146: 145 In front of the empty display case, Greyson stood with a flushed face, unlike before. More precisely, at his appearance of being red and blue with barely contained anger, Dane, who was standing behind him, scratched the back of his head and said. "…It was just lying around there so I gave it." "Lying around?" Immediately Greyson glared at Dane sideways. At his menacing momentum, Dane hesitated, and he continued venomously. "That child would have been quietly breathing here, so how was it lying around? Does he have arms, does he have legs? What do you mean rolling around? Be honest, you kidnapped that child!" "Hey…" At the pouring words, Dane was momentarily dazed but soon irritation welled up. This bastard. "Then why didn't you hide it instead of leaving it somewhere so visible? Anyone would see it as just thrown there." "I was making a new display case!" Greyson shouted as if wronged. "I was going to make a display case here like this. Make a trophy like this and this on top, and place it here like this and this! What do you know!" What was he going to do all that for just one dog treat can? Dane was dumbfounded, but talking about such things wouldn't work. So he created a different rationalization point. "You bought it to give to Alex." It just went to who it should be given to. But that didn't work either. Greyson shot back without hesitation. "I already bought the same thing and gave it to Alex. This was mine!" Ugh, Dane swallowed a groan. There was no way to avoid it anymore. Haa, finally sighing, he pressed his forehead with one hand and said as if resigned. "Alright, I'll buy you a new one." "I don't need it." Unexpectedly, Greyson refused outright. When he looked puzzled, Greyson blinked his bloodshot eyes and ground his teeth. "That was the first gift you ever gave me. No matter what you give me, it can't be exchanged for that. It was my most precious treasure…" Dane stopped the hand that had been sweeping his forehead. His eyes also stopped moving and fixed on Greyson's face as he just stood there blankly. Just a dog treat can… When his mind went blank, Greyson lamented. "My Diana." He had even named that too… Dane felt deflated, but anyway it was his mistake. Since he had arbitrarily judged and used someone else's belongings, there was no room for excuses. After staring at Greyson's face for a while, Dane soon gave a bitter smile and offered a solution. "Want to touch my chest?" Immediately Greyson contorted his face menacingly. "Don't think everything can be solved with your chest." That was probably his sincere feeling. Just like the hand he had reflexively extended. But Dane didn't miss the opportunity and grabbed that hand, bringing it to his chest. At the sensation of the firm flesh he hadn't been able to touch for so long, Greyson was startled. Yet without removing his hand and staying still, Dane spoke temptingly to him. "I'll give you another gift, so touch it and calm down. Okay?" At the gentle smile, Greyson almost fell for it. Naturally kneading Dane's chest, he asked with a frowning face. "Another gift, what? You're not going to try to make do with Venus again, are you?" Either take your hands off or speak. His words and actions were completely opposite. His suspicion seemed so trivial that Dane couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Well, what should I do for you?" As expected, he has no thoughts. Greyson thought so, but strangely he wasn't angry. Seeing Dane's smiling face actually made him feel good, which was confusing. "How about you think about what you want?" Dane asked. Passing the answer to the problem to the other party was quite an easy solution, but it was very like Dane. Greyson now used both hands to knead Dane's Venus to his heart's content while going "hmm" and falling into thought. As expected, this texture is the best. I want to put it in my mouth. Should I say I want to suck his nipples? No, wishes should be made carefully. Gift, what would be good for a gift? Ah, I want to bury my face in Venus and rub it all over… "Greyson." He who had been standing blankly came to his senses at the call. When he hurriedly blinked and looked down, he saw Dane giving him a bitter smile. Only then did he realize he had been kneading his chest with unfocused eyes. Then he immediately frowned deeply. "Damn it, I can't concentrate on thinking because of your chest!" "You can take your hands off." "That won't do!" Greyson, who had cursed, immediately rejected Dane's solution and deliberately played with his chest roughly as if being spiteful. Changing the position of his hands to knead from the side, drawing circles with his palms on the large chest, playing creatively, then suddenly spreading his fingers wide to grab as much as possible. "As expected, it's impossible to make cold calculations with this chest in front of me!" His voice echoed as desperately as an actor in a Greek tragedy, but in reality, Greyson's tragedy was just the trivial matter of having to think about what to ask for next while touching his chest. Haaaa, to him who sighed deeply and fell into anguish, Dane said. "You don't have to say it right now. Think more about it and tell me next time." "Next time? …When?" The latter words flowed out after a brief pause. The air that had been flowing naturally between them suddenly seemed to stop. They stood still and looked at each other. Ah, Dane remembered. Greyson knew too. That only a week remained. Dane quietly stared at Greyson's wavering eyes. He was definitely nervous, waiting for Dane's next action. As if expecting him to provide some solution to his secretly hidden anxiety. The next moment, Dane grabbed Greyson's arm and pulled him close. "…!" Surprised, Greyson's eyes went wide. And just like that, their lips met. Without understanding what was happening at all, a tongue pushed into his mouth that had opened in confusion as if it were natural. His eyes naturally relaxed and his thoughts stopped. Greyson closed his eyes and focused on the kiss while kneading Dane's chest with one hand and his buttocks with the other. "Haa, ha…" After separating their lips with short breaths in between, this time he pressed their lips together on the opposite side. Unlike before, this time Greyson was the more active one. It was just a kiss, but his lower body heated up tightly. Greyson soon noticed. That Dane was subtly releasing pheromones toward him. Realizing this, his mind felt tingly. "Have you ever slept with someone else using pheromones…?" Greyson asked during the brief moment their lips separated. He knew how petty and narrow-minded it was to throw such questions during sex. How terribly it ruined the atmosphere too. Because of this, he had always thought there was no one more pathetic than a man who asked such questions. Now he had become that pathetic man himself. Dane would think so too. Even if Dane had slept with countless people like this, what could he do about it… "No." Suddenly Dane blurted out. At that moment, Greyson's eyes went wide. Dane laughed seeing his reaction. "I said no, idiot. Did you forget I was pretending to be a Beta all this time?" Though I have used pheromones to knock people out. Dane added inwardly but didn't say it out loud. He couldn't make the puppy happy only to make him dejected again. As expected, a blush gradually rose on Greyson's face and his eyes sparkled with light. "Really, really? Am I the first for this?" "Yeah." Dane nodded again. He briefly touched his buttocks but as expected, there was no tail. Dane chuckled at his own ridiculous imagination. "Now, since you know you're the first, express that joy with your body." 147: 146 Ugh, mmph, hm, hmm. Mixed with rough breathing, lewd moans leaked out. He couldn't come to his senses from the pouring pheromones. Greyson tilted his shoulders crookedly with his eyes completely unfocused. My goodness. Even while gripping the bed headboard and looking down, he couldn't believe it. He was sitting on Dane's face. More precisely, Dane was lying beneath him sucking his cock. Greyson's cock, licking it with his tongue and rubbing it with his lips. "Disgustingly big." Dane grumbled in a low voice from below. And for good reason – he had already tried three times but failed. Even trying to squeeze out semen by tightening his throat around the cock, this damn thing was too big to even fit in his mouth. Finally giving up, Dane cursed instead and opened his mouth as wide as possible to take in the glans. When he used both hands to massage and stroke the shaft like a massage, Greyson immediately trembled his waist. "Uuugh…" A pained moan flowed through his tightly bitten lips. His knuckles turned white from gripping the headboard, trying to endure the feeling of wanting to ejaculate immediately. As if rewarding his patience, Dane smiled silently and patted his buttocks. "Good job." It was like something you'd do to a dog. At that moment, Greyson grabbed his cock and thrust it into his mouth. "…Ugh!" A muffled moan flowed from below. It was the moan Dane barely managed to let out past his blocked mouth. Greyson's penis barely reached his uvula, but that was the limit. He couldn't open his throat at all. Far from sucking the penis that filled his mouth, even breathing was painful, so Dane panted and tilted his head back. Tears quickly welled up and saliva overflowed. "Ah… good…" Greyson's heated voice could be heard from above. He closed his eyes while gripping the headboard and savored Dane's mouth. The hot, soft mucous membrane wrapped around his fully swollen penis. The thick tongue pressed by his cock and the hard sensation of teeth spread above and below were things that the lower hole didn't have. Greyson couldn't contain his excitement and tried to push his penis deeper. But at that moment, Dane hit his thigh hard. Slap, slap, at the consecutive sounds, Greyson barely came to his senses. "Sorry, I won't put it in deeper. Instead…" He couldn't finish his words and contorted his brow. After closing his eyes and holding his breath, he soon hunched his upper body and tensed his body. "Uugh…" Following a deep moan, he trembled finely all over. Sweet pheromone scent filled Dane's mouth completely. Greyson had ejaculated in his mouth. Regardless of Dane's will, the flowing semen went down his throat. He reflexively moved his Adam's apple to swallow it, but the amount was too much to take it all. Eventually, semen that spilled out of his tightly blocked mouth along with saliva flowed down his cheeks, past his neck, and wet his hair. "Haaaa." Greyson let out a satisfied sigh and stayed there a bit longer. Only after squeezing out the remaining semen did he finally pull out his penis. Immediately, Dane rolled his body and bent his upper body while coughing roughly. "Cough, cough." Every time he exhaled, it seemed like semen mixed with saliva came out. His mind kept becoming hazy from the thick pheromone scent spreading through his body. That puppy being insolent again… Dane clicked his tongue. He should have been annoyed or angry at the selfish behavior, but bewilderingly, he didn't feel like it. This is sex that also serves as an apology for arbitrarily touching someone else's belongings, so it's natural to do what that guy wants. Thinking that way, he could understand why he wasn't angry or annoyed. Why his own penis had become erect too. Since Dane was also an Omega, reacting to Alpha pheromones was a natural physiological phenomenon. Even when he had one-night stands and slept around with anyone, he was more excited when the partner was an Alpha. He had spent satisfying nights even with ordinary Alpha pheromones, so what about extreme Alpha pheromones? A helpless smile spread across his face. In the end, I'm just an Omega too. "Dane?" Just as the face of her glaring at him with bloodshot eyes and screaming briefly came to mind, Dane snapped back to attention at the sudden voice. When he turned his head, Greyson was looking at him. Only then did Dane realize he had fallen into memories he had forgotten for a moment. "…Ah." He sighed and swept his hair back. Suddenly his palm was damp. Cold sweat had formed on his forehead. Incredulous, Dane looked down at his wet palm and then raised his head. Greyson was still looking at him. With his head tilted to one side, with a puzzled face. Seeing that expression, Dane gave a bitter smile. "It's okay, come here." When he beckoned, Greyson obediently approached Dane. They pressed their lips together and rolled around on the bed together. Dane hastily mixed tongues and rubbed bodies to shake off the afterimage that had come alive in his mind. He even directly took Greyson's hand and brought it to his own chest. Shut up. Shut up. I said shut up…! "…Ouch!" Greyson let out a short scream. Through the roughly rubbing lips, he could faintly smell blood. Dane had bitten his lips. But he didn't apologize. Instead, he mixed tongues more fiercely and sucked his lips. "Haaaa…" While accepting Greyson's penis into his wet back hole, Dane let out a long breath. Ahhh… The sickeningly sweet scent made his head dizzy. That was enough. Dane moved his own waist and moved his body roughly. Her traces no longer remained in his mind. * * * He thought he could faintly hear bird sounds. Dane frowned and slowly lifted his eyelids. Only after blinking several times to focus his blurry vision did he finally realize this wasn't his room. As he lay there moving only his eyes, a large hand happened to knead his chest. He lowered his gaze and then dropped his head onto the mattress with a "ha" sigh. Belatedly, memories of the previous night came back to life. He hadn't planned to go that far. He thought bitterly. He had just intended to moderately cheer him up, but how did it end up like this? Sleeping together after sex and waking up in the same bed – wasn't this too intimate an act? Well, it's nothing special. He had experienced this several times with previous one-night partners too. Looking back at how he would make simple breakfast and enjoy another round of sex before sending them off in a taxi when they fell asleep after rolling around until dawn, this current situation wasn't particularly different either. Just as he was about to dismiss it that way and get up. "What…" For some reason, his whole body felt heavy, and when he turned his head, he soon found out why. Greyson was wrapping Dane's legs with his legs, hugging his waist with one arm, and gripping his chest with the other hand. Ha, Dane sighed and then determinedly detached his body. First the hand gripping his chest, then the arm around his waist, and finally freeing his legs – only then was he finally free. "Haaaa." Even though it was just getting out of bed, he felt completely exhausted. After sighing and sweeping his hair back, he suddenly looked out the window and stopped moving. An endlessly spread sky and deep blue-green foliage came into view at once. A scenery that ordinary people couldn't even dream of in their lifetime. Moreover, in a room large enough to fit his entire house, there was a living room connected to the bedroom, and the walls were covered with expensive artworks and sculptures. The bed and all furniture were clearly expensive items handmade by some craftsman, and the sheets, so soft it was embarrassing to have dirtied them with semen and sweat while rolling around all night, might be more expensive than Dane's monthly salary. After carefully examining the room piece by piece, Dane soon fixed his gaze on the display case visible in front. 148: 147 In the middle of the display case filled with gorgeous porcelain, sculptures, expensive plates, and other obviously precious items, there was an awkwardly empty space. It was exactly where the dog treat can that Dane had given him had been placed. Dane just stared at the display case with his gaze fixed. Greyson had said in a faintly trembling voice. His flushed face, his sparkling eyes that had looked at Dane as if moved. His own words came back to life. What happened after that? Greyson hadn't said anything. No, he had just opened and closed his mouth as if he couldn't find words to say. His face as he looked at Dane while preciously holding that small can in his large hands, his twitching ears. Greyson's face as he had cried out in frustration overlapped on top of that. With a face flushed red in a different meaning from before, he had muttered. Dane just looked at the empty display case without saying anything. That space, so shabby and ridiculously empty among the gorgeous and famous works that filled the other compartments. But even while thinking that, he still couldn't take his eyes away and just stayed frozen like that for a long time. There were 6 days remaining. 25 "Boobs, boobs. Boobs, boobs." Greyson hummed excitedly. Finally, all the committee hearings were over. With a more excited heart than ever, he headed home. Dane would be waiting today too. Today was a special day, so they had to celebrate. Because of this, he had specially prepared a huge bouquet that he had ordered. He had told them to stock up on ingredients in advance, so dinner would be prepared lavishly too. They would drink wine together and eat dessert. And then next… "Hehehe." Laughter spilled out naturally. Greyson raised his shoulders and increased the car's speed. When he had opened his eyes in the morning, Dane had already left for work. But the traces of being with him the night before remained clearly on the bed, so Greyson had buried his nose in the sheets with dried semen and masturbated twice. It's certain, Dane likes me too. He was convinced. Otherwise, there would be no reason to have sex with Greyson, right? It wasn't a rut, and there hadn't been any such incident. Though he did kidnap my most precious thing. Greyson briefly wrinkled his nose and then relaxed his expression. But still, to attack him so actively like that, it's not like Dane, right? Plus sleeping together. This is definitely that. "Dane also loves me…!" His heart was pounding so much he couldn't say the next words. Greyson gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands and took deep breaths. Haa, haa. As his shoulders moved up and down, his face suddenly appeared in the rearview mirror. Seeing his ears moving on their own, he unconsciously frowned but ignored it. Whether that thing moved or not wasn't important right now. What was important was his and Dane's future. Only 6 days left now. No, precisely 5 days and a few hours. Today was almost over. It was time to have a showdown. Until the day before, he had been inwardly anxious, but now it was different. He ran eagerly with hope. He wanted to see Dane quickly. He would hug Dane, kiss him, and tell him he loved him. Even if Dane hadn't made up his mind yet… An ominous thought raised its head, but he was confident. Then he would have to persuade him. Until now, when Greyson was stubborn, pleaded, and begged, he eventually gave in. He might sigh, maybe even get annoyed. But anyway, as long as he stayed… That alone would be enough. Greyson put more force on the foot pressing the accelerator. The supercar made a terrifying sound as it raced down the road. * * * Dane was sitting on the sofa in his room. He was slowly stroking Darling, who was on his lap, but showed no other movement as if he was deeply lost in thought. After spending time like that for a while, he suddenly came to his senses. When he turned his head, he could see the sun was already setting. Oh no, Dane clicked his tongue briefly and picked up Darling. After placing the cat on her favorite cushion, he turned around holding an empty mug. He was about to put away the finished cup when, just as he was about to grab the door handle, he heard a knock. Knock knock knock, knock knock. At the rhythmic sound, Dane hesitated but soon turned the handle and opened the door. "Oh." Greyson, who had been about to knock again with his hand raised in the air, stopped. Dane shifted his gaze from his surprised face to his hand and then fixed his eyes back on his face. "What?" At the indifferent voice, Greyson soon smiled brightly and said. "I've prepared dinner." "Really?" Since it was always happening, there was nothing special about it. Dane closed the door without much comment and leisurely headed to the snack bar as usual. He had imagined a simply prepared dinner as always, but unexpectedly, Greyson grabbed his arm and pulled him. "This way." When Dane blinked, Greyson smiled, took his hand, and walked ahead. At his steps that seemed lighter than usual, Dane couldn't help but laugh. "What are you plotting again?" At Dane's question, Greyson just made a laughing sound. Anyway, Dane shook his head as if he had no choice and obediently followed him. The place Greyson headed to was the dining room on the first floor. "Come, go in." Greyson opened the door, stepped aside, and elegantly drew an arc with one arm. Dane, who had entered puzzled, stopped dead at the entrance. An completely unexpected scene was spread before his eyes. Dane's eyes went wide at a dining table more splendid than the morning of his first day here. With a three-tier cake placed in the center, on one side was a turkey that you'd only eat on Thanksgiving, and on the other side was an enormous lobster placed majestically. And the side with the turkey was full of meat dishes – chicken prepared in all kinds of ways, lamb, beef, veal, and even pork in tremendous quantities. Around the lobster were seafood – huge crabs, salmon, grilled marlin, and even sushi. There were three types of salad, and bread included pastries, loaves, muffins, and properly cut baguettes filling baskets, plus stews, soups, and all kinds of foods he had never heard of or seen. It wasn't just the dining table. On the walls, candles stuck in gorgeous golden candlesticks burned brilliantly, a huge chandelier shone from the ceiling, and the walls were full of all kinds of decorations and flowers. "Wh-what is this…" Dane muttered blankly with his mouth agape. Was this a movie filming? The teapot wasn't going to suddenly start singing and dancing, was it? He knew it was an absurd imagination. But the situation unfolding before his eyes was even more absurd. As he was watching to see when the teapot would move, Greyson suddenly came to his side and spoke. "How is it? Is it okay? Do you like it?" "No, well." Dane stammered, unable to continue, and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, nothing had changed. Only then did he accept reality. "What is all this? What's suddenly going on?" To Dane, who was still bewildered, Greyson answered in a more excited voice than usual. "There's a lot to celebrate today." "What?" Was it his birthday? When Dane hesitated, looking at the cake that caught his eye, Greyson said. "Finally, the committee hearings are over. I'm free now!" Along with those words, Greyson set off a birthday firecracker. With a "pop" sound, cheap paper scraps scattered in all directions. Dane, who had just been blinking, finally nodded with an "ah." Committee hearings – it would be the first time in his life experiencing such annoying business, so of course he'd be happy. "Yeah, that's great. Congratulations." "Thanks." When Greyson spoke, Dane chuckled and pointed at the dining table with his thumb. "I understand you're happy, but isn't this too much? No matter how hard you and I try, it'll be difficult to eat all this." "Of course that's not all." Greyson said confidently. What else now, just as Dane was shaking his head helplessly with a smile, Greyson suddenly held out something he had been hiding behind his back. Flower fragrance suddenly spread around the startled Dane. Only then did Dane realize that Greyson was holding a bouquet of enormous size. At his gaze that seemed to ask what this was, he smiled and said. "I wanted to give it to you." Dane, who had inadvertently received the bouquet, blinked again. Looking at his face still full of questions, Greyson scratched his cheek. "Um, well. You've been staying with me continuously. So, um. You could say it's a token of gratitude for that." "…What?" Dane frowned and stared at him. Greyson, feeling his cheeks heat up for some reason, continued. "Well, yesterday was so good too… I'm grateful to you for various things." Don't you think we suit each other quite well? That was the next thing he had prepared to say. And he was planning to suggest living together from now on. At the very least, to ask for an extension of the deadline. He had prepared words to persuade Dane. So many, too many. But what came out of Greyson's mouth next was completely different from his thoughts. "I love you, Dane." Ah, this isn't it. Greyson thought, but he didn't regret it. No, rather, it was ridiculous that he hadn't included these words that should naturally have been said. Something warm spreading through his chest pulled up the corners of his mouth. Greyson looked at Dane with a bright smile. At Dane. …At Dane, who was looking at him as if the world had collapsed. "Dane…?" "Ah." When he called his name while still keeping the corners of his mouth raised, Dane let out an exclamation almost simultaneously. He buried his face in one hand as if dizzy and let out a deep sigh. An awkward silence came. The warm warmth that had been spreading through his chest until now disappeared somewhere, and an eerie air circled around his heart. "Dane…" "As expected, it won't work, for us." When he opened his mouth with difficulty, Dane muttered with his face buried in one hand. "Let's stop now."