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Naturally, Seungcheol fussed like crazy when he finally saw Seungkwan’s texts from the previous night, trying to rush everyone home. There was nothing to worry about - all that adrenaline that came from Hansol’s burst of alpha aggression exhausted them both and soon drifted to sleep after their frenzied, frantic makeout session. They’d awoken at Jeonghan’s victorious cry of “See, Cheollie, I told you nothing happened!” Though he immediately squawked at the sight of all the bite marks littering Seungkwan’s neck, down past his collarbone. Hansol let out a sleepy little growl and Jeonghan quickly covered them with a blanket.

After that, Hansol is clingy in a way he’s never been before. Almost as if he thinks Seungkwan is going to change his mind and run away from him again. He’s constantly close to Seungkwan, following him even when they’re working; Seungkwan energetically moving across the stage with Hansol two steps behind him. His ever present second shadow.  It reminds Seungkwan of their trainee days, when Hansol never left his side even for a moment. Following him even into the bathroom. That kind of thinking makes Seungkwan’s heart turn all gooey. He fawns over Hansol even more, pinching his cheeks, nuzzling his nose, and Hansol takes it all in with a content, peaceful smile on his face. 

The rest of the pack is too relieved that the tense bubble between them has finally dissipated to even tease them about it at first. They’re so supportive to the point that they help indulge Hansol’s needy behavior. Hansol, sitting silently in on vocal unit’s riotous lunches, head resting on Seungkwan’s shoulder. Hansol, pulling Seungkwan onto his lap in the studio, talking tracks over with Seungcheol. Even Chan keeps his mouth shut whenever Seungkwan comes down to their floor to hang out, clinging to Hansol’s shoulders, though Seungkwan knows he wants to insult them. 

“It’s okay,” he tells Chan, watching the way his nose scrunches at how Seungkwan is feeding Hansol bites from his own plate. “You can say whatever’s on your mind, Lee Chan.”

“Gross,” is his rapid response. “You guys are so gross.”

“Cute!” is the word Junhui and Soonyoung use. Joshua and Jeonghan say the same thing, but in a much more teasing manner that makes Seungkwan want to hide away.

“A couple,” Minghao and Wonwoo sigh like it’s the worst thing Hansol and Seungkwan could be.

Well. That’s what they are, isn’t it? A couple. It’s a lot to take in but Seungkwan isn’t overwhelmed by it. Not anymore. It’s a revelation, to lean into the natural instinct to be with Hansol at all times. He’s the first person Seungkwan wants to see in the morning when he wakes and he wants Hansol to bite him before they go to sleep. The little rituals that have been years in the making become actual real habits. It feels so domestic. Seungkwan understands the term ‘honeymoon phase’ with real clarity because he can’t stop smiling, humming, feeling lighter than air all because of Hansol’s grounding presence.

Of course, the reality of their lives doesn’t change. Work will always come first for Seungkwan, and they’re still idols so they have to fulfill their obligations which take up so many hours of their days. The new honesty between them, freshly bloomed, means that Hansol discards the unaffected mask he usually adopts whenever they don’t get to spend time together.

“Sol-ah, don’t make that face,” Seungkwan says as he gets ready for a long day of back-to-back filming schedules, Hansol watching him sleepily from bed. 

“M’not making a face,” Hansol mutters. Oh, he’s really pouting. Cute. He makes grabby hand motions at Seungkwan who bites back a fond sigh, walking over so he can press a kiss to Hansol’s forehead. Hansol snatches Seungkwan’s wrist, shamelessly scenting there before kissing the spot for good measure.

Seungkwan feels winded by the wave of affection that rises in him. “I’ll wait for you here when I’m done,” he says impulsively, even though he knows it’ll be at least another twelve hours before they see each other next. Between that and Hansol’s plans with his music producer friends, it’s probably why Hansol is extra mopey today.

Hansol instantly brightens at Seungkwan’s words. “Really?” If he had a tail, it would be wagging.

Seungkwan laughs. “Yes, really.”

And he does. He’s dead on his feet by the time he’s finished and it takes everything to resist the temptation to go to his own room to crash. He cleans up the best he can with the spare products he has in Hansol’s room, a mental reminder that he should order an extra set already. Seungkwan takes a nice, long shower, using Hansol’s soap and puts on one of Hansol’s extra big shirts, before settling into bed.

Sleeping isn’t on the agenda. He has a lot of people to text, a lot of articles to read. Plus his alpha to see later. But surrounded by Hansol’s crisp, clean scent in his bed, it’s only too easy. It’s the sound of the door opening, and Hansol’s renewed scent filling the room that gets Seungkwan to stir again. 

“Oomph,” he mumbles when Hansol’s weight settles on top of him. He whines a little when cold hands cup his face but opening his eyes to see Hansol’s delighted expression is a treat. “Welcome home,” Seungkwan whispers, reaching out to tuck a lock of hair behind Hansol’s ear.

“You came,” is all Hansol says in response.

Seungkwan squints at him, still partly asleep. “‘Course I did. I said I would, didn’t I?”

Hansol pushes the blanket aside so that he can get at Seungkwan’s neck, breathing him in. “You smell like me,” he mutters, dazed by his own observation. Seungkwan bites back a snicker, patting the top of Hansol’s head.

“Yes, that’s what happens when I sleep in your bed,” he replies snarkily. Hansol doesn’t even respond to the tease, starting to kiss up his neck. Seungkwan sighs happily at the touch, nestling further into the covers, content to let Hansol do as he likes. 

He’s ready to drift off again when Hansol starts talking again. “I used to dream of this.” He punctuates his words with a lingering kiss against Seungkwan’s scent gland. “You in my bed… smelling like me…” Hansol trails off, embarrassed, but Seungkwan’s beaming at him.

“Sollie,” Seungkwan coos, pinching his ear. He is so cute, and Seungkwan tells him so, Hansol huffing when he does. He lifts his face out of Seungkwan’s neck to consider him with pursed lips. 

“Don’t laugh,” Hansol says, poking Seungkwan’s cheek. “I know it’s silly, but I just wanted to be close to you. In whatever way you’d let me.”

Seungkwan feels warm down to the tips of his toes. “You can be close,” he tells him in a soft voice. “Hansol you - you can ask for whatever you want. You can have it. Okay?”

Hansol’s eyes narrow. “Whatever I want,” he repeats childishly, “then… I want a kiss.”

Heat floods Seungkwan’s cheeks but he leans up to press his lips against Hansol’s. When he pulls away, an expression of pure awe has settled on Hansol’s face. He blinks down at Seungkwan, breathing heavily. “Oh,” he says softly and Seungkwan bites his lip. 

“You can have it,” he says again and Hansol presses him down further into the bed, capturing his mouth again. It’s hot and heady this time and Seungkwan feels a vibration in his chest coming from deep within him. He’s purring. There’s no time to be amazed over that because Hansol is pulling at the blanket between them and Seungkwan is quick to assist him, welcoming him into the cradle of his arms. 

The weight of Hansol atop him is both calming and electrifying. Hansol slides a leg in between his thighs and Seungkwan lets out a surprised noise into his mouth before relaxing.

They don’t do very much talking or sleeping that night.

-

The pack’s goodwill dies down with the scenting. No one really reacts to the biting since Hansol has the decency to do it in private, with only the occasional eye roll or suggestive glance at the sight of Seungkwan’s marked up neck. But Seungkwan isn’t prepared for the spike in Hansol’s scenting. Hansol does it frequently, shamelessly, in front of members. His neck, his wrists, behind his ears. Even after adding scent blocker afterwards, Seungkwan is so drenched in it, other people begin to notice as well. He was horrified when one of the stylists asked if he’d picked up a new blocker.

Hansol’s scent is usually very pleasant, fresh pine with a smokier undertone that people have called soothing. But somehow it’s gotten… more intense, to the point where the beta members automatically wrinkle their nose whenever Seungkwan walks into the room, carrying Hansol’s scent with him.

“He smells different,” Junhui tries to explain as delicately as possible. “Like ah, hm. More… pungent?”

“Marking his territory,” Jihoon cuts in bluntly. Seungkwan gasps, scandalized, even more so by the general hum of agreement. Hansol doesn’t say anything but there’s a small self-satisfied smirk on his face that makes Seungkwan want to scream.

But it’s not as if Seungkwan’s innocent in this. After all, it only started when he noticed Hansol’s excitement to Seungkwan wearing his clothes, and then smelling like him. The first time he walked around in only Hansol’s shirt and tiny exercise shorts, he’d gotten pushed up against the wall and kissed so thoroughly that his toes curled. Is it really Seungkwan’s fault for encouraging Hansol when he’s going to get kissed like that?

Still, it’s particularly humiliating when someone outside the company can identify that something has shifted with Seungkwan’s scent. Seungkwan and Mingyu go to film Amazing Saturday and Seungkwan nearly trips over his feet when after filming Kibum comments that Seungkwan smelled a little off today. 

Mingyu is annoyed on his behalf, complaining on the car ride home. “Isn’t it too excessive? Vernonie is really acting out now! Say something, Seungkwan!”

Hansol is amused when Seungkwan brings it up to him later, recounting his day when they’re curled up in bed; Hansol’s back against the headboard with Seungkwan perched securely in his lap. “So, Mingyu says you’re misbehaving,” Seungkwan concludes, a touch haughty. 

Hansol hums, his hands sliding from where they’re curled around Seungkwan’s hips down to his thighs. “Is that what hyung thinks?” he says mildly, squeezing at bare skin. Seungkwan's breath stutters when his fingertips slip up past the hem of Seungkwan’s shorts. “I think I’m being good though.” 

Seungkwan flicks the tip of his nose. “Don’t be cute,” he says, trying to sound a little scolding. Trying to sound like he doesn’t like it, even though he does. So much. “No one else is going to scent me, there’s no need to go overboard.”

Hansol laughs lightly, leaning in to graze his teeth against Seungkwan’s neck. “Overboard,” he echoes, mocking Seungkwan’s words. “I’ll show you overboard.”

Seungkwan’s pulse flutters when Hansol bites down. His hands come down to grip at Hansol’s forearms, squeezing at the muscle there. Hansol hums in approval, sucking a mark into Seungkwan’s skin that’s sure to bloom dark purple later.

This is one major change between them. Before whenever Seungkwan let Hansol bite him, there was an unspoken rule between them that they wouldn’t let it go too far. Sometimes Seungkwan’s gasps would break off into a moan that they would both never acknowledge. Sometimes Seungkwan could smell the beginnings of Hansol’s arousal and would push him off before Hansol got too carried away. They toed that line for years, neither of them crossing it.

Now, Seungkwan can feel the outline of Hansol’s erection, the alpha shamelessly grinding up against Seungkwan while he’s got his teeth in Seungkwan’s neck. Seungkwan throws his head back, opening his legs so that Hansol can rock right up into the center of him. “Hansooool,” he whines, nails digging hard into Hansol’s skin. Now, they can do this sort of shameless thing, exhilarating in its newness. 

Hansol inhales sharply, pausing in his movements. “Shit, you’re wet,” he groans, voice hoarse. “Shiiiit, Boo I can smell you.” 

Seungkwan whines back. Hansol’s right, Seungkwan is wet, can feel how the fabric of his panties are sticking to his folds. Flustered, he attempts to cover his face with his hands but Hansol is quick to pull them away, peppering kisses all over Seungkwan’s flushed cheeks.

“Don’t be shy,” Hansol croons in a low voice that Seungkwan’s never heard him use. It makes his stomach clench hotly. Embarrassing but exciting too. He accepts Hansol’s next kiss with little protest, allowing Hansol to eagerly lick into his mouth. Starts the rocking motions back up, small pulses of pleasure jolting through him as Hansol guides him with hands firmly clasping his hips. 

It feels good. Good enough that Seungkwan can try to forget how indecent he’s being right now, grinding down against Hansol’s dick through the barrier of their clothes, chasing that thrilling feeling. He’s not too far gone though because when Hansol slides down a hand to the  waistband of his shorts, presumably to slide inside, Seungkwan is instantly seized with self-consciousness. “Don’t,” he gasps out, wriggling backwards.

To his credit, Hansol does stop right away, dragging Seungkwan back with a reassuring croon. “Okay, baby.” He puts his hand back where it was, rubbing at Seungkwan’s hip. Seungkwan feels a little foolish, but the arousal in Hansol’s scent hasn’t faded even a little bit, the spiciness still stinging Seungkwan’s nose. Hansol isn’t disappointed, he still wants him. He wants Seungkwan, the heat of it is making his mouth water. Hansol leans forward, nuzzling at Seungkwan’s neck, kissing his scent gland until Seungkwan is shivering in his hold again. “I won’t look,” he murmurs against Seungkwan’s neck. “You can use me however you want, get off like this, right Boo?”

Heat bursts through him, his body’s immediate reaction to Hansol’s unexpected words. “Sollie,” Seungkwan gasps, and Hansol only kisses his neck again. He spreads his legs to give Seungkwan better leverage, grinding back up into him, still hot and hard beneath him. Seungkwan can’t help the undulation of his hips and Hansol groans loudly.

They move like that, frantic and frenzied, Hansol’s stupid sexy voice dripping filth, telling Seungkwan how good he smells, how wet he must be. Seungkwan, absurdly turned on, can do nothing but move down more aggressively, unable to control the litany of soft noises leaving his mouth. 

When Seungkwan rubs at the right angle, brushing right against his clit, a loud cry breaks out of him. Hansol stiffens below him as Seungkwan clutches at his shoulders for purchase, moving more desperately now, chasing that electric friction.

“Mm, ah! Sol-ah!” Seungkwan cries, the heat in his stomach building into an inferno. Hansol holds him steady, letting Seungkwan hump down on him like an animal without complaint. So much slick is leaking out of his hole, soaking his pussy through his panties. If he wasn’t so desperate to come, there might be some residual worry that he’s leaking all over Hansol too.

As it is, Hansol is just as eager for Seungkwan to come. He won’t shut up about it, in fact. “Feels good?” he coos, hand sneaking up Seungkwan’s shirt to palm at bare skin. His touch sharpens the already overwhelming pleasure to the edge. “Gonna come like this baby, get me all wet?” He punctuates his words with a sudden twist to Seungkwan’s nipple. 

That’s all Seungkwan needs. He sobs through his orgasm, a fresh wave of slick pouring out of him. Hansol continues to pet him as he comes, rubbing his nipples, praising him for being so good, coming so pretty for Hansol. For Hansol, yes. For his alpha. 

He’s so lost in the vibrant hum of his body, it barely registers when Hansol gently dislodges him from his lap and lays him out on the bed, hovering atop him. Seungkwan stares up hazily up at Hansol’s hungry expression, pupils blown black with arousal.

“Can I see?” Hansol asks. He sounds wrecked. Seungkwan is going to melt right into the bed. He bites his lip and nods. At his permission, Hansol drags Seungkwan’s shorts off in an instant. At the sight of Seungkwan’s soaked panties sticking to his pussy lips, Hansol scent burns hot with alpha arousal. 

“Fuck,” Hansol grounds out in a rough voice, at odds to how reverently he peels off Seungkwan’s panties. “Fuuuck, Seungkwan you’re perfect. Your pussy is so - “

He curses again and then his cock is out. Seungkwan licks his lips at the sight, huge and swollen, and Hansol’s eyes are trained on his form as he begins to jerk off. It’s hot, that’s the only word for it, to see Hansol hard and leaking, breath coming out in harsh pants, tugging on his cock because of Seungkwan. 

Seungkwan feels too good and floaty from his orgasm to be self conscious anymore. He settles back on the bed, spreading his legs even more for Hansol, delighting in the way he groans. “Look,” Seungkwan demands, spreading himself wide, so Hansol can see how he’s glistening. “Look at how wet I got for you.”

Hansol’s whole body jerks at that, hand faltering on his cock. Seungkwan doesn’t know what feral entity possesses him but he slips his fingers between his folds, rubbing at wet, sensitive flesh. Arching his back. Teasing. 

“ Seungkwan,” Hansol chokes. Seungkwan doesn’t even have the chance to think about playing some more because it only takes two more pumps for Hansol to finish. He shoots right onto Seungkwan’s stomach, Seungkwan letting out a little gasp at the warm cum that splatters on his skin. Hansol seems stunned by his orgasm, hand still working his cock slowly, teasing more of his cum out. 

Seungkwan tentatively rubs at the cum that dripped onto his stomach, swirling it around. Hansol groans loudly at that, deep from his chest, practically a growl. Seungkwan shivers. There’s this urge rising inside Seungkwan, trembling in his muscles, to go limp and lax. For Hansol. For alpha. To let him cover his body, in between his legs. To fuck deep inside him and claim him properly. Make him all Hansol’s. 

It’s kind of scary. That pure physical need pulsing through him even though he’s already come. Hansol is right there but Seungkwan still wants him closer. There’s a little voice inside, stressed and scared, that wants to hide. Run, even. But Hansol is gazing upon him with such amazed affection bright on his face, that it’s impossible. How could Seungkwan ever want to run from him?  

So when Hansol shakes out of his state, surging down to kiss him stupid, Seungkwan ignores that voice and leans into the part of him that’s still preening with pleasure. Wraps his arms and legs all around Hansol to pull him in closer. As close as they can get.

“Sorry for saying that your leash on Hansol was short before,” Jeonghan says out of nowhere before vocal unit practice, “hyung was wrong, I can admit it.”  

Seungkwan scrunches his nose at him, not comprehending. To be fair, he’s also dazed from a lack of sleep as Hansol had woken him up in the early morning, hungry for his touch. Seungkwan had relented, sleepily tilting his head back for kisses that went from sweet to savage in a matter of minutes, turning his brain into goop. 

The last few weeks have been spent exploring their bodies, with their hands and mouths, in whatever free time between schedules they can. Seungkwan thought he had known intimacy, especially with Hansol, with how much they had shared over the years. He thought he knew Hansol’s scent, his skin, his voice - thought that occupying the same space for so many years was enough to make him an expert on Hansol. 

How foolish of him to think that. There were so many things that Seungkwan had been unaware of. Hansol’s hunger first and foremost, so voracious and relentless that it sparks up Seungkwan’s own dormant hunger. It’s an entirely different intimacy, to be this tangled up in Hansol, panting into his mouth as Hansol slips his fingers inside him. Curling them up to rub against his sensitive walls in slow careful exploration. Learning about Seungkwan too. 

Hansol is obsessed with his body. This isn’t Seungkwan having an inflated ego, Hansol literally said it out loud the first time he ever made Seungkwan come while fingering him, thumb pressed firmly against his clit with three fingers spreading his pussy wide. Awestruck while Seungkwan wept from the sensation. Hansol is fascinated with his pleasure, learning quickly how to wring it from his body, which is how he had got Seungkwan to climax so early this morning, mouthing at his nipples and pumping his fingers inside until Seungkwan had gushed all over them.

“Kwannie likes being full,” Hansol had whispered in the aftermath, smugness radiating off him in a thick wave that made Seungkwan’s nose itch. He looked unreal, the gray morning light illuminating him in an unearthly glow. Devastatingly beautiful. Seungkwan couldn’t even argue with him, especially when he returned the favor by taking Hansol’s cock into his mouth, letting him slowly fuck his mouth. They’d been careful, knowing Seungkwan had vocals later, Hansol not pushing the limits. He kept his hand wrapped around the base of his cock and pulled out when he was about to finish, Seungkwan suckling at the head until Hansol’s salty cum flooded his mouth.

Seungkwan blinks out of that memory with his cheeks flushed pink. Jeonghan’s considering him with a knowing little smirk. Seungkwan rushes to find a response to his comment, stumbling out of that dimly lit bedroom back to reality.

“...You’ve never said anything like that to me before,” is what he settles on, peevish to hide how flustered he is.

Jihoon snorts. “Not out loud.”

Joshua hums in agreement. “Right? Like, I thought Vernon was bad before. But turns out we didn’t even know how bad he could be.”

“He cut off the leash,” Seokmin says, looking concerned. “Hansol did! Now he’s misbehaving. It’s crazy to see, isn’t it?”

Jeonghan shrugs. “Vernonie’s always been a big bad alpha around Seungkwannie.”

Seungkwan is offended on his alpha’s behalf. “Hey! Hansol is behaving!” he protests. 

And he has! They came up with a deal. Hansol has to be on his best behavior in public, and Seungkwan “rewards” him for that behavior. Hansol’s staring problem is not something any force  on this Earth can ever get rid of, but he doesn’t growl or protest when Seungkwan interacts with another alpha outside the pack. Even better, he stays perfectly still whenever Seungkwan approaches his side, touching his ears or cooing at him, only humming with that placid expression he’s managed to perfect.

Though, that’s for work. In private… yes, perhaps this is all coming from the fact that neither Seungkwan or Hansol are exactly quiet when they’re messing around. Seungkwan is a loud person, he always has been, and Hansol never shuts up whenever they’re alone. He can’t refute that. So. There's that. Seungkwan’s ears burn and he stays quiet for the rest of practice, pouting.

He has a full day so he won’t get to see Hansol until later that night. Seungkwan knows that Hansol is going to be in the studio for a while with Beomju and Seungcheol, brainstorming lyrics. They’re going to be very busy soon, starting preparations for their full album, so Seungkwan resists the urge to text him, not wanting to distract him from his work. He doesn’t want to be that kind of omega. 

After he’s done with work, he goes for a bike ride, calls his sisters, and watches one episode of a drama that Eunbi and Yewon have been nagging him to watch. He’s proud of how much he’s gotten done in the day, posting some sky pictures to Instagram to share with Carats.

Jeonghan is wrong - there is no leash. He and Hansol are perfectly capable of existing without each other.

After dinner, Seungkwan is on the couch going over his scripts for the variety shows he has booked for the next month. He perks up at the sound of the keypad unlocking, exclaiming in surprise when Hansol walks in with Seungcheol and Beomju. “Hyung! Vernonie!” Seungkwan stands up as they walk in. 

“Seungkwan-ah.” Beomju waves, looking tired but happy. Seungkwan doesn’t even get a chance to properly greet him because Hansol’s in front of him, looking unusually tense. Seungkwan tilts his head, taking in his shoulders, tight with tension, and the thin line of his mouth.

“Tough day?” he asks, reaching out to touch Hansol’s ear. That’s all the permission Hansol needs to lean forward and slump against Seungkwan's frame. Seungkwan wraps his arms around him, patting absentminded circles over Hansol’s back.

“Acch, it went fine. Hansol’s being dramatic,” Seungcheol laughs. Hansol mumbles unintelligibly in response, cold nose burrowed in the hollow of Seungkwan’s neck. His cool lips brush against a sensitive spot, making him shiver.

Seungkwan is suddenly very aware that the other three are still wearing blocker, while Seungkwan’s own natural scent is seeped in every corner of the room. An omega at ease in his home. He’s always gotten compliments on his scent, even before he started featuring in omega exclusive articles praising it. He knows he smells good. He knows what effect he has on Hansol, who’s already so much more relaxed than he was before.

Feeling self-conscious that Hansol might actually bite him in front of the other two, Seungkwan pushes him off. Hansol grunts unhappily, but goes back. He squints at Seungkwan who holds his stare with a stubborn lift of his chin. Hansol raises an eyebrow before leaning back in to scent him, pointed and purposeful. His blocker hasn’t even worn off properly but Hansol flares his scent, Seungkwan’s nose twitching at the strong wave of pine that hits him. It’s too bad that Seungkwan likes Hansol’s scent so much, because he can’t even make a face at Hansol’s bratty little alpha display. Instead his traitorous omega preens with delight, and a content little sigh floats out of him. 

Their bubble is popped when Beomju clears his throat uncomfortably. Jerking to attention, Seungkwan pushes Hansol away again, mortified. In front of Beomju, really! It’s one thing to do it in front of the pack but with anyone else… Seungkwan locks eyes with Seungcheol who rolls his eyes, annoyed but so clearly resigned to it. Somehow, this furthers Seungkwan’s mortification. Oh god. Jeonghan was right!

“Um,” Seungkwan says, at a loss. Seungcheol shakes his head.

“Hyung just wanted to say hi. We’ll go now.” Seungcheol gives Hansol a look, eyebrows furrowing together. Hansol sneaks an arm around Seungkwan’s waist, staring back at Seungcheol almost disinterestedly. Beomju makes a still flustered Seungkwan promise to message him with his schedule so they can get dinner soon, and then it’s only the two of them. 

Hansol pulls Seungkwan closer, pressing a kiss to his still hot cheek. Seungkwan slaps his chest. “You’re terrible,” he whines. 

“What?” Hansol snickers, playing innocent. He sneaks another kiss, closer to Seungkwan’s mouth, leading him to the privacy of Seungkwan’s room. Seungkwan is so grateful that no one else is home right now, Seungcheol’s judgment is already more than enough to bear. 

Hansol pounces on him as soon the door closes, Seungkwan accepting his eager, fervent kisses even as he continues to scold every time their mouths part. “Not - in - front, ah, mmm, of Beomju hyung!” He trembles as Hansol moves his mouth to his neck, gently scraping his teeth at the skin there. His neck is mostly unmarked for right now, a request he’d made since he’d been very busy this week. Hansol had conceded, mostly because Seungkwan now has kisses in his arsenal as a method to settle any displeasure Hansol might have. Plus Seungkwan continues to wear the collars everywhere regardless of the severity of marks underneath it.

But it’s been long enough, for both of the, and Seungkwan whines in satisfaction when Hansol bites him. It’s a quick one though, gentle even for their standards. Seungkwan doesn’t get the chance to complain because Hansol is kissing him again, fingers rubbing at the bloody marks on Seungkwan’s neck. 

“Two mouths,” he mumbles against Seungkwan’s lips. Seungkwan lets out a questioning noise, not even trying to figure out what Hansol’s trying to say. Not that it would be possible with the intent way Hansol sucks on his tongue, kissing him firmly until Seungkwan’s head feels floaty and fuzzy. He nips at Hansol’s mouth when he finally breaks the kiss, Hansol flashing a toothy grin at him.

“Two mouths,” he repeats, tugging Seungkwan away from the wall, walking them backwards to bed. “One for kissing, one for biting. All for Seungkwannie.”

“You’re so annoying,” Seungkwan tells him, unable to hide the fondness bleeding into his voice. Hansol knows it too, content to climb on top of Seungkwan once he’s settled in, resting his head in Seungkwan’s lap.

“No,” Hansol whines in that little aegyo voice that they’ve started using more frequently, much to Chan’s horrified disgust “‘M not annoying, I’m tired. Pet me.”

Seungkwan rolls his eyes, grabbing his phone with one hand so he can read his articles while his other goes down to Hansol’s hair, running his fingers through soft waves and scritching at his scalp. Hansol makes a happy little noise and Seungkwan snickers. 

“Puppy,” he coos and Hansol huffs but doesn’t refute the name. Instead he turns on his side, putting his face against Seungkwan’s stomach, one arm wrapped around his waist, falling quiet. 

This is the type of time that Seungkwan knows Hansol treasures the most, the precious moments when they got to be truly alone and simply exist together. Only the soft sounds of their breathing, touching each other for the sake of touching, Hansol’s cool scent slowly emanating to join Seungkwan’s in the room. They’ve been so busy lately - concerts in Japan, variety schedules, and now preparing for another comeback and album later in the year. Quality time alone is a rare commodity right now. Seungkwan doesn’t blame Hansol at all for being clingy.

Seungkwan hums at him, a gentle question, to check that Hansol is actually okay. Hansol hums back, a quiet agreement, and Seungkwan decides to push a little. “Sollie? Is everything alright?”

Hansol sighs out. “Tough day.” Repeating Seungkwan’s words from earlier. Seungkwan’s hand instantly goes to Hansol’s ear, rubbing it softly.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry,” Seungkwan whispers. Hansol is usually very good about managing his own stress, but Seungkwan knows he’s been feeling the pressure more nowadays. It strikes him, a bolt of sudden lighting, that even six months ago Hansol would’ve chosen to deal with this on his own. In solitude, as is his preference. Instead, he came to seek Seungkwan out for comfort. 

Seungkwan is almost overwhelmed by the emotion that surges within him. So many small things between them are changing. He already loves Hansol so much, but that love keeps growing and growing, more than he ever thought possible. That love is familiar, well-worn in nose nuzzles and shy smiles, but it also feels infinite and expansive, unfolding before them. New uncharted territory for them to explore.

“S’okay.” Hansol sounds sleepy now, snuggling against him properly, bringing Seungkwan out of his reverie. “Just wanna stay here.”

Seungkwan puts down his phone so that he can curl his free arm around Hansol, pleased by the happy little “mrrrpphh” Hansol mumbles against his belly. His sweet cat-like puppy. His. Seungkwan rolls that word around in his mouth, the sweetness of it coating his mouth like melon candy. 

His.

-

Pack dynamics are interesting in their own way. As the youngest omega, Seungkwan’s relationship with everyone is going to be very different from their relationship with Jeonghan’s. Seventeen is a more codependent pack than most so Seungkwan has special, individual relationships with everyone. They’d been so insular for so long, even though now they branch out more than they used to, those old pack bonds still run deep.

Seungkwan isn’t as much of an alpha wrangler as he used to be. Mostly it’s because of Hansol and the way he’s slowly but surely monopolizing all of Seungkwan’s time and energy. It’s not a big deal really - Jihoon has Mingyu and Seokmin under his thumb, Soonyoung understands Wonwoo better than any of them, and Seungcheol doesn’t do much without consulting Joshua and Jeonghan first.

But he’s still their baby omega. They’re still attuned to his needs. So, one day when Seungkwan turns up at a scheduled group interview after his solo activities feeling like absolute dogshit, Seokmin and Mingyu automatically go to his side without a word. Sandwiched in between the two of them gives Seungkwan renewed strength. They’re an enormous help, jumping in every time it’s his turn to answer a question, so effortlessly charming and funny that Seungkwan doesn’t have time to feel bad about how he’s being less than perfect right now. 

He’s so grateful when they get off, he gives them both big wet kisses on their cheeks. “Wow look at you two,” he sighs out, resting his face against Mingyu’s shoulder. “You’re both so capable, when did this happen? I’m really thankful, seriously.”

“Buy dinner then,” Seokmin teases, reaching out to pinch Seungkwan’s cheek, extending out to smooth his hand down the back of Seungkwan’s head, kneading a little at the stiff muscle of his neck. Seungkwan melts at the touch, unaware of how tense he’d been this entire time. 

“Fiiine,” he sighs, almost a whine as Seokmin starts massaging him properly. Mingyu whoops, jostling Seungkwan a little, announcing his offer to the rest of the pack. He does whine this time, until Mingyu settles back into place, allowing Seungkwan to lay all his body weight against his side, patting his cheek. 

The three of them stick close together during dinner and then afterwards when half of them return to Seokmin’s floor to hang out. Wonwoo sets up a game for him, Chan, and Jun to play with Hansol offering commentary. Seungkwan is on the couch, allowing himself to get properly cuddled by those two since they’re out of the public eye now. 

Seungkwan does get to his feet when the video game screen plays a song that reminds him of Orange Caramel’s Catallena. “Oh! Hyung, hyung, doesn’t it sound like - “ He sings the chorus which makes Mingyu bark with laughter, while a delighted Seokmin gets to his feet and sings along with him. The rest of them are completely unfazed at this display, continuing to play, though Chan does turn his head to laugh at them when they all start dancing. 

They keep messing around like that. Seungkwan doesn’t even notice Hansol’s silence, too busy doing some exaggerated body rolls with Seokmin’s hand on his shoulder, singing loudly and off-key. In fact, he doesn’t really notice Hansol until he comes up behind him on silent sneaky feet. Pushing Seokmin’s hand off Seungkwan’s shoulder to replace with his own in one fluid move.

There’s a pause. Seokmin stares down at his hand, nudged free while Seungkwan turns to stare at Hansol. Hansol, who looks placid as ever. He frowns. “Vernonie,” Seungkwan says, dripping with forced sweetness. “Orange Caramel has three members, you know.” 

“I was in the Copycat MV,” Hansol replies, tweaking Seungkwan’s nose. “I’m an honorary member.”

Seokmin and Mingyu both snort. The tiny part of Seungkwan that was stressed at a possible situation escalating between alphas - there are only two betas here, they’re outnumbered! - relaxes at once. He’s ready to go back to singing and dancing but the energy in the room has shifted all of a sudden. Wonwoo’s shutting off the game system, calling for Mingyu to head home. Chan is standing with Junhui and Seokmin, the three of them clearly making plans to get out of the apartment. It’s funny how quickly everyone says goodbye, Hansol herding Seungkwan to his room. 

They’re alone, which is obviously what Hansol wanted but Seungkwan is still mulling over that interaction in his head. Seokmin’s clear deference to Hansol when he came up to Seungkwan, the rest of them clearing out so that they could be alone together. He supposes that his pack members are being thoughtful but something about it doesn’t sit right with Seungkwan. 

“Hey,” Seungkwan says, a little serious. Hansol hums, looking back at him with an eyebrow raised. “Don’t be jealous.” Hansol seems genuinely perplexed so Seungkwan clarifies. “With Seokmin and Mingyu.”

Hansol actually has the audacity to laugh. “I’m not jealous,” he says, delighted at the thought that Seungkwan thought he was. 

Well! He doesn’t think it’s very funny. Seungkwan doesn’t believe him, and says as much, with his arms crossed and cheeks puffed out.

Hansol’s mouth quirks, clearly trying to think it out before speaking. “I’m not jealous,” he says again. He puts a hand up before Seungkwan has a chance to protest. “I’m not saying I don’t get jealous. But there’s stuff I know only the hyungs can do for you. That’s okay. We’re pack. We take care of each other.”

Seungkwan arches an eyebrow, incredulous. Normally he might be impressed by this display of maturity from Hansol but he still doesn’t buy it. “Okay, then why did you shove Kyeomie hyung’s hand off me!” he demands.

Hansol grins, a wicked thing. “Oh that? Just wanted to touch you, Boo.”

Seungkwan pushes him off the bed, Hansol cackling as he goes down.

Whatever. Seungkwan will buy Hansol’s little explanation for now, but he knows if he were to do something drastic like wear Mingyu’s clothes or let Seokmin put on his collar, Hansol would definitely flip out. Seungkwan knows how he can be. Terrible brat, that he is. 

“I’m hungry,” Hansol says suddenly, sitting up on his knees, peeking over the mattress, wicked grin still in place. There’s a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that Seungkwan doesn’t like the look of. Terrible brat!

“...We already had dinner,” he says, avoiding Hansol’s gaze. He knows that’s not what Hansol is talking about. No, that’s not at all what Hansol means by his hunger. Seungkwan lets out a little “eep!” when Hansol reaches out to snag Seungkwan’s hips, dragging him to the edge of the bed, legs bracketing Hansol’s sides. Hansol’s hands slide up his thighs eagerly, fiddling with Seungkwan’s zipper, and he really contains all the goddamn audacity in the world. 

“Ah seriously?” Seungkwan whines. “Chwe Hansol, we already did it in the morning…” They really did, trading sloppy kisses in the morning with Seungkwan hurriedly fisting Hansol’s cock while Hansol rubbed insistent circles around Seungkwan’s swollen clit. Hansol had licked his fingers clean afterwards, which was awful of him and not sexy at all. It also wasn’t sexy when he stared intently at Seungkwan until he had meekly done the same.

…Huh, maybe that’s the real reason he’d been content with all the skinship Seungkwan had with the other two today.

Which means that Hansol’s meter has run out now, and he’s ready for more. Insatiable. Hansol’s insatiable! Hansol reaches for his zipper, and Seungkwan smacks his hand away. 

Hansol blinks. “You don’t want to?” He looks disheartened at the thought, hands dropping back to resting atop Seungkwan’s thighs while he waits for Seungkwan’s reply.  

Seungkwan bites his lip, looking down at Hansol’s eager eyes. “I’m dirty,” he mumbles. That’s the truth: they had schedules, went to dinner, and then hung around. He hasn’t showered since morning, the day’s grime still clinging to his skin. “It’s not - clean! Hansol, I haven’t showered!” Hansol scoffs in response, going back to undoing Seungkwan’s pants. Helplessly, Seungkwan lets him, lifting his hips a little so that Hansol can shimmy them off his legs. 

“Not dirty,” Hansol declares, pressing a kiss on top of his thigh before spreading Seungkwan’s legs so that he can settle in between them properly. “Scoot closer,” he murmurs, voice slipping into that dark drawl that comes around whenever they start messing around. A victorious smile flashes on his face, when Seungkwan does as he says, slow and sheepish.

Insatiable. Maybe that’s a word for Seungkwan as well, stomach already clenching in anticipation when Hansol lifts his shirt to press soft, warm kisses over his abdomen, shuffling closer when the kisses begin to trail south. Hansol nuzzles the skin right above the hem of his panties, almost reverent, warm damp breath ghosting over Seungkwan’s clothed crotch.

Seungkwan squirms and Hansol presses down on his thighs to keep him still. “C’mon Boo,” Hansol laughs a little, and he’s so close to where Seungkwan wants him. Seungkwan is already getting wet just at Hansol’s proximity, so he needs to cut the shit and - 

“Oh!” Seungkwan gasps out when Hansol tugs at the fabric of his panties with his teeth. Hansol realizes too late that this is definitely not the easiest way to get them off, looking up at Seungkwan with cotton in his mouth and the most pathetic puppy eyes. So embarrassing.  Seungkwan sighs deeply before lifting his ass off the bed enough for Hansol to roll his panties down to his thighs. “Silly alpha,” is all he manages to say before Hansol buries his face in his cunt, sighing happily into it.

Seungkwan squeaks, hand flying to Hansol’s hair, gripping it tight. He’d discovered recently, Hansol likes having his hair pulled. So he does it now, to get Hansol to move except he doesn’t budge. He’s just sitting there breathing in the hot balmy scent of Seungkwan’s cunt. Smelling him, which is disgusting. Seungkwan tells him so, hitting Hansol's shoulder. “It’s dirty,” he whines again, extremely conscious of how much slick is beginning to drip out of his hole.

Hansol gazes up from his place in between Seungkwan’s legs, eyes half-lidded and sultry. “No,” he refutes slowly, “it’s delicious.” 

That’s when he finally gets his mouth on Seungkwan. Tentative, slow licks at his folds, exploring until his tongue curls around Seungkwan’s clit slightly. Seungkwan hisses and Hansol hums, lapping at him diligently. Delectable heat is starting to build in the pit of Seungkwan’s stomach, the kind that radiates pleasure all throughout his body. He tips his head back with a low moan as Hansol eats him out at a steady pace. 

The room stinks of him now, that over sweet saturated aroma that appears when he’s aroused. Good enough to eat, according to Hansol. That’s fine with Seungkwan. He can’t even be embarrassed about it since Hansol is such an eager eater. Mouthing wetly all over Seungkwan’s folds before fucking his tongue inside his hole. Groaning appreciatively as he does so.

Then right as the pleasure starts to build to that desired peak, Hansol suddenly stops. Seungkwan grunts in displeasure, tugging impatiently at Hansol’s hair but Hansol isn’t paying him any mind. Instead he pulls away, mouth shiny with Seungkwan’s slick, staring right at Seungkwan with a dazed expression. 

Seungkwan sputters. “Hansol!” He’s nearly tempted to close his thighs, but can’t with Hansol’s firm grip on them. “What are you - stop staring at it!”

“Pretty,” Hansol whispers, entranced, looking very much like a starved man who’s been presented with a feast. “Kwannie, you have the prettiest pussy. You’re so soft and pink down here, did you know?”

Seungkwan thinks this is a very annoying statement to make considering Hansol’s big stupid cock is also pink. Hansol can fawn over the pink parts of their bodies when Seungkwan isn’t wet and horny, thank you very much. “If you don’t go back to what you were doing,” he says, testy, “I’m leaving to take a shower!”

The smirk Hansol flashes at him is positively wolfish. “So it isn’t dirty?” he teases. Seungkwan huffs, shoving Hansol’s head back down. He can hear Hansol laughing at him, but his mouth gets back to work. 

Hansol is, Seungkwan’s come to learn, incredibly attuned to Seungkwan’s body. His tongue is still tracing curious paths up and down Seungkwan’s pussy but he immediately responds to Seungkwan’s noises, disagreeable or content. Seungkwan gasps loudly when Hansol gently suckles his clit. “There,” he whines, even though it’s unnecessary - Hansol keeps it up, insistent and steady until Seungkwan is coming with a squeal, body trembling with the force of it. “Ohhhhh,” he moans when Hansol finally pulls away with a loud gasp for air. He slumps backwards on the bed, breathing hard. His pussy is still twitching, and when Hansol slides his fingers through all the slick that’s dripping out of him, all Seungkwan can do is whimper. 

Hansol squeezes his thighs with his sticky fingers. “Thank you for the meal,” he says cheekily. Seungkwan doesn’t even want to lift his head up to look at the shit-eating expression he knows must be on Hansol’s face. He flips him off instead. 

Usually by now he’d be fussing over leaving slick stains on the blanket, but this is Hansol’s fault therefore it’s Hansol’s mess to take care of. For once, Seungkwan will let him handle it. He lies there, listening to Hansol shuffle around. “My knees hurt,” Hansol whines out and Seungkwan cackles until Hansol jumps on top of him.

The time right before a comeback is always nerve-wracking but Hansol is especially on edge this time around. Seungkwan wants to think it’s because of all the work that Hansol put into the album but he knows a decent amount of the stress is coming from him.

“Eat more Kwannie,” Joshua urges him gently when he sees the sad state of Seungkwan’s breakfast plate. Seungkwan grimaces even as his stomach grumbles and sadly shakes his head.

“No hyung, this is enough. I’m getting coffee later too.”

Popularity is a double edged sword. Seungkwan’s new wave of alpha fans means that the staff are focused on making him more appealing specifically for that demographic. Plumping gloss for his lips, tops that will show off his clavicle along with his collar. And of course, the dreaded diets that Seungkwan has never been able to escape the minute he became a trainee. It’s worse this time around but Seungkwan’s booked-and-busy schedule is proof that it’s working right? Joshua frowns in disapproval, but it’s Hansol’s silent stare from the other side of the room that makes the hairs on the back of Seungkwan’s neck rise. He clings to Joshua, taking solace in his clean calming scent, not wanting to have it out with his alpha right now. 

Thankfully, Hansol keeps his entire mouth shut throughout the day, simply sticking to Seungkwan’s side during the day’s activities. It’s only when they’re alone does his mouth thin into an unhappy line when Seungkwan refuses his offer of takeout for dinner.  

Seungkwan’s nose tickles. Hansol’s scent is normally so pleasant, the foul shift whenever he’s unhappy is always a surprise. “Ah Hansollie,” he whines, “don't look at me like that you know I’m on a diet. Manager hyung already told me what I could eat for dinner today…”

A very unpleasant smile curls on Hansol’s face. “I’m gonna rip your manager’s head off,” he says calmly. Seungkwan is stunned for a moment, and then has to crawl into Hansol’s lap when he notices him getting up.

Turns out Hansol’s irritable mood and his desire to stuff Seungkwan full of food isn’t born solely out of comeback stress. During dance practice, he actually lets out an uncharacteristic growl when Soonyoung guides Seungkwan by the hips for his small spotlight part in the choreography. Junhui, who has the most sensitive nose out of the betas, sniffs around Hansol, ignoring the second warning growl he lets out. 

“Stinks,” he says, locking eyes with Soonyoung. “Rut, maybe.”

Seungkwan’s head spins. Rut? No that’s - that’s too early, Hansol isn’t due for a rut. “I’m not in rut,” Hansol snaps, vocalizing Seungkwan’s sentiments.

“Oh yeah, you smell really strong,” manager hyung says when comes over later at Seungcheol’s request. “We should get you checked out by the doctor.” Hansol looks supremely irritated but with Seungkwan’s insistence he does end up going. Not before he aggressively scents Seungkwan, glaring acidly at Seungcheol and Soonyoung before he departs. 

The rest of the pack is a little unsettled by this. Thirteen members means thirteen cycles to regulate so they weren’t always going to get the timing right. But they try their best to sync up. Idols take military grade suppressants to help with their demanding schedules, regulating their cycles to twice a year instead of quarterly. They might be off on their predictions by a couple of weeks or so but Hansol isn’t due for a few more months. 

Luckily, it turns out it’s not a full blown rut. Just a mild induced one. Hansol will need a few days of rest alone and the doctor recommends that the rest of them use stronger blockers and scent neutralizers when they practice, but it should be fine. 

Seungkwan sees an opportunity. “Hyung, can’t I be with Hansol?” he asks Seungcheol once they leave the company building. “He’s probably feeling grumpy since it isn’t even close to his rut, so I think that - “

“No,” Seungcheol cuts in with a sigh. Seungkwan bites his lip. Okay, he was expecting the refusal but it still stings. 

“Not the whole time,” Seungkwan tries again. “I know I need to practice, but maybe just a little bit? Wouldn’t it help?”

Seungcheol clicks his tongue. “Seungkwan. We think… that Hansol’s feeling this way because you guys have been spending so much time together.”

His heart sinks. “Oh,” he says softly. This is all his fault, then.

Seungcheol reacts to his rising distress before he has time to catastrophize. “Kwan-ah. Don’t be upset. It’s natural, you guys were already together so much but now you’re…” Seungcheol clears his throat suggestively and Seungkwan turns bright pink.

“Hyung!”

“What?” Seungcheol shoots back. “Anyways, there’s a bunch of hormones going around and we don’t want to risk Hansol going into a full blown rut. Or anything happening to you either.”

Seungkwan’s shoulders slump, unable to argue with that logic. The truth is the thought of not seeing Hansol for a few days, even if it’s for his health, is making his stomach twist with anxiety. Classic omega in distress. Pathetic. 

Seungcheol takes one look at his face and pulls him into a tight hug. “It’ll be fine. Junnie and Channie will be there for him, okay?”

And it is fine. Sort of. Hansol had apparently thrown a little tantrum when he learned Seungkwan wasn’t allowed near him. Junhui and Chan drop by Seungkwan’s floor to pick up some scented items to help calm him down. Both of them look windswept and out of breath as Seungkwan hurriedly hands them a pile of clothes. There may or may not be a pair of panties hidden in one of the shirts, meant only for Hansol’s eyes but Seungkwan supposes he can suffer the humiliation if Lee Chan sees it. “Is Hansol okay?” he asks anxiously. 

“He’s fine,” Junhui says with a reassuring grin that looks a little frayed at the edges. “Just, ah. Worked up.”

“We’re calling Myungho hyung,” Chan mutters darkly. “Did you know, he almost broke down the door to try to find you?”

Seungkwan’s mouth drops open. “You’re joking.”

Chan gives him a dirty look, ‘does it look like I’m joking?!’ radiating from his glare. 

Seungkwan shifts a little on his feet. “If I came over for a minute maybe - “

“No!” They both yell at the same time, shaking their heads. Seungkwan pouts. 

Seungkwan doesn’t hear much from Hansol during the time because he’s either roughhousing with one of the alphas to work his energy out or sleeping it off. It’s not a real rut, so Seungkwan doesn’t think he’s too sexually frustrated, but he does imagine it. After the day is done, and he’s alone in his bed that seems too big for just him now, he imagines what Hansol would be like in an actual rut: his scent, the sound of his voice, whether he’d be rough or not… if he’d prefer to fuck Seungkwan on his belly or on his back…

He feels guilty for fantasizing when Hansol is definitely not having a good time so he tries not to let his thoughts take too much shape. It turns out he shouldn’t have worried because the day before Hansol feels back to normal, Seungkwan finally gets a text from him.

It’s a picture. Of his panties. Wrapped around Hansol’s dick, visibly stained with cum. Seungkwan gapes at his phone in shock, only the buzz of Hansol’s following text of miss u boo shaking him out of it. 

DON’T SEND ME PICTURES OF YOUR PENIS!!!! he replies back, spamming Hansol with a bunch of angry stickers. Hansol sends him hearts in return. Seungkwan doesn’t know why he bothered worrying.

Their reunion goes as expected. It’s only been a few days but Seungkwan eagerly lets Hansol back into his bed, nipping at his scent gland while Hansol humps at his thigh like a depraved dog until he comes in his boxers. “I don’t care what hyung says,” Hansol mumbles into his neck, breathless, “when I have my real rut, you’re gonna be there Boo. ”

Seungkwan shivers. He’s counting on it. 

-

Their concept this time around is seductive. There’s no other word for it. At M Countdown, their dark stage outfits are dipped low enough to show off their chests and cinched tightly to accentuate their waists. Seokmin wolf whistles when he gets a look at Seungkwan. He bends over, blatantly checking out Seungkwan from behind. “Wow Kwannie, look at you!”

Seungkwan blushes, swatting back at Seokmin’s ass. “No, look at you! Kyeomie booty!”

“Hey, my hips are wide for an alpha that’s all!”

“We all look sexy,” Mingyu says. “That’s the whole concept - Seungkwan, what’s with that face? You look constipated.”

Seungkwan doesn’t feel sexy, is the thing. Well, not until Hansol comes out too and Seungkwan is almost blinded by his beauty. The silver hair is… it’s a lot to take in, actually. Seungkwan isn’t sure if he should send the stylists a gift basket or campaign for their arrests. The outfit looks criminally good on Hansol too, his shoulders, his neck… it takes a moment for Seungkwan to reboot. Once he does, he realizes that Hansol is staring at him just as hungrily. A warm wave of satisfaction slithers down Seungkwan’s spine. He even feels like preening. 

“Jeez,” Seokmin says, breaking the silence, looking between the both of them. “Vernonie, if you look at the crowd like that, some poor fan is gonna faint.”

Hansol doesn’t say anything to that. He also doesn’t stop staring, even when he’s next to Seungkwan as they record their pre-performance interview. “Hansollie,” Seungkwan whines once they’re shuffled back to the waiting room. He doesn’t have the heart to scold him though because he’s flattered. Being the object of Hansol’s sole attention makes him feel so desirable, he’s not sure how to put it into words. It’s a powerful feeling.

Seungkwan is more self conscious of their PDA nowadays but he does make a kissy face at Hansol when he thinks no one is looking. Hansol arches an eyebrow at him. Ugh, handsome man. He’ll kiss him properly when they’re done. Seungkwan’s still thinking about that kiss even after they’ve finished performing and he’s guzzling down water. He can’t look at Hansol right now, if he sees his skin glistening with sweat, Seungkwan might do something he regrets. Like drag him to that infamous handicapped bathroom stall that’s notorious for idol makeouts. No, Seungkwan will not add to that statistic! He’s stronger than that.

Jeonghan is resting on the couch and Seungkwan makes a beeline for the free spot next to him. “Good work,” Jeonghan mumbles absentmindedly when Seungkwan rests his head against his shoulder. 

“Good work,” Seungkwan echoes. “God, I can’t wait to get out of this outfit.”

Jeonghan’s eyes twinkle with mischief. “Oh, I know someone else who can’t wait to get you out of that outfit.”

Seungkwan sputters. “Yah! Stop that!”

“Hansollie looked crazy. But I don’t blame him. Seungkwannie is sooooo sexy,” Jeonghan giggles, pinching at a protesting Seungkwan’s cheeks. “Look at you, I’m going to eat you up.”

“Oh, did you show Seungkwan?” That’s Soonyoung’s voice, mouth stretched into an impish smile that can only mean trouble.

“Show me what.” Seungkwan frowns at Soonyoung as he plops over both Seungkwan and Jeonghan, taking his phone out with glee. Oh, this can’t be good. 

“You know our performance was well received,” Soonyoung says cheerfully, “but look at what they’re saying about you!”

“Me?” Seungkwan asks, shocked. No, that isn’t right. Jeonghan, and then Hansol, they’re the standout members for this comeback. Seungkwan should know - he always monitors the reactions to the things Seventeen puts out. When the MV dropped, most of the comments were understandably about Jeonghan’s haunting bloody mouth and Hansol’s striking silver hair. Seungkwan is content about his own role in the album, but he didn’t anticipate anything specific about him. His alpha fans enjoy it best when he’s cute after all.

“If the word breedable is being used, don’t even bother,” Seungkwan grumbles but Soonyoung pushes the phone in his face insistently until Seungkwan takes it with a sigh. He flicks through comments, each one worse than the last.

“These aren’t real,” he says weakly, looking up at Soonyoung and Jeonghan who are grinning madly at him. There’s a swirl of different emotions in him. On one hand, to be praised this way is validating, feeding that hungry insecure part of him that he’s never quite been able to stamp out. On the other hand - what in the world?! 

Boo Seungkwan when did you become so sexy kekekekekeke Isn’t it too sneaky

Uwahh is this omega power?? Look at his waistline, I want to hold him

HIS ASS…… HOW IS IT SO ROUND BOO-SSI WHAT WAS THE SQUAT ROUTINE…… 

Haaaaa….. I’m going to bend him over, it’s only what’s right!

Sorry everyone, I knotted him last night that’s why he’s so sexy today

Wow the comments… our Seungkwannie you have to be careful of alphas!!!

“What are you reading?” Seungkwan is too astounded by the comments to realize that Hansol’s arrived and by the time his brain catches up it’s too late. Hansol’s taken the phone from him and is reading the same explicit comments Seungkwan was. His smile vanishes in an instant, Seungkwan’s stomach swooping as it does. Jeonghan begins to cackle. Seungkwan scrambles to his feet, Soonyoung falling off his lap onto the ground with a loud squawk. 

“Hansol, give me the phone!”

Hansol starts tapping at the screen. “Is this an article?” he mutters, ignoring Seungkwan. “Where’s the comment button?”

Alarms start ringing in Seungkwan’s head. “Hansol, you can’t reply to fans! Are you crazy?!”

Mingyu arrives on scene right as Seungkwan jumps on Hansol’s back in an attempt to grab the phone. Jeonghan has slid down to the floor with Soonyoung from the force of his laughter. Mingyu blinks at them all. “What are you… Seungkwan, some juniors were looking for you. They gave you some albums.”

Hansol hisses like an angry cat. Seungkwan slaps a hand over his mouth, screeching at Soonyoung to “grab the damn phone already!” Soonyoung does so, crawling on his knees and wheezing, tugging it out of Hansol’s hands.

“Uh,” Mingyu says.

Hansol sulks the entire car ride home. Seungkwan should’ve known that he would be sensitive but it still annoys him. His fingers tap frequently at his phone and within seconds he’s found dozens of tweets on Twitter all about Hansol and his new dangerous alpha look. How they all want him to come whisk them away and have his rowdy, dirty way with them. Amongst other nasty and terrible things that practically have steam coming out of Seungkwan’s ears. Hansol would never.

Hansol, however, is unmoved by the sight of them. “I don’t care,” he says stonily. His scent is already flooding Seungkwan’s room, trying to chase away the imagined threat from those younger idols. 

“Ugh!” Seungkwan shoves at his shoulder, exasperated. “I’m just trying to say that it goes both ways with us!”

Hansol narrows his eyes. “Yeah? No one else is giving me gifts,” he replies, gesturing to the albums in Seungkwan’s arms.

Seungkwan scoffs. “Hansol, be real. These are from hoobaes! It doesn’t mean anything!” Fine, Hansol gets worked up about random perverts on the internet, Seungkwan can accept that. But from their juniors in the industry? Please. Seungkwan acknowledges his allure for Carats specifically since there are only two omegas in Seventeen. But there are so many omegas in the industry, attractive ones who performed today too! Who are much more appealing than him! Hansol has nothing to worry about.

That is, until Hansol grabs the albums, forcing them open. Seungkwan is about to snap at him when a note flutters out from it. Seungkwan snatches it before Hansol can and his nose instantly burns. A scented note in an album? 

Oh. Oh my. That’s… incredibly forward! To give to an omega you haven’t even properly met! Seungkwan is at a loss for words.

Hansol sucks a breath through his teeth. “Read it.”

“Sollie,” Seungkwan protests but he unfolds the note and does so. “Seungkwan sunbaenim, congrats on your comeback… Please accept this album as a token of our appreciation… I didn’t get the chance to greet you properly but I wondered if it was possible to…” Seungkwan trails off, face on fire.

“To…?” Hansol prompts.

“It’s an invitation,” Seungkwan mumbles, “to their studio…for a private session…”

Hansol slowly exhales. They both stare at the invitation in silence for a moment.

“Haha,” Seungkwan says weakly. 

“Haha,” Hansol echoes monotonously, taking the letter from Seungkwan and ripping it to shreds. Seungkwan pouts but Hansol ignores it in favor of pulling Seungkwan down to be kissed. It’s a bruising kiss, Hansol’s sharp teeth nipping at Seungkwan’s bottom lip. Seungkwan moans into it, looping his arms around Hansol's neck. There's that proper kiss he wanted.

“My life,” Hansol says slowly once he breaks the kiss to unwind the collar from Seungkwan’s neck, “would be so much easier if you weren’t so nice to everyone.”

Seungkwan is barely paying attention to his words, too dizzy from Hansol’s kiss and the very intimate way his fingers stroke Seungkwan’s scent gland. His brain finally processes several beats later, when Hansol has already pushed him down the bed and is halfway through taking his clothes off. It takes everything in him not to laugh at Hansol’s petulance. “I’m - sorry?”

Hansol flashes his teeth. It’s not a smile. “You’re not.”

This time, Seungkwan can’t resist the laughs bubbling out of him. “I’m not,” he agrees, breathless.

Hansol hums, ducking his head to bite at Seungkwan’s thigh, hard enough for Seungkwan to let out a startled  “oh!”

“You will be,” Hansol mutters darkly, spreading Seungkwan’s legs. 

Hansol’s calm temperament means he fits easily with most betas. He’s also attuned enough to his alpha instincts to enjoy his time with other alphas even if he’s less inclined to get into roughhousing. But, outside of Seungkwan, Hansol doesn’t have many omega friends.

Seungkwan, on the other hand, has a lot of alpha friends. He has a lot of friends in general, but alphas have always been drawn to him. 

He knows that Hansol doesn’t like it, the fact that he interacts with so many alphas when Hansol has little interest in other omegas. His mood is considerably darker on days when Seungkwan has a schedule with a lot of other alphas, clinging to Seungkwan until the very last minute before he has to leave. During fansigns whenever it’s an alpha fan’s turn with Seungkwan, he’ll turn his head and stare at Seungkwan for a good five seconds before turning away.

It’s exasperating, but Seungkwan gets it. He really does - if the roles were reversed, he wasn’t sure he would be able to bear Hansol being close to so many other omegas. In a perfect world, he would already be wearing Hansol’s mating mark on his neck and get treated with the respectful deference granted for mated omega.

However, it’s not a perfect world and Seungkwan understands Hansol’s frustrations with alpha fans, hoobaes, and sunbaes. But he expects Hansol to have a little grace for Seungkwan’s friends. Especially the ones he’s known for years, like Moonbin. 

Apparently the difference doesn’t matter to Hansol. 

“The distinction is important,” Seungkwan complains Chan once before he goes on a weekend trip with Moonbin. Seungkwan gave him a life changing blowjob to deal with his absence. Hansol had enjoyed it at the time, fucking mercilessly into Seungkwan’s throat until tears ran down Seungkwan’s face. But after he’d helped Seungkwan pack he stormed off. “Binnie is only a friend, it doesn’t mean anything! He’s not interested in me as an alpha!”

“You’re so stupid,” Chan sighs out. 

He’s not being stupid. They both know it’s irrational for Hansol to get upset about Seungkwan hanging out with friends. Hansol knows that he’s Seungkwan’s alpha, he’s the only one that ever gets to touch Seungkwan, to mark him with his teeth. That should be more than enough. Seungkwan really doesn’t understand where Hansol’s jealousy comes from. There is nothing to be jealous about.

Maybe he was a little too naive about all of this.  

It’s not Moonbin’s fault. He’s one of Seungkwan’s closest alpha friends outside of the pack, so Seungkwan is friendlier with him than he would be with other alphas. Touchier too. But he’s not pack. Their trip was fun, but it had been strange to dodge Moonbin’s easy affection while Hansol was on Seungkwan’s mind. Seungkwan had forgotten what it was like to be in another alpha’s presence, who didn’t already know he was taken. Maybe Chan was right - he was being stupid. Seungkwan needs to clear it up with Moonbin. Make the lines more clear between them. 

He doesn’t get the chance. 

A post-show function, gathering with other idols. Moonbin greets Hansol first but picks Seungkwan up in a tight hug. Seungkwan squeaks, patting Moonbin’s shoulders down, feeling the force of Hansol’s stare on him when Moonbin finally puts him down. They find a corner to chat in, Hansol right at his feet. It’s going fine. 

But Moonbin touches his collar. 

It’s new; Hansol splurged on expensive navy silk with little star details. Seungkwan loves how it feels on his neck, and Hansol loves putting it on him. It's also a lovely secret for just them in the open: Seungkwan wearing the collar his alpha picked out for him.

The thing to understand is that idol pack dynamics are private by nature. Especially given how fans are constantly guessing on what goes on behind the scenes, most idols know to take things at face value. Seungkwan says the collars are an aesthetic choice, and his idol friends believe him. Nobody outside of Seventeen knows the deeper meaning behind them, or how Hansol and Seungkwan really are. They don’t have to either - it’s not their place.

It's really not Moonbin’s fault. He assumed, incorrectly, with how close he and Seungkwan are, that it would be alright to gently touch the collar, inquiring “is that a new collar Seungkwan-ah?” It’s harmless, really. An accident.

But accidents aside, the reality of his actions is this: Moonbin touched Hansol’s omega in front of him. Moonbin touched his collar. So it’s not a surprise when Hansol reacts at once, furious. “Hands off,” he spits, inserting himself between Seungkwan and Moonbin, shoulders drawn up in a protective stance, keeping one arm out for Seungkwan to stay behind him.

Moonbin’s hands go up in immediate defense. “Whoa, man!”

“Sollie!” Seungkwan hisses, slapping at his shoulder to get him to stand down. It has no effect. Hansol is still glaring Moonbin down. God damn it.

Moonbin tries for a grin, despite how shaky it is. “Vernon, hey. Relax, what are you - “

“He’s mine,” Hansol snaps back, ignoring him. Seungkwan’s breath hitches, astonished by Hansol’s unexpected candor. Moonbin’s eyebrows raise straight up into his hairline. 

“Whoa,” he says again, stunned, looking at Seungkwan now. This pisses Hansol off. The challenger alpha ignoring him in favor of Seungkwan. Hansol’s body goes still, rearing back as if preparing to attack. Seungkwan quickly digs his nails into Hansol’s bicep, a silent command to keep still. Oh what a fucked up situation they’ve found themselves in. How could this happen again? The only consolation is that this is with his friend, and not another executive. 

“Binnie,” Seungkwan says in a strangled voice, “say sorry.”

Moonbin looks as if he wants to protest but takes several steps back at Hansol’s furious expression. There’s a second when Seungkwan is legitimately worried that Moonbin won’t apologize and Hansol will escalate the situation. He doesn’t even want to consider what that might entail.

Thank goodness it doesn’t come to that. Moonbin’s shoulders drop and he lowers his head. Clear submissive body language. Deferring to Hansol. “...Sorry.”

Hansol makes a sort of triumphant grunt. Then, before Seungkwan can say anything, he turns around and hoists Seungkwan onto his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. He does it so swiftly, Seungkwan is too breathless to even yell. He meets Moonbin’s bewildered gaze as Hansol marches them out of the venue, and into the night.

-

Hansol gets them a taxi, and Seungkwan’s brain restarts when he realizes that they are definitely not headed home. He shifts in his seat, poking Hansol angrily in the chest.

“Are you insane?” The only reason Seungkwan isn’t yelling is because he doesn’t want the taxi driver to think they’re having a domestic dispute. His voice is low, full of venom, while Hansol meets his death glare head-on. “Going all - alpha in public like that? Chwe Hansol! You’re damn lucky it wasn't a public venue, oh my god, who knows what would’ve happened if we were actually working?” 

Hansol is unmoved by his lecture. “He touched you.”

Seungkwan puts a hand to his forehead, feeling exhausted all of a sudden. “Okay yes. But Hansol, he’s my friend. We touch all the time. It didn’t mean anything! ” 

Hansol scoffs with disbelief. “Hah!”

“Hah!” Seungkwan echoes back. They continue bickering under their breath even when they enter the hotel with their masks, checking in with a fake name, and walking up to their room. “ - not every alpha is out to breed me, you know! And certainly not Moonbin of all people!”

Hansol holds the door open, letting Seungkwan go in first. “Trust me,” he mutters, tugging his jacket off, “I know.”

“How do you know?” Seungkwan demands, stomping towards the bathroom. He doesn’t want to look at his alpha’s stupid perfect face right now. He’s angry with him. Hansol grabs hold of his wrist, spinning Seungkwan around so that he faces him, ruining his plan. “You think you know my friends better than me? Huh?”

Hansol’s mouth is set in a determined line. “It’s instinct,” he says.

Seungkwan scowls. “Oh, fuck off with your instinct.” He tries to shake off the grip Hansol has on his wrist. “Let go of me.”

“Sorry,” Hansol says, clearly unrepentant. 

Infuriating. Seungkwan sucks in a breath through his teeth. “Let. Go.”

Hansol doesn’t, as expected. “You know Seungkwan-ah,” he starts slowly, “it’s really annoying when you pretend that you aren’t a beautiful, desirable omega.” 

Seungkwan jerks back, surprised by Hansol’s words. “Flattery will get you nowhere,” he shoots back hotly. 

“You’re beautiful,” Hansol repeats, eyes sincere despite his hard tone. “You think I’m the only one that doesn’t realize it?”

Seungkwan bites the inside of his cheek, recalling once more how strange it was to hang out with Moonbin alone. Fine, maybe Hansol has a point. Maybe! Even so - “I’m still angry at you.”

Hansol hums. He takes a moment to sniff the air deeply, closing his eyes as he does so. Seungkwan watches, with trepidation, as a grim smile slowly grows on Hansol’s face. “You’re angry,” he echoes, sliding a hand to Seungkwan’s hip, “but you’re wet too, babe. I can smell it.”

Seungkwan is too stunned to dispute his words. Hansol takes advantage of his frozen state, and quickly sweeps him into his arms. Seungkwan only flails for a moment before wrapping his arms around Hansol’s neck, deeply irritated.

“...You carried me out of there like a sack of potatoes,” he says sulkily. Hansol leans closer, the tip of his nose brushing gently against Seungkwan’s. Seungkwan pouts for a moment longer before relenting and lifting his head to nuzzle Hansol back. Maybe one day he’ll feel shame at how easy he is for Hansol. Today is not that day.

Instead, his body is thrumming. Despite the outrage, there’s a kind of exhilaration bubbling from the pit of his stomach. Alpha won in a fight. Alpha is going to claim him now.

It’s absolutely ridiculous but it’s how Seungkwan feels. Instinct, as Hansol says.

“Sorry,” Hansol murmurs. “I should be carrying you like the precious omega that you are.”

“Oh, shut up,” Seungkwan sighs. “Are you calm now?”

Instead of answering, Hansol’s scent floods the room, burning Seungkwan’s nose. “Oh,” Seungkwan whispers. He thinks he swoons a little because Hansol is smirking at him. Terrible brat, Seungkwan thinks as Hansol drops him down on the bed. His skin is prickling with anticipation as Hansol crawls on top of him. This too, must be instinct, this prey-like sensation with the hunter hovering over him. But Seungkwan isn’t scared. Only excited. 

“You’re terrible,” he mumbles without heat as Hansol reaches for his zipper to slide his pants down his legs. All of a sudden, Seungkwan is properly aware of how slick he is, the wet fabric of his panties sticking to his skin. When did he start leaking? When Hansol dragged him out of the party? Was it before - when he was growling at Moonbin?

Stupid instincts. Seungkwan is very put out even as he spreads his legs to help Hansol pull his panties off. “I’m still mad,” he adds, biting back a shivery sigh when Hansol makes himself comfortable in between his legs, breath hot against Seungkwan’s wet cunt. Hansol takes two fingers to spread him a little and Seungkwan’s hips buck up at once.

“Mmm,” Hansol presses his cheek against the inside of Seungkwan’s thigh, looking up at him with hungry intent. Seungkwan flushes at the intensity in his eyes. “I better make it up to you then, huh?”

That’s the only warning Seungkwan gets before Hansol is grabbing hold of Seungkwan’s thighs, spreading him wide, and diving down to his heated center. Hansol mouths at him with a hungry enthusiasm that leaves Seungkwan’s thighs quaking as he gets wetter with every swipe of Hansol’s clever tongue. 

“Hansol,” Seungkwan gasps, fisting at Hansol’s hair as he works him over. “Mmm, aahh, Hansol!” Hansol is more aggressive than usual, licking at his sensitive folds, and then inside without any hesitation, opening Seungkwan up. He’s so sticky-wet with Hansol’s spit and his own slick, squealing when Hansol proceeds to fuck his tongue inside until Seungkwan’s pussy aches. 

Hansol doesn’t let up, eating him out like he has something to prove. Seungkwan gets lost in it, wondrous pleasure building in every cell of his body, freely grinding against Hansol’s hot mouth. Still gripping Hansol’s hair, head thrown back and chanting “ yes yes yes ” to the ceiling. He loves this feeling, loves his Hansol, even the brutish alpha part of him that’s fueling this.

Seungkwan comes with a long moan when Hansol sucks hard on his clit, a little shy of mean, sending an electric bolt to the pressure that’s already built in Seungkwan’s stomach. He gushes all over Hansol’s mouth, to which Hansol growls with approval. Hansol continues to mouth at him as Seungkwan rides the waves of his climax, humping inelegantly at Hansol’s face, chasing his pleasure with loud breathy cries escaping out of him.

“Tasty,” Hansol rasps out when he finally pulls up for air, licking his lips. Seungkwan is feeling too euphoric to tell him to fuck off, not questioning it when Hansol takes one of his legs and brings it up to rest on Hansol’s shoulder. He shrieks loudly when Hansol swiftly slides two fingers into him without warning, an unexpected intrusion.

“Ohhh, aaah Sol-ah, wait that’s sensitive - aahn!” Seungkwan squirms around but Hansol sneaks his free hand up to push down on his abdomen, keeping him still. “W-wait, Hansollie - “ 

Hansol does not wait. Apparently, making it up to Seungkwan on Hansol’s terms, means making him come twice in a row without getting any time to breathe. He adds another finger, pumping ruthlessly into Seungkwan until he’s whimpering and riding them. “Gotta get you ready,” Hansol grunts, watching Seungkwan with feverish eyes as he brings him to his peak again. Seungkwan’s stomach clenches right as Hansol crooks his fingers deep inside him, rubbing up against the sensitive spot that has Seungkwan seeing stars. “So tight, gotta open you up.”

“Sollie, Sollie,” he weeps, hips jerking as his second orgasm crashes onto him with the force of thunder, his body arching off the bed as he shakes with it. Hansol stills his fingers, bending his head to seal his lips over Seungkwan’s clit again, making Seungkwan scream. Everything is reduced to the sensations in his pussy, sending him teetering off the precipice again, drowning in the ecstasy from coming.

When he resurfaces from that intense bout of pleasure, panting for air, he sees Hansol staring at him with blatant desire written all over his face. His mouth is soaking wet with Seungkwan’s release. “You’re so sexy,” Hansol says in a sinfully low voice that goes straight to Seungkwan’s pussy, making him twitch with renewed desire, “look at how wet you got for me, you’re dripping down my wrist Boo.”

Seungkwan whines, head soft and fuzzy with endorphins, wanting nothing more than for Hansol to come closer, to touch him more. He came twice but somehow that doesn’t feel enough. He’s still unsatisfied. “Get in me,” he manages to say, extending a trembling leg to kick at Hansol’s side. “Now.”

“Whatever my omega wants,” Hansol says solemnly, pulling his fingers out with a wet plop.

-

Contrary to the vigorous way Hansol had been with his mouth, he’s very slow with actually getting his stupid big dick inside of him. He’s got Seungkwan completely naked on his back, a pillow propped underneath him to keep him comfortable, and sliding every centimeter in so slowly, Seungkwan thinks he’ll go insane. 

“Hansol,” he whines, reaching out. “Hansol-ah, hurry please, I need you…” Hansol only hums, catching Seungkwan’s hand to press a kiss against it. This is the side Hansol shows off so often, infuriatingly patient and in control, even though Seungkwan is so wet and open for him. It’s not fair that he’s teasing now, after working Seungkwan up so much earlier. Seungkwan would much prefer his alpha to be his usual bratty self and keep it moving. It’s a crime that he isn’t already full of Hansol.

He drops his voice to a sweeter, softer tone, putting every bit of his sticky-sweet arousal into it. “Alpha,” he calls, fluttering his eyelashes as he looks up at Hansol. It’s a tone that Seungkwan rarely has to use on Hansol, because Hansol usually does whatever he wants to begin with. This is guaranteed to work though, and Seungkwan has no shame in using it. Hansol goes still, nostrils flaring, no doubt getting a whiff of Seungkwan's fresh wave of slick. His fingers tighten on Seungkwan’s thighs at his cajoling tone. “Alpha, don’t you want to be inside me?”

“I know what you’re trying to do,” Hansol says in a tight voice, “and it’s not gonna work.”

Seungkwan purposely tightens around the bit of cock in him, grinning at the way Hansol hisses. “Not trying anything,” he says innocently, breathless. “Just need you. All the way, so, mhm, other alphas know that I’m yours right? Isn’t that why Sollie got so worked up with Moonbin earlier?” That’s playing dirty, mentioning another alpha with Hansol’s dick out but Seungkwan can’t stop. “Hansollie just needs to fill me up - ah!”

Hansol thrusts in one hard push, half of his cock slipping into Seungkwan. The stretch is so sudden that Seungkwan wails at once, spread wide open. “Ah!” he cries out, unconsciously clenching weakly around Hansol, heart rate starting to pick up. He looks up at Hansol, blinking wetly. Hansol’s hovering over him, breathing heavy, eyes dark. 

Seungkwan watches Hansol’s gaze drop from his face to where they’re connected, half buried inside Seungkwan. He watches Hansol’s lips tighten, jaw set with tension. Seungkwan swallows, hard, fingers curling in the sheets before he lifts his hips up to rock against Hansol.

The warning growl that Hansol lets out in response to that has Seungkwan trembling. And he’s wet, he’s so wet it should shock him, make him want to slow down. But all it does is further reinforce how desperately he needs Hansol inside right now.

Instinct, Seungkwan thinks faintly, before moving against Hansol again.

Hansol moves with a fevered speed, heaving up Seungkwan’s thighs so that he’s partially folded over. Seungkwan moves with him, stretching his arms backward so that he can grab at the pillow to brace himself. Once they’re settled, Hansol holding him open, he starts moving. 

“Look,” Hansol grits out, sounding desperate as he rocks that half of his cock in and out of his pussy, making Seungkwan gasp with every movement, “look, look at how tight you are, you’re so small I’m gonna break you - “

For some reason those words make Seungkwan very, very excited. Probably the very opposite of what Hansol wants. His legs feel weak, already bent and spread at a good angle for Hansol to sink in but he extends one leg out to wrap around Hansol’s waist, kicking down on his back.

“Break me,” he gasps. It doesn’t matter what’s coming out of his mouth right now, all that matters is Hansol being all the way inside him. “Mmm, break me, you’re allowed to. I’m yours. You can br-break me with your stupid big alpha cock, I don’t care, this is your pussy  - “

Hansol proceeds to thrust all the way home at Seungkwan’s words, filling him up with his thick cock in one go, and Seungkwan loses all sense for one white-hot moment. Head spinning, back arching, body trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion. “Oh my god,” he cries out, one hand instinctively going to his stomach. “God Sol-ah, you’re all the way in - I can feel you - “

“Fuck,” Hansol spits, his grip on Seungkwan’s hips tightening. Seungkwan clenches hard around him in response, making Hansol swear again. “Fuck, you’re so wet babe, you’re sucking me right in…”

Seungkwan whines at Hansol’s crass words. He’s spread so wide, deliciously stretched out, he can feel Hansol twitching inside him. “I’m so full,” he whines, rubbing at his stomach. He swears it’s distended, he can feel Hansol right through him. It’s so obscene, but all it does is make Seungkwan gush out another wave of slick, overwhelmed by the feeling.

Hansol’s eyes are blazing as his gaze drops down to where Seungkwan’s palm is. Seungkwan has seen desire on Hansol’s face before, but he feels practically incinerated with the hot way Hansol rakes his eyes over his body. It’s too much. It’s not enough. Seungkwan is going to die if Hansol does any more. Seungkwan will die if Hansol ever decides to stop. 

“Seungkwan,” Hansol says brokenly, voice low and strung-out. “Seungkwan.”

“Hansol,” Seungkwan whimpers back. His heart is thudding so hard in his chest, he has to take a deep breath to steady himself. “Hansollie, please.”

Hansol shakes his head, helplessly. “I - I can’t,” he chokes out. Now that Seungkwan is looking properly, he sees the taut, tense way Hansol is holding his body right now. “I can’t hold back, I’m gonna hurt you.”

Hadn’t Seungkwan said that was already allowed? Didn’t he say Hansol could break him? But no, it won’t hurt. Seungkwan already feels crazed with how good it feels and Hansol hasn’t even fucked him properly yet. 

The thought sinks back into him. Hansol hasn’t even fucked him properly yet. “Yes you can,” he says. “You have to fuck me.”

A strangled noise leaves Hansol’s mouth so Seungkwan reiterates, firmly, “Fuck me. I wanna feel good, don’t you want to be good to me?”

Hansol closes his eyes before nodding. The tightening of his grip on Seungkwan’s thighs is the only warning he gets before Hansol pulls out and fucks all the way back in. Seungkwan shrieks, but Hansol doesn’t falter again, snapping his hips again. And again. Listening to Seungkwan like the good alpha he is.

There’s no other way to describe it, the way Hansol fucks him, holding Seungkwan steady while rutting his cock into him at a wild, unrestrained pace. Seungkwan asked to be fucked so that’s what Hansol is doing. There’s no finesse to it at all, only Seungkwan dripping wet and hoisted up, his body opening up for every one of Hansol’s rough thrusts. An echo of goodgoodgood is spinning around in his head, in his lungs, down to his aching wet cunt that Hansol never leaves empty for too long.

No words pass between them. Only Hansol’s loud panting, looking down at Seungkwan wild-eyed as he fucks loud whines out of Seungkwan. Seungkwan’s mind has gone foggy with pleasure and another deeper, more primal feeling. Underneath the skin to skin contact, beyond their physical point of connection, even past the satisfying way their scents combine in the air, is a feeling that rises up slowly from deep within him. An ancient truth resonating in his body, to Hansol’s, as he watches Hansol come inside him. That Hansol belongs to him, and he belongs to Hansol, and that’s a truth Seungkwan will live for his entire life. He feels it, with every ounce of his body, a surprisingly pure emotion to embrace when his alpha is fucking him raw like this.

The head of Hansol’s cock bumps right up into that sweet spot inside of Seungkwan, and the moan he lets out is so lewd that Hansol’s pace falters for a moment. “Sollie,” Seungkwan whines, sounding unrecognizable. Hansol grunts in response, picking the pace again, fucking right up against the spot.

A sharp sensation is starting to descend upon him, his skin prickling with goosebumps, his pussy pulsing as one overly sensitive nerve. He hasn’t even touched his clit but he can recognize the signs of orgasm. The tightening of his stomach, the quiver of his thighs. He recognizes it but the pleasure feels different, and the tightening of his stomach makes him sob.

“I-I’m gonna come if you keep going like that,” he gasps wetly. He realizes, belatedly, that there are tears on his cheeks. 

This makes Hansol groan loudly in approval. “Good,” he hisses, breaking his silence, baring his teeth. “Come, baby. Wanna feel it.” Seungkwan whimpers but Hansol doesn’t let up and it really feels as if he pushes a button inside of him because all at once the pressure inside him plummets in a great swoop and Seungkwan is coming harder than he ever has. The roaring in his ears drowns out the pathetic scream that rips out of him. His pussy tightens so hard around Hansol’s cock, he stops thrusting but keeps grinding deep inside, prolonging Seungkwan’s pleasure. 

“Ohh, ohhh ohhhh god,” Seungkwan wails, still lost in the waves of his orgasm. He’s distantly aware of the jerky motion of Hansol’s hips against him, swollen balls pressed up against his ass, a pressing reminder that Hansol has yet to come. There’s no strength left in his twitching limbs but when he feels his lungs expand to properly take in air, he reaches out to Hansol. “Sol-ah,” he pleads, barely coherent enough to string words together. Hansol understands what he wants and with a low whine he starts pushing back into Seungkwan.

“Shit, Kwannie,” Hansol whines in amazement, gaping at where he’s stretching Seungkwan open. “You’re so wet…”

He is. He’s so wet, and still shaking from his orgasm, but he needs Hansol to come inside him. Seungkwan doesn’t quite understand the urgency that overtakes him, but he needs it. He clenches down as hard as his overworked, hypersensitive muscles will allow, and is treated with Hansol gasping out loud, stunned. Hips jerking uncontrollably as he comes, hot release flooding Seungkwan’s hole. Seungkwan shudders at how it feels, thick alpha cum filling him up. 

Hansol seemingly comes forever, Seungkwan’s pussy milking him thoroughly before it finally ends. Seungkwan knows it ends because Hansol finally lets Seungkwan’s legs slip free of his iron grip. He barely gets to register the ache in his muscles before he’s confronted with all of Hansol’s sweaty body weight as he collapses on top of him. 

Seungkwan grunts, adjusting underneath Hansol until he’s able to breathe comfortably again. He’s shaking, he realizes as he loops his arms around Hansol’s shoulders, petting at his slick skin. They both are. 

Neither of them say a word, Hansol seeking out Seungkwan’s scent gland to press a tired kiss there. Their combined aroused scent is heavy in the air, making Seungkwan dizzy now that he can properly take it in. Everything had been so intense earlier, now that they’ve stopped, it feels as if everything is moving in slow-motion. Soft and syrupy. 

Seungkwan holds Hansol close to him, listening to the sound of their breathing. Their hearts beating in tandem. 

-

It takes a good while for either of them to stir, let alone say anything. Hansol goes soft inside him, a mix of their fluids grossly sliding out of Seungkwan but even then he clings to Hansol until he can’t take it anymore.

“Hansol,” he murmurs hoarsely, nudging at Hansol’s shoulder, “up, c’mon.”

His voice triggers Hansol to action. One second Hansol is lazily lounging on top of him, the next he’s off the bed, appraising Seungkwan’s body. “You okay?” he asks, a hint of worry in his voice. “Did I hurt you?”

Seungkwan snorts. “No, silly. I gotta pee. And clean, here, help me up - “

Hansol does so, whining in concern at the way Seungkwan winces as he rises. “I hurt you,” he says in a sad little voice, guiding Seungkwan into the bathroom. 

Seungkwan resists the urge to roll his eyes. Stupid alpha. Fucked Seungkwan silly but is acting like this. “You made me come like five times,” he replies bluntly, “and your stupid big dick made me sore. It didn’t hurt.” 

“Oh,” Hansol says, struck dumb. Seungkwan takes his hand, squeezing it tight.

“It was perfect,” Seungkwan tells him, lowering his voice. “You know it was.”

Hansol turns pink. “You’re perfect,” he mumbles back, obviously pleased. He’s quiet as Seungkwan starts cleanup, whining unhappily when Seungkwan wipes at his pelvis but allows it. Seungkwan eyes the shower for a moment, contemplating, but has an inkling that they won’t stay clean for very long. Seungkwan has to satisfy himself using the washcloth before Hansol is dragging him back to bed. 

Sure enough, the second round approaches. It comes after they’ve ordered some dinner, Hansol adding a dozen water bottles to their tab because he’s concerned about Seungkwan getting dehydrated. They lounge around naked on the bed, feeding each other bites of noodles while half paying attention to the variety program playing on the TV. Hansol keeps sneaking in kisses, to Seungkwan’s mouth, nose, cheeks, Seungkwan giggling every time he does so. 

At one point the energy shifts. He doesn’t know how, but Seungkwan can sense it in the air. Instinct again. As expected, after they’ve eaten and hydrated, Hansol is jittery all of a sudden, shifting in his seat, staring blatantly at Seungkwan while he clicks through the channels on the TV. 

Seungkwan cocks his head at him with a little smile. “Are you going to come get me alpha?” he asks, amused. 

“Yes,” Hansol growls, eyes narrowing into predatory slits. Seungkwan laughs, getting to his feet. It’s not much of a chase considering how small the hotel room is but Seungkwan does rush to the other end of the room with Hansol hot on his trail. Squealing accordingly when Hansol catches him by the waist and tosses him over his shoulder with a flourish. Seungkwan pats his shoulder, fond and condescending, laughing openly when Hansol victoriously tosses him onto the bed.

Hansol’s hunter instinct is short-lived, very sheepish now as he climbs over Seungkwan’s body. Seungkwan props up on his elbows, grinning at him. “Oh, congratulations,” he demures. “Such a strong hunter, you caught your omega.”

“Shut up,” Hansol whines. “I could catch you!”

“Yes you could, my big strong alpha,” Seungkwan coos. Hansol nips at his neck for that, soothing the mark with his tongue. Suddenly, Seungkwan is aware that his neck is surprisingly bare for what they’ve gotten up to. He tilts his head back, to entice Hansol into leaving more. To his surprise, Hansol only lingers for a few minutes with a few kisses before he pulls back with a determined expression on his face. 

“Kwannie,” he starts. He looks so focused, it’s cute. His hair is still messy, from the way Seungkwan had tugged at it before so Seungkwan reaches out to try to flatten his bangs down. His hand travels to Hansol’s cheek, petting him affectionately and Hansol seizes his wrist to grab his attention again. Seungkwan hums to show he’s listening.

“Will you present for me?” Hansol requests, a little shy.

Oh. The thought of presenting, giving himself to Hansol in the most base and primal way makes Seungkwan shudder, cunt already twitching again. “You just wanna look at my ass,” he replies, trying to hide how much he enjoys the idea. 

Hansol shrugs. “Yeah, and?” His hand snakes down to squeeze at Seungkwan’s hip. “I love your ass.”

“Pervert,” Seungkwan says mildly. He pretends to mull it over a little as Hansol fidgets. “Well, turn me over then,” and then laughs at the way Hansol quickly proceeds to do so. Seungkwan hums, getting on his hands and knees for Hansol. “There you go. All for you.” He teases with an extra wiggle of his ass, turning back to wink at Hansol but falters at the way Hansol is staring at him. Pupils blown, jaw clenched, an abyss of desire that Seungkwan can hardly believe is for him.

But he knows it is.

“All for me,” Hansol echoes slowly, all traces of earlier silliness gone. Seungkwan nods.

“Uh huh,” he squeaks. He squeaks again when Hansol grabs hold of his ass, squeezing at the flesh of his cheeks before spreading them, exposing his pussy to the air. Seungkwan faces forward again, cheeks burning.

Hansol lets out this sigh that’s full of longing and hunger. Seungkwan feels his nose nuzzling at his ass before scenting Seungkwan’s pussy leisurely. “I love your ass,” he murmurs, “but I love every part of you. Your legs, your tummy…” Hansol places kisses on the back of each thigh and Seungkwan has to willfully hold himself from shaking. “Every part of you is perfect. I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“Hansol,” Seungkwan moans, tremendously affected by Hansol’s words. What is he even supposed to say to that? 

Hansol nuzzles at his cunt again. “You’re perfect and you’re mine.” He sounds dreamy, intoxicated almost, slipping back into an alpha haze. Seungkwan can smell it, Hansol’s scent growing thicker with pheromones. “You’re mine aren’t you? Say it.”

“I’m yours,” Seungkwan chokes out and Hansol releases a noise of raw relief before the head of his cock is there in between Seungkwan’s legs, pressing at his opening. Seungkwan hisses at the slide inside, clutching at the sheets. He’s sore and sensitive, overly so, but his body still welcomes Hansol back in. It’s where he belongs after all. 

“Wah,” Hansol groans in wonder, “wah, Seungkwannie you’re taking me all in… you’re presenting for me…” His hands are hot brands on either side of Seungkwan’s hips, holding him wide as he fills him all the way up again. Clearly, the few hours they spent lounging around wasn’t enough recovery time because Seungkwan can already feel his arms tremble a bit. Hansol doesn’t seem to share the same concerns, continuing his awestruck praise as he starts to move, jostling Seungkwan’s body. Fucking him in steady, sure strokes. 

Each thrust is deep enough that it robs the air out of Seungkwan’s lungs. He underestimated his body’s own limits, walls so sensitive that he’s clenching down on Hansol harder than he anticipated. It feels unbearably good but at this rate he won’t last very long. “Hansollie,” he whines in a wrecked little voice. “Ah, ah, Sollie, it’s too much, I c-can’t take it…”

“...Mm.” Hansol hisses as he pulls out and Seungkwan should feel relief, but he’s surprised by the loud unhappy whine that comes out of him as soon as he’s empty again. Face flaming, he stares down at the bed, blinking to get his bearings back. There’s no chance to do so because Hansol pushes down on his back, hard enough so that Seungkwan’s chest is pressed against the mattress.

“Poor omega,” Hansol says softly. “Don’t worry, baby, alpha will do all the work.” 

Seungkwan moans when Hansol spreads his ass again. This feels even more vulnerable - he’s still presenting but completely at Hansol’s mercy now, body partially raised. He can feel his frantic heartbeat in his ears, in his toes, in his hole when Hansol breaches him again. “Oh fuck, Sol-ah - “

“You said it’s my pussy,” Hansol says conversationally, hand pushing down the small of his back so that Seungkwan’s ass sticks out even more. The new angle Hansol slides into has Seungkwan squealing into the sheets. “My wet tight little pussy. So I get to use it any time I want, hm? Seungkwan-ah?”

Seungkwan doesn’t get the chance to answer. Hansol fucks in a few more times in slow exploratory thrusts before he starts pounding in at a pace that makes Seungkwan scream for real. Hansol keeps fucking into the same spot without pause, merciless and methodical, and Seungkwan’s pussy is already spasming uncontrollably. Every piston of Hansol’s hips rocks straight up into where Seungkwan needs it most, wailing openly as Hansol pounds him out. 

It’s filthy. He can hear everything, the wet slap of Hansol burying his cock into his body, and all the noises getting fucked out of him. Seungkwan buries his face into the mattress to muffle his voice. He only gets about ten seconds of this before Hansol grabs him by his hair and forces his head back up. Seungkwan’s back arches with a loud cry.

“Doesn’t it feel good?” Hansol growls.

“Yes, mhm fuck, yes!” Seungkwan cries out, “f-feels good! Sol-ah!”

“Gonna make you come,” Hansol promises darkly, breath heaving. “Gonna make you squirt all over me, I’ll stink of you for days.”

He slides a hand from Seungkwan’s hip to his abdomen as he says this, applying pressure. Rubbing at the outline of his dick through Seugkwan’s skin. Seungkwan gets impossibly tighter around Hansol, squeezing hard around his cock with a loud whimper that has Hansol grinding up into that sensitive bundle of nerves until he makes good on his promise to make Seungkwan come. Seungkwan’s eyes roll back as he quakes through his orgasm, incredible, intense pleasure pulsating through his entire body. He’s an exploding star, Hansol’s firm hold on him the only thing keeping him from shattering entirely.

Slick gushes out of him in one viscous wave, soaking them both. He feels weightless, slumping completely onto the bed. Hansol joins him, draping over Seungkwan’s back, rolling his hips firmly, fat alpha cock still nestled deep in him. Hansol kisses the back of his neck, the shell of his ear, sloppy and messy. “Good?” he mutters into Seungkwan’s ear, squeezing Seungkwan’s ass. 

“Sooo good,” Seungkwan slurs out. 

He gets lost in a blissful fog as Hansol keeps fucking him, using his body for pleasure. At one point, Hansol hoists him up, arms hooked behind his back, whining incoherently as Hansol keeps filling him up. The hot length of him dragging inside Seungkwan's sensitive walls. 

It takes a moment to realize that Hansol is asking him a question. “Can I bite you?” Hansol gasps into his ear. Seungkwan tries to focus all his energy into his mouth forming words, still lost in the shake of their bodies.

“You ah, mhm, never ask,” Seungkwan moans back, rocking back against Hansol’s thrusts. The movements feel unconscious - his body is already so fucked out and weak but the need to keep Hansol inside him for as long as possible keeps him going. It’s true, Hansol never asks, and Seungkwan can’t imagine why he’s asking now.

Hansol moans lowly in response, kissing behind Seungkwan’s ear. “I’m asking now,” he says and Seungkwan drifts for a moment, Hansol still fucking smoothly into him.

Can Hansol bite him? Is there any limit to what Seungkwan will allow Hansol to do? He doesn’t think so. Normal boundaries have never existed between the two of them, and they never will. They’ll always have this lush moment, their hot sweaty bodies joined together, their hearts beating to the same rhythm. And they will have countless more; the future is theirs. Hansol has Seungkwan. 

“Bite me,” he mumbles, “bite me wherever you want.” Hansol could stop and bite his ass right now and Seungkwan would let him. 

Hansol whines and his teeth sink into the back of Seungkwan’s neck right as he comes. Seungkwan sobs from the dual sensation of hot cum flooding inside him and Hansol’s teeth biting down. It strikes Seungkwan that this is the first time Hansol has bitten him all night. And it’s not even by his scent gland, it’s that vulnerable soft patch of skin that Hansol only got to because Seungkwan presented for him. A place only an alpha would mark his omega. A place only Hansol would ever touch him. 

Only Hansol will ever touch him. Seungkwan will never have anyone else.

“Kwan,” Hansol says hoarsely, lapping at his bite mark, soothing it with his tongue. “Seungkwan, baby."

“Mmmm,” Seungkwan whines, incapable of saying anything further. He does cry out in protest when Hansol tries to pull out, throwing a hand back and sinking his nails into Hansol’s skin. Hansol lets out a wordless rumble to comfort him, going back to kissing at the fresh mark he left on Seungkwan. 

They stay there, pressed so close together that Hansol is essentially part of Seungkwan. One united animal of love and lust, and everything else in between. 

-

Somehow in the middle of the night, Hansol summons the energy for one more round. He wakes Seungkwan up with several insistent kisses, his hand tracing random figures all over his skin before his touch drifts down past his belly. They had taken a proper shower before bed, and Hansol had made the saddest little noise when he cleaned out his cum out of Seungkwan. He makes the same noise now, rubbing his fingers all inside of Seungkwan until he’s dripping slick again, like he’s unhappy that Seungkwan isn’t full of his cum anymore. 

“Are you in a rut?” Seungkwan asks him with a gasp, trembling as Hansol sticks three fingers back into his well fucked hole. 

“No,” Hansol mumbles, sounding a little delirious. “Just… wanna stay in you. Wanna be close, Boo.”

Seungkwan is so, so tired, but he would be lying if he says he doesn’t also want that. He lets Hansol shuffle his limp body into whatever position he wants. They do it with Hansol sitting with his back against the headboard, Seungkwan sinking down on his dick with a tremulous sigh. He’s still much too sensitive but the insert of Hansol into his poor cunt is effortless and easy. He loops his arms around Hansol’s neck, pressing a tired kiss to Hansol’s brow.

Hansol guides Seungkwan’s hips in a slow sensuous motion. It feels amazing but it's more than that; the intimacy of being together overshadows the physical pleasure. Hansol was right - they both just want to be close. He leans forward so that his forehead is pressed against Hansol’s. Seungkwan nuzzles his nose, and is rewarded with a smile that’s as radiant as the dawn. 

“I love you.” The words pass as a ragged whisper from Hansol’s mouth to Seungkwan’s. They kiss slowly, gently, matching the movements of Hansol inside him. Seungkwan’s hands pet Hansol’s cheeks, his shoulders, his chest. Reveling in how this solid, strong man is all his. Seungkwan touches all of him, because all of him is for Seungkwan’s to touch. “Love you,” Hansol whispers again, and Seungkwan lets out a laugh that is pure jubilance before tilting Hansol’s head to the side. 

Omega incisors aren’t as sharp as alpha’s but Seungkwan sinks his teeth into Hansol’s neck regardless. Hansol’s blood fills his mouth and Hansol jerks up inside him with a loud shout. Seungkwan hums softly, biting down harder to make sure it leaves a mark. Pulling back to press a bloody kiss against Hansol’s jaw. 

“There,” he mumbles, satisfied. Now they match. 

He throws his head back with another laugh when Hansol starts fucking him in earnest again, reinvigorated by Seungkwan’s bite. Seungkwan swivels his hips with a moan. “Mmm, alpha,” he murmurs, and that’s all Hansol needs. 

He finally gets to see Hansol’s face as he comes. The flutter of his eyelashes, the parting of his lips. The sharp little gasp of Seungkwan’s name that makes Seungkwan coo at him. Hansol won’t let go of him, even after he comes inside again. So Seungkwan ends up sprawled on top of him, Hansol’s chin tucked on top of Seungkwan’s head. Seungkwan is as sated as one can be, but unwilling to go back to sleep, wanting to extend their little paradise for as long as possible.

“It’s not just instinct.”

Seungkwan lifts his head a little to look at Hansol, who looks lost in thought. He hums to show he’s paying attention and Hansol takes a deep breath. “You’ve said it before. And you’re right. Sometimes, the way I feel about you Kwan… I don’t have the words to explain. It’s just there inside me. Sometimes, I feel like it’s been there forever.” 

Seungkwan bites down on his tongue to keep quiet. It’s obvious that Hansol has thought about this for some time and he wants to give him the space to say what he wants to. Even though part of him wants to curl up with shame for every instance he’s ever dismissed Hansol’s feelings as instinct, terrified of his own heart for longer than he had to be. He reaches out to cup Hansol’s cheek, his alpha immediately nuzzling into the touch.

“I want you so bad,” Hansol confesses with a pained expression. “All the time. It makes me crazy. Not just my alpha but me. ”

Seungkwan bites back his smile. Hansol can be so silly. “Are you feeling sorry for last night?” he asks teasingly. “Or because you ravaged me like a beast?”

“Seungkwan.” Hansol’s eyebrows come together, distressed. “I…I didn’t mean to lose control. I’m sorry for it. But I meant what I did last night. You know?”

Seungkwan nips Hansol’s pectoral. “I know,” he says. “You think I don’t know it all, Chwe Hansol?” After all, Seungkwan is crazy too. Hansol drives him absolutely crazy, and he wouldn’t want it any other way. 

“Do you?” Hansol sounds desperate and Seungkwan wriggles up so that he’s holding Hansol’s face in his hands. “Seungkwan-ah.”

“I do,” Seungkwan assures. “I feel it too.” 

The relief that sweeps Hansol’s face makes Seungkwan’s heart hurt. “Really?” 

Seungkwan kisses him gently. “Yes. I promise.” Whatever is inside of Hansol, Seungkwan knows is beating in him too. Maybe they really were made for each other. It’s comforting to think of it that way, so Seungkwan will hold on to it. 

They return to the dorms in the soft baby-blue hours of the dawn, luckily avoiding any members. Seungkwan winces a little at the unread messages on his phone from the hyungs but Hansol promises that it’s a problem they can handle in the morning. 

So they sleep. They oversleep, really. In truth, they didn’t have any schedules today but tour season is approaching and they’re supposed to start preparations for that soon. For now, they can sleep, but the day is waiting for them. Seungkwan is still partially asleep when Hansol nuzzles him awake, kissing his cheek, hands gliding down his body.

Seungkwan groans when Hansol starts tracing patterns on his belly. “Nooo,” he whines. He can feel Hansol’s erection against his hip, what the hell. Maybe he needs to get medically checked for how many times he can get it up over the course of 24 hours. “I wanna sleep, you horny monster.”

“You can sleep,” Hansol murmurs back. “Go right back to sleep, Boo. It’ll only take a minute.”

That’s a lie. It’s more than a damn minute, Seungkwan whimpering as Hansol fucks him open with his legs bent back to his goddamn ears. Hansol’s scent is bright with affection, a lazy satisfied grin on his face, both at odds with the filthy way he’s sinking into Seungkwan. “Still so tight,” he coos softly, making Seungkwan choke back a sob at how he grinds his cock right where Seungkwan will feel it the most. 

“Nnnghh,” Seungkwan whines. He’s pinned in this position, unable to wriggle his hips or arch his back, helpless to Hansol’s smooth, deep strokes, turning his brain to mush. Hansol coos at him again, unreasonably handsome in the morning light. Seungkwan is sure that his face is puffy but Hansol is looking at him like he’s some sort of priceless treasure.

“Pretty baby,” Hansol says, as if he can read the insecurity in Seungkwan’s mind. “My omega.”

At once, Seungkwan clenches tightly around Hansol, a reflex to his praise. Oh god. Seungkwan is going to die. He’s going to die, and it’s all his fault. He made Hansol this way. I’ve made a monster, Seungkwan thinks faintly as Hansol’s cum splashes inside him hotly. Hansol leans back with a deep satisfied sigh, as if he’s eaten something delicious. 

Seungkwan bites down on his hand when Hansol reaches down to rub at his clit, coaxing him to come too with a soft laugh. His moan isn’t as muffled as he’d like. “Cute,” he murmurs, kissing Seungkwan’s leg when he stops trembling. “See, that was quick wasn’t it?”

“You’re ridiculous,” Seungkwan says, breathless. His drowsiness combined with the pleasant tingling from his orgasm has his body feeling like spun sugar. He lies back for an indulgent few minutes, accepting Hansol’s adoring kisses while he waits for the post-sex haze to clear out of his head. “I’m abstaining for the rest of the week. Or charging you for it.”

“I’ll pay whatever price you want,” Hansol declares, beaming. “Hungry?”

He would much rather go back to sleep but he allows Hansol to tug him out of bed, pulling an oversized tee on. Hansol slips back into his boxers, humming under his breath, his good mood contagious enough that Seungkwan can’t find it in him to be grumpy.

That is until they walk outside his room and Seungkwan stops in his tracks at the sight of half the pack all convened in the kitchen. Mingyu at the stove stirring a pot, Jeonghan pouring water into glasses. Seungkwan watches, horrified, as a few members turn their heads at their arrival but quickly turn back to their meals, not meeting his eyes. 

Seungkwan’s body is frozen but Hansol, shameless and shirtless, drags him to the table, pushing him down on the seat. Pressing a kiss on top of his head before going to Mingyu for breakfast. Chan, seated across from him, stares at him with more judgment than Seungkwan has ever felt in his life. It hits him with the force of a wrecking ball, what Hansol’s done. He fucked him right before breakfast, and pulled him out of the room before either of them cleaned up. Even if Seungkwan had managed to be quiet - which he certainly did not - it’s obvious what happened. And judging by the mix of disturbed expressions on everyone’s face, they can definitely smell Hansol’s cum still inside him.

Mingyu wrinkles his nose, disgusted. “Eugh, Vernonie,” he groans as Hansol takes the two bowls from his hands. “You’re so barbaric.”

Hansol ignores him, sitting next to Seungkwan and pushing a bowl of noodles in front of him. Seungkwan has very much lost his appetite, turning his head to glare at Hansol. In the kitchen light, he realizes with horrifying clarity that he can see all of the scratch marks, pink and vivid, he left on Hansol’s back and shoulders. “What’s wrong with you?” he hisses, ignoring the way Minghao coughs. “Have you lost your mind?”

Hansol shrugs. “Claim,” he says simply, slurping up his noodles.

Chan gags over his breakfast. “Oh gross. Hyung you’re so fucking gross!”

Jeonghan sidles next to Seungkwan, stealing his ignored bowl. “You really worried me last night,” he says in a sing-song voice. “Channie says that Vernonie carried you out like a k-drama. We had to do damage control.”

Seungkwan is speechless. It’s only the fact that Jeonghan’s eyes are twinkling that keeps him from curling up into a shamefaced ball. “I’m sorry hyung,” he says woodenly. Jeonghan shrugs, assessing Seungkwan with a sly smile. He feels cold. Ah. This humiliation is part of his punishment. That really is just like Yoon Jeonghan. 

“Did you even shower?” Minghao asks delicately even though his nose is wrinkled with disgust. “You two are both still…”

“You stink!” Seokmin finishes for him, unrepentant.

Minghao nods. “Ah. Yes. You stink.”

Seungkwan can never show his face in this pack again. He’s going to have to retire early. He had a good run but he’s going to need to find somewhere to hide after he kills Hansol, for real. He’s halfway to sinking down his seat under the table to wither away but he snatches Chan’s chopsticks and throws them right in Hansol’s face. 

“Stupid horny alpha!” he yells out. “See if I ever let you put it in again!”

Seokmin’s eyes widen when Seungkwan grabs his bowl next, Hansol ducking underneath the table to avoid his wrath. “Aww, Kwannie I wasn’t done with that!” Seokmin pouts.

“I’m not making more,” Mingyu shoots from his place by the stove. “Boo Seungkwan, don’t waste food!”

“It’s not a waste,” Seungkwan says shrilly, “I’m going to kill him!” 

Hansol peeks his head out from under the table. “I love you, Boo,” he says, a little sheepish. The effect is ruined by his entirely too smug smile. Seungkwan can smell how smug he is, the little shit. 

“Aw,” Jeonghan says.

“Gross,” Chan says again. 

Mingyu comes over now, standing behind Seungkwan holding his own bowl of noodles. “Holy shit, Seungkwan. That’s a huge bite mark.”

“At least it’s not a mating bite,” Jeonghan mutters, standing up to double check to be sure. 

Seungkwan whirls around, snarling. “Everyone, get the hell out!” 

Later, they’ll both get lectured so hard steam will come out of their ears. But for now, the rest of the pack quietly vacates as Seungkwan seethes down at an unapologetic Hansol. 

“Being the youngest alpha is hard sometimes,” is all Hansol says to defend himself. 

“No one will find your body,” Seungkwan snaps back.

“I love you,” Hansol says again. Seungkwan’s scowl doesn’t move a smidge but they can both smell sweet orange blossoms. Seungkwan’s scent, when it’s happy. Hansol’s grin widens, shameless. “You like it too, don’t you Kwannie?” 

Seungkwan’s had enough. He tackles Hansol to the ground, and Hansol lets him win, laughing joyously over every single one of Seungkwan’s threats to maim him. 

-

Hansol’s inflated pride over “claiming” Seungkwan gets a sharp hit a few weeks later. The whole group is due for a shoot but the company had requested: no omega collars. Seungkwan had initially refused but the company insisted: yes we know that’s Seungkwan-ssi’s preference, for the theme of the photoshoot could he accommodate just this once? And of course, Seungkwan didn’t have much choice but to say yes. He isn’t going to risk a professional relationship if they insist. Which means Hansol can’t bite him for a whole week, not even a little one. They’re still in a position where Seungkwan doesn’t want to risk any unsavory rumors from outside staff. 

Unfortunately this means Hansol has been frustrated all week, and is particularly antsy on the actual date of shooting. His clinginess is at an all time high which Seungkwan is fine with indulging, even though he has to push Hansol’s face away when he gets too close to his neck. To be safe.

Right before they get dressed for the shooting, Seungcheol presents Hansol with adhesive fang caps. Seungkwan’s eyebrows raise high at the sight of them while Hansol pulls a stink face.

“No,” he says blandly, glaring at Seungcheol. 

“I’m not asking,” Seungcheol replies, unmoved. “There are alpha photographers here, I don’t want you to get carried away. You can take them out when it’s your turn to shoot.”

“These are for pups,” Hansol says, outraged. 

“Well, you’re acting like one!” Seungcheol shoots back. “Your scent is bleeding through the goddamn blocker, Sol-ah, what choice do you leave me?”

“Hyung what the hell, I’m not wearing these!”

They continue to bicker. Seungkwan takes the caps from Seungcheol’s hands, rolling them thoughtfully in his palms. Suddenly struck by an impulse he can’t quite name, he turns to Hansol. “Put them on.”

Seungcheol and Hansol both shut up, turning to Seungkwan with different degrees of surprise. Seungcheol looks delighted while Hansol is wounded, betrayal pouring out of his every pore. 

“Kwannie?” he asks, looking down at Seungkwan’s palm. “Are you serious?”

“Put them on,” Seungkwan repeats. He’s trying to test something. 

Sure enough, even though his eyes are wide with unhappiness the entire time, Hansol takes the fang caps. His obedience sends a little thrill down Seungkwan’s body.  “Good boy,” he says sweetly, once Hansol has sulkily put them on his incisors. He even gives him a quick kiss before they go to their respective stylists to get ready. Hansol has a complicated expression on his face, conflicted at the pleasure from Seungkwan’s kiss and irritation at the fang caps.

“That’s a Yoon Jeonghan move, Seungkwannie,” Seungcheol says in admiration. Seungkwan wouldn’t go that far but sometimes Jeonghan’s method of doing things was most effective. 

Hansol is behaving but he’s not happy about it. His body is wrought with tension and he’s not saying a single word to anyone, silently glowering. Luckily the photographers want that sort of intense look from Hansol today anyways, praising him even though he’s only glaring into the camera. Seungkwan steps in behind the cameraman to make eye contact and Hansol’s expression goes softer at the sight of him.

“Perfect!” the cameraman says happily. Hansol’s nostrils flare.

He stands in the corner when it’s Seungkwan’s turn to shoot. Seungkwan does his best to ignore him, tilting his neck and smiling at the camera, trying to give the demure look the photographers are asking for. “Seungkwan-ssi’s omega charms are no joke,” one of them jokes and Seungkwan’s smile tightens. He can most certainly sense Hansol’s vile vibes from his corner.  

As soon as he’s done, Hansol is on him, hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling him to the break room. “I hate these,” Hansol complains, opening his mouth and pointing at the fang caps. “Kwannie, I really, realllllyyy hate these.”

Seungkwan can’t help it. He laughs. “Oh, I’m sorry baby. You can take them off soon okay?” He allows Hansol to drag him into his lap, laughing again when Hansol sticks his nose in his neck and whines unhappily. “I’m sorry,” Seungkwan says again, feeling free to admit it now that the day is nearly over, “I know Seungcheol is the one that told you to put them on, but I wanted to see if you’d listen if I said it.”

“I would do anything for you,” Hansol says grumpily, “even if I hate it.” 

Seungkwan’s heart flutters. “I know,” he says warmly. He laughs again when Hansol scrapes his teeth against Seungkwan’s neck, absent from the usual sting. It reminds him, all of a sudden, of the past. When his puppy Hansol would bite him with his blunt little teeth. Those days were so long ago but Seungkwan can still recall them with clarity, the secret space the two of them made together. 

He really was a fool for denying it for so long. Looking back, it was clear they were always going to end up here. Seungkwan runs his fingers through Hansol’s hair tenderly, gently rubbing the shell of his ear.

Hansol is still upset, so this action only makes him huff unhappily. “Oh calm down you brat,” Seungkwan chides. “Once the shoot is over, you can bite to your heart’s content.” Honestly, Hansol is overreacting. It’s only fang caps. Seungcheol once mentioned Hansol wearing a muzzle if they ever shared a heat or a rut together, but clearly Hansol could never survive that.

Hansol sighs. “Yeah,” He moves his head away, fingers coming up to gently caress Seungkwan’s scent gland. Seungkwan hums, tilting his head to give him better access. Hansol’s fingers travel lower, brushing up against where Seungkwan’s mating gland is. Currently hidden and unstimulated, lurking dormant underneath Seungkwan’s skin. Hansol presses down hard against it, unexpectedly. Seungkwan lets out a startled noise that softens into a whine as Hansol begins to gently massage the area.

“One day,” he says, words loaded with implication that burns right through Seungkwan.

He swallows hard. The junction between his neck and collarbone aches something fierce. One day.