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The bed dips when Jisung sits next to Hyunjin. He wills his hands to stop shaking by sticking them under his thighs.
“Am I that scary?” Hyunjin asks.
There is no smile in his tone, not even a small one. Maybe he genuinely believes it. A little Jisung wants to say, but he doesn’t want to hurt his feelings.
“No, no.” he shakes his head. “No, of course not. I’m just nervous, I guess.”
“Why are you nervous?”
Jisung blinks at the carpet in front of them. He feels small in front of Hyunjin, uncharacteristically so. He can’t read him and desperately wants to. Still, Jisung isn’t looking for a fight. Never is anymore, but especially not with his new husband on their wedding night.
“Am I not allowed to be?”
He can see Hyunjin shrug in the corner of his eye. “Gonna feel good for you anyway.”
There is a small ache in Jisung’s chest. He clears his throat and braves facing Hyunjin, looking at him properly. He’s beautiful, his shoulder length hair still held up by a ribbon, away from his face. His face is sharp most of the time, except for when he laughs really hard and looks like a tiny dumpling. Not that Jisung has seen a lot of that, but he treasures those moments.
He clears his throat and decides honesty is the best route, no matter how much it makes his cheeks burn. “I want it to feel good for you too. That’s why I’m nervous. I wanna make it good.”
Hyunjin blinks at him. “Oh. Well. You’re welcome to try.”
It gets a laugh out of Jisung. He’s determined to make this night good and lighter than it currently seems. Rubbing his palms on his thighs, he says, “I have a friend, um. My hyung, he told me things. He gave me something too.”
He’s grateful to see Hyunjin is matching his blush. “What did he give you?”
Standing up, he rounds the bed and opens the drawer of his bedside table. He fishes a small bottle of oil and shows it to Hyunjin, who meets it with a frown.
“What’s that for?”
“Well, he said—sometimes, it can be useful, you know, maybe you don’t. You can be nervous and all, so it’s good to have it. Just in case.”
“Excuse me?”
Jisung smells anger in the air and he sets the bottle on the table, comes back to Hyunjin. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be offended.”
Then he does what he’s thought of for so long. Perhaps since the first time he saw Hyunjin and they told him that’s his future husband. He sinks to his knees. Hyunjin’s eyes widen and anger bleeds away. Jisung has never seen an alpha on their knees for their omega, but. This is his husband. His future mate.
Carefully, he takes Hyunjin’s hand, allowing him to snatch it away if he wants to. He stays put. “I just want you to be comfortable.”
Hyunjin blinks at him again. His scent sweetens. “Your highness.” He smiles. “Wouldn’t you be the one offended if my cunt doesn’t get wet enough for you?”
The choice of words sends a zip up Jisung’s spine. He shakes his head and holds Hyunjin’s hand between his own. “No. There’s nothing you can do tonight that will offend me.”
Hyunjin laughs at him, like he’s ridiculous. But it’s still a Hyunjin laugh he caused, so he’ll greedily take it. “Okay. I will let you know if we need that oil.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
“Now, are you going to spend the rest of the night on your knees or will you join me on our bed?”
Another shudder disturbs his whole body. He thinks about Chan and what he said and what Jisung can do, other than just sticking your knot in him, honey, it doesn’t work like that.
“Actually, hyung said something else. I can… I can put my mouth on you. If you want that?” Jisung asks, heart beating in his throat. He thinks he’ll be bad at it, but he also thinks he’ll learn. He wants to learn, for Hyunjin.
Hyunjin’s knees knock together. He’s still letting Jisung hold his hand. “Maybe… some other time?”
“Of course. Of course. Whatever you want. And don’t want. Just tell me.”
“That hyung that’s been teaching you so many things… is it your royal advisor I met?” Hyunjin strokes Jisung’s knuckles with his thumb.
Jisung tracks the movement with a smile. “Yeah. Channie hyung.”
“I thought his job is to advise you on matters concerning the kingdom?” he arches an eyebrow. He looks amused.
“Technically speaking, you are a matter concerning the kingdom. This is all yours now too.” he says. “But he’s been my friend long before he’s been my royal advisor. And his job is to give me advice on anything I want to know, so. I think you’ll like his mate. Maybe you could be friends.”
Jisung really wants Hyunjin to have a community here and to feel welcome. To have someone in this place except his husband, so he can go to them if the two of them end up fighting. So he can spend time with them drinking tea and gossiping and sharing secrets. Bang Felix might be the most approachable person Jisung knows, he thinks they’d get along.
“Maybe. Will you kiss me now?”
He’s pulled out of his thoughts and back on his feet. Hyunjin stands up too. Taller than him, he must lean down a little. Jisung feels only slightly embarrassed about getting on his tiptoes. They kissed at the ceremony, but it was awful. Awful might be pushing it, but it wasn’t good. Quick and dry and in front of everyone and Jisung hates being on display. He still hasn’t figured out if Hyunjin soaks up the attention or is drowning in it.
This one is different. It starts off slow, Hyunjin’s lips impossibly soft. His hand is on Jisung’s shoulder and the other finds way to his hair. Jisung inhales him, wants to have his scent imprinted at the back of his throat. Wants to bathe in his slick, which is a bizarre thought, but one he doesn’t overthink. Hyunjin’s scent is full of jasmine, rich and a little dizzying.
“Jisung.” Hyunjin breathes against his lips when they separate. If Jisung were to open his eyes, he thinks he’d see a string of saliva connecting them. “You should undress me.”
He removes the ribbon and Jisung watches as his shiny hair falls over his face. It’s soft under his fingers and Jisung tucks it behind his ear before he starts doing what was asked of him.
Hyunjin is a vision. Jisung thinks about picking up painting so he’d be able to immortalize him like this. No one else should be allow to witness it. His body is long, graceful on the sheets. Jisung knows he’s been taught to appeal to his future husband since he was a kid, told to look desirable and inviting. But he thinks he’d find Hyunjin irresistible if he was a clumsy mess of limbs too, if he was shy and curled up.
He’s far from it. Jisung takes him in, soft tummy and thighs, the bush between his legs. How his fingers tap against the sheets, waiting. Impatient or nervous? Both? His scent doesn’t give anything away, so Jisung really hopes he’ll be able to learn him in days to come. He spreads his legs a little and Jisung’s breath catches in his throat.
“Fuck.” He snorts, dragging a palm over his face.
“I agree.” Hyunjin looks him up and down, equally vulnerable, laid bare for his husband. “You’re bigger than I thought.”
Jisung blinks. “Should I take that as an insult?”
It earns him an eye roll and oh, he’s so pretty when he does that. “Take it for what it is. A compliment.”
Were it any other day, Jisung might let his tendencies to carry out bickering win, but this is their wedding night and he does like what Hyunjin said, so he’ll ignore the other part.
“Yes, dear. Can I touch you?”
Hyunjin bites his lip and nods, propped on his elbows. Jisung fits over him, between his legs. He strokes the inside of his thigh where little hairs are raised. Nuzzling his nose under Hyunjin’s jaw, he hopes he’s soothing him.
“Can you please tell me if I do anything wrong?” he asks, eyes closed and cheeks still warm. “I meant what I said. I want to take care of you. I vowed to do so and I intend to start right away. But you have to talk to me. I have no way of knowing. Please?”
Falling on his back, Hyunjin’s hair bounces on the pillow. He licks his lips, more anxious than seductive and nods. “I’ll tell you. I trust you, it’s okay. You won’t hurt me. I won’t let you. You can relax as well.”
It makes heat curl up in Jisung’s belly. He exhales and they exchange a smile. Jisung promised himself he’s not going to imagine their lives together and get lost in romantic daydreaming tonight. He might be scared of Hyunjin’s body but his heart is scarier and far more unknown to him. There will be time for that.
He makes sure his hand isn’t shaking when he touches Hyunjin between his legs for the first time. Ring and middle finger, not pushing in right away, just feeling around, how Chan taught him. It was admittedly an embarrassing conversation, but Chan has been Jisung’s person his whole life and he knew no one else would tell him what to do.
Hyunjin, either to ease Jisung’s nerves or simply wanting to speed this up, decides to help. He spreads his folds with two delicate fingers and allows Jisung’s to slip right in. When he looks up, Hyunjin nods in encouragement, lips pressed tight.
He’s wet and warm and tight and Jisung’s first thought is that he will not be able to fit his dick inside him. Still, he doesn’t panic, just spreads his fingers and looks for any change of expression. Hyunjin’s eyes are closed, lips parted just a little. Pushing further inside, Jisung curls his fingers and smiles to himself when the smallest ah escapes Hyunjin’s throat.
“You don’t have to be so careful.” Hyunjin tells him. “I do this, I’m used to it.”
Jisung’s brain lags. “You do?”
“What, have you never touched yourself?” there is a playful smirk on his handsome face. “Or just thought omegas don’t do it? I have a hyung too, you know?”
“Oh.” He blinks. “Is it… Lee Minho-ssi?”
He’s a friend of Hyunjin’s with a piercing gaze that made Jisung freeze in the spot first time it was directed at him. Soon enough it became clear he was just protective of Hyunjin to a terrifying degree, but he warmed up to Jisung pretty fast, he thinks. Hopes, at least.
“One and only.” Hyunjin stretches on the bed like a cat. “Add another and then move them.”
With an image of Hyunjin fucking his long fingers into himself, shaking on the bed and making himself feel good in his mind, Jisung listens to him. Three fingers in, even a tighter fit than before, but no grimaces of pain so far, so it’s all good.
Hyunjin’s fingers dance over his stomach before he’s trailing them lower, shy of where Jisung is touching him. He starts rubbing and immediately clenches, more slick coating Jisung’s fingers and oh. Jisung knows about that. Chan told him to look for it. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to find it, but Hyunjin seems to know his body well enough, maybe he can teach him.
His legs spread more and it’s an obscene picture. Jisung has to swallow. He’s so hard not being touched is starting to hurt, but he ignores it. Moves his fingers and watches as Hyunjin makes himself feel good. Feels him rhythmically squeezing and loosening his muscles. The sounds are as arousing as they are embarrassing.
“Won’t need that oil.” He whispers as he curls his fingers again.
Hyunjin laughs and Jisung wonders how it would be to have him laugh while he’s fucking him, if he can feel it even like this.
“Told you.” he sighs. “But it was a nice thought on your part. Stretch me out a bit more.”
Jisung gets more comfortable on the bed and spreads his fingers. Hyunjin stops touching himself and just takes it. His chest rises and falls with each breath. Jisung wants to sink his teeth all over, not leave a single centimeter of skin unmarked.
“Would you ever let me paint you like this?” he dares to ask.
Hyunjin giggles, a delightful sound. “You know how to paint?”
“I’m better with a pencil. I can learn, though.”
“I can teach you.” He places a hand on Jisung’s chest. “If you let me practice on you first.”
It flusters Jisung, which isn’t a difficult thing to do, but he still likes it. Likes when Hyunjin surprises him and lets him see new sides of his lovely personality. It gives him hope this will be a good marriage. Maybe even more than that.
“I think we’re good.” Hyunjin holds his wrist.
He pulls his fingers out slowly, one by one. Hyunjin’s slick sticks them together and without thinking, he gets them in his mouth. He likes the taste, much of what he expected from the scent, just a thicker texture than he imagined. He moans and presses his forehead to Hyunjin’s chest, laughing into his skin. Hyunjin laughs as well, he smells at ease and worked up. He drags Jisung up by the hair gently and swallows.
“I’ll be honest, I am scared a little.” He admits. “But not as much as I thought I would be. You’re… you make it better.”
Jisung smiles at him and cups his cheeks, leaning for a kiss. “I’m glad. I won’t hurt you. I promise. I’ll go so slow. You just say a word.”
Wordlessly, Hyunjin nods. He gets his fingers inside himself and Jisung watches, transfixed, as he spreads his slick all over Jisung’s cock. It gives a pathetic twitch, eager and desperate and Jisung agrees.
“Sensitive?” Hyunjin asks, no amusement in his tone, just pure curiosity.
Taking a steadying breath, Jisung chuckles and shakes his head. “Just… never been touched before.”
“We’ll make it good. We got your royal advisor. And the oil.”
“Ah, realllllly.” Jisung whines. “Stop making fun of the oil.”
“It’s very cute. Can it be used as a massage oil too or is it simply sex purpose?”
“I haven’t asked. I’ll have to check.” He hums. “But I have massage oils. If you want me to give you one. I’m not great, but. You know.”
Hyunjin smiles. “You have to fuck me first, honey.”
Right. That, he does.
Hyunjin holds himself open, hands on his thighs. Jisung grips himself at the base, too tight. He’s wet, covered in Hyunjin’s slick, about to fuck him. It’s happening. It’s the moment he’s been looking forward to and dreading for so long now.
First thought as he slowly fucks into him is the same it was with fingers. Tight, wet, hot. Feels good. Nothing has ever felt this good and he thinks nothing ever will. He bites his lip so he doesn’t whine.
“Wait, wait.” Hyunjin’s hand rests on his stomach, gentle.
Jisung’s heart skips a beat. “What is it? Do we stop? Does it hurt?”
“No, no. No. It’s just a lot. Give me a second.”
So he does. He has to trust him. He thinks Hyunjin trusts him too. They have to, for this to work. For any of this to work. Jisung wants to be a good alpha. He wants to be a good mate and a good husband. If he grows to be half of what Chan is to Felix, he will be happy with himself. He stays perfectly still, even as all his instincts scream at him to just push, just a bit more, he’s already halfway there, it feels so good. He waits instead, holding himself and stroking Hyunjin’s side slowly.
“Okay.” Hyunjin starts touching himself again. His fingers bump against Jisung’s cock. “Okay, I’m good.”
Keeping his eyes on Hyunjin’s face, he starts moving again. He is tight, but not too tight. Accommodating to take him. The first one. The only one, both of them. Once he’s all the way in, the breath that leaves him is a shaky little thing.
“Fuck.” He holds Hyunjin’s hips to ground himself.
“Oh, I’m so full.” Hyunjin says, in awe.
“You’re so wet.” Jisung whispers. “Sorry. Sorry. Just. God. It’s so much.”
Hyunjin brings him closer. Jisung isn’t sure this is the best position for moving, but he’s willing to give it a go. Slowly, he pulls out just a little and grinds his hips forward. Hyunjin’s breath hitches right next to Jisung’s ear. He should work on his physical exercises, he thinks to himself as he balances on his hands on either side of Hyunjin’s pretty head. His thighs are somehow already burning. He’s sweating. Hyunjin is sweating too. A lot.
“Oh, that’s—“ Hyunjin hiccups, arms coming to wrap around Jisung’s shoulders.
“Good? Bad? Hurts?”
“Good, it’s good. It’s good, I’ll tell you if it hurts.” He says. Jisung keeps moving. It feels so painfully awkward but so good too. Sets his skin on fire. “Just… feels like I’m already gonna…”
“Oh. Well, uh. Hyung said you can… more than once? He said to ask, actually.”
Hyunjin laughs, throwing his head back and baring his pretty neck. It makes him clench around Jisung, makes them both hiss.
“I can, I can, yeah.” He goes to touch himself but Jisung balances a little better on his knees so he’s able to beat him to it.
“Can I? Try?”
He blinks and nods. Chan also said to ask Hyunjin for help because it’s not all that simple. Still, he tries and it’s stupid because he can’t see from here but he also doesn’t know what would he be looking for anyway if he had an opportunity.
“Um, how do I—“ he stammers, blushing and throbbing inside Hyunjin.
“Here.” Hyunjin leads him and Jisung lets him, until he feels something roll under his finger and Hyunjin trembles. “Oh, yeah, there. Just, rub a little, don’t go too hard.”
He does. Hyunjin whines, high pitched and needy and new. That’s a new sound. Jisung wants to memorize it. He wants to be the reason for it a hundred more times. He keeps rubbing and thrusting into him, looking at the way Hyunjin’s face gets overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Oh, like that, just like that, don’t stop.” He begs and Jisung thinks he could knot because of that alone. He speeds up, eager to feel him, but Hyunjin’s next whine is one of frustration. “Baby, baby, noooo.”
“No? What did I do?” Jisung whines as well.
“If I say just like that, don’t go faster.” Hyunjin tells him, but his voice is kind.
“Oh. ‘m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay, just—just keep that tempo, yeah? ‘Cause that’s what feels good, so just do exactly what you’re doing.”
Jisung nods. He starts again. Hyunjin gets to making those delicious noises again. This time, when his voice is climbing in octaves and he’s nodding, Jisung listens and moves his finger, does as he’s told. When Hyunjin’s orgasm washes over him, he gasps, like there’s not enough air in his lungs. He squeezes so hard around Jisung that he has to stop moving. Hyunjin grips his wrist when he doesn’t stop touching him.
“A second, give me a second.”
His neck is drenched. Jisung didn’t know a person could sweat this much. He falls forward, licks over his scent gland and presses a kiss there. “Baby.” he breathes, still buzzing with energy because Hyunjin called him that moments before. “Was that good?”
“So good.” Hyunjin turns his head to catch Jisung’s lips in a kiss, wet and messy and so much tongue Jisung is kind of left motionless, just taking it. “Your knot is forming.”
Jisung fucks into him and finds he’s right, base of his cock wider already. “Felt so good, when you—God, it felt so good.” He nuzzles his nose into Hyunjin’s cheek. “Do you want me to bite you when I knot you, or…”
“Minho hyung said that just made it hurt more.” Hyunjin admits. “Like, one didn’t really neutralize the other, like they say they do.”
“Chan hyung said it’s a myth too.”
“Then bite me now.”
Jisung looks at him properly. He removes a stray hair from his eye. “Now?”
“Yeah. Now. I want it now. I feel good.”
“Okay.” He nods, heart picking up speed again. “Okay, then I’ll bite you now.”
Hyunjin laughs at him, his nose scrunching. Jisung rolls his hips again, rubs his face all over Hyunjin’s and yelps when he pinches his thigh. He finds his hand and locks their fingers together, pressed tight on the sheets.
“I don’t think I can make this one not hurt.” He pouts. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Hyunjin nods. He turns his head to the side and relaxes his muscles, tension leaving his shoulders as he lowers them. “It’s okay, I can take it. I’m ready, do it. I want it.”
Jisung kisses the little spot where his mating mark will go, almost in apology. He keeps fucking Hyunjin, slow and deep, feels like all of his being zeroes in on his teeth. When he breaks skin, Hyunjin squeezes his hand so hard Jisung worries he might break a finger for a second. He grabs his hair with the other one, keeping him in place.
“Alpha, ah—“ his voice breaks.
Jisung pulls back, licking over the wound, swallowing Hyunjin’s blood. He kisses again, gentle and soft and barely there and brings his nose under Hyunjin’s jaw. “All done, thank you, all done.”
“I’m yours now.” Hyunjin says, dazed. “I’m yours, your highness.”
Jisung smiles down at him. “And I’m yours too. All yours.”
Hyunjin collects a drop of blood from Jisung’s lip and sucks it into his mouth. Jisung likes him so much already he feels a little insane. “Knot now?”
“Do you want it from the back?”
Chan said to ask Hyunjin for the position but that facing each other like this is objectively the worst case scenario because then he’d have to rest on top of him until it goes down.
“Actually, can I sit on you?”
“Sit on me?”
“You, your knot, same thing. Can I?”
Jisung is a little confused, because Chan hasn’t said anything about that, but he already knows it will be very difficult to say no to Hyunjin for any of his requests. So he nods and pulls out, looks at his own cock covered in slick and wants to die a little. Hyunjin urges him up on the mattress and fluffs up the pillows against the headboard so he can sit there comfortably.
Then he straddles his thighs, hand on Jisung, leading him back inside. Jisung holds onto his waist, groaning. “I swear I’m not flattering myself—“ he grits through his teeth. “But I’m seriously worried how is it going to fit inside you.”
Hyunjin starts sinking down, holds himself with his hands on Jisung’s shoulders. “I’ll make it fit. Don’t worry, honey.”
“Oh, shit.” Jisung moans, knocking his head back and watching him. “Yeah, you do that. Okay. Please do that.”
“Gonna—“ Hyunjin starts, fingers back to teasing himself. “Gonna make myself feel good again when you stretch me.”
“Please.” It comes out breathy.
Jisung couldn’t unglue his eyes if he wanted to. He keeps staring at the place where Hyunjin is taking him, his knot the only part not inside him yet, his expert fingers working himself. Hyunjin rocks up and down on him, walls constricting and making Jisung lose his mind. This hurts too and that voice comes back to urge him to push Hyunjin down. Again, he resists and watches as he does actually make it fit, like he said he would.
“Oh—oh, fuck, Jisung, Jisungie, baby, ah, that’s—oh god.” Hyunjin moans, Jisung’s knot catching and slipping inside at the same time as he cums again, tightens up and shakes on top of Jisung.
Jisung wraps his arms around his middle, kissing under his ear. “Honey, oh my god. ‘m filling you up.”
“Yeah…” his voice is back to that dazed, fucked out state. His hand goes to his belly, like he could feel it. “Yeah.”
Then he flops and becomes dead weight on top of Jisung. It catches him by surprise and he grunts before laughing and stroking Hyunjin’s back. “If I can take your knot and your mating bite, you can take me on your lap for however long it takes for it to go down. That’s how we’re gonna split duties in this marriage, your highness.”
Jisung nods, kissing his forehead. “Of course. Didn’t say a word.” He actually likes having a Hyunjin shaped mass on top of him like that. Especially when he makes himself smaller to fit his face under Jisung’s chin. “Did it hurt? Does the mark hurt?”
“Yeah. But I like it. Both.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Oh.”
“Okay. Okay, that’s good. I’m glad.”
Hyunjin is silent for a few seconds before he adds, “It was very nice. I didn’t think it would be like this.”
Something wraps around Jisung’s heart and squeezes, protective and fierce. He holds him close and kisses his temple. “It will be even nicer, I think.”
More moments of silence. Jisung is content with it, only stretching to get the covers and drape them over Hyunjin’s back. “I almost wore a dress today. For the ceremony.” He tells him.
Jisung blinks. “Really? Why didn’t you?”
“I don’t know.”
Jisung imagines Hyunjin in a dress. Then he swallows and strokes the small of his back. “If that’s something you want, I’ll have them order silk. You can—you’re very artistic, if you want to draw them how you want them to look, I’ll find people who will make them for you.”
Hyunjin hums. “Let me think about it.”
Jisung just nods. Hyunjin’s arms are curled between their chests and he leans his head on Jisung’s shoulder. It can’t be a comfortable angle for his back. Maybe Jisung can really give him that massage later. Maybe he can do more.
“Would you let me bathe you?” he asks quietly.
Hyunjin makes another sound like he’s thinking. He settles more comfortably on top of Jisung. “Can I think about that too?”
Jisung smiles and twists his head to press a tiny kiss to his nose. “Okay, honey.”