Dirty Switch

Please, please, please.
The desperate pleading had lost all direction. With his mouth full of saliva, it was hard to tell if Taehyun was still speaking—his words sounded more like bursts of froth popping in the air.
“I know, I… Seo… I…”

The back of Joo Taehyun’s hand, clutching the silk bedding, was streaked with bulging veins. Because his forehead was pressed flat into the mattress, the back of his neck was fully exposed—where thick, bluish veins pulsed visibly under the skin.
He didn’t want to show the back of him, soaked in slick. But he didn’t want to expose the lower half of his body, where the knotting had already started, either. In trying to hide the state he was in—twisting and writhing—Taehyun, despite his size, looked pitiful.
Seo Baekhan stood off to the side, slightly crooked in posture, hand still covering his mouth, looking down at the squirming mess before him.

Strictly speaking, Joo Taehyun wasn’t an Omega. So it would be more accurate to say the Switch had triggered a reaction similar to heat.
When an Omega enters heat without taking suppressants, there’s only one fast-acting method to stabilize them—flooding their system with an Alpha’s semen.
Baekhan wasn’t even sure if he could get hard with Taehyun like this, but they couldn’t stay holed up in the palace like this forever.

It’s just a heat-like symptom—if I just close my eyes, fuck him quick, and finish fast, maybe it’ll be fine.
But Joo Taehyun’s rut wasn’t something Seo Baekhan could resolve.
When rut begins, an Alpha’s cock swells thick at the tip—like a beast, like a dog, the glans growing dense and heavy, as if weighted with stone. It’s a natural, instinctive reaction meant to lock into the partner, and it only begins to subside after releasing deep inside an Omega’s inner walls.

Even with a carefully controlled dose of suppressants, it still takes time for the knot to go down after rutting with an Omega. And without a toy built for Alpha physiology, there was no way to help relieve a swollen cock like that.
“Ah, ngh…”
Joo Taehyun, seemingly at his limit, awkwardly started moving his hips. Just a while ago, he had seemed desperate not to expose his backside slicked with arousal—but now, it looked like he didn’t have the capacity to care anymore. His shallow, panting breaths grew increasingly frayed, his sense of reason evaporating.

“Ha.”
Watching him, Seo Baekhan let out a scoffing breath, the absurdity of it all catching him off guard. Taehyun’s behavior was so ridiculous he couldn’t help but laugh under his breath.
The way he pressed his cock into the bed, trying to relieve himself with body weight—it was painfully clumsy. Even a male dog mounting for the first time would move its hips more skillfully than that.

He exercised regularly, so it wasn’t like he didn’t know how to use his body… He wasn’t that young anymore either, and it’s not like he didn’t have sexual experience. So why was he acting like some kid fumbling with a sex toy for the first time?
As Baekhan watched Taehyun’s desperate fumbling, it finally clicked—just a beat too late.
He’s only ever taken an Alpha from behind. He’s never learned how to be the one doing the fucking.
“…Joo Taehyun.”

When his name was called, Joo Taehyun’s back jolted with a violent shiver. Ah— the stifled groan he let out carried unmistakable despair. As if he’d only just realized what he was doing—and in front of whom.
“Huuh…”
And yet, even in that dazed state, he’d apparently come. A faint scent of semen threaded through the suffocating aroma of wood-heavy pheromones. If he came just from rubbing himself on the bed like that, he really was in bad shape.

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“Haa, ah, ahh…”
Perhaps the incomplete climax only made it worse—Taehyun’s moans grew more strained, more desperate. His hips kept rocking forward clumsily, as if driven by instinct to fuck, and yet his ass trembled just as feverishly, like he was dying to be fucked instead.

His body, still clumsy and unripe, only grew more frantic. Nothing was being solved.
In that case, maybe it was better to just—
“Nh, hng, hyung…”

Finally, Seo Baekhan made up his mind. He undid his cufflinks and rolled up his shirt sleeves.
Taehyun was, after all, his legal spouse. That made it Baekhan’s responsibility to handle this quickly and properly.
“Y-Yeah, please… hyung… put it in… ah!”

At first, I thought he was calling me—but the way he spoke so casually, it almost sounded like he was calling out to some old partner.
Seo Baekhan clicked his tongue softly and climbed up onto the mattress. Judging someone by appearance alone was never smart, but every time this happened, he couldn’t help but find Joo Taehyun strangely fascinating. That aloof face of his—so cold it bordered on obsessive cleanliness—yet underneath it all, he was a filthy wreck with the most twisted, depraved kinks.
“Hyung, your—tongue... Ahhk! Hngh!”

“Yeah, sorry, but I don’t think I’m the hyung you were looking for. And Taehyun... this isn’t Washington, and it’s definitely not our place, either.”
“No—no, I… hyung—ugh!”
Seo Baekhan grabbed the back of Joo Taehyun’s neck and practically shoved him into the mattress. Hnn— Taehyun sucked in a sharp breath, startled, and Baekhan leaned over him just enough—his chest not quite touching, but close enough to see every twitch and reaction up close.

“So let’s just get this over with. Fast.”
“Hnngh… uh… uuh…”
“When you think about it, it’s our wedding night. And here we are, in a palace no less, rushing it before the court attendants barge in. Kinda ridiculous, right?”

Bringing up their “wedding night” wasn’t meant to comfort Taehyun. It was a joke—one Baekhan aimed at himself. This whole situation—having to walk a kid through how to use his dick for the first time—was absurd. Frustrating. The kind of thing that made him want to laugh just to keep from losing it. So he threw the line out carelessly, mocking the sheer farce of it all.
But curiously, Joo Taehyun’s ragged panting began to ease little by little. Maybe emphasizing that they were in a palace had brought some reason back to him. Should he be praised for that, even now? Seo Baekhan let out a dry chuckle and adjusted Taehyun’s posture.
“If grinding your cock against the mattress is the only thing that makes it bearable, then press your upper body all the way down.”

“Nnh…!”
“Keep your hips slightly raised. That way you can still rub the tip against the bed. Yeah, just like that. A little more. Just a bit more.”
Joo Taehyun, who had been desperately struggling to escape, finally let the tension drain from his fingertips. Even as he kept losing his grip on the silk bedding, he followed Seo Baekhan’s instructions, adjusting his posture, slowly beginning to move his hips.

“You don’t even know how to fuck properly anyway. Stop trying to shove it into the wrong spot. Just grind—pretend your lover’s got the tip in their hand, rubbing it for you.”
Thick, ragged moans—twisted from shame and arousal—poured out of him nonstop. Even so, Taehyun kept his hips slightly raised, shamelessly grinding against Baekhan’s groin.
Baekhan’s hand still pressed down on the back of his neck, and he could feel the defined muscles beneath trembling violently. It felt like his palm was pressed not against skin, but directly over a racing heart—the pulse was that vivid.

He moved with such desperate sensitivity that Baekhan almost wanted to ask, “Does it feel that good?”
He wanted to fuck. He wanted to be fucked.
Even as Baekhan furrowed his brow at the unfamiliar hunger contorting Taehyun’s body, a strange curiosity began to creep in.

He still didn’t want to fuck another man—especially not another Alpha.
But still…
Being able to control someone who didn’t even know how to use their dick—guiding them, restricting their every move—just taking that part alone into account, yeah. Compared to when he’d first braced himself at the idea of tearing into Joo Taehyun’s ass, this was… honestly, a lot more tolerable.

If he could just avoid looking at Taehyun’s face, maybe he really could fuck him.
Seo Baekhan undid a few buttons at the top of his shirt, the ones he’d fastened all the way to his throat, and fully pressed his body down onto Taehyun’s back.
Every time his clothes brushed against Taehyun’s damp skin, a shallow, wet squelch echoed—like wringing out a rag soaked to the core.

Taehyun’s clothes were drenched with every kind of bodily fluid. They were no longer functioning as garments—just useless, dripping layers clinging to him. His entire frame was exposed beneath the fabric, every muscle and contour clearly visible. He looked like a cheap stripper, the kind who’d happily let someone dump water over him for a few tips and stand there, dripping, for the customer’s amusement.
If Joo Taehyun had always acted like a slut, it might’ve made sense. But seeing someone so gloomy, so cold and withdrawn, eyes now rolling back like this—completely lost in heat—yeah. It wasn’t Baekhan’s kink, but he couldn’t deny it: it was hot.
Is this why the Yunra Foundation heir stayed stuck to him for so damn long?

“Why… why aren’t you—hnngh… you said you’d… you said you would…”
As if overcome by emotion, Joo Taehyun suddenly twisted his body hard beneath him. Like hell you are. Seo Baekhan slammed him right back down, gripping the back of his neck with force and pinning him to the mattress. A gasp tore from Taehyun’s lips, and a wet sound followed from below—liquid dripping in a steady stream.
So he likes it rough, huh?
Came again already.

“I told you, don’t try to shove your cock in. Just keep grinding.”
“Uuh… ngh… Hyung… Hyung, please… do it…”
“Then what do you need to do, Joo Taehyun?”

Baekhan reached down and grabbed one side of Taehyun’s ass. He was so soaked with slick that Baekhan’s fingers kept slipping—it wasn’t easy to get a solid grip to adjust his position.
“You’ve got to move this.”
“Aah, ngh… ah…!”

“Just move the way you do when you’re getting fucked by another Alpha.”
“Another… Alpha?”
“Yeah.”

“Why…? I don’t see another Alpha. I haven’t seen one this whole time…”
Taehyun’s voice was dazed, dreamy, almost slurred—his words dangling at the edge of a sob.
“I don’t want that. Hyung, you said… you said you would. You said you’d fuck me… you promised you would, hyung… ngh, please…”

“…What?”
Taehyun weakly lifted his head, as if trying to look back at him—but he couldn’t fight against Baekhan’s hand keeping his face pressed down into the bedding. All he could do was pant, his hot breath catching against the mattress.
“I-It’s okay… you can… ngh, you can do it now. Fuck me however you want… Hyung… just, this time, please…”

Like a desperate animal rubbing itself against its owner for attention, Taehyun leaned into Baekhan’s palm, soaked with his sweat, pleading. His voice, thin and trembling, didn’t suit his tall, broad frame at all.
“This time, I really… ngh… I didn’t take that much Switch… Hyung…”
Baekhan’s eyes narrowed as he held Taehyun’s hips steady, guiding him to keep rubbing his fully swollen cock against the expensive silk cushion.

At first, he thought Taehyun was just mistaking him for someone he used to sleep with. But now… now it was clear. The words coming out of his mouth didn’t match the situation at all.
“…Joo Taehyun. Who are you calling out to right now? Cheon Seungpil? Some old partner?”
“Ngh… no… no one like that. There’s just you, Hyung… only you… I only see you… only you’re here… so…”

No way.
The way he kept saying “I don’t see any other Alpha,”
The way he begged over and over, “You promised you would this time,”

The way he searched for Hyung, desperately calling his name—
“Hyung, I like it… I really… like it…”
So the “hyung” he had been crying out for all this time…

“Baekhan… hyung…”
“…It was me?”