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Chapter 41: Eat and Run
by GideonAn uncontrollable moan escaped Jubin’s lips.
“Haa… can you feel it? You’re chasing me, trying to get closer…”
As Zion drove himself inside in one deep, forceful thrust, Jubin’s body trembled violently from the sheer impact.
“What should I do? I can’t stop.”
“Yes… keep going. Don’t stop…”
Jubin, seemingly determined to endure it, didn’t try to stop Zion. Instead, he urged him on.
“Scream if it hurts.”
“Haa, ugh…!”
“And scream if it feels good, too.”
Zion hit something blunt and hard at the very tip.
“Ah…! Right there…!”
Jubin shrieked, his body convulsing.
“Here?”
As Zion focused his thrusts on that exact spot, Jubin’s body jolted as if he’d been struck by lightning, his cock straining hard.
Jubin’s rock-hard cock swayed with the rhythm of their movements. Looking at Jubin held fast in his arms, Zion felt his mind spiraling out of control.
“Sunbae…”
Zion’s voice was a low, husky rasp as he gritted his teeth.
“I can’t stop now. Just bear with it, even if it hurts.”
Any desire to hold back had vanished. All that mattered now was fucking him.
He drove himself into Jubin’s soaking-wet heat, and with every thrust, a torrent of slick gushed out like a wide-open faucet. The friction made the already swollen, sensitized membranes cling even more cloyingly. This was a pleasure beyond comparison to the initial pressure of their first time.
The harder Zion thrust upward, using the strength of his core and thighs, the more Jubin gasped in feverish pleasure.
Though Jubin wasn’t used to such rough penetration, he took it all, holding his own against the onslaught. He even moved his hips in sync with Zion’s pace, meeting every thrust.
“Fuck, seriously…”
I’m losing my mind. No wonder guys who’ve slept with Jubin once can’t get away from him.
“Hngh, ah! Ha, ah…! Ah…!”
Because he’s just this fucking good at sex.
Zion knew he had to accept it—the difference in experience was just too vast—but it still made his stomach churn with jealousy.
“Seriously. How can your body be this… fucking slutty?”
The sight of Jubin sobbing beneath him felt too surreal to be real. It was like he could vanish without a trace at any moment, just like he had six years ago.
All Zion could do was dwell on the filthy thought of using his tongue to thoroughly melt Jubin’s hole open next time, sucking it dry until he was satisfied.
“…Good, so good…! Zion, right there…”
Even under this merciless assault, Jubin trembled and sobbed. His eyes, locked onto Zion’s, were hazy and blown wide with pleasure.
“Haah, ugh…”
Zion went wild, throwing finesse, skill, and restraint to the wind.
“Zion…”
Jubin managed to get the name out, his voice a soft, desperate plea.
“A little… lower…”
Who makes a request like that? Zion wondered, his mind racing. Who asks for something so gently?
He paused, his hips locked in place. “Haah, like this?”
“Yeah… just like that.”
Zion lowered his hips, angling himself as horizontally as possible. Jubin let out a stifled groan and pulled Zion into a tight embrace.
“Haah… a little shallower…”
Shallower. The command was processed and executed instantly.
“…Hngh, you’re doing great.”
The praise came without hesitation. As Zion lowered his hips and adjusted his tempo, thrusting shallowly just as requested, he realized something.
Mindless pounding wasn’t the answer. He needed to be in sync with Jubin.
“Sorry, did that hurt?”
Jubin shook his head slightly.
“You… did such a good job prepping me before you went in.”
Jubin’s breathless voice soothed Zion’s roughened temper and his explosive arousal.
“I’m barely… holding back right now.”
Jubin was focusing all his heart and soul on controlling Zion. As expected, his experience made him steady and composed.
On the other hand, Zion realized too late that Jubin’s inner walls were scorching hot from going too hard right from the start.
“Sunbae, you’re… inside…”
“Yeah, it’s hot, isn’t it?”
Jubin tightened his muscles around him seductively. Zion nodded, struggling to suppress his taut sexual desire.
“…Don’t squeeze too hard.”
“I can’t help it. I like you too much.”
Did he know? How much those words—I like you—affected Zion.
“Are all of those confessions?”
What are his true feelings? Jubin wondered. After hearing him say he liked him over and over again, he couldn’t help but hold onto hope, his expectations soaring.
“Yes. They’re confessions filled with affection.”
“Can you tell me you like me when you’re sober, too?”
Jubin wrapped his arms around Zion’s neck, whispering into his ear.
“I can do that when we’re alone.”
A short, ragged gasp caught in Jubin’s throat. Is he trying to give me a heart attack? He couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his face. He was so happy he felt like he was floating.
“Sunbae, promise me. Promise you won’t run away after we wake up.”
Yes, I should have made him promise this from the very beginning. Whether he remembered this or not was a problem for later. The only thing that mattered was that he wouldn’t run away after seeing him.
I can’t let history repeat itself.
“You want to keep sleeping with me, don’t you?”
Zion thrust shallowly into Jubin’s heat, his movements steady and deliberate, urging him on. His red lips parted slowly.
“…I want to fuck.”
“Then, when you wake up, you have to be right here beside me.”
Jubin blinked, licking his lips as if to say, Why are you making such a big deal out of this?
“When you need pheromones, come to me. When you’re feeling down on a rainy day, come to me. On the good days, you can ask to fuck me whenever you want.”
Zion continued to drive into him at a measured pace, his words relentless and demanding.
“Just don’t run away.”
Jubin seemed to need a moment to process everything, his expression thoughtful. Finally, he nodded.
“Okay. I won’t run.”
“And you have to remember today.”
“Yeah. I’ll remember.”
Only after securing these promises did Zion finally put all his strength into his core.
The wet, slapping sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, thick and heavy. Their bodies remained locked in a frantic, disheveled embrace.
Jubin’s body was perfectly attuned to pleasing an Alpha, and even Zion, a Dominant Alpha of immense strength, was utterly lost in the sensation of their union. Desperate to savor every moment, Zion drove himself deeper, ruthlessly churning through Jubin’s inner walls.
The release—a knotting that served as a mark to ensure Jubin would never forget him—finally erupted long after the peak. Jubin, who had been holding back, came at the same moment.
As Jubin collapsed into a deep sleep, Zion tenderly took charge of the cleanup. While tending to his body, he noticed the deep purple bruises on Jubin’s knees and arms.
“…Look at this,” Zion sighed heavily. “You endured the pain without saying a word.”
He immediately began searching for a 24-hour pharmacy.
He looked up a few nearby spots for a hangover meal, just in case Jubin’s stomach was still unsettled. He even double-checked if they delivered, knowing Jubin might not want to leave the house.
If Jubin woke up, smiled, and called his name with a simple “thank you,” that would be enough. Of course, it would be even better if Jubin said he liked him and allowed some affectionate skinship—the kind they shared during sex—but he knew he was still far from expecting that much.
For now, he was just happy they’d successfully slept together. More importantly, Jubin had finally broken the fucked-up dynamic of their senior-junior relationship on his own.
Jubin was the type to show unwavering devotion to his sex partner. Unless he decided to jump ship, it meant he would never fuck another guy or sleep with another woman.
That level of specialness was enough. After all, it meant he would be the only one receiving Jubin’s affection and attention.
If I just keep him as my sex partner and never let him go, maybe he’ll stay by my side forever…
Zion carefully wiped Jubin’s body with a warm, damp towel, then tucked the blanket up to his chin, worried he might catch a cold.
The room was thick with their mingled pheromones, so Zion opened the window to let some fresh air in. He knew Jubin was particularly sensitive to his pheromones, and he didn’t want him to wake up feeling nauseous or guilt-ridden.
The rain had just stopped, and the lingering humidity seemed to intensify the scent of Jubin’s pheromones.
“Your pheromones smell like the rain, Sunbae.”
Jubin’s pheromones had always felt special to Zion.
They were there, yet they seemed to hide, just like his personality. He didn’t realize that the more he tried to conceal them, the more they drew Zion’s gaze. His pheromones were never meant to be hidden.
“Mmm…”
Jubin rustled, burrowing deeper into the blankets as if cold. Zion reached out and pulled him into a tight embrace.
The steady thrum of Jubin’s heartbeat against his ear filled Zion with a profound sense of contentment, one that words could never fully capture. Finding Jubin’s soft rustling adorable, Zion pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.
My lovely senior. My Omega. My person. From the moment we met, he was my everything, my entire universe.
“I love you, Jubin. I truly do.”
Zion stayed up all night, savoring the dreamlike evening. Booking this hotel—conveniently close to his morning magazine shoot—had been a stroke of genius.
He woke up before Jubin could fully stir and headed out to buy some hangover relief and medication.
He’d already packed his suitcase and stowed it in the trunk for his morning schedule. After stopping at a pharmacy, he decided to grab some haejangguk for breakfast. After waiting for his takeout order, he returned to the hotel room only to find…
Thank you for helping the guest. This is a token of my gratitude. Have a wonderful day.
A thick stack of cash sat on the table next to the note. Thank you is one thing, but what’s with the money? It wasn’t a small amount, either.
“Ha… He just stripped me bare and ran off with the loot…”
Zion dragged a hand over his face, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous, manic light.
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