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Chan sat at his desk, trying very hard to focus on the song he was trying to work on, but really all the twenty-three year old could focus on was the plug inside him. Every time he shifted in his chair, he could feel it inside him, its presence reminding him where he was going as soon as he’d clocked off at work.
As an alpha, everyone expected certain… dynamics from him during sexual encounters. Things that he didn’t necessarily always want to partake in. For as much as he liked fucking into a warm body - subgender be damned - he also enjoyed being fucked, which was apparently a strange predilection for an alpha to have, or even be open about.
Especially in the eyes of those who still believed that instincts mattered above all else, and that each subgender was no more than their ancient stereotype.
Chan was definitely a lot more open minded than most, but he’d quickly learned that not everyone was like him and some people only saw him for his knot, which was how he’d ended up at this dive bar in the first place.
He’d been complaining to his best friend Jisung, and he had suggested Chan visit this glory hole he’d found.
“It’s completely anonymous, just go into whichever side you wanna be on and…” Chan had quickly shut his friend down but eventually curiosity had gotten the better of him and he’d gone back to him to ask for more information.
The first time he’d gone there had been all kinds of awkward and Chan had been so nervous he hadn’t managed to relax enough to get off until later that night when he was reliving the encounter in his bed with his favourite toy.
Now that he’d been a few times, though, it was a chance for him to switch off a little. Even if he did wish it was more than just a chance encounter every now and then. Wished that he could curl up in bed afterwards with someone who’d hold him and care for him…
Right now this was all that he had.
Tonight, as Chan stepped into his side of the stall, he could hear movement on the other side as he got himself ready and he was very much enjoying the thrill of anticipation that ran through him as he slipped his slick, warm plug out of himself.
Hearing the tearing of a condom packet, and the squelch of lube that followed, Chan couldn’t but watch the hole, barely breathing as whoever was on the other side breached it, long fingers still wrapped around his length, spreading lube around before they finally withdrew from sight.
He didn’t realise he was still staring until a voice startled him into motion.
“Are you waiting for an invitation?” The man’s voice sounded rough with need, and Chan’s cock twitched involuntarily. “Or maybe permission?”
“N-no.” He cursed himself for stuttering after being caught off guard, but the man only huffed a laugh.
“Come on, pretty thing, let me take care of you.”
Usually, Chan’s evening partners weren’t at all talkative and aside from a few grunts and the way they moved their hips, he could almost believe he was back home in his bedroom, fucking himself on one of his toys.
But, as he eased backwards and lined up the thick cock with his slick hole, sinking down onto it in one movement that left him a little breathless, Chan found that he didn’t mind the “Good boy.” that followed it.
Oh no, he didn’t mind that at all .
Neither of them moved for a little while as Chan got used to the feeling of being so abruptly full, but it didn’t take too long for him to be craving more. Hands flat against the wall behind him, Chan pushed himself off the man’s cock slightly before sinking back down on it.
What he decided that he did mind, especially tonight, was that there weren’t holes in the wall for anyone to reach through and hold him by the hips as they were fucking. Maybe he’d suggest that to someone. Or maybe he was just touch starved.
Possibly both.
He didn’t realise he’d started to whine in frustration until a soft ‘please’ escaped his lips.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” The voice behind him was as soothing as it was full of promise.
He waited until Chan sank back down onto him once more and then he started to move in earnest, moving so hard that every few thrusts his hips would hit the wall between them, making it shake.
This was exactly what Chan had been wanting. To be used. To be fucked to within an inch of his life. Of course it wasn’t exactly right with the wall between them but it was the best he’d found yet. He was so turned on that he could feel his knot tingling at the base of his cock, threatening to inflate despite the lack of stimulation that usually set it off.
It had certainly never happened on one of these excursions before, and Chan knew for a fact already that he would be going home more than satisfied tonight. Trying his best to keep up, he braced his hands on the wall in front of him now, slamming his hips back in opposition to his partner in a way that had him crying out as his prostate was targeted over and over.
An impressive feat for someone who couldn’t see what they were doing.
Chan was so close already it was almost embarrassing, and with every thrust he could feel his knot swelling. He wasn’t embarrassed, though, because he could hear how wrecked his partner sounded, a plethora of “Good boys” and “Yes, just like that” falling from his lips in an almost endless stream of consciousness.
“I’m close.” Chan managed to pant, reaching down with one hand to apply pressure to his knot, which in turn caused him to clench on the cock inside of him.
“Me too.” The reply was almost growled back at him, and for just a moment Chan let himself imagine what it would be like to be pinned against the mattress as they reached their climax together.
The mental image was enough to tip him over the edge, with his partner close behind, their movements slowing until they ceased all together.
“Fuck.”
Chan heard a thud behind him like a head hitting the partition, and he couldn’t help but huff a little laugh. “I concur.”
Silence followed, but Chan didn’t feel like it was an uncomfortable one. Far from it, in fact. He started to clean himself up, willing his knot to go down quickly so he didn’t look like he still had a boner when he left, even though he knew he’d probably have one again by the time he was at home in bed.
“You’re amazing.” He heard through the hole in the wall, and he decided that right then and there he was going to be crazy and try to meet whoever had been on the other side. They’d had a connection, and it wasn’t just a physical one. That much he was sure of, even if they hadn’t really seen each other.
Unfortunately for Chan, though, the man on the other side of the wall had already vanished when he finally stepped out of his side of the cubicle, and he set off home with disappointment settling in his chest.
He didn’t go back for a little while after that, worried that anyone else wouldn’t be able to satisfy him like that anymore, even though his brain also tried to reason with him that if he went back he’d be more likely to bump into the man again there, and maybe he could try and talk to him.
It was this logic that finally made him go back, although he did skip out on two people that were decidedly not the man he was looking for.
The second time Chan ran into his mystery partner, he once again failed to talk to him in time before he ran off, leaving Chan wanting more. When he’d begrudgingly described the situation to Jisung, he’d joked that it was like a porno version of Cinderella. Only his mystery man was the one running away at the end, not the princess.
“You’re ridiculous.” Chan told him.
“But I’m not wrong.”
“No. I suppose you’re not.”
Thankfully the third time turned out to be the charm, even if Chan only caught his mystery man because he ran out of the stall half naked.
“Wait!” Chan called out to the man’s retreating form.
He stopped, but hadn’t turned around.
“I’m sorry. I know we’re not meant to - do whatever this is - but I can’t get you out of my head. I feel like there’s a connection there and I want - no, I need more.” Chan wasn’t above getting down on his knees and begging if he had to. He slipped his shirt over his head and stepped closer.
“Please, please tell me you feel it too.” Chan’s voice was barely more than a whisper. If this man walked away from him now, he didn’t think he would ever recover.
Slowly, the man - a beta - turned to face him. He was handsome, and slightly older than Chan was, and once they were looking at each other, he gave Chan a very obvious once over.
‘Here we go.’ Chan thought. This was where the man realised he was an alpha and pre-judged him.
A smirk formed on the man’s lips before it dissolved into a dimpled smile. “Usually they say that people are meant to have sex after the third date. But we seem to be doing things a little bit backwards.”
Chan looked at him, confused. “Is that a yes?” He asked.
“It’s me asking you out on a date.” The man smiled. “We had sex three times, and now we’re going out on a date - assuming you say yes - hence the backwards comment.”
“Yes.” Chan said quickly, making them both laugh. “I would love to go on a date with you.”
“Excellent, how about right now?”
“I-” Chan hesitated.
“We can pick another date if you prefer?”
“No, now is fine.” Chan smiled. “I just have one question.”
“Just one?”
“For now.”
“Okay.”
“What’s your name?”
“Jeongin.”
“Chan.”
“It’s nice to finally put a face to the rest of you.” Jeongin grinned. “I was right about you being a pretty boy, though.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere.”
“But praise on the other hand, I’ve found, will get me everywhere.”
“I plead the fifth.”
“I’d rather you were pleading my name.”
“I thought we were going on a date.”
“We are, it’s just food for thought.”
“Well, can we have some food for eating before we have food for thinking?” Chan laughed, before his stomach rumbled loudly, as if reminding the two of them of the appetite they’d just worked up.
“Yes. Food for eating, coming right up.” Jeongin smiled his dimpled smile again, before offering Chan his arm.
Chan took it, but made a show of looking around to make sure no-one could see them.
“What are you doing?” Jeongin asked.
“Just making sure no-one’s going to think I'm walking my elderly father to lunch.” Chan teased.
“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m only twenty-seven.” Jeongin complained as he led the way, with the two of them play-bickering all the way to the restaurant, cementing in Chan’s mind just how much they were going to get along.