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The first time the idea is proposed to San - by Jongho, no less, he looks at the younger alpha as though he’s sprouted two heads.
“You cannot be serious,” San says with a groan, rubbing at his temples. Jongho and him worked at the same publication company, in the romance novel department with a specific focus on alpha-omega regency romances. They’d developed a good relationship in and out of work, but San finds that with time, Jongho’s somewhat started to have some influence on him with his overactive mind constantly whirring with ideas.
Today, it’s no different as Jongho has sort of cornered San in the pantry, nearly causing San to drop his full mug of latte from his hands.
“I am, hyung,” Jongho retorts with a petulant whine. “If you think about it, I’m trying to help, you know,” he shrugs.
“Well, Jongho-ya, I’m not sure if you’ve already noticed, but I don’t need help. Specifically in that area, thank you very much,” San stutters, his cheeks flaring up a little as Jongho rolls his eyes in disbelief.
As to the nature of the oddly specific help that Jongho was referring to, well, it concerned an aspect of San’s love life. Especially to do with his ruts. San had not had a serious relationship for many months now, and spent his recent ruts primarily alone. Jongho had been privy to this fact for some time now, but had waited until their peak season at work had ended until he decided to spring his bright idea on an unsuspecting San.
“The site comes with rave reviews, hyung, I wouldn’t even be trying to convince you to try if it didn’t prove its effectiveness,” Jongho says.
“You had one friend who tried it, Jongho-ya,” San folds his arms after taking a sip of his latte.
“And look at him!” Jongho brandishes his phone. “They’re happily engaged now,” he says indignantly, showing a photo from Instagram of a happy looking couple, the alpha down on one knee, and an omega with his hand outstretched, grin wide.
“But isn’t the site meant to be more transactional than that?” San asks, wrinkling his nose. “Like you’re not meant to find your mate, it’s mainly intended for those who just need companions for the duration of their ruts,” he adds rather clinically.
“Yes, but after the duration of the initial agreement is up, the two consenting individuals are free to act,” Jongho says, sounding rather long-suffering at this point. “Look - hyung. I know how you feel about the regular apps, and your attempts during group dates. I’m just saying that this is another possible avenue, and besides, the whole thing starts with just the duration of the rut. If nothing comes of it after that, at least you can say you’ve tried.”
San does have some feelings on how the thing appears transactional, but then again, it was based on a mutual agreement between the two parties.
“How about this, hyung. You give this a try, and if you succeed, you’ll buy me a meal from the barbecue buffet place. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll never bother you about this kind of thing again. How does that sound?” Jongho asks, shifting his glasses up his nose bridge.
At that, San makes a noise of consideration, rubbing at his chin. “Fine. This will be the first and last time,” San says, a faint warning in his voice as Jongho grins widely, extending his hand.
“We’ll shake on it then, hyung. May the odds be in… whoever’s favor is fated to succeed,” Jongho smirks. “When you get home tonight, create the account.”
San grits his teeth. “Fine,” he mutters rather reluctantly. “It’s on.”
Hours later, after sundown when he’s gotten home from work, taken his dinner and his shower, San finds himself sitting in front of his monitor - the only source of light in the dimness of his bedroom.
Providing quality companionship for the discerning modern alpha, the site’s tagline reads. In terms of design, it’s very classy and minimalist, resembling any kind of business. Interestingly, San discovers that the site had been founded by two betas who met as business majors in college. The interface has a decent UI, allowing for ease of navigation.
First, though, San needs to make an account. The first step is for him to upload a recent photo of himself. He furrows his brow, thinking if he should upload something from his camera roll. He checks his phone, but none of his recent selfies seem to call out to him. Then, he remembers the time where the publishing company had helped to take profile photos of the employees for official reasons. There was an email that had been sent to them, asking them to select from a wide variety of shots.
San finally decides on one of the B-cuts, one showing him leaning relaxedly on a couch. He almost had chosen the one where he was folding his arms and leaning against the window, but he frowned, thinking it to be more Linkedin than for a companionship website. He clicks upload, cropping it to the prescribed size as per the site.
After that, San is taken through a very detailed questionnaire for his profile page, which goes quite in depth. He has to hand it to the site administrators for how seriously they took their business, caring for each detail both for the alpha members and the omegas offering their services. He tries his best to put in as much as he can, clicking confirm when he’s done. The site buffers for a while, and it’s then that he’s brought to a landing page, informing him that he could now start searching for a companion of his choice.
It’s frankly quite a dizzying experience with the amount of choices that are being presented to him. The site has quite a significant number of omegas offering their companionship, their photos all glossily shot.
For some reason, San decides to make use of the filter to sort by “newest” instead, giving him a glimpse of the newer joiners to the website. There aren’t too many new omegas, but after a bit of scrolling, San pauses at one of the photos, the one whose first impression has managed to catch his attention.
Jung Wooyoung is the name of the omega in question, and after San does a quick skim of his profile, he learns a few things. Wooyoung is the same age as him, and he’s still quite new to this business. His daytime job is a freelance writer, so San thinks the commission he could get from this companionship business might help supplement him.
Wooyoung is - if San were to be so frank - very easy on the eyes. His profile picture of choice is of him sitting upright, staring straight in the camera, clad in a soft wool cardigan with a dipping neckline. As San scrolls through the other pictures he feels his cheeks redden as some of the photos are well, of Wooyoung lying in bed propping his chin against his hand. His eyes also for lack of a better word, are giving bedroom gaze.
San’s eyes dart up and down the profile for a moment. If it were any other situation he might have texted one of his close friends to get a second opinion, but he’s still feeling a bit of embarrassment over being on a rut companionship arrangement website. Oh well. He would have to go with his gut then. Part of him wonders if this site could face the risk of harboring catfish, but the site FAQ had said stringent processes were put in place to ensure quality.
His cursor darts over the confirm button momentarily, and before he has the chance to retract his decision, San clicks on the request button, before he leans down to bury his face in his arms, groans muffled. He’s still in a hazy state of disbelief that he’s just done that.
San looks up again, staring at his screen and at the photograph of Wooyoung. Perhaps he might not get a reply, looking at how attractive Wooyoung was, he thinks Wooyoung just might have a long line of eligible alphas to choose from. He then looks over at the calendar on his desk, before opening up his bio app which tracks his ruts. He frowns - his next rut would be coming sooner than later, likely also because with the end of his peak period at work, his body was noticeably more relaxed now.
San sighs, before switching his monitor off for the night. He’ll worry about the logistics of it all when the time comes.
San nearly falls off his chair at work when he gets an email notification the following day from the rut companionship website.
You have one (1) unread message, is what it says, and it’s enough to send him into a complete doozy. He’s quite relieved that he doesn’t have any major upcoming deadlines, the bulk of his time now only being spent on projecting the schedule for the next publication cycle.
He glances around the office, most of his co-workers either buried in their work or doing a decent job of feigning being busy. Suddenly overcome with the feeling of self-consciousness, San carefully gets up from his chair, before shuffling his way into the pantry to avoid being noticed. He hides in the corner, covered by the wall by the coffee machine as he unlocks his phone to open the email.
There’s a message preview in the email, and when he sees who the message is from, he nearly loses his grip of his phone from his hands.
Wooyoung has replied to him. Wooyoung has actually replied to him. Holy shit, San thinks as he slowly runs his hand through his hair. The question now remained if he was going to open the message on company wi-fi, or wait another grueling few hours until he clocked off from work and was at home.
Just as he’s about to try to open the message, though, there’s a sharp jab to his shoulder and he very nearly causes a ruckus in the middle of the pantry.
“What are you up to, hyung?” Jongho says, making no effort to conceal the fact that he was trying to glance over San’s shoulder.
“N-Nothing, Jongho-ya,” San splutters. “Hey, don’t you have work to do?” he asks somewhat accusingly, narrowing his eyes at Jongho.
“I’m almost done,” Jongho says with a lazy stretch of his arms. “I want to know what you are doing, hiding around in the pantry. Hope you’re not doing anything I wouldn’t do,” he hums.
San huffs. “No, I’m not.”
“So what’s got you so worked up? Did the boss send you some ridiculous deadline?” Jongho asks, brows furrowed.
“No, none of that,” San says, waving Jongho off and clearly reluctant to give him the full story.
“What are you trying to hide from me, hyung?” Jongho asks, darting around San, who tries to keep Jongho from seeing his phone.
“Nothing, Jongho-ya,” San hisses. “Keep your voice down.”
“Your secrets are always safe with me, hyung,” Jongho says, now looking more like he was doing the strangest dance in the pantry. But San ends up being no match for his ever quick reflexes, and eventually he loses his phone to Jongho.
“What’s this - oho, hyung, so you did end up going through with it after all,” Jongho says, wiggling his eyebrows rather salaciously for a work afternoon.
“Course I did,” San grits his teeth. “Not going back on my word.”
“Good for you, hyung,” Jongho nods slowly. “So - you got a pic? Of the lucky omega who’ll be your companion,” he murmurs, handing San’s phone back to him.
San rolls his eyes, and he ends up opening the email in his browser, where Jongho gets a much better look of both the direct message conversation and an eyeful of Wooyoung. “Whoa, he’s cute,” Jongho says, nodding in approval. “You picked well. Are you going to reply his message?”
“After work, obviously,” San mumbles. “I’m not doing it on company wi-fi,” he says, locking his phone and tucking it away.
“Don’t leave him hanging too long, hyung,” Jongho pats San gently on the back. “Hope it goes well for you,” he nudges San in the arm with a smirk, before he leaves San alone in the pantry.
San rocks on his feet, fingers uneasily fidgeting in his pockets. He still doesn’t know what he’s just signed himself up for, and all he can hope now is that things could be at the very least, boringly smooth.
That very night in the safety of his room, San has bunched his knees to his chest as he stares at his monitor, Wooyoung’s message in front of him awaiting a response. It’s a simple message, and Wooyoung is ever polite, asking San to introduce himself.
San has done a lot of self-introductions for his work, but for some reason this just might feel like the most difficult one he’s done in his life. He’s actually pondering carefully over what he should say, feeling anxious over making a good first impression. As much as the whole thing appeared to have a transactional undertone, he doesn’t want to come across as worse, a kind of creep.
He stares at the blinking cursor awaiting him to fill the text box for a moment, until he starts to type. He begins with a polite hello with a simple smiley face, because he still wants to appear friendly. Then he tells Wooyoung about himself, about his day job and his hobbies. Just as he’s about to hit send, he hears some shuffling noises behind him.
“Byeolie,” San coos, looking lovingly at his cat which had jumped onto his bed, kneading biscuits in the soft dark blue sheets with her paws. She looks at him nonchalantly, before making herself comfortable in the middle of the bed. He gets an idea, looking through his photo gallery and selecting a good picture of Byeol to upload, also telling Wooyoung that he was Byeol’s full-time cat butler.
San leans back in his chair, letting out a slightly relieved exhale over being finally able to reply to Wooyoung properly. He’s about to log out and close the tab, when he gets a rapid fire reply.
Jung Wooyoung
cute cat
what’s their name?
Choi San
oh, hello, wooyoung-ssi.
her name is byeol
Jung Wooyoung
so i guess she’s the center of your universe? haha
For some inexplicable reason, Wooyoung’s most recent message makes San’s heart feel like it’s hiccuped. He can’t resist the smile that forms on his face, and he tells Wooyoung yes, she very much is. San is quite tempted to pat himself on the back for being able to break the ice, and he turns around to scoot his chair over to Byeol, patting her on the head affectionately as he praises her for being such a cutie. Byeol still looks unfazed, but she soon leans into the touch.
Jung Wooyoung
will i get to meet this superstar soon?
San feels something catch in his throat - recalling the very reason why this entire interaction began in the first place. He leans over to check the calendar on his desk again, holding up his phone where he’s opened his bio app. Wooyoung was also pretty much asking when he would need to come over, to accompany San through his rut.
Which, if all things aligned, would actually be in a matter of days, rather than within the next week that was his previous projection. San purses his lips, before typing a quick reply to Wooyoung giving him an estimate of his upcoming rut. His rut usually could be three to five days, but San gives Wooyoung the five day benchmark, more so unsure what to expect since he would be spending it in the company of an omega after a very long time.
Right. He also realizes that he needs to tell Wooyoung that he hasn’t spent his rut with an omega present for a long while now, which would be important information since there would be a good chance of things being unpredictable. Namely how he would behave around Wooyoung.
Wooyoung doesn’t seem too fazed by that revelation, however. He makes some joke about getting a two for one deal since he could see Byeol, and that eases San’s nerves a little. At the very least he had a pretty good sensing that Wooyoung was quite a good conversationalist, so once he sees Wooyoung in person, things shouldn’t be too awkward.
San decides to wrap up the conversation, knowing that there was an awaiting to-do list for him to prepare for his rut, and wanting to get a good night’s rest before the delirious haze of the rut could overwhelm everything else. He makes a mental note to write down all the things he needed to do, especially the matter of the guest room where Wooyoung could use in between to rest. There were sheets to wash, pillows to dust, and he should do a proper cleanup of the apartment. Wooyoung sends him a good night message along with his contact number for ease of communication and the green dot indicating his online status soon changes to a gray dot.
San goes to sleep that night putting on some mindfulness music, attempting to calm the rising tide of his nerves. Byeol curls up closely to him, and soon, he’s fast asleep.
The day that San expects Wooyoung to come over, he does a quick run through of his to-do list. He’s of course already gotten his leave approved. Jongho, being the little shit he was, had peered at the schedule and sent him an annoying copypasta message with plenty of peach and water droplet emojis. San is half tempted to block him - but he decides to put Jongho on mute for the duration of his rut. He goes to check the guest room first, making sure that the guest bed was made. The sheets smell immaculate of fabric softener and detergent, and San’s even gone ahead to put an air freshener to make things even more comfortable to Wooyoung. One might argue that San may be overdoing things, but he’s been brought up to have perfect manners.
He then checks the other rooms of the apartment, to make sure that everything is clean. San also has stocked the fridge with both fresh ingredients and ready meals, in the event they had the energy to prepare something. They also needed to eat, anyway.
Technically, today marks day 1 of San’s rut, but usually his ruts were a bit more of a gradual slow burn affair rather than a headfirst dive into a hormonally induced frenzy. He’s considered a bit of an anomaly in alpha circles, but his doctor had assured him that it was normal. The main consolation that this gave, was that in all the many occasions where he’d spent his ruts alone, it didn’t feel too torturous.
As for the matter of Byeol, he’s dropped her off at his friend Yeosang’s house. When his expression betrayed that he wasn’t spending this particular rut alone, Yeosang had given him a knowing smile, winking at him many more times than usual, to San’s embarrassment. He’d texted Wooyoung an apology, saying that he couldn’t meet Byeol this time.
His heart does that little hiccuping thing again, however, when Wooyoung asks about a possibility of a next time. But he wills himself to calm down, reminding himself what this entire arrangement was about in the first place.
After he’s satisfied with his thorough inspection of the apartment, San goes to plop himself on his couch. He wonders what he should do, checking the time on his phone. Wooyoung should be arriving quite soon. He wonders if he should put on mood music in the background, or do something, anything. San taps his fingers on the arm of the couch, spacing out momentarily until he hears the doorbell ring. He freezes, before peeling himself off of the couch and walking to the security screen. San taps once on the power button, and outside, waiting to be let in is Wooyoung.
San takes in a deep breath before he opens the door slowly. He’s hit with a whiff of what smells like caramel and sugar. Sweet, he thinks absently, and he can feel his alpha instincts gently start to stir.
“Hi,” Wooyoung says, smiling brightly. “I uh, got something for you too,” Wooyoung says somewhat sheepishly as he hands San a paper bag. He checks the contents, noticing a bunch of different natural ingredients and supplements to boost his energy.
“I can, uh, make a special soup to help if you ever get too tired,” Wooyoung scratches behind his ear, and San starts to feel as though his feet have been caught in quicksand.
“T-thank you, Wooyoung-ssi,” San says with a slight bow as he takes the bag, gesturing awkwardly for Wooyoung to come in. Wooyoung smiles slightly as he shirks his shoes off outside, before entering the apartment.
“You have a very nice place, San-ssi,” Wooyoung remarks, taking a slow glance around the apartment.
“Thanks,” San mumbles, extending a hand as he offers to take Wooyoung’s things from him. “Um, I kind of set up a room for you, if you need the space,” San leads Wooyoung to the guest room.
He doesn’t expect Wooyoung to look so surprised. Then, it clicks for him - Wooyoung must have automatically assumed that he would be sharing San’s room for the few days he was here.
“I don’t want to impose too much on you, considering it’s all quite new for you too,” San quickly blurts out in clarification, and Wooyoung’s confused expression eases into a warm smile.
“Ah, no, San-ssi, please don’t think that way. I’m here to help as best as I can, after all,” Wooyoung says. “But I’m very thankful that you’re so considerate. I’ve heard stories from people who do similar things, and well… they’re not all great. So thanks, for making this as comfortable as possible for me too,” Wooyoung smiles, eyes crinkling.
I’m here to help, is all what San’s mind latches on to. He keeps reminding himself, despite his quickly betraying mind and stirring alpha instincts, that this is but an arrangement.
“I’ll give you a house tour?” San asks, the corner of his lips curling upward as he extends a hand, gesturing for Wooyoung to follow him. He’d need to know where the bathrooms were, where everything was kept. It’s best for San to do this now, especially since his rut hasn’t fully hit yet and he was still sufficiently lucid, able to maintain proper coherent conversation.
That first evening, to San’s great surprise, Wooyoung offers to cook dinner for the both of them. He makes a traditional bean paste stew with oysters in the mix, and San almost gets emotional over how delicious it tastes. He makes this known to Wooyoung as they sit across from each other at the table.
“It’s nice to cook for more than one person,” Wooyoung remarks casually as he ladles out more stew into his bowl. “I usually don’t know what to do with so many leftovers.”
San nods, quietly listening to him speak. He thinks that Wooyoung has a very pleasant cadence to his voice, that it’s disarming. That might change in a matter of days, he thinks crudely, knowing that his alpha rut-stricken brain would have more basal, carnal thoughts about it.
Wooyoung also remarks how he’s never seen an alpha whose rut is as drawn out as San’s. But San is quick to warn him that once it properly hits, it could get unpredictable. Wooyoung doesn’t seem too fazed by it, assuring San once again.
San isn’t going to deny that he’s still anxious about it, and he makes a resolution within himself that as far as possible, Wooyoung would only end up doing little during these few days.
As they wash up after dinner, San shows Wooyoung pictures and videos of Byeol, watching how the omega cooed over his cat.
It’s nice, this oddly domestic-adjacent feeling, San thinks while he puts the dishes away. He’ll savor it, while he can.
On the second day, San’s rut decides to hit him squarely in the gut, and he’s unable to get out of bed, squirming in the sheets. Beads of sweat accumulate in his hair, and it’s not at all a pleasant feeling. He’s not sure if it’s because his system can detect the presence of an omega in the house, that everything feels like it’s catching fire, that he can feel the searing burn in his system.
“San-ssi?” He can hear Wooyoung’s voice outside. Fuck, San thinks between the cramping pain. Wooyoung must be worried about him.
“S-Sorry, Wooyoung-ssi,” San grits his teeth, fingers digging hard into his blanket. “It’s not a good time.”
“Has - has it started?” Wooyoung asks, voice suddenly smaller. San knows - and he can smell Wooyoung’s caramel and sugar scent, thick behind his room door. He digs his face further into the sheets, willing himself to not just leap out of bed and grab Wooyoung.
“Yeah - shit,” San winces, feeling himself go very hard in his sweatpants.
“Oh - okay,” Wooyoung whispers. “Would you like me to come in?”
No, please do not, is what the small remnant of San’s reason says. His alpha, however, is chanting a relentless chorus of yesyesyesneedneedneed.
“Uh,” San blurts. “Maybe later?” His voice nearly comes out as a squeak, and San can smell the worry in Wooyoung’s scent.
“All - alright then, San-ssi,” Wooyoung says. San hopes that Wooyoung doesn’t feel too deflated about it, that he appears to be pushing him away like this.
But San thinks, as he wages war within himself, that he really, really wants to drag this out.
That doesn’t last too long, however. After he’s not sure for how long, he lets out a low, feral growl which, though he’s clawing at his sheets, is loud enough for anyone within the apartment to hear. Not long after that, there’s a faint knocking on the door.
“San-ssi,” Wooyoung murmurs from behind the door. “I know that you really, really want to be considerate, but this really isn’t the time. I would like to come in and help, because I’m quite sure you need it,” he says, clearly trying to persuade San.
The last bit of San’s resolve snaps like a frayed thread after hearing the mere sound of Wooyoung’s voice. “Fuck, fine,” San growls, nails dragging down the sheets. “Come in.”
Wooyoung gently pushes the door open, and he gulps at the sight of San before him. He can smell San too, scent like the clearing of a forest glade. “San-ssi,” he whispers soothingly as he boldly takes a seat next to San on the bed. “I’m here.”
“Guh,” San groans, the scent of Wooyoung alone overwhelming him.
“What can I do for you?” Wooyoung says, running a hand over San’s hair, mildly damp with sweat.
San bites back the urge to tug Wooyoung down, and he hastily runs over the possibilities before he finally says, pushing away the covers so Wooyoung can hear him - “touch me. Fuck, just touch me.” He kicks away the covers, and Wooyoung lets out an audible gasp when he sees San’s cock straining in his sweatpants. He carefully tugs the waistband down, and he realizes that San hadn’t been wearing any underwear.
Wooyoung swallows, wrapping his fingers around San’s cock, the skin reddening. It’s damp with precome already, and Wooyoung uses it to slick the way as he slides his hand up and down the length. San starts to move his hips, fucking into Wooyoung’s hand. The sight for Wooyoung is dizzying, while San moans, the sound low in his throat. In the grand scheme of things, this isn’t enough - is far from enough, but at least it would dull the ache a little.
With a few more tugs and intentional strokes, San comes with a broken moan, spilling into Wooyoung’s hand. Wooyoung can also feel himself becoming wet in his shorts, and he’s reaching into his shorts to touch himself as he strokes San off, biting down hard on his lip as he comes too, folds pulsing against his fingers.
“Fuck,” San swears, watching Wooyoung come apart before him.
They sit apart, catching their breaths as they look at each other.
“Was that - was that okay?” Wooyoung asks after a moment, wiping his hand on the corner of the old t-shirt that he’d changed into. He’d brought along some old clothes with him, knowing that by the time all was said and done they’d be too filthy to keep.
“Y-yeah,” San manages to say. “Ah, fuck,” he curses, tightening his grip into the sheets. Wooyoung looks up, and he sees San going hard again. He scoots closer to San, leaning down so that he’s resting on his stomach.
“Let - let me,” Wooyoung murmurs, one hand curling around San’s cock as he lowers his head to wrap his lips around the tip. After a few tentative licks, feeling San twitch as his tongue darts around, hot and wet, Wooyoung picks up his pace, while San watches transfixed as Wooyoung’s head bobs up and down. His lips smack loudly as he sucks San off, and the sound makes San feel like static is running through his veins.
“S-shit, Wooyoung,” San curses, hand instinctively curling into Wooyoung’s hair, as he labors to not grip too tightly. “Yeah, yeah, fuck, like that - you’re so good at - ah, fuck -” he grunts as Wooyoung’s eyes flutter, focused solely on pleasuring San with his mouth.
Wooyoung moans, the sound sending vibrations through San’s skin, when San comes, spurting white into Wooyoung’s awaiting mouth. San tries to pull Wooyoung away, but Wooyoung has his hands now wrapped around the back of San’s raised knees.
“Fuck,” San pants as he watches Wooyoung slowly pull off from his cock, licking slowly around in his mouth. He looks quite the wrecked sight now, hair messed up from where San had been pulling, and his lips slightly swollen and stained with San’s come. “Come up here,” San growls, voice guttural. The sounds makes Wooyoung feel like there’s a fluttering in his stomach as he crawls up to meet San in the middle. Their lips meet in a rough first kiss, all instinct, not so much feeling. Wooyoung moans into the kiss, and San wonders in his early rut-laden brain if this is something Wooyoung likes.
“Let me,” San reaches out to touch the waistband of Wooyoung’s shorts, as though he’s waiting for Wooyoung to allow him to proceed. Wooyoung’s eyes widen at how seemingly restrained San could be, all things considered at this moment. He helps San to tug down his own shorts, kicking it off the bed.
San runs his fingers over Wooyoung’s wet folds, rubbing up and down, eyes dark as he looks at Wooyoung, who’s biting down hard on his lower lip. “You can be as loud as you want, baby,” San murmurs, the alpha taking over in this moment. Wooyoung clenches his eyes shut as he lets out a soft whimper, rolling his hips against San’s thick fingers. He curses under his breath when San places his damp fingers to his mouth, tasting Wooyoung on him. “Sweet,” he murmurs, before putting his fingers back on Wooyoung.
After rubbing at Wooyoung’s folds for a while, he slowly slides his two fingers inside, fucking Wooyoung with his fingers. “Fuck, baby,” San mutters under his breath. “So wet for me.” His eyes are fixed on Wooyoung’s cunt, fingers wet with his slick, sliding in and out.
“Aahn,” Wooyoung moans brokenly when he feels San curl his fingers inside him. “Fuck, alpha, fuck -”
San speeds up his movement, the sound of Wooyoung’s swelling cunt wetter and filthier. He curls his hand so that his thumb can rub against Wooyoung’s clit, and Wooyoung throws his head back at the touch, tingling all over from sensitivity.
“Gonna come?” San leans closer to Wooyoung, mouth resting against Wooyoung’s cheek. “You gonna come for me, pretty omega?”
“S-shit,” Wooyoung shudders at San’s words, and he clenches hard around San’s fingers as he comes, coating San’s fingers with wetness. Feeling the strain, he falls back down onto the bed as San pulls his fingers out, putting it into his mouth to taste Wooyoung again. San rubs at Wooyoung’s knee, taking in the sight of Wooyoung with his spread legs lying in front of him, cunt dripping wet onto the sheets.
Wooyoung actually laughs, flinging his arm over his face. The unexpected sound actually confuses San for a moment, briefly breaking him from the haze of his rut. “What - what’s wrong?” San asks, still massaging at Wooyoung’s knee.
“Never met an alpha like you,” Wooyoung murmurs as he rests his hand behind his head, propping himself up a little. “So determined and eager to please.”
San licks at his lips, warming at the praise. “Fair trade, isn’t it,” he murmurs, and Wooyoung giggles. He then pushes himself up from the mattress, leaning into San and curling his hand around San’s slowly hardening cock.
They only know how much time has passed when San wakes up at some random timing, in between all the touching and getting each other off with their hands; when he sees it’s dark outside.
Wooyoung has seemingly dozed off, and San is half tempted to start touching him, but he gently taps Wooyoung awake. Wooyoung slowly opens his eyes, smiling up at San.
“Hands or mouth?” Wooyoung says with a dragged out yawn.
San smirks wickedly, tugging Wooyoung up.
It must be the next day already, because San feels his body heating up more than it was yesterday, and his mind is now even more of a frantic mess.
Wooyoung is still lying naked in his bed, busy with checking something on his phone, legs spread apart. San licks his lips, and it doesn’t take long for him to lean down to press his body onto the sheets as he rests between Wooyoung’s legs. “Wha-” Wooyoung mutters, putting aside his phone when he feels something hot and wet sliding against his pussy. “Mmh,” he moans softly, head lolling backward as he feels San’s tongue draw circles around his clit. Wooyoung takes a good look at San beneath him, head between his legs as he gets Wooyoung off with his tongue.
It’s all rather strange, Wooyoung thinks. San is nothing like any anecdotal alpha. Rather than channeling his energy into shoving Wooyoung down onto the bed, he seems more to be the type to get pleasure from actually pleasuring his partner.
Fuck, Wooyoung thinks as he bites down on his fingers while San licks slow, deliberately dragged out stripes between his folds. He’s so fucking lucky. He’s not sure how all the stars seemed to have aligned, for him to end up being paired with an alpha that’s the likes of freaking Choi San. It’s almost confusing to determine who’s the one experiencing rut or heat. He distantly thinks, as he rolls his hips against San’s skilled tongue, that he should be the one leaving San the five star review on that damn website.
From where he is, Wooyoung can see San grinding his hips against the bed while he eats him out. San pulls away for a moment, a long wet stripe pulling from his tongue. It’s so hot to Wooyoung, seeing that distinct alpha expression of dominance in San’s face, yet rather than looming over Wooyoung he appears more than content to be eating his pussy.
“Mornin’,” San drones, looking up at Wooyoung with hungry eyes.
Good fucking morning indeed, Wooyoung thinks as he curls a hand into San’s hair, while San goes back to eating him out. San alternates between rubbing at Wooyoung’s clit, and licking up and down his cunt. Wooyoung tightens his grip in the sheets, body curling upward from the mattress as San drags his tongue along Wooyoung’s pulsing warmth.
San then starts to fuck into him with his tongue, and Wooyoung feels an electric heat behind his eyes as he shuts them tight as he loses his senses in the feeling of San’s skilled mouth on him.
Shit, Wooyoung thinks as he lets out a particularly loud moan, making San hum in pleasure against his cunt. His mind is now starting to enter rather risky territory.
He wants to keep feeling like this. For maybe forever, if that’s even remotely possible.
And he doesn’t know when their time runs out here, when San’s rut breaks, what he’s going to do. He’s starting to be certain that he will never, ever meet an alpha like Choi San ever again. There was only one San.
But then again, San had only applied for the site in the first place purely because he wanted help and company during his rut. That’s all the site was, Wooyoung thinks.
His omega whispers desperate pleas of wanting to keep the alpha, wanting even more of his alpha. He realizes with a mix of dread and desire, that he truly wants all of this particular alpha. His omega would not have any other. And that realization was pretty fucking frightening.
Wooyoung realizes that eventually, San needs to know. It’s only been a few days, but he’s never felt his omega desire something like this so strongly before. Everything else seems to have faded away, and all his brain is supplying him is wantwantalphawantwant.
“C’mon, Wooyoung-ah,” San lifts his face, tongue darting out to taste Wooyoung on his lips. “Let go,” San murmurs, tongue darting out again as he feels Wooyoung’s dripping cunt pulsing.
“S-San-ah,” Wooyoung cries out. “Alpha, please,” he pleads, as San grinds down his cock against the sheets, and he’s coming too with a guttural groan of Wooyoung’s name.
Wooyoung thinks as his breathing starts to even out, as he starts to float back down, his name has never been said so prettily. And he feels his chest clench when he realizes while he lazily threads his fingers through San’s hair - that he selfishly wants more.
San isn’t sure whether it’s early in the morning or evening when they stir awake again. He has Wooyoung asleep in his arms, and he’s not sure where to put his hands. So he settles for settling his arms on either side of himself as he watches Wooyoung.
So pretty, San thinks. He feels himself getting hard again as he takes in the sight of Wooyoung. Up close, he can see the curl of his eyelashes, and the slow rise and fall of his chest. Wooyoung must have felt him move, because soon he’s stirring awake too, stretching in San’s arms.
“Hey,” San murmurs as Wooyoung leans into his touch. Just as San stretches his hands downward to touch at the damp spot between Wooyoung’s legs, he feels a firm grip to his wrist. “Mm? Is something wrong, Wooyoung-ah?”
Wooyoung feels his chest ache at the way San is calling his name. He believes that the rut’s already had its effects on his brain, that all this will only last the duration that it’s meant to, and soon it will fade.
So Wooyoung wonders, perhaps now is his time to just be a little bit selfish. And he also knows that in order for the rut to truly break, there is only one way.
“San-ah,” Wooyoung murmurs, pushing his weight up so that he’s leaning over San. “Don’t you want to put it inside me?”
“Whuh?” San blurts, looking confused and hazy all at once.
“Your cock, San-ah. Don’t you want to?” Wooyoung asks, tracing lines lazily over San’s bare chest, feeling the toned muscles beneath his fingertips.
San chokes at that, and his face is visibly red, sweat beading on his forehead. “Um. Oh. Uh.”
“San-ah,” Wooyoung says all sweetly, batting his eyelashes and delighting in the way he could feel San’s cock twitch against his skin. “I’m asking you very nicely to please put your cock inside me, because I think I might go crazy if you don’t.”
San visibly swallows. “Wooyoung-ah…” He can feel his already limited restraint slowly slipping out of his grasp, and it also doesn’t help that Wooyoung is looking at him with uninhibited intention and desire.
Wooyoung rolls his hips against San just once. “Please, alpha,” he murmurs. “I want you. All of it.”
And that’s all San needs to hear before he’s gripping Wooyoung by both wrists, flipping him over on the bed. Wooyoung never breaks his gaze away from him, letting San hold him down on the bed.
San leans down, but just before their lips meet, he whispers, “Wait, but I should get a -”
“I’m fine, San-ah,” Wooyoung murmurs. “I’m on a blocker, so you’re good to go.” He rolls his hips against San again, drawing out a sharp hiss from San when he feels wetness rub against his hard cock. San leans in, nipping Wooyoung’s lower lip between his teeth in a searing kiss. Wooyoung moans, going pliant beneath San’s hold. They continue to kiss breathlessly for a while, skin against skin, warmth meeting warmth.
San reaches a hand down, tracing the lines of Wooyoung’s chest, the faint line of his abs, and then sliding between Wooyoung’s legs to feel at the wetness at the junction of his inner thighs. “San-ah,” Wooyoung whispers his name like a soft plea against his lips. “Please.” San slides his fingers up and down the folds, but it doesn’t take too long for him to slide two, then three fingers inside Wooyoung, who arches at the touch with an audible, pleading moan. There’s the wet squelching sound of San’s fingers fucking him open, and Wooyoung leans aside to moan against San’s shoulder.
“Please,” Wooyoung mewls. “Just - put it in, fuck, I need -”
San cuts his pleas off with another kiss, before he whispers against his lips, “just a little bit more, baby, let me do this -” as he works his fingers deftly in and out of Wooyoung’s swelling cunt. Wooyoung arches into the touch, moving his hips in time with San’s fingers.
“You ready?” San murmurs against the line of Wooyoung’s jaw, and he feels Wooyoung nod enthusiastically against him, soft whimpering noises falling from his lips.
“Alright, alright, baby, I got you,” San assures Wooyoung with a gentle kiss to his cheek as he adjusts his position on the bed, the tip of his cock teasing at Wooyoung’s entrance. Wooyoung feels it, and continues to roll desperately against him, wanting San to hurry up. San chuckles lowly, before he enters Wooyoung easily, having worked him up enough.
“Mm, baby, you feel so good, so tight-” San’s teeth graze along the side of Wooyoung’s face. He doesn’t move for a while, as though waiting for Wooyoung to get used to the stretch, the feel of his cock inside him.
“Mmh, San-ah,” Wooyoung whimpers. “I need you to move-” his words are cut off when San slides out, before thrusting in wetly again.
“Fuck,” San curses softly, feeling the way Wooyoung’s walls clenched around his cock. After a few more slower thrusts, he starts to move his hips faster, thrusting more quickly in and out of Wooyoung’s hole. He loosens the grip of his hands around Wooyoung, allowing Wooyoung to wrap his hands around his shoulders, nails lightly digging into the skin of his back.
“San-ah, San-ah, oh fuck, yeah, keep doing that, pleasepleaseplease,” Wooyoung cries out, tilting his head backward on the pillow as San fucks into him.
San grunts, thrusting relentlessly into Wooyoung. It feels so good - too good. His alpha senses are about to tip into overdrive, Wooyoung’s sugary scent clouding his reason. Wooyoung feels so good, too, as though his body was made to fit San’s. And all San’s alpha brain is thinking of now is just to claim, and claim and claim. He only has but a smidgen of judgment left that stops him from letting his knot form, because he knows that Wooyoung must consent to the bond, and he knows enough that it’s a bit too soon for that.
“So good for me, baby,” San murmurs as he leaves kisses and sucks marks into the bare patches of Wooyoung’s skin that he could reach. “Such a pretty omega, so perfect for me,” he whispers, swallowing Wooyoung’s moans between thrusts. There’s something about the closeness of their bodies now, the mutual point of no return for them. Part of San fears the after - the possibility of no Wooyoung. But the alpha in him protests, telling him to take, to claim, to mark Wooyoung for himself.
“Alpha, alpha,” Wooyoung whimpers, calling to San pleadingly. He clenches around San, San hissing when he feels the irresistible tightness wrap around his cock.
“I’m gonna - shit, you’re gonna make me come, my pretty omega, so good for me, so fucking perfect -” San groans, words coming out unevenly as his cock starts to pulse within Wooyoung, spilling inside him. Wooyoung lets out a drawn out moan when he feels San fill him up. The omega in him pleads a chorus of matematemateclaimclaimclaim though San’s knot has not manifested. But maybe Wooyoung can pretend at this moment that San wants him, wants to claim him for his own, to make him his mate properly. And it’s that thought, the temptation of San breeding him that sends Wooyoung too over the edge, coming with a loud cry of San’s name, cunt throbbing with slick.
“Baby,” San whispers, feeling Wooyoung’s slick drip down his length. “Such a good omega, so good for me.” And San feels his breath catch when he hears Wooyoung murmur, “want you, alpha, want it to take -” before Wooyoung goes pliant in his arms, body stilling in his hold.
Fuck, San thinks as his head starts to clear in a new way that hadn’t been as visible compared to the days before. Wooyoung’s words were clear to him, what he wanted. But San still doubts, as he feels Wooyoung’s hair tickle below his chin as he leans into his touch. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, the cresting pleasure washing over them which made Wooyoung say such a thing.
As both their heartbeats begin to calm, San remembers that tomorrow would be the end of his rut. He’s already starting to feel his symptoms ease.
And now, one of his greatest fears has started to manifest, to his horror.
Perhaps, perhaps he doesn’t want to let Wooyoung out of his sight just yet. He swallows, arms gently resting on Wooyoung who nuzzles against his chest, falling fast asleep.
San knows that his rut has pretty much broken when he next regains consciousness, feeling the ache of his body. He thinks he’s lost count over how many times they’ve had sex now, how many times he’s come already.
The other thing which becomes startingly obvious to him is the lack of warmth next to him in his bed. San feels that dreaded feeling in his throat, wondering if Wooyoung has figured out that his rut has broken since he’s managed to fuck Wooyoung properly. For a moment, he thinks about the possibility that Wooyoung has left, but the alpha in him calms when he can still smell the thick scent of caramel and sugar amidst his own.
He pushes himself out of bed, wrinkling his nose when he sees the sight of the sheets, stained and wet with their fluids. San knows that he’s got his laundry cut out for him, but for now the next instinct which kicks in in the post-rut clarity is the primal hunger.
Yeah, San thinks he probably needs proper food. The both of them do. He picks up his clothes from the ground, haphazardly sliding on his shirt and sweatpants. And the moment San pushes open the door, he feels like the air has been punched from his lungs.
Wooyoung is there, in his kitchen. San can pick up a whiff of the various herbs which make up a tonic soup, which would help the both of them recuperate their energy, having depleted it over the past hours and days.
“Hey,” San says uneasily, feeling a little less confident than usual. He bridges some of the distance between them, but something in him doesn’t want to go too close.
“Oh, you’re up,” Wooyoung says with a slight smile as he takes the ladle to scoop out some soup. “Just take a seat, the soup’s just about done,” he says distractedly. San does as he’s told, taking a seat at the dining table.
Wooyoung sets down a steaming bowl of soup with a spoon inside, before he takes his own portion and moving to sit beside San. “How are you feeling?” Wooyoung asks after they’ve both had some sips of the soup.
“Uh, better, thank you, Wooyoung-ssi,” San says, chewing on one of the roots. Wooyoung gives him a curious look, as though he wants to say something, but is holding back.
“That’s good, San-ssi,” Wooyoung says, and San doesn’t know if he’s overreading into Wooyoung’s tone, that he’s sounding more clipped than normal.
“Are you - are you feeling okay? I’m not sure if I put you through too much,” San says sheepishly, rubbing his hands on his sweatpants.
Wooyoung looks at him with a noticeably strained smile. “I’m fine, San-ssi. Really. It’s what I’m here for, to help you.”
San swallows, the dread making his throat feel dry though he’s had copious amounts of soup. That word again, he thinks. To help.
The alpha within San stirs again. He feels the primal need claw in his chest, that want for more, amped up especially since their time was running out.
Wooyoung then gets up from his seat, turning away from San while he’s clutching his bowl in his hand. “You can leave it in the sink when you’re done, I’ll clean up, and then I’ll get my things and -”
“Wooyoung-ah,” San says, wrapping his hand slowly around Wooyoung’s wrist, and that makes Wooyoung freeze in place.
“Yes?” Wooyoung asks, voice uneven.
“This might sound quite insane, but - I don’t want you to go,” he whispers, voice crackly.
Wooyoung slowly turns in his hold, and San can see that his eyes are going damp. “I know it’s all very soon,” he starts, “and this is new for you. It’s new for me too. But I think I’ve never been so certain about something in my life before. I don’t think I can imagine my life without you in it.”
Wooyoung’s throat bobs, but he doesn’t open his mouth to speak just yet.
“I know this might be selfish of me, but something in me wants to plead with you, to delete your account from that damn website. Heck, I’d do the same too. Because I don’t think I can picture spending my time with anyone else alone,” San says, mouth curling up slightly.
Wooyoung sniffs, but his stiff expression has begun to thaw.
“Maybe someday, not right now - but one day, I would really like to make you mine - but if you would only be willing to have me of course,” San admits, laughing wetly. “Gosh, I’m such a mess. No one’s made me feel this way. I honestly never expected to feel something close to this ever again.”
That makes Wooyoung chuckle softly as he swipes weakly at San’s shoulder. “Such a sap, you know that?”
But San presses on, determined to let Wooyoung understand where he stood. “I completely understand if you need more time, but I want you to know this at least for now, that I want to do this properly-”
“San-ah,” Wooyoung whispers, placing a finger to San’s lips, setting his bowl back down with his other hand. “Shut up, and come up here and kiss me, you utter fool of an alpha,” he laughs wetly, and soon, San’s giving him the softest wide eyed expression before he gets up to suit the action to the word.
It’s a soft, gentle kiss, and San thinks that this might be their true first kiss for the both of them.
When they pull away, San doesn’t even try to hide how goofily he’s smiling, how this omega has him coming undone. “Wooyoung-ah,” San says, tenderness in his words. “I know we’ve done things a little bit out of order, but I wanted to ask if you’d have dinner with me sometime.”
“Like a date?” Wooyoung giggles, wrapping his arms around San’s waist.
“Yes, like a proper, honest to goodness date. Wine and dine the heck out of you,” San says, eyes glistening with happiness.
“Okay, Choi San,” Wooyoung nods firmly with a smile. “I’ll go on a date with you. And more,” he murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of San’s lips.
San pulls away, taking in the sight of this beautiful being before him, before he leans in to kiss Wooyoung again, smiling widely as he does.
“So,” San says after they’ve finally broken apart to catch their breath. “Are you going to delete your account?” There’s only the slightest hint of possessiveness in his voice as he asks Wooyoung.
Wooyoung chuckles at the alpha in front of him, the alpha who just might stand a very high chance of becoming his. His mate. “Yes,” Wooyoung says, tapping on San’s nose. “When you do it, I’ll do it too.”
San laughs heartily. “Alright. It’s on,” he nods, letting Wooyoung lean in to kiss him again.
As they continue to kiss, letting themselves bask in the newness of everything, of rediscovered affection, San finds himself in a most excellent mood. Sure, he knows that Jongho would never let him hear the end of it once he found out, and that San owes him a meal. But he thinks cheerfully, that heck, maybe he’ll bring Wooyoung along with him when they had that meal. All for the fun of it. And it would be fun to also make Jongho cringe in his seat while they engage in PDA in front of him.
(It’s a bit far-fetched as well, but San thinks he’s certain who’s going to be the best man at his future wedding. Hopefully sooner than much later.)
And to think that all this could have been possible, thanks to a little push from his nosy friend and co-worker. San has never felt more grateful.