TL | Chapter 25 | Engrave it on Your Body

Clothes lay scattered and entangled messily on the floor. Sprawled on the sofa, Seowon lifted an arm to cover his eyes, his breaths coming out in shallow pants. His whole body felt hot. He couldn’t tell if he was actually feverish or if the heat built up inside him was unable to escape, swirling around and making him feel like he was on fire.

The sound of a soft, wet noise kept repeating as fingers moved in and out below. It felt so wet that something seemed to be dripping down between his thighs.

“Please… stop…” he pleaded with Iden, but it was as if he hadn’t heard, or perhaps he was pretending not to. His fingers didn’t stop. Seowon was stretched to the limit, unsure how many fingers were pushing in, but it was tight enough to feel uncomfortable. It seemed deliberate; Iden kept withdrawing just before hitting the spot Seowon needed, driving him crazy each time with the tingling sensation in his stomach.

“Hyung…” Without realizing it, Seowon called him “hyung,” reaching down to grab Iden’s arm. His mind was clouded with heat. He looked up at him, lips parting as if to say something, but no sound came out. It was the last bit of Seowon’s rationality holding him back.

Put it in properly. Not your fingers—I want your real thing.

The words danced on the tip of his tongue, as if from habit, but he couldn’t bring himself to say them aloud. He bit his lips and glanced away, avoiding Iden’s gaze.

“Ha.” He heard a short sigh from Iden. Then, his fingers slipped out from below, leaving Seowon’s insides clenching, as if trying to hold onto them.

“Ah…” Seowon exhaled a heated breath involuntarily, feeling empty. Propping himself up slightly on his elbows, he looked at Iden, who was sitting between his legs with his knees drawn up. His eyes went to Iden’s sharply defined six-pack first. His abs were more solid, more rugged than the “Iden” in his memory.

Iden ran his hand along his own aroused length, licking his lips. The way he did it was so intensely provocative that Seowon felt a low buzz in his body. His mouth was dry, but even swallowing his own saliva seemed risky, as if it would expose just how much he wanted him.

Iden took Seowon’s hand and guided it to his abdomen, slowly moving it downward. Past his navel, down to his lower abdomen, and further still, until Seowon’s fingers brushed the coarse hair above the thick, veiny length. The heat radiating from it made Seowon’s fingers twitch.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Iden’s voice was low and dark. Seowon stared at Iden’s face without blinking. If he looked down, he would see where his hand was resting, so he stubbornly kept his eyes fixed on Iden’s face.

Iden smiled faintly, wrapping his fingers around Seowon’s hand, urging his curled fingers to open. Then, he placed his own length in Seowon’s palm. The heat was more intense than he’d imagined, making Seowon’s fingers flinch, which only made Iden’s smile deepen.

“Say it. That you want it. Then I’ll give you as much as you want.”

The whispery tone sent a shiver down Seowon’s spine. His lower half was already pulsing, as if it couldn’t wait for Iden’s touch. The words, “I want it, put it in,” were on the verge of spilling out, so he clenched his teeth, jaw throbbing from the effort.

“Stubborn as always.” Iden leaned in and bit down gently on Seowon’s lips. When he gasped in surprise, Iden’s tongue slipped into his mouth, entwining with his, pressing and sucking as if he were trying to consume him entirely. At one point, he licked the roof of Seowon’s mouth, pushing deep enough that Seowon could barely catch his breath.

Unswallowed saliva and hurried breaths spilled from the corners of his mouth. Iden didn’t let any go to waste, tilting Seowon’s head and licking up the trail from the corner of his mouth down to his chin.

Every place Iden’s lips touched felt like it was blooming with heat, spreading through Seowon’s body, making his heart race and his head pound. His body didn’t feel like his own, leaving him desperate.

“Iden… hyung…” Seowon’s voice was thick with need. He wrapped his arms around Iden’s neck, pulling him closer. Iden’s lips moved to his neck, biting into the soft junction where his shoulder met his neck. Seowon gasped as Iden licked over the spot he’d bitten, sucking until it left a mark.

Simultaneously, he felt a thick pressure below as Iden pushed himself inside. The sensation of being filled completely made Seowon arch his neck, unable to even moan. Each movement sent flashes of light across his vision.

“Ah!”

A high-pitched moan escaped him as Iden thrust in deep, hitting a spot that made Seowon tremble. A strong wave of pleasure raced up his spine, all the way to his head, making him dizzy.

He wanted Iden to stop for a moment, but his body betrayed him. His insides were clenching, unwilling to let go of Iden. Seeing this, a smile played on Iden’s lips as he leaned in, pressing his mouth over Seowon’s. Meanwhile, his hips continued to move, his tongue exploring Seowon’s mouth as if nothing else existed.

The overwhelming sensation shot through him, and he could feel himself on the verge of release. Sensing it, Iden brought a hand down, grasping Seowon firmly, adding just the right amount of pressure, pushing him over the edge.

“Wait, I… I’m about to…” he gasped, but Iden didn’t stop. Instead, he thrust even harder, his pace relentless, making Seowon’s body shake uncontrollably as he climaxed, every nerve firing off wildly. Even as he was lost in the throes of release, his body clenched tighter around Iden, drawing a groan from him.

He felt something warm trickle from behind, but he was too lost in the haze of pleasure to care. His vision alternated between white and black, flashing in and out. Iden clutched him tight, as if he would tear him in half, burying himself deep inside and swallowing back his breath. Seowon, overwhelmed by the intensity, finally felt his consciousness slipping.
•

Seowon awoke, feeling as if he couldn’t even move a finger. His eyelids felt heavy. How long had it been since he’d passed out from sex? It hadn’t happened since the first time he was with Iden. Back then, an unexpected heat cycle had hit him, triggering Iden’s rut, leading to an uncontrollable, animalistic encounter. Afterward, Iden had been so apologetic, and ever since, he had always taken a rut suppressant before holding Seowon, even if it was during a heat cycle.

He’d told Seowon that he was afraid of losing control and hurting him. He wanted to cherish him, to be endlessly gentle. Seowon had grown accustomed to that version of Iden.

“Awake?” Iden’s voice broke through, and Seowon winced. He realized with a start that Iden was still inside him, the same pressure as before. Even the slightest movement made him feel painfully aware of their connection.

“Don’t tell me… you didn’t finish?”

Iden smiled softly, pressing a kiss to Seowon’s forehead.

“It wasn’t enough,” he replied, a statement that left Seowon speechless. He had pushed Seowon to the point of passing out, and he still hadn’t had enough. But surely, he should at least pull out.

“Take it out,” Seowon demanded, feeling embarrassed now that his heat had subsided a bit. Facing Iden with him still inside felt unbearably awkward.

“I’d like to, but I can’t.”

Seowon frowned, attempting to push him away, but Iden didn’t budge.

“Forcing it would hurt you.”

It was then that Seowon realized the fullness inside him felt even greater than before.

“Don’t tell me…?”

“Bingo.”

Seowon’s eyes widened in shock, and Iden placed a kiss on his eyelids. Despite the audacity of his actions, Iden’s expression was so innocent it made Seowon feel dizzy.

The end of Iden’s length was swollen inside him. He’d only experienced this once before, during their marking. When an Alpha reached this point, it would only end after they’d fully satisfied their desire.

Before he could protest, Iden began moving gently, coaxing a moan from him as his body began to heat up again.

“This time, I’ll take it slow,” he said, lifting Seowon’s thigh over his shoulder.

“Just hurry and finish it.”

Now that he was fully conscious, the fact that they were still at it felt overwhelming.

“I don’t want you passing out again. I want you to feel everything.”

“Ugh…”

Every thrust sent ripples through Seowon’s insides, his nerves alive with sensation. Iden’s hand traveled up, caressing his chest, twisting a sensitive nub until Seowon’s body jerked in response, making Iden’s smile deepen.

“Engrave it on your body. Remember exactly who’s holding you.”

Seowon instinctively understood what he meant. It wasn’t “Iden hyung”—the Iden of his memories. It was this Iden, the one right in front of him, holding him close.