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Chapter 40: Shall We?
by Gideon“You’re not the only one who feels good, are you?”
Zion kissed Jubin’s cheek and settled himself between his parted legs.
“Everything about you feels good.”
The words I like you sent a tremor through Zion’s heart.
“Sunbae, do you like me?”
Jubin nodded without hesitation, his lips parting slowly.
“Yeah, I like you.”
Zion knew. He knew that when Jubin said “I like you,” it didn’t carry the same weight of deep resolve or responsibility that it did for him.
Zion was the type to reserve affectionate words—I like you, I love you, I miss you—only for the person he truly belonged to.
It wasn’t that these words were grand, solemn, or heavy, but he believed that even affection had its depths. Because of that, he had always been careful about who he expressed it to.
But Jubin was different. While he didn’t say it to everyone, he used the phrase naturally to show a moderate level of interest.
“I can be polite, but I’m not kind.”
Anyone who mistook his politeness for genuine kindness was a fool.
He had no intention of stubbornly trying to avoid becoming just another fool in the long line of those who had passed through Jubin’s life.
The only thing that mattered was Jubin’s interest in him.
He had waited six long years for that interest.
Since he had already resolved to be the last person Jubin ever wanted, his priority was to soak up every ounce of affection and expression he could get, filling the void he’d craved for so long.
“I like you too, sunbae.”
“Then let me put it in as much as you like me.”
If I don’t take him in after he’s tempted and encouraged me this much, I’ll be a pathetic loser, won’t I?
Knowing this, he still pressed his cock against his own perineum, trying to hold himself back.
“What if it doesn’t fit…?”
Even if he’s an Omega, can a hole that barely fits a few fingers really stretch any wider?
Just as Zion was worrying, Jubin spread his legs wide and gripped his own ass cheeks, pulling them apart.
“It’s okay. Try it.”
At the same time, his loosely closed entrance yielded with a lewd sound, parting to reveal the gap. The bedsheet beneath them was already soaked through with a pool of slick and pre-cum.
“Don’t worry. I am an Omega.”
Who doesn’t know he’s an Omega? The problem is I don’t even have a first experience to compare with—no matter the gender or Omega status—to see if he’s sturdy enough to take me in.
“Zion, should we use oil?” Jubin asked, glancing at the massage oil on the nightstand.
“Forget it. I’m not putting some unverified product inside you. I’ll only use a proper lubricant.”
Zion firmly rejected Jubin’s suggestion, worried that his own hesitation might be fueling Jubin’s anxiety.
He pressed the swollen, throbbing head of his cock against Jubin’s entrance.
The opening clenched instinctively, as if startled. Zion knew that with just a little more force, he could stretch open the tightly closed, wrinkled entrance in one go.
“Tell me if it hurts. Okay?”
“I think I’ll be more worried about the embarrassment than the pain…” Jubin trailed off, his face flushing crimson. In this moment, his excessive honesty came across as pure coquetry.
“You’re cute enough as you are, so just enjoy this with me.”
The moment the words left his lips, Zion pushed forward, channeling his resolve into his cock as he forced his way inside.
As Zion forced his way past the tight entrance, Jubin squeezed his eyes shut and pulled his buttocks wider.
“Hngh…”
“Fuck…”
The pressure was so intense for both of them that they groaned in unison. Zion’s mind went hazy from the unprecedented tightness. He wanted to reach even deeper, to the lewdest parts his fingers had never touched.
Just then, he saw Jubin trembling, his hands still gripping his own backside as he kept his eyes shut tight. Zion paused, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Ha… Does it hurt? A lot?”
Jubin shook his head violently, his eyes still closed.
“Hurry… just push it all in.”
The pressure was overwhelming, yet Jubin panted, urging him on. “Hurry.”
Zion exhaled a ragged breath, carefully controlling his force as he slowly pushed deeper into the tight inner walls.
The slick liquid coating his penis, combined with the excruciatingly tight squeeze, sent a wave of pleasure through him that was almost too much to bear. This moment, this sensation, was being seared into his mind—a memory he would never forget. The problem was that his cock, still throbbing with excitement, had only grown harder and thicker.
“Hngh!”
Jubin began to tremble violently. With every inch Zion pushed in, the space inside seemed to grow even tighter.
“Hah… just hold on a little longer,” Zion murmured soothingly.
Jubin gripped the sheets beneath him with both hands, bracing himself to stop his body from being pushed any further by the forced intrusion.
As more than half of his cock slid inside, Zion couldn’t help but wonder—Is this really okay?
“If you go any deeper, I think I’ll tear…”
“No, it’s just been a while for me…” Jubin added hastily, fearing Zion would get scared and pull back.
“Don’t pull out. I’m okay…”
As if to reassure Zion, he straightened the arm he’d been propping himself up with and lifted his upper body.
“Come inside. Trust me.”
Determined, he wrapped his arms around Zion’s chest and moved his own hips to take him in.
“Ah…!”
At Jubin’s breathless, sweet moan, Zion hugged him tight, trying to stop him.
“Don’t push yourself.”
“Haa… I… I want to do this with you…” His voice sounded a little strained.
“I don’t want you to be in pain, Sunbae.”
“I’ll do the rest. Just stay still… and bear with it for a little bit.”
Who was the one actually enduring the pain? Zion wasn’t hurting at all—if anything, he was dying of pleasure.
Jubin, on the other hand, seemed to be in pain even as he enjoyed it. As Jubin tilted his hips up, Zion’s penis was swallowed whole, and he felt as if a hidden path had opened deep inside.
Instinctively realizing he’d reached the end, Zion gave one final, powerful thrust to finish.
“Hah…”
“Haaah…”
A sense of fulfillment, far beyond mere satisfaction, flooded their entire bodies. Zion couldn’t believe how completely he filled Jubin’s inside.
“We’re… more compatible than I expected…”
Zion thought the exact same thing. When he first pushed inside, the unfamiliar sensation had left him dazed, but now that he was fully seated, he felt a perfect fit.
“The doctor was right. He told me my cervix is longer than most Omegas’.”
Now Zion understood why Jubin hadn’t been satisfied with his previous Alpha.
“Was the other guy short and small?”
Jubin let out a short burst of laughter.
“Yeah, he was… moderately small.”
Zion couldn’t fathom how someone so small could have hurt him. More than that, he was jealous of how politely Jubin spoke of his ex.
Zion pulled him closer into his embrace, stroking the back of his head as he asked, “Do I fill you up?”
“Yes.”
The answer came without hesitation, followed by a soft, “It’s almost too much.”
I don’t want to hurt him. Zion couldn’t shake the worry.
“Should I pull out?”
“I don’t want to. This is more than enough.”
His warm hand gently stroked Zion’s back. Jubin’s breath came steady and content, as if he couldn’t ask for anything more. The tenderness of his touch made Zion’s heart ache with affection.
“Your back… it’s so broad.”
As Zion lay there, simply receiving the soothing strokes, a sudden wave of anxiety washed over him. What if he doesn’t remember this moment?
Zion hugged him so tight it was suffocating. Jubin let out a sharp, shaky breath.
“Don’t push it in… there’s no more room.”
With his lower body completely filled, the only place left was his lips. Zion pressed his own against Jubin’s.
Jubin welcomed him eagerly, peppering him with kisses. Cha Jubin, you’re so damn beautiful.
“Why is everything you touch so sweet, Senior?”
“Because of the brownies you gave me?”
He teased, deliberately pushing his tongue into Zion’s mouth. Jubin seemed to cater to his every whim, anticipating his needs and paying attention to every detail. It felt as if he was completely devoted to Zion. The deep, lingering kiss left Zion on the verge of bursting below.
“Senior.”
Zion pulled his lips away slightly and called out.
“Yes, Zion?”
His eyes curved into a smile, his expression so tender and accommodating that Zion’s heart ached.
“You’ll remember what happened today, right?”
“Hmm…”
Jubin looked down, as if gathering his thoughts, before adding, “Yes, I’ll remember.”
It sounded like a vow he was making to himself.
Soon, Jubin tightened his muscles around Zion’s length, and Zion reached his limit. Sensing Zion’s desperation, Jubin asked gently, “…Shall we?”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Just a moment,” Jubin murmured, slowly lowering his hips to create some space. His entrance gradually yielded, partially expelling Zion’s swollen cock.
“It’s okay. You can move.”
The moment permission was granted, Zion’s body reacted as if a starting buzzer had just gone off. A primal urge seized him, a single-minded obsession to keep repeating the simple act of pulling out and thrusting back in.
Suddenly, Jubin gasped, his arms wrapping desperately around Zion’s neck. Zion had no time to check if it was pleasure or pain; his own cock was clamped tight by Jubin’s inner walls, refusing to let go.
A low groan escaped Zion’s lips as the intense pressure drove him to thrust deeper, more frantically.
The drenched interior surged with every pass.
If he’d just grip me a little less, I might be able to keep my head, Zion thought. But the inner walls clung to him mercilessly—tightening as he pulled out, squeezing as he pushed back in—forcing him to chase the stimulation even harder.
He tilted his pelvis up, tensed the tip of his cock, and dragged it upward from bottom to top.
“Ugh…!!”
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