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Jongwoo watched with warmth in his chest as the father of one his students gave a demonstration on the appropriate way to brush one’s teeth with a model of human teeth and a red toothbrush in his hands. He looked so professional and confident, his round glasses and white coat adding to his credibility—his handsomeness too. Dr. Seo Moon Jo, the Omega father of Seo Kijun, one of Jongwoo’s most well behaved and brightest students. 

Dr. Seo was charming, wealthy, and handsome but also considerate and very involved in his child’s life. He seemed too perfect and it made everyone gossip about him—that and the fact that he smelled like a mated Omega despite his Alpha not being in the picture. People had asked, but Dr. Seo had politely avoided answering and Kijun didn’t know who his father was so eventually everyone had stopped bringing it up—to them at least.

Jongwoo had a bad feeling about Kijun’s other parent and had made sure to deflect questions about them whenever the subject had come up at school, though it was rare. He felt protective of Kijun, and his father by extension, though that was likely due to his crush on the man more than anything else. Maybe it was wrong of Jongwoo to feel so attracted to another Omega, but he couldn’t seem to help it.

Dr. Seo finished his demonstration and Jongwoo encouraged everyone to clap as he stood up. 

“Thank you, Dr. Seo for your presentation,” Jongwoo said as he rounded his desk. “Does anyone have any questions for Dr. Seo?”

Jongwoo guided a short Q&A before having the kids clap for Dr. Seo again. Dr. Seo sat in one of the chairs next to Jongwoo’s desk while Jongwoo urged the next parent to talk about their career. 

“Was that okay?” Dr. Seo whispered when Jongwoo glanced his way. 

Jongwoo smiled. “It was great. Thank you, for participating.” 

Dr. Seo smiled politely then slowly turned to listen to the parent speaking. Jongwoo took a moment to soak in Dr. Seo’s profile, barely refraining from sighing. 

Ah, what would Mom say if she caught me pining over another Omega instead of an Alpha?…She wouldn’t mean to, but she’d say something to make me feel small about it—lesser for not wanting an Alpha’s claim and the surety of fully belonging to someone. 

He tore his eyes away from Dr. Seo before he caught him staring. But maybe there’s something reassuring about being unclaimed but loved anyway. 

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After the rest of the parents did their job presentations, it was time for a special lunch with the children in the cafeteria. While the rest of the parents rushed to their kids, Dr. Seo lingered by Jongwoo’s desk. 

“Will you be coming to the school play this Friday?” Jongwoo asked as he stood up. Please say yes.

“Yes. Kijun has a solo and he’s very excited about it, it’s all he’s been talking about,” Moon Jo answered with a fond smile.

Jongwoo smiled. “Well I look forward to seeing his performance.” 

”Dad!” Kijun shouted, full of glee as he tackled his dad with a hug, staring up at him with stars in his eyes. 

Dr. Seo smiled down at him and stroked his head. “Did I do well, Kijun-ah?”

Kijun nodded. “You were the best!”

Dr. Seo chuckled. “I think you’re biased.”

Kijun nodded once firmly, unashamed. 

Jongwoo smiled. “What a good son.” 

Kijun looked at him and flashed him a cheeky smile before stepping away from his father and saying, “Dad, let’s go eat.”

Dr. Seo nodded and reached for his son, Kijun grabbing his hand immediately. Dr. Seo looked at Jongwoo. “Enjoy your lunch, Mr. Yoon.”

”Thanks, you too.”

Jongwoo watched them walk away with a pleasant warmth in his chest. He knew his crush was hopeless—officially, teachers weren’t allowed to date parents of students currently in their class and unofficially it was discouraged to date parents in general in case of undue influence on how a student was treated by other teachers. But there was no harm in getting to know each other a little.

Jongwoo pulled his lunch out from his desk—samgak gimbap, a Gatorade, and two chocolate cookies. It wasn’t much but he’d been too lazy to cook after buying groceries the night before and had just gone to the convenience store by his apartment to get both dinner and lunch. 

Just as he sat down he heard, “Mr. Yoon?”

Jongwoo turned his head, pleased to see Mr. Seo standing in the doorway with a tray of food. “Yes?”

”Would you mind if I ate my lunch in here? Kijun wants to sit with Handeul since her parents didn’t come and he said he didn’t want me to make her nervous.”

Jongwoo laughed. “Your son is already ditching you for a girl? That’s tough.”

Dr. Seo chuckled. “Yes, I was hoping I still had a few more years.” 

Jongwoo smiled and gestured to the chair next to his desk. “You’re more than welcome to join me.”

”Thank you,” Dr. Seo replied politely before stepping into the room. 

Jongwoo made room on his desk for Dr. Seo’s food tray, catching a whiff of his scent as he grew closer. To Jongwoo, he smelled like burnt sugar, still sweet but a little bitter—the sign of an Omega with an unreciprocated claim. He enjoyed it way more than the acrid stench of an Alpha. 

Once they were both comfortably settled and eating, Dr. Seo asked, “Did you always want to be a teacher, Mr. Yoon?”

”Not really,” Jongwoo admitted. “I took a lot of odd jobs when I was younger to help my mom out, but then she met my stepfather. After they married, he told me he’d pay for me to go to university but it had to be for something stable and practical, so I did.”

Dr. Seo nodded. “Was there something unstable that you wanted to do?”

”I wanted to write crime novels or even become a TV show writer…” Jongwoo admitted, a little embarrassed by it. “But my stepfather didn’t crush my dreams or anything, he just encouraged me to write as a hobby instead of as my lifeline. He said that stability is fundamental to building a life and that having a good job would allow for everything else, even if the pay wasn’t amazing, it was the consistency of that pay that made all the difference.”

”He sounds like a reasonable and kind man.”

“He is,” Jongwoo said with a fond smile.  “What about you? Did you always want to become a dentist, Dr. Seo?”

Dr. Seo shook his head. ”I guess you could say that my fascination with teeth, particularly mating fangs, drew me to this occupation. Did you know our teeth extend by exactly half an inch and taper off to 2millimeters in width when we try to claim someone?”

”Really? I didn’t know that.”

”Our biology is quite strange isn’t it? Our teeth extend and sharpen at will, making us look more beast than human, and our scents can trigger a beast like need to procreate. When we’re in that triggered state with our teeth transformed and our fang is carved out it will not transform back into its default state ever. It’s like magic.” Dr. Seo said. “And I want to understand it.”

Jongwoo enjoyed his passion. “I hope one day you do…though it’s kind of romantic isn’t it? The idea of something unexplainable being magic.”

”I suppose so,” Dr. Seo replied. “But I can’t resist the challenge of figuring it out. Many have tried and failed to understand it, and I want to be known as the man who successfully figured out one of the greatest medical mysteries of all time.”

Jongwoo smiled, his admiration growing. ”You’ve got a very big dream, Dr. Seo.”

Dr. Seo nodded, his eyes full of determination. “I’m lucky that my job is both practical and pivotal to achieving it...Do you still write, Mr. Yoon?”

“On occasion,” Jongwoo said, becoming insecure as he spoke. “I’ve got a collection of short stories published in a horror Magazine,  and a half written manuscript, and a barely written novel. Nothing worth bragging about.”

“I disagree. You haven’t let reality steal your dream from you. Isn’t that impressive on its own?”

Jongwoo lit up inside. “Yeah, I…I guess I hadn’t really thought of it like that before. I guess I just always thought I’d have something bigger accomplished by now.” 

“Having your short stories published is still a great accomplishment,” Dr. Seo pointed out. “The magazine wouldn’t have kept asking for them if they weren’t well received.”

”You…are really nice, Dr. Seo,” Jongwoo replied. “Like a breath of fresh air.” 

Dr. Seo grinned. “You think so?”

Jongwoo nodded, staring at him fondly.

Dr. Seo stared back, his gaze softer. 

I really enjoy talking with him...but I can’t date a student’s parent. 

Jongwoo looked away first, clearing his throat. “We should eat.”

”Yes.” 

They both went back to eating, Dr. Seo asking him about his short stories after a couple minutes, the conversation bouncing back and forth naturally between eating and talking. Time flew by too quickly for Jongwoo’s liking but he cherished the nice lunch he’d gotten with his ill fated crush. 

Dr. Seo stood to take his tray back to the cafeteria, but he didn’t leave. “Mr. Yoon?”

“Yes?”

”After the play I’m taking Kijun out to eat pizza. Would you like to join us?”

Jongwoo felt excitement shoot through him and light up his nerves, but disappointment quickly chased it and snuffled it out. “I don’t think that would be very appropriate.”

The flash of disappointment in Dr. Seo’s expression almost made him change his mind. “I understand, I got a little ahead of myself. My apologies, Mr. Yoon.”

”There’s no need to apologize,” Jongwoo assured him. “It’s just that teachers should have firm boundaries with their students.”

”What about parents?”

”…Parents too.”

”So I would get the same response even if it was inviting you out with just me?”

Jongwoo’s heart skipped. “Yes.”

Dr. Seo leaned across the desk and crowded into Jongwoo’s personal space. ”What a shame. I suppose I’ll just have to wait until Kijun is no longer your student then.”

Jongwoo couldn’t help his smile despite quickly leaning away. “You should go find Kijun now.”

“Yes. I’ll see you Friday, Mr. Yoon.”

Jongwoo watched him leave then cursed once he was gone, grabbing the back of his head with hands and resting his forehead on his desk. Fuck, how am I going to survive the rest of the school year knowing he wants me too?

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Jongwoo couldn’t help the way his eyes wandered around school hallway, searching for Dr. Seo desperately. Kijun was already backstage with Dr. Seo’s mother but there was no sign of the man himself. The auditorium was already packed and the play was set to start in ten minutes. I hope he’s okay…

The minutes seemed to tick by and Jongwoo grew disappointed when he was told to shut the doors behind him. Just as he was about to shut the second door he heard a frantic, “Wait!” from the hallway.

Jongwoo pushed the door open quickly and lit up when he saw Dr. Seo rushing towards him. “I didn’t think you’d make it,” he said as Dr. Seo grinded to a halt in front of him, smelling more sweet than burnt for once. 

“My car broke down so I had to call for a ride,” Dr. Seo said, voice strained as he tried to catch his breath. 

Jongwoo gestured for him to go in. “Well you made it just in time.” 

Dr. Seo slipped past him, Jongwoo following him and shutting the door behind him. They took a couple of open seats at the back of the auditorium, Jongwoo pleased that they got to sit together. A couple of people turned their heads to glance at Dr. Seo curiously.

I wonder if his heat is approaching. He smells extra sweet today. 

The lights shut off abruptly, a single light from the stage drawing everyone’s attention to the center of the stage. Dr. Seo lightly pressed his arm against Jongwoo’s as the play started. Jongwoo tried not to look too excited—he was supposed to shut down this type of behavior after all—but couldn’t help indulging a little. 

Midway through the play, Dr. Seo’s scent suddenly spiked and he turned to Jongwoo. “I’m going to the restroom.”

Jongwoo nodded and tucked his legs against the seat so Dr. Seo could squeeze by. His scent rolled off of him in waves and made desire warm Jongwoo’s skin. Is he going into heat? Here? Now?

Dr. Seo quickly exited the auditorium. 

Jongwoo shifted uncomfortably, still drowning in Dr. Seo’s scent. Why do I feel dangerously close to getting wet just from his scent? I never feel like this even on the worst days of Seokyoon’s heats…but then I’ve never thought Seokyoon was handsome…

Jongwoo lasted only a couple minutes before he followed after Dr. Seo, concerned for his wellbeing and also needing to breathe fresh air. But once Jongwoo stepped out of the auditorium he was immediately hit with the amplified sweet smell of an Omega in heat. 

Dr. Seo.

Jongwoo started running, following the scent through the school all the way to his classroom, the door cracked open. He rushed in, quickly shutting the door and locking it behind him just in case an Alpha happened to catch a whiff and follow it too. The room was lit only by the lights of the walkway outside filtering in through the windows.

“Dr. Seo?” He called, not spotting him in the dark room.

”Over here,” Dr. Seo answered to his left. 

Jongwoo looked over and saw Dr. Seo laying on the mats where the students usually read. He rushed over and turned on a nightlight he used during the children’s nap time. It was dim and yellow and cast stars all over the room. 

“Are you okay?” Jongwoo asked as he went and crouched over Dr. Seo. 

Dr. Seo shook his head. “Mr. Yoon, I need…”

Jongwoo understood. He swept Dr. Seo’s hair out of his face. “I know. I’m sorry, I don’t have my suppressants with me, I usually bring them in my backpack but I didn’t bring it tonight. Do you have any in your car? Or maybe your mom has some?”

Dr. Seo pressed into Jongwoo’s hand, his skin burning up under Jongwoo’s palm. He sighed and nuzzled into Jongwoo’s hand, closing his eyes. “They haven’t been working for me so I threw them away.” 

Jongwoo hesitated to ask but he needed to know if he wanted to help. “Would Kijun’s father be willing to help?” 

Dr. Seo kept rubbing his face against Jongwoo’s hand, desperate for any touch. “No.” 

“…Do you have another Alpha that can help?”

Dr. Seo huffed, his eyes snapping open. “I don’t want an Alpha, Mr. Yoon.” He pressed his cheek into Jongwoo’s hand. “Won’t you help me instead?” His pheromones flooded the room—enticingly sweet, the usual tinge of bitterness completely masked by it. 

Jongwoo felt desire shoot straight through him.  “Dr. Seo…”

”Call me Moon Jo.” Moon Jo sucked the tip of Jongwoo’s thumb into his mouth, licking at it playfully.

Heat rushed through Jongwoo’s body, his breath catching. He cleared his throat and swallowed thickly, but didn’t move his hand away even as Moon Jo suckled on his thumb greedily. "Moon Jo, are you sure you want my help? I can’t knot you and I might not be big enough to satisfy you."

Moon Jo released his thumb to respond. "I think you'll do fine. I'm sure you have plenty of firsthand experience in getting an Omega off," Moon Jo replied, guiding Jongwoo’s hand from his cheek to his crotch, making him squeeze him through his pants.

Jongwoo's breath hitched and his face flushed with desire as he felt Moon Jo’s hard cock in his hand. He palmed Moon Jo through his dress pants, hypnotized by the way Moon Jo arched into his touch—desperate for friction. Moon Jo's cock was a decent length but he wasn’t as thick as Jongwoo—though the only thing that mattered to Jongwoo in that moment was how wet the tip was, feeling it as it leaked under his thumb, as it twitched at the contact. 

I want to know what it tastes like...

”Well?” Moon Jo asked. “Won’t you help me, Mr. Yoon?”

”I…could get in a lot of trouble for this.”

”It’s not like anyone will know. Your classroom is at the back of the school and by the time the play is over my scent will have faded,” Moon Jo reasoned. “And I wouldn’t tell anyone, it’d just be our little secret.”

Jongwoo hesitated. ”Still…”

”Just for tonight. I know it’s shameless to ask you but you’re the only one who can help me now. So please.”

Jongwoo swallowed thickly, feeling his resistance crumbling. “If…if that’s really what you want then—“

“It is,” Moon Jo cut in quickly. “Though I was hoping to take you to dinner first, this is something I’ve thought about before.”

Jongwoo appreciated the way Moon Jo reminded him of asking him out—a subtle way of reassuring him the attraction was genuine and not just biology tricking him. A distinction that only ever seemed to matter to Omegas. 

Jongwoo nodded. He stroked his thumb across the head of Moon Jo’s cock one more time before sliding his hand up to Moon Jo’s belt. He wasted no time stripping Moon Jo of his pants, shoes, socks, and underwear, tossing them blindly to his right one by one. Then he unbuttoned Moon Jo’s shirt, hiking up the second shirt underneath to leave hot kisses on his body as he went. 

He helped Moon Jo out of his shirts and tossed them near the rest of his clothes. He felt himself grow hard as a rock when he saw Moon Jo’s body in full—eyes raking over his pecs, his abs, his slim waist, his pert nipples. His eyes drifted lower, staring at Moon Jo in appreciation, admiring his well muscled thighs, his cock hard, pink, and leaking, and protruding from trimmed curly black pubes, his balls plump and just as pink as his cock, slick leaking from his hole.

Jongwoo’s mouth watered.

Moon Jo spread his legs. “Mr. Yoon, please.”

Jongwoo moved forward quickly and kissed the tip of Moon Jo’s cock, watching it twitch in response before he sucked the tip into his mouth. In his experience, Alpha’s tended to neglect an Omega’s cock, thinking that they only needed attention in their ass, but Jongwoo knew better. He pressed one hand against Moon Jo’s balls then wrapped the other around Moon Jo’s cock.

Moon Jo groaned softly, pressing his head back against the mat. 

Jongwoo sunk down as far as he could on Moon Jo’s cock before swallowing around him, feeling him tense then relax. He pulled almost all the way off then sunk back down, bobbing his head up and down, feeling Moon Jo harden just a little more each time, precome spilling onto Jongwoo’s tongue and getting pushed down into his throat. He squeezed and massaged Moon Jo’s balls, pulling on them roughly every now and then just to hear Moon Jo whine.

He sucked and licked and kissed every inch of Moon Jo’s dick, making it twitch and drip, leak and harden to the point of the tip becoming flushed an angry looking red. 

”Mr. Yoon, I’m going t—to—ah, ahhhhh…” Moon Jo trailed off as Jongwoo started swirling his tongue against the head of his cock, sucking harshly, encouraging him to come. They would have hours to go before they were truly finished here so coming quickly didn’t matter. Moon Jo came hot and thick in his mouth, Jongwoo sucking it all down his throat—he tasted fairly sweet with a slightly salty aftertaste. 

Omegas really do taste different…Better. I wonder how he’ll taste inside.

Jongwoo pulled off of him and stared down in between Moon’s Jo’s legs while he caught his breath. Slick left a dark spot on the mat underneath Moon Jo, still leaking from Moon Jo’s hole. Jongwoo felt his mouth water as the scent of Moon Jo’s orgasm hit him way stronger here, unable to look away from the mess Moon Jo had made.

Moon Jo suddenly spread his legs and lifted his hips up. “Want to taste me, Mr. Yoon?”

Jongwoo nodded. “Call me, Jongwoo,” he said as he grabbed onto Moon Jo’s hips and guided him into turning onto his stomach. Soft yellow stars from the nightlight littered his back, Jongwoo raking his eyes up his back, memorizing every line and dip of his back. It was then that he saw it—the claiming bite on the back of Moon Jo’s neck, healed over and prominent, displaying ownership to some mysterious, unnamed Alpha. Jongwoo found it ugly and offensive but he didn’t want to draw attention to it.

He repositioned himself closer and spread Moon Jo’s plump, round cheeks before licking his twitching hole, smirking as slick squirted out of him—sweet but not sickeningly so. He teased Moon Jo with his tongue, dragging the tip against him but never pushing in, slick building and leaking down Moon Jo’s skin. Moon Jo’s hole twitched under his tongue, Jongwoo having to fight his smirk each time he felt it. 

I can practically feel him throbbing for my tongue.

“Please,” Moon Jo begged, pressing back against his face when he couldn’t take it anymore. “Please, Jagiya, I need it.”

The use of the pet name swayed Jongwoo immediately. He licked his way inside of Moon Jo, the heat and slick around his tongue beyond words, inviting him deeper, drawing him to lick here and there, Moon Jo squirming under him, filling the room with desperate little noises that only encouraged Jongwoo. He slipped his middle and index fingers in alongside his tongue, exploring curiously, brushing against him anywhere and everywhere. 

He sucked slick into his mouth with loud slurping noises, growing wet himself—finding it really hot to have his tongue buried in another Omega, to have the opportunity to demonstrate what he liked on someone with a similar body and getting to taste how much they enjoyed it, to feel and hear it so viscerally. 

Moon Jo whined and pushed his ass into Jongwoo’s face, a wave of slick gushing down Jongwoo’s throat and leaving his face wet as he suddenly came. Jongwoo kept sucking and licking slick out of him lazily while he searched more throughly with his fingers for his prostate. Moon Jo’s whole body seized when he found it, a stuttered groan escaping him as he came again, body too sensitive.

Jongwoo swallowed his slick eagerly, considering the fresh wet warmth on his face a reward for his efforts. He massaged Moon Jo’s prostate with his finger tips and pulled his face away from Moon Jo’s hole, taking a moment to catch his breath, leaving soft kisses on the back of Moon Jo’s thighs, licking up any patch of slick that graced his lips.

“Jagi…” Moon Jo moaned softly in approval, clenching tightly around his fingers. A small rush of slick sliding down his fingers and out of Moon Jo’s hole. 

Jongwoo hummed softly and licked it up, tracing the rim with his tongue then sighing happily. He could understand now why Alphas couldn’t resist the urge to just eat slick first. He could eat it endlessly. But he wanted to make this good for Moon Jo—to give him anything he wanted. He pulled his fingers out and sat up, guiding Moon Jo around onto his back by his waist before crawling up his body. 

Moon Jo stared up at him in a daze as Jongwoo took off his clothes, including his socks and shoes, tossing them out of the way then settling more comfortably over Moon Jo. 

Jongwoo stared down at him, gently brushing his knuckles against Moon Jo’s cheek. “Tell me what you want me to do to you, Jagi.” 

Moon Jo grabbed Jongwoo’s hand and guided his hand between them, pressing his fingers to his leaking hole. “Touch me.” Moon Jo then let go of his hand to press it against Jongwoo’s wet rim. “And I’ll touch you.”

Jongwoo grew incredibly wet at the blunt touch. He nodded eagerly and positioned himself next to Moon Jo, the two of them facing each other as they started pushing two fingers inside of each other. Jongwoo’s breath caught, Moon Jo’s fingers thick and long and Jongwoo would never be able to look at them without remembering how they felt inside of him. They both started pumping their fingers in and almost all the way out, the tips of their fingers catching at the rim each time.

Fuck, that feels good…

Moon Jo suddenly grabbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger and kissed him adoringly, Jongwoo melting into it at first then licking at Moon Jo’s lips until he let him inside. He teased Moon Jo’s tongue by licking the tip of it, Moon Jo raising his tongue to meet him when he did it again, Jongwoo taking the opportunity to suck on his tongue. Moon Jo moaned and moved his hand faster, fucking Jongwoo with his fingers more intensely.

Jongwoo groaned and copied him, feeling slick leak from his hole and coat Moon Jo’s fingers, allowing his movements to smoothen and drive Jongwoo just a little crazier. They pushed down desperately on each other’s fingers and made out sloppily, a bubble of heat and pheromones surrounding them. 

Jongwoo railed against that special spot inside of Moon Jo, Moon Jo whining, whole body seizing and clenching around Jongwoo, his cock poking Jongwoo in the stomach, smearing pre come across his skin. A thrill shot through Jongwoo and he grabbed Moon Jo’s cock with his free hand, jerking him off roughly. 

“J—Jagi that’s….” Moon Jo’s voice sounded strained, like he couldn’t breathe. Moon Jo pulled away from his mouth and rested his head against Jongwoo’s forehead, his shallow breaths hot and making Jongwoo shudder. Moon Jo nuzzled against him, and refocused on fucking Jongwoo, adjusting his fingers until Jongwoo short circuited as he found his prostate. 

Jongwoo kissed Moon Jo’s face and pressed down on his fingers, needing them almost as if he were the one in heat—both of them soaking wet and swallowing each others fingers eagerly with every thrust. He shut his eyes and panted harshly, his breath mixing with Moon Jo’s. 

Moon Jo groaned and pressed down on Jongwoo’s fingers.  “Faster.”

Jongwoo adjusted his speed accordingly, obsessed with the feel of warm slick wetting his knuckles just a little more each time. He felt Moon Jo move faster too and sighed softly in pleasure. He pressed his forehead a little more forcefully against Moon Jo’s as he pushed his cock against Moon Jo’s and wrapped his hand around them both.

The drag of skin on skin felt like too much, but Jongwoo kept jerking them off, using their combined precome to ease the drag. Jongwoo started to writhe uncontrollably as he got closer to coming. Moon Jo whined pathetically, and came a few seconds later, clenching around Jongwoo, covering his fingers in slick and his stomach in cum. 

Moon Jo’s fingers stilled inside him, clearly too blissed out to move, but Jongwoo’s didn’t. He let go of their cocks but continued to play with Moon Jo’s ass, massaging his prostate thoroughly rather than railing in to it. He bit his lip, feeling unsatisfied from the suddenly lack of attention he was receiving in his own ass, but still incredibly turned on by what his hand was doing. 

“Jagi,” Moon Jo said after a moment. 

“Hm?” 

“I need you inside of me.”

Jongwoo smirked and pressed a third finger against Moon Jo’s hole again just to get denied by a firm grasp on his wrist. 

“No, I need something bigger,” Moon Jo told him. He lifted his head to look into Jongwoo eyes. “I want you inside of me when you cum, I want to feel it inside like I’m yours to ruin, Jagi.”

Jongwoo found him so incredibly hot in that moment, a bit of fresh slick leaking out of him. He nodded and softly cleared his throat. 

Moon Jo pulled his fingers out of Jongwoo, very deliberately licking them clean and staring at Jongwoo. “You taste sweet and refreshing—like an apple or some other fruit…I’m sorry. I must taste a little bitter to you.”

Jongwoo cleared his throat and tore his eyes away from Moon Jo’s devilish tongue. “I don’t mind it. You mostly taste like sugar, like a light pastry that was baked a little too long but still good. Delicious actually.” 

Moon Jo grinned and suddenly laid on his back, spreading his legs obscenely. “As willing as I am to let you taste me again, I think I’ll go crazy if you don’t start fucking me right now.” 

God, he’s so hot.

Jongwoo quickly positioned himself between Moon Jo’s legs, pressing the head of his cock against Moon Jo’s slick hole, Moon Jo lifting his hips slightly and grinding against him. Jongwoo sighed in pleasure and slowly pushed inside—Moon Jo swallowing him easily, squeezing him, embracing him. He kissed Moon Jo on the mouth as he bottomed out and felt him clench and convulse around him, a fresh wave of slick and cum slipping from both ends as Jongwoo felt him hum against his lips. 

Jongwoo pulled away from the kiss, painfully hard and leaking. “Did you come just from me putting it in?”

Moon Jo nodded and kissed him, his legs wrapping around Jongwoo’s waist and pinning him against his body—a silent declaration that he wasn’t allowed to pull out or stop kissing him. Jongwoo smiled into the kiss. 

His heat is making him too sensitive and greedy to feel embarrassed, huh? Good. Cos that was so fucking cute. 

Jongwoo grabbed onto Moon Jo’s slim waist and started moving—pulling Moon Jo down on him so every thrust went just a little deeper, hit a little harder. He kissed away from Moon Jo’s mouth, trailing kisses up his jawline then down along his neck then back up to his shoulder, grazing his teeth against Moon Jo’s skin. 

I could just sink my teeth in…it’s not like a claim would actually stick…

But he refrained, instead kissing back to Moon Jo’s throat and sucking a hickey there instead while he pounded into him—Moon Jo’s nails dragging and scratching up his back at every little adjustment Jongwoo made to give him what he needed. Jongwoo could feel his orgasm coming after just a few minutes and pressed his face against Moon Jo’s neck, nuzzling into him without meaning to as he started to lose control of his body. 

He came hot and thick and for a little longer than he normally did, holding Moon Jo down on his cock and letting him take every last drop of his cum—an embarrassingly loud moan emanating from his throat. Moon Jo hugged him tighter and stroked the back of his neck gently, reassuring Jongwoo as he came down from his orgasm, panting and huffing harshly, leaving breathless kisses on Moon Jo’s neck. 

Just as the slick on the back of Jongwoo’s thighs started to become cold and uncomfortable, he felt Moon Jo start fucking himself on his cock, “Jagi, please, I need more…” His pheromones flooded Jongwoo’s senses and Jongwoo felt himself get hard again, a little dizzy from the suddenness. 

Jongwoo started thrusting into him again only for Moon Jo to suddenly drop his legs and ask him to stop. Jongwoo watched him turn onto his stomach.

“Like this,” Moon Jo told him. 

Jongwoo quickly pushed back inside, kissing Moon Jo’s shoulder as he bottomed out. It was a little awkward in his position due to their height difference but he managed to slip two fingers in alongside his cock. “I’m sorry that I can’t knot you, I can feel how much you want it.” He spread his fingers inside of Moon Jo, stretching him as he started thrusting shallowly, a wave of slick leaking from Moon Jo. “Feel that? Feel how much your body wants an Alpha’s knot to fill it?”

Moon Jo moaned and pushed down on his fingers and cock. “Jongwoo…”

Jongwoo slipped in a third finger, using it to stretch Moon Jo even more, flexing and spreading his fingers. Moon Jo groaned and clutched at the edge of the mat with both hands, pressing his forehead against the mat as he rocked himself on Jongwoo’s fingers and cock. A rush of slick escaped him.

Jongwoo thrust into him slow and deep with his cock, his fingers keeping Moon Jo stretched, trying his best to make him feel full—like he had an Alpha’s cock buried in him.

Moon Jo groaned. “Jagi…” 

Jongwoo hummed and thrust into him faster and harder, flexing and unflexing his fingers occasionally and earning a low, needy whine from Moon Jo. Slick built quickly, leaking everywhere. Jongwoo felt his teeth shift, the urge to claim Moon Jo surprisingly strong, so he kept kissing and licking at Moon Jo’s right shoulder. 

“Claim me,” Moon Jo begged as if he could sense it. “Claim me, Jagiya.”

Jongwoo bit into Moon Jo’s shoulder harshly, warm blood splattering into his mouth. A sense of satisfaction washed through him. Mine.

Moon Jo cried out—the sound fading into a low, satisfied groan as he came again, head drooping between his shoulders, his back pressing up against Jongwoo’s chest. Jongwoo could barely withstand the way Moon Jo’s body swallowed around his cock coupled with the claiming bite, but he managed to last another half a dozen thrusts before he came inside Moon Jo again, the sounds he made muffled by the flesh still in his teeth. 

Jongwoo slowly released Moon Jo’s shoulder, taking the time to lick at the wound until the bleeding stopped.  It would heal within a few days, but there was a sense of relief, of reassurance at being claimed and having claimed someone that would linger until then. Jongwoo pulled out and rolled onto his back next to Moon Jo, panting heavily, sweat and slick making his skin glisten. After just a few seconds, Moon Jo climbed on top of him, grabbing hold of his spent cock, pressing the head against his hole then sinking down on it slowly.

Jongwoo whined as his cock hardened again, the pheromones dripping from Moon Jo triggering his body into action once more. But he understood Moon Jo’s desperation. He grabbed onto Moon Jo’s ass cheeks as he started to move. He couldn’t speak, only able to moan or gasp and stare into Moon Jo’s dark eyes, heart pounding in his chest. 

God, he feels so fucking good. I wish I could claim him permanently, no Alpha deserves someone so beautiful. 

Moon Jo reached for him, pressing a warm hand against Jongwoo’s cheek. “You’re beautiful, Jagi.”

Jongwoo felt shy at the sudden compliment, lighting up inside. He put one hand over Moon Jo’s and guided his hand to his mouth, kissing the center of his palm once before guiding it back to his cheek. “You stole my line.”

Moon Jo laughed then leaned down to kiss him once—twice, before he sat up again and focused his gaze back on Jongwoo’s. He came shortly afterward, his eyes fluttering closed as he tossed his head back—exposing his pale neck. Jongwoo felt his mouth water and found the will to sit up and leave a second claiming bite on his neck, feeling Moon Jo sink down on him just a little further. Moon Jo was so fucking wet, slick covering both of them, and Jongwoo wanted more, wanted to be bathed in Moon Jo’s slick. 

Jongwoo licked at the fresh wounds on Moon Jo’s neck and slipped two fingers inside of Moon Jo alongside his cock, finding his prostate and massaging it again. Moon Jo pressed his forehead against Jongwoo’s, grabbing him by the back of his neck and just holding him as he rode him once again, harder and more desperately, a sharp whine leaving him when Jongwoo slipped in a third finger, slick slipping out of him.

Jongwoo kissed him, rough and dirty, Moon Jo letting out little appreciative noises. He wrapped his hand around Moon Jo’s cock and jerked him firmly, rolling his palm at the tip to smear precome around the head and down the shaft, feeling him harden just a little more. They stayed just like that for a few minutes, pleasure building and swelling until they came together, their bodies seizing and writhing together, the sounds that left them blending together to form one pornographic moan that echoed off the walls. 

Jongwoo took a moment to recover, panting into Moon Jo’s mouth in an off rhythm of how Moon Jo panted into his, then he pulled his fingers out of Moon Jo and let go of his cock, grabbing onto Moon Jo’s waist and rolling them over so Moon Jo laid flat on his back. He slid his hands down and around to the back of Moon Jo’s thighs to push his legs up, bending him in half, pushing his cock in deeper. 

Moon Jo grunted.

”Is this alright?” Jongwoo questioned. 

Moon Jo nodded quickly, flashing a smile. “It’s perfect, Jagi.”

Jongwoo hardened once again and started thrusting, grinding his hips, railing into Moon Jo’s prostate—doing everything he knew would make him feel good, make him clench and seize and cry out. Moon Jo loved every second of it, babbling nonsense in between his moaning and groaning, calling for his Jagiya. Jongwoo had never enjoyed a pet name this much before.

After making Moon Jo come twice in that position, and coming once himself, Jongwoo was unbearably hard and soaking wet—his hole throbbing, craving something to fill it, to squeeze around. He set Moon Jo’s legs on the mats and straddled them, walking forward on his knees until he was hovering over Moon Jo’s spent, twitching cock. He wrapped his hand around it and played with it until it flushed red at the head, Moon Jo groaning and squirming. Jongwoo held his cock steady as he sunk down on it, gasping as the blunt head made it past the rim. 

“Jagi—” Moon Jo cut off with a moan that made Jongwoo blush. 

“Is this okay?” Jongwoo questioned, breathless. He needed this badly but not as much as a heat struck Omega. 

Moon Jo nodded, eyes slipping closed. “I might not last long, but even if I don’t, just keep going. Use my body how you need, Jagiya.”

Jongwoo’s belly swooped. “Fuck.” He leaned over and planted a firm, sweet kiss on Moon Jo’s mouth. He rode Moon Jo hard, rode him even after he came inside of him and he could feel his cum leaking out, rode him even as came himself all over Moon Jo’s chest and stomach. Moon Jo’s pheromones made it easy to ignore the burn of overstimulation, igniting heat in both of them. 

Their refractory periods were almost nonexistent for quite a while, hours passing with them cumming, rolling around and switching positions as they pleased, an exchange of greedy hands, mouths and teeth that eventually petered out as exhaustion settled in, as Moon Jo’s heat temporarily lost its hold on him. 

They both laid on their backs next to each other, Moon Jo resting his head on Jongwoo’s chest, Jongwoo stroking his hair gently. 

“I’m sorry for dragging you into this, Mr. Yoon,” Moon Jo said, the sudden formality a slap in the face to Jongwoo after hours of being called affectionately, of having his name shouted and moaned. 

“You don’t have to apologize, Jagi,” Jongwoo reassured him, not so subtly trying to close the distance Moon Jo had just tried to put between them. 

“But I do,” Moon Jo insisted. “I had a feeling my heat my strike but I wasn’t prepared for it and had to ask you to cross the boundaries you put between us just a few days ago.”

”You couldn’t exactly help it,” Jongwoo reasoned. “You said your suppressants weren’t working so you had to throw them out, right?”

“Right…” Moon Jo sighed heavily. “You see, my body has been rejecting suppressants ever since I was claimed. The doctors say that can happen when an Omega doesn’t claim back their Alpha because it doesn’t allow for their biology to sync properly and for the Omega it makes their heat worse in an attempt to get their Alpha to allow the mutual claim.”

“That’s awful,” Jongwoo said. “I mean I’ve heard stories but I’ve never witnessed it like this…I get the sense that Kijun’s other parent wasn’t exactly someone you wanted to claim you…?”

Moon Jo nodded, his hair tickling Jongwoo’s chest. “He was an Alpha I knew from Church, someone I was just beginning to trust. One day, I had mentioned he wouldn’t be seeing me at Mass because my heat was coming. My mother used to believe that suppressing heats went against God so I wasn’t allowed to take them until after that Alpha snuck into my room on the worst day of my heat and took me as I slept—I’d been having a wet dream of some faceless Alpha taking care of me so I didn’t wake up as he had his way with me, thinking it was just a vivid fever dream. I only woke up when he sunk his teeth into the back of my neck and claimed me as his.” 

“That rotten bastard!” Jongwoo exclaimed, rage and disgust flaring in his chest, his heart breaking just a little too. He cradled Moon Jo’s head, hugging him against his chest. 

Moon Jo grabbed onto Jongwoo’s arm, squeezing lightly once before he started stroking it gently. “He made me cum on his knot for hours and afterwards all I could do was just lie there and stare at the walls of my room. My mom walked in on him getting dressed and she went ballistic. She started slapping him and ran him out and I never saw him again.” His voice sounded hollow now.

Jongwoo kissed the top of his head. “You didn’t deserve that. I’m sorry.” 

Moon Jo hummed and nuzzled into him. “You know, I can deal with what he did to me—I’ve healed from it and I can talk about it without breaking down but…his damn claim is the only thing that I can’t move past. Everyone can smell that I’m marked, and they’re all so curious when they see me and my son without an Alpha, assuming the worst when I say Kijun’s other parent and I aren’t together and that I don’t know where he is. The worst part is they’re right to think it because it’s true.”

”I’m not better than they are,” Jongwoo admitted. “I also wondered and I also assumed the worst.” 

“You didn’t ask until now though,” Moon Jo said. “You’ve just taken care of my son to the point that he comes home and talks about you all the time. You’ve never made him feel strange for only having one parent and I appreciate that more than I can say.” 

Jongwoo smiled and kissed the top of his head again. “I remember what it’s like to be young and the only one without two parents. Everyone is so rude about it. When my stepdad came along most people shut up but the ones who knew he wasn’t my biological dad still talked nonsense at times. Telling everyone like it was anyone’s business…Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about Kijun’s other parent.”

“Thank you, Jagi.” 

Jongwoo lit up at hearing the pet name again. He cradled Moon Jo’s head for a few minutes, fighting the urge to scent him.

“We should get cleaned up,” Moon Jo said.

”I have some rags in the cabinet over there,” Jongwoo said. “God, I’ll need to bleach these mats or maybe throw them out…ah, I can’t believe I had sex in my classroom.” He covered his face with hands for a moment then brought them to rest in his hair. 

“I’ll help you clean up.” Moon Jo sat up and looked down at him, dark eyes fixed on Jongwoo. Jongwoo’s claims stood out against Moon Jo’s pale flesh, red and harsh looking. 

Jongwoo sat up and traced the claim on Moon Jo’s neck with his fingers. “I’ve never claimed anyone before. Was I too rough?”

Moon Jo shook his head and kissed Jongwoo sweetly before getting up to get the rags. 

Jongwoo smiled and watched him, suddenly overcome with the urge to stay with Moon Jo. I really shouldn’t let this be more than a one time thing but…shouldn’t I take responsibility for my claims, even if they’re temporary? 

Moon Jo walked over with the rags, handing one to Jongwoo before he started cleaning up the mess on his thighs. Jongwoo started to clean himself too, hesitant to ask the question weighing on his mind, but as he started to clean his inner thighs, he let it slip out.

“Do you maybe want to come over to my place and spend your heat with me?” Jongwoo suggested shyly. “I know I’m not an Alpha but I can still take care of you and I have a toy that can knot you if you’re interested…”

Moon Jo blinked in surprise. “You really want to spend my heat with me?”

Jongwoo nodded, casting a nervous glance in his direction. “I know how tough they can be on your own—but if you don’t want to, that’s fine too.”

Moon Jo crowded into Jongwoo’s space, bending down so he was eye level with Jongwoo. “I do want to, but I hope you realize that once we’re in bed, I can’t guarantee I’ll let you leave.”

A thrill shot through Jongwoo. “I wouldn’t have offered if I wasn’t aware of exactly what you needed.”

Moon Jo grinned and kissed him gently but firmly on the mouth, lingering a moment before pulling away. “I’ll need a ride home to get a few things and to inform my mother about our plans so she can look after Kijun for me.”

”That’s fine. I brought my car today so we can go after we clean up,” Jongwoo said.

Moon Jo nodded, staring at Jongwoo like he wanted to devour him.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we’ll never make it out of here.” 

Moon Jo chuckled and stood up straight. “Shall we hurry then?”

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Moon Jo walked into his house and went to his room to get his things. His mother and Kijun seemed to already be asleep so he made sure to be quiet. He walked over to the chair in his room to grab his already packed duffel bag. When he turned around he found his mother standing in the doorway. 

“Your little scheme worked then?” His mother asked quietly, sounding amused. 

“Better than expected,” he replied. “Was Kijun upset I missed his solo?”

”A little, but he’s a good kid. He understood immediately when I told him that your ‘illness’ flared up unexpectedly.”

Moon Jo smiled. “My son is so considerate.”

”Yes, if he hadn’t come out of you, I would think he wasn’t yours.”

Moon Jo huffed in amusement. “Kijun will be different from me. From you.”

She smiled tightly. “Yes.”

Moon Jo dug around in his coat pocket and handed his mother a pill bottle. “Hold onto these for me. I might need them to induce my next heat if Jongwoo is still unsure of us after this time.” 

“Why do you even want another Omega? Shouldn’t you want an Alpha?”

Moon Jo’s face twitched. “Alphas are too forceful. It’s better to have someone softer to help me raise Kijun. And he’s cute. Pretty too.”

She huffed. “You spit in the face of tradition for pretty?”

“Happily.”

She shook her head in defeat.

Moon Jo decided to share a little more information with her. “My doctor thinks letting another Omega continuously claim me will erode the Alpha’s claiming bite on me. Apparently our claiming bites can be very powerful and beneficial to one another—we can even stabilize each other’s heats after a forced claim.”

Her eyes lit up. “I see. Then if he frees you from that Alpha’s claim, and stabilizes your heats, I will gladly accept him as my son in law.”

Moon Jo cracked a small smile. “Call me if there’s an emergency with Kijun.”

She nodded. “I know he’s an Omega so the chances are impossibly low, but I wouldn’t mind if you came home pregnant with my second grandchild.”

Moon Jo huffed. “Goodnight, Mother.”

She just smiled and got out of his way. “Well you both have the most fertile body type, so maybe you’ll get each other pregnant and it’ll be like having twins.”

Moon Jo didn’t respond as he walked towards the front door. That woman would have me bear endless children for her to fawn over. 

Moon Jo stepped out of his house and grinned at the oblivious Yoon Jongwoo who sat in his car, fixing his hair. You will be my salvation, Jagiya.