Clap - 48

Ichan licked the line of Jaemin’s neck.

“Now that you’ve become a perfect omega, you should be able to accept an alpha just fine.”

Ihyun bit lightly on Jaemin’s earlobe.

“This time, I go first.”

Ichan chewed on Jaemin’s jawline.

Ihyun didn’t seem pleased with that statement and furrowed one eye, but he didn’t argue. It was their predetermined order, after all. If the rules were broken even once, things would only get messier later. They both knew well that neither of them would survive fully if they became enemies.

“N-No… please… I don’t want this…”

Jaemin stuttered out a useless refusal. It felt like he was being watched by predators right before they devoured him. Like they were licking and sniffing him, wondering where to start eating for the best flavor, and he had to witness it all while still alive.

Their hardened erections prodded various parts of his body. It was terrifying. Horrifying. He had barely recovered from the last bout of pain; he had no intention of enduring it again.

Jaemin squirmed in their grasp, trying to escape, but his strength was completely gone. His body, left with nothing but heightened senses, refused to obey the commands of his brain.

Ihyun gently grabbed Jaemin’s chin and gave him a quick kiss. It was a shameless kiss, brief but intimate. Then their lips clashed again, and this time, something soft and slick slipped into Jaemin’s parted mouth—a tongue, sticky with pheromones like syrup.

Jaemin instinctively tried to clench his fist. Ichan noticed and intertwined their fingers. Treating a regular wound was easy, but once it became infected, it would heal at half the speed.

With his other hand, Ichan began pulling Jaemin’s shirt off. He was only wearing a t-shirt to begin with, so when it was pulled up, he was soon left completely exposed. His pink areolas, slightly darker nipples, soft chest, and flat stomach were all so lewd. His Adam’s apple tensed up.

Ichan smacked his lips, then opened wide and bit Jaemin’s chest. The soft flesh filled his mouth, and saliva gushed out. Sweet pheromones. Flesh pressed between his teeth. And Jaemin’s faint moans flowing out.

Though he had never been one for gluttony, Ichan was overwhelmed with hunger. He wanted to suck and bite him all day. Holding Jaemin’s pelvis firmly, Ichan greedily sucked on his chest.

“Uuh, mm…”

Ihyun, too, was pulling at Jaemin’s tongue as if he was trying to devour it. Jaemin’s saliva was so sweet. He felt like he could eat it instead of food or water.

As Ihyun and Ichan busied themselves with their mouths, they also kneaded Jaemin’s body all over. Sometimes, they gently stroked him, and other times, they pinched him hard enough to sting.

“Ugh, no⋯⋯ah⋯⋯.”

Jaemin shook his head and pushed Ihyun away. The hot and cold hands of both men simultaneously touching his body made him feel nauseous. In fact, it wasn’t just because of that—he felt dizzy from the pheromones swirling around them.

His head was pounding, and his stomach churned. But the fact that it didn’t feel bad was enough to drive him crazy. Not too long ago, he had been terrified that the two would devour him. But now, drunk on their pheromones, he found himself wishing they would take their time, devouring him bit by bit.

He couldn’t understand it. What on earth was going on, and how had he ended up like this from the early morning?

Crushed under the overwhelming energy of the two, Jaemin’s body plummeted into a seemingly endless abyss. He could feel his rationality melting away. If this continued, it was obvious where things would end.

At the moment Ihyun’s tongue scraped against the roof of his mouth, Jaemin bit down hard, determined to cut it off. The sensation of the flesh being squished between his teeth was vivid.

“⋯⋯Ah.”

Ihyun pulled back with a short groan. Tilting his head slightly, he smacked his lips. His blood-soaked tongue flicked out like a snake before retreating. Unfortunately, Jaemin had failed to cut it off. But since he had made him bleed, maybe he had at least scared him a little.

Before he could finish that thought, a hand flew at him. Smack. A sharp sound echoed as Jaemin’s cheek was turned to the side.

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