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HONGJOONG
Their mating ceremony takes place on a Wednesday.
There’s a large expanse cleared in the forest for them and some of the council members had taken great care to string fairy lights through all of the pine trees that stand guard around the altar that has been constructed for the wedding. Soft sage green accents, sunflowers, and white calla lilies adorn the table settings and chairs and it’s everything Hongjoong could have ever dreamed of. It looks like the forest wonderland his parents had described in the books they’d read him as a child.
Seonghwa looks positively devourable, standing shyly at the altar, eyes trained on Hongjoong.
They say the mandatory words before reading off some vows that had been carefully crafted by both sets of their parents. Hongjoong isn’t upset about it. He doesn’t want the whole audience to know every single vulnerable piece of affection he feels towards his Mate.
Finally, they get to kiss. He can barely see Wooyoung, Jongho, and Yeonsang’s knowing smirk, Mingi, San, and Yunho’s supportive grins, and his parents clapping in the background.
The night flies by in a blur, everyone coming up to congratulate them, unaware of the journey they’d gone over the past semester. Hongjoong almost finds it funny that he feels like a completely different person and yet, everyone is under the impression that everything is as it should be.
Wooyoung gives some cryptic speech that Hongjoong’s sure almost none of the guests comprehend, but he still manages to make more than half of them cry. Not to be outdone, Mingi and San stand right next to him, delivering their own amusing anecdotes about Seonghwa and Hongjoong as children and the guests laugh uproariously, no doubt most of them having witnessed the events firsthand.
Hongjoong wants nothing more than to steal away from the prying eyes of the Council. He’s already received several questions about his plans of action when he ascends into the seat and he’d really rather have just one night of bliss before dealing with all of the insistent coaching.
As if Seonghwa can read his mind, Hongjoong finds himself being tugged away by his new mate, deep into the forest where they had their first picnic together.
“What’s this?” He asks, hushed as he takes in the scene before him.
There’s the same soft pink picnic blanket splayed on the grass and atop it stands Hongjoong’s telescope.
“I know you’ve been weird about using it,” his omega says shyly. “So I thought we could try it out right now. I’m curious to look through it as well.”
Hongjoong tucks the sweet omega into his side, planting a kiss on his head. “How did I ever end up deserving you?” He whispers up to the night sky.
“Stop, or else I’ll cry again,” Seonghwa bats at him weakly. “C’mon, let’s go use your toy.”
“It’s not a toy,” Hongjoong grumbles. “It’s a very expensive piece of equipment that I’m not quite sure how you figured out how to acquire.”
He had done his research after staring at the elaborate box for what felt like days and sure enough, the telescope wasn't some inexpensive child’s toy that could be found at the local bargain bin. It seemed Seonghwa had truly done his research on all the different models and chosen the top of the line. Hongjoong can’t say he’s surprised, but he is a little overwhelmed by the gesture.
“Well, I want you to have one that lets you see the most stars and planets,” Seonghwa rationalizes.
“That’s not how it works,” Hongjoong mutters fondly, dropping another kiss on Seonghwa's head.
“It kind of is,” Seonghwa argues. “I had a very lengthy conversation with the shop owner.”
Hongjoong doesn’t doubt it.
Grasping Seonghwa's hand in his, he steps closer to the telescope, using his free hand to readjust it so it’s perfect for his height.
“If you wanna go to the Moon, I’ll take you to the Moon,” Seonghwa whispers from beside him. “I’m serious, Hongjoong.”
“I know, baby,” Hongjoong says to him. “I love you so much.”
When he first glances through the telescope, he almost weeps at the sight. He remembers the field trip they’d taken in elementary school, and the mock telescope that he’d spent far too many hours at, refusing to give any of the other kids a turn.
Now, he stands out in the forest, with the love of his life, and his very own telescope, staring up at the white-gold stars and planets that stare right back. He’s never felt more insignificant and special before.
They stay out there until their fingers grow cold from the night air and their presence at their own ceremony can no longer go unnoticed.
Shrouded in official cloaks, they’re given their blessing from the Council members and just like that, Hongjoong is officially the new Head Alpha and Seonghwa, the Head Omega.
The rush of power that he had dreamed about as a child doesn’t come. How could it be when Park Seonghwa stands next to him, hand in hand, an infinite light source that no one has a chance of overshadowing?
He doesn’t have that feeling of superiority and control that his father had promised, instead he only looks at the stars twinkling benevolently down at him, a stoic vow that that for as long as he rules the Council, he has the utmost duty of improving everyone’s quality of life.
Finally, they’re ushered into a special honeymoon suite tucked on the top floor of the Manor.
Seonghwa immediately runs towards the bed, bouncing on it like a child, before he’s on his knees, impatiently gesturing Hongjoong over.
Hongjoong takes a minute to admire his mate. The one who had stolen Wednesday’s so ruthlessly from beneath him and then gifted them back like it was nothing other than an old pair of socks. The only one who had the power to bring him to his knees and yet simultaneously pull him up.
He can’t help but smirk at the impatient look on his bratty mate’s face. “You wanna kiss me so bad, huh?”
If most people wore their hearts on their sleeve, Seonghwa wore his in his eyes. Hongjoong has seen it time and time again. A flicker of defiance when he’s screaming at him, a flash of mirth when Hongjoong makes him laugh. Hongjoong has always been able to read the omega like a book from his brilliant brown eyes.
The omega makes a grumbled noise of displeasure at the teasing but Hongjoong can see the adoration and devotion in his eyes, even as he puts on a pouty show.
Deciding not to irritate the omega further, Hongjoong strips out of his wedding suit, watching as Seonghwa does the same before he makes his way over to the California King-size bed.
He immediately ducks down to kiss his mate, rolling him under him so that he’s pinned to the mattress by Hongjoong.
The messy little omega looks positively untamed, his little chest heaving up and down saddled with ragged breaths as he strokes his hands possessively down Hongjoong’s chest.
He had been a little menace all day, screaming at the Manor staff and yelling at Wooyoung until everything was to his liking. And now Hongjoong has him all to himself.
“Do you want my knot, baby?” He asks.
“Yes, alpha,” Seonghwa whines needily. “Want it now.”
“Then behave,” Hongjoong admonishes him as he bites at his jaw punishingly.
“I always behave for you,” Seonghwa protests, and it’s not true at all, but Hongjoong has to kiss him on his cheek.
He kisses him until they both melt like honey, two beings gelled together for eternity, tangled up under the sheets, just like how Hongjoong knows Seonghwa adores.
“Will you be mine forever?” He whispers against Seonghwa's lips in nothing but the darkness of their room, and it feels a million times more serious than when Seonghwa had promised himself at the altar.
The omega clasps Hongjoong’s face in his hands, bringing him down for just one more kiss. “Always,” he promises, smiling against Hongjoong’s dimple while he caresses the other side of his face with his thumb.
Hongjoong has to bite back a victorious cry of relief, feeling so taken care of and loved by this little omega that cups his face. He kisses Seonghwa insistently, before taking his time running his hands all over the omega’s smooth skin.
There’s not a single imperfection on the omega’s body, and Hongjoong savours the smooth expanse of his chest, to the dip in his bellybutton, the curve of his hips, and width of his thighs.
“Most perfect omega,” he groans, sucking more bites and nips anywhere he can reach. “I will worship you forever. Because you are mine.”
“Yours,” Seonghwa breathes out.
He can’t resist thumbing and tweaking Seonghwa's nipples, alternating between biting them and fondling them until the omega thrashes beneath him, desperate for more. The pale, peachy skin turns to a flushed pink and he groans as Seonghwa bucks up underneath him, searching for friction.
He can smell the omega’s scent so vividly tonight, the maple sugar cinnamon swirling throughout the room and mingling with his own. The pleasure he receives from just the scent is enough to have him shifting his hips down to meet Seonghwa's, rutting hopelessly against his mate.
“Tastiest thing,” he worships at Seonghwa's skin. He’s always had an obsession with the omega’s tummy but tonight he takes extra care to stroke, bite, and lick at the soft skin.
“Touch me,” Seonghwa whines. “Please.”
Hongjoong tweaks his nipple again, squeezing and pulling the little nub until it turns puffy and swollen, matching Seonghwa's already raw-bitten lips. Then he’s surging over the omega, covering his entire body with his own.
“Enough,” he says. “Your pleasure is all mine tonight, little one. I make the decisions.”
“Yes, alpha,” Seonghwa gazes up at him through his eyelashes.
Hongjoong reattaches their mouths in a searing kiss for the obedience, pulling moan after moan from the omega. Seonghwa has gone completely pliant, letting Hongjoong take and take as he gives unconditionally.
He can feel the slick leaking down Seonghwa's legs and trickling on to his own thighs and he knows it’s time. As he positions himself, Seonghwa starts to squirm, thrashing around as he demands attention.
Hongjoong slaps at his thigh gently. “I said behave,” he warns, watching as Seonghwa immediately stills.
He enters Seonghwa in one fluid thrust, moaning as the omega drops his head back against the headboard and wails in pleasure. Hongjoong lifts up his leg, draping over his shoulder so he can begin to drive deep into Seonghwa, eliciting each wisp of ecstasy from his mate.
“Feel so good,” Seonghwa manages to gasp out as he circles his hips and grinds down on Hongjoong’s cock.
“Thank you baby,” Hongjoong leans forward to kiss the omega, making a mess of both of them.
It feels like time transcends them as he fucks Seonghwa, laying all his love and adoration on the other boy.
That night, when he presses a forever bite onto the column of Seonghwa's throat, all he feels is a sense of privilege that the spectacular omega beneath him has chosen him too, even if it took them a little longer to get there.
He can’t wait for a lifetime of them.
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