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Yoongi didn’t look up when he heard the door behind him open. He didn’t blink, didn’t move, didn’t so much as allow his breathing to falter, as he heard soft footsteps enter the room. He kept his head bowed, chin tucked against his chest, cool air from the hallway sending goosebumps down his arms as the newcomers approached his kneeling form. When he took his next breath, the scent of Alpha—powerful Alpha, purebred Alpha—flooded his nostrils, and he had to bite down a soft, submissive sound, as warm crept into his limbs.
“How many offers have you had on him, in the past year?” the Alpha asked softly, voice deep as it settled into Yoongi’s bones. He sounded… gentle, far gentler than he’d ever heard an Alpha sound before. “I don’t imagine it’s many, with his age.”
“Yours was the first inquiry, your Highness,” the woman beside the Alpha said.
A moment later, the Alpha approached Yoongi, scent heavier the closer he got. Yoongi startled when he felt the Alpha place a hand on his head, petting his hair gently. “I find it hard to believe,” the Alpha whispered softly, “that people consider him that undesirable, based solely on his age. He’s very pretty.”
“His pedigree—or lack thereof—doesn’t help matters,” the woman said quietly. “Young and pretty sells, regardless of bloodline. Just pretty rarely does.” The Alpha hummed softly, his fingers warm against Yoongi’s scalp. “But he’s very well-behaved. He’s never had a behavioral infraction, in his time with us.” Another hum, this one lower, as the Alpha took one step closer, his hip now level with Yoongi’s head. “Though I fail to see, your Highness, why you would want an omega like him. There are others who would surely suit your desires better—”
“I would appreciate it if you didn’t presume to know my desires better than I do,” the Alpha murmured. There was an edge, a dangerous lilt, to his voice, that had Yoongi trembling—upset Alphas had a way of making omegas like Yoongi quiver with fear. “I’m not looking for a show piece, I’m not looking for someone from a purebred bloodline, I’m not looking for someone to give me pups. My brothers both have very fertile mates and pups of their own. My parents have made it clear that I am permitted to mate with whomever I’d like.” After a moment, he guided Yoongi’s head to rest against his hip, still petting his hair gently, trying to soothe his trembles. “I saw him last week, and I do quite like the look of him.”
“Your Highness—”
She cut off when the Alpha spoke, this time directing his attention to the omega shaking against his leg. “Relax, pretty thing. I’m not going to harm you.”
And Yoongi, omega that he was, really couldn’t resist the smooth timbre of an Alpha command, especially not one that smelled this lovely. He sagged against the Alpha’s leg, inhaling deeply, allowing the Alpha’s scent to settle over his mind for a moment.
“May I be alone with him, for a short while? I’d like to speak with him.” The woman must have nodded, because a moment later, Yoongi heard her leave the room, closing the door quietly behind her. As soon as she was gone, the Alpha knelt beside him. Yoongi attempted to straighten out of his slouch, but in his haste, he nearly fell, avoiding an awkward collapse only because the Alpha wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him upright. “Shh, omega, breath for me.”
The hand in Yoongi’s hair slipped downwards, to unbuckle the gag that held him silent, dropping it to the floor. He let his jaw hang open for a moment, before closing his mouth, trying to ignore the drying saliva on his cheeks, his chin. He didn’t feel presentable, didn’t feel quite right with an Alpha this close to him, especially not one who called him pretty and petted him so gently.
“Can you tell me your name, pretty omega?” the Alpha asked, voice quiet as his fingers returned to pet Yoongi’s hair.
“I—my name is Yoongi,” he whispered, voice rough with the lack of use.
The Alpha hummed softly, as another shudder worked its way through Yoongi’s body. “And my name is Taehyung, pretty thing. I’m glad to actually meet you.”
He was gentle, gentler than Yoongi had expected, gentler than Yoongi had known an Alpha could be. The other Alphas he had met, the other Alphas who’d inquired after him, had been rough and demanding and desperate to establish their dominance, but Taehyung was… sweet. Was soft and polite and treated Yoongi like he was more than just someone to birth pups.
“Do you mind that I’m touching you, Yoongi?” Taehyung asked quietly, fingers pausing on Yoongi’s hair. After a long moment, Yoongi shook his head, shivering when Taehyung’s fingers began to move again. “I meant what I said to her, you know. I’m not looking to show you off, or to make you have my pups.” Yoongi made a soft sound in his throat, leaning into Taehyung’s touch slightly. “Relax for me, honey, breathe. You don’t need to stress.”
“I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispered, finally lifting his head to meeting Taehyung’s gaze.
Taehyung smiled gently at him. “No, pretty, don’t be sorry. I’m not upset with you.” Yoongi exhaled shakily, blinking slowly at him. “I saw you laughing, you know, with that other omega last week. The loudmouth.” Yoongi nodded once—he knew exactly which moment Taehyung was referring to. “I want an omega, a partner, a friend,” he paused, kneading at the back of Yoongi’s neck, “that I can laugh with.”
Yoongi blinked at him again, before his eyebrows drew together slightly. “You don’t want a mate,” he said quietly. “You don’t want—me to—you don’t want a family?”
“I don’t want puppies,” Taehyung corrected. “Or, at the very least, I don’t like the expectation that I need to have puppies. Likewise, I don’t want you to think that I’m going to demand that you have my pups.” He squeezed Yoongi’s waist gently, until Yoongi leaned into his chest, nose pressing against the collar of his shirt, inhaling deeply. “I want to take you home with me, pretty omega, but I won’t unless you tell me I can.”
“Please,” Yoongi said softly. “Please take me home with you.”
Taehyung smiled against his hair gently, nuzzling at the top of his head lightly. “Okay, pretty omega, I will,” he murmured. He patted Yoongi’s hip gently, before his fingers slipped underneath Yoongi’s shirt, fingertips tracing his hip lightly. “You’re so pretty.”
“I’m not,” Yoongi said softly, cheeks going pink. “I’m—I’m not pretty, I’m not purebred, I—I’m really too old, I can’t give you puppies—”
“I don’t care,” Taehyung murmured softly, “I’m not interested in puppies, I don’t care that you’re older than another Alpha might like, I don’t care about your bloodline. I don’t care about any of that.” He tugged Yoongi’s shirt up slowly, fingertips trailing up his side. “You are very pretty, though. A very beautiful omega.”
Something warm and fuzzy settled in Yoongi’s chest. He bit his lower lip, to try and hide his smile, as he turned his face into Taehyung’s shoulder. He shook his head, as Taehyung stroked his side gently, fingers soft on his skin.
“Let me go talk to the appropriate authorities, and I’ll see what I can do about taking you home, alright?” Taehyung whispered against his hair, then pulled back slightly. “Stay here for me, doll, okay? I’ll be right back.” Yoongi nodded, and when Taehyung pulled away fully, he watched him leave, until the door closed behind him.
After a moment, he sagged to the floor, taking a quiet breath. An Alpha had never made him feel this way, had never made Yoongi quiver with desire and want and need. He wanted Taehyung, wanted him so much, wanted to feel his hands on his skin again.
It took him too long to realize that that want was something more. That the warmth in his stomach was burning a little bit too hot, was plucking at his insides in an oddly familiar way. That there was something beginning to claw at his stomach.
Fuck.
Fuck.
As soon as the realization hit, Yoongi tensed, fingers curling in the rug underneath him, trying to stabilize himself. He wasn’t supposed to be in heat yet; his head wasn’t supposed to hit until the next week, at least.
He heard the door open, then a soft intake of breath, before footsteps approached him rapidly, and suddenly, Alpha scent was blanketing him, soothing the heat tearing into him. He turned his head, pressing against the hand that Taehyung touched to his face, gasping softly for breath.
“Hey, pretty, hey, you’re okay,” Taehyung murmured softly, stroking his cheek gently. “Let’s get you home, okay?” Yoongi whined, until Taehyung gathered him into his arms, holding him close. “Let’s go, doll, let me get you somewhere that I can take care of you.”
“Alpha—Alpha,” Yoongi moaned, pressing his face into Taehyung’s neck, rubbing up against his scent gland. “Want—Alpha—”
“Shh, doll, I know what you want, and I’ll give it to you, but I need to get you home first.” Taehyung stood, taking Yoongi with him, grip on him tightening. Yoongi made a soft noise, wrapping his arms around Taehyung, grabbing at his shirt. “Irene, can you fetch the carriage, please?” Yoongi heard a soft sound of affirmation, before Taehyung started walking out of the room, carrying Yoongi with him. “Shh, pretty, you’re okay.”
“Alpha,” Yoongi breathed against his throat, erection swelling rapidly in his pants. He was already leaking slick from his hole, irises tinged with gold as he gasped against Taehyung’s neck. “A-Alpha, please, please, I want—want your—want your knot, Alpha—”
“Shh, pretty omega,” Taehyung whispered against his temple, then kissed his forehead. When they stepped outside, Yoongi shivered at the cold, grip tightening on Taehyung. Taehyung hummed, adjusting his grip to hold Yoongi closer. “Breathe, doll, breathe for me.” Yoongi whined, then inhaled, lips parting against Taehyung’s neck. His lower lip was quivering, a knot swelling in his throat, and he sobbed softly, tears spilling free.
He whined again, when Taehyung settled them both in the carriage, still holding Yoongi in his arms. As soon as he fell still, Yoongi whimpered softly, twisting around, adjusting himself until he was straddling Taehyung’s thighs, tucking his face into his neck. He was still shaking, still crying softly, and before long, he was grinding up against Taehyung, rutting against his stomach.
“Pretty thing,” Taehyung whispered, one arm wrapping tightly around Yoongi’s waist, free hand slipping into his hair, petting him just like he had before. “Cum for me, omega.”
Yoongi made another soft sound in his throat, before his orgasm overwhelmed him, leaving him shaking and sobbing against Taehyung. Taehyung hummed softly, the hand on Yoongi’s hip slipping down to stroke Yoongi’s thigh gently. Yoongi was crying into his shoulder, tears soaking through Taehyung’s silky shirt.
The orgasm had done next to nothing to quell the heat ripping into his stomach, boiling underneath his skin. He nuzzled against Taehyung’s throat, inhaling deeply, allowing Taehyung’s scent to blanket him in gentle comfort. Taehyung hummed again, hugging him close, hand sliding up to hold Yoongi’s ass, squeezing gently. Yoongi hummed, going limp against Taehyung’s chest, still grinding lazily against Taehyung’s thigh.
“We’ll be home soon,” Taehyung murmured, nuzzling at his temple. “And then I’ll give you what you want.” Yoongi made a soft sound against his neck. “Pretty omega.”
“Alpha—Alpha, can I—” he cut off, whimpering softly when Taehyung squeezed his ass again, kneading at the flesh. “Can I s-suck your cock, please? Please, Alpha?”
Taehyung chuckled quietly, tugging Yoongi’s head backwards slightly by the hair, so their gazes could meet. “Ask me again, pretty omega, but say my name when you do.”
Yoongi took a deep breath, biting at his lower lip as he gazed at Taehyung. “Taehyung,” he said softly, blushing when Taehyung smiled up at him, “can I suck your cock, please?” Taehyung held his gaze for a moment longer, before he nodded. Yoongi slid out of his lap, to the floor, a moment later, gazing up at him. “Thank you,” he breathed quietly, reaching for the closure of Taehyung’s pants. He tugged it open with shaking fingers, exhaling softly as he freed Taehyung’s cock.
Yoongi leaned in slowly, taking the head of Taehyung’s cock in his mouth, sucking gently. His hands settled in his lap, as he set about getting what little of Taehyung’s cock he could fit in his mouth wet, fingers curling in his shirt. He was already hard again, the first threads of another orgasm plucking at his stomach.
“Pretty omega,” Taehyung murmured, reaching down to pet Yoongi’s hair gently. Yoongi went still, jaw opening wider, but Taehyung didn’t push, didn’t so much as grab at his hair. After a few moments of silence, broken only by the sounds of their breathing—Taehyung’s deep and steady, Yoongi’s shallow and frantic—he returned to his ministrations, just as gentle as before. “You look very beautiful on your knees, you know. You’re so pretty.”
Yoongi whined softly, pulling off of Taehyung’s cock to take a deep breath. “You—can I—I need to—Alpha, please.”
Taehyung bent forward, tucking a finger under Yoongi’s chin when he tried to duck his head. “Tell me, pretty omega. Tell Alpha what you want.”
A shudder ran through Yoongi at the way the words rumbled in Taehyung’s chest, all deep and Alpha. He leaned into Taehyung’s legs, lips parting around a breathless gasp, before he spoke. “Alpha, I want—I want t-to cum again, can I—can I touch myself? Please?”
“Of course, you can, pretty omega. I want to see you cum for me again, doll, I want to see that look on your face again.”
As he spoke, he continued to pet Yoongi’s hair, coaxing a low moan out of his throat. Yoongi palmed at his cock gently, rutting against his palm, eyelids fluttering when a wave of pleasure rode through him. He rolled his hips again, as he took Taehyung’s cock back into his mouth, still just as gentle. His free hand came up a moment later, to wrap around the rest of Taehyung’s length, stroking gently.
As Yoongi continued to roll his hips, grinding down against his own palm, he continued to drool on Taehyung’s cock, using his spit to help ease the slide of his hand. Taehyung, above him, was doing his best to keep his composure, to keep himself from thrusting his hips up into Yoongi’s mouth, to keep from knotting his mouth, because if he did, if he wasted his knot in the omega’s mouth, Yoongi would kill him.
But fuck, his mouth was sinful.
He already looked a mess, drooling on his knees at Taehyung’s feet, practically riding his own hand. Taehyung really hadn’t, in the past, seen the appeal in having an omega at his feet, hadn’t felt the need that his brothers had to drive someone that crazy, but perhaps, he was beginning to think, that was simply because he’d never had Yoongi at his feet before. There was something so desirable about this omega, and no other that Taehyung had ever met.
When Yoongi came, he sobbed around Taehyung’s cock, but didn’t back off. If anything, he sucked harder, almost as if he was intent on pulling an orgasm out of Taehyung.
Well, if that was what he wanted, Taehyung was happy to oblige him.
He let himself fall into the steady rhythm of Yoongi’s mouth, his hand, working him closer and closer to the edge. He was still trembling on the floor of the carriage, with the force of his own orgasm, and there were tears running down his face, but he hadn’t so much as paused. Before long, he brought his free hand up, to grip Taehyung’s thigh, and the way that his fingers, narrow and elegant, dug into Taehyung’s skin very nearly undid him.
“Pretty omega,” Taehyung said, voice rough, “if you do not want me to cum in your mouth—”
Yoongi pulled back, hand not pausing on Taehyung’s cock. “I want—I want to taste you. Want you to, to cum in my mouth, please? Please, want to feel you in my throat, Alpha, please.”
He leaned back in a moment later, tongue flicking at the slit of Taehyung’s cock, and this time, Taehyung moaned, head tipping backwards. He felt Yoongi laugh around his cock softly, before he sped up, nearly choking himself on Taehyung’s length. He didn’t seem to care that he was drooling, that he still had tears on his face, that he was making a mess of Taehyung’s thighs, and frankly, Taehyung didn’t either. Taehyung slipped his fingers back into Yoongi’s hair, scratching gently at his scalp, and Yoongi’s eyes snapped open, their gazes locking.
The heat in his gaze, pupils rimmed with gold, was enough to send Taehyung tumbling over the edge as his orgasm seized him, yanking through his insides. Yoongi hummed, pleased, as Taehyung came, mostly in his mouth, some spilling onto his lips, his chin. Taehyung’s fingers tightened slightly in his hair, holding him down for a moment longer, before pulling him back, tucking his hair behind his ear, pushing sweaty locks off of his forehead.
“Pretty omega,” he whispered, touching Yoongi’s jaw gently. He wiped his own mess from Yoongi’s mouth and chin with his thumb, smiling softly when Yoongi opened his mouth, expectation clear. He pressed his thumb between Yoongi’s lips, holding still as Yoongi licked it, clean, before withdrawing. “Better?”
Yoongi hummed, leaning against his leg. “I—for now, yes. I’m mostly too tired, to think about it, but that won’t last long.” Taehyung nodded slowly, petting his hair again. “You didn’t knot my mouth.”
“I didn’t figure that you’d appreciate it, if I did. I figured you’d want me to wait until I could knot you for real.” Yoongi shot him a soft smile, then nodded, turning his face into Taehyung’s thigh as he blushed. He stayed there for a while longer, allowing his own trembles to subside, still gripping Taehyung’s thigh in one hand, before he began to shift restlessly, thighs rubbing together.
He felt messy. His crotch was sticky with his release, and his hole—his hole felt empty, so empty, clenching around nothingness and dripping with slick. He didn’t want to bring it up, didn’t want to mention it, didn’t want to be a burden, but it was starting to hurt.
Taehyung let him sit there and squirm until Yoongi let out a soft, needy noise, pressing his face into Taehyung’s leg. His hand slid free of Yoongi’s hair, coming to rest on his jaw instead, thumb brushing his cheekbone gently. “Baby,” he whispered quietly, “what’s wrong? What do you need?”
“Hurts,” Yoongi whimpered.
Taehyung’s gaze softened. “What hurts, baby? Tell me, I want to know, I want to help make it not hurt.” Yoongi whined quietly, before clambering up into Taehyung’s lap, guided by Taehyung’s firm hands. He settled once he was straddling Taehyung’s thigh, pressing his face back into Taehyung’s neck, where he could nuzzle at his scent gland. “Pretty omega—”
“I’m leaking,” Yoongi whispered, face burning with shame. He hated that, hated the fact that he couldn’t help the mess, the fact that his body was screaming at him to bend over and present for this Alpha, his Alpha, and he couldn’t. “’m leaking and it hurts.”
“Oh, pretty omega,” Taehyung murmured softly, pressing his mouth to Yoongi’s temple.
“Alpha—Alpha, want you to fill me, want you inside, please. You said you would, you said—you said. I want your knot, please? Pretty please, Alpha—” he cut off into a moan as Taehyung reached around him, kneading at his thighs gently. Even there was sticky, slick beginning to soak through Yoongi’s pants, and after a few moments, Taehyung pushed his pants down, just enough to bare his cock and hole. “Alpha.”
As Taehyung pressed two fingers into Yoongi’s hole, the omega keened, high-pitched and needy. The intrusion, the stretch, hurt, but only because he was so sensitive, so overwhelmed. Taehyung hummed a soft apology, nuzzling the side of Yoongi’s head as he waited, patiently, for Yoongi to stop his soft little whimpers of pain.
As the pain began to subside, Yoongi pushed back slightly on Taehyung’s fingers, prompting him to move, slowly. Taehyung was thorough, just as he had been before, working very slowly to get Yoongi adjusted, first to the presence of his fingers, and then to the stretch, as he began to scissor him open slowly, coaxing more of those desperate sounds out of his throat.
“Alpha, Alpha—” Yoongi’s fingers curled around Taehyung’s arms, kneading at him gently as he panted against his neck. “Alpha, please, more, please—fill me—”
“Omega,” Taehyung whispered against his temple, as he pressed a third finger into Yoongi’s hole. Yoongi moaned, pushing back against him, then rutting forward, rubbing his now-bare cock against Taehyung’s thigh. “Oh, pretty omega, you smell so good.”
Yoongi’s movements were getting sloppy, each desperate thrust faltering as he trembled against Taehyung, pleading quietly against Taehyung’s throat. “Alpha—Alpha, want—want your knot, want it inside me, please, please, I’ll be good, I’ll—” he cut off with a moan that was half-satisfied, half-frustrated, pushing his hips backwards. “Taehyung, this isn’t fair.”
There was something about the way that Yoongi said his name that had Taehyung growling softly, head tipping back, baring his throat. He grabbed at the back of Yoongi’s neck with his free hand, and Yoongi let out a breathy, pleased sound, inhaling deeply against Taehyung’s scent gland. His lips parted against Taehyung’s neck, and Taehyung turned his head, to mouth at his cheekbone, his temple.
He was so caught up in the noises that he was pulling from Yoongi, he didn’t notice the omega moving, until he felt a hand groping at his cock. “Omega—baby, fuck—”
“I want—want your knot,” Yoongi said against Taehyung’s skin, shuddering as he clenched around Taehyung’s fingers. “I can, I can take it, I’m ready, you don’t have to baby me. Y-you won’t hurt me.”
Taehyung bit his lip, considering. In the carriage really wasn’t the best place to knot an omega, but he had a feeling that if he told Yoongi to wait, the omega would cry, and not from pleasure. That was the last thing he wanted—crying omegas broke his heart, every time, regardless of how he felt about them. A crying Yoongi could probably make him combust with shame. “Back on the floor,” he murmured. Yoongi obeyed without a word, gazing up at him with wide, desperate eyes. “Turn around, rest your arms on the other seat.”
As Yoongi moved, slowly, lacking any sort of grace due to his desperation, Taehyung tugged his shirt over his head, setting it aside. He knelt behind Yoongi, hands sliding up his sides, before he bent, to kiss his shoulder gently. Yoongi made a soft, hiccupping sound, but held still, as Taehyung reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it slowly upwards, before slipping it over Yoongi’s head, down his arms.
“Omega,” Taehyung whispered reverently, as he kissed Yoongi’s shoulder again. He fit his hands around Yoongi’s waist, and simply held him there for a few moments, breathing against his shoulder. They stayed there until Yoongi began to move, squirming, trying to push his hips back against Taehyung’s cock, and Taehyung chuckled, petting his side lightly, trying to soothe him. “Shh, baby, you’ll get what you want. Breathe for me.”
“Want it now,” Yoongi said, words slurring slightly with a combination of exhaustion and need. “You said—Alpha, you said I could have your knot, I want it, want it now.”
Taehyung couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, before he kissed the back of Yoongi’s neck. He reached between them, smearing his fingers through the slick coating Yoongi’s backside, using it to wet his cock, before he lined it up with Yoongi’s hole. He pushed into Yoongi in one smooth thrust, and Yoongi gasped, grabbing at the carriage seat to try and steady himself. He let out a tiny whimper, squeezing his eyes shut as he sucked in a breath, trying to relax.
It had been too long, since he’d had anything other than his own fingers inside his hole during a heat. He was used to waiting them out alone, rutting frantically against a pillow or the floor, trying desperately to fill himself up with his fingers, sobbing his way through the searing hot pain. This, too, was painful, but the pain was laced with pleasure, cushioned by Taehyung’s scent, the way that his hands felt against Yoongi’s skin, as he held his hip, free hand gripping his upper arm. As the pain from the stretch started to fade, Yoongi began to squirm, pushing his hips backwards against Taehyung, urging him to move.
“Alpha—Alpha, fuck me, please? I need you.”
Taehyung moaned softly, adjusting his grip on Yoongi slightly. As he did, Yoongi grabbed at his hand, gripping him tightly. Taehyung leaned down, to kiss the back of his neck, as he pulled out slightly, before thrusting back in.
Yoongi held still as Taehyung fucked him, moaning into the seat underneath him, squeezing his hand tightly. He was holding him so tightly that his nails were biting into Taehyung’s skin, almost hard enough to draw blood, as Taehyung mouthed at the back of his neck, then nipped at the top of his spine. “You’re so pretty,” Taehyung whispered against his skin. “My pretty omega, beautiful little baby, you’re so perfect.”
“Alpha,” Yoongi panted quietly, as he began to squirm underneath Taehyung, grinding back against his cock. “Alpha, Taehyung, gimme—give me your knot, please.” Taehyung growled, pushing his face against the back of Yoongi’s head, one arm winding around his waist, his other arm wrapping around his shoulders, holding him tightly. He could feel his knot beginning to swell, and his lips pulled back over his teeth, in a low growl.
“Baby—”
“Bite me,” Yoongi breathed softly. “Bite me, Alpha, claim me. I want to—wanna be yours, wanna be your omega, please, Alpha, please?”
“Say my name,” Taehyung gritted out, as Yoongi whimpered, Taehyung’s knot swelling inside of him, stretching, just past the point of painful. “Say my name, Yoongi, baby.”
“Taehyung,” Yoongi gasped out, fresh tears spilling free and dripping down his face. He bit at his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, trying to hold back a desperate sound, before he spoke again. “Taehyung, please, gimme your knot, gimme your mark.”
Taehyung growled again, then sank his teeth into Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi whined, going perfectly still, as Taehyung clamped down on his neck, hard enough to draw blood, pushing his knot somehow further into Yoongi’s hole. He moaned softly, as he began to relax underneath Taehyung, body going limp.
When Taehyung released his neck, he licked over the sound that he had left, pulling a low moan from Yoongi’s throat. He nuzzled into his neck, kissing at Yoongi’s jaw, his neck. “Beautiful baby,” he murmured softly, hugging Yoongi tightly. Yoongi was still crying, but his sobs had subsided slightly, face damp with tears. “You’re so beautiful, such a pretty omega. I love you so much.” Yoongi turned his head, nuzzling at the underside of Taehyung’s jaw gently. He nipped at the hinge of Taehyun’s jaw, and Taehyung huffed out a quiet laugh, smiling. “Cute.”
“I want—will you kiss me?”
Taehyung hummed softly, before capturing Yoongi’s mouth in a kiss. It was wet, and messy, and unrefined, but it had Yoongi moaning in a matter of seconds, as another orgasm plucked at his insides. He shuddered underneath Taehyung, grip tightening slightly, before relaxing. When Taehyung broke the kiss, Yoongi whined softly, cutting off when Taehyung kissed him again.
“’m sleepy,” Yoongi mumbled against his mouth. Taehyung smiled at him, then kissed the back of his neck, nuzzling at the back of Yoongi’s head.
“Sleep, then. I’ll keep you safe.”
***
When Yoongi woke, he was warm, buried under a thick blanket. He blinked his eyes open, squinting against the sunlight that was streaming through the open windows, across the room from the bed that he was curled up on. He sniffed delicately, smiling to himself when he caught Taehyung’s scent on the air.
He rolled over, moaning softly as the movement pulled at delightfully sore muscles. Everything hurt, but in the most wonderfully pleasurable way. He reached out, to grab a pillow, pushing his face into it and inhaling again, allowing Taehyung’s scent to blanket his mind.
He wasn’t sure how long he laid there, bathing in the smell of Taehyung, the warmth settling deep in his stomach. It seeped into his body, coiling in his gut, warmth turning into want, need.
After a few seconds, Yoongi wrapped a hand around his bare cock, stroking gently. His eyelids fluttered, as sharp sparks of pleasure ran through him, and he bit into the pillow to hold back a low moan.
He was almost embarrassed, by how quickly he came, trembling through an orgasm, but any humiliation was drowned out by the overwhelming feeling of emptiness. He clenched down around nothing, slick leaking out of his hole, and he whimpered into the pillow, rutting forward against his hand. He reached back, to press two fingers against his hole, wincing at the pain—he was sensitive, so sensitive, from taking Taehyung’s knot the day before.
With his free hand, he reached for his neck, touching the bite mark gently. The pain made him moan, and he pushed harder, trying to push backwards against his fingers, trying valiantly to drive them deeper.
“Alpha,” he moaned softly.
He startled when he heard the bedroom door open, pulling his fingers free and looking towards the door quickly. Taehyung had just stepped inside, and his gaze went soft when he saw the soft, needy look on Yoongi’s face. “Oh, baby,” he said softly. He walked quickly towards the bed, crawling up onto it and bending down to kiss him, pulling a low moan from Yoongi’s throat. “Pretty omega, I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to leave you alone for so long, I’m sorry.”
“Alpha—Alpha, inside, want you inside—”
“Okay,” Taehyung murmured, kissing him once more, then reached down to pull Yoongi into position, flat on his back, legs spread. Yoongi arched backwards, baring his throat, and Taehyung slid out of his pants, before settling between Yoongi’s thighs. He stroked his cock gently, then bent over Yoongi, slipping his cock into Yoongi’s hole. Yoongi moaned, grabbing at him, pulling him closer. Taehyung hummed, kissing him again, wet and sloppy. “My beautiful, darling omega.”
“Keep me forever,” Yoongi whispered against his mouth, closing his eyes as Taehyung’s thrusts sped up. “Bite—bite me again, bite me again, Alpha, please?”
“Say my name.”
“Taehyung,” Yoongi moaned. “Bite me again.”
Taehyung growled, and Yoongi moaned, head dropping back, baring his throat. He stared at Yoongi’s neck for a long few moments, before surging forward, fucking his cock deep into Yoongi as he sank his teeth into his neck, reopening the wound that he had left the night before. Yoongi raked his nails down Taehyung’s back, leaving red lines in his wake, and Taehyung snarled against his throat, his knot swelling as Yoongi squirmed underneath him.
Yoongi whimpered when he felt his orgasm yank through him, rutting up against Taehyung’s stomach. Taehyung hummed, as he released Yoongi’s neck, nuzzling gently at the wound, uncaring for the blood that was now smeared across his cheeks.
“I love you,” Yoongi breathed, wincing at the stretch of Taehyung’s knot in his hole. “I love you, Alpha, Taehyung, I love you.” Taehyung smiled wolfishly at him, then bent to kiss him gently, nipping at his lower lip. Yoongi’s lips parted, as he allowed Taehyung to kiss him for a few moments, before Yoongi began to lick the blood from Taehyung’s face.
“I love you, beautiful doll, Yoongi, baby. My omega.” Yoongi hummed happily, relaxing back against the mattress as Taehyung nuzzled at the underside of his jaw, rubbing his nose along Yoongi’s scent gland. “My pretty little star.”
Yoongi laughed breathlessly, as Taehyung adjusted them slightly, so he could drape his body over Yoongi, blanketing him in warmth. He kissed him gently, coaxing a soft little moan out of Yoongi’s throat, then settled back down, pushing his face back into Yoongi’s neck.
They laid there silently for a long few moments, breathing each other in, before Yoongi shifted slightly. “’m cold,” he whimpered. “Alpha, I’m cold.”
Taehyung smiled, then reached for the blankets, pulling them over them. Yoongi laughed breathlessly, fingers curling around Taehyung’s upper arms, holding him close. Taehyung kissed his jaw, then the bite mark, petting Yoongi’s sides gently. “Better?”
“Mhm. Love you.”
“Love you, too, baby.”
End