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Hongjoong and Seonghwa have been friends since middle school. When they grew a little bit older and presented — Seonghwa first, as an alpha, and then Hongjoong half a year later, as an omega — it was only expected for them to, well, help each other with their heats and ruts. It was an extension of their friendship and mutual trust as they never loved each other romantically . They just never really clicked that way and it was okay. Hongjoong would both kill and die for Seonghwa's sake but holding hands? Overstepping.
Their perfectly tuned system had been working for years, got them through college and some messy breakups, endless tubs of ice cream Hongjoong bought when that one omega broke young Seonghwa's heart. They cared for each other deeply; Seonghwa was happy to give Hongjoong a knot of help during the times of need and Hongjoong returned the favor, sucking Seonghwa's mind out through his dick.
Until Seonghwa met Minho.
They've been whispering about their desires during their little sleepovers as friends do, and once Seonghwa shared that he'd been with another alpha — something that was still judged by the society, even though their generation was way more accepting. It only took Seonghwa a couple months or so to score himself a boyfriend out of what was supposed to be a one night stand. Hongjoong was genuinely happy for his best friend, and Minho seemed like a cool dude, if a bit too horny, but it was a good match for Seonghwa.
It wasn't that cool for him with a heat approaching, though. He needed to date himself out a heat partner and fast.
So he resorts to something he has never seen himself use — a heat and rut dating app. It's built plain and simple; all the users were supposed to post there a small ad with their subgender, desired subgender of their partner and their heat or rut schedule. Oh, and a couple of photos. Hongjoong quickly swipes through his gallery, looking for photos where he feels good ; the ones where he wears his self-designed leather jacket or these ridiculously hot looking boots. His choice isn't necessary the most omega fitting but he gives zero fucks about it; if some alpha is going to judge him for expressing himself they don't deserve to help him with his heat.
"Have you found anyone?" His dad asks one day. Most of his peers would've freaked out if their dad asked about a heat partner but not Hongjoong. His dad is a single alpha father, he has made sure to build their relationship based on trust. Sex was never a taboo subject in the Kwon household; Jiyong was the one to approach ten year old Hongjoong to tell him about heats and ruts and what they imply way before sex education classes did.
Also he has never made it awkward that Hongjoong has been having sex with various partners under his roof. Which was appreciated only if a little bit nosy.
"No, not yet." He sighs. "I've been chatting with some guys but they just… uh." Hongjoong doesn't know how to explain it.
"Don't seem right?" They're sitting on a couch in the living room; Hongjoong is hugging one of the throw pillows while Jiyong is sitting on the other end.
"Yeah." Hongjoong puts his phone away. "Maybe my standards are too high?"
"There are no 'too high' standards when it comes to who you're spending your heat with, Joongie." He makes quotes with his fingers to add emphasis. "It's a very vulnerable state. Same as a rut."
"Yes, but I gotta find someone. I don't wanna be lonely and miserable for half a week."
The truth is that Hongjoong's heats are intense . Some omegas barely notice them but it clearly isn't the case for him as he becomes very sticky, hot and bothered in a record time. Taking suppressants helps to some extent — they aren't even nearly as good as an alpha knot, though. He starts getting itchy in his preheat as if his own skin doesn't quite fit him, and then the itch only becomes even more unbearable.
"How is Seonghwa doing?" Jiyong lifts his legs and hugs them, planting his chin on his knees. "Haven't seen him in a while. He's with, uh, Minhan now?"
"Minho." Hongjoong scrunches his nose. "I think they've downloaded a random kink spreadsheet and now use it as a checklist."
"Oh, so they're happy?"
"Minho looks totally badass as long as he doesn't have Seonghwa in sight. When they're together he's a mess . I've never seen such a hard gay panic before, high schoolers don't even compare." He grins but there's no bite to it. "I think they're on their way to being madly in love. Seonghwa never talks much about it but his eyes? They spill everything."
"There was a time when I lowkey shipped you two." Jiyong tilts his head and his smile is warm.
"You shipped your own son?!"
His dad is as nonchalant as ever. "That's one good thing about raising a teenager — you get to watch a drama for free."
Sometimes they just talk about life and stuff; Jiyong retells the stories of his youth, Hongjoong shares gossip about his friends. For sure, Hongjoong had his teenage rebellion phase but growing older, he realized how genuinely cool it is to be friends with your parent. He will forever stay his dad's pup (and he will never confess how heartwarming this feeling is) and his dad will forever be a little bit embarrassingly nosy, as all parents are. Hongjoong has plans to move out one day, but as it is for now he's more than comfortable living with Jiyong — he isn't the most extraverted person per se but living alone has its own downsides. Some can say it's rudimentary pack instinct or whatever.
After a while Jiyong rises from his seat and pats Hongjoong's mess of hair, quickly scenting him, on the way to his bedroom. "Be careful, pup."
"'m not a pup." He grumbles, grabbing his phone, his ears pink.
Oh, a new notification from the app.
"And use protection!"
"Dad!"
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It took him six days, almost two dozens of clearly miserable interactions with entitled alphas he blocked after ten texts tops and two packages of his favorite cookies to come across Mingi.
Mingi is arguably the first alpha he's met on this app who isn't into nudes; usually every alpha is hell bent on sharing a pic of their dick with a slightly inflated knot as if Hongjoong has never seen a knot — or a dick, which is even more ridiculous. So far he can publish an anatomy atlas with enough exhibits to make himself nauseous. At some point he gives up and googles how one rates a dick pic , which is weird on its own to say the least. The search results are full of tutorials for onlyfans creators — and wait, he could've been earning money all this time?!
That's a thought for another day.
Maybe Mingi is just shy like that? In his clothed pictures he doesn't look like he has something to hide. There were two photos in his profile. One of them being a picture of him was taken in a store — the ends of his hair kept some blue dye residuals, he's looking straight into the camera with a peace sign. A pair of glasses frames his face nicely, whereas an oversized gray tee makes it extremely difficult to examine his physique. His shoulders look pretty wide, though. Second photo is pretty nice too; there Mingi is standing on some viewing platform and he smiles — quite shily but it makes his lips look even more kissable.
In conclusion, he looks quite fit and tall and strong—
Well, exactly what Hongjoong is looking for in an alpha. Being independent, assertive, and strong outside the bedroom doesn't mean he doesn't want to feel small and pretty for a change and be manhandled around by a buff guy.
They chat a bit and share basic stuff like jobs (Mingi turns out to be a teacher assistant, which is super sweet and a bit unusual for an alpha but Seonghwa is a teacher himself so that's not unheard of). The alpha turns out to be his one year dongsaeng, and Hongjoong is comfortable enough to go on a hyung base with him.
So far Mingi hasn't shown any red flags; he's considerate and honest, if a bit shy, and during their conversations Hongjoong doesn't have a fleeting feeling that he's being manipulated into something or taken advantage of. It's something all omegas are overthinking in the background of their minds — are they going to be safe with this alpha? physically? mentally? Disturbing but that's the reality.
Hongjoong decides to maintain no nudes policy Mingi has established and sends him cute photos — his morning head, a mirror selfie with some light makeup on, a subway masked selfie. Mingi replies with two photos of himself chilling in bed and oh god, that sliver of skin shouldn't be as sexy as it is. The pics are objectively as innocent as they could be, considering the purpose of their chatting is getting laid (railed into oblivion while their bodies literally beg for touch, for sex, for breed or being bred). It feels surprisingly refreshing after all the times he was virtually jumped on by alphas who can't keep their dicks to themselves.
If he takes a dozen lewds in his favorite lingerie while thinking about Mingi's lips, it's nobody's business but his own.
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By the universal friends code the gossip is to be shared.
The app Hongjoong uses doesn't allow screenshots so he retales all the dialogues to Seonghwa on their weekly gossip meeting. "That one dude tried to persuade me that alpha-slash-omega pairs are superior because they can have children. What if I mate an alpha and we don't want to have children? What about infertile omegas? Should they just jump from a roof—"
"Joongie, shhhh. Don't escalate yourself." Seonghwa scoots over and backhugs him, putting his head of Hongjoong's shoulder and scenting him slightly. "You get reasonably butthurt, I totally understand you. Alphas suck sometimes."
Hongjoong huffs. "They better suck dicks then just suck."
"Good alphas do exist. You'll find one, I believe in you, Joongie."
"Are you dating Minho just to piss off everyone in a two mile radius? You successfully took not one but two wonderful alphas out of the dating pool, yourself included." Says Hongjoong with faux annoyance.
Seonghwa shrugs, giggling. "It was a match made in heaven, shoo." His smile is so bright the omega can't find it in himself to object.
"Is it his scent I smell on you? Something rainy, like petrichor?" Hongjoong sniffs, trying to catch the smell lingering around the alpha's neck. He pays extra attention to not over-scent it with his own scent.
Seonghwa blushes, rather adorable. "Yeah."
Intimacy levels of scenting range widely. Wrist scenting is considered the basic level; it's something friends do to each other to soothe worries or cheer up. Rubbing cheek glands is appropriate for close friends; Seonghwa and Hongjoong continued to do it even after they stopped being intimate with each other and it didn't seem to bother Minho.
Neck was a bit trickier since that was where the mating glands were. Alphas and omegas could be more possessive of those zones, both their own and their partner's as it would be considered rude and disrespectful to scent a mated person on their neck.
Blush on the alpha's cheeks deepens as he's contemplating something. He bites his lower lip and says, "We're into the thigh scenting right now."
Thighs, though. Thighs were reserved for intimate partners only.
"Oh man, you're serious. " Hyunjin pats his head, and Seonghwa smiles and giggles.
"Yeah, it's a bit early to judge but so far we've worked well." Something flicks in him on a whim and he swiftly changes the subject: "But it wasn't about me! We were talking about your dating app adventures. You had to meet at least one somewhat decent alpha. I refuse to believe dating apps are that terrible."
"Yeah." And Hongjoong is surprisingly honest. "There's that one alpha, he's a teaching assistant in a school. Very good first impression, super sweet and gentle. At this point I just hope Mingi won't say any bullshit before my heat hits."
"See, it's not that bad." Seonghwa rubs his wrists together, scenting him, and Hongjoong turns his head to nuzzle into Seonghwa's cheek, when the alpha suddenly turns."Wait, teacher assistant Mingi? As Song Mingi?"
Hongjoong furrows his eyebrows, mentally scrolling over their chat. "I have no idea, we've never shared last names."
"Show me his photo then." Hongjoong quickly unlocks his phones and taps on the dating app. "Oh yeah, that's the Song Mingi."
"You know him?"
Seonghwa nods. "Yeah, we work in the same school."
Hongjoong's scent spike in interest so the alpha grabs his wrist for a soft scenting. It's almost an instinct for them. "And..?"
"And?" Seonghwa mimics his intonation, clearly not following.
"Is he any good?"
"He… is weird. But, like, good weird, I think? Kids adore him, he's like a giant pup himself."
The omega isn't sure if being a giant child is a good or a bad thing since he isn't keen on dealing with some premature stuff. "Uhh, I'm not sure that's what I'm looking for in a potential heat partner, though."
"He's a good person, that's what I'm sure of." Seonghwa replies with an affirmative nod. "He won't hurt a fly, really, and with all his antics Mingi is very responsible and reliable. Never heard a bad word about him."
And that's what solidifies Hongjoong's intention to schedule a date with him as he trusts Seonghwa with his life, heats included.
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They meet on a rather rainy day in a café a few blocks down Hongjoong's street. It's a cozy place; with a couple of rocking chairs, a faux fireplace and fluffy blankets laying around. The dim lighting combined with instrumental music creates a secluded, intimate atmosphere.
Hongjoong shows up five minutes early, he's gone in and out with dolling up — not for Mingi's sake (well, that's at least partially a lie) but for his own as he just enjoys feeling pretty. Extra desirable.
When he walks in, greeting the barista, Mingi is already there, nervously fidgeting with the menu. That's a total green flag, Hongjoong likes a punctual man. The omega stops for a second, still unnoticed, to check him out. Mingi wears loose linen pants and an oversized knitted sweater big enough to give him the cutest paws; his hair is a creative mess of bleached strands. On the bridge of his nose sits a pair of round glasses that add a bit of chic to his hunched frame.
"Hi." He says softly, and the alpha flinches, his eyes immediately on Hongjoong.
Mingi gets up to greet him. "Hi, Hongjoong-hyung. Is it okay if I hug you?" He asks, licking his lips nervously.
"Of course." The omega smiles, and he goes on his tiptoes while Mingi bends a bit to adapt to their height difference. Mingi is even bigger while standing — he has physique to be reckoned with, his shoulders pleasantly wide and solid.
"Your scent... It's very cute, hyung." Mingi moved a chair for him; in any other circumstances it'd feel weird for Hongjoong but coming from Mingi it was rather cute and endearing and not condescending. Mingi sits across the table from him and lends him a menu.
"Your smell is very pleasant too." He compliments back. "Something fresh and a bit woody?"
"Yeah, I've been told it's like pines." The alpha smiles, looking him in the eyes, and then blushes and lowers his gaze. "Uh, let's order first?"
They get a jug of currant and cucumber lemonade — Mingi's recommendation — and some salads for a late lunch.
"Dusk or dawn?" It's honestly the best conversation starter Hongjoong mastered; abstract enough to not be nosy and open for discussion.
"Uh, I like dusks more, I think?" Asks Mingi and chews on a piece of meat, clearly thinking. "It's pretty, and nights are calmer."
"You didn't come up as a type to like calm."
"Oh, I'm a bit of an overgrown child." He giggles. Adorable. "And I work with pups, I love them more than anything. But even if you love something, you're allowed to feel frustration from time to time. I use nights to decompress and be my best self when I'm with the pups."
"Yeah, I totally get it. I work in a design bureau, and it's super cool — we specialize in interior design, mostly public places like restaurants. Seeing your results is incredibly rewarding, but working with entitled clients? Not so much." They both chuckle in mutual understanding.
"Some parents are like that, too."
They bond over shared movie preferences (Mingi likes both Peter Pan and the Pirates of the Caribbean, which is a major green flag if you ask Hongjoong) and teenage stories, effortlessly changing topics as they go. Turns out Mingi has never played spin the bottle — he was too shy and a late bloomer, so it naturally never happened. Hongjoong gives in to the nostalgia when they talk about first dates and first kisses — well, it's not so interesting for Hongjoong's part since Seonghwa was all his firsts. Mingi opens up that his first was an omega girl from his high school so Hongjoong jokes about the alpha being raging bisexual. It sends him into a deep blush but he denies nothing.
At some point Mingi asks him about his experience with the heats and ruts dating app.
"You're, actually, the first person from there I decided to meet in real life." Hongjoong confesses. "It's just… I kinda feel like a lot of people — I don't think it's exclusively an alpha thing, but who knows — a lot of people perceive you as a piece of meat to satisfy their needs. Which is uh, okay, valid, since it's pretty much the reason the app exists, but I need connection, you know?"
"Oh, you're right. And I agree that this, um, attitude doesn't have gender or subgender." Mingi fidgets with a napkin. "I've met a couple omegas from there and it left me drained. I don't wanna, uh, I mean, I kinda do? Shit talk about them. But it felt like a job interview. And I suck at those!"
And then he pouts .
It shouldn't be as cute as it is.
"So why should we hire you to be our resident heat helper?" Hongjoong tries to play along.
"Oh no, don't!" The alpha winces, bringing a hand closer to his face.
"Don't hire you?"
"Don't make it an interview."
"Okay, I won't."
"Thank you." There's an awkward pause. "But I, um, I like you, hyung."
There's a hopeful look on his face; his brows are a bit furrowed and he bites his lower lip, probably an unconscious gesture.
" Oh. " Hongjoong feels his cheeks and ears getting flushed. "I like you, too."
The most anticlimactic finale of their dinner is Mingi spilling a jug of juice all over himself. The alpha groans, his lips pouty and oh, Hongjoong wants to kiss those lips so badly. But he giggles, giving him a few paper towels in weak attempts to somehow undone a whole liter of apple juice.
"We can go to my place and watch a movie, if you don't mind it? I can lend you a hoodie, I have a couple oversized ones." Hongjoong asks, if a bit too clingy for a first date, but he feels something, a connection, and wants to explore it a bit more. "And I mean movie! No funny business."
God was he wrong.
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When the movie starts, they occupy two opposite sides of the couch. As the plot progresses, Hongjoong slowly starts to skew in the general Mingi direction as the alpha looks even cuter in the omega's sweater he borrowed for a change. Sure, it's a bit too tight for Mingi's large frame but it hugs him tight in all the right places.
There's some dumb romance movie on the screen so Hongjoong can half-ass watch it without any regret, since all his attention belongs to the decreasing distance between their bodies. He quite literally gravitates towards the alpha, as he looks like a great cuddler — big, wide, not too sturdy.
Yeah, sue him, his heat is approaching and he wants cuddles.
By the time the leads finally kiss after the shittest ton of miscommunication and other romanticized bullshit, his shoulder is breath away from Mingi's. They've been chatting through the movie, voicing complaints about one of the leads' bad acting skills and weird camera angles.
The bubble bursts when Hongjoong can't take any more of this . "Let's watch something else?"
Mingi gets startled and turns his head to the left, as if not expecting Hongjoong to be so close. "Yeah, uh, of course! I don't know why I suggested it, something romantic-ish just seemed, well, fitting?"
"I'm not a fan of romcoms or dramas, to be honest, they rarely do a good job at portraying real stuff, you know?" Hongjoong elaborates, leaning a bit more on his own side so he's facing Mingi. He puts his elbow on the back of the couch and plants his cheek on his palm.
The omega can vaguely see the deep red blush in the alpha's ears.
"Oh, yeah. Me too. Again, I don't know why I suggested it, so I don't mind skipping." He grabs the tv control and opens the movie app menu, scrolling through the available options. "Uh, how about… oh? Everything alright?"
Hongjoong knows he's been caught staring but that's exactly what he's going for.
"Can I kiss you?"
Mingi's breath hitches, and the controller slips out of his grip. He pays it no mind as his gaze falls from Hongjoong's eyes to his lips — and the omega delivers, licking his plumper lower lip. The alpha's eyes are now filled with hunger, and the mere thought of it sends shivers down his spine. After a second of an impromptu staring contest with Hongjoong's lips, the alpha wakes up from his trance and nods, if a bit over-eagerly.
"I need your words, baby."
"Please."
And that's all Hongjoong need to close space between them, as Mingi meets his lips halfway. The alpha's lips are plush and soft, the skin chapped; he tastes like a mint bubblegum he has chewed on their way to Hongjoong's house – it's refreshing if a bit too cold and tingling.
Mingi is soft and gentle and smooth, he waits for Hongjoong to deepen the kiss and tilts his head to the side, cupping the omega's cheek with his warm and calloused fingers. Hongjoong caresses his wide shoulders, squeezes his biceps, tugging him closer and closer until their chests touch.
Hongjoong is out of breath but he doesn't want to stop.
The alpha breaks the kiss; his scent is so intense the omega could nest in it. Their foreheads touch and their noses brush when one of them takes a breath too deep. "You said no funny business." Mingi whispers as if afraid to poke the bubble surrounding them.
"I changed my mind. Is it okay with you?" His hands move to frame Mingi's jaw, carefully avoiding the scent glands on his neck, as he skeweds a bit farther to look him in the eyes.
“Yes.”
Mingi is a beautiful mess.
Hongjoong wants to touch him everywhere he can, let his fingertips glide on the alpha's smooth skin, feel the shivers running up and down. Their lips reunite in a delicious kiss, it's more passionate now — tentatively, Mingi explores him with his tongue, nips his lower lip and gently pulls, smirking when Hongjoong gasps and bites him back.
Mingi moves, mouthing his way up to Hongjoong's ear. "Can I kiss your neck?" He whispers, the breathing tickling the omega's earlobe.
Hongjoong tilts his head, giving the alpha more space, presenting himself. “Yeah.” Mingi kisses just above his pulse. "Can I get rid of this pretty sweater?" He tugs the hem of it.
"I'm all yours." His voice is low and breathy, clearly affected by everything they’ve been doing
The sweater gets stuck on Mingi’s shoulders and then elbows, and they giggle, while the alpha is squirming his way out of it. After that all the other pieces of clothing get discarded pretty fast – first Hongjoong’s shirt, and he’s so eager he almost tears apart the last button, then Mingi’s baggy pants, and with each article leaving them it feels both colder, as the chilly air of his apartment lingers on their skin, and so much hotter.
Mingi is all soft lines and lean muscles, with more bare skin there’s more scent – he smells like a quiet night in a forest, but not the dark and hostile one – the forest is friendly and the rare animal sounds are soothing. His scent is fresh but not overwhelmingly so, like a cup of well seasoned tea and not a mouthful of mint toothpaste. Hongjoong wants to drown in his scent, and so he does, leaning closer to the alpha’s neck and cheeks.
At some point during all their family friendly foreplay, Hongjoong climbed on Mingi’s knees, straddling the alpha. With their height difference – and, oh god, Mingi is a good half foot taller and it shouldn’t be so hot – it takes them some time to adjust and continue kissing. Mingi’s palms are gently feeling up his thighs and ass, squeezing his waist, caressing the barely-there outlines of his abs.
"Is it okay if I mark you?" And damn if Hongjoong isn't just a tad bit possessive. So far Mingi seemed quite good at dealing with his shit and even though possessiveness in omegas is seen as something annoying and rudimentary, Hongjoong likes to mark his alphas.
There's no one as menacing and primal as a possessive omega tiptoeing their heat.
Well, it’s at least two weeks before his preheat starts, but that’s an unnecessary detail. Maybe it’s just something inherently Hongjoong .
"Oh yes!" Mingi stutters for a moment, trying to compose his thoughts. "I mean no, I'd be happy if you do but, uh." He averts his eyes. "I work with kids."
" Oh. Okay" That isn’t something Hongjoong’s brain is capable of considering right now.
Mingi looks a bit ashamed of that, nervous for sure, and his hands slip from Hongjoong’s thighs. "It's nothing personal, I swear!"
“Hey, it’s alright.” The omega grabs his hands and places them back where they belong, on his ass, lightly squeezing them. "What about marks on non-visible places, then? It’s okay if you don’t want any marks at all, baby."
Interes spikes in Mingi’s gaze. "What do you have in mind?"
"Your gorgeous thighs." Hongjoong moves his hips, slowly rutting against Mingi.
The alpha swallows, his breath heavy. “I have too many clothes for it.”
A smirk blooms on the omega's face. “Yeah, that’s a problem.” He lifts himself to free Mingi from a lapful of omega. "Can I?" Hongjoong asks, tapping on the button of his pants.
"God, of course."
Mingi quickly unbuttons his pants. His hands are fast if a bit erratic, trembling with nervous desperation, when he lifts his butt to drag out the pants, which makes Hongjoong get off of his lap. After the pants are down — Mingi's underwear still modestly in place, though the omega can see a wet patch starting to appear — he goes down on his knees, between Mingi's insanely long legs.
Hongjoong covers his thigh with small red spots that are going to bloom in full color in a few hours. Hongjoong fondles his hips and squishes the alpha's waist. Mingi whimpers, palming himself through the fabric of his boxers. "Hyung, your mouth feels so good."
Hongjoong worships his body, losing himself in his soft muscles, in every single detail of his body — the little scar on Mingi's knee, a birthmark on the inner side of his thigh, soft skin with barely-there stretch marks, likely a consequence of his large height. Hongjoong covers each millimeter of his skin with kisses, mouths Mingi's balls and half-hard dick, kneading the flesh of his gorgeous legs. "I could've spent my entire life between your legs." He whispers, leaving a trail of kisses next to Mingi's happy trail. The omega pulls off his underwear, tossing it aside, and revealing the alpha's dick; Mingi seems to be a big boy but he isn't imposingly large. Mingi isn't fully hard yet but Hongjoong already sees the outline of his knot, darker in color and veiny.
Hongjoong always liked to taste his partners, spit and cum and slick — and he sees no reason to deny himself right now. He takes the alpha's head inside, and Mingi whines oh so softly, curling his fingers, scratching the velvet cover of the couch. The omega drags his hand and puts it on his head, and Mingi reads him as an open book — he feels his palm in his hair, feels fingers playing with his strands, but Minho doesn't interrupt his rhythm.
The taste is a bit salty and incredibly alpha , something that can't be described or compared to anything else. Hongjoong covers his dick with soft kitten licks; the omega was never the type to deep throat his partners — especially the ones on the bigger side — from the get go. His jaw was unfairly small for someone who enjoys pleasing their partner with their mouth and lips and tongue, but he learned long ago that enthusiasm is as important, if not more so, than pure skill. He kisses the length, thriving in the way the dick in his hands fills out with blood, swells, gets heavier in his hands. Spit isn't the best of lubes but there's something animalistic in the way Hongjoong spits on Mingi, using his hands to stroke what can't fit in his mouth.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." Mingi trails, whining and breathing fast, and bites his lower hip so hard it's a miracle he doesn't draw blood. When Hongjoong lifts his eyes and looks right into Mingi's, the alpha looks like he's two seconds away from passing out. "Can I eat you out? Please?" His expression is almost begging.
Hongjoong frees his mouth with obscenely loud pop. "Is everything alright?"
"It's better than alright, oh god." He takes a deep breath, shivering. "I'm not really a second round guy, I don't wanna cum so early."
"Let's make this one round matter, then." Hongjoong smirks, kissing just above his knee. Mingi manhandles him onto the sofa, unbuttoning his pants and pulling it away with his underwear, quick and efficient. He puts the omega’s legs on his shoulders, scatters kisses over his inner thighs, mouthing the spot where his leg meets his groin.
For the first time Hongjoong pays attention to the feeling between his thighs and he's leaking, slick pooling, and he shivers a bit when he feels Mingi's breath on himself, his balls drenched in slick, his mostly hard dick. He is comfortably average for an omega, with black stubble on his groin and shaved away happy trail, not that he has a lot of bodily hair to begin with.
"You smell even better here, hyung." He inhales, savoring the smell, and his warm breath sends shivers down Hongjoong's legs, making his toes curve and legs squeeze Mingi's deliciously wide shoulders.
The alpha goes down on him with desperation of a starved man, slurping and drooling, making him even wetter with saliva. Hongjoong feels a tight knot in his lower abdomen getting thicker and hotter, trembling in his limbs more intense and wild with each passing second of Mingi enthusiastically eating him out. When he cums, Mingi strokes him gently, getting him through the orgasm, cum pooling on his tummy. With diligence, Mingi licks every single drop, tracing down the outlines of the omega's soft abs. The alpha is a man on a mission, and, god, it may be the most erotic thing Hongjoong has ever seen in his life.
"FYI, I barely have refractory period." The omega says once he gained some coherency; Mingi is just laying on him, his head on Hongjoong's hip, his arms around his legs. The sight is endearing, maybe a little bit too much for a random hookup on his couch, but it is what it is. "But I don't mind a cuddle break."
"You're the best." Leaving the last kiss on his hip, Mingi squeezes himself between the couch back and Hongjoong's smaller frame, cuddling him from behind. A gentle kiss on his shoulders makes the omega tremble from inside out.
After a while and some giggles, things start to get heated once again. It begins with Mingi slowly rutting against his ass from behind, his kisses getting more heated, wetter, with more tongue in them. He nips the omega's nape, nuzzling in the crook of his shoulder, while his finders play with the buds of Hongjoong's nipples. The omega guides his hands, subtly showing his the intensity he likes and enjoying the gorgeously painted net of veins on the alpha's forearms.
“I wanna be in you. Can I be in you, hyung?” Mingi whispers, biting the love of his ear. His erection never really faded away, but now Hongjoong feels it throbbing against his ass.
“Yes. Please.” He exhales, sucking on his own lower lip. "Do you have condoms?"
"Oh, yeah! Yes, of course." Mingi gets up, almost pushing Hongjoong away from the couch, and runs to his backpack left near the living room entrance. He takes a small round metal case out of it and quickly opens it and— having a dedicated case for condoms shouldn't be so hot but it is. "I, uh. Standard condoms don't usually fit me so, uh. Yeah. Gotta be prepared and all."
It's both adorable and oh so sexy — how Mingi stands, every centimeter of his body on display. He is so sensual one second, and so shy and cute the other, and that whiplash can never get boring, if you ask Hongjoong.
"Can you check the expiration date? I'm nearsighted so, uh…" Mingi gulps nervously. "I didn't bring old condoms to you! It's just been a while and, you know, I wanna make it right. Protection is important. Yeah."
It shouldn't be as endearing as it is. It should be awkward. And weird. But god, does it make him slick even more, sticky liquid running down his ass.
Hongjoong takes a small square package and after a bit of fidgeting finds the expiration date; the condom in question is set to expire in a few years. "It's good, come here, alpha."
Mingi's body is big enough to cover him entirely, and it feels heavenly. The alpha carefully fingers him for a bit, testing the stretch, before putting on the condom and aligning himself with Hingjoong's ass. "I also have the ones with dots."
"We should totally test them the next time." They both giggle, and Mingi's hand find his jaw before he lays down and kisses him on the lips, and Hongjoong can taste the residuals of his own slick and cum on the alpha's tongue.
The first breach feels heavenly. Hongjoong always thinks of it as one of the best parts of sex, rivaled only by orgasming on a swollen knot. He feels pleasantly small and fragile under the broadness of Mingi's body, clawing his wide shoulders and running his hand on the gently defined muscles of the alpha's sides. The alpha fits inside him perfectly; big enough to feel the stretch and that delicious fullness but not enough to be painful when his knot starts to catch on his rim with each thrust.
That feeling of an alpha knot teasing him from inside is the only thing Hongjoong is able to focus on. It starts to swell, getting bigger, but he can feel the muscles of Mingi's abdomen clenching to prevent the knotting.
And Hongjoong finds that he doesn't want Mingi to stop. "Knot me."
Mingi's breath hitches, the rhythm of his thrusts breaking, when he almost stops completely. Hongjoong is in awe of the alpha's self control. "What?"
"I want your knot." Hongjoong patiently repeats, moving his pelvis for emphasis.
"Oh god."
"Just Joong is fine." He giggles, and pulls Mingi down to catch his plush lips in a beautiful kiss.
After a few constrained thrusts later, Mingi pulls off and looks Hongjoong in the eyes with so much raw vulnerability, and Hongjoong nods, shaking off all of the alpha's concerns. He wants this knot.
Mingi picks up the rhythm, pounding him with more strength in his thighs and less restraint in his abs; Hongjoong feels the knot filling up, swelling inside of him, and it feels heavenly . He feels raw and exposed in all the good ways, he feels so hot — like every single cell of his body is on fire and it wants to be closer to Mingi, so he hugs him, leaving trails of his nails on the plains of his back. Mingi gently rubs the head of his cock, precum on his fingers, and he licks his own fingers, looking Hongjoong right in the eyes.
And it all pushes the omega closer to the edge, he flies right past the last frontiers of coherency, giving himself, surrendering to the waves of hotness that travel across his whole body.
With a loud hiss he cums for the second time, mewling praises and sweet nothings in Mingi's ear as the alpha fucks him through the orgasm, his knot almost too big for a thrust. The pressure of a knot feels almost painfully good, stretching his bliss, so he almost misses the moment when Mingi pushes one last time, securing his knot inside Hongjoong. Mingi's whole body shakes in violent spasms as he cums, groaning in Hongjoong's shoulder, and he falls on the omega with the full weight of his body.
They bathe in the hotness surrounding their exhausted bodies, breathing hard and deep.
“Hi.” Mingi lifts his head from the crook of Hongjoong’s head, and he looks positively disheveled; his hair is a sweaty mess, some strands glued to his forehead, the face is red and from up close Hongjoong can see all the little imperfections that make him just so perfect – a little scar near his eyebrow, a few old acne scars scattered on his cheeks, a little butch of stubble near his ears.
“Hi, alpha.” He can’t help the smile blooming on his face.
Mingi looks at him as if he is the eighth wonder of the world. “You feel so good around my knot, hyung.”
“You fucked me so well, big alpha.” Hongjoong squeezes his muscles, and Mingi groans.
“Oh god, you do it again and I might pass out.”
And then they hear it.
The sound of keys in the door lock, turning once, twice – and the door is open .
There they are; Mingi all over Hongjoong, unambiguously pressed right between his thighs, his own hips are covered in small bruises that are to redden and stay there for at least a couple days, the air in the room reeking of sweat and their combined scents and sex. He can smell Mingi's scent spiking in dread; the alpha moves back as if it's possible for them to disconnect, and Hongjoong hisses in pain, feeling the tug of a well swollen knot. Pleasantly big knot , supplies his post orgasm brain.
“Hi Joongie!” He hears the clanking sound of the keys when his father drops them on the clutter table next the front door. “It smells weird here, are you alright?”
Jiyong is engrossed in whatever he’s typing on his phone – something work-related, probably – so he walks past the archway to the living room once and stops for a second, before doing a double take on them.
Mingi hardly breathes in the meantime, his eyes full of horror.
Well, he’s technically ass up, his back facing the entrance. And he gets walked in on in arguably one of the most vulnerable positions known to humankind.
“Hi, Joongie.” Hongjoong sees Jiyong's clearly entertained face over Mingi’s shoulder. His voice is as casual and unbothered as if he witnessed them watching a movie or playing tabletop games with pizza and a few cans of beer. “You haven’t told me you are having a friend over.”
Right now Mingi looks ready to throw up, his face completely bloodless despite how blush he was just mere minutes ago.
“Hi dad.” Hongjoong shift beneath the alpha, trying his best not to move his pelvis.
“Dad?..” Mingi whispers, barely audible.
Oh, maybe he thought that was a roommate.
It's unknown if Jiyong has heard him or not, the smirk on his face gets even wider. “Hi, Hongjoong’s friend.”
Mingi chokes on air for a second, it takes him good ten seconds to compose himself enough to utter a word out loud. “Hello, Mr. uh–”
“Kwon.” Hongjoong supplies.
“Uh, yeah. Hello, uh, Mr. Kwon.”
"What's your name, Hongjoong's friend?"
Mingi's face was paper pale at this point.
"Dad!" Hongjoong groans. "We're kinda in the middle of something."
"I just wanna know your friend's name, Joongie." Jiyong shrugged, obnoxiously oblivious to the discomfort of the alpha on top of Hongjoong.
"I'm, uh, Mingi, sir. Song Mingi."
"Alright, Mingi. I won't make you two uncomfortable any longer, have fun."
He grabs his phone on his way out and, barely stepping through the threshold, Jiyong turns like he just had an epiphany. "Don't spill cum on the couch, it's retro."
Hongjoong giggles, while Mingi takes a deep breath, maybe for the first time in the last two minutes. His arms shutter a bit, and he falls down on Hongjoong, pressing him down into the couch with the weight of his naked body.
"This is the most embarrassing thing that ever — ever — happened to me." He mutters into Hongjoong's ear. "Oh god, sorry, are you alright?" The alpha is about to raise himself when Hongjoong hugs him, hands caressing the planes of his shoulder blades.
"Hey, it's alright. You did so good for me." The omega kisses his cheek. "How long do your knots usually last?"
"Uh, fifteen minutes?"
Hongjoong hums. "Wanna play twenty questions?"