Dirty Switch

“Hyung…”

It came out like a breath, more plea than word.
Seo Baekhan ignored it, continuing to trace Joo Taehyun’s face with his fingers. After lingering near his lips, he poked at his cheek, then let a curved knuckle slide from the brow bone down the bridge of his nose. When his thumb idly stroked the ridge from cheekbone to ear, Taehyun couldn’t stop the low, shivering breath that slipped out of him.
Baekhan’s breath tickled above his philtrum, and the peach scent brushing past his nose was sweet enough to make him want to die. All of it—every touch—morphed into a thundering heartbeat that pounded against his ears, shaking his whole body from the inside.

“…Ah. Yeah. This must be it.”
Rather than someone about to have sex, Baekhan looked more like a scholar dissecting a mystery as he studied Taehyun’s face—until he suddenly mumbled as if making a discovery.
“I didn’t think it was Omega pheromones that time, but… it definitely smelled different from your usual scent.”

That’s right. This was it. Baekhan’s prominent nose ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) pressed harder into Taehyun’s cheek as if trying to chase the trail of the scent.
“Kind of like… grass or something.”
He didn’t seem to care at all that their skin was practically stuck together. He inhaled so close their shallow breaths synced, their small movements mirrored.

Only Taehyun was left to fidget uncomfortably, enduring the scrutiny.
Taehyun liked Seo Baekhan every single day. Just like sleeping or drinking water, loving him had become automatic, routine. At some point, he stopped trying to find a reason. It was just what he did. Like a habit, like a condition for existing as a person—he loved Baekhan.
He’d grown out of the phase of staying up all night with longing, like a teenage boy, but just because the flames had quieted didn’t mean his feelings had ever lessened.

And now that the man he liked was burying his face in his body… of course he couldn’t move.
At Yeonhwagung, when we… did it… was he like this then, too? Was he chasing my scent like this back then?
For the first time, Taehyun regretted not remembering that night. Not the parts where he was begging or crying, or being pounded senseless—but these fleeting, tingling moments. He wished he had even one of those saved in his mind.

People’s hearts are so damn fickle. Just days ago, he’d wanted to shoot himself in the head, and now he was giddy over a soft kiss, desperately trying to remember his first time.
This time, I won’t forget. I’ve had a little to drink, but I’m not drunk. Even if Baekhan ends up wrecking me—I’ll remember it all…
As that thought ran through him, Baekhan pulled him in tighter, redirecting his attention.

“H-Hyung, wa—ugh…”
It felt amazing—almost too much—to be this close, but Taehyun was starting to worry about how hard he was getting. At this rate, Baekhan was definitely going to feel it. He opened his mouth to say something, but Baekhan moved like he’d been waiting, pushing him down onto the sofa bed.
Was it because he didn’t like being called hyung? Taehyun flinched, shrinking inward for a second. But then Baekhan braced himself on either side of his head, leaning in close.
It almost felt silly to say now, but Seo Baekhan was… stunning. The soft lighting in the room threw shadows over his already sharp features, and his shirt, tailored to perfection, showed off his arms and shoulders like a painting. Even though they lived in a country with royalty, it felt like sacrilege to compare—but tonight, he really did look like a prince out of a storybook.

“…I can feel it, but why can’t I place it…”
With each blink, Baekhan nuzzled into a new part of him, sniffing along his skin. It would’ve been weirder not to get hard by now.
Every low murmur from Baekhan’s lips sent a pulse through Taehyun’s groin, to the point where just a brush of hair against his nape made pre-cum pearl at the tip of his cock.

“You get wet even without Switch, huh?”
He’d only gotten a little slick—barely anything. But somehow, Baekhan noticed. His voice buzzed against Taehyun’s earlobe as he mouthed it lightly.
It didn’t sound mocking. If anything, he sounded faintly pleased. That comforted Taehyun… a little.

But that’s not right… I don’t. I never…
He felt wrongly accused, but was too scared to say anything in case his words killed the mood. So he just swallowed dryly, unable to protest.
“Hu—hng…!”

Before the saliva had even gone down his throat, Baekhan kissed him again. Just a light touch. But it was so sudden that Taehyun let out a noise he couldn’t even identify—a hiccup between a gasp and a moan.
At the same time, Baekhan’s hand slipped behind his neck, cradling it.
The gesture was strange. It felt supportive, like he was holding him gently—but also possessive, like a master gripping the scruff of a pet.

But that wasn’t what mattered. What mattered was that Taehyun’s lips parted slightly from the surprise—and Baekhan didn’t miss that opening.
He’d once wondered why people distinguished between kisses and pecks when they were technically the same act. But he understood now. He understood the moment Baekhan’s tongue slipped into his mouth, tapped his teeth, and dragged along his palate.
“Mn… ngh…”

Unlike the steady progression before, this kiss was messy. Intentionally so. Even Taehyun, completely inexperienced, could tell Baekhan knew how to use his tongue in the dirtiest ways possible.
“…Why are you so bad at this?”
He murmured it with a laugh, lips still pressed to his. Not cruelly—but as if he couldn’t believe it.

Taehyun just panted softly, unable to say anything back.
Because it’s my first time…
First time…

Right. My first.
He knew better than to give it meaning. This wasn’t love. Baekhan was only doing this to fix the pheromone issue. It wasn’t about romance or firsts or anything sweet like that…
But still, it felt too good.

With every breath, the deep peach scent filled his nose. He didn’t even climax, but his toes curled, his inner thighs spasmed. He felt like he was cracking open from the inside.
And his hole… kept twitching. Like it knew exactly who this pheromone belonged to. Like it had been waiting for this very moment to be filled again.
Dirty Switch? He could’ve swallowed a hundred, a thousand of them, and still wouldn’t have felt this high.

“Haa, haah, ngh…”
As Taehyun struggled to breathe, Baekhan bit down sharply on his lower lip, finally ending the kiss. It was on that spot—the one he’d teased before. The sensitive one. The “obscene” one.
Looking down at the gasping wreck he’d made, Baekhan chuckled.

“Mhm. Your strange scent really does get me worked up.”
His hand pressed into Taehyun’s neck, then slid down his chest and ribs. There was a hint of confusion in the way he moved—uncertainty.
“But it doesn’t quite feel like a pheromone disorder either…”

He could tell something was different, that much was clear. His body was responding. But not in a way that matched any typical anomaly he knew.
“There must be a reason why the Crown Prince, even with a marked partner, reacted that violently.”
Marked.
The word hit like a slap. Taehyun flinched, turning his head away to avoid Baekhan’s eyes.

He hadn’t had time—or the clarity—to look into one-sided imprinting in detail. But maybe the reason Baekhan wasn’t rejecting his pheromones like Yi Hwang did was exactly that. Even if it was a one-sided mark, surely the one emitting it wouldn’t feel discomfort from their own bond.
Until now, he’d been in denial—maybe it wasn’t really imprinting. But that last kiss shattered all of it.
What stronger proof could there be? The fact that Baekhan could kiss him—a man—meant everything had changed.

His brain, warped and reckless from being so in love, had begun preparing his body like an Omega the moment it got even the faintest hope.
“Mmh.”
Apparently done observing, Baekhan began unbuttoning his shirt without even getting up. He wasn’t showing any signs of dislike. Not if he was getting undressed.

Taehyun glanced up just in time to notice the bulge in Baekhan’s thigh—and blushed hard.
He’s hard… after kissing me…
Suddenly embarrassed, he kept his focus on the sound of buttons coming undone, trying to steady himself as his eyes grew hot and wet.

“Taehyun.”
“Ah… y-yes!”
Startled, he fumbled to unbutton his own shirt. It wasn’t like he was getting dressed—he just had to take it off—so why were his hands trembling this badly?

He tried to mask his nerves by shifting his body, coughing lightly, and making a whole mess of himself.
Baekhan, now straddling his lap, raised one eyebrow in disbelief at the chaos.
Even that amused smirk looked amazing.

Taehyun didn’t realize Baekhan’s gaze kept drifting downward until too late. And when he did, he assumed it was directed at him—until he followed it and realized…
Baekhan was looking at his own thigh.
Specifically, the hard bulge pressing against his pants.

“Um… Hyung?”
“Mhm.”
He’s aroused too. I’m not the only one reacting to this.

Then… were those looks from earlier a signal? A way of saying Now it’s your turn? They’d kissed. Wasn’t this the natural next step?
“Is it… my turn now?”
“Your turn? What turn?”

“Well, since you… kissed me, I figured… I should, um, do it for you now…”
Baekhan thought he was sexually experienced. So if he wasn’t jumping in now, wouldn’t that seem suspicious? He had teased him for being bad at kissing earlier. Maybe the staring wasn’t about his own arousal—but wondering why Taehyun wasn’t doing anything.
“Do what?”

“…With my mouth. Here.”
Ah. But he said I was bad at kissing. Will I be any good at this?
I just have to imagine melting down a soft-serve ice cream, right?
“Wait. Hold on—Taehyun.”

Before he could be stopped, Taehyun slid down and knelt between Baekhan’s legs. The bruises on his knees screamed in pain, but he grit his teeth and bore it, unwilling to let Baekhan notice.
“What kind of bastards have you been sleeping with—no, never mind.”
Judging from that, maybe he didn’t look like a complete virgin? That was a relief. Baekhan sighed hard through his nose, clearly exasperated. The bulge in his pants even seemed slightly diminished.

Taehyun panicked. Why?
Oh, right—Baekhan said he liked to lead everything. Maybe I came on too strong?
It was too late to back out. He’d already nestled between Baekhan’s thighs, his hand resting on the zipper.
He couldn’t even bring himself to look at Baekhan’s face. All he could do was focus, slowly unzipping his pants, hoping that physical stimulation would get him hard again.

“…Huh?”
But when he pulled the zipper down and eased back the waistband of Baekhan’s underwear, he froze.
A thick, heavy cock sprang out—and Taehyun could only stare.

Wait… is this… even human?
“Hyung. Is this really… did this actually go inside me?”
It was enormous.

The question flew out of him without going through his brain.
More shocking still—Baekhan’s cock visibly throbbed and swelled, getting harder the moment Taehyun asked.