The S+ Class Omega Takes Over Again [BL]-Chapter 42: Valentine’s special: Five...might be a lot (3)

Cheon Areum confidently said it out loud, despite having only been knotted by Yoon Seoyul once, when he was in heat and driven by pleasure rather than anything else, but he could tell that Yoon Seoyul enjoyed it when he knotted him, and the chances of conceiving would be a hundred percent if he knotted him successfully during a rut, so to make it up to him Cheon Areum would let him knot him exactly five times, it would be killing two birds with a stone.

"What are you talking about?"

The question came out gentle, genuinely confused. Yoon Seoyul’s hands—already tugging the silk pajama pants down Cheon Areum’s hips—stilled as he asked him, with a faint frown between his brows.

"Why are you acting like you don’t know what I’m talking about, I’m telling you to knot me five times..."

Yoon Seoyul peeled the last of Cheon Areum’s silk pants away with rough, impatient tugs, fabric whispering down long legs before being kicked carelessly to the floor. Naked now beneath him, Yoon Seoyul’s hand slid down between his his thighs. Two thick fingers found the slick, swollen entrance immediately. He pushed in slowly at first, then deeper, curling against the soft, yielding walls that clenched greedily around the intrusion, while nibbling on his collarbone as he spoke out in a low voice.

"I can’t do it five times."

"It’s not that you can’t, you just don’t want to, right?"

Before Yoon Seoyul could speak, Cheon Areum’s hands shot forward. Fingers clamped around broad shoulders and shoved, he pushed him down on the bed. Yoon Seoyul’s dark hair fanned across the pillow, chest rising fast. He barely had time to blink before Cheon Areum’s palm slapped away his wrist, yanking the thick, slick stricken fingers free.

"I can handle it, so you don’t need to hold back today."

Cheon Areum said it with the same calm he used when facing a dungeon boss—chin high, voice clear. Fresh slick leaked steadily between his thighs as he planted one hand firmly in the center of Yoon Seoyul’s chest—palm pressing down, pinning him flat against the bedding—and leaned his full weight into it. The other hand reached between them, fingers wrapping around the hot, throbbing length still slick. The erect member jumped in his grip, thick vein pulsing under Cheon Areum’s thumb as he gave one slow stroke from base to tip—enough to make Yoon Seoyul jerk his hips upward instinctively.

But he was still under Cheon Areum, who shifted his knees wider, straddling Yoon Seoyul’s hips. He kept one hand forcefully braced on the chest that kept wanting to rise, and while the other guided the blunt head of Yoon Seoyul’s member to his entrance. He didn’t tease and ease down slowly on it. He took it all in one go. One smooth, unrelenting drop—taking every thick inch in a single glide—until his ass met Yoon Seoyul’s hips with a wet crash. Cheon Areum lowered his head as both of his hands pressed on the chest underneath him.

Cheon Areum barely had time to settle his weight before Yoon Seoyul took everything back. Yoon Seoyul’s hips snapped upward in one brutal, fluid thrust, burying himself to the hilt again before Cheon Areum could even catch his breath.

"....!!"

His thighs trembled violently around Yoon Seoyul’s waist as he was abruptly rocked and hit deeply inside instantly upon entry. Large hands clamped around Cheon Areum’s wrists like iron cuffs as he started pumping in and out of him relentlessly. At the same time, Yoon Seoyul released his pheromones, he unleashed them all at once—vanilla so thick and warm it felt like breathing melted sugar and smoke. Cheon Areum’s back arched off the bed, wrists straining uselessly against the iron grip. His head thrashed once to the side, mouth open on a silent scream that turned vocal when Yoon Seoyul ground deep and stayed.

"Ahhh... Hugh??"

Cheon Areum’s eyes flew open as Yoon Seoyul’s hips circled around once, wanting to go deeper, and then a knot swelling impossibly larger, pressing, stretching, locking with a slick, audible catch vibrated through both their bodies. He hadn’t expected Yoon Seoyul to knot him so soon after acting like he couldn’t do it. Cheon Areum thrashed a little involuntarily from being knotted so deeply and urgently, his thighs clamping tight around Yoon Seoyul’s waist in instinctive protest, but Yoon Seoyul immediately held him down. One hand slid up to the nape of his neck, the other wrapped low around his waist, holding him immobile while the knot continued to pulse and swell inside, stretching him wider.

"Don’t move, it will hurt more..."

Yoon Seoyul murmured into his hair, voice soft now, almost innocent, a complete contrast to the feral way he’d just knotted him. He nuzzled deeper into the sweat-damp strands at Cheon Areum’s crown and pecked the top of his head as tears rolled down Cheon Areum’s face.

"Mm... ah... Ngh..."

He hadn’t felt it this clearly last time, but as he was more conscious of his surroundings he felt every single detail, how inside him the knot kept growing—slow, inexorable—pressing against every nerve, every sensitive inch until Cheon Areum could feel the thick ridge lodged behind his pubic bone, and how each tiny shift of Yoon Seoyul’s hips sent fresh sparks racing up his spine; his own untouched length jerked against his stomach, leaking steadily, smearing the black tally marks. Cheon Areum’s breath came in short, ragged pants against Yoon Seoyul’s shoulder. His fingers clung to the side of Yoon Seoyul’s shoulders, leaving red trails.

"You can’t... Nn.. move either..."

He sniffed as he spoke out in a low voice. Yoon Seoyul didn’t respond to him, but instead carefully flipped him on the bed. The sudden change in angle drove the knot even deeper, pressing it firmly against his front wall in a way that made stars burst behind his eyelids. A sharp, involuntary whine escaped his throat; his legs kicked once, thighs trembling as they instinctively tried to close around Yoon Seoyul’s hips. Yoon Seoyul rose above him—braced on forearms on either side of Cheon Areum’s head. His dark hair fell forward, strands sticking to his sweat-damp forehead as he gazed down at him. Cheon Areum writhed beneath him—small, helpless jerks of his hips, back arching off the bed in futile attempts to ease the overwhelming pressure.

"I’m not moving..."

Yoon Seoyul said to confirm that it was all on him, and then kissed him gently on the lips before finishing his words.

"But...It will be easier for you... Haa... if I come faster..."

With the knot finally locked deep inside—thick, unyielding, swollen to its fullest—Cheon Areum’s body locked up in a full shudder. The stretch was merciles, and he could only try moving in helpless little circles, trying to find relief, to ease the pressure, to chase more—anything—but the knot refused to budge. It only ground deeper, pressing relentlessly against that swollen bundle of nerves inside him until tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and his thighs trembled uncontrollably.

"No... don’t move..."

Yoon Seoyul simply let Cheon Areum struggle beneath him—watching with dark, hooded eyes as Cheon Areum writhed, hips rolling, back arching, wrists twisting in the sheets. Every futile movement only fitted the knot harder, drawing low, broken whimpers from Cheon Areum’s throat that sounded close to sobs.

He dipped his head, lips closing around one peaked nipple—hot, wet, sucking hard enough to pull a sharp cry from Cheon Areum. His tongue flicked over the sensitive bud in quick, relentless strokes, then flattened to lap slow circles. Teeth grazed—just enough to sting—before he sucked again, pulling the nipple deep into his mouth until it throbbed in time with the knot buried inside.

"Fucking hell...leave them alone!"

His hands flew to Yoon Seoyul’s hair—fingers tangling, tugging hard—half to pull him closer, half to push him away because it was too much, too good, too everything. Yoon Seoyul quietly switched to the other nipple—teeth catching the bud first, rolling it gently between them before soothing it with broad, wet swipes of his tongue. One hand came up to pinch the abandoned nipple between thumb and forefinger—rolling, tugging, twisting just enough to make Cheon Areum’s hips snap forward, grinding the knot deeper and ripping a ragged whimper from his throat.

"Wait! Ahh... Seoyul....Mgn..wait.."

The words came out slurred, breathless, completely unconvincing. Yoon Seoyul lifted his head just enough to meet Cheon Areum’s tear-streaked gaze. Yoon Seoyul’s lips were glistening with a faint sheen of saliva that also clung to the abused buds on Cheon Areum’s chest. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Stop?"

Yoon Seoyul mumbled, but seeing Cheon Areum’s unresponsiveness dipped back down instantly, taking the nipple between his teeth again biting a bit more gently and at the same time his hand slid down Cheon Areum’s side, palm flattening over the clear tally marks on his stomach. Fingers splayed wide, pressing just enough to feel the faint bulge of the knot low in his abdomen.

"Ahh...I can’t...anymore...Ngh..."

An unbearable heat spun Cheon Areum’s head... it was almost like he was in heat...