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Wonwoo’s breathing begins to get heavier as the ache building within him becomes suddenly very real. His heat has begun.
He knew this would happen, he’d known it would come around someday, eventually. But he’d always hoped and feared it would come when he’d have an opportunity to talk to Mingyu about it, just once. Just one last conversation that would finally tell Mingyu everything once and for all. But of course the world is rarely so kind. Of course his heat would come at a time like this.
Wonwoo tries to ignore the building pressure and focus on his next task, but the thoughts and worries that had already been swimming in his mind are suddenly given a very pressing new anchor, impossible to ignore.
As he sits in front of the camera, doing his best to act normal as usual, the heat within him is growing hotter and hotter, taking every bit of his focus just to maintain his composure.
*Only another 20 minutes.* He reminds himself. It'll be the first time he shuts off the stream on schedule, but Wonwoo doesn't really have a choice. Mingyu will be home shortly after 8pm, and whether Wonwoo is still streaming or not, he's going to smell what's happening.
The stream drags by slowly. It feels like hours. And with each passing moment, the urge to give in becomes more and more pronounced.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the stream ends.
For several moments, Wonwoo just sits there, slumped in his chair. This will be alright, right? He’ll just explain it to Mingyu now, and everything will be ok.
As he shakily stands from the chair, he catches a brief glance of his reflection in the monitor. He’s flushed, eyes dilated, the tell-tale signs of heat impossible to deny.
Finally, the stream is over. He can't deny it anymore, the heat has fully set in, its demands filling his body and mind. As he reaches to turn the stream off, his entire body aches as it aches to be touched, and as if answering his needs, the sound of the dorm's front door opening comes to him from downstairs.
Wonwoo's heart begins to beat faster as Mingyu walks into the dorm. Even at this distance, there is no doubt in his mind that Mingyu will be able to smell him as soon as he takes a deep breath. Wonwoo begins walking in the direction of the living room. He still hasn't figured out how to approach this, but talking is the only thing he can think of in this situation. The hallway he walks down is suddenly an endless road, like walking up the scaffold to the gallows, until he is standing at the threshold of the living room.
Mingyu's back is to him at first, but as soon as he enters the room Mingyu turns around. Wonwoo doesn't have to say anything as the moment their eyes meet, Mingyu's go wide. The smell has gotten to him. And as Mingyu's nostrils flare, the ache within Wonwoo suddenly becomes even more intense.
That's *his* alpha, the one who could make this all okay again.
Something within him is crying out to be touched, to be loved, to be safe in someone's arms.
The two of them stand there for a moment, Mingyu processing and Wonwoo silently waiting for… something.
“Wonnie..”
Mingyu’s tone is almost reverent, like he’s addressing a goddess. In this heat-stricken moment, maybe that was how things feel. He takes a few steps and closes the distance between them, stopping only just in front of Wonwoo.
Wonwoo’s breathing has become deep and shaky. He is close enough to feel the heat radiating off Mingyu and smell him like he was drowning him in it. The air between them is thick and quiet with anticipation.
Mingyu hesitantly raises his hand and, with just the lightest touch, puts his palm on Wonwoo's cheek.
At first Wonwoo flinches, but even that small bit of contact feels like the touch of heaven. Almost involuntarily he leans gently into the touch, almost nuzzling Mingyu’s hand like an animal starving for affection.
“How are you in heat, Won?"
Mingyu’s voice is a deep and quiet whisper, almost reverent, like speaking too loudly would break the moment. He gently traces his thumb across Wonwoo’s face, as if mapping this moment to memory.
It’s impossible to think clearly for Wonwoo as his mind is consumed with the heat. He can feel his resolve starting to break. There’s a desperate need inside of him, and the only thing that’s going to satisfy it is Mingyu.
It's starting to seem that physically *showing* Mingyu is the quickest way to both explain and solve the mystery of Wonwoo's heat.
It’s difficult to hold back, to not just shove Mingyu back against the nearest wall, to take all the physical contact he would give. But as hard as it is for Wonwoo, he still knows: if he's going to show Mingyu, if he’s going to let him in on the secret he's kept all this time, the time for half-measures and obfuscation is over. Wonwoo needs to show Mingyu, in no uncertain terms, that he's biologically *more than* capable of both the ruts Mingyu has oreviously witnessed and this new stage.
“Mingyu, I-”
Wonwoo’s breath hitches as Mingyu takes a step towards him. Their bodies are now nearly touching, and he can smell the sharp musk of Mingyu’s alpha just millimeters away, filling his mind with desire and need.
"On second thought, let's not talk, Wonnie. That's probably the last thing you wanna do right now."
Wonwoo shivers, feeling Mingyu’s warm breath against his ear. His head his swimming, his body aches, and the only thing going through his mind is a mantra of *need*, need, *need.*
As Mingyu’s hand traces around to the nape of his neck, he’s beginning to agree with him. Talking can wait.
Wonwoo’s head tilts back automatically as Mingyu’s hand gently pulls on the back of his neck, bearing his throat. He can feel heat radiating from Mingyu, smell the sharp scent of alpha coming from him, and it’s driving him mad. It’s telling every alpha instinct his body has to give in, to submit and allow this dominant alpha to take him.
"Is it time, Wonnie? Are you comfortable with taking things into bed for the first time?"
The words are hard to make out through the heat’s haze. It’s difficult for Wonwoo to think, but there’s an aching, desperate need welling up inside of him. He feels it all over, but most intensely he feels it down below, a wet, insistent ache, an emptiness he knows Mingyu will soon fill.
He manages to nod. Yes, he’s comfortable. Yes, he’s ready.
Mingyu lifts Wonwoo up, his one arm sliding under his knees while the other supports his back, cradling his heat-stricken body against his chest. Every movement sets more heat off, each breath filled with Mingyu’s scent and the feel of his body.
Wonwoo tries to steady his breathing as Mingyu carries him away from the living room towards his bedroom.
The journey seems to take an eternity and only an instant. He can feel Mingyu’s breath against his neck, and that combined with the feeling of being held against his chest has Wonwoo in ecstasy. This is what his body has been craving.
He is gently laid out on the bed, lying on his back with Mingyu hovering over him. Every part of his body is crying out to be touched, and Mingyu’s gaze is filled with a feral alpha focus.
“Can I see?
Mingyu’s voice trembles slightly as it breaks the quiet tension between them. He’s just as excited and nervous as Wonwoo, but the power differential is still as evident as ever. Wonwoo nods, barely trusting himself to speak, and lays himself open to whatever Mingyu will do.
He shivers as Mingyu starts to pull his shirt off him, exposing his body. Wonwoo suddenly feels vulnerable, the last barrier between them gone as the heat has brought them to a point that their love has yet to reach. But if this is going to happen, if he’s going to finally be fully open with Mingyu, he has to expose everything.
His chest and stomach are bare, and Wonwoo has a moment of panic just as his breaths begin to come faster. He tries to cover himself with his arms, but Mingyu has another idea. He grabs them, pinning them above his head against the bed, forcing him to stay open for him.
"Honey, we live together. I've seen this part before."
“Nngh- I know-“
The muscles of Wonwoo’s stomach twitch as his body struggles to stay still. Being held down like this by Mingyu’s strong hands as he’s about to be completely exposed is both scary and incredible. He is vulnerable in the best way, and the only thing on his mind is submitting to the alpha above him.
Mingyu holds him down for a few moments more, before he slowly moves his hands and continues undressing him. It’s like an incredible tease, the hands that had just been so strong, even dominant, now gently tracing his body, making his breath hitch. As his pants and underwear are slipped off, completely exposing him in the warm, quiet room, his face turns red and he has to look away.
“Hey, look at me”
Mingyu brings one hand up to Wonwoo’s cheek and gently turns it so he’s facing him again. In most moments, Wonwoo would fight back, try to maintain the illusion of control, but not in this heat-stricken instant. He looks Mingyu in the eye as the last of his clothing falls to the floor.
“Don't be embarassed."
Mingyu begins to undo the buttons of his own shirt, pulling it off and revealing the strong, muscular chest and arms underneath. Wonwoo is almost lost in him, in the sight of his alpha’s body exposed to him.
He reaches out with one trembling hand, wanting to touch, needing to.
The skin of Mingyu’s torso is hot and firm under Wonwoo’s hand, each twitch of a muscle under his fingers bringing a new wave of heat and need. With his other hand he begins to unbutton Mingyu’s jeans, tugging anxiously.
“…Please.”
It’s barely above a whisper, but the desperate, pleading tone of Wonwoo’s voice says it all. *Please, don’t stop now. Please, finish undressing. Please, claim me, love me, own me, make me yours.*
“I got you, love. I’ll take care of everything.”
The sound of Mingyu’s voice, deep with alpha confidence, is enough to send another wave of heat through Wonwoo’s body. As his pants hit the floor, the last bit of clothing between them now discarded, he pushes him down onto the bed and straddles him.
With Wonwoo’s legs on either side of his hips, he’s spread wide, exposed and open below Mingyu. His chest heaves from his labored breathing and his head swims, consumed with heat and need. The sight of Mingyu above him, dominating him, has him almost completely lost.
Mingyu's eyes are locked on the space between Wonwoo's thighs. *He's definitely realising now*
Wonwoo feels a wave of anxiety and heat hit him as Mingyu’s gaze moves lower, and he knows what will happen next. This is the moment he’s been dreading for months, the moment when Mingyu will realize the full truth, that Wonwoo is more than an alpha, that he has a secret he’s been keeping from his alpha for years. He can feel and smell the subtle changes in Mingyu’s body above him, an almost physical response to the realization. He squeezes his eyes shut, unable to bear watching.
“Wonwoo, look at me.”
The command is firm, but gentle, like an alpha soothing a timid omega. Wonwoo slowly obliges, and through the heat-stricken tears now at his eyes he sees that Mingyu’s expression isn’t one of disgust. He looks intrigued, even curious.
“Can I…”
Mingyu hesitates, looking like he can’t quite find the words for what he wants. But the way his scent is changing now, deep and musky, makes it obvious what he’s trying to ask. Wonwoo is still scared, but for Mingyu, he’d let him do whatever he wanted.
Wonwoo, bless his soul, is beyond overstimulated with the presence of a capable, *eager* alpha, of *his* own alpha whom he'd always planned to one day take this step with.
The heat and his own desperate need overcome his fear, and he nods. Mingyu is a good alpha, he will be gentle with him. He has nothing to worry about.
His body is still trembling as Mingyu leans down towards him, his hips still gently pinning his own thighs apart.
Wonwoo tenses as he feels Mingyu’s breath against his body, but the feeling turns into a shiver as he feels a tongue begin to gently lap against him.
He lets out a choked whimper, unable to keep quiet at the unexpected feeling.
He feels one of Mingyu’s hands come to grab his legs, steadying him as the alpha begins to explore with his tongue. Every new touch sends waves of pleasure through his body, bringing heat and desperate needy whimpers out of him.
He can feel Mingyu’s nose occasionally nuzzling one of thighs, the feeling driving him mad. The heat is so intense now it’s nearly drowning out all other sensations, like his body itself is crying out to be mated, marked, dominated.
After what seems like forever, he finally feels Mingyu pull away, and the loss of the pressure and heat on his body is a sudden shock. He manages to open his eyes, now completely teary and overwhelmed, to see the alpha sitting back on his haunches, looking down at him.
“You taste amazing, baby.”
Even through the heat and tears in his eyes, Wonwoo can tell that Mingyu is being 100% genuine, with the musky tone of his scent to match. He feels more assured than ever that Mingyu isn’t disgusted.
“You’ve been so good. So perfect.”
Wonwoo’s body shivers and tightens at the praise. He’s been good, he’s been a good mate for his alpha, he’s been *taking it* like a good omega.
Mingyu gently brings one hand up to his stomach and starts tracing patterns across it.
"Can I breed you, Wonnie? Is that what you want with your heat?"
Every cell in Wonwoo’s body is screaming *yes.* The need to be claimed, bonded, to complete the final stage of their relationship. He nods desperately, a shaky “Please” escaping his lips.
"Anything for you, love."
Wonwoo feels Mingyu’s hand on his wrist, pulling gently on it.
“Here, up a bit, come here.”
He moves with Mingyu’s guidance, sitting up with his back against the headboard as the alpha kneels between his legs, hands resting on his hips, holding him in place. Wonwoo is completely at his mercy, his body on full display and his mind consumed by the heat.
He can feel Mingyu’s breath on his collarbone as he leans in close, his head beginning to nuzzle against him.
“I still wanna be your mate, Wonnie. I want you to know that;"
Wonwoo melts. This is everything he needs to hear, to have his alpha still want him, to know his secret will barely change anything between them.
The last of the tension and anxiety in his body flows away like water, leaving behind only the heat-stricken need.
“Please. Please I need you.”
His voice comes out as a desperate whine, the last of his reserve completely gone. With Mingyu here, like this, the heat has completely taken over. He has to be mated now by his alpha.
“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna make you wait anymore.”
He can feel Mingyu against his thigh, the hard and firm length pressing up against him. It’s a physical reminder of what’s about to happen, just inches away and waiting for him.
He’s shaking uncontrollably from the heat but won’t look away now. Wonwoo’s eyes stay locked on his alpha, and he watches as the last layer of control drops from Mingyu’s face. He leans in and starts to place gentle kisses on his neck.
Wonwoo can’t help but tilt his head back as the alpha slowly kisses down his neck. His heat-stricken body is begging for more, but with the alpha in control he’s forced to only receive as much or as little as Mingyu chooses to give.
Every kiss sends more heat through his skin, each one bringing a whimper of need that he’s too far gone to even attempt to suppress. His body is so desperate that even this gentle contact is almost sending him over the edge.
“You’re so sensitive, sweetheart. Are you that ready?”
Mingyu’s breath is hot against his ear, his voice low and musky. Each word has a hint of an alpha command to it, telling him to *prepare*, making him shiver and tingle.
Wonwoo tries to speak but barely more than a whimper escapes. He’s desperate, he’s aching, he’s about to burn up from the heat, he needs Mingyu and he needs him *now*.
He manages to nod, a silent plea for more.
“Good. Good boy.”
There’s an edge of dominance in Mingyu’s voice now. Wonwoo’s legs twitch at the praise, the heat-addled part of his mind crying out *Yes, I’m good, I’m a good omega, a good boy for my alpha, for my mate*.
He can feel every movement of Mingyu’s hand as it moves down his hips and brushes gently against his inner thigh. He’s so desperate now he can feel the slick from his heat starting to run down his legs as he twitches in place, waiting.