Dirty Switch

A hollow laugh slipped out at that innocent, completely out-of-place request. What? Hold you tight? I guess that kind of plea worked on whatever version of me you were hallucinating.
On the way to the palace, he had acted so composed—saying that, no matter his condition, standing beside his hyung was his duty as a spouse. That blank, even-toned face of his came to mind.
That familiar image slowly overlaid itself onto the wrecked, disheveled Joo Taehyun before him. But as the tears silently streamed down Taehyun’s cheeks, that vision shattered and scattered like glass.

It was refreshing, in a way, to see someone as habitually expressionless as Joo Taehyun come undone with such vivid rawness. Still, Baekhan had no intention whatsoever of granting the request of someone half-unconscious and swaying from a pheromone imbalance. Especially when the current symptoms were more than likely just a side effect of Switch.
“…Right. I’m holding you, aren’t I?”
“Ugh, that’s not—ah!”

“I am trying, you know—haa… trying my best to hold you. In my own way.”
With the head of his cock lined up against that slick entrance, Baekhan shoved forward—hard. No finesse, no patience, just a rough push straight in.
A tearing, wet sound came from below. Like skin ripping apart under strain.

“Ah—it hurts, ngh!”
He hadn’t even gotten all the way in. Just barely pushed the tip inside, and that was it—but Joo Taehyun’s hole was so damn tight, there was no moving further.
Seo Baekhan glanced down to assess the situation. The skin around the entrance, stretched wide in the shape of his glans, had turned an angry red, as if it had been beaten raw. Even the slick that had been oozing nonstop just moments ago had started to dry out.

Does it hurt that much? Well… of course it does. He hadn’t done any prep at all. Expecting the inside to open up easily was probably wishful thinking. But even so, it wasn’t like he was going to start showering Taehyun with kisses or anything.
Baekhan knew he was being petulant. This kind of penetration only brought pain—for both of them. Even if he didn’t take the time for full-on foreplay, just touching Taehyun the way he wanted would have made things go much smoother. And still, all he wanted was to pretend he didn’t know any better—just force it in, finish, and be done.
Ordinarily, Seo Baekhan was the type who went all in when it came to foreplay. He’d go down until his partner’s lower half was so swollen and tender they could barely wear underwear, or he’d trail kisses with the soft insides of his lips from head to toe without pause.

He didn’t feel any satisfaction unless his partner melted, collapsed, and came apart while clinging to him, sobbing for it to stop, unable to take any more.
He didn’t need to go that far now, obviously. But something as simple as “holding him tight,” like Taehyun had begged, shouldn’t have been difficult.
And yet… was it the foreign Alpha’s pheromones still lingering in the air?

Everything just felt wrong.
Taehyun’s pheromones surged like a crashing wave, overwhelming and close to bursting. But laced within them was something artificial—jarringly off—that kept trying to force its way under Baekhan’s skin.
It made his nerves bristle on instinct.
“Hh… hngh…”

After coughing weakly for a while, Joo Taehyun shook his head, as if to say this isn’t working. Even then, he stubbornly clutched his knotting cock with both hands, shielding it from Baekhan’s view as best he could.
Pinned beneath his own weight, arms trapped and pants awkwardly bunched around his thighs, he couldn’t move freely. Half-skewered on Baekhan’s cock, Taehyun seemed lost, helpless, utterly unsure of what to do.
“Taehyun, just… try to relax a little.”

When Baekhan gave his ass a few light pats, Taehyun only tensed more—his entire glutes clenching tight in reflex. At this rate, it felt like he might crush Baekhan’s dick off from sheer muscle strain. Frowning, Baekhan undid the rest of his shirt buttons with a sigh.
“You don’t need to keep holding your cock. Just like earlier—rub against the pillow. Grind a little.”
“B-but…”

“In this position, I can’t see your junk at all. Seriously. Just tilt your hips a bit—yeah, like that.”
Taehyun finally slid his hands free from underneath himself and shifted slightly. At the same time, Baekhan adjusted his position, moving his hips with a long thrust.
“Hh-AAH!”

“You’re way too dry in there… Taehyun, mind if I spit a little?”
Whether he truly understood or not, Joo Taehyun nodded vaguely, without resistance. Seo Baekhan swallowed a sigh and leaned forward further. As his body shifted, the angle of his cock pressing inside changed, and Taehyun jerked violently in response.
“I asked if I could spit on your hole—it’s too dry. I’m not about to suck you open, obviously.”

“Nn… okay…”
Surprisingly, Taehyun seemed to understand exactly what he’d said. The fact that he didn’t even flinch at the suggestion only added to the impression that, beneath that polished shell, he really was thoroughly used to things like this.
Baekhan pulled back, slipping out from the tight heat with a slow motion. He gripped Taehyun’s pelvic ridge and pulled his hips upward in one firm tug. Startled by the sudden repositioning, Taehyun quickly reached down to cover his cock and balls with both hands.

“S-sorry, hyung… ngh… I—I lost my grip…”
Catching a glimpse of himself, Taehyun nearly panicked, his voice breaking into something close to a sob. He mumbled apology after apology, barely loud enough to be heard, his entire body trembling.
Well… who the hell would be happy to accidentally flash someone? But still, it wasn’t as unpleasant as Baekhan had expected it would be.

It wasn’t pity—not sympathy for Taehyun’s pathetic behavior—but something more primal. His instincts reacting to that unfiltered, unrefined pheromone cloud hitting him head-on.
“…Don’t move.”
But there was no need to spell all that out for Joo Taehyun. He was panicked and compliant right now—easier to handle this way.

The strange part was that, after Baekhan spat a few times near Taehyun’s tailbone, [N O V E L I G H T] the scent of grass intensified. As the spit slid down the cleft of his ass, Taehyun’s well-formed thighs twitched, as if the sensation tickled.
While Baekhan used his fingers to spread the saliva around the entrance, Taehyun’s lower half began to glisten wetly once more. Even the stiff moans he tried to swallow were now tinged with faint heat. Unlike earlier, when his body had been flailing from a pheromone spike, this time, the reaction was unmistakably arousal.
“What the hell did you get up to before this? You’re already this worked up just from a little spit?”

He slammed down the hips he’d lifted to slick him, pinning him hard. Then, spreading Taehyun’s thighs wide with both knees, he positioned himself between them. Taehyun let out a broken sound—not a moan, not a sob, but something raw in between.
Maybe he already knew what was about to happen. His lips parted faintly, spit bubbling and popping at the corners of his mouth.
Come to think of it, hadn’t Taehyun once said he liked it rough?

Judging by how differently his body was reacting now—despite being treated much more harshly than before—it hadn’t been a lie.
“Relax.”
“Ah…!”

It was a little easier than before, but still far from smooth. Seo Baekhan considered pulling out again, but instead let out a sharp breath through his teeth—and slammed his hips forward in one firm thrust. If it was going to be this difficult, it’d be better to just push through in one go.
“Ng—hah… a-ah, hurts… ah…!”
“Joo Taehyun. You liked it that much when I spit on your ass? Hah… felt that good?”

“Uh… nnh, ngh…”
“What else do you want me to do, huh? What’ll help you relax and take it better?”
What had Taehyun said back then? Something about how, since he was tall and broad-shouldered, he liked it deep—wanted an alpha to stuff him full and knot him tight to really feel good.

“Too big… you’re too big, hyung, it’s… teari—ah!”
His exact pleasure spot was still a mystery, but considering how the people Seo Baekhan had been with before couldn’t even take a quarter of his cock—yeah. This part, at least, was something he genuinely liked.
A sturdy body and deep walls that could take him to the hilt, no matter how greedily he shoved it in.

With his length buried nearly to the base, Seo Baekhan looked down at Joo Taehyun’s trembling back.
Taehyun looked like someone who had just stepped out of the shower—drenched from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes. His hair was tangled into a mess, and his shirt was soaked through to the point of being pointless.
Tightly woven muscle flexed along the ridge of his spine, and his waist, slender for his broad shoulders, kept writhing without rest. Not long ago he’d acted like he didn’t even know what penetration was, but now, that odd little alpha with the warped kinks seemed to have learned how to grind. Even as he panted in the sweltering heat, he moved his body with more finesse than when they started.

Regardless of preference or compatibility, Seo Baekhan couldn’t deny the voyeuristic thrill of it.
Fitting for a building that hosted state guests, the interior of Buyongwon blended tradition and modernity with a unique ambiance.
And in the center of it all, laid out helplessly, Joo Taehyun panted in unsatisfied heat—waiting for Seo Baekhan to release inside him.

Taking a brief breath, Seo Baekhan cast a heavy, lingering gaze over Joo Taehyun, who lay disheveled atop the luxurious gold-embroidered bedding. Then he resumed thrusting.
He pressed down hard on Taehyun’s lower back, even though there was no sign of resistance or attempt to escape, and greedily shoved himself deep inside him.
His cock, which had been just firm enough, became fully erect from the relentless friction and began hammering into Taehyun without pause. This could no longer be called sex. It was nothing more than destruction—brutal excavation from the inside out.

“Ah, aaah!”
Like a puppet with its strings cut, Joo Taehyun had been swaying helplessly to Baekhan’s rhythm, but suddenly his body jerked with a twitch.
“H-Hyung, th-this…”

The one who had been lying obediently face-down on the bedding suddenly raised his upper body and turned back toward Seo Baekhan in an awkward, unstable posture. Though his arms, planted on the bed to brace himself against the rough pounding, were trembling pitifully, this was the strongest resistance Joo Taehyun had shown since arriving at the Buyong Garden.
“Ah, there, th-that spot…”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and through his parted lips, a dry tongue flicked out, panting like a dog.

So, even for a man, the reactions are about the same.
Seo Baekhan instinctively realized he had struck the spot that made Joo Taehyun feel it.
The reaction from his ass was far too explicit to ignore. Until now, Joo Taehyun’s hole had only clamped down tightly, unable to accept Baekhan’s cock easily—but suddenly, it loosened up, soft and yielding. The way it clung and sucked around him, squeezing all the way to the base, made Seo Baekhan swallow a low moan of his own.

Taehyun’s cheeks were scraped raw in patches from rubbing against the gold-embroidered bedding, and his tear-streaked eyes were swollen and inflamed from nonstop crying. His ass, repeatedly slammed by Baekhan’s abs without the slightest regard, was flushed red like his face.
“Hyung, d-don’t move—ah, ahn—stop, it’s—it’s weird… aah!”
Joo Taehyun, unable to lie back down like before, nor fully rise up and shove Baekhan away, trembled in helpless confusion.

The tear-drenched lashes clumped into delicate strands, and his tongue, barely poking past his slack, open lips, somehow made the whole scene look obscenely erotic—an impression that didn’t suit him in the slightest. Maybe it was because it clashed so starkly with how he usually appeared.
“Ha… just stay still, will you.”
“B-But… ahhk!”

“You’re gonna come as much as you want, and I’m not stopping until I’ve come inside you too.”
“Hngh… ugh, hyung, if you do that, I-I’ll—”
“Stop looking back. You’re messing up your posture.”

Seo Baekhan reached out, grabbed the back of Joo Taehyun’s head, and forcefully turned him forward.
“It’s my first time fucking a guy’s ass, so I already don’t know the right angle. Haa… stop making it more confusing.”