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"Did the bathwater scald you?" Yeonjun asked, fingers tapping lightly against the armrest of the sofa. His voice was low, warm, but Soobin still startled at the sound of it—as if he hadn't expected anyone to speak at all in this hush of a room.
Soobin stood frozen just outside the bathroom door, the hem of his nightgown damp where it clung to his thighs. The fabric was thin, almost sheer in the soft glow of the oil lamps, and he resisted the urge to tug it lower.
His skin still prickled from the heat of the bath, from the awareness that Yeonjun was watching him, gaze steady and unreadable. "No," he managed. "It was—it was fine."
Yeonjun hummed, leaning forward just enough to rest his elbows on his knees. His wedding suit was still impeccably fitted, the dark fabric smooth against his shoulders, but he’d loosened his collar hours ago.
Soobin had noticed. He noticed everything about Yeonjun, especially now, when every breath felt too loud.
"Come here," Yeonjun said, not a command but an invitation, his palm upturned on the space beside him.
Soobin hesitated.
His bare feet were cold against the floorboards. He could still turn back—could feign exhaustion, could ask for another hour alone. But then Yeonjun’s fingers flexed slightly, waiting, and Soobin crossed the room before he could second-guess himself.
Soobin settled onto the sofa beside him, the cushions dipping under his weight, close enough that the heat of Yeonjun’s body radiated against his arm. He kept his hands folded tightly in his lap, fingers twisting the fabric of his nightgown.
The silence stretched, not uncomfortable, but thick with anticipation, like the air before a summer storm.
Yeonjun didn’t rush.
He tilted his head slightly, studying Soobin’s profile—the way his lashes cast delicate shadows over his cheeks, the nervous flutter of his pulse at his throat.
"You’re trembling," he murmured, reaching out to brush the back of his knuckles against Soobin’s wrist. The touch was feather-light, but Soobin’s breath hitched anyway.
"I’m not," Soobin lied, voice barely above a whisper.
A slow smile curved Yeonjun’s lips. He caught Soobin’s hand gently, turning it palm-up, tracing the lines there with his thumb. "It’s all right," he said. "You’re allowed to be nervous."
Soobin swallowed hard. "I don’t—I don’t know what to do."
"You don’t have to do anything," Yeonjun said, his thumb still stroking slow circles into Soobin’s palm. "Just be here. That’s enough." The words settled between them like a promise, and Soobin exhaled shakily, his shoulders loosening just a fraction.
Yeonjun shifted closer, their knees brushing, and Soobin’s pulse jumped at the contact. The warmth of him was intoxicating—like sunlight after a long winter—and Soobin couldn’t help but lean into it, drawn in despite the nervous flutter in his stomach.
Yeonjun’s free hand came up, fingers hovering just shy of Soobin’s cheekbone, giving him space to pull away if he wanted to. He didn’t.
"May I?" Yeonjun asked, voice low, and Soobin nodded, his breath catching as fingertips finally grazed his skin.
The touch was achingly gentle, tracing the curve of his cheek, the line of his jaw, as if memorizing him.
"You’re beautiful," Yeonjun murmured, and Soobin’s face burned. No one had ever said that to him like this—like it was a secret just for them.
The compliment lodged itself in his throat, leaving him wordless, but Yeonjun didn’t seem to mind. He let his hand drift lower, fingertips skimming the column of Soobin’s neck, pausing just above the lace-edged collar of his nightgown.
The fabric was delicate, slipping slightly off one shoulder, and Yeonjun’s gaze lingered there, dark with something Soobin couldn’t name.
Yeonjun's fingers traced the edge of the lace collar, his touch deliberate, slow—as if he were afraid Soobin might dissolve under his hands. The pad of his thumb brushed the exposed curve of Soobin’s shoulder, and Soobin shivered, his skin pebbling beneath the lightest contact.
"I’ve imagined this," Yeonjun admitted, his voice rougher now, the words barely audible. "How you’d feel." His fingers trailed lower, following the dip of Soobin’s collarbone, and Soobin’s breath stuttered. "But you’re—" He paused, exhaling sharply, as if the thought overwhelmed him. "So much softer than I dreamed."
Soobin couldn’t speak.
The admission curled hot and heavy in his chest, unraveling him. He’d never been touched like this, never been wanted like this—with such reverence, such hunger held carefully in check.
His pulse hammered wildly beneath his skin, and he wondered if Yeonjun could feel it where his fingertips lingered.
Then, with agonizing slowness, Yeonjun leaned in, his breath warm against Soobin’s ear. "Tell me," he murmured, "if you want me to stop."
His lips grazed the shell of Soobin’s ear—just once, fleeting—and Soobin gasped, his fingers clenching instinctively in the fabric of Yeonjun’s sleeve.
He didn’t want him to stop. The realization crashed over him, dizzying in its certainty.
Soobin's fingers tightened in the fabric of Yeonjun's sleeve, his knuckles pressing against the warmth beneath. He didn't pull away—couldn't, even if he'd wanted to—not when Yeonjun's breath was still ghosting over his ear, not when the weight of those words settled into his bones like an oath.
"Tell me," Yeonjun repeated, softer now, his lips brushing the curve of Soobin's jaw.
The words weren't a demand, but an offering—permission to unravel, to want. Soobin swallowed, his throat dry, and nodded again, too breathless to speak.
Yeonjun exhaled, slow and deliberate, before pressing his lips just beneath Soobin's ear—a kiss so light it was almost imagined. But Soobin felt it, the heat of it searing through him, pooling low in his stomach.
His grip on Yeonjun's sleeve tightened further, and Yeonjun chuckled, the sound vibrating against his skin. "You'll tear it," he murmured, but there was no admonishment in his voice, only amusement, fondness.
Soobin loosened his fingers reluctantly, smoothing the rumpled fabric instead. "Sorry," he whispered, though he wasn't, not really—not when Yeonjun was kissing a slow path down his neck, each press of his lips lingering just long enough to leave Soobin aching for more.
Yeonjun paused when he reached the hollow of Soobin's throat, his breath warm against the fluttering pulse there.
"You're so responsive," he murmured, nudging the lace collar aside with his nose. The fabric slipped further, baring more skin, and Soobin shivered as cool air brushed his shoulder. "Every little touch—" Yeonjun's lips grazed the newly exposed skin, and Soobin gasped, his back arching slightly. "—you feel it, don't you?"
Yeonjun pulled back just enough to catch Soobin’s gaze, his fingers still curled lightly around the edge of the nightgown’s collar.
The lamplight flickered in his dark eyes, softening the intensity of his expression, but Soobin could still see the hunger there—banked, restrained, but undeniable.
“We don’t have to do anything,” Yeonjun said, his thumb brushing Soobin’s cheekbone. His voice was rough, but the words themselves were gentle, deliberate. “Not tonight. Not until you’re ready.” He exhaled, his breath warm against Soobin’s lips. “We can just sleep, if that’s what you want.”
Soobin’s chest tightened.
The offer was sincere—he knew that, could feel it in the way Yeonjun’s hands stilled, waiting for his answer. But it wasn’t fear that coiled in his stomach now; it was something hotter, sharper, a restless ache that had his fingers tightening in Yeonjun’s sleeve again.
“I—” Soobin swallowed, his voice wavering. “I don’t want to stop.”
Yeonjun’s gaze darkened, his pupils swallowing the warm brown of his irises. For a heartbeat, he didn’t move, didn’t breathe—as if he were committing the words to memory, as if he hadn’t dared hope for them.
Then, slowly, he leaned in, pressing his forehead against Soobin’s, their breaths mingling.
"I just—" Soobin's voice cracked, his fingers curling tighter into Yeonjun's sleeve, as if anchoring himself. "I need you to go slow."
The admission spilled out, raw and unpolished, his cheeks burning with the vulnerability of it.
"I've never... felt anything like this before." His breath hitched when Yeonjun's thumb stroked his cheekbone again, slow, reverent. "But I want it. I want—" He couldn't finish, the words dissolving into a shaky exhale.
Yeonjun's smile was soft, almost unbearably tender. "I know," he murmured, pressing his lips to Soobin's forehead, lingering there.
"I know." His hands slid down to cradle Soobin's wrists, lifting them gently until Soobin's palms rested against his chest. The steady thrum of Yeonjun's heartbeat pulsed beneath his fingertips, a quiet counterpoint to his own frantic rhythm. "Feel that?" Yeonjun whispered. "You do this to me."
Soobin's breath caught.
The confession unraveled something tight in his chest, and he flexed his fingers against Yeonjun's shirt, tracing the warmth beneath.
The fabric was smooth, expensive, but all he could focus on was the heat of skin just beneath, the way Yeonjun's breath stuttered when Soobin's thumb brushed over a nipple.
A quiet noise escaped Yeonjun's throat, half-laugh, half-moan. "Teasing already?" he murmured, but his voice was rough, his pupils blown wide. He didn't pull away.
Soobin swallowed, emboldened by the reaction. "I—" He hesitated, then dragged his palm down Yeonjun's chest.
Yeonjun's fingers tightened gently around Soobin's wrists, his lips curving into a smile that held both reassurance and something darker, more promising.
"I swear to you," he murmured, his breath warm against Soobin's cheek, "slow as you need." His thumb traced the delicate bones of Soobin's wrist, a silent vow.
Then he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the flushed skin just below Soobin's temple—soft, lingering, as if sealing the promise into his skin.
Soobin's lashes fluttered shut at the contact, his pulse leaping beneath Yeonjun's touch. When he opened his eyes again, Yeonjun was already rising from the sofa, his movements fluid, unhurried.
He extended a hand toward Soobin, palm upturned, fingers slightly curled—an invitation, not a demand. The lamplight caught the gold of his wedding band, glinting softly against his skin.
Soobin stared at that outstretched hand, his throat dry. He knew what it meant. Knew where it would lead. The bed loomed in his periphery, its silk sheets turned down, waiting.
His stomach twisted—not with fear, but with a dizzying anticipation that made his fingertips tremble where they rested against his own thighs.
Yeonjun didn't rush him. His hand remained steady, patient, though Soobin could see the tension in the line of his shoulders, the way his chest rose and fell just a fraction too quickly.
Finally, Soobin lifted his own hand, sliding his fingers into Yeonjun's grasp.
The moment their skin touched, Yeonjun exhaled, a quiet, shuddering breath, as if he'd been holding it for years.
He pulled Soobin to his feet with deliberate care, their bodies close enough that Soobin could feel the heat radiating from Yeonjun's chest, could smell the faint spice of his cologne mingling with the floral scent of his own bath oils.
Yeonjun guided him backward with the same effortless grace he did everything—like Soobin was something precious, something to be handled with infinite care.
The mattress dipped beneath them as Soobin settled onto the sheets, his nightgown pooling around his thighs, the lace collar slipping further off one shoulder. He felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that sent heat prickling up his neck, but Yeonjun’s hands never left his waist, grounding him.
Then Yeonjun was above him, his shadow falling across Soobin’s body, blocking out the soft glow of the oil lamps.
The weight of him was intoxicating—not crushing, but present, real, his knees bracketing Soobin’s hips as he leaned down. Their foreheads touched, and Soobin’s breath hitched at the sudden proximity, at the way Yeonjun’s lashes brushed his cheekbones when he blinked.
"You’re shaking again," Yeonjun murmured, his thumbs stroking slow circles into the dip of Soobin’s waist. The touch burned through the thin fabric of the nightgown, searing into his skin.
Soobin swallowed. "I’m not." The lie was automatic, but Yeonjun only smiled, his nose nudging against Soobin’s as he pressed closer.
"Liar," he whispered, breath warm against Soobin’s lips. The word sent a shiver down Soobin’s spine, and he clutched at Yeonjun’s shoulders, his fingers digging into the taut muscle beneath the fabric.
Yeonjun's fingers trailed lower, skimming the delicate lace hem of Soobin’s nightgown where it bunched against his thighs. The touch was feather-light, barely there—but Soobin stiffened instantly, his breath catching in a way that wasn’t pleasure.
Yeonjun stilled. Then, without a word, he withdrew his hand, settling it back on the familiar curve of Soobin’s waist instead. The heat of his palm soaked through the fabric, grounding.
"What’s wrong?" Yeonjun murmured, tilting his head to catch Soobin’s downcast gaze.
Soobin bit his lip, his fingers twisting into the sheets beneath him. He could lie. Could say it was nothing, could let Yeonjun continue—but the words stuck in his throat, thick with an uncertainty he didn’t know how to voice.
Yeonjun waited.
Then, when the silence stretched too long, he brushed his thumb over the jut of Soobin’s hipbone. "Tell me," he said, softer now.
Soobin's fingers curled tighter into the sheets, the fabric crumpling beneath his grip. "I don't want you to be disappointed," he whispered, the words barely audible above the quiet crackle of the oil lamps.
His gaze flickered away from Yeonjun's, settling instead on the undone buttons at his husband's collar—anywhere but his face.
Yeonjun's thumb stilled against his hipbone. "Disappointed?" he echoed, voice low, careful. "Why would I ever be disappointed?"
The question hung between them, heavy, and Soobin swallowed hard.
His throat felt too tight, his pulse too loud in his own ears. He could feel Yeonjun watching him, could sense the weight of his attention like sunlight pressing against his skin, warm and insistent.
"I'm—" Soobin hesitated, his breath hitching. "I'm not like the others. The omegas you've—" He couldn't finish, his cheeks burning. "I'm not small. Or thin."
The confession spilled out, raw and clumsy, and Soobin squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for—what? Pity? Dismissal? But Yeonjun's hands only tightened around his waist, pulling him closer until their foreheads touched again.
Yeonjun exhaled sharply, as if the words had physically struck him. He cradled Soobin’s face between his palms, forcing their gazes to meet.
"Listen to me," he said, voice rough with something fierce. "You are perfect." The word landed like a vow. "Every curve, every inch of you—" His thumbs brushed the apples of Soobin’s cheeks, smearing the dampness there. "I’ve spent a year memorizing the way your waist dips under my hands, how your thighs feel when they brush mine under banquet tables." His grip gentled, fingertips tracing the shell of Soobin’s ear. "Do you think I’d worship a body I didn’t ache for?"
Soobin’s breath stuttered. The intensity in Yeonjun’s eyes was dizzying—a wildfire contained only by the careful press of his fingertips. "But—"
"No." Yeonjun kissed the protest from his lips, chaste but lingering. "No comparisons. There’s only you." He leaned back just enough to slide a hand beneath the hem of Soobin’s nightgown, his palm skimming up the outer curve of his thigh. The touch was deliberate, reverent. "This," he murmured, fingers flexing against plush flesh, "is everything I want."
A whimper caught in Soobin’s throat. The heat of Yeonjun’s hand burned through him, branding his skin. He arched instinctively into the touch, his nightgown riding higher, exposing the pale stretch of his stomach.
Yeonjun’s breath hitched. "Look at you," he whispered, dragging his palm upward to splay over the softness of Soobin’s belly. His fingers trembled slightly—the first crack in his composure. "Gods, you’re beautiful."
Soobin’s fingers twitched against Yeonjun’s chest, his breath coming too fast. "I’ll, I’ll be better," he whispered, the words cracking at the edges. "I can lose weight, I swear. I’ll be..." His voice faltered, throat working around the word like it was barbed. "...a good husband to you."
Yeonjun went utterly still above him, his fingers tightening almost imperceptibly against Soobin’s hip. The silence stretched, taut as a bowstring, before he exhaled sharply through his nose.
"Who," he said, voice dangerously soft, "has been telling you these stupid things?"
Soobin stiffened, his gaze darting sideways to the rumpled sheets. "No one, I just—"
"Don’t lie to me." Yeonjun caught his chin, tilting his face back up with a gentleness that belied the steel in his tone. His thumb brushed the dampness beneath Soobin’s eye, when had he started crying? "Was it your mother? Your maids?" His jaw clenched. "That venomous cousin of yours who couldn’t keep her eyes off my ring during the ceremony?"
Soobin flinched, and Yeonjun’s expression darkened. He exhaled through his teeth, pressing his forehead hard against Soobin’s.
"Listen to me," he growled, fingers sliding into Soobin’s hair, cradling his skull. "You are my husband. Mine. Not some polished court omega bred for display." His lips brushed Soobin’s cheekbone, hot and insistent. "Do you think I spent a year kneeling at your feet for some idealized version of you?"
Yeonjun’s grip softened, his fingers loosening from Soobin’s hair to cradle his face instead. His thumb swept over the dampness beneath Soobin’s lashes, wiping it away with a tenderness that made Soobin’s chest ache.
“Tell me,” he murmured, voice low but insistent. “Who put these thoughts in your head?”
Soobin swallowed, his throat tight. The words tasted bitter, lodged there for years.
“My mother,” he whispered, fingers twisting in the sheets. “She—she always said I needed to lose weight. That no alpha would want me like this.” His voice fractured, the confession spilling out in jagged pieces. “And when she found out you were courting me, she said... she said I had to be better. Or you’d...” He couldn’t finish, his breath hitching.
Yeonjun went rigid above him, his exhale sharp. “Or I’d what?”
Soobin’s lashes fluttered shut. “Find a mistress,” he breathed, the words barely audible.
For a heartbeat, Yeonjun didn’t move.
Then his hands slid down to frame Soobin’s face, his grip firm but gentle, forcing their gazes to meet. “Look at me,” he said, voice rough. The lamplight caught the fire in his eyes, molten and unwavering. “There will never be anyone else. Not now, not ever.” His thumb brushed Soobin’s bottom lip, silencing the protest before it could form. “Do you understand? You are my husband. My only one.”
Yeonjun’s hands slid down to Soobin’s shoulders, fingers curling into the delicate lace of his nightgown.
He tugged, not harshly, but enough to make the fabric slip further, exposing the soft swell of Soobin’s chest. The cool air made Soobin shiver, but before he could tense, Yeonjun’s mouth was on his collarbone, kissing a slow, deliberate path downward.
“Every inch,” Yeonjun murmured against his skin, his breath hot. “Every freckle.” His lips brushed the curve of Soobin’s breast, and Soobin gasped, fingers flying to Yeonjun’s hair. “Every stretch mark.” He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the soft flesh beneath, and Soobin whimpered, arching into the touch. “Mine.”
Soobin’s pulse hammered wildly, his skin alight wherever Yeonjun’s mouth traveled. He’d never imagined touch could feel like this, like being unraveled and remade, each kiss rewriting the doubts etched into his bones.
Yeonjun’s hands slid beneath him, lifting his hips just enough to peel the nightgown up and over his head.
The fabric pooled on the bed beside them, and Soobin instinctively crossed his arms over his chest, his face burning.
Yeonjun caught his wrists, gently prying them away. “Don’t hide,” he whispered, pressing Soobin’s palms flat against the sheets instead.
His gaze raked over Soobin’s body, slow, deliberate, and Soobin squirmed under the scrutiny, his thighs pressing together.
"We can stop," Yeonjun murmured against the flushed skin of Soobin’s inner thigh, his breath warm where his lips had just been moments before. His fingers traced idle patterns over Soobin’s hip, featherlight, as if testing the give of his flesh. "Any time you want. Just say the word."
Soobin shook his head, fingers twisting into the sheets beneath him. "I don’t.. I don’t want to stop," he admitted, voice cracking. "I just... I don’t know how to be..." His throat closed around the rest, but Yeonjun didn’t need him to finish.
The alpha exhaled softly, pushing himself up on one elbow to meet Soobin’s gaze.
"Then let me show you," he said, his voice rough with something tender and insistent. "Let me show you how pretty you are."
Before Soobin could protest, before he could even process the words, Yeonjun was sliding off the bed, his movements graceful despite the tension coiled in his shoulders.
He stood at the edge of the mattress, bathed in the flickering lamplight, and extended a hand toward Soobin.
"Come here," he said, fingers curling slightly in invitation.
Soobin hesitated, his fingers tightening around Yeonjun’s wrist before he finally let himself be guided off the bed. The marble floor was cool beneath his bare feet, sending a shiver up his spine as he stood, exposed, trembling, clad only in the thin silk of his panties.
The mirror loomed ahead of them, its gilded frame catching the lamplight, and Soobin’s breath hitched when Yeonjun positioned him squarely before it.
"Look," Yeonjun murmured, pressing close behind him, his chest warm against Soobin’s back. His hands settled on Soobin’s waist, thumbs stroking the dip just above his hipbones. "Look at how beautiful you are."
Soobin’s gaze darted away instantly, his cheeks burning.
He couldn’t, wouldn’t, see what Yeonjun saw. The reflection was a stranger, all soft curves and flushed skin, too much and not enough all at once. But Yeonjun’s fingers tightened, insistent, tilting Soobin’s chin up with gentle pressure.
"Look," he repeated, softer now, his lips brushing the shell of Soobin’s ear.
The first glance was fleeting, a flicker of panic before Soobin’s lashes fluttered shut. Yeonjun exhaled, patient, and traced the line of Soobin’s collarbone with his fingertips, mapping the slope of his shoulders.
"Open your eyes," he coaxed, pressing a kiss to the nape of Soobin’s neck. "Please."
When Soobin obeyed, his breath caught.
Yeonjun's hands slid up Soobin's sides, fingertips tracing the swell of his ribs beneath soft skin.
"See this?" he murmured, pressing his lips to Soobin's shoulder as his palms smoothed over the slight curve of his belly. "I love how warm you are here." His thumbs brushed the dip of Soobin's navel, making him shiver. "When you laugh at my terrible jokes during dinner, this part of you trembles just a little. I've watched it for months."
Soobin's breath hitched as Yeonjun's hands traveled higher, skimming the underside of his breasts with agonizing slowness.
The mirror reflected every tremble, every flush of pink spreading across his chest, but Yeonjun didn't let him look away. His fingers curled gently around the fullness of Soobin's chest, thumbs brushing over peaked nipples.
"And these," he breathed, voice gone husky. "Gods, the way they stiffen when I touch you—" He pinched lightly, and Soobin gasped, his knees buckling. Yeonjun caught him with an arm around his waist, pulling him flush against his clothed body. "You taste like honey here, I bet," he murmured against Soobin's ear. "Should I find out?"
Soobin whimpered, his fingers scrabbling against Yeonjun's forearm where it banded across his stomach.
The alpha chuckled but didn't push further, instead turning Soobin slightly to face the mirror fully, his hands sliding down to grip the softness of his thighs.
"These," Yeonjun said, squeezing gently, "are my favorite." His voice dropped, rough with want. "The first time I saw you in riding breeches, I nearly choked on my wine. The way they clung to you..." His fingers dug in, pulling Soobin back against his growing hardness. "I had to leave the hall."
A strangled noise escaped Soobin's throat, his reflection's eyes widening as Yeonjun's hands crept higher, thumbs brushing the lace edge of his panties.
"And here," Yeonjun breathed, fingertips dipping just beneath the silk to trace the crease where thigh met hip. "The softest part of you." His lips found the nape of Soobin's neck, teeth grazing the mating gland there. "I want to bite you here first," he confessed, voice thick. "Leave my mark where no one else can see, unless I let them."
Soobin's knees gave way entirely then, but Yeonjun caught him effortlessly, turning him in his arms to press their foreheads together.
"Still with me?" he murmured, thumbs wiping away the tears Soobin hadn't realized were falling. When Soobin nodded shakily, Yeonjun smiled, that slow, devastating curve of lips that had made nobles swoon at court.
Yeonjun’s lips brushed Soobin’s with the lightness of a question, barely there,testing, waiting. The kiss was soft, so soft it barely qualified as one, just the ghost of warmth against Soobin’s trembling mouth.
Then again, firmer this time, lingering long enough for Soobin to feel the shape of him, the faint taste of honeyed tea and something darker, richer.
Soobin’s hands fluttered uncertainly before settling on Yeonjun’s chest, fingertips pressing into the solid plane of his pectorals. The alpha hummed against his lips, pleased, and Soobin felt the vibration of it travel straight down his spine.
"Like this," Yeonjun murmured, tilting his head just so, slotting their mouths together more fully.
His hands cradled Soobin’s face, thumbs stroking his cheekbones as if memorizing the heat there.
Soobin gasped when Yeonjun’s tongue traced the seam of his lips, the sensation startlingly intimate, wet, hot, foreign. He stiffened instinctively, but Yeonjun didn’t push, just withdrew slightly, breathing uneven against Soobin’s mouth.
"Too much?"
Soobin shook his head, his fingers tightening in the fabric of Yeonjun’s shirt. "No," he whispered, though his breath came uneven. "Just... new." His cheeks burned with the admission, but Yeonjun only smiled, his thumb brushing the corner of Soobin’s swollen lips.
"Everything’s new," he agreed softly. "And everything’s yours to take or leave." His hands slid down to Soobin’s waist, steadying him as he leaned in again, this time pressing their mouths together without the tease of his tongue.
The kiss was slower, deeper, giving Soobin time to relearn the shape of it, the way Yeonjun’s bottom lip caught between his teeth when he pulled back slightly, the way his breath hitched when Soobin tentatively mirrored the pressure.
When Yeonjun finally broke away, his pupils were blown wide, his chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths. "Gods," he murmured, fingertips tracing the flushed curve of Soobin’s cheek. "You’re going to ruin me."
Soobin’s pulse stuttered at the words, at the raw sincerity in Yeonjun’s voice.
Yeonjun guided him backward with a hand at the small of his back, each step measured, until Soobin's calves hit the edge of the mattress. The sheets were cool against his overheated skin as he sank onto them, his pulse hammering where Yeonjun’s fingertips lingered at his waist.
The alpha followed him down, knees bracketing Soobin’s hips, his shadow swallowing the lamplight until all Soobin could see was the dark sweep of his lashes, the parted curve of his lips.
"Still alright?" Yeonjun murmured, his breath warm against Soobin’s cheek.
Soobin nodded, his fingers twisting in the sheets beside his head, not in protest, but to anchor himself as Yeonjun leaned in.
Their mouths met again, slower this time, deeper, Yeonjun’s tongue tracing the seam of Soobin’s lips until he gasped, allowing the slick heat of him inside. The kiss was intoxicating, a slow, molten drag that made Soobin’s toes curl against the silk beneath them.
Yeonjun pulled back only to trail his lips along Soobin’s jaw, down the fluttering column of his throat, each kiss a brand that lingered. When his teeth grazed the scent gland just beneath Soobin’s ear, Soobin jerked, a whimper tearing from his throat.
Yeonjun stilled instantly. "Too much?"
Soobin shook his head, his pulse still rabbiting beneath Yeonjun's lips. "N-no," he managed, fingers twisting in the sheets. "Just... I..." He swallowed, cheeks flushing darker. "There's something I wanted to ask you. For a while now." His voice tapered into a whisper, barely audible over the crackle of the oil lamps. "But it's... embarrassing."
Yeonjun leaned back just enough to meet his gaze, his thumbs stroking the dip of Soobin's waist. "Ask me anything," he murmured, lips curving when Soobin's breath hitched. "Nothing you say could ever make me think less of you."
Soobin's lashes fluttered shut, his throat working around the words. "I feel... wet," he confessed in a rush, the admission searing his tongue. "Down there. And I don't—" His voice cracked. "I don't know what that means."
For a heartbeat, Yeonjun went utterly still above him.
Then his exhale came rough, his fingers tightening ever so slightly against Soobin's hips. When Soobin dared to peek through his lashes, Yeonjun's expression was unreadable, dark, intense, something molten simmering beneath the surface.
"Oh, darling," Yeonjun murmured, his voice thick with something tender and husky all at once. He pressed a kiss to the corner of Soobin's trembling mouth. "That's your body telling me you want this." His hand slid down, fingertips skimming the lace edge of Soobin's panties, making him jerk. "Telling me you're ready for me."
Yeonjun’s fingers stilled against the lace hem of Soobin’s panties, his brow furrowing slightly. “Has no one ever… talked to you about this?” he asked softly, his thumb tracing idle circles over Soobin’s hipbone. “About what happens between alphas and omegas?”
Soobin shook his head, his cheeks burning hotter. “My mother said it was indecent to speak of such things,” he whispered. “The maids only taught me how to dress for presentation, how to—” His voice faltered, fingers twisting in the sheets. “How to be proper.”
Yeonjun exhaled through his nose, something dark flickering behind his gaze before he schooled it back to tenderness.
He leaned down, pressing his forehead to Soobin’s.
“Your body isn’t improper,” he murmured. “When it wants someone, it shows.” His hand slid lower, fingertips brushing the damp silk between Soobin’s thighs, making him jolt. “Omegas get wet,” he explained, voice roughening as Soobin whimpered. “It means your body is ready. That it welcomes touch.”
Soobin’s breath hitched, his hips arching slightly into Yeonjun’s hand without conscious thought. “And alphas?” he breathed, curiosity threading through the embarrassment.
Yeonjun chuckled, low and warm, guiding Soobin’s hand to the front of his trousers where the hard line of his arousal strained against the fabric. “We get hard,” he admitted, shuddering when Soobin’s fingers twitched against him. “It’s how our bodies say we want you.”
Soobin’s fingers twitched against Yeonjun’s arousal, his breath hitching as the realization settled over him like a fever.
The heat beneath his palm was undeniable, solid, straining against the fine fabric of Yeonjun’s trousers, and terrifyingly real.
He swallowed hard, his throat working around the question before it tumbled out in a rush. "Are you..." His voice cracked, high and flustered. "Like this... because of me?"
Yeonjun’s laugh was rough, breathless, his forehead pressing harder against Soobin’s as if to steady himself.
"Who else, sweetheart?" His fingers tightened around Soobin’s wrist, not to pull his hand away, but to press it more firmly against his length, letting him feel the full, unyielding weight of it. "Every damn time you blushed at dinner. Every time your scent sweetened when I touched your waist in public." His hips rolled slightly, involuntarily, into Soobin’s tentative touch. "Months of this. Months of wanting you."
Soobin’s pulse stuttered, his fingers curling reflexively against Yeonjun, drawing a low groan from the alpha’s throat.
The sound was visceral, raw, and it sent a jolt of heat straight to Soobin’s core, his thighs pressing together instinctively.
The slickness between them was impossible to ignore now, the damp silk of his panties clinging uncomfortably, and he squirmed, torn between shame and a strange, gnawing curiosity.
Yeonjun noticed, of course, his nostrils flared slightly, his grip on Soobin’s hip tightening as he exhaled sharply through his nose.
"You’re getting wetter," he murmured, his voice thick with something between awe and hunger. His thumb brushed the lace edge of Soobin’s panties, not pushing beneath, just tracing the border with agonizing slowness. "Does it feel good? Touching me like this?"
Soobin’s breath hitched, his fingers stilling against Yeonjun’s hardness.
"I, I don’t know," he admitted, voice wavering. "It’s... overwhelming." His free hand fluttered to his own chest, pressing against the rapid flutter of his heartbeat as if to calm it. "But I don’t... hate it."
Yeonjun exhaled, slow and deliberate, his fingers loosening around Soobin’s wrist.
He guided Soobin’s hand away from his arousal, threading their fingers together instead and pressing their joined hands against the mattress beside Soobin’s head.
“We don’t have to rush,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of Soobin’s ear. “Tell me what you want. More of this?” His hips rolled once, deliberate, the heat of him grinding against Soobin’s thigh through layers of fabric. “Or something else?”
Soobin’s breath stuttered, his free hand flying to Yeonjun’s shoulder, fingers digging into the taut muscle there.
The friction was dizzying, the pressure against his thigh sending sparks up his spine, but the dampness between his own legs was becoming impossible to ignore.
“I—I don’t know,” he confessed, voice cracking. “It’s too much and not enough all at once.”
Yeonjun stilled instantly, his brow furrowing as he searched Soobin’s face.
“Show me,” he urged softly, shifting his weight to one side so he could trail his fingertips down the trembling plane of Soobin’s stomach. “Where does it feel like too much?” His fingers hovered just above the lace hem of Soobin’s panties, not touching, waiting. “Here?”
Soobin nodded jerkily, his thighs pressing together instinctively, trapping Yeonjun’s hand between them.
The alpha didn’t pull away, just cupped the heat of him through the damp silk, his thumb brushing lightly over the apex of Soobin’s thighs. The touch was featherlight, barely there, but Soobin gasped, his back arching off the bed.
Yeonjun withdrew his hand from between Soobin's thighs with deliberate slowness, his fingertips trailing up the trembling plane of Soobin's stomach like a promise.
"Slow," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the frantic pulse point at Soobin's throat. "We'll go so slow, sweetheart." His palm flattened over Soobin's ribs, thumb brushing the underside of his breast in a teasing arc that made Soobin whimper. "Tell me if it's too much."
Soobin's breath hitched when Yeonjun's fingers finally grazed his nipple, just the barest brush of calloused fingertips over sensitized flesh, yet it sent a jolt straight to his core.
His back arched off the bed, a broken noise escaping his throat as Yeonjun circled the peak with agonizing patience, never quite giving him the pressure he craved.
"Look at you," Yeonjun breathed, his voice gone rough.
He pinched lightly, rolling the stiffened bud between thumb and forefinger, and Soobin cried out, his hands flying to grip Yeonjun's wrist. Not to pull away, but to hold on, his fingers trembling against the alpha's pulse.
"So responsive." Yeonjun leaned down, his lips replacing his fingers, and Soobin nearly sobbed at the wet heat of his mouth closing over his nipple.
The sensation was electric, Yeonjun's tongue flicking over the peak before sucking gently, his teeth grazing just enough to make Soobin thrash beneath him.
Every pull sent waves of heat pooling low in Soobin's belly, his thighs pressing together instinctively, seeking friction against the unbearable ache.
Yeonjun noticed, of course. He always noticed.
His free hand slid down to grip Soobin's hip, holding him still as he switched to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same torturous attention.
"I know," he murmured against Soobin's flushed skin, his breath hot. "I know what you need." His thumb brushed the damp silk of Soobin's panties again, this time applying just enough pressure to make Soobin gasp. "But not yet."
Soobin’s fingers trembled against Yeonjun’s chest, the fine fabric of his shirt suddenly unbearably thick between them.
The contrast of Yeonjun’s clothed body against his own nakedness made his skin prickle with vulnerability, the disparity too stark, too unbalanced.
"Can—" His voice cracked, the words lodging in his throat like thorns. He swallowed hard, his fingers curling into the damp fabric beneath his palms. "Can you take this off too?"
Yeonjun stilled above him, his lips parting slightly in surprise before a slow, molten smile curled his mouth.
"You want me undressed?" His voice dropped, roughening at the edges as his fingers traced the undone buttons of his own shirt. "Just say the word, sweetheart."
Soobin nodded jerkily, his pulse hammering where Yeonjun’s thumb brushed the hollow of his throat.
Yeonjun didn’t need further prompting.
With deliberate slowness, he pushed himself upright, straddling Soobin’s hips as his fingers worked the remaining buttons of his shirt.
The fabric parted inch by inch, revealing the taut planes of his chest, the faint sheen of sweat along his collarbones. Soobin’s breath hitched when Yeonjun shrugged the shirt off entirely, the lamplight catching on the flex of his shoulders as he tossed it aside.
"Better?" Yeonjun murmured, his voice low and warm.
He guided Soobin’s hands to his bare waist, letting him feel the heat of his skin, the subtle tremor beneath his fingertips.
Soobin nodded, his palms skimming upward, tracing the dip of Yeonjun’s ribs with hesitant curiosity. The alpha’s breath stuttered when Soobin’s thumbs brushed over his nipples, his abdomen clenching visibly.
"Like that?" Soobin whispered, emboldened by the reaction. His touch grew firmer, circling the peaks until Yeonjun’s lashes fluttered, his hips rolling involuntarily against Soobin’s thighs.
"Gods, yes," Yeonjun breathed, catching Soobin’s wrists and pressing his palms flat against his chest. "But if you keep doing that, I won’t last." His lips quirked, though his pupils were blown wide with want. "And I have plans for you first."
Yeonjun leaned down, his shadow swallowing Soobin whole as his lips brushed against the omega's parted mouth, not quite a kiss, just the ghost of warmth, a question lingering in the scant space between them.
Soobin’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening reflexively against Yeonjun’s bare waist, and then the alpha closed the distance, sealing their mouths together with a tenderness that made Soobin’s chest ache.
It was different this time, slower, deeper, Yeonjun’s tongue tracing the seam of Soobin’s lips with a patience that bordered on reverence.
When Soobin whimpered, Yeonjun swallowed the sound, his hands cradling Soobin’s face as if he were something fragile, precious.
The kiss tasted of shared honeyed tea and something darker, something uniquely Yeonjun, and Soobin found himself leaning into it, his body arching off the bed without conscious thought.
Yeonjun pulled back just far enough to murmur, "Good?" against Soobin’s swollen lips, his thumbs brushing the damp tracks of tears Soobin hadn’t realized had fallen.
Soobin nodded, dazed, his fingers flexing against Yeonjun’s hips as if to pull him closer still. The alpha chuckled, low and warm, before dipping back in, this time nipping lightly at Soobin’s bottom lip, drawing a startled gasp from him.
"Tell me what you like," Yeonjun murmured between kisses, each one punctuated by the press of his teeth, the soothing swipe of his tongue. His hands slid down to frame Soobin’s ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of his breasts in a teasing rhythm that had Soobin squirming. "Was that too much?"
Soobin shook his head, his voice trembling. "N-no, just..." His words dissolved into a whimper as Yeonjun’s mouth found his throat, his teeth scraping lightly over the fluttering pulse there. "Different," he managed, his hands scrabbling against Yeonjun’s back, nails catching on the taut muscles beneath his skin.
Yeonjun exhaled against Soobin’s throat, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down the omega’s spine.
“Different good?” he murmured, his lips trailing lower, skimming the delicate hollow of Soobin’s collarbone. His hands slid down further, fingertips tracing the dip of Soobin’s waist before settling on his hips, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh there.
Soobin’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening in Yeonjun’s hair. “I—I don’t know,” he admitted, voice trembling. “It’s all so much. I can’t—I can’t think.”
Yeonjun chuckled, the sound vibrating against Soobin’s skin.
“You don’t have to think,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to meet Soobin’s gaze. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, but his touch remained gentle, patient. “Just feel. Tell me what feels good. What doesn’t.” He leaned in again, lips brushing the shell of Soobin’s ear. “I’ll listen.”
Soobin whimpered, his hips arching slightly off the bed as Yeonjun’s mouth returned to his throat, his teeth grazing the scent gland there.
The sensation was electric, sending sparks down his spine, and his thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction against the growing ache.
Yeonjun noticed, of course.
His hand slid down, fingertips skimming the lace edge of Soobin’s panties once more, but this time, he didn’t stop there. His fingers dipped beneath the fabric, tracing the damp heat between Soobin’s thighs with agonizing slowness.
Soobin jolted at the first brush of Yeonjun's fingertips against bare skin, his breath catching in his throat. The sensation was foreign, hot, slick, too much, and his hands flew to Yeonjun’s wrists, fingers tightening instinctively.
But he didn’t pull away. Couldn’t.
"Easy," Yeonjun murmured against his throat, his breath warm. His fingers stilled, pressing gently against the damp curls between Soobin’s thighs without venturing further. "Just breathe."
Soobin obeyed, forcing air into his lungs, his pulse hammering where Yeonjun’s lips lingered. The alpha waited, patient, until Soobin’s grip loosened slightly.
Only then did he move, his fingertips tracing downward with torturous slowness, skimming the flushed, swollen folds without parting them.
The touch was featherlight, barely there, yet Soobin gasped, his back arching off the bed. "Oh—" His voice cracked, high and startled. "That’s... strange."
Yeonjun chuckled, the sound vibrating against Soobin’s skin. "Strange good or strange bad?" His thumb brushed higher, circling the apex of Soobin’s thighs with deliberate gentleness, avoiding the most sensitive flesh just beneath.
Soobin's breath hitched, his thighs trembling where they bracketed Yeonjun's hips.
"I—I don't know," he admitted, his voice wavering. "It's... warm." His fingers twisted in the sheets, the fabric damp with sweat beneath his palms. "And it makes my stomach feel... tight."
Yeonjun hummed, low and approving, his thumb continuing its slow circles.
"That's good," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the frantic pulse at Soobin's throat. "Your body knows what it wants." His fingertip dipped lower, just barely grazing the slick heat between Soobin's folds, drawing a sharp gasp from him. "Even if your mind hasn't caught up yet."
Soobin's hips jerked at the touch, his back arching off the bed instinctively.
The sensation was overwhelming, too much and not enough all at once, and his hands flew to Yeonjun's shoulders, fingers digging into taut muscle.
"Wait—" His voice cracked, high and breathless. "I need—I need a moment."
Yeonjun stilled instantly, his hand withdrawing from Soobin's panties without protest. He leaned back just enough to meet Soobin's gaze, his free hand cradling the omega's flushed cheek.
"Look at me," he murmured, his thumb brushing away a stray tear Soobin hadn't realized had fallen. "We can stop anytime. Just say the word."
Soobin shook his head, his lashes fluttering as he fought to steady his breathing. "I don't want to stop," he whispered. His fingers uncurled from Yeonjun's shoulders, trailing down the alpha's chest instead, tracing the hard planes of his abdomen with tentative curiosity. "I just... need to breathe."
Yeonjun exhaled softly, his breath warm against Soobin’s temple as he nodded. "Breathe," he echoed, his hand smoothing up Soobin’s side in slow, grounding strokes. "As long as you need." His fingertips traced the delicate ridge of Soobin’s ribs, pausing just beneath the swell of his breast, waiting.
Soobin inhaled shakily, his chest rising beneath Yeonjun’s palm.
The alpha’s skin was fever-hot against his own, the contrast dizzying, and he focused on that—the weight of Yeonjun’s hand, the calloused pads of his fingers, the way his thumb brushed absent circles over Soobin’s racing pulse.
"Better?" Yeonjun murmured after a moment, his lips grazing the shell of Soobin’s ear.
Soobin nodded, his fingers flexing against Yeonjun’s waist. "Y-yes." His voice was small, but steadier now. "It’s just... so much."
Yeonjun chuckled, low and fond.
"I know, sweetheart." He pressed a lingering kiss to Soobin’s forehead before pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, but his expression was impossibly tender. "Tell me what you want next. More of this?" His thumb brushed the underside of Soobin’s breast, teasing. "Or something else?"
Soobin buried his face against Yeonjun’s shoulder with a mortified whimper, the heat of his blush scorching his cheeks. The dampness between his thighs felt impossible to ignore now, a tangible, humiliating proof of his body’s betrayal.
"Don’t hide," Yeonjun murmured, fingers sliding into Soobin’s hair to gently coax his face back into view. His thumb brushed the tear tracks on Soobin’s flushed skin. "You’re perfect like this."
Soobin squeezed his eyes shut, his breath hitching. "I..." His voice cracked, the words lodging in his throat before he forced them out in a rush. "I want you to touch me."
Yeonjun went very still. "Where?"
The question hung between them, charged.
Soobin’s pulse rabbited where Yeonjun’s palm still rested against his ribs.
He couldn’t say it, couldn’t possibly voice the request aloud, so instead he guided Yeonjun’s hand downward with trembling fingers, past the lace hem of his panties, pressing the alpha’s fingertips against the slick heat between his thighs.
Yeonjun’s breath hitched as Soobin’s fingers pressed his own against the slick warmth between his thighs, the omega’s trembling touch more intimate than any words.
The alpha stilled completely, his muscles locking tight beneath Soobin’s palms, as if the slightest movement might shatter the fragile moment.
"Here?" Yeonjun murmured, his voice roughened beyond recognition.
His fingertips flexed slightly against Soobin’s damp curls, not pressing further, just letting the omega feel the weight of his hand, the heat of his skin through the soaked silk.
Soobin nodded jerkily, his lashes fluttering shut as Yeonjun’s thumb brushed higher, tracing the swollen folds beneath with agonizing slowness.
The touch was featherlight, barely there, yet it sent sparks skittering up Soobin’s spine, his hips arching off the bed instinctively.
Yeonjun caught the movement with a low groan, his free hand gripping Soobin’s hip to steady him. "Easy," he breathed against Soobin’s parted lips, his thumb circling higher, teasing the apex of Soobin’s thighs with torturous patience. "I’ve got you."
The pad of his thumb brushed over something that made Soobin gasp, his back bowing off the bed as pleasure jolted through him, sharp, bright, unfamiliar.
His fingers flew to Yeonjun’s wrist, not to pull away but to hold on, his nails digging into the alpha’s pulse point as he panted.
Yeonjun’s breath hitched as Soobin’s fingers tightened around his wrist, not pushing him away, but anchoring himself. The omega’s thighs trembled where they bracketed Yeonjun’s hips, his chest rising and falling in shallow, frantic bursts.
"Was that..." Soobin’s voice cracked, high and breathless. His lashes fluttered open, revealing eyes glassy with overwhelmed wonder. "Is that supposed to happen?"
Yeonjun exhaled a ragged laugh, his thumb still circling that same sensitive spot with maddening lightness.
"Yes," he murmured, leaning down to brush his lips against Soobin’s parted mouth. "Your body knows what it likes." He pressed another kiss to the corner of Soobin’s lips, then the sharp line of his jaw. "Even if you don’t yet."
Soobin whimpered as Yeonjun’s thumb pressed firmer this time, the slow, deliberate circles sending sparks skittering beneath his skin.
His hips jerked involuntarily, chasing the sensation, and Yeonjun groaned, his forehead dropping to Soobin’s shoulder.
"Fuck—" The curse was rough, bitten off, as Yeonjun’s fingers flexed against Soobin’s thigh. "You’re so responsive," he breathed, his voice thick with something between awe and hunger. His thumb dipped lower, tracing the slick heat between Soobin’s folds without parting them. "So perfect."
Yeonjun’s fingers lingered at the damp silk edge of Soobin’s panties, tracing the delicate lace with agonizing slowness.
His knuckles brushed against the fevered skin of Soobin’s inner thigh, the contrast of cool fabric and scorching flesh making Soobin tremble.
The alpha exhaled roughly, his breath hot against Soobin’s throat as he toyed with the waistband, teasing it just slightly lower before letting it snap back into place with a soft, torturous sound.
“These,” Yeonjun murmured, his voice gone thick, “are driving me mad.” His fingertip hooked beneath the silk, dragging it down a fraction before releasing it again, the elastic whispering against Soobin’s damp skin. “You’re soaked through.” The words were reverent, almost awed, as if he couldn’t believe the proof of Soobin’s desire beneath his hands.
Soobin whimpered, his thighs pressing together instinctively, not to shut Yeonjun out, but to trap his fingers there, to chase the fleeting friction.
The movement drew a groan from Yeonjun’s throat, his free hand gripping Soobin’s hip hard enough to bruise.
“Look at you,” he breathed, his lips grazing the shell of Soobin’s ear.
His fingers stilled abruptly, the teasing touch ceasing as he pulled back just enough to meet Soobin’s gaze. The alpha’s eyes were black with want, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts, but his voice was tender when he spoke.
“Can I take these off?” His thumb brushed the lace again, a silent emphasis. “Say the word, sweetheart. Just one word, and they’re gone.”
Soobin’s breath hitched, his fingers twisting in the sheets beneath him. The thought of being laid bare, of Yeonjun seeing all of him, the parts no one else had ever touched, sent a jolt of terrified anticipation through him.
But the heat in Yeonjun’s gaze was patient, unwavering, and Soobin found himself nodding before he could second-guess it.
Yeonjun knelt between Soobin’s trembling thighs, his fingers hooking into the soaked lace with deliberate slowness.
The silk clung stubbornly to damp skin as he peeled it downward, his breath hitching audibly when the fabric finally slipped free, revealing the flushed, glistening heat beneath.
Soobin’s hands flew to cover himself instinctively, but Yeonjun caught his wrists with a soft, possessive noise, pressing them gently into the mattress instead.
"Don’t," he murmured, his voice roughened beyond recognition. "Let me look at you." His thumbs traced the delicate creases of Soobin’s inner thighs, spreading them wider with agonizing patience.
The first brush of cool air against exposed flesh made Soobin gasp, his hips jerking involuntarily, but Yeonjun held him firm, his grip tender but unyielding.
The alpha went utterly still when Soobin was finally laid bare before him, his dark eyes tracing every trembling inch with reverent hunger. His nostrils flared slightly, drinking in the scent of Soobin’s arousal, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts.
"Gods," he breathed, the word thick with awe. His fingertips hovered just above Soobin’s slick folds, not touching, as if afraid the vision might dissolve beneath his hands. "You’re even more beautiful than I imagined."
Soobin whimpered, his thighs quivering where they were spread wide, the vulnerability of the position sending heat flooding his cheeks.
Yeonjun’s gaze dragged upward, locking onto his with startling intensity, and something in the alpha’s expression softened, a silent reassurance in the midst of overwhelming newness.
"Breathe," Yeonjun murmured, his thumbs stroking soothing circles into Soobin’s inner thighs.
His touch drifted higher, tracing the crease where leg met hip, and Soobin’s breath hitched when those calloused fingertips grazed the very edge of his damp curls.
"Just breathe, sweetheart. I’ll go slow."
Yeonjun’s fingers traced the outer edges of Soobin’s slick heat with agonizing patience, mapping the swollen folds without venturing deeper, as if committing every trembling inch to memory.
The pad of his thumb brushed higher, circling the apex of Soobin’s thighs in slow, maddening arcs, just enough to draw a whimper from the omega’s throat but never quite granting the pressure he craved.
"You’re so wet," Yeonjun murmured, his voice rough with awe. His fingertip dipped lower, skimming the soaked seam of Soobin’s entrance with torturous lightness. "All for me." The words curled possessively in the air between them, his breath hot against Soobin’s inner thigh where his lips lingered.
Soobin gasped when Yeonjun’s thumb finally pressed firm against the sensitive bundle of nerves above his entrance, the sudden friction sending sparks skittering up his spine.
His hips jerked off the bed instinctively, chasing the sensation, and Yeonjun groaned, his fingers flexing against Soobin’s trembling thighs.
"Like that?" Yeonjun rasped, circling the spot again with deliberate slowness, watching Soobin’s face intently.
The omega’s lips parted on a silent cry, his lashes fluttering shut as pleasure coiled tight in his belly. Yeonjun’s free hand slid up Soobin’s torso, fingers splaying over his racing heartbeat.
"Look at me," he urged, his thumb never ceasing its relentless rhythm. "I want to see you."
Soobin forced his eyes open, meeting Yeonjun’s darkened gaze through a haze of overwhelmed sensation.
The alpha’s pupils were blown wide, his lips slightly parted, every sharp breath betraying the control he clung to.
His thumb pressed firmer, and Soobin’s back arched off the bed, a broken sound tearing from his throat as pleasure spiked white-hot behind his eyelids.
Yeonjun exhaled sharply, his fingers flexing against Soobin’s thigh. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice rough with awe. His thumb slowed, circling with agonizing precision, drawing out every shuddering gasp. “Just like that.”
Soobin’s hands scrambled for purchase against Yeonjun’s bare shoulders, his nails biting into skin as sensation overwhelmed him.
The tension coiled tighter, unfamiliar and terrifying in its intensity, and he whimpered, his hips jerking erratically.
“I, I can’t...” His voice fractured, the words dissolving into a breathless moan as Yeonjun’s fingers slid lower, tracing the slick heat of his entrance with featherlight pressure.
The teasing touch was unbearable, not enough, too much, and Soobin sobbed, his thighs trembling violently.
Yeonjun stilled instantly, his breath ragged against Soobin’s throat. “Tell me,” he urged, his thumb pausing its relentless circles. “What do you need?”
Soobin’s breath came in ragged, shallow bursts, his fingers twisting helplessly in the sheets.
“I don’t...” His voice cracked, his thighs trembling where they bracketed Yeonjun’s hips. “I don’t know why, but it, it feels like...”
He bit his lip hard enough to whiten the flesh, shame and confusion warring in his expression.
“Like I need something...” His hands fluttered uselessly over his own belly, as if he could press the ache away. “Inside. But I’m scared.” The admission spilled out in a whisper, his lashes fluttering shut. “Nothing’s ever been there.”
Yeonjun went utterly still above him, his breath hitching audibly.
For a heartbeat, the only sound was the rustle of silk as Soobin’s chest rose and fell unevenly. Then Yeonjun’s hands gentled, his thumbs sweeping slow circles into the omega’s inner thighs.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice rough with tenderness. “That’s your body telling you it’s ready.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to Soobin’s damp temple. “But we don’t have to do anything you’re not sure of.”
Soobin shook his head, his fingers catching weakly at Yeonjun’s wrist. “I want, I just...” He swallowed hard, his pulse rabbiting beneath Yeonjun’s lips. “Will it hurt?”
Yeonjun exhaled softly, pulling back just enough to meet Soobin’s gaze. His pupils were blown wide with want, but his expression was impossibly soft.
“Not if we go slow,” he promised. His fingertips trailed down Soobin’s belly, skimming the quivering muscles there. “You’re so wet already. That helps.” His thumb brushed the soaked curls between Soobin’s thighs, drawing a shuddering gasp from him. “And I’ll stop the second you say.”
Soobin’s breath hitched as Yeonjun’s fingers traced lower, circling his entrance with agonizing lightness.
The touch was barely there, just the ghost of pressure, yet his hips jerked instinctively, seeking more. Yeonjun chuckled, low and warm, his breath fanning over Soobin’s flushed skin.
“See?” he murmured. “Your body knows.” His fingertip pressed just slightly firmer, not breaching, just teasing. “Can I try one finger? Just to see how it feels?”
Soobin’s nod was barely perceptible, his lips parting around a shaky inhale as Yeonjun’s fingertip pressed more firmly against him.
The alpha moved with unbearable slowness, his other hand cradling Soobin’s hip in a grounding grip as he worked the tip of his finger just inside, the resistance minimal but present, enough to make Soobin’s breath stutter.
“Okay?” Yeonjun murmured, his voice gravel-rough with restraint. His finger remained still, allowing Soobin to adjust to the foreign sensation, the stretch.
Soobin’s thighs trembled where they bracketed Yeonjun’s waist, his fingers twisting in the sheets.
“It’s... strange,” he admitted, his voice thready. “Not... bad. Just different.” He swallowed hard, his lashes fluttering when Yeonjun’s thumb brushed soothing circles against his inner thigh. “Keep going?”
Yeonjun exhaled sharply, his forehead dropping to press against Soobin’s collarbone.
“Gods, you’re killing me,” he muttered against heated skin before obliging, sinking his finger deeper with torturous patience.
The slide was effortless, Soobin’s body yielding slickly around him, and Yeonjun groaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
“Fuck, you’re...” His words dissolved into a ragged breath as he curled his finger slightly, grazing a spot that made Soobin gasp, his back arching off the bed.
The reaction was instantaneous, Soobin’s fingers flew to Yeonjun’s forearm, nails biting in as pleasure jolted through him, sharp and bright.
“W-what was...” His voice cracked, his hips canting instinctively, seeking that sensation again. Yeonjun obliged without hesitation, crooking his finger with deliberate precision, drawing a punched-out moan from Soobin’s throat.
Soobin’s thighs clamped around Yeonjun’s wrist instinctively, trapping his fingers in place as pleasure shuddered through him in dizzying waves.
The sensation was unbearable, overwhelming, too much and yet not enough, and his back arched off the bed with a broken cry, his fingers scrabbling for purchase against Yeonjun’s sweat-slicked shoulders.
Yeonjun groaned, his free hand gripping Soobin’s hip hard enough to bruise.
“There?” he rasped, curling his finger again, slower this time, watching Soobin’s face with rapt fascination as the omega gasped. “Gods, you’re so...” His words cut off with a bitten-off sound as Soobin’s hips jerked erratically, his inner walls fluttering around Yeonjun’s finger.
Soobin’s breath came in shallow, frantic bursts, his lashes fluttering as the unfamiliar pleasure coiled tighter in his belly.
“I, I don’t” His voice cracked, his thighs trembling violently. “It feels like—”
Yeonjun swallowed hard, his thumb brushing the sensitive nub above Soobin’s entrance in tandem with the curl of his finger, drawing a shattered whimper from him.
“Let go,” he urged, his voice rough with barely restrained hunger. “I’ve got you.”
The coil snapped.
Soobin’s vision whited out as the tension shattered, pleasure erupting through him like liquid fire.
His back arched violently off the bed, a broken cry tearing from his throat as his hips jerked against Yeonjun’s hand.
The alpha’s fingers never stilled, coaxing him through the aftershocks with relentless precision until Soobin sobbed, his fingers clawing weakly at Yeonjun’s shoulders.
"Too much" His voice cracked, raw and thready, his body trembling like a plucked bowstring. "Please, I..."
Yeonjun withdrew instantly, pressing soothing kisses to Soobin’s quivering inner thighs as the omega gasped for breath. His lips traced the damp skin there, murmuring soft praise against fevered flesh.
"Beautiful," he breathed, the word reverent. "You’re so beautiful like this."
Soobin whimpered, his chest rising and falling unevenly as sensation continued to ripple through him in slow, pulsing waves.
His thighs fell open bonelessly, the muscles twitching with oversensitivity as Yeonjun’s fingertips traced idle patterns across his hipbones.
The alpha’s breath was ragged when he finally lifted his head, his gaze dark with unrestrained hunger as he took in Soobin’s flushed skin, his parted lips, the sheen of sweat glistening along his collarbones.
Soobin’s eyelids fluttered weakly, his breath still coming in shallow gasps as Yeonjun pressed a lingering kiss to his inner thigh.
The alpha’s lips were warm, grounding, his fingertips tracing nonsensical patterns across Soobin’s oversensitive skin as if memorizing every tremor.
"Still with me?" Yeonjun murmured against his skin, the words vibrating through Soobin’s spent body. His thumb brushed the delicate crease of Soobin’s thigh, avoiding the slick heat between them with deliberate care.
Soobin swallowed hard, his fingers flexing against Yeonjun’s shoulders. "I" His voice cracked, throat dry. "I didn’t know it could feel like that." The admission was barely audible, his lashes damp with unshed tears.
Yeonjun exhaled roughly, his forehead dropping to press against Soobin’s hipbone.
"Neither did I," he admitted, the words thick with something like reverence. "Watching you..." He trailed off, his fingers tightening momentarily against Soobin’s waist before forcing them to relax.
The weight of his gaze was palpable as he lifted his head, dark eyes tracing the flushed expanse of Soobin’s chest, the rapid rise and fall of his ribs.
His own breathing was uneven, his pupils blown wide with want, but his touch remained gentle, almost hesitant, as he smoothed a hand up Soobin’s side.
Soobin’s fingertips trembled as they traced the hard line of Yeonjun’s jaw, his thumb brushing the alpha’s lower lip where it was bitten red. Yeonjun turned his face into the touch, pressing a kiss to Soobin’s palm before catching his wrist gently.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured, his voice roughened with concern.
“I’m alright,” Soobin whispered, though his breath still came unevenly, his body thrumming with aftershocks.
He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to where Yeonjun’s arousal strained against the confines of his trousers, the fabric damp with precum.
A fresh wave of heat climbed his throat. “You... you're still…”
Yeonjun exhaled sharply through his nose, his grip tightening imperceptibly around Soobin’s wrist. “This isn’t about me,” he said, low and firm. His thumb swept over the omega’s racing pulse. “Tonight is yours.”
Soobin’s lashes fluttered.
The alpha’s restraint was dizzying, the way his muscles trembled with the effort of holding back, the damp sheen along his collarbones, the ragged edge to his breathing.
And yet his hands were gentle, his touches measured, as if Soobin were something fragile.
Hesitantly, Soobin reached out, his fingers brushing the hard planes of Yeonjun’s abdomen, tracing the taut lines of muscle there. The alpha hissed, his stomach contracting beneath Soobin’s tentative touch.
Soobin's fingertips hesitated at the waistband of Yeonjun's trousers, his pulse hammering loud enough that he was certain the alpha could hear it. The fabric was damp where Yeonjun's arousal had soaked through, hot beneath his tentative touch.
"Can I..." Soobin's voice fractured, his cheeks burning. He couldn't finish the question, but Yeonjun's breath hitched as understanding flashed across his face.
"Anything," Yeonjun rasped, his hands fisting in the sheets beside Soobin's hips. "Anything you want."
The permission unraveled something in Soobin’s chest.
His fingers trembled as they worked the fastenings of Yeonjun’s trousers, each brush against the hard length beneath drawing a stifled groan from the alpha.
When the fabric finally gave way, Soobin exhaled shakily, Yeonjun was nothing like the clinical diagrams his mother’s physician had shown him.
Yeonjun’s cock curved upward, flushed dark and leaking at the tip, veins standing stark against the heated skin. Soobin’s breath caught; he’d touched it before, but never like this, never with the weight of it bare in his palm.
Soobin’s fingers hovered, uncertain, millimeters from Yeonjun’s straining flesh.
The alpha’s breathing was ragged, his hips twitching upward instinctively, seeking contact. but he didn’t press closer, didn’t rush. His restraint was palpable in the tension coiling through his abdomen, the white-knuckled grip on the bedsheets.
"Touch me," Yeonjun whispered, the words scraping raw from his throat. His eyes burned into Soobin’s, black with hunger yet impossibly soft. "Only if you want to."
Soobin swallowed hard, his fingertips brushing the velvety heat tentatively. Yeonjun jerked beneath him with a bitten-off groan, his cock pulsing against Soobin’s palm.
The omega gasped at the sensation, the slickness of precum beading at the tip, the way the skin shifted like living silk over the rigid flesh beneath.
Experimentally, he curled his fingers tighter.
Yeonjun’s entire body shuddered, his head dropping forward as a ragged curse escaped him. "Fuck yes" His hips arched into Soobin’s grip, his muscles locking abruptly as if fighting the instinct to thrust. "Just... just like that."
Soobin marveled at the power thrumming beneath his touch, the way Yeonjun, always so composed, so effortlessly commanding, came undone beneath his inexperienced hands.
He stroked upward slowly, reveling in the choked noises spilling from Yeonjun’s lips, the way his thighs trembled where they bracketed Soobin’s hips.
"Lay back," Soobin murmured, his fingers still trembling against Yeonjun’s flushed skin. The words surprised even himself, soft but firm, an echo of Yeonjun’s own gentle commands from earlier.
Yeonjun’s breath hitched, his dark eyes flickering with something raw and unguarded before he obeyed without hesitation, sinking back against the pillows.
The alpha’s chest rose and fell unevenly, his muscles taut with restraint as Soobin shifted hesitantly between his thighs.
The omega knelt there for a silent moment, struck by the unfamiliar power thrumming beneath his fingertips, Yeonjun laid bare before him, his cock twitching against his abdomen, his lips parted around shallow breaths.
Soobin’s own pulse fluttered wildly at the sight, heat creeping up his neck as he traced the rigid line of Yeonjun’s hipbone with tentative fingers.
"You’re staring," Yeonjun rasped, his voice rough with amusement and something deeper, hungrier. His fingers twitched at his sides, as if fighting the urge to reach out.
Soobin’s cheeks burned hotter, but he didn’t look away. "I’ve never..." His throat clicked around the words, his gaze dropping to where Yeonjun’s arousal glistened in the low light. "I’ve never seen you like this... or anyone in fact"
Yeonjun exhaled sharply through his nose, his fingers flexing against the sheets as Soobin’s gaze traced the length of him with hesitant fascination.
“You can,,,” His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard, throat working around the words. “You can touch me. However you want.”
Soobin’s fingertips hovered, his breath shallow.
The heat radiating from Yeonjun’s skin was dizzying, the musk of his arousal thick in the air between them.
Tentatively, he traced the prominent vein along the underside, marveling at the way the flesh yielded yet resisted beneath his touch.
Yeonjun jerked, a choked noise escaping him as Soobin’s thumb brushed the slick head. “Fuck Soobin ” His hips arched off the bed, his entire body tensing like a bowstring.
Soobin froze, his eyes darting to Yeonjun’s face. “Did I hurt you?”
Yeonjun laughed, the sound ragged and breathless. “No, sweetheart. The opposite.” He dragged a trembling hand through his sweat-damp hair, his chest rising and falling unevenly. “Just... go slow. Or I’ll...” He bit off the words, his jaw clenching.
Soobin exhaled shakily, his thumb brushing the swollen tip again, smearing the bead of moisture there. The way Yeonjun’s breath stuttered sent a thrill through him—this powerful alpha, unraveling beneath his hesitant touch.
“Tell me,” Soobin murmured, echoing Yeonjun’s earlier words. His fingers curled tentatively around the heated length, marveling at the way the skin shifted like living silk over steel. “What feels good?”
Yeonjun’s laugh was ragged, his hips twitching upward as Soobin tightened his grip experimentally. “Everything... You.” His hand flew to Soobin’s wrist, not stopping him, just holding on as if to ground himself. “Just, ah, just like that.”
Soobin stroked downward slowly, his other hand tracing the tense lines of Yeonjun’s abdomen.
The alpha’s muscles jumped beneath his fingertips, his stomach contracting with every ragged inhale.
When Soobin’s thumb circled the damp head again, Yeonjun groaned, his head falling back against the pillows. “Gods, your hands,” he rasped, his thighs trembling where they bracketed Soobin’s hips. “So soft. Too soft.”
Soobin's breath hitched as his fingers stilled around Yeonjun’s length, his thumb pausing where it had been tracing the swollen head. The alpha’s ragged groan vibrated through the silence between them, his hips lifting slightly off the bed in silent plea.
"I..." Soobin swallowed hard, his lashes fluttering as he watched precum bead anew against his thumb. "I want to..." His voice cracked, the words dissolving into silence.
Yeonjun forced his eyes open, his gaze burning into Soobin’s flushed face. "Anything," he rasped, his fingers twitching against the sheets. "Anything you want, sweetheart. Just say it."
Soobin’s throat worked silently for a moment before he whispered, "I don't know if I can."
Yeonjun exhaled sharply, his fingers carding gently through Soobin’s hair. "You can do whatever you want," he murmured, his voice rough with desire yet impossibly tender. "Or nothing at all. This is yours."
Soobin's breath stuttered as he lowered his head, his lips brushing the flushed tip of Yeonjun's cock with featherlight hesitation.
The taste bloomed across his tongue, salt and musk and something uniquely Yeonjun, making his stomach tighten with unfamiliar hunger.
"Fuck," Yeonjun gasped, his hips jerking before he forced them still, his fingers twisting violently in the sheets. His voice cracked on a ragged inhale. "You don't have to"
Soobin silenced him with another tentative lick, this time tracing the swollen vein beneath.
The way Yeonjun's entire body shuddered sent heat pooling between Soobin's own thighs, his pulse thrumming wildly as he explored the velvety texture with curious lips.
Yeonjun made a broken sound when Soobin's tongue swirled around the head, his thighs trembling violently where they bracketed Soobin's shoulders.
"Sweetheart, I won't" His warning dissolved into a groan as Soobin took him deeper, the warmth of his mouth enveloping Yeonjun inch by excruciating inch.
The stretch burned Soobin's lips, his inexperience evident in the awkward angle, but the choked noises spilling from Yeonjun's throat drowned out any discomfort.
He hollowed his cheeks experimentally, mimicking what little he'd gleaned from stolen courtesan tales, and Yeonjun's back arched off the bed with a strangled cry.
Yeonjun’s fingers tangled in Soobin’s hair, not pulling, just holding, as his hips twitched upward in aborted thrusts. "Gods, your mouth," he rasped, his voice shattered. His other hand fisted the sheets so tightly the fabric threatened to tear. "Too good, I can’t"
Soobin hummed around him, the vibration wringing a ragged groan from Yeonjun’s throat. The alpha’s cock pulsed against his tongue, hot and insistent, the taste of salt and musk flooding his senses.
He pulled back slightly, lips gliding along the length with deliberate slowness, reveling in the way Yeonjun’s breath hitched.
"Wait" Yeonjun’s grip tightened imperceptibly in Soobin’s hair, his thighs trembling. "I’m too close." His voice was raw, wrecked.
Soobin lifted his head, lips slick and parted, watching with fascination as Yeonjun fought for control. The alpha’s chest heaved, sweat glistening along his collarbones, his cock twitching against his abdomen.
"You don’t have to stop," Soobin whispered, his own arousal getting wetter. "I want to see."
Yeonjun's breath came in ragged bursts as he gently tugged Soobin back by the hair, his fingers trembling where they cradled the omega's skull.
"Sweetheart," he rasped, his voice thick with barely restrained desperation, "I have too much left to show you yet." His thumb brushed the damp corner of Soobin's swollen lips, smearing the slickness there. "If I come now, I can't."
The words shuddered out of him as Soobin's warm breath ghosted over his throbbing length.
With a groan that vibrated through his entire body, Yeonjun rolled them in one fluid motion, pressing Soobin back into the silken sheets.
The omega gasped as his shoulders hit the mattress, his thighs falling open instinctively to accommodate Yeonjun's hips. The alpha hovered above him, his dark eyes drinking in the sight, Soobin's flushed chest, his kiss-bruised mouth, the way his slender fingers clutched at the rumpled sheets.
"Watch me," Yeonjun murmured, his hands sliding down Soobin's trembling thighs with deliberate slowness.
He pressed them wider apart, his thumbs tracing the delicate creases where thigh met hipbone. The omega whimpered when cool air brushed against his slick folds, his body instinctively trying to close, but Yeonjun held him open with gentle insistence.
"No hiding," he breathed, leaning down to press a kiss to the quivering skin of Soobin's inner thigh.
The first touch of Yeonjun's tongue was a lightning strike—hot, sudden, sending Soobin arching off the bed with a broken cry.
The alpha groaned against him, his fingers tightening on Soobin's hips as he laved broad, wet strokes through soaked folds. Soobin's thighs trembled violently, his fingers scrabbling at Yeonjun's shoulders as pleasure jolted through him in white-hot waves.
"Y-Yeonjun—" His voice cracked, his hips jerking uncontrollably when the alpha's tongue circled his clit with torturous precision.
Yeonjun pulled back just enough to murmur against slick skin, "Taste good" before diving back in with renewed hunger.
His tongue probed deeper this time, flicking against Soobin's entrance before pressing inside with slow, relentless thrusts. The omega sobbed, his back bowing off the bed as unfamiliar pleasure coiled tight in his belly, deeper than before, hotter, more insistent.
Yeonjun's groan vibrated through him when Soobin's thighs clamped around his head, his fingers twisting in midnight-blue hair.
Yeonjun pulled away with a wet gasp, his lips glistening with Soobin’s arousal as he dragged himself up the omega’s trembling body.
He caught Soobin’s face between his palms, thumbs brushing the tear tracks on his flushed cheeks before slanting their mouths together in a deep, possessive kiss.
Soobin whimpered into it, tasting himself on Yeonjun’s tongue, salt and musk and something dizzyingly sweet, his fingers clutching at the alpha’s sweat-slick shoulders.
“Still with me?” Yeonjun murmured against his lips, his voice rough with restraint.
His hips rolled forward instinctively, the hard line of his cock pressing against Soobin’s thigh. Soobin nodded frantically, his breath hitching when Yeonjun’s teeth scraped his lower lip.
“Good. So good for me.” The praise sent a shiver down Soobin’s spine, his thighs falling open wider in silent invitation.
Yeonjun exhaled sharply, his forehead dropping to press against Soobin’s as he visibly fought for control. “I need to prep you properly,” he said, the words gravelly with need.
His fingers trailed down Soobin’s quivering abdomen, tracing the dip of his navel before ghosting over his slick folds.
“Going to open you up slow, yeah? One finger, then two, just until you’re begging for it.” His thumb brushed Soobin’s clit in a teasing circle, drawing a whimper from the omega’s kiss-swollen lips. “Your body’s ready, sweetheart, but I won’t take you until you’re shaking for it.”
Soobin’s breath hitched as Yeonjun’s fingers slid lower, the pad of his middle finger pressing gently against his entrance. The alpha paused, his dark eyes locking onto Soobin’s.
“Tell me,” he demanded, his voice hoarse. “Tell me you want this.”
“I, I want it,” Soobin gasped, his hips arching off the bed when Yeonjun’s finger breached him with torturous slowness. The stretch burned, but the slick heat of his own arousal made the slide effortless, Yeonjun’s knuckles pressing against his trembling thighs as he worked deeper. “Oh gods”
Yeonjun's finger curled inside him with devastating precision, grazing that same spot that had sent lightning through Soobin's veins earlier.
The omega gasped, his back arching off the bed as pleasure crackled along his nerves, sharper this time, deeper, with the ghost of Yeonjun's tongue still burning between his thighs.
"Right there," Yeonjun murmured against his throat, his lips hot on Soobin's racing pulse.
His free hand splayed across Soobin's hipbone, holding him steady as he added a second finger with agonizing care.
The stretch burned, but Soobin's body yielded slickly around the intrusion, his inner muscles fluttering in helpless pulses.
Soobin's fingers dug into Yeonjun's shoulders, his breath coming in shallow pants as the alpha scissored his fingers slowly, stretching him with relentless patience.
Every drag of knuckles against sensitive inner walls sent sparks skittering behind Soobin's eyelids, his thighs trembling violently where they bracketed Yeonjun's hips.
"Look at you," Yeonjun breathed, his voice thick with awe. His thumb brushed Soobin's clit in tandem with the thrust of his fingers, wringing a broken cry from the omega's throat. "Taking me so well. Can you feel how wet you are?"
Soobin could—could feel the obscene slick sounds as Yeonjun's fingers moved, could feel his own body clinging desperately to each withdrawal only to shudder at every slow push back in.
He whimpered when Yeonjun crooked his fingers just so, his vision whiting out momentarily as pleasure coiled tight in his belly.
Yeonjun’s fingers stilled inside him abruptly, their rhythm broken by Soobin’s sharp gasp.
The omega’s thighs trembled violently around the alpha’s wrist, his body arching into the touch, away from it, both at once, torn between pleasure and something terrifyingly overwhelming.
“Breathe,” Yeonjun murmured against his collarbone, his lips brushing sweat-damp skin. His fingers withdrew slightly, giving Soobin room to shudder through the aftershocks. “That’s it. Just breathe through it.”
Soobin’s chest heaved, his fingers twisting in the sheets as sensation pulsed through him in slow, hot waves.
The stretch burned deliciously, his body clenching instinctively around Yeonjun’s fingers as if trying to pull him deeper.
“You’re doing so well,” Yeonjun praised, pressing a kiss to the frantic flutter of Soobin’s pulse. His fingers resumed their slow, torturous thrusts, each movement measured, controlled. “Tell me what you feel.”
Soobin swallowed hard, his voice fracturing around the words.
“Full. It’s, ah, so much.” His hips jerked erratically when Yeonjun’s thumb circled his clit again, the dual stimulation drawing a punched-out moan from his throat. “But I... I don’t want you to stop.”
Yeonjun stilled his fingers inside Soobin, though the omega whimpered at the loss of movement. The alpha lifted his head, his dark eyes searching Soobin's flushed face with tender intensity.
"Do you know what comes next?" he asked, his voice roughened with restraint.
Soobin swallowed hard, his lashes fluttering. "You... inside me?" The words came out as a whisper, his pulse fluttering visibly at his throat.
Yeonjun exhaled slowly, brushing a kiss to Soobin's trembling inner thigh before answering.
"Yes. But not yet." His fingers flexed gently inside Soobin, making the omega gasp. "Your body needs to adjust first. One more finger, alright?"
Soobin nodded shakily, his breath hitching as Yeonjun's thumb pressed against his entrance alongside the two fingers already buried deep.
The stretch burned, a sweet, slow ache that made his toes curl into the sheets. Yeonjun worked him open with agonizing patience, his free hand stroking Soobin's hip in soothing circles.
When Soobin's body finally relaxed around the intrusion, Yeonjun leaned close, his lips brushing the shell of Soobin's ear.
"When I take you," he murmured, the words vibrating through Soobin's oversensitive skin, "it'll be like this..." He curled his fingers deliberately, pressing against that spot that made stars burst behind Soobin's eyelids. "But deeper. Hotter. You'll feel every inch of me."
Yeonjun’s fingers worked with agonizing patience, stretching Soobin open until the omega’s thighs trembled with each careful thrust, until his body yielded slickly around the intrusion without resistance.
The alpha withdrew his fingers slowly, watching the way Soobin’s breath hitched at the sudden emptiness, his hips lifting instinctively as if chasing the sensation.
The cool air of the chamber brushed against Soobin’s overheated skin as Yeonjun shifted between his thighs, his own arousal pressing insistently against the omega’s soaked folds.
The blunt head of his cock caught against Soobin’s entrance, the contact sending a shiver through both of them.
Yeonjun exhaled roughly, his muscles straining with the effort of holding still, his forehead dropping to press against Soobin’s.
"Last chance," he murmured, his voice frayed at the edges with restraint. His breath ghosted over Soobin’s parted lips, warm and uneven. "Tell me to stop, and I will. No questions."
Soobin’s fingers trembled where they clutched Yeonjun’s shoulders, his pulse fluttering visibly at his throat.
He swallowed hard, his lashes damp with unshed tears as he whispered, "Don’t stop."
Yeonjun’s breath left him in a rush, his fingers tightening where they gripped Soobin’s hips. He pressed forward with excruciating slowness, the thick head of his cock breaching Soobin’s entrance inch by torturous inch.
The stretch burned, deeper than fingers, hotter, more insistent, Soobin gasped, his body tensing instinctively around the intrusion.
Yeonjun froze at the first hitch in Soobin's breathing, his entire body trembling with restraint. "Breathe," he murmured against Soobin's damp temple, his thumbs stroking the omega's hipbones in slow circles. "Just breathe through it, sweetheart. I've got you."
The stretch crested from sharp to overwhelming as Yeonjun sank deeper, the weight of him pressing places inside Soobin that had never been touched.
The omega's nails dug crescent moons into Yeonjun's shoulders, his thighs clamping instinctively around the alpha's waist.
"Look at me," Yeonjun commanded softly, waiting until Soobin's tear-bright eyes focused on his face. "Better?" His hips eased forward another fraction, his jaw clenching at the tight, slick heat enveloping him.
Soobin nodded shakily, his breath escaping in short pants. "It's... different," he admitted, his voice thin. His body pulsed around Yeonjun, adjusting to the unfamiliar fullness. "Not bad. Just, ah!" His protest dissolved into a gasp as Yeonjun's next shallow thrust brushed something deep inside him.
Yeonjun stilled instantly, watching the play of shock and pleasure across Soobin's flushed face.
"There?" he asked, his voice rough. When Soobin whimpered in confirmation, he withdrew slightly before rocking forward again with deliberate precision.
Soobin's back arched off the bed with a broken cry as Yeonjun's thrust grazed that spot again, the pleasure sharper now, brighter, cutting through the lingering burn of stretch.
His fingers scrambled against Yeonjun's sweat-slick shoulders, unsure whether to pull him closer or push him away, every nerve alight with sensation too intense to process.
Yeonjun groaned deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through where their bodies joined.
"Gods, you feel.." His words dissolved into a hissed breath as Soobin's inner muscles fluttered around him in helpless pulses.
He stilled, trembling with restraint, his forehead pressed to Soobin's.
"Too tight. Need you to relax, sweetheart." His thumbs traced frantic circles on Soobin's hipbones, his voice fraying. "Can't last if you keep squeezing me like that."
Soobin whimpered, his thighs shaking where they bracketed Yeonjun's hips. "I can't, it's too..." His words fractured when Yeonjun withdrew slightly only to sink back in with torturous slowness, the drag of his cock lighting sparks along oversensitive nerves.
The stretch still burned, but beneath it coiled something hotter, deeper, winding tighter with each measured thrust.
Yeonjun's breath came in ragged bursts against Soobin's parted lips, his control visibly fraying as he set a slow, relentless rhythm. "There you go," he murmured when Soobin's body finally yielded, accepting him deeper with slick ease. His hips rolled forward in a smooth snap that punched a gasp from Soobin's throat. "Perfect. Taking me so well."
The praise curled warm in Soobin's belly, mingling with the mounting pleasure until he couldn't distinguish between them.
He clutched at Yeonjun's back, his nails scoring faint lines down sweat-damped skin as the alpha's thrusts grew more confident, each one brushing that spot inside him with devastating precision.
The friction of Yeonjun's abdomen against his oversensitive clit with every rock of their hips sent shocks of pleasure radiating outward, building inexorably toward something terrifyingly immense.
Yeonjun’s rhythm stuttered when Soobin’s thighs tightened around him again, the omega’s body clenching in helpless pulses around his cock.
“Fuck” The curse tore from Yeonjun’s throat, his hips snapping forward involuntarily before he forced himself still, trembling with restraint. His fingers dug into the mattress on either side of Soobin’s head, biceps straining as he held himself up. “You’re going to ruin me,” he gasped, his voice raw.
Soobin whimpered beneath him, his fingers scrambling against Yeonjun’s sweat-slick back.
The stretch had melted into something molten, the glide of Yeonjun inside him now slick and effortless, every withdrawal leaving him achingly empty until the alpha filled him again.
“It, it feels...” His words dissolved into a broken moan as Yeonjun angled his hips just so, the head of his cock dragging deliberately over that spot that made stars burst behind Soobin’s eyelids.
“I know,” Yeonjun murmured against his throat, his teeth scraping the frantic flutter of Soobin’s pulse.
His thrusts grew shallower but sharper, each movement calculated to wring another gasp from Soobin’s kiss-swollen lips.
“You’re so close, aren’t you? Can feel you trembling around me.” His hand slid between them, his thumb circling Soobin’s clit with the same relentless precision as his hips.
The dual stimulation tore a sob from Soobin’s throat, his back arching off the bed as pleasure coiled tight in his belly, hotter and deeper than before.
His thighs shook violently where they bracketed Yeonjun’s hips, his body torn between pressing into the touch and twisting away from the overwhelming intensity. “Yeonjun, I, I can’t”
“You can,” Yeonjun growled, his voice rough with barely leashed desperation. His lips crashed against Soobin’s in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, swallowing the omega’s broken cries as his thrusts grew erratic. “Let go. Come for me.”
"Don't stop," Soobin gasped, his voice cracking around the plea as Yeonjun's thrusts stuttered.
The words tumbled out before he could temper them, raw, desperate, stripped of the propriety that had been drilled into him since childhood. His fingers dug into Yeonjun's shoulders, nails biting crescent moons into sweat-slicked skin.
"Please, Alpha, don't..."
The honorific shattered Yeonjun's restraint like glass.
The alpha's hips snapped forward with a force that punched the breath from Soobin's lungs, his cock driving deep in one relentless stroke. A ragged groan tore from Yeonjun's throat, his forehead dropping to press against Soobin's as his entire body trembled with the effort of holding still.
"Say that again," he demanded, his voice rough enough to scrape skin.
Soobin's thighs shook where they clung to Yeonjun's waist, his body pulsing around the alpha's length in helpless, fluttering contractions.
The heat pooling low in his belly crested sharply at the possessive edge in Yeonjun's tone, the way his grip tightened almost painfully on Soobin's hips.
"My Alpha," Soobin whispered, testing the shape of the words—foreign yet intoxicating on his tongue.
Yeonjun’s answering growl vibrated through Soobin’s chest, his hips pulling back only to surge forward again in a sharp, deep thrust that made the omega’s vision whiten at the edges.
“Yours,” the alpha gasped against his throat, his teeth scraping over Soobin’s scent gland in a claiming bite that never quite broke skin. His rhythm fractured into something rougher, less controlled, each snap of his hips wringing broken sounds from Soobin’s throat. “Always yours.”
The possessive fervor in Yeonjun’s voice coiled hot in Soobin’s belly, mingling with the mounting pleasure until he couldn’t distinguish between them.
His thighs trembled violently around Yeonjun’s waist, his body clenching in helpless pulses around the alpha’s cock with each deliberate stroke.
When Yeonjun’s hand slid between them again, his thumb circling Soobin’s oversensitive clit with bruising precision, the omega sobbed, his back arching off the bed as pleasure crested violently.
“That’s it,” Yeonjun murmured against his pulse point, his voice wrecked. His thrusts grew shallow, erratic, his hips stuttering as Soobin’s body milked him toward his own release. “Let me feel you.”
Soobin's climax tore through him with violent intensity, his entire body arching off the bed as white-hot pleasure exploded behind his eyelids. The world narrowed to the points where they connected, Yeonjun's cock buried deep inside him, the alpha's forearm braced against his trembling thigh, the scorching press of lips against his throat as Soobin's cries dissolved into wordless whimpers.
Yeonjun groaned, his rhythm faltering as Soobin's inner muscles fluttered around him in helpless pulses. "Gods, you" His voice cracked, his hips jerking forward in shallow thrusts that drew aftershocks trembling through Soobin's oversensitive body. "Can't hold back... fuck Soobin"
The alpha's release hit him like a breaking wave, his body stiffening above Soobin's as warmth flooded deep inside.
Yeonjun's teeth grazed Soobin's scent gland again, this time with enough pressure to mark, though he stopped just short of breaking skin, claiming but not claiming, the promise of permanence hovering between them.
Soobin whimpered at the sensation, his fingers tightening in Yeonjun's sweat-damp hair as the alpha shuddered through the last tremors of his climax.
The intimacy of it, the wet heat, the way Yeonjun's hips twitched with residual pleasure against his own, sent a fresh shiver down his spine.
Yeonjun collapsed beside him moments later, his chest heaving as he gathered Soobin against his side with trembling arms. The omega went willingly, his limbs heavy with exhaustion, his cheek pressed to the rapid flutter of Yeonjun's pulse.
Yeonjun's fingertips traced idle patterns across Soobin's hipbone, the touch featherlight yet enough to make the omega shiver. Moonlight spilled through the parted curtains, painting silver streaks across their tangled limbs, the aftermath glistening between Soobin's thighs.
He shifted slightly, wincing at the unfamiliar ache, and Yeonjun's hand stilled instantly.
"Does it hurt?" The alpha's voice was rough from overuse but impossibly tender.
Soobin swallowed, his lashes fluttering. "Not... badly." He hesitated before whispering, "Strange. But not unwelcome."
Yeonjun exhaled through his nose, his lips brushing Soobin's temple. "The first time lingers." His fingers resumed their tracing, this time following the dip of Soobin's waist. "Tell me if it becomes too much."
Soobin nodded, pressing closer as Yeonjun's arm tightened around him. The alpha's scent enveloped him, warm musk and something deeper, something uniquely theirs now.
Yeonjun's lips brushed against Soobin's sweat-damp hair, the kiss lingering as if sealing an unspoken promise.
"I love you," he murmured, his voice husky with exhaustion and something deeper, a reverence that made Soobin's pulse flutter anew. The alpha's fingers carded gently through the omega's tousled strands, tucking a loose lock behind his ear. "You were perfect. More than I ever dreamed."
Soobin exhaled shakily, pressing his cheek against Yeonjun's chest where the alpha's heartbeat still thundered beneath warm skin.
The praise settled over him like sunlight, easing the last traces of tension coiled in his limbs. He traced idle circles over Yeonjun's ribcage, marveling at the way the muscle twitched beneath his fingertips, still sensitive, still trembling from their shared pleasure.
"Was I?" Soobin whispered, the question slipping out before he could temper it. His fingers stilled, hovering over the crescent marks his nails had left on Yeonjun's shoulders. "I didn't... know what to do."
Yeonjun chuckled, the sound vibrating through where their bodies touched. He caught Soobin's wandering hand, pressing a kiss to each fingertip.
"You didn't need to." His thumb smoothed over Soobin's knuckles, a silent reassurance. "Watching you discover what you liked..." His breath hitched, his grip tightening imperceptibly. "That was the gift."
The sincerity in his voice curled warm in Soobin's belly. He lifted his head, meeting Yeonjun's darkened gaze. The alpha's pupils were still blown wide, his lashes casting shadows over cheeks flushed from exertion. Beautiful, Soobin thought, with a sudden ache in his chest.
Soobin traced a hesitant fingertip over the bite marks he'd left on Yeonjun's shoulder, the crescent indentations standing stark against the alpha's flushed skin.
His voice wavered when he finally spoke. "Your past lovers... they knew how to touch you properly." The words tasted bitter, unwelcome. "Knew how to... to seduce you."
Yeonjun went utterly still beneath him.
Soobin swallowed hard, unable to meet the alpha's gaze.
"I don't know those things," he whispered, pressing his palm flat against Yeonjun's chest where his heartbeat thundered. "I'm not..." His throat closed around the word sexy, too foreign, too brazen for his lips.
Yeonjun caught his wrist with startling gentleness, turning Soobin's hand to press a kiss to his palm. "Look at me." His voice held a quiet command that made Soobin's pulse stutter.
When their eyes met, Yeonjun's expression was devastatingly tender.
"Do you think they trembled when I touched them?" His thumb brushed the delicate skin of Soobin's inner wrist where his pulse fluttered wildly. "Do you think they came undone just from my voice?" He leaned closer, his breath warm against Soobin's parted lips. "Did they blush when I looked at them?"
Soobin's breath hitched, his lashes fluttering at the intensity in Yeonjun's gaze. The alpha's fingers tightened around his wrist, not restraining, simply grounding, as if sensing the way Soobin's thoughts threatened to spiral.
"They didn't," Yeonjun continued, softer now, his lips brushing Soobin's knuckles with each word. "Because none of them were you."
The raw honesty in his voice made something fragile uncoil in Soobin's chest. He exhaled shakily, his fingers curling against Yeonjun's palm.
"Every gasp," Yeonjun murmured, tracing the shell of Soobin's ear with his free hand, "every shiver" His fingertips skimmed down the omega's throat, pausing over his racing pulse, "was mine to discover first." His thumb pressed gently over Soobin's kiss-swollen bottom lip. "No one else has ever had that."
The possessiveness in his tone sent heat curling low in Soobin's belly. He turned his face into Yeonjun's touch instinctively, his earlier insecurities melting beneath the alpha's unwavering certainty.
"Whoever told you that you weren't appealing," Yeonjun growled, his fingers tightening around Soobin's waist with sudden intensity, "was the stupidest fucking person to ever draw breath."
The vulgarity shocked a gasp from Soobin's lips, Yeonjun rarely swore so crudely. The alpha leaned in, his nose brushing against Soobin's flushed cheek.
"You seduce me simply by breathing. By existing. By the way your eyelashes flutter when you're embarrassed."
Soobin's pulse stuttered at the raw hunger in Yeonjun's voice, at the way the alpha's grip bordered on painful, as if he might dissolve if he loosened his hold.
"You think I need practiced seduction?" Yeonjun's laugh was rough, unpolished, his lips dragging along Soobin's jawline. "When your hands shake just touching me? When you whimper at the barest press of my fingers?" He caught Soobin's lower lip between his teeth, biting just hard enough to make the omega gasp. "I'm crazy for you. Insane with it. Do you understand?"
Soobin trembled beneath him, the words carving through lingering doubts like a hot knife.
Yeonjun kissed him then, deep and consuming, his tongue sweeping possessively through Soobin's mouth until the omega forgot how to breathe. When they parted, Yeonjun pressed their foreheads together, his exhale shuddering.
"I've had lovers who knew every trick," he admitted, his thumb tracing the swell of Soobin's bottom lip. "None of them made me ache like this. None of them made me lose control just by looking at me with those damn eyes." His hips rolled forward instinctively, still half-hard against Soobin's thigh. "You ruin me without even trying."
Yeonjun's fingers tightened in Soobin's hair, tilting his head back with sudden ferocity.
The alpha's breath was ragged against his throat, hot, possessive, edged with something darker than desire.
"I'd raze kingdoms for you," he growled, teeth scraping the delicate skin where Soobin's pulse fluttered wildly. "Turn armies to ash at your feet if anyone dared..." His voice broke on the word, hips jerking forward instinctively as if his body couldn't comprehend the mere idea.
Soobin whimpered, his fingers clutching at Yeonjun's sweat-slick shoulders.
The raw violence in the alpha's tone should have frightened him, would have, perhaps, from anyone else, but beneath the threat thrummed a current of desperate devotion that made his chest ache.
Yeonjun dragged his lips upward, catching Soobin's earlobe between his teeth.
"Your mother," he hissed, the words vibrating through bone, "should thank every god she prays to that she's your blood." His palm splayed across Soobin's ribcage, fingers spanning the delicate arch as if measuring the fragility he'd destroy worlds to protect. "Because if she weren't..."
The unspoken threat hung between them, heavy as a blade.
Soobin shuddered, his thighs pressing together instinctively at the intensity of Yeonjun's gaze. The alpha noticed, of course he noticed, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled the fresh wave of slickness.
Yeonjun’s fingers tightened possessively around Soobin’s wrist, pressing his pulse point to the alpha’s lips as if sealing an unbreakable vow.
“No one else,” he growled against the delicate skin, his breath scorching. “No hands, no mouths, no eyes, no one gets to see you like this again.” His teeth grazed Soobin’s inner wrist, sharp enough to brand the promise into flesh without breaking skin. “You’re mine.”
Soobin shuddered, his breath hitching at the raw possessiveness in Yeonjun’s voice, the same alpha who had moved with such excruciating patience inside him moments ago now sounded feral, his restraint fraying at the edges.
The omega’s thighs trembled where they pressed together, slickness pooling anew at the intensity of Yeonjun’s gaze.
“Say it,” Yeonjun demanded, his palm sliding up to cradle Soobin’s jaw, forcing their eyes to meet. His thumb brushed the omega’s kiss-swollen lower lip, smearing it with the faint metallic tang of blood from where Soobin had bitten it raw. “Tell me who you belong to.”
Soobin’s lashes fluttered, his pulse rabbiting beneath Yeonjun’s fingertips. The words felt forbidden, thrilling—like tearing open a vein and letting the truth bleed out. “Yours,” he whispered, the confession slipping free like a stolen thing. “Only yours, Alpha.”
Yeonjun’s answering sound was half groan, half snarl, his hips jerking forward instinctively against Soobin’s thigh. “Again.” His fingers tangled in the omega’s hair, tugging just hard enough to sting. “Louder.”
Soobin’s voice trembled when he repeated the words, louder this time, baring his throat in instinctive submission.
“Yours,” he gasped, the syllable cracking under the weight of Yeonjun’s fevered gaze. “Only yours.” The alpha’s grip on his hair tightened momentarily, a silent reward, before loosening into a caress.
But then Soobin’s fingers found Yeonjun’s jaw, tracing the sharp line of it with unexpected boldness.
His next question was barely audible, a fragile thing wrapped in vulnerability. “And you? Are you mine too?”
Yeonjun went utterly still above him, his breath stuttering against Soobin’s lips.
For a heartbeat, the chamber seemed to hold its breath with them, the only sound the distant rustle of silk curtains and the frantic drum of their pulses.
Then the alpha’s expression fractured, something raw and unguarded breaking through the possessiveness. His thumb brushed Soobin’s bottom lip, smearing the faint copper tang of bitten skin.
“You doubt it?” His voice was rougher than before, scraped bare by emotion.
Soobin’s lashes fluttered, his fingers skimming down Yeonjun’s chest to where his heartbeat thundered beneath sweat-damp skin.
“I don’t know,” he admitted softly. “You’ve had others. They knew how to... how to keep you.” The words tasted bitter, but Yeonjun didn’t let him finish, crushing their mouths together in a kiss that burned with desperation.
When they broke apart, Yeonjun framed Soobin’s face with both hands, his thumbs brushing away the dampness clinging to the omega’s lashes.
“Listen to me,” he commanded, his voice low and frayed. “Those others.. they had my body. Sometimes. When I allowed it.” His grip tightened infinitesimally, forcing Soobin’s gaze to hold his. “But you” His breath hitched, the words tangling in his throat. “You have everything. My name, my home, my fucking breath if you asked for it.”
Soobin shuddered beneath him, his thighs pressing together instinctively as slickness pooled anew.
Yeonjun’s nostrils flared at the scent, his hips jerking forward of their own accord, but he didn’t take what was offered. Instead, he dragged his lips along Soobin’s jawline, his next words vibrating against the omega’s pulse.
“Say it again,” he murmured, teeth grazing skin. “Ask me properly.”
Soobin's breath caught at the command, his fingers tightening in Yeonjun's hair.
The alpha's weight pinned him deliciously, their sweat-slicked skin sticking where they touched. Moonlight painted silver streaks across Yeonjun's shoulders, highlighting the taut muscles trembling with restraint above him.
"Are you..." Soobin swallowed, his throat working around the unfamiliar boldness curling in his belly. "Are you mine too, Alpha?" The honorific spilled from his lips like a secret, his hips arching instinctively against Yeonjun's.
The alpha's growl vibrated through where their chests pressed together.
His teeth found Soobin's earlobe, biting just shy of pain. "You know the answer." His hand slid possessively down Soobin's flank, fingertips branding heat into trembling skin. "Say it."
Soobin whimpered, the last remnants of shyness dissolving beneath Yeonjun's fevered gaze.
"Mine," he breathed, the word igniting something primal in the alpha's eyes. His fingers traced the marks he'd left on Yeonjun's shoulders, his marks, reveling in the way the alpha shuddered at his touch. "All of you."
Yeonjun's restraint shattered. His mouth crashed against Soobin's with bruising intensity, tongue sweeping in to claim every gasping moan.
When they broke apart, his teeth grazed the omega's swollen bottom lip. "Again."
Soobin gasped as Yeonjun's mouth descended on his throat again, teeth scraping the delicate skin just beneath his jaw, not quite biting, not quite soothing, that maddening edge between pleasure and pain that made his pulse stutter wildly.
"Mine," he repeated, louder this time, fingers twisting in Yeonjun's sweat-damp hair. The word felt dangerous, intoxicating, like plunging into deep water without knowing how to swim. "All of you. Every, ah. every breath, every heartbeat." His voice fractured as Yeonjun's hips rolled against him, the alpha's half-hard cock dragging through the mess of slick between Soobin's thighs.
Yeonjun groaned against his collarbone, the sound raw and ragged.
"Gods, the things you do to me." His hands slid beneath Soobin's trembling thighs, hiking them higher around his waist. "Never knew I could want like this." His lips found the omega's pulse point again, tongue lapping at the frantic flutter there. "Never knew I could be owned."
The admission sent a shiver down Soobin's spine.
He arched into Yeonjun's touch, his body singing with oversensitive awareness, every brush of calloused fingers, every hot exhale against his skin, the way Yeonjun's muscles tensed and trembled beneath his palms like a bowstring drawn too tight.
"Show me," Soobin whispered, his own boldness startling him. His nails scraped lightly down Yeonjun's back, relishing the way the alpha shuddered. "Show me how much you're mine."
Yeonjun's breath hitched, his pupils dilating further at Soobin's request. His fingers dug into the omega's hips hard enough to bruise, marking, branding, as he rolled his body against Soobin's with deliberate slowness.
The drag of his cock through Soobin's slick folds wrenched a gasp from both their throats, the sensation bordering on too much after their earlier coupling.
"Like this?" Yeonjun growled, his voice wrecked as he ground down again, his forehead pressing against Soobin's. His biceps trembled where he braced himself, veins standing stark against sweat-sheened skin. "Or like..." His hips snapped forward suddenly, his cockhead catching at Soobin's fluttering entrance before withdrawing with agonizing restraint.
Soobin cried out, his fingers scrabbling against the sheets. The teasing pressure left him empty, aching, his body clenching around nothing as slickness pooled between his thighs.
Yeonjun's nostrils flared at the scent, his lips pulling back in a feral grin. "You're dripping for me again," he murmured, dragging two fingers through the mess before pressing them against Soobin's parted lips. "Taste yourself, sweetheart. Taste what you do to me."
Soobin hesitated, his cheeks flaming, then parted his lips obediently, tongue flickering out to lick tentatively at Yeonjun's fingers. The alpha groaned at the sight, his cock twitching visibly against Soobin's thigh.
Soobin's fingers curled into Yeonjun's hair, pulling him down into a kiss that tasted of salt and desperation.
The alpha groaned against his lips, yielding instantly to the unexpected show of dominance, his hands hovering uncertainly over Soobin's hips as if afraid to presume.
Breaking away with a gasp, Soobin pressed his forehead against Yeonjun's, their breaths mingling in the scant space between them.
The omega's pulse hammered visibly at his throat as he gathered his courage, his fingers tracing the alpha's collarbones with trembling determination.
"Let me—" Soobin's voice cracked, his cheeks flushing darker as he pushed lightly against Yeonjun's shoulders.
Understanding flashed in the alpha's darkened eyes.
With a ragged exhale, Yeonjun allowed himself to be guided backward until he sat propped against the carved headboard, moonlight glinting off the sweat-damp hollows of his throat.
Soobin hesitated for only a heartbeat before straddling Yeonjun's thighs.
The shift in position sent a fresh wave of slickness trickling down Soobin’s inner thighs, the evidence of his arousal glistening in the candlelight as he settled astride Yeonjun’s lap.
The alpha’s hands hovered over his hips, fingers twitching with restraint, his cock straining between them, hard again despite their earlier release, flushed dark against his stomach.
Soobin hesitated, suddenly aware of how exposed he was, how every flutter of his lashes, every hitch of his breath, was laid bare beneath Yeonjun’s fevered gaze.
"Look at you," Yeonjun murmured, his voice rough as gravel. His thumbs brushed the delicate arch of Soobin’s hipbones, tracing the divots there with reverent precision. "Perfect. Every inch." His nostrils flared as another drop of slickness dripped onto his thigh, his grip tightening infinitesimally. "Still dripping for me. Even after I’ve had you once."
Soobin’s breath hitched, his thighs trembling where they bracketed Yeonjun’s.
The alpha’s cock twitched against him, hot and heavy, smearing precum across Soobin’s inner thigh. A whimper caught in his throat as he rocked forward instinctively, the slick drag of skin against skin wringing a ragged groan from both of them.
Yeonjun’s hands slid up to cradle Soobin’s ribs, his thumbs brushing the underside of his breasts. "Tell me what you want," he demanded, though his voice was wrecked, his control visibly fraying.
Soobin hesitated, his fingers flexing against Yeonjun’s shoulders.
The words tangled in his throat, too crude, too needy, but the alpha waited, his patience a tangible thing despite the desperate hunger darkening his eyes.
Soobin's fingers trembled where they rested against Yeonjun's collarbones, the words sticking in his throat like honey, too sweet, too forbidden. The alpha's gaze burned into him, patient and predatory all at once, his breaths shallow with restraint.
"Inside," Soobin whispered at last, the confession more breath than sound. His hips shifted forward instinctively, the head of Yeonjun's cock catching against his slick entrance for a fleeting, torturous moment before slipping away. "I want... I want you inside me. Like this."
Yeonjun's groan vibrated through where their chests pressed together, his hands tightening reflexively on Soobin's hips. "Fuck," he rasped, his forehead dropping to press against Soobin's. "You'll be the death of me." His thumbs traced maddening circles over the omega's hipbones, his breathing ragged. "You're sure?"
Soobin nodded, his lashes fluttering as another drop of slickness trickled down his inner thigh.
The evidence of his arousal glistened between them, the scent thick in the air. "I want to feel all of you," he admitted, bolder now, his fingers sliding down Yeonjun's chest to where his heartbeat thundered beneath sweat-slick skin. "Every inch."
Yeonjun's control snapped.
His hands guided Soobin's hips upward with trembling precision, the alpha's cock brushing against him in a slick, teasing drag that made them both shudder. "Slow," Yeonjun gritted out, though his voice was frayed beyond recognition. "You set the pace."
Soobin exhaled shakily, his fingers tightening on Yeonjun's shoulders as he lifted himself higher, the head of the alpha's cock pressing against his entrance with tantalizing pressure.
The stretch burned differently like this, slower, more controlled, the fullness creeping in inch by inch as he sank down with trembling thighs.
Yeonjun's breath hitched audibly beneath him, his grip on Soobin's hips bordering on painful. "Gods" The word tore from him like a prayer, his head falling back against the headboard as Soobin took him deeper, his body fluttering around the intrusion.
Soobin whimpered, his nails scoring down Yeonjun's chest as he paused halfway, overwhelmed by the sensation.
The angle was different, deeper, somehow, Yeonjun's cock brushing against places inside him that made his vision blur at the edges.
"Easy," Yeonjun soothed, though his voice was wrecked, his biceps trembling where he braced against the sheets. His thumbs brushed circles into the delicate skin of Soobin's inner thighs, soothing the tremors there. "Breathe, sweetheart."
Soobin obeyed, inhaling sharply through his nose as he sank the rest of the way down, their hips meeting with a slick slap that echoed through the chamber.
The fullness stole his breath, his body clenching instinctively around Yeonjun's cock as the alpha groaned, his hips twitching upward before he forced them still.
Soobin froze for a heartbeat, overwhelmed by the sheer fullness of Yeonjun inside him. A whimper escaped his lips as his thighs trembled around the alpha’s hips, his nails digging crescent moons into Yeonjun’s shoulders.
"Look at me," Yeonjun rasped, his voice frayed at the edges, his hands sliding up to frame Soobin’s face. His thumbs brushed the omega’s damp lashes, his own breathing ragged. "That’s it. Just breathe through it."
Soobin exhaled shakily, his body gradually relaxing around the intrusion, the initial discomfort melting into a slow, throbbing heat.
Tentatively, he rocked his hips forward, the movement slight but enough to wring a choked groan from Yeonjun’s throat. The alpha’s grip on his waist tightened, fingers pressing bruises into pale skin as he fought to keep still.
"Again," Yeonjun demanded, his voice rough with restraint.
Soobin obeyed, lifting himself slightly before sinking back down with more confidence this time.
The drag of Yeonjun’s cock inside him was exquisite, slick and slow, each inch withdrawn leaving him achingly empty before being filled again.
He gasped as the angle shifted, Yeonjun’s hips tilting upward to brush against something deep inside him that made his vision blur.
Yeonjun's breath hitched as Soobin's lips found the juncture between his shoulder and neck, the omega's teeth scraping over his pulse point with tentative boldness. A shudder ran through the alpha's body when Soobin sucked there, hard enough to bruise, his tongue swirling over the spot afterwards in silent apology.
"My Alpha," Soobin murmured against damp skin, the words sending a fresh tremor through Yeonjun's frame.
His hips lifted slightly before sinking back down with newfound confidence, drawing a ragged groan from them both as Yeonjun's cock dragged against his inner walls.
Yeonjun's hands flew to Soobin's waist, fingers digging into soft flesh as if to steady himself. "Say it again," he demanded, voice rough with need.
Soobin obeyed, lifting himself just enough to feel Yeonjun's cockhead catch at his entrance before dropping back down with a slick slap.
"Mine," he gasped, the claim punctuated by another bruising kiss to Yeonjun's throat. His fingers carded through the alpha's sweat-damp hair, tugging just hard enough to make Yeonjun's hips jerk upward involuntarily. "All of you."
The alpha growled low in his chest, his restraint fracturing as his hands slid down to grip Soobin's thighs.
"Prove it," he challenged, his thumbs pressing into the sensitive skin of Soobin's inner thighs where his scent was strongest.
Soobin’s breath hitched at the challenge, his thighs trembling where Yeonjun’s fingers pressed possessive bruises into his skin.
The alpha’s cock twitched inside him, the sudden movement wringing a gasp from his throat. He shifted experimentally, rocking forward just enough to feel Yeonjun’s length drag against that deep, sensitive place again, a slow, deliberate tease that made the alpha’s fingers spasm against his hips.
“Like this?” Soobin whispered, his voice unsteady as he lifted himself almost entirely off Yeonjun’s cock, hovering there until the alpha’s breath came in ragged pants.
Then he sank back down in one torturously slow slide, his body fluttering around the intrusion. Yeonjun’s groan vibrated through where their chests pressed together, his head falling back against the headboard with a dull thud.
“Fuck—” Yeonjun’s curse dissolved into a shuddering exhale as Soobin repeated the motion, his rhythm uneven but relentless, each rise and fall wringing broken sounds from them both.
The omega’s nails scored down Yeonjun’s chest, leaving faint red trails in their wake, his earlier shyness burned away by the alpha’s hungry gaze fixed on where their bodies joined.
Yeonjun’s hands slid up to frame Soobin’s ribs, his thumbs brushing the undersides of his breasts with aching gentleness despite the desperation darkening his eyes.
“You’re killing me,” he rasped, his hips jerking upward instinctively, seeking deeper friction.
Soobin whimpered at the sudden shift, his thighs trembling as he adjusted to the new angle, Yeonjun’s cock pressing insistently against that spot inside him with every shallow thrust.
“Then... then take me,” Soobin breathed, his voice cracking as he rolled his hips forward, grinding down in a slow, filthy circle that made Yeonjun’s fingers dig into his skin. “Don’t hold back.”
His plea was met with a feral growl, Yeonjun’s control snapping as he surged upward, his arms wrapping around Soobin’s waist to haul him down onto his cock in one brutal stroke.
The omega cried out, his back arching as Yeonjun filled him completely, the stretch bordering on painful before melting into molten pleasure.
Yeonjun’s mouth crashed against his, swallowing his gasps as he set a punishing rhythm, his hips pistoning upward with abandon, each thrust punching the breath from Soobin’s lungs.
The omega clung to him, nails biting into Yeonjun’s shoulders as the alpha’s cock dragged against that deep, aching spot inside him relentlessly, pleasure coiling tight in his belly with every snap of Yeonjun’s hips.
“Mine,” Yeonjun snarled against his throat, his teeth scraping over Soobin’s scent gland, the promise of a bite trembling in the air between them. His hands slid down to grip Soobin’s thighs, spreading him wider, forcing him to take every inch as his thrusts grew sharper, more erratic. “Say it.”
Soobin could only whimper, his voice stolen by the sheer intensity of Yeonjun’s possession, his body shuddering with each brutal stroke.
The alpha’s name spilled from his lips like a prayer, broken and pleading, as Yeonjun’s pace grew frantic, his cock driving into Soobin with unrelenting force.
“Say it,” Yeonjun demanded again, his voice rough with need, his fingers tightening around Soobin’s hips hard enough to bruise.
His rhythm faltered, his control fraying at the edges as he fought to hold back, his forehead pressed against Soobin’s as he waited.
Soobin's lips parted on a ragged gasp, his thighs trembling where they bracketed Yeonjun's hips. The alpha's cock throbbed inside him, pulsing with each erratic thrust, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.
"Yours," Soobin choked out, the word fracturing as Yeonjun's hips snapped upward sharply, driving deeper than before. His fingers twisted in the alpha's sweat-slick hair, tugging desperately. "Only yours, ah!"
Yeonjun's growl vibrated against his throat, teeth scraping the delicate skin of Soobin's scent gland as his rhythm stuttered. "One more time," he demanded, his voice raw, his thrusts growing uneven. "Say it like you mean it."
Soobin's back arched sharply as Yeonjun's cock brushed that deep, sensitive place again, pleasure cresting violently through him.
"Yours!" The cry tore from him, ragged and unhinged, his thighs clamping around Yeonjun's waist as his climax crashed over him in relentless waves.
The alpha's restraint shattered. His teeth sank into Soobin's scent gland just shy of breaking skin.
"Harder," Soobin gasped, his voice ragged as Yeonjun’s teeth grazed his scent gland without breaking skin.
His fingers tangled in the alpha’s hair, pulling insistently, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his own climax.
"Bite me properly, I want to be marked." The plea trembled on his tongue, raw and vulnerable, his hips pressing upward against Yeonjun’s slowing thrusts.
Yeonjun went utterly still underneath him, his breath hitching against Soobin’s throat. When he pulled back to meet the omega’s gaze, his pupils were blown wide, his lips parted in stunned disbelief.
"You’re sure?" he rasped, his fingers tightening reflexively on Soobin’s hips. "It’ll hurt."
Soobin arched into him, his pulse thundering where Yeonjun’s mouth hovered. "I don’t care," he whispered, his nails scraping down Yeonjun’s sweat-slicked back. "I want everyone to know who I belong to."
A shudder wracked Yeonjun’s frame at the words, his restraint snapping like a frayed thread. His growl vibrated through Soobin’s chest as he surged forward, teeth sinking into the omega’s scent gland with sudden, brutal precision.
Pain flared sharp and bright, then melted into something hotter, deeper, as Yeonjun’s bite locked into place, his tongue soothing the sting even as his canines pressed deeper.
Soobin cried out, his back bowing off the bed, his fingers scrambling for purchase on Yeonjun’s shoulders.
The alpha’s grip tightened, holding him immobile as his hips jerked forward one last time, spilling deep inside him with a groan muffled against Soobin’s skin.
The moment Yeonjun's teeth withdrew, Soobin gasped, half from the lingering sting, half from the sudden flood of sensation that followed. His fingertips fluttered to the tender mark, tracing the indents with shaky wonder.
The pain was already fading, replaced by a deep, throbbing heat that pulsed in time with his heartbeat, spreading through his veins like liquid fire.
Yeonjun watched him with hooded eyes, his lips glistening with a faint sheen of Soobin’s blood.
His chest heaved against Soobin’s, their sweat-slicked skin sticking where they touched. When he spoke, his voice was wrecked. "Still with me?"
Soobin nodded weakly, his lashes fluttering as aftershocks of pleasure trembled through him. The bite ached, but it was a good ache—one that settled deep in his bones, a claim he’d carry forever.
Yeonjun exhaled shakily, pressing a kiss to Soobin’s damp forehead before rolling them carefully onto their sides. His fingers traced the fresh mark, possessive even now.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his thumb brushing the delicate skin just beneath the bite. "Ruined me for anyone else."
Soobin shivered at the praise, pressing closer as Yeonjun’s arms tightened around him. The alpha’s scent enveloped him, spiced and rich, threaded now with something darker, something his.
Soobin’s fingers trembled as they traced the fresh bite mark on Yeonjun’s shoulder, his mirror to the alpha’s claim, uneven but perfect in its imperfection.
The scent of them mingled thick in the air, sweat and slick and something deeper, primal, the kind of musk that clung to sheets for days.
Yeonjun’s breath ghosted warm over Soobin’s temple, his arms a possessive weight around the omega’s waist. "Still hurts?" he murmured, fingertips brushing the mark on Soobin’s throat with a gentleness that belied the ferocity of minutes ago.
Soobin shook his head, pressing closer.
The sting had dulled to a low throb, but the weight of what it meant settled heavier. His mother’s voice whispered in his memory, only disgraced omegas bear visible marks, but Yeonjun’s lips against his forehead drowned it out.
"Good." Yeonjun’s palm slid down Soobin’s spine, pausing at the dip of his lower back where their combined release still glistened. His chuckle was rough with exhaustion. "You’re a mess, sweetheart."
Soobin flushed, thighs pressing together reflexively, but Yeonjun caught his wrist before he could shy away.
"Don’t," the alpha murmured, dragging Soobin’s fingertips through the dampness between his thighs. "I like seeing you like this. Wrecked. Mine."
Soobin traced the fresh bite mark with trembling fingers, the indentations still raised and tender beneath his touch.
The scent of them, spiced alpha musk and omega sweetness, hung thick in the air, clinging to their sweat-dampened skin. He turned his face into the crook of Yeonjun’s neck, inhaling deeply as the alpha’s arms tightened around him.
"I love you," he whispered against Yeonjun’s pulse, the words muffled but unmistakable.
The confession curled between them, fragile and warm, settling into the spaces where their bodies pressed together.
Yeonjun stilled for a heartbeat, his fingertips pausing their idle path along Soobin’s spine. Then he exhaled, slow and deliberate, his breath ruffling the omega’s tousled hair.
His palm slid up to cradle the back of Soobin’s head, guiding him gently back until their gazes met.
Moonlight pooled in Yeonjun’s dark eyes, softening the edges of his usual intensity. His thumb brushed the apple of Soobin’s cheek, swiping away an invisible tear that hadn’t fallen.
"And I love you," he murmured, the words rough with exhaustion but unwavering. "More than honor, more than breath." His lips quirked into a lazy, sated smile. "More than my own damned pride."
Soobin's breath hitched when Yeonjun's thumb brushed the fresh bite mark on his throat, the tender skin throbbing in time with his pulse.
The alpha's touch lingered there, possessive even in exhaustion, fingertips tracing the uneven edges of his claim with something akin to reverence.
Moonlight spilled across the tangled sheets, painting silver streaks over their sweat-slicked bodies where they lay entwined, legs tangled, breaths mingling, Yeonjun's softening cock still nestled between Soobin's thighs.
"Did I..." Yeonjun's voice roughened as he cleared his throat, his palm sliding down to press lightly against Soobin's lower belly. "Did I hurt you too much?" The question was barely above a whisper, his fingers flexing against the omega's skin as if he could absorb any lingering discomfort through touch alone.
Soobin shook his head, his lashes fluttering when Yeonjun's thumb brushed the underside of his breastbone.
"No," he murmured, pressing closer until their foreheads touched. His own fingers traced the matching bite on Yeonjun's shoulder, the mark uneven where his teeth had scraped in his desperation to claim what was already his. "It felt... right."
The admission hung between them, fragile and raw, until Yeonjun exhaled shakily and gathered him closer.
His lips pressed against Soobin's temple, lingering there as if imprinting the moment to memory.
"Your mother will see it," Yeonjun murmured against his skin, the words vibrating through where they touched. His grip tightened infinitesimally. "She'll know."
Soobin’s breath caught—not at the thought of his mother’s disapproval, but at the rough-edged possessiveness in Yeonjun’s tone. The alpha’s fingers flexed against his ribs, the unspoken challenge simmering beneath his touch.
"Let her see," Soobin whispered, tilting his head to expose the mark further, his pulse fluttering beneath the bruised skin.
The defiance tasted unfamiliar on his tongue, heady as summer wine.
Yeonjun’s exhale was sharp, surprised, before his lips curled into a feral grin. He pressed a kiss to the bite, tongue lapping at the tender edges.
"Brave little thing," he murmured, the words warm against damp skin. His teeth grazed the mark again, not quite biting, just enough to make Soobin shudder. "Wearing my claim like a crown."
The omega’s fingers tightened in Yeonjun’s hair, tugging lightly until the alpha lifted his head.
Moonlight caught the satisfied gleam in Yeonjun’s eyes, the primal pride that softened into something unbearably tender when Soobin traced the curve of his bottom lip.
"I want them all to know," Soobin admitted, the confession spilling out like a secret too long kept. His thumb pressed against Yeonjun’s canine, testing the sharpness that had marked him. "I want them to know I'm yours"
Yeonjun exhaled slowly, the tension seeping from his shoulders as he gathered Soobin against his chest. The omega went willingly, boneless with exhaustion, his cheek pressing against the damp heat of Yeonjun’s sternum.
The alpha’s lips brushed the crown of his head, once, twice, lingering there as if memorizing the scent of him, sweat-sweet and tangled with the musk of their joining.
"Sleep," Yeonjun murmured, his voice roughened at the edges, fingers carding through Soobin’s tousled hair. His thumb traced the shell of Soobin’s ear, the touch featherlight. "I’ll take care of everything."
Soobin’s lashes fluttered, too heavy to lift.
The promise settled warm in his chest, curling around his ribs like smoke from a dying hearth. His fingers flexed weakly against Yeonjun’s side, nails scraping over old scars before stilling.
The last thing he felt was Yeonjun’s breath stirring his hair, the alpha’s heartbeat steady beneath his ear, a rhythm to lull him into the quiet dark.