged to enter him, and for a moment, Yukhei felt overwhelmed, as if he wasn't prepared for his entrance to be defiled by the head of that cock. When it finally entered, a pitiful moan escaped Lucas' lips, a sound that echoed through the room and filled the air with his vulnerability.
Kai's hands gripped tightly onto the beta's thighs, forcing them apart further than Yukhei had ever imagined possible. The grip was so firm that it prevented him from moving, leaving him completely at the mercy of the alpha. Every second felt more intense, Kai's hard cock burying itself in his body without scruple, claiming its space, marking its territory.
Yukhei was lost in the mix of pain and pleasure, each thrust making his body shudder, as his muscles adjusted to the invasion. The feeling of being possessed by Kai filled him with an intense thrill, a primal connection that made every hip thrust resonate within him. At that moment, all he could think about was the alpha’s desperate need and his own surrender to that desire.
It was an experience beyond what a drug could bring, before he knew it. Kai slammed his pelvis into Yukhei’s, a deep growl resonating in the beta’s every limb. It was an animalistic sound, the way the alpha touched him, looked at him, and marked him. Kai’s hands quickly moved up to Yukhei’s waist, squeezing hard as he began to slowly pull out, only to bury himself back in all the way. That sensation was incredibly deep, almost too much for the beta, but that didn’t stop the broken moan that escaped his lips. Each sound only served to tempt Kai to do it again, over and over, until the pace became erratic.
The thrusts were fast and powerful, the depth of each blow leaving no room for coherent thoughts in Yukhei's mind. His eyes locked in pleasure, every moan that left his mouth obscenely high-pitched, echoing through the room, mixing with the wet sound each hard thrust elicited. The bed creaked under the weight of their bodies, the sound giving away what they were doing, and although they knew they should be more careful, it only seemed to fuel Kai's need, who began to pound harder, causing the sound of skin on skin to fill the air.
Kai's grip on Yukhei's waist acted like a lever, preventing the beta from being able to move away and forcing him to receive every inch of the alpha's member. They could feel Jongin's erection beginning to swell, a clear indicator that the moment was building to an inevitable climax. However, Yukhei could barely think straight; His thoughts were mired in a haze of pleasure and confusion.
Suddenly, Kai released his grip on his waist and, without warning, closed his hand around Yukhei's slender throat. It wasn't a threatening gesture, but rather a controlled pressure that made him feel dizzy. The alpha's fingers tightened in such a way that it made it difficult for the beta to breathe, which intensified the feeling of vulnerability and excitement that invaded him.
That was enough for Yukhei's orgasm to break out without warning, spreading throughout Kai's marked abdomen and also into his own. The tension of the walls that embraced the alpha's member was too intense; Jongin's nails dug into Lucas's skin as his essence filled the beta's interior, along with a knot that began to inflame the moment. Kai's clouded mind didn't give him time to process that he should have come out before the knot sealed at the entrance.
He only opened his eyes quickly upon hearing a pained whimper from the younger. Yukhei had his eyes squeezed shut, frowning in deep pain. “It hurts,” he blurted out, and those words snapped Kai out of his reverie of arousal.
The alpha froze, afraid of causing more damage to the beta. He knew that betas weren’t designed to withstand the knot the same way omegas were; they were more delicate and didn’t possess the same natural dilation.
Soft coos from Kai filled the sudden silence of the room, creating an atmosphere of calm amidst the storm of emotions Yukhei had been through. Gently, the alpha caressed the younger’s face, wiping away the trails of tears that had streaked his cheeks.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s all going to pass,” Kai whispered in a soft, comforting voice. “You take me so well; just relax and let it all flow.” His sweet words seeped into Yukhei's skin, penetrating deep inside him and giving him a warm feeling that slowly allowed him to relax. The pain, though persistent, became a manageable annoyance. With careful movements, Kai arranged them to gently lie behind the younger, without putting pressure on the lower part of his body. Soon, both were wrapped in a warm embrace, in a spooning position that conveyed security and protection.
Kai began to distribute sweet kisses on Lucas's neck and back, while his hand tenderly ran along his waist, occasionally going down to massage his battered hip bone. Each touch was a whisper of comfort that helped dissipate the tensions accumulated in the beta's body.
With each caress, Yukhei relaxed more, leaving behind the worries of the previous night. He settled against the alpha's chest, feeling his heartbeat as a calm rhythm that guided him towards peace. The darkness of the night enveloped the room, and the minor's breathing slowed, marking the path to rest.