Side Story 2- The Highly Difficult Problem (11)

A small red mark bloomed on Cesare’s nape, and the Omega’s scent thickened in the air.

In response, Zahir released a stronger wave of Alpha pheromones as he sank deeper into him.

The sensation of those soft inner walls wrapped tightly around him, and the heat of Cesare’s body surrounding him, felt so euphoric it threatened to burn away what little remained of his sanity.

Zahir pinned Cesare down—who clung to him with trembling arms—and thrust faster.

Their joined bodies grew slick, the wet sound of each movement echoing with obscene clarity.

Every deep thrust that struck the Omega’s most sensitive spots made his legs quiver.

His vision blurred with a translucent haze of pleasure, though no tears spilled.

Zahir was captivated by the way moisture shimmered in Cesare’s blue eyes.

“You drive me insane every time, Cesare.”

“Ugh... Any more of that, and I’m not gonna make it... Hah.”

“Then do something about it. You’re too tight. Ah—ah...”