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“How pitiful.”
The comment stung. Yoojin curled further in on himself, jaw tight. The presence of the man standing in front of him was overwhelming. It made him want to run far, far away and hide. But he didn’t.
There was nowhere to run or hide. There was nowhere for Yoojin to go now. He had agreed to go with the Sesung Guild Leader. To do as told and behave to avoid causing Han Yoohyun any more trouble. His lower lip trembled faintly.
The Sesung Guild Leader’s home was quiet. Fish darted around in the large tank at the center of the room, scales shimmering in the light descending from above. The smell of an alpha was heavy in the air. It stung Yoojin’s nose and only made him want to run even more.
“You’re much quieter than anticipated, Han Yoojin-gun. Is it because your brother sold you off to me?” Yoojin’s chest throbbed. Heels clicked against the floor, and he lowered his head further, feeling as if an immense pressure were weighing down on him. “It must hurt to be given to an alpha that you don’t know by the brother that you so lovingly raised.”
Yoojin stared blankly at the floor. Something clear fell, plopping onto the rug beneath his feet. A tear.
Something brushed against his nape, and after a brief moment, a large, gloved hand covered it. Yoojin couldn’t suppress the tremors in his own hands, fear causing his heart to speed up.
“Shall I offer comfort? A distraction?” The hand squeezed. To an S-rank, it was likely to only be a gentle touch. To an F-rank like Yoojin, it felt like Sung Hyunjae was trying to crush him. “Or would you prefer to lick your wounds in privacy? You have time. We don’t leave until the weekend arrives.”
Comfort. Yoojin didn’t think there was anything that could comfort him. A distraction….
His lashes trembled as he looked up through them. Sung Hyunjae loomed above. So much larger than Yoojin. A man that could end Yoojin’s life with a mere flick of a finger.
He swallowed. His lips parted, and his voice was faint, quivering slightly as he asked, “What kind of distraction…?”
He didn’t know if he could endure much longer like this. Yoojin’s heart hurt. His eyes ached from crying. Yoojin had known that his brother disliked him, but to hate him enough to give him away to an alpha….
The touch on his nape gentled. A gloved thumb stroked over the throbbing skin that would surely bruise. Sung Hyunjae’s eyes curved and softened. Yoojin’s nose twitched as the strong, sharp scent abruptly changed. A tinge of sweetness entered it. “Let me show you.”
Yoojin hesitated. After a brief moment, he gave a weak nod. He had nothing to lose, and it wasn’t like things could get worse. He might as well accept and hope for a good change to occur.
Sung Hyunjae stepped back, removing the hand from Yoojin’s nape. The skin felt hot there. Yoojin’s body felt tense, his legs locked and refusing to move. A heat was sparking in his middle, like a match that had just been lit. A humiliating biological response to an alpha as strong and intimidating as Sung Hyunjae being so close to him. It was something that had nearly put Yoojin in hot water many times rather than saving him, as his body intended to do.
The click of heels on hard flooring stopped. Yoojin forced his body to react, and he pushed himself up after reaching for his crutches. His left leg throbbed violently. Yoojin followed after the man that had paused at the stairs, waiting for him.
Sung Hyunjae inclined his head toward the steps. Yoojin’s lips pressed into a flat line, and he began making his way up the stairs at a painfully slow pace. His leg ached in protest at the strain.
The alpha followed after him, so close that Yoojin could nearly feel breaths tickling his nape. He shivered and moved as quickly as he dared.
“Shall I offer my assistance?” Sung Hyunjae spoke up. By then, Yoojin had gone up half of the steps. He gripped his crutches tightly, knuckles turning white. His jaw clenched.
“No.” He didn’t need help. He could do it on his own.
“I see.”
Without another word, an arm wrapped around his waist. Sung Hyunjae had seemingly grown tired of waiting for him. Yoojin froze as he was lifted up, and another arm settled beneath his knees, raising his legs. The crutches fell from his grasp and clattered onto the steps, his grip slackening in surprise.
Sung Hyunjae’s golden gaze flickered down. The crutches were left where they were, and the man continued to ascend the stairs.
Being held as he was was painful, though not quite as painful as walking up the steps. Quietly, Yoojin murmured, “I need my crutches to walk.”
“I’ll retrieve them later,” the man responded dismissively.
Yoojin bit his bottom lip. He could feel himself starting to shake. He couldn’t bring himself to ask to be put down, so he remained silent, hoping that they would quickly reach their destination.
At the top of the steps, there was a hallway. Yoojin was carried down the hall, then through an open door.
Inside was a large bedroom. It looked like something out of a magazine. Yoojin hissed through his teeth as he was lowered onto the bed, right onto his back rather than being set on the edge. His muscles all tensed with the urge to flee as Sung Hyunjae leaned over him, one hand settling right next to Yoojin’s head on the mattress.
“Han Yoojin-gun.” The man smiled, lowering his long, blond lashes slightly. Yoojin tried to stop his trembling, but it was futile. “I will attempt to be gentle. If it hurts, do not hesitate to yell.”
Hurts…?
A chill went down his spine. Yoojin tried to push himself up, but a hand pressed to his chest, firmly flattening him to the mattress once more. “Ah, wait—”
Yoojin’s mind briefly blanked as a thick scent filled the air. Sweet and sharp. Like freshly baked goods and some type of chemical were being held near his nose. Heat pulsed in his middle and spread between his thighs. His left leg throbbed from how tense his muscles had gotten.
A hand snaked beneath his hoodie, sliding over his ribs. Yoojin turned his head to the side, taking in a deep, shaky breath. Panic welled up within him. Was this what the Sesung Guild Leader had meant by distraction?
“Wa-wait. I can’t—ah—” Teeth nipped at his jaw, and Yoojin felt a wetness soaking into his pants. Slick. His traitorous body was reacting quickly to the touches. He didn’t know whether it was his body responding to his fear and attempting to protect him by trying to tempt the alpha and lower the chance of Yoojin being harmed, or if he actually enjoyed it. “Sesu—”
“Is Han Yoojin-gun feeling chatty now?” A thumb slid over a sensitive nub on his chest. Yoojin shuddered. His eyes darted, briefly meeting Sung Hyunjae’s before rapidly lowering. The man’s golden eyes were terrifyingly cold. “Hush.”
Yoojin’s mouth clamped shut. Both fear and his growing arousal caused his heart to race. His own scent was growing sour from his fright, but Sung Hyunjae seemed to be ignoring it. Or maybe the scent was so faint compared to Sung Hyunjae’s own that it was completely drowned out.
“Ugh—!”
The sound escaped him as he was abruptly rolled over, tears springing to his eyes as a sharp pain shot through his injured leg. Soft, warm lips pressed to his nape, almost like an apology. A hand smoothed over the side of his left thigh gently.
He was scared.
A mixture of emotions bubbled in his chest, threatening to spill forth. Terror, anger, resentment, and hurt. He wanted to ask the man to stop, but his lips refused to move.
He was scared.
Yoojin was afraid of being injured further. Angry at himself for being too pathetic to say no to his brother. Resentful of Han Yoohyun for selling him off. Hurt at the betrayal.
The tears spilled down his cheeks. He hiccupped, then let out a low groan of discomfort as the mattress shifted under the weight of someone larger than him. Fingers slowly slid through his hair, as if to reassure him. It would have fooled Yoojin if not for that cold look that he had seen in the other man’s eyes.
As if Yoojin were beneath him. Nothing but a mildly amusing toy to play with.
Moisture trickled down his cheeks and clumped his lashes together. Yoojin took in a shaky breath, only to immediately let it out as fingers slipped beneath his waistband.
It was too much. Yoojin found his voice, and he weakly tried, “I don’t think that—”
“Don’t think.” The Sesung Guild Leader’s voice was cool and relaxed. Yoojin’s trembling grew more severe. “Does Han Yoojin-gun not want to forget? To be distracted from all of his troubles?”
A fresh wave of tears escaped. His temples throbbed at the thought of his last interaction with his dongsaeng.
“Why don’t you actually help me for once?”
Nausea churned in his stomach. Yoojin buried his face in the mattress, and he gave a weak nod, stifling a sob. He wanted to forget. It hurt. How could Han Yoohyun—?
“Good,” Sung Hyunjae gently praised. A hand stroked his nape. The glove was gone, removed at some point while Yoojin wasn’t paying attention. Then—
His pants and underwear were pulled off swiftly, then thrown to the side. Yoojin grit his teeth hard enough to make them ache, his leg burning from the rough treatment. Heat spread up his neck and cheeks. He was bare from the waist down. Yoojin’s face scrunched, hidden against the sheets as a hand slid between his thighs. Fingers grazed against his skin, immediately finding the source of the wetness on his thighs. Yoojin bit his lip as the fingers leisurely slid over the slick, pink slit that rested below his cock.
There was a hum as Sung Hyunjae applied a slight bit of pressure on the small hole between Yoojin’s legs. “Han Yoojin-gun seems to be inexperienced in this department.”
Yoojin’s only response was a tiny nod—barely a twitch of his head. He had never been romantically or physically involved with anyone. He had been too busy… raising Han Yoohyun….
“I suppose that was a rude thing for me to comment on,” Sung Hyunjae went on. A finger pressed, distracting Yoojin as it slipped into his cunt. His brows knitted together. Yoojin hardly ever touched himself there. His heats had been nonexistent since his brother awakened, and he hadn’t felt the urge to masturbate since before then as well. He assumed that it was due to stress. So, it felt strange to have something inside of him, even if it was just one finger.
The Sesung Guild Leader’s hands were big though, so maybe that was the issue. The size difference was a bit… too much.
One finger was easy enough to adjust to. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t particularly feel good either. He shifted slightly, teeth grinding at the ache in his leg. A second finger started to slide in alongside the first, and Yoojin did his best to relax, beginning to feel the stretch.
“Han Yoojin-gun’s scent is so faint. When did you last visit a doctor?” The fingers buried deep, curling just so, and Yoojin’s toes curled at the unfamiliar pleasure that sparked within him.
Doctor…. When had he last gone? After a moment of trying to recall, he spoke, trying to keep his voice from trembling, “Probably… when my leg was injured.”
Sung Hyunjae made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded disapproving, but he said nothing. Yoojin forced his legs to remain limp to avoid further pain, resisting the instinctive urge to tense them as the Sesung Guild Leader’s fingers thrust in languidly. The mess of slick between his legs was growing.
He could feel the heat of Sung Hyunjae’s knees on either side of his thighs. The faint brush of fabric tickling his bare skin whenever the man shifted. A hand covered his nape once more, fingers finding their place over the blooming bruises. Yoojin shrank in on himself, trying to make himself smaller. The scent of sweet, baked goods and chemicals grew stronger.
The sheets under him were growing damp with slick. Yoojin’s hips rocked involuntarily as the fingers twisted and shoved into him, hitting the most sensitive spots within him. His cock was soft, but Yoojin could feel it leaking as well, adding to the messiness beneath him. The growing pleasure was beginning to distract him from the terrifying presence above him.
The fingers found a spot that had Yoojin’s hips rutting against the mattress, and Sung Hyunjae wordlessly targeted the sensitive place, applying more pressure to Yoojin’s nape to pin his upper half firmly to the bed.
Yoojin drew in shallow, shuddery breaths, fingers clutching at the sheets. He could feel his middle tightening up, the pleasure building up quickly. A thumb pushed harshly against the sensitive scent gland on the side of his throat, and Yoojin shuddered, stars scattering in his blurring vision as his orgasm abruptly crashed over him. His spine arched, and he felt the sheets soaking underneath him, his cock twitching and spurting slick.
Inside of his clenching passage, Sung Hyunjae’s fingers continued to thrust, the pace slowing gradually. Yoojin sagged against the mattress, every inch of him quivering uncontrollably. He blinked sluggishly, trying to clear his vision.
“When was Han Yoojin-gun’s last heat?” Sung Hyunjae suddenly asked. Yoojin shivered, toes curling as the fingers massaged his oversensitive insides.
It took him a minute to respond. He mumbled, voice hoarse, “Years ago…. Before my brother awakened.”
“That is… concerning.” The fingers pulled out, leaving Yoojin’s insides clenching around nothing. He felt his nape being rubbed almost soothingly, then heard fabric rustling. Yoojin tried to turn his head and look, but the hand on the back of his neck held him in place. “Once we go overseas, I’ll have appointments set up. You have many issues that need to be sorted out.”
Yoojin didn’t even know what to say to that. It was true. His body was a complete mess.
He swallowed. Maybe there was a chance that he could recover…? It was slim, but Yoojin would like it if he could be healthy again. Or at least just have his leg healed. Life as he was now was miserable.
Something hot and thick rubbed against his slit. Sirens blared in his head, and Yoojin bared his teeth, reaching back to shove at the alpha on top of him. Sung Hyunjae was unmoving, completely unfazed by Yoojin pushing at his side.
“Relax. You’ve loosened up enough,” Sung Hyunjae calmly said. Yoojin shivered and stilled as the hand on his nape squeezed, the skin beneath the man’s fingers aching.
Yoojin was scared. He’d never had sex before. It would surely hurt—Sung Hyunjae felt big. And if he knotted….
Shakily, Yoojin asked, “What if I get pregnant…?”
“It’s unlikely,” the man responded. “You haven’t had a heat in years, after all. If you do end up pregnant though, we will deal with that later. There’s an easy fix.”
Sung Hyunjae made it seem like such a small problem. Yoojin stifled a whimper as he felt the man pushing forward. His entrance burned at the stretch. It felt like he was being ripped open. Was he…?
“Breathe,” Sung Hyunjae instructed, thumb rubbing slow circles against the back of Yoojin’s neck. “You are fine.”
Yoojin drew in a deep, shaky breath. He was fine. It stung, but he was alright. He had endured much worse. Yoojin had been injured by monsters, tortured by people, and had dealt with the agony of his shattered leg for quite some time now. This was nothing in comparison.
The alpha atop him shifted, pressing in further before stilling, allowing Yoojin to adjust. The burn was gradually fading, though it still ached. After a long minute, Sung Hyunjae moved once more.
Yoojin’s eyes squeezed shut as the man pushed in deep. His hiss of discomfort was met by a rumbling purr that immediately had Yoojin’s insides melting in response. His muscles went lax and his cunt quickly grew even slicker. Yoojin had never had an alpha purr around him—Han Yoohyun had manifested as one after leaving Yoojin, so there was never the chance to hear it from him, and no one else was close enough to him to give him that opportunity.
His body liked the sound. It liked it a lot, and the purring made the ominous presence above him feel far less threatening.
He could feel Sung Hyunjae’s cock grinding against the deepest parts of his cunt, stretching him out thoroughly before pulling back, thick length dragging along Yoojin’s heated insides. Then, the man thrust back in.
With his muscles relaxing and how much wetter he had gotten, it was far easier for the alpha to move within him. Yoojin’s leg throbbed every time his body was jostled, but the pain wasn’t too severe.
A faint groan slipped past his lips as Sung Hyunjae sheathed himself fully within Yoojin, leaving Yoojin’s walls stretched to their limits around the man. He was big. Way bigger than average, Yoojin assumed, though he was unable to see and confirm.
A hand settled on the side of his waist, and Yoojin noticed that he was shivering. He hadn’t realized. The hand squeezed, and though it was likely a light touch for Sung Hyunjae, to Yoojin it was firm. He anticipated that another set of bruises would form there.
With a hand on Yoojin’s waist and the other on his nape, Sung Hyunjae began moving slowly, pushing in and out at a steady pace. Yoojin’s eyes squeezed shut, jaw tightening. He felt so full.
It was overwhelming. Yoojin was too focused on the length pumping into him to think about Han Yoohyun at all. He shivered, hips clumsily grinding against the mattress. His cock had begun to leak again already. The pain had faded significantly.
The pace began to pick up. Sung Hyunjae rutted into him with a force that would likely have Yoojin’s body scooting on the mattress if not for the hands holding him in place. Yoojin couldn’t stop the whine that slipped from his lips, nor could he cut off the series of soft cries that followed.
Tension was steadily coiling in his belly with each shove into him. Yoojin instinctively tried to lift his hips, but gave up when a sharp pain shot through his leg. He lay there, panting as he got closer and closer to his peak.
Yoojin could feel the man’s length swelling, though it was only when the base caught on his entrance that Yoojin realized what was happening. He froze as Sung Hyunjae pulled back, yanking the growing knot from Yoojin’s cunt, only to force it back in. The action repeated, growing more and more difficult with each thrust—
The tension in his stomach snapped, and Yoojin’s body shook as an overwhelming pleasure surged through him from top to bottom. His toes curled, insides clenching around the knot. Wetness spilled between his legs, soaking the sheets.
Sung Hyunjae pushed in deep before stopping, and Yoojin felt the knot growing bigger and bigger. Then, heat flooded his insides. Yoojin felt his muscles clenching, clamping down on the man’s length as he was filled up. It was hot.
After a moment, Sung Hyunjae began to move, lowering himself down until his body was settled over Yoojin’s. He was heavy and warm, pressing Yoojin further into the mattress. The weight felt almost comforting.
Yoojin’s eyelids fluttered, and though he fought the exhaustion creeping in, his eyes eventually drifted shut. A head nuzzled into the crook of his neck, and Yoojin heard a soft, deep purr. Slowly, Yoojin began to doze off, lulled to sleep by the soothing noise.
«⟣»
Yoojin scrolled slowly on his phone, eyes scanning the comments on a video of Han Yoohyun. Tension in his jaw was slowly building. Soon, his teeth would probably be grinding together. Irritated, he crossed one knee over the other. The pain that normally would have flared up at the movement was entirely absent, his leg now almost completely normal. One more treatment, and his leg would be as good as new.
The garden was quiet aside from the soft birdsong and trickling of the water in a nearby fountain. After some time, the peaceful atmosphere was cut through by a sudden ominous pressure and the crunch of shoes on gravel. Yoojin had long since grown used to the terrifying feeling, and he barely reacted.
Long, pale fingers curled around his phone. The sunlight was blocked out by someone looming over him. Yoojin tipped his head back, brows furrowing in annoyance as he looked up at the one standing next to the chaise lounge.
Sung Hyunjae’s lips were curved into a soft smile. “Han Yoojin-gun looks quite sullen. Perhaps scrolling through comments is a bad idea? I’m afraid that I’ll have to revoke your access to electronics again if you keep doing this….”
The man leaned down, and though Yoojin frowned, he let Sung Hyunjae’s lips press to his own. Yoojin turned his head slightly after a moment, breaking the kiss to petulantly say, “I’m an adult. I can do what I want.”
Sung Hyunjae just hummed softly. The phone was plucked from his grasp. Yoojin’s scowl deepened. The man’s lips found his own again, and he felt a soft tongue swipe out, trying to gain entrance. Yoojin once more turned his head.
“I want dinner first. And where are my contraceptives?” Yoojin said, unwilling to go further without them. After all of the treatments he’d had, his body was in much better health. Getting pregnant now might be possible.
The man’s smile grew indulgent. “I’ll make something quick then.” A hand extended, plucking a book from the nearby table, then set it on Yoojin’s lap. Yoojin stared down at it. It was obvious that Sung Hyunjae wanted him to read a book rather than nasty comments aimed at him. “It won’t be long.”
Another kiss was stolen, then Sung Hyunjae stepped away, going to make a doubtlessly delicious supper. Yoojin slowly opened the book, reluctantly agreeing that it would be better for his mental health than continuing to scroll.
His lips curled downwards, and he shot a glare at the door closing behind Sung Hyunjae. The man hadn’t said anything about having gotten the contraceptives.
Well. Yoojin would just avoid having sex with him then. He settled in, getting more comfortable and forcing his tense muscles to relax, and began to read.