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Chan wants to love his husband. He believes Minho is very lovable. Despite what many people in the kingdom might think of him, Chan would like to believe he knows him better than them. Where they see his sharp eyes and stone cold expressions, Chan sees the softness he does his best to hide. Minho is a calculated man, he guards his heart. Chan wants to get to know him and love him. They are here because they have to be and he wants to make the best out of it.
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Warm lips press to his pulse point. Chan’s whole body shivers. His neck has always been sensitive. They trail down, past his collarbones, his chest. When Chan opens his eyes he sees Minho’s face. Messy, brown hair, so soft. Kind eyes. Sharp nose.
“Alpha.” He says.
So simple. It’s so simple and it’s embarrassing how easy Chan is. He feels his cock twitch. He tries to buck his hips up but feels no pressure on it, even though Minho is sitting on his lap. He grabs his hips and flips them over, hovering above him.
“Alpha.” He says again, beautiful and under Chan’s body, at Chan’s mercy like this.
When he grinds down this time, it definitely feels good. When he looks down, Minho is naked, but he can’t see him fully. It’s a blur. But that’s okay.
“Alpha, please.”
His mate is begging for him. He needs him. Chan can deliver. He’s spent his whole life learning how to be an alpha, the good and the bad. Growing up and unlearning things he realized don’t benefit him or his future mate. He’s born to do this, to take care of.
When he goes to untie his robe, he can’t. He tries and tries with no success.
Minho whines. He’s frustrated. His small hands grab Chan by the ribs and pull him down. He stumbles over his magnificent body, clumsy in his own skin.
“Come on. Please, please.”
“I know.” Chan tries to soothe him with kisses all over his face, tries to kiss his lips. “I know, I’m sorry, just—“
“Alpha.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay, shhh, I just—“
Again, when he rolls his hips down, it feels good. He moans. But only for him, not for Minho. Because Chan can’t get undressed but he can’t stop humping him like a dog and it’s good but just physically because it hurts him to see Minho’s disappointed face and he wants them both to feel good, he needs—
“Alpha, please.” His voice grows higher, needier and Chan still can’t do anything, why won’t his robe come off and why can’t he see him clearly, he wants to see him—
He wakes up gasping. It takes him a few seconds to realize he’s in his bed and a few more seconds to stop grinding against the sheets, not Minho. He’s drenched in sweat and he’s so hard it hurts. As he regains consciousness, he thinks about the dream and sadness and anger overpower arousal. Why was he incompetent? Why does his brain like torturing him? Why was Minho—
Minho.
Another gasp and Chan turns his head to the side very slowly. If he woke him up because of this, he will curl in a hole and die. The bed is half empty. Where is he? Panic shoots through him and the fog in his brain clears almost instantly. He manages to untangle himself out of the sheets and stands up. Looking around the room, he doesn’t see him but he can smell him.
Not unusual, their room always smells like a combination of their scents. Chan finds it romantic. But this is stronger. Dominating. One quick glance at their bathroom tells him the door is closed and he almost knocks it down before remembering to knock.
“Minho?”
“Chan.”
Relief washes over him. As long as he’s here, Chan can take care of it, whatever it is.
“Can I— Are you okay? Can I come in?” He hears a sob. He wants to respect Minho’s boundaries, he really does. But he thinks this overrules it, really. “I’m coming in, okay? Just—“ he wants to say cover up, in case Minho is naked or something, but he’s crying so they have bigger concerns.
If he thought Minho’s scent was strong in the bedroom, he almost faints when he enters their bathroom. It’s so strong he almost chokes on it, vanilla and undertones of lavender sit heavy in the air. Minho is on the floor, curled in what looks like an uncomfortable position and Chan is on his knees before he can think about it.
His face is red and sweaty, tears clumping his eyelashes together. Chan’s heart shivers in his chest. He’s never seen him like this. He lifts a hand, careful, slow. Minho doesn’t flinch away and Chan breathes slowly, placing it on top of his head.
“Are you—“
“In heat? Yes.” He interrupts him before Chan can even finish a sentence.
So this is really happening. Great. Chan is normal about it. He can handle it. He’s not at all thinking about how mere minutes ago his subconscious basically told him he’s gonna make an awful alpha when his mate is in need and he is not panicking because Minho is clearly panicking and one of them has to stay calm.
“Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“I don’t know.” Minho whispers and then his face scrunches in pain. He closes his eyes and takes calming breaths. “I don’t know. I don’t know what to do and you don’t know what to do and I’m scared, okay?”
Well. So much for staying calm. Chan strokes his hair and tries not to lose his mind.
“I know. I know, but we’ll figure it out, yeah?” he sounds like he’s convincing himself more than Minho but he has to push through. “I’ll figure it out. I can make it better.”
Hopefully. Unless he somehow makes it worse and hurts Minho more than his own biology is already hurting him. But he can’t really drown in self pity right now because Minho will be able to smell it and freak out even more and they don’t really have time for that.
Chan is thinking that maybe they should have slept together on their wedding night. They decided not to, both found it too weird considering the fact that they didn’t know each other. Decided to wait.
Minho whines on the floor.
“Can I? I promise I’ll take care of you. Okay? Just let me do it, I know it hurts, but let me take you to bed. I wanna make it better.” Chan places a hand on Minho’s shoulder.
Minho gives him a silent nod and wipes away his tears. His ears are so red. He’s so cute, he looks like an angry kitten. How could anyone be intimidated by him is beyond Chan.
He manages to get himself on his elbows and knees, head hanging low and taking deep breaths. Chan decides to take initiative and gets a hold of him under his armpits. Minho makes a surprised sound, almost like a squeak, as Chan gently picks him up. But he wraps his legs and arms around him, clinging tight.
He’s so hot, Chan can feel the warmth of his body. He makes a soothing sound and hopes it translates well. He knows Minho is far from what some would consider a traditional omega. It’s one of the reasons Chan likes him so much.
They get to the bed. As Chan puts him down on the sheets, Minho clings to him, not letting go.
“It hurts.” Even the way he says it looks painful, gritted through teeth. Like someone ripped it out of his throat, like he wouldn’t admit it if it really wasn’t too much.
“I know.” Chan kisses his sweaty forehead. “I know, I’ll make it better, okay? I promise.”
He sounds like a broken record to his own ears. Still, there is not much time for panic and insecurity when his mate is in heat and all of his instincts are going insane, urging him to action. He strips Minho of his soaked pajama bottoms and underwear. The scent gets so much stronger. Chan could choke on it. He’d welcome that.
His pussy is covered in black hair, yet even like that, Chan can see how wet he is. It’s all on his inner thighs. Chan’s never seen someone like this before. He’s terrified.
He looks at Minho’s face when he tugs on his shirt. He knows he has a scar on his stomach he’s insecure about but evidently, the situation calls for no thoughts, because Minho quickly takes it off himself. Chan will be inside of his body very soon, he assumes there isn’t much space for hiding anymore.
He gets naked too. That part is easy. He doesn’t love his body, but he’s proud of it. He’s in good shape. He thinks he looks good. Always room for improvement, but good enough. Hopefully.
Minho stares at his crotch shamelessly. He swallows. “Okay. I need that inside me.” He looks up at Chan. His whole face is red, because of embarrassment or heat, Chan can’t tell. Probably a combination. “You’ll have to go slow, though. You’re big.”
Ridiculously, his dick jumps at that. Chan ignores it, but he knows Minho saw. Maybe he’ll make fun of him later for it, when he has other priorities. “Yes. Yeah. Of course.” He strokes Minho’s thigh, the soft flesh giving under his palm. “Are you scared?”
A beat passes. “A little. Are you?”
A lot. “A little. But we’ll figure it out, yeah?”
“I’m starting to think this is why people do this for the first time on their wedding night. On the other hand, I need it so bad you could probably stick anything in me and it would make it better. So. You know. If that helps.”
Chan giggles. His heart is beating so fast he feels it in every cell. Slowly, he lets his hand trail up and Minho spreads his legs for him more. It can’t be that bad. He’ll manage. He’s always been a quick learner. Looking at him, Chan’s mouth salivates. No one’s ever really told him much about this part, about what to do. No one’s prepared him.
“You’ll put your fingers in me first.” Minho tells him, perhaps sensing his uncertainty. “You have to stretch me out a little. So it hurts less.”
Chan nods. He can do that. “Okay. So I just…”
Experimentally, he lets himself touch Minho between his legs. This is the most private part of his body and Chan is touching it. Wet and hot and sticky. Minho’s breathing is still uneven, he’s still impatient, but he doesn’t say anything as Chan tests out the waters.
One finger slips in much easier than he expected. It’s like Minho’s body swallows him up. They both gasp. Wet, hot and sticky gets to a whole new level. He kind of just stands there, kneeling between Minho’s legs, one finger inside him, before he registers he should probably move it. He will be moving once he fucks him, so in order to stretch him, he should move now too.
It looks pretty silly when he thrusts it in and out, moving his whole hand for the sake of one finger. But Minho doesn’t complain, so Chan will take it.
“Like that?” he asks, desperate for approval.
“Mhm.” Minho’s eyes are closed. “Like—I like to do it like this.”
Then he’s slipping one of his own fingers next to Chan’s, much quicker, with so much more ease. With practice. Chan watches as he crooks it and massages his walls from the inside, so he copies the movement.
“Yeah. Like that.” Minho sighs and spreads his pussy with two fingers.
He’s so pink. He’s so wet. Chan’s jaw aches looking at him.
“Fuck.”
It makes Minho huff a small laugh, which makes him happy. They keep at it and it’s clumsy and a little awkward, but Chan thinks it’s getting the job done. Wanting to do something without asking Minho about it first, he slips another finger inside. He keeps his eyes on his face and meets no signs of pain. So he starts moving them together.
Minho pants, moving his fingers so he can touch himself just above Chan’s, where they disappear into him. Chan makes a questioning noise and he shakes his head, speeding up
“You just—you just keep doing that, that’s good, I feel good.”
His whole body shivers under praise. Some of that initial fear fades away and makes room for arousal, deep in his belly. He watches as Minho’s skilled fingers work and he pumps his own in and out of him, spreading them occasionally. The give of his muscles is fascinating. It’s a tight fit but he can feel every breath Minho takes and how he loosens up for him.
When Minho orgasms, his back arches off the bed. He’s so loud. The guards in front of their room must hear him. He squeezes around Chan’s fingers so hard it hurts. Then he relaxes and takes a deep breath.
“Wow…” is all Chan can eloquently say.
“It’s called a clitoris, alpha.” Minho tells him, some of his usual teasing back in his tone.
Chan’s ears are on fire. “Oh. I’m sorry, I just never. I don’t know.”
“It’s okay.” Minho’s voice turns soft. “I didn’t either until I discovered it myself. Then I asked my teacher and he almost killed me.”
Clitoris. Chan takes notes. That’s the magic button that makes Minho feel good. Got it.
“But I really need you to fuck me now.” Minho tells him and slowly wraps a hand around Chan’s dick. “It’s gonna make me feel much better than fingers.”
Chan gasps and chases the touch. He takes a deep breath. “Yeah. Are you… Are you stretched enough?” he still feels pretty tight around Chan’s fingers.
“I can take it.”
Minho gets on his elbows and then sits up properly. Seems like he feels a little better, but Chan knows he needs more. He places a hand on Chan’s chest and bumps their noses together.
“Get on your back.”
Chan opens his eyes and gives him a confused look. “On my back? Me?”
“Yes.” Minho nods and starts maneuvering them both. “That way I can control it. And you won’t hurt me.”
Chan is skeptical, but even in the short period of knowing Minho, he’s learned he can’t deny him much. Especially not right now. So he does as he’s told, takes his previous position and gets comfortable on the sheets.
Minho straddles his hips and takes his cock. Even just this feels so good Chan wants to explode. He doesn’t know how he’ll survive being inside him. Minho doesn’t waste much time, he holds him by the base and rubs the tip between his folds. He’s getting him wet, Chan realizes. Good. Smart. He wonders if he’d think of it.
Minho’s hands shake but he has this cute determined look on his face. Chan holds him by the hips and hopes he’s providing some sort of support. When he starts sinking down, Chan locks all of his muscles so he doesn’t move. It feels so good. Like a wet heaven, nice and warm and tight. He didn’t think it would feel this good.
Minho seems to be doing okay, head thrown back and eyes closed. Mouth open. He goes slow. Chan rubs small circles on his skin with his thumbs. They moan together when he fully sits on him.
“Fuck, you’re big.” Minho gasps. “Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.”
“Is it—Is it bad? Does it hurt?” some of the earlier panic sets back in.
“A little.” He says. “But I like it. It’s more… it feels good more than it hurts. I like how full I am.”
Slowly, he picks himself up. Chan thinks about how strong he is. He looks at his thighs as he starts working himself on Chan’s cock. Unsure little movements. Testing what feels good. Everything feels good to Chan, he could die happy like this, so he’ll let Minho figure out his rhythm.
“You’re so beautiful.” He says, without thinking much of it.
Minho clenches around him and stumbles a little. “Fuck you.”
It makes Chan smile. “What? I can’t tell my mate how pretty he is? My husband?” realizing Minho can’t actually run away from his compliments like he usually does right now, Chan delights at the shy look on his face. “You look even prettier than I imagined.”
Bracing his hands on Chan’s chest, Minho chuckles and starts moving in small circles. He alternates between rolling his hips and lifting himself up and down. “So you imagined this, Your Highness?”
Chan squeezes his thighs and curls his toes on the sheets. No use in hiding now, he keeps his eyes closed and nods. “Yeah.”
“Scandalous.” Minho whines when he takes him whole. “Thinking of your omega like that, never would have guessed you’re the type. Did you wonder if my cunt will be able to fit you?”
Chan gasps, twitching inside him. He feels completely at his mercy and he likes it. “Minho…”
“Am I being an improper queen?” suddenly, he’s much closer, Chan can feel his breath on his lips. He opens his eyes. “Too vulgar for your taste?”
Minho’s lips are impossibly soft. Chan places a hand on the small of his back and in a fit of bravery, flips them without slipping out. “No.” he says, before giving him another careful kiss. “You’re perfect.”
Minho moans and it fuels Chan’s need to make him feel so good he loses his mind. Maybe that won’t be today, they’ll definitely need more practice for it, but soon. For now, he manages to stop overthinking it and moves his body.
Minho seems to like being under him, something to note for later. He puts his neck on display and Chan kisses him gently there too. Thinks about sinking his teeth so he has more marks than the mating bite he put on him. So everyone in the kingdom can take one look at him and know.
“What else did you think about?” Minho whispers in the space between them. His hands roam over Chan’s back. Chan feels blessed to be touched by him. He also feels too shy to talk about his fantasies. “Did you imagine me pregnant? Fucking pups into me?”
Apparently, Minho has no such reservations. It would be a lie to say he didn’t. Impossible not to. Chan wants it so much it makes him feel insane. But he can’t say it. He whines and slips his tongue in Minho’s mouth and keeps fucking him but he can’t say it.
“All—round and—big with your kids? Will you do that? Gonna breed me? No better time than now, it’ll—definitely take.” Minho keeps escaping his kisses to rile him up more.
“Minho.” Chan moans into his throat, overwhelmed with the images he puts in his brain.
“Alpha.” His voice is breathy and fucked out. He’s leaking so much slick the noises are obscene. “My alpha, such a good mate.”
If Chan had a tail, it would be wagging right about now. He holds Minho’s leg, testing his flexibility. Minho lets him handle his body without protest, content with being fucked into the mattress. Chan hooks it around his waist and lets his hand travel down, searching. Minho seems to understand what he’s looking for and he smiles, not unkindly.
He holds him by the wrist and leads him where it feels good. Chan doesn’t get it at first but he doesn’t let it discourage him and when he does get it, Minho squeezes on his cock and gasps. Chan can definitely get used to this.
“Oh f-fuck.” Minho trembles as Chan tries to mimic what he did before. He thinks he’s doing a good job.
“Please.” He finds himself begging, nose pressed into Minho’s soft cheek. “Please, I wanna feel it, wanna make it good for you, please, Minho—“
“It’s good.” Minho reassures him, breathless. “It’s good, you’re—like that, don’t stop, right there, that’s good—“ he scratches Chan’s back and Chan fucks him through an orgasm, not letting up.
When Minho stops shaking, Chan kisses him. There’s still energy in him, he kisses like he wants to steal the air out of Chan’s lungs. His hands frame Chan’s face. Chan likes being held by him. He likes the way Minho touches him and lets himself be touched. He likes how he can taste his desperation and wants to believe it’s not all just his heat.
“Please.” Minho says. “Please, I need more. Will you—you’ll knot me, right? I need your knot, please, I want it, please, hyung.”
Chan melts whenever Minho calls him hyung. He used to only refer to him as Your Highness and now he mostly uses that if he’s messing with him. They’ve gotten so close. They’ll get even closer.
Chan can feel his knot forming. He’s never been so desperate about anything in his life as he is about fucking it into Minho right now.
“Yeah.” He tells him, kissing his nose. “Yeah, you wanna switch? I don’t wanna crush you like this.”
Minho nods and Chan pulls out. Immediately he wants to fuck back into him. He doesn’t know how he’ll function now that he knows what it feels like to be inside Minho. He doesn’t move away too much, addicted to the warmth of Minho’s skin. Stays there as Minho rolls over and gets on his knees. He doesn’t bother propping up on his hands, just lets his chest press into the mattress and arches his back. Presenting.
Chan holds him by the waist and slips back in. Minho whimpers.
“Oh god, you’re so much deeper like this.” He breathes, fisting the sheets.
Chan bites his lower lip. “Still okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, please do it. I wanna know how it feels, please do it.”
It makes Chan laugh but he has no place because he’s just as gone. Just as curious. He goes back to fucking Minho, slowly, keeping his eyes on where their bodies meet. They’re both so sweaty. Minho is so wet and in turn, Chan is wet too, his cock covered in slick. He wants to drown in it.
He’s still scared he’ll hurt Minho, but everything feels so good he’s able to ignore that part of his brain and give him what he wants. What he’s asking for.
“Ahhhh, ah, alpha, alpha, Channie, oh—“ Minho starts to moan, his voice so high pitched, as Chan starts bullying his knot inside him.
Chan covers his body with his own, kissing between his shoulders. “You’re doing so well. So well, easy, that’s it, feels good. Feels good, yeah? Gonna—get you so full, oh shit.”
Pleasure almost blinds him. It feels so good when he fucks all the way inside Minho, when he knots him and locks them together. When he starts filling him up, deep inside. Minho mewls under him and Chan keeps kissing any skin he can reach. His head clears enough to roll them on their sides so he doesn’t suffocate him.
Still, he holds him almost dangerously tight, arm wrapped around Minho’s waist, leg thrown over his thigh to keep him as close as possible. Nose buried in his neck.
“Was it okay?” he asks quietly.
Minho sighs in his arms. He smells content. “Yes. It was really good.” He places a hand over Chan’s own. “Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me.”
“I don’t know how long until the next wave hits. I’m usually more feverish, but I’m assuming your knot is helping, so. We’ll see.”
“Okay. However long. I’m here.”
They fall into a comfortable silence. Chan hums. “You asleep?” he asks quietly after some time.
“No.”
“What you said… about kids. Did you—Was it a heat of the moment thing, or? Just… curious.”
Chan knows they will have kids. They have to. He just wants to know if it’s something Minho thinks about. If he’s looking forward to it.
He presses Chan’s hand against his stomach. “I want it. I think you will make a good dad. You are a good husband and mate, so… It’s only logical. You’re caring and protective. And good. So I want it. I’m scared, but with you it will be… easier.” He clears his throat. “Don’t make it a big deal or anything.”
“Of course not.” Chan grins, warm around his heart.
“Because I can’t escape now.”
“True.”
“And also can’t hit you.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Chan wants to love his husband. Minho is very lovable. He thinks he’s getting there.