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Contrary to popular belief, Jungwon has always been a person to ask for help first, try it on his own second.
It’s not that he’s not skilled enough to deal with his own problems, or that he’s lazy to even think of a possible solution. It’s just that time and time again, he’s been fascinated on how his friends come up with different ways to deal with an issue. Sunoo has always been the type to consider feelings—and often acting according to them, while Niki has brushed off the feelings out of a situation, focusing on the objective aspects of the issue.
At this moment in particular, while he stares at Niki, he wonders what’s going through the younger’s head.
“Are you even going to help?”
“This is me helping.” Jungwon replies.
Niki huffs from his place. A piece of a puzzle dances through his fingers as he stares hard at the unfinished picture of the Mona Lisa.
Jungwon had come to Niki’s and Sunoo’s shared student apartment out of boredom, finding more entertainment on snooping around in Niki’s vinyl collection than taking another three-hour nap that will make him feel all groggy and uncomfortable. He’s been having a few too many of those this week and it’s barely Wednesday.
He’s currently lying on the bed, head barely dangling out of it.
“Why are you even doing that again?”
“Because Sunoo hyung gave me shit saying I’d be awful at puzzles.”
Niki rarely cares for the comments people make of him, but when they come from Sunoo, it’s like someone had started a fire under his ass. Jungwon still remembers the never ending Uno – No Mercy match they had last week, all because Sunoo had made fun of Niki’s way of pronouncing Uno.
He snorts. “Which you are.”
“More slander!” Niki points, whole body turned back to the desk and said unfinished puzzle. “Why do you guys have zero faith in me?”
Niki turns around to the desk again, attention on said puzzle. They fall under a comfortable silence for an entire twenty seconds before he’s turning back to Jungwon again.
“Y’know, this is why people go to therapy.”
Jungwon can sense Niki’s just stalling, but it isn’t his problem, so he doesn’t mind being a distraction.
“Because of puzzles?” He frowns.
Niki scoffs, “At least I’m better than you.” Jungwon finally stands up from the bed to have a look at it. His head spins for a second and he clumsily walks to his side.
“This is all you’ve got?” Jungwon snorts, a hand on his forehead. He feels it warm. “you’ve barely put three pieces together.”
There’s a bunch of little clumps of puzzle pieces stuck together, and most of them looked abused. There’s no doubt it’s Niki’s doing. Jungwon focuses on the image on the back of the box, and five minutes later and a few snarly comments from Niki, he’s got the frame of the photo done.
“20 bucks and you do this for me.” Niki is quick to offer.
“I heard that,” Sunoo walks into the room, hair dripping wet, “the fuck are you guys doing in my room?”
“Yours got the best AC” Jungwon comments, throwing himself on Sunoo’s bed yet again. “Where were you?”
“Dance classes” Sunoo explains as he silently nudges Niki out of his seat by the desk. The younger of three stands up, demeanor changing as soon as the puzzle is out of his sight and throws himself on top of Jungwon. “Ugh, get out both of you.”
“You get out, you’ll get sick.” Niki says back, snorting. Sunoo’s clothes look damp, sticking close to his body like he had still been practicing a minute ago.
“I’m taking off my clothes,” Sunoo announces, reaching for the hem of his shirt. A second later, Niki runs out the room making vomiting sounds. He snorts.
Before, Niki had no issue on looking at Sunoo change, as being a beta had made it easy for him to ignore the sweet scent Sunoo would let out when he starts to relax, like he is now, throwing away the wet clothes and looking for the different salts and soaps he’ll use for his bath. But one encounter of not knocking Sunoo’s door before opening it to see the older lying naked on his bed, with a dildo rammed inside him as he drowned his moans with a pillow had him traumatized for the following months.
Jungwon had the joy of not having that image engraved in his memory for the rest of his life, so as Sunoo finished taking off his clothes, he simply turned aside, getting comfortable on the older’s bed.
“Today was fucked,” Sunoo comments, “my new stupid instructor had us repeat the choreo like thirty times, I swear he’s a masochist.”
Jungwon yawns, stretching his limbs all around the bed. “Wouldn’t the term be a sadist?”
“That too, if he hadn’t done the whole thing with us!” Sunoo scoffs, “he wouldn’t get tired Jungwon-ie, he let us go just cause Wonyoung was almost fainting, and even then, he looked annoyed!”
Jungwon chuckles. “Sounds like he needs to get laid.”
“Plus, get this,” He looks back at Jungwon, “I asked him for help, and he said yes! Stayed with me an extra half an hour to spot me.”
“What a douchebag!” Jungwon answers, sarcastically now.
“Whatever. I just feel bad for the omega that’d have to deal with that annoying alpha ass.”
“He was an alpha?” Jungwon’s interest peaks at the mention of their secondary gender. He turns, catches sight of Sunoo’s ass before he tugs his waist in a towel. “Why would they hire an alpha for a dancing omega class?”
“Beats me,” Sunoo sighs. “Now, get out, you’re staining my sheets with your smell.”
Jungwon groans, dramatically, expanding his limbs even more.
He doesn’t think much of Sunoo’s words, doesn’t interpretate them any other way than please get out of my nest, or I will roll you out myself like any other omega would mean it. Because he spends the rest of the night next to Niki before he goes back to his own apartment, throwing himself to the bed as the door closes behind him, Jungwon fails to notice the changes himself.
It's until the next day, during third period when he realizes.
Upcoming heat
Your heat may start any day in the next 7 days.
“Fuck” Jungwon whines, throwing his entire upper body onto the table.
Somehow, he had been a fool to realize it until he read that notification. He had woken up with a shiver going down his body and figured he just had turned too sensitive of the May weather, so he put on a hoodie and called it a day.
When the quick bite he went to grab to the cafeteria tasted like garbage, and the spice felt twice the strongest, he just threw the kimbap away and bought himself a banana milk, considering eating donkatsu for lunch instead.
But the stars have finally aligned, and the cat is out of the bag.
The horny cat who wants inside again to pretend he’s not about to spend the following week grinding embarrassingly to his mattress wishing for dick and knot as if his life depended on it.
When the bell rings and they go to their next class, Jungwon fails to notice Sunoo has been talking his ear off all the while.
“By the way, Niki texted me, Saturday night is still on, right?”
“Oh, I—maybe take my name out” Jungwon says, attention on the way his backpack bounces against his ass as he walks. He’s fucked, he knows, has fallen down the rabbit hole and it’s barely been half an hour since he came to know of his heat.
“Why? You know how much he’s been waiting for this party.” Sunoo comments, offended like he had been the one getting cancelled instead.
They put their stuff down, finding two seats at the back of the amphitheater classroom. Great. It’s a Thursday and they get to spend their next two hours in their Liberal Arts extra course Sunoo practically dragged him to enroll in. Jungwon doesn’t normally care much for having to act out whatever their teacher makes them do, but today he doesn’t have the strength to even care for it.
Jungwon unlocks his phone and gives it to Sunoo.
“Oh,” Sunoo exclaims, “you think it’s coming Saturday?”
“I think it’s coming right now,” Jungwon sobs.
“Well, get laid tonight and come to the party on Saturday.” He moves the phone back, and fishes out his own like he had given Jungwon the obvious solution.
Jungwon takes his laptop out of his bag, booting it up. While the idea seemed tempting for the part of him that wanted to be pounced on right away, the small, teeny tiny rational side that still remained in him couldn’t really fancy the idea of it. He experienced some heats with his previous lovers, although it had been quite a while since then, his current constant being that one dildo Sunoo gifted him as a prank.
The prank had been on himself, and the amount of times Jungwon had ended up using it despite saying he’d be throwing it out was just too many to share, even to his best friend who would definitely not judge him at all.
The class starts, but neither of them pay much attention, just lower their voices.
The professor asks them to come out to reenact scenes of random movies for the second time this month, and Jungwon starts suspecting he’s running out of things to teach them. Some of them do enjoy them, normally the first ones to raise their hand and rush to the front. Sunoo had raised his, but not been picked just yet.
In the midst of the chaos, Jungwon focuses on the redaction of his forum post, cringing.
Omega (21M) is in need for an Alpha (older, M) to spend his heat with this weekend.
Message me if interested, serious inquires only. Trolls will get blocked.
He turns to Sunoo and moves his laptop to his side. Sunoo looks at the screen for a total of five seconds before he’s smacking Jungwon on the back of his head.
"Don't sell yourself like that," Sunoo scolds him, "do it with someone you know."
“Ugh, who would I even get laid with?” Jungwon hisses, even though he’s not interested in the answer. He wants Sunoo to understand that’s not really an option for him, but the question only backfires.
“Well, there’s a few in my dance class that are interested in you, if that tickles your fancy.” Sunoo takes out his lipstick and starts applying it with his middle finger.
Jungwon hums, “would Sunghoon-hyung be on the list?” He asks, already smiling.
He had thrown out the question only to rile up the older. Sunoo falters on his self-grooming for a second, and continues like Jungwon had asked for their notes instead.
“I can give you his number if you’re interested.” Sunoo says, sounding dejected.
“Nah, you can keep him.” Jungwon answers.
Sunoo had mentioned the existence of Sunghoon a few months before. He had once been the handsome douchebag that would not stop pestering him, and soon turned into the alpha Sunoo ended up contacting for his heats. He’s still in the stage of denying further interest than a quick relief, even though it’s his name on Sunoo’s phone screen most of the time.
Jungwon doesn’t comment on how Sunoo smiles whenever he gets a notification, he can go through the same pointless conversation of Sunoo denying Sunghoon too many times to understand he’s the one wasting his time.
Sunoo doesn’t deny Jungwon’s words and keeps quiet for the rest of the class.
It’s until after a whole hour of pretending to be a plant, then a chair, and a whole monologue on why bees are important—which they are, but how is this even relevant to the class, Jungwon will never know, that Sunoo resumes their conversation.
“Ah, right!” He turns to Jungwon, grinning, like he had the idea of the century. Jungwon embraces for the worst. “There’s this ripped and cute puppy-like hyung who helped me out once during my heat.
“He was so good with the whole thing and didn’t turn awkward later on.” Sunoo explains, “Maybe he can help you out.”
“And is this ripped cute puppy-like alpha here in the room with us?” Jungwon scoffs.
Sunoo smacks him on his bicep. “I’m being serious! He was so respectful; I would’ve definitely paid him for it if that didn’t turn him into a sex worker.”
Jungwon thinks about it, and Sunoo adds, “plus I did give him head so I guess that counts as payment.”
“TMI” Jungwon frowns, pushing Sunoo aside.
"Well, it's either that so you can relieve your heat before Saturday, or you spend your entire weekend moaning by yourself with a dildo and disappointing your second best friend."
Jungwon doesn't like the wording of that. “Do you have a pic at least?”
“Maybe,” Sunoo starts scrolling through his contacts when the professor calls his name. They’re about to reenact a scene out of Parasyte, and Sunoo gets chosen as Kiwoo, the son who pretends to be an English tutor. “Shoot,”
He slides his phone to Jungwon’s side, and says as he walks down the stairs, “Write down his phone, it’s the one on the J’s, his name is—”
Jungwon frowns as he repeats the name, scrolling down the J’s and finds the number. There’s a picture attached to the contact. The contact of a black-haired boy, attractive undercut. He’s wearing a gray hoodie, and playing with a guitar, not looking at the camera.
Jungwon doesn’t understand how or why he would be described as cute puppy-like, but at this point, he doesn’t care. He gulps at the sight and finds himself sending a message before he realizes what he’s even doing.
jwon
Hi! I’m Jungwon. Sunoo gave me your phone; said you could help me out.
The response comes back almost a minute after.
J
sure
what do you need?
He feels his cheeks turning warm. How did his life take a turn where he’d be asking an alpha for assistance? He’s not backing down, though, not when he’s already imagining it.
jwon
well
I have this personal problem
told me you helped him with once?
J
I see
we can meet in private
lmk where and when
Jungwon smiles, feeling happy with himself. He had not expected for him to agree so quickly, but if Sunoo had sold him as a nice guy, Jungwon would believe him, bad boy looks be damned.
jwon
is tonite good?
Contrary to popular belief, Jungwon’s never been one to ask for favors to people he barely knows, no matter how extrovert he might be. And not sexual favors, on top of that.
Jungwon’s never been as nervous as he is right at this moment. The living room slash kitchen of his apartment has never felt so small as he paces around, and he had thrown a party last year here, almost fifty people invited. The boy had agreed on meeting in his apartment, saying something that he’d bring the stuff for the pain. Jungwon had not understood what he meant and truthfully didn’t want to ask, at least not through text. There’s so much he can send and ask before he feels embarrassed out of his mind.
The idea of spending his heat with an alpha he doesn’t know had backfired in his system. He feels his body hotter than ever, expectations higher than ever, and has cleaned himself where the slick had dripped down at the mere thought of an alpha coming—to him, to help him out. The idea of it all has his omega side elated, a heartbeat away from popping a boner.
He’s not one to be ashamed of his decisions, but this one decision in particular, he’s not sure to be proud of just yet.
When Jungwon finally drinks a whole cup of water and decides to settle by the couch, his doorbell rings.
The alpha standing just out of his apartment is wearing a pair of dark sweats with a sleeveless black shirt, a cap hiding his hair. The first thing Jungwon notices is that he’s already sweating, barely, like he had gone for a run before coming to him. He’s emanating an aroma Jungwon might get definitely drunk on, even though he’s yet to step inside the apartment.
“You letting me in?” The alpha asks, tone a tad bit irritated.
“Shit,” Jungwon moves aside, “yes, yes, come on in.”
The alpha comes inside, setting down a sports bag by the entrance, taking off his shoes. He looks around his place. Jungwon has never been one to decorate the spaces he lives in, but Sunoo had insisted him on framing some of their pictures together as well as putting on different posters of his favorite movies.
Jungwon still feels like it isn’t him, but he doesn’t mind giving in to his friend’s requests.
However, the boy before him seems to think otherwise.
“You like Lord of the Rings?” He asks, a faint smile hinting at his mouth. Jungwon fails to realize he spends a few too many seconds staring.
Jungwon can’t help get stuck on the same idea of how Sunoo could be so wrong. The boy before he doesn’t look like a puppy at all—he’d very much compare him to a cat instead, one that’s trying to be cautions in a new environment yet finding things interesting as he ventures in. He keeps his hands on his pocket, leaning close to the posters in questions, like he’d like to touch it but wouldn’t dare.
“Ah, yes, I uh—I like binging them on Christmas.” He shares, then mental slaps himself for it.
“Cool.”
Jungwon feels uncomfortable. He doesn’t know how to proceed with this, had hoped the boy would lead the way and then he’d act like he knows what he’s doing, and this is not his first rodeo—but so far, the plan is turning sour. He’s the host, it’s not the first time he’s had someone new at his place but how else could he get the ball rolling without stripping or straight up humping against his leg?
He hates the way his neediness is getting the best of him, even if only in his head.
“I’m uh, Jungwon, by the way,” Fuck, fuck, why is he so bad it this? “Do you want some water?”
He can already picture it. The boy is about to frown and say no, he doesn’t want anything, he’s leaving right now because he can’t believe how bad Jungwon is at this. He’d tell his friend all about it, Jungwon would have his reputation ruined, it’d follow him for the rest of his life up to the point of not finding a job and he’ll end up living in a box asking for change like that one Squidward episode.
All Jungwon needs to wonder now is, would a regular sized box from Amazon fit him? Or would he have to look for an AC shaped one?
“Water sounds good,” He hears the alpha say, instead, “and Jay, by the way. But you already knew that.”
Jungwon forces a laugh out as he goes to fish out a cup from his cup board and serves some water. He comes back to the living room where Jay is standing and offers him the cup.
“No water?” Jay asks. Fuck, had he drunk it on his way there?
“Shit, let me get you som—”
“It’s alright,” Jay interrupts.
The alpha grabs his wrists, shows him a smile Jungwon ends up mesmerized for. Somehow, Jungwon wonders if he smiles as much in other situations, wonders if he’d get to see him smile more while he’s here. Being this close together, he can smell the alpha a bit better, can recognize some of the wood notes in his scent. Jay smells like a forest, one Jungwon would not mind getting lost on.
Jay must smell him too, the sweet scent he’s unconsciously letting out in the presence of an alpha he knows he’ll spend his heat with, a scent of tranquility yet eagerness—Jay frowns in recognition but doesn’t address it.
“Shall we start?”
Jungwon doesn’t understand why Jay wants to push his couch behind, something about having some space to move around the living room, but he’s the expert, and Jungwon doesn’t want to give the idea that he doesn’t know what they’re doing. So, he helps moving his furniture around until they have a big space unoccupied, and Jungwon stays on spot, waiting for the next step.
“Did you stretch?” Jay asks, looking at Jungwon with fondness, scanning his whole body. Jungwon feels naked even through the clothes.
“Uh, not really.”
Should he have? Jungwon’s tried different positions in his sexual life thank you very much, but none of them had required him to stretch beforehand. He tugs on his sleeve, feeling conscious of his body now that Jay’s whole attention is on him.
“Well, let’s.”
Jay signals him to sit on the floor and positions himself behind Jungwon. He presses on his back as he says, “try to touch your toes with your fingers.”
Jungwon feels the warm stretch burn through his muscles and tendons, erupting from where Jay is touching him. They stay like that for a few seconds, then Jay asks him to open his legs.
“You need to stretch the inside of your thighs.” Jay explains.
With the new position, Jungwon can feel the sweet stretch turn into a swell from where his thighs meet his butt cheeks. Jay’s fingers ghost just over his waist as he spots him, counting the seconds in a whisper until he’s done with this posture. Jungwon’s mind travels far for a moment, with the alpha squatting behind him, Jungwon can only imagine what they’d be doing later.
His senses are starting to betray him as times goes by. He feels Jay closer than he actually is. Can guess where he’d be touched next and drowns an embarrassing moan when he finally touches Jungwon. He doesn’t want to give the idea that he’s a needy omega who can’t wait patiently, but he’s doing the part of one so well it’s hard to pretend any longer. Jay palms his legs, squeezing them as he says something about having good muscles and things Jungwon registers in one single way.
Praise.
For now, he nods. He agrees on whatever Jay says and tells him to do, convincing himself that the longer he waits, the better it’d feel once they start. By the end of it, his body feels refreshened, his mind is eager and he’s waiting for more proximity. Jay goes to the couch, sitting on it with his legs open as he finally says,
“Well, show me what you’ve got.”
His mind goes blank. What is he supposed to do now? Is Jay asking him to undress, or to start on his own, or both at the same time? He must earn it, maybe. Maybe Jay would just not do this with anyone, he’d have to get convinced first. Jungwon wonders on what Sunoo must’ve done to earn it himself, and the idea bitters him inside like acid. Imagining Sunoo on Jay starts to sound like an idea to barf for.
No matter, Jungwon must play the part. If he’s to receive aid on his heat, he’d have to cooperate with what Jay is asking him, which is… what, exactly?
He starts by taking off his hoodie, exposing his naked torso. He hadn’t used a shirt underneath, enjoying the way the fabric of his clothes felt against him, nipples perking up now that he’s bare.
Jay’s eyes go big. He opens his mouth as if to say something but doesn’t in the end. He adjusts himself on the couch, hands sliding to his knees, and then he nods. Jungwon takes the nod as an agreement to keep on going.
He sits on the little table, hands trembling as he touches himself, starting from his chest. He tries not to look at Jay in the eyes as he does so, but once he does, it’s hard to look away. Jay stares back, eyes engrossed on how Jungwon’s hand start playing with his nipples, even though he’s doing a bad job at it.
He has never been the biggest fan of it, hasn’t found much gratification from squeezing them between his digits when he normally touches himself. He’s yet to find it, but he does enjoy the way Jay can’t look away from the little ministrations. With his confidence building up inside, he smiles.
His free hand travels down instead, sliding to his nape and tugging onto the waistband of his sweats. Once his hand disappears inside his clothes, finally looking for his half hard untouched dick, Jay makes a sound.
It sounds like a groan, soon masked away with some coughs. Jungwon stops what he’s doing, gives Jay the opportunity to say something.
When he does, he looks on the spot, nostrils flared up as he mutters lowly, “you uh—continue.”
The room is filled with their scents. While they haven’t touched each other since the stretching, Jungwon lets go of himself, letting out his pheromones as they mix with Jay’s. The alpha, while unmoving, gulps at the sight of Jungwon touching himself. His own scent mixes pleasantly with Jungwon’s, and soon the omega is getting drunk on the new smell they create together.
Jungwon closes his eyes when his fingers finally grasp around his shaft, the little tugs drawing out small moans out of his mouth. He’s doing so little to himself; in normal circumstances it’d take him a while to get himself excited. But knowing there’s an alpha in his living room enjoying the sight, Jungwon finds himself muttering different sounds, enjoying every part of it.
He squeezes onto his nipple once more, and he finally feels something heightening when he does, moaning high in surprise. He brushes against it again, this time enjoying the rush of his nerves, fussing with no shame.
The waistband turns annoying after a while, movements restrained as he starts sliding his hand faster. He’s not looking for release just yet, not when his hole has been clenching and dripping wet all the while. He wonders if Jay can smell it, if he can see the stain in his pants. If he does, he doesn’t say anything about it.
“I… I want to take them off,” Jungwon says, gulping down.
He opens his eyes, sees Jay isn’t looking at his face when he speaks, too preoccupied on what’s going on between his legs instead. Jungwon smiles, loves the idea of having the alpha focused on his sexuality. His hand releases his dick as he reaches even further to pokes his hole instead, and he’s got Jay mesmerized at the sight of Jungwon’s wrist disappearing in his pants.
“Hyung…” Jungwon whines, hips meeting where his fingers don’t reach just yet. “Can I?”
It takes Jay a few seconds still to look away from his lower torso. Jungwon loves the urge in his eyes, the arousal in the air as they stay seated on opposite sides of the room. His hands have gone solid grasping around his knees, as if he was restraining himself against the need to cross the room to Jungwon’s side, something the omega wishes very much for him to do.
There’s an unconscious pout forming in Jay’s mouth as he frowns, as if asking what Jungwon means. Jungwon chuckles, eyes blinking slowly. He’s experiencing a high from all his senses. His fingers poking his entrance, his cock brushing against his arms as he moves ever so slightly, the smell and presence of an alpha enjoying the display of an eager omega in heat.
He's a bit lost in the end, takes longer for him to repeat himself.
“This, off” Jungwon moans, his first digit finally entering him.
Jay finally understands what he means, nodding. His mouth opens, but nothing comes out of it.
Jungwon laughs.
“Can you help me?”
Jay comes close, knees hitting the floor. He walks on them, slowly, as if to not scare Jungwon, like a predator coming close to his prey. His body shivers, every hair perking up when all the contact Jay does is grab him by the heel. Jay starts rubbing small circles with his thumb, eyes fixated on what Jungwon kept doing to himself between his legs.
Jungwon looks down, smiling at the hint of a tent between the alpha’s legs.
Before, he’s had several encounters with alphas who enjoyed a submissive omega. He’d squirm under them, begging and nagging for more—harder.
He wonders if Jay would have him like that. What it would feel like to have Jay set a pace for both of them, having control of his release and enjoyment. But then, as Jay’s head falls on Jungwon’s knee, rubbing against it as his attention never faltered from his ministration, he wonders how it’d feel to have it the other way around.
He had started the night hoping to get pounced on, hole abused by the repetition of trusts set by the alpha. Now, he wonders what it would feel like to have the alpha at his mercy. What it would feel like to have Jay begging for more—harder. Would he sit on Jay? Would he ride him, arms restrained under his hold?
During his internal monologue, Jay’s hand creep up to the side of his waist, hooking around his waistband. In a silent agreement, Jay tugs down his pants and boxers in one swift movement, finally showing the world what Jungwon had done to himself.
“Naughty” Jay mutters. Jungwon inserts another finger, stretching his hole for Jay to see up close. The alpha rubs both sides of Jungwon’s waist, pressing onto the skin until it turned red under his digits. “What do you want me to do?”
“Taste me?” Jungwon asks, leaning back. He’s prompting himself up by his elbow by now, too elated by the sight of having an alpha leaning between his legs.
When Jay’s tongue touches his hole, moving away his hand, Jungwon finally moans out loud. He sounds like a virgin touched for the first time, and his right hand goes to his shaft, stroking himself through it. Jay’s tongue enters him as deep as he can, rubbing around his fold, tasting him whole.
“You taste so sweet” Jay parts to say, diving into him quickly. Jungwon prompts his legs up on the table, opening them as much as he can to give Jay the space he needs.
Jay inserts a finger inside, curling it around as if he were fishing out more of his slick. He feels Jay’s nose pocking close to his balls and can’t keep inside the vulgar whine that comes out of him. Jay eats him whole, the finger that entered him finally reaching his prostate, brushing against it.
Having touched himself for a while now, it doesn’t take much for the omega to reach his first high. He comes in a loud whine, white spurs of cum painting his stomach. Jungwon takes some huffs of breath as he comes down from it and finds his cock as hard as it was before coming. Having no dick inside him still has him eager and as needy as he started the night.
Jay raises from between his legs. He stands up, and without a word, strips himself until he’s as naked as Jungwon had been. Jungwon stays down all the while, raising his head only to look at Jay’s half hard cock. He licks his lips. Jay’s cock is bigger than his own, and a bit chunky on the sides, already making the omega wonder how much he’ll get to be stretched to fit him.
Jay offers him a hand, raising Jungwon up. His arm slots around his waist, and he moves them back to the couch. Jay sits first, and before Jungwon tries to position himself, his hand reaches to where Jungwon’s cum started to drip.
Using his cum as lubricant, Jay tugs on his cock a few times, hardening himself with that.
“C’mere” Is the first command he gives Jungwon. It’s not really one, but the needy side of Jungwon elates at the word, wants to be ordered around.
His legs settle between Jay’s waist, his hand resting on his shoulder. Jay’s hand reach for his waist to guide him down. While he waits, finally being in proximity, Jungwon allows himself a long inhale of pheromones. Up close, Jay smells like a pungent spice mixed with sweat, and Jungwon wonders how he must taste like.
When the question pops in his mind, he has already reached down to his neck where his scent gland smelled the strongest, tongue sliding through it with no shame. Jay moans loudly, his hand reaching up to the back of his neck.
“You in heat?” Jay asks, making Jungwon look at him in the eyes as he does so.
Jungwon laughs, not in a way to make fun of him, but of course he is. Isn’t that the reason why he was called in the first place?
He voices out this thought, and something in Jay hardens. Jungwon can see it in his eyes, how he turns serious as he then asks,
“You called me? For this?”
By this point, Jungwon is out of it. He’s been exposed long enough to reach the peak of his heat. Most of his logical side has been clouded by the arousal of soon getting knotted by the alpha before him. He nods, the closest of a confirmation Jay will get at this point.
Jay laughs; it sounds dry, evil, yet the smiles he gives Jungwon can only mean one thing. He’s glad.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want” Jungwon whines, hips moving down trying to slot Jay’s cock inside of him. His hole has grown impatient, clenching in eagerness from the promise he’d be penetrated.
“I need you to say it,” Jay says back. He sounds severe. The smile has gone away, and it takes Jungwon several seconds to respond. Mostly because as he stares at Jay’s mouth, he wonders if kissing it would bring back the smile. “I can’t do anything if you don’t say it—not while you’re in heat.”
“I want you.” Jungwon confirms, hands gripping around Jay’s neck. “I want you inside of me, now—agh.”
As soon as Jungwon finishes talking, Jay lowers him down, penetrating him wholly. Jungwon feels full. Enjoys the sensation of being stretched yet again, no space inside him to let anything out—to let any cum out. The idea of Jay cuming inside, the forecast of what’s to come, has him smiling and laughing to himself.
“What’s so funny?” Jay asks. He’s frowning, breathing rapidly as his arms caress up and down Jungwon’s torso.
“It finally happened,” Jungwon replies, one of his hands reaching for Jay’s, leading it to his nipple. The one he had sworn wouldn’t do much to excite him, yet when Jay squeezes it, has him moaning through his words. “you’re inside me.”
Jay smiles, satisfied with Jungwon’s words. He keeps Jungwon’s nipple between his digits, plays with it as he memorizes all the expressions the omega is making for him.
“How much have you wanted this?” He asks, then, trusts.
Jungwon bounces for the first time, screaming in pleasure. He falls down soon enough, and his hips move up on their own again, reaching for the same sensation. Jay is faster, pushes him up with his hips, trusting into him again, harder.
He’s forgotten what Jay asked him. His attention has moved entirely to Jay’s cock inside him, hands applying pressure on his neck.
“Huh?” Jay asks again. Jay trusts again.
As long as he’s moving, Jungwon is not answering. All he can do is moan loudly, whine when the pace he’s trying to set is not being respected, as Jay plays with him. The alpha doesn’t try to set a pace of his own, just moves when he wants, a mischievous smile finally appearing as he enjoys Jungwon’s whines all the while.
“How much?” He asks, again. Jungwon concludes he won’t stop being bullied until he answers.
“Since I saw your profile picture,” Jungwon confesses. It had not been a lie.
Jungwon had contacted Jay as soon as he had seen his photo, not even waiting for Sunoo to confirm he’s even contacting the right person. Because he did, right? While the description Sunoo had given him had been far from the truth, Jungwon bears no doubt in his mind that he had made the right choice, not when he’s enjoying every second and every inch of the alpha under him, inside him.
Jay is a blessing, he’s convinced. He might also be a devil if he’s not letting the omega start to enjoy himself.
He whines again when Jay trusts into him with no rhythm, sitting on his dick, refusing to move up.
Then, it happens. Jay laughs. The sound bubbles up his throat as he smiles, one of his hands reaching down to his waist again, caressing it and patting it.
“Alright, alright,” Jay repeats, “I’ll let you do what you want.”
It had been a mix of both things. Having Jay laughing for the first time before him and muttering those words in particular has Jungwon reaching down to clasp their lips in their first kiss.
Jungwon tries not to seem rushed as he kisses him, enjoys the plumpness of his lips and the sweet taste of them, but Jay meets him with the same amount of eagerness. His hand travels up to the back of his neck, restraining Jungwon from moving back, and he starts trusting into him again, this time in a rhythm where both of them end up moaning into the other’s mouth.
Jungwon is not ashamed of the sounds that leave his mouth as he feels the alpha’s cock slide inside him in repeated motions. Each time, he fills Jungwon up, poking his prostrate until Jungwon wonders what it felt like not having it abused.
Jay’s lips part, at last, and he enters the omega’s mouth ready to explore him entirely. Jungwon is not able to close his mouth fully as he kisses back, engrossed with the tiny whines he lets out each time Jay trusts into him.
“Pretty omega,” Jay smiles in his mouth, “so vocal, for me.”
Jungwon nods without thinking, frowning, enjoying the sensation of Jay’s cock swelling up.
When he feels the alpha leaving him more than normal as he trusts, Jungwon’s arm graps on his shoulders, and he pleads,
“Inside, knot me.”
Jay frowns, matching his breathing with Jungwon’s.
“You sure?” He sounds as concerned as he looks, and Jungwon can’t believe the amount of conscious he seems to have still, even seconds away from knotting an omega.
“Yes, yes” Jungwon repeats, nodding, “please, Jay-hyung.”
He hugs Jay around his neck and feels the alpha’s arm folding around his torso as well, the pace of his trusts going faster. Jungwon moans in his neck, says incoherent words in an attempt to beg for more—faster, harder. Jay starts to moan loudly as well, as he says,
“I’m close, close.”
Jungwon keeps on nodding, moaning yes to the delicious sensation of Jay swelling inside him, until he’s knotted. Jay sobs into his neck with his final trust, and then they’re hooked to each other.
Jungwon feels his high go down. Settles down with the knot inside him, one word repeating in his mind—full.
He’s so full of Jay, he wonders how it had felt not to be.
Jay mutters sweet nothings in his ear, patting him on the back of his neck until the knot swells down. Jungwon doesn’t say much, just detaches his head from Jay’s neck to look for his lips instead, locking them together again. When the knot dies down, and the spur of cum fills him up, Jungwon refuses to let him out.
“Ready for round two?” He asks, forehead against forehead.
Jay smiles and kisses him again.
“Lead the way.”
