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Minho had always understood himself to be a non-typical omega.
He wasn't necessarily as big and powerful as most alphas, but he was objectively bigger, taller, stronger and a lot faster than any average omega. His skin complexion, like any other omegas, was smooth and soft. Honey-toned, reminiscent of the times when he spent his days under the radiant glow of the Sun while in training, his body developing and adapting to a life amongst the wilderness.
He was a late bloomer, presented as an omega at the ripe age of eighteen; when the normal age of presenting was as early as thirteen-year-old. And though his case wasn't typically unheard of, but within his kin; it was considered extremely rare.
Most of the people who knew him back then expected him to be an alpha, to continue his family's legacy. To expand the line of strong leaders within their pack. Or if not, then a beta at the very least, able to perform diplomatic arrangements, settlements and the likes. It went completely past their heads the possibility of Minho being an omega, not until the day came that he presented and his features slowly began to soften, his face becoming more and more androgynous as he went through his first heat alone inside his own personal chamber.
During the same day; he was dutifully declared to be married off. It was to an alpha, only a year older than him, from a neighboring pack.
That was 5 years ago.
Minho was never your typical omega. And he pride himself for it. He was never shy for looking the way he was: lean, strong, steely and sharp. And even though he would oftentimes get curious looks from other people, he made sure that it never bothered him.
“Are you sure you're an omega?”
But, if this person seriously questioned him again one more time…
“You are a bit big for an omega, aren't you? Like, not even kidding,” Chan, the same alpha he was set to marry back then, who also happened to be his so-called "husband" now, pointed out for the nth time tonight. “I mean, you smell like one I guess. But damn, who knew, judging solely on how you look, that you actually are one.”
Minho let out a silent exhale through his nose. The exhaustion brought by today's event was slowly creeping its way to his system, raising the aggravation he felt with each comment made by the other man. His mind started to conjure various ways of killing off the said man standing not far from him. He wondered how much trouble it would get him if he tried to end the annoying alpha's life right then and there during their wedding night.
It was almost tempting, not being mated to such an annoying knot-head, and he was so close to actually just let out steam by doing so. But as much as he wanted to end the day in violence for his own sake, he did not want to incite war upon their neighboring pack by, quote and quote: "accidentally", pushing their alpha representative out of the second story window. Not only that, but he has his pack's image to uphold, and a duty he had to successfully soldier through.
“Also, damn, you're kinda ripped too, huh? I mean, not as impressive as me of course, but you obviously put in effort into your body. Quite peculiar for an omega, but you do you I suppose.”
“Thank you,” Minho replied flatly, voice devoid of any gratitude and eyes apathetic beyond measure.
“No problem.” Chan raised his chin, giving him a lopsided grin.
Minho was always known for his calm and collected demeanor, yet the act in itself somehow irked the omega strongly.
So, before he could muster up any restraint to stop himself, the insult had already left his mouth. “Also, it is not my fault that you are small,” he said, arms folded as his eyes honed in sharply at the other. “Maybe, instead of questioning me if I'm an omega, ask yourself first if you truly are an alpha.” He finished by eyeing the alpha from head to toe and back up.
A condescending gleam then twinkled in the alpha's eyes and he puffed his chest out, standing in a way to appear bigger than he actually was.
It almost humored Minho.
Chan pounded a fist on his chest before speaking, “Oh, kitten, there is absolutely nothing small about me. And I am an alpha beyond any reasonable doubt.” He then patted on one of his toned thighs, “The proof lies between my thighs.” And he, with all his audacity, smirked right after.
Minho suppressed the urge to openly roll his eyes out of vexation at the other man's indecent implications. It appeared he was nothing short of a pervert. Maybe he truly was an alpha after all.
“I suggest you refrain from calling me any subservient nicknames, lest you want any of your body parts maimed.”
“Well I'm just being true. It's not like I'm small. And mind you, you're only a couple inches taller than me,” Chan explained.
And it was true, the omega did stand a few inches above the alpha. This was also one of the reasons why the other couldn't stop making unsolicited comments about the omega's stature. It was just so uncommon to him. Omegas were supposed to be petite, fragile and personality wise; a lot more submissive than how this particular omega with him was.
Minho only stared at him, not bothering to make any retort. This day had fully drained him, reflecting on how his eyes appeared lethargic, and it wasn't even done yet.
It had been a couple of hours ago after their supposed wedding ended. The two had spent the entire day completing their marriage ceremony along with all the things that came after, i.e: the wedding reception, dinner, post-wedding program and the likes, all before being escorted by two of their packs betas, who served as their chauffeurs, to a luxury room inside the three story manor owned by Chan's family.
Both of them had spent hours parading the perfect image of two newly weds in front of their oh so many guests. That included close friends, families and other pack members who the two have only recently met today. Minho's facial muscles were already aching with all the fake smiles he had to put up in front of their guests, and he wondered why the alpha was still able to retain such act, even after all of it was over. To say it was all so tiring would be a historical understatement. Given all the practices they did in order to pull through with the ceremony with rehearsed precision, it was safe to assume that it was a success.
Exhausting, but a success.
But the whole ordeal had yet to stop there.
The two, still fully clothed, had long been standing inside what was supposed to be their shared room for almost half an hour now. And yes, they were to consummate their marriage here. To copulate and complete their bond as mates in order to fulfill the pact that would bind their respective packs together.
Chan was the son of the esteemed leaders of the Bang pack. An heir to one of the most well-established and highly regarded group of elites in their lands. He was set to marry Minho soon after the younger presented as an omega. The two packs were both high in terms of social status, and it would mark as a symbolic accolade to have both such powerful groups be joined together by having the two be mates. It was all for the good of their packs.
And yet, Minho hated it.
Minho hated everything about it. He hated how it had to be him. He hated how easy it was for his family to make him feel like he didn't have any choice on the matter. How in spite it literally being his whole life on the line, they didn't seem to care; so long as the pact was made in order to solidify a higher political ranking in society.
He had always thought that someday he would be able to leave his pack. To start fresh on his own. To discover what's more to life outside the confinement of the well-endowed Lees. To explore more of what the world can offer, and to grow as someone who was free to decide for himself.
Yet now he was here, inside the four walls of this well-furnished room that smelled heavily of clean cloth and fabric conditioner, waiting to be claimed by this annoyingly smug and giggling dunce.
All because he was an omega.
Oh how he truly detested this day.
Minho was smart, he was strong both in mind and in physique. He knew he was capable of achieving more, of being great, and he wanted absolutely more than to just be a pup-bearer to some egocentric alpha he didn't even want or truly knew.
There had always been a negative stereotype towards his kind. How they were often seen as people who were underneath, who served, who were pliant to each and every desire their alphas held.
Did he want to have a family someday? Maybe, sure. But he wanted it to be on his own terms, not because he had an obligation to follow through. He'd seen how omegas who were not from the main family in their pack were treated. Given the conservative background of the Lees, he has witnessed how so many of them were deprived of making decisions for themselves; that even leaving their threshold was frowned upon, unless of course, allowed by their mates. It was such an unevolved lifestyle, so backward. And yet, since it was what kept their pack on top, no one ever batted an eye.
Not one except for him.
In the past, back when he was first informed of who he was set to marry, he had wondered if the Bangs were any different. If they had moved past the barbaric stereotypical way of living he'd grown used to. He had hoped; even prayed back then, that they were more understanding, more progressive than his original pack.
But that hope soon crashed down when he saw how the alpha he was betrothed to acted during their first meeting. How the older would glare and growl at any other alpha, and even beta, who would come in close proximity to him.
“It's actually so weird seeing an omega taller than me. I don't even remember you being that tall when we first met, but I guess it is what it is.” Chan shrugged, his whole body oozing with arrogance that left a foul taste in the omega's mouth.
“Don't you have anything better to say or do other than observe and make comments on how I look?”
Chan raised an eyebrow at that. “Well I'm just saying-”
“Well stop saying anything,” Minho finally snapped, quick to interject his words. The sudden interference catching the alpha off guard.
“What's with the attitude?” Chan said, frowning.
And Minho felt like screaming with how agonizingly slow this person was. “I don't know, you tell me. I have been subjected to listening to you run that mouth of yours ever since we got here, and I along with every fiber, every cell in my body is tired. So please, pray tell. What is with my attitude?”
Chan had been very brass with his demeanor since earlier today, confident with how he carried himself all throughout the ceremony and the events that followed. But at that very moment, he found himself floundering for words upon hearing the omega.
Minho's voice was steely and dripping heavily with sarcasm.
And Chan has never heard of him talk that way ever; he was genuinely surprised. He did manage to gather his thoughts fairly quickly though, replying, “Geez, I just wanted to start a conversation. You haven't actually spoken to me more than just the casual talks you know.”
Minho wanted to scoff but chose to glare at the alpha instead. “Yeah because making comments on how I look, questioning whether I truly am an omega or not really makes me want to worship the land you walk on and to stare lovingly in your eyes as we talk about how this day unfolded. Don't be a dunderhead, Chan.”
Minho had been nothing but patient all throughout the day. He promised his parents that he will be good, that he will make them proud. He knew what he was doing now was unbecoming of an omega. His father had spoken to him countless of times with regards to his attitude; and how it brought nothing but disgrace to his family.
So despite the constant remarks he'd gotten from Chan, despite how every comment would douche on his ego; making him feel less and less good about the way he looked, he still chose to be the bigger person. Just so he could respect his father and honor his wishes. But even the most holy of saints have their tipping point.
Chan was caught off guard. No one has ever talked to him like that, not even on accident. He felt as if his pride as the prodigal son of the Bang pack's great leaders had been heavily stricken.
Minho saw how the alpha's forehead scrunched.
“I'm not a dunderhead,” Chan claimed, he sounded genuinely offended, maybe even hurt. “I'm not dumb.”
And this got Minho annoyed. Because somehow, despite of himself, he still felt a little bit of remorse. It was mostly due to how he was raised by his mom. To always be empathetic regardless of the situation. It would just come naturally to him now.
And it wasn't fair.
Chan seemed to be fine with every unsolicited comment he made towards him, but how come he has to feel bad for insulting the other back? He didn't want to feel bad, he wanted to hold on to that anger he felt just now.
And yet, he still did.
“I'm actually very smart,” Chan continued, now crossing his arms. “I graduated on top of my class and I have composed so many songs and hymns that I already lost count. My friends and family have told me that I am a protege.”
Minho couldn't help but think of how childlike the other was being. The puff on his cheeks being an indication to his level of maturity; explaining to him why he was, in fact, not dumb and whatnot. He was also using his fingers to list a couple of his achievements.
Minho contemplated if he had been a little too rude to the alpha. He argued that he was merely giving him the same energy he'd been getting for the past couple of hours. Yet here he was, feeling bad for insulting the other to the point where said other was explaining himself to him in detail as to how and why he was not stupid. He cursed at his omega heart for being soft.
“And mind you, at the age of seven I finished a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle all by myself in the span of one week. Even my dad couldn't do it. And, oh, when I was-”
Minho sighed loudly, effectively cutting the other off, yet again. “You know what, whatever. Let's just get this over with. I'm tired and I want to get this done quickly so I can sleep already.” He really didn't want to argue with the other anymore. And what he'd give to just get all of this over and done with.
Chan frowned at him, eyes squinting. How dare this omega interrupt his speech when he still had so much more to brag about. He wanted to argue back, tell him not to speak to him that way since he was an alpha of high caliber, and who many respected. But as he looked at the other again, truly observing the other now, he finally saw just how tired Minho actually was. Something he'd missed earlier.
Minho's under eyes were dark and baggy; and his overall look, despite still looking very attractive, if he may say so himself, was clearly that of exhaustion.
Chan wasn't one to back down from an argument. He's known to be incredibly militant both in his words and his actions. And was even more so when made aware that he was in the right. But right now he knew that the omega was tired. And that made him concede.
For now.
And so, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, he spoke, “Okay. It's now or never I guess. Let's just do this so we can be done with it.”
“Finally,” Minho couldn't help but mutter under his breath.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Chan squinted at him again. “Don't go making snarky comments again.”
“Bold coming from you.”
And Chan couldn't help but smile at that for a bit. “Ha, I am bold, glad you noticed.”
“Sure,” Minho stated flatly.
Chan decided to ignore what he said as to not aggravate the omega again. What he did, though, was finally sit on the bed they were to share. “As much as you and I clash, the sole reason why we're still here is to be mates. And they'd probably be able to tell in the morning whether we did it or not. So might as well take your clothes off and join me here.” He then patted the space next to where he was seated, signaling for Minho to hop on the big, king-size bed with him.
For some reason that had Minho inwardly panicking. “Don't tell me what to do. I'll get on the bed on my own accord.”
“I am the alpha heir to the Bang pack, you can't speak to me this way,” Chan declared.
“Well I just did.”
“Then stop.”
“No.”
“Hmm, you're a lot brattier than you initially let on, huh?” Chan pointed out, using his thumb and forefinger to rub at his chin as he eyed the omega who still stood before him.
“I am what I want myself to be.”
They continued to look straight at each other's eyes. Their pupils honed in at each other in an act of defiance and in contemplative observation. Minho felt it; there was a big part of him wanting to look away. Maybe it was due to his innate omega instinct telling him to do so, or perhaps it was simply from the way he was trained on how to treat his alpha.
In the end, even though he was putting up an admirable fight, he knew this was still all futile. That in the end they would still have to do this "thing" in order for the mating to be considered a success. And so, despite the pang he felt in his chest at the blow on his pride, he still gave ground. He reminded himself why he had to do this. That it was all for the glory of his pack. And he would strike himself dead before he brought them shame, regardless of how much he disliked their traditional lifestyle. This alliance was important to them, and as much as he hated that it had to be him, he knew deep in his heart he could never willingly compromise his pack's image.
“I will be undressing my clothes off now,” Minho finally announced, he was now looking at anywhere else other than Chan. “And I'm doing this because it's a choice I made, not because you told me to.” He made sure to let the other know.
Chan couldn't contain the grin that shaped his lips. “Sure.”
Minho glared at him from the side of his eyes, but decided not to indulge the alpha by keeping his thoughts to himself. The lilac-colored blouse shirt he wore was made solely of silk. It looked and felt velvety and was partnered with a velvet dress pants that hugged the curves of his ass, legs and thighs perfectly. He made quick work of them, effectively removing every morsel of clothing he has, determined to just get the whole damn thing over and done with.
By the time he was butt naked, Chan was already ogling at him without any semblance of shame, mouth parted open as his eyes roamed all over the omega's very exposed body. “Well damn,” he started, wide eyes taking in every inch of the omega's body. “You're so-”
“Big, yeah, I know. I'm big, I'm huge, I'm a whale. Is there anything else you'd like to say that's filled with disdain or disgust? Because if we are to copulate now, then I could do so without having to hear any more of your insults. So might as well express how much you hate how I look now before you go and fuck me.” Minho's face looked solemn and he was crossing his arms over his chest when he said all that.
He was hiding them because Chan was staring directly at them and he didn't know if the alpha was judging them or not. He did feel like it was the former though, given how that's what the alpha had been making him feel ever since they got here, and he was just absolutely tired of it. Tired of Chan's insults; and he really didn't want to go through with it while he's being fucked and claimed by him. It made him question himself if he really did take pride on how he looked. It wasn't a very nice feeling.
Chan immediately went to reprimand himself, now looking compunctious as he pondered over what Minho said in response to his action.
Minho looked visibly upset, despite how much he did not want his emotions to show, it was still very much visible on how his forehead had scrunched and how the intensity in his eyes seemed to waver as the moment dragged on shifting from anger to that of sadness.
Chan decided to clear the air. He could sense that Minho was truly upset now, could smell it in the air that wafted around him. “I wasn't- I was just surprised you know. Usually omegas are sma-”
“Well I'm big, get over it.”
“Yeah, sure, okay,” Chan replied, suddenly feeling bad. “I'm...I'm sorry, I wasn't…I didn't mean to make you feel bad. It's just that I'm not used to seeing you, the whole you, like this yet. Hence why I couldn't stop myself from voicing out my observation. And it's not to say I dislike looking at you, you are very easy on the eyes.”
If Minho felt surprised at the sudden admittance, he didn't show it. He tried to calm himself down before replying by taking a deep breath. “Whatever,” he mumbled. He decided not to dwell on it any longer. The thought of not being good enough for the alpha would only hinder himself from going through with the mating. “Anyway, I don't know if you have the common sense for this, but you have to remove your clothes as well, unless you want to jam your still clothed cock inside me. If you could make that work then go for it, if not then I suggest you strip off as well.”
“Still making fun of my intelligence I see,” Chan pointed out, quick to catch the underlying implications, though there was no actual bite in his tone.
“Just do it.” Minho rolled his eyes heavenward as he sighed and Chan only pressed his lips into a thin line; looking like a puppy who caught a whiff of its master's treats.
The omega then took a seat on the edge of the bed where he was the closest to. As his anger slowly subsided, the reality of what was about to happen finally dawned in on him. He tried to calm the anxiousness he was feeling by slowly breathing in and out, not wanting to appear nervous than how he was already feeling.
To distract himself, he made a bold move to observe the alpha who was now removing his own pieces of clothings. He thought that he may have appeared more excited than how he truly was upon realizing that Chan was rather slow with his movements as compared to him. He berated himself for it, he did not want to give the impression that he was happy and eager about this.
During his observation, he couldn't help but take note of Chan's entire appearance. The alpha had finally removed his tunic top revealing all that were underneath: well-toned abs, a pair of nice pecs and very broad shoulders. It wouldn't take one to be a scholar to know that Chan was incredibly well-built; and as some may say, hot. And Minho can admit, even to just himself, that the alpha was quite handsome. The discipline he has in maintaining such physique was commendable if Minho would say so himself. The alpha might be a menace and arguably a living dunce and a knot-head, but even that won't erase the fact that he was quite good looking.
Minho thought that maybe Chan did deserve an omega who was objectively more fitted to be with him. Someone who's pretty and not as much of a contrarian like he was. He felt sorry for Chan and for himself, they deserved better, they really did. But alas, this was a duty he has to uphold; and it was his life and his pack's image that were on the line as well.
Chan seemed to take notice of the lingering feeling from the pair of eyes which were on him. And so, being his ever so proud self, he decided to put on a show by flexing his chest and biceps, his muscles rippling under the smooth expanse of his pale skin; all the while sending Minho a smirk that the omega can only describe as rebarbative.
Minho rolled his eyes at that. He chose to ignore the little sets of giggles he heard soon as he looked away.
And so finally, after discarding all his clothes, leaving only his socks and boxers on, the alpha then went back to the bed, sitting on the far end, opposite to Minho.
“Took you long enough,” Minho commented, wanting to shake off the awkwardness he was feeling by making a snarky remark. “I'm very sure I aged a couple of years already with how slow you were moving.”
“Looks like someone's excited for my knot, color me surprised,” Chan teased, because why wouldn't he.
“Color me satisfied once I bite off that knot you seem to take pride on.”
Suddenly apprehensive, Chan became a lot paler after hearing Minho's threat. Because of this, his freckles immediately stood out which Minho hadn't even noticed were there. They weren't very pigmented but they were there, painting some sort of definitive texture onto Chan's porcelain skin.
Fought hard as he may, Minho couldn't lie to himself that he did find them cute. But he would never admit that out loud, first out of his own pride and stubbornness, and second because he knew it would only boost the already egocentric alpha's bloated ego. He did not want to deal with that.
A few more minutes went by and Chan finally decided to pull off his underwear. It revealed his cock which was still pretty much flaccid, any semblance of his knot pretty much unseen yet.
It only took Minho one look at the appendage dangling in between the alpha's thighs before he redirected his eyes onto somewhere else. The abstract painting hanging on the wall seemingly became more and more fascinating. Minho forced himself to not think about Chan's exposed genital and even his knot. How they'll most probably be inside him sooner rather than later. A sudden urge to just flee from all this hit him, but he immediately shook the feeling away. He needed to be strong. For his family, for his pack.
His eyes were only torn away from the painting when he heard shuffling from the opposite side of the bed. He looked to the direction and saw Chan sporting a determined expression as he moved closer to where the omega was. He edged closer to him.
When Chan finally got close, he looked at Minho's face, eyes burning with determination, before closing them and leaning in to press a kiss on the omega's lips.
Minho wasn't able to fully comprehend what was happening before he felt a warm, wet sensation prodding against his lips. As it appeared; Chan was actually licking at his lips.
It was quite unappealing if Minho was being honest. It was awkward, devoid of any passion and maybe even a little bit disgusting. It was weird, to say the least.
“Do we really have to kiss?” he mumbled while Chan was still kissing and licking and perhaps even nibbling lightly at his lips.
They then both pulled away.
“I guess we don't have to, which is good considering you're quite awful at this,” Chan replied, smirking pompously. “You obviously don't know how to kiss.”
Minho knew Chan was only trying to aggravate him. To get under his skin like he'd been doing since this day started.
And yet it worked, because how dare this man speak lowly of his ability to perform such menial task which was kissing, when he was quite capable of pulling through with such action.
Minho's eyes immediately narrowed. “I am perfectly capable of kissing,” he proclaimed. Using both his hands, he then quickly cupped each side of Chan's face, making sure the angle was right. He openly ignored the slight surprise in the alpha's eyes, before literally pushing his lips against the other as he leaned in, kissing him with as much determination. He was fueled solely by spite and his eagerness to prove his point.
And with that, they kissed.
Again.
This time, though, the kiss didn't feel as bad as it did during the first try. If anything, Minho felt a little bit of stirring in his stomach, in which he also openly ignored, as Chan reciprocated the kiss with movements of his own, their tongue swirling as one in an attempt to explore each other's mouth.
They were still pretty much uncoordinated, though. And the kiss still felt wet and just weird. But somehow it was a step towards the right direction.
“How's that for not knowing how to kiss,” Minho said after pulling away. His expression was blank, but if Chan noticed how red his ears had become, then the alpha simply chose not to speak of it.
“Hmm, not bad,” Chan answered while licking his lips.
He didn't want to admit it but the kiss actually felt really nice, although still being a little bit sloppy. But it didn't really matter since the omega tasted way better than he'd imagine.
The alpha then maneuvered himself up on the bed until he was resting his back against the headrest. He spread out his legs wide; and once he was comfortable he motioned for Minho using his hand. “Alrighty then, come closer to me and use your mouth to make me hard, omega.”
One perfectly trimmed eyebrow automatically raised at the alpha's tone.
Yeah, no, that was not going to work for him.
“First and foremost, you do not call me 'omega'. Never address me as such.” Minho looked pointedly at Chan, as if to nail the message deeply inside the older's head. “Also, I would like for you to refrain from ever talking to me using such condescending tone. I am an omega and I have vowed to do my duty as your husband and soon-to-be mate to the best of my capabilities. But I will not stand for your inaptitude for basic respect while asking me to perform anything. And unless you want to wake up one day as an alpha no longer, if you know what I mean, then I suggest you respect my wishes.” He then finished his whole monologue with a stern look.
Chan blinked at him for a few times, caught completely off guard. “Damn, you sure love to leave threats.”
“Not a threat, a promise.”
“We're not even mates yet and you're already nagging me.” Chan was somewhat humoured.
The omega, on the other hand, remained stern; his eyes conveying the seriousness of his whole dialogue as he glowered at the alpha.
“You're probably the strangest omega I have ever met.”
“It is what it is.”
“Well, you do know for me to actually be able to fuck you, you'd have to get me hard, right?” Chan informed rhetorically. “So if you want this to move quickly, then I suggest you suck it up. Or in this case, suck my cock.” He then grinned.
Minho wanted to bite his nose off.
He really did.
But sadly, and as much as it pained him to admit it, the alpha was right.
Minho could do nothing but sigh, he felt as if everything was getting more and more complicated. Have mating rituals ever really been this daunting of a task? He really wished he knew.
After a momentary bit of hesitation, he decided to just get on with it as he finally moved closer to where the alpha was, kneeling in between his spread out legs. His eyebrows were furrowed as he then observed Chan's cock as the alpha just sat there in anticipation.
“Can't you get it hard on your own?” he then asked, raising his eyes to meet Chan's.
“I mean I could, but where's the fun in that?” the smug alpha replied with a shrug. That got him a glare from Minho. He only gave him a teasing look. “Come on, does the little kitty not know how—gahh!” But before he could even finish his question, his words already got caught in his throat as Minho, without any prior warning, sank his head down towards his crotch area, effectively putting the alpha's genital inside his mouth in one quick succession. “Holy ffff—hnnghh”
Just as much as Chan choked on his words; Minho found himself struggling and choking as well on the hot flesh that was slowly but surely expanding inside his mouth, filling up the space there. He was an amateur at this; and he found that it was a bit hard to breathe as his airway slowly felt like it was getting blocked by the rod that was the alpha's cock, as he continued to try and take in more of the length.
He then pulled away, coughing for a bit, hands reaching up to lightly massage the part of his neck where his throat was.
All this was honestly just too messy for him. He had spit running down his chin, his throat kinda hurt and he just really couldn't find the appeal people talk about when it came to sex.
“You need to relax,” Chan advised when he was finally able to form words again.
Easier said than done , Minho thought.
Gathering his resolve, he went and tried at it again. This time he took in much less of Chan in his mouth. He decided to make an experimental suck at the head, and contemplated whether he disliked the taste or not. Turned out, he wasn't as bothered by it than he had initially thought. He'd eaten far weirder tasting food than this, courtesy of his best friend Jisung of course. He'd been subjected to the beta's cooking for so long; he's surprised his taste buds were still working. Anyway, he found that Chan's cock didn't taste bad, as persé, even though it still didn't taste that good either. It was more or less okay.
He was still sucking at Chan's length, cheeks hollow while making sure not to force it in too deep this time, when he felt it twitch inside his mouth. That immediately caught him off guard and he quickly pulled away.
That felt very strange.
“You'll need to breathe through your nose, also try to relax your throat, that way it'll open up more,” Chan instructed.
“It's so easy to say all that when you're not the one actually doing it,” Minho remarked, pulling away to get a look on how he did.
By the looks of it; Minho did a pretty fair job at making him hard. He wasn't completely there at maximum level yet, but he was quite close. Minho decided to lean in back again, putting Chan's length inside his mouth to suck at it until he was completely erect. After a few more moments, he then felt a hand tap on his shoulder. When he looked up he saw that Chan's eyes were on him already, hinting that it was most probably time to continue on with the mating. Minho finally pulled back and Chan reached for his cock; stroking it while using Minho's saliva as lube to keep it hard.
Minho's mind suddenly went into haywire. This was it. This was the moment where he was gonna get fucked by this pain-in-the-ass. And perhaps there was some literal sense in that. Would it really hurt? He never had anything bigger than a finger or two in there and so he didn't know. He was a virgin after all. It was a protocol he had to follow as part of the main family, to stay a virgin until the day he was bedded by his mate.
“Hey,” Chan called out, pulling the omega out of his thoughts.
“Yeah?”
“Would you like to ride me?” he asked. He looked quite flushed, the tinge of pink settling in nicely on his face, ears and neck.
A confused expression settled onto Minho's face. “Ride you?” he asked, genuinely perplexed.
“Yeah, why not.” Chan's pupils had started to look dilated; signaling that he was already quite aroused.
“Are you a stallion of some sort?” Minho was straight up confused. He did not know why Chan wanted him to ride him as if he was some kind of mount.
It was pretty obvious how the omega lacked knowledge when it came to sexual intercourse. It was tradition in their family that an omega must be taught about sex by experiencing it first hand with their alpha. In short, Chan was the one to teach him about sex and how to do it. And as one could guess so far, the alpha wasn't really the best at it.
Chan laughed, like really laughed. It was genuine and bright and Minho couldn't help but smile as well with how contagious it was. This alpha really was gorgeous.
“What's so funny? I'm asking you legitimate questions.”
“Never knew you could be this cute but hey, you continue to surprise me.” Chan was still giggling when he said that, and he meant it. “I just thought that it might be easier for you to, yah know, get it in if you're on top of me.” He then pointed at his cock. “Since it's your first time and all that, you might want to be able to… err... control how it slides in.”
Minho purposely ignored the compliment he had gotten from the alpha, and instead thought about what he said right after. He knew himself to be smart, it was a fact. And so when he finally put two and two together, he felt the overwhelming desire to just hide under the mattress and have his body undergo fermentation down there as he finally realized what Chan was trying to propose. “Oh.”
“Yep,” Chan said. “Or if you want to, we can do it while we're on our sides, like spooning, that's also a thing. Or you can lay on your back, or even on all fours if you want. Though with those I'd be the one doing most of the moving and sliding in, but I can always be slow and careful with it. But of course that's for you to decide.”
There's a weird feeling inside Minho's chest at the thought of Chan being this knowledgeable at sex. It made him glare at the alpha.
“What?” Chan immediately asked, a bit baffled with the way Minho seemed to be upset with him again.
“How do you know all this stuff, weren't we supposed to be both virgins since our protocol required it? Have you been doing it with someone else before?” Minho questioned, sounding genuinely mad.
Chan was quick to clear things up though. “What? No! I promise I'm not like that,” he exasperated, raising both his hands. “It's because of my best friend Changbin. He's an alpha as well, got recently mated and so he kept on bragging about it. He also taught me about the different positions and all that since he believed it'll come in handy during our honeymoon. Technically he was right.”
Upon hearing Chan's explanation Minho's eyes have once again softened. Feeling slightly perturbed at the fact that he became upset at the thought of Chan doing it with someone else other than him. He reasoned that it was merely because of fairness, if he was a virgin going into this, then so should Chan. He then huffed out a breath and decided to look at the older's cock instead, observing it as a form of distraction.
It was big, he noted. It looked thick and long, truly fitting to an alpha of Chan's caliber.
But just as he thought that he was safe from any remarks, Chan decided to ask him about it.
“Were you jealous?”
And gods did he want to just hide right then and there. “No, I just wanted to make sure I wasn't the only one keeping true to our shared protocol,” he said as smoothly as he could muster.
“Sure.” Chan nodded, there was a hint of teasing in his voice and another thing resembling that of delight. Was he elated that the omega wanted him to be his first time as well? Yes, yes he was.
“Let's just get on with this,” Minho then said and Chan complied easily, sitting up straighter.
With languid movements, Minho rose from where he was sitting and finally went to straddle Chan's lap.
The alpha, despite of the advice he'd gotten from his best friend, was still pretty much unsure with regards to this whole thing they were about to do. Much like the omega was. Chan was biting the inside of his cheek while his hands nestled with a tentative hold on either side of Minho's hip. He couldn't help but take notice of how incredibly plush and soft the other's skin felt under his hold.
Minho was now on top of Chan, he knew what he should do next, put the alpha's throbbing erection inside, but he was thoroughly confused as to what was to happen after that. He made a determined choice to be brave and just went at it blind. He grabbed Chan's cock by reaching behind him, perhaps a little too roughly judging by the hiss he heard from the alpha.
He was nervous, okay, sue him.
Being a little bit gentler the second time, he then moved it, lining the hot, fleshy thing towards his hole. Slowly sitting down, he then tried to settle on top of it. He felt like a bird perched on a branch as he waited for something to happen, anything, as his asshole was basically kissing the tip of Chan's cock now.
This was extremely awkward.
Maybe even stupid.
It was both if he was being honest.
Chan gave him an imploring look.
“What?”
“Move.” Chan's voice came out tight.
“What do you mean?” Gods, he was awful at this.
“Move down ”
Of course, dang it.
Minho then hoisted himself back up, and once he's lined up the tip of his cock again, pressed down, a bit harder this time, until he felt himself opening up as the length pushed its way inside.
And fuck fuckity fuck, that felt absolutely terrible!
A tight whimper quickly escaped the omega's lips as a sudden pain shot up his spine. The stretch felt searing and the whole thing wasn't even fully sheathed inside yet. Someone strike him dead, now!
Unable to bear the pain, Minho got up and scrambled away from Chan. He then wondered how in the world could other omegas purposely subject themselves into doing this kind of self-imposed torture.
“Why aren't you wet? Aren't omegas supposed to be wet down there?” Chan couldn't help but ask, voice still sounding strangled. “Are you defective or something?”
Minho, of course, immediately took offense at that. “I am perfectly capable of getting wet,” he replied, tone suddenly defensive. And he was right, he can get wet. He'd been able to do that a lot during his heat. “Isn't it the alpha's job to make their omegas wet? Why aren't you doing that? Perhaps it's you who's defective, not me.”
“How do I even do that?” Chan asked, forehead scrunched as he thought about it.
“Well for starters, you can try and be more sexually appealing. That might help.”
“You mean be sexier? Do you know how many omegas and even betas alike have begged me to knot them? Telling me I'm like, super hot and all that,” Chan informed. “I had to physically pull myself away from any confrontation because I had to save myself for you.”
“I am truly touched by that.” He wasn't, and Chan sensed the heavy sarcasm and so he pouted, upset. Minho looked at his own hands, they were trembling a little. He was nervous. “Anyway, I think you should—and I'm only saying this because that's how I normally get wet, but I think you're supposed to stick your finger inside.“
“How'd you know that?” the alpha asked, his curiosity piqued.
He sounded way too close in Minho's ears, and when he lifted his head to look at the other, he saw how Chan had his eyes on his ass, staring intently at it. A wave of embarrassment then hit him and he turned to look the other way again.
There was absolutely no way, both in heaven or hell, that he'd openly admit to doing that to go through his heat. “I know things.”
“But you said that's how you-”
“Shut up.”
“Okay,” Chan acquiesced, though there was still a hint of doubt in his voice. “Move your butt closer to me.”
That had Minho panicking for a bit. “Why?” he asked, sounding skeptical.
“So I can get you wet with my fingers, what else?”
Oh. “Right,” he breathed out. “Yeah, okay,” he said. He blinked for a couple of times, psyching himself up. Taking a deep breath; he got on his knees and presented himself to Chan, immediately hiding his face on his arms as he felt incredibly shy being this open in front of another person.
It also didn't help that the said person was an asshole of an alpha.
Without any warning, Chan shoved two fingers inside the tight muscle.
This immediately had the omega jolting up and off the bed with a yelp.
Minho almost instantly glared at the alpha who got surprised, and in return, was now sporting an apologetic expression. “Are all alphas terrible at this or are you really just that special?!” he snapped, baring his teeth as he snarled at the now sheepish Chan, before eventually settling back down.
“I'm sorry!” Chan whined. “I haven't done this before.”
“You made that painfully obvious,” Minho remarked in a 'duh' tone. “You were supposed to put it in slowly, you idiot,” he continued to scold because it really did hurt.
“Alright! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you.” Chan felt really bad.
Minho clicked his tongue, still looking mighty upset. And rightfully so because he really did feel like he just got speared down there.
Damn it...
He then chose to focus on evening out his breathing as he went to feel himself for a couple moment.
A few minutes past and the pain seemed to have subsided to a much tolerable state and now everything just felt utterly weird.
Ugh, he hated this.
“I've never done this before,” Chan mumbled. He had his head hanged low as he picked on the cover of their bed's mattress
Minho couldn't help but sigh, he felt bad for snapping at him like that. He figured that as much as Chan was obnoxiously confident, he was still as inexperienced and struggling with all this like he was. “Just…go slow, please. And try to move them around, but gently.”
Chan looked up at him and then nodded slowly. “Okay.”
Minho went back to the same position he was in, presenting his backside to Chan once again.
The alpha brought his fingers near his hole again, this time more attentive and gentle with his movements. He slowly slid two inside, careful not to force all the way in while there was still a bit of resistance. When the muscle finally relaxed, enough to push in more, he gently reached in further, moving his fingers around to help with the stretch. He was actually doing a pretty decent job at it now.
In no time Chan had somewhat developed some sort of rhythm with his ministration. His fingers were hitting that spot inside Minho that often felt good, specially during his heat.
The two didn't talk for several moments. Chan was slowly gaining confidence as he continued to explore Minho's ass. And the omega was also starting to feel things as his body reacted to the stimulation. It was all very odd.
“You are getting really quite wet,” Chan informed based on his observation. His face looked focused at the task at hand, and he was starting to massage the omega's inner walls, liking the feeling that cladded his digits.
Minho was being bombarded by the strong urge to arch his back like a feline, and he could barely fight against it. This whole thing, much to his better judgement, was actually starting to feel really good. He had to bite at his lower lips to contain any embarrassing noises that were dying to get out. He could not embarrass himself further. A high-pitched squeak pushed pass his lips, though, when he felt something warm and wet slide tentatively across his hole.
He then turned his head quickly to look at Chan, surprised, and was greeted by the other licking around his slick-wet lips.
“What?” Chan asked.
“What are you doing?” Minho's voice came out lax and breathy.
“I was tasting you.” Chan grinned impishly. “You taste very sweet hehe.”
Any thoughts and words that Minho was about to say in response to that all evaporated as soon as Chan went in down at his hole again. But this time, instead of the curious little licks he'd done; he was now full on lapping at Minho's ass, digging his face deep against it, tongue sliding in and out of his hole, over the rim and even at each of his cheeks.
Chan was kneading, groping and squeezing at the soft skin and flesh while he continued to indulge in the saccharine nectar that was Minho's omega slick. He was even sucking and leaving slight nibbles at anywhere his mouth hovered over, clearly enjoying what he was doing. And he continued to do all this for a couple of minutes. Just eating Minho out much to his heart's content. Minho's ass was nice, he thought. This was definitely something he could get used to.
Minho's mind was swimming with curses and other expletives. The feeling of having his ass eaten out like this wasn't bad, persé. Chan's nose was really adding more to the sensation just as much as his tongue was. It didn't feel wrong; and admittedly, it even felt quite nice. But at the same time, he found that certain tingling sensation deep in his core weird. He wasn't used to it. It was not bad, but definitely weird.
“Are you done?” Minho managed to squeeze out after awhile, finally finding his voice.
“Hmyeah,” Chan mumbled, face still buried against Minho's ass. He sounded drunk and giggly.
“Then just...just stick your cock in already,” Minho rasped. “I'm already wet as I can get.”
“With you in this position?” Chan asked, pulling his head back.
Minho did not turn around, but he did hear some sort of tongue and lips smacking that sounded suspiciously like Chan licking the slick off his fingers and enjoying it. “Yes, just do it,” Minho said, and he burrowed his head deeper into his arms.
Minho bounced lightly with the bed shifting as Chan repositioned himself. His heart skipped a beat when he felt the bulbous head of Chan's cock touch at his entrance.
This is it , he thought.
He mentally prepared himself for any of the searing pain, but as Chan slowly sank his member inside, Minho found that the intrusion didn't hurt the same way as it did earlier. If anything, the slide felt smoother this time. And although there was still some resistance, he still opened up fairly easy around the alpha.
Perhaps getting fingered and being eaten out really did help.
Chan's cock felt much much bigger inside of him than how it initially appeared. It was pressing tight against his inner walls and he felt thoroughly stretched out. Minho had to stifle the embarrassing noises that were trap in his throat by biting at his arm.
“Fuck, you're so tight,” Chan pointed out, voice tight as he bottomed out completely.
Minho wanted to respond by saying he was just big; but he did not want to be subjected to another set of gloating from the alpha by stroking his already ginormous ego. “Just move already,” he opted to say instead, or more like commanded. He felt extremely full and uncomfortable; and he really really just wanted this whole thing to be over.
Chan was quick to oblige. He pulled out, just enough for the tip of his cock to still be left inside, and immediately thrusted back in, his balls slapping Minho.
The second time around felt less uncomfortable than it did during the first penetration, but it still had Minho wondering why people acted like sex was the greatest thing in the world. It was definitely overrated in his opinion.
Chan took hold of Minho's hips and continued his thrusting a few more times that way. A jolt of electricity ran its course across Minho's entire body when Chan hit a particular sweet spot inside the omega after making an experimental angle with his thrust.
“Oh gods,” Minho couldn't help but gasp out.
“What's wrong?” Chan asked apprehensively.
“N-nothing, just...just keep going.”
And so Chan did, and Minho had to fully cover his mouth with both his hands when all of Chan's following thrusts caused his cock to hit and slide perfectly at his sweet spot.
“Damn, you're producing so much slick,” Chan then commented.
“No shit,” Minho could only say.
“It's getting my cock really wet,” Chan sounded like he was smiling now when he said that. “It's honestly kinda hot.” And a moan even escaped his lips.
“Glad to know you're enjoying this,” he panted out. He was beginning to enjoy it as well, actually. The whole thing was starting to feel nice for him too and his head was starting to swirl. But after a few more thrust, Minho had started to feel something big nudging its way against his ass.
“Fuck,” Chan cursed biting hard at his bottom lip.
“I-is that your knot?” Minho couldn't help but croak out his question.
“Y-yeah, fuck.” Chan seemed to struggle with putting his knot at bay.
“Isn't it a bit too soon for that?”
But as much as the alpha tried to stop his knot from growing more; the thing still swelled, and Chan could do nothing but to just push it in.
An intense pain flared over Minho's lower half that only traveled upward from there, stunning his entire body at the sudden big stretch he was unexpectedly subjected to. When he felt full with just the alpha's cock earlier, now he felt like he was absolutely bloated. His hands immediately clutched at the bedding, trying to gain some sort of grounding with how intense the feeling was and how much it made his brain go foggy. He heard Chan panting behind him after toppling over him as he tried to just ride the pain away.
“S-sorry,” Chan immediately stated, feeling really apologetic. “I didn't mean to, it's just that...you felt so good...and then my knot started to grow and I couldn't help but, yah know…”
Minho groaned, eyebrows furrowed. “Whatever,” he whispered tightly. “It is what it is.”
“Sorry,” Chan mumbled.
“Shut up.”
“Rude...but okay.”
Minho sighed for the nth time that night, it was notably becoming a common act for him now.
As it appeared, the two were basically tied together like this.
Minho noted how the pain was dissipating fairly quickly, yet the position they were in was far from being remotely comfortable. He tried to sit up, the sudden movement causing Chan to curse out loud due to how his sensitive knot was still attached inside the omega. Inwardly, Minho felt better at that since the alpha did deserve a little pain for making him go through all that.
“That hurt.”
“Did it now.”
Somehow the two fought again. They made whines and complaints and bantered like kids. They kept arguing and snarling at each other until they were finally able to find a position on their sides that wasn't exactly the most comfortable, but would have to do, for now.
They both then let out a satisfied breath.
And then it hit Minho. “You didn’t claim me.”
“Oh shit, you're right,” Chan said. “I forgot about it. Think I could still do it now?”
“I think you have to do it in time with your knot. But I don't know.” He did, in fact, know. He knew how claimings worked due to the amount of romance books he'd read and had hidden under his clothes inside his closet. And yes, he liked reading those kind of stuff. Will he ever admit it to anyone, let alone to Chan? He would rather tie himself at the rear of a horse and have it run a marathon.
“Well I guess we'll just have to do it again,” captain-obvious stated.
And Minho had to close his eyes for a moment. “Great.” His cock, which only got half hard actually during the entire thing, deflated almost instantly at the thought of going through that all over again.
Time passed by slowly as they waited for Chan's knot to go down. Minho couldn't help but think how weird this whole thing was; being this close to the alpha and all. It almost felt intimate in some way. But also, he can admit that being connected like this to someone felt rather nice. He decided in his cute little head that he can get used to this part of the sex.
With the silence between them, Minho got the chance to really think about everything that has happened between them. He thought of how this day went, how they were now basically husbands and how they argued a lot. It made him rack his head for anything nice to say to the alpha. Minho understood that Chan was barely an adult when he got betrothed to him, and like him, the alpha didn't get to choose who he was going to be mated with. But now they were together. The least they could do was be civil with each other.
Minho was deep in his thoughts when Chan finally spoke, pulling the omega out of his reverie.
“I want to apologize,” Chan started, actually surprising the omega. “I realized that I approached this all wrong. I was unkind to you and sported behaviors unbecoming of a mate. I was nervous and tried to cover it up by being an asshole. I should have never tried to boss you around, or make comments on how you look or order you to make me hard. I feel very ashamed of my actions. That is not how I was raised, nor is it the alpha I wish to become.”
There was a momentary silence between them before Minho finally replied. “I wasn't technically the nicest to you the entire day. And I can admit that I am guilty of insulting you and treating you with contempt as well. Perhaps I too was nervous with this whole ordeal, and decided to act that way as a facade to hide it. What I'm saying is we're pretty much even, so it's okay.” He didn't say it, but Minho found it sweet how the alpha apologized to him first.
Alphas never even actually apologized, let alone to an omega. And yet here he was, making the first move at it. Minho found that admirable.
Chan smiled, the omega couldn't see it but something told him that Minho was aware of it. “This whole thing is just soooo….”
“Weird? Bizarre? Mind boggling? You choose.”
“All?” Chan grinned. “And on top of that, we don't even know each other that well.”
“Or know what we're doing,” Minho added, causing them both to laugh.
Chan was laughing louder than the omega, feeling genuinely humored. The feeling of his warm breath fanned over Minho's nape and ear, and something in that made the omega relax more, making him settle deeper into Chan's arms.
Maybe Chan wasn't truly so bad.
“Definitely that. Which was why I got so nervous in the first place, now that I think about it. It made me say some things that I didn't really mean and I'm really sorry. You aren't too big or too tall or any of the stuff I said. And I did mean it when I said that you are very nice to look at. Also you're not a whale, okay? Although I do believe they are quite majestic creatures. Actually, when I saw you walk down the isle today, I couldn't help but be completely enamored. You took my breath away in ways I can't even put into words. You looked absolutely beautiful and even now you still do. And when I realized that other alphas in the place were there perceiving you, I couldn't help but get extremely possessive.”
The whole speech touched something in Minho's heart. He felt warmth spread out across his chest. He then decided that he did like the thought of Chan getting jealous, that he was actually possessive of him. He thought about it and saw him growling at the other alphas and even betas during their first meeting in a whole new light.
“I know I don't look or act like the typical omega, and I know that it may appear weird to some. To tell you the truth, it took me some time to finally accept myself after I presented as an omega. Hence why I get defensive about it when people talk about my appearance, despite how I may act like it doesn't bother me. And I'm not even gonna lie that the reason why I sorta acted hostile towards you was because I thought you were a stereotypical alpha who only wanted an omega who would fulfill his every desire and whatnot. I judged you way before I got to know you, so I would like to apologize for that as well.”
“Really? Because the reason why I acted that way is because I thought you wanted a traditional alpha. You know, someone who thinks using his dick and exudes confidence and charisma. But, despite of my behavior, I am actually far from being like that, except for maybe the latter since I am confident and charismatic. And I have my friends and family to thank for it. My father is planning to turn over the pack to me soon after we are officially mates. And with that I want to actually change a few things inside the pack, specially the hierarchy involving the council. It's fully composed of alphas and I want to change that by including betas and omegas. I want everyone to be heard. And if you'd let me, I would like you to be part of it.”
Minho was honestly surprised. He'd already known that betas have been getting rights and higher job opportunities in politics for years, but it was a completely different story when it came to his kind. An omega in a position of authority was something you'd never come across.
“Will it be okay with your pack?” Minho asked, something like that would definitely not pass in his father's pack.
“Then they'll have to challenge me and my authority. But let me tell you this, no one has ever fought me and won,” Chan declared with valiant pride.
“Oh really now?” Minho challenged, feeling comfortable enough to do so.
“Don't believe me?” the alpha asked, and then, much to Minho's genuine shock, began tickling him by poking at his side and neck.
Minho squirmed under the lighthearted action while still being pretty much impaled on Chan's knot. He was laughing so hard that he had tears forming in his eyes.
Years into the future, when Minho would sit down to reminisce on the past, he would look back onto this night. And right then and there he would realize that it was during this exact moment that he fell in love with Chan.
“Go on, say it. Admit that I'm the strongest and the most drop dead gorgeous alpha you've ever laid your eyes on,” Chan said, laughing brightly as his fingers mercilessly found all of Minho's ticklish spots.
Minho had to sputter out an agreement with him just so the alpha would finally stop with his onslaught of poking and tickling. “But I don't think it would count if I said it out of wanting to survive from being tickled though,” he then added after they finally settled down.
“Of course it does! I am the best after all. The strongest and most handsome alpha ever. Which makes me almost worthy of an omega like you.” Chan spoke like a true leader, with conviction and might.
And maybe Minho was touched that he thought he wasn't more than worthy for him already, because Minho thought that he was. “So you won't keep me just so you can get your dick wet every night, right?”
“Of course,” Chan assured. “But if I can get my dick wet by the most beautiful omega ever, which so happens to be my husband and soon to be mate, then who am I to kick a gifted horse in the mouth?” he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Minho rolled his eyes at that but it was all lighthearted. He pushed his back against the alpha's chest causing the latter to let out a laugh Minho thought was the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. And right there, he thought that maybe being mated to the alpha wouldn't be so bad after all.
“I think my knot has deflated enough. I can probably pull out now.”
Minho caught himself off guard when he felt slightly disappointed at that. He wasn't aware, but that feeling of disappointment was shared by the alpha too.
After being free, the two pulled away from each other.
Minho remained on the bed while Chan went to pick some food and water for them to share; some myriads of fruits to help them rehydrate. And while the two ate, they threw in question for each other, curious of how the other lived before all this.
Minho had discovered that his initial judgement on the alpha was very off. Chan was actually very smart; he was quick-witted and had a very broad understanding in life. Minho also found out that the alpha was very open-minded, he welcomed ideas and reasons and didn't just disregard them when presented with new things. Not many alphas could say the same. He asked Chan questions regarding his pack, and the light that shone in the alpha's eyes was enough for Minho to understand how much the older valued and loved his people. He was going to be such a great leader, and Minho hoped that he would be able to support him. To be there by his side as his mate, as his husband and as his omega.
They talked for hours on end.
Minho also narrated his life. He told him of his upbringing, his friends, families and even his pets. Turned out, Chan was an animal lover who has helped established a sanctuary for many strays, so to say that Minho must've fallen more in love with him right then and there was simply an understatement.
The only time they stopped sharing pieces of their lives was when they noticed the Sun had sprung up over the horizon, its light illuminating softly through the open parts of the curtains in their room.
“So, uhm, do you...do you think we could try again?” Chan asked, grabbing both of Minho's hands inside his as his thumbs rubbed soothing circles against his skin.
Minho looked at him, his eyes and expression gentle. He gave him a nod. “Okay, but we should start by kissing again.”
Chan smiled at that. “I'd love that.” He repositioned himself and settled his back against the headboard again with Minho now straddling his lap. Chan's hand went to grab his husband's hips, and this time it didn't feel tentative, at all. He held him as if he was anchoring him, like he was supporting him; making him feel safe, loved and secured.
And Minho could feel all of them just from the way Chan touched him. He met Chan's eyes, wanting to convey his feelings using his own. He then leaned in, pressing their lips together.
And with that, they kissed. They kissed and it didn't feel weird. They kissed and both found it nice. It was like they were sharing their souls with one another, forming a new entire entity, a result of passion, as they pressed their lips against each other.
Chan's cock poked at Minho's ass and the omega found that to be nice as well. The younger felt Chan's hold on his hips tightening and the alpha opened his mouth. His tongue pushed out and Minho accepted it, parting his lips as well, his heart and mind wanting to just fully commit to the other.
Chan pressed in. He used his tongue to explore every part of the omega's mouth. He licked at every crevice, he tasted him to his heart's content and he savored every moment of the kiss. He moaned when the omega moved his tongue with him, squirming under that alpha's ministration. It felt like a dance, a nice exchange between two people who realized they are unfathomably in love with each other. One of Chan's hands rose to press against the back of Minho's head. And suddenly the room became a lot hotter than it did before.
Minho knew he was getting wet. His cock which was pressed against his and Chan's body was getting hard too. He wrapped his arms around the alpha's neck, pulling him close, just as much as the alpha pushed his head against his; pressing their lips together even more. Their noses were angled perfectly as they tried to breathe in each other's scent. It was challenging, and he didn't care. He can suffocate so long as he'll be able to kiss Chan forever. He can no longer hide that he loved this alpha before him. And he knew that the alpha felt the same way just as strongly.
He felt the alpha tug on his hair and he found that quite nice and enjoyable too. Chan's cock was hard and leaking and Minho wiggled his ass on it as they both deepened the kiss.
“I want to ride you again,” Minho said breathlessly when they finally managed to break the kiss.
It didn't take long though, and Chan was immediately kissing Minho again. But this time, he was lifting the other up like he weighed nothing and settled Minho again on top of his lap, lining his cock against Minho's already wet and waiting hole.
Minho sank down on his alpha's cock, and this time he didn't stop himself from moaning at the feeling of getting filled by his husband. It felt wonderful, felt so much better now. It was overwhelming, it was perfect and Minho wanted nothing but to just revel in it. They kissed each other like people starved, and with the last of Minho's existing rationale; he thought that perhaps this was what sex was supposed to feel like. To feel like you're loved, adored and revered. Oh it felt absolutely heavenly.
Chan moved his hand back onto Minho's hips again, but not before tugging at his hair for the last time earning him another moan from the omega that had him mentally thanking all the gods and deities for bestowing upon him this opportunity. His fingernails dug just right onto Minho's flushed skin as the omega continued to bounce up and down Chan's glorious cock.
Minho was distracted with their kissing that he couldn't focus on riding him fully. But soon a certain need swelled from the pits of his stomach, and he found himself hastening his movement. There was something to chase, he could feel it. He needed more, tears were brimming on his eyes, and so he broke the kiss so he can have more freedom to chase after that particular sensation building up inside him. He pushed up and down, faster, harder and damn if that didn't feel like the most amazing thing ever.
Chan looked gorgeous like this, he was biting his lip, his face was flushed pink and his expressive eyes were painted with arousal.
He looked so handsome, his alpha looked so ravishing. Minho's cock was bouncing along with his rhythm. It was incredibly hard, far harder than he got during the first try. There was something bubbling in his system, it was hot and was causing his mind to be hazy. He was starting to like sex, maybe this was actually pretty damn okay after all.
Chan ran a hand over Minho's chest, kneading at the flesh as his fingers played with his nipples. “Earlier you hid your chest from me. I wasn't trying to make fun of them or judge them,” Chan stated. He leaned down on one and ran his tongue over the pink nub causing it to instantly harden. This earned him one of the most beautiful sounding whimpers from his omega. He did the same with the other and eagerly started sucking at it. The sensation making Minho's entire body tingle with pleasure and he squirmed. “I was just awestruck by them. You looked so beautiful, borderline ethereal, and I just couldn't wait to get my hands and mouth on your pretty titties,” he praised. “Can't wait for when they grow and swell more in the future.”
Minho’s fingernails dug into Chan’s back, he was just utterly incapable of forming any sentence that would convey how he truly felt in that very moment.
The alpha groaned as he placed his hand back to Minho's hips, his hold on him was firm yet gentle as he helped the omega by pushing him up, then slamming him down on his cock. Minho saw stars. He felt like the air was getting knocked out of him as Chan continued to slam him down his cock, meeting him halfway as he thrusted upwards. It felt absolutely amazing. It made Minho feel really small, so easy to manhandle, and he found that he actually loved it.
Minho then felt the knot starting to form. He thought about how it felt during the first time and was surprised when he didn't get any inclination to shy away from it. If anything, there was this desire that urged him to sink in further on the knot. To have it nestled deep inside him again.
“You feel so fucking good, kitten,” Chan praised, mind clouded with such overwhelming lust for his omega. “My omega, you're mine, only ever mine.”
Minho found that extremely flattering as his heart bloomed. He decided that he no longer minded being addressed as kitten or as omega by Chan. He loved being claimed by the alpha as his and only his. Was he not thinking straight since he was high on pleasure? Maybe. But that didn't matter as of the moment because everything just felt perfect.
Minho had kept a nice rhythm going. The bed was shaking due to how hard Chan was slamming him down on his cock, but the feeling it gave him was borderline euphoric. He felt the knot tug on his hole again and Minho, as if he was crazy, decided to just ram the whole thing deep inside, pushing down hard as his ass swallowed the knot. The feeling of being filled immediately pushed him over the edge causing him to come with Chan's name pouring out of his mouth in sets of screams and moans. The orgasm was far more intense than anything he'd ever experienced. It was bright, blinding almost.
The burst of pain when Chan finally sank his teeth into his neck shocked him, and he wondered how in the world did he get hard again as another wave of orgasm racked throughout his body as he came hard again, setting every single one of his nerve ending on fire.
They sat there facing each other. Chan had marked him; they were now mates for life, his fingernails were digging into his hips and their joint scent permeated the room they were in. Minho pressed his face against the alpha's neck, burrowing his head there. He felt overwhelmed with how incredibly right all of this was.
Chan held his head up and kissed him, hungrily, desperately. It was as if they didn't just had sex. Minho squirmed on Chan's knot and he felt him shoot ropes and ropes of come deep inside as the alpha groaned feverishly. It filled him to no end, that a dent on his lower stomach was visible after Chan's orgasm finally came into a halt.
Chan then grinned at him and Minho felt butterflies in his stomach with just how hot his mate looked. Though it could just be the excessive cum that was sloshing inside him. He also felt quite full.
They were both panting heavily trying to catch their breath. Damn, that whole experience felt great.
“We are definitely doing that again,” Chan then declared with excitement and energy.
Minho smiled, he didn't think the idea was so bad.
And as their lips met again, the two did.
Again. And again. And again. And again….
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