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The hotel room door slams open. Two figures intertwined together enter hastily, parting only when the door clicks shut behind them.

"You do know that my heat hasn't started yet." Zhang Hao allows the younger to cage him against the door, "but look at how horny you've already become, Hanbin."

Said male had been eye-fucking Zhang Hao the whole day with a predatory gaze in his dark eyes. Even while they were at their comeback's photoshoot, Hanbin would not stop staring at him like he's about to rip his clothes off right there and then.

It didn't help that Zhang Hao was wearing a black mesh crop top with high waisted leather pants. There was nothing left to imagine under that top and the outfit had only accentuated his perfect figure.

Whoever had styled him like that, what was the reason? But still, thank you.

He had felt like a creep drooling at an innocent omega, yet who could really blame Hanbin when his boyfriend looked that delectable?

Hanbin had also spent most of his time hovering around his boyfriend with a hand on his waist. Pre-rut Hanbin always gets much more possessive than he already is. Whenever the members tried to pat or hug Zhang Hao, he would instantly slide in with a wide smile to intervene.

It took a whole lot of effort to separate the two for their individual shots, especially with a clingy Hanbin, who just kept pouting and giving Zhang Hao big puppy eyes when he's peeled off him.

Thankfully, they have a whole week off after their schedules were done for this week. It's a miracle that it had aligned with their cycles this time; knowing for sure it would've given their managers a major headache if it hadn't due to just how much they fuck.

Hanbin catches his lower lip between his teeth, cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink. "I can't help it! You look beautiful. And you smell so sweet too, you know?"

As if to prove his point, Hanbin burrows his face into Hao's neck to inhale deeply. The scent of fresh summer fruits is intoxicating—it drives him crazy and Hanbin couldn't help but start grinding his clothed cock against Zhang Hao's thigh.

His hands encircle around the omega's slender waist, pulling him closer as Hanbin starts mouthing at the scent gland. Eyes fluttering close, he's about to sink his teeth into pale skin when he hears Hao click his tongue.

Hanbin gets roughly yanked away by his hair. The alpha moans softly at the sting in his scalp and meets the omega's sharp eyes through his heavy, lidded ones.

"Hao-hyung, please—"

The fingers in Hanbin's hair tightens.

"You should put your mouth to better use, don't you think?"

A challenging lift of Zhang Hao's brow leaves no room for Hanbin to retort (not like he would've anyway), and the alpha complies, eagerly sinking down to his knees.

Hanbin makes quick work of unbuttoning Zhang Hao's pants, mourning silently about the fact that they had to change out of their photoshoot outfits. He would've loved to devour him in it. He would leave that sheer top clinging onto Hao's skin while pounding into him—

The omega's cock springs free when Hanbin tugs both his underwear and jeans down in one go. His breath hitches as Zhang Hao's sugary scent grows stronger, saliva pooling in his mouth as he peers up at him for the green light.

He wants to swallow him whole.

Zhang Hao gives a nod and pushes Hanbin towards his erection, grinding it against his cheeks. "Go ahead, baobei."

And so he does.

Hanbin grins delightfully. He gives the tip a teasing kittish lick, lapping up the beading pre-cum before opening his mouth to take Zhang Hao all the way, humming when it brushes the back of his throat. He loves just how nicely Zhang Hao's cock fills his mouth up, the weight and taste heavy on his tongue.

Hollowing his cheeks, he begins to bob his head. Hanbin's hands dance a line from Zhang Hao's thighs towards his back to cup his perfect ass. His fingers dig into the soft flesh, pushing forward to bring the older's hips closer to his face.

The resounding moan from above him spurs Hanbin on, doing his best to flatten his tongue against the underside of Zhang Hao's length while he sucks faster.

Zhang Hao is, needless to say, very pleased at the sight of an alpha, his sweet obedient alpha, on his knees sucking his cock like his life depends on it. Knowing just how eager and passionate Hanbin always gets to please him, he's pretty sure that he's giving it his all to make him feel good.

And oh, it does feel so good. Hanbin's mouth is heavenly; so warm and wet like molten lava around his cock. With the way those cheeks bulge and how his lips stretch so prettily around his length, Zhang Hao's sure that the alpha is made to suck cock.

"Pretty," Zhang Hao praises, stroking Hanbin's hair. "You should see how pretty you are."

The younger preens under the praise, looking up through his long lashes. Hanbin takes in the sight of Zhang Hao's flushed cheeks, soft moans tumbling out of parted lips and feels pride swell in his chest knowing that he's the only one that can please him like this.

His brain turns fuzzy when Zhang Hao begins to thrust into his mouth. Hanbin unhinges his jaw, allowing the omega to fuck his mouth freely.

It doesn't take long for Zhang Hao to cum, shoving Hanbin's face close to his crotch as he releases down his throat. He hisses a curse when he feels Hanbin gulping it all down, squirming slightly at the feeling of fresh slick dribbling down his thigh.

Suddenly, Hanbin slaps Zhang Hao's ass.

It makes the older flinch, choking on a moan when another hard slap comes down on the same spot just as Hanbin's mouth leaves him. Red handprint starts blossoming on pale skin, leaving a brand to mark what belongs to him.

Zhang Hao yelps when his leg gets hoisted up over Hanbin's shoulder, hands scrambling to steady himself. Then, he feels Hanbin's warm tongue lapping at his entrance and groans when it breaches him.

Belatedly he realises—Hanbin's in rut. He had once again unknowingly triggered it to come early before his heat arrives. While Zhang Hao's heat approaches like a slow and steady snail, Hanbin's rut hits like a freight train.

And unbeknown to most, Hanbin is submissive. One would've assumed that being an alpha and the leader of their group, Hanbin would naturally take the lead in bed too. Instead, Hanbin enjoys being told what to do by Zhang Hao—strives to please him and wants to be used.

They had a conversation about that on a random Thursday night cuddled warmly under the blankets.

"Hyung."

"Hm?" Zhang Hao looks up to meet Hanbin's gaze

"Next time we have sex, are you open to.." Hanbin pauses, blinks, as he tries to find the right way to phrase his question.

Zhang Hao presses a finger between Hanbin's brows to smooth the furrowed crease and answers, "Yes."

"I haven't even asked!" The younger laughs and the beautiful sound makes Zhang Hao's heart swell.

He moves both hands up to cup Hanbin's cheeks comfortingly, "Take your time, baobei. I won't judge you, I promise. I'm pretty sure I'll be into it too."

Hanbin's lower lip catches between his teeth and he worries on it, before he finally speaks. "Earlier, I kinda liked it when you told me what to do. I also like it when you pull on my hair while I suck you off—the pain—it feels really good, you know?"

His ears burn but he continues. "You can treat me a little rougher and meaner too, but only if you're comfortable of course! I just… find it really hot when you order me around."

The way Zhang Hao blankly stares at him after he finishes blurting out his desires makes Hanbin want to shrivel up into a ball. Maybe even change his name and move across the continent to live in a secluded farm.

"Ah, I'm sorry, hyung. Please don't see me differently. And don't get me wrong, I'm fully content with—"

"You're saying," Zhang Hao's voice is low, almost a rumble. "You want to submit to me?"

Something in the air shifts. It becomes thicker, heavier with their spiking scents.

Oh.

Hanbin inhales, "Yes." His heart races in exhilaration when he hears Zhang Hao curse again. Confidence surges through him.

"I want to be good for you, Hao-hyung. You can use my cock. Fuck me. Do anything as long as I can please you." Hanbin's a little breathless when he finishes and he's taken aback when Zhang Hao surges forward to capture his lips.

"Fuck Hanbin," Zhang Hao nips on Hanbin's bottom lip. "You can't just say that."

"Sorry," Hanbin responds with a small laugh, linking their hands together. "So… Are you okay with it?"

Zhang Hao raises a brow, "Don't know if you can tell, but," he shifts forward to press his half-hard on against Hanbin's thigh and the male gasps, "I'm way more than okay with it, Hanbinnie, and I assure you that this doesn't make you any less of an alpha."

The older's lips stretches into a wide smile, "Plus, you always take such great care of me, so now it's my turn to take care of you."

Tears well up in Hanbin's eyes in relief.

"I'll be so good for you, hyung. Thank you."

"I know you will be."

Ever since then, they started experimenting more in bed. It's fun. Exciting. An endless game of giving and taking.

Zhang Hao's able to indulge in his dominant and sadistic side as well, enjoys toying with Hanbin who delights in it.

Hanbin's always so obedient. He listens and pleases Zhang Hao so well, and does everything perfectly with enthusiasm.

Hanbin is obedient, except for the beginning stages of his rut. It's as if his brain has perished and he could only think using his stupid alpha cock.

And what do stupid alphas think of when they're in rut?

Breed and fuck omegas.

A finger sinks into his dripping hole alongside his tongue and Zhang Hao fists Hanbin's hair tightly, mustering all his strength to tear the alpha away.

He needs to tame him.

"Sung Hanbin," Zhang Hao hisses as he swings his leg off Hanbin, the digit inside him sliding out. Instead of placing his foot back onto the floor, he decides to press it against Hanbin's clothed cock. "I didn't ask you to do that, did I?"

Hanbin could only stare into Zhang Hao's sharp eyes in a daze. His own eyes are glassy, face covered in spit and slick and his hair's a mess in Zhang Hao's tight grip. He mindlessly reaches for the omega's ass but is met with a threatening step on his hard cock.

"My omega," he moans out, hips canting up into Hao's foot. "Ah—want, want to fuck you." Hanbin's mouth hangs open as both his hands wrap around Zhang Hao's ankle, unabashedly rutting harder.

Even through layers of fabric, the pressure of Zhang Hao's foot is heavy enough to provide delicious friction. It makes his cock throb, spurting out pre-cum which starts to stain the front of his grey sweatpants.

The foot slides lower until the sole is pressed firmly against Hanbin's balls and he lets out a garbled noise, body caving in on itself.

"Pathetic," Zhang Hao spits out, the corners of his mouth downturned with mirth at the state of his boyfriend. He feels giddy with this power trip, feels so fucking turned on with the control he has over an alpha.

"I wonder what the members will think if they see their perfect leader grinding against my foot like a little slut." He muses, indulging himself further by rotating the bottom of his foot and jabbing his toes into Hanbin's cockhead, making him sob loudly.

The thought plants a twisted seed in Hanbin's head. He definitely wouldn't want the younger ones to see him in this shameful state, he would rather disappear into thin air than corrupt their poor, innocent eyes.

The older members however..

Jiwoong wouldn't be fazed at all. He knows it. Hanbin envisions the older alpha's lips curling into a sinister smirk, hooded eyes raking his body up and down. Would he join Zhang Hao in degrading him? Maybe even grab his chin to force his head up so that he could shove his cock into his mouth. He would knot his mouth until he's choking on his cum too, wouldn't he? Oh, his lips would be stretched so fucking widely—

Matthew would be shocked at first, his mouth would drop upon seeing his best friend reduced to a moaning mess under Zhang Hao's feet. Though, after overcoming his initial shock, Hanbin can imagine the beta kneeling next to him to tenderly stroke his hair, nuzzling his cheeks against his like they always do while cuddling. Perhaps under Zhang Hao's command, Matthew would wrap a gentle hand around his throat to squeeze—

And Taerae.. Taerae would be ruthless. Hanbin could already feel him tearing him into shreds with his deep voice. The other beta never misses an opportunity to tease him, and he's sure that he's going to get humiliated until there's no end. Taerae would then roughly tug his hair back, flash him a dimpled smirk before slapping his face with his big hands. His cheeks would turn so red that he wouldn't know if it's from his flush or his rough slaps—

"Damn, are you really imagining it?" Zhang Hao's voice slices through his fantasies.

Hanbin snaps his head up with wide eyes, shaking his head furiously. "No, no I'm not."

"Liar," Zhang Hao laughs, pressing his feet harder as if to remind Hanbin that he can feel everything: the way his cock twitches and wetly spurts out more pre-cum. "You're a really bad liar, Hanbin. You imagined them seeing you like this and you actually like it? You really are a filthy slut, huh?"

"Fuck," Hanbin keeps thrusting faster, harder, desperate pleas streaming out of his lips until he's cumming in his pants with a cry. He slumps backwards, hands letting go of Zhang Hao's reddened ankles to fold over his eyes.

Zhang Hao watches the dark patch on Hanbin's sweatpants grow bigger with each twitch of his hips, licking his lips when white pearls start to seep through the soaked fabric. Hanbin always releases so much. He bets that the poor thing wishes he could do it in a warm hole wrapping around his cock instead, wouldn't he?

Crouching down, Zhang Hao reaches up to stroke Hanbin's hair softly, releasing soothing pheromones until his rapidly rising chest starts to steady. "That's my good alpha," he praises, gently peeling Hanbin's arms away from his face.

"Your colour, baobei?" Zhang Hao asks softly.

"Green."

He leans forward to kiss unshed tears away, hands coming to cup Hanbin's cheeks tenderly before pressing their lips together. Zhang Hao swipes his tongue over the seam of Hanbin's lips, coaxing them open to push his tongue in. The younger is pliant for now, the fog slowly clearing in his head and moans softly when the older licks at his teeth.

Zhang Hao parts after giving Hanbin's tongue a hard suck, a thin strand of saliva connecting their tongues before it's broken by two fingers shoving its way into Hanbin's slack mouth.

All prior neediness and rut-induced horniness come crashing back into Hanbin's body the moment Zhang Hao roughly palms at his still hard erection. He keens, body feeling like it's set on fire again as he stares pleadingly at his omega.

As if sensing that Hanbin wants to speak, he drags his fingers out.

"Have something to say?" Zhang Hao asks as he dips his hand under Hanbin's sweatpants to take his messy cock out, stroking it quickly.

"Please," Hanbin begs, "I'll make you feel so good with my cock, hyung. I promise I'll be good for you too!"

"You promise?"

"Yes! I promise I won't—mmph—" Hanbin bites down on his lips hard when Zhang Hao rapidly swipes his thumb on his sensitive head. His thighs tremble with the effort to not fuck upwards. "Hao-ge—"

"And what if you break your promise, baobei?" The older intercepts, digging his nail into the slit. Hanbin's body thrashes. "Bad alphas deserve to be punished if they don't listen to their omegas, don't they?"

Hanbin watches in slow motion as Zhang Hao lifts his hand, thumb and middle finger curling in to shoot a hard flick to his swollen cockhead—and with a pained shout, Hanbin cums all over himself.

His back arches like a bowstring pulled taut. Hanbin's cock pulses out ropes after ropes of cum, hips lifting off the ground from the sheer unexpected force of his orgasm. It dirties his shirt, ruins his pants and stains the floor when the fluid dribbles down his thighs.

"Hao.." Hanbin sniffles. He feels like a mess with his cock still leaking, his body overheating after cumming twice unceremoniously in a short period of time. "I can't anymore, I need you, please."

Zhang Hao hums in feign consideration, but ultimately takes pity on Hanbin when he sees the sheer desperation in his doe eyes. "Alright. But promise to be good and do as I say, understood?"

"Yes!"

"Great." Zhang Hao smiles. He swipes a a hand over Hanbin's forehead to wipe his sweat, smile widening when the alpha leans into his touch like a magnet. "Now ride me."

Hanbin's face falls and he whines. Zhang Hao places a finger on his lips.

"You said you'll behave and do as I say, didn't you?"

A nod.

"Then strip and ride me on the bed. If you can make me cum first, I'll let you fuck me."

"Okay." Hanbin sucks in a breath, eyes filled with renewed determination and lust. "Yes hyung."

"Good boy."

Pushing himself off the floor, Zhang Hao rids himself off his shirt and pads towards the king sized bed in the middle of the hotel room. He trails his hand across the velvet duvet, appreciating the smooth texture before settling down in the middle of the bed.

Hanbin slowly follows suit, getting up on shaky legs to peel his dirtied clothing off him. He shudders when the cool air conditioned air hits his sweaty skin and kicks their pile of clothes into the corner of the room. They will deal with that later.

For now, Hanbin has to satisfy his omega first. He turns to walk towards the bed but halts in his steps, eyes widening when he sees Zhang Hao with his legs spread apart, teasingly pumping his fingers in and out of his slicked hole at a leisure pace.

"You're so mean, hyung," Hanbin groans, squeezing the base of his cock when it gives an interested twitch. His instincts howl at him to take the omega, all pretty and spread out like a platter, but he knows better than to do that.

"Hm? Am I?" Zhang Hao's eyes glint with mischief, sliding his fingers out to rub circles around his entrance. He chuckles when Hanbin's eyes follow the tantalizing motion, amused at the way he trudges towards him as if he's caught in a trance. "If you really want this then you better do a good job at riding me, Hanbinnie."

The bed dips when Hanbin climbs onto it, swinging his legs over Zhang Hao's thighs to straddle him. He settles atop his cock and grinds his ass back experimentally. Running a hand through his tousled hair, Hanbin gives Zhang Hao a cheeky grin when he notices the older's eyes map a line up his torso to stop at his chest.

"Like what you see?" Hanbin teases by gliding his hand across his pecs. Lately, he's been hitting the gym twice as much and it seems that his efforts are paying off. His chest has gotten firmer and according to Zhang Hao who hums appreciatively:

"Juicy."

Hanbin laughs softly, the sound melting into a moan when he fluidly swivels his hips in circles—one of the perks of being a seasoned dancer. Zhang Hao's cock is nestled between his ass, the tip nudging against his entrance every so often.

"Such perfect tits. I'd love to fuck your chest," Zhang Hao confesses, reaching up with his left hand to grope Hanbin's chest. He brushes his fingers over a nipple before giving a light pinch. Hanbin jolts and the flush on his cheeks darkens. "but we have something much more important to do first."

The hand falls down to Hanbin's hips, fingers rubbing soothing patterns into his soft skin. "Lean forward for me. All the way down."

The younger complies, leaning down until their chests are pressed together with Zhang Hao's left arm secured around his waist. At this proximity, they can both see desire swirling in their eyes. Their scents are so strong that they're pretty sure that the room will still smell strongly of honeyed fruits for weeks.

Hanbin rests his head into the crook of Zhang Hao's shoulder, closes his eyes and relaxes his body. He involuntarily shudders when he feels a wet finger circling around his rim, skin thrumming expectingly and pushes his ass back.

He whines when the finger moves away.

Zhang Hao shushes him with a quick peck to his temple. "Patience," he murmurs into Hanbin's ear, closing teeth around the shell.

Hanbin has sensitive ears. Ones that turn scarlet whenever he's embarrassed or turned on. With Zhang Hao licking and biting his ear, all he could focus on are the wet noises so close in his ear, and one particularly loud squelch that comes from further down below.

"Hao-ge," Hanbin moans upon realising what caused that sound.

Zhang Hao had dipped three fingers into his own dripping hole, thrusting a few times to thoroughly coat it with his slick. He's gotten so wet that a fresh wave dribbles out of him once he pulls his fingers out.

He slides his slicked digits between Hanbin's cheeks and feels the male above him tremble when he traces around his puckered hole. Zhang Hao releases Hanbin's lobe from between his teeth, and sinks a finger in.

Hanbin takes the finger easily, eagerly grinding back into Zhang Hao's hand. He glances down at Zhang Hao with parted lips, eyes shining wildly with want. "Another one hyung, give me more."

"Demanding, aren't you?" Zhang Hao muses, grabbing a handful of Hanbin's perky ass to spread it apart. Another finger sinks in, pushing in more of his slick into his alpha's willing body.

It gives him a possessive thrill to do so, almost like an act of marking Hanbin from inside. Zhang Hao also finds it incredibly hot how filthy it actually is. To open his alpha up with his own slick just for him to fuck his cock in.

Hanbin also shares the same sentiment. He's embarrassed to admit it, but he loves how humiliating it is: the thought of his ass leaking with omegan slick, all wet and ready for Zhang Hao to take him apart.

"I wish I can produce my own slick for you," Hanbin idly confesses, breath hitching when the fingers spread apart inside of him. "Then I'll be able to take your cock right away without having you open me up."

Zhang Hao's cock throbs at Hanbin's words. Fuck. He could imagine just how messy Hanbin would get if he could produce slick. The fact that he already leaks so much precum (there's already a big puddle on his torso) is a telltale sign that Hanbin would absolutely be dripping with slick.

"I know you'll be leaking all over my cock, much more than I do." Zhang Hao breaths out, fingers quickening their pace. "But you're already perfect, Hanbinnie. I love you the way you are."

A curl of his fingers has Hanbin arching his back, tearing a loud moan from his throat. He clenches down on the fingers that are rubbing insistently against his prostate, body quivering with pleasure. Zhang Hao's long, slender yet strong fingers always open Hanbin up perfectly, knowing exactly how to play with his body as if he were a violin.

The fingers withdraw themselves. As quickly as they're gone, they're pushed back again with an additional wet digit.

Hanbin's hole stretches around three of Zhang Hao's fingers, cock leaking a thick stream of pre-cum as it pumps in and out of him. He could feel and hear how his hole is getting wetter with each time his boyfriend pushes his slick into him, coating his inner walls until there's a filthy, wet squelch on every thrust.

"Hyung," Hanbin calls out, feeling his orgasm pooling low in his stomach. As much as he wants to chase the pleasure, fucking back onto the fingers and grinding his cock against the hard planes of Zhang Hao's abs, Hanbin behaves. "I'm ready."

Zhang Hao hums and slides his fingers out. He rests both hands on Hanbin's ass to knead the flesh, alternating between squeezing and pulling his cheeks apart. "Listen up before you ride me."

The younger focuses his eyes on Zhang Hao, nibbling his lower lip at the discomfort of being empty. "I'm listening."

"Remember the rules: no cumming before I do, or I'll punish you. Oh, and keep your hands behind your back, understand?" Zhang Hao lays out the instructions, smiling widely when Hanbin nods.

"I understand."

"Good boy. Now lift your hips up, baobei."

Crossing his arms behind his back, Hanbin's thighs flex as he lifts his body up for Zhang Hao to nudge his cockhead against his entrance. He remains in that position, whining pleadingly when Zhang Hao teases him further by repeatedly slapping it on his hole.

Zhang Hao runs his free hand up and down Hanbin's waist, admiring the strong figure atop of him and stops at the dip of his hips.

"Down."

Upon command, Hanbin slowly lowers his body. They both gasp when the tip breaches the first ring of muscle, Hanbin's hole greedily sucking in Zhang Hao's cock with a warm and wet embrace.

"Fuck yes," Hanbin groans as Zhang Hao's cock carves a familiar passage inside of him, fingers flexing around his own wrists. His body thrums at finally being filled up. Everything about Zhang Hao is perfect—even his cock is a perfect length and girth that stretches him wonderfully.

Both hands on Hanbin's hips, Zhang Hao guides him down, inching his cock in until the alpha's ass is flush against his thighs. He moans in content at the wet heat engulfing his cock, licking his lips when he looks up at Hanbin.

Above him, Hanbin is ethereal. The younger has already started bouncing on his cock, pretty noises spilling out of parted lips as he slams himself down. His head is thrown back in pleasure and with his arms folded behind his back, Hanbin's chest is pushed forward to expose his pebbled buds.

Zhang Hao runs a hand up Hanbin's soft stomach, reaches up to pinch both nipples and earns a sharp cry when he rubs them between his forefingers. It sends jolts of pleasure down Hanbin's spine and his movements falter for a split second before he's back to riding Zhang Hao's cock fluidly again.

Knowing how Zhang Hao's cockhead is particularly sensitive, Hanbin abuses that knowledge by lifting himself up until only the tip is in him; and clenches down on it, rotating his hips in circles.

"Are you teasing me, Hanbinnie?" Zhang Hao questions, giving a harsher pinch. Each tug on his reddening nipples causes Hanbin to squirm and clench down harder. The tight clamp of his hole around the tip of his cock drives him crazy and Zhang Hao feels himself get pushed closer to the edge.

"Ah, no hyung," Hanbin answers with a moan, hurriedly impaling himself back down onto the throbbing cock in one swift motion. "Just wanna make you feel good."

"You are making me feel good," Zhang Hao gives a sharp thrust upwards, jostling the alpha in his lap. Hanbin cries out when it brushes against his prostate, body lurching forward into Zhang Hao's palms. "You take my cock so fucking well. So beautiful like this."

Hanbin could only slump into Zhang Hao's hands, his body held upright by the omega supporting his weight as he fucks himself down. He moans wantonly when Zhang Hao's cock jabs his prostate with each thrust, eyes squeezing shut at the sheer pleasure coursing through his body.

He wants to cum so badly, could already feel it coiling low in his stomach, yet he can't. Not until Zhang Hao does. He's willing to surrender himself, his needs, his body to be used for Zhang Hao's pleasure.

So Hanbin slows down into a grind, sucking in deep breaths in an attempt to stave off his orgasm. His body trembles ever so slightly with the way Zhang Hao's cock keeps a constant pressure on his prostate.

He's about to resume riding when the cold hands on his chest shoves him backwards, his world tilting upright again when his back bumps against Zhang Hao's knees.

Then comes a slap.

Hanbin arches his back at the sting on his right pectoral, eyes snapping wide open in both shock and arousal.

"Why did you slow down?" Zhang Hao tuts disapprovingly, sending his hand down again, fingers catching on his nipple. "I was close."

Hanbin jolts from the pain, willing his quivering body to ride Zhang Hao at his initial brutal pace. "I'm sorry Hao-ge, I'll make you cum—ah!"

Long fingers wrap around Hanbin's leaking cock, giving a slow downward stroke until it reaches the swollen base and squeezes.

Hanbin fucking whimpers.

The noise sends Zhang Hao spiraling.

"Are you sure you can? Your knot is already forming," Zhang Hao gives another squeeze and Hanbin's thrusts his hips forward, movements haphazard as if he doesn't know if he should fuck into Zhang Hao's fist or cock. "I don't think you can make me cum before you knot the air like a pathetic dog."

"No!" Hanbin hurriedly defends himself, "No hyung, I won't cum first I swear." Ever the hardworking person, Hanbin slams his body down faster, harder, spurred on by the need to please his omega.

He's shaking. Sweat drips down his matted hair and he shakes them away when it drips down his face. His thighs are starting to burn from exertion, his cock leaking all over the older's hand.

Speaking of which, Hanbin really hopes that Zhang Hao is about to cum soon, because he's unsure of how long he can last with those evil fingers massaging his growing knot.

"Hyung, please let go of my cock," he pleads.

"Why? You're gonna cum if I don't?" Possessed by the spirit of satan, Zhang Hao smacks the swell of Hanbin's knot, grinning maniacally when he sees tears forming in the alpha's doe eyes.

"Fuck, Hao, please," Hanbin begs, chest heaving. Another slap comes down, this time landing on his cockhead and his eyes roll back at the exploding pain, mouth going slack.

Hanbin stops moving and the rich scent of honey pierces Zhang Hao's nose. His gaze flicks from the younger's face to his swollen cock, surprised to see that he's still clutching onto the last strands of control.

The alpha is clenching impossibly tight around his cock, body rigid as if afraid that he would shatter if he starts moving again.

But Zhang Hao is too impatient to wait. Hanbin's scent is melting away the rest of his sanity and he's just so close to cumming. He needs it now.

"Don't cum, Hanbin." Is all the warning Zhang Hao gives before he grabs onto Hanbin's waist tightly, plants his feet into the mattress and begins thrusting upwards roughly.

Hanbin slaps his hands over his mouth to muffle the scream that rips out of him.

Just as quickly, Zhang Hao grabs his wrists to yank them back behind his body.

"I can't, hyung," Hanbin sobs out, tears spilling down his cheeks as Zhang Hao brutally uses his body to chase after his own release. "Fuck, I'm going to cum," He draws his quivering thighs together, desperately trying to hold his orgasm back until the older releases first.

"Hold it in for me," Zhang Hao grits out, "Just a little more." He feels his balls drawing up, slick leaking a steady stream down his thighs and the familiar warmth growing in his stomach ready to burst.

Hanbin frantically shakes his head, panic vivid in his eyes, "I can't." He thrashes in Zhang Hao's lap, every hard thrust from the omega punches out broken moans, "I can't, oh fuck I'm—"

Zhang Hao abruptly stops thrusting and lets go of Hanbin's wrists, shoving Hanbin down by his hips to stall his orgasm.

But it's too late.

Like floodgates crashing open, white spurts out from Hanbin's cock, streaking onto Zhang Hao's chest. Hanbin moans painfully—hips canting in the air as he knots around nothing. His cock is an angry shade of red, knot aching with the need for a tight hole to wrap around it.

Drool dribbles out from the corners of Hanbin's opened mouth as his orgasm seems to go on forever. His mind blanks out and he could only focus on the pleasure as he mindlessly grinds his prostate against Zhang Hao's cock, head lolling back onto his shoulder.

The sight of Hanbin all fucked out combined with the tight pressure of his hole around his cock finally tips Zhang Hao over the edge. He groans, fucking up into the welcoming heat with shallow thrusts.

Warmth floods Hanbin's hole and his cock spews out more cum at the sensation. Zhang Hao rides out his high, pushing his release deep into Hanbin's body and the alpha wails, slumping down when he finally stops cumming.

They lay like that for a while, their laboured breaths loud the room until Zhang Hao huffs, "Get up."

Hanbin doesn't respond, still catching his breath from the intensity of his release, prompting Zhang Hao to slap his ass.

"I said get up, Hanbin. Off my cock."

Hearing the harsh tone in Zhang Hao's voice feels like being splashed by a bucket of iced water and Hanbin jerks upright, blood running cold upon realising he had just cummed without permission.

"I'm sorry hyung, I didn't mean to cum," Hanbin rapidly apologises, eyes shining with fearful tears of disappointing his omega as he shakily lifts himself up. Zhang Hao's cock slips out of him and he bites back a moan, resting on his knees in front of the older. "I couldn't—I'm so sorry."

"You cummed before me," Zhang Hao tuts, pushing himself into a sitting position to be eye-level with Hanbin. "Do you remember the rules I told you earlier?"

Hanbin averts his gaze, eyes focusing on his balled fists digging into his thighs and nods. He feels disappointed at himself for breaking the rules given to him, for being unable to satisfy Zhang Hao.

Cold fingers cup Hanbin's cheeks to gently stroke falling tears away. Zhang Hao scrutinises the alpha's pretty features; how his lower lip juts out disheartenedly and how he finally glances up with those pleading doe eyes. He internally coos at how Hanbin resembles a kicked puppy.

"So tell me, baobei."

"I can't cum before you do, but if I do… You'll punish me."

Zhang Hao smiles and presses a kiss to Hanbin's forehead. "That's right, my pretty Hanbinnie. But you cummed before me, didn't you? So you'll have to be punished now."

Sensing that Zhang Hao isn't mad at him, Hanbin visibly relaxes. The thought of a punishment still fills Hanbin with a tinge of sadness as it means he wasn't able to fulfill Zhang Hao's instructions, yet the bigger feeling of excitement overpowers it.

Punishments are a fun little thing between them and nothing too unpleasant. Sometimes, it could even be a reward for Hanbin.

"Yes hyung," Hanbin sits up straighter on his knees. "I'll be good for you. I'll take the punishment."

"Why do you sound so eager? You're getting punished." Zhang Hao laughs softly, swinging his legs off the bed. "Stay there. I'll be back."

He pads to where their clothes lay in a pile at the door and rummages through the back pockets of his jeans. Zhang Hao grins when he feels the small item, quickly grabbing it and returning back to the bed.

Hanbin looks at Zhang Hao quizzingly when he settles down at the edge of the bed and pats his thighs.

"Come. Lay on my lap with your ass up." Zhang Hao orders, placing the object on the bed hidden away from Hanbin's sight.

Hanbin's heart races as he crawls over to drape his body over Zhang Hao's lap, cock pressed against his thigh while his upper body rests on the bed.

He feels two hands spreading his cheeks apart, followed by an approving hum.

"You're still filled with my cum." Zhang Hao muses.

Hanbin nods and says proudly, "I was clenching to keep it all in me."

Zhang Hao gasps, feeling arousal flare in every cell of his body. What the fuck? He would be joking if that wasn't the hottest thing he has heard (besides Hanbin's moans, of course).

He squeezes the soft flesh underneath his palm before slapping it, watching Hanbin's ass jiggle.

"You're fucking crazy," Zhang Hao states, rubbing in circles to soothe the sting.

"For you," came the reply.

From the corner of his eye, Zhang Hao spots Hanbin looking over his shoulder to shoot him a wink and he brings his hand down again, watching his expression morph into one of pleasure.

Hanbin lays his head back down into the cushion of his folded arms, ears flushing red to match the shade of his ass while he awaits his punishment. His leaking cock dirties Zhang Hao's thigh where it's pressed firmly—and he's sure that the older can feel it.

Zhang Hao grabs hold of the item he retrieved earlier and spreads Hanbin's ass apart again. He watches his hole clench and unclench for a moment before pushing the vibrating butt plug all the way in.

Hanbin's back arches beautifully upon having his hole stuffed full again, letting out a long drawn out moan. His hips grinds forward before he catches himself and stills. He has to behave now.

"I'll be spanking you ten times for your punishment," Zhang Hao begins to explain, "Count with each spank and keep the plug in you, understood? Don't let it fall out. If you fail to do either, I'll restart everything."

Inhaling deeply, Hanbin clenches around the plug tightly. They had used this toy once before, in a kinky adventure of theirs at a cinema during an off day. His fingers flex with anticipation. "I understand, Hao-hyung."

"Good. Then I'll start now." Zhang Hao presses the little button situated at the top of the flared base.

Hanbin lets out an incoherent noise when the toy comes to life, vibrating at the highest setting against his prostate. His hands scramble to fist the sheets. He doesn't remember the toy being this strong—

He hears the loud slap ringing in his ears before he feels it. Hanbin's body jerks hard in response and the movement causes the plug to slip out of his wet hole, landing on the bed.

"Fuck, I'm sorry" Hanbin hisses as his body trembles from the intensity, feeling Zhang Hao's cum dribble out of him. How is he going to survive this?

He whines when Zhang Hao gathers the cum that leaked out and pushes the plug back in.

"Be good, Hanbin." Zhang Hao says sternly "Don't let it fall out again and remember to count."

Hanbin gives an affirming nod and braces himself.

A slap comes down on his right cheek.

"One."

The second slap is aimed on his left cheek and the pain sends a rapid line of pleasure from his ass down to his cock.

"Two," he gasps out, feeling the tender skin burn from the impact. He clenches and feels the plug still vibrating strongly in him.

The next few slaps come raining down in quick succession, "Three, four, five—ah, six!"

Hanbin nearly cries out when the sixth slap lands squarely between his cheeks, shoving the toy deeper inside of him and causing his body to slide forward. His cock grinds against Zhang Hao's slippery thighs and he moans, hips twitching minutely.

Another strong slap at the same spot sends Hanbin into delirium, toes curling when pleasure explodes from within his body and spreads outwards in huge crashing waves. His cock throbs and he swears he could cum from just being spanked. Hanbin squeezes his eyes shut and forces out a breathy "Seven".

"Such a good alpha," Zhang Hao praises, letting his finger trace around Hanbin's reddened flesh, "You're taking the punishment so well."

He allows Hanbin to breathe for a moment and kneads the soft, reddened flesh in his hands. Zhang Hao fully understands why everyone is so obsessed with Hanbin's butt. It's just so plush and fills his hands so perfectly.

While everyone loves to playfully slap Hanbin's butt, only Zhang Hao gets to have him like this—moaning and squirming in his lap as he marks his ass with his hands.

Zhang Hao spreads his cheeks to run a finger around Hanbin's stretched hole, feeling him tremble harder under his feather-light touch.

"What's your colour, Hanbinnie?"

"Green, green." Hanbin pushes his hips back and glances at Zhang Hao through his long lashes, face pressed against his forearm. His lips are shiny with spit and he already looks out of it.

"Three more to go baobei, you're almost there." Zhang Hao lifts his hand. "Although I'm sure you're secretly wishing for it to be longer."

Hanbin doesn't respond, but the way he burrows his face into his arm tells more than enough.

Zhang Hao's aims, his hand comes flying down at the tender spot where his ass meets his thigh.

Hanbin's body instinctively curls in on itself, knees drawing in as he yells, "Eight!" He clenches down harshly on the toy, desperate to not let it slide out despite how much he's squirming.

Zhang Hao pins Hanbin down with a hand on his back, keeping him in place while he lands the next one at the same spot, a little closer to his inner thighs.

"Nine!" Hanbin's voice increases in volume. He ruts his leaking cockhead into Zhang Hao's thigh desperately, fingers clawing at the bedsheet when the toy presses sweetly against his prostate. Just one more.

The final, strongest slap lands harshly on his perineum. Hanbin lets out a strangled shout when a combination of pain and pleasure engulfs him. He cums hard, body writhing in Zhang Hao's firm hold as garbled moans spill out of his parted mouth.

With the plug vibrating relentlessly on his prostate, his cock gushes out cum and creates a sticky mess between his body and Zhang Hao's thighs.

"T-ten," Hanbin finally catches his breath to count. He's still shaking, cock leaking like a faucet and his growing knot aches dully. Was he good? Did he complete his punishment? Then, he feels the plug being slowly tugged out of him, hole clenching around the tip before it's being shoved back in roughly. "Fuck—"

Fat tears roll down his rosy cheeks as Zhang Hao fucks his hole with the vibrating plug, body twisting like he's being electrocuted from the oversensitivity. It feels like a never ending orgasm and Hanbin's positive that he's coated their lower halves with cum.

"S'good, so good," He slurs, obediently taking everything that's given to him. Hanbin fucks himself back into the toy, feeling the previous load cum dribble out of his hole and down his thighs.

"That's my pretty slut," Zhang Hao comments breathlessly and Hanbin cums again.

He collapses onto the bed. Hanbin sucks in gulps of air, looking dazed and Zhang Hao takes this moment to appreciate his artwork. His alpha is ruined. By him. Hanbin's shaking form is a beautiful mess laying atop a puddle of white, ass marked with splotchy red handprints that would take hours to fade.

Once satisfied, he turns the toy off and carefully pulls it out. Hanbin whines at the loss, hole clenching and slightly gaping. Zhang Hao strokes his hair gently, "You did so well for me, alpha. Took your punishment so fucking well. I'm proud of you."

Upon hearing those words, Hanbin turns to face Zhang Hao. His eyes crinkling as he beams, whisker dimples indenting his cheeks.

The sugary scent of honey lays thick in the air and Zhang Hao inhales deeply, shuddering when he feels his body finally begins to enter into heat.

He dips down to capture Hanbin's lips, kissing him fervently and breathing in more of his delectable scent.

Hanbin hooks his arms over Zhang Hao's shoulders and uses it as leverage to pull himself up, sliding his tongue further to deepen the kiss. He smells the omega's scent spiking and his hands come up to cup Zhang Hao's face, skin warm under his touch in contrast to his usual cooler body.

They pull apart to breathe, foreheads resting on each other's as they gaze deeply into their eyes.

"Hao-hyung," Hanbin whispers his name, voice edged with plea. His eyes flicker down to Zhang Hao's plush lips before going back up to his eyes. "Wanna make you feel good now. Need to fuck you, please."

Zhang Hao bites back a moan when his body reacts to Hanbin's words, his hole aching with the increasing need to be filled and knotted.

"Always so eager to please me, aren't you?" Zhang Hao chuckles softly as he untangles himself from Hanbin to move towards the center of the bed. He plants his knees onto the mattress and lowers his upper body, reaching behind to spread his ass apart. Tempting him.

Zhang Hao then looks behind his shoulder and arches his back, feeling Hanbin's heated gaze follow the alluring motion and stops at his leaking hole. "Come get your reward, alpha. Fuck me good."

Almost immediately, he feels the bed dip behind him and Hanbin's blunt cockhead nudging against his entrance before it pushes all the way in smoothly.

They both moan loudly.

"Thank you, thank you hyung," Hanbin blabbers as he plasters his body over Zhang Hao, arms encircling around his chest to pull him upright, pressing their sticky bodies even closer. His alpha instincts are finally appeased, body thrumming at the sensation of Zhang Hao's dripping hole clamping around his length.

Zhang Hao runs his nails down Hanbin's thighs and the younger's hips jerk forward, breaking into action. He pushes back to meet his thrust and soon they find a rhythm together like they always do, bodies moving in desperate need to quench their thirst.

"Just, ah, like that, baobei." He groans. Zhang Hao feels, hears the filthy squelching of Hanbin's cock plunging in and out of his sopping hole, each hard thrust punches out a moan from his chest.

A light brush of Hanbin's lips against his nape has Zhang Hao seizing up and he cums onto the sheets underneath him.

It only feels like dousing gasoline over the raging flames in his body.

He grabs onto Hanbin's forearm to anchor himself when the alpha mouths at his scent gland, teeth grazing the sensitive patch of skin.

"Wish I could bite you," Hanbin murmurs into his skin, "Wish I could claim you so that everyone knows you belong to me and I belong to you."

Then, Hanbin captures a mouthful of flesh and sucks.

Zhang Hao shudders through another orgasm, the words Do it. Bite me. heavy on his tongue. He dearly wishes they could officially mate at this moment. To show off to everyone as a mated pair. He just knows Hanbin's bite mark would look so beautiful on his skin.

"I'm already yours, alpha." He ends up saying, feeling Hanbin's chest rumble when he growls in content. Zhang Hao turns to the side and grabs Hanbin's cheek with a hand, "Now fuck me harder so my body remembers it."

Hanbin sucks in a breath and pushes forward until the older is pinned between him and the bed, and draws his hips back. Air gets knocked out of Zhang Hao's lungs when Hanbin slams back in, hard. Exactly how he asked for it.

"Fuck, that's right," Zhang Hao moans into the mattress, feeling Hanbin's cock brushes just under his prostate. He closes his eyes, relishing in the stretch and weight of Hanbin's body pressing down on him.

The moans spilling out of Zhang Hao's mouth grows louder when Hanbin finally finds the perfect angle to ram into his prostate—both his mind and body melting like ice cream under the burning sun.

Hanbin's harsh breaths tickle Zhang Hao's skin where he nips at his jaw, decorating it with little hickeys. His thrusts are punishing as he loses himself to the addictive warmth, fucking his cock deep and fast just as instructed.

"My omega," Hanbin pants into the crook of his neck, cock twitching deep inside. He feels his knot slowly start to swell again. "Feels so good, wanna knot you."

"Not yet," Zhang Hao's stern voice pierces through Hanbin who whines pleadingly in response. "Need more. Make me cum more first, alpha."

Zhang Hao feels the warm weight lift off his body and furrows his brows. What? How dare his alpha disobey him. He snaps his head back to face Hanbin, "What are you—" The reprimand fizzles into thin air when Hanbin's hands bracket each side of his waist, fingers digging into his flesh as he lifts his lower half off the bed.

He watches Hanbin's jaw clench with resolve, the muscles in his forearms flexing before his hips pistons into him fervidly. Zhang Hao burries his face into the pillow to muffle his uncontrollable moans, cock leaking where it sways under him.

Wrapping a hand around his cock, Zhang Hao strokes himself in time to Hanbin's thrusts. His mind feels foggy as all he could think and feel is how good Hanbin is at pleasuring him; his hands brushing his hips, the sinful drag of his cock and his growing knot slapping against his stretched rim.

It doesn't take long for Zhang Hao to cum again. The omega clenches down so tightly that it makes Hanbin wince. His cock aches, throbs with the need to release yet he doesn't stop rolling his hips and fucks Zhang Hao through his shuddering release.

"Fuck—such a good alpha for me, Hanbinnie," Zhang Hao praises, voice hoarse. "Pin my hips down and spread my ass, I want you to see how well your cock fills me up."

Hanbin makes a garbled noise, hips stuttering upon the command. He complies easily, lowering Zhang Hao's body onto the bed and pins his hips down, thumbs pressing into the dips of his back dimples. Hanbin then smooths a hand down to fit Zhang Hao's perky ass in his palm, and spreads his cheek apart.

He bites off a curse by nibbling at his lower lip when he sees how insanely wet Zhang Hao is. It's as if their lower halves have been drenched in oil, his slick glistening in the dim light. His hole is reddish where it stretches around Hanbin's thick cock, and Hanbin can't help but imagine how much wider Zhang Hao's hole would get around his knot.

"My omega—Hao-ge, please." Hanbin doesn't know if he should move or not, resorts to begging as his thighs shake with the effort of ignoring the tight coil in his stomach.

Turning back to look up at Hanbin, Zhang Hao finally says, "Open your mouth. Good. Now stick out your tongue."

Hanbin does so, pink tongue lolling out from his mouth. He glances at Zhang Hao in confusion, feeling saliva rapidly start to pool. His throat bobs as he tries to swallow it, but having his tongue hanging out only makes it harder.

Saliva threatens to spill out from the corners of his lips and Hanbin makes a desperate noise.

"Look down."

Hanbin tilts his head forward, such that he's staring directly at Zhang Hao's hole, and gravity causes the spit to drip a sticky trail down the tip of his tongue—

"Don't close your mouth."

A whine tears out from the back of his throat as Hanbin watches his saliva inevitably land on Zhang Hao's hole, spreading out into a ring to mix into the copious amount of slick and pre-cum that's obscenly leaking out of him.

His knuckles turn white. God. Hanbin's cock twitches deep inside of Zhang Hao, feeling like it's ready to burst at any moment. He wants to thrust, to fuck and knot and eat him out afterwards, then get his omega to fuck his mouth, fuck him again until they both merge into one inseperable mess.

Hanbin lets out a shuddery breath, eyes flicking up to catch Zhang Hao's equally heated gaze.

"You're so fucking hot." Zhang Hao says.

The sight of Hanbin, disheveled and panting, resembling a feral alpha salivating over an omega unlocks something in Zhang Hao. The flames licking his heart rages with the sadistic urge to test how far he can push Hanbin until his self-restraint shatters and gives in to his instincts.

But he knows Hanbin would still listen to him even if he loses control. After all, Zhang Hao has always been the one in charge.

"Alpha, breed me." Zhang Hao sultrily purrs, twisting his body back to catch Hanbin's eyes widening.

Breeding is one of Hanbin's biggest kinks, and he knows exactly how to play into it.

Grinding his ass against Hanbin's crotch, he continues, "Want you to knot me and fill me up with your cum."

Hanbin's breath quickens, scent flaring and he jerks his hips forward to meet Zhang Hao's seductive movements but he catches himself and stills. He'd long closed his mouth though, spit-slickened lips pressed into a tight line, jaw clenched.

Almost there.

Zhang Hao trails a hand down his chest to rest at his stomach. Hanbin's gaze burns a hole into his skin.

"You'll fill me up so well until my stomach is bulging, won't you?"

Hanbin's mouth feels dry. He nods.

One more push.

"Breed me until I'm carrying three of your daughters, my alpha."

Hanbin snaps.

He growls, hooking a hand under Zhang Hao's thigh to throw it over his shoulder and rams his hips forward bruisingly, yanking the older's body back to meet his thrust.

Hanbin's head spins with the thought of his omega carrying his pups, hand pressing down on Zhang Hao's flat belly where it would swell beautifully.

Zhang Hao would absolutely be glowing from his pregnancy. He'd be even more ethereal than he already is—flushed and full with their little pups. His chest would also get softer, more plump with milk—

Hanbin fucks his omega animalistically, brutally thrusting with the sole intent to breed, breed, and breed.

Sweat drips down his forehead but he's too out of it to even blink it away, eyes blown wide manically. His knot nudges against his hole, ready to shove into the wet heat to lock them together and fill it up with his seed.

Zhang Hao moans gutterally where he's being lifted and roughly impaled on his sides like a cocksleeve. He licks his dry lips, the corners curled in satisfaction upon successfully pushing his alpha over the edge. He feels delirious, body consumed by overwhelming pleasure.

He cums at the sudden stretch of Hanbin's knot dipping into his hole for a second before it pops out, body seizing up. It makes the both of them groan at the tightness, driving Hanbin to thrust impossibly faster, his knot plunging in again.

"Fuck—Wait—" Zhang Hao's toes curls in pleasure yet his back starts to ache from the uncomfortable position. He grips Hanbin's wrist. "Stop, pull out. Flip me over."

The alpha's brows furrow like he's trying to comprehend Zhang Hao's words. After a few slowing thrusts, he finally releases his thigh and pulls out.

Manhandling Zhang Hao onto his back, Hanbin hastily shoves a pillow under his hips before sheathing himself back in. He resumes his rough pace, feels his omega's feet dig into his lower back, strong legs crossing together to keep him secured in place.

Hanbin leans down, bared teeth grazing the tender column of skin. His gums ache with the urge to sink into soft flesh.

Zhang Hao shivers, leaning into the warm breath fanning over his skin. Deep down, he wonders how it'll feel to be bitten over his scent glend and get knotted, how it'll feel to be connected deeper with each other.

As much as he wants to be impulsive and deal with the consequences later, a voice tells him that it'll make Hanbin very upset at himself. He knows Hanbin would rather do it when they're in a more sober state with flower petals sprinkled all over the bed.

Fanning away his own heat-drunken thoughts, he slides a palm between Hanbin's mouth and his neck and nudges his head away. Zhang Hao slides two fingers between the alpha's parted lips, wincing when sharp canines close around his digits.

Hanbin's eyes are dark, glazed over where he sucks on Zhang Hao's fingers. A strong thrust and his knot is shoved into Zhang Hao's hole, almost fully formed. They sob in unison.

Loud moans uncontrollably punches out of Zhang Hao as Hanbin ruts into him in short movements, feeling the pressure grow and his hole stretching impossibly wide to accommodate the expanding knot inside of him.

His fingers slip from Hanbin's mouth to rest at the base of his neck, nails scratching at his scent gland.

Hanbin tilts his head to the side, baring his neck and Zhang Hao's eyes widen in surprise at the unexpected display of submission.

A harsh jolt of pleasure shoots up his spine and Zhang Hao cums. He curses, fingers tightening on either side of Hanbin's neck as he watches the younger desperately chase after his own release through lidded eyes. "Knot me, alpha, breed me."

With one last thrust, Hanbin pushes himself as deeply as possible, his trembling thighs bracketing Zhang Hao's body as his knot swells to the fullest—locking them both together.

Hanbin lets out a drawn out moan when he finally cums with Zhang Hao's fingers wrapped around his throat. He doubles over, hips jerking each time his cock pulses out thick cum.

The sensation of hot cum being pumped into him pushes Zhang Hao over the edge again, wetness spilling between their sticky bodies.

Zhang Hao hisses out a string of curses in Chinese. Sparks fly behind his eyelids as he spasms through his release, his left hand scrambling down to claw at Hanbin's ass, "Fill me up more. Give me everything."

Three long digits shove their way into Hanbin and curls upwards, thrusting and rubbing insistently against his prostate to coax more cum out of him.

"Hao," Hanbin chokes out, head spinning from the immense pleasure. Zhang Hao stops choking him to bring his hand up to Hanbin's head, stroking him through his long release.

Zhang Hao gently guides Hanbin's head down, leaning up to swallow the alpha's little moans and gasps of pleasure. It comes crashing over Hanbin in huge waves, cock sporadically gushing out cum until his body finally empties everything inside of Zhang Hao.

He's full. So full where Hanbin's knot and cum fills him up to the brim. Zhang Hao's heat resides for now, sated with a knot in him. He nuzzles into the crook of Hanbin's neck, the fingers that were thrusting inside of Hanbin slows down to a stop before slipping out.

Above him, Hanbin seems to come out of his own haze as well. His arms slide under Zhang Hao to roll them over to lay on their sides, pulling him close.

"How are you feeling, hyung?" Hanbin's voice is hoarse, tongue feeling heavy and foreign in his mouth. His chest is still rising and falling quickly.

"Good," Zhang Hao noses at the base of Hanbin's neck and deeply breathes in the warm scent of honey, nipping at the patch of skin that's decorated with ink. "You satisfy me so well, Hanbinnie. You did amazing too, took it all perfectly. I'm proud of you."

The praise makes Hanbin preen with pride, content blooming in his chest. He smiles widely and presses a soft kiss to the top of Zhang Hao's head.

"I'm glad I did."

"How about you, baobei? Feeling alright?" Zhang Hao asks, looking up to meet Hanbin's smile with his own.

"I felt really good too thanks to you, hyung, but I think I'm out of cum now." Hanbin laughs and Zhang Hao follows suit. The movement jostles the knot inside of him and they both moan softly.

They mutter soft I love you's and press light kisses into each other's skin while waiting for the knot to deflate. As Zhang Hao kneads Hanbin's ass to soothe the bruises, the younger pats his head and rubs his back affectionately.

It's comforting to lay in each other's arms like this, basking in the warm cloak of their mingled scents until the need to fuck resurfaces again.

Once Hanbin's knot deflates enough to slip out with a wet squelch, he momentarily untangles himself from Zhang Hao's arms to reach for a water bottle on the nightstand.

He uncaps it and brings the lid to his boyfriend's lips, "Here, hyung. Drink."

Zhang Hao opens his mouth, humming when the cold water slides down his parched throat. He downs half of it before urging Hanbin to finish the rest.

Hanbin does so, chugs the remaining liquid and places the empty bottle back onto the nightstand. When he turns back, he's greeted with the sight of Zhang Hao playing with the cum that's spilling out of him.

He watches white cling onto his fingers in sticky strands when Zhang Hao taps them against his drooling hole.

The omega looks up, smirks, then gathers a palmful of Hanbin's cum and spreads it all over his inner thighs and stomach, marking himself.

Hanbin curses appreciatively when his scent melts into Zhang Hao's skin, his words coming out almost growl-like, "Fuck, Hao-ge, have I told you how hot you are?"

His cock is back to full hardness, tip flushed red and straining. Zhang Hao licks his lips hungrily

"You just did." He answers, spreading his legs wider invitingly. "I could say the same for you too."

The alpha slots himself between Zhang Hao's thighs, taking his cock in his hand to slap it wetly against the older's belly. "Can't wait for you to swell with our pups."

They both know that it's impossible since Zhang Hao is on strict birth control. Most importantly, they're still idols. Perhaps it might happen in the future, but for now, he decides to feed into Hanbin's rut delusions (afterall, he fucks the hardest when crazed).

"Knot me again then, alpha." A hand on Hanbin's chest pushes him backwards, and he falls back onto the bed with a soft groan. Zhang Hao stradles him, eggs him on by bringing his thoghs up and spreading his legs widely, exposing his puffy hole.

"Look at how your cum's leaking out already," He juts out his lower lip, swiveling his hips in circles on Hanbin's thick cock, "How will I ever get pregnant like this?"

Hanbin makes a noise that resembles a mix of a desperate whine and a possessive growl. His hands brusingly grab Zhang Hao's waist to lift him up, hips snapping upwards to meet the falling motion of his body in the middle.

Zhang Hao cries out at being impaled so abruptly onto Hanbin's cock.

"You will," the alpha slurs, "I'll make you." His hand travels down to press into the skin just above Zhang Hao's weeping cock as he pounds into him, eyes dark with lust.

The omega tosses his head back, the corners of his lips curls up, pleased, "I know you fucking will."

It's going to be a very long week.