Chapter 74: Chapter 74

Ohm

I sat up, shrugging even though my chest felt tight. “You keep taking the money, Sunoo. Don’t act all shocked. And yeah, I need help. Right now. You know the drill.”

He slammed the door behind him, kicking off his shoes. “Because I need it for my extravagant life, okay? Rent, clothes, the whole thing. But I still like you, you giant Thai jerk. You only see me when you’re desperate. People would wonder if I’m special or something.”

“You’re not special,” I snapped back, standing up and grabbing his wrist. “Not like that. You’re built like him, that’s all. Same height, same shoulders, same ass. Makes it easier to pretend. And you’re a beta… nobody knows because everybody in this stupid country loves to hide their status like it’s a crime. Happy now? I don’t need the feelings talk. I need you to shut up and help.”

Sunoo’s eyes flashed but he didn’t pull away. “Fine. Whatever. Pay me double this time for the attitude.” Then he stepped in, hands sliding up my chest, mouth crashing against mine hard. He kissed like he was mad and horny at the same time, biting my bottom lip, then moving to my neck, teeth scraping the skin right over my pulse while his fingers yanked my shirt up. He sucked a mark right there, tongue hot and wet, then another lower, hands roaming down to palm my dick through the sweats again. “You’re still hard as hell,” he muttered against my skin. “Pathetic.”

I groaned, pushing into his hand. “Just keep going. Neck again…..yeah, like that.” He did, biting harder, teeth sinking in enough to make my skin sting in the best way. One hand slipped right inside my sweats, fingers wrapping around me slow and tight, stroking like he knew exactly how to make me lose it. The other hand found my nipple, twisted it sharp, pinched until I hissed through my teeth and my whole body jerked. Foreplay with Sunoo was never soft, never sweet. It was rough and fast and messy, the way he liked to prove he could handle me even when I was being an asshole. His mouth was everywhere at once, sucking dark marks down my chest, tongue dragging hot trails over my skin. Teeth grazed my abs, not gentle, just enough bite to make me grunt. His fingers dug into my hips hard, pulling me closer while he ground his own hard-on against my thigh, rubbing like he was chasing something too.

He dropped to his knees after maybe a minute, no warning, just yanked my sweats down to my ankles in one rough tug. Then he took me in his mouth, all the way, hot and wet and so fucking perfect I almost forgot how to breathe. He sucked hard, tongue swirling around the head in slow, filthy circles, cheeks hollowing out while his hand pumped the base in perfect rhythm. Every slide of his lips made my knees weak. I could feel the spit dripping down, slicking everything up, and the sounds, those wet, sloppy, loud filled the whole room.

I liked it. Fuck, I liked it way too much. My head fell back, eyes squeezing shut, hips bucking forward a little on instinct, chasing that heat. My fingers tangled in his hair, not pulling, just holding on because if I let go I might fall over. He hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine, and for a second I almost forgot everything else. Almost.

Then the idiot got cocky. Scraped his teeth on the way up, not hard, but just enough to catch the sensitive spot under the head. Pain flared sharp and sudden. I gasped, jerked away fast, dick slipping out with a wet pop.

“Ow….watch it, Sunoo! What the hell, you trying to bite it off?”

He pulled back completely, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and glared up at me like I was the one who started it. Lips shiny, cheeks flushed, eyes narrowed. “You’re the one moaning someone else’s name already, asshole. Don’t complain about my technique when you’re the one pretending I’m Junnie or whatever the fuck you were moaning.”

I didn’t even answer. Just grabbed his shoulders, spun him around so fast he stumbled, and shoved him face-down over the edge of the bed. His chest hit the mattress, ass up, legs scrambling for balance. “Shut up.” My hand came down hard, crack right across one cheek, then the other, loud smacks that echoed. Red bloomed fast under my palm. He yelped, cursed, tried to twist away, but I pinned him with my other hand between his shoulder blades.

“You take my money, you take this.” I spat straight into my palm, mixed it with the spit still slick on my fingers from his mouth earlier, and shoved two fingers into his hole rough, no warning, no lube except what we already had. He was a tight beta, too tight for a whore, clenching hard around me even as his body arched. He moaned my name loud…. “Ohm, fuck, Ohm”…. voice cracking on the second syllable. But I was gone. Eyes closed, head somewhere else. I pictured Ye Jun’s face instead, those full lips parted, eyes half-shut, moaning my name the way Sunoo just did. Low under my breath I let it slip out again. “Ye Jun… yeah, just like that, Ye Jun…”

Sunoo twisted his head to the side, neck straining, glaring back at me even while his hips pushed back onto my fingers. “Stop saying that stupid name! It’s rude and gross and…. ah…. stop it, you dick!”

I didn’t stop. My free hand slid around, found his nipple, twisted it hard, pinched and rolled until he whined high in his throat. Fingers scissored deeper inside him, stretching, curling, hitting that spot that made his whole body shake. “I’ll pay you triple for it, how about that?” My voice came out raw, almost yelling over the wet sounds of my fingers moving. “I wonder if Ye Jun’s are this pretty fuck, bet they are. Bet they’re softer, pinker, sensitive as hell.” I leaned down fast, sucked the nipple I was abusing into my mouth, tongue flicking quick and mean, teeth grazing just enough to make him squirm harder. He gasped, cursed again, hips jerking like he couldn’t decide if he wanted more or less.

He was panting now, chest heaving against the sheets, pushing back onto my fingers even while he kept bitching through gritted teeth. “Ohm, either fuck me or let me go… stop using me like a goddamn replacement! Make up your mind, you selfish prick!”

I didn’t answer right away. Just stared at his ass, fingers still pumping slow and deep, obsessively tracing the curve of it, the way the muscle flexed every time he clenched. Red handprints glowed bright against his skin. I tried so hard to picture it exactly like Ye Jun’s would look maybe rounder, maybe softer, maybe sweeter, the way his jeans hugged him earlier tonight when he walked away from the restaurant. My brain kept swapping them, overlaying Ye Jun’s body on Sunoo’s, and every time it did my dick throbbed harder against my thigh. I was so hard again it hurt, leaking, aching, but my head was a mess. Full of Ye Jun. Always Ye Jun.

Part of me wanted to just flip Sunoo over, sink in, chase the relief. Another part the bigger, louder part knew it wouldn’t be enough.

Knew it would feel empty the second it was over because it wasn’t him. Sunoo was close enough in build, close enough in the way he moved, close enough to trick my body for a minute. But my brain wouldn’t shut up. Wouldn’t let me pretend fully. I kept seeing Ye Jun’s laugh from dinner, the way his eyes crinkled, the way his scent lingered on my shirt even now. And then I’d look down at Sunoo, ass up, moaning and cursing and pushing back like he hated me and needed me at the same time, and I felt like shit. Like the biggest asshole alive.

Still, my fingers didn’t stop moving. Still, my dick twitched every time Sunoo said my name. Still, I couldn’t pull away. Too broken, too obsessed, too fucking stuck on a guy who probably had no idea how deep this went for me. I didn’t know if I even wanted to fuck Sunoo that bad anymore or if I was just too far gone to stop. My head was spinning, body screaming yes, heart yelling Ye Jun over and over like a broken record.

And I just stood there, fingers buried deep, staring, wondering which one was winning.

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