The S+ Class Omega Takes Over Again [BL] Chapter 27: This is what I meant by keeping Yoon Seoyul in b

The thought brushed past his mind, tempting, but he dismissed it just as quickly. He didn’t want to wake Yoon Seoyul for such a reason. Yesterday he must’ve done everything by himself—carrying him ho, washing the blood and filth off his body, down to clothing him in his pajamas. Was he also shedding tears while doing all that? Although Cheon Areum couldn’t imagine it very well, it might be sowhat what had truly happened.

"How scared are you of losing ? You’re also just a fool in love, aren’t you, huh..."

Failing to hold back, Cheon Areum fell into a kiss instantaneously, prying open the slack mouth with his tongue. Had it been any other day, Yoon Seoyul would be awake by now, but seeing him still fast asleep, Cheon Areum grew bold. His hand road down Yoon Seoyul’s neck. Getting on top of Yoon Seoyul, he kissed him to his liking with no signs of stopping. He moved back only after an unknown period of ti had passed.

Even in sleep, a faint blush tinged Yoon Seoyul’s cheeks, just beneath his eyes. Cheon Areum couldn’t resist. He kissed him again... and again... each press of his lips slower, softer, daring, trying to lull his own restlessness with the warmth of Yoon Seoyul beneath him.

Fuck, I really hit the jackpot with him.

Marrying the ultimate main character from the entire cast was one thing, but getting lucky with a good partner at that too. Cheon Areum scoffed, feeling proud of himself for landing a good one.

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"Areum... what about breakfast? Are you not hungry? You have to eat before your energy drops too low."

"I don’t need to. I have a lot of energy to spare."

Yoon Seoyul attempted to get up from the bed but was blocked by Cheon Areum yet again, who was a weight on him that couldn’t be removed—literally lying on top of him to hinder him from leaving the bed.

"Then what about the check-up? Should we not go to the hospital either?"

"Is my sleep not important to you?"

"But you’re not sleeping..."

That’s right—he’s not. Cheon Areum had been awake all this ti, pretending to be asleep in the hopes that he might actually be able to sleep. Those energy boosters were probably the sa as him downing fifty cans of energy drinks that tasted like dicine too. He was even brimming with energy; he could start his own farm, plow the land, and distribute the seeds himself right now.

"This setup isn’t that bad."

"Are you really comfortable like this?"

"You’re worried about putting pressure on my abdon again, aren’t you? Well, guess what—the baby cannot complain right now, so you don’t get to either."

Sprawled over Yoon Seoyul, he shalessly ran his hands over him whilst continuously using his energy. Taking advantage of the fact that he had an abundance of it, he started his search again. If more S-Class gates were to appear, how many of them could he or Yoon Seoyul take? At so point they’d need this new S Class to either show their face and say it out loud that they were a good-for-nothing or take their share of beatings. If he found out that this new individual was just ssing around with their abilities instead of doing anything useful, he was just going to tie the new awakener with restraints and kick him off a cliff.

"Areum..."

"Don’t whine to . Do you hate my touch now?"

Grumbling grumpily, Cheon Areum only noticed after finishing his words that his hand had gone down too much in between Yoon Seoyul’s legs. He guiltily recalled his hand from poking there, seeing Yoon Seoyul cover his eyes with his arm, blushing like a maiden.

"...."

Though the clasp on his waist was also unremovable, making him confused if Yoon Seoyul did indeed want to get up or stay here tying him down to him.

"I barely touched you..."

Sitting up on Yoon Seoyul’s stomach, he threw the arm covering his face out of the way to et the sharp eyes looking up at him.

"Could it be that you’re pent up because of not having put it inside for the past two months? You can get this hard from a fleeting touch of my fingers now?"

Cheon Areum teased him very obviously with a pleased smile on his face as he gazed at Yoon Seoyul with wholly impure eyes. This was the first ti in the past two months he’d had the energy to even tease him like this. Good old tis—though Yoon Seoyul would get him off sotis, they hadn’t had any intercourse whatsoever.

"Do you want to do it? My energy levels are not dropping... why don’t we just spend the day fucking this energy out of ? How does that sound?"

To him it was the perfect day off. He was really missing the arousing pheromones that Yoon Seoyul would give off while fucking him. Cheon Areum had just asked when his vision was flipped abruptly. Yoon Seoyul imdiately grabbed his wrists, pressing them into the pillow under Cheon Areum’s head, and stared down at him with an intense, deepening glare.

"Are you really feeling alright?"

"Yes... fighting in bed is fine."

Thirstily reaching for a kiss, Cheon Areum suddenly released out a plethora of his pheromones, all targeting Yoon Seoyul. Before he could reach Yoon Seoyul’s lips, he was outmatched by Yoon Seoyul, who kissed him even more urgently, closing his eyes completely focused on eating out his mouth, bringing Cheon Areum’s curling hands to his chest. Everyone could guess what would happen after a long and passionate kiss, but Yoon Seoyul cleanly got out of the bed, shaking out his bed hair and brushing the bangs back.

"Are you serious right now?"

Even after coming in contact with Cheon Areum’s needy pheromones, he could resist?

"I’m not going to do it as long as the doctor doesn’t give us the green light."

"You could at least give company in bed!"

Sitting up, he whined, kicking off the blanket from his feet. Yoon Seoyul sighed on the side, clearly having a hard ti not crumpling under the raging pheromones Cheon Areum refused to stop releasing.

"What about the pregnancy pillow I got you? Do you not use it at all?"

"I don’t want to use my imagination when I already have you, Yoon Seoyul!"

"I’m marked to you for a lifeti. I should be able to call dibs on you!"

Cheon Areum’s lashes trembled, a single tear clinging there, sounding almost helpless. To Yoon Seoyul, it was unbearably cute. That was the final blow. With a quiet sigh, Yoon Seoyul slipped back into bed and drew him close, but the pheromones he released were the kind ant to soothe rather than claim. Pouting but accepting them, Cheon Areum hugged Yoon Seoyul innocently, trying to seduce him with his pheromones.

"What’s all that stuff under the bed, Areum? Did you put the pillow down there too?"

"That’s for difficult tis, when you’re not ho and I have to act all miserable and cry myself to sleep."

"You cry yourself to sleep?!"

Yoon Seoyul spoke with a hint of shock in his voice. Of course, that wasn’t true.

"It’s a taphor."

"Areum... are you nesting?"

Yoon Seoyul asked in a low whisper, his ears and nape tinted with a faint blush. To be honest, he hadn’t even thought about that.

"If that is my nest then..."

Cheon Areum narrowed his eyes, rembering the ss under the bed and how crowded the space was.

"I suck at it. You can’t even call it a nest since I just stuffed your shit in there and did absolutely nothing else."

However, Yoon Seoyul seed to like it since he tackled him on the bed abruptly and adoring pecks rained on him from everywhere. Must be a huge achievent for an alpha. Cheon Areum would be proud of his oga for building a nest too, even if it was this shit.

"Do you like it this much?"

Closing his eyes reflexively as Yoon Seoyul squeezed his face in his hands and kissed it, he spoke out with trouble enduring the barrage of pecks instead of avoiding it.

"Hmm. It’s the cutest nest I can ask for. You worked hard, Areum."

"Give it to if you truly appreciate all that hard work...."

Cheon Areum tightened his legs around Yoon Seoyul, seeking closeness rather than distance, the movent instinctive and needy. Yoon Seoyul responded by drawing him in, kisses trailing slowly from his lips to Cheon Areum’s neck, lingering there—warm, grounding—before resting his forehead against Cheon Areum’s chest.

He lifted the edge of Cheon Areum’s shirt just enough to press gentle kisses against his skin, reverent rather than hurried, as if morizing the feel of him. Cheon Areum cradled Yoon Seoyul’s head with both arms, fingers threading through his hair, the restless energy that had been prowling through him finally dissolving.