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“Don’t try to fuck my mom,” Jaemin warns as they leg it down the stairs, “I swear to god I’ll kill you.”
The departure warning goes off as Donghyuck sticks his tongue out at Jaemin, “I’m not gonna try to fuck your mom.”
“You’re not gonna successfully do it either,” Jaemin hastily grabs Donghyuck around the neck, vigorously rubbing his knuckles atop his head. “I’m so serious, I’ll beat you up if you become my stepdad.”
Laughing as he wiggles out of Jaemin’s grasp to run across the station platform double time, Donghyuck teases, “You’re grounded! No allowance for a month!!”
“You’re not doing shit,” he yells as he follows, and Donghyuck laughs even louder. “You’re evil! Don't fuck my mom!”
They make it on the train only because the conductor grabs Jaemin by the backpack strap and hauls him inside bodily seconds after Donghyuck barrels his way on, chided by the man for a solid ten minutes about arriving on time for a cross-country departure. They apologize profusely before showing their tickets, getting escorted to a quiet train car toward the back of the train.
“Seriously,” Jaemin pleads with him again, “Your embarrassing crush on my mom is out of control.”
“It’s not my fault he’s hot,” Donghyuck says to Jaemin’s immediate projectile vomit routine.
“Don’t say that shit, that’s so gross. My precious mom is too good for some snot-nosed punk like you.”
Pouting, Donghyuck puts a hand to his chest and says, “I didn’t know you had such a low opinion of me, ow…”
“You can date anyone else’s mom in the universe, please, go hunt MILFs to your heart’s content but leave mine alone.”
“So you admit it, he’s a MILF—” Donghyuck teases, getting another fake vomit sound directly in his ear.
“They’re never gonna find the body, I hope you realize this.”
“Because it’s gonna be locked inside your mom—“
Yeah, he deserves the slap to the back of his head.
/////
The second those heavenly arms wrap around him, Donghyuck melts into his favorite MILF’s embrace, beaming at the forehead kiss he gets while he hugs Doyoung’s lithe body tightly. “Every time you come home you’re taller than the last time.”
He was the trophy omega of Jaemin’s father, divorced when someone younger came along. Donghyuck would never be so careless with his heart. “Is that a new perfume? You smell really good today,” Hyuck says, putting a blush high on Doyoung’s gorgeous cheeks.
“You're always so thoughtful Donghyuckie,” he says, giving him one last squeeze before letting him go. He doesn't have to see Jaemin’s glare to feel the hair on the back of his neck raising. “Are you boys hungry? I made lunch.” Doyoung turns to walk into the kitchen while Donghyuck watches his hips sway.
“Don't even think it,” Jaemin growls lowly, pinching Donghyuck on the arm as he makes his way past him. “That's my mommy.”
“I wasn't thinking anything,” Donghyuck hisses, tucking away his fantasy of bending that juicy ass over the countertop and fucking Mr. Kim silly.
He doesn't think about it for the rest of the day, in fact. Jaemin and him end up going out to the mall to buy a bunch of shit they don't need, borrowing the car so they don't have to suffer going on the bus with a bunch of bags. Dinner is delicious when they get back and heat up the leftovers, but Mr. Kim is in his bedroom so Donghyuck doesn't see him for the rest of the night.
He ventures out of the guest room at two in the morning because he's thirsty and there's only so many videos he can watch on his phone before he gets bored of being unable to sleep. The last person he expects is Doyoung to be awake and up in his bathrobe looking as delicious as ever.
“Oh, Donghyuck? What are you doing awake at this hour?” He’s got a couple of containers in his hand at the fridge, which beeps at him to close it.
“I'm usually awake until five, this is nothing,” Donghyuck waves his concern off, earning a cute little pout.
“You’re still growing, you need to develop better sleeping habits or you’ll get wrinkles.”
“You don't have any and you're awake,” he says smoothly, earning a small, motherly smile. Donghyuck wants to absolutely destroy him. “What are you doing up?”
“I was making myself a snack, did you want anything?” Doyoung loosens the lid on the two containers and pops them both in the microwave side by side
“I'm thirsty, but I wouldn't say no to a snack~” he beams, hopping up on one of the kitchen island stools so he can watch Doyoung prepare another serving of dinner leftovers.
“Did you enjoy yourselves at the mall?” Doyoung asks as he busies himself with getting utensils and plates, lit up by the microwave’s soft light as it hums in the background. “I should've given you two some money…”
“We bought a bunch of stuff we don't need, so it's better that you didn't,” Hyuck smiles, warmth filling his chest as he watches how naturally Doyoung moves around his kitchen. No matter how many threats Jaemin gives him, Donghyuck is just… drawn to this omega like nobody else. He always has been, always Doyoung’s precious son’s best friend. That's what makes this hard, that he's seen as just another kid instead of an alpha almost done with university so he can get a high paying job and support the family he wants to have. It'd be nice if he could have it with Doyoung even if it means Jaemin will murder him in cold blood.
“I appreciate the honesty, but I like spoiling my boys when you're here.”
Donghyuck would rather spoil him, but he’ll take the affection where he can. “You’re already doing enough for me. Thank you for always letting me crash in your spare room on my breaks.”
The microwave beeps, and Doyoung is careful about taking the hot containers out. “It's the least I can do for you always keeping my son company,” Doyoung says with another soft smile that hits Donghyuck right in the dick. He's so, so ridiculously attracted to this omega he doesn't know what to do besides stare lovingly at him while he busies himself assembling two small plates.
“Jaemin’s always been a really good friend to me, but I like coming here and staying with you. I feel really comfortable here, and it’s quieter than my parent’s house anyway.”
“Well, I enjoy my peace and quiet,” Doyoung says with a little sigh, wistful almost.
He's handed a plate and a pair of metal chopsticks, and Donghyuck doesn't hesitate to take a bite with a little moan of appreciation. “Your food is better than my mom’s, but if she heard me say that I wouldn’t live to see another day.”
“Oh stop,” Doyoung chuckles, a bit of color on his face visible even in the dim darkness of nighttime. “You shouldn't ever say anyone makes food better than your own mother.”
“Except for my future wife,” Donghyuck says nonchalantly, enjoying how Doyoung sputters the tiniest sound into a silence that stretches for a few moments.
“You shouldn't joke around with an old omega like me Donghyuckie, it's not nice,” he settles on after a long pause.
Donghyuck takes another bite of his delicious food and says, “My mom doesn't know how to season things, it drives me crazy. But you always seem to know exactly how to make everything taste as good as possible without overdoing it. I never feel like I’m gonna be sick from what you make which I know doesn't sound like much of a compliment, but I promise it is.”
Doyoung seems to be speechless, chopsticks frozen in midair on the way to his mouth before finally putting them down. “You’re sweet Donghyuck, but it's not appropriate to flirt with me like this.”
“Why?”
“Because my son is asleep upstairs and he’s your best friend.”
Donghyuck puts his chopsticks down and stares at Doyoung intently. “And? We’re both adults, I know what I want.”
“I'm, quite literally, old enough to be your mother Donghyuck. You have so much time to find an omega closer to your age. Besides, what’ll you do when I'm old and grey?” It's a dig at his ex-alpha, that bastard who jumped ship when someone else came along.
The natural conclusion is, “Take care of you?”
“Donghyuck,” Doyoung says, audibly displeased as he straightens up. “Please don't flirt with me.”
“I wasn't flirting, I'm serious. But if you want me to flirt, I can.”
“I'm being serious too.” Beneath the countertop on the other side, Doyoung shifts, the barest tinge of aroused pheromones on the air. “Don't flirt with me, it’s inappropriate.”
“I'm still thirsty,” Donghyuck says suddenly, eyeing his small chest as he stands from his stool.
Momentarily startled, Doyoung watches him come around the island and clutches his night robe closed tighter. “Donghyuck, please go to bed. This isn't funny anymore.”
“I’m not trying to be funny, I’m trying to fuck you.”
“Donghyuck, you need to stop,” Doyoung harshly whispers, scandalized. There's no hiding the scent of arousal in the air though, the slick that Donghyuck can practically hear dribbling into his underwear. “You’re taking this too far.”
“Am I?” stopping directly in front of Doyoung, Donghyuck swipes his thumb across his lips as he thinks out loud, laying his cards on the table. “I've been thinking about you for years, Kim Doyoung. I know you think I’m too young for you, but I know that nobody else is gonna come along that makes me feel like this–”
Doyoung’s stuttering inhale inspires something hopeful in him, but Donghyuck deflates at the sympathetic look he gets. “I'm asking you one last time to stop this Donghyuck. It’s almost three in the morning, neither of us are in our right minds to be speaking to each other like this. You’re a second son to me, please don’t make this weird.”
“I’m not your son,” he says firmly, taking a step back for Doyoung’s comfort. Donghyuck isn’t stupid, he knows when he’s lost the battle. Still, he can’t help but feel he’s gained some ground. For now, he takes Doyoung’s hand and kisses his knuckles, “And the sooner you realize that, the sooner I can satisfy you.”
Silence reigns as Donghyuck gets a glass of water and heads back up to bed.
/////
Jaemin has some thing he can’t get out of. An overnight trip that Donghyuck isn’t invited on because his father forgot that he has a guest with him, and space was limited. Donghyuck doesn’t actually mind staying behind with Doyoung, even with the threat of death hanging over his head to not do anything weird.
“Did you ever want to get remarried?”
“What kind of question is that?” Doyoung asks as he warily watches Donghyuck from across the couch. “I thought I told you to cease this nonsense.”
“It's just a question!”
“I'm not answering that,” Doyoung sighs and leans back into the cushion, sipping from the drink in his hand. Maybe sharing alcohol isn’t such a good idea, but Donghyuck didn’t want to say no when a glass of wine was offered to him.
“So, yes. If the right alpha comes along?”
Another sigh that Donghyuck wants to feel against his lips. “You’re incorrigible, you know.”
“And you’re sexy.” He gets a flick on the nose for that one.
“Just because Jaemin isn’t here doesn’t mean I'm tolerating this.”
“Isn’t this the perfect time for me to show you I'm serious? I wanna kiss you.”
Doyoung balks, taking another sip of his drink before saying, “You can’t kiss me.”
“Just one kiss and I'll leave you alone.”
“It's not appropriate.”
“Who cares what’s appropriate when I regularly cum with your name on my tongue?” Donghyuck is looser for the alcohol, the slosh of it in his belly adding to the fire there. Doyoung’s arousal hits the air sharply in response to his words and desire – he can’t control his pheromones right now, but it smells like Doyoung is responding to them with interest. “Don’t tell me to stop teasing you, it’s all I think about.”
“You’re hazardous to my health,” Doyoung mumbles. “Why are you so adamant on having sex with me? Is it a fetish thing for old omegas?”
“No,” he says quickly, even though he’s well aware his eye tends to fall on older omegas that remind him of Doyoung. “I want you, it's just you, nobody else makes me feel like this.”
He doesn't say anything for a couple of minutes as the movie in the background plays, but Doyoung comes back with, “Feel like what?”
“I want to make you happy, I love hearing you laugh and seeing you smile,” Donghyuck says and scoots closer to him across the cushions. “You’re really comforting to me, I like being here with you like this – when you treat me like an adult. I have genuine feelings for you.”
“You can't possibly be in love with me though.” Doyoung puts his glass down on the coffee table and turns away from him. “Donghyuck, you're extremely sweet and thoughtful and I appreciate that you are such a good influence for my son, but I'm so much older than you. It isn't appropriate.”
“You keep saying it's inappropriate, but I don't know why. Just because you're older than me doesn't mean you’re not a person with needs and desires that aren't being met,” Donghyuck says like it's the most obvious conclusion in the world that he should be the one to step in. It's what he wants, to give Doyoung what he's lacking in his life.
Another soft exhale hits his ears, almost a sigh of pleasure. He wants to hear that more than anything, he wants to hear what Doyoung sounds like when he's cumming on his cock so bad he can taste it. “You’re still very young, and there's a maturity and development gap between us that you can’t understand. My age comes with life experience you don't have yet, and it gives me an inherent power imbalance over you that isn't morally correct.”
“Based on whose morals? I only care about making you cum.”
“And you shouldn't be saying things like that to me,” Doyoung rejects him again, but the sharp tang of desire in the air says what he wants to know, the wet squish of fabric between his thighs making Donghyuck feel utterly untamed right now. “Honestly, there's no reason for you to be this sex-obsessed, aren't you interested in dating anyone your own age at school? Someone you can take home to your mother?”
“Not really,” Donghyuck hums as he gets even closer to grip Doyoung’s knee. “Do you remember when I was like 13 and me and Jaemin were in the yard one summer playing with water balloons? We accidentally pelted you when you were bringing us something to drink and absolutely soaked you.”
Doyoung tries to shake his hand off, but Donghyuck only slides it up his thigh further, squishing into the muscle. “You two brats ruined one of my favorite shirts,” he says, picking Donghyuck's hand physically off him. “Am I gonna have to scold you Donghyuck? Is that what you need to back off?”
“You smell so good right now, I know you’re already slick for me,” Donghyuck persists, using his hand to spread Doyoung’s thighs just enough to catch another hint of fresh slick. He wants to bury his face between Doyoung’s small tits as he fucks him full and knots another baby into him. “Why won't you let alpha take care of you?”
The last thing he expects is for Doyoung to cackle as he finally pushes Donghyuck off him. “Don't call yourself ‘alpha’, you're not old enough for it to be sexy.” He stands up abruptly, leaving Donghyuck in the dust as he says, “I'm taking a shower.”
Donghyuck waits fifteen minutes before he opens Doyoung's bedroom door, the sound of the master bedroom shower running. Being in here is scandalous, seeing his neat pile of clothing on his dresser only makes Donghyuck want to make sure he doesn't wear it. For a second he almost gets naked in Doyoung’s bed, but something tells him he’ll have better luck being more direct, that's he's close to getting him to cave. So it's with that thought he takes his clothes off and steps into the bathroom.
Doyoung shrieks as Donghyuck makes eye contact with him through the clear shower door, covering up his body hastily with a shout, “GET OUT!!”
“No,” he calmly says, reaching for the bar on the shower door so he can open it and step inside. His desires are getting the better of him, but he’ll make Doyoung understand. The water is lukewarm, and Doyoung is bright red from his face down to his chest, hidden by one arm. “You didn't let me finish what I was trying to say earlier.”
“You need to get out right now,” Doyoung hisses, backing himself into the corner. “You’re completely out of line Lee Donghyuck, how dare you?”
“Because I can smell what you need, omega,” Donghyuck advances on him, stepping into the spray fully. He watches Doyoung’s eyes fall to his cock, already chub from being this close to the person he wants more than anyone else in this universe. “Don't you want to get bred?”
“D-don't talk to me like this,” he whispers only barely louder than the water. “Please Donghyuck, we can't do this. There's no scenario where this works out – you're still in university, and I don't do hookups. Especially not with my son’s best friend.”
“This isn't a hookup to me,” Donghyuck says, reaching to pull Doyoung’s arm off his chest so he can finally look at his perfect chest unobstructed. “Remember when I was 13 and soaked your shirt through? I saw your nipples get hard, and I’ve wanted them in my mouth every single day since.” It's his most revisited fantasy, ever. The one where he slept in Doyoung’s bed that night and satisfied him in every way his ex-alpha didn't. His eyes are transfixed right now staring at Doyoung’s soapy, sagging tits, perfect nipples shaped like they're begging for his mouth on them.
He pins Doyoung to the shower wall by his shoulders, making him whine, knees shaking. “If I give you a kiss, will you get out? You said it before, y-you — you’ll leave me alone if I kiss you, right?”
That was before Donghyuck found himself naked in the shower with him, but he’ll keep pushing until he gets what he wants. “It has to be a good kiss, not on the cheek,” he says, leaning in close enough to feel Doyoung’s shuddery breath on his lips. “A really, really good kiss, one that I'll remember until the day I die.”
They meet in a soft, full press of lips, and Donghyuck drops a hand to Doyoung’s hip with a groan, body pressing closer. His mouth opens to take Doyoung’s bottom lip between his teeth, surprising him into opening up for him. Donghyuck takes full advantage of it and slips his tongue right in, licking up behind his teeth as he cups his cheek with the other hand, tilting them into a better position so he can slide their tongues together.
Just one kiss that he takes ownership of, hot and wet with spit as he finally, finally gets the taste of Doyoung that he always dreamed of. The remnant of wine on his breath only adds to how enamored Donghyuck is with him and how he tries to suck every last hint of spit from his mouth. For how much fuss he put up, Doyoung keeps nearly melting into the kiss before straightening up to pull back, only to lose himself completely in each stroke of their tongues. He’s not sure what to do with his hands until they rest against Donghyuck’s chest, a bolt of pure need flashing through him from such intimate skin contact. He could make Doyoung so happy…
The moan Doyoung lets out against his mouth only fuels him, makes him kiss him until they’re both breathless. Until he can smell Doyoung’ slick, sweet and fresh and perfect. Donghyuck breaks apart with a gasping breath, mumbling next to Doyoung’s ear, “I want you so fucking bad. You’re so sexy it’s making me insane.”
“God,” Doyoung whimpers, “Does ‘no’ mean nothing to you?”
“But you haven’t said no to me, so I'm gonna ask again, and if you tell me no then I’ll leave you alone and we’ll forget this happened.” The last thing Donghyuck wants is to force him into anything, but he knows they’re sexually compatible. In his heart, he knows Doyoung wants what he has to offer.
“You’re fucking killing me, kid.”
Smirking next to Doyoung’s ear, he feels like he’s already won when he kisses just beneath the lobe, tilting his head to give him more room to work with. “I wanna lay you down on your bed and knot you over and over until you never think of anyone else but me ever again, stuff you so full of my cum you'll crave it for the rest of your life.”
Doyoung’s head falls back against the shower wall, his hands sliding down to Donghyuck’s stomach like he’s going to push him away again, but he doesn’t. “This isn’t right.”
“I touch myself every single night thinking about how lonely your cunt is without a knot stretching it out,” the rush of pure arousal that goes through him watching Doyoung’s pupils blow just from a little dirty talk is insane, Donghyuck wants to fuck him right against the wall, here and now. “When I jerk off, I think about how bad I want to taste your slick and bite your cute little nipples,” and he punctuates that with pinching one harshly. “I have one of those fake omega pussies that I wrap up in a pile of blankets so I can practice fucking my knot into you, you have no idea what kind of things I want to do to you. Let me fuck you?”
The tiniest, cutest little whine comes from Doyoung’s throat. “Donghyuck, I’m not on birth control,” he admits quietly. “We can't.”
“Let me fuck your ass then,” his hand moves back from Doyoung’s hip to grab a handful of his small cheek, spreading him apart. “That way you won't get pregnant until you want to.”
He squirms, making another grizzled noise in his throat as Donghyuck kisses his neck. “...Until I want to, do you hear yourself? I don't want to get pregnant, I already have enough children.” His annoyance is breathy, but that only makes Donghyuck’s dick harder, poking against Doyoung’s hip.
“You have a child, one kid. I’m not your son Kim Doyoung,” his fingertips push against the softness of his asshole, rubbing the puckered skin in small circles. “I want to make you cum so hard you can't speak.”
“Don't touch me there,” Doyoung breathes, hips pulling away futilely since Donghyuck’s fingers chase him, teasing his hole by pushing the tip of his middle finger in. “Donghyuck, d-don't,” he reiterates even as his body pushes back into it weakly, “it’s dirty…”
“Maybe I want to be dirty with you,” Donghyuck nips Doyoung’s neck, using his finger to gently stretch Doyoung’s hole, playing around with him. “I wanna fuck another baby into you so bad. I've seen your maternity pictures, you’re fucking gorgeous when you're pregnant. I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you.”
Doyoung hiccups, pushing back more insistently even as he says, “Stop saying things like that.”
“I won't leave you,” Donghyuck goes for broke, because he would never, ever leave him. “I’ll make you so happy.”
Doyoung’s eyes slip closed while he shudders, but he opens them back up to grab Donghyuck by his face, pulling him into another kiss that makes him burn inside. “I’ll let you fuck me once, but I mean it Donghyuck, don't say things like that to me. We’re not getting married, and I'm not carrying your children. I had a tough enough time raising one kid alone, I don't want to do it again. I'll let you have this, but that's it. I don't want a relationship with you.”
“Okay,” he says breathlessly, heart soaring in his chest. Donghyuck can work with that for now, baby steps. “I'm sorry, I just really want to make you feel good. You've taken care of me so much, let me take care of you right now.”
“Fine,” Doyoung says, tugging on Donghyuck’s arm to get him to stop touching him for the moment. “You can fuck my ass and get it out of your system, but that's it. We’ll never speak of this again. Wash my back first.”
Donghyuck washes up too at Doyoung’s insistence, and the tension is absolutely unreal. Doyoung can't stop being motherly no matter what it seems, because he towels Donghyuck off before sending him ahead to the bedroom while he takes some time to compose himself.
Instead of sitting on the crisp white sheets, Donghyuck gives into the impulse to smell Doyoung’s perfume collection. It's impeccably organized, arranged on his vanity neatly. He picks out a couple of them to sniff again, process of elimination until he comes to the one he thinks suits Doyoung best.
“Are you making a mess of my things?” Doyoung says calmly as he emerges from the bathroom, and Donghyuck turns around to give him a caught smile. “Which one is that?”
“February to April,” he reads the label, heart in his throat very suddenly because of the way Doyoung saunters closer. He's wearing his robe again, closed for decency while Donghyuck’s dick is hanging in the breeze. “I think I like this one the most, it really suits you.”
Doyoung takes the bottle from him and uncaps it, taking a sniff from the spray nozzle. “You think so? I only wore it once, but one of my coworkers complained that it gave him a headache and I haven't put it on since.”
“It pairs with your natural scent really well, I feel like a lot of the others mask it too much, but this one is just refreshing enough to heighten what's already there,” he says honestly, hearts in his eyes when Doyoung gives him a smile.
He lifts the collar of his robe away from his body to spray one, two spritzes onto his skin, and then another on one wrist so he can rub both together after capping the bottle. “I don't sleep with men who don't take me on at least two proper dates first, so tell me where we went.”
As if Donghyuck doesn't have a million date scenarios planned in his head. “First, we went on a picnic. I made lunch, and we went to the park on a nice spring day. The breeze was a little cold, so I gave you my sweater when we walked around after, and then I brought you home.”
“Such a gentleman,” Doyoung remarks, finally putting the bottle back on his dresser. “So, a nice spring day in the sunshine. I'd enjoy that very much, especially a nice walk after lunch.”
Donghyuck takes a chance here, holding Doyoung’s hips over his silky robe. “I'd take you to norebang, but that's like… a sixth date. I already know you're fun and have a killer voice, I wanna treat you right first.”
“Sixth date? You're getting a little too ambitious again Donghyuck, we’re capped at two. Make the second one count.” The look in his eyes is mischievous, but the serious edge to his tone cuts Donghyuck’s pushing.
“Date number two, we go to dinner. Somewhere classy but not too classy because I want the food to be good, not pay a bunch of money for three bites and you’re still hungry afterward.”
“And you don't let me starve, I'm liking where this is going,” Doyoung hums, arms coming up to wrap around Donghyuck’s neck. “I guess I shouldn't be surprised you’d do your best to take care of me, you've always tried to please me from the moment your family moved across the street.” For a couple years before moving again, but Donghyuck stayed friends with Jaemin out of pure selfish desire to be close to Doyoung. Their friendship isn't fake, but…
“I used to steal so many flowers from Mrs. Choi’s garden for you, she probably thought the worst of me,” he says fondly of his kid self, rubbing his thumb over Doyoung’s hip. “I'm not gonna lie, I never thought I'd get this far with you, but I'm glad you're humoring me.”
“You've caught me three years into a dry spell with admirable persistence, and I'm sick of you making me horny just by looking at me.” His fingers casually push through the fine hair at the nape of Donghyuck’s neck, making him shiver. “Is this what you've been waiting for Donghyuck-ah?”
“Yeah,” he rasps, throat so dry he doesn't know what to do about it. “I'm sorry I'm so young, but I've been trying to grow up into someone you can be proud of.”
The look in Doyoung’s eyes is complicated and overwhelming, but he has nothing to lose by being vulnerable right now. “Oh, Hyuck…” their lips touch chastely, something like adoration behind the soft kiss. “I am proud of you, you never have to doubt that. And, don't apologize for being young – I am so unbelievably flattered by your advances right now.”
“It's everyone else’s loss that they didn’t appreciate you properly.” He lets his hands finish the talking by slipping the flimsy knot on his robe to open it, parting the fabric so he can push his hands inside and touch warm, bare skin. Somehow, Doyoung manages to be so small, his proportions fitting in Donghyuck’s grip obscenely. He’s barely got any meat on him; he’ll have to find a way to feed him better so he’ll be more suited to carry their children, an insane goal that Donghyuck keeps to himself.
He's had sex before, but none of the lead up felt like this with anyone else, like the pit of his stomach has caught fire. Doyoung leans into another kiss, full lipped and sweet as Donghyuck gropes his thin frame and backs him up to the bed. He’s careful about laying him down, sitting him properly and then hiking him up by his hips, making his precious Doyoung squeak from the surprise. Crawling over him, Donghyuck lays atop him just as carefully, cock hard against his thigh as he takes what he wants, as many kisses as Doyoung will give him.
His mouth wanders down when he takes handfuls of Doyoung’s small chest. It used to be bigger, but he’s perfect just the way he is with his dusky nipples begging to be kissed and bitten. Donghyuck spends as much time as he’s allowed kissing and nipping the soft skin, sucking bruises onto Doyoung’s tits and soothing them with his tongue and lips. Sucking his nipples is nearly transcendental, especially when he looks up to see Doyoung watching him intently with a blush on his cheeks.
The insistent smell of his slick is making Donghyuck’s head fucking spin with the need to taste him, so that’s what he does, crawling down his stomach with slow kisses, spreading Doyoung’s legs to make room for himself. He smells incredible, his skin is supple everywhere his lips touch. There's no resisting burying his nose in the slick thatch of hair so he can commit the scent to memory.
“H-hey,” Doyoung says shakily, body already trembling, “don’t even think about it.”
“About what?” Donghyuck mumbles against coarse hair, already soaked from just a little bit of kissing.
“I only said you could fuck my ass—”
“Did your loser ex-alpha never fucking hear of foreplay either?” And he leaves it at that, attaching his mouth to Doyoung’s cunt with a swipe of his tongue between his labia, the tip sliding along his clit in a tight circle. Doyoung’s breath stutters, hands flying to Donghyuck’s head with a yell as he does it again. There's no reason to hide his pleased moans, he wants Doyoung to know how much he appreciates the opportunity to prove himself. His tongue drives into his cunt as deep as he can go, trying to slurp up every ooze of slick he can catch, until spit and froth is dripping down Donghyuck’s neck, barely coming up for air like a dying man at an oasis taking his first drink in days.
“Donghyuck.'' His name is gasped with a reverence to it that makes him work harder, as Doyoung lets go of his uncertainty and blooms beneath him. Fingers slipping into his hair to tug, Doyoung whines and grinds his cunt on Donghyuck’s face, panting, moaning, gasping again and again as his slick pours out sweet and fresh. “Oh my fucking god,” he does his best to push Donghyuck’s head away but he doesn’t budge, using the wet muscle of his tongue to dip in and out of Doyoung’s hole over and over. “I-stop, ‘m gonna cum if you don’t stop.”
Donghyuck picks his head up just long enough to say, “You’re supposed to,” and dives back in double time, shoving his tongue flat against Doyoung’s clit for him to grind on while his fingers push inside to fuck him hard and fast. The choked scream he makes bounces around Donghyuck’s head and makes his dick leak against the soft sheets he’s rutting against. He barely catches the gush of slick with his hand before he’s got his mouth down slurping up the rest.
The first word out of Doyoung’s mouth when he stops keening is, “Sorry,” out of breath while he struggles to catch it.
“Why are you sorry?” Donghyuck comes up for air, sitting back on his heels as he takes in how beautifully messy Doyoung is with his thighs covered in shining slick, neck and torso aflame with his blush. Doyoung bites his lip and looks away, keeping his seemingly mortified silence, so he prods again, “Was it bad?”
“I made a mess,” Doyoung finally says, tossing an arm over his face. “I don't know what’s wrong with me.”
His first reaction to that is overwhelming sadness to think someone told him he was being too messy for enjoying himself. Then, he feels the anger for knowing exactly who — Donghyuck never fucking liked Jaemin’s father, but this cements it. “I love how you taste,” he says, grabbing his throbbing cock with his omega slick drenched hand. “I know you don’t want me to, but all I think about when I touch myself is cumming in your sopping wet pussy. I wish you’d let me fuck you like this, I bet it’ll feel fucking amazing when you’re squirting all over my cock.”
“How can you be so lewd with me?” Doyoung peeks out from beneath his arm, watching Donghyuck as he jerks himself off with his sticky hand, the depraved sound making his balls ache to empty. “Who taught you to speak like this?”
“A filthy omega you wouldn't approve of,” Donghyuck says breathlessly, searing the image of Doyoung looking up at him like this into the inside of his skull. If he never gets to do anything with him ever again, this is the moment he wants to remember, but if he doesn't stop jerking off he’s gonna cum and that's the one thing he doesn't want to do is end this so early. Reluctantly, he lets his cock go and reaches for one of the pillows at the top of the bed with his clean hand, using the gross one to tap Doyoung on the thigh, “He taught me this too – lift your hips up.”
Doyoung surprisingly cooperates easily; with the pillow snugly beneath him, Donghyuck grabs the backs of his thighs and lifts his legs high, spreading him fully to the air. some of his slick dribbled down to his ass, perfect for when he licks over his hole and wriggles the tip of his tongue inside while Doyoung’s keen pitches high enough to hurt his ears. “Stop,” he clenches up just right to force Donghyuck’s tongue out, but that doesn't deter him for a second, pressing a wet kiss right to the center. “P-please don't, it's unsanitary.”
“You literally just took a shower, miss me with that ‘unsanitary’ nonsense.” Donghyuck kisses his messy hole again, laving his tongue over the skin before pushing inside.
This time, Doyoung opens up with a guilty moan that catches in his throat. Even here he tastes amazing, his insides hot and fluttering. Doyoung bears down against his tongue with an obscene moan into, “Fuck.” a simple curse that makes his cock throb, hips twitching against the bed.
He gets more slick on his fingers by sticking them back in Doyoung’s cunt, thrusting in and up a couple of times and making him seethe through his teeth. One finger pushes in alongside his tongue and Doyoung practically screeches, his slick helping ease the way in. He should've asked if Doyoung has lube but something’s telling him he doesn't, and the last thing Donghyuck is gonna do is go steal Jaemin’s bottle since he forgot his. That's a line that probably shouldn't be crossed when Donghyuck’s about to fuck his mom.
One finger turns to two and he pulls his tongue out to kiss his way back up Doyoung’s body, stretching him with as much care as he can. “Have you ever done anal before?”
“No,” he breathes his honesty, looking up at Donghyuck from beneath his arm still.
“Does it hurt?” The wet sound of Donghyuck’s fingers is obscene as he stretches him, burning over the thought that he’s taking Doyoung’s virginity in a way.
His hips wiggle and he says, “A little, but it’s more strange than anything. Feels good.”
Another pulse of pure need shoots through him and Donghyuck adds another finger, so horny he might fucking die before he gets to stick it in. “Yeah?”
“Mm,” Doyoung pushes onto his fingers with a sigh, licking his lips. “My ex-husband wanted to fuck me like this for years, but I never let him.”
Donghyuck smirks down at his lovely omega as a sense of superiority settles on his shoulders. That bastard was never good enough. “I must be special, then.”
Gravity makes the gush of slick from his cunt drip onto Donghyuck’s fingers, allowing him to push more inside to help ease the way for his aching cock. “My precious, precious Donghyuck-ah, my second baby.” Doyoung moans wickedly, hips bucking up a couple of times. “Aren’t you gonna fuck me? I'm ready.”
Donghyuck goes insane in one second flat. He uses his clean hand to shove his fingers in Doyoung’s cunt, fingering him in both holes in sharp, alternating thrusts. Doyoung screeches, both holes sucking his fingers in greedily. He’s rougher than he should be with his beloved, but Donghyuck drags another sticky, messy orgasm out of him that he catches in his hand so he can rub it all over his cock, and even then Donghyuck plays around while Doyoung is shaking beneath him, dragging the tip of his cock through his wet folds and bumping it up against his clit thinking about how easy it would be to just push into his cunt like this. He drags the tip down to Doyoung’s hot, shining pussy hole and thinks about how fucked up it is that he wouldn’t be able to stop him, but the prep can't be for nothing. Donghyuck can't betray his instructions, even though he circles the sensitive skin a couple of times and very nearly gives into the urge.
Doyoung looks genuinely surprised when his cockhead drags down to push into his ass, slippery slick making it easy to sink fully in with a couple of experimental thrusts. The tiniest whine resounds in his ears like a thundercrack when his thighs hit Doyoung’s hips and he stays still, moaning at how tight he is. “You feel sooooo good,” he groans, stroking the soft skin of Doyoung’s thighs, trying so hard not to move while they both adjust to this.
“You’re so big,” Doyoung shifts his hips, sighing when Donghyuck’s throbbing cock sinks in that much deeper. He watches helplessly as Doyoung’s fingers push down against his own stomach, feeling the barest pressure of his hand trace along his cock from the outside
while his entire body is flushed with embarrassed arousal. He looks so fucking gorgeous like this, the afternoon sun filtering in through the curtains and across his bare skin.
His eyes drop to where they're connected, committing the sight and feel to memory just in case, wanting to remember every detail of this. Doyoung’s tight heat squeezes around him and forces Donghyuck to rock his hips, shuddering as he pulls out and pushes back in sloooooow. So slow, slower than his body wants to go because he wants Doyoung to feel good. The slide is easy with his hips tilted on the pillow, each wet squish of their bodies indecent as he sets a smooth pace.
“Is this everything you wanted baby?” Doyoung’s husky voice combined with wrapping his legs around Donghyuck’s hips to force him in deeper makes him moan an uncontrolled sound, bucking his hips hard. All Donghyuck can do is nod, closing his eyes because of how good the change in angle is.
He’s tugged down with a hand on the back of his neck, Doyoung’s other hand sliding down his side, “Faster.” The hard stutter of his hips makes Doyoung moan directly into his ear, fingernails biting into his skin. “Oh g-god.”
Every sigh of pleasure, every hiccuped swear is sweeter than the last, breathing together, foreheads pressed close enough for Donghyuck to look in Doyoung’s eyes and lose himself in the sensations. Not thinking as he watches Doyoung’s face screw up in pleasure, mouth falling open as he falls completely to the bed, letting him go.
Donghyuck straightens up and starts furiously rubbing Doyoung’s hard, swollen clit with his thumb as he fucks him. “You’re cute like this,” he says in one rushed breath, soaking up the wild mewl Doyoung utters with his whole chest, hips bucking up against his over and over. “I bet you’ll be even cuter when I’m fucking your pussy — are you sure you don’t want another baby?”
“No,” Doyoung clenches around Donghyuck’s cock as he sobs, as Donghyuck shoves his fingers inside his cunt and fingers him while his thrusts slow down so he can focus on that instead. “stop, p-please stop, t-too much.”
“You should let me fuck you here,” Donghyuck says, crooking his fingers up, up, jiggling them against the textured patch of skin that makes Doyoung scream and clench up. “You’re so pretty like this, so wet for me~”
The gush of slick, of thin cum and squirt mixing with it is depraved. Donghyuck takes his fingers out to grip Doyoung’s hips and fuck him through it, so close himself that all it takes is another couple of thrusts for his knot to start swelling. “Alpha, inside.”
“You want my knot Doyoungie?” Mad with power to have his omega spread beneath him like this, trembling with pleasure while his thickening knot pops in and out on every thrust. “You want Alpha’s knot in your ass?” His gums are burning, teeth ready to slip out so he can claim his omega, his intended. He wants to mate him right here and now, make sure nobody else ever wastes his time and disappoints him again.
“Give me another baby,” Doyoung mumbles right in his ear, and Donghyuck shoves his cock in as deep and far as he can, knot squeezed by Doyoung’s insides so hard he sees stars as he cums. His beloved screams and shakes beneath him, but Donghyuck is too busy dumping an endless flow of cum as his orgasm rolls on and on.
Collapsing to Doyoung's chest, Donghyuck grinds himself into overstimulation, kissing between his tits before he never gets the chance again. Nipping his breasts and kissing the bites, sucking on his nipples as he drags his pleasure out and takes and takes. while Doyoung is breathlessly begging him to stop, that it’s too much even while he clings to Donghyuck’s shoulders and claws down his back as he holds on for dear life shuddering through another messy orgasm that soaks their stomachs.
There's nowhere to go with them locked together, so Donghyuck kisses Doyoung and pours everything into it, sucking on his tongue as his hands roam his body. “Thank you,” he whispers against Doyoung’s jaw when he has to breathe, whining as Doyoung clenches on him with the aftershocks. Doyoung is a vision, panting weakly with his eyes half closed, collapsed against the sheets with a sheen of sweat on him.
Donghyuck has always pulled out before he knotted during sex, how could he possibly ever be satisfied by anyone else ever again after finally knowing how it feels?
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Two hours later, Donghyuck gets halfway into a cigarette out back in the yard before Doyoung finds him, clad only in his robe as he plants himself in Donghyuck’s lap on the chair and says, “Make me cum again you fucking brat.” And he does as the sun sinks fully behind the horizon line, muffling his cries of pleasure with rough kisses as Doyoung rides his cock, his leftover cum making the slide and grind fucking filthy.
Again on the kitchen counter while dinner is heating up, and in the living room when Doyoung puts some movie on and rides Donghyuck’s face. On his hands and knees in his bed again. Until Donghyuck’s dick fucking hurts, shooting blanks and suckling on Doyoung’s tits as he falls asleep wrapped up in the comfort of his favorite person.
They go at it again first thing in the morning, and then in the shower, again in the kitchen. By the time Jaemin is due back home, half the house smells like satisfied omega, and Donghyuck has never been more sure of his own imminent death.
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“I leave for a day and a half and you fucked my mom?!” Jaemin winds up and punches Donghyuck in the face, and he honestly deserves it.
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Their friendship isn't the same for a long time, actually. Jaemin barely talks to him for months and it really, really sucks. He misses his best friend, but he can't say he regrets any of it.
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“Thank you for coming,” Donghyuck says gratefully, locked in the auditorium’s family bathroom with Doyoung at his insistence. “I really appreciate you being here tonight, it means so much to me.”
“Of course I’m here, you worked so hard for this,” Doyoung gives him a kiss that's got his head spinning already. He didn't expect him to come all the way out since Jaemin isn't graduating at the same time as him, but having Doyoung here is everything. “I'm so proud of my baby.”
“I'm going out with my family for dinner, you should join us,” he carefully asks, already knowing the answer.
“I'm not ready to sit in front of your family as your lover yet,” Doyoung says, brushing his fingers through Donghyuck’s hair sympathetically. “I'd like to be there, but I don't think your mother would appreciate my presence.”
He's a little sad about it, but, “I get it. I don't need their approval about who I date though.”
“I know you don't baby,” Doyoung’s penchant for calling Donghyuck baby is its own burgeoning Thing for him, “but when you’re done with dinner you should sneak away and come to my hotel.” That's a promise in itself, but Doyoung seals it with a kiss, moaning when Donghyuck grabs his ass.
“Got a surprise for me?”
“I've got a couple, actually.”
“Can I get a hint?”
“No, but you can fuck my mouth if you can finish in less than five minutes.”
When Donghyuck’s cock hits the back of Doyoung’s throat, he could die.
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“I'm on birth control,” Doyoung mutters against his lips the second he gets on the bed with him. “Is my little alpha gonna knot his omega?”
Wrapped pretty in lingerie with his cunt exposed, Donghyuck feels positively feral as he rushes to get his cock out, kissing Doyoung hard as he shoves himself inside in one hard press, right up to his fucking cervix. With any luck, he’ll knock him up anyway.
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His mom giggles, staring down at his phone for the tenth time this morning at the restaurant they're having breakfast at, and Jaemin can't say he hates seeing him so happy. “You’re in a good mood today,” he says, a knowing smile on his face.
Caught red handed, his mom blushes and slams his phone facedown on the table. “Ah, sorry. I promise I was listening.”
“It's okay.” Even if he had his concerns for a very long time, Jaemin has come to terms with this situation. “I'm glad you're happy and that he's treating you well.”
His mommy sighs, and Jaemin feels bad immediately for all the stink he dragged up over his mom dating Donghyuck. “I’m sorry that it ended up causing trouble between you two, but I am happy. He was very persistent.”
“He's had the most embarrassing crush on you since we were kids, I thought he'd grow out of it but I think he genuinely loves you.”
Jaemin's honesty reduces Doyoung to another bashful, dismissive hand wave. “Even if he does, you know you always come first to me, right?”
“I knowwww, I know.”
They have to pause for their waitress when she pops by to check up on them, but his mom goes right back to it. “If it's too much for you, I won't hesitate to break it off. I don't want you to be uncomfortable with anyone I date.”
“While I appreciate that you’re counting my feelings in this equation, Hyuck would probably die of a broken heart. And I dunno, I think this relationship is really good for you both even if it's a little weird for me.” Donghyuck is still a good person at the end of the day, an attentive boyfriend who attends to his mom’s needs. He likes seeing them both happy.
“Do you really think so?” The blush has paled on his face, but it's still there. demure looks good on his cute mom. “I feel so out of my depth – I have no idea how young people do relationships these days, but I can't say your father ever said good morning to me every single day.”
“Yeah, well, there's a reason you divorced him. He kinda sucks.” Jaemin has his own gripes with his father, but that's neither here nor there. “If you ever need anyone to knock sense into Donghyuck though, I'm your guy.”
His mom reaches across the table to fondly pat him on the cheek, “I know you are, but I don't think you have to worry about me so much. All things considered, Donghyuck is straight to the point usually. I don't have to play guessing games with his moods, it's nice that he’s able to communicate.” Another dig at his brick wall father.
“He's good boyfriend material, but he's still a punk kid like me so just be careful,” Jaemin says, picking at his toast. “If you two get serious he's absolute dogshit at cleaning, you're gonna have to train him.”
It's nice hearing his mother’s loud, bright laughter.
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It takes six months of being miserable working at the convenience store until Donghyuck finds a job in the city Doyoung lives in, but they agree he should get his own apartment and live on his own for a while.
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His mother is beyond scandalized, but she eventually calms down.
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“Where are we going?” Doyoung asks for the fifth time, and Donghyuck is actually getting a little annoyed by him. not like, Annoyed annoyed, but enough to grab him around the waist and swing him into a kiss on the sidewalk right in broad daylight. Doyoung smiles against his lips. “At least give me a hint?”
“I told you it’s a secret, but we’re almost there.” He’s had to coordinate a team of people to help him with this, but Donghyuck is so fucking excited to make it happen, finally. Two trains and a walk to the park on a nice spring day, puffy clouds taking up half the sky. Some of them look like they’re threatening rain so he’s got his umbrella packed just in case, and he made sure to bring an extra sweater too.
“We’re cutting through the park?”
“Yeah, sure,” he says, holding Doyoung’s hand as they walk along. It's soft, perfect in his grip, honestly. He loves the intimacy, even if Doyoung groans sometimes about public affection. Today he seems more amiable about it, like he wants it too.
“Don’t sound so enthusiastic,” Doyoung teases, pinching Donghyuck’s cheek and wiggling the skin. “Look at you, setting up a surprise for me. Is there some special occasion I don't know about?”
“I’m just making good on a promise.” Even if he never said it was a promise, loose as it was. Donghyuck finally spots Jaemin sitting on a blanket next to a basket and snatches Doyoung’s attention before he can see his son. “Remember when you asked what kind of date I'd take you on?”
“Oh, Donghyuck.” The emotion in Doyoung’s voice makes him emotional too, but the last thing he’s gonna do is cry before they eat.
He walks Doyoung backward as he says, “I've been waiting like a month to do this because the weather’s been seriously terrible. I made lunch, which Jaemin has been guarding for the past hour because you couldn’t decide what to wear.”
He grins as Doyoung turns around and spots his son with a little shout, “Oh my god—“
“It's fine before you even try to apologize, I blocked off three hours for this, so I'm surprised you made it so quickly,” he says before giving Donghyuck a narrow glare. “You, behave.”
“I haven't done anything!”
Jaemin kisses his mother on the cheek and smacks Donghyuck on the arm playfully, “And you won’t. I’m gonna go, see ya~”
Lunch is perfect until the sky decides to open up, but he’s got an extra sweater and an umbrella to shield them from the elements, and Donghyuck couldn’t be happier.