Without any sign of surprise, Director Yeon looked at the Omega who had suddenly appeared and spoke in a kind tone.
“You weren’t asleep?”
“Yes.”
It seemed Director Yeon had noticed his presence from the moment he left the bedroom. Jung Heeyeon hesitated for a moment before sitting down beside him. Director Yeon tilted his head slightly, resting his cheek on his palm. The cigarette nestled between his fingers was juxtaposed against the sharp scars on his hand, creating an oddly striking image. Captivated, Jung Heeyeon fidgeted with his hands before speaking.
“Director, who did you meet today?”
At the direct question, Director Yeon responded with a faint smile. As his lips curled upward, the cigarette shifted slightly between his fingers. There was no way he could openly say he had met Lee Yootae.
“Are you curious?”
“Yes.”
“But I’m not going to tell you.”
Jung Heeyeon’s expression quickly turned sullen.
“Why not…?”
“Since you drank with someone other than me first, Heeyeon.”
Director Yeon replied, his excuse so thin it could hardly be called one. Jung Heeyeon blinked a few times before lowering his gaze. He could have asked what that had to do with anything, but instead, he seemed to accept it, thinking it was reasonable given that he had broken his promise. As Director Yeon debated whether to just give someone else’s name, the omega suddenly perked up and spoke again, his mood shifting as though he hadn’t just been sulking.
“Director.”
“Yeah, Heeyeon?”
“I want a peck.”
Jung Heeyeon looked directly at Director Yeon as he said it. He was upset that the director wouldn’t tell him who he had met, but he thought a peck might lift his spirits. It was partly an impulsive desire.
“Do you want me to give you a peck?”
Director Yeon removed his hand from his cheek and straightened his posture as he asked in a languid tone. The cigarette spun idly between his fingers, a habitual movement. The sensation of gripping a knife still lingered in his fingertips—shadowy urges, faint pleasure, and a thin line between exhilaration and violence. These were dangerous sensations to feel in front of an omega wishing for a peck.
“No.”
Jung Heeyeon shook his head.
“No?”
“I want to do it.”
At the bold continuation of Jung Heeyeon’s words, Director Yeon’s lips curled into a smile. The adrenaline from having seen blood earlier still surged through him. Though he had taken suppressants, he couldn’t completely dismiss the risks. Of course, a mere peck wouldn’t lead to danger—but still.
“Go ahead, give me a peck.”
After a moment of hesitation, Jung Heeyeon rose from his seat and approached Director Yeon. Since the man was sitting, their height didn’t align, so Jung Heeyeon had to kneel on one knee on the sofa. Unsure of what to do, he placed his hands on Director Yeon’s shoulders.
The overly serious stance for someone about to give a leck made Director Yeon chuckle. Jung Heeyeon, unaware of the reason for the laugh, simply looked confused. Noticing that, the man tapped his own lips with a finger, as if encouraging him to proceed.
Mimicking what Director Yeon had done to him earlier that day, Jung Heeyeon pressed his lips briefly against the man’s and then pulled away, producing a soft smacking sound. Feeling a vague sense of dissatisfaction, he didn’t retreat entirely but instead hovered just close enough that their noses almost touched.
“…”
A memory of the faint scent of cigarettes lingering from before came to his mind. Director Yeon hadn’t smoked tonight, had he? Or had he smoked before coming back? Acting on pure curiosity, Jung Heeyeon lowered his head and licked Director Yeon’s lips, as if searching for traces of tobacco. His movements were careful and deliberate.
“Heeyeon.”
Director Yeon let out a low chuckle. Hearing his name, Jung Heeyeon quickly pulled his lips back.
“Yes?”
“That’s not a peck.”
Was licking against the norm? Jung Heeyeon, still holding onto Director Yeon’s shoulders, only slightly parted his lips. Their faces were so close that they could see their reflections in each other’s eyes.
“Then what is it?”
“A kiss.”
So licking the lips would count as a kiss, Jung Heeyeon thought. Nodding as though he understood, he declared with conviction.
“Then I want to kiss you.”
He leaned forward again and licked Director Yeon’s lips. The man responded by wrapping an arm around the omega’s waist with the hand that had been holding the cigarette. Like a puppy, Director Yeon thought to himself.
“Heeyeon, do you like kissing?”
Director Yeon teased. Blinking in confusion, Jung Heeyeon failed to grasp the playful tone and answered earnestly.
“Pardon? Yes.”
“Our baby likes physical affection so much, this is a problem.”
Jung Heeyeon paused, genuinely reflecting on whether he liked physical affection.
“I don’t think I like it that much…”
“Hmmm, you don’t?”
Assuming Jung Heeyeon was denying it because he didn’t want to be teased, Director Yeon let out a soft laugh and gently patted him.
“No. I don’t think I’d like it with someone else… But I like it with you, Director…”
The soft laughter instantly faded. Director Yeon’s face hardened, his warm smile vanishing as a sharp, predatory look took its place.
“…Heeyeon.”
The cigarette between Director Yeon’s fingers snapped in a single, careless motion.
“Open your mouth.”
Jung Heeyeon felt puzzled, but he obediently parted his lips.
“Stick out your tongue.”
Once again, he followed the command obediently, poking out a small, pink tongue between his white teeth.
“Our Heeyeon, really…”
Director Yeon whispered tenderly as he pulled Jung Heeyeon fully into his arms. The omega, who had been balancing precariously on one knee, collapsed easily against him.
“Even your tongue is so small. What should we do?”
In a swift movement, their lips met. The tongue Jung Heeyeon had timidly extended was soon pressed and tangled with Director Yeon’s. Startled, Jung Heeyeon’s eyes widened, his gaze fixed on the older man, who smiled even as their lips remained locked.
“Mmh!”
Director Yeon let the broken cigarette fall to the floor and reached out to steady Jung Heeyeon. He then pulled the other onto his lap just as he had in the car earlier. After gently pressing down on the small tongue, he pulled back, taking in the sight of Jung Heeyeon’s fluttering lashes and flustered expression.
“Heeyeon, should we stop?”
Director Yeon’s voice and expression were gentle, but the veins bulging on the back of his hand betrayed that. Jung Heeyeon fidgeted, his fingers still gripping the Alpha’s shoulders and his lips parting open.
“Was that… a kiss?”
“Yeah, that’s a kiss.”
“Director, I want to kiss you…”
The man lowered his head and licked Jung Heeyeon’s lips. At the same time, the suit and shirt crumpled helplessly in Jung Heeyeon’s grip. Recalling the earlier instruction to open his mouth and stick out his tongue, Jung Heeyeon slowly parted his lips. Before he could extend his tongue, the hot muscle of the man’s tongue pushed into his mouth without hesitation.
“Mmfph.”
Startled, Jung Heeyeon trembled, and Director Yeon stroked his hair soothingly. The gentleness of the motion sharply contrasted with the dominance of the tongue exploring his mouth. Jung Heeyeon barely managed to catch his breath. Never in his life had he imagined another person’s body invading his own in this way.
The tongue inside his mouth swept over areas he had never been consciously aware of before, licking every tender spot. When it slid along the soft inner lining of his cheeks, chills ran down his spine, and his nerves prickled sharply. As his shoulders trembled involuntarily, he could feel Director Yeon chuckling. Instead of stopping, the man tilted his tongue to scrape against the roof of Jung Heeyeon’s mouth.
“Ah… uhmm…”
The instant the roof of his mouth was grazed, a soft moan escaped. Jung Heeyeon curled his toes, struggling to endure the overwhelming sensations pounding through his body. His hands, which had been gripping Director Yeon’s shoulders, slipped downward, clutching tightly onto the hem of the man’s taut shirt as though it were a lifeline.
Director Yeon, fully aware of Jung Heeyeon’s breathless gasps, didn’t relent. Instead, his movements grew even more aggressive, sucking on Jung Heeyeon’s tongue with fervor. His desire of smoking was replaced with another desire, erupting and causing his actions to become rougher. With one hand gripping the back of Jung Heeyeon’s head, Director Yeon tilted his own head, swallowing the younger man’s continuous faint whimpers as they escaped.
The hand that had been wrapped around Jung Heeyeon’s waist slipped beneath the navy pajamas he was wearing. The touch was persistent, intimate, and deliberate. The large, rough hand stroked Jung Heeyeon’s back slowly, trailing along his spine under the thin layer of skin. Each touch made the smaller body in the man’s arms flinch and shudder.
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