Good Night, Brother! - Chapter 8.6

Yi Hyeon couldn’t resist the urge to tease. With a playful smack on Eunhyun’s rear, he remarked, “I filled you up so much, and yet you’re spilling it all. What a waste…”

“Sorry… m-mian…” Eunhyun stammered softly, his upper body leaning forward while his hips tilted high. He instinctively tried to cover the leaking mess with his fingertips, glancing over his shoulder with a shy expression. “Are we… good?”

Yi Hyeon’s breath hitched. The look of pride and innocence on Eunhyun’s face drove him wild. He felt as if he was teetering on the edge of losing control. If Eunhyun teased him even a little more, Yi Hyeon swore he’d lose his mind.

The two eventually made their way to the bathroom, the bed sheets left behind soaked with the mingling fluids of Alpha and Omega.

At first, Yi Hyeon truly intended only to clean Eunhyun, but before he realized it, his restraint snapped. He found himself losing all composure. Holding onto the railing of the bathtub, Eunhyun screamed as Yi Hyeon relentlessly pounded into him, the sound of running water cascading over them like a storm, masking their cries.

Eunhyun, exhausted and fevered from the heat of estrus, drifted in and out of consciousness. Even when he stirred awake, Yi Hyeon was still buried deep inside, continuing his insistent movements.

When Eunhyun finally opened his eyes again, he found himself back on the bed in his room. He must have dozed off, but now he was fully awake—on all fours, his body swaying with each rhythmic thrust.

“Puck, puck, puck,” the sound of Yi Hyeon’s hips meeting his echoed in the room. Eunhyun whimpered and gasped with every vigorous motion, his entire body trembling as Yi Hyeon showed no signs of tiring.

Eunhyun’s heat cycle wasn’t very long, so when the intensity of the heat began to subside, clarity gradually returned to her foggy mind.

It was dark outside, the room illuminated only by the soft yellow glow of a single nightstand lamp. Night had fallen after what felt like an eternity of lying entangled together. As Eunhyun realized this, a sudden wave of exhaustion and drowsiness washed over her.

“Hmph… ugh, Hyunah…”

“Mmm, hyung?” Yi Hyeon responded lazily, his voice still heavy with desire.

“I’m better now… I can’t do this anymore… I want to rest, so please—ugh!”

“Ha, hyung. Didn’t you know? I’m rutted.”

“Eh…?” Eunhyun’s eyes widened at the word rut.

The realization hit her like a brick. Earlier, she’d noticed something odd about Yi Hyeon’s pheromones—they had felt different, heavier, more overpowering. That must have been rut pheromones. It explained everything: his relentless movements, the intensity, the insatiable heat…

“You’re my Omega, huh… My rut is your responsibility.” Yi Hyeon’s voice was low, possessive, as he roughly gripped Eunhyun’s waist and thrust deeply inside her.

“Ha… ah…!”

“Haah…”

“Then… just a little… just a little bit, let me rest.”

“Haha, I’ll just cum once. Huh?” Yi Hyeon teased, his tone dripping with mock reassurance.

Eunhyun was dumbfounded. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing—or feeling. Her body was stretched, filled beyond comprehension, and the obscene squelching sound of fluids echoed with every thrust. A slimy mixture of Yi Hyeon’s seed and her own wetness spilled from their junction, dripping down her thighs. The sheer volume of it was overwhelming.

“You… you’re cumming again, aren’t you? Ouch…!” Eunhyun cried out in protest.

But Yi Hyeon was lost to the feverish frenzy of his rut, completely absorbed in his movements. Frustrated and desperate, Eunhyun crawled on her hands and knees, trying to escape. Her trembling body moved like a startled animal, her knees barely supporting her weight as she sought any reprieve from her relentless partner.

“Hyung, where are you going? Huh?” Yi Hyeon’s voice was thick with amusement and need.

Before Eunhyun could take another step, Yi Hyeon caught up, his strong hand gripping her pelvis tightly. With a forceful motion, he slammed back into her, burying himself fully. The loud, wet sound of their joining was followed by a sharp sting that shot through Eunhyun’s body, making her cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Ahhhhh!”

“Don’t go… huh?” Yi Hyeon whispered, his voice almost tender despite his actions.

Tears welled up in Eunhyun’s eyes, overwhelmed by the intense sensations coursing through her. Even though her body begged for rest, Yi Hyeon’s rut demanded more.

Eunhyun took another trembling step forward, blinking back tears, but this time, Yi Hyeon caught up before she could escape. Their bodies, slick with sweat and trembling with exertion, moved in perfect rhythm, more synchronized than ever. The intimate cadence of their movements locked them together as though they were one being, inseparable in their raw intensity.

With a crushing thrust, Yi Hyeon’s hard glans slammed into the tight barrier, forcing its way through. A lightning bolt of pleasure shot through Eunhyun’s mind, overwhelming her senses and pushing her to the brink of climax in an instant. Her own shaft quivered uncontrollably, spilling a torrent of semen in a helpless, forced orgasm.

As she tried to take another step, a thin stream of nearly transparent cum dripped from her. However, the headboard blocked her path, leaving her trapped. Eunhyun’s eyes widened in desperation, the look of someone cornered with no way out, as if fleeing an imminent threat.

Yi Hyeon leaned down, his broad torso pressing against Eunhyun’s back, encasing her fully in his embrace. His strong arms wrapped around her like a cage, ensuring she couldn’t escape anymore. With her pinned in place, he began to thrust brutally, each movement sharp and deliberate.

Puck, puck, puck.

Each violent motion caused Eunhyun’s half-hard shaft to bob helplessly, spraying fluid indiscriminately. Overwhelmed by the unbearable pleasure, Eunhyun cried out, her voice breaking as she pleaded.

“Haa… it’s okay, it’s okay…” Yi Hyeon whispered teasingly, his tone soft but loaded with intent. Slowing his pace slightly, he shifted his focus to ensure Eunhyun remained conscious. A limp, fainted partner wouldn’t satisfy him—not when he could savor the sight and sounds of a lucid Eunhyun. To keep her grounded, Yi Hyeon pressed his lips against her damp, sweat-slicked skin, trailing wet kisses down her back and nape. His tongue slid over the soft flesh, licking and tasting as the obscene slurping sounds filled the room.

“Mmmm… ahhh… mmm…”

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