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Seonghwa was hot. Miserably so.
The air of Jakarta was sweltering and the humidity of it was inescapable even under the airport’s AC. Seonghwa almost couldn’t breathe. The heat was so oppressive and thick that it seemed to stop in his lungs.
Jakarta in the summer was always hot but today was unbearable. Even in the darkness of the night, the heat loomed over him like an inescapable cloud, scorching him with every step he took toward the security checkpoint. Moisture pooled along his back. The scent patch he wore itched beneath the damp collar of his shirt that clung to his neck. Seonghwa could feel irritation taking root in his gut.
Everything was damp. His clothes stuck to him like a wet sheet. Sweat plastered his bangs beneath his hat as beads rolled from his forehead to his chin. No matter how much he dabbed at his face with his sleeve, sweat continued dripping from his hairline. The damp fabric left him grimacing.
His steps became sluggish as he trudged through the airport. The duffel bag on his shoulder felt more like an anchor dragging him toward the ground. Beyond the weight on his shoulders, his entire body throbbed with a persistent, unfamiliar ache. The nagging pain seemed to worsen beneath the suffocating summer heat.
He could hear the other members ahead of him, laughing and joking with one another as they navigated the checkpoint. He felt jealous of their joy and their ability to bask in the glow of another successful concert seemingly pain-free.
To him, everyone was too close, everything was too loud, and the combination of smells in the airport was starting to give him a headache. His omega felt unsettled too, if the anxious feeling in his chest was anything to go by.
If something didn’t change soon, he was going to throw both him and his omega out of the nearest window.
“Yunho I love you!” “Hongjoong Oppa, Please take this” “Seonghwa look here!”
Seonghwa kept his head down as he moved through the line. He silently prayed to whatever higher power was out there that no fans would make it beyond the security check point.
A brief glance forward showed San smiling and waving at the fans calling his name as he scanned through security. Seonghwa knew he should do the same, but both the smell and the sound of the crowd made him feel like he was drowning. He suddenly felt grateful for the scent patch on his neck because he knew the sourness of his pheromones would show just how miserable he was. Just looking up made his head spin and his stomach turn.
He sighed and lowered his gaze. A bead of sweat slipped into his eye, making him groan at the sting.
He was going to die in this airport.
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If getting through the checkpoint was one obstacle, getting to the boarding gate was an entirely different beast.
He had been walking through the crowded airport for what felt like three years and he still was nowhere close to Terminal 3. The sound of Wooyoung and Mingi’s cackling mixed with the airport’s cacophony felt almost offensive. It made a part of him want to scream. Like the world was laughing at how miserable he was.
The journey started to feel like a test of will. A divine countdown to see how long it would take before he broke and lunged at the nearest person. With every step he was getting closer to snapping.
“Hwa, are you okay?”
The familiar aroma of vetiver filled his nose. The smell of crisp , citrus laced earth knocked him from his haze, grounding him. Relief loosened the tension in his chest, temporarily blocking out the surrounding noise. Hongjoong must have forgotten his scent patch in the rush to get to the airport. Seonghwa hummed and looked up from his shoes. He zeroed in on a relatively dry looking Hongjoong and in a second the temporary relief turned sour. Was he truly the only one suffering?
“Yeah Joong, I’m okay. I’m just a little tired and I think the humidity is starting to get to me.”
Seonghwa could held back a grimace as he swallowed his discomfort to lie.
As much as he wanted to lament his woes to Hongjoong regarding the heat and the irritation clawing at his soul, he knew that Hongjoong had no control over the weather or the ring of pain that pulsed throughout his body.
The fixed stare Hongjoong gave him told Seonghwa that the leader knew there was more, but he ultimately let it slide, simply nodding his head and turning his body to walk off. Seonghwa turned to do the same but was stopped by a sharp tug at his wrist. He felt himself being pulled closer to Hongjoong’s form. The warmth of Hongjoong’s breath hitting his face as heard Hongjoong inhaling deeply through his nose.
Startled Seonghwa jumped back, pulling his arm from Hongjoong’s grasp.
“Is something wrong?” Seonghwa asked quietly, worried.
Hongjoong stared intently at Seonghwa for a beat too long before shaking himself out of his stupor.
“No, I’m sorry.” His brow furrowed. Seonghwa could a cloud of unease pass over him as he watched Hongjoong’s face tighten.
“I just thought I smelle—,” Hongjoong stopped, cutting himself off. His mouth opening and closing as he attempted to find the right words. Unease soured the rich earthy smell around him.
“Seonghwa when was your last heat?”
Seonghwa felt himself flinch at the question. The randomness of it caused his mind to still as he attempted to count back the weeks.
“ …I don’t know Hongjoong, three or four months ago maybe, why?”
“Are you sure you’re not in pre-heat, Hwa?” Hongjoong paused, expression softening as he opened his mouth to continue.
“Just now for a brief moment, you smelled sweet.”
Seonghwa’s lungs stalled at the declaration. His stomach curled with a wave nausea at the thought.
He mulled it over in his head. He didn’t remember the exact date of his last heat, but he’d recently made a habit of marking the dates on an app he kept on his phone. The yellow dot flashing on the calendar stated his next heat would be starting around the 25th of this month and he had always been regular.
“No, it can’t be. I’m never this early Joong, my heat isn’t set to hit for at least another two weeks.”
“Indonesia is just hot and I’m just going through it right now. I’ll be fine once I make it to the gate and sit down for a little bit.” He said, offering Hongjoong a weak smile.
Hongjoong’s eyes trailed his face and neck one last time before he sighed.
“Okay Seonghwa. Just please look out for yourself okay, let me or Jonghyuk hyung know if you start feeling worse.”
“I’ll be fine Hongjoong, I promise. Now please go, we’ve been standing here for too long and I’m sure our manager will have a few questions about it.” Seonghwa said, gesturing over to the exasperated looking manager stopped a few feet away from them with his arms crossed.
The alpha acknowledged the quip, glancing over his shoulder to see the manager and the members almost at the end of the terminal.
Hongjoong turned his gaze back to Seonghwa giving him one last meaningful look before nodding his head and walking over to their manager. Seonghwa watched them exchange words as they caught up to the others.
Once again Seonghwa was left alone with his suffering and his thoughts. The temporary distraction faded along with Hongjoong’s scent. The sensory overload pulsed back to life as the distance between them expanded. Seonghwa could feel the thump of his brain hitting against his skull.
He heard the sound of a familiar laugh and hissed internally. He looked up to see Wooyoung with an arm thrown across Hongjoong’s shoulder, laughing manically as Hongjoong grumbled and tried to push the beta away.
The sight shouldn’t have bothered him.
But something in his chest sank anyway.
God, he needed a nap.
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After four hours, a bad meal, and a nap, Seonghwa woke up to his heart pounding and his stomach cramping. Disoriented, he squirmed deeper into his seat trying to make sense of what was going on.
The peace from his nap vanished with a punch to the gut and a scalding heat that traveled from his neck down his spine. A cold sweat had broken out on his skin as he held his stomach, shoving his face onto the cool glass of the window next to him, biting his lips to hold in a cry.
Why was it so damn hot on this plane?
He fumbled for his phone and squinted at the screen. 3:00 a.m. The flight wouldn’t land until seven, which meant four more hours trapped in this metal inferno. He drew in a slow breath through his nose, bracing himself against the next wave of cramps and the nausea churning in his stomach.
At the sound of a snore, he peered his head over the seat to glance down the row. The other members had collapsed into varying states of sleep. The sole exception sat beside him, headphones on, locked intensely on a glowing laptop screen, his head bobbing in time to music only he could hear.
The sight wasn’t shocking in the slightest, knowing Hongjoong and had this been any other time he would’ve scolded him for being up so late. But right now, Seonghwa felt as if he was being cooked on a skillet, burning from the outside in. Flashes of heat thrummed harshly across his skin almost as if it wanted to stop his heart.
He released a breath as he pressed his face back against the glass of the window. However, the remedy of the glass faded all too quickly from the fever of his skin and the warmth of his breath.
Moisture started to accumulate on the glass from his breath as he panted following another deep clench from his stomach.
When he started to feel the presence of slick forming, he realized the gravity of the situation he was in.
Hongjoong had been right. He had been going through pre-heat earlier and now he was set to go into full blown heat 31,000 feet in the sky on a plane trapped with over 20 people.
This was not good. This was really not good. He was nowhere near prepared for this. He had nothing. No suppressants, no nesting materials, no toys or anything because this wasn’t supposed to happen.
Sure, his heat had started a day or two before or after his due date but never two whole weeks early.
Panic surged through him. It was only a matter of time before he would start fully leaking slick, and the scent blocker wouldn’t save him then. At this moment Seonghwa could only count his blessings that they had flown on a private plane with members and staff being the sole passengers. That still didn’t mean he wanted to go through his heat in front of them.
On top of that there was still the airline staff on the plane and Seonghwa could see the tabloids now “Mystery Idol has His Heat on the Plane!” The imaginary netizen comments had Seonghwa ready to open the nearest exit door and take the entire plane down with him.
He tried to clear his mind and quell his increasing panic with deep, steady breaths. His attempts were pointless. Each breath made his stomach flutter. The smell of vetiver coated his nose and filled his lungs. Damp soil after rainfall; rich, earthy, and intoxicating in a way that made him want to moan. A fever rolled through him, settling deep in his core. His underwear dampening as he slowly became more intoxicated on the earthy notes overwhelming his body.
It was maddening, he swears Hongjoong had never smelled this good in his life. His control slipped quickly under the spell of the alpha’s pheromones. His vision blurred, as his thoughts become muddled. His drowsy haze causing his hand to move subconsciously. His breath hitching when it reached the ache of his arousal.
Seonghwa didn’t know if it was the smell of his slick or the sound of his fractured, breathless whimpers that drew Hongjoong’s attention but Seonghwa’s quest for relief was abruptly halted by the sound of the alpha’s whispered shout.
“Yah, What the hell are you doing?!” Hongjoong asked horrified. His laptop closed and headphones tossed to the side, staring openly at Seonghwa in shock. Eyes wide as they bounced from Seonghwa’s face to the hand that was pressed firmly against his lap. Seonghwa understood the surprise, if it were him watching someone like Yeosang shamelessly palm himself on an open plane filled with their group members and staff, he’d probably scream too.
Being caught should have embarrassed him. Instead, Hongjoong’s attention made his omega preen and the heat intensify.
“I’m going into heat, Hongjoong-ah” He said breathlessly.
He could see the gears turning in Hongjoong’s head as he tried to process what he said. He watched Hongjoong inhale deeply, his eyes sharpening as he fixed his attention to the patch on Seonghwa’s neck. His gaze was so long and heated that it made Seonghwa’s heart flutter. For just a second it felt as if Hongjoong was almost as desperate as he was. Fighting against his alpha to school his expression and control his scent. For a moment Seonghwa wished he could read his mind to see if had imagined Seonghwa’s taste or envisioned the sound of his name falling from the omega’s lips. The thought made him ache harder, his hips lifting helplessly into his touch.
“Fuck Hwa, I thought you said it wouldn’t come for another two weeks?” Hongjoong gruffed out. Looking away from at the display and jaw clenching as he tried to focus.
“That’s what I thought too but apparently it didn’t want to wait that long and now there’s slick staining my nice pants” Seonghwa said sarcastically, annoyed at the questioning, it’s not like he asked for this to happen.
He would have much rather gone into heat two weeks from now at the apartment, where he had heat toys, a bed, and real food. But apparently life didn’t let good people have good things, so here he was suspended 31,000 feet in the air, on a hard chair with 30 people around.
“Seonghwa, we need to get wake up one of the managers an—"
“Absolutely not!” Seonghwa whispered harshly, grabbing Hongjoong’s arm in an attempt to keep its owner from moving.
“How are they going to help Hongjoong? Take me somewhere and force feed me suppressants for a heat that’s already here?”
He tried to deliver his argument with conviction, but he knew he was succumbing to his heat the longer the discussion went on. He bit his lip to hold back a sound as another gush of wetness slipped from his hole. The seat had to be drenched by now.
Hongjoong was unknowingly egging it on. The alpha’s smelled like the cure for every disease, a soothing balm against his irritated skin, a cooling drink to put out the fire building in his core. It encapsulated him. It warmed him. It filled his body with so much desire that he would gladly let it consume him. All Hongjoong had to do was ask.
“Well then what do you want me to do?” Hongjoong said softly.
“Help me Joong” The omega pleaded softly. He heard the other take in a sharp breath at the question. His heart knocking against his ribcage as he waited for a response.
They had helped each other once before a few years back with one of Hongjoong’s Ruts triggering his heat right after one of their concerts, it was the longest and hottest three days of his life. They never talked about it afterwards and no one knew about the incident except for their managers and probably Jongho because Jongho knew everything.
“Hwa, I don’t think that’s the best idea. We’re on a plane with our members and staff and it’s just not the best circumstance.” Hongjoong said cautiously. His expression serious and his face stern but the tiny spike of arousal in his scent exposed him.
“Come on Hongjoong, we could be quick, you wouldn’t even have to knot me, you could just—“
“No Seonghwa.”
Seonghwa blinked.
The blatant rejection hit him like a slap in the face. The sane part of him knew Hongjoong was right to refuse him given the circumstances, but it still stung. His omega was shaken too, letting out a pained whine as it slowly curled in on itself.
“Fine don’t help me, I’ll just sit here and continue to suffer through my heat by myself.” The omega huffed, turning to face the window and tucking himself further into the seat. He knew he was being immature, but the sting and the embarrassment of rejection tied his stomach in knots.
Hongjoong softened at the pained look on the omega’s face. The soured smell of rotten fruit slipping through the now useless scent blocker.
Seonghwa flinched at the hand rubbing across his neck and the earthy scent reaching out in an attempt to soothe him.
“Wait until we get off the plane, I will give you everything you need.” Hunger and intent seeped into the promise that Hongjoong spoke. The hand on Seonghwa’s neck purposefully massaged at his scent glands making him keen. The feeling intensified when Hongjoong leaned over the armrest to peel off his scent patch. Hongjoong nosed at Seonghwa neck, inhaling Seonghwa’s sweet peach aroma and replacing it with his own. A kiss to his scent gland made his breathing falter and wetness drool from both ends. The scenting left Seonghwa’s head floating and each of his nerves tingling as Hongjoong took over his mind.
“But I need you now Hongjoong” Seonghwa whimpered tilting his head closer to the window to give Hongjoong more access. The air felt suffocating again. From the fabric of the seat to the friction of his pants teasing at his crotch to the warmth of Hongjoong’s breath hitting his skin as he continued to nose and kiss along his neck. It all made his heart stop and sweat bead at his forehead. If he didn’t cum soon he was actually going to die.
“Please Alpha” Seonghwa rasped.
He could barely breathe.
The incomplete ache was driving him insane, he was so overwhelmed he could shed tears. His bottom lip marred in an attempt to keep the weak mewls from escaping his throat.
He must’ve looked pathetic with his hair matted on top his forehead, sweat pooling down his neck, grinding against his own hand. He was grateful that none of his other members were awake to see or smell him. He could imagine how they would feel seeing their hyung looking so feral and desperate. He had already been rejected by one alpha; he didn’t need his entire group to do the same. He was probably going to die from the embarrassment of Hongjoong seeing him like this when his heat passed but right now, he was unashamed. The hunger ate away at him too fiercely. He was completely lost in the tiny amount of pleasure that his hand and Hongjoong’s scenting gave him.
“Come on”
The warmth was abruptly pulled from his neck and tug jerked at his wrist. Seonghwa lifted his head to see an already standing Hongjoong staring down at him, lust swirling in the other’s eyes.
In that brief moment the alpha’s presence of the younger fully hit him, enrapturing him with heady musk of arousal and vetiver.
His mind went into a frenzy from it, more slick pouring out to cover his skin and stain the back of his jeans.
He knew Hongjoong smelled it too, judging by the way his muscles tensed and his nostrils flared. A soft growl escaping the alpha’s throat.
“Huh?”
His response came in the form of him being hauled from his seat and dragged toward the back of the plane.
Seonghwa yelped at the suddenness of it all, quickly scanning the plane to see if anyone had awoken during their scuffle.
The sight of multicolored heads bowed in sleep eased the brief spike of anxiety in his chest. Relief barely had time to settle before it was swallowed by anticipation at the hungry look in his alpha’s eyes as Hongjoong guided him toward the plane’s bathroom. His heartbeat thundered loud enough to drown out the cabin around him.
His blood continued to race as he’s pushed down the aisle and thrown into the small box of the airplane’s bathroom.
The space was limited, but it was still wider than a normal plane bathroom. The toilet was seated about four feet from the door with the sink adjacent to it.
Seonghwa’s only warning before being pushed against the door was the sound of the bathroom’s lock clicking into place. The cold seeped through his shirt as Hongjoong made work of his neck. He took his time pressing kisses into his skin and leaving marks in their wake.
Seonghwa was drunk from the sensation.
Hongjoong’s tongue tracing the constellation of moles across his neck sent goosebumps racing over his skin. Labored pants leaving his mouth with every suck of his skin. All Seonghwa could do was knot his fingers through the younger’s hair as the alpha nipped at his jawline.
A deep bite to his scent gland had his knees quivering and a loud whine escaping his throat into the other’s ear.
“Baby there’s a whole lot of people on this plane that I’m positive you don’t wanna wake up, so you gotta stay quiet while alpha takes care of you.” Hongjoong reprimanded him lightly pecking a warm kiss to the side of his mouth.
Seonghwa shuddered at the tone of his voice, grinding down on the leg Hongjoong had slotted between his own.
Hands caressed at his waist, drawing smooth long circles into his hipbones. Each brush teased fingertips under his shirt. Seonghwa longed for more. He wanted— No, He needed Hongjoong’s hands all over him.
As if Hongjoong could read his thoughts, the hands on hips moved underneath his shirt to knead at the soft planes of his abdomen. Each touch of the younger’s fingertips purposeful as they trailed upwards to grab at his chest.
It wasn’t too long before Seonghwa felt his shirt pulled over his head and thrown in the direction of the toilet. His pants soon found the same fate, leaving him standing in his boxers.
The alpha continued on reaching his hands up to toy at pert nipples, rolling and pinching them between his fingers soon lowering his head to suck and nip at the pretty buds.
For a moment time seemed to freeze as the alpha stilled and stepped backward pausing to seemingly take the omega in.
Hongjoong was enchanted by a spell of his own creation, entranced by the sight of the omega’s swollen nipples and love marked skin.
Hongjoong’s gaze burned against him. The chill in the air and the anticipation of what was to come wound him up tight like a spring under Hongjoong’s gaze. Seonghwa waited for the alpha’s next move for as long as he could before becoming agitated at how long this gawking session was taking.
“Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to touch me Alpha? You’re not making good on your promise right now.” Seonghwa complained, Twinkling orbs locked on to the alpha and he moved his hips harder against Hongjoong’s thigh in an attempt to speed up the process.
The effort seemed to partially work as the alpha’s hands returned to his waist, but Seonghwa needed more.
He wanted nothing more than for the alpha to completely wreck him. Splitting him open so well that he wouldn’t remember his name. Filling him so full that his stomach would bulge and their scents would be indistinguishable from each other’s. Right now, he needed Hongjoong like he needed air and if he didn’t have him, he was going to combust.
“I need you to take care of me Alpha” His focus never left Hongjoong’s as he pushed out more of his scent and tilted his head to the side to fully bare his neck.
The comment and the visual finally made Hongjoong act, curling hands at the nape of Seonghwa’s neck as he pressed their lips together. Seonghwa gasped as Hongjoong deepened the kiss, his hands fumbling, grabbing onto the alpha’s shirt. His tongue lapped hotly at the omega’s. Seonghwa wondered just how many people he had kissed to be able to do it this well. The thought left quickly as it came when Hongjoong broke the kiss to caress his face and hold his gaze.
“I’ll take care of you omega”
The confirmation made Seonghwa hum in satisfaction and his omega preen at the verbal claim. It didn’t matter who Hongjoong had kissed before because right now, 31,000 feet in the sky, Seonghwa was his omega.
Seonghwa leaned back in for another kiss. The taste of the alpha’s tongue invigorated him, his hands now moved wherever they could touch. From Hongjoong’s hair to his face to his chest before finally settling underneath his shirt, caressing the planes of Hongjoong’s stomach and the muscles of his back.
Hongjoong pulled back to rid himself of his shirt, tossing it behind him and was Seonghwa’s turn to gawk. Hongjoong had always been beautiful, and his body was a gift that kept on giving. Seonghwa pulled the alpha in to give him a few marks of his own. He’d be damned if he were the only one leaving the bathroom looking mauled.
Hongjoong let out a soft pleased noise at feel of Seonghwa’s mouth sucking at his neck. He moved to give Seonghwa all the access he needed to continue as the alpha trailed his hands down Seonghwa’s back until he reached the swell of his bottom. He moved to press his fingers against the moist fabric covering Seonghwa’s rim. Teasing as it fluttered trying to pull in the digit through the cloth. Seonghwa whined and pushed further into his hand.
“I’m not doing a good job huh? You’re soaked, but I guess you’ve been that way for a while.” Hongjoong said smiling between kisses as Seonghwa moaned into his mouth. He moved to kiss Seonghwa’s neck, across his chest, and down his stomach until he was on his knees in front of the omega. Hands gripped at Seonghwa’s boxers, pulling them down and tossing them to the side, leaving him exposed.
Seonghwa knew he was a goner the moment when Hongjoong’s lips pressed kisses up his thighs. His legs trembled as each kiss landed closer and closer to his erection. It stood hard and pink. The tip glistening with the gloss of precum. His hips jerked violently when Hongjoong’s mouth finally reached his need. Seonghwa’s head thumped against the door and his mouth widened to gasp out a moan of Hongjoong’s name. Hongjoong held his hips tightly as he slowly bobbed his head. His tongue swirling as it reached the top of Seonghwa’s penis.
Seonghwa’s head was spinning and his heart was set to jump from his chest at any moment. Heat coiled in his stomach with each bob of the alpha’s head. Hongjoong was sucking him off like he loved him and Seonghwa wasn’t above asking him to mate him right now. Seonghwa’s hands gripped Hongjoong’s hair harshly when the other slipped his hand from his hip to his entrance. He cried out Hongjoong’s name when the digit pressed against his entrance gathered the surrounding slick and pushed into him.
A broken sound escaped Seonghwa at the feeling of a second finger entering him, he broke into helpless sobs. He tried to mute his cries into his hand as much as he could.
“Okay baby?” Hongjoong popped off him to question, never stopping the movement of his hand.
Seonghwa did his best to nod, more tears running down his face as another finger joined the others, scissoring and stretching, prodding deeper inside him searching for the spot that would make him fully fall apart.
Dizziness blurred the edges of his vision as he unraveled. Mindlessly caught in a trance of pushing his hips back to meet Hongjoong’s fingers and thrusting them forward to meet the alpha’s mouth, each stroke drawing him closer to the edge.
Seonghwa almost came straight into Hongjoong mouth when the tips of his fingers grazed his prostate. Frustration quickly found him when the fingers left him.
He lifted his head in betrayal, his orgasm denied and his hole empty. The omega opened his mouth to complain but was quickly cut off.
“We gotta turn you around angel, my wrist is starting hurt” Hongjoong said rolling his wrist around a few times. They shifted across the cramped bathroom until Seonghwa was bent over the sink facing the mirror.
The sight of his own reflection caught him off guard. He looked as demolished as he felt.
“You’re such a pretty boy” Hongjoong murmured gently. Bringing a hand forward to caress his face. His chest was rumbling lowly as he growled his praises into Seonghwa’s ear, sealing his words with open mouthed kisses peppered across the back of his neck and shoulder blades.
Praise sent satisfaction curling through his omega.
Open palms guided his back into a deeper arch and watched as Hongjoong disappeared from the mirror’s view onto his knees.
“I want to taste you angel, is that alright?”
The nod he gave did nothing but garner a sharp smack to his ass.
“Use your words Hwa” the younger chided but soothed the tingling red spot with a kiss.
“Yes” Seonghwa cried, getting wetter at the power in the other’s voice. A part of him didn’t understand. Hongjoong had already sucked him off. Why did he need a verbal confirmation now? Mentally he was fully, totally, and completely Hongjoong’s. He was fully willing to give all of himself to him and a little part of him knew that it went beyond the throes of his heat, but that was a different thought for a different day.
His ability to think at all left him when warm kisses began pressing at the back his thighs, tongue licking up all the fallen slick while hands kneaded at the plumpness of his ass. Hands spread him apart.
The cool air touched his rim making it twitch.
Seonghwa bit back scream when the first firm lap of Hongjoong’s tongue hit his rim. He swiped at his hole repeatedly before sucking at his rim and swallowing the extra slick that flowed into his mouth, moaning as he pushed his tongue past the tight ring of muscle.
Seonghwa sobbed driving his hips further into Hongjoong’s face, squirming as the alpha’s tongue licked in and out of him.
A finger soon pressed along with the tongue inside of him, curling and rubbing upward until he shrieked.
Seonghwa’s cries filled the air, his vision blurring as his cock leaked and dripped against the counter with every press to his prostate.
He was so close. Thighs shaking and arms losing strength.
Hongjoong removed his tongue pressing two more fingers into him curling them into the bundle of nerves, listening as Seonghwa’s breathing became more erratic.
“Are you gonna cum for me baby?” Hongjoong murmured seductively, drilling his fingers harder into the omega’s prostate.
“Yea, I’m gonna cum—ah, for you alpha” Seonghwa choked out between moans.
A few more well aimed thrusts of Hongjoong’s fingers had Seonghwa spilling over the sink with a cry of Hongjoong’s name on his lips.
Hongjoong worked him through his orgasm, whispering praises into his back while rubbing into him.
“You were so good Angel” The younger cooed as he watched more slick pool out of the omega onto the floor. Seonghwa watched as he got up from his place on his knees. The bulge in his pants looked more than a bit uncomfortable.
Their eyes locked in the mirror, Hongjoong’s hair mussed and face glistening from slick, licking at his lips and growling as he savored the taste. His chest was drenched from the secretion.
“Hongjoong” he hiccupped as he canted his erection into the sink, still hard despite his orgasm, unknowingly rubbing his own cum onto his tanned skin.
Seonghwa could see the younger’s crotch jump at the sight of him. He wondered what he would look like from the alpha’s point of view. With his kiss swollen lips red and plump, his once unblemished skin now covered in bruises, grinding against a sink with slick pouring out of him, begging for him.
Hongjoong turned him around, pushing him backward until his waist touched the sink before lifting him onto the narrow counter.
He wrapped his arms around Hongjoong’s neck and brought their lips together. The urgency dissipated somewhat as he brought the alpha closer. He listened to the rustling and clanking of Hongjoong removing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans.
Seonghwa sighed into the kiss, this one being at a slower pace than the last. Their tongues gently exploring each other.
Seonghwa tasted his own slick on the other’s tongue and moaned at the sweetness of himself.
He released the other’s mouth to peer down at Hongjoong pulling himself from his boxers, chuckling to himself at the jeans pooled at his alpha’s knees not even bothering to take them completely off in his haste to continue what they’ve started.
Hongjoong’s erection was hard and pulsating, the tip an angry red as veins protruded from the base. A long string of precum dripped from the head.
Seonghwa’s mouth watered. It was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He’d give anything to have it inside of him.
Another wave of heat rushed through Seonghwa as he wrapped his legs around the alpha trying to angle his hips in a way that would bring the blushing tip to his entrance. Frustration caused the tears to pool at the other’s lack of movement.
Hongjoong gave himself a few pumps before lining himself up. The alpha cursed as he pushed his bulbous tip into the wet heat, sliding in until he was fully sheathed.
Seonghwa eyes fluttered shut and he let out a loud cry as Hongjoong entered him. Loose tears slipping at the sensation of finally being full. The slight burn that the stretch caused had him in love. It had been months since the last time was this full. The toys he normally used were no match for the way Hongjoong’s cock made him melt. It was like it was specially made for Seonghwa, curving perfectly into his bundle of nerves and throbbing against it. If he was being honest with himself, he had been dying to spend his heat with Hongjoong again since the last time, but he’d never gotten the opportunity until today.
Hongjoong reeled his hips back at the command and sharply pistoned his hips forward setting a quick pace.
Hongjoong lifted Seonghwa’s leg across his shoulder, changing the angle and deepening his hard thrusts. Seonghwa’s soul left him. The stretch pulled a broken sound from his throat. The need to be quiet was long forgotten as Seonghwa cries, the squelching sound of slick, and the rhythmic thud of his back hitting the mirror filled the air. With each stroke of his hips Hongjoong dove directly into his sweet spot and Seonghwa saw stars.
Heat coiled tightly in Seonghwa’s stomach as another orgasm approached. He nearly lost himself completely when Hongjoong’s deep voice filtered through the room.
“You’re such a good omega” “So good, so beautiful” The alpha’s voice gruff emphasizing each admiration with a sharp thrust to Seonghwa’s prostate.
Seonghwa’s omega preened at the compliments, headspace clouding him as he bared his neck in complete submission.
“Look at you submitting to your Alpha, You’re so perfect for me.” Hongjoong said sharpening his strokes, plowing harder into the blubbering omega. Feeding off Seonghwa’s cries of pleasure and Seonghwa heard him groan, the alpha’s knot starting to swell inside him.
Hongjoong reached a hand down to give him a few teasing strokes, seemingly wanting to torment him a little before it all ended.
“Do you want my knot Seonghwa?” Hongjoong questioned.
Seonghwa muttered incoherently in response, silently cursing Hongjoong. The alpha clearly knew he was close from the urgency of his pleas and the desperation in his voice. Seonghwa might have been begging all day but there was something more embarrassing about begging to be knotted. Judging by the stupid grin Hongjoong had on his face and had a feeling he was going to make him.
He blearily watched as Hongjoong gradually slowed his thrusts until he was pressing excruciatingly slow strokes into the elder. Taunting him.
“Answer me Omega, do you want alpha’s knot?” He asked again coldly, the ice made Seonghwa shiver and clench around Hongjoong’s member.
At another wave of silence Hongjoong completely stopped moving and his fingers tightened into a ring at the base of Seonghwa’s penis.
Seonghwa’s mouth opened into a silent scream at the abrupt stop and simultaneous buildup of pressure. He whined pitifully and tried to grind his hips to get some form of release, only to be stopped by a strong hand at his waist.
“Say it” Hongjoong punctuated with an acute thrust hitting him dead on. Seonghwa felt himself hit his peak, blood rushing south and the need to release surged but it was quickly cut off by the tight ring secured around his length. His relief was denied again. It broke him.
Seonghwa erupted.
“Yes Hongjoong! Please knot me! Claim me! Breed me! Please!”
Seonghwa cried, streams of tears flowing down his face.
“I’m yours” Seonghwa admitted softly, and that seemed to undo Hongjoong completely.
Hongjoong knot swelled at his entrance at the sound of his pleas and he immediately lifted the omega’s hips and slams into him resuming his brutal pace.
“That’s right you are my omega, I’m going to knot you so well and fill you with my pups. Would you like that baby?”
Heat flashed through Seonghwa at the thought of being filled with Hongjoong’s pups and it brings him closer to the edge.
“Yes alpha, please!”
A few more perfectly aimed movements had Hongjoong’s knot swelling fully and Seonghwa screaming as he shot ropes of cum all over his stomach and Hongjoong’s hand.
Seonghwa’s vision went white as his orgasm washed through him, grinding and squeezing around Hongjoong’s knot as it expanded and filled him.
The fluttering of his walls around Hongjoong’s cock had the younger muttering his name and giving a few more erratic thrusts before spilling his load into the omega.
The younger sighed, resting his head on the omega’s shoulder as he shoved his knot deeper into him.
For the first time all night, Seonghwa could finally breathe. His heat was sated for now. Content as he cuddled against Hongjoong playing with the hairs at the back of his head occasionally presses soft kisses in between brushes. Squeaking when he’s lifted from the counter and plopped onto the toilet straddling Hongjoong’s lap, knot still connecting them.
“So about how long til’ it goes down?” Seonghwa broke the silence, resting his head on the curve of Hongjoong’s shoulder.
“About 20 minutes” Hongjoong muttered rubbing a hand down his back.
Seonghwa lifted his head to pepper kisses to the side of Hongjoong’s face.
“Thank you Alpha” Seonghwa smiled into his cheek truly grateful for the other fulfilling his promise of taking care him.
“Anything for my good Omega” Hongjoong grinned lopsidedly at him.
Seonghwa flushed, ears red as he leaned to connect their lips, but was immediately disturbed by a knock coming from the door.
“Um when you two get um... “done” in there,” A weak voice, one that Seonghwa recognized as Yunho, carried into the bathroom from outside the door.
“The two of you have some explaining to do and also some therapy bills to pay.”
The faint sound of loud crying creeped into the air.
“It’s gonna be okay Mingi”
“But the sound of Hongjoong hyung saying “You want alpha’s knot?” Will never leave the fortress of my young, innocent mind!” A shrill voice, presumably Mingi, screeched back.
Hongjoong and Seonghwa looked at each other burst into laughter, fortunately they still had 15 minutes before they’d have to deal with that.