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I just died in your arms tonight / it must’ve been something you said
Yeonjun gets to smell of walnuts and caramel whenever he meets Taehyun.
Not because Taehyun likes scenting Yeonjun but because it’s his job to meet Yeonjun’s demands—to please the clingy alpha. Yeonjun has memorised every crevice of Taehyun’s body from all the times he’s booked him up, he’s memorised all of his blissful expressions but that’s all he knows.
That’s all he’s allowed to know.
Today, Yeonjun has booked him out of his rut. It’s something that only regulars can do. It’s truly embarrassing to fall for the stardust-eyed sex worker who helps him through his cycles and book him just to sit together. The first time he did it Taehyun was confused about him not wanting anything sexual but he’s slowly grown accustomed to it, accompanying the lonely alpha who’s infatuated with him for check.
But that’s not what Yeonjun came here to do today. He’s simply horny and his Taehyun is the only cure.
“Hi, hyung,” Taehyun opens the room’s door with a dazzling smile, smushing Yeonjun’s heart under a car’s tire.
Yeonjun pulls him by the waist and buries his nose in his neck, inhaling his scent at the core of his gland.
“Woah, you’re not usually this worked up outside of your rut,” Taehyun simply notes as he kneads his fingers through Yeonjun’s hair. Yeonjun backs him up against the wall as he licks fat stripes over his neck. Taehyun’s scent starts to draw out the more he jabs at his gland with his mouth. He tastes like the most delectable breakfast one could ever have. A mix of sweet caramel and walnuts.
“I missed your scent,” and you. Yeonjun murmurs to his face with a pout. Taehyun cups his cheek with one hand and mutters an incomprehensible sweet thing. All Yeonjun’s brain can think of is how he wants to be inside Taehyun at this very moment. Taehyun probably notices because he takes him straight to the bed.
The sequence of events from this moment is usually the same. Taehyun undresses and lets Yeonjun do whatever he pleases to him. It breaks his heart, Taehyun deserves so much more, he could have so much more. But who’s Yeonjun to dictate that? He’s just another lpha in Taehyun’s list of regulars, nothing more.
He’s not any different from the rest even if he treats Taehyun better. He’s still a selfish alpha who thinks with his dick. An alpha who books Taehyun because it’s the only way to see him, to touch him, to speak to him and to bask in his calculated and rehearsed affection.
“ Taehyun, Taehyun, Taehyun ,” Yeonjun slurs, fingers digging into his waist as Taehyun’s figure roams over him. His scent engulfes Yeonjun’s senses with every thrust he takes on his cock.
“Yes, alpha,” Taehyun always replies, alpha just an alpha, not your alpha.
Yeonjun’s eyes tear up because that’s what his eyes decide to do when he’s aroused and wounded.
Taehyun would gladly call Yeonjun his alpha if he asks, it’s happened before. But he doesn’t want it if it’s fake. Well, unless he’s on the verge of orgasming and his brain is too muddled to tell the difference.
As much as Yeonjun would like to deny it, Taehyun’s allure and marble-carved physique often doesn’t grant him a not embarrassing amount of time before he topples over.
He can feel it building up in his stomach, Taehyun’s eyes are peeking at him accompanied by laboured motions of his flexed thighs. Yeonjun doesn’t know which is more worthy of looking at the moment but he wants Taehyun close, he wants to inhale his scent as he comes. So he pulls him by his side on the huge bed.
He hugs Taehyun’s body as he plunges his nose into his scent, his body throbs with the enormity of his desire. He’s not in rut so he doesn’t have to hold back from the urge to bite his neck but he can nibble at it.
Taehyun’s fingers scratch his scalp as he whimpers at the feeling. Yeonjun goes insane whenever Taehyun lets out sounds of pleasures so Yeonjun dislodges himself from Taehyun’s neck, hovers above him so he can fasten his thrusts, sloppy and uncalculated. Chasing a short lasting and unsatisfying relief.
“Alpha, my alpha,” Taehyun moans, lacing his arms around Yeonjun’s neck.
Yeonjun comes embarrassingly fast inside the elastic condom. It feels like a small death, his body must be crushing Taehyun under him from how boneless he went after the crash. He didn't ask Taehyun to say that, is it just him being a servile worker?
He gets off Taehyun and looks into his eyes with his head laying next to him on the pillow, he must’ve come with him judging by the scent in the air and on Yeonjun’s body, their scents coalescing into orange and caramel pancakes. Did he mean it?
Yeonjun just hides his face in Taehyun’s neck until he leaves. Next time he books Taehyun, Taehyun tells him that he has to stop booking him if he wants to hang out outside of work. This one, this feels like a rebirth.