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“Bye! Drive safely!” Chanyeol calls.
“Thanks for everythin’! Be safe,” Kyungsoo says, as Junmyeon and Sehun drive off the farm.
Chanyeol turns to Kyungsoo. “I hope the foundation does get a lot of attention.”
Yesterday night, Sehun and Junmyeon revealed their plans to create a foundation that would raise awareness and legal funds for omegas in arranged marriages. Kyungsoo was amazed by the detail that had gone into them, and it was clearly something they’d been planning for a while. Chanyeol was so touched the waterworks had nearly started up again.
“I’m sure it will. Those two are great at what they do.”
Kyungsoo stretches his limbs and pops his back. He hasn’t done any proper farmwork in a hot second, only gathering what they could to sell on Sundays while preparing. He’s looking forward to getting back to his simple life involving no vile alphas or ridiculous drama. Just him and his omega, he hopes.
“So…” Chanyeol starts. “When Sehun and I were in town, we saw the coffee shop’s having another open mic night tomorrow. I can totally practice the song by then!”
Kyungsoo almost bursts out with a laugh. Chanyeol doesn’t even know the golden chance he’s placed in Kyungsoo’s hands. “Can you? You’ll have to master the whole song.”
“Course I can! Give me the day to practice and I’ll have it down pat by dinner time.”
“We still have some farmwork to do,” Kyungsoo reminds him. He chuckles when Chanyeol clicks his tongue.
“Right, right… Then I’ll have it perfected by midnight. Deal?” Chanyeol sticks out his hand for Kyungsoo to shake. He shakes it, and suddenly, his boldness overtakes him. Fuck the standards. He leans in to kiss the omega on the cheek, and Chanyeol jolts in surprise.
“Ehh?” Chanyeol says, hand hovering over where Kyungsoo put his lips. “But you, alpha… w-what was that for?!”
“I just… wanted to show my gratitude. Regardless of you bein’ an omega,” Kyungsoo says, unable to stop himself from smiling while looking at the blushing omega.
“Oh… Um, okay, well yeah, you’re welcome…” Chanyeol trails off, fingers touching his cheek. “Umm, okay then! I’ll be in the barn!” he blurts before taking off in the direction of their livestock. Kyungsoo walks back into the house and bursts into laughter by himself.
Chanyeol is so handsome even when he’s flustered.
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Chanyeol’s fingers practice the motions of the song as he waits for the oil to heat up. When it does, he places the salmon in and goes straight back to mimicking the motions.
“Flip it before that side gets burnt,” Kyungsoo reminds him as he works on his own vegetable dish.
“Yeees, alpha,” he answers as he flips the fish and then tries to remember the particular chord order of the second verse. Was there or was there not a change from the first verse? He can’t remember.
He recalls that there is and turns off the stove, humming the chorus and beginning to set the table. Kyungsoo lets him go over the song in his mind as they eat quietly.
“Thanks for the meal,” Chanyeol says as they finish, going to wash the dishes in record time to get the guitar out.
Kyungsoo snorts at him. “Just lemme do it. Go look at your damn sheet music.”
Chanyeol runs back to peck him on the cheek excitedly, then rushes to practice. The polished wood is already a familiar feeling to him, and he tunes it before he whips out the sheet music again. As he strums the notes the tune eats at him; it’s something distinctly familiar he hasn’t heard in a while, and it ticks off a part of him. Just what is this song? He pouts, not wanting to wait until tomorrow to find out the name.
He improvises his own melody by humming along, and that makes the music sound even more like something he knows. He clicks his tongue, re-doing a little part in the second verse he’s messing up the notes on.
Kyungsoo knocks on the doorframe. “Alright, dishes all done. Have you got it all done?”
“Almost, I only need the outro part.”
Kyungsoo settles on the bed next to him, watching the movement of his fingers as he tries to make the small adjustments of the final chorus.
“Okay, ready!” Chanyeol announces. Kyungsoo pulls out a sheet of paper with what must be lyrics written on it.
“Are you really ready?” Kyungsoo asks, staring straight at him. There’s a fierce determination in his eyes. Chanyeol’s impressed with how fired up he is for a coffee shop performance.
“Always am. Now I’ll count down,” Chanyeol says, tapping the counts on his guitar. 3, 2, 1, and Chanyeol gets to see Kyungsoo sing for him in full sight in all his glory.
Every day I hold you in my arms
I wake you with little kisses of love
What a good thing we have, you and I
And I sing you the songs you like
Every lyric that I write is for you
But I only know you
In my dreams, my love
Chanyeol closes his eyes, eyebrows furrowing as he immerses himself in the sound of Kyungsoo’s deep voice, rich and smooth like dark chocolate.
If only you were mine
The places I would bring you
To see you happy, to see you smile
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
There’s a gentle hand on his knee and he nearly flinches and messes up a note, doubling his focus on giving a performance worthy of Kyungsoo.
I would give you the whole world in a second
If only you were mine
He can feel Kyungsoo move closer to him on the bed and he almost begins holding his breath. A warm touch to his shoulder, then Kyungsoo’s hand is angling his chin towards him. Chanyeol’s eyes flutter open, and he finds Kyungsoo looking right at him. Close, far too close. With his sweet words and even sweeter voice, Chanyeol almost feels cornered.
I don’t want to wake from this dream
It’s you, the reason for my existence
In your eyes, I find my home
And there is no salvation
Chanyeol gulps. Kyungsoo’s eyes have an ocean of depth in them that he finds hard to grapple with. Do they mean what he thinks they mean? His fingers move only through muscle memory. His heart thumps loudly in his chest, fit to break out and drown him in his feelings.
If only you were mine
The places I would bring you
To see you happy, to see you smile
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do
I would give you the whole world in a second
If only you were mine
Chanyeol strums the last note, Kyungsoo closes his mouth. Chanyeol does hold his breath as Kyungsoo opens his mouth again, after a long moment.
“Do you understand?” His voice is gravelly, his eyes are shining.
“I-I…” Chanyeol stutters. Everything in him is screaming at him to say yes. Yes, he understands, he loves him, he’ll never leave. His heart beats so fast it’s almost painful.
“Chanyeol. Do you understand?”
Chanyeol can feel dizziness oncoming. He clutches at his chest, breathes in, and nods furiously.
“Tell me.” Kyungsoo lifts the guitar off his lap and puts a hand on his nape, which inexplicably calms him down enough to let him look into Kyungsoo’s eyes. Is it hope that they’re shining with?
“Tell me I’m not the only one who can’t live without you.”
The dams of Chanyeol’s tear ducts finally break, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he gasps, “I love you!”
Kyungsoo’s face, once pinched with tension, relaxes in ecstatic relief as Chanyeol wipes tears away with his sleeves. Chanyeol’s mouth wobbles as he starts to smile.
“Don’t, baby. I’ll get you tissues.”
Kyungsoo holds his hand and squeezes it tightly before taking a package of tissues off the nightstand. He uses a tissue to wipe tears from Chanyeol’s face, but it feels more like a caress than anything.
Chanyeol sits there weeping and sobbing, tears flowing even more when he tells himself to stop crying and talk to Kyungsoo. The alpha massages his waist the whole time.
“I… I h-have…” is all Chanyeol gets out before his voice cracks and he breaks out into sobs again.
“Only talk when you’re ready. I can wait,” Kyungsoo soothes. Chanyeol groans, almost affronted by how kind Kyungsoo is.
He breathes in deeply, calming his stuttering heart.
“I have s-something too,” Chanyeol says. “I’ll get it…”
Chanyeol goes to the nightstand in his room and opens up the drawer, taking out a little black box. A little chuckle escapes him at the absurd relief of it all. The man he loves, loves him back. Never in his life did Chanyeol believe he would find love at all, much less a love so passionate and real he can feel it down to his bones.
Every step back to Kyungsoo’s room feels like a mile. Why does Chanyeol’s heart pound like it wants to leave the cage of Chanyeol’s chest? How badly does his heart want to be with him?
Chanyeol doesn’t know if he can express it in words.
When he gently opens Kyungsoo’s bedroom door, the alpha gives him a warm smile. It calms Chanyeol, reminds him that the nerves are for nothing right now. He puts up his own shaky smile, and presents the box to Kyungsoo.
His eyes look between it and Chanyeol’s face. Slowly he reaches out and takes it.
“This isn’t a proposal, is it?”
“Uh! I-I was intending for this to be the step before that,” Chanyeol squeaks out, caught off-guard.
He opens it then, and Chanyeol nervously analyzes his unchanging expression as he looks at the shining silver rings. He’s still flat-faced as he gingerly picks one up and brings it closer to his eye. It starts up an irrational anxiety in Chanyeol. Quickly though, it’s washed away by the ever-so-slight blooming smile decorating Kyungsoo’s lips.
“They’re beautiful,” Kyungsoo says.
“Just like you!” Chanyeol blurts, trying to lower the tension he feels.
Before he knows it Kyungsoo’s hand is on his cheek, forcing him to look at the alpha. And again, too close, too quickly for his hammering heart to process, are Kyungsoo’s lips.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks, a gentleman down to the last second.
Chanyeol nods in lieu of words, and then their lips are meeting. It doesn’t spark fireworks in Chanyeol’s mind, it doesn’t make his heart pound harder. Instead it calms him. Kissing Kyungsoo is like coming home, finding the place he’s meant to be. Kyungsoo’s full lips move against his, so soft and plush, and Chanyeol is unable to help moaning into Kyungsoo’s mouth. He hasn’t kissed someone in a long time, and certainly not anyone who fulfills him like Kyungsoo does.
They break apart, and Kyungsoo’s scent is more prominent now. It entices Chanyeol, emboldens him to lean in again, licking against Kyungsoo’s mouth but not daring to actually enter. The temperature feels like it rises in the room. Chanyeol’s arousal certainly does. He tries to bring Kyungsoo in closer, grabbing by the short hair near his nape. They part again for breath, Kyungsoo panting now, which makes Chanyeol think of many, many situations they could be in.
“Here, baby,” Kyungsoo says roughly, and Chanyeol could get addicted to his voice like this. “Give me your hand.”
He does, and Kyungsoo slides the ring onto his finger. It feels like the promise Chanyeol wanted it to be. Kyungsoo gives his hand, and Chanyeol does the same.
“We’re… like mates now, aren’t we?” Chanyeol asks breathily.
Kyungsoo kisses him again instead of speaking; he kisses his ring, his cheek where his dimple must be, his scent glands at his neck. Chanyeol takes in a sharp breath, trembling from arousal.
“I can scent it, y’know. Do you want…?” Kyungsoo gently puts his hand on Chanyeol’s hip, fingering the waistband of his pants.
“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes,” Chanyeol says as he lies back against the pillows, kicking off his pants.
Kyungsoo wears this self-satisfied smirk that makes him look so gorgeously attractive as he helps Chanyeol peel his shirt and underwear off too.
“I’ve imagined this so many times,” Kyungsoo admits, tracing a hand down his chest.
“I’ve dreamed about this.”
“When I was in rut, all I could think about was you.”
Chanyeol lets out a small laugh at that. “Let’s make it a reality then.”
Kyungsoo smiles mischievously. “Do you even know what you’re askin’ for?” He lowers himself closer to Chanyeol. “You've never been eaten out, have you?”
“Um. N-No,” Chanyeol stutters, suddenly considering with great embarrassment the fact that he’s not exactly a sex god. “Uh. I haven’t had an amazing amount of sexual experiences… and usually not things that focused on me…”
He dips his head down and licks a stripe along Chanyeol's inner thigh. He yelps, drawing it back instinctively, then calming down.
“Sorry, I'm just…”
“No reason to be on edge, sunshine, just relax. I'm not gonna hurt you, promise.” Kyungsoo's hand massages one of his ass cheeks as he says it, and Chanyeol huffs out a laugh.
“I'll relax, don’t you worry…” But he can’t help but be a little tense, letting out a small noise as Kyungsoo drags his tongue across his hole, lapping up the slick that’s already leaking out of him.
“You taste so sweet, Chanyeol,” the alpha praises, voice gravelly. He whimpers, breathing out a “Thank you?”
Holding him open with his hands, Kyungsoo gently penetrates him with his tongue. Chanyeol can’t help but squirm a little, the feeling of the wet muscle inside him foreign. Kyungsoo peppers kisses along his thighs and ass, probably to try and get him to calm down.
He returns to kitten licks, tracing his tongue around Chanyeol’s hole in a way that makes him shiver.
“So damn sensitive…”
“S-Sorry…”
“Ain’t a bad thing.” He sucks a mark into Chanyeol’s thigh, and he squeaks. “Makes it way more fun, baby.”
He noses against Chanyeol’s balls, then slips his tongue into Chanyeol again, properly fucking him with it this time. The only thing keeping him in place is Kyungsoo’s firm grip, because Chanyeol can’t stop moaning and moving around. He slips in one finger, and Chanyeol pants out a curse as he rubs over his prostate.
“So wet, so tight, just perfect for me, aren’t you sunshine?” Chanyeol could drown in Kyungsoo's sexy voice as he looks up at him with those dark, blown pupils.
“Only for you, alpha.”
Kyungsoo gives him a deep groan in response, and he leaks out more slick that’s lapped up by Kyungsoo’s eager mouth. He presses a kiss straight on Chanyeol’s hole, diving back in with twice the vigor and he adds another finger. Getting tonguefucked and fingered is nearly overstimulating, and Chanyeol can’t stop the embarrassing noises that fall from his mouth. He muffles himself with a hand, feeling Kyungsoo move away from him only moments later.
“Don’t cover your noises,” he says, dipping down to kiss Chanyeol with his mouth still drenched in slick. Chanyeol shrieks in protest, slapping him on the shoulder. He moves off, not looking all that apologetic.
“I don't wanna taste my own slick,” Chanyeol complains.
“Why not? Tastes good as hell,” the alpha says, shamelessly licking his lips. Chanyeol scrunches his nose. He grabs the back of his neck to pull him in for another deep kiss. His own taste of yuzu and strawberry spreads across his tongue. He feels the heat of Kyungsoo’s cock through his briefs against his stomach. It’s hot, and heavy, and Chanyeol wants it so badly.
“Take off your clothes,” Chanyeol orders, but it comes out as more of a whine.
Kyungsoo sits up on his knees as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and pulls them down, unceremoniously. His briefs go off equally as nonchalantly. but it feels almost like an earth-shattering moment as Kyungsoo’s long, fat dick bounces out from its confines. How did that monstrous cock fit in there? Doesn’t Kyungsoo get tired lugging that thing around?
The alpha chuckles at his wide eyed look. “I’m more a grower than a shower.”
“The ratio…” he trails off, thinking about how that is going to fit inside him. He wasn’t hallucinating, there was no joke, Kyungsoo's monster dick is going to break him in half. And he’s going to die happy.
“Ratio of what?”
“Oh. Your size to dick size ratio. Equally as impressive as your size to strength ratio.”
That gets a laugh out of Kyungsoo, who leans down to kiss him again. His bare cock presses against their abdomens, and Chanyeol almost gasps at how hot it is. He positions it at Chanyeol’s entrance, thick head nudging against his hole that clenches around air. He rubs it around, coating it in the slick that is basically everywhere on Chanyeol’s ass. Chanyeol shivers again at the hot, hot feeling, needing it inside him right now.
“Kyungsoo, please, I'm ready…”
“Ah. Wait, we need condoms…” Kyungsoo says quietly. Chanyeol groans, but knows it’s necessary. Luckily they’re only in the nightstand drawer, and Kyungsoo leans over him to get them quickly. The alpha grits his teeth as he rolls it on, then is right back to prodding it at Chanyeol’s hole.
“Are you really ready this time?” he teases, getting a huff out of Chanyeol.
“Yes! Yes, my love, I'm ready, I need— oh!”
Chanyeol feels breathless as Kyungsoo slips the cockhead into him. He would be content with getting fucked just by this much, but there’s still so much to go. Chanyeol pants, as Kyungsoo slowly, carefully, pushes the rest of his length into him.
When he’s bottomed out to the top of his knot, Chanyeol feels like he can’t even breathe. He grabs the bedsheets in fistfuls. Slick leaks in thin rivulets out down his thighs, the rest plugged up by the thick cock shoved into him.
Kyungsoo laves his tongue around Chanyeol’s collarbones and neck, clearly attracted to his scent glands. Chanyeol grabs Kyungsoo's waist tightly with his legs, pulling them even closer together.
“Okay, Soo… Y-You can move.” Kyungsoo kisses his chest.
“Fuck, so beautiful, so fuckin’ tight…” he grumbles, pulling out just the slightest bit and pushing back in. The smallest drag of his cock against Chanyeol’s molten insides feels electric. Tears start leaking from his eyes, no matter how much he tries to blink them away. Kyungsoo gently brushes his wet cheeks with his thumbs.
“I’ll move proper now…” he says quietly, hips drawing back. Chanyeol lets out a long moan until he stops, and he moans again when he pushes back in.
“Fffuck,” Chanyeol pants. “So… so big. Feels so good.” He feels halfway to delirium.
“So beautiful,” Kyungsoo whispers. Chanyeol giggles, feeling revered. He breaks off into another yelp-ish groan as Kyungsoo pulls out all the way and thrusts back in hard.
“Warn meee,” Chanyeol whines again. Kyungsoo massages his hip and rolls his eyes at him, which makes him gasp in offense.
“Said I’d move proper, I did warn you.”
“Just fuck me you— hah…!” Kyungsoo snaps his hips into him, going deeper than Chanyeol’s ever felt it. He can’t stop the ‘ah-ah-ah’ noises falling from his lips as Kyungsoo's balls slap against his ass. Kyungsoo places his hands on the back of his knees and folds him in half. All of Chanyeol’s senses are tuned into Kyungsoo. His dark, half-lidded eyes are so deeply beautiful, and his pumped-up pheromones drive him crazy.
Kyungsoo isn’t very noisy during sex. “D-Do I feel good?” Chanyeol can’t help but ask.
Kyungsoo huffs out air through his nose. “I could die like this an’ be happy, that’s how good you feel.” The line would normally make Chanyeol laugh, but now it just makes him more teary and desperate.
“Please, harder, I’m close,” Chanyeol begs, starting to clench around Kyungsoo’s cock in preparation for his knot. “More, deeper, more!
“You’re so greedy,” Kyungsoo says, not stopping his thrusts even as he suckles on one of Chanyeol’s sensitive nipples. He whimpers. The alpha massages his chest as he does it like he thinks milk will come out. He pops off to ask, “Knot’s big. Can you really take it?”
A fire is lit within Chanyeol. “Yes! I-I can! knot me, fuck, I need it!”
Instead of responding, Kyungsoo flips him onto his stomach while he’s still inside, which makes him wail of pleasure. Pulling him up on his knees with his face buried into a pillow, Kyungsoo bruises his hips with the grip he’s got and pounds into him, knot swelling against his ass. Tears are flowing from his eyes freely now.
“F-Fuck, fuck, agh!” Chanyeol is practically screaming into the pillow when the knot finally stretches him open and slips into his ass, filling him up so incredibly and leaving him completely breathless.
Kyungsoo rolls his hips against him, constantly stimulating his prostate. Chanyeol reaches a hand back to start fisting his cock, moaning even more as he finally touches his neglected dick.
His hand speeds up as Kyungsoo laves his tongue over his shoulder blades. Chanyeol seizes up, clenching furiously around Kyungsoo’s knot and wailing as he comes, with the thought that Kyungsoo would be marking his neck if he could reach from this position. Kyungsoo bites into his skin and comes, flooding the condom with hot cum. Kyungsoo's orgasm is long, and he moans lowly as it keeps going and warming Chanyeol’s already hot insides. This surely would be enough inside him to round out his stomach without the condom.
Chanyeol's knees slide out from under him. He groans as he feels his own come stick to his stomach and Kyungsoo drops with him as well. The alpha plasters himself along Chanyeol’s back, planting kisses everywhere.
“Chanyeol,” Kyungsoo says quietly. “Do you ever want a mark on you?”
Chanyeol takes a moment to think about this question that will determine how his life will go. But he finds nothing but confidence and hope in this future that they’ll have together.
“…I love you, Kyungsoo,” Chanyeol says. “I know the day will come, when we’re ready. One day, I promise, but even now, I only want to be yours.”
“I'll be yours for the rest of my life, sunshine,” he breathes out, nosing the spot on the left side of Chanyeol’s nape, the place Chanyeol knows he’ll have a bite one day. They lay on their sides, still knotted. Kyungsoo rubs a hand over his stomach, patting and stroking it. It's rather calming.
“You’re mine. You can never, ever leave me,” Chanyeol says, suppressing the growl in his voice as possessiveness overcomes him.
“Wasn’t ever thinkin’ of it.”
Chanyeol nearly falls asleep with the knot inside him as the alpha hums him a tune. He blinks awake, though, when Kyungsoo gently pulls out. Chanyeol cracks his bones stretching. He pulls Kyungsoo in for another kiss.
“I love you,” Chanyeol says, because he feels like it. Because he knows it.
“Love you too,” Kyungsoo says back. Chanyeol feels flowers blooming in his heart, like spring has come again. Sincerity shows through his every word, his soft expression, his open body language.
Chanyeol pulls Kyungsoo into his hold and cuddles the alpha like he’s a teddy bear. “Mine, my alpha, nobody else can have you,” Chanyeol says again. If he has Kyungsoo, then everything will be okay.