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Wonwoo expects the first touch of their lips to feel like an innate need within him has been met, like a drop of water to quench his thirst, but it’s quite the contrary. When their mouths meet in the middle, it feels like he’s been pushed underwater, his eyes falling shut as Mingyu’s lips envelop his own. 

It feels like he is drowning with the way Mingyu works his mouth against him. The wet, hot slide of the plush skin is suffocating. It makes his lungs burn, yet all he does is push into them further.

Mingyu’s arms loosen around his waist to grip his hips, spinning him around so they are facing each other, all without breaking their heated lip-lock. 

He vaguely registers the uncomfortable feeling of the come between his thighs drying out, but it’s quickly pushed aside as Mingyu slips a tongue past his pliant lips, licking into the heat of his mouth. He feels his glasses dig into the top of his nose as Mingyu angles his head, deepening the kiss, and he tilts his head in the opposite direction, earning an appreciative hum from the alpha. 

Goddamn. This is what Wonwoo was keeping himself away from. 

He’s never quite been kissed like this before. It feels like he’s getting consumed by Mingyu and the slow, sensual rolls of his tongue against his own. It’s not fast and desperate, no scraping or clanking of teeth; only the heavy press of Mingyu’s soft lips against his own as their tongues meet in the middle.

It’s so intimate, so good and so right , in a way it shouldn’t be for two people exchanging a kiss for the first time. 

Wonwoo gasps into the younger man’s mouth when he gets pulled up by his thighs and set down on the table. He makes sure to spread his legs, caging Mingyu between them as their lips work at a deliciously languid pace. 

At this point Wonwoo doesn’t even think he needs air, happily letting the alpha lap into his mouth and squeezing his thighs together when he feels him suck the tip of his tongue between his lips. 

Mingyu pulls away first and Wonwoo is left stupidly chasing his lips, eyes half-closed, lips shiny and slick with both of their spit. He circles the protruding bone of Wonwoo’s hip with his thumb and it’s not soothing at all—it’s vexing.

The slight quirk of Mingyu’s glistening lips makes it hard to look away. “I didn’t take you for the rule-breaker type.”

If it weren’t for the way Mingyu’s eyes flickered down to his lips, Wonwoo might’ve been left wondering what on earth he was talking about. 

“They’re my rules,” Wonwoo responds with a heave of his chest. “I can do whatever I want with them.” 

It’s a pathetic excuse really, but he doesn’t have anything better to say.

“And what kind of a senior does that make you?” 

Mingyu reaches his hand up to adjust Wonwoo’s crooked glasses. When they’re straight, he proceeds to lean down until their lips are only a hair’s width apart, the tips of their noses touching.

Wonwoo can feel warm breath fanning over his lips. “Teaching your juniors that it’s okay to break rules?”

He pushes him back with a hand on his chest, feeling Mingyu has taken the air inside his body with him once he steps back. 

It’s not okay to break the rules.

But Mingyu seems to have quite the talent for breaking down Wonwoo’s walls, tearing down his restraint brick by brick. 

The next morning Wonwoo is in the firm’s parking lot when he yelps as a hand encompasses his wrist. He’s yanked back to his car shortly after exiting it and his back hits the side of the vehicle with a thud, but that’s not what knocks the air out of his lungs. 

When he blinks he finds a broad chest in front of him and as he drags his eyes up, they settle on Mingyu’s face; bright eyes and golden skin. The alpha’s nose twitches, bringing Wonwoo’s attention to the dark mole atop it. 

“Hey,” he whispers. It comes out raspy, a sliver of his teeth revealing itself when his lips stretch into a smile and it has Wonwoo’s heart doing backflips. 

It seems his daze from yesterday has not fully worn off yet because he goes completely still as Mingyu leans forward, his chest getting closer and obstructing the view behind him. He can feel his pulse quicken and he closes his eyes, hands clenched by his side as he prepares himself for the press of Mingyu’s lips on his own. 

“What are you doing?”

Wonwoo’s eyes fly open to see Mingyu has returned to his original position, putting distance between them again. 

Oh god. He thought Mingyu was going to kiss him. And he was just about to let that happen. 

The whole misunderstanding makes his face burn, ears turning crimson at the embarrassment of the whole ordeal. He doesn’t dare to meet Mingyu’s eyes, which is why he startles when the other pulls back his collar. 

“What are you-“ Something tacky is pressed onto his skin, smoothed over by Mingyu’s thumb. His hand leaves shortly after he adjusts his collar and Wonwoo’s own fingers reach up to have a feel, ultimately ruining Mingyu’s work. He feels a square patch of plastic underneath his finger. “A scent patch?”

Mingyu hums, prying Wonwoo’s fiddling fingers away. “Yeah. Stop touching it, will you?” He fixes Wonwoo’s collar again, neatly setting the fabric against his neck. 

“Why are you giving me a-“ Wonwoo stops speaking when Mingyu lifts a single eyebrow at him, a knowing glint in his eye. 

“You were cleaning up the office so thoroughly last night,” His hand slides down Wonwoo’s shoulder, palm smoothing over his firm chest. “I didn’t want all of your hard work to go down the drain because someone smelt me on you.”

Wonwoo’s body heats up under Mingyu’s large hand, he can feel its warmth through the thicker shirt he’s decided to wear today. 

“I figured you wouldn’t own any, so I picked some up for you.”

Truthfully, Wonwoo wasn’t even aware that he still smelt like the alpha. He went home and scrubbed his skin so vigorously that he was not much unlike an overripe peach, skin blushing and supple. He lathered himself in lotion too and he tried to stop himself when he found himself subconsciously searching for Mingyu’s scent for the remainder of the night, ignoring the pang of disappointment when he could no longer detect it. 

However, his judgement isn’t the best. As a beta his capabilities of detecting scent are hindered compared to his alpha and omega counterparts. Several of them who work in the firm, and would’ve easily caught the alpha’s scent on him if Mingyu was able to notice it. 

“But between the two of us,” Mingyu tugs at his tie, re-centering the silky material. He leans in that much closer, voice dropping. “I quite like it.”

Then he pulls back, no trace of his previous teasing demeanour to be found. He gives Wonwoo an innocent smile, eyes crinkling at the edges with the upturn of his lips and spins on his heel, walking into the firm. 

It leaves Wonwoo to wonder if he was talking about the tie he wore today, or the scent lingering on him. 

He doesn’t get to catch his breath even after he makes it up to his floor because his secretary sends him straight to Seungcheol’s office. 

“You want me to go to Jeju?” Wonwoo asks once the older man hands him the case file. 

“Ideally, yes,” Seungcheol leans back in his chair with a sigh. “I’d do it myself, but I can’t afford to leave Seoul when I’m in the middle of a huge trial.”

Wonwoo scans over the paper, skimming the details. It’s a financial dispute between a husband and wife, nothing that requires too much brain power—he could probably settle this in his sleep. 

“Is it really necessary to fly out to Jeju for this?” He sets the paper on the desk. “It’s a simple asset settlement.”

“You seemed to have missed the name of our client.”

Wonwoo picks up the document again. 

Mr. Lee Hyunseok. 

“Lee Hyunseok? What’s he doing in Jeju?”

Seungcheol shrugs, turning his attention to his computer. “He spends most of his time there with his girlfriend now,” The senior associate gives Wonwoo one last pleading look. “You get why I’m asking you, right?”

Wonwoo gets it. The man on the paper owns some of the largest buildings in Seoul, he’s a man of money and if he needs his lawyers in person, then well, the world is his oyster. 

“Can you do this for me?”

Wonwoo accepts it of course. He doesn’t really have much of a choice after Seungcheol tells him that he’s already personally recommended Wonwoo to Mr. Lee who is already on board with the suggestion. 

“Wonwoo-ssi, I’m booking your flight now,” His secretary informs him once he returns to his own office. “Anything I should keep in mind? Aisle? Window?”

“Anything is fine,” Wonwoo says with a wave of his hand, stepping foot into his office. He stops with his hand on the metal handle. “Actually, are there any overnight flights?”

He’s flown enough to know that morning flights are the worst. It leaves him groggy and grumpy, he doesn’t get sleep the night before nor on the flight—not an ideal condition for meeting with clients. 

“I’m afraid they’re all booked out. I’ve only got 6:00 am and onwards,” she responds, followed by a series of clicks on her mouse. “It’s probably for the best as your meeting is scheduled before lunch.”

Wonwoo gives a resigned sigh. “I suppose you’re right.”

He holds in a groan as he walks into his office. That might just be the worst time yet, right on the cusp of the sunrise where some moronic idiot will leave the window shade open and Wonwoo will leave blinder than he already is because the sun will glare at him the entire time. 

Maybe he should invest in a pair of those sleep masks. 

It’s a thought to ponder for another time because there are more pressing matters to deal with, like why a certain junior associate is standing in his office after they’ve seen each other less than an hour ago. 

They lock eyes for a moment before Wonwoo shifts his gaze as if they had never crossed in the first place. It is much too early in the morning for this. No matter how hard he tries to look past what had happened yesterday, his mind keeps circling back to the way Mingyu’s voice had dropped, how magnetising his touch was and how badly he wants to feel it again-

“I heard they’re sending you to Jeju,” The junior associate says, head following Wonwoo as the latter takes a seat at his desk. 

“Already?” 

Mingyu shrugs approaching the desk. “It’s for Lee Hyunseok and you know, word travels fast.”

Wonwoo briefly wonders how long it would take the entire office to know of his and Mingyu’s stunt had they noticed his scent on him. 

“Right,” Wonwoo says plainly, not bothering to look up at Mingyu and choosing to focus on the case at hand. 

The task seems to prove itself rather difficult with how Mingyu remains standing in front of him, and if Wonwoo were to look up then maybe he would also catch his eyes running across the side of his face. He doesn’t find the courage to do so; who knows how long he’d be stuck inside his orbit? 

However, the rhythmic tapping of Mingyu’s finger against the wooden desk catches Wonwoo’s attention, eyes flickering to find the source of the sound. 

“Do you, uh, want any help?”

Wonwoo drags his eyes up, finding Mingyu chewing on his bottom lip. “It’s a divorce settlement,” he mentions. “I think I’ll be okay.”

“Right, of course,” He doesn’t sound nervous per se, but his usual assertive delivery is missing. “Can I get you a coffee or something?”

At this point, Wonwoo would really like to be left alone. He keeps emphasising how straightforward this case is, but he hasn’t made any progress on it and he’s certain it will stay that way for as long as Mingyu is here because he is just so damn distracting—in more ways than one. 

“Mingyu, I’m sure you have more important things to do than deliver me coffee.”

“I never said I didn’t!” he hurries to say. “I was going to get one for myself anyway, so…” 

He fidgets with his fingers as he says this and Wonwoo would find the action rather endearing if his mind wasn’t so corrupted. All he can focus on is the thick veins twisting like vines on the back of his hand and his fingertips that had touched Wonwoo in all of his sensitive places, bringing him pleasure with each caress. 

“It’s alright, Mingyu,” Wonwoo forcefully drags his eyes away, meeting the pair staring down at him. “Thank you.”

Mingyu leaves his office after that, thank god, and Wonwoo finally settles down to do some work, pulling himself back down to reality every time his thoughts start to drift. 

Wonwoo hits several slumps throughout the day, even more than usual. Pre-lunch slump, post-lunch slump, the three o’clock slump, coming dangerously close to calling it a day and going home each time. But he’s a professional; they didn’t make him a senior associate for nothing. 

He powers through until he has something to present at tomorrow’s meeting with Mr. Lee. He even finds the energy to look over at it several times, making adjustments where necessary until he’s absolutely satisfied. 

With that out of the way, Wonwoo goes back to his to-do list. He’s pleased to see his tasks have been reprioritised—courtesy of his secretary. Since he’s been assigned this case,  his schedule is fairly clear for the next day or so. 

Wonwoo lets himself take a breather, loosening his limbs that are strung high with tension. He gets a glimpse out of his office window, the blinds pulled up because he likes to look out and see how the rest of the office is working at full speed, even when he runs out of steam himself. It gives him a spurt of motivation; if everyone else is diligently working away, then there’s no reason he can’t either. 

Except this time he doesn’t get that feeling, it’s nothing like that at all. This time, his chest flares unpleasantly and he hates how familiar it is. 

Through the gaps of the wooden blinds, he spots Mingyu. The tinted glass doesn’t hinder his charming smile, but it’s who it’s directed at that makes Wonwoo frown. He doesn’t even need to see their face because right there on the back of the man’s shirt, in an obnoxious yellow, reads ‘SUGARCAKE’. 

Wonwoo tears his eyes away from the sight and looks back to his screen, but the blonde locks atop of the man’s head bring his attention back. It’s terrible timing too, because Wonwoo looks just in time to see a hand landing on Mingyu’s shoulder, fluffy golden strands bouncing as the man’s head drops much too close to Mingyu from laughter. 

He bites his tongue before he closes his laptop lid shut. 

Technically he’s done with his work, he doesn’t have to sit there and watch their flirtatious exchange. There’s nothing stopping him from calling it a day and heading home. Plus, he has a business trip tomorrow, all the more reason to get in bed and sleep his stress (and frustrations) away. 

However, Wonwoo may have spoken too soon, because apparently there is something that can stop him from heading home. 

“Oh, Wonwoo-ssi!” 

Wonwoo bites his tongue, turning on his heel to respond as amicably as he can. “Jaehan-ssi,” he bows his head, feeling Mingyu’s eyes on him. 

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen you!” 

Yes. It’s not exactly common practice to meet with clients after a case has been closed. 

“Right, well, things have been busy,” Wonwoo replies, lips pressed into a thin line. He catches a whiff of a creamy scent, hints of lemon lingering in it. For a second his eyes widen, he shouldn’t be able to smell Jaehan—was the omega going into a flash heat now too? But then his eyes fall to a box clutched in Mingyu’s hands, the name of the bakery printed on top, and his racing heart settles. 

Jaehan must notice Wonwoo’s steady gaze on the box of treats because he quickly pipes up, eyes twinkling. “Wonwoo-ssi, would you like a box too?”

Wonwoo vigorously shakes his head, signalling towards his watch to show that he has somewhere else to be. 

The omega gets the hint, Wonwoo knows he does, but he persists anyways. “Oh, please, I owe it to you for helping me save my bakery,” He holds out a plastic bag for him, wafting more the sugary scent towards Wonwoo. “Without you, the landlord would still be hounding me.”

Then he must be terribly indebted towards Mingyu because he stops by at the firm at the end of every week to drop off a different pastry. 

Jaehan smiles once again and Wonwoo wonders if his cheeks ever hurt from how often they’re pressed into that position. “You and Mingyu-ssi both,” His elbow nudges into the latter and Wonwoo takes this as his sign to go. 

“I appreciate it-“

“Mingyu-ssi always tells me how delicious they are,” he giggles, pushing the bag into Wonwoo’s hand. “I always make a couple of extra for him,” Jaehan’s palm cups Mingyu’s upper arm and it really makes Wonwoo wonder whether all this physical contact is necessary. 

Though he doesn’t want to stick around to find out, so he relents, taking the bag by his side and plastering on a practised smile. “Thank you. I’ll enjoy these.”

“Wonwoo hyung-“

“Oh, Mingyu-ssi,” Jaehan cuts in before Wonwoo can explain to Mingyu that he’s going home and left standing there with his mouth half-open. “Wonwoo-ssi is in a hurry to save his next client. Let’s not keep him any longer,” He smiles at Wonwoo like he’s just saved him the hassle of wasting his breath, but Wonwoo wishes he would’ve shared that sentiment earlier. 

At least then he wouldn’t be driving home with all the windows rolled down because he cannot stand the sickeningly sweet scent that wafts from the plastic bag. 

It’s times like this where he’s glad he presented as a beta; he’s rather sensitive to smells and he can’t imagine the headache he’d be sporting every day when omegas emit this kind of scent, and an alpha’s must be even more intense. 

Although if he weren’t a beta then he likely wouldn’t have been sensitive to smells in the first place. 

But he is and the sugary smell is making his head pound. Even more when his mind drifts to the fact that Mingyu likes it, considering he likes the pastries it comes from. He probably likes the omega who makes them for him too. 

Wonwoo wouldn’t even blame him. Jaehan’s perfectly ruffled blonde hair that almost looks like a halo above his head, his doe brown eyes and warm smile. He is the type of omega all the alphas would fall head over heels for. Why would Mingyu be excluded from that?

It’s an ugly thought, but Wonwoo can’t stop it from manifesting in his mind. 

Had Jaehan been with Mingyu last night, would he have taken him too? He probably would’ve taken it all, it’s not like he would have to settle for less like he did with Wonwoo. 

It is beyond Wonwoo why Mingyu wanted him at all. 

When Wonwoo gets home he pushes the box of sweets to the furthest corner of his kitchen. He’ll give them to the elderly lady who lives below him after he freshens up. 

He washes the day away and with the bag hanging off his fingers, he makes it downstairs. 

The source of the aroma is now gone and he packs a small bag for tomorrow morning. Nothing too grand. He’s only there for two days and a night. 

With all his chores out of the way, Wonwoo settles on his couch, turning the TV on and watching the news with bored eyes. It gets him a little drowsy and he doesn’t fight back when his eyelids start to droop. If his body is calling him to sleep, then it is a miracle he will not pass up. It’s rare for him to be well-rested for morning flights, so he lets his eyes fall shut, the activity in his brain ceasing as he drifts off. 

Of course, he doesn’t stay asleep, it would be too good to be true considering his flight was regretfully early in the morning. 

He takes his glasses off and the bridge of his nose feels sore because they must’ve been digging into the skin while he was asleep. Hands come up to rub the sleep out of his eyes before he glances at the clock hung on the wall. He squints once before he remembers the arrow hands have been stuck in that position for several days. He really should get around to changing the batteries. 

His joints crack as he stands up, finding his phone on the kitchen counter. 

The first thing he sees are three notifications from Mingyu; two messages and one call. It’s hardly the first time he’s seen this—he’s probably seeking approval for whatever case he’s been assigned and was unable to find him in the office. 

10:58 pm. 

It is reasonably late and so Wonwoo clicks his phone off, walking to his bedroom with it in his hand. 

Whatever it is, it can probably wait until he gets back from Jeju- And if not, at least until tomorrow morning. If it’s urgent Mingyu will eventually call him again. 

The phone vibrates in his hand then and Wonwoo flips it over. It vibrates once more as his eyes scan the contact name. 

He picks it up on the third ring. “Hello?”

“Hi,” comes the reply and Wonwoo is caught off guard by the way his heart flips at the sound of Mingyu’s voice. 

He reels it back in. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I faxed some documents to you when I was in the office earlier, did you get them?”

“I didn’t,” Wonwoo thinks back to the day. Mingyu must’ve done it after he’d already left for home. “I went home early today.”

“Oh,” It comes out a little high-pitched, it must be a surprise for Mingyu who thought he had an external meeting. “Well, I don’t suppose you fixed your printer?”

Okay. There are two things that Wonwoo needs to repair in his house. 

Mingyu snickers quietly at the silence, well aware of Wonwoo’s response that goes unsaid. “It’s fine, I’ll bring them to the airport tomorrow,” There’s a sound of paper shuffling in the background. “Your flight is sometime in the morning, right?”

That sounds like too much trouble. “When do you need them?”

There’s a tired sigh and fingers clacking away at a keyboard—is Mingyu still at the office? “Well, the court moved the date up, which is great for the client, but terrible for me. I need to have it ready by 10 am.”

Wonwoo originally thought he could look over it after landing in Jeju, but it looks like that won’t be possible. And looking through wordy documents, page after page is already a draining task—and in an airport, it’s a sensory nightmare waiting to happen. 

“There’s no need to come to the airport. You can bring them to my house, I’ll get it done for you now.”

“Are you sure?” Mingyu sounds hesitant. “Shouldn’t you be going to bed? The file is rather long…”

“It’s fine,” It’s not like Wonwoo was going to get much sleep anyway. His sleep turned-nap has left his body energised if anything. “Better done today than to leave it for tomorrow.”

After he’s texted Mingyu his address, it takes the younger man 23 minutes to knock on Wonwoo’s front door—not that he’s been counting—and when he swings it open, he feels a little breathless. 

It’s not just the striking stretch of his lips, curved up at the corners that steals the air right out of his lungs, but it’s the way he’s dressed. 

He’s not wearing his usual office attire; dress shirt swapped out for a worn-out grey hoodie, slacks replaced with loose black shorts. It’s so mundane, yet painfully attractive for Wonwoo who has never seen him without his tidy, gelled hair and wrinkle-free shirt. 

It’s so incredibly ordinary, yet at this moment Wonwoo understands what people mean when they say someone is so beautiful that it hurts. He gets it now, as he opens the door a little wider, allowing Mingyu to step inside as he follows him with his eyes, unable to look away from how enthralling his entire being is. 

Mingyu follows behind Wonwoo as the older of the two leads him into the study. He isn’t entirely sure how long this will take, so on their way Wonwoo picks up an extra chair from his dining room so that the alpha will have somewhere to sit in the meantime. 

With the printed documents laid out on the desk in front of him, Wonwoo proceeds to look over them, doing his best to not fixate on the way Mingyu’s hoodie-clad arm brushes against his own bare one every time he goes to flip the page. It wouldn’t have been an issue if Mingyu had just sat where Wonwoo had left the chair. Instead, he had dragged it beside Wonwoo’s, making the latter slide over so both of their legs would fit under the desk.

But they’re both six feet tall, it’s cramped for their long limbs and it’s only inevitable that their knees knock together occasionally, especially considering the younger appears to have an inability to sit still. 

The only peace he gets comes in the form of Mingyu staying quiet, letting Wonwoo work through the papers with one less distraction. However, soon he is deprived of that solace too as Mingyu leans forward in his seat, the plastic squeaking from the movement. 

“Oh right, that’s what it was,” he seems to mumble it to himself, but it’s impossible for Wonwoo to not catch it when the younger man’s head is hovering above his shoulder, mouth inches from his ear. 

Wonwoo turns his head to glance at him, silently signalling for him to move back when their eyes meet and Mingyu gets the message, shifting back with his bottom lip caught between his teeth as if he’s been scolded. 

His state of bashfulness doesn’t last very long though because seconds later, he’s tipping his body forward again and Wonwoo’s eyes widen when he feels a warmth on top of his thigh. 

Mingyu’s palm has fallen on his thigh and he can feel the heat of it through his pants. 

“You skipped a page here.”

Wonwoo leans back in his chair to put some distance between their heads while the junior associate flicks back to the page he supposedly skipped, but the muscles in his back tense up when he finds an arm behind him. 

Has it always been propped up on the back of his chair? He was too focused on all the other points of contact to notice this one, caging him from behind for who knows how long. 

It’s probably worse if he stays silent, so Wonwoo forces himself to speak up, wincing when his voice sounds forced. “Did I?”

Mingyu hums next to him and Wonwoo swears he can feel the vibration of it right against his ear. He flips one page back and the movement jostles his hand, the one on Wonwoo’s thigh, causing it to end up over his kneecap. 

It makes Wonwoo malfunction slightly, but he persists onto reading the page starting from the beginning, skimming over it while in the back of his mind, he questions whether Mingyu will remove his hand. But Mingyu’s thumb only slides across the area, fingers securing themselves on the inner side of his knee. 

Actually, it doesn’t matter. Wonwoo is a professional. 

There’s a rumble of quiet laughter next to him that makes the beta turn around, momentarily forgetting the hand on his leg to see what about a law document could have possibly pulled such a sound from Mingyu. 

“Hey,” comes the sweet voice. Wonwoo follows his hand, vision focusing in on the spot he points to with his finger. “You signed the wrong line.” 

He’s right. Wonwoo has signed his name where the client should. 

“Yours needs to go here.” 

“Right, sorry,” Wonwoo swallows, staring at the ink on his page. He blinks at it feeling rather lost. He turns his head to look at Mingyu when he notices his lips have turned up into a smile in his periphery. 

“Do you have white-out?” Mingyu asks without any bite to his tone, unbothered by Wonwoo’s silly mistake. In fact, he’s smiling—he almost looks…pleased. 

“Yeah, uh, let me just-“ 

Mingyu’s hand comes off his knee when Wonwoo pulls back the drawer in the middle of his desk and he holds back a relieved sigh, picking up the plastic tool he was looking for amongst all his other stationery. 

He slides the white tape over the misplaced ink and jumps when Mingyu’s hand returns, this time back to his thigh. 

Oh. Wonwoo thinks, picking up the pen to get his signature in the right spot. He’s doing it on purpose. 

“Do you want to take a break?” Mingyu says next to him.

His fingers tighten around the pen when he feels warm breath against the side of his face. “No, it’s fine,” Wonwoo mumbles back quickly, eager to get this done because Mingyu is wearing him down. “We’re already halfway done.” 

Mingyu leans back in the chair, his hand hitching further up Wonwoo’s thigh. “Okay.” 

He’s in the middle of his signature and it’s a miracle he doesn’t mess it up because Mingyu’s thumb starts to move in short up and motions over the fabric. 

“Mingyu.”

“Hm?”

They don’t meet eyes, but Wonwoo can feel the younger man’s gaze on the side of his face. 

“What is it?” He presses his thumb a little firmer, sliding down to the inner side. 

Wonwoo’s not sure what he’s supposed to say. The constant touch on his leg, on his back, is maddening, but he’s convinced that it’s so insignificant that he can’t even bring it up. 

Hey, could you keep your hands to yourself? I haven’t stopped thinking about you since last night and this is not helping. I also have to finish this stupid document and catch a stupidly early flight tomorrow, but here you are being so goddamn distracting. 

It’s all the words he thinks but doesn’t say as he mutters a short ‘nothing’ before resuming the lengthy process of reviewing the paper in front of him. 

Somehow he manages to get through it without any more major obstacles and now he finds himself in the kitchen, kettle boiling away for the cup of tea he had offered Mingyu. 

While the water bubbles away, Wonwoo stands there, eyes settling on Mingyu who’s sitting on the armchair across the room. He’s sinking into it, head tipped back to show his long neck and prominent collarbones underneath his hoodie. His limbs are thrown carelessly, arms hanging and legs spread wide. His shorts are tucked underneath his thighs, pulled taut over the skin and even from here Wonwoo can see how muscular they are, how thick they are. 

They are thick, he knows that from the way he had squeezed them under his fingers. 

A spark ignites inside his stomach when the events of last night come hurling toward him at full force, clouding up his logic. 

Wonwoo wants to sit on them, feel how strong they are under him. 

The kettle goes off and he blinks the image of sitting on Mingyu’s lap away, watching the water colour a honey brown as he pours more of it over the tea bag. 

“Here,” he sets the mug down with a little clang, prompting Mingyu to sit up. 

“What temperature is your house at?” Mingyu asks from behind him when Wonwoo turns around to get the sofa at the opposite end of the living room. 

“28,” He plops down on the couch. “Is it too warm for you?”

“Yeah, feels like I’m in a sauna,” The alpha says with a light chuckle. 

Wonwoo’s offer to turn it down dies on his tongue when he sees Mingyu’s fingers reaching down for the bottom hem of his hoodie. There’s a flash of his golden abdomen and the elastic band of his briefs peeking out of the top of his shorts. 

It makes Wonwoo salivate and somehow simultaneously, he feels his mouth go dry. 

Mingyu pulls the hoodie over his head. Now that his shirt has come back down, Wonwoo drags his eyes up to his face and his ears turn red upon seeing the telling quirk of the alpha’s lips. 

Like he knows exactly where Wonwoo’s attention has been and exactly how tempting he is. 

Wonwoo drops his gaze and stares at the rug on the floor with close attention, that he can see all the little spots he missed when vacuuming. 

Though he can still feel Mingyu’s persistent eyes on him. 

Maybe the temperature of the boiler is set too high. 

“You didn’t tell me you were going home then.”

“What?”

“Earlier at work. I thought you were going to a client,” Mingyu explains in between sips of his tea. “You never said you were coming home.”

It reminds him of the sour encounter with Jaehan at the office and he can’t help the bitterness from slipping into his voice. “Well, Jaehan seemed to know where I was going,”

He cringes after the words leave his mouth. 

That is so not what he wanted to say. 

Wonwoo’s not sure if he’s imagining it, but he thinks Mingyu almost sounds a little amused. 

“Yeah? You should’ve corrected him.”

“I wasn’t feeling well,” It’s true. Seeing Jaehan find every excuse to touch and bat his eyelashes at Mingyu made him feel sick. “I just wanted to get home at that point.”

“You don’t feel good?” Mingyu puts his mug down, taking steps across the living room to take a seat beside Wonwoo on the couch. He winds his arm over the back of the sofa, angling his body to look at the beta. “What is it? A fever?” he asks, placing the back of his hand on his forehead. 

Mingyu is so close right now that he can see the little bumps on his skin, the fine lines of lips and it takes everything in him to tear his eyes away from how inviting they look. 

“No, it’s not like that,” Wonwoo dismisses and the hand on his forehead falls right down to his thighs, making him aware of how tightly they’ve been squeezed together this entire time. “Just…” he stops to catch his breath when he feels Mingyu smoothing his hand down the flesh, the fabric of his pants doing little to buffer the familiar swirl of his gut. “Just a general feeling of unwellness.”

He can feel the want within him climbing to new heights, especially so when Mingyu squeezes the skin gently between his fingers.

There’s a sound of an inhale from the man next to him and it hits Wonwoo then that Mingyu can probably smell it on him. Smell the desire simmering inside of him and he seems to be doing everything in his power to make it stronger. 

It has Wonwoo perking his nose up to see if he can get a whiff of Mingyu, suddenly craving the scent he had buried himself into last night. But he can’t, not even a trace and he’s sorely disappointed. Maybe if they just do this a little longer, it will come out. 

A quiet sigh escapes between his lips as he stops fighting the heat in his tummy, allowing himself to indulge in the way Mingyu’s fingers work over his thigh. 

Then it’s gone. As quick as the heat had enveloped his leg, it was gone, Mingyu retreating further from Wonwoo. 

“I’ll let you rest then. You have a long day tomorrow,” he says, standing up and retrieving his file and hoodie from the other end of the room. He stops by Wonwoo’s feet on his way out. “Thanks for your help,” he smiles with a shake of the file. 

Wonwoo panics. He doesn’t want Mingyu to leave. No. The fleeting touches have left him wanting more, he needs more, something more solid to put out the fire that Mingyu’s set alight. 

Mingyu takes a step away and before Wonwoo can process the action, his hand is flying forward and wrapping around Mingyu’s wrist. 

“Wait.”

The alpha halts, blinking down at a conflicted Wonwoo. “What is it?”

Wonwoo is unable to look up at him, eyes trained on the floor below him as he fights an internal battle. It’s not a matter of whether he wants Mingyu—because believe him, he wants that more than anything. That’s something he won’t fight himself on. 

It’s whether he asks Mingyu to do something about it. 

Had he been able to detect the alpha’s scent, then maybe he would’ve had an easier time asking for more. But he can’t, not when he couldn’t even get the slightest bit of it. 

Does Mingyu not want him that way? Then what were all those touches earlier? He can’t find a trace of his scent—let alone the arousal in it. 

“Wonwoo hyung.”

Wonwoo doesn’t respond, occupied with his conflicting thoughts. 

“Wonwoo, look at me.”

His head immediately snaps up at the command, his body betraying him because Mingyu had used his alpha voice. 

It’s like a punch to the gut when their eyes meet; Mingyu staring down at him with a dark, narrowed gaze, one that makes Wonwoo feel like he has no control over his body despite the fact that it's him who has fingers around Mingyu’s wrist. 

He can’t look away from him, can only watch on as Mingyu’s eyes flit over him with such harrowing intensity that he fidgets in his seat, heat gathering between his legs. 

“Mingyu…” Wonwoo breathes out, finding difficulty in voicing his desires. 

“Tell me,” Mingyu says with a heave of his chest. “Tell me what you want.”

Wonwoo drops his head, shaking it in refusal. 

He can’t. 

He expects Mingyu to use his voice again, frustrated by his inability to cooperate, but he doesn’t. Instead, he lowers it, speaking softly. 

“Just say the words hyung, then I’m all yours.”

And with that velvet smooth voice of Mingyu’s, Wonwoo caves. 

“I want you, Mingyu. I want you to touch me.”

There’s a thud as Mingyu lets go of the file and his hoodie and they come crashing down on the floor, dropping to his knees in front of Wonwoo. 

Suddenly Wonwoo’s head spins, a sudden surge of Mingyu’s scent, coming in so heavy and potent, infiltrating all his senses so overwhelmingly. 

Had he been suppressing it all this time?

“God, was that so hard?” Mingyu makes an amused sound, a light, airy chuckle that flutters around Wonwoo like a spring breeze in the middle of his apartment. He smirks up at Wonwoo, hands splayed over his thighs. “I’ve been waiting for you to say something.”

“I thought, ah-“ Wonwoo keens as Mingyu’s hand comes over his clothed crotch, his growing erection filling up rapidly when he cups it. He struggles to finish his sentence as fingers work over him, making his pants tent uncomfortably. “I thought you didn’t want it.”

Mingyu’s fingers reach for his drawstrings, undoing the loose knot and pulling the pants down Wonwoo’s legs once he raises his hips. “Not want what?” He lifts an eyebrow, fingertips dancing over Wonwoo’s bare thighs. “You?”

He flattens his hand over Wonwoo’s member, strained against his tight briefs and palms it, eliciting a groan from the older man. “I-I couldn’t smell anything…” Wonwoo admits, eyes falling shut as the heel of Mingyu’s hand presses against him. 

“Oh baby,” Mingyu slides down his underwear and Wonwoo’s cock springs up, flushed and curving against his stomach. 

There’s a hint of a smile on his lips, followed by a spike in Mingyu’s scent as he zeroes his eyes on it. It’s impossible for Wonwoo to miss it, he would have to hold his breath not to. 

“How could I not want you when you’ve been walking around with your fluffy hair and glasses, and that shirt which is definitely too big for you, god-“ He bites his lip. “It’s like you know exactly what you’re doing.”

Wonwoo doesn’t. Not really. But his cheeks burn at the revelation that they both find each other equally attractive when they’re not dressed for the world to see. 

“How could I not want you, Wonwoo?” Mingyu repeats, circling his hand around the beta’s throbbing cock and giving it one long pump which makes Wonwoo throw his head back with a moan. “How could I not want you when you’re so pretty?” He rubs his thumb over the slit, coating it in precome. “When you’re so responsive.”

Lifting his head off the couch with a whine, Wonwoo glances down to see Mingyu’s thick fingers wrapped around his slender cock, and other than how good they feel stroking over him, the sight of it plants another seed of desire within him. 

Mingyu seems to like it too, eyes fixated so intensely on Wonwoo’s cock that it almost makes the latter squirm, having such keen eyes on him. 

“And so pretty,” he mumbles more to himself, but Wonwoo catches it, body tuning itself to listen to even the quietest of sounds that Mingyu makes. 

He doesn’t mention how it’s the second time he’s said that. 

Wonwoo lets himself close his eyes as Mingyu continues to pump him with a heated hand, keeping the pace slow at first, building up the pleasure gradually before he tightens his fist, hand moving quicker and heightening the sensations. 

“Oh, yes,” Wonwoo moans in that deep voice of his, grinding up into Mingyu’s hand. He feels the familiar heat simmering in his stomach. However, he’s sorely mistaken assuming Mingyu would let him come like this. 

Like Mingyu can feel that he’s close, he removes his hand and Wonwoo mourns the loss of the satisfying pressure, bucking his hips up in protest. 

His eyes fly open when Mingyu’s hands come to grip his hips, holding them down on the sofa with a firm grip at the show of defiance. 

“Stay still,” Is all he says before he parts his mouth, going down on Wonwoo’s cock with no warning and no hesitation. 

Wonwoo gasps, hands flying to grab a hold of Mingyu’s hair, caught off guard by the scorching, wet heat that engulfs his cock. “M-Mingyu,” he chokes out as the alpha swirls his tongue around the head, sinking all the way down to the base before coming back up. 

The younger man continues like that, head bobbing up and down on Wonwoo’s erection, each time making the fingers threaded through his hair tighten. He even dips the tip of his tongue into the slit and gets a tug on his scalp in return. 

Eventually, he pulls himself off and Wonwoo gets to see Mingyu’s lips swollen red and glistening, in a similar state to his cock which has a heated flush to its length and left coated in the alpha’s saliva. His chest heaves in exertion, heavy breaths leaving through his parted lips, but it’s cut off by a startled sound as he’s yanked down, back sliding against the back of the couch. 

His neck ends up at an awkward angle as it rests against the back of the sofa while his back comes to lay flat on the seat. The sudden change in position leaves him confused for a moment before Mingyu gets his hands under his knees and spreads his legs apart, planting his feet on the edge of the couch. 

Wonwoo hadn’t even realised Mingyu had slipped his pants and underwear off his ankles. 

“So cute.” 

Wonwoo wonders what he’s referring to but he’s left with his ears reddening when he lifts his neck off the couch, finding Mingyu’s head planted between his spread legs. The flush spreads to his neck when he feels soft puffs of air on his taint. 

He doesn’t get time to put his head back down which gives Mingyu an unabashed sight of his reddened face. 

“Where do you keep your lube, baby?” Mingyu smooths his palm up and down Wonwoo’s thigh, erupting it in goosebumps with each glide. “Wanna get my fingers in you.”

The words leave Wonwoo breathless. “In…in my bedroom,” Just imagining Mingyu’s thick fingers breaching him makes his body burn. “First drawer next to my bed,” he says between laboured breaths. 

“I’ll be back,” Mingyu says, pressing his lips to the base of Wonwoo’s cock, which twitches in response. 

Wonwoo whines, throwing an arm over his eyes, too delirious to contemplate whether this breaks his no-kissing rule. With his vision obscured, he listens out for the sounds of Mingyu’s feet padding against the floor and he only lifts the arm off once the steps start to sound louder. 

Mingyu stands above him and it serves as a reminder to Wonwoo that the alpha is still fully clothed, while on the other hand, he’s spread out for him completely. He rakes his eyes down his large figure, stopping at the protruding bulge at his crotch and his legs clamp up instinctively, imagining the hardness pressing against him, slipping past his walls. 

It catches the attention of the standing man. “Don’t get shy now,” he lilts, throwing the small bottle of lube on the sofa cushion and using his free hands to remove the shirt off his body. 

Wonwoo’s mouth waters at the sight of his body like a deprived barbarian. He knew Mingyu was broad and muscular, he could see it underneath the dress shirts he wore to the office, but to see the entirety of his chest like this… It was delicious. 

The rippling golden flesh, the dips and grooves of his abdomen that followed up into a strong, wide chest… Oh, he wanted to bury his face in it. He wanted to bite it, suck it, lick at it until he was covered in traces of his lips because that’s the only he’d ever be able to leave a claim on Mingyu—a little bruise that would fade away unless he made a fresh one each time. 

He’s mesmerised by him, in a trance as the alpha lowers himself down the floor again. 

“Here,” Mingyu says, fingers circling Wonwoo’s ankle as he shuffles closer to the edge of the couch. He puts one foot up on his shoulder, the skin burning around the cold flesh of Wonwoo’s ankle, and then the other. He grabs a hold of Wonwoo’s hips and pulls him down, his head coming flat on the sofa to abolish the cramp in his neck. 

It’s comfortable on his neck and he loves the feeling of the muscles in Mingyu’s shoulders and back moving underneath his feet and calves every time he shifts, but…

“I can’t see you, Mingyu.”

The alpha raises himself on his palms, making one of Wonwoo’s feet slip off him and land on the floor without much grace. 

And there he is again, rising like the morning sun between his legs and Wonwoo wants to bathe in his glowing light. 

“Is that something you want?” He presses a cold, gelled finger against his hole and Wonwoo makes a surprised gasp. “You wanna see me while I open you up with my fingers?” The pad of his finger circles the rim. “You wanna look at me each time I plunge them in?”

Wonwoo’s too distracted by the feather-light touches over his entrance, ghosting and fleeting to come back with any response. 

“Tell me what you want, baby. I’ll make it happen,” Wonwoo shivers as Mingyu spreads more of the lube on him, courtesy of his restless fingers. “I just wanna make you feel good.”

Wonwoo whines in the back of his throat. “I do… I do want to see you.”

Mingyu smiles at him. “So cute,” he says quietly, leaning over him and bringing their heads closer before he pauses, retreating to his previous position. 

It leaves Wonwoo wondering whether it’s an instinct for Mingyu to kiss his sexual partners. How often does he do it to lean over and nearly press their mouths together without much thought?

A pillow is put underneath Wonwoo’s head as Mingyu lifts it up, placing it down on the pillow so gently that Wonwoo’s heart warms at the gesture. It gives him an open view of Mingyu who has propped himself upon his knees on the floor below the edge of the couch. 

Wonwoo watches him between his parted legs, heels planted on the couch. He keeps his gaze trained on him, similar to the way Mingyu stares at the vulnerable place between his thighs. 

“God, you are so tiny,” He presses a lubed finger against the tight muscle which eventually gives in after some insistent coaxing. He gets the first segment of his middle finger in, the walls already clenching down on him. “And so tight.”

Wonwoo grits his teeth together at the intrusion, trying to relax his muscles to make the slide easier. 

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to fit.”

He’s not sure if Mingyu is talking about his fingers or his cock. He hopes it’s his cock. He wants it so bad. 

“It’s…it’s been a while,” Wonwoo admits, chest rising from being stretched after so long. Maybe that’s why he feels so desperate for Mingyu and wishes his body would give way to him faster. 

“Yeah?” Mingyu pulls his finger out to the tip and pushes it back in, just to the middle knuckle, getting the beta used to the stretch. “Been so long since someone fucked you good, huh?” 

Wonwoo nods in response, unable to form a verbal agreement when Mingyu’s finger circles inside of him, loosening his walls. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll make sure to make it worth the wait.”

Mingyu eventually works him up to two of his fingers, occasionally stroking over his cock with his other hand to distract him from the slight burn. It works and soon Wonwoo is rocking down onto his slick digits, aided by the alpha’s expertise. 

“Oh, you’ve missed this haven’t you?” The alpha says, curling his fingers inside of Wonwoo, making the older man muffle a moan into his arm. Wonwoo’s shirt has long ridden up, bunching up over his torso and Mingyu gets his hands over him, smoothing his palm down his toned stomach. “You look so hot riding my fingers like that.” 

It makes Wonwoo roll down his hips more firmly, meeting his fingers half-way and jerking when they brush over his prostate for the first time. 

The light touch sends a jolt of electricity up his spine and he repeats the shameless action to chase the feeling. “Mmph, Mingyu do it again, right…right there, oh- “

Mingyu rubs over the gland, small but firm motions that have Wonwoo’s cock leaking. He takes his fingers out, before inserting them back in as they head straight for the sensitive patch of skin, prodding and stroking over it relentlessly. 

Fuck. Wonwoo thinks he could come from this alone and Mingyu seems to notice, eyes flitting to the muscles in his stomach contracting and the shaking thighs beside his head. 

But Wonwoo hasn't gotten what he really wants. Two fingers aren’t enough to satisfy that insatiable hunger within him, but he’s not sure how much longer he can last for, especially with the way his gut coils with every flicker of Mingyu’s fingers. 

“Ha… another- Another please,” Wonwoo half breathes, half moans. He’ll settle for another finger because he’s so desperate for release. 

“Always so polite baby,” There’s a pair of lips pressing against the head of his sensitive cock. “Of course I’ll give you another.”

Nothing changes for a few seconds and he squeezes his eyes shut, growing impatient.  Wonwoo is close to asking again, and maybe this time he won’t be so polite but he’s left making a choked sound when there’s another intrusion. 

It’s hot, wet and smooth on one side and bumpy on the other and oh my god-

Wonwoo’s eyes fly open and he lets out the most lewd moan when he finds Mingyu with his head buried between his legs, mouth covering his hole as he works in a tongue beside two of his fingers. 

He writhes at the sensation of the wet muscle sliding alongside his fingers, bucking up into his mouth as it drags along his walls. “Oh fuck, Mingyu…”

No one has ever done this for him before and the onslaught of such foreign sensations sets off every nerve in his body, buzzing with activity. 

Another embarrassing moan comes out between his parted lips. He didn’t even know he was capable of such a sound, but Mingyu seems to like it with the way his mouth curves into a smile, pressed against Wonwoo’s bottom. 

“Mm, fuck, love the sounds you make,” Mingyu mumbles against him, his tongue retreating momentarily. 

This time Wonwoo is left squirming as Mingyu straightens his tongue, using the tip to circle his stretched-out rim while his fingers continue to dip inside of him at a steady pace. 

“You sound so wrecked baby,” Mingyu smirks between his legs, blowing a puff of air over his entrance, leaving a chilly feeling as it cools with his spit.

More of said wrecked noises proceeded to spill from Wonwoo’s mouth as Mingyu plasters his lip on him again, slotting his tongue next to his fingers. 

All the stimulation leaves Wonwoo’s cock throbbing, standing painfully erect against his stomach and he nearly cries in protest when Mingyu’s fingers leave him. 

Now with just his tongue inside, Wonwoo can feel the entirety of the alpha’s hot muscle, dipping past his rim and prodding inside of him, sliding along his walls just right. 

He retracts it, lapping over Wonwoo’s gaping entrance and coating it in his spit before he lifts his head up. 

“Fuck, you taste so good.”

His chin is coated in saliva—probably lube too—and his lips are left shinier than ever as he licks over them, only to dive back in eagerly. He uses large hands on the underside of Wonwoo’s thighs to hold him open as he fucks him with his tongue, groaning from time to time. 

Wonwoo is left feeling delirious, a new wave of Mingyu’s scent washing over him and making his head spin. It’s so strong, so powerful that it makes him speak his mind like a drunken fool. 

“Better…” he pants, “better than those cupcakes Jaehan brought you?”

“Oh,” Mingyu groans as he circles his tongue inside him, his nose pressing against the base of Wonwoo’s cock with how close he’s attached to the beta. “So much better baby,” he slobbers, tongue still deep inside of Wonwoo. “So sweet.”

He pulls back and admires his work; fierce eyes staring at the mess he’s left of Wonwoo’s hole, glistening and fluttering around nothing. 

“I’d eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner,” He smirks at the sight, flattening his tongue and licking a long, wet stripe over the puffy rim to seal the words. “If you’d let me.”

Oh. Wonwoo would let him. 

“Fuck, come back,” Wonwoo grunts, hooking his feet behind the alpha’s back and reeling him back in. 

Mingyu goes easily, eating Wonwoo out like a starved man while Wonwoo writhes on the couch, locking his legs around the alpha’s head to pull him impossibly close. 

Once Mingyu gets a hand on his cock, he doesn’t even finish his stroke before Wonwoo is shooting out all over his hand and his own stomach, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. 

He gasps when a mouth comes over his limp cock, a gentle tongue picking up the traces of his release. But the oversensitivity makes a small whimper leave the back of his throat, his thighs clamping together in reflex. 

“Sorry,” Mingyu presses a kiss to his hip bone. “I can’t help it. I love everything about you.”

The alpha helps him up to a sitting position, planting himself beside him on the sofa to clean the excess come off of him with a tissue.

“You do?” Wonwoo says with his eyes shut, letting himself indulge in the tender hands Mingyu runs over him once he catches his breath. 

“Yeah, I-“ 

Mingyu pauses for so long that Wonwoo opens his eyes, watching the gears in his head work away as he chews on his bottom lip. 

“I just- I like you. I like you a lot…”

Everything around Wonwoo goes quiet, his heartbeat thundering in his chest and pulsing in his ears. 

He’s read about kisses that make fireworks go off in your chest but he’s never heard of words that are able to make an entire volcanic explosion erupt inside of his heart. 

Mingyu likes him?

Oh my god, Mingyu likes him. 

Mingyu likes him back!

Despite his grown age, he feels akin to a giddy teenager, butterflies swarming in his stomach and body tingling with excitement.

“…but I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

Wonwoo’s heart cracks. “What?” he asks back quietly, sounding just as heartbroken as he feels. 

“I can see that we want different things and I-“ Mingyu exhales deeply. “I don’t want to hurt myself.”

Wonwoo blinks at him. Different things? Wonwoo’s mind races trying to piece together what he’s saying and he’s left with all the instances Mingyu’s tried to kiss him and pulled back every time because Wonwoo had told him not to. 

“I won’t, um, make things awkward at work, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

The final thought he lands on is the tender way Mingyu had kissed him in his office when Wonwoo pulled him in. How sincerely and passionately he had moved against his mouth. 

“I respect and admire you a lot, Wonwoo hyung. I hope we can still be friends.”

“I don’t want to be friends.”

Mingyu visibly flinches and a sour scent permeates the air for a second before he winds it back in. “I understand, I’ll-“

“Mingyu, I like you too.”

The junior associate’s mouth falls open adorably. 

“I don’t want to be friends with you because then I wouldn’t be able to do this.”

Wonwoo pulls Mingyu in with a hand on his nape, a pleasant warmth blossoming in his chest when he envelops parted lips. It gets a startled sound out of Mingyu who remains still for a few excruciatingly long seconds before he moves in reciprocation. 

Out of all the ways Mingyu has touched him, he thinks he likes this one the most. Soft lips caressing his, full and smooth every time he glides over them—he can’t help but smile into the kiss, angling his head when Mingyu hums.  

The kiss doesn’t stay innocent for long, it can’t when the unlikely pair get a taste of what they’ve been craving, and with their feelings sorted, there’s not much to hold them back. 

Their mouths grow hungrier, lips chasing and pushing, tongue prodding and swiping and they’re left scrambling to close any space between them. 

With strong arms, Mingyu pulls Wonwoo onto his lap, parting from him to remove the glasses perched on the beta’s nose before he’s surging forward, capturing his lips to get another taste of his addictive mouth. 

Wonwoo lets him work a tongue past his lips, pliant as Mingyu jostles him in his lap, shuffling him forward until he’s sat right over his stiffness. 

Too caught up in his own pleasure and thoughts, Wonwoo had completely forgotten the state Mingyu was in; sporting that raging hard-on for much too long now. 

He grinds his bare ass down on the clothed erection once, making Mingyu groan into his mouth and buck his hips up, pressing right into Wonwoo’s bottom. 

They’re both terribly pent up and so Wonwoo moves things along, his own body aching to feel Mingyu inside of him as he reaches into the younger man’s shorts, pulling out his cock, hot and heavy in his hand. 

He pumps his cock between their bodies, long, firm strokes with a tight fist all while Mingyu devours his mouth, bucking up into his hand. His thumb reaches up to the tip, finding it wet with pre-come and he shuts down the part of his brain that is telling him to sink down on his knees and take into his mouth and let the alpha spill into his throat. 

There’s something else he wants a little more. 

With great difficulty, he pulls away from Mingyu’s mouth, half of his words getting caught when the latter starts to suck at his neck. 

“Mingyu, want you to, ah, fuck me,” he groans, twisting his hand around Mingyu. “Want your cock inside me.”

“Yeah?” Mingyu’s teeth scrape against his neck and he breathes more hot words over his skin. “Well, I want you right here, on top of me, riding me just like you did with my fingers.”

The mental image is enough to make Wonwoo groan and rock against a thick thigh, his cock hardening from the friction. 

“Think you can do that, baby?”

“Mm, god yes, gonna ride you.”

Wonwoo tasks himself with spreading lube all over Mingyu’s length, lots of it, lathering it all up into a sloppy mess because he’s anything but small. 

The younger man slides his shorts off and Wonwoo relishes in the heat of his thighs and how solid they feel underneath him. He gets a little distracted by them and the way Mingyu’s cock responds to his hand, which is why he jolts forward when a finger slips past his entrance. 

“Ah!” His hand stutters over Mingyu’s cock, his own twitching against the alpha’s bare chest at the sudden intrusion. 

“Just checking you’re still loose,” he says nonchalantly, taking a single digit in and out. 

“What- Of course I’m still, ah-“ Wonwoo gets interrupted by his own moan as Mingyu rubs over his prostate, collapsing onto his chest. 

“I know,” Mingyu says into his hair. “Wanna make sure you can take it.” 

“Ah…” Wonwoo moans breathlessly against his neck, letting Mingyu smooth over the sensitive spot again and again, driving him nothing short of insane. “Fuck, I can take it, take your finger out.”

Mingyu’s finger leaves promptly, leaving Wonwoo’s hole grieving the loss. He lifts himself up off the former’s chest and his eyes fall to his cock and the thick fingers Mingyu has wrapped around them, tugging at it half-heartedly. “Go on then, hyung.”

He drops his hand. 

“Take it.”

Wonwoo doesn’t need to be told twice, his body reacting instantaneously to Mingyu’s commands. He props himself up on his knees, spread on either side of Mingyu’s thighs and with one hand resting on his shoulder for balance, he grips the base of his length, guiding the head to his anticipating hole. 

“That’s it,” Mingyu cups his thigh with his palm when the head of cock gets nestled between Wonwoo’s cheeks. “Come down on it now.”

Holding Mingyu still, Wonwoo drops his weight bit by bit, letting the tip slip past his entrance without too much resistance. His mouth falls open in a silent ‘oh’ as it gets further inside. He takes his hand to grip Mingyu’s shoulder, wanting something to clutch at as the stretch starts to sting a little. 

“Shit,” he curses. “You’re so…so big.”

Mingyu smooths his palms over Wonwoo’s thighs, up and down in soothing motions, attempting to ease the stretch. “You can do it, baby.”

Wonwoo sucks in a sharp breath, looking down to see he’s only taken half. His eyes clamp shut. Looking isn’t helping. 

“Want me to play with your cock?” Mingyu's voice is gentle, but teasing beside his ear as his hand wraps around Wonwoo’s length, giving it some attention. “Will that help?”

“Yes…yes…” Wonwoo breathes deeply, forcing himself to focus on the pleasure on his member rather than the feeling of being split open on Mingyu’s cock. “Keep doing that.”

That’s how Wonwoo eases himself on. It takes several strokes to his cock, kisses on his neck and lips for him to sink down completely, bottoming out and bringing their thighs flush together. 

Mingyu doesn’t rush him at all, seemingly content with just being buried inside of Wonwoo, practically getting cock-warmed while he keeps whispering little praises into his skin and hair. “So good, you took me so well.”

Wonwoo feels so full, like Mingyu is dangerously close to ripping him apart. He even looks down between them, see if he’s really got all of him inside and he’s left with a pathetic moan escaping his lips. 

“Oh god, Mingyu, look.”

It’s with great pride that Wonwoo watches all the micro expressions flash behind Mingyu’s eyes; from confusion, to wonder to pure ravenous hunger as his gaze flickers to the slight bulge at the centre of his pelvis. 

A thumb strokes over it, over Mingyu’s cock through Wonwoo’s flesh and they both let out a moan, their voices blending together in perfect harmony. 

“Fucking hell,” Mingyu curses, the veins in his neck straining. “I’m gonna need you to move baby, or I’ll have to flip us over and fuck you into the sofa so hard you’ll feel me in here,” he presses his thumb over the protruding part, “for days.”

There it is. The alpha nature, rough and demanding. 

Wonwoo gets one large lungful of Mingyu’s scent, drenched in carnal need and sex pheromones before he starts to lift himself off. 

He rises and falls on his cock, slow and unhurried, prioritising getting accustomed to the alpha’s cock stretching him, raising his hips a little more each time and gradually increasing the length that slides inside him. It’s so good, even at this leisurely pace. Mingyu drags across his walls so satisfyingly and he can feel every part of his thick cock, the veins it’s covered in, graze past his muscles. 

As he works himself up to the size, Mingyu’s hands are running all over him, fingertips racing over smooth skin; his thighs, his lower back and then under his shirt, travelling all the up his chest and smoothing his palms over his pecs. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Mingyu looks up at him, eyes sparkling with wonder, with pure awe as Wonwoo clenches down on him. 

Wonwoo loves it, feeling surrounded by Mingyu in every way. His cock buried inside of him, his hot hands touching and stroking his body, his scent engulfing him like a tight hug. A quiet moan comes out of him when Mingyu starts thumbing at his nipples, circling the buds until they’re stiff. Along with the other’s cock penetrating him, it makes his arousal skyrocket, reaching new heights when Mingyu bunches his shirt up, sucking one of the stiff nubs into his mouth. 

“Ah, Mingyu,” It spurs him on to pick up the pace, sinking down on Mingyu’s cock with much more ease and less resistance. He tangles his fingers in the younger’s hair, holding onto him as his nipples are toyed with, leaving them pink and wet with his spit. 

By now Wonwoo is working decently quick, his cock slapping against his stomach with every buck of hips. There’s a tingle at the base of his spine when he sinks down this time, growing into a stronger jolt of electricity when he does it again. 

“Oh,” His thighs clench, rolling down on Mingyu to get his cock to brush over the same spot. It’s brushing over his prostate and setting all the nerves off inside of him. “Mm, Mingyu.”

Fuck. It feels so good. It has him rocking himself on Mingyu’s lap, rolling his hips and making the head of the alpha’s cock press against the pleasure point in a way that has him letting out a dirty moan. He does it over and over again, chasing the pleasant way his stomach coils and arching into Mingyu with a pretty curve of his spine. 

“Oh, fuck,” he whines and throws his head back, reaching his arms behind and planting his palms on Mingyu’s thighs with his eyes closed. He moves in smooth forward and back motions, hitting the spot every time. 

His shirt has ridden up and Mingyu’s hand makes it onto his stomach, palm sliding down his abdomen. “God, look at you,” he says voice low, admiring the way the beta’s stomach flexes and clenches in an effort to fuck himself on Mingyu. 

Wonwoo comes back forward hooking his arms around Mingyu’s neck as leverage as he grinds into him faster, his thighs burning from the activity, but he can’t help it, finding the energy to go on with how much pleasure he receives and Mingyu’s heated words. 

“Fuck. You should see yourself, so needy for my cock,” Mingyu smiles at him, a sliver of his teeth peeking out, that charming canine, and Wonwoo wants the alpha to bite him, mark him, claim him. 

Though he doesn’t quite think it’s an appropriate time to ask, so he appeases his desires by bouncing on his cock, making the initial slow pace he had started at seem a whole world away. 

Wonwoo whines deep in his throat when Mingyu’s cock hits his prostate every time he bottoms out, desperately chasing his release. It has his cock rubbing against Mingyu’s bare chest and his clothed one, all the sensations making his body feel light and warm. 

“Are you close, baby?” Mingyu asks honey-voiced, hands traveling dangerously close to Wonwoo’s leaking cock, but not quite touching. 

“Yeah-uh,” Wonwoo responds with a staccato moan. “I’m, mph, close.”

“Good. Keep fucking yourself on my cock,” Mingyu gets his hand on Wonwoo’s length, so hard and wet from all the precome dribbling out of the tip. “Take what you need.”

What Wonwoo needs is to feel Mingyu, hot and fast, which is exactly what he does, bouncing so quickly that his shirt keeps flopping over his stomach, covering his aching member and blocking Mingyu from working at it with full efficiency. 

Mingyu deals with it by grabbing a fistful of the fabric and shoving it up and into Wonwoo’s open mouth—parted mid-moan—and making him bite down on it. 

Wonwoo’s legs are on fire and his stomach is so tight from all the pent-up arousal. He doesn’t stop though, working relentlessly to find relief, making a slobbery mess of the shirt in his mouth. 

The fist around his cock grows firm, pumping him rapidly. Mingyu looks up at him, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead and wets his lips. “Come for me, hyung. Come.”

With a few final rolls of his hips, the heat in his abdomen peaks, undoing the tightly wound coil. His mouth opens in a pleasured cry, his shirt dropping out of his mouth as hot, ribbons of come shooting out of his cock and all over Mingyu’s hand and chest. An orgasm hits him in full swing and renders his brain numb, riding out the final waves of the blissful high. 

He’s absolutely spent, eyes falling shut and chest heaving. He’s not far from collapsing on Mingyu when he’s suddenly pushed down onto the couch, position changing so swiftly that he almost feels nauseous. 

He’s already feeling short of air and it absolutely doesn’t help to see Mingyu hovering above, big arms caging him in. 

Mingyu smirks at him and Wonwoo’s left positively winded. 

“Now my turn.”

Wonwoo makes a startled choke as Mingyu makes the first thrust into him, feeling it prod all the way to his useless lungs. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” the alpha pants, driving himself further inside. “Wanted you for so long, wanted to see stretched out on my cock and screaming for me,” he snaps his hips forward, pulling out a cry from Wonwoo, “just like that.”

Wonwoo is seeing stars, toes curling and body writhing from the oversensitivity as Mingyu nails his prostate again and again. “Mph, Mingyu!” He claws at his back, thighs shaking on either side of his large build. 

“So pretty, so sweet. Gonna make sure that this is all you can think about when you’re in Jeju.” 

Fuck. Wonwoo forgot about that. 

Maybe he can take Mingyu with him. It’s short notice, but hey, he could do with the extra hand (or two- Preferably on him, maybe in him).

Mingyu groans, a deep guttural sound as he pistons himself faster. “Oh fuck, you feel so good, taking me so well baby, ah,” He pounds into him, emitting strong pheromones into the air and making Wonwoo light-headed. “Bet you could even take my knot, couldn’t you?”

Honestly, Wonwoo’s not entirely sure, but in that moment all he can think about is Mingyu; Mingyu and his cock and to have his knot splitting him open. 

“Yes, yes, yes,” he babbles, fingernails digging crescents into Mingyu’s back. “Want your knot. Give-“ He moans as Mingyu thrusts in particularly hard. “Give me your, k-knot.”

Mingyu shakes his head and Wonwoo whines, whimpering at the show of denial. It softens the darkness of Mingyu’s eyes and he noses at the older man’s cheek to soothe him. “Not today.”

It doesn’t pacify Wonwoo though. Why even bring it up if he had no intention of doing it today? Damn Mingyu and that foul mouth of his-

“You want my come instead?” Mingyu drawls beside his ear, leaning down until they’re chests are flush and penetrating deep inside of Wonwoo, all the way into the hilt. “Should I fill you up with it and fuck it in deeper? Make everyone know that it was me who was buried inside of you?”

“Oh god, please.”

Wonwoo’s thought about it since yesterday and maybe…maybe even before that too. 

“Please what?” Mingyu circles his hips infuriatingly. “I know you can use your words.”

Fuck. Mingyu is really going to be the death of him. 

He clutches onto Mingyu’s back, staring up at him and his broad shoulders, the grooves and muscles lining them, feeling full to the brim with his cock sitting deep inside. 

“Fill me up with your come,” Wonwoo pants, face heating up at the filth leaving his mouth. “Then fuck it so deep inside me that I can’t even scrub your scent off, so that when I’m in Jeju I can fuck myself on my fingers and imagine that it’s you.”

“Fuck,” Mingyu curses breathlessly with a smile. He dips down to kiss the corner of Wonwoo’s mouth, continuing his fast thrusts. “I didn’t know your mouth was so dirty.”

“Come inside me,” Wonwoo holds back a quirk of his lips, batting his eyes up at the man above him. “Alpha.”

Mingyu’s hips stutter for the first time and he rumbles deep in his chest, eyes clouding over as he pushes himself up and grips Wonwoo’s hips bruisingly hard. It sets off something primitive within the alpha and Wonwoo cries out, legs thrashing behind Mingyu as he slams into him unrelentingly. 

Wonwoo’s body grows limp, flopping around like a lifeless rag doll as Mingyu fucks into him, pulling him down onto his cock to meet him halfway. 

Looking up, Mingyu has his eyes shut, body gleaming with a sheen of sweat from all the exertion and Wonwoo is captivated by him, eyes tracing down the sharp lines of his body, muscles tightening with every hard thrust. He feels Mingyu’s cock pulse within him and his walls clench down on him instinctively, pulling a raw moan from the depths of Mingyu’s chest. 

He’s close, Wonwoo can tell. There’s no doubt about it with the way his scent fills Wonwoo’s lungs with every inhale he takes. 

“Come on, fill me up with your come,” Wonwoo tries to encourage him, raking his fingers down his sturdy body. “Mark me up from the inside, alpha.”

“Fuck!” With one final thrust, Mingyu shoots inside of him, spraying his walls with his seed, hot and wet. Wonwoo just feels him coming and coming and coming. He takes it all, wrapping his legs around Mingyu’s back to lock their hips together and prevent a single drop from spilling out. He wants it all, wants it to coat every inch of him. 

Mingyu leans down to connect their lips, no more unresolved feelings to keep him away and it buries his cock deeper inside. Wonwoo feels the come get lodged further inside of him and he responds by winding his arm around Mingyu’s back, kissing him back tenderly. 

“Mm,” Mingyu hums into his mouth and Wonwoo swallows the sound down, their tongues engaging in a slow, sensual exchange. It’s wet and smooth and Wonwoo relishes in the feeling, thinks he could stay here forever, rooted to Mingyu’s cock and his mouth—it’s heaven on earth. 

His lips falter with a hushed gasp when Mingyu jerks his hips forward in the slightest of motions, making an obscene squelch. 

“Can’t wait ‘till you come back from Jeju,” Mingyu says in between kisses, circling his hips teasingly. “I’m gonna take you out on a real date.”

Things go according to plan (mostly). 

When Wonwoo comes out of the shower, a freshly washed Mingyu pounces on him, tackling him into bed and engulfing him in his arms before he proceeds to kiss him anywhere he can get his mouth on; on his lips, his face, his neck, then rubs his scent all over him. 

“What?” He blinks at him innocently when Wonwoo raises an eyebrow in question. “No one in Jeju knows what I smell like, what’s the problem?”

He has a point so Wonwoo lets him continue his ministrations, unable to hold back a satisfied stretch of his lips when he’s left drenched in Mingyu’s distinctive scent. 

He likes it so much that he grabs Mingyu’s face and kisses his lips into his mouth, and in hindsight maybe it wasn’t the most intelligent of decisions to make because minutes later it’s like somebody’s turned up the boiler again and they’re pulling for each other’s clothes. 

“What time is your flight?” Mingyu asks as he sucks marks into Wonwoo’s skin. 

“S-six…” 

Mingyu glances at the digital clock at his bedside table and his lips curve into a smirk against the bruised skin. “Think you can run on two hours of sleep?” 

Oh, Wonwoo could run on none with the way Mingyu proceeds to fuck him into the mattress. 

In the end, they do go out on a date after Wonwoo returns from Jeju. Mingyu takes him to a food festival, holding his hand the entire time and guiding him through the bustling crowd to get them to the food stalls. 

When Wonwoo’s battery dies out, he brings them to the Han River, sitting on the dewy grass and stealing a few kisses from Wonwoo’s sugary lips—left sweet from the fairy floss he had munched on earlier. 

If after that they stumble into Mingyu’s car, chasing each other’s lips like air after they’ve been separated (for two days, mind you), then it’s nobody’s business but theirs. 

And also the entire firm’s when inevitably Wonwoo rocks up to work with a subtle whiff of Mingyu’s scent, enough for all the omegas and alphas on their floor to know exactly why the senior associate has suddenly started taking one-week leaves every other month. 

Wonwoo doesn’t mind it, especially when Jaehan walks in one afternoon and stops in his tracks, eyes flitting between a clueless Mingyu and his smug beta.