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Chapter 130: Rut
by GideonThe scent was thick and heavy, scratching at the back of his throat and nose. Even the doorknob to the master bedroom felt warm, as if Zion’s pheromones had heated it.
“Sorry, I’m coming in.”
Jubin apologized, his voice laced with worry, as he pushed the door open.
The moment it swung open, the pheromones that had settled silently in the room seemed to crawl across the floor, filling the space from the ground up. This was the first time Jubin had encountered them so directly. Each breath stung his throat, and his eyes prickled.
A Dominant Alpha’s rut.
Jubin inhaled slowly, trying to absorb Zion’s pheromones into his own body.
The scent flooded his system through the mucous membranes of his nose and mouth. Once deep in his lungs, the pheromones raced through his veins, striking his frontal lobe and igniting an overwhelming surge of desire.
“Ugh…”
In response to the powerful Alpha’s rut, Jubin’s own pheromones, which had been stable just moments before, began to fluctuate wildly.
Jubin’s legs gave out, and he collapsed, still clutching the doorknob.
His brain screamed for Zion’s thick, heavy pheromones. As if reaching him had become his most urgent priority, Jubin gasped for breath, dragging his body across the floor, crawling desperately toward Zion.
Even the slightest movement sent jolts of overstimulation through his entire body, making him twitch as if convulsing. Driven by a primal need to touch Zion, he managed to reach the edge of the bed where the other man lay.
Drowning in heat, Jubin curled his body halfway into a ball and struggled to lift his head. He saw Zion, completely buried under the covers.
“Zion…”
He craved the pheromones of his imprinted mate like air.
“Look at me.”
Jubin’s hand trembled as he gripped the edge of the blanket and pulled it down.
As the covers fell away, Zion’s face was revealed, flushed with heat.
His hair was a mess, his cheeks flushed a faint red, and a fine sheen of sweat coated his forehead. The disheveled sight was undeniably erotic.
“Hyung, hold me.”
Jubin opened his arms wide. Zion, his breath coming in ragged gasps, bent his waist. He reached out, supporting Jubin’s back firmly with one arm while the other hooked under the crook of his knees, lifting him with practiced ease.
Jubin smiled, rubbing his cheek against Zion’s, which felt much hotter than his own.
“Thank you.”
“Ha… You shouldn’t be thanking me. You’re on the verge of going into heat because of me.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Do you really want to go through that again? For ten whole days?”
Jubin nodded, a faint, innocent smile on his lips. It was the defenseless smile of someone completely undone by pheromones.
“I have you. It’s okay.”
“…You might get pregnant.”
“Yeah, I know. I want to.”
Despite Jubin’s unwavering answer, Zion still hesitated, his hand only stroking Jubin’s back.
“I’ve got dozens of scripts piled up, Hyung. My next project… I’m going to have a gap in my schedule.”
He traced the tip of his tongue over an old scar on Zion’s arm. Though the wound had long since healed, the sensation was still strange and rough. He licked it suggestively, goading Zion on.
“You said you’d take full responsibility for the childcare. I’ll leave the baby with you and go to the shoot without a worry in the world.”
The arm wrapped around him tightened its hold.
“Make sure you pick a baby that looks just like you, Hyung.”
Zion let out a deep sigh.
“Yeah, don’t use a condom this time. Got it?”
Zion already knew.
He knew Jubin was out of his mind, driven by the Heat that had struck him because of Zion’s powerful pheromones.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you all you want.”
Still, they had promised to spend his Heat and Rut together.
Foreplay wasn’t strictly necessary in this situation, but he wanted to convey his love for Jubin, just like he always did.
Zion began by slowly undressing him, starting with a kiss.
The sweet, tangled kiss was far from enough to convey the full depth of his feelings for Jubin. To fill the void, Zion pushed his tongue deep into Jubin’s mouth, moving it with explicit intent. He swept over Jubin’s hard teeth and the soft, warm mucous membrane behind them before biting and sucking his lower lip hard, then finally letting go.
“Zion, something’s missing…”
“If it’s missing, we have to fill it.”
Zion’s lips trailed down his neck and chest, passing over his abs to suckle the intimate area between his legs.
Jubin bolted upright, practically leaping off the bed.
“No, that’s not what I meant!”
He meant for Zion to just put it in already, but Zion instead pushed his tongue into Jubin’s tightly closed hole, sucking on it as if he were kissing him.
The warmth of Zion’s tongue was felt so vividly that Jubin covered his face with both hands and groaned.
“Hnn… Zion.”
Lately, Zion had taken a perverse pleasure in using his tongue and lips on Jubin’s backside. He claimed it helped Jubin loosen up faster—though that was just his excuse.
As Zion’s sharp nose pressed against the space below his testicles, licking all the way down to his perineum, Jubin found this almost more unbearable than the actual penetration.
“Enough, stop it. That’s enough.”
Jubin tried to stop him, feeling sufficiently loosened, but Zion only gripped his thighs tighter and stimulated him even more intensely.
“Hngh!”
As On bit down on him, his teeth sinking in as if he were taking a light bite of fruit, a wave of pleasure shot up Jubin’s spine.
At the same time, Jubin arched his back, his lower abdomen and inner thighs tensing tight.
The tightly closed folds of his entrance had melted completely open, allowing the saliva On had pushed inside to mix with the slickness already flowing out.
“On… that’s enough. Stop now.”
“Hyung, you’re extra sweet today.”
“…I’m not a piece of fruit.”
Jubin murmured softly, his face still buried in his arms.
“But you really are. It’s a shame I can’t tell you to taste it.”
“Ha… Just put it in already.”
If he let On keep going, he was sure he’d come before they even got to the actual penetration.
Jubin didn’t want to cum before Zion did. He knew he’d run out of stamina if he did, so he needed to hold on.
“Are you sure you don’t need any more prep?” Zion asked softly.
“It’s plenty,” Jubin nodded repeatedly. He’d rather Zion just go ahead and put it in than keep playing with him down there.
“I think we need more prep today. I don’t think it’ll fit.”
“No, just put it in. It’ll loosen up once you’re inside.”
“I’m not falling for that, even if you’re rushing me. Did you forget? We’re playing for ten whole days.”
Ah, I forgot.
As if wanting to savor the moment, Zion propped a pillow under Jubin’s hips and slid two fingers inside his folds.
“Take this in slowly. I’ll take care of everything.”
“Hngh…”
His thorough preparation of the entrance had left Jubin’s body so sensitive that his hips trembled and arched uncontrollably. The surge of pleasure was so intense he couldn’t even keep his mouth closed, gritting his teeth against the sensation.
“Why is your hole always so tight?”
Then, his fingertips ruthlessly pressed into his most sensitive spot.
“Ah…! Ngh.”
Jubin’s spine curved, his head lolling back. The overwhelming stimulation stole his breath, leaving it to scatter in the air.
“You’re so responsive today.”
He chuckled, his index finger slowly rubbing the area around Jubin’s perineum.
“Ugh… I-I love it…”
Jubin gasped, reacting purely on instinct. A tingling numbness spread from his fingertips…
He reflexively gripped the sheets, bunching the fabric in his fists.
“This spot is so soft. It’s practically melted, just like your lips.”
Jubin trembled violently at even the slightest touch.
“You know it puffs up cutely here when you’re in heat, right?”
How could he possibly know? He was always out of his mind during his heats. Jubin shook his head, gasping for air.
“I-I don’t know…”
“Ah, so you didn’t know.”
The man pressed his fingertip firmly into the swollen flesh. A wave of agonizing pleasure shot up Jubin’s spine, and in an instant, his entire body was drenched in sweat and arousal.
In desperation, he clenched his lower body tight.
“It’s a flood down there, isn’t it?”
Jubin knew it too.
He had entered a heat even more intense than his first. His body shook uncontrollably with pleasure, his mind already a chaotic mess.
“Is it that hard for you?”
He leaned down, his voice dripping with feigned concern.
“Are you really drooling this much?”
Zion’s tongue licked up Jubin’s chin.
“…Yes, a little,” Jubin answered in a small voice, his breath coming in rough, ragged gasps. The way Zion kept pressing against the same spot was pure torture.
Jubin looked up at him with desperate eyes, pleading.
“Zion, just… just put it in.”
It feels like there’s a ball of fire in my stomach. The heat spreading through my whole body is seeping deep into my brain, making me go crazy…
“…Hyung… I’m struggling a bit…”
Jubin reached out with trembling fingertips, begging him. He sobbed silently, feeling like he would die if Zion didn’t enter him right this second.
Physiological tears slid down his cheeks.
“Haah… Are you crying? Because you want it inside?”
Zion frowned, his expression twisted with a mix of desire and frustration as he ruthlessly rubbed the head of his cock against Jubin’s swollen flesh.
“Ah, ah! Hngh!”
The blunt head of his cock mercilessly stimulated the hypersensitive area.
“Just hold on a little longer. I’ll put it in soon.”
“…Mm-hmm,” Jubin whimpered, his voice a soft murmur as he swelled with anticipation.
Thwack, thwack, thwack. The fast friction rubbed against the delicate folds of skin. The wrinkled area had become excessively hot, drenched in a mixture of slick lubricant and the fluids pouring from his wet inner walls.
“Relax.”
During a heat, his senses were already magnified several times over. Now, with Zion’s pheromones flooding his system, Jubin couldn’t help but writhe the moment the head of Zion’s cock began to stretch him open.
“Haah, O-On… Ah. It hurts.”
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