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“Fuck!” Yeonjun cries when Soobin's foot comes in contact with his chest, kicking him across the room and into the wall. It takes Soobin a second to realise what he has done, eyes clearing and focusing on Yeonjun before he scrambles out of bed, strings of apologies leaving him.
“Hyung—oh my—I’m so sorry!” Soobin panics, hands on either side of Yeonjun’s waist and hoisting him off the ground, quickly dropping him onto the bed.
Yeonjun groans as he holds a hand to his chest, lying down on the bed as Soobin hovers above him. “I-it’s okay, Soobin-ah,” he mutters, coughing. “We expected this, right?”
They did, which is why a pile of cushions is laid out opposite the bed. It was one of the first things they had read when researching this . That when an alpha felt like he was going to be penetrated by someone, he would instinctively lash out and possibly kick the person away.
It's not like Soobin wanted to kick him, no . Soobin was practically melting as Yeonjun pressed against him, licking into his mouth and sliding his hands down his sides. He even felt a rush of excitement at the thought of Yeonjun finally being inside him, something he had only dreamt about when he was stretching himself out in the shower after work. But then the moment Yeonjun groped his ass, his stupid alpha instincts caught on, suddenly hyper-aware of his surroundings and it assumed he was going to be violated. Next thing he knew, Yeonjun was kicked across the room by him .
“I know, but,” Soobin whines, his lips tugging downwards in a frown as Yeonjun continues to let out small coughs. “I'm so sorry, Hyung. Should we go to the hospital?”
“For what? I'm stronger than you think,” Yeonjun laughs, forcing himself to sit up just so that he could flick his fingers on Soobin's forehead. “And what would we tell them, that we were trying to have sex and your alpha freaked out?”
Soobin pouts sadly, a hand coming up to massage Yeonjun's chest as he says, “Or we could tell them you knocked yourself with a door?”
Yeonjun scoffs, shaking his head. “Don't worry about it. We don't have to do anything more if you're not ready.”
But Soobin is ready, he has been ready. It's been months since they got together, that one fateful night when Yeonjun overheard Soobin talking to Beomgyu about his undying feelings for the oldest. It's been months since they first had sex and they realised that the typical arrangement was just not for them. And yet, every time they even get close to doing anything, Soobin’s body loses control and he hurts Yeonjun. Every . Single . Time .
“I'm sorry,” Soobin mumbles as Yeonjun pushes him onto his back, climbing into his lap. “I ruin it every time.”
“Soobin-ah,” Yeonjun sighs, sinking down onto Soobin's cock. He takes a few seconds to regain his composure before rocking his hips as he speaks, “Stop blaming yourself, baby. I said we'll fi-figure it out together, right? I don't mind waiting, you know this.”
“I know, but—” Soobin gets cut off by a moan when Yeonjun slots his teeth into the bite mark over Soobin's scent gland, sucking gently to calm the younger down. It works immediately, Soobin relaxes, his eyes fogging over and his scent thickens, in a daze he slurs his words, “Hyung, I'll be better.”
Yeonjun giggles at his response and brushes his sweaty bangs away. “You're already perfect for me. So, so perfect.”
Soobin whines at the words, raising a hand to cover his face as Yeonjun works them both to completion, moving his hips in a way they were so familiar with. It didn't take long for them both to break, considering it had already been an hour since they had started this whole thing in the shower before retreating to Yeonjun's bedroom.
“Next time,” Soobin mutters as Yeonjun cleans them both, peppering kisses all over his face. He grabs Yeonjun’s hand and wraps his pinky around the olders. “I promise.”
Yeonjun bites back a laugh and gives him one last kiss before shuffling under the sheets with Soobin, tucking himself under his chin. He didn't mind waiting for Soobin to be comfortable enough, he could wait however long he needed.
-
“Have you guys switched halfway?” Beomgyu suggests one morning when Soobin was venting to him again. It felt awkward trying to explain the situation to Taehyun or Kai, since they were content with the way their dynamics were. Taehyun enjoyed taking control and letting his alpha instincts take over, the complete opposite of Soobin.
It wasn't as if Soobin wasn't happy being an alpha, he was over the moon. While it came with the benefit of solidifying his position as a leader, although the members had already made it clear they didn't care what his subgender was, it was mostly because the day he came home from his doctor's appointment and told the members he was an alpha, Yeonjun's scent sweetened and practically clung to every corner of the room. The others couldn't smell it, since they hadn't presented yet, but the moment Soobin’s eyes met Yeonjun, it felt like everything had worked out perfectly fine for them. (Although it took them another year and a half to finally confess to each other, which again, was a complete accident).
“What do you mean switching halfway?” Soobin asks, stealing a fry from Beomgyu's plate. The younger grumbles and swats Soobin’s hand away when he tries it a second time.
“As in, you know,” Beomgyu trails off, his face reddening as it always does when they talk about this.
Out of all the members, Soobin didn't expect Beomgyu to be shy when talking about bedroom activities. He thought that maybe Kai would beat around the bush, but he was completely fine with waltzing into Soobin's bedroom the morning after he shared his first time with Taehyun to tell Soobin about everything. It was fairly disturbing to hear about how his brother-like-best-friend got taken apart, but Soobin tried his best to give the best reaction, even going as far to applaud Kai when he proudly told him about how long he lasted.
“Start it off with you on top and then touch…yourself…and once you're in the mood just, flip over?” Beomgyu says with his head in his hands, heat practically omitting from him. “I don't know what it's like having sex with an alpha or an omega, so it might not be as straightforward as that.”
Soobin hums in acknowledgement before standing up, patting the beta’s head. “Okay, I'll give it a try. You can finish the chips.”
“You already ate most of them!”
So he takes Beomgyu's advice and plans a day when both him and Yeonjun were free, which was already a task in itself. Yeonjun was booked almost every other day for some schedule and Soobin found himself in meetings about those schedules. But, they make it happen somehow and Soobin finally gets to push Yeonjun onto the bed and climb over him, his knees on either side of Yeonjun's thighs.
“What's the plan?” Yeonjun asks, his arms wrapping around Soobin's shoulder as the younger kisses down his neck, peeling his shirt off. “The usual?”
It sounds like he's asking Soobin for an order and it almost makes him laugh, but he collects himself quickly and shakes his head. “Beomgyu—”
Yeonjun groans, rolling his eyes when Soobin glares. “You know how I feel when you mention the kids.”
“Yeah well, one of the ‘kids’ decided to be useful and gave me an idea,” Soobin answers, tugging Yeonjun's shorts off and following with his own. He folds them neatly and carefully chucks their clothes to his chair before turning to Yeonjun, feeling his cheeks burn when the elder stares at him with a fond look on his face. “You're not even going to ask what the plan is?”
“Go ahead, bun.”
“He suggested we switch halfway, like while I'm in you I'm also in myself?”
“ What ?”
“My fingers.”
Yeonjun raises a brow, shaking his head as he says, “Why didn't you just say that in the first place?”
Soobin ignores him to grab Yeonjun's waist and pull him over his lap, spreading his legs. He swipes his fingers through the slick clinging to Yeonjun's thigh, something which still fascinates him. Even outside of heat, Yeonjun would be dripping with slick. With his fingers soaked, Soobin traces them around Yeonjun's hole. They slip in easily, and Yeonjun arches his back at the feeling, his head tilting back and his hands grab Soobin's wrist, urging him to add another.
He adds a second finger and it goes in just as easily as the first, and then the third.
“Soobinnie, what about you?” Yeonjun asks, somehow remaining calm even as Soobin plunges three fingers inside him, although he was gripping onto the sheets like his life depended on it.
“I'll deal with myself in a second,” Soobin answers, his eyes narrowed down where his fingers were disappearing inside Yeonjun, entirely focused on making his omega feel good. Yeonjun doesn't stop him, instead spreading his legs wider and rocking his hips back onto his fingers, moans spilling out of him as Soobin curls them, touching all the right places.
Yeonjun gasps when Soobin licks a stripe at Yeonjun's ass, his fingers slipping out and spreading Yeonjun open. He glances up to see Yeonjun’s eyes on him before diverting his attention to what really mattered, leaning in to tentatively licking it. He wants to be good for Yeonjun, he wants to please him as much as he can. Once when they were talking about this, Yeonjun said he liked being eaten out, likes the feeling of his slick being sucked out straight from the source, likes the way Soobin's tongue lies flat against him, hot and wet and making a mess out of himself. He loves to cum on his face and pull him away, admiring his work of art.
So Soobin lets him, closing his eyes and mouthing at Yeonjun's hole, the slick rubbing across his cheek as Yeonjun's hands grab his hair, pushing him deeper, his nose burrowed against his skin. His minty scent is so much more prominent and as much as Soobin complains about mint flavoured things, he can't resist Yeonjun, lapping away as the older plants his feet on the mattress and thrusts against his face.
“Soobin-ah, you—it feels so good, baby, you're doing so well,” Yeonjun moans, the bed rocking with every thrust. “So, so well.”
Soobin pulls away just enough to be able to see Yeonjun clench his jaw, a telltale that he was close, so he lets go of one of Yeonjun's thighs and slides it between his own.
“Fuck, Soobin, keep going,” Yeonjun groans, cracking his eyes open to catch the way Soobin's other hand was busy elsewhere. “Wait, are you—”
“Yeah,” Soobin breaths out, leaning his head against Yeonjun thigh as he fits a second finger inside himself, the angle hurting his arm but knowing that he was using Yeonjun's slick as lube has his thighs quivering.
“Soobin, let me—” Yeonjun barely manages to sit up straight and reach around the younger when he feels a hand grab his wrist and spin him around, pressing him into the bed. “Wh—”
“Oh my god!” Soobin gasps, his eyes dulling from the bright red they were just a second ago. “I'm so sorry, Hyung! You surprised me!”
“At least this time you pushed me into the bed and not a wall,” Yeonjun mumbles, his face stuffed into the pillow. He raises his hips and shakes his ass, saying, “Well then, finish what you started.”
So it was a failure.
-
“Have you ever thought about doing it with him?” Taehyun asks while they were in the middle of baking cookies (Kai's request, but since Soobin was the resident baker, Taehyun extended the request to him). Soobin raises a brow, as Taehyun continues, “Like, start fingering yourself, and then ask him to, you know, put one in you.”
It's almost alarming how casually Taehyun was speaking about this while they were innocently making cookies in the middle of their kitchen, where anyone could walk right in and hear them. But then again, everyone knew about his business, having been victims to the many false alarms caused by Yeonjun's yelps, which were the result of Soobin's alpha acting out.
“You really think it's that easy?” Soobin groans, patting a ball of cookie dough onto the baking paper. He looks at Taehyun's and then his own, a small smile forming on his face because his was better (although, he knows that Taehyun will claim he made them all when he presents them to Kai later).
Taehyun nods, looking unbothered as he drops a bomb on Soobin. “I've done it before with Kai, it wasn't that bad.”
“You've what ?” Soobin exclaims, dropping a ball of cookie dough that thankfully lands onto the baking paper.
“I've bottomed for Kai before? Did you not know this?” Taehyun asks, looking as surprised as Soobin. “I thought Kai told you everything we did.”
“Well he didn't tell me this!” Soobin scoffs, rinsing his hands in the sink and wiping them across his apron. “How did you guys do it?”
Taehyun shrugs his shoulders, pinching the dough together before putting the last one on the tray. “I don't know, I just remember Kai asked me to show him how I'd touch myself. I got distracted and in that time Kai replaced my fingers with his own and I didn't even realise.”
It was that simple?
And so, yet again, Soobin books off a few hours in his and Yeonjun's calendar for a day where the others were busy for a schedule and they weren't. It is difficult doing that, especially since they were in the middle of preparing for a tour, but Soobin manages to do it. He is exhausted and he is sure Yeonjun is too, but hopes that maybe this could be a little treat for the upcoming weeks.
Yeonjun, as always, looks amused as Soobin walks into his room with a determined expression. With lube in one hand and a condom in the other, Soobin kneels on Yeonjun's bed and starts stripping.
“Woah, a special stripping show for me, damn baby, can I record?”
Soobin huffs and throws his shirt at Yeonjun, who was jokingly holding his phone up. “Take your clothes off.”
“Beg and I'll consider it,” Yeonjun responds, leaning back on the headrest with his arms tucked behind his head. His smirk widens when Soobin frowns, trying to tug off Yeonjun's pants. “Go on, Bin-ah.”
“Hyung,” Soobin whines, shaking Yeonjun's thigh, but the elder simply shrugs his shoulders. “Can you take your clothes off?”
“Hm, I don't know, I guess I could,” Yeonjun starts, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and Soobin almost smiles until Yeonjun pauses. “Or not.”
Soobin’s patience was running out and so was the short amount of time that they had, so he stuffs away his pride for a moment and clenches his jaw. “Hyung…please.”
“Huh?” Yeonjun holds a hand to his ear, leaning forward as if he couldn't hear him. “What did you say?”
Soobin’s ears burn. “Please take your clothes off.” When Yeonjun doesn't move, Soobin lowers his head, embarrassment settling as he mumbles, “Hyung, please. Please, please, please , ple—”
Yeonjun has his shirt off within seconds and grabs Soobin's face, kissing him to shut him up. “You're so cute, Soobinnie.”
“Hyung,” Soobin mutters in between kisses, his eyes fluttering shut and arms wrapping around Yeonjun's shoulders as they fall onto the bed together, with Yeonjun hovering over him.
“Yes, baby? Yeonjun answers, shuffling out of his pants as he continues to chase after Soobin's lips. “What do you need me to do?”
Soobin places one last kiss on his lips before pulling away entirely, reaching beside him to grab the lube. “I need you to watch.”
“Watch?”
“Mhm, watch me,” Soobin says, using his elbows to make a little bit of space between them. Yeonjun sits back on his knees as Soobin spreads his legs between them, a rush of embarrassment filling him as the olders eyes immediately drop to between his thighs. “Just…watch.”
“Can I record?”
“No.”
Soobin pours a decent amount of lube onto his fingers and lets out a sigh as he pushes one in. He was already pretty stretched out from earlier when he was preparing himself for this. He was going to make sure it worked today, he had to. Yeonjun had been waiting so long for him, accepting anything and everything that Soobin asked for with wide arms. And Soobin was unable to do something as simple as controlling his alpha. Someone like Taehyun managed to do it, although he was arguably not the most traditional alpha either.
Soobin shakes his head, trying not to think about anyone else as he pushes in a second finger. It goes in as easily as the first. He pulls it in and out a few times, pressing along the side of his walls as he gets himself used to the feeling. It always feels new to him, even though Soobin normally only uses his fingers. Yeonjun had gifted him a toy as a joke on his birthday, saying that since he couldn't have Yeonjun, he could at least have something Yeonjun-sized in him. Soobin tried using it for a while, but the more he did the more he felt guilty that he was ruining it all for the two of them.
Yeonjun hums from where he is sitting cross-legged opposite Soobin, leaning on his palm as he watches closely.
“Such a good boy, so eager to have me inside you, huh?”
Soobin whimpers, sliding in a third finger, the squelching sounds his fingers are making made the whole thing more embarrassing. All he wants to do is make Yeonjun feel good and finally get the satisfaction of being fucked, so he ignores the cramping in his wrist and whispers, “Hyung, come closer please.”
Yeonjun spreads Soobin's legs wider and shuffles closer, his eyes glued to where Soobin's fingers were still moving. “What do you need me to do?”
“A-add a finger,” Soobin says around a moan, leaning back as Yeonjun's hand runs along his thigh, dangerously close as he wraps his fingers on the base of Soobin's cock. “Wait—”
“Trust me,” Yeonjun cuts him off, stroking Soobin at a steady pace as the younger falls apart, grinding back on his own fingers as Yeonjun hovers over him, placing a line of kisses along his waistline. “Do you trust me babe?”
“I do.”
“Then be a good boy and sit tight.”
Soobin's eyes flutter shut as Yeonjun’s tongue darts out, licking a broad stripe over the side of his cock, his lips catching the tip of it and gently sucking at it. It's all so warm all of a sudden and Soobin’s free hand quickly grabs Yeonjun's head to stop him when he pulls away.
“A bit greedy, aren’t we?” Yeonjun chuckles, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear before leaning back down, his lips stretching around Soobin's cock as he takes more and more, his hand stroking whatever he can't take. Stupid alpha genes, blessing him with a cock he barely ever wanted to put to use.
He hollows out his cheeks and sucks, putting everything he has into making Soobin lose control. He works slowly at the tip, bobbing his head to take as much as he can. Soobin's fingers rest atop his head, not pulling or pushing, or anything. They just sit tangled with his hair, waiting for something.
Soobin's fingers in himself have slowed, his focus diverted as he tilts his head back, the heels of his feet digging into the mattress.
“Fuck, Hyung, I’m sorr—” Soobin cuts himself off with a moan as he finally digs his fingers into Yeonjun's hair, pulling his cock out, only to slide it all the way back in, bottoming out against his lips. “Please, please, Hyung—”
Yeonjun squeezes his eyes shut, his throat burning as Soobin’s hips instinctively thrust into his mouth, the last bit of air he had been punched out. He takes his chance and sneaks a hand away from Soobin's cock, sliding it between his balls to then poke a finger against his rim, and he has to hold himself back from crying in celebration when all Soobin does in response is let out a moan.
His finger fits in easily beside Soobin’s own three. He carefully adds a second as Soobin's fingers slip out, fastening the pace as he hears the younger's moan rise in pitch. There's barely a second to react between Soobin's thighs closing around his head before Yeonjun feels something hot flooding his senses, filling his throat as Soobin holds him in place, a lengthy sigh escaping him before his entire body relaxes.
Yeonjun pulls away from his cock, cum spilling from the corner of his mouth as he quickly reaches over to the bedside table to grab tissues and spit into it. As he wipes his face and turns back to Soobin, he blinks in confusion when he notices the younger is looking away from him.
Is he embarrassed?
“Soobinnie?” Yeonjun calls out, twisting his body to look at Soobin's face, only to groan when he sees his eyes shut in peaceful slumber. “You've got to be joking.”
-
By the time Soobin comes up with another strategy (it’s honestly tragic that he is referring to his sex life in such a miserable way), they were in the middle of their tour, too busy to do anything besides eating and sleeping outside of practice. Neither of them even brought up any mention of it every time they saw each other, instead choosing to fall into their respective beds and catch up on sleep.
After their sixth concert, Soobin finally finds some time to himself, peeling open a ramen packet to make himself a late night snack, indulging in his guilty pleasure. But then a knock on his hotel door has him pausing, wondering if their protocol team somehow got the memo that he was eating a second dinner.
So he lets out a sigh, assuming his fun is coming to an end, and opens the door, only to come face to face with Yeonjun.
“Hyung?” He asks as Yeonjun steps past him, eyeing the meal on the table. “What are you doing here?”
“You were having food without me?”
“You're not answering my question, so I won't answer yours,” Soobin responds with a frown. Don't get him wrong, he's delighted to see his boyfriend after spending hours with him on stage and in the practice room. But that's just it, they've spent hours together at work and he isn't looking forward to doing anything that requires brain power (he's not a bad boyfriend, he just wants some alone time).
Yeonjun huffs, putting his hands on his hips. “Do you not want me here?”
Soobin pouts, shaking his head and fitting his hands through Yeonjun's arms to pull him against him. “I'm not saying that. I'm just wondering what you're doing here? You told everyone else you were going to sleep so you shouldn't be disturbed.”
“And you said the same thing, and yet here you are, eating food without me,” Yeonjun grumbles, his eyes still glued to the food.
Soobin sighs and pushes Yeonjun towards the food. “Go ahead, I don't mind sharing.”
Yeonjun seizes the opportunity and takes a seat, grabbing Soobin's chopsticks and immediately stuffing his face. He lets out a moan, nodding at Soobin for ‘doing a great job’ (at what exactly? Pouring water from the kettle into the bowl properly?).
“So,” Soobin continues after Yeonjun has a few bites. “What's up?”
Yeonjun swallows the food and puts the chopsticks down. “I want to have sex.”
“Straight to the point, okay.”
“Yes, but,” Yeonjun pauses for dramatics, grabbing Soobin's hand as he slides out of his chair and onto his knees. “I want to be on top.”
“Hyung—”
“I know you think it was a one time thing,” Yeonjun cuts him off, taking Soobin's other hand into his. “But trust me! We managed to do it once, we can do it again.”
Soobin frowns, not wanting to give up just yet but also afraid. It was okay to test when they were at home, in the comfort of their bedrooms with resources surrounding them to help. Not when they're in the middle of a tour. What if something goes wrong? What if Soobin hurts Yeonjun worse than ever? Explaining that to foreign doctors would be more embarrassing especially since they would then have to release a statement about it, otherwise fans would speculate and things would get worse.
“Hey,” Yeonjun nudges Soobin's knee with his elbow. “Speak to me.”
“Okay, but if I freak out—”
“Stop immediately, of course.”
After a bit of manoeuvring, and convincing Soobin that Yeonjun would buy him another packet of ramen after downing it in one go, they find themselves naked on the bed, Soobin lying flat on his back as Yeonjun sits between his legs.
“So…” Soobin mumbles, watching as Yeonjun fits a third finger in himself. “I am simply here to watch.”
“As if you need anything else to get hard,” Yeonjun scoffs, his free hand lightly slapping Soobin's cock that was standing upright. “Babe, even a kiss could get you going.”
Soobin rolls his eyes, but his burning cheeks give away that it's the truth. But then again, if your boyfriend is the Choi Yeonjun, and he's kissing as soft and seductively as him, there's no way you wouldn't get aroused. “Do you need any help?”
“Nope,” Yeonjun grunts out when his fingers hit a particularly sensitive angle. He forces his knees to hold his weight as he crawls up, aligning Soobin's tip to his hole, slathering his slick on the length of him before slowly lowering himself down, a low moan leaving him.
Soobin watches as Yeonjun’s breathing stutters for a second once he's fully seated, his thighs twitching at the feeling of Soobin so deep inside him. For someone who wasn't the biggest fan of taking a dick up his ass, Yeonjun was far too good at pleasuring the other person. Soobin was well aware that Yeonjun had boyfriends in the past who quite liked the typical arrangement, alpha on top, omega below, which explained why he was so good at what he did, yet it still surprised him.
Yeonjun plants his palms on Soobin's chest, arching his back to give him a full view before raising his hips and slamming them down just as quickly. Soobin doesn't get a chance to breathe as Yeonjun sets an insane pace, and he would've thought that the older was unbothered with how smug he looked if not for his laboured breathing.
“Y-you like that, Soobinnie?” He says, smirking when all Soobin manages to get out is a whine. “Like me on top, fucking you so well, so deep.”
It's an image he can make up with the way Yeonjun is looking down at him, his hair getting messier with every bounce. He stretches his fingers on Soobin's chest, teasingly avoiding his nipples as he leans down to lick a stripe along his scent gland, sucking gently and breathing in his unusual alpha scent of caramel popcorn.
“But this isn't how you want me, is it?” Yeonjun continues, pushing himself up to look at Soobin's face, a fond smile forming as he notices how lost the younger looks already. “You want me inside you.”
“ Please ,” Soobin cries, his hands settling on Yeonjun’s waist, urging him to go faster. “I want you, Hyung. Need you, inside—please.”
“I'll give you what you need, baby, just wait,” Yeonjun reassures him, losing his breath as he leans back, balancing himself to grind down deeper.
Before either of them know it, Soobin grips Yeonjun's thighs and holds him in place, a loud moan escaping him as he cums inside, painting Yeonjun's walls white. It's embarrassingly fast, Soobin probably set a new record between them. Yeonjun gasps at the sudden sensation, screwing his eyes shut as it seems never ending, Soobin's dick twitching even at the last splurts.
“Fuck, you always cum so much,” Yeonjun moans, lifting himself up as he leaks, slick mixed with Soobin’s cum dripping down his thigh. It's a complete mess and they'll probably need to sleep in Yeonjun's room after this, but he doesn't pay much mind to it. Instead, he takes a shaky breath and scoops it up, rubbing his fingers together before slowly raising Soobin's leg above his shoulder and lining the tip of his finger with Soobin's rim.
When the younger's eyes don't suddenly snap open in the colour red, he pushes his finger in, amazed by the way Soobin spreads his legs wider. Soobin remains quiet as Yeonjun slides in a second finger, setting a gentle pace, stretching the younger for what was to come. As an omega, Yeonjun would say he was on the bigger side of the size range, but it didn't seem like it was much of a problem as Soobin didn't care. He just wanted to be fucked, and that's exactly what Yeonjun wanted to give.
“Bun, want to lift your hips for a second?” Yeonjun says softly, not wanting to surprise the younger into letting him fall victim to his own alpha instincts.
Soobin blinks at him slowly, trying his best to nod and raise his hips, letting Yeonjun settle his knees under him.
“I'm going to—”
“Hurry,” Soobin mumbles, the heel of his foot tapping against Yeonjun's back.
The older raises a brow, shaking his head as he says, “I'm letting this go ‘cause you're cute, but you're not the one who calls the shots here.”
Soobin covers his face with his hands as Yeonjun takes his cock in one hand, fisting it before pushing it flat agaisnt Soobin's ass. He feels himself leaking so much slick, and it must be getting everywhere, but he doesn't pay much attention to it, too focused on the way Soobin's mouth falls open, a silent gasp leaving him at the feeling of Yeonjun pressing against him.
“Hyung, please,” Soobin sighs out, hips stuttering as he desperately pulls on the sheets. “ Please .”
“Please what?” Yeonjun teases, even though he is barely able to control himself, his mouth drooling at the sight of Soobin's hole twitching. “You want me to fuck you?”
Soobin nods feverishly, looking so excited it was almost as if he was in rut. “I need you, Hyung, please—”
Slowly, Yeonjun presses into Soobin, both their breaths stuck in their throat at the new sensation. It's—even after all the months spent preparing himself for this, Soobin feels so full . He had barely taken half of Yeonjun's dick, and yet he could feel it in his throat. His hands reach out for Yeonjun and the older complies immediately, leaning down until their chests are pressed together. Soobin parts his lips as he moans and Yeonjun takes the opportunity to kiss him, sucking gently on his tongue as he inches deeper, filling him up more, and more, and further than his fingers had ever reached.
It's completely different and Soobin feels tears spring to his eyes at the realisation that he has finally done it. With Yeonjun's hips flat against his ass, Soobin breathes out in relief, in joy, that he managed to control his alpha. He feels a tingling itch in his arms to do more than just hold Yeonjun against him, but he forces it away, letting his eyes flutter shut as Yeonjun practically tongue fucks him.
“Soobinnie,” Yeonjun breathes out, their faces barely inches apart. “You’re so tight, I feel like you're going to swallow me whole.”
“D-does it…does it feel good for you?” Soobin asks, feeling a sudden rush of insecurity wash over him. He may be over the moon right now, feeling so content and happy just at the thought that Yeonjun was in him. But what if Yeonjun didn't think the same, what if Soobin didn't meet his expectations? They had spent so many months preparing for this, what if he thought this was a complete waste? What if he no longer—
“So fucking good,” Yeonjun answers, grunting when Soobin accidentally clenches down on him. “Bun, you're so perfect.” He looks Soobin in the eyes, his expression softening when he notices the unshed tears. “Don’t cry, babe.”
“Can't help it,” Soobin answers, letting Yeonjun wipe his tears away. “You make me so happy.”
“Being a bottom makes you sappy?” Yeonjun laughs, though it's strained as he shifts his weight onto his elbows, making sure he is still close to Soobin as he says, “Can I move?”
Soobin hiccups on a gasp as he feels every movement Yeonjun makes. He nods slowly, watching through blurred vision as Yeonjun starts moving his hips.
“Fuck,” Yeonjun groans out, forehead against Soobin's as he fucks in deeper, feeling how wet Soobin is, his own slick all over their thighs and painting Soobin's walls. He feels his control slipping away with every thrust, and his mouth moves by itself. “So wet for me, it's getting everywhere, Bin-ah. You're all mine, aren't you?”
“Yes, yes, yes !” Soobin cries out, and if he was in a clearer state of mind, he would be concerned with how loud he was considering they were in a hotel room where they could get caught. “My omega.”
Yeonjun whines at the acknowledgement, hips moving faster, pulling back and staring down at Soobin, who looks back at him with teary eyes, red cheeks and plump lips parted to let out the prettiest moans Yeonjun ever heard. Soobin squeaks when Yeonjun tightens his grip on his waist, finger digging into the flesh there as he leans forward, one hand hovering over his navel.
“Need to fill you up,” Yeonjun mutters, like he's in a trance, eyes flitting between Soobin's face and his stomach. “Need to fill you with pups, get you pregnant.”
It's such an impossible thought— alphas can't get pregnant— but it still gets Soobin's head to spin, imagining Yeonjun cumming in him, filling his stomach till it was round, pumping his knot into him, impregnating him . He imagines himself carrying Yeonjun's child, Soobin carrying his mating mark, every part and inch of Soobin belonging to Yeonjun. It's intoxicating, and he latches onto it, his brain refusing to let go of the thought. He wants it, he needs it.
“Please, Hyung,” he barely manages to gasp out, looking at Yeonjun with wide eyes, his scent enough to tell the older he meant it.
“Yeah? Want my pups, alpha?” Yeonjun teases, his voice low and hand caressing Soobin's stomach and sides. “Want me to knot you? I'll do it again and again just to make sure you're full. Does my alpha want that?”
Soobin sobs out, frantically nodding and circling his arms around Yeonjun's neck. “Yes, yes, I—please, I want it, Hyung— I’ll be good. I'll carry your litter and—”
“My perfect Soobinnie,” Yeonjun gasps out, and he feels himself reach his limit faster than he normally would, but the tempting sight of Soobin begging for his knot, something he couldn't even give him, was too much. “You want me to knot you? Breed you deep and make sure it takes?”
“Please—need it, Hyung. Yeonjunnie Hyung .”
Yeonjun uses every last bit of his strength to push the back of Soobin's thighs, folding him as much as he can. He hovers above him, caging him in his arms, and Soobin has never looked this pretty before below him, looking completely wrecked as he cries, needy and desperate for Yeonjun's cum. His voice only gets louder as Yeonjun's keeping pounding into him. He draws his hips back smoothly, cock pulling out all the way to his tip, before slamming back into the base, deep and harsh and frantic. Desperate .
Yeonjun takes Soobin’s dick in hand and jerks him off and holds back a gasp when he feels his knot starting to inflate. Even with nothing but his fingers wrapped around his dick, Soobin was able to pop a knot outside his rut, all because he was getting fucked in the ass. Yeonjun almost cums right there and then.
Soobin's whimpers get louder as Yeonjun slides his other hand down between them, sticking a finger in beside his cock to give the illusion of a knot. He just about manages to fit a second when Soobin’s entire body freezes, cum spilling between them as his knot locks onto Yeonjun's hand, holding him in place as Yeonjun cums inside of him.
Soobin whines and cries as he feels stuffed, the new sensation of feeling Yeonjun's cum filling him to the brim. Since Yeonjun was an omega, it doesn't inflate his stomach the way he wishes it does, but it still feels so good, cum leaking as Yeonjun pulls out, unfolding him before collapsing beside him, his hand stuck between them as they wait for Soobin's knot.
Yeonjun kisses Soobin all over his face, whispering sweet nothings, and Soobin can't help but giggle at how different he was acting now that they had done the deed. “You really got into that, didn't you?”
“The whole breeding thing?” Yeonjun asks, feeling shy despite being the one to bring it up. “Wouldn't you look adorable though? Round and sexy, carrying our pups.”
“I would look sexy regardless of whether I was carrying pups or not,” Soobin huffs sleepily, cheek flushed against the pillow. “But you're right. I would be a sexy pregnant alpha.”
Yeonjun kisses the crown or his head, fixing his damp sweaty bangs as he says, “Want to keep trying till we get it?”
“Fuck no.”
-
“So it all worked out in the end,” Kai says randomly in the middle of the gaming session they were having in Beomgyu's room. “You got fucked by Hyung.”
“Kai!” Beomgyu gasps, shaking his head and reaching over Soobin to smack the younger's leg.
“He's right,” Soobin sighs, putting his phone flat against his chest, a dreamy look on his face. “I did get fucked. But what I'm confused about is, what gave it away?”
Kai gives him an unimpressed look. “Oh, besides the fact that you've been limping since this morning and you've got this…glow, maybe since I was in the room next to yours.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, oh . But don't apologise, it was fun.”
“Wait, what was fun? Kai, did you listen in on us? Why are you looking at—fuck, was Taehyun there with you? Kai! Did you and Taehyun—”