The Alpha in His Corner

Chapter 24

Jaekyung hesitated against Dan's mouth, but it only took a few gentle coaxes for the fighter to melt into him, parting his lips and sliding his tongue against Dan's. Sweet and spicy pheromones curled into Dan's nose as the soft pecks rapidly devolved into eager licks and moans. He whimpered as the intoxicating pheromones heated his stomach and made slick drip from his hole. It made him realize how desperately he'd been wanting to feel this way, to feel Jaekyung against him and around him and inside him.

Growling, Jaekyung grappled his waist and crushed their chests together. Dan's crotch hitched up higher on Jaekyung's hips, giving him a full appreciation for the sudden fullness straining against Jaekyung's pants.

Dan found his arms winding around Jaekyung's neck. He tilted his head to allow the fighter better access to his mouth, wanting to feel his tongue in every corner.

Jaekyung's hungry laps and bites paused, making Dan hesitate as well.

"What is it?" Dan asked, a dull pang of anxiety throbbing in his chest.

Jaekyung's black eyes gleamed with lust, but there was also a troubled flicker there. "You're still drunk."

"...So?" Dan kissed his frowning mouth once, twice.

"So," Jaekyung grumbled as Dan pecked a trail of kisses across his cheek, "what if you regret it in the morning?"

Dan paused for only a moment before he kissed Jaekyung's jaw, then his neck. "I won't. I promise."

A throaty chuckle reverberated out of Jaekyung's chest. "How many promises are you planning to make tonight, Kim Dan?"

Dan returned to his lips, hovering there as his forehead twitched into a small frown, squirming as hot need coiled in his belly. "As many as you want. Just..." A soft, slow kiss. "Just hold me right now... Please?"

Jaekyung's pitch-black pupils dilated, and then his lips were devouring Dan's as if he were the sole source of oxygen in the entire world. With both large hands, he clutched Dan's ass and ground his erection up into Dan's hips, then flipped them over onto the mattress, wrenching Dan's jacket off his arms without breaking their kiss.

Moaning impatiently, Dan wrestled his arms out of his jacket and blindly grabbed at the hem of Jaekyung's pullover, hating the moment when they had to part to allow the garment to be dragged over the fighter's head and tossed aside. Then his own shirt was ripped off him and Jaekyung's mouth was on his neck, ravaging its way over his protective collar and sucking a hickey onto his pulse point.

At the same time, Jaekyung's hands unfastened Dan's pants, his fingers sliding under his briefs to coast over his hips and ass cheeks.

Dan groaned and writhed, loving the feeling of the rough calluses catching on his soft skin. As soon as his pants were discarded over the side of the bed, Dan glimpsed Jaekyung's hands straying to his own pants. Dan grabbed his wrist, pressing his other hand against his chest to break their kiss.

"Let me," he said between gasps for air. He pushed against Jaekyung's chest until the fighter was upright on his knees. Batting Jaekyung's hands aside, he leaned forward and undid the button and zipper, his fingers trembling with excited nerves and lingering drunkenness.

Jaekyung watched him with heated eyes, a fresh wave of pheromones rolling off him and blanketing Dan in delicious, humming warmth. Shuddering with pleasure, Dan pushed Jaekyung's pants and briefs down until his massive erection sprang free, precum dribbling from its swollen tip. He took it in both his hands, glancing up to watch Jaekyung tilt his head back and moan as he stroked it. Even in the dimness of the red-lit room, he could see the heavy flush on Jaekyung's face and ears and shuddered again with the knowledge that his pheromones and his touch were the cause of Jaekyung's pleasure.