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Zhang Hao is not the type to worry. He's confident, whether it's regarding his academics or his music genius title or all the way down to the little details like how he looks on a Monday morning.
He's calculating, always knows how to handle any kind of situation thrown at him. It's rare to see him panicking.
So what, or rather, who has got him pacing back and forth in his apartment kitchen on a Friday night, checking his phone every five minutes?
The answer will have to be the one and only, Sung Hanbin.
Sung Hanbin, the sweetest boy ever, who he first met in his sophomore year, freshman year for Hanbin, as his roommate on campus. It's unwarranted that an alpha and an omega room together, let alone sophomore and freshman, but it seems like incompetency strikes again, and administration messed up big time somewhere.
It's okay because Hao and Hanbin have never been like any other pair anyway, just another reason to list of why their meeting was so fated.
A few years come along, and they've moved in together off campus as well. A few years come along, and they're inseparable, each other's other half. Soulmates, some would say. It's like the universe had set in stone for Hao and Hanbin, Hanbin and Hao, except life's unexpected when it seems most predictable.
It's bittersweet.
Because, ultimately, Hao still wants Hanbin to be happy.
It's bitter when Hao attentively listens to a blushy Hanbin as he tells him about how a long time crush, his senior, who he greatly admired in a dance class, finally confessed to him. It's bitter when Hao sweetly congratulates Hanbin for his new budding relationship. It's bitter when Hao watches silently from the sidelines as Hanbin gives his heart to another person who's not him.
Nevertheless, Friday nights were special for the pair, a steady, permanent routine built into their busy schedules. It's the end of the week, marking their time to relax and catch up after a hectic week of school and work. Usually, when Hao returns home from his side job consisting of afternoon violin classes with his students, Hanbin's happily bounding over to him like a little puppy, welcoming him home.
Except, the apartment is pitch black and silent when Hao arrives home with their usual takeout dinner in hand. He looks, and Hanbin's set of keys is missing from the matching key holders they bought together when they first moved into the apartment.
Three unanswered calls, and Hao worries at his lower lip while contacting mutual friends, but those also remain unanswered too.
It's not until half past midnight does the doorbell ring.
Springing out of a kitchen stool, Hao speeds to open the front door. The sight that greets him is a solemn Matthew with a half dead Hanbin draped over the latter.
Hanbin stirs awake from all the shuffling, and he finally registers he's back at his own home.
Gasping upon seeing Hao, Hanbin's eyes light up, and he launches away from Matthew, clinging onto Hao instead. Hao barely has enough time to react, one arm wraps around Hanbin's waist on instinct, the other hand protectively tucking Hanbin's head into the crook of his neck.
"Gege! 'm missed you." His words are muffled from how his face is buried into Hao's shoulder, but the sobs and hiccups he tries to hide are unmistakably noticeable.
Hao pulls back worriedly, eyebrows furrowed in concern as he closely examines Hanbin. His eyes are puffy from the dried tears staining at his flushed cheeks, and his bottom lip won't stop quivering. His clothes reek of alcohol, indicating that Hanbin's drunk, even if his giggles and incoherency didn't give it away beforehand.
The oldest looks past Hanbin, straight at Matthew, eyebrow raised, questioning the latter, but Matthew only mouths a sad "I'm sorry" and a "Please take care of him. He needs you" before turning to leave, closing the door behind him.
Hao pulls Hanbin back into his arms, smoothing his hand up and down the younger's back, gently rocking them both side to side to soothe the omega. "Baby? Do you want to tell gege what's wrong?"
He hears Hanbin sharply inhale, swallowing down a big gulp of air before continuing. "It's over, Hao. He broke up with me, told me he doesn't want to continue our relationship or whatever we had," Hanbin sobs into Hao's neck, his whole body shaking. "I think it's for real this time."
The hideous monster inside Hao snarls awake, its claws digging into his chest as his heartbeat picks up, the satisfaction that Hanbin can be all his again all too tempting. He had spent way too long feeding on jealousy and hatred, but he swallows his bitter pleasure down in exchange to comfort the trembling angel in his arms, cradling a fragile Hanbin close to his heart.
He doesn't say it's okay, doesn't mumble out he's sorry to hear that, doesn't offer any comforting words. Hao simply squeezes his strong arms tighter around Hanbin's waist, weakly smiles as Hanbin grips and tugs at his shirt as well.
Because Hao knows how it always goes down, every single time, like a reoccurring nightmare. It starts with Hanbin's sorry excuse of a boyfriend fucking up, the two of them fighting with the boyfriend suggesting they take a break, Hanbin running back into Hao's arms for a couple of days, and then finally Hanbin and his boyfriend make up somehow.
The same one cycle, and Hao's tired, sick of being the second choice.
"How about we get you in the shower and in bed. You seem like you had a rough day," Hao finally suggests.
Hanbin draws back, arms falling down to hold at Hao's waist too, teary eyes sparkling. "Can I sleep with you today? Don't want to sleep alone," he pouts.
"Of course, Hanbin. I'll always be here for you." And Hao means it, from the bottom of his heart, even if it pains him every time to see Hanbin suffer, pains him to hold Hanbin close even though his heart will never be his.
The two of them fall into a familiar nightly routine, except Hanbin's dramatically more clingy. He whines when Hao puts Hanbin's own clothes on the bathroom counter for when he's done showering, demanding that Hao lends him one of his own shirts instead.
"I like your scent. It's comforting ,” Hanbin tells him once. Like he didn't know how his careless words would pierce and tug at Hao's heart strings.
Hao waits for Hanbin to finish in the bathroom before he takes his turn. He tried not to overreact when Hanbin comes out, freshly showered and Hao's own scent clinging on the omega from his borrowed shirt.
When he's all freshened up, Hao finds Hanbin neatly tucked into his designated side of the bed whenever he decides to sleep over, blankets pulled up all the way to his nose, eyes closed and starting to doze off already.
Pulling the blankets aside, Hao climbs into his warm bed as well, cooing as Hanbin wiggles closer toward him. He gently brushes back at the younger's fringe, tucking the longer strands behind his ear.
Hao props the pillows up behind him, turning to grab at his book on his bedside table to do his nightly reading.
The night is too domestic for Hao's liking, especially for a situation like theirs. He does not want to become familiar with the feeling, he thinks to himself.
...
As Hao closes his book, placing it on the nightstand next to him, he hears the bed sheets rustling to the left of him. All of a sudden, he feels a sudden weight drop into his lap, arms wrapping around his torso, catching him off guard.
"Hanbin—stop," he trails off, knowing how the night will end if he doesn't control himself, attempting to gently push Hanbin off.
They're treading in dangerous waters again, the never ending game of push and pull starting all over again.
"Make me forget him," Hanbin whispers, eyes cast downwards and not meeting Hao's, voice quiet and timid while his fingers play with the hem of the latter's shirt. "Please? "
Hao sucks in a stuttered breath, tearing his eyes away from the way Hanbin's plush thighs bracketed his own hips. Eyes flitting up toward Hanbin's face, his hand that was resting idly on the younger male's pale thigh wanders up to his face, Hao's broad and cool palm cupping Hanbin's cheek, brushing the pad of his thumb over Hanbin's warm cheekbone.
"Hanbin, please, you're drunk, and I understand you're hurting right now, but I can't keep hurting myself for you either."
And if Zhang Hao wasn't counting wrong, he's approaching the time of his heat cycle as well, all the reason why he's acting up.
Even though the corners of Hao's lips were tilted up, hinting at a smile, and his eyes reflected fondness in them, the sadness and yearning behind his eyes still shone through.
Zhang Hao was never good at lying about his feelings, always wearing his heart on his sleeve, vulnerable especially for his Hanbin.
"Come on, let's sleep, hm?" Hao offers a wry smile and reaches over to turn off the lamp that dimly lit the room, but Hanbin frantically pushes him back against the pillows again by the shoulders.
And that only prompts the younger to press closer, chest against chest now. Hanbin buries his face in the crook between Hao's broad shoulders and neck, his arms wrapping around the other's neck tightly, sharply inhaling at the comforting scent of the cologne that Hao uses. It's familiar, and it's enough to keep him grounded for now.
Hanbin practically melts into Hao, while Hao's hand drops back down to Hanbin's sharp hip bone, slowly starting to rub soothing circles with his thumb over the jut of the bone. His other arm was hesitant, hand clenching and unclenching while it rests in the sheets, unsure what boundaries he can or can't cross, before he decides to throw it all out the window, winding that arm around Hanbin's slim waist, pulling the omega flush against his own body.
Hao feels his shirt dampen, the omega's fresh tears staining the skin on his neck. It breaks his heart over and over again to hear the sniffles and hiccups coming from Hanbin.
"Please, Hao? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I know I always say this, but I swear, just one more time? Didn't you say you love me ?" Hanbin pleads as he pulls back to look directly into Hao's eyes.
And the moment their eyes meet, Zhang Hao knows that he's a goner. He has a hard time swallowing the lump in his throat, and he hates how his stupid heart clenches while he chews at his own bottom lip.
He's using you again. But Hao sweeps that thought under the rug, storing it in the back of his head to think about later.
Because he knows that he's a weak, weak man when it comes to Hanbin, particularly when he looks so, so desperate, eyes puffy and glassy from crying, cheeks flushed from naturally running warm and from the hot summer weather, lips drawn out in a cute, little pout.
Because he knows that he's especially weak when Hanbin sits perched on his lap, straddling his thighs, practically begging Hao to fuck him.
His rational mind tells him it's unfair to his heart and feelings.
But his heart tells him to be a little selfish, indulge in his secretive desires.
...
The bridge of Hao's nose nudges against Hanbin's jaw as he licks and nips at the fair skin of Hanbin's neck, causing him to tilt his head up, the younger's head sinking further into the fluffed pillows underneath. While Hao continues mouthing at the underside of Hanbin's jawline, he feels how the latter so slightly arches into his touch. Hanbin's arms scramble to grasp at his neck, pulling him even closer, dainty fingertips playing with the hair at his nape.
He shivers at the way Hao's hot exhales of breaths ghost the wet skin of his neck.
"How do you want it?" Hao rasps out right into his ear, voice thick with want, making Hanbin dizzy simply from his voice alone.
"You already know—! " He begins before he's cut off by a sharp gasp, response stuck in his throat when Hao bites down on the shell of his ear, pulling gently at the skin with his teeth. Hanbin squeezes his eyes shut. When did Hao have such an effect on him?
His heart likes to tell him since forever.
"You already know how I like it," Hanbin whispers, the rise and fall of his chest labored.
And Hao despises how he already knows every one of Hanbin's preferences in bed. He really shouldn't, considering they were never together, he reflects bitterly.
When Hanbin blinks his eyes open again to look back up at Hao, he finds the other already staring directly at him. The way Hao's lidded gaze peers intensely down at him sends his stomach tumbling.
God , they haven't even done anything, and Hanbin is already all worked up and losing it, mind completely blank.
He feels so impossibly safe with Hao, even at his most vulnerable state of mind. With Hao towering over him, the wide expanse of his back blocks out all of the background distractions.
Hanbin's eyes flit over Hao's defined facial features, admiring how the shadows dance across his sharp angles. Reaching up, his fingertips just barely graze Hao's cheekbone, taking time to admire the beauty marks dotting his face.
Hanbin has always thought his moles were adorable, especially the one under his eye.
Zhang Hao hums, a single eyebrow raising a bit to question his affectionate actions.
"Can you kiss me already?" Hanbin whispers, growing more and more impatient by the second.
Hao offers an arrogant smirk, his hand moving to lovingly brush back the strands of hair that hang just above Hanbin's eyes. "Oh? But kitty , haven't I just been doing that?" Feigned with innocence, Hao further proves his point by leaving feather light kisses on his nose, one on his cheek, and finally another just shy of the corner of his lips. "You'll have to be more specific where or I won't know—," he teases with a grin, eyes crinkling with mirth.
Hanbin pouts, eyebrows furrowing. "Come on , you know where," he trails off and turns away as his face heats up with embarrassment. But in the corners of his eyes, he notices how Hao's piercing eyes flicker downward to stare at his plump lips and how Hao's tongue darts out to wet his own.
When their lips finally do press together, it's impossibly tender, and it's like their first time all over again, shy and hesitant, before Hao adds a little more pressure. Hanbin takes the hint and parts his lips when he feels the other lick and prod at the seam of his lips with his tongue.
And before they part to gasp for air, Hao holds Hanbin's lower lip between his teeth, biting down harshly to draw out a breathy moan from Hanbin's swollen lips. A string of saliva connects their mouths when they do pull apart, only the sounds of quiet panting are heard circulating in their room.
Hao props himself up with one of his hands again, the other hand tilting Hanbin's chin up a fraction. The pad of his thumb drags across Hanbin's kiss bitten lips, smearing spit all over his cheek. "You're so precious like this. Already so gone, and I've barely touched you," Hao whispers under his breath, as if mocking him, eyes continuing to burn through him.
The most Hanbin could do was try to hide the flush that heated up his face and the tips of his ears, chewing at his bottom lip and diverting his line of sight to anything but Hao's predatory gaze, though his attempts were useless.
Fuck, he could feel the bright, hot pleasure traveling down through his body from Hao's praises alone.
It never fails to amaze Hanbin every single time he witnesses one of Hao's shifts in his polar personas. Not even thirty minutes ago, he was so, so gentle with him, almost too sweet for his own good, the lines of their relationship blurring and muddling all together. Nights like these? Hanbin doesn't know how his heart handles the passionate side of the older.
When Hanbin feels Hao's thumb apply more pressure on his lips, he slacks open his mouth to tentatively prod at Hao's thumb with his own tongue. Unlike before, he feels no shame when he widens his mouth to take in the alpha's finger to the first joint. Hanbin's tongue presses into the flat of his thumb before giving it a light suck, tongue wrapping and swirling around it, cheeks hollowed. He's proud of himself when he notices how Hao inhales sharply at that.
He becomes even more confident when he feels something hard press against his thigh when Hao uncomfortably shifts his position.
Stumbling out of his daze, Hao hums again, pulling his finger out and leaning down to attach his hot lips to Hanbin's jaw again. Wherever his lips ghost over his skin, Hao leaves a scorching trail, the pinks and reds on his skin already quickly fading into a deep burgundy.
He's noticed how Hao has always liked marking him up whenever they spent the night together, always the possessive lover that he is.
Hanbin's hand paws blindly at the hem of his borrowed shirt, trying to get rid of it, but his head is all too foggy with arousal, ultimately failing until Hao hooks his hands underneath and helps him out of it.
"So desperate aren't you, Hanbin? So used to you being in control, but the moment you're under me, you get reduced into some cock drunk idiot," Hao hisses out, eyes dark and dangerous, the corners of his mouth almost drawn up to a bitter frown.
Hanbin's eyebrows furrow. "'m not desperate," he trails off as another whine threatens to escape from his throat, hands clenching at the front of Hao's shirt.
Hao raises a questioning eyebrow at that. "Yeah? Could be asking anyone else to fuck you, especially that senior of yours, but oops, I forgot that's not an option anymore. Instead, you're asking me, your best friend?"
"Well—!"
Hanbin doesn't even get a chance to finish before he feels Hao's lips come crashing down on his, shutting him up. It's all teeth and tongue and spit, so utterly filthy. He feels Hao hungrily lick into his mouth, teeth nipping at his lips.
It's a little more aggressive than he's used to, but God, it's exactly what he's craving at the moment.
"You should know I hate it when you say another man's name in my bed. I get jealous very easily," Zhang Hao practically snarls, and Hanbin sees how his eyes have narrowed with envy and desire. "But then again, I know that I fuck you best. Why else do you keep coming back to me?" Hao has the audacity to throw in an arrogant grin at the end of his sentence. He pinches at Hanbin's bare waist before sitting back on his knees to pull his own shirt over his head and discarding it to the side along with the other.
...
Soon, like the coward that he is, Hao pushes Hanbin away and makes him put a shirt back on, threatening to kick him out and back to his own room if he doesn't stop his needy advancements.
For Hao's own sanity.
With the sweetest pout, lower lip jutting out, and the shiniest shimmer in his eyes, Hanbin obediently complies. Yet, he still leans in to press an innocent kiss on the corner of Hao's lips. His eyes scrunch up into the cutest of crescents, and he giggles to himself as he turns around to face the other way.
Hao stares at the back of Hanbin's head for a second too long before he sighs and runs his hand through his mussed up locks of hair, reaching over to flick off his bedside lamp.
...
Hanbin's heat starts in the middle of the night.
Zhang Hao doesn't know why he gives in, but he simply does. Again and again. Always for Hanbin.
He takes a break from trailing kiss after kiss, bite after bite up Hanbin's marred inner thighs, and looks up at Hanbin. Situated in between Hanbin’s spread thighs, Hao inhales a deep breath and takes in the scent of the omega’s arousal, his slick-drenched panties leaking pheromones all over, driving Hao closer to insanity with how good he smells.
Oh, he's so beautiful like this, such an angel.
Hanbin has his eyes glazed over, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, abdomen tense with pleasure. His thighs are all marked up, shades of a deep burgundy blooming from under his pale, delicate skin. The moonlight and the city lights seeping in through the blinds highlight the sweat beading at his hairline and dripping down to his defined collarbones.
Hao moves to hook his fingers under the band of other's rucked up shorts. "Can I?" he whispers against Hanbin's exposed hip, going back to nipping at the sharp jut of his hip bones. He hears a pitiful whimper fall from the omega's lips, but he's displeased with the lack of verbal response.
"Words, baby. Use your words," he orders, as if mocking Hanbin's current dazed state.
"Ngh, yes— shit! Please, please, please, fuck me already!" Hanbin whines, dignity long gone since his heat started.
Hanbin feels Hao's smirk growing against his skin. "That's more like it, wasn't so hard was it now?" he coos, before he smoothly tugs off both his shorts and soaked panties.
Leaning up, Hao captures Hanbin's lips in another kiss, this one sweeter than all the others before. Hanbin practically feels like he's melting when Hao tenderly cups his cheeks. It's too sappy for him that it makes him want to cry all over again.
He really doesn't deserve Hao.
Hao slides his hand down the line of Hanbin's lithe body, brushing over his chest while deft fingers flick at one of his perky nipples, tearing a gasp from Hanbin's lips. It continues downward to his thin waist, grip so bruising it could leave red marks of his handprint for days on end.
Hanbin spirals from his filthy thoughts, feeling his already throbbing pussy become even slicker.
He desperately tries to roll his hips and grind up against Hao's growing arousal, but Hao's hand keeps his hips pinned down to the bed, unable to move.
Hao drags a knuckle down against his wet cunt, admiring how it was already flushed a pretty, pink shade, shining with slick even under the dim lights. Dipping his fingers into Hanbin’s leaking heat, he gathers enough wetness and brings his thumb up to Hanbin's clit, pressing lightly and beginning to rub the most slow and agonizing of circles against the swollen bud, barely giving him enough stimulation to feel good.
Unable to control himself, Hanbin's hips jerk up to meet Hao's hand, and it leaves him wanting so much more. "Hurry, please, please—," he whimpers out, but that only leads to Hao laughing and pulling his hand away entirely, though not before landing a ruthless slap against his hard clit.
"So demanding, so desperate . Take what you're given, or you're getting none of it at all," Hao hisses. Nonetheless, he complies and lowers his head between Hanbin's plush thighs and licks a broad strip across his aching cunt.
It has Hanbin reeling back in ecstasy, eyes rolling toward the back of his head, his mouth slacking open, completely rendered speechless.
Hao groans with pleasure when the musky taste of the omega's slick hits, the tip of his tongue circling and lapping away at Hanbin's engorged clit before taking it into his mouth and giving a light suckle. His teeth just so graze against the swollen bud, drawing choked sobs from Hanbin's throat. Hao feels Hanbin's fingers tangle and pull at his hair, as if to bury his face further into the younger man's pussy. Hanbin's thighs tense up, closing in on themselves, ankles locked together against his back and trapping Hao's head in between his legs.
His finger joins his tongue in fucking into Hanbin's hole, and he's not even surprised at how easily his finger slips into the omega's hot, fleshy walls, given how wet he is currently.
Opening him up couldn't have been any easier. Hanbin is leaking so much by the time he's got three fingers nestled in knuckle deep inside of the younger, Hao's long fingers pistoning in and out of his warm cunt.
"Ah—Oh my—!" Hanbin mewls out when he feels Hao's fingers prod at the sensitive bundle of nerves, and it leaves him jolting, abdomen tensing, the high he's chasing almost within reach.
"Baby, that's it, no need to be shy with your pretty sounds," Hao croons, honey dripping from his tone. He leans up to slot their lips together again, letting Hanbin taste his own slick and sweetness. Hao swallows down every pathetic moan and sob Hanbin lets out, their lips sliding together messily.
"Haah, please! Oh God! 'm going to cum—!" Hao sets a brutal pace with his fingers, massaging his inner walls and hitting all the right places that have Hanbin seeing stars.
With Hao's fingers only barely ghosting over his quivering clit, it finally sends Hanbin past his peak.
A cry erupts from his lips as his orgasm hits him hard and fast, back arching off the bed while his heels dig into Hao's back. His abused pussy gushes out fluids, clenching tightly around Hao's still moving fingers as he gasps, trying to regain his breath.
He feels the fingers inside of him slow down, his squirt from his orgasm makes the squelching noises so much more vulgar, so much more filthy.
Overstimulation renders him unable to move, trembling against the bed sheets as tears prick at the corners of his shut eyes.
"Shh, I got you, sweetheart, I got you," Hao whispers into his ear, fingers wiping away at the stray tears while wrapping his arm protectively around the younger's torso. Taking a few minutes to recover from the post orgasm daze, Hanbin blinks open his eyes to see Hao smirking down at him. "Still up to continue? Or are you already all spent," he teases.
As his head clears, Hanbin promptly registers the press of the other man's hardened erection against his thigh. His hand reaches to palm at Hao's hard on through his boxers. "Wouldn't want you to deal with this by yourself? Want your cock so bad—want you so bad," he exhales breathily, an all knowing feline like grin making its way onto his face. He knew his effect on riling Hao up until he snapped, until Hao gives him exactly what he wants.
Directing his attention to how Hanbin pulls down at the waistband of the remaining article of clothing, Hao hisses once Hanbin's hand wraps around the base of his erection. He clenches his jaw, finally having some type of stimulation to relieve his pent up arousal.
Fuck, no matter how many nights they spent together, Hanbin seems to always forget why he keeps coming back, and he keeps needing a reminder every time.
For his own sake, Hanbin ignores the part of his brain that screams, "Maybe it's his unresolved feelings for Hao!" at him.
Hao's cock is undeniably long with a slight curve up towards his abdominal muscles, the head flushed an angry shade of red, precum leaking and beading at the swollen tip. It's girthy to the point where Hanbin can barely just wrap his fingers the whole way round, the appendage hot to the touch and heavy in his palm.
Any other time, Hanbin would've taken extra time to savor the delicious meal, would've sucked Hao off until his voice grew hoarse, throat throughly fucked, but he's so impatient already, pussy clenching tight around nothing in anticipation as he slowly strokes Hao's cock from base to tip, using his own precum as lubrication.
His finger traces a vein from the base up to the tip, where he swipes his thumb over the leaking slit. Hanbin carefully eyes Hao as he brings his precum coated fingers up to his lips, taking his time to suggestively lick off the sticky fluid off his fingers, moaning softly, all while he maintains eye contact with the alpha through his lidded eyes, long eyelashes fluttering, sly intent shining in his eyes.
Serves him right for all of his own teasing.
Muttering a string of curses under his breath, Hao pins both of his wrists to the side of his head. " Kitty, you're really asking for it now," Hao hisses into his ear, grip tightening around Hanbin's forearms.
And if that doesn't do things to Hanbin, his intention of being in control dissipating all at once. "Want’a feel you fucking inside me already," he whines. "Need your fat cock stretching me open ! " he cries out, unable to stop his mouth from running, his innate desires of being fucked and bred coming through his normally composed manner.
Hao clicks his tongue, mockingly disappointed. "It's almost embarrassing how easy you are, so pliant, such a whore. And for me ? I'm almost flattered."
Nudging two of his slick covered fingers at Hanbin's lips, Hao sulks. "Come on now, show gege how much you want him, or else he might never know what you want. Work for it, pup."
Hanbin whines, but eagerly obeys, pink tongue darting out cutely as his licks from the base of Hao's fingers up to the tips because wrapping his puckered lips up to the first joint, moaning in satisfaction when he tastes his own sweet slick slathered on Hao's fingers. He spends some time suckling on the tips of the fingers before widening his lips to take in more of Hao's fingers, like he would with a cock.
Hao watches on as Hanbin takes it up all the way to the base, feeling how Hanbin works his tongue all around his fingers. Wanting to be a little mean, he pushes his fingers in even deeper, hitting the back of Hanbin's throat. From the unexpected movement, he triggers Hanbin's gag reflex, spit leaking past the seam of his lips from the discomfort.
Hanbin looks completely debauched, utterly sinful, but Hao has never found him any more lovely than in this moment. With tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, eyelashes clumped together from crying earlier, cheeks deeply flushed from his heat, and saliva dripping down his chin, Hanbin looks like a dream.
The veiny underside of his cock drags against Hanbin's soaked pussy as Hao slowly grinds his hips up and down, his dick hot and heavy and glistening with slick. The head rubs against the omega's swollen clit on every slide up, drawing a breathy moan every time from the younger, the overstimulation sending an electric jolt through his body. The crude sight of his dick slotting perfectly with Hanbin's wet cunt on each upstroke has Hao going completely insane, and he grows impossibly harder.
Hao takes his sorry time coating his cock with Hanbin's slick, refusing his pleas to hurry up. He continues to grind his length against Hanbin's waiting cunt, the tip catching his hole but not quite sinking in, and Hanbin knows he's just teasing and teasing and teasing him.
He pulls back until the blunt tip of his cock finally notches against Hanbin's heat, the thick head barely breaching inside, before he finally gives in and sinks his way home into Hanbin's warm pussy.
"Only a fucking fool could ever even imagine letting this go," Hao grits out, jaw clenched. The gummy walls of Hanbin's cunt clench tightly down on the intrusion, wrapping so hotly around his dick. It's so tempting to thrust all the way to the hilt in one stroke, and it's taking all of his self control not to do exactly that.
Hanbin scrambles to grab onto anything, and in the end, one hand grips at Hao's flexed bicep while the other scratches down his shoulder blade, leaving a trail of hot red. He cries out choked moans, eyes fluttering shut, the sting from the stretch almost unbearable.
But ever the angel he is, Hao sweetly kisses him through it, distracting him from the pain, while whispering honeyed words into his ear of how much of a good boy Hanbin is for him, how he's doing so well for him, and how his greedy, little cunt opens up and clenches down so lovely on his cock, just for him.
"Shh, you can take it. You're the one that wanted it so bad after all, hm?"
Hanbin blanks, unable to speak, think, or even breathe , as he feels Hao finally still inside of him, fully sheathed in his pussy. He's rendered completely speechless, useless, as he could only whimper out whorishly as Hao's fat cock plugs him up just right, stuffing him so full of cock.
Barely giving him any time to adjust, Hao starts lazily rolling his hips, shallowly thrusting into him, setting a torturously slow pace.
He lowers his line of sight to where his cock spears the other open, watching as he slowly pulls out until only his tip remains nestled snugly inside. His entire shaft was flushed with arousal, covered in a mix of precum and copious amounts of slick. Pushing himself back in, Hao groans from the back of his throat, thrusting in slow and deep.
"Fuck, sweetheart , look how well you're taking me. Look how wide you're stretched around my cock," Hao smirks, one of his broad hands pushing against the back of Hanbin's plush thigh until it's pinned down to the mattress, bending him in half while spreading him apart impossibly wider.
Hanbin whines as his hips and thighs are screaming at him for his inflexibility, but, God , he feels Hao flex his sinful hips and his cock sinks even deeper inside of him. Hanbin can't help it when his mouth goes slack, pleasure coursing throughout his body as he practically feels Hao's dick in his fucking throat.
"Don't like repeating myself, kitty. I said, look at yourself when I'm fucking into you. Look at how my cock splits open your tight, little cunt ," Hao hisses into Hanbin's ear, landing a stinging slap against the back of his thigh. He couples it with a single harsh snap of his hips, driving his cock straight into his sweet spot.
Hanbin mewls, unable to stop the yelp that escapes his lips, obediently following Hao's demands.
Blinking open his glazed over eyes, he sits up and glances to peek down, and he's awarded with such an erotic sight: His red, soaked pussy stretching obscenely around Hao's thick girth, hungrily sucking in the fat cock that's thrusting into him; his neglected clit standing to attention, peeking out from under its hood, pleading to be touched, begging to be played with; and the bulge that forms every time that Hao fucks into his warm cunt, his cock so big and heavy that it took too many nights before Hanbin was ready to take the entire length to the hilt.
He hears how shamelessly wet he is, filthy squelches echoing throughout the room as Hao continues to rock into him, picking up the pace gradually. Hanbin whimpers at how embarrassingly, humiliatingly , wet he is, how dirty each slide sounds, yet he grows even more aroused, another spurt of slick gushing out of his pussy, dripping down his thighs.
"Heh, kitty, baby, sweetheart— ," Hao pants out, "You're driving me insane here. Can I be a little mean? Can gege be a little greedy?"
With a hurried jerk of his head, Hanbin frantically nods in confirmation, blabbing out a faint, "Yes, please, anything gege wants. "
Hao's hands tighten their grip around Hanbin's hips, pale, porcelain skin flushed from the rough treatment, showing promises of bruises the shape of Hao's palms and long fingers.
He smooths one of his hands over Hanbin's taut torso, traveling up to the man's hardened nipples, dusted over with a pretty pink. His deft fingers pull at a peak, rolling it between his fingers, thoroughly set on abusing the omega's cute and perky nipples. Hao lowers his head to lick a broad stroke over the other stiffened peak, before taking the swollen bud into his mouth, tongue eagerly licking and sucking.
Coupled by the harsh, deep thrusts and how Hao's teeth scrape against his swollen nipples, Hanbin practically screams, whining pitifully from the onslaught of pleasure.
Hao's plump lips slowly work its way up Hanbin's throat, hungrily mouthing at his adam's apple while Hanbin can hardly swallow down enough air to keep breathing .
Suddenly, Hao's hand is roughly fisting into his locks of hair, his neck craned at an uncomfortable angle, the pain quickly melting into something pleasant as Hao pulls back at his hair, their hot lips sealing together in a passionate kiss.
"You look so good like this, kitty. So beautiful, so fucking delicious, I could eat you up all night," Hao exhales against Hanbin's lips. "Wish I could keep you in my bed, keep you under me all the time. What do you think about that? Would that be too selfish of me?"
And it's like Hanbin wants to keep egging Hao on, feeding into the ugly jealousy festering in Hao's heart.
"Hah—! You're already the most selfish man I know. Never letting me out of your bed without marking me up, hickies on my neck, hand prints branded over my skin. And you say I'm the desperate one? Seems like you're just as greedy," Hanbin bites back with the last of his coherency, teeth clenching, his hands also tangled in Hao's dark strands, tugging at the hair at his nape. "Your marks were a bitch to hide. I might just blame you for the reason my relationship never worked out," he accuses jokingly, but he sees Hao's eyes darken dangerously, eyes narrowing with jealousy.
"Yeah ? You're a goddamn brat," Hao hisses. "Always thinking you're in control, but all you want is someone to throw you around and fuck you stupid until you're nothing but the dumb omega that you are."
Hanbin opens his mouth to snap back, yet he can't come up with a single retort.
"Entertain me here, Sung Hanbin, but I bet he's never fucked you right, hmm? Always leaving you high and dry? Should've been more subtle, sweetheart. Almost makes me feel bad for him every single time you begged me to sleep with you. Crawling back to me anytime he does something stupid, just like today," Hao taunts, and Hanbin hates how arrogant he sounds, but he especially hates how Hao's right.
Hao might get a little too cocky at times, but he sure delivers every single time, and Hanbin can't do anything but take it until he's completely at Hao's mercy.
"Tell me something, kitty . Does he fuck you this good? Does he make you fucking squirt with just his tongue alone?" Hao questions, pinching at the fair skin at his waist, fingers digging into his sides.
"No— only you , fuck, only gege ," Hanbin chokes out, gasping for air.
"Yeah? Good fucking luck trying to find someone that can satisfy your needs like I can. God, try finding another cock as big as mine that can please your little cunt," Hao seethes, "I've already made sure to ruin you for anyone else."
And Hanbin knows it.
He knows it too well. The way he will let other men take him to bed and fuck him through the night. Except, he's always wishing they were Hao instead.
They're all not quite as caring, not quite as handsome, not quite as arrogant, not quite as rough, not quite as big.
"Hah—ngh, you're the only one that can fuck me this good," Hanbin slurs mindlessly. "Ah— love your cock so fucking much—it's so fucking big."
He slides his hand down his torso over the bump that forms every time Hao thrusts into him. "Feel you right up here, filling me up so well," he says while whining and pressing at the swell of his soft tummy.
Hanbin feels Hao's broad palm blanket over his entire hand. Zhang Hao, being the jerk he is, pushes down. Hard.
Arching his back off the mattress in an obscene manner while his legs threaten to close in on themselves, Hanbin's slick cunt clenches down unbearably tight on the appendage fucking into him. He throws his head back with a wail, pale throat bared vulnerably, as his swollen lips let strangled sobs slip pass.
"Glad you finally came to your senses, baby," Hao croons. Taking a breath, almost a beat too long, smooth voice dripping with sweet promises, Hao whispers right into Hanbin's ear. "Please, Bin-ah, I could be so good for you if you let me. Gege would do anything for you."
Hanbin grasps Hao's hand that's resting on his lower abdomen and interlocks their fingers together, resting their intertwined hands next to his head. Locking eyes with Hao, Hanbin barely utters out, voice hoarse with dried tears. "Then, fuck me so good I'll forget everything else, so that I'll only be yours from now on."
Narrowing his eyes at the younger, Hao clicks his tongue in disapproval. "That's where you're wrong, sweetheart . You've always been mine, and will always be mine."
Hao pulls out completely, his cock audibly slapping against Hanbin's soaked pussy. He smirks as the younger clenches around air, crying at the emptiness, aching to be filled again, before his mewls are cut short again when Hao slams back inside in a single brutal stroke, his sharp hip bones digging into the backs of Hanbin's plush thighs.
The deep strokes of Hao's cock punch the air out of Hanbin's lungs, each wet slide emphasizes the filthy squelch from all the slick he's leaking, and he can't do anything but let out dumb and desperate whimpers and whines. The delicious drag of the cockhead brushes past his swollen bundle of nerves, and the itch is growing stronger and stronger every minute.
Hao keeps a firm grip on Hanbin's hips, pinning the omega down and driving him up and into the mattress as his thrusts reach a punishing pace.
"You're such a bad kitty, Hanbin. Always forgetting who you belong to, isn't that right? Gege might just knock you up once and for all and maybe you won't be so forgetful next time."
Zhang Hao has the fucking audacity to pout as he whispers such indecent, yet enticing promises into Hanbin's ear. He doesn't miss how Hanbin's pussy flutters around his cock at his provocative words, cunt squeezing and squirting out more slick as his legs fall apart, thighs spreading out even more as to let Hao sink even deeper into his insatiable hole.
Hanbin lets out a sharp gasp, dizzy from Hao's suggestive tone. "Yes, yes! Need gege's knot so badly. Need gege to breed me please! Need gege's cum to be dripping out of my pussy for days!"
"Oh, but a pregnant, unmated omega? That'll be so scandalous! People will start talking, you know? I'll have no choice but to also mate with you," Hao hums, staring down at him through lidded eyes.
One of his hands snakes up toward Hanbin's marred up neck. Lightly wrapping his fingers around his neck, Hao nudges and prods at Hanbin's scent gland with his index finger before pressing his whole hand down slightly, constricting his airways before letting up again, as to show his possession over the omega.
Hanbin sobs , powerlessly baring his neck to Hao, pushing and rubbing his scent gland up against Hao's fingers.
"Look at you, Hanbin. So pretty, so desperate for any alpha's attention, but you were made only for me, made to be ruined on my cock. Such a great thing that fucker finally broke it off with you. It's like the universe finally telling us we're meant to be together," Hao sneers, trying to get a reaction out of Hanbin, maybe another pathetic excuse defending the other alpha like in the past, but Hanbin remains completely still, as if in silent agreement.
Hao triumphs over that fact, leaning down to press a wet kiss on Hanbin's lips. Like a kitten, Hanbin eagerly responds, mouth opening to let Hao lick into his mouth with fervor.
"Don't worry, baby. Gege will make sure to give you his knot. I'll make sure that it takes so your belly will become swollen with my pups," Hao purrs while stroking at where Hanbin's abdomen bulges when he languidly bullies his cock into the omega's well fucked pussy.
He trails his hand down to where he splits Hanbin open, palm pushing the younger's thigh against the bed while his fingers pet at the seam of the omega's pussy, spilling out copious amounts of slick every time Hao bottoms out inside of him.
With his thumb that's coated with omega slick, Hao thumbs over Hanbin's erect and chubbed up clit, rubbing harsh circles on his sensitive, tender bud. Hanbin cries , moaning loudly as his eyes squeeze shut, unshed tears finally falling down. From the flush of deep red on his cheeks, the sweat dripping down his body, the snug grip of his sweet cunt wrapped around his cock, Hao can tell Hanbin's begging for release, soft thighs twitching against him from pleasure.
Hanbin reaches up with trembling arms to wrap around Hao's neck, bringing down his upper body, their sweat soaked chests pressed together.
"It's okay, come on, sweetheart, you've been so good for me. Cum for me, cum for gege."
He doesn't bother with waiting for a response from the other. Hanbin has long gone incoherent, rendered speechless as only pitiful whimpers leave his lips, not a single thought able to form in his brain as he has been completely fucked stupid on Hao's cock, the only thing running through his mind during his heat is the desire to be fucked and bred by his alpha.
Leaning down to nose at Hanbin's scent gland, Hao inhales to breathe in the omega's milky scent. To rile Hanbin up even more, Hao bites down lightly against his mark, not enough to break skin to actually claim Hanbin as his mate, but enough to show his underlying intentions.
With the ruthless assault of Hao's fingers on his clit, the rough thrusts of Hao's hips, and the points of Hao's sharp teeth against one of his most vulnerable spots, Hanbin cums with a shout, nails digging painfully into the alpha's shoulder blades.
He squirts messily, slick gushing out in spurts, as Hao works him through his orgasm with his cock and fingers.
"Stop, please, 's too much. 'm sensitive—," Hanbin gasps out, trying to move away. Yet, Hao keeps a firm grip on him, not stopping his relentless thrusts either when fresh tears start brimming in the younger's eyes.
Hao knows Hanbin better than that. He knows that he loves it when Hao ignores him and continues to fuck him even after he comes, driving him into overstimulation, letting the older take and take until he's satisfied as well.
"Don't lie now. I know you love it," Hao tuts, mindlessly brushing away the tears that keep falling. "Stop that. It's okay, you can take it," he chides when Hanbin doesn't settle down, continuing to squirm around.
And take it he does, given no other choice, arms falling limp beside himself, strangled mewls punched out from his throat.
Unfortunately, Hao isn't able to knot outside of his ruts, so he does the next best thing he can do. Grabbing at Hanbin's soft hips, Hao pulls the younger down so that they're flushed together, buries his cock to the hilt so that he cums deep into Hanbin with a drawn out groan, biting down on Hanbin's shoulder, leaving behind a red ring imprint of his teeth marks.
Hanbin lets another orgasm, albeit weaker, wash over him with a pathetic sob, pussy clenching down tightly as he milks Hao for all he's worth, greedy cunt sucking him in. He sighs happily with a loopy smile adorning his lips, like a cat with its cream, as he's filled to the brim with his alpha's hot and sticky cum.
He can't help but love it when Hao fucks him raw and dirties his insides. Hanbin relishes in the way Hao obsesses over him when the older gets a look at Hanbin's cunt painted white from his seed, preening as Hao tells him how pretty he looks while his cum slowly drips out.
Hanbin used to worry about marks left behind from nights spent with Hao when other parties were involved, but now, he can only focus on how he's stuffed so full of his alpha's cum, his inner omega finally sated.
Hao's hips finally still, throbbing cock sitting heavy in Hanbin's cunt, plugging him up nicely so that his tummy is bloated with his spend.
When he moves to pull out, he's stopped by Hanbin's legs wrapping around his waist. "Stay in me for a bit, please. Feels so nice—warm," Hanbin slurs out, mind still foggy from his intense orgasms.
Hao complies easily, of course he does for Hanbin, and he shifts them around so that he lays on his back with Hanbin straddling him, the omega's head lay resting on his chest.
Circling an arm around Hanbin's middle, Hao strokes up and down at his waist, other hand fondly brushing back the sweaty strands of hair that have fallen into his eyes.
Hanbin blinks open his eyes and looks up at him with such innocent eyes that Hao can't help but press a kiss into the crown of his head.
"Up you get, let's clean up," Hao murmurs into Hanbin's hair, shifting so that Hanbin is lying on his back again. He slips out of Hanbin, the latter whining at the loss.
God.
Hao's mind blanks as he looks down at Hanbin's cunt, fucked raw and puffy, the pearly white streaks of his seed a stark contrast against the red flush of the omega's used hole. His cum slowly leaks out and onto the bed sheets, a mark of his possession over the omega.
He desperately wants to sink back into Hanbin and wring another few orgasms out the other. Hao's cock twitches in interest, but he decides against it as Hanbin is still mid heat, and he should save up his own energy. Hanbin might be settled for now, but not fully until his heat is over. Instead, he gets up and goes to the bathroom to grab a wet towel.
When he comes back to his bed, Hanbin is in the same position as Hao has left him in, still spread out and pliant against the bedsheets, hand flattened on his abdomen, his fingertips smearing around semen and slick alike in a mindless pattern.
True to his words, Hao diligently wipes down Hanbin, the younger purring and leaning into his touch of his gentle display of affection.
Later, when Hao returns from cleaning himself up in the bathroom, Hanbin stirs awake from the dip of the bed when Hao climbs back in beside him.
His train of muddled thoughts is broken when Hao wraps strong arms around his waist, pulling him in so that they're flushed back to chest.
"Hush, kitty, you're drowning the whole room with the sour scent of your thoughts."
Hanbin doesn't reply, lips drawn in a tight line. He contemplates for a few minutes before turning around in Hao's arms, facing the alpha.
"Gege—can we talk in the morning? About what you said, about everything ."
"As if you won't be begging and whining for me to fuck you again the minute you wake up?" Hao teases, hand petting at his nape, fully avoiding the dreaded topic looming over their heads.
"Zhang Haooo! I'm being serious here! " Hanbin whines, weakly swatting at the older's naked chest, no real intent of hurting the other though.
Hao worries at his lower lip, eyebrows furrowed at Hanbin's implications. "Yeah, we can talk after," he hoarsely answers.
The two men fall into a comfortable silence after that until Hanbin breaks it again.
"Hao?"
The older hums, eyes still shut as he mindlessly pats at Hanbin's back, lulling him to sleep like a baby.
"I'm sorry, I can't keep lying. I'm actually the one that broke it off between me and him, not the other way around," Hanbin quickly exhales.
The hand patting on his back stops.
Full stop. That's the opposite of what normally happens in the said cycle.
"I think," Hanbin starts, then pauses, not sure how to continue. "I think it's complicated, but I think my feelings have been misplaced. Hao, after all this that's been going on in my life, I think I've finally come to accept I might've l—. "
But he does not get to finish. Hao interrupts him, tightening his embrace around the other, tucking Hanbin's head into the crook of his neck, afraid of letting go.
"No, Hanbin, not now. Tell it to me when it's all over. Tell me straight up, not like this," Hao barely chokes out, breath hitching as his heart races.
"I mean it though, I really do. I've meant it for a long time," Hanbin mumbles into Hao's neck, hand placed over the older's heart, feeling his own heartbeat speed up as well.
"I know, still—"
It's not perfect, far from perfect, but it's something warm that blooms in both the boys' chests, hearts shyly coming together sweetly.
It's sweet.
...
"If it makes you feel any better about me constantly rejecting you before—you're the only one I let hit raw."
"How romantic of you, Sung Hanbin."