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Felix takes a deep breath to steady his nerves. The shrine is large and bright, with early spring sunlight bathing the marble colonnade he’s being led through. In the capital, down south, the weather is already warm, but this far up north, the winter still seems to linger. The air carries a crispy chill even at noon, and Felix’s flimsy clothes do nothing to shield him from it.
Uncle said it had to be this shrine, said that Felix’s chastity vow is tied to it. Felix doesn’t know. He doesn’t remember the rite performed many years ago. He was just a child. But even if Uncle is not telling the truth, he supposes this shrine was a good choice. A diplomatic choice. The area close to the border was the one most ravaged by the war. Even now, a whole decade later, there are still burned houses scattered around that nobody was left alive to rebuild, and the shrine itself carries traces of the fighting, its whole eastern wing still missing. The uneasy peace of the last ten years shall now hopefully be made stronger by this union.
In a way, Felix feels like a sacrificial lamb. He is to marry the Northern king he has never met and move his life to a place he’s never seen. A foreign place, in the deep north, a place his uncle’s realm led a war against many years ago. A war that simultaneously made his future husband a king instead of a prince but also made him an orphan. Inheriting his father’s throne at such an early age, losing parents at such an early age…would he resent Felix for it, Felix wonders. Well, Felix lost his parents during the war too. And he doesn’t resent the Northern king for it, so why would he resent Felix?
He hopes he won’t. He remembers the talks he had with Jisung back home, when they giggled together, carefree and excited about the news that Felix is to marry, daydreaming about how the king might be handsome and dashing. Then Minho cut their silly talk short with his usual cynical wisdom.
“Better pray he is kind,” Minho said. “That’ll serve you better than him being handsome.”
Felix and Jisung shut up at that, and Minho, soft both on his mate and on his little cousin, tried to cheer them up. “Father says he is a good and honourable man, I am sure he will treat you well. You shall be as happy as Jisung and me. Don’t worry.”
“What if he doesn’t like me?” Felix asked, suddenly concerned.
“Oh Lixie, who could ever not like you?” Jisung was quick to reassure him. “You are so sweet and pretty; he will adore you.”
Felix still looked at Minho for reassurance, counting on not only his knowledge and judgement as the Crown Prince and heir to the South, but also on his instincts and experience as an alpha.
Minho smiled. “My Jisungie is right. Just be sweet and obedient as you already are, and he will surely be pleased.”
So Felix is being just that now, walking past the marble columns in small silent steps, obediently keeping his gaze to the floor as the attendants lead him to the central chamber. He is not supposed to look up during the entire ceremony, and is only to lay eyes on his husband for the first time once they’re in the bedchamber.
The nave of the shrine feels warmer; it is closed and also filled with people—both the southern and the northern delegation, as well as the local folk curious to see a royal wedding, or just not wishing to pass on a free meal that’s to come with the celebration.
The attendants lead him to the centre of the room, then step aside. Felix waits, staring at his shoes, trying not to show how nervous he is, both over all the eyes on him as well as the ritual about to take place.
There’s murmurs and whispers, all joined into one loud hum of the crowd. They’re looking at him, he knows, observing his every movement, his posture, his breathing, the demure way he keeps his hands clasped in front of him. And apart from the southerners who know what he looks like, they’re all undoubtedly assessing his appearance. That has always been a matter of awe—his hair and freckles unusual—and people seeing him for the first time tend to keep staring long after it stopped being polite. His cousin Minho always teases him that he’s lucky he’s pretty, otherwise his golden hair and tiny freckles splattered over his face would make people think he’s some kind of a monster.
Suddenly, the buzz of the crowd stops, and there are footsteps. The Northern king has entered.
Felix’s heart beats faster. He keeps his eyes to the ground, firmly glued to his velvet slippers, focusing on their deep green colour and delicate gold embroidery. As the footsteps approach him slowly, Felix is trying so hard to resist the urge to look up. Worried he might not be able to fight this impulse, he closes his eyes.
When he opens them again, in front of his slippers, there’s a pair of boots. Soft shiny black leather. Feet nearly twice the size of Felix’s own. Northerners are known to be bigger in stature, but the contrast in size still startles him.
Nonetheless, Felix obediently keeps his gaze lowered. He knows this stranger who is to be his husband is studying him, evaluating his looks, judging. That makes him anxious and he bites his lip to stop it from trembling, then quickly remembers himself and schools his face into a docile expressionless mask of graceful timidity, swallowing nervously.
Does he like what he sees, Felix wonders. How unfair that he himself is not allowed the freedom to evaluate the Northern king’s appearance too. All he can tell is that he is tall.
A hand outstretches, palm offered. It is big, with long elegant fingers, and Felix meekly places his own hand on it. It looks so small in comparison.
His future husband slowly leads him to the altar. There’s a large folding screen placed, for Felix’s modesty, and Felix is grateful for it. However, the mercy of not having the whole crowd witness the ritual is not that comforting, because it is the ritual itself that makes him most apprehensive.
Felix looks at the shiny marble altar top, feeling cold all of a sudden. But it is not the chill in the early spring air that makes him hesitate.
Seeing his reluctance, the king takes off his cape of lustrous grey fur, then drapes it over the stone surface. Felix wonders if this is kindness. Gently, his future husband guides his hand to the fur, and Felix moves. Placing both hands on the now covered altar top, Felix slowly bends over and closes his eyes.
His body is rigid, coiled in some cramp that he shrinks into, and his attempt at relaxing only results in him starting to shiver.
A hand touches his shoulder, its warm tender touch soothing, and Felix’s breathing slowly stills. His nose is close to the fur and there is a scent there. It’s woody and clean, with a hint of spice, like cloves. His nostrils flare slightly and he inhales. So this is what his future husband smells like. Felix thinks he likes it.
The hand moves down his back, unrushed, hesitating where his tunic ends. It’s only for a moment though, and his tunic is slowly lifted. Felix feels himself blush, the contrast of his suddenly warm face and cold body unpleasant. When fingers hook around the waist of his thin silken trousers, his breath hitches.
He knows this is a mandatory procedure. He knows every omega goes through it—Jisung did too! And told him all about it in great detail. But he also knows it is uncomfortable. Embarrassing. And he knows that some alphas, unsatisfied with the choice of a mate, can lie, say that they found the omega unchaste, bringing shame to the poor omega’s whole family when the marriage then doesn’t take place on account of omega’s supposed impurity. Felix worries what would happen to him if his husband does that. He’d be returned to Uncle’s court in disgrace. Probably shut off in some monastic order for the fallen omegas. And that’s only because he’s lucky to be from the royal family. Commoners are usually sold to brothels after such dishonour.
His trousers are lowered slowly, and Felix can’t help but tense, the fur cloak muffling his distressed whimper.
“Don’t worry,” a voice speaks, soft, kind, as low as a whisper, and a warm hand rubs away the goosebumps from the small of his back. “Don’t be scared. I’ll be gentle.”
Felix nods, willing his body to relax, hoping his future husband will see his act of being agreeable, and not take his previous reluctance as him being difficult and spoiled.
However, when his asscheek is pulled carefully to the side, Felix’s leg jitters and he fights the urge to clench.
A finger touches his little hole, gently rubbing. Felix is surprised that the touch is already wet, neither relying on having to wait for Felix to slick up nor just going in dry. Yet another kindness perhaps. Then the finger pushes slowly in, and Felix bites his lower lip, trying not to squirm away. It is sharp, odd and intrusive, but not painful. The finger doesn’t go deep, barely reaching the first knuckle, and is swiftly pulled out. This is unusual. Not what Felix expected, not how it should really go. He panics that it was just a formality, so that it can’t be said he wasn’t tested before he is declared unfit.
Hardly daring to breathe, Felix waits, not moving, keeping his eyes closed and his nose pressed to the fur carrying the alpha’s scent.
He feels a movement behind him, then a loud gong makes him breathe out a sigh of relief. He passed the test. It sounds again, then once more, and Felix’s amazement grows together with the number of strikes. The king goes on hitting the Gong of Appraisal in a steady rhythm. Eight times. Felix can hardly believe it. The highest possible number. The luckiest number. Any more would be seen as hubris, inviting misfortune, but less would have been expected. In his daydreams, Felix hoped for maybe five gongs, though he’d have been happy even with just three. Eight is above anything he ever dreamed of.
As he is gently pulled to stand, Felix’s shock at being so highly appraised by the Northern king makes him lose control and he glances up, forgetting about decorum. It’s only for a moment, before he remembers himself and looks down again, but in that short moment, a pair of warm dark eyes crinkled in amusement and a pleased playful smirk greet his curiosity.
The attendants are already there taking him away, and Felix obediently follows, his heart racing in his chest. From this brief stolen glance, he can tell that his husband is very handsome. And from the brief encounter during the inspection, Felix thinks his husband might also be very kind.
He is taken to the far end of the southern wing of the temple grounds, past several courtyards and sacred pools, into what Felix knows is a claiming pavilion. Trepidation and excitement chase each other inside him, neither winning, both making him restless. The room is spacious and not as austere as the rest of the temple. A large bed occupies the biggest chunk of space, but there’s also a table with bowls and plates of various dishes, as well as a mirror and a tub across from it. Numerous candles are scattered around, their soft glow giving the room a warm feel.
The attendants work in silence, methodical and dexterous. Felix is undressed, then bathed once more, even though they already washed him once today in preparation for the appraisal ritual. But at least it helps kill the time he has to spend waiting for evening. All his jewellery is removed, and his hair is carefully combed. They dress him in a simple linen tunic that laces in the front, then place him in the middle of the bed and cover him with three knitted ceremonial blankets in different shades of red—lightest on the top, the brightest closest to his body.
Then he is left alone. To wait.
He lies still under the covers, thinking it is good his uncle picked this shrine—he’d surely start sweating under all the blankets if he were in a warmer place. The chirping of birds is the only sound he hears, though once the celebration starts, that will change. Unable to tell how much time has passed, Felix wonders how long he will have to wait. The official signing of the deed has to take place, and it is usually lengthy, the entirety of the document read outloud, with its many sections and preambles and provisions. And only once that’s done, and both his uncle and his new husband write their signatures, then exchange countless gifts, only then the feast will start. Perhaps it already started by now.
Several times, Felix hears footsteps. His ears perk up, his heart beating faster, but they turn out to be just some of the numerous temple staff passing by and not his husband coming to claim him.
Jisung told him all about the mating. A cheerful story, quite salacious, that left them both blushing and giggling. He has also been taught by the tutors, although their account was a lot less heartwarming than Jisung’s. But they all warned him of pain, of the discomfort of being stretched around an alpha’s cock for the first time, not to mention the knot that comes after, and how his body will struggle to accommodate the intrusion. Some alphas are impatient and careless, only interested in their own pleasure, and then it hurts even more, while some are kind and caring, mindful of their omega’s fears and aches, and then it is more bearable. Felix hopes his husband is the latter. But he knows he shall have to endure it in silence and grace regardless. The tutors made it clear he is to spread his legs and grit his teeth and let his husband do whatever he wants. It will hurt, but he shouldn’t whine or complain, or otherwise annoy his husband with tears and pleas. Felix thinks he can do that. He hopes he can do that.
Jisung said it’s not a bad kind of pain, and that it will also feel good after a while. Provided his husband is not a brute. Felix hopes that their interaction today is an indication enough that he’s not. Although he can’t be sure, and it would be a lie to say he isn’t worried.
Lost in his thoughts and snug under the blankets, bored with watching the shadows move with the sun as he waits, Felix eventually dozes off.
The clank of the door startles him and he jolts, sitting up, and clutches the blankets to his chest.
The noise from the distance carries into the room. Loud laughter, excited conversation, even singing. The celebration is well on its way.
In the hazy dusk of the early evening, among the flickering of the yellow candlelight, Felix only sees the frame of the figure first. Tall, with broad shoulders. But as the figure approaches, and his eyes get used to the dim light, he makes out the features he saw earlier today.
“I didn’t mean to startle you,” his husband says. “It was a long day, you must be tired. No wonder you fell asleep.”
“I wasn’t…I…I just closed my eyes for a bit.” Felix’s nervousness transpires through his voice; it’s uncertain, trembly.
His husband smiles as he sits on the bed next to him, then looks to the side, at the table and all the untouched food on it. There is softness in his eyes when he returns his gaze onto Felix. “You didn’t eat any of this. Aren’t you hungry?”
Felix actually was hungry before he fell asleep, but he wasn’t sure if he’s allowed to leave the bed, worrying it would be bad luck if his husband were to appear and find him up and around the room and not where he should be. But now, a knot of anxiety fills the place in his stomach where hunger was, and he feels sick just thinking of food. He shakes his head.
“You shouldn’t lie,” the king says, not unkindly.
“I…” he stutters, looking down, his fingers fidgeting with the blanket threads. “I don’t think I could hold any food down now.”
“I see.” His husband pauses, then reaches inside his cloak and takes out a small sealed jar. “I was hoping…” he says, breaking the seal. “Maybe you’d at least have a taste of this?” He sticks two of his fingers into the jar, then brings them to Felix’s mouth. “Just a little bit. For me.”
Felix nods, being obedient like the tutors taught him, and parts his lips. The fingers gently probe inside and Felix tastes honey. He blinks, surprised, then shyly licks at the sweetness, mouth closing around the digits, and gently sucks.
“I thought the first thing you taste in our marriage should be sweetness.” There is some bashfulness in the way the king says it, in the way he speaks softly, slowly, the pauses making him seem earnest. “Set the tone right.” He removes his fingers from Felix’s mouth, honey licked clean off them, and brings them to his own lips to place a gentle kiss on their tips.
Felix is touched and quite endeared. “Is this a northern custom?” he asks. He was told to make an effort to learn about the new culture.
His husband gives a sheepish self-conscious smile. “Not really. That’s just something I thought. It seemed important to me.” He gets up and removes his cloak, folding it carefully over the chair, then starts removing his shirt and tunic.
Felix suddenly gets apprehensive. He sits straighter, his knees folding to pull against his chest.
When his husband sits back on the bed, he is wearing only light linen undertrousers. His chest is wide and his shoulders are broad, but he is slender, with elegant muscles and smooth skin. Very handsome indeed. Felix keeps averting his gaze as warm blush rises up his cheeks.
“You were told what’s going to happen?” his husband asks. “They explained to you what we will do now?”
Swallowing nervously, Felix nods. “Yes, your grace,” he creaks. “I mean, yes, alpha.”
“You may call me Seungmin. No need for such formality.” With careful reluctance, he touches Felix’s hair, then his fingers brush along Felix’s cheekbone. “Your hair is very unusual. Freckles too.”
Felix looks up briefly, uncertain if this is good or bad.
“You’re very pretty,” Seungmin disperses his doubts.
Demuring, Felix hides his nervousness behind a polite reply. “It brings me joy to know that you find me pleasing.”
Seungmin chuckles. “I do. Very much.”
“I hope…I hope I will continue to please you.”
“I am sure that you will. You already do.”
Felix smiles, bashfully biting his lip, feeling his toes curl under the blankets, and shrinks inside himself.
“Are you scared?” Seungmin asks.
Felix shakes his head. “No.”
“You shouldn’t lie,” the repeated scolding comes with a teasing smile, good-natured, kind.
“I’m not lying,” Felix says, though he is. A little. “I was scared this morning. Now I’m more…nervous.” This part at least is true.
“Right, I see,” his husband muses. “I am nervous too.”
Felix looks up, curious.
“You are so pretty.” Seungmin smiles. “So delicate and small. I worry I might hurt you by accident. And I would really want to please you too.”
Hearing this, Felix’s heart swells a little. He is still very anxious, but at least he is a bit soothed by this kindness. His husband seems gentle and caring, and Felix’s heart flutters with hopeful excitement, his mind now more focused on Jisung’s giggly accounts of the mating than on the tutors’ frightening warnings. He purses his lips in a small playful smirk, then glances briefly up at Seungmin.
They both chuckle when their eyes meet.
Seungmin caresses his face, and Felix shyly leans into the touch, making a small sound when he detects that warm clean smell of cloves again. Emboldened by this reaction, Seungmin shifts closer, then cups his cheeks and lowers his head.
Felix closes his eyes just a moment before soft lips gently land on his. The kiss is chaste and slow, careful, and despite his face burning hot with embarrassment, Felix likes it. When Seungmin’s tongue cautiously probes into his mouth, Felix parts his lips, just how he did for the honey, just how Jisung told him he should.
Seungmin brushes Felix’s hair away from his face, then his arms wrap around Felix’s shoulders and waist. With a gentle but assertive movement, Seungmin pulls him closer, then guides him to lie down, getting on top of him.
Felix’s heart is about to explode inside his chest with how loud and how fast it’s beating. The warm weight of Seungmin’s body on top of him settles him, though, but when he feels the hard bulge of Seungmin’s cock press against his thigh, Felix gasps into the kiss, tensing. Seungmin’s cock feels so much bigger than his own. Felix can’t help a frightened little sound that tears from his throat. Seungmin swallows his moan of alarm, his lips stretching into a smile, and shifts to the side. With unrushed easy confidence, he starts unlacing the ties of Felix’s gown.
Felix trembles, nervous and shy, goosebumps on his skin rising to meet Seungmin’s kisses that slowly trail down his exposed chest. When Seungmin reaches for the lowest string, right under Felix’s waist, Felix’s hands dart to shield himself all on their own. He covers the laces, barring Seungmin’s touch.
“No,” Seungmin scolds softly, huffing out a chuckle.
This is the third time already that he’s getting scolded, and Felix worries his husband will find him difficult and spoiled. He knows alphas have the right to punish their omegas for disobedience—Minho regularly spanks Jisung, and even though Jisung always giggles about it later, excited about having been punished, Felix has found himself over Minho’s lap often enough to know that Minho spanks hard. With Uncle always busy with matters of state, and Felix’s parents dead, Felix’s rearing has been left to Minho. Despite being very soft on his little cousin, Minho never hesitated to pull him over his knee when needed, the spankings never brutal but harsh enough to have Felix squirm in his seat uncomfortably the next day. He is well aware that by marrying Felix, Seungmin has been given the sole authority to discipline him, and he is not foolish enough to think that he will never experience having his bottom reddened by his husband, but for him to earn a spanking on the very first night, and from such a kind and patient alpha, is as shameful as it is outrageous. Together with guilt over being chastised, there is also fear—Seungmin’s hands are much larger than Minho’s.
One of those big hands now tenderly nudges Felix’s hand out of the way. The warning is gentle, but clear nonetheless. “No, sweetling.”
“Forgive me,” Felix whispers, but before he can say anything else or start tearing up, a kiss soothes him, as tender and sweet as the endearment Seungmin called him, absolving his guilt over trying to resist and avoid his husband’s touch, and dispelling his fears over possible consequences of his transgression.
“I’m only kissing you,” Seungmin murmurs into his mouth. “Nothing to be scared of.”
Felix feels truly silly for the way he behaved and tries to steel his resolve not to let his instincts—neither fear nor shyness—rule him, but to yield to his husband’s gentle advances. He sniffles, feeling self-conscious. “I submit to you,” he says softly. “I am sorry I resisted.”
Seungmin smiles, caressing his cheek. “Nothing to be sorry for,” he says, lips trailing along Felix’s jawline. “I know you’re shy, and probably more scared than you admit. It’s endearing. How could I ever hold it against you?”
Met with this tender understanding and disarmed by soft gentle kisses, Felix melts, thinking how fortunate he is that his husband is so kind and so endlessly patient. His body relaxes, tension evaporating under Seungmin’s touches, and Felix allows himself to enjoy the way their bodies are growing closer, getting to know each other, the desire to please his gentle husband melting away his shyness. Instead of focusing on how embarrassing it feels to be seen and touched so intimately, he tries to focus on how nice Seungmin’s touches feel. Because they do feel nice. The tender kisses, the soft caresses, the sweet words, the alpha’s scent getting more potent, they all make his body react. The inherent bashfulness is still strong and prevents him from being exactly eager, but through the cage of reticence, pleasure slowly seeps in, and Felix tries to welcome it.
Seungmin’s lips start once more moving down his chest, and it seems that instead of making him angry, Felix’s previous reluctance has made him somehow even more patient and gentle. He takes his time, lavishing Felix’s skin with kisses, carefully licking Felix’s nipples, then gently sucking, and the sensations, as well as Seungmin’s hums and moans of relish, make Felix squirm. He can’t help little grunts that tear out of his mouth and make Seungmin look at him each time, fondness soaking his gaze.
When Seungmin’s lips go lower down Felix’s tummy and his hands again reach for the last string of laces of Felix’s gown, Felix only mewls a little, turning his face to the side, as if to hide, but he doesn’t interfere, blushing as the gown is parted to fully reveal his nakedness.
Seungmin rewards his endurance with delighted murmurs of praise. “So good for me, sweetling. So pretty.”
Felix beams, bashful and trembling, and when Seungmin kisses the tip of his little cock, then gently wraps his mouth around it, Felix gasps, squeezing his legs.
Seungmin sucks slowly, with care, and Felix’s cock twitches, showing much less hesitation than the rest of Felix, and starts to grow. He bites back moans of pleasure, not wishing to appear shameless and wanton, and clutches the sheets with his fists, squirming.
The wetness spreads between his asscheeks, his little hole slicking up, and Felix bites his lip, fighting the urge to coil inside himself, feeling bashful.
Seungmin moves lower, his hands gripping Felix’s knees, and with a light but determined movement, he pushes them apart, spreading Felix’s legs.
Felix lets out a little whimper, something nervous drops in his stomach, and he doesn’t resist as much as he makes his legs a bit stiff. But Seungmin’s touch brooks no argument; he applies no physical force, but there is firm resolve behind it, confidence that it will be met with obedience, that he shall take what’s rightfully his.
It makes Felix tremble with some exciting weakness, and his face burns as his legs are spread and Seungmin settles between his thighs.
When Seungmin cups and slowly raises his bottom, burying his face right between Felix’s asscheeks, Felix gulps, shy and overcome with sudden panic, and lurches upwards, trying to close his legs and scramble away.
This time, Seungmin doesn’t say anything, but with a swift easy movement, grabs Felix by the hips and flips him over, then places a pillow under Felix’s hips.
Finding himself face-down and his bottom elevated, Felix concludes he was difficult one time too many and he is definitely about to get a spanking now. He deserves it after all. His husband was patient and indulged his timidness, not begrudging his previous disobedience, but everyone has a limit, and even the most patient kind-hearted alpha would be right to punish his mate for such repeated offences.
Remorseful, with no small apprehension, he thinks of Seungmin’s large hands, and braces himself for pain and well-deserved discipline, wondering if his husband will spank him until he’s thoroughly sore and crying, or if his need to indulge in Felix’s body will make the chastisement not be as lengthy. Either way, even if Felix hopes for leniency, he knows he doesn’t deserve it, and is ready to accept the well-earned punishment with honest contrition and as much grace as he can muster.
But when Seungmin’s large hands land on his bottom, it is not a smack, but a gentle fondle, a soft squeeze of his asscheeks, followed by a low sound akin to a growl.
Felix blinks, breathing hard, his mouth going dry, and waits, alert.
Seungmin pulls his asscheeks apart, and the cold air hits Felix’s most hidden spot, making him even more aware of just how wet he’s gotten. He drops his head, hiding his face in the sheets that muffle his audible reaction when Seungmin’s lips land on his little hole.
The kiss is careful at first, but then Seungmin hums with delighted hunger, and his lips get bolder. “You taste as sweet as you smell,” he says. “Like peaches.”
His tongue laves a long line over the tender folds of Felix’s flesh, then pushes firmer against his little hole, and Felix squirms, warmth pooling in his belly.
Seungmin teases his rim, sucking, then pushes the tongue inside with relish. It’s warm and wet and soft, and Felix moans at the unexpected sensation. Seungmin holds his asscheeks with both hands, keeping them spread, as his tongue and mouth lavish Felix’s shy opening with generous attention.
Soon, Felix feels his arousal build, and he starts moving. He is shy, not daring to react too much, but he cannot help writhing, his hips seeking contact on their own, pushing up, then retreating back down, deeper into the pillow. The skin between his cheeks and between his legs grows wetter as the slick slowly oozes out of his little hole, and Seungmin’s tongue welcomes it. His warm breath tickles the wrinkled velvet of Felix’s entrance, and Felix moans into the mattress, overcome with pleasure that swells inside his stomach turning into need.
He squirms against the pillow and the motions bring delicious friction, his little cock rubbing against the silken fabric.
Seungmin chuckles to see him raise his hips when the contact becomes too much. “See? No need to fret,” he says. “I’ll only do nice things to you, sweetling.”
Felix moans in reply, then yelps when a touch firmer than tongue startles him. Seungmin is rubbing his little hole with a finger, and Felix thinks back of the inspection ritual performed earlier today. Inadvertently, he clenches his bottom, but he is so slicked up that it doesn’t prevent the intrusion when Seungmin starts pushing.
“Shh,” his husband coos. “It’s alright, just relax.”
It doesn’t hurt, the finger sliding in easily, the slick having made its journey smooth. And this time, it goes well past the first knuckle. Felix feels it deep inside him, brushing against his inner walls, moving back and forth. When Seungmin pushes the second finger inside, the stretch is more strongly felt, and Felix lets out a little whine, but the sensation ends just this side of painful.
Seungmin whispers some soothing words of praise and encouragement, urging him to relax, to not be scared, and Felix tries to obey, though when the movements become more vigorous and the fingers go deeper, he whimpers. It’s not that it hurts—it truly doesn’t—and Seungmin is being more than gentle, his touches bringing pleasure Felix hasn’t experienced before. But the rhythmical movement of Seungmin’s fingers, the stretch now big enough to be properly felt, reminds Felix of what’s to come. He knows enough about the act for a very clear image to form in his mind, and he felt Seungmin’s cock press against him when they were kissing earlier. It is big; not only is it bigger than Felix’s—that’s understandable, omegas are all small there—but it seems impossibly large, and Felix worries how it would even fit. That’s where all the stories of pain and endurance find their ground, and not even all the tenderness in the world could make that arduous task not hurt.
Still, his husband has shown him nothing but kindness, and Felix shall suffer gladly if he must. That’s in his nature as an omega, to obey and submit to his alpha. At least he was fortunate that his alpha is gentle and benevolent. But he nonetheless worries, feeling weak and frightened, and whimpers in quiet distressed premonition.
Seungmin continues playing with his little hole, his fingers going deep, then moving back; he also continues licking him, kissing his stretched rim, and when he starts pushing the third finger inside, Felix whines loudly.
That makes Seungmin angle his fingers, curling them inside him, and suddenly a sharp jolt of pleasure strums through Felix’s body, his whine ending in a moan. Shuddering, he instinctively tries to move away, but Seungmin holds him and brushes that sweet spot again. Felix trembles, one of his legs twitching uncontrollably, and Seungmin eases the pressure on that pleasure-spot, letting him catch his breath.
While Felix is regaining his composure, processing the powerful sensation that startled him, Seungmin manages to slide the third finger inside, and the stretch now burns.
Felix lets out a pitiful cry.
“Shh, just relax, sweetling,” Seungmin says. “It will be fine. Don’t fight it.”
Three fingers still seem less than a cock, but apprehension makes Felix stiff and rigid, his body locked in a cramp. He sniffles, awashed in self-pity, because even though he swore to himself that he will bear the act in dignified silence, submitting to his alpha’s need, and enduring the pain and suffering with grace, he is gripped by fear, terrified of the beastly sized monster inside Seungmin’s trousers.
He tries to be quiet. Knowing how kind Seungmin was so far, he doesn’t want to ruin his pleasure by crying, so he soaks the sheets with his tears in silence, muffling his sobs against the mattress. But when Seungmin notices his shoulders shake, he pulls the fingers out, and reaches for him.
“Hey,” he murmurs softly, turning him around. “What’s the matter?”
Felix feels guilty. Spoiled too. He really deserves a spanking. If Minho knew he was being so difficult, he’d be over his lap in no time for sure. Although Minho no longer has the right to discipline him now that he belongs to his husband.
Seungmin, however, doesn’t seem angry. He kisses him gently, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. “What’s the matter, sweetling, why are you crying? Does it hurt that much?”
Shaking his head, Felix denies.
“So why are you crying, hm?”
“I…I want to be good for you,” Felix sobs.
Seungmin huffs out a little laugh. “You are good for me, silly. So good. Can't you see how much I like you? How much you please me?”
Felix gives a self-conscious shrug. He feels really foolish. Perhaps a stern approach would have made him more compliant. This gentle patient goading is only making him act more willful and petulant.
“Don’t cry,” Seungmin whispers. “You are good for me, I promise. More than good, you are perfect. I am so lucky to have such a sweet docile little mate.”
Felix glances into his eyes briefly, then pouts. “I am scared.”
“Aw sweetling,” Seungmin smiles, seeming charmed. “Did the tutors scare you with their stories?”
Nodding, Felix hiccups through a sniffle.
Seungmin hums. “That was wrong of them,” he says. “I won’t hurt you. Wasn’t I gentle so far?”
“You were.”
“So why fear then?”
“It’s…” Felix feels himself blush as his eyes briefly glance towards Seungmin’s cock. “It’s big.”
Chuckling, Seungmin takes his hand and guides it to his crotch. “Mhm, it is. But that’s not scary. See?”
When he places Felix’s hand on top of his cock, the cock twitches eagerly at the contact, and Felix gulps.
“It will make you feel so good,” Seungmin speaks through small soft kisses as he pushes Felix gently to lie on his back. “Omegas are made to take an alpha’s cock. And I know you’ll take me so beautifully. You’ll open for me so easily, sweetling. And it will feel good.” He nips at Felix’s lower lip playfully, shifting more comfortably between Felix’s legs, his cock hard and heavy and nudging at Felix’s rim. “Your sweet little hole is already so nice and wet. The way it flutters around my fingers, I can tell it’s hungry for me. Don’t be scared; I’ll fuck you so gently, sweetling. And then I will knot you. You’ll be so pretty spread around my knot, sweetheart. Just relax and let me make you feel good.”
Felix nods, blushing fiercely, both for his silly outburst and for Seungmin’s words that reignite the warm quiver inside his stomach.
Seungmin once more brings his fingers down to Felix’s little hole. Only two this time, and they slide in easily, Felix’s flesh offering no resistance. “See how smooth it goes?” Seungmin whispers into the kisses. “You’ll take me so well, sweetheart. I won’t do anything you don’t like.”
Comforted, Felix stops crying and relaxes, giving in to Seungmin’s touches, his nose pressed at Seungmin’s neck, seeking the safety of his scent. When Seungmin again curls his fingers against his sweet spot, he moans, rolling his hips on a wave of pleasure. Heartened by his reaction, Seungmin continues teasing startled little gasps of helpless delight out of him, his fingers moving inside Felix expertly.
Soon, Felix moves more freely, seeking firmer contact, seeking more, and Seungmin obliges, increasing the pressure, pushing his fingers harder. When the third finger enters him again, Felix finds that the pleasure overwrites the burn of the stretch, and once more feels silly for his tears.
Under Seungmin’s gentle ministrations, joy turns into need, and Felix wraps his arms around the broad frame of Seungmin’s shoulders, pressing closer to him, his moans turning wanton, the rolls of his hips more urgent.
When Seungmin takes his fingers out, it is with distress over loss that Felix whines, emptiness inside him hurting more than any of Seungmin’s touches ever did.
He feels a blunt pressure at his little hole when Seungmin positions his cock against it, and once more shivers in apprehension.
“Don’t be scared,” his husband says, repeating the words he said in the shrine that morning. “I’ll be gentle.”
He pushes inside, spreading Felix around the tip, and Felix whimpers as he’s being breached. It hurts, the stretch making him breathless, and the piercing pain elicits a wounded whine. But Seungmin holds him, murmuring comforting words, soothing his discomfort with kisses, and Felix doesn’t cry, willing his body to accept the intrusion. Seungmin’s cock is big, and it advances slowly, forcing its way inside inch by painful inch.
“So good, sweetling,” Seungmin whispers. “There you go. Just relax. Breathe. I got you.”
Felix obeys, trembling in Seungmin’s arms, his breath hitching, but Seungmin is true to his word, moving slowly, with tender care, as he wrests him open. He pushes a little, then seems to gauge Felix’s reactions and retreats, then once more goes deeper, fucking into him in slow shallow thrusts.
The kisses and softly murmured encouragement help. Felix feels weak and small and utterly at Seungmin’s mercy, but he also trusts him, and is being brave for his alpha who is treating him with so much patient kindness and sympathy.
Each time another inch of Felix’s insides is conquered, Seungmin rewards him with more praise. “There you go, sweetheart,” he kisses the words into Felix’s mouth more than he speaks them. “Bear down on it. My sweet little omega, taking me so well.”
Felix clings to Seungmin, the same way his heart clings to Seungmin’s soothing voice, and Felix melts into the feeling of being so benevolently owned, and is being good for his husband in return. The tender affection that envelops him overwrites the pain, and Felix reacts with little gasps and grunts that sound more overwhelmed than anguished, his body pliant and docile.
Seungmin kisses his lips, his cheeks, his eyes, pouring warm fond comfort with each touch, his cock moving inside Felix slowly, carefully, still testing how deep it can go before it becomes too much for Felix to bear. With trepidation, but also eagerness to please, Felix relaxes, his body growing softer, no longer tense, but willing to take Seungmin’s desire and accept Seungmin’s generous rule.
When Seungmin sees he’s no longer as frightened and no longer distressed, he rolls his hips with more freedom, going deeper, the pace of his progress no longer so torturously slow. Felix still feels the stretch burn as Seungmin carves a space for himself inside him, but the fullness now feels more like a hunger that’s being sated than a sharp unwelcome intrusion, and in this gentle steady invasion of his most sensitive place, a more abstract feeling seems to emerge between them. Bonded through the labour of joining their bodies, their hearts beat in sync, their desires aligning, and Felix’s body starts to react in small movements, squirming into the contact, his hips shyly rising to signal that not only can Seungmin go deeper, but that he also needs to be claimed deeper.
The bright smile he’s given fills his heart with glee and pride. He is being a good omega, pleasing his husband, submitting his body to all his alpha’s needs. When Seungmin finally sinks all the way to the hilt, Felix feels breathless, stretched and spread and full. Under Seungmin’s powerful body, he mewls with helpless abandon, rubbing his face along Seungmin’s jawline, inhaling lungfuls of Seungmin’s scent that soothes him.
“So good, sweetling,” Seungmin praises. “See how deep I am inside you, see how well I fit…you were made for me, so perfect.”
Felix’s heart swells with affection; he is so lucky to have such a good husband, kind and patient and gentle. He wants to always be good, always be obedient, always earn his husband’s praise.
“So tight and warm around me,” Seungmin whispers. “So soft. My sweet little mate. I want to spend a whole lifetime with you spread around my cock.”
Blushing, Felix demures. He is too shy to say it, but he wants the same. So he just moans, his lips seeking more kisses which Seungmin gladly offers.
Seungmin pauses, buried deep inside him, either waiting for Felix to adjust or simply relishing the sensation. “How does it feel, sweetheart?” he asks. “Not as bad as you feared?”
Smiling bashfully, Felix shakes his head. “It feels…nice,” he braves. Then he is overcome with emotions, the excitement and apprehension of the previous few days finally bursting through the dam of restraint, and Felix looks up into Seungmin’s eyes. “Thank you,” he says, the tremor in his voice matching the tremor of his lower lip. “For being so gentle with me.” His eyes well up, but not with tears of pain. He is touched and overwhelmed, vulnerable around Seungmin’s girth, hardly daring to believe his good fortune. “I am happy,” he sniffles. “And I want to always be good for you. I shall…I shall never act difficult again.”
“Aw sweetling,” Seungmin coos, seeming disarmed, the emotions in his voice matching the affection Felix himself feels. “You were never difficult. You’re such a good and obedient little omega, and you make me very happy.” He kisses Felix’s tears away. “Never fear. I shall only ever be gentle with you. I will breed you full of pups, and cherish you every day for the rest of my life.”
Felix smiles through his tears, blushing, feeling his tummy heat up to Seungmin’s words, and squirms a little, signalling that he is fine and that Seungmin can move. And Seungmin does, slowly pulling back, then driving his cock deeper inside, the motions steady and deliberate. As they gaze into each other’s eyes, Felix can see not only the tender affection, but also the immense amount of self-control Seungmin exerts to put regard for Felix’s comfort first.
Felix was taught about breeding. He had even heard Jisung being bred by Minho a handful of times. The tutors’ lessons were scary, focusing on enduring the pain, willingly suffering through any of the alpha’s whims and demands, and the sounds from behind the closed door of Jisung’s bedchamber were loud and rowdy, Minho’s groans and Jisung’s whines painting a picture of something fast and powerful and violent. And even though Jisung later assured him that’s normal, and that he likes both the act and the subsequent soreness, laughing at Felix’s concern, the fact that Jisung often found it difficult to sit for the next couple of days and didn’t deny that it hurt aligned with the tutors’ stories of pain. So Felix concluded that breeding is indeed something that hurts a lot, much more than the spanking, and that Jisung is simply a very odd omega who seems to like the pain.
But finding himself now covered by Seungmin’s warm agile body, his little hole spread to its very limits around the unforgiving size of Seungmin’s cock, Felix concludes that, much like Jisung is a very odd omega, Seungmin is a very odd alpha, as this act is gentle, caring, and even the pain he felt at first wasn’t so unbearable that it should deserve such a frightening reputation. He truly is so lucky.
He is also getting bolder, lifting his hips to move in tune with Seungmin’s slow thrusts and allowing his lips to seek Seungmin’s, initiating kisses, giving them freely, as his hands caress Seungmin’s broad back.
Delighted with this reaction, Seungmin puts more force in his movements, his cock charging with newfound vigour, showing less restraint as he claims Felix.
Through stifled moans and needy whimpers, Felix feels the need grow stronger inside him, his body writhing, meeting the thrusts as Seungmin fucks into him with more determination, his passion seeming let loose.
Soon, the thrusts are hard enough to make Felix yelp each time Seungmin sinks to the hilt, but it doesn’t hurt—at least not in the bad way—the soreness of the stretch teasing him, making him want more and harder. He wraps his leg around Seungmin’s waist, and Seungmin groans to see him so eager. He pauses, then grinds inside Felix, making Felix whimper, taken by surprise with the sudden sensation.
A shiver runs through his body and he whines. Seungmin smiles, grinding against his sweet spot again, but just before it becomes too much, Seungmin somehow feels it, almost instinctively, and moves, releasing the pressure, letting Felix catch his breath again.
He starts thrusting once more, his hips snapping against Felix’s bottom, the wet squelching sound adding to the obscenity of the act, making Felix feel weak, wanton. His blood thrums with some charged yearning, skin tingling, his body desperate to move to meet to take to receive, to be just a plaything for Seungmin’s touches, utterly at his mercy, to be fucked and bred and taken lovingly apart by his cock.
“You like what I’m doing to you, sweetling?” Seungmin asks as his hand slides down Felix’s thigh to grope his asscheek.
“I do,” Felix pants, his dick twitching when Seungmin squeezes his ass. The moan he lets out is so shameless, and there is some urgent desperation behind his movements, seeking more of Seungmin’s touches, more of all the delightful obscene things Seungmin’s cock does to him.
Seungmin speeds up, no longer holding back, slamming inside him, and Felix whimpers, sounding wrecked and frenzied.
When Seungmin suddenly pulls out, the wail that breaks out of Felix’s throat is distressed, mourning the loss, and his body moves on its own, his hips rising to demand Seungmin back, his little hole yearning and empty. He whines, petulant, and Seungmin chuckles, then swiftly flips him over onto his tummy.
With an easy confident move, as if he knows and owns Felix’s body entirely, he slides his hand under Felix, pulling his hips up, getting him on his knees.
Unsure what’s expected of him, Felix turns his head, lifting himself to support his body on his palms as a slight twinge of worry shoots through him. Perhaps he did something wrong and Seungmin wants to punish him.
Seeing the confused concern in his eyes, Seungmin caresses his back, his fingers gently tracing down along Felix’s spine, and smiles. “Like this, sweetheart,” he says. “Stay like this for me.”
He holds his cock in his hand, then pats Felix’s little hole with it. The touch is wet and soft and Felix whimpers, needy. Seungmin rubs his cock along the slicked crack of Felix’s bottom, teasing, and chuckles when Felix wiggles, pushing back into it.
He smacks his little hole a few more times, harder now, the head of his cock heavy and warm, and Felix is consumed by emptiness he never experienced before. He needs. Desire burning so strong inside him, raging and hungry, Felix keens, desperate to be filled again.
Seungmin positions his cock at his entrance, then pushes inside just a little, only the tip getting inside. Felix breathes through a long low sigh of relief that turns to a loud moan of impatient need when he realises that Seungmin is not moving.
Felix turns his head to look at him and Seungmin, eyes crinkled in playful amusement, gives him a wink.
“So needy for your alpha, aren’t you, sweetling?” he asks. “Love my cock so much already.”
Felix’s face burns bright red, but he overcomes his bashfulness and pleads, “I do. Please. Please.”
“Please what, sweetheart? What do you want?”
The embarrassment over having to say it is sprinkled with excitement—he feels so daring, so lewd to utter the crude words. “Your cock,” he pants. “I want your cock. Need it…inside me. Please.”
“Then work for it, sweetheart,” Seungmin teases. “Fuck yourself on it. Take it all the way in.”
Felix trembles, weakness from his belly spreading through his limbs, and he moves, pushing himself deeper onto Seungmin’s cock.
“Yes, just like that,” Seungmin praises. “So good for me, sweetling. So good for my cock. See how well you take it. All on your own.”
Felix relishes the spread as he impales himself deeper, going slow, hissing through the stretch, his inner walls opening for the intrusion, sore and tingly. Once his bottom is pressed flush against Seungmin’s hips, Seungmin grips his asscheeks and pulls them apart.
“Well done, sweetheart,” he says. “There you go. Right where you belong.” His hands move to hold Felix by the hips, grip now firm, and he starts thrusting.
Right away, he establishes a brutal pace, slamming into Felix, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, louder than Felix’s whimpers.
The force of Seungmin’s movements is so great that Felix can’t hold himself on his hands anymore and his upper body collapses into the sheets, his face rubbing along the pillow each time Seungmin thrusts inside him, leaving a trail of drool and tears.
It is good that Seungmin’s grip on him is so resolute and firm, otherwise Felix wouldn’t be able to hold himself on his knees anymore either. He lets his body go limp and malleable, allowing it to move any way Seungmin’s sharp hips dictate. He sobs and whimpers, hardly catching his breath, his throat getting hoarse from all the moaning that Seungmin’s cock elicits from him.
Suddenly, Seungmin holds still for a moment, then thrusts inside once more, and then again. With a long groan, he shudders, his cock pulsing inside Felix as it gushes, filling him with come. In a blink of an eye, Seungmin pulls him up, Felix’s back crashing onto his chest, and with feral hunger, digs his teeth into Felix’s nape.
Felix cries out. He knew this would happen, but the pleasure he got lost in made him push anything else out of his mind, and now the sharp bite and Seungmin’s fierce low growl bring him back to here and now. He shivers, wailing, as the alpha’s musky scent grows heavier. Seungmin’s teeth pierce the skin, and Felix feels dizzy and faint. Immediately, the fullness inside him starts to swell, stretching his inner walls even more. In panic, Felix scrambles to move away, but Seungmin holds him.
“Shh,” he soothes, teeth releasing the skin. “Don’t be scared.”
It’s starting to hurt now, and the swelling continues to grow. Felix whines pitifully, worried he would tear and burst.
Seungmin’s breaths are ragged, heaving, but he gently guides Felix to move with him. Not breaking the bond where their bodies are joined, Seungmin lowers them onto the bed, and they lie on their sides, Felix’s back pressed against Seungmin’s chest as Seungmin cradles him in his arms.
“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Seungmin whispers, his hand caressing Felix’s stomach. “Relax, it’s alright. Don’t fight the knot.”
Felix tries to squirm, but Seungmin’s hold is unyielding. “It will hurt more if you move,” he says. “Just stay still, sweetling, it will be fine.”
“It hurts,” Felix sniffles.
“Mhm, I know,” with a soft hum, lips kissing the bitten spot, Seungmin commiserates. “Knots can be uncomfortable the first few times. But you’ll get used to it, just relax. Didn’t you say you like what I do to you, hm? You’ll come to like this too, you’ll see.”
Encouraged by the fact that he is not only allowed to complain, but that when he does, he is not met with indifference but compassion and sympathy, Felix whines, “I liked what you did before. I don’t like this now.”
“Aww my precious little mate,” Seungmin chuckles, rocking him in his arms. “You will like this too, I promise. I can’t breed you without knotting you.” His fingers find Felix’s nipples and he toys with them gently. “Your little hole is so small and tight, but it takes my knot so well…you just need to relax, sweetling, feel how full you are, full of my cock and my come and my knot. Being so brave and so good for me.”
The soft murmurs and gentle words soothe Felix the same way Seungmin’s mouth soothes the bite on his neck now. He sniffles and pouts, nestling in Seungmin’s embrace, enjoying the sympathy and the praise. His little huffs are not so much out of genuine distress but simply for the fact that he likes being coddled by his husband, and he sees that Seungmin seems to like coddling him too. With how indulgent and patient Seungmin is, Felix thinks he will be one spoiled and pampered omega. The thought makes him bite back a giggle.
“It’s not that bad, is it?” Seungmin asks, licking his nape, then sucks at it gently as he rubs Felix’s nipple.
“It’s a little bit bad.” Felix pouts, gasping when Seungmin’s fingers pinch slightly.
“Let’s make it good then,” Seungmin says, and his hand darts lower and wraps around Felix’s cock.
“Ah,” Felix pants, surprised at the sudden touch, squirming on Seungmin’s knot.
Seungmin starts stroking, slow measured movements, his grip on Felix’s little dick firm and pleasantly warm. His hand is gentle, the skin mostly soft, and his breath on Felix’s neck is hot and tickly. The bite on his nape is wet, Seungmin’s tongue lapping at whatever blood there might be there.
With all these sensations, the uncomfortable bulge of Seungmin’s knot inside him no longer feels as painful, and Felix even dares to move a little, writhing and rolling his hips in minute motions, in tune with Seungmin’s stroking. Each time he moves, the knot feels tighter somehow, the soreness more acute, and Felix plays with his endurance, the pleasure brought by Seungmin’s hand balanced with the ache brought by Seungmin’s knot. Like poking at a sore spot just to be reminded that it is indeed sore, Felix now clenches around the knot, testing the pain of its hard swell, as he fucks into Seungmin’s palm.
“Oh yes, sweetling,” Seungmin moans. “How you squeeze around me. Yes, so good. Just like that.”
Felix’s chest fills with pride. He is pleasing his alpha so well. As he succumbs to the delights of the wonderful lewd things Seungmin does to him, the pain transforms from something he could endure to something he can tolerate, until it finally becomes something that he enjoys—melting at being so helpless and small, so weak and soft for Seungmin, obediently taking his cock and his knot, cherishing his alpha’s power and strength as much as he cherishes his tenderness. Docile and meek, Felix takes joy in his submission, and the knowledge that he is claimed thrills him.
Seungmin’s grip around his cock tightens and he starts stroking faster. Felix chases the rhythm of the motions, rolling his hips in tune with it, moaning higher as the pleasure builds inside him. He closes his eyes, feeling the warmth spread through his body, his muscles tensing, then a whole universe of stars explodes behind his eyes and with a loud wail, he shudders, spurting white ribbons of come all over the sheets.
Dazed and weak, he rides the wave of his release, trembling as his body grows soft once more, then pants, sated and spent in Seungmin’s arms.
“There you go,” Seungmin whispers. “Just like that, sweetling. So good for your alpha, aren’t you…my pretty little mate, coming on my knot.”
Seungmin holds him, murmuring sweet nothings as Felix slowly blinks, his senses returning to him.
They lie in silence for a while, and Felix feels the swell of Seungmin’s knot gradually starting to shrink. Once it is fully deflated, Seungmin pulls out with great care, the drag of the cock along Felix’s inner walls as intense on its way out as it was on its way in. Then he is left open and sticky, wet with slick and Seungmin’s come, as Seungmin’s cock rests heavy against his ass.
Seungmin gently turns him around, and they face each other, Felix smiling bashfully, looking down then back up at Seungmin’s eyes again.
Brushing a damp strand of hair behind Felix’s ear, Seungmin kisses him. “Are you sore?” he asks with a warm smile on his lips.
“A little,” Felix says. “But I like it. It’s a good kind of sore.” He shrugs, smirking. “I thought…maybe again…”
A joyous burst of laughter bubbles inside Seungmin’s chest, and Felix giggles too, hiding his face in the crook of Seungmin’s neck.
“Don’t be shy.” Seungmin gently tips his chin, making him look up. His eyes sparkle excitedly, charmed and fond, and Felix says a silent prayer, thanking the heavens for granting him such a handsome and kind husband. “You made me so very happy,” Seungmin says. “And to hear you say this…I am much relieved. Because I was thinking about again too…” He nips at Felix’s lips playfully. “But I worried it would be presumptuous to suggest.”
Felix feels giddy, glad to know his husband is so thoughtful. “There’s no presumptuousness in your wishes. Omegas must always obey, alphas just need to command,” he recites what he’s been taught all his life.
Seungmin smiles at him, amused. “Is that what you’ve been told? Your tutors taught you well. But I still wouldn't do anything against your will.”
“My will is to please you,” Felix says. “And you made me very happy too. Relieved as well.” He fidgets a little, feeling bashful again. “I worried…you’d punish me tonight.”
With a fresh crisp laughter, Seungmin raises his eyebrows. “Punish you? Now why would I do that? When you’re so sweet and good for me?”
Felix purses his lips, somewhat self-conscious. “Because I resisted…I thought you’d spank me.” He shrugs, averting his gaze, then worried he is being impudent, quickly adds, “As is alpha’s right.”
“Would you want me to spank you?”
“No,” Felix huffs. “I…I just worried. I mean…it is your right. If I displease you.”
“Do you like getting spanked?” Seungmin sounds intrigued.
“Of course not. Nobody likes that.”
“Mhm,” Seungmin muses. “I think you’re wrong. I think you’d like it if I were to spank you.”
Felix swallows around some hardness in his throat, wondering how did he manage, after everything went so smoothly and after being told he’s been so good, to land himself in a situation where his husband seems to be entertaining the idea of punishing him. “I don’t think I would like it,” he explains, carefully choosing his words. “But I wouldn’t resent you for it. If you find me at fault. It is your right. Doesn’t matter that I dislike it. Everybody dislikes it.”
“Don’t worry, sweetling.” Seungmin kisses the tip of his nose. “I see you got scared I might do it. I won’t. There is no reason for me to punish you. Besides, it would never be a punishment.” His hand squeezes Felix’s asscheek, then gives a gentle pat, which makes Felix gulp. “But one day, I can show you…that it can be a fun game, one you would enjoy. But don’t think about that now. I see I got you worried. No need for that. I won’t do anything you don’t like.”
Felix grows quiet. He’s unsure what to say, unsure what to think, uncomfortable with the turn this conversation took and concerned that he is somehow leaving his alpha’s needs unmet. He doesn’t want to get spanked, but it is his duty as an omega to please his mate. “Do you…” he starts, voice small. “Do you want to spank me?”
Seungmin lifts himself a little, resting his weight on his elbow. The look in his eyes is earnest and soft. “Sweetheart,” he says. “I want to do everything to you. With you. But I don’t want to punish you.” His smile is reassuring, warm. “Anything we do—and we will do so many things—will always be just to bring you pleasure. I promise. You should never fear me, or worry I’ll mistreat you.”
“And if I displease you?”
“You could never displease me, sweetling.” There is so much confidence in his tone, as if he is absolutely certain that Felix is an angel who can do no wrong, no matter how spoiled or disobedient he might be.
That reassures Felix and he relaxes again.
Seeing him no longer anxious, Seungmin gets on top of him, his hips pressing against Felix’s thighs as he gets between his legs. He hums into the kisses, then pulls back. “Is my timid little omega still thinking about again?”
Felix giggles, spreading his legs wider as his whole body leans into Seungmin’s touches, and he welcomes Seungmin’s cock with ease and excited glee.
This time it goes easier, even despite being sore from the first time, his body already learning how to move, how to seek and find pleasure, and how to enjoy the sweet submission to his alpha.
Even when Seungmin knots him again, it doesn’t hurt as much, the fullness and the stretch being something Felix now savours, letting his senses thrill with being claimed and owned. Afterwards, the soft gentle kisses and affectionate conversation seem to bring them even closer, and Felix is feeling very much at ease.
In the several hours that passed after Seungmin first entered the room, they found a path to each other, crossed it hand in hand, and Felix feels like he has known Seungmin for years. He chatters and laughs, still a bit bashful, but daring to ask questions, about the north, about Seungmin’s court, about his life, the things he likes.
He shamelessly asks for more, to be bred again, much to Seungmin’s joy. After this third time, he is utterly spent, nuzzling at Seungmin’s chest, drunk on Seungmin’s scent, his body weak and limp, sore, heavy with exertion. They kiss, whispering in the dim light of the few remaining candles that haven't burned out already, and Felix feels slumber approaching.
In the distance, the sounds of the celebration are still strong, perhaps even louder than before, sounding like the clamour of the festivity has moved closer to them. But he feels safe and snug and warm in Seungmin’s arms, and the noise doesn’t bother him.
As he is starting to doze off, lulled to sleep by Seungmin’s caresses, he is snapped out of drowsiness by the door suddenly bursting open. Through the darkness, a figure lunges towards the bed, a dagger in his hand catching the light of the last remaining candle, a glint as sharp as the metal it reflects in.
Felix shrieks.
He hardly has time to understand what’s happening when Seungmin jolts upwards, his arm blocking the attack, then jumps on the intruder, toppling him to the floor.
In stunned mute terror, Felix sits up, clutching the covers to his face, terrified as he watches the two men wrestle, his ears registering that the noise from outside seems to be getting even louder, even closer.
It’s hard to see in the dark, one meager candle not enough, and especially when the two men are constantly moving, trying to overpower one another. Seungmin is naked though, which somewhat helps Felix, his eyes focusing on the smooth skin, light in the dark, but it also makes Seungmin more vulnerable. Felix trembles, fear and shock rendering him unable to move.
As the racket from outside grows so loud that Felix can make out individual voices and the thuds of running footsteps, he seems to come to his senses. Still, untrained in fighting and unsure what to do, he worries he might cause more harm than actually help. He grabs a pillow and throws it at the wrestling pair.
The surprise of an unexpected distraction, however, does manage to make the attacker’s attention shift towards the bed where Felix sent the pillow missile from, and even if it’s just for a brief moment, it’s enough for Seungmin to, in just a few expert moves, punch the dagger out of the man’s hand.
Felix hears more than he sees the way the blade rips into the man’s stomach, slicing upwards, the wet squelch of flesh ripping apart and the equally wet gargle spluttering out of the man’s mouth.
When more men run into the room, torches in hand, Seungmin turns towards them, panting, alert and covered in blood, dagger in his hand ready, but then he recognises them as his own men and lowers his hand, heaving in shock.
“We have to leave,” one of the men says. “There’s been an attack. The wedding was just a ruse. Fucking southerners filled us with wine, then jumped on us, knives in hands. Butchered half of our party.”
Another man approaches the bed and points a sword at Felix, who blinks shocked at this news.
Seungmin raises his hand though, and the man turns the sword away.
“He’s in on it too, your grace,” the man protests. “Must be.”
“How many dead?” Seungmin asks.
“Eleven,” a bulky man with the biggest muscles Felix has ever seen replies, handing Seungmin his clothes. “Just nine of us remaining. And you. Get dressed. We have to leave.”
“What about the southerners?” Seungmin starts putting on clothes.
“Hard to say. We don’t know how many they were. Apart from the agreed upon twenty attendees, they had probably just as many disguised as local folk. We took two nobles captive. We killed at least a dozen. The rest dispersed, we don’t know where. They broke off when we killed their king.”
“Uncle,” Felix gasps, the blow of his uncle’s death rattling him to the core.
The bulky man scoffs, then points at Felix with his chin. “What about him?”
Now fully dressed, Seungmin runs his hand through his hair in an uncertain motion. “He’s coming with us,” he says after a moment of deliberation.
“Your grace,” another man butts in. “He must have been part of it. The only mercy he deserves is an axe to his neck.”
Felix sobs. He’s trying to say something, plead for his life, cry out for someone to save him, explain he knew nothing of this, but the words are stuck in his throat, tangled.
“We don’t know what his part was.” Seungmin licks his lips. “And tonight…I claimed him. He might be with child. My child.”
“Just because he’s fucked full of your come doesn’t mean he deserves to live if he plotted against you,” the man says. “Any whore can—”
“I’ll say the shock of watching your friends die tonight made you forget, plot or no, he’s still a royal consort,” Seungmin cuts him off, seething. “And next time you speak of him this way I’ll rip out your tongue with my bare hands.” He takes Felix’s light linen gown that he removed with so much patience earlier and throws it at shaken Felix. His tone is icy cold, full of suppressed rage when he speaks, “Get dressed.”
Felix flinches. His husband doesn’t strike him, but the look he shoots him, angry, betrayed and wounded, makes Felix feel like he’s been slapped, hurting more than any spanking, more than any imagined ruthless breeding from his tutors’ stories, more than any punishment ever could.
With trembling hands, body still sore from the ardour of their love-making, Felix puts on his gown.