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The lecture bounces over his head. 

Not because he’s dumb, contrary to popular belief, but because he hates this professor’s voice. The reedy droning quality of it grates against his sensitive auditory nerves. So whenever he has this teacher’s class he either zones out with earbuds stuffed deep in his ears or takes a nap at the very back of the classroom. He’s doing the former today when his phone buzzes. 

He’s practically yanked back to good green earth when he reads the name who’s messaged him. 

Wow. 

Okay. 

Relax. 

Mr. Kim 🖤 

Would you like to come over today? 

I’m free this evening

Sunghoon quickly shakes his brain awake and jogs it for an inventory of his schedule today. He has just one more class this afternoon and then he’s free. Great. 

Yeah, sure

Want me to bring something for you, Sunghoon? 

His eyes remain glued to his name on the screen typed by Kim Sunoo as he types his reply. One trembling thumb hovers over the send button. Fuck it, he hits send. He’s been craving them ever since he ate them for the first time. 

Tiramisu cake pops, please

Hmm...anything else? 

Don’t be shy

No, just those, thank you 

Are you in class rn?

....Yeah

Shouldn’t you be paying attention to 

your class instead of texting me?

‘Texting you is more important’ he types on hot impulse but hastily deletes right after. Only to send a plain –

It’s boring

I see....

You know my passcode. 

Get in, freshen up and wait for me, okay? 

And by wait I mean, you will wait

Am I understood, Sunghoon? 

Sunghoon swallows, palms sweating and cock twitching. 

Yes, sir

Hmm okay. 

Good boy. 

Now pay attention to your class. 

“Fuck,” he curses under his breath, head dropping on the desk. How is he going to wait till Mr. Kim comes home when he’s getting hard right here at the mere thought of that rich smooth voice calling him a ‘good boy’? 

“What happened?” 

Sunghoon lifts his head and blinks at Yang Jungwon, hoping to every God he isn’t blushing to the tips of his ears (he is). 

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, more to shake away the filthy thoughts rapidly filling his mind. 

“You look flushed.”

“No, really, I’m fine.”

“Oh okay. Then....” Jungwon trails off, chewing on the end of his pen. He’s cute when he does that or rather cute in general (Sunghoon isn’t blind) but he isn’t exactly Sunghoon’s type. 

Jungwon’s too.....docile? With his big kitten eyes and pink lips and little giggles. The typical omega. 

Sunghoon isn’t into typical. 

Besides, Park Jongseong from Business Management already has the hots for him so Sunghoon would rather not come in the other alpha’s way. 

“Then?” he prompts with a forced smile. 

“Then – uh – would you like to come to the karaoke with us after classes? Jake’s coming too!” Jungwon adds as an incentive but Sunghoon has a bigger prize promised to him somewhere else. 

“Ah, I’d love to come but I have to visit my mother today,” and for those who don’t know the full of it, it’s not really a lie. He was supposed to meet his mother today but she bailed on him at the last minute so....

“I see...” Jungwon’s shoulders slump but he shoots Sunghoon a sweet smile nonetheless. “I hope you have a great time with your mom!”

Oh I will. 

////

The penthouse is as pristine and lavish as the last time and the time before that and before that. This is his fifth visit here and each time he hopes it isn’t his last. 

Sunghoon dumps his bag carelessly at the foot of the crystal coffee table and heads straight for the shower. 

He examines himself in the full body mirror in the bathroom and flexes his muscles and abs with a satisfied smirk. He’s been working out a little harder lately and even started drinking protein shakes. The taste sucks but the results are beyond satisfactory. Mr. Kim never says it aloud but Sunghoon has noticed how fond he is of his ripped muscles, especially when they're cuddling after their playtime. 

Mr. Kim has a habit of sinking his nails into Sunghoon's thick, alabaster biceps till there are stinging red marks that take days to heal. 

He traces the network of sapphire veins up his arms as he lathers himself with the organic body wash that smells of pine and eucalyptus. 

If his father were to ever find out that he has grown accustomed to such costly high quality products - body wash, face wash, body scrub, body oil, body butter, body lotion, shampoos and conditioners and serums and colognes and whatnot - then he would throw the biggest hissy fit. At home he's always used those cheap all in one products that both him and his dad shared until he landed himself here in this luxurious heaven. 

Mr. Kim always smells divine - of peach milk and white roses. Especially that delicious ass of his that tastes like apple candy. Sunghoon could spend hours worshiping and plunging himself deep into that part alone. Always so soft and pink and sopping wet for him to spread it and burrow his face into that moist heat....

“ Mmngh ...” an impatient groan slips past his lips, both hands plastered on the condensing tiles to keep them from sliding down and taking hold of his steadily filling cock. God, give him patience. 

He lowers the temperature of the water and finishes up faster than intended. 

There's a separate section for him in a corner of the walk-in closet with basic articles and clothing that suit his taste perfectly. He towels his hair and debates a little before drowning himself into the sea of garments that belongs to Mr. Kim. 

Sunghoon sighs, the towel dropping from his limp hands. He could very well sleep here, surrounded by the older omega's posh scent and his fine silky robes and blouses that feel like gentle whispers on his skin. A motherly caress. 

We should go shopping sometimes, you'd look very handsome in dress shirts.

Dress shirts are…..I never have occasions that require wearing dress shirts. And I've stopped going to the church so -

I said you'd look good in them. I'd like to see you in them. Is that not reason enough for you to wear them, Sunghoon-ah? 

Well…fine, whatever makes you happy. 

Sunghoon smiles softly thinking about that conversation, that hint of a pout on Mr. Kim's lips, his persistent desire to dote on Sunghoon and think of ways to spend his hard earned money like water on the young alpha just because he can. And he does - even when Sunghoon politely refuses sometimes. It's not that Sunghoon doesn't enjoy it but deep down he can't help but feel a little guilty for splurging on luxuries that don't really belong to him. 

But then Mr. Kim would run his fingers through Sunghoon’s hair, tug him closer by the strands and call him - ‘ my pretty little puppy’ and that ‘ good boys don't say no, remember? Aren't you a good boy for me, Hoonie?”

Sunghoon groans again, rubbing his cheek on an ironed silk shirt. It smells of a mixture of Mr. Kim's Dior perfume, his sweet fruity omega scent and the fabric softener. He's beginning to get harder. He bites back on another needy moan and reluctantly drags himself out of the closet. If he stays there any longer he will end up breaking one of their rules: 

No touching yourself unless given permission. 

Mr. Kim isn't here to grant him permission so he must refrain from even indulging in such thoughts. Well, he could - he could jerk off right here, bathed in the omega's mouth-watering essence, pop a knot into his fist and cum all over these fine clothes. The most he will get is a light punishment from Mr. Kim - nothing Sunghoon can't handle - because the omega is kind and soft at heart despite his untouchable outward demeanor. 

Nonetheless, Sunghoon doesn't want to take advantage of his leniency. He really wants to be a good boy for Mr. Kim. 

Exhaling a deep breath and stealing his resolve, he walks back into the bedroom and opens one of the drawers in the nightstand. 

He pulls out the sleek leather collar with his name tag on it. He'd been a little….unsure about it the first time Mr. Kim had suggested he wear it. It's quite simple in design, not much different from a pet dog’s - plain but good quality leather in a black strap with a thick small platinum buckle engraved with his name on it that digs into his throat everytime he wears it. 

So cute, Mr. Kim had smiled that rare warm smile of his after clasping the collar around Sunghoon’s neck for the very first time, straight out of its velvet case. Sunghoon had felt slightly uncomfortable then, the leather too snug around his neck, the metal buckle pressing deep into his skin. Should it be a bit tighter and he'd have trouble breathing. 

Gradually, however, he got used to it, used to the restrain. The submission. The mindlessness. The pleasant nothingness.

And the leash. 

Oh and this too - Sunghoon swallows dryly as his hand rests on the several familiar metallic objects. Cool under his hot touch. He's already hard, this is going to hurt. 

////

Sunoo enters through the front door and is immediately bombarded with the intense swimming scent of his aroused little puppy. His hole clenches and cock throbs in his trousers. 

He wonders if Sunghoon obeyed and stayed away from touching himself. He usually does listen to whatever he asks of him, he's good and compliant like that. But Sunoo must still make sure and maybe punish him if he's been a bad boy….

Sunghoon's whine echoes through as soon as he opens the door - His fuzzy dog ears perked up, snowy tail lying fat and fluffy on the dark silk sheets as he stares guilelessly at the door with big shining waiting eyes. 

“Oh Hoonie,” Sunoo croons and takes off his coat, dropping it carelessly on a chair. “Have you been waiting long, sweetie?” he says and watches in immense satisfaction as Sunghoon crawls on all fours towards him to the edge of the bed, nose flaring to inhale Sunoo's scent hungrily. He looks up at Sunoo with his cheeks flushed pink, tongue lolling out and eyes glassy with dumb need. 

Sunoo glances down at the puppy’s knot locked nice and secure in a cage, his collar tight around his throat. 

“Have you been a good boy?” he asks in a low gentle voice and gives his soft thick hair a thorough ruffle. 

Sunghoon shivers and leans into his tender touch, eager but patient. He really is such a good boy for Sunoo. Sunoo's trained him well after all. 

“Well, don't you deserve a treat in that case?” Sunoo leans down so that their faces are inches apart. Sunghoon pants at the mere mention of a treat. His eyes close in anticipation and if his tail was real it would surely be wagging madly. 

Sunoo takes a hold of his leash and gives it a tug till he's off the bed and on the floor. The chains make mild rattling sounds in the otherwise silent room save for Sunghoon’s quiet whimpers and heavy breathing. 

He places a hand on his puppy's head with a look that says, Stay, and unzips his fly with the other. Sunghoon nuzzles his hand and licks his fingers in excitement. Sunoo takes a firm fistful of his hair and gives it a restraining pull in punishment to wait . 

Freeing his smooth hard cock from the confines of his tailored trousers, he brings Sunghoon's face closer to the pink tip. 

“Here's your treat,” he says, relaxing his grip on the hair, “since you've been a good puppy.”

He won't scratch and caress his scalp yet even though they both want it. His pet will have to earn it. 

Sunghoon shuffles closer on his knees and plants his paws on either side of Sunoo's two feet. 

The view from up here is so perfectly lewd it's making Sunoo feral. And wet. His slick will soon drench past his panty and soil his trousers. 

While Sunghoon slobbers over the engorged head of his generously dripping cock, Sunoo leans back and admires through half lidded eyes - that small but cute ass plugged tight with the long furry tail, firm muscled thighs spread wide, hard toned back flexing with each bob of his puppy’s head over his dick. His bulging biceps and arms rippling as he holds himself up on all fours like a true animal. His pillowy pecs glisten with sweat and two pink nipples peek at Sunoo. And that sweet little knot caged, dangling uselessly until Sunoo inserts the key and sets it free. 

Park Sunghoon is not your usual alpha. He's a breathing, walking, downright obscene dream spelled into existence just for an omega like Kim Sunoo. 

“You're making such a mess, Hoon,” he clicks his tongue and drags the pup’s head off his dick. 

Sunghoon drools and pants harder than before the second he's deprived of cock, tongue lolled out and dribbling spit down his chin and seeping under his leather collar. His nose flares as he whines and nuzzles Sunoo's clothed thigh, ruining the thousands dollar fabric within seconds. 

“Bad boy,” Sunoo pronounces with a displeased firmness that has Sunghoon shrinking under his glare. He lifts a leg and pushes the needy little dog away. His heeled boot presses into the boy's broad chest as he whimpers and shuffles away from the omega. He flops onto his back, rubbing his face and heels on the fur carpet, pupils big and round, staring greedily at Sunoo. 

Pet me, mommy, please - his docile expression says. 

“No, I won't give you belly rubs until you behave well,” Sunoo rolls his eyes and gets off the armchair to change into something more comfortable. 

He doesn't actually mind Sunghoon ruining his expensive clothing, oh not at all. Sunghoon could piss all over his wardrobe and Sunoo wouldn't bat an eye. It's just that he reeks of the outside right now, the scent of other alphas and omegas clinging to his skin and he doesn't want Sunghoon sniffing others on him. He may be a submissive alpha but he's an alpha no less. He's bound to be possessive even though he might not complain verbally; even though Sunoo isn't really his to be possessive over to begin with. Regardless, Sunoo doesn't like putting the boy through that. 

He won't say it out loud but he's quite fond of his puppy despite how overexcited and stupid he can be sometimes. 

“Stay here,” he says, softer this time, lips twitching into an almost smile when Sunghoon rolls over and rubs up his leg, gnawing on his wool trousers and growling at the foreign scents of his office still lingering on the fabric. “Stop that,” he shakes his leg free and crouches down with a stern look down at the pup. Sunghoon blinks playfully, butting his head against Sunoo's chin and licking a fat swathe up his face up to his hairline. 

His smile breaks out despite his best efforts to contain it. He ruffles Sunghoon’s lush dark hair, eyes squeezing shut as his oversized puppy licks him eagerly, vibrating with need and affection. 

“Enough! Eugh, that's enough, stop,” he laughs, pushing Sunghoon away with both hands on his jaw. “Behave,” he mutters, “if you keep this up I'll have to put a muzzle on you. Do you want that?” 

The playful sheen in Sunghoon’s big chocolate eyes dims at that and he lowers himself to the ground, resting his chin on his paws, looking up with the overflowing urge to please. To be good. To be obedient. Tamed. 

Sunoo hides a proud smirk and stands up. 

“Stay like that. Don't move and don't touch yourself or I'll get very mad, okay, Hoonie? You'll be a good puppy for me while I quickly freshen up, won't you, darling?”

Sunghoon nods immediately, tufty ears twitching and tail lying still and flat on the rug. 

*

Sunoo gives his reflection a quick once over in the mirror. His long wine red hair reaches past his collarbones and loopy locks fall into his eyes, framing his small symmetrical face. He grabs a long hairpin from the mirror cabinet and ties his hair up in a small neat bun. He wonders what Sunghoon must be doing. 

His cherry lips glisten under the ceiling light as he smirks at his striking reflection in the mirror. 

He should return to his pet. The poor thing has been waiting for hours after all. 

When he enters the bedroom and beholds the sight on the bed, he isn't quite surprised. 

His not-so-little puppy is having the time of his life, humping away on a pillow - panting and growling low in his chest, tongue out and eyes rolled shut. Tails tucked between his legs. 

“So you chose to disobey me after all?” he clicks his tongue and pulls out a silk night robe from the closet and shrugs it on. 

Sunghoon goes instantly still and quiet, hugging the pillow to his chest like a life-size plushie. He knows what's going to come next, it's written in the deceptively innocent glint in his eyes. 

“If you wanted to fuck a pillow then why come here?” Sunoo gives him an admonishing raise of his eyebrows as he retrieves a few essentials from the shelf. 

It's playtime. 

*

“T-Three -”

Smack! 

“I didn't hear you, boy. Louder.”

“Three - AHH AH-HA! -”

Slap! 

“F-Four…. ngh - mommy hurts -” his puppy whimpers pathetically, face blotchy and scrunched in mild pain. Not crying yet. He will soon. 

“Does it?” Sunoo coos and grazes the leather paddle over the boy's heavy pink balls in a soothing manner. “Should have thought about that before disobeying me, shouldn't you?”

He traces Sunghoon’s trembling bottom lip with a thumb before sliding it over his silky tongue. The sweet little thing trembles with anticipation for more as he sucks and nibbles on Sunoo's slender thumb. 

Smack! 

“F-Five,” Sunghoon mumbles around the digit in his mouth, eyes squeezing shut at the impact. Tears pooling at the corners. He's not there. Sunoo needs him sobbing crying shitting tears. 

“Fucking mutt,” the paddle cracks down again - 

And -

“Can't take orders for two seconds,” -

- Again . 

“Six! - sorry mommy - s-s-seven - ah! ah! ah! - sorry! - I'll be good I'll be go - FUCK! - EIGHT - sorry!” Sunghoon cries, loud and keening, head thrown back, body wound tight. Tears finally stream down his temples and into the pillow. 

That's better. 

Sunoo had almost tied a blindfold on him too but today he wants to see his pet crying and those beautiful cocoa eyes wet and welling with unstoppable tears. 

“You wanna be good?” Sunoo pauses the paddle in the air, giving him a small breather. “Hmm?”

Sunghoon sniffles and nods furiously, white furry ears flopping at the motion. His hands, tied tight to the headboard, clench and unclench above his head. Big glassy eyes sparkle with tears, red around the edges and lashes damp and clumped. So pretty. So cute. 

So naughty. Must be taught a lesson. 

The more he cries and screams with each hit the wetter Sunoo gets. He grinds his dripping hole over Hoonie's heaving chest, smearing the boy's porcelain skin with his slick. 

“You've been such a bad doggie,” taking a fistful of dark hair, Sunoo spits into his flushed face. “I don't believe you.”

“I - I won't do it again,” Sunghoon hiccups, “Promise, mommy, promise, I won't, I'll be good -”

“So you admit you've been a bad boy?” Sunoo sneers, pulling on his hair in a harsher grip. 

Sunghoon goes lax, tongue lolling out and hips humping the air uselessly, searching for the paddle - for any contact, friction, even if it's pain - so fucking needy. 

“I've been a bad fucking boy, mommy,” the brat groans then hisses when Sunoo slaps him sharp across the face. 

“Mind your tongue.”

Sunoo glares down at him, at the flash of cockiness that never truly diminishes no matter how hard Sunoo goes on him or how deep into the play he is. It's unbearably hot. It turns Sunoo on like crazy, unlocks those feral deep pits of his psyche that he keeps in check during the day. His hole gushes a fresh ton of slick and pushes him to ruin his puppy even more. 

The ninth and tenth spank land the hardest on Sunghoon's poor stinging balls and caged little cock. Such that he's howling and screaming into the pillow, biting into it and making a pitiful mess of himself. 

Sunoo hates weak people - and people who cry needlessly at the smallest inconvenience. Especially omegas. He despises omegas who have tears sitting on their lashline ready to spill over 24/7. 

But alphas? The more pathetic the better. He loves when strong alphas with their mountain-like bodies, sky scraping egos and pumped biceps and broad shoulders lick his dainty foot and bow their heads low - lower - lowest for a ‘delicate’ omega like him. Because he has the power and the money and it's a divine feeling. 

Sunghoon shouldn't be much different surely? He fits the above description quite well, yes,  but not entirely. He doesn't submit to Sunoo for the money even though it's part of the deal. He does because he simply wants to, because it makes him hot and hard. It loosens those knots in his mind that are a result of years of neglect as a child. Because his mother doesn't give a fuck about him. 

Because Sunoo can give him everything he's ever wanted. 

Sunoo swore never to bear children for an alpha, the thought is frankly sickening. Restricting. Against his ideals. Instead he gets off on a 22 year old pretty boy calling him mommy and shouting his name for mercy. 

Isn't that infinitely better? 

It is, you should try and see that it is. 

“We've just started,” he murmurs, turning Sunghoon's face off the pillow, “chin up, darling.”

Sunghoon leans into his briefly caressing hand like the touch starved doggie that he is, squirming and panting. A low growling whine building in his throat. Sunoo genuinely feels bad for the boy - sorry little thing. 

Sunoo could adopt him if he wanted but that would ruin the whole purpose of their arrangement. People finding out that he has a penchant for riding the living hell out of his adopted son wouldn't look good on his sophisticated image in society. Besides, he isn't too fond of taking responsibility for other humans. Not permanently and definitely not legally. This will have to do. 

Loosening his night robe he draws it open to reveal his cock that stands tall and hard; it never really went down since the moment he entered the bedroom. His dick is nowhere close to an alpha's knot but still quite big for an omega. Caused him quite a bit of problems in his youth. Fucking an omega who didn't have a tiny cocklette which they could laud over but a cock that's only a few inches smaller than theirs didn't suit their inflated alpha superiority complex on the best of days. 

Sunoo has never been more grateful for sex toys ever since. 

Until he found his perfect walking talking boy toy to play with and fill him up with his tamed seed. 

“You didn't get to suck me properly earlier,” he shuffles forward on his knees till he's hovering over Sunghoon's waiting face. “Go on, have it, you must be hungry,” he ruffles the younger's hair and slaps his wet red cheeks with his hard length. 

Sunghoon flinches but opens his mouth instantly, licking at the tip that smears pre cum across his supple lips and hungry tongue. 

“Easy, boy, it's not going anywhere,” Sunoo chuckles at his eagerness and pushes into that warm wetness. A prolonged groan drags out of his mouth, head tilting back, eyes slipping closed. Blindly, he rocks his hips, riding that sweet handsome face with abandon. Hands gripping fluffy hair, ears flooding with quiet gurgling and gagging sounds, slick sloppy sounds - fuck yes, harder, tighter, ah so good - such a good puppy, taking mommy's cock so well -

“Mhmm,” he hisses through his teeth when his balls hit Sunghoon's chin with each thrust. His slick oozing out of his clenching hole and sliding down Sunghoon’s neck in strings of thick honey. 

Just when he's about to finish he pulls out and paints that handsome face with his cum, splattering over swollen lips and pink tear stained cheeks. 

Sunghoon blinks rapidly at the sticky fluid hitting his lashes and releases a broken whine with his mouth open wide and tongue hanging out. 

“Like mommy's milk, don't you, Hoonie?” Sunoo grins at his dumb messy face, “Is it sweet?” lips stretching wider when his puppy nods and leans up to lick his wet tip clean. 

Slowly and steadily losing his mind, Sunoo smears his cum all over that flawless face till it's glistening and covered in his spent. 

“Let's get your tiny little cock out of the cage now, shall we?” he lands a light smack on his sticky cheek and grabs him by the jaw. 

The things he wants to do to this stupid horny thing concern him when he ponders over them with a clearer head. But a small sly voice always counters his thoughts with - your pet would like - no, love - whatever filth you're contemplating. He's just as sick as you are. Be greedy. Merciless. Shameless. Selfish. Mean. 

Sadistic. 

Sunghoon visibly shivers and sobs at the mere mention of getting his aching cock free to be used. 

A flame sparks bright and Sunoo lights the cigarette held between his teeth. 

The cock, which is neither tiny nor little by any means, throbs inside him like it has a pulse of its own. His puppy whimpers and quivers with the maddening urgency to thrust up into his tight wet heat. 

Taking a long lazy puff of the cigarette, the omega leans back on a palm and grinds his hips in slow torturous circles. 

“F-Fuck! - please - m-mommy pleaseee - ”

“Language,” he admonishes, halting his movements and clenching down hard. “Good doggies don't curse.” Hard enough for Sunghoon to gasp and go completely still. 

A thick hot jet of cum fills Sunoo straight into his infertile womb. 

Laughable. 

Couldn't even last ten seconds.  

He shakes his head with a low derisive chuckle and removes the cigarette from between his lips. He leans down to blow the pearly white smoke into Sunghoon's dirty blissed out face. 

“Like mommy's cunt that much, do you?” He traces the young alpha's parted lips. Lips that purse and pout in discomfort when Sunoo continues to tighten his hole around the base of the still spurting cock, preventing the knot from swelling. 

Sunghoon makes a breathy, squeaky sound at the overstimulation, bucking and rotating his hips aimlessly, unable to decide whether to free himself from that vice-like grip or keep himself lodged inside that slick silky channel. 

“I - ah - gonna melt,” the poor thing weeps, chin wobbling and tears flowing, cheeks pink like ripe peaches and lips red and swollen. A perfection that needs to be ruined and emasculated. 

That's what Sunghoon craves deep down even though he won't ask for it out loud. 

Sunoo inhales a long puff of his cigarette, presses a palm on the alpha's thigh behind himself and lifts his hips. 

“Better?” he smirks, stopping when just the tip is inside his dripping entrance. His back arched and eyes blazing as they peer down at his pet. The pretty alpha is gasping for air, eyes gone and glassy, drunk. Drunk on Sunoo's hole, his scent, his pheromones, his very presence. 

His power. 

“Yes, t-thank you,” Sunghoon stutters out, biting hard on his bottom lips to keep any further sounds that would add to his humiliation. 

With a slow smoky exhale, Sunoo falls back on the hardening cock, head tilting to the side in startling pleasure. 

Steadily, he builds a languorous rhythm as he rides his whimpering moaning puppy. See? His very own dildo. 

“Feel good?” he asks, voice slightly strained from building ecstasy. 

Sunghoon nods like the obedient dog that he is, despite being completely out of his mind and body. His tongue hangs out when Sunoo gets closer, panting for something - anything - to fill his mouth, occupy his lips. 

“Puppy wants a kiss?” Sunoo purrs, removing the near burnt out cigarette and dusting the ashes on his cum crusted face. “But you're so dirty right now….” 

Brows scrunching in absolute devastation, Sunghoon aggressively wipes his face and lips on the pillow to clean himself since his hands are tied. However, his actions mess up his cute face even more, causing Sunoo to bite back an amused grin. 

“So fucking needy,” he tsks, “what do I do with you?” he pouts in faux consideration. 

“Please, mommy, please, I'll be good,” Sunghoon swears, leaning up, desperate for that kiss, that contact. That touch. 

Sunoo pretends to think as he enjoys the view for a good few seconds, enjoys the lewd sounds of his hips and ass bouncing with each downward thrust. 

“You won't disobey me again?” he croons sweetly, stubbing the cigarette into his leather collar, a breath away from his red tinged skin. Sunoo can never muster the heart to actually hurt him in ways they haven't already agreed on. 

Sunghoon shakes his head hard enough to make himself dizzy, hair flying and furry ears flapping madly. 

Melting at the adorable sight, Sunoo grabs him by the disheveled hair and mashes their lips together at last. 

. 

. 

.

. 

Park Sunghoon isn't….Park Sunghoon right now. 

He's just a little puppy, a good boy, an obedient doggie who listens to everything mommy says. 

He's bad and dumb and can't do anything right. That's why he's getting punished. 

But - it feels so good!…..So hot and tight and wet like he's drowning in a pool of charged lava and enjoying every second of it. 

“Like it, Hoonie?” mommy pants hotly in his ears as she he rides Hoonie’s cock, bouncing up and down and making Hoonie feel like he's in heaven. He's floating. Not a thought behind his glassy black irises. The gorgeous vision of the omega riding his cock swims before his eyes like a mirage in a desert. 

“Mommy's pussy feels good, right?”

“ Ngh ,” he makes a skittish sound and goes very still, afraid of disturbing mommy's flow. He is not to do anything, just lay back and take it like a good boy and mommy will praise him and reward him well if he only does as he is told. Let himself be used. That's all he's good for. Just a tool for mommy's pleasure. He's nothing! His pleasure doesn't matter, his hurt or comfort is not something worthy of consideration. 

But mommy is too nice, too generous, whispering sweet filthy things in Hoonie's ears, telling him that he's the best puppy there is, mommy's so proud of him, he deserves all the treats in the world, all the head pats and belly rubs, gripping his cock so silky soft, feels so - mmmm - 

Hoonie knows he's being bad again but he can't help it - he thrusts up into the warm sloppy hole. He just - he just couldn't control it, honest! He tried but his hips have a mind of their own. 

He buries his face into the pillow and braces himself for the hit, the slap which he rightfully deserves. His cock throbbing and leaking at the thought. 

“You're just a mutt after all, aren't you,” mommy chuckles darkly and brushes the hair matted to his forehead. “Go on then, fuck me.”

He doesn't need to be told twice and starts snapping his hips in rapid stilted thrusts. Unruly and eager, something bubbling and churning in his belly, eyes rolling back. 

Soft gentle hands flutter down his chest, peaked nipples, and settle on his tummy, fingers giving teasing rubs, nails scratching down hard abs. 

And just like that Hoonie cums, releasing himself inside mommy's hole with a primal groan, body wracking with orgasmic jitters. 

He huffs and pants ragged and loud, hips still moving, whining low in his throat as his dick swells. Hurts. 

“Shhh,” that sweet voice consoles him, hands still rubbing his flexing belly. “You did so well, sweetie. You were such a good puppy for me, my love.”

With those words swirling like enchanted liquid in the hollow of his skull, his eyes slip close. 

/////

“Good?” Sunoo asks, looking up from his emails to check for Sunghoon's response. 

Sunghoon nods. “Good,” he says through a mouthful of cake. He's sitting on the other side of the bed with the box of tiramisu cake pops on his lap. One in his mouth, one ready in his hand. His hair is wet from the warm bath they shared minutes ago, his nose and the rims of his eyes are red from crying and his skin flushed a soft peachy pink apart from the glaring bruises and scratches. The collar remains snug around his throat even now. 

Handsome. 

Let me put some ointment on you, Sunghoon. 

No, uh, it doesn't hurt, Mr. Kim, it's fine, please don't. 

He agreed to an ice pack, however, which sits between his legs right now, pressed to his naked crotch. 

Sunoo hides a small fond smile behind the screen of his phone, wondering how the boy is sitting and eating with a straight face while he still must be hurting in several places. 

Probably something to do with the ‘alphas are too strong to feel pain’ mentality or whatever such rot. 

“I remember you telling me that you have a date with your mother scheduled for today. What happened to that?”

“She cancelled on me,” Sunghoon responds without missing a beat. He opens the case of Ferrero Rochers with a whole cake pop tucked inside his cheek. “As always.”

“Why?” Sunoo frowns, noting the way the younger struggles to keep his face blank and his eyes firmly on the sweets. 

It's a new excuse every time from his mother, Sunoo is curious to know what it is this time. 

“It's wedding season, she said,” Sunghoon snorts, chewing one half of the cake pop and a half of the chocolate sphere till his mouth is stuffed full on both sides like a chipmunk. “The pressure at the boutique is very high. So - she's busy. Doesn't have time. Can't see me.” If his voice cracks it would be hard to tell with all that filling his mouth. 

Sunoo's chest constricts on hearing that. Deny being a mother as he may, he's still an omega at the core and hearing another omega neglect her only child in such a manner boils his blood despite himself. 

“I see…..Come here.”

Sunghoon’s head snaps up and he blinks at Sunoo with chocolate smeared at the corner of his mouth. Unsure. Surprised? He shouldn't be, they've cuddled before. Ah, but Sunoo has never shown such palpable softness in his tone before. 

Gathering all the scattered goodies in his hands, Sunghoon scoots over and between Sunoo's spread wide legs to lean his head against his chest. 

Sunoo sighs at the pleasantness of the boy reclining his bigger body on him and sinks the fingers of his hand, which isn't holding the phone, into lush dark tufts of the young alpha's hair. Then he resumes checking his emails while Sunghoon quietly munches on his hard earned treats. 

He's typing a quick formal reply when he feels eyes on his face, staring up with unspoken intensity. 

“Want some?” Sunghoon offers softly, holding up a half bitten chocolate truffle. 

Looking down, the omega blinks at the cross section filled with bits of almonds and rice crispies all held together with melting chocolate. Teeth marks that glisten with a sheen of saliva. 

Sunoo swallows and dips his gaze into soft pools of warm coffee brimming with such open tenderness and need for attention. 

“I bought these for you,” he whispers, voice catching slightly. His hand leaves Sunghoon’s hair and slides down, grazing his knuckles across the boy's jaw that twitches under his touch. 

“Can't I share? I've never had anyone to share sweets with,” Sunghoon smiles wryly up at him. His lips part wider on reflex to take in Sunoo's travelling index finger, biting on his manicured nail. 

Sunoo sets his phone aside and leans down to take a small bite of the truffle. As expected, that was a bad idea. Now he wants more. Not of chocolates, no. More of….

Sunghoon's heavy breaths fill the silence as he shifts and turns in the small cradle of Sunoo's thighs. He takes a bite as well, right at the spot Sunoo's teeth had sunk in. Then offers the remaining bit to Sunoo again. This time Sunoo opens his mouth readily and accepts it whole. 

As he chews, he's conscious of the way Sunghoon licks his lips, gaze latched on Sunoo's. Tactless and openly admiring. So fucking cute. 

“Cute,” he hears the younger echo his thought with a dry chuckle, his head flopping back on Sunoo's chest. 

“You think I'm cute?” Sunoo smirks down at his boy, oddly amused. It's been ages since someone has called him that. Cute. He's worked hard to shed off that personality after all, over the years. Guess he didn't do a thorough job of it. 

“Sometimes,” Sunghoon nods, reaching up to play with his long red hair that has fallen loose from its tie, creating a fiery curtain around their heads. “I - you're,” he struggles or rather hesitates, appearing a little dazed. Drunk on Sunoo's bittersweet scent and heady pheromones that fill the bubble they're huddled in. 

“Hm?” Sunoo prompts, gently scratching the underside of his chin. Sunghoon's whole body shivers, eyes slipping close. “What am I? -”

He's cut off by a sweet mouth pressing flush onto his. Coffee and cream cheese, chocolate and salted caramel. Sunoo also tastes a bit of himself in the mix. 

Sunghoon kisses him the way he submits - full with the need to please but more importantly - the need to receive every little reaction with an adorable greed that swells Sunoo's heart and hole. Full with the need to be good. He pulls away too soon to gauge Sunoo's reaction, his validation, wide eyed and pink cheeked. To be better. To learn.

To satisfy Sunoo in every way he couldn't satisfy his own mother. 

Sunoo's lips tug into a smile, “You can kiss me, you know?” He pulls the boy closer with a hand on his warm nape till their noses brush. 

The young alpha stares at his smiling mouth as if it's an object of study, a strange phenomena he must learn and understand everything about. 

“Mr. Kim,” his voice is wispy and shaky, small. 

“Yes, darling?”

Sunghoon makes a strangled sound through his nose upon hearing that and gets embarrassed right after. 

Sunoo's smile widens, sharpens. 

“What is it, darling,” he purrs, drawing out the endearment in torturous measures. Sunghoon’s eyebrows scrunch downward, chest heaving, his flush darkening and spreading steadily down his neck and broad shoulders. 

“Mr. Kim….”

“Yes, love.”

“Fuck,” he curses, head dipping forward, mouth open as it grazes Sunoo's pulse - his scent glands. He sucks in a greedy inhale of Sunoo's scent. 

“Mr. Kim….”

Sunoo hums and idly tilts his head back to allow Sunghoon more space, his fingers running rewarding little circles across his scalp. The boy goes boneless and melts all over his smaller form. His face tucked in the crook of Sunoo's neck, arms wrapped tight around his waist underneath the silk robe. 

He allows himself to be held, to be used as a personal plushie for a grown alpha of 22. 

“Do you have somewhere to be? Will you be leaving in a while?” Sunghoon speaks after a brief comfortable silence. He fixes Sunoo with that long hopeful look again that renders Sunoo too soft for his own good. 

“No,” he shakes his head, giving the younger’s bicep a playful squeeze. 

Sunghoon grins and sits up. If he had a real tail it would be wagging wildly right now. 

“You wanna stay over?” Sunoo offers, “I'll be home tonight. You can stay.”

“I can?” 

The surprise in his tone makes Sunoo hide a grin of his own. He's so unbearably precious, Sunoo fears he's going to get attached and dig up emotions and primal instincts he had long buried if he isn't careful. 

“Yeah,” he nods. 

“Then -” Sunghoon stops and shoots a glance at the clock on the nightstand,  “will you read to me?”

“....Read to you? Like a story book?” 

“Not quite,” Sunghoon snorts and rolls off the bed with a sudden burst of energy. “Just a minute!” he throws over his shoulder and disappears down the hallway. 

While he's gone, Sunoo quickly types a message to his secretary to cancel any other engagements he might have for tonight. 

Sunghoon returns with his school bag and rummages through it before pulling out a mighty fat book with an indigo cover. 

“Here,” he carefully places the heavy book on Sunoo's waiting hands and plops his head on Sunoo's lap. 

“....Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of….Mental Disorders,” Sunoo reads, brows furrowing. “Mental disorders….?” he repeats, sounding slightly concerned. 

“Yeah, my major,” Sunghoon sits up again excitedly and rests a chin on the older's shoulder. “Psychology. Remember I told you? Did you forget?”

“No, of course not,” Sunoo ruffles his hair in a placating manner, acting quick at the hint of disappointment dampening his enthusiasm. 

“Okay,” Sunghoon exhales and flips the book open to a particular page in the chapter called Dissociative Disorders. “I have a test next week. But I've studied everything already,” he gives Sunoo a reassuring look as though Sunoo would be displeased if he hadn't studied beforehand. “I just need to revise, really. If I hear the matter in your voice, though, it'll stay in my head better than any revision.”

He says those words so easily, so unfiltered and unafraid of what effect they might have on Sunoo. Sunoo who simply takes it in and tries his best to not crumble under the weight of that warm expectant gaze. 

“Alright,” he mutters slowly and grabs his glasses from the nightstand. “From the start?”

Sunghoon nods, resembling a puppy in all but form and resumes his position between the older's legs. But then he doesn't know where to place the book. So does another round of shuffling until he props a pillow on his knees and the book on the pillow with his head slotted snug under Sunoo's chin. 

“Ready?” Sunoo asks, tone indulgent as he places his glasses on the bridge of his nose. 

He gets a quiet ‘ yeah’ in response and starts reading. His hand finds itself weaving through those thick silky strands out of habit now. Sunghoon's long lashes tickle the skin of his neck as his eyes keep falling shut but snapping open every few seconds to keep himself awake. 

After reading a whole of five pages, Sunoo pauses and glances down at Sunghoon who is fast asleep. His mouth parted, exhaling small puffs of air. The sight clenches something forgotten and remote in Sunoo's core hence he looks away the very next second. 

Taking off his glasses, he quietly closes the book and sets them both on the table. 

Sunghoon stirs and clings to Sunoo tighter, draping his taller body over Sunoo like a little child clinging to his mother after a nightmare on a rainy night. 

The movements send quick sharp shivers up Sunoo's spine that he fails to suppress. He stares blankly at the ceiling, running a hand through his long fiery hair and -

“.... Omma… .” the young alpha murmurs in his slumber and Sunoo freezes. Gut jolting. Hole clenching. Walls collapsing. Dick throbbing. Heart melting. 

“Fuck,” he swears behind his palm and tries to will away his leaking arousal and flooding affection. 

He didn't sign up for this when they'd initially started this arrangement but he doesn't have the heart to sign out now either. 

Draping his arms over Sunghoon’s gently rising and falling back and gathering his body closer as best as he can with his lesser strength, Sunoo blinks down at his soft pretty face. He scoots down to lie fully on the pillows and adjusts Sunghoon's head better on his chest. 

Sunghoon's thick eyebrows scrunch in sleep due to the movement but relaxes the second Sunoo resumes running caressing fingers through his hair along with tiny gentle pats. 

“My puppy,” he coos with a faint giggle in his hushed voice, genuinely fond and endeared. Something oddly possessive and fierce yet fragile blooming and taking root in his chest. 

Reaching out to switch the bedside lamp off, Sunoo too closes his eyes and allows the cathartic weariness to pull him into slumber.