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The sun is high in the sky, his headphones are snug around his ears, and he’s made absolutely no progress on his work over the past couple of hours. Well, that's not completely true. He’s finally decided on a colour scheme, but considering how that was on the top of his to-do list three weeks ago, it’s not much of an achievement.
Sighing, Hyunjin leans back in his seat and squints at the screen. God, his eyes hurt. Maybe if he looked at his rendering of the floor plan upside down, something will fall into place? He’s about to get up and think about the best way to do just that when he catches a strong whiff of peaches and brown sugar.
A second later, Felix steps between him and his desk, lean frame swimming in an oversized shirt. His cheeks are ruddy with blush and he smells so overwhelmingly sweet that Hyunjin has to wonder if he bathed in candy.
One shapely leg throws itself over his lap, and Hyunjin blinks up at his boyfriend, mind as blank as his project file.
“Lix?”
Felix settles down onto Hyunjin’s lap in a cloud of peaches and a pout gracing that rosebud mouth.
“Jinnie,” he begins, sounding frustrated, and Hyunjin immediately worries that he’d fucked up.
He knows that Felix wasn’t upset about him needing to spend some time on work this weekend, but it’s totally possible he’s upset about something else. Did he forget about a date that they’d planned? Is today the anniversary of their first kiss? Or maybe their first overnight trip? Felix knows all these anniversaries, and sometimes it’s hard to keep up, despite how much he wants to.
But the list of anniversaries that he’s mentally running through promptly flies right out of his ears when Felix rocks his hips.
Even through the thick fabric of his sweatpants, he feels it. The heat emanating from Felix’s core, the dampness that’s already beginning to seep through.
“I can’t,” Felix continues, blunt nails digging into Hyunjin’s shoulders. “I can’t get off.”
Oh. Oh my god. That’s why Felix smells like he’s ten minutes away from going into heat, even though his next heat is still weeks away.
Hyunjin swallows past the huge, dry lump in his throat and sets sweaty palms onto Felix’s bare thighs.
“Felix,” he says slowly, willing his dick to stay dormant during their conversation. It’s not an easy task, not when he’s been primed over the course of their relationship to make sure his omega is always satisfied. “Can I ask why you’re trying to get off at…four in the afternoon?”
“I was napping.”
That much Hyunjin knows – he’d walked by their bedroom a while ago and Felix was tangled up in the sheets, snoring softly.
“I had a dream.” Felix tugs on the front of Hyunjin’s shirt. “A really good dream.”
“Yeah?”
Felix shifts, causing the hem of his shirt to ride up a little more and giving Hyunjin the chance to glimpse the edge of his underwear. It’s black and lacy, and well, there goes his wish for keeping his dick docile.
“How good?”
“Good enough for me to wake up needing a knot.”
“You should’ve asked for me the moment you woke up.”
That has Felix’s bottom lip jutting out just the slightest.
“I was going to, but when I came out here, you looked so focused that I couldn’t bring myself to interrupt.”
Hyunjin peers over Felix’s shoulder at his computer screen. It’s on screensaver mode, and the picture that pops up is one of Felix and Kkami, the dog belly-up in his arms as Felix smiles down at him.
“Lix, I barely accomplished anything. You could’ve interrupted me and I wouldn’t have lost much progress at all.”
Felix studies him, head tilted to one side. A lock of tousled hair falls into his face and Hyunjin reaches up to sweep it away. His fingertips trail from the shell of Felix’s ear to his neck, then down to where their mating bite sits. The touch to the bite triggers another wave of sugar, and the second the scent settles in his lungs, Hyunjin gives in to the animalistic need to kiss his mate.
Every time Felix kisses him back, Hyunjin wants to climb to the top of the highest building and sing. It’s second nature now, kissing Felix, but they can be mated for a century or two and Hyunjin will still never tire of pressing his mouth to Felix’s.
Without parting, Felix moves one of Hyunjin’s hands from his thigh down between his legs. It’s as good as a verbal order, and they are both extremely aware of how well Hyunjin listens to orders.
His line of sight is somewhat obscured by Felix’s shirt, but he doesn’t need to see to know his way around his mate. Hyunjin thumbs at the edge of lace, then dips under the material to feel the softness of Felix’s skin.
In the next breath, he moves to cup Felix’s cunt with his entire hand. Felix shudders in his hold, and Hyunjin’s dick jumps to life when he feels just how wet Felix is. If he were to wring out Felix’s panties, there’d be a puddle of slick on the floor.
“Yongbok-ah, you’re a minute away from soaking through my pants.”
“Yeah, you should do something about that.”
Felix’s shirt is on the floor, and the omega himself is squirming against Hyunjin’s chest, legs pulled open with shaky hands as a finger keeps the sodden material of his panties out of the way.
He’s got three fingers buried knuckle-deep in Felix’s cunt, slick dripping down his hand and wrist in thick rivulets. The squelch that each pump of said fingers elicit is filthy, and the sound travels straight to Hyunjin’s cock that’s straining against the confines of his pants.
Pants that are three shades darker around his crotch, thanks to Felix’s slick.
Hyunjin mouths at the sun-kissed skin of Felix’s neck, feeling the steady staccato beat of Felix’s pulse on his tongue. He’d learned early on in their relationship that Felix bruises easily, and seeing his omega go about shamelessly parading the collection of love bites that Hyunjin leaves behind never fails to satisfy the alpha in him.
He detaches his teeth from a patch of skin and eyes the blood already pooling beneath. It’s a renewal of a fading bruise – Hyunjin has lost count of how many times he’s brought it back to life. He kisses the divot behind Felix’s ear and licks up a drop of sweat that threatens to escape.
His wrist is starting to ache, but it’s a discomfort he will willingly bear. Felix himself is a whining mess, a frustrated little thing split apart on long fingers and chasing a release that his damned alpha refuses to give. Hyunjin hums, a sound meant to pacify and soothe, but Felix would call him out on the blatant act that it is if he could speak right now.
Very languidly, Hyunjin rolls a thumb over a nipple. Felix jerks like he’s been hot-wired, the walls of his cunt gripping tight around Hyunjin’s fingers, and all it takes is a stroke to Felix’s swollen clit for him to seize up and sob through an orgasm.
Hyunjin holds him through it, an arm around his waist and fingers hooking inside him to press insistently against that one spot that quickly has Felix hurtling into another orgasm, toes curling as he squirts all over the desk.
(A tiny voice in Hyunjin’s mind hopes that he’d remembered to close his sketchbook, because if not, he’s going to have to re-draw a floor plan for a penthouse.)
It’s only when Felix is trembling through the aftershocks does Hyunjin ease his fingers out. The pads of his fingers are wrinkled, and Hyunjin knows Felix would be aflame with embarrassment if he were clear-headed enough to process it. But he isn’t, so Hyunjin does the next best thing – he sets his fingertips against Felix’s bottom lip and slides them into his mouth.
“Good boy,” he murmurs. Felix purrs, happy, eyes shut as he laps up the taste of himself.
When Hyunjin’s sure that his fingers have been cleaned of omega slick, he coaxes Felix off them and kisses him on the temple. Absently, he eases Felix’s ruined panties down his hips and legs, then flings them in the approximate direction of the bin. Felix is probably going to ask for new ones, and Hyunjin is probably going to agree without a second thought.
“How do you feel?”
“Mm, like I still want your knot.”
What a perfect omega. Hyunjin must have done something amazing in his past life to deserve this gorgeous human in his present. He fits the length of his palm against where Felix is puffy and sensitive, enough pressure for Felix to sigh but not enough to get him riled up again.
They sit like that for a while, catching their breaths and uncaring of how the chair squeaks under their combined weight. If they end up breaking this chair, Hyunjin would consider it money well spent. He listens to Felix’s heartbeat as it slows and evens out, and decides that it’s time to kickstart it once more.
One light smack to his cunt has Felix gasping. His teeth sink into the swell of his bottom lip, turning the flesh pale.
“Again,” Felix breathes, grip knuckle-white around the armrest. “Please, again –”
So Hyunjin does it again. And again, until his palm is slick and Felix is teetering on the precipice between pain and pleasure. A tear rolls down his cheek only to stop at the edge of his jaw, where it trembles for a few seconds before it falls off and blends in with the sweat on his throat.
Then Hyunjin stops, so suddenly that Felix swallows a scream and drags his nails down Hyunjin’s forearm in retaliation. Hyunjin eyes the angry red lines running down his arm and smiles.
Without a word, he gathers Felix up into his arms and stands. Felix automatically clings to him, legs winding around his middle as Hyunjin brings them to their room. He sets Felix down on the bed and looks down at himself, at the bulge of his cock in his sweatpants, the fabric covered with spots of his omega’s slick.
“Might stain,” Felix quips, effortlessly beguiling all spread out on the sheets. His freckles stand out stark on his cheekbones, bruise-dappled skin smooth. Nipples taut, tight little cunt glimmering with wetness.
Hyunjin drops to his knees at the edge of the bed and hauls Felix closer with hands around his hips, settling into the space between those supple thighs. He smoothes a hand up Felix’s belly and thinks he can feel the heat blooming under his skin.
Then he dives in.
Felix’s thighs clamp shut around his head at the first broad lave of his tongue up his slit, forcing the puffy lips of his cunt apart for better access. His moans rattle in Hyunjin’s ears as he pushes into where Felix is leaking slick, every firing neuron in his brain demanding for a taste straight from the source.
The fire in his gut flares as soon as Felix’s taste hits his tongue. He could stay here forever, on his knees with his face smothered in Felix’s pussy. He’s pretty sure Felix would let him stay here forever.
He licks his way up to the plump jut of Felix’s clit, keeping it languid and messy just so he can revel in the cracked whines that Felix lets out as he chases his high. Hyunjin hums, lips sealed around his clit – Felix writhes, body wanting to run from the onslaught of pleasure and right towards it at the same time. But Hyunjin doesn’t let him, tightening his grip on Felix’s hips to keep him in place, at his mercy.
Getting Felix off has always been a delicate dance between the mental and the physical. A couple of months into their relationship, Felix had admitted – quite shamefully – that most times he would fail to reach orgasm even with a knot. It was a Him Problem, he said, and tried his best to convince Hyunjin to not feel discouraged if (when) it happened.
Hyunjin didn’t let it get that far.
The first time Felix came by his hands, he wasn’t stuffed with a knot. He didn’t have anything in him, just Hyunjin’s fingers circling his clit and his mouth by his ear, voice low as Hyunjin told him just how good he was.
Felix told him later that it was the first time anyone has ever prioritised his pleasure. Previous sexual partners simply wanted to get their dicks wet, and assumed that a slicked cunt meant they were doing everything right.
Hyunjin promptly rolled him over and showed him just how high up on his priority list he was.
He’s since gotten extremely good at making sure Felix knows how much it pleases him to give. Hell, Hyunjin would be perfectly content tucking a fucked-out Felix into bed and tugging on his cock until he comes into the toilet bowl – and he’s done it, multiple times. After all, popping a knot doesn’t feel the same if Felix isn’t conscious enough to tell him how much he likes it.
“Hyunjin,” Felix gasps, fingers yanking on his hair hard enough to pull him out of his hazy memories. “Fuck, I’m gonna –”
All it takes is a few more flicks of Hyunjin’s tongue against his clit for Felix to come, back bowing off the bed as he floods Hyunjin’s mouth with his release. Hyunjin drinks him down in an attempt to quench a thirst that will never be satiated.
He cleans Felix up to the best of his ability, careful to keep his licks gentle and soothing. It’s only when Felix is pushing at his head and attempting to inch away from the sensitive pain does he stop.
Dragging his hands down the insides of Felix’s thighs, Hyunjin can’t help the small burst of pride when he feels how Felix is still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He’s red and swollen between his legs, clit thick and hole clenching around nothing. Hyunjin thumbs at his hole and Felix whines high in his throat.
“You taste so good, Yongbok-ah.”
Felix eyes the mess that he’s made of Hyunjin’s face and swallows.
“Kiss me,” he croaks, voice shot with how much noise he’s made in the past hour.
Hyunjin joins Felix on the bed and lets Felix claim his mouth, lets him lick the taste of himself out until he’s left mourning the loss. Their limbs tangle and their scents mingle, and Hyunjin is reminded of just how much he’s capable of loving one human being.
“I just wanted your knot,” Felix muses, nipping at his jaw. “I didn’t plan for this.”
“For what?” Hyunjin tries to tame Felix’s hair, messy with sex and sleep alike, and fails to make much progress. “For drenching the bed?”
He gets a whack to the top of his head for that comment.
“The bed is fine!”
“Sorry, I meant my desk.”
Another whack.
“Your fault,” Felix barks, although the way he’s rutting absently against Hyunjin’s thigh softens the remark quite well. Hyunjin grins and kisses Felix’s sweaty temple – hm, even his sweat tastes good.
Soon enough, there’s a hand slithering its way down between their bodies that Hyunjin pretends doesn’t exist. Then it stops at the waistband of his sweats, pauses, and fights past the elastic. Fingers curl around his cock and Hyunjin hums low in his throat.
“Already? Don’t you want a break?”
Felix nuzzles under his jaw, nose brushing over his mating bite.
“No, what I want is your knot.”
Whenever they make love lying on their sides, Hyunjin knows what Felix expects.
Getting off is secondary; the goal here is to stay plugged with come for as long as possible, even after Hyunjin’s knot deflates. Felix loves feeling full – he says it grounds him, long after the pleasure fades. But that doesn’t mean he’s content with just anything.
He doesn’t care for dildos or plugs, he only wants Hyunjin’s cock (and knot).
Hyunjin hooks an arm under Felix’s knee, keeping him open long enough for him to sink inside the vice-like grip of Felix’s cunt.
In the late afternoon light, Felix’s body is dappled in gold, unblemished save for the marks that Hyunjin likes to give. There’s a bruise on his hip that has faded into a pale green, a gift left behind from a week ago when he bent Felix over their kitchen counter. The broken salt shaker that still sits on the counter is another gift from the very same day.
He lets Felix’s leg drop and presses his thumb against the bruise.
There’s hair in his face and nails digging into the meat of his thigh, but he ignores all that in favour of turning Felix’s face towards his. It’s a shitty angle, but the slide of Felix’s tongue against his own is enough to offset the ache in his neck.
Joined together like this, he doesn’t quite know where he ends and Felix begins.
Felix bears down on his cock as best as he can, a hand pressed over the one that Hyunjin has spread out over his belly, feeling the faint outline of himself. Every time his walls flutter around him, Hyunjin feels sparks trip-shocking their way down his spine, burying deep into his bones where they’ll simmer.
“Alpha,” Felix mumbles. “Alpha, make me come.”
Hyunjin can’t remember a time when he wasn't at the mercy of his mate’s desires.
He digs a heel into the sheets for leverage then thrusts once into Felix, testing the angle. His omega moans, lightheaded from the sensation of an alpha cock rearranging his guts, and Hyunjin figures this is more than good enough.
The hand under Felix’s head moves to curl around the tantalising column of his throat, forcing his head back so Hyunjin can decorate his skin with bruises. The other hand slips down between quivering thighs to play with his poor, abused clit, and Hyunjin catches the moment Felix’s eyes roll back before slipping shut.
He sets a good, steady pace, hips bouncing off Felix’s cute little butt.
Neither one of them will last long, not when Hyunjin had to control himself since Felix climbed onto his lap, and definitely not when the slightest breeze can set off Felix’s thoroughly fucked cunt.
Felix’s mouth brushes against the edge of his jaw.
“Fill me. Breed me so full I’ll leak your come for days.”
Jesus.
Hyunjin fucks him a little harder and a little faster, fingers flying over his clit until Felix is coming with a wail, squirting all over their thighs.
“That’s it,” Hyunjin praises. “Look at you.”
He doesn’t ease up, keeps going despite Felix’s garbled pleas to stop, keeps going until Felix’s thighs slam shut around his hand, body shivering and cunt spasming. With a groan, Hyunjin finally lets himself come, clutching Felix against him as his knot inflates and locks them together, each pulse of his cock filling Felix up with his come.
Felix sighs, blissed out.
They’re covered in a mix of sweat and Felix’s mess, but all they do is snuggle in closer.
“Good?”
“Mhm,” Felix hums. He’ll need a cool washcloth later to soothe his heated cunt, but for now, this is all he wants. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you,” Hyunjin replies, and presses a kiss to Felix’s sweaty hairline.
Felix is already awake when Hyunjin cracks an eye open.
They’d drifted off while waiting for his knot to deflate, and the light outside has since faded into a blood orange. A shift of his hips tells Hyunjin that they’re no longer joined, but just as he’s about to ease out of Felix, his mate stops him with a hand around his wrist.
“Hyun, what do you think about me going off birth control?”
Hyunjin, brain too fogged up with sleep and his orgasm, has to wait several seconds before Felix’s words sink in.
“What? Off the pill?” He pushes himself up onto an elbow and gazes down at Felix’s face. “Lix, you want –?”
“A baby.”
Traitorously, Hyunjin’s dick twitches. A smile flits across Felix’s lips and Hyunjin knows he felt it.
“You want a baby?”
“Your baby,” Felix specifies.
This is a conversation that they should not be having when Hyunjin’s dick is still wet with their combined come. He pulls out with a wince and shuffles around so he’s seated across from Felix, the latter propped up on a stack of pillows.
He’s so beautiful, Hyunjin thinks. Positively glowing.
He shakes the thought out of his head. That’s not the topic at hand, here.
“You think we’re ready?”
“I don’t know,” Felix admits. “But I think we could be.”
An image pops up in Hyunjin’s mind, one where Felix is chasing a little girl around, Kkami following close behind. Felix is laughing, their little girl is laughing, and Kkami’s little legs are flying. Something in his gut twinges.
“I think we could be, too.”
Felix’s smile grows. “Yeah? Then I’ll set an appointment with my doctor in a couple of weeks, see if everything’s okay?”
“I’ll come with,” Hyunjin promises. Felix reaches out for him and Hyunjin accepts his hand, thumbing over the ridge of his knuckles.
Then Felix’s legs fall apart, just enough for Hyunjin’s eyes to land on the seam of his cunt, still creamy with his come. As he watches, a trail of come seeps out into a small puddle on the sheets. He swipes a finger down Felix’s slit, collecting the come there, and presses it back inside.
Felix hisses at the sensitivity and Hyunjin’s dick plumps up embarrassingly quickly.
“You’re insatiable,” Felix says with a shake of his head. “Stop it, I’m sore.”
“But we should be practising,” Hyunjin points out, “for when you’re off birth control.”
A laugh bubbles out of Felix. “Practice, you say?” His gaze flickers down to where Hyunin’s finger is still nestled inside him. “You’re right, maybe we need some practice.”
Hyunjin grins and leans in to kiss him.