"Heeyeon. Didn't I say, how about taking off your clothes first?"
Director Yeon spoke softly as he undid the neatly buttoned sleepwear with one hand, trying to soothe Jung Heeyeon. With each button that came undone, Jung Heeyeon's pale body flinched and trembled slightly. The heightened sensitivity caused by the pheromones made even the touch of fabric feel overwhelming.
"Ah... hng...."
Even the air against his skin felt different. Jung Heeyeon let out a breathy sound, shifting uncomfortably. Air wasn't something that should feel foreign to a human body, yet with each button undone and his sleepwear opening wider, goosebumps trailed across his stomach, and an odd warmth pooled behind him.
Startled by the sharp, unfamiliar wave of sensual sensation, the omega didn't know what to do and pushed his feet against the bed. When the sheets caught on his heels, his small toes curled instinctively. It was all because of the pheromones turning every touch into sexual stimulation.
"Director...."
Jung Heeyeon's voice barely came out as a whisper. He needed something to hold onto. Even as the slow unbuttoning continued, he felt Director Yeon's fixated gaze on him, making it easy to meet his eyes.
"Haa... I want to have a kiss."
As if recalling their first kiss, Jung Heeyeon parted his lips and stuck out his tongue. The heat that had been pooling in his stomach spread throughout his body, even heating up his mouth. The hand leisurely unbuttoning his sleepwear hesitated for a moment. Then, the man muttered a curse in a low voice.
"Ha, Jung Heeyeon."
"Hngh."
Before their tongues could even brush, the man's flesh pressed against Jung Heeyeon's small tongue, invading his mouth ruthlessly. Their lips met, and the coolness of the man's body temperature flooded into Jung Heeyeon's feverish mouth. Reflexively, Jung Heeyeon wrapped his arms around Director Yeon's neck and parted his lips wider. As his hot, slick mouth filled with the man's thick presence, his mind quickly fogged over.
The sleepwear that had been wrapped around his body soon slipped off. Once the thin fabric covering his stomach was gone, his bare skin rose and fell shallowly with each breath. Jung Heeyeon felt the man's hands—hands that had undone his buttons—cup his cheeks as he clumsily moved his tongue.
"Uhh, hnn... Ah!"
The moment he instinctively shifted his hips, a moan escaped him. His eyes widened in surprise as he looked up at Director Yeon. The man let out a quiet laugh as their lips disconnected. The alpha's hand had come to trace on Jung Heeyeon's flat chest.
"Heeyeon-ah. Do you like having your chest caressed?"
"Hngh!"
Every time Director Yeon rolled a nipple between his fingers, Jung Heeyeon's shoulders hunched, and a ticklish sensation stirred in his stomach. Overwhelmed by the blatant pleasure, he fumbled for words.
"W-Why are you... touching my chest?"
"Do you dislike it?"
Facing an omega in heat, the alpha pressed down on the stiffened nipple and asked. At the same time, the small body beneath him trembled. Instead of waiting for an answer, Director Yeon kissed the half-parted lips. As if it were only natural, the alpha's tongue delved into the narrow, wet space inside.
Jung Heeyeon's mouth was excessively hot. Even when his temperature was taken earlier, it had been slightly high, and now, with his heat added on, his body seemed to burn even more. Director Yeon licked every corner of the small mouth while slowly rubbing Jung Heeyeon's chest. Shallow moans were swallowed along with their saliva.
