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Sieun feels arms wrap around him, Suho snuggling closer.
“What do you want for breakfast, baby,” Suho asks, words still slurred with sleep.
Humming a little, Sieun thinks. The answer comes to him quick, a craving he’s had since he woke up just a little while ago. He’s been resting for a bit, simply enjoying Suho’s warmth behind him while he ruminates on what he wants to eat.
Sieun hardly ever wakes up thinking about food but ever since the first sliver of consciousness crossed his mind, he’d been fixated on breakfast.
It’s a slow Sunday, the two of them having no plans except grocery shopping later. They usually start days like this with breakfast out– after a lazy morning in– though as often as not, Suho gets the itch to cook.
Sieun’s glad today seems to be a morning that his mate is in the mood to spend time in the kitchen.
“Pancakes,” he replies, sure. “With strawberries. And whipped cream.”
Sieun feels a smile pressed against the back of his neck, Suho pulling him into his body.
“Something sweet, hm?” Suho’s hand drifts down, under his shirt, until he’s resting it against the soft skin of Sieun’s stomach. “As sweet as you?”
“Yeah,” Sieun breathes, arching back into Suho's body. He’s so comfortable, warm and still sated from last night.
Suho shifts, then, urging Sieun onto his back. He leans over him until he can nuzzle into his neck, lips ghosting over his long healed mating bite. He scents Sieun lazily, taking his time.
Something about Sieun's scent hooks into Suho, though he can’t put his finger on why. It’s still his mate– sweet with a hint of spice– but there’s the faintest edge of something else, something irresistible. Suho presses his nose harder into Sieun’s neck, trying to tease it out more, but Sieun urges him up for a kiss and Suho’s hopeless to resist.
They kiss slowly in the morning light, their bedroom doused in shadows from the pulled curtains. Sieun’s so warm, pliant, as Suho kisses him into sleep-mussed sheets. Sieun wraps his arms around Suho’s shoulders, pulling him down over him.
Sieun loves feeling the weight of Suho completely covering him. It quiets something that tends to grow restless in his head.
Still. When Suho moves to lay between his legs, a hand sliding down his thigh with clear intent, Sieun pulls away.
He’s breathing a little hard, looking up at Suho with dark eyes.
“What’s wrong, baby,” Suho asks, relaxing into the cradle of his hips.
Sieun just looks at him, wriggling a little, and if Suho didn't know better, he'd swear it was with impatience. “Pancakes?”
And Suho is confused but always so endeared. He tilts his head, looking down at Sieun. “Now?”
Sieun nods his head, hair messy on his pillow, and Suho huffs out a laugh.
He’s a little incredulous. Sieun never asks for food. Sometimes Suho thinks that Sieun wouldn’t even eat if he didn’t have Suho reminding him, if they didn’t share so many meals together.
So to have Sieun interrupt lazy morning sex with a request for food is definitely out of the ordinary. Suho writes it off, though, figures that they’d worked up an appetite last night.
Suho lets his weight press into Sieun, nibbling at a collar bone while he mumbles, “Whatever my baby wants.”
With a sigh, he gets up a few minutes later.
Sieun stays in bed, though he turns over until he’s on Suho’s side, burying his face in his mate’s pillow with a sigh.
Sleeps threatens to drag him back under. Their bed is so comfortable.
He dozes for awhile, feeling surrounded by Suho’s scent, so completely at peace as he's lulled back under.
It feels like just a minute later that there’s a soft kiss placed on top of his head.
“Breakfast is ready, baby,” Suho whispers and Sieun hears the smile in his voice. “Wake up, sunshine.”
“Don’t call me that,” Sieun grumbles, trying to burrow deeper into the bed.
“Why,” Suho asks. “You brighten up my day, don’t you?”
And Sieun tries to hide his smile in the pillow he’s hugging but he knows that Suho sees it anyway.
“You’re so annoying.”
“Yeah,” Suho agrees easily but not before he’s smacking Sieun’s ass over the covers, laughing at the cute yelp that escapes him. “I’m also hungry. Get up, babe.”
Sieun sighs as he climbs out of bed, a little more dramatic than strictly necessary just to see the way Suho looks at him, eyes bright and fond.
It takes him just a few minutes to wash up and then the two of them are settling down at their small dining table, each with a plate.
Suho has his usual stack of four and Sieun watches as he goes to town with the syrup, fairly drowning his plate, per usual. On Sieun’s own is one fluffy pancake, perfectly golden brown and with the crisp edges he likes so much.
Suho makes them oversized and light as air. Really, it's not surprising that Sieun would have woken up with a craving when his mate's pancakes are his favorite and it's a relaxed weekend. He deserves a sweet treat, Sieun thinks with a pleased smile, eyes unforgivably fond as he watches Suho shove the first bite into his mouth, chewing furiously.
Taking his time to make his own plate, Sieun spoons whipped cream over the pancake carefully, adding sliced strawberries to the top in a vague design. Sieun debates for a moment before reaching for more whipped cream, adding enough until there’s a veritable mountain.
His first bite is more topping than pancake and Sieun hums a little, perfectly satisfied at the sweetness.
The two of them keep up a light conversation, spending most of breakfast brainstorming their grocery list, even though Sieun keeps a running list on his phone.
Making his way through his pancake quickly and methodically, Sieun doesn’t even think about it before he’s standing and up and heading back to the stove, where Suho had made a few extra that are still warm.
Sieun plucks one up and places it on his plate with a little excited hum, already supposing that he might as well use the rest of the strawberries-- there weren't that many left-- when he looks up and sees Suho studying him over the rim of his coffee cup.
“What?”
Suho smiles. His expression is just a hint confused, though the edge is calculating, eyes flicking between meeting his own and down to his refilled plate. “You’re getting seconds?”
Sieun makes an absent noise of agreement as he sits back down and reaches for the whipped cream, getting a nice spoonful to spread over the pancake. He thinks his mouth might actually be salivating in anticipation– that first pancake really was delicious, exactly what he’d woken up craving. Something sweet and light, verging on decadent.
He tips the container of cut strawberries over his pancake until they make a little pile in the middle, takes care as he builds a forkful that has a bit of everything on it.
“These are so good.” Sieun looks up, mouth half full but smiling, eyes warm and bright. Swallowing, he adds, “Thank you, Suho-yah.”
“No need to thank me, pretty.” Suho’s already half out of his seat, grabbing his mug, as he asks, “Want me to make more?”
Suho’s smile is quiet but so fond as he glances behind him to look as Sieun makes his neat way through the second pancake, too.
Again, Suho wonders at his mate showing an appetite in the first time– oh, ever.
He’s so cute like this, Suho can’t help but think– cheeks puffed out, looking so soft and happy in the kitchen, and Suho wishes he could stay in this moment forever.
Sieun had mumbled out a no to the offer to make more pancakes between bites, so Suho heads directly to their coffeemaker, pours himself another cup. So caught up in how adorable his mate looks, he almost overpours, saving himself from a mess at the last moment.
The weather this morning is a little cloudy, the music station that Suho had been playing while cooking still on low volume in the corner, and it’s so peaceful.
Just the two of them and a quiet breakfast. A nice respite to the usual busyness.
Sieun clears his second plate, too, and Suho’s alpha thrills at seeing his mate enjoy a meal so thoroughly– food made and prepared by his own hand, in their home, getting his fill. Sieun’s scent adds to it– light and fresh, so easily content.
Suho’s not expecting Sieun to stand up after just a few minutes, rounding the table and nudging him impatiently, like Suho should just know what he wants.
One hand wrapped loosely around his mug on the table, Suho looks up at Sieun with a grin. “What’s up, babe?”
His grin widens as Sieun rolls his eyes and nudges his shoulder again, almost petulantly this time.
Taking the hint, Suho moves his chair back from the table. Without a word, Sieun climbs into Suho’s lap. Legs on either side, arms wrapped around Suho’s neck.
Sieun’s a warm weight over him and he’s irresistible like this– wearing nothing but a pair of plain black boxer briefs and an oversized t-shirt of Suho’s.
Suho’s hands go to rest on Sieun’s thighs automatically, fingers pressing lightly into soft flesh.
He’s smiling up at Sieun as his mate leans down a little, until they’re sharing a breath. And Sieun’s eyes are dark and pleased as he shifts until he can nose along Suho’s cheek.
“Thank you, alpha,” Sieun says, voice low and achingly soft.
“Anytime, sweetheart.” Suho’s voice matches pitch, the bare hint of a growl in the undertone. Because Sieun never calls him alpha– not outside of heat, not unless he’s trying to rile him up.
Or sometimes, very rarely, when he’s so happy, feeling so safe and warm and content, that it just spills out. Even that is most often in the aftermath of heat, when Sieun’s headspace is still a little too floaty to yank his pretenses back into place.
The thought that Sieun was feeling so much right now makes something in Suho preen, satisfied– that his omega is feeling good, that he feels so utterly comfortable that his defenses have melted into the space between them. It's always such a thrill, seeing all the ways that Sieun lets him in. Even after all these years, it makes Suho's heart skip a beat in pure exhilaration.
Turning his head until their lips meet, Suho smiles as Sieun sighs against his mouth.
The kiss is slow, gentle. Suho catches Sieun’s top lip between his own, huffs out a fond little laugh at the hint of stickiness, an amused exhalation. Tongue slipping out, he teases Sieun’s bottom lip, tastes strawberries and cream– feels the way Sieun shivers against him.
One of Sieun’s hands drifts into Suho’s hair, nails scratching softly along his scalp, and Suho angles his head deeper, kiss turning a little hotter as Sieun starting wriggling in his lap.
They kiss for several minutes, a spun out makeout session, long enough for Suho to lose track of time.
He slips a hand under the hem of Sieun’s– his– shirt, to the warm skin underneath. He sweeps along Sieun’s back just to hear his mate's muted gasp, feel the way he arches a little closer into him.
Breaking away to drag in air, Suho catalogs the vision in front of him. Sieun’s eyes are dark and a little blurred, flush on his cheeks and hair messy. Suho lets one of his hands trail to Sieun’s front, a light finger trailing over the waistband of his underwear just to smell the way Sieun’s scent deepens, spice edging out the sweetness, turning Suho lightheaded with need.
It’s sugar slow in his veins and tempered by just how much he loves this boy, who's always so perfect for him.
He’s so fucking cute, Suho thinks with a grin. One that Sieun echoes guilelessly.
Suho is still smiling as he leans back in, a heavy hand resting along Sieun's throat, Suho's gaze focused on Sieun’s parted mouth– the hint of tongue, pink and slick, behind the pretty glint of teeth.
“Want alpha to take care of you, baby?” And Suho’s voice is a little teasing– wondering how much Sieun will let him get away with. If he’ll roll his eyes at Suho’s line even as he acquiesces, or if he’s a little too far gone to do anything but nod shamelessly.
Satisfaction pools in Suho’s gut at the quick confirmation that it’s the latter, his mate ducking down with a little pleading noise, something soft and low in his throat, as he closes the distance between them to kiss Suho again.
“Please,” Sieun mumbles against his mouth. And really, who is Suho to deny such a polite request.
Pulling away after another minute, Suho kisses a line along his jaw before he nuzzles into Sieun’s scent gland. It overwhelms him.
Sieun smells so good that Suho swears he he could get drunk from it. It’s so strong that he can taste it on his tongue– sweetness, arousal blooming around them– and Suho licks over Sieun’s claiming bite just to hear the way he whimpers so prettily against his ear, feeling the way Sieun turns completely pliant over him.
Nose buried in his neck, Suho’s hands drift to Sieun’s hips, a brand keeping him close. Suho knows Sieun can smell his own desire, the way it spills out, mixing so well with Sieun’s in a heady mix that drowns everything else out.
Still, even as his mind melts at a hot and willing Sieun over him, Suho notices it again.
There’s something about Sieun’s scent that’s– different.
Not off, because his mate smells as intoxicating as ever. More so, even, which should be impossible.
There’s an edge to Sieun’s scent and it just barely teases his consciousness. But it hooks so deep that it makes Suho dizzy. Something sweet, bright, clean and wholly irresistible. Suho’s head is swimming as he shifts his grip back to Sieun’s thighs, lifting him up in an effortless hold as he stands, heading towards their bedroom.
“My baby’s so needy, isn’t he?” Suho’s voice is teasing, knowing, as he makes his way down the hall, Sieun’s hips shifting restlessly against him. The smell of his slick fills the hall, makes Suho’s mouth water, mouth dropping open like he could really taste it if he just tried hard enough.
As he lays Sieun down in their bed– still sleep-mussed from this morning, from just a little while ago– Suho smiles, eyes dark and so incredibly fond. “Is that it, baby? You just needed breakfast before alpha could play with you?”
Sieun bites his lip, moaning, his legs falling open so that Suho can find his place between them.
And as Suho loves Sieun down into the sheets, he wonders, in the very back of his mind, what that delicious note in Sieun’s scent could possibly be.
Because it doesn’t fill him with alarm– doesn’t smell like sickness or anything harmful.
No, it’s so good, just the bare tease enough to send Suho’s head spinning. It’s a new edge, so faint that he can barely track it, even with his alpha's sense of smell. Something Suho’s never smelled before, but it fills him with something that feels a lot like satisfaction, dialing the heat up to eleven as he strips Sieun out of his pajamas, starts mapping his mate’s body with his mouth.
A puzzle for another day, Suho figures, and loses himself in lazy morning sex, after all.