Yoon Seoyul picked up one of the boxes scattered across the bed, plucked out a condom packet, and tore it open. With a calm, almost detached expression, he slipped it onto the already stiff shaft.
"Release them already! My heat won't go away if you don't... How are you planning to—"
Mid-screaming and kicking, his breath hitched, he smelled the additional hint of flavor. Vanilla? Cheon Areum's lashes fluttered as the intoxicating scent wrapped around him like a haze. Yoon Seoyul's eyes narrowed down on him as he deliberately released his pheromones into the air. There was no mistaking it. The warm, cloying scent of vanilla clung to him—undeniably his.
"No wonder you've been hiding them... Haah..."
Drunk on his pheromones, Cheon Areum locked his feet around Yoon Seoyul even more tightly. Positioning himself between his legs, Yoon Seoyul bent down over Cheon Areum's body, planting kisses along his jaw and nape, agitating him further.