Good Night, Brother! - Chapter 8.2

Only then did Yi Hyeon realize the source of the strange, unsettling discomfort. It was the precursor to his rut. It felt eerily similar to the first time he had experienced it back in his first year of high school. Even then, he had craved Jeong Eunhyun to the point of madness.

Since that time, he had been diligent about taking suppressants in advance to avoid experiencing his rut. But now, for the first time in years, he felt the undeniable signs again.

Yi Hyeon immediately grabbed his backpack and stood up. The professor, puzzled, called out to him as he headed toward the classroom door.

“Uh? Hey, student! Where are you going in the middle of the lecture?”

The sound of the classroom door closing was the only answer.

Leaving the classroom, Yi Hyeon tried to suppress his growing anxiety as he made his way toward the officetel.

As soon as the elevator doors opened on the 12th floor, where the house was located, Yi Hyeon’s expression darkened. The hallway was filled with Eunhyun’s heat-induced pheromones. Normally mild and faint, the recessive omega’s scent had become so concentrated and abundant that it had permeated the entire corridor.

Yi Hyeon immediately realized Eunhyun had entered his heat cycle. The thought struck him—Eunhyun probably hadn’t been able to go to work because of it.

The sweet, peach-like scent tickled Yi Hyeon’s nose, and his body reacted instinctively with a dull ache in his lower abdomen. Thank goodness I imprinted, he thought grimly. If there were any other alphas on this floor, this would’ve been the perfect setup for a disaster.

The thought of what could have happened made his blood boil, and a curse slipped from his lips.

“Fuck…”

Yi Hyeon quickly opened the front door and stepped inside. Eunhyun’s bedroom was empty. Just as panic began to set in, a muffled, lewd moan drifted out from Yi Hyeon’s room, where the door was slightly ajar.

“Heung… Yi Hyeon-ah… Hmm, hmm! Uh-huh, yeah!”

Yi Hyeon, who headed straight to his room, froze in place, his hand gripping the doorknob. He was left speechless by the surreal and shocking scene unfolding before his eyes. Without a doubt, it was the most obscene and jarring moment he had ever witnessed in his life.

The laundry basket lay overturned on the floor, with clothes bearing Yi Hyeon’s scent scattered everywhere—from the floor to the bed. On the bed was Jeong Eun Hyun, utterly lost in ecstasy.

Jeong Eun Hyun, so engrossed in his actions, was bent over with his butt raised high, unaware that his younger sibling had entered. A T-shirt Yi Hyeon had worn was draped around his neck, and Yi Hyeon’s old boxers were stuffed into his rear. The sight of him indulging in such raw, unrestrained pleasure was beyond anything Yi Hyeon could have imagined.

Jeong Eun Hyun’s half-closed eyes seemed unfocused, lost in another world. With his nose buried in the pillow, he rubbed against it feverishly, his fingers greedily working their way inside his panties.

The snow-white curve of his buttocks swayed gently, almost rhythmically. With every movement, the tip of his member tapped softly against the sheets, a “tap, tap” sound accompanying the pre-ejaculate that leaked uncontrollably, dripping like a broken faucet and splattering across the bed.

“Ugh… I can’t… Huh…” Jeong Eun Hyun’s breathless voice filled the room.

The dampness from his heat had soaked through, creating a slick trail from the edge of the bed to the floor. Yi Hyeon’s low, icy voice suddenly cut through the humid air, thick with the scent of omega pheromones.

“……Hyung.”

“Ah… Ugh, I want to see you…”

I’m right here.

Jeong Eun Hyun seemed completely oblivious, lost in his heat-induced haze. Yi Hyeon, struggling to stay composed despite his own instincts screaming at him, tried to maintain his composure as he removed his T-shirt and pants. The moment the last piece of clothing hit the floor with a soft thud—

“Haah… Huh, ugh…!”

“I want to go… Hmm… Jeong Yi Hyeon, Yi Hyeon-ah!”

The omega, utterly dominated by his heat-driven instincts, whimpered like a child, calling desperately for his alpha.

This was the first time Yi Hyeon had seen Jeong Eun Hyun looking so disheveled. His flushed cheeks, reddened with excitement, were streaked with tears that wouldn’t stop flowing. Saliva dripped from the corners of his slackened mouth, where his long tongue hung out. It was as if every part of Eun Hyun’s body was leaking.

Yi Hyeon clicked his tongue, wondering if Eun Hyun might melt away like this, and moved closer.

Climbing onto the bed, Yi Hyeon bent his knees and positioned himself behind Jeong Eun Hyun. He slid his index and middle fingers into the hole where Eun Hyun’s underwear had been shoved. Four of Eun Hyun’s own fingers were already stuffed inside, stretching the tight space even further.

Only then did Eun Hyun seem to sense something unfamiliar. Feeling a sudden unease, he turned his head to look at Yi Hyeon. A flicker of surprise spread across Eun Hyun’s dazed eyes.

“Ugh… Huh…? Uh… huh…?”

“Hyung.”

“…Hah… Yi Hyeon-ie…?” His voice cracked. Is it real? A dream… or not?

“It’s not a dream, Hyung.”

“…Huh, Yi Hyeon-ah… How long… have I been waiting for you… Why did you only come now?”

A tear trickled down Jeong Eun Hyun’s cheek. His black eyes, half-obscured by heavy eyelids, had long lost all reason. His tongue could no longer form coherent words, the haze of his heat overtaking him completely.

“Hyung,” Yi Hyeon said, his voice low, “are you really wearing my T-shirt and using my underwear to jerk off?”

“…While poking a hole in it?”

Yi Hyeon, his voice lowered with excitement, asked again as he began to thrust his fingers vigorously. The wet, messy sound of slick friction echoed in the room, like damp laundry being wrung out.

Ah, so good. Under the maddening stimulation, Jeong Eun Hyun felt his last shred of reason slipping away. Although, in truth, there wasn’t much left to lose. Just the alpha’s fingers rubbing inside felt this good—how much better could it get? A moan of ecstasy escaped his trembling lips.

“Ahh, ah, ugh, ah…!”

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