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It was an unusually high bounty.
Ordinarily when there was such a high sum being offered, there was an explanation to be found somewhere in the description, even if it wasn’t spelled out as such. A mention of an especially important person being robbed or humiliated, a particularly long laundry list of crimes, or someone who posed a threat to the government.
This bounty had contained none of that. It contained very little information in general. A name, a rough age and description, and a grainy picture of a man in a cowboy hat taken from a distance at night.
Not very helpful.
Fortunately, Yunho was one of the best in the business. He’d been doing this for almost ten years now and he had contacts all over the city, ranging from high-ranking officials to the managers of seedy underground bars, and everyone in-between. He prided himself on being able to go anywhere and blend in, camouflaging himself as one of them.
Even though he wasn’t really one of anyone.
This time he’d gotten a tip from a guy who was involved with an underground fighting ring who knew someone who knew someone who knew something. Yunho had gotten a direction and a description. He’d set off immediately.
He wasn’t especially familiar with this part of the city, but he knew it well enough to get by, after a bit of research. And Yunho wasn’t considered one of the best for nothing. He had the experience, the wits, and the sharp Alpha senses to make him extremely capable at what he did. In this area of the city, most people moved furtively, trying not to get caught out, and Yunho tried to blend in with the locals who were going about their business as he walked the streets casually, but with a purpose. Many of them were likely on the run from debt collectors or bounty hunters themselves. There was a wet market beneath haphazardly hung tarpaulins and canvasses in the alleyway between two tall buildings where some people were gathering, but from what Yunho knew, he didn’t think he’d find his target there. Instead, his eye caught on a rooftop with a rusty fire escape staircase that it looked like residents were using for balconies and as an extra entryway to the apartment building. It had an unobstructed view over what looked like the busiest intersection in the area, connecting two parts of the city via a bridge that acted as a bottleneck for traffic. If his information was correct, his mark would have to come through here, and Yunho would be ready.
He swiftly climbed the stairs to the abandoned rooftop and then found a rusty old barrel to sit on as he looked out over the city below. The clouds above him seemed to be thickening, and as Yunho looked up, drops of rain started falling from above. It always rained in this godforsaken city. It was the kind of soft drizzle that felt like nothing but soaked you through in minutes, and he hugged his worn jean jacket closer to his body, trying to keep himself as dry and warm as he could. Stakeouts were never comfortable, though, and the rain always found a way to seep in through to your bones eventually. He pulled his hood over his head too, even though it restricted his field of vision a little and then pushed the button on his visor to activate the overlay.
Soft green lettering appeared on top of his surroundings with pertinent information such as street names, points of interest, the weather conditions and so on. He fiddled with the buttons some more until he could set up the magnifying window in the corner and then settled in for the evening. He’d brought a thermos of coffee and some dried fish to keep his energy up. There was no way to know how long he’d have to be here but if it was days, he’d have to go for a supply run at some point and hope he didn’t miss his chance.
Usually though, Yunho was lucky. Usually, he was at the right place at the right time.
Three hours later, his luck proved itself once again.
Yunho often started zoning out a little on stakeouts. Or, perhaps zoning out wasn’t the right phrase. It was almost like a meditative state, where he scanned faces and movements so automatically that he was barely conscious of it. It flowed through him like a river. Unfortunately, it could sometimes be difficult to rouse himself from that state, even if he spotted his target.
Song Mingi
He lost a few precious seconds coming back to the moment, but quickly focused on the man making his way through the now dwindling crowds on the street. The man had his hat pulled down low over his face, but Yunho was sure it was the same man as in the picture. Not just because of the hat and the leather duster he was wearing, but because of his stature. He was tall, almost as tall as Yunho, and Yunho knew from experience how hard it was to try and hide that in a crowd, and how easily you stood out. There was no way to truly make yourself smaller, and although the man seemed to be striving to keep a low profile, he didn’t seem like he was trying to make less of himself at all. He stood tall for the most part, though his gait was odd. At first Yunho thought it was because he was trying to be inconspicuous and failing at it, but the more he watched, the more curious Yunho got. He quickly stowed his thermos back in his pocket and stuffed the last of his dried fish along with it, before dashing off down the stairs. He kept an eye on his target as he descended, making sure that he wasn’t seen as he made his way down.
The man didn’t seem concerned about being followed and hardly seemed aware of his surroundings at all, as he bumped into an older woman selling wooden carvings on the street. Yunho watched as the tall man apologised and bent down to help her pick up the figurines she’d dropped as they collided. Now that he was closer, Yunho could see his face better, and he studied it for a moment. His features were striking and bold. Sharp eyes and strong cheekbones, along with a soft, full mouth. He was very handsome. A shame to hide such a face underneath his hat, really.
Song set off again after apologising again to the woman, and Yunho knelt down next to some men playing a game of cards on the street underneath a rain cover, watching him pass by without notice. Then it was simply the old familiar game of following the man until he got to a place where Yunho could take him down without too much fuss or collateral damage.
There was something wrong, though.
For some reason Yunho’s brain didn’t put two and two together until Song partially collapsed against a wall after turning down a narrow alley. His breathing was heavy, Yunho could see his shoulders heaving with it, and one of his hands was gripping the brick wall tightly. Every footstep echoed with a splatter of rainwater in the empty alleyway, lit only by a few faded neon signs and the reflection in the puddles of the streetlights from the main street.
It wasn’t so much the smell, but the overwhelming instinct to do something that really made Yunho cognisant of the situation. Song was stumbling slowly down the alley until he reached a door, one hand reaching out for the handle and turning it, and Yunho was running before his brain caught up to his legs. He caught the man just as his legs were giving out, hand barely holding onto the handle of the door that seemed to be locked.
The Omega startled in Yunho’s arms and immediately started struggling. Although he was clearly weakened, he was so strong that it was still a challenge for Yunho to keep hold of him.
“What are you doing?” Song hissed at him. “Let me go!”
“What are you doing?” Yunho shot back, trying to rein in some of his instincts. It was almost impossible now though, with the Omega so close to him. The bounty had never stated that the target was an Omega. The thought had never so much as crossed Yunho’s mind. He was almost ashamed of himself for not having noticed it until so late. “You’re clearly about to go into heat. Why are you out here alone?”
“I’m fine,” Song said, and Yunho allowed him to regain his balance and get back on his feet. “Just go.” It was a command, and some part of Yunho bristled against it. Song’s voice was low and gravelly. Yunho licked his lips.
“Are you sure—”
“I’m fine!” he repeated, pulling a key from his pocket and starting to unlock the door. “Leave me alone.”
Yunho watched him unlock the door and open it, and he started to feel almost desperate to keep him from leaving. “Song Mingi, I am here to apprehend you in the name of—”
Faster than he thought possible, Song had pulled out a shotgun hidden somewhere in his long leather duster and aimed it at him. Yunho really should have expected this. Usually, he would have expected this.
“If you want to keep your head attached to your body, I suggest you leave,” Song said, the words bitten out through gritted teeth like each one was painful. He smelled divine. Yunho’s mouth was starting to water, his eyes tracing the line of Mingi’s throat to his shoulder instead of looking at the gun. Mingi’s eyes were reminiscent of a feral animal, cornered and wounded and dangerous, as he looked at Yunho over the barrel of the gun.
Then his legs seemed to give out again, and he gasped, the gun falling to the ground with a clatter. Yunho lunged inside after him to try and catch him, and the door closed behind him with a rusty squeal. He at least managed to make sure Mingi didn’t hit his head on anything as he fell, though he didn’t manage to prevent him from crumpling mostly to the ground. The Omega’s breathing was ragged, chest heaving, and Yunho could see droplets of sweat on his forehead now, his hat having fallen off his head. He had the strange urge to reach his hand up and brush the hair from Mingi’s face, so he did.
Mingi’s eyes opened, and he gripped Yunho’s wrist with strong fingers, fire in his eyes.
“I’ll kill you if you don’t leave, now.”
“Hush now,” Yunho replied, helping Mingi to sit up on the floor, leaning against the wall next to the door. He was weakened still, though his grip on Yunho’s wrist held strong. “You need me. I can’t leave you.” He swallowed. Mingi looked fevered, cheeks flushed a colour close to the soft pink in his short hair, and eyes a little unfocused. That leather duster was probably very warm.
“I don’t—” Mingi groaned, pulling his knees up to his chest. “I don’t fucking need you.”
“What is this place?” Yunho looked around. The entryway was barely large enough to contain the two of them, with stairs leading up behind them and a door to Yunho’s right. “Is this a safe place for you to go through your heat? Do you have anyone to help you?”
“I don’t need—”
“Answer the question please,” Yunho interrupted him.
“This—it’s abandoned. Nobody comes here. There’s a—a basement where I have some supplies. I’ve crashed there a few times.”
Yunho just looked at him and waited.
Mingi seemed to be trying to out-stubborn him for a moment, before relenting. “There’s…” he trailed off and looked away. “There’s nobody.” It was impossible to tell whether he was blushing or if it was just the flush of his heat, but Yunho smiled a little.
“Good boy,” he said, and then put an arm around Mingi, preparing to lift him to his feet. “C’mon, I’ll take you to your little hideout.”
“Weren’t you going to hand me in or something?” Mingi asked a little sullenly, surprisingly going along with Yunho as he brought him back to standing and opened the door on their right, which led to an empty room that might have been a living room or perhaps an office kitchen once.
Yunho considered that for a moment. Really, his base reaction was to reject the thought outright. Why should he? He didn’t really need the money that badly, and it wasn’t like there had been any horrendous crimes on Mingi’s sheet. Even though the bounty was high, it wasn’t high enough to override the previously dormant protective instincts the Omega had awakened in him. And Yunho knew, he knew that it was some bullshit hormonal thing, and he might even regret it in the morning, but this also was not his first time meeting an Omega about to go into heat. The other time had been uncomfortable, certainly. He’d felt the effects; he wasn’t immune by any means, but he’d just escorted the Omega home to his family and left him there.
This time, this time his whole body felt overwhelmed with it, the scent, the sounds, the tantalising warmth of the body he was holding. He wanted to taste him, wanted to rescue him, wanted to keep him safe and make sure he never had to worry about anything ever again, and certainly not about going through a heat alone. It was an unfamiliar feeling to him. Yunho had been alone since his parents had been killed. He had never really gotten close to anyone since then. He didn’t have any other family, and he hadn’t made any friends that went past being just acquaintances in close to a decade. He hadn’t cared about anyone other than himself in a long time.
It simply didn’t feel like a question. He was going to take care of Mingi from now on, as he was supposed to.
“I won’t turn you in, sweetheart. Don’t worry about that,” Yunho soothed his Omega. “Which way is it?”
Mingi beckoned to another door that led to a stairwell down into the basement. His breathing was still ragged, and he rested a lot of his weight on Yunho as they made their way down the stairs to yet another door. The room at the bottom of the stairs was sparse, but there were now five doors between them and the outside world, and there were no windows on the walls, so it felt fairly safe. There was only the one way out, though, so if someone found them, they would be cornered. At least Mingi’s scent shouldn’t carry from here, and if he was right about the place being abandoned then the risk should be minimal. There were some blankets on the ground and a cardboard box containing some non-perishable food and water bottles in one corner. It wasn’t much.
“Here you go, darling,” Yunho said as he helped Mingi to sit down on the blankets. He immediately slumped against the wall, but he was watching Yunho warily still. Yunho wasn’t sure why he kept using those terms for the Omega. ‘Sweetheart.’ ‘Darling.’ It wasn’t something he was used to doing or had done with others before. Somehow, it just felt right, like it was how Mingi deserved to be treated.
Mingi looked like he was bracing himself for something. Yunho was sure Mingi had more weapons stashed on his body other than the shotgun he’d dropped earlier. His jacket was falling off one of his shoulders, revealing the black shirt underneath. He drew his long legs up to his chest again, expression pained.
Yunho knelt down, taking off his visor and pulling off his gloves and tossing them both to the side before cupping Mingi’s cheek, encouraging him to meet his gaze. “Do you want me to leave?” He didn’t really want to — he wasn’t sure whether he could — but he also knew he had to ask. He wasn’t that kind of Alpha. Mingi’s scent was starting to intensify exponentially with every moment, and Yunho wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep himself under control before it became too much. Breathing through his mouth just made it water, and the buzzing need underneath his skin was getting almost impossible to ignore.
“I—” Mingi let out a choked-out groan, banging his head against the wall behind himself. “Fuck, just—” His nostrils flared, and there was a wild expression on his face. He looked like a man at war with himself. Yunho dropped his hand and leaned back a little, trying to give Mingi space to think.
That seemed to be the wrong — or right — move, since as soon as he did, Mingi was surging forward after him, hand going to the back of Yunho’s head and pulling him in for a kiss. Mingi’s mouth was hot and wet, and he kept making these needy sounds in the back of his throat that went straight to Yunho’s dick, turning him almost feral with want. Mingi’s lips tasted sweet like nectar, and Yunho chased the flavour with his tongue, running it along Mingi’s bottom lip. His hands gripped Mingi, one on his waist and the other on his shoulder, gently guiding the Omega down to the floor without breaking the kiss.
“Wait, wait,” Mingi said, pushing on Yunho’s chest. His lips were even redder now, and Yunho couldn’t stop staring at them. His teeth ached. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if Mingi asked him to leave now. Mingi looked a little bit wild, like his heat had almost taken over, but there was still a hint of wariness in his expression. “I don’t even know your name…”
Yunho chuckled, body relaxing again. He leaned down, teeth grazing against Mingi’s earlobe before whispering, “Yunho. My name is Yunho.” There was an answering shiver and a sigh from Mingi, his hands coming up around Yunho’s neck. He was pulled down for another kiss, and he indulged himself by licking into Mingi’s mouth, trying to coax more of those keening sounds from him. His plush mouth was soft and fitted against Yunho’s so perfectly. He pulled on Mingi’s lower lip with his teeth before slotting one thigh in between his, teasingly, allowing the Omega to rut up against him.
Yunho wanted nothing more than to get his teeth and tongue on Mingi’s skin. They were still wearing entirely too much clothing, their thick, protective outer layers making movement difficult. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought that he would like to take his time, to slowly push Mingi to the brink, take him apart bit by bit and then gently put him back together again. He hoped he would get the opportunity to do that — later because right now he could smell how wet the Omega was.
“C’mon,” he said, pulling Mingi up to a seated position by the lapels of his coat, before pushing his thick leather duster down his shoulders. It took some restraint from Yunho not to just rip it off when it got caught at Mingi’s wrist, but for now he still had the presence of mind to keep himself in check. He didn’t have to give in to all his most base instincts. He left Mingi to manage for a few moments while he threw off his own jacket and hoodie. Then he felt like it had been far too long since his hands had been on the other man, so he descended on him again, covering his mouth with a kiss while his hands pulled at clothes, buttons surely flying off somewhere, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Buttons were easy to mend.
Finally, his hands were on bare skin, as he pulled Mingi’s undershirt up and off, fingers brushing the muscled expanse of his torso with the movement, returning immediately after throwing the clothing aside. He was so warm, soft skin radiant like the sun, dewy with sweat that Yunho wanted to lick away with his tongue. He buried his nose in Mingi’s throat, inhaling deeply, letting the scent fill his lungs until the tips of his fingers were tingling. Mingi tugged at Yunho’s shirt with a demanding “off,” that Yunho obeyed with a smile. He immediately returned to Mingi’s throat and licked a long, wet stripe, savouring the taste of skin and the shiver it produced from Mingi. His nose travelled along Mingi’s throat, towards his shoulder, mouth watering a little at the thought of biting down on the muscle there.
Hands on either side of his face pulled him away and back up to look Mingi in the eyes. Even in the haze he currently found himself in, Yunho understood and instead pushed Mingi back down to lie on the blanket, trailing his mouth down the Omega’s throat and to his chest, while his hands got to work on his trousers, unbuttoning the restrictive leather and pushing them open. He took a detour to swirl his tongue around one of Mingi’s nipples, and then doing it again when Mingi trembled at the touch, one hand coming up to tangle in Yunho’s hair. He used his teeth to tug on the hard nub and Mingi gave a deep groan in response, his fingers in Yunho’s hair tightening their grip.
“Sensitive?” Yunho asked with a grin, looking up at Mingi.
“Shut up,” Mingi replied, in between panting breaths, and his glare looked so sweet that Yunho couldn’t resist moving back up to kiss him again. He cupped Mingi’s cheek in one hand as he slotted their mouths together, coaxing him to open up to Yunho’s tongue.
When he broke the kiss again, they were both breathless. Mingi looked absolutely debauched, his mouth red and swollen and his eyes half lidded. “You’re so beautiful,” Yunho said without really meaning to, the words coming out as his eyes caressed Mingi’s face, tracing every contour, curve and angle.
“Shut up,” Mingi said again, looking away as he flushed even redder. His thighs were pressing in on either side of Yunho’s hips. Yunho wanted to make him ask for it, wanted to make him beg. He seemed so close to cracking, to giving in completely to his need, to his instincts. Giving in to his Alpha.
Yunho leaned back again and with some difficulty managed to pull the leather trousers off Mingi’s long legs, pulling his underwear along with them. In the process, he’d had to leave the comfortable nest he’d found between Mingi’s legs, and after tossing the trousers aside, he turned back to the Omega to push his thighs apart again.
The scent of him was overwhelming by now, no leather and cotton to keep it at bay, and Yunho wanted to immediately bury his face between Mingi’s legs and just inhale. His eye caught on Mingi’s very hard dick first and that derailed him, short-circuiting his brain a little.
“You’re so big,” he breathed out, then laughed at himself for the cliché. Though, usually it wasn’t said of Omegas. Usually Omegas were more ‘small’, and ‘dainty’, and ‘cute’. The sight of it made his mouth water, and he reached out with his hand to grip it at the base, before leaning in to lick at the tip. He knew some Omegas didn’t like their cocks being touched too much, so he watched carefully for Mingi’s reaction as he swiped his tongue over the head again.
The groan he got in response went straight to his own dick, uncomfortably hard in his now too-constricting jeans. He ignored it and instead took as much of Mingi’s cock as he could into his mouth and sucked. Even the taste of him here was enough to drive Yunho mad, and he worked Mingi’s cock, tongue pressing along the underside as he moved his head, his own cock aching and straining against tight denim. He couldn’t get enough of the sounds Mingi was making, the soft gasps and sighs, the way his hips were trembling beneath Yunho, the hands back in Yunho’s hair, clinging on to him.
It wasn’t enough, though.
Every instinct in Yunho’s brain and body was telling him to just go for the main prize already. He gave a final swirling suck of the head of Mingi’s dick before pulling back, pleased with himself at how ruined the Omega looked already.
“Ah, fuck,” Mingi cursed breathlessly, his gravelly voice a striking contrast with the soft moans he’d been letting out just moments earlier. His eyes were squeezed shut and he still had one hand in Yunho’s hair, the other gripping the blankets tight in his fist.
Yunho licked his lips and spread Mingi’s solid thighs out even wider, lifting up his knees. He wished he had a pillow or something to prop under the other man’s hips to give him better access, and he was loath to ask him to turn over and lose sight of the beautiful expressions that played across his face at Yunho’s every touch, so he simply made do.
Mingi was beautiful there, too. His hole was pink and soft and inviting, glistening with slick that made Yunho want to bury his face there, between his cheeks. Instead, he reached out with one hand, almost reverently, tracing the outside gently with two fingers, before pushing inside.
Mingi gave way so easily. He was so wet, the slide smooth and easy, Yunho wanted nothing more than to rip his own trousers off and get his dick in there immediately.
But then—
The soft, surprised gasp, the shuddering breath, and the way Mingi’s thighs shook made Yunho reconsider. He twisted his wrist, moving his fingers experimentally, pushing even deeper, rubbing against the plush, velvety softness inside. Mingi seemed to finally be losing the last of the control he’d still held over himself, practically writhing on the blankets beneath Yunho, unable to hold back any of his moans, sounds escaping even as he bit down on his own fist.
Yunho didn’t think of himself as a particularly cruel person. But he didn’t actively search for the spot that would Mingi the most pleasure, instead enjoying the silky smooth glide of his fingers moving in and out of Mingi’s hole, circling teasingly at the rim, coaxing out more sounds from the Omega, watching the way the muscles in his stomach tensed. He added a third finger, just to see if he could, and Mingi’s hole accepted them beautifully, slick and soft and Yunho spread them out inside, watching Mingi’s reactions, finally allowing his fingers to brush against Mingi’s prostate.
“Please—” Mingi gasped out, one hand coming to grip Yunho’s shoulder. “F-fuck, just—please, fuck me, I need it, please.” He was practically babbling, his pupils blown wide as he stared into Yunho’s eyes.
And wasn’t this what he’d wanted?
“Of course, princess,” he said, pulling his fingers out and absently licking at the slick that was running down the back of his hand towards his wrist. “You only had to ask.” The taste of him was like the concentrated power of his scent, magnified exponentially. It made Yunho want to fuck him, claim him, own him and never let him go.
Yunho’s hands were almost trembling as he finally wriggled out of his own trousers, kicking them away, his hard cock finally free. The brief time he spent away from the warmth of Mingi’s body felt like absolute torture, so when he was finished, he lowered himself on top of the Omega and kissed him languidly, and Mingi wrapped his legs around Yunho’s waist, their bodies pressed together almost closely enough to satisfy the Alpha inside him. Almost.
He had to be inside his Omega.
He was so hard it was almost painful, his cock felt like it was throbbing with need, and his knot about to pop in a way it hadn’t done since he was fourteen. He finally, finally had the tip of his cock lined up against Mingi’s wet hole, and he only needed the slightest of pushes before he was sliding inside that velvety perfect warmth. Mingi’s thighs around Yunho’s waist gripped him tighter, and his hands were on Yunho’s sides, fingers digging into his skin, pulling him closer.
Yunho thought he might black out when he was finally fully seated inside the Omega, the tight grip on his cock as close to transcendence as Yunho had ever gotten.
“You okay, darling?” he managed to ask, noticing that Mingi’s grip on his sides was quickly becoming painful.
Mingi just nodded, his lower lip turning white where his teeth were digging into it. “Don’t stop,” he finally said, and Yunho used the opportunity to kiss him again, wet and messy this time. He started moving his hips, pulling out slowly and then thrusting back inside, without breaking the kiss. It was Mingi who turned his face away as he let out a gasp that sounded practically punched out of him. Yunho did it again, quicker this time, and reaped another choked off moan as a reward for his efforts. The slick drag of his cock inside the Omega felt so good that his teeth burned with the need to bite down on—something as he fucked in and out of Mingi, finding a rhythm that produced the most delicious sounds from him. Yunho could feel his knot starting to swell a little already at the base and it was too fast, too soon, he wanted to do this forever, bodies entwined, and cock buried inside his Omega.
“You feel—You’re so—fuck—” Yunho’s words trailed off with a groan, unable to focus on anything else as he fucked into the pure bliss inside Mingi. They were both panting hard now, faces pressed close enough to feel each other’s breaths, bodies pressed even closer. Yunho’s head dropped to nose at Mingi’s throat again, teeth aching with longing. He smelled delicious. He smelled like he should be Yunho’s.
The rhythm of his hips was starting to stutter, and it was getting more and more difficult to push the swell where his knot was starting to form past the rim and inside Mingi again. Yunho knew he should be a good partner and check in on the Omega, see if he was close, ask if he was feeling good, but all he could focus on was how fucking heavenly it felt as he moved in and out of the other man, how close to the edge he was, the pleasure building deep inside him and bringing him to the brink of a precipice he wanted nothing more than to jump out into.
Mingi’s moans were getting louder and more frantic, his hands gripping Yunho tightly and holding him close, like he couldn’t get Yunho deep enough. Yunho’s teeth grazed over the junction of Mingi’s neck again, and the Omega gave a loud keen in response. Yunho took a deep breath, inhaling his Omega’s scent until he was satisfied.
“Alpha,” came the ghost of a whisper from Mingi, and it satisfied some deeply primal part of Yunho. He was cognisant of his mouth on Mingi’s neck, his teeth dangerously close to doing something irreversible, and he had to fight his most base instinct tooth and nail as his teeth and jaw ached. He managed another few thrusts before his knot swelled and he was coming so hard inside Mingi that he almost blacked out, nose still buried at Mingi’s throat and teeth tingling.
Yunho’s arms gave out and he collapsed on top of Mingi, their skin sticking together with sweat and slick and come. He could still feel the warm cradle of Mingi’s thighs around himself, and felt them twitching as he moved, knot catching on Mingi’s rim. His Omega was moaning, his voice low and almost pained. Yunho was so out of it that all he could think of doing was to press a kiss to Mingi’s chest where Yunho’s head was resting, feeling Mingi's every breath. His Omega’s thighs trembled for a few moments longer as they clung to Yunho’s waist, his nails drawing a trail down Yunho’s back. Yunho’s head fell back down to rest on Mingi’s chest. He knew he should try to find a better position for them as the edges of his mind started going hazy. Something more comfortable for his Omega while they waited for his knot to go down. His mind started wandering to what he wanted to do to Mingi once it did and his strength came back. He had to make sure his Omega was satisfied during his heat, or he was a bad Alpha. Yunho tried to lift himself up so his weight wasn’t all resting on Mingi, but his muscles wouldn’t respond to him. His limbs felt like jelly and his mind was quickly fading out of consciousness. He felt Mingi’s hand in his hair, gently running his fingers through it as his breathing returned to normal. The last thing he remembered before he fell asleep was the feeling of Mingi’s other arm wrapping around him, pulling one of the blankets over the two of them.
When he woke up, Yunho was alone.