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Alpha Ken hums merrily, his hips swaying to the beat of All I Want for Christmas Is You, his booted foot stomping against the marbled floor of Choco Chikin’s kitchen as he brightly rolls the cookie dough. He sighs with content as the scent of his special batch of cookies that he’s about to bake wafts through the enclosed space. Melted butter and Vanilla mixed with his own strong dark chocolate and peppermint scent tickle his nostrils and altogether, create a mouth-watering aroma perfect for the Yuletide season.
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you, yeah
Just before he came back from a baking store three blocks away from the café, the sky is colored a lovely shade of rosette and apricot. It was nearing four PM and the ground was generously covered in afternoon frost, some dead leaves and twigs crunched under his booted feet along the path. Ken loves the scent of winter, particularly on Christmas day, because it feels like home. Enjoying every cloud of white smoke he puffs out between his chapping lips, he yanks the sleeves of his woolen sweater down to cover his benumbed fingers as he made out his way to the stairs leading back to Choco Chikin.
I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
And I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
After rolling out the dough nicely, he begins pressing the colorful plastic cookie cutters of various bunny shapes and sizes, together with some really cute holiday-themed ones like snowflakes and bells and candy canes. He wipes his flour-coated fingers over his apron after placing the cookies onto the sheet and slides it inside the oven.
“Hey Ken,” his best friend Stell calls him from the counter. “Don’t forget. Twelve to thirteen minutes tops so they’ll be really soft and chewy.”
“Yeah, yeah. You’ve already told me that ten times yesterday.” Ken rolls his eyes as he twists the knob to thirteen minutes and the timer starts running.
“And don’t transfer them into the wire rack right away. Let the cookies cool on the sheet for—“
“For ten minutes,” Ken finishes his best friend’s sentence with a snort, but he was grateful nonetheless. “See? I know what I’m doing. I’m not a kid Stell. I can definitely bake cookies!”
“Well. Isn’t that what you told me the last time you burned, how many was it again? Three batches of cookies? Whatever. Just don’t set the kitchen on fire.” Stell laughs when Ken lets out an annoyed growl. “Paulo’s here already. I’m leaving!”
“Good. Get lost already!” Ken smiles, peeping his head from the kitchen door to wave a dismissive hand at Stell.
“Good luck on your date!” Stell shouts, fading as soon as he is out of the glass door and immediately jumping to leave a peck on his boyfriend Paulo’s lips.
The silver-haired Alpha sighs as he follows the two lovers by gaze, feeling warm and entirely happy for his best friend who had just gotten officially together with Paulo a few days before Christmas. He’d never doubted the intentions of the other Beta for Stell, which was why when Paulo sought for his help in finally asking for Stell’s hand, Ken was nothing less than obliging. But then the two had kissed under the mistletoe, nearly falling over each other as they giggled. It was rather cute in a way, and Ken wasn’t afraid to admit that he was jealous.
The kiss, if anything, only made Ken think about the lovely Omega Josh; his purple irises, his soft, ebony hair, his cheeky smile. But what Ken contemplated about, to be honest, was where their relationship is actually gearing towards.
That night when they spent their first date at Cock-a-Doodle-Doos diner made Ken see that he wishes to genuinely pursue Josh and cherish him just as exactly as he is. That night was far from perfect, as might be expected, yet still Ken finds it delightful just the same. They’ve been out on a few dates more after that, have had the opportunity to know one another better in due course. Surely there were instances where either or both of them made terrible decisions and bad choices one after the other, may have said the wrong things but it’s what made their connection wonderful. Ken hoped that Josh doesn’t care about any of those just as much as he does, because there are a lot of amazing things about the two of them being together enough to see past those frailties, shedding all those skins until neither of them sees anything else other than the sincerity and fondness they have for each other.
Josh, sweet, beautiful Josh. He may be small, but he’s feisty. But then, he may be feisty, but Ken knows that he wants and needs to experience love, to belong to someone, to believe that he’s worthy of those. He’s been strong and independent for too long that Ken just wants to take him into his nest, kiss his forehead and keep him warm, let him know that he’s there to protect him, and he will always come between him and whoever that tries to hurt him.
As the sound of the alarm snaps Ken out of his short daydream, he goes back to the kitchen with a warm-hearted smile, praying that the cookies and the fruitcake which he slaved over the hot oven for won’t just create their paths to Josh’s stomach, but into his heart as well.
*
“Who is it? You better not be collecting bills on Christmas Day!” yells Josh from the opposite side of the door.
Ken chuckles quietly at the sound of the Omega’s irritated voice. He had texted the older boy two days ago to make sure that he wasn’t interrupting any plans he may have had on Christmas day so he can drop by his apartment and surprise him with the cookies, cake, as well as a bottle of wine that he bought from one of the most expensive shops uptown.
“Merry Christma—huh?” Ken greets cheerfully, lifting both hands to show the food and drink, only to stop and gape at the boy that has just opened the door.
It doesn’t take him two seconds to take in that Josh absolutely looks adorable in his peach bunny onesie, its long ears drooping just across his head and his tail, which was made out of rainbow-hued fur cutely swings a bit on his back.
“Oh my god, Ken!” Josh squeals and immediately hides behind the door. “What are you doing here? Why didn’t you tell me you’re visiting today!”
“Well, had I told you then it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore. Let me in, Peach.”
“No! Just stay there! I look ridiculous!” the purple-eyed boy groans, but when Ken pushes the door and moves past him, the Omega doesn’t protest anyway.
“No you don’t. You will never NOT look cute to me. Come,” Ken says thoughtfully as he takes Josh’s hand and guides him toward the dining table where he places the box of cookies and fruitcake and the bottle of wine gingerly. “So what’s this whole bunny situation about? Were you streaming? Did I interrupt something?”
Josh shakes his head and leans over to inspect the boxes of food one by one. “I was. I actually just finished when you got here. This one’s a special request from one of my supporters but I haven’t taken it off yet because it’s warm.”
“You don’t have to if you feel comfortable,” Ken smiles sheepishly. “I rather you stayed in that onesie while we enjoy dinner. It’s not every day I get to spend a meal with a Christmas bunny.”
Josh rolls his eyes at the sappiness but bites his lips to stifle a shy smile. “You…really think I look cute in these?”
“When did I ever lie to you, Peach?” Ken asks sincerely, taking Josh’s hand between his own, and the Omega flushes harder.
“So sentimental of you, Alpha,” Josh smiles ever so sweetly as he reluctantly removes his hand from Ken’s and walks over to the stove. “Good thing I’ve enough leftover pasta from last night. Why don’t you head over to my bedroom and I’ll just heat this up, then we can eat hmm?”
“Alright,” Ken mumbles thoughtfully, carrying the bottle of wine and the box of cookies in either of his arms before turning his way toward Josh’s bedroom. “Don’t take too long.” He adds with a teasing wink.
Josh snorts despite the swift blooming admiration he has for the younger boy, as well as the recognition of how naturally domestic the situation feels like. And it’s that particular thought that keeps their connection strong and special despite their differences, Josh knows.
*
“Aish, I knew that would happen,” Ken says proudly as he swivels the glass between his fingers before gulping down the last drops of wine. “Ah, such a long movie. My back hurts—hey. Are you crying?” Ken asks worriedly and the Omega immediately wipes the stray tear with the back of his hand.
“The ending always gets me,” Josh explains. “I know I’ve seen it like a hundred times but,” Josh continues to sniff and blows his nose against the already-soaked napkin in his hand.
“Oh my god, you’re too cute,” Ken teases and pulls Josh closer so he can wrap him into a snug embrace. There weren’t any signs of protest from the smaller boy and thus, Ken happily cages him between his arms and the scent of seasoned peaches made him sigh in content.
“Cute my ass,” Josh retorts, and Ken could clearly hear the pout on Josh’s face even if he couldn’t see him. “You’re only saying that because you like me.”
“Well you’re not wrong, of course,” Ken admits unabashedly, not seeing how the older boy turns a deep red under his shoulders. “So what would you like to do now?”
“Let’s eat the fruitcake please!” Josh blurts out excitedly and Ken chuckles at that, not really caring how they’ve finished the entire box of cookies and the whole pan of pasta Josh made in just one go.
Finishing the fruitcake was likewise a breeze, and the bottle of wine is nearly emptied. The idea of watching another movie has been forgone and was willingly replaced by an hour and a half of exchanging more childhood stories and letting Ken play with Josh’s Maple acoustic guitar that has long since been forgotten in one corner of his closet. Josh has taken it out of its hiding, staggering a little in his steps and where Ken would always be behind to catch him lest he trips in his half-drunken state.
Ken has played some of Josh’s favorite songs, sang to it and Josh sang along as well, all traces of modesty flushed down by the alcohol. They spent the whole time giggling, sometimes even pinching each other’s cheeks and making fun of the other for how red their faces have become. It never occurred to Ken to ever say No to Josh and his antics, especially not when the Omega was too good in giving him those pleading stares and pouting lips; none that Josh would’ve actually done if he was sober.
The clock strikes twelve and Ken is torn whether he should go home and leave Josh in his condition. But just like an answered prayer, he suddenly hears the rolling of thunder from the distance, and not too long after, the storm has moved in closer and quicker than expected.
“Alpha!” Ken hears Josh whining from behind him and suddenly, there is weight in his lap, barely even giving his brain the time to process what his eyes are seeing.
Josh. In his lap. Stripping the cute bunny onesie off to reveal a burgundy-colored tank top underneath.
“Uhh, Josh?” Ken gulps, his hands hanging in the air awkwardly, pretty much uncertain as to where to put them.
Ken flinches when Josh smiles mischievously, eyes heavy-lidded and his breath swirling in alcohol. The Omega jerks up, still in Ken’s lap, and the latter coughs when their fronts very subtly brushed against each other’s. There isn’t any time to react logically for Ken when Josh starts winding his arms around the Alpha’s neck, thumbs making circles around his scent gland and Ken moans to the touch. Ken wasn’t even drunk yet, but there’s absolutely no way he could still think straight past Josh’s pretty flushed face and moist lips.
“Hmm, Alpha,” the Omega groans again, his ass squirming incessantly on the other’s thighs and it was giving Ken a huge problem. His throat is too dry and his brain is too dead when Ken’s hands find their way to circle around the tipsy boy’s small waist, half of the onesie still riding below his hips. “Alpha, am I pretty? Am I sexy?”
Ken blinks dumbly, his heart stopping at the fraction of a second. “O-Of course, Peach. You most definitely are.”
Josh’s ass makes another 360-degree wiggle and Ken ponders whether it was better had he braved the storm and went home. But he deduces there’s no way he can survive the night either way. The Omega grabs both of Ken’s hands clamped on either side of his waists and puts it under his ass, and starts to bounce in Ken’s lap, whimpering.
Ken turns a fiery shade of red.
If Ken isn’t going to die, he’s definitely going to faint.
“Ken, Ken,” Josh sing-songs. “I like you so much, Ken. Make love to me.”
Ken is having a whiplash but considers remaining sane despite his misery. Slowly, he holds Josh’s waist again and stops him from bouncing up and down.
“Peach, Peach. Listen to me. I should take you to your nest now.”
“Yes! Yes, I’d like that. Take me to my nest Alpha, make love to me there!”
Ken sighs, his guts twisting in all sorts of knots while pulling himself together. “I’ll take you to your nest because you’re very drunk. You need to sleep.”
“What, you—don’t you like me anymore?” The Omega murmurs quietly, starts sniffing and Ken whines in frustration.
“Of course not, Peach. You know that isn’t true,” Ken assures the smaller boy genuinely. “But it’s not the right time. Let’s talk tomorrow. I promise I’ll look after you as you sleep, hmm?”
“No! No! I’m drunk but I like you! I want you to make love to me now!” Josh lifts his butt off of Ken’s lap and completely shimmies out of his onesie and throws it on the floor, leaving the flawless Omega in only his tank top and a skimpy pair of boxers. “Please, Alpha. Hnngg…need you.”
The moment Josh breathes those words out of his lips, Ken feels wetness seeping through the fabric of Josh’s boxers, soaking right into Ken’s trousers. The scent of seasoned peaches has since swelled into something so much more potent, like melted sugar amalgamating right into Josh’s natural peach scent. It smells so strong and confined that Ken’s mouth starts to water, his irises transcending into bright, sangria red, the color of desire.
Their faces lean closer, together, feeling each other’s breaths in their lips. Ken somehow still knows he should be pulling away, but his entire body is utterly frozen in place. Ken’s head starts spinning upon the first press of Josh’s lips against his own. His eyelids flutter shut but he sees a multitude of chroma in his vision, similar to those cherry bombs and sparklers that he and his grandfather used to light on New Year’s eve.
It was soft and sweet at first, thinking he could almost taste the fruitcake and wine on Josh’s tongue.
“Ken…” Josh whispers when they pull away.
“Josh…”
Even if Ken’s fingers are trembling now, they still find their way up to Josh’s arms, his neck, his jaw and all the way back down to his waist. The Alpha could not understand what he’s about to do, but he does it anyway. He scoops Josh into his arms and soon, they are in Josh’s nest, shedding all offending articles of clothing one by one until they are down to nothing but their skins.
It was Josh who pulls Ken’s face this time, allowing their lips to meet effortlessly. No resistance whatsoever from both of them when their tongues meet again, mouths curling into smiles when Ken begins to suck on the soft flesh of Josh’s mouth gently, lips warm and their movements slow but affectionate.
Ken places a rough palm gently on Josh’s chest. He was still trembling, but Josh is nothing less than reassuring. The Omega smiles and nods, closes his eyes, and bites his lips when Ken’s touch leaves tingles on his skin. Josh’s gaze follows where Ken’s fingers go, whispering words of encouragement as he basks in its softness and gentleness like Ken deems him fragile like a crystal.
Moans start filling the room when Ken’s tongue begins exploring Josh’s body, dipping into every single crevice and silhouette molded by the tender rise and drop of Josh’s chest and by how his lithe body arches into the sensation. Ken goes further down into his stomach, licking softly into tensed muscles there, making Josh’s back arch even more elegantly. But the Alpha pins his hips down the mattress, still very gently so, and leaves wet kisses on the Omega’s abdomen, and teases a wet trail up to his hip bone.
“A-Alpha, please…” Josh begs for more.
“I’ve got you, Peach.”
Ken pushed Josh’s legs open and up, leaning his face close to where the scent is more potent and takes one last look at Josh, as though asking for his consent. One nod from the Omega is all it takes before Ken is already nosing down Josh’s delicate area. He cups Josh’s bottom with his hands and flicks his tongue around it, tasting the sweet pool of his slick like sugar candy.
Ken stayed there for a while, enjoying Josh’s sweetness and the grip on his hair, the Omega’s cries and moans for the desperate feel of his lips against him. It was the first time he’s ever truly done it, but he felt comfortable, and he knows Josh feels the same way.
In no time at all, Josh is already crying out as he chases his first release of the night. Nothing has ever felt like it before. It was too wonderfully pleasurable and he knows it was doing something for the Alpha as much as it was doing so many things for him, if the growling and moaning from Ken’s throat as he licked him there was anything to go by.
“You taste so sweet, my love,” Ken mumbles after Josh’s climax, his lips glistening in the soft light and it makes the Omega blush.
“Thank you, Alpha,” responds the purple-eyed boy timidly and unfurls his fair legs just a bit wider in the invitation, circling them around Ken’s hips promisingly. “Take me, please Ken.”
The Alpha needed no further coaxing, as Josh is already sobbing upon the gentle push of Ken’s first finger inside him, pushing in all the way to the last knuckle. Josh feels pleasantly warm, Ken thinks, the muscles in the Omega’s stomach tensed but the Alpha can tell he was trying to relax, so Ken’s free hand gently strokes the smaller boy’s thigh. Tears slip from the corners of Josh’s eyes, a fusion of overwhelming pleasure and relief at the realization that Josh has wanted it for so long, but the long wait was all worth it because it was with Ken. He knows in his heart he will take care of him and make him feel loved and wanted and that he could trust him this much.
A few more moments and four fingers in, Josh is whimpering and pleading in between broken breaths as Ken eventually sinks his length deep inside him, finally connecting their bodies as one. They are both in pure ecstasy as their hips slowly rocked back and forth at first, both enjoying the soft, wet heat and shallow thrusts to draw their pleasures out as long as possible. Ken couldn’t take his eyes off of Josh, his purple irises glowing between sangria red and orange as his pale skin glows against the dark sheets.
As they both near their orgasm, the tight ball of pleasure in their bellies building up inside, so does Ken’s pace. The room is ultimately filled with sounds of skin against skin and the Omega’s cries of pleasure, his toes curling inward at the familiar coiling heat in the pits of his stomach. He’s getting close, and closer, his head slamming over and over against his pillow as he nears his second climax.
“F-Faster, Alpha, I’m coming—“
“Come on, Peach. Let go.”
Josh, in his last bouts of strength amidst the wave of pleasure, hoists himself up and finds purchase around the Alpha’s shoulder, opens his mouth as short fangs extend out of his gums. He lets out a small growl before leaning forward and sinks his teeth deep into Ken’s neck just at the same time he comes hard, so hard that his vision turns into a cloud of haze as orgasm washes over him. His heart stops for a moment and so does his breathing, trembling with eyes closed before one last, powerful thrust from Ken lets him know that the Alpha has spilled himself inside him as well.
“You were wonderful, my Peach,” were the last words Josh hears and he smiles, preening under the compliment before his eyes finally slide close and doze off not too long after.
*
Josh wakes up to the faint scent of familiar dark chocolate and peppermint in his room. There was also pleasant warmth beside him, a soft hand brushing the strands of his hair away from his face. He curls closer to the warmth, breathing in the bittersweet scent, and lets out a purr. He knows the scent too well. It was Ken’s, his Alpha.
Wait—
Ken?
Huh?
Josh’s eyes fly open and his gaze immediately meet his favorite pair of silver eyes, and a nest of messy silver hair. A sharp pain shoots in his head as soon as he rises from the bed, but with the sudden awareness that he was on the same bed with Ken, both of them naked save for the comforter that masked their bodies, Josh feels like he was going to pass out.
Memories of last night come smashing right into him like a rogue wave. From the fruitcake to the movies to the stormy night, how he stripped off of his onesie and seduced Ken to no ends, and eventually making love, and the worst part, his eyes quickly dart over to Ken’s neck, where a mating mark, his mark, adorned the Alpha’s skin beautifully.
“Oh no,” Josh stiffens, his heart racing inside his chest. “Oh no, what have I done?”
Ken only smiles meekly, finding his hand and nestling it between his larger ones. He doesn’t say a word, but pulls Josh closer to him and wraps him in his arms.
“It’s alright, don’t cry,” Ken strokes Josh’s back as the smaller boy begins to sob.
“No, I’m sorry! I’ve been careless. Now you’re mated to me. It’s my fault. I’m sorry Ken!”
The Alphas’ hands soothe him, gently rubbing up and down his back and cards his hair as he lets Josh take his time to process it all. Ken could still feel the heat and slight pain in the fresh mating mark on his neck, but he ignores it. The only thing that matters to him now is to make Josh feel safe and assured.
The Omega quivers in his embrace, whimpering in what could only be tears of apology and plea of understanding. It took him a few minutes to collect himself, acknowledge what has been done, and start a new leaf with Ken, his mate.
Finally, Josh pulls back to look at the Alpha in the eyes, and there was only love and promise.
“Don’t cry anymore. it’s okay, Peach. Everything will be okay.” Ken holds his wrist lovingly and brings it close to his lips, opens his palm with so much care, and nuzzles onto it with a smile. “This is all new for us both. But we have time. We have all the time in the world to figure it out.”
Josh still doesn’t understand, and he’s still somewhat scared, but he was thankful. Because Ken gives him the best feeling in the world. The way the Alpha brushes his hair, or the way he pulls Josh close, it was the safest place he’s ever known. He might now know to neither say nor show it, but by the way Ken looks and reassures him, he couldn’t help but think that somehow, in some way, he might’ve done the right thing.