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Sunghoon was back at avoiding Heeseung, though this time for a different reason.
From the beginning of his acceptance process, he had known he’d eventually have to give up Heeseung. He’d known, but that didn’t mean he liked the idea. The worst part for him wasn’t even the fact that he’d stop spending heats with Heeseung —in all honesty, something they kept doing even though it hadn’t been necessary past the first one—, but the fact that he had to have that conversation with him. He had to go and tell Heeseung they didn’t need to continue spending his heats together because he could start taking suppressants again. Of course, he still had to have at least one heat a year, but now he should be able to handle them on his own, like the others did.
But he didn’t want to.
If he could just find a reasonable excuse to keep doing it, Sunghoon wouldn’t be having this problem. But there was none. He could not come up with anything that could help him keep their arrangement going that wasn’t straight up confessing. And if you were to ask him, he didn’t think that was a great idea because Heeseung was very likely to decline. So, he was postponing talking to Heeseung at all to see if he could come up with anything useful. Maybe he’d be struck by an idea at a random moment and then he could go talk to Heeseung. Regardless, he started taking suppressants again. He’d told Jungwon about it just to keep everything out in the open and so he could be reminded of when he shouldn’t take them. He’d probably remember himself, but just in case.
He was confident that Heeseung would not approach him, he hadn’t done so before after all. With that assumption made, Sunghoon could easily escape any situation or possible conversation that would lead to him having to tell Heeseung about the end of their arrangement. Although he knew he was being extremely dumb and a coward, he still chose this over confronting Heeseung. He’d have to, eventually, because the time of his heat would be approaching and he’d show no symptoms. By then, he would not be able to avoid Heeseung any longer, but he trusted himself to come up with an excuse. It may not be a very logical or valid excuse, but still one that would be enough.
So he should be safe from the confrontation for at least a couple of months. Except, of course, that they wouldn’t let him be like that. And by “ they” he meant Riki and Jay. He didn’t understand why these two alphas were so up in his case, but he wanted them far away from his stupid decisions.
The first to come and try to talk some sense into him had been Jay, and he couldn’t be sure it hadn’t been Jungwon’s doing.
“Sunghoon, you know I’m not one to beg for you,” Jay had started, and there was something there Sunghoon was choosing to ignore. “But please just talk to Heeseung-hyung, you are making him anxious.”
“He’s got nothing to be anxious about,” Sunghoon played dumb, though maybe it wasn’t pretending in its entirety.
“Right, so maybe tell him that,” Jay had responded sarcastically. “Listen, I don’t know what you are thinking, I’ll never know what you are thinking and sometimes I believe you don’t think at all, but Heeseung deserves better than this.”
Even if Sunghoon had wanted to complain at the insult thrown in the middle, he couldn’t really deny that Jay was right. Heeseung had been nothing but supportive and patient with him. He’d gone the extra mile just to make sure Sunghoon was comfortable and happy. Maybe he'd been spoiled too much, but he didn’t want to admit it.
“I know,” Sunghoon said, only partially acknowledging the situation at hand. “Which is why I will eventually talk to him.”
“Not eventually ,” Jay groaned, obviously past his tolerance level for Sunghoon’s antics. “You better talk to him soon, and I mean in the next couple of hours.”
“Is it really that urgent?” Sunghoon tried to get his way. He wasn’t ready. “Can’t it wait, like, maybe a couple of weeks?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jay busted out. “No, it cannot wait a couple of weeks, are you— listen,” Jay had to calm himself before he actually exploded. “Whatever you are afraid of telling him, you should know better than anyone that hyung will not judge you for it. He won’t make you feel bad, he won’t ridicule or mock you. He’ll listen carefully and help you in whichever way he can, so stop being an asshole to him.”
“A couple of days?” Sunghoon offered instead, which earned him a small smack to the back of his head.
“Today.” It was an ultimatum, and Sunghoon may just be tempted to know what Jay would do if he didn’t follow through.
Which is how he ended up being cornered by Riki. He should have guessed that after Jay, another one of the members would try to get him to talk. He should have known that Riki would be a hell of a lot harder to get off his back than Jay was. So, obviously, he still didn’t listen and instead spent a whole hour arguing with Riki about it. It was getting the worst of both of them, and by the time they had stopped shouting at each other, they were both frustrated and annoyed beyond comprehension. Sunghoon felt like he was two seconds away from throwing Riki out the window.
“I don’t understand!” Riki shouted. “Why are you not talking to him? It makes zero sense!” He was almost hysteric, really, and it was an understandable reaction.
“It doesn’t matter!” Sunghoon argued back. “And even if it did, it’d be none of your fucking business!”
“You made it everyone’s business because it affects everyone!” Riki pointed out, though it would have been better if they had been talking at a normal volume. “You were all like, cute or whatever together up until a week ago, then you suddenly start ignoring him entirely!”
“So what!?” Sunghoon was past denying what everyone knew he’d been doing. “I just need some time!”
“But what for!?” Riki continued to shout. “Last time you were like this we discovered you weren’t a beta, now you go to your monthly checkup and come back doing the same shit!? What are you hiding this time!?” Sunghoon saw the moment Riki’s brain made a connection, and he had a feeling he wouldn’t like what it was. “Are you pregnant?”
“What the fuck? No!” Sunghoon immediately shut Riki’s weird conclusion down.
“Well, what else am I meant to think?” They started toning down their argument.
“I don’t know? Anything else!” Sunghoon felt a bit uncomfortable having Riki think, even if for just a second, that he was pregnant. He also really liked how it sounded, considering it was implied it’d be Heeseung’s.
“You are all mushy with Heeseung-hyung, you go get checked up, you come back avoiding Heeseung-hyung— you cannot tell me that wasn’t a logical conclusion!” Riki argued.
“I’m not pregnant, stop that!” Sunghoon almost cried.
“What is it then!? This could be over so fast if you just told us—” Riki continued to pressure Sunghoon to speak.
“I like hyung!” Finally, Sunghoon broke. There was a second of silence as Riki really took in what he’d said.
“No, shit, I’d hope so, haven’t you been together for, like, months now?” Riki seemed confused as he sarcastically responded to Sunghoon’s words.
“No? We have not?” Sunghoon felt a little faint. Riki’s comment had made him start to panic a little, did everyone else think the same? Had he been that obvious about his feelings? Besides Jake, no one else should have known. “We are not together.”
“Are you sure?” Riki narrowed his eyes, as if suspecting Sunghoon of lying.
“Of course I’m sure? Are you insane, I wouldn’t be avoiding him if we were!” He was not delusional enough to believe they were together, not even with everything they did.
“Does Heeseung-hyung know that?” Now Sunghoon just felt like Riki was mocking him. It was a bit cruel.
“Riki, please, shut the fuck up.” They’d completely stopped shouting already, and Sunghoon felt exhausted. “We are not together, hyung knows this, and I’m freaking out because of it.” For a brief moment, Sunghoon foolishly thought Riki had finally understood his point and saw things his way.
Then he spoke again and completely shattered Sunghoon’s illusions. “Yeah, so… you should definitely talk to him.” He was nodding along with his own statement, as if he knew something that Sunghoon didn’t.
“We both know I’m not going to until I’m forced.” And maybe the events that took place after that could be caused by his phrasing, but it was more likely that Riki would have done whatever he wanted regardless of how Sunghoon had worded his sentence.
“I can arrange that,” he claimed, cheerfully and as if he were accepting a challenge. Sunghoon was definitely going to regret this whole conversation.
After he said that, Riki moved fast, pulling Sunghoon from his arm so abruptly he almost stumbled forward and had to choose between resisting and stopping himself from falling. He then walked them over to his own room, where Heeseung was sitting on the couch and playing some random game Sunghoon didn’t have time to recognise. As soon as Heeseung saw them coming in, he paused the game and was about to ask something, but seemed to reconsider once he noticed Sunghoon’s panic and Riki’s determination. With maybe more force than needed, Riki literally threw Sunghoon at Heeseung, who thankfully was fast enough to catch him before anyone could hurt themselves.
“There, now talk,” Riki gestured at them with both hands. “Don’t fuck on the couch, I’ll be back in thirty,” he warned them and walked out of the room, closing the door but not locking it.
“Um…” Heeseung looked lost, maybe a bit uncomfortable. “What was that?”
Sunghoon could lie. He could pretend it was something stupid Riki was up to and leave it at that. He could walk out of the room and continue to ignore Heeseung, because the door wasn’t locked . He could pretend nothing was happening and just confront the situation when he couldn’t avoid it any longer. But now that he was there, in front of Heeseung and able to smell his scent, he didn’t want to leave. Honestly, if anything, he wanted to bury himself against Heeseung and never let go again. The fact that he hadn’t got up from his lap should have been clue enough for him to know what he’d be doing.
So, against his better judgement, or maybe in favour of it, he said: “an intervention.”
“Okay, sure, why?” Heeseung had not resolved any doubts with that answer.
“Because I started on suppressants again and hadn’t told you yet…” Sunghoon replied almost mechanically.
“What do you mean you started again ?” It was only after Heeseung misinterpreted his word that he realised he should have led with mentioning his doctor.
“Oh, no, not like that,” Sunghoon reassured him. “The doctor said I could, that I was good enough to start again, but that I should remember to still go through at least one cycle a year,” he explained. Heeseung visibly relaxed after that, being on top of him, Sunghoon could feel the moment it happened.
“Wait, why did you have to tell me?” Just as fast, Heeseung became confused a second time.
“Ah, because now you won’t have to help me through my heats anymore,” Sunghoon should maybe relay all the information together, but he thought it was obvious. Then again, they didn’t need to spend any heats together besides maybe the first one, so he could see where the confusion had come from.
“Oh… not… not even the one that you do need to go through?” Heeseung asked, and if Sunghoon deluded himself enough, he could hear some disappointment in his voice.
“It’s not really necessary, like, most single omegas will spend their heats alone,” Sunghoon tried to sound casual and completely nonchalant with the situation. He was dying to tell Heeseung they actually needed to keep doing it, but that would be too much even for him.
“But won’t it be harder alone?” Heeseung seemed curious, so Sunghoon felt bad not giving a proper answer.
“I mean, sure? But it won’t be that bad,” Sunghoon fought the urge to still ask Heeseung for help. Theoretically, nothing was stopping him. “You’ve seen me during my last heat, I think I’ll manage on my own.” This was true, while his first heat had been spent essentially unconscious, the more heats he experienced the more control he had over himself. That didn’t mean he didn’t let Heeseung take care of everything, but at least he was mentally there.
“I guess,” Heeseung muttered. “I’m a little worried, since you never spent it alone…”
“I’m sure Sunoo, Jake or Jungwon will give me more than enough tips to spend it in the most comfortable way,” Sunghoon said, maintaining an optimistic view. He had to, for his own good.
“But you could still spend it with me, right? If you wanted to?” Heeseung didn’t drop the subject how Sunghoon had expected him to. He had thought Heeseung would be glad he didn’t have to accommodate his schedule around Sunghoon’s heats anymore. One of them missing work every three months for three days was complicated enough.
“I could, but…” And now Sunghoon had a new dilemma. Lying was always an option, because he couldn’t really say he didn’t want to and it be truthful. There was nothing he’d want more than to continue having Heeseung with him through his heats. And he didn’t want to lie to Heeseung again, not about things that so intimately concerned himself. But, at the same time, he couldn’t admit to wanting it without telling Heeseung why, and he wasn’t really ready to confess. Though, Riki had been convinced they were already together to begin with, so maybe he could omit some truths.
“But you don’t want to,” Heeseung wrongly finished for him. Something in his tone or scent had Sunghoon scrambling to correct him.
“No, no! I—” Sunghoon bit his lip in nervousness. He’d got this far, may as well go all the way. “There’s nothing I’d want more…” he could feel the way his cheeks heat up, turning bright pink.
“Then why not?” Heeseung asked, frowning. And honestly, because it’d be too cruel for him and too little for his heart.
Instead, he said: “did you know Riki thought we were together? I’m convinced he still thinks that.”
“What?” Heeseung instantly tensed up, almost panicking. “I-is that why you don’t want to… God, do they all think that? Did that make you uncomfortable?” Heeseung rapidly fired question after question, anxiously. It was kind of cute.
“A little bit? Made me more worried than uncomfortable, really,” Sunghoon admitted. “But it also…”
“Yeah?” Heeseung encouraged him to continue, he either didn’t know what Sunghoon was hinting at or he wanted it to be explicitly told to him.
“It also made me sad… because we aren’t together,” Sunghoon finished, feeling the way Heeseung stopped breathing and his heart picked up. “So I don’t think it’s a good idea to continue—”
“I think it’s a great idea to continue,” Heeseung interrupted him. “Actually, I think we absolutely should , best decision ever, really.” It took Sunghoon’s brains to the count of three to understand what Heeseung was saying.
“Are you saying you want to be with me? To be my alpha?” Sunghoon asked for clarifications just to be sure, and he got his answer in the form of something twitching in Heeseung’s pants and a low groan from him.
“D-don’t say it like that…” Heeseung complained, but it lacked strength and conviction.
“Fine, just because Riki said no fucking on his couch,” Sunghoon was feeling pretty good about himself, so a little teasing was to be expected.
“Sunghoon,” Heeseung called him earnestly, it had shivers running down Sunghoon’s spine. “I’m being serious here; I want everything with you. I want to spend your heats and my ruts together. I want to be your boyfriend and go on dates. I want to make you happy.” Now it was Sunghoon’s heart the one acting up. “I… Sunghoon, I’m in love with you, and I’d do anything to have you as my boyfriend… as my omega.”
That had Sunghoon shaking, though not quite crying yet. Heeseung knew how much that meant to Sunghoon, being called an omega by him. Being the omega he wanted. Therapy had helped him a lot, and he still had a way to go, but having Heeseung telling him he wanted him as his omega was shocking to mind. He still had days he didn’t fully believe he was enough as an omega, days in which he wanted to go back to pretending to be a beta. Days in which he thought he’d never be enough as an omega to get any alphas. So, having essentially his ideal alpha declaring he wanted him as his omega messed up with his emotions pretty intensely. In all the good ways, of course.
Instead of responding verbally, Sunghoon turned around against Heeseung and kissed him how he had always wanted to outside of his heats. “I want all that, too… I’m in love with you, too,” Sunghoon mumbled against Heeseung’s lips during the split second they spent apart from each other, just to avoid confusion. They would have continued, but Riki chose that moment to walk back in.
“Knock, knock, I said no fucking on the couch,” He reminded them. “Glad you talked, now go to either of your own rooms which are no more than a couple of steps away from here,” he said, almost pushing them out as soon as they had stood up.
They had the decency to look ashamed as they walked out of Riki’s room, but only barely. Sunghoon was way too happy to be embarrassed over Riki walking in on them making out, it wasn’t even that bad. Besides, they weren’t actually going to have sex there, just passionately kiss for as long as their lungs allowed them to. While slightly abashed and drunk in love, they fumbled and stumbled their way to Heeseung’s room. Sunghoon wouldn’t admit it, but he preferred Heeseung’s room to his own solely because it had his scent engraved on every little surface and crevice. Also, he didn’t want to make a mess in his room, and they were bound to make one soon enough.
Compared to their first night together, the only difference was the confidence and coordination behind their touches. But their kiss was just as desperate and hungry, their eagerness just as present. Maybe if Sunghoon had noticed these things the first night, they would have got together sooner. Or maybe not, considering everything else Sunghoon had to sort out with himself.
His thoughts were shut shortly after they had first appeared, because Heeseung had slammed the door shut and pressed him against it, kissing down his neck with want.
“Your scent is so much stronger now,” Heeseung muttered, voice muffled by Sunghoon’s neck. “Makes me want to eat you even more…” he said, and that should have been a warning because the next second he was biting Sunghoon’s skin and marking him up like he wouldn’t ever again be in the public eye.
Sunghoon loved it. He let himself be consumed physically, mentally and emotionally. At the moment, he was Heeseung’s omega and he’d be the best at it.
“You can… you should,” Sunghoon held on to Heeseung as best as he could, hoping they wouldn’t fall. He felt weak all over and even if it was so different to what they usually did, it was just as similar too. Because they had both always viewed it like this.
“I should?” Heeseung’s voice had a slight teasing tone to it. “Will you let me eat you whole? Taste every part of you?” The only reason Sunghoon had to suppress his moans was to be considerate of anyone else in the dorm. He wasn’t feeling particularly considerate, though.
“Yes, please,” Sunghoon begged breathily. He needed this with desperation.
“So good…” Heeseung mouthed almost right under his ear. “On the bed or right here?” Before Sunghoon could even think of an answer, just the tone of Heeseung’s voice had his knees going weak. He definitely couldn’t handle it standing.
“Mm… bed, please,” Sunghoon had one hand under Heeseung’s t-shirt, and was using it to try and push him a little with no success. To be fair, he wasn’t pushing with much conviction.
“Okay, beautiful,” Heeseung didn’t resist at all, and gracefully moved them from the door to his bed.
Sunghoon fell onto the mattress like he had multiple times before; felt Heeseung’s hands on him like he always did, and enjoyed every soft touch. Before getting on the bed with him, Heeseung took off his t-shirt. Sunghoon had always loved how Heeseung looked, even if he wasn’t that muscular for an alpha. And it didn’t even matter if his muscles weren’t particularly big, because he had the strength to fuck Sunghoon silly how he liked it. He was also more than big enough where it mattered, Sunghoon could feel it in its entirety as Heeseung laid on top of him. It was seconds after that Heeseung reattached himself to Sunghoon’s neck.
It seemed like something Heeseung always did, especially during Sunghoon’s heats. Sunghoon would say he didn’t get it, but if he could he’d live buried in Heeseung’s scent. Still, he also loved kissing Heeseung, which he couldn’t do if Heeseung was under his chin. Slightly against his will, Sunghoon pushed Heeseung by one shoulder and twisted his head down to join their lips in a messy kiss. Sunghoon was way past feeling any disgust from their mixed saliva dripping from the sides of their mouths whenever they separated even just a tiny bit; he loved how all-consuming their desire was. It was amidst the licking and biting of each other’s lips, that they slowly found themselves ridding of their clothes. So lost in the other’s body that they could hardly wait to taste, touch and feel more.
And this time, as Heeseung pulled down his panties, Sunghoon felt no shame, just need. He needed Heeseung to touch more, to mark him up everywhere, to own him completely. They shared the bed so many times, but this was the first time without their minds being clouded either by pheromones or alcohol. Sunghoon was not new to the sensations he was feeling, especially not when delivered by Heeseung, but having such a clear mind while at the same time being so wrapped in pleasure felt foreign. Like it was too much, but just enough. Like he craved for exactly this, but he doubted he could handle it. He was becoming overwhelmed.
“Hyung… wait,” Sunghoon called out as Heeseung slotted one knee high between his thighs.
“What’s wrong?” Heeseung stopped everything he was doing immediately and looked Sunghoon in the eye with worry.
“Nothing, I just— I need a moment,” Sunghoon said. He didn’t fully understand what he was feeling, only that it was a lot. “I… I’ve never done— I mean, I’m not a virgin, you know that, but… but I’ve never done it… I’ve never been this clear-minded before…” he added a little quietly. “Can we… slow down a bit?”
“Of course, love,” Heeseung pecked him on the nose. “As slow as you need, if you want to stop—”
“No,” Sunghoon was fast in his interruption. “No, I want… I want more, but just- it felt like a lot…”
“Okay, baby,” Heeseung seemed to understand. “What do you want me to do?”
“Uh…” Sunghoon hesitated, because he wasn’t sure what he’d be able to handle without being overwhelmed again. “Kiss me?” That got him a sweet press of lips. “Maybe a bit more…” He managed to say and soon Heeseung was kissing him how he wanted.
From there, Sunghoon managed to relax under Heeseung’s soft touches. He’d already been extremely gentle with him, but now Heeseung was taking it to a different level. Absolutely no movement was done without Sunghoon explicitly telling him he could move on. Maybe it took them longer than ever before, but soon enough Sunghoon had Heeseung fingering him to the point where he was leaking slick like never before. Well, not counting his heats, of course. Even if Sunghoon had never had much of a mind during heats, Heeseung had learnt the best ways to get Sunghoon all worked up.
Sunghoon was going a bit insane, he really needed Heeseung to fuck him. It seemed like Heeseung was just pampering him, not caring in the sightless for his own pleasure and needs. Sunghoon knew Heeseung wouldn’t do anything until he told him directly, but he had a problem with that. At the moment, Sunghoon was struggling to get himself to speak coherently. Mostly, he had been reduced to moans and whines, sounds that Heeseung drank up like he needed them to stay alive.
“P-please…” Sunghoon managed, somehow, to whine.
“What is it? What do you need?” Heeseung’s voice was rough.
“Y-you,” Sunghoon moaned. “Please, H-Heeseung— alpha—” He pleaded as he looked up at Heeseung.
“Anything for my omega,” Heeseung said. Before Sunghoon could process anything, Heeseung had already got a condom on and was pushing into Sunghoon.
Heeseung sled in easily, and for a brief moment, Sunghoon was embarrassed by both the sounds coming out of his mouth and the ones made by Heeseung thrusting into him. The thought was fucked right out of him, and suddenly he couldn’t care about anything that wasn’t Heeseung. His touch, his scent, his voice, everything. It didn’t help at all that Heeseung kept whispering sweet words into his ear, drowning everything else around him. Heeseung kept calling him pretty and beautiful, a good and perfect omega. Under any other circumstance, or even just some minutes earlier, Sunghoon would have been overloaded by his own emotions. Thankfully, Heeseung’s thrusts and continued touch distracted him enough from it.
There was no way Heeseung had always been as big as he felt at that moment, and Sunghoon just kept clenching around him. He couldn’t control himself as he pushed down onto Heeseung and clung to him for grounding. The moment Heeseung moved one hand down to lightly play with his clit, Sunghoon knew he was doomed to come soon.
Apparently, that was Heeseung’s intention. Even when he’d received less physical stimulation, Heeseung seemed as close as Sunghoon felt. It was a bit strange, but Sunghoon would only regain the ability to think after they were done and had had a couple of minutes to breathe. The facts in that moment, for Sunghoon, were that he needed to come and Heeseung was doing everything to make that happen fast. The way Heeseung’s knot had begun to grow and stretch Sunghoon’s pussy felt amazing and frightening. He hadn’t known that would happen with neither of them in their cycle, it hadn’t happened when they first had sex, but it was happening and he needed to decide fast if he wanted it in or out. His body decided for him, though. As he came, hard, shaking and overtaking his whole body, he circled his legs around Heeseung’s hips and locked him in place. There was no pulling out from that.
Heeseung moaned loudly over him, filling the condom with cum. Either the way Sunghoon had clenched around him, his intoxicating scent, the desperation in his voice, or a combination of all of those had Heeseung coming in an instant. He apologised at the same time his hips continued to weakly and minutely thrust into Sunghoon, really grinding his knot inside him. Sunghoon didn’t care. Partially because he couldn’t think yet, but also because it felt good. He pulled Heeseung down on top of him by his shoulders and kissed him messily. It was a slopy, kind of drowsy, kiss, but they both loved it.
Much later, once they had both calmed down and washed up, they comfortably rested against each other ready to rest for the night. Sunghoon wasn’t sure he’d have energy the following day to do anything work related, but he was sure Heeseung would do most of the work for him if he could. Maybe he’d only have to dance for a bit later in the day.
“When you said you’ve never done it while clear-minded…” Heeseung suddenly spoke, startling Sunghoon awake.
“Uh? Oh… well, you know,” Sunghoon mumbled, kind of sleepy.
“I know that… you hadn’t done it with me outside of your heats, or… or that time we were drunk, but… before me? Besides me?” Heeseung seemed worried, so Sunghoon tried his best to be conscious for the conversation.
“I hadn’t had sex with anyone before that,” Sunghoon explained, he thought it’d be obvious, since he couldn’t really hide the fact that he was an omega otherwise.
“Never?” Heeseung seemed anxious for some reason, but Sunghoon still chose to be honest and nod. “Your first time was while drunk ?”
“Yeah? It’s not that important—” Sunghoon tried to calm Heeseung down. He really hadn’t cared back then, and he still didn’t care.
“No, I— Sunghoon, I fucked you while drunk… for your first time—” Heeseung sat up on the bed, and Sunghoon really wished he had stayed lying down, it was warm. “I’m an asshole, what the fuck was I thinking?”
“First, I didn’t tell you, so you couldn’t have known,” Sunghoon said seriously. “Second, you were way more drunk than I was— you couldn’t even remember I have a pussy the next morning and you had eaten me out,” Sunghoon continued, just to prove his point. “So, no, you aren’t and weren’t an asshole.”
“I ate you out?” Heeseung seemed genuinely surprised by the information. “And I don’t remember it? How drunk was I?”
“Honestly, I don’t know,” Sunghoon smiled softly. “Can we go back to trying to sleep now?”
“No, no, you need to tell me what we did that night,” Heeseung was eager and determined to know. “It was our first time together, I want to remember,” he complained and Sunghoon just chuckled.
“I’ll tell you tomorrow, maybe we could recreate it without being drunk some other day,” he said as he pulled Heeseung back down onto the bed and cuddled close to him. Mostly, so that he couldn’t get up again without pushing him. Heeseung wouldn’t do that.
“Okay, yeah,” Heeseung conceded but still pouted.
“I love you,” Sunghoon murmured, and that was enough to get Heeseung to let it go.
“I love you too, my perfect omega,” he answered back, kissing Sunghoon’s forehead tenderly.
Sunghoon slept comfortably and pleased, knowing he could enjoy being in Heeseung’s arms for as long as he wanted now.