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They had built this routine over the past semester, meeting at the library. Mingyu with his whipped cream and syrup-drizzled drink—much too sweet for Wonwoo’s liking as he found out once—and an Americano for himself. It was like clockwork as soon as it was 4 PM; pressed together side by side as they exchanged hushed whispers of whatever had been on that week’s lecture slides.
It was a little embarrassing how quickly disappointment permeated Wonwoo’s scent, wafting through the air when Mingyu’s contact buzzed onto his screen, a short message plastered with a frowning emoji.
think im coming down with something :(
What was even more embarrassing was how oblivious Wonwoo had been to his scent morphing. He startled when Jihoon nudged his arm in the lecture hall, raising an eyebrow at the notes in Wonwoo’s aroma starting to sour.
Wonwoo promptly reeled it back in.
Do you want to cancel?
noooo hyung i cant :c
the quiz is next week
im gonna need all the help you can give me
Are you sure? You’d be better off resting instead of coming all the way onto campus.
why don’t you come over instead!
So, that’s how Wonwoo ends up on the floor of Mingyu’s apartment, both of their legs cramped underneath the coffee table in the living room. The heat emanating from Mingyu’s body was significant, almost overwhelming if it weren’t for Wonwoo shrivelling in on himself as soon as he stepped foot through the door.
The cold air slapped him in the face, the hairs on the back of his neck rapidly rising to stand. It was not a particularly hot day—Wonwoo was wearing a jacket on his way here—yet, he felt as though he’d walked into a fridge, the air conditioner blasting cool air into the apartment.
Mingyu hadn’t looked bothered by it in the slightest, sporting a thin hoodie and shorts, in fact, he only frowned upon noticing the shiver that wracked through Wonwoo’s body.
Apparently, he’d been feeling hot, plagued with fever symptoms all day. Yet, he was kind enough to kill the air despite Wonwoo insisting he didn’t have to. The room was no longer being actively chilled, but the temperature had already dropped significantly. Enough for Wonwoo to subtly seek the warmth radiating from Mingyu’s body, seeping past the layer of his clothes.
Next to him though, Mingyu was restless, fidgeting and shifting in the same spot, grunting quietly. Wonwoo could ignore that, Mingyu was never the type to sit still. He was like an energetic puppy—had to be taken out for walks daily to avoid the midday zoomies.
However, what was harder to get past was the saccharine scent lingering in the air—Mingyu’s scent. The scent Wonwoo would greedily inhale lungfuls of whenever the omega walked past. Sweet, but not sickeningly so, just enough for his stomach to twist and make his body crave more.
Wonwoo knew it too well to not recognise how it clung to every corner of Mingyu’s apartment.
He also knows it well enough to know that it did not usually smell like this. It was sweeter, richer. It made Wonwoo’s mouth water.
Wonwoo stiffens.
The scent. The air conditioner. The sweat lining Mingyu’s hairline.
They were telltale signs of heat.
“Where are you going?” Mingyu calls out when Wonwoo springs to his feet, his lips pouting around the words.
“I—There’s somewhere I have to be,” Wonwoo swallows, dragging his eyes away from the fullness of Mingyu’s mouth. Along with the scent filtering through his nose, it was making him have thoughts he only allowed himself to indulge in when he was in the safety of his bedroom.
Mingyu’s frown deepens, and damn it if Wonwoo doesn’t want to just kiss it away.
The younger man uncrosses his legs, propping himself up on both knees in front of Wonwoo, staring up at him with messy hair falling in front of big, brown eyes.
Wonwoo gulps.
“But it’s not even six yet,” Mingyu blinks up at him.
Damn it. Of course that wouldn’t work. Neither of them had anywhere to be for the next two hours. Except for here—or rather, in the library, where they should’ve been doing a practice quiz. Not whatever was taking place here.
“Mingyu, you’re going into heat,” Wonwoo blurts out when Mingyu tips his head up at him, innocently, as if Wonwoo wasn’t steadily suffocating in his scent.
Had Mingyu not realised yet? Was Wonwoo just hypertuned to him?
He doesn’t seem fazed. “But I need your help.”
Wonwoo looks down at him, incredulous. He respects the dedication to his studies, envies it, even. Mingyu has always been diligent in all fields of his life, but even this was bordering on a little too much for him.
And more importantly, it was also too much for Wonwoo.
“You can’t really be thinking about studying when you’re minutes from going into heat,” he says, holding an inhale from his nose. “I-I can’t help you when you’re like this.”
“You can’t help, or you don’t want to help?”
Wonwoo stumbles on his words. “Of course I want to help, Min, but you—you’re not-“
“Hyung.”
The air in Wonwoo’s stomach swoops as Mingyu reaches a hand out, taking a hold of his wrist and pressing his nose into the scent gland there.
“You smell so good.”
“Mingyu,” Wonwoo warns. Or, tries to—he sounds airy, breathless.
Mingyu’s lips, warm and soft, graze the goosebump-ridden skin on Wonwoo’s inner arm. “Wonwoo hyung, help me.”
Oh.
Mingyu wasn’t talking about exponents and radicals anymore, was he?
It takes everything within Wonwoo not to tug Mingyu up by his collar, bury his face in his neck and get a faceful of that heady, addicting scent, growing stronger with every passing second.
“You don’t know what you’re saying, Mingyu-yah,” Wonwoo grits his teeth, his resolve threatening to give out with the incessant pressure of Mingyu’s nose and the warm puffs of air that come with it.
Wonwoo trembles when Mingyu takes a deep inhale, his body sagging as satisfaction swirls through his pheromones. “How much longer do you want to pretend that being friends is all you want?”
“Mingyu, I-“
“I’ll tell you one thing, you’re not very good at it,” Mingyu interrupts, eyebrows downturned in conviction, the way they draw together when he sets his mind on something. It makes Wonwoo’s insides feel like jelly. “That week you had your rut,” he starts, “I got a notification on my phone.”
A blurry series of flashbacks starts playing in Wonwoo’s head: how delirious he had been, sweaty and exhausted with the relentless demands of his body. Wonwoo had slumped against his bed, bursting white all over his hand, the image of Mingyu plaguing his rut-riddled brain. He had finally found some relief—however temporary it may have been—the throb in his cock ebbing away as his chest heaved with the aftermath of his climax.
But he could not douse the burn under his skin, the prickling need to see Mingyu, to keep the omega close, to have the real thing because…because shamelessly thinking of him during his rut just wasn’t cutting it anymore.
Wonwoo knew exactly what he was doing when his fingers danced over his phone, Mingyu’s Instagram loading up as it’s done one too many times before—username already sitting in his search history. He has no recollection of how deep he scrolled until he hardened between his legs, rolling onto his stomach and rutting frustratedly against the mattress. Then he was coming, muffling Mingyu’s name into his pillow, phone clutched weakly in his hand.
“You liked my picture at 2 AM,” Mingyu cuts through his train of thoughts. “What were you doing?” he asks, voice velvety and cheeks rosy.
He drags Wonwoo’s hand until it ends up cupping his cheek, burning up under Wonwoo’s cold palm. A tongue pokes out between his lips, running over the fullness of them while Wonwoo follows the movement with his eyes, lingering far too long to be friendly.
“You were thinking about me, right Wonwoo hyung?”
Wonwoo’s scent screams shame, shooting through the space between them before he can get ahold of himself. There’s no point denying it, nor is there any need for an answer.
His hands are frozen on Mingyu’s face despite the heat thawing them. His tongue is heavy, close to numb as the latter stupefies him with every bat of his eyelashes. He can’t say anything. Not a word. Not a sound.
The muscles in his body have become useless too, his arm falling limply to his side when Mingyu stands up. There’s something magnetic in his eyes, holding Wonwoo’s gaze captive.
They’re so close, knees brushing and the little air between them prickling with energy.
“You can leave if you really need to,” Mingyu breathes.
A smack of pheromones hit Wonwoo, tip toeing on the edge of needy. An omega seeking an alpha. Mingyu…Mingyu seeking Wonwoo.
“But as soon as you step out the door, I’ll be thinking about you.”
It strikes a deep chord within Wonwoo. The words echo through his head once, and before it runs a second loop, his hand surges forward, attaching itself onto Mingyu’s nape and using it to tug the boy forward.
Their lips crash in an off-centre smash, bruising soft skin with the urgency of it. Wonwoo doesn’t mean to be so aggressive, but he’s fired up by a primal instinct, and you can’t ignore instinct—not one he’s been fighting and suppressing for so long. It takes root in him and consumes him whole, a heat spreading from his core outwards. He throws an arm around Mingyu’s waist, pulling him flush against his body.
They stumble into each other, lower halves colliding. Wonwoo runs his tongue along Mingyu’s lips, tracing the outline of it before greedily slotting himself inside. He swallows down Mingyu’s moan, licking into the heat of his mouth, feverishly hot and wet.
“Hyung,” Mingyu barely muffles before Wonwoo’s licking the cry off his tongue. His scent thickens, potent with arousal. Wonwoo can almost taste it, the pheromones of a needy, needy omega. It evokes the desire to soothe and provide, to take care of Mingyu in whatever way he’ll let him.
A rumble reverberates through Wonwoo’s chest and he nudges Mingyu’s thighs apart with a knee. Mingyu grinds his hips down almost immediately, his hard-on pressing into Wonwoo’s leg. The pressure is a welcome relief, making him throw his head back and bare the golden expanse of his neck.
The temptation of it has Wonwoo’s teeth tingling, his jaw gritted as he runs his eyes over the tantalising flesh. He dives forward, burying his nose into the scent gland behind Mingyu’s ear and breathing in until it overwhelms his senses. It’s suffocating, yet he only wants to drown in it more.
“God, Mingyu,” he inhales, lips pressing feather-light kisses to the area.
The only thing that could be better than this is a mixture of their scents, a dizzying concoction of their entanglement. It flickers a flame of possession within and he rubs his nose over the skin, drenching Mingyu in his scent. Even the barest whiff would be enough for anyone to realise who made their mark, Wonwoo’s distinct aroma clinging to the omega to show his claim.
Mine. A primitive voice in Wonwoo’s head chants.
“Ah…” Mingyu sighs, knotting his fingers through the back of Wonwoo’s hair, shoving him deeper into his neck; an invitation that the alpha takes, sucking the salty skin into his mouth, grazing his teeth, holding back the desire to sink them in completely.
Wonwoo feels ravenous, getting his lips over every inch of exposed skin. And when that doesn’t feel like enough, he slides a hand underneath Mingyu’s hoodie, pressing it into the dip of his back to encourage the rocking of his hips.
Every touch, every gaze, it gets more of that scent oozing out of the omega, so undeniably tainted with lust.
“Mm, hyung,” Mingyu moans, shamelessly rutting his cock into Wonwoo’s leg.
There’s a wet patch bleeding into the seam of Mingyu’s shorts and it makes all of Wonwoo’s blood rush south, his dick chubbing up to full hardness. He mimics Mingyu’s movement, dragging his cock against a thick thigh and nipping his neck at the delicious friction.
Then Wonwoo smells it, his nose perking up at the twinge in Mingyu’s scent.
“Ah!” A startled gasp falls from Mingyu’s lips.
Wonwoo’s mouth waters, a wet slick coating his finger as he dips his hand past the waistband of Mingyu’s shorts at his lower back. He doesn’t even have the mind to fixate on the fact that he hadn’t worn any underwear, desire flaring through his chest at the liquid arousal on his digits.
“Shit,” he curses, a faint chuckle of disbelief. “You’re leaking from everywhere, aren’t you Min?”
“Can’t—can’t help it,” Mingyu drops his head on Wonwoo’s shoulder, his fingers painfully pressing into the latter’s hip. “Hyung, I like you so much, I can’t help it.”
Fuck. Wonwoo’s heart skips a beat, the confession making his stomach somersault. “Do you think about me, Mingyu-yah?” He gathers the slick between the troughs of his ass, rubbing it into the supple skin obscenely. “When you’re in heat, do you think of me?”
Wonwoo isn’t doing much more than kneading Mingyu’s ass in one of his palms, the other stationed on his hip to guide his cock into his leg. But Mingyu’s panting heavily, nails imprinting crescents on Wonwoo clothed sides.
“Everytime,” Mingyu manages to reply.
A jolt to his cock. “What do you think about?” Wonwoo shoves his leg upwards. “Tell me.”
Mingyu groans, slamming himself against Wonwoo’s thigh as if it was the only thing keeping him from falling apart. “Fuck, think about your dick, hyung,” he babbles, “about your fingers, everything. Have to imagine it’s you all day, and it’s—it’s the only thing that helps. Want you so bad—ah!”
Suddenly Mingyu cries out, biting bluntly into Wonwoo’s shoulder to muffle a moan. His lower half jerks and a wetness seeps into Wonwoo’s leg.
Wonwoo’s brain short-circuits. “Jesus Christ, Mingyu. Did you come from that?”
The younger man weakly pulls back, his sweaty hair plastered to his forehead and lips bitten raw from Wonwoo’s eager mouth. He’s disheveled, unravelling without any concrete touch and it sends Wonwoo for a loop.
It’s almost painful, the force to which Wonwoo drops to his knees, but the dull ache in his joints is immediately forgotten as he yanks Mingyu’s shorts down, the fabric pooling around his feet. He’s greeted with a faceful of the younger’s cock, thick and limp against his thigh, a red flush peeking underneath the milky sheen.
Mingyu nearly folds in half as Wonwoo takes him into his mouth. They both groan, Mingyu at the tightness around his sensitive length and Wonwoo at the tang coating his tongue. His cock throbs between his legs. Mingyu tastes so good.
“Oh god, hyung!” Mingyu cries out, twitching back to life in Wonwoo’s mouth.
The alpha can’t help but smirk around him. Thank god Mingyu was in heat. Wonwoo was nowhere near done with him. He promptly hollows his cheeks, taking him in as deep as he can because Mingyu was big for an omega. So big and full of love. Wonwoo adored him for it.
Wonwoo looks up through his lashes, his mouth lewdly stretched around Mingyu’s cock, yet somehow Mingyu looked more debauched than him. Cheeks glowing red and full lips caught between his teeth. He’s panting, fingers twisting into Wonwoo’s hair when his slit is tongued at.
He abruptly jerks into Wonwoo’s mouth when a finger slips past his entrance. It goes without resistance, the slide eased by the slick leaking profusely. Wonwoo’s cock pulses, straining against his pants as his finger sinks into Mingyu, warm, soft walls squeezing around him. If this is how it felt with a single finger, Wonwoo was sure he’d pass out as soon as he pressed his cock inside.
Pulling off Mingyu’s length, Wonwoo licks the come off the corner of his lips, steadily plunging a single finger between the younger’s cheeks, watching his expression contort in bouts of pleasure.
“Another one, Min?”
Mingyu nods frantically, pushing down on Wonwoo’s finger and using his shoulder for leverage. “Y-Yeah, hyung. Please. Need more.”
Wonwoo doesn’t waste another second, inserting another digit past the rim and being welcomed by a fresh wave of slick dribbling into his palm. “Fucking hell, you’re wet,” he mumbles in quiet wonder, fascinated by the substance dropping down the insides of Mingyu’s thighs, a sinful shimmer.
If it looks so delectable on his legs, he can only imagine how it might look elsewhere.
In one swift manoeuvre, Wonwoo has Mingyu on his knees as well, pushing his torso flat on the sofa with a hand on his flank. When Mingyu makes a pleased sound at the back of his throat from the rough handling, Wonwoo takes a mental note.
Under his roaming fingers, Mingyu arches his back and Wonwoo’s eyes fall exactly where they’re supposed to, to the curve of his ass, the swell of it. Then inevitably to his hole, fluttering around nothing and slicked up, looking so enticing for Wonwoo to get inside.
“God, you’re pretty,” Wonwoo gets his palms on him, spreading his cheeks apart like a damn pervert.
Mingyu ears turn red, making an indistinct squeak at the compliment. And if that wasn’t telling enough, another wave of slick gushes out of him.
“You like being called pretty, Min?” Wonwoo licks his lips, the urge to have a taste growing out of control. He swipes his thumb over the ring of muscle, coating it in the wetness.
The flush on the back of Mingyu’s neck is equal parts endearing and arousing. “If it’s from you, hyung…” Mingyu admits quietly, pushing his ass out.
Heat flares at the pit of Wonwoo’s stomach. His thumb slips past the ring of muscle, causing Mingyu to moan softly. “My pretty omega…” he says, low, hypnotised by the absolute sight that is Mingyu.
“Wonwoo hyung,” Mingyu all but whimpers.
Fuck it.
“Oh!”
Wonwoo catapults forward, burying his face into Mingyu’s ass and eagerly slipping his tongue past his thumb, stretching out his hole. His cock throbs violently between his legs as soon as the taste washes over his tongue. God, this was heaven.
Mingyu wiggles and shifts. “Hyung, no,” he protests through a moan, craning his neck back to look at Wonwoo. Instead his scent grows thicker at the image of the alpha tongue-deep inside of him. “It’s messy, d-don’t—ah!”
It is messy. Positively filthy with the slick on the tip of his nose, coating his lips and dribbling down his chin, but goddamn was it good.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head,” Wonwoo reassures him, voice thick when he reluctantly pulls back. He swaps his thumb out for two of his fingers, plunging them in until they glide over a sensitive patch.
Mingyu cries out, hiding his face between his forearms.
The fingers inside him curl. “Let hyung take care of you, alright?”
Then Wonwoo finds himself just where he was before, squeezing his tongue past two of his digits. It’s so wet and hot, Mingyu’s walls giving way under the prod of his fingers and tongue, the languid drags and intentful taps. He’s so good under Wonwoo’s touch, thick thighs glistening with slick, making pretty sounds that Wonwoo tucks away in the back of his mind.
Body pressed flush against the couch, Mingyu’s hoodie has ridden up, his bare cock—hard and leaking—rubs against the rough fabric, providing some friction to the neglected thing. But it’s torturous, squeezed between his stomach and the sofa, pathetically flopping forward and dribbling a line of precome on the fabric.
It’s perfect. Wonwoo thinks he could stay here for hours, comfortably seated on his knees, Mingyu rooted to his face. His free hand dances everywhere, gliding up Mingyu’s sweaty back, appreciating the hard muscle there. Then trailing all the way down, kneading and groping the soft flesh at his ass and thighs.
It’s perfect until Mingyu pushes himself back against Wonwoo. The sudden jerk nearly makes Wonwoo choke on his slick and he pulls away, wiping the mess on his chin with the back of his hand. Mingyu is oblivious, left with two stationary fingers inside, he rolls his hips, seeking the attention once again. He’s fucking himself on Wonwoo’s fingers. Wonwoo can’t help but think how he’d look fucking himself on his cock like that.
“Hyung please,” Mingyu breathes. He grinds against the two slender digits. “Need more, please, it hurts.”
Wonwoo quickly inserts a third finger, rubbing soothing circles into the meat of his ass.
Mingyu’s hand shoots back, a whine falling past his lips as he grabs a hold of Wonwoo’s arm. “No. Need you.”
It’s a miracle Wonwoo doesn’t come right in his pants then, when Mingyu turns his head back, looking so fucking gorgeous and desperate, big puppy eyes pleading as they meet Wonwoo’s.
“Need your cock to make it better, hyung.”
The fingers inside Mingyu jerk and he moans at the abrupt movement.
Heat floods Wonwoo’s core and he thinks about tearing off his pants, grabbing his cock and shoving it into the inviting hole right in front of him.
Then he’s hit with the horrifying realisation that he doesn’t have any condoms with him.
Mingyu grinds back. “Hyung, please.”
The helpless tone to his voice has Wonwoo reaching a hand between his body, offering slow tugs to his cock to take off the edge. He presses a kiss to his hip. “Mingyu-yah, do you have condoms?”
“N-No,” Mingyu replies, preening at the hand around his needy member.
Disappointment colours Wonwoo’s scent, but he quickly draws it in, hiding it before Mingyu can notice. But in the brief moment it lingered in the air, Mingyu must’ve caught it, because almost instantly, his distress becomes evident.
“Hyung, you’re not going to fuck me?”
Wonwoo freezes as Mingyu’s eyes well up, pools of water collecting rapidly.
“You don’t want me?” Mingyu’s bottom lip trembles, eyes glassy and pupils wide. He looks distraught.
The despair in Mingyu’s voice makes Wonwoo’s head spin and he’s so fixated on his needy gaze, that he misses the boy’s hand tugging his cock out of his pants. As the heat of Mingyu’s palm wraps around him, Wonwoo’s hands go limp, detaching itself from Mingyu to grip at his hip instead.
Mingyu drags a loose fist over him. “Hyung doesn’t want to fuck me?”
A growl rips out of Wonwoo’s throat and he tears Mingyu’s hand away from him. He grabs hold of his wrists, pinning them behind his back and pulls the latter flush against his chest, body feverishly hot. Lust surges through Mingyu’s scent, clouding Wonwoo’s head.
Wonwoo groans, grinding his bare cock against Mingyu’s ass. “Who says I don’t want to fuck you?” he grunts in Mingyu’s ear, slicking up his cock with the hot juices. “Hyung wants to fuck you. Want to fuck you so badly.”
The younger man mewls, offering his neck for Wonwoo to have a go at it.
And Wonwoo does, sucking at his scent gland and luring out more of that addicting aroma. He trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down the flesh. “Hyung wants to fuck you right here,” Wonwoo emphasises with a firm roll of his hips, grabbing them bruisingly. “Until you’re seeing stars, Mingyu-yah.”
“God, do it then, hyung,” Mingyu whimpers, a fresh wave of slick flooding forth. The rug below them will be lucky to be salvaged. He turns his head, desperately catching Wonwoo’s lips in a kiss, pouring out all of his unspoken desires. “Please.”
“Mingyu,” Wonwoo says against the urgent chase of his lips. Mingyu curls a hand behind his head, trying to hold him close. “Sweetheart, we can’t. Not without a condom.”
Mingyu licks the seam of Wonwoo’s lips, nipping at his bottom one. “Please, just the tip,” Then he reaches behind himself again, grabbing the base of Wonwoo’s cock and guiding it to his entrance. “Just a little. Need you right now.”
“Damn it, Mingyu, fuck—okay,” Wonwoo gives in. How can he not when Mingyu is begging for him like this? Asking for cock like his life depends on it. “Just the tip,” he warns.
“Just…just the tip.”
With an unsteady inhale, Wonwoo pushes the head of his cock inside. Mingyu stiffens up like an iron rod in front of him and before Wonwoo even finishes his groan, Mingyu is buckling forward. He falls onto his forearms, his walls clamping on the alpha’s cock as he cries out, shooting thick ropes of come onto the sofa and his hoodie.
His body heaves, back rising and falling erratically at his sudden climax.
Wonwoo’s gut floods with heat. “You were serious about just the tip, weren’t you?”
Mingyu buries his face in his hands, the muscles in his thigh twitching. “I didn’t mean to, hyung—not so quick, I-“
Whatever logic and rationality Wonwoo had remaining in his hazy head, evaporates completely. With one smooth thrust, he sinks his cock all the way into Mingyu. “You’re crazy, you know that? Drive me fucking wild. You deserve a good fuck for being so perfect.”
The air is thick with both of their scents, a dizzying mixture of satisfaction and desire.
Mingyu jerks forward with another thrust, muffling a moan into the sofa. “And I’m the only one who can fuck you just how you need it. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
“Mph—yes,” Mingyu responds, caught in a whine. “You’re the only one, Wonwoo hyung.”
A smirk tugs at Wonwoo’s lips. “Cumming as soon as I get my cock in you,” Wonwoo drives into him, their skin slapping. “So sensitive, Mingyu-yah. Perfect omega,” He leans over him, plastering his chest against his back and speaks into his ear, “I should fill you right up. Spray your insides with my pups.”
Mingyu gasps, his insides growing impossibly tighter and hotter. “Yes yes yes,” he babbles, face flushed red, “I’ll carry your pups, hyungie.”
Wonwoo squeezes an arm between Mingyu and the sofa, circling his cock. He strokes his thumb over the head infuriatingly. “My sweet little omega,” He traces the shell of Mingyu’s ear with a hot tongue. “Want hyung’s cum? Need it to fill you up ‘till it’s leaking out of your hole?”
The moan Mingyu lets out is the neediest one yet, his cock stubbornly hard again in Wonwoo’s hand. “Uh-huh, need it so bad, please Wonwoo. Fuck me and cum inside—ngh—“
A guttural groan rips out of Wonwoo and he tugs them both up, fingernails digging into the meat of Mingyu’s waist. His stomach tightens, the heat coiling up inside of him reaching new heights. “Fuck, Mingyu,” he grits out, chasing after his climax blindly.
Mingyu is limp against his chest, body swaying with every thrust of Wonwoo’s cock. Yet he still has the mind to turn back and give the alpha a needy gaze. “Hyung, knot me,” his eyelashes flutter, and it’s enough to knock the air out of Wonwoo, “okay?”
As if on command the base of Wonwoo’s length starts to swell and he’s fuelled by the most powerful, consuming desire he’s ever felt. He feels it, his core curling with pleasure, twisting and churning along with the throb building up inside his cock.
“Give it to me, hyung.”
With one final thrust, Wonwoo plunges himself forward, his climax hitting him in full force. His seed spills out of him, wet, hot and blinding, creating white spots in his vision. He clutches at Mingyu’s hip, burying his face in the omega’s neck as an attempt to ground himself.
Mingyu moans as Wonwoo paints his insides, his walls squeezing around him. The tight fit grows even more constricting as Wonwoo swells up deep inside of him, stretching out the soft muscle and making room for his cock.
“Oh—oh, hyung, hyung, I can’t—“ Mingyu convulses, incoherent sounds falling from his lips. “I can’t, please—“
Wonwoo curls slender fingers around his messy cock, fisting it quick and hard, jaw clenched as Mingyu overwhelms him with tense walls. “Come for me, Min,” Wonwoo whispers into his ear. “Come for hyung again.”
With Wonwoo’s knot reaching its peak inside Mingyu, the sensation is overwhelming, mind-altering and Mingyu helplessly bursts into Wonwoo’s hand, weakly spurting out cum as the alpha milks the release out of him.
Locked tightly together, Mingyu whimpers against the body holding him up, sagging between sturdy arms. Soft kisses are pressed to the underside of his jaw.
“‘M sorry,” Wonwoo says against his skin. “You must be uncomfortable. I should’ve laid you down.”
Mingyu doesn’t say anything, his heavy panting taking up the space of his words.
Wonwoo takes the opportunity to say everything he’s ever wanted to. “You’re so beautiful, Mingyu-yah.”
His voice is reverent, hands sliding underneath his hoodie and feeling around his sturdy chest. He can’t wait to see all of it in its naked glory—later, when Mingyu’s heat hits him again.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this for. I’ve liked you ever since you gave me that cookie during the semester fair.”
Mingyu scent fizzles into the air along with light laughter, soft and warm. “I made that cookie myself, you know.”
“I know,” Wonwoo smiles against his sweaty neck. “I almost didn’t want to eat it.”
Wonwoo feels his knot go down significantly and he slowly shifts back on his knees, gently easing himself out. They both hiss, the tight ring of muscle clutching at Wonwoo and resisting his exit while his hot seed leaks out, trailing down Mingyu’s ass. What a sight.
He’s almost tempted to slip it back inside with a prod of his finger. But Mingyu’s heat was just beginning, there will be plenty of time for Wonwoo to live out his heart’s desires. Instead he rises to his feet, tugging his pants up.
Mingyu immediately looks back for him, missing his presence as his scent takes on a hint of anxiety. However it quickly fades away in response to the soothing pheromones Wonwoo releases. It morphs into satisfaction when Wonwoo returns with a warm cloth, pulling them on top of the sofa with the younger slung over his body.
“You did so well, Min,” Wonwoo says with unbridled affection, wiping up the mess between Mingyu’s legs gently, but deftly. His hand finds purchase on his waist, giving it a squeeze. “Thank you for letting me help you.”
Full lips brush against his neck, Mingyu nosing against his scent gland, giving and taking. “Aren’t I supposed to be the one thanking you?” he questions, voice lilting with slight amusement.
Wonwoo firmly shakes his head. “No. It feels like one of my dreams have come true.”
Mingyu snorts. “What? A wet one?”
“Ah, don’t tease me.”
Another round of soft laughter rings through the air and Wonwoo’s sure his heart will simply flutter away from his chest. “Since I’m making your dreams come true, will you return the favour?”
“Of course,” Wonwoo responds without missing a beat.
“Will you be my boyfriend, hyung?”
Wonwoo cheeks redden and he blinks at Mingyu blankly for a second too long.
“You won’t?” Mingyu’s lips pout.
“No—I will! Of course I will,” Wonwoo stumbles on his words. “I just…I wanted to ask you out on a date first,” He blushes, dropping his gaze from Mingyu’s twinkling eyes. “I wanted to do it properly and everything. You deserve it.”
A warm hand cups his cheek and Wonwoo’s lashes flutter at the sudden kiss that is stolen from him.
His heart skyrockets out of his chest.
“You’re so sweet, hyung,” Mingyu caresses his thumb along the side of his face. “But I don’t think I can wait a week to be your boyfriend.”
“A week?”
The furrow of Wonwoo’s eyebrows disappear as he follows Mingyu’s line of sight, his gaze dropping between them.
Mingyu’s cock curves up against his hoodie.
Oh.
