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Some might say Suho took longer than necessary to be presented as an alpha.

He, on the other hand, thinks it came at the right time and at the perfect moment.

"I swear to God, bro..." Suho scratches his neck, his eyes glazed over as he watches the pixelated movement on the television, short nails scratching the skin of his scent gland— which is still extremely sensitive due to his recent rut. His first rut. “Literally the worst experience of my life. A whole week stuck inside, going completely nuts because of that fucking heat and nothing but my own hand for comfort. Absolutely miserable.”

A loud laugh rings through his headphones, so loud that Suho has to free one of his ears from the earpad with an irritated snort.

"I wouldn't survive." Seongje speaks on the other end of the line, still laughing softly. The dismissive tone makes Suho's eyes twitch and a scornful smile spreads across his face. "I genuinely— genuinely respect you, man..."

"You're just a lucky motherfucker," Suho snorts once more, his fingers moving skeptically on the controller in his hands, tongue pressed hard against the inside of his cheek in concentration. "Still fucking unbelievable that you never spent a single rut alone."

"Not my fault you're bitchless."

"Oh, fuck off." Eyebrows furrow as he tries to concentrate on aiming in the game, the sounds of gunshots reaching him from afar. Bare back sticking to the sofa in the living room where he’s sitting. "Gotak should leave you, he's too hot for your ugly ass. I don't even know how you bagged that."

"Talk about my boyfriend like that again and I'll literally shoot you right now." 

Suho lets out a strangled laugh when he sees Seongje's character appear in front of his, shooting him several times in the head— which does no real damage, just passing through him. "You're on my team, bitch, get the fuck out." 

“Bitch? Who are you to call me a bitch?” He chuckles, giving up on the failed mission of trying to kill Suho in the game.

"Shut up," he bites his lower lip in amusement, his body sweating more than it should— it must be some remnant of the rut in his system. "And I am not interested in your omega, don't even worry, Jeje-hyung." 

The indignant grunt at the ridiculous nickname makes Suho laugh out loud.

"Oh yeah, 'cause you're still totally in love with that Jeonghan friend of yours, right?" Suho can picture Seongje's annoying smile just from the tone of his voice. "The one that's definitely too old for you, probably doesn't give a fuck about you, treats you like a child, and is completely out of your league?"

Well.

"Fuck you? He's 24, you're talking like he's fucking 45. And I'm not—" 

“Man, be honest. 45? Would it make that much of a difference to you?” Seongje lets out a drawn-out laugh. “You’d still rub one off thinking about him every day, even if he were, like—56. Or older.”

Annoying piece of shit, Suho thinks, but he doesn't say it.

He doesn't lose his smile either.

Because, at some point, Seongje is actually damn right. And he also just brought up Suho's favorite topic, so there's no way he can get really annoyed with his friend's chronic idiocy now.

When the topic is Yeon Sieun, Suho starts and never stops. 

His smile comes instinctively at the mere mention of him. His stomach flips at the thought. His skin heats up. His head spins in a spiral of something dangerously close to pure desire.

Ah.

Suho's nose wrinkles at the smell of cinnamon burning through the empty room, hot and melting through the walls with a woody, slightly spicy touch. He scratches his scent gland again, bothered by the itch, unaccustomed to how easily his body flushes and sinks into the pheromones now.

But that's the effect Yeon Sieun has on him. There's nothing he can do about it.

Because it's Yeon Sieun.

The most beautiful, sensual, and attractive omega he has ever had the pleasure of admiring in his life. Suho could spend all day just talking about his beautiful, blond-ish hair and his pretty, doll face— the way they form a particularly dizzying contrast with his deep, melodic voice.

Yeon Sieun. Ah, he's just—

He's not just a thing for Suho, a fleeting crush. Yeon Sieun is a fucking need. 

From the moment Sieun set foot in his place for the first time a year ago, he became a necessity. 

From the first exchange of glances. 

From the first time Suho had the pleasure of smelling his sweet caramel scent. 

From the first time those beautiful, smouldering eyes graced him with their attention.

From the first time his name came out of those luscious lips, somehow sounding different from everyone else—

Suho couldn’t stop thinking about him. He lingered in Suho’s mind, no matter what.

And since then, beyond a necessity, Yeon Sieun had become temptation itself. It's almost like an irresistible version of the devil was lurking around Suho all the time, beckoning him toward ruin, tempting him, seducing him without ever meaning to— or maybe, maybe he's still a fallen angel, so charming that he doesn't need dazzling wings to drive anyone crazy.

He carries an air of confidence and calm that Suho can’t quite put into words— an attractive, sensual, almost magical aura that never fails to leave the alpha mesmerized.

Yeon Sieun is a want.

And, of course, on top of all that, it turns out that he’s also, unfortunately, his brother’s best friend.

Yeah.

But that certainly didn't stop Suho from thinking about him throughout his seven days of effervescent heat.

It didn't stop him from innocently stealing one of the few clothes the boy left behind in Jeonghan's room. It didn't stop him from seeking the sweet, soft smell of caramel in that piece of cloth, burying his nose in the fabric, inhaling, rolling his eyes with pleasure at the slightest memory of Sieun’s scent, rubbing himself on the sheets like a fucking horny teenager.

He came so many times with that t-shirt wrapped around his cock... it's pathetic how many knots he had to squeeze in his own hand, imagining something else. Someone else.

Shit. 

Suho died in the game.

"As I was fucking saying, I'm not in love with him— he's just, like—" He sounds almost dreamy, throwing the controller aside onto the upholstery, resting his neck on the sofa cushion. He stares at the ceiling as if it will cure his uncontrollable horniness. "He's a fucking dream. You don't understand. His scent is delicious, his voice is just so— ah, his face… those tights… you don't get it. You never saw him in his tiny little pajamas—" Suho sighs just thinking about it, remembering.

"Okay, alright, Jesus. Don't cream your pants while talking to me—" 

A muffled scream interrupts the conversation.

"Suhooo!"

The boy almost jumps out of his seat in fright, abruptly removing his headphones from his ears. The shouted voice comes from the front door, the jingle of keys announcing someone's arrival. He leans over to see who it is—even though he already knows that, judging by the shout, it's probably Jeonghan.

"Ahn Suhooo?! Are you dressed?!" Yeah, it's definitely Jeonghan. Suho knows that high-pitched, annoying voice well.

He frowns and looks down, analyzing his bare torso next to the sweatpants he's wearing.

"Well, yes...!" He shouts back, shrugging his shoulders, taking the opportunity to mute the call after quickly telling Seongje that he would be leaving the game for a few minutes. "Why?"

His brother doesn't bother to answer the question, seeming satisfied enough with the response to open the door at once and enter the house. Soon, Suho sees the blonde hair tied in a ponytail walking down the hallway to the open kitchen pantry in a hurry, several bags from different stores in his arms, making noise with every step.

He doesn't care much about his brother's presence there because the answer to his question comes right behind him. Jeonghan is accompanied.

His heart skips a beat when he realizes who is closing the door, moving with much more calm and patience than his brother.

Suho recognizes him even though he still has his back turned. 

It's impossible not to recognize him.

It's impossible for Ahn Suho not to recognize Yeon Sieun.

He looks good, he always looks good.

Especially when his legs look like they’re about to burst out of those tight jeans, while he’s simultaneously drowning in one of his pastel-colored cardigans— salmon this time.

Shamelessly, Suho lowers his gaze, his tongue circling his lips. That ass is truly unforgettable. Suho has devoted more of his life to drooling over it from afar than to studying for his college entrance exams.

At this point, Suho feels like he could recognize him from miles away.

It's Yeon Sieun in the flesh right there.

What beautiful timing, Suho thinks as he chuckles to himself.

He watches the omega turn around with the keys in his fingers and catches the exact moment Sieun freezes his body in space for a moment. A matter of milliseconds. So fast that if Suho wasn't so attentive, he wouldn't catch the boy taking a deep breath, blinking bewildered, rib cage expanding as he inhales the thick air filled with pheromones from the apartment.

Suho might be crazy, he might be hallucinating, but he's sure he can smell the faint sweet aroma of caramel spreading through the room.

"Argh, this place always stinks like an alpha now," His brother makes an exaggerated grimace, throwing the bags all at once on the dining table. Exhaling tiredly before continuing. "I'm sorry in advance, Sieun-ah."

Jeonghan's words are enough to snap Sieun out of his delirium. The omega just shakes his head and smiles softly.

Suho rolls his eyes.

"Hello to you too, hyung. Oh yeah, I'm good, yeah. Thanks for asking." He mumbles, defocusing from the omega of his dreams for a second, just to stick his tongue out at the other omega there. The one who is surely in all his nightmares.

Sieun's light laughter makes Suho look back at him— like a pathetic man. Pride fills his chest at the slightest approval, a silly smile trying to spread across his face, held back by his teeth in an attempt not to look so stupid.

When he makes Sieun laugh like that, it's like winning the lottery.

And Suho takes advantage of the attention.

Obviously.

"You see how he treats me, Sieun-hyung?" He forces a pout on his lips, furrowing his eyebrows in a falsely hurt expression, leaning on the arm of the sofa as he gets Sieun's recognition. 

The omega walks over to him.

"Don't be too mean to him, Han-ah..."

Ah, that voice... Suho is realizing now—with an unpleasant tightness in the pit of his stomach—that it's been over a week since he's heard Sieun's deep, soft voice loud and clear. Lately, he’s only been imagining it in his dreams.

Jeonghan grumbles from his place in the other room, but Suho doesn't care, he's too focused on following the omega's slow steps towards him, his eyes downcast with nervousness— or perhaps, a shamefully obvious desire.

He just hopes Sieun doesn't notice the way his Adam's apple rises and falls as he swallows hard. The way he's blatantly checking him out. Inhaling deeply as he approaches, unconsciously trying to taste a little more of the sweet scent that fades into the air.

Fuck, why’s his scent so strong today? 

"Aren't you cold?" Sieun asks, an amused smile adorning his face as he nods slightly toward his bare abdomen. Suho notices the older man's gaze lingering longer than it should on his defined muscles.

Is he really—am I imagining things? Suho wonders as a smug smile grows on his lips.

"No—I—I'm actually feeling kinda hot right now..." He begins, tilting his head, sliding his hand over his own stomach, just to confirm that it was the center of Sieun's attention. "Y’know, now that I finally have my favorite hyung’s attention…”

Sieun looks away as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn't, but still laughs and shakes his head in denial.

"How are you feeling, Suho-yah? It’s been a week since I last saw you… right, puppy?" The omega murmurs, reaching the sofa and sitting on the armrest, consequently becoming a little taller than Suho— and close, too close.

Puppy.

With Sieun so close to Suho like this, his scent seems even more intense, the dense, buttery smell filling the space between them. Suho can do nothing but absorb it all, breathing deeply, trying so hard to maintain eye contact.

He has always enjoyed the sweet smell of Sieun's scent, but now? Feels basically like a drug in his veins, leaving him almost entirely dazed.

Suho swallows hard, ignoring the throbbing between his legs.

"Don't call me puppy, hyung-ie... I'm a big boy now." 

He leans in even closer, invading the space of the boy next to him, tilting his head to the side, committed to feigning innocence—but at the same time losing himself a little more with each millisecond, feeling dizzy from the omega's pheromones.

"Oh, are you?" A mocking smile lurks on Sieun's lips, his fingers pinching the alpha's chin. Suho might be imagining things again, but he swears the omega's gaze drifts to his mouth in a split second.

Suho swallows hard once more, his tongue cheekily escaping to the edge of his mouth in a smirk. With each passing second, the sweet scent grows stronger. The avalanche of pheromones hits Suho right at the base of his abdomen.

He's starting to get drunk on the aroma.

His cock waking up in his pants.

Shit. What is this? He could at least control himself before.

His smile widens. Too high on Sieun's intoxicating scent to feel even a shred of shame.

To control his mouth.

"I am. You want me to show you how big I am now?"

Suho sounds breathless.

He doesn't even know what he's saying.

Sieun takes a while to respond, and for a moment Suho thinks he's gone too far. Too high on the omega's scent—which is practically drowning him at this point—to think straight.

But Sieun responds. With an expression Suho can't describe. In fact, he can't focus on anything but Sieun's full, shiny lips, the flesh caught between his teeth, forming a… too-knowing smile.

"Put that tongue back inside your mouth, Suho-yah." He finally responds, his voice hoarse and low—almost sensual if your brain is as melted as Suho's is right now—ending the conversation with two light pats on the alpha's hot cheek, getting up from the couch, taking his intoxicating scent with him. "I'm going upstairs, Jeonghan-nie!"

What—

“Mmmn!” Jeonghan mumbles from the kitchen. “Remember me to pick up your pack in the car later!”

Suho follows him with his gaze until there is no more Sieun to follow and his neck starts to hurt.

He sighs heavily, exhaling all the air from his system. Letting his head fall back.

With the caramel scent disappearing into the air, Suho feels a part of his consciousness return to rationality.

Only now does he realize how fast his heart is beating. The bare skin on his chest burning. 

Ah... what the actual fuck.

His dick is completely hard. He's sure his pheromones are everywhere.

He pulls the pillow closer to him and places it on his lap, hiding his problem. 

Suho might actually be hallucinating, going crazy. Maybe his rut hasn't completely gone away like he thought and now he's imagining impossible things.

Or maybe, with a slim chance of truth, Sieun really did just reciprocate his advances, even if between the lines. The omega almost suffocated him with his pheromones. He can't imagine a scent, can he?

Is he going insane? Is this what it's like to have a second gender presented? 

"Suho?" 

Oh. He almost forgot that Jeonghan was there too, a few feet away.

"Where's mom?"

Eyes shut down, he tries to concentrate on forming a complete sentence. 

"She went out to get some things to make dinner and stuff."

“Ah, that's good, Sieun-nie is staying for the night.”

Fuck.

He opens his eyes again, blinking at nothing in a daze as he takes the headset back, easily fitting it into his red ears. He unmutes the call, hoping Seongje is still on the other side of the line.

Picking up the microphone and bringing it suspiciously close to his mouth, Suho whispers, "Bro. I'm so fucked."

Suho had managed to get through the unsettling situation from a few hours earlier just fine.

At least that's what he keeps repeating to himself as he walks down the stairs, clinging to the hope that nothing wrong—or at least nothing too embarrassing—will happen at this dinner.

His steps are hesitant. So slow that even a child could tell he’s doing his best to avoid reaching the destination. At the same time, only he can tell how many times his stomach has twisted in anxiety in the short time it takes him to reach the last step, turning in anticipation, in a hidden desire to relive what happened in that room not long ago all over again.

The truth is that Suho feels a little... intimidated, he won't lie about that. Sieun never acted that way with him before. Whatever that was.

Being reciprocated in that way was almost— scary.

Suho has never had much talent for hiding his wants, which means his desire for Sieun has always been easy to notice. He always let slip a few veiled compliments disguised as poorly timed jokes; he always looked at him with downcast eyes covered by a cloud of obvious lust; he always found some excuse to get closer to the omega, seeking his attention.

However, Sieun had always laughed off his advances, pinching his cheeks or ruffling his hair, calling him cute at the end of the conversation before disappearing into Jeonghan’s room for the rest of the day. He never looked at him with the same desire Suho felt— never the way he had looked at him today.

At least Suho never noticed anything beyond that.

So receiving that kind of attention from Sieun—from the omega he thought was inaccessible, unattainable—was like having access to something Suho had been dreaming about for months. It was like tasting the sweet, addictive flavor of an ice cream, a single spoonful, as if that alone would satisfy his hunger, but in fact it only made him hungrier.

He wants, he needs to feel intoxicated by Sieun's scent once more, to hear that tone of voice again, to feel the weight of the omega's fervent gaze—but he can't help feeling a little fearful about it.

Mainly because he and the omega won't be alone at that dinner table.

He doesn't care about Jeonghan, but he definitely doesn't want to pop a boner in front of his mother.

Besides, Suho had a brief conversation with Seongje about his sudden lack of hormonal control, and his friend kind of explained that it's normal to feel a little out of it in the first few months after the first rut, especially with omega pheromones. He pointed out that it was the first time Suho had been exposed to an omega scent other than his brother’s—which he doesn't particularly like, to say the least—after he presented as an alpha. So, according to Seongje and his vast knowledge, it's clear that Suho would react that way. 

But Suho is almost certain his body didn’t react that way simply because it was an omega’s scent, but because it was Sieun's scent.

Ah... he's so, so, so fucked up.

When he arrives in the dining room, there are only two empty seats at the small, cozy table. One opposite Jeonghan and the other opposite Sieun, since the two are sitting side by side.

Suho swallows hard and sits where he always sits. It's just a mere coincidence that it's right in front of Sieun.

He takes a deep breath, smelling nothing but the usual aroma of his mother's cooking, strong spices and fried food.

That's good. Good. Okay. He can survive this dinner. Yeah.

"What took you so long?" Jeonghan asks as soon as he recognizes Suho sitting down, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, what took you so long, Suho-yah?" Sieun asks, resting his chin on his hand. His tone is as smooth as the taste of a subtle hint of honey.

No, he can't survive this dinner.

Suho stammers, thinking of what to say.

He's doing it on purpose. There's no way he's not doing it on purpose.

The way Sieun is looking at Suho now… slow, heated, unmistakably lewd— leaves him utterly baffled.

Fortunately, his mother arrives just in time, with two large glass platters, each balanced neatly in each hand.

"Dinner’s ready!" She says as she quickly arranges the meal on the table. "Careful, please, it's still very hot."

"Thank you for the food, Hyunji-ssi."

"Oh, of course, sweetie! It's always a pleasure to have you here, Sieun-nie," says the middle-aged woman—but very well-groomed, with her long, healthy black hair tied back in a ponytail—as she takes the liberty of serving everyone at the table. "How's it been, hm? How's your mom?"

And then, his mother's usual interrogation began.

Suho can say that he really tried to pay attention to the conversation, he tried. 

But feeling a strange and shameless touch sliding down his left leg destabilized him embarrassingly quickly.

His whole body tensed as he realized it wasn't just an accidental touch, an innocent bump of limbs.

The air no longer reaches his lungs.

Every hair on his body stood on end as the touch moved up his calf, taking its time there, moving up and down, rubbing against his sweatpants in a slow, torturous rhythm.

What—

His gaze slowly falls to his lap, barely able to see anything. He can't look under the wood without looking suspicious, but he already has an idea of what it might be.

Or rather, who it might be.

And that is, somehow, worse than not knowing.

Because Suho actually feels his cock swells in his underwear just at the mere possibility that it might be Sieun, Yeon Sieun, teasing him under the table, sliding his foot up his leg as if he were starring in a fucking porn movie.

Swallowing hard, Suho turns his gaze back to Sieun, hoping for some concrete answer in his mesmerizing eyes, but to his surprise, the omega is totally immersed in the conversation with his mother, answering everything Hyunji asks with a polite smile on his face, not even noticing—or at least choosing to ignore—the alpha staring at him. Suho’s face is already burning red.

And for a moment, he thinks that maybe he has gone completely crazy. 

That maybe he imagined everything up until now, maybe he really is delirious.

But before he succumbs to madness, he realizes. 

Suho catches Sieun's gaze shifting to him for a millisecond, so quick it’s almost like a snap. The weight of his attention causing a weak sigh to escape Suho’s body. His eyes follow the movement of the omega's tongue across his red, plump lips, covering them with saliva almost erotically before a naughty smile curves across his face, while the bold touch on his leg becomes even firmer, now moving up the inside of his thigh.

All while still responding to Hyunji as if nothing was happening.

Fuck.

It feels like a fucking hallucination.

Since when has Sieun been such a freak? 

Honestly, he should've known.

Suho is sweating.

Beads of sweat are running down the back of his neck.

Blood heating up, running fast through his veins, an effervescent spark rising from the pit of his stomach, running through his skin as he feels the pressure increase, feeling the weight too close to his throbbing cock.  

He can't control getting this hard so fast. 

It's like, suddenly, his entire body is extremely sensitive to touch. To anything.

Suho breathes shakily, leaning on the table, his elbow resting on the wood, one of his hands surreptitiously covering half of his face, covering his mouth, just in case; the other slips into his lap, hidden from view. He blindly searches for Sieun's bare foot, finding it and holding it where it rests high on his groin, his fingers sliding over the warm skin, grabbing the ankle under the jeans.

He tries again, tilting his face up slightly to face Sieun, who now finally looks back at him, gazing through those beautiful eyelashes, a dirty smile still plastered on his face.

The alpha gasps into his own palm, almost moaning out loud, feeling his cock twitch tightly in his pants.

He's so fucking hot. 

Yeon Sieun is so fucking hot, and he has a fucking foot on my lap right now—

Fuck. Oh my god.

"So, Sieun-ah, I bet there's a lot of handsome alphas chasing after you, am I right?" The only beta present asks, raising her eyebrows playfully as she cuts a piece of meat on her plate. "Already seeing someone nice? Hmm?" 

"Mom!" Jeonghan whispers harshly, a frown on his face.

Suho snorts as Sieun’s attention is taken away from him once again, following the omega’s change of expression in real time, watching him pull the innocent mask back onto his face— while, ironically, the sole of his foot slides across his hard cock, pressing there, rubbing Suho's length firmly until the alpha can't hold back the loud sigh escaping his lips.

His hand tightens where it's holding Sieun's warm skin, but shows no sign of pulling the omega away. In fact, he only pulls his foot closer against his erection.

That's so fucking insane. 

So fucking good.

"Hmmph—"

Fortunately, Sieun didn't give anyone a chance to recognize the pathetic sound that had just been torn from Suho’s throat.

“Well… let’s say I’ve got my eye on someone right now.”

“Do you?” The other omega asks, looking surprised by the information.

Suho watches the conversation unfold, half of his embarrassingly red face still hidden by his hand, his untouched plate cooling on the table. 

He closes his eyes for a second, trying to compose himself, trying to make his body stop shaking, to stop his pheromones from getting out of control, prevent his spicy scent from flooding the entire room—but he literally doesn't even know how to do that, and he's starting to think it's impossible.

At least it seems impossible when you have Yeon Sieun sliding his damn foot on your cock, pressing, curling his toes to accommodate the length in the most delicious way possible.

He forces himself to open his eyes again, because for Suho it feels like a crime to look away from Yeon Sieun.

“Yeah, I’ve had my eye on him for a while now,” the omega murmurs, his gaze shifting from Hyunji to Suho every second, his tone as sensual as the sight of his lips being bitten into a smile. 

The curve of his foot presses even harder against Suho's covered dick, grinding from the tip to his balls. 

Suho is breathing heavily, his face almost completely buried in his palm now. He can't help but arch his hips against the pressure, eyebrows curved in a painful arc as he holds back a whimper.

He tries to take a deep breath, and when he smells the slightest hint of a sweet aroma— when the caramelized sugar hits his system, he feels like he's really losing himself. 

A worrying amount of pre-cum leaks from his cock as he pushes against the foot once more.

His own scent of cinnamon begins to fill the room.

There’s already a dark, wet spot showing at the front of his sweatpants.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuc—

"But he's just— so young and... y'know, kinda dumb." Sieun looks directly at him now. Thumb coming up to his mouth, biting his nail like it's nothing, like everything he does doesn't seem like a wet dream to Suho. Heel rubbing right where his sensitive head is. The alpha trembles in his seat. "But I do like dumb puppies anyway... they're so fun to mess with..." 

Holy. shit.

That's it. If Suho doesn't get up from this table right now, he's going to cum in his fucking pants—

"Suho. God, why the hell are you incensing the house while we're eating, Jesus Christ."

"M’yeah, Suho-yah, what's wrong?" Sieun still has the nerve to ask, his thumb lingering at his lips.

Suho forces a swallow. Not sure if he's able to speak right now.

“I— I–I'm sorry— I’m just— I’m n–not feeling very well right now—” His face burns with shame at what he can't continue, biting his lip to swallow the loud moan he was about to let out. The omega in front of him squeezes the sole of his foot hard, roughly, bending it along Suho’s entire length. "F–fuck— I'll— I'm gonna eat later. Just save something."

And with that, he finally uses his strength to push Sieun away and jump up from the table, hoping no one notices his deplorable situation— the deplorable situation the omega has left him in.

He practically runs from the table to the stairs, tripping over his own feet, breathing unevenly, his heart racing as he reaches his room. The last thing he hears before locking the door and leaning against it, sliding down until he lands on the floor, is his mother's worried voice.

"Fuck, what the fuck." The air leaves his chest in gasps of despair. He shuts his eyes, trying to regain consciousness.

His hand slides down to his pants, palming his hard cock through the fabric, now whimpering freely at the touch, tilting his head back until it slowly hits the wood with a sharp noise. He caresses himself over the clothes, taking his time— gasping for control, something Suho believes he lost a few long hours ago. “Hmn–a–ah… shit—”

He's shaking, his whole body is shaking. His thumb circles the sensitive tip, hips stuttering, thinking— remembering what a few minutes ago was suffocating his cock, whining, almost stamping his feet on the floor like a child out of frustration. Wishing from the bottom of his guts that it was just him and Sieun in that kitchen, wishing he could have enjoyed it more, could have the omega there with him now, standing in front of him, melting him with that piercing gaze and pressing his cock with his foot until it hurt. Until Suho is forced to beg him to stop, until he’s dissolved into a begging, needy mess.

Fuck… he still can't believe that really happened.

"Hah..."

And when Suho is about to reach into his sweatshirt to get it over with and have his second orgasm of the day thinking about Sieun, he feels the vibration of three single knocks where his back is connected to the door.

His hand recoils with a start from the elastic of his pants.

Irregular breathing hinders his attempt to speak, "Mom, please, just leave me alone for a moment, o–okay? Or Jeonghan, I don't know, just..."

Another insistent knock.

Suho snorts, covering his throbbing cock with the fabric of his loose shirt and getting up.

“Jesus fuck, can't you guys give me some time—" He stops mid-sentence because when he opens the door, he finds absolutely no one on the other side.

He blinks in confusion, his trembling hand still hanging on the doorknob, his red and sweaty face turning from side to side, finding nothing but an empty hallway. 

But then, as he is about to close the door again, he notices it. He just had to lower his field of vision a little.

There it is, the thick, salmon-colored fabric, neatly folded on the floor at the edge of his room doorway.

Sieun's cardigan.

"There's no way," Suho whispers— almost sounding like a faint whimper to himself, feeling his whole body shiver from his feet to the back of his neck. He looks one last time at the empty walls before picking up the clothes left there just for him, sneaking back into the room and closing the door with a snap. 

Letting himself fall against the wood again, he settles on the floor. His hands hold the cardigan with all the care in the world, but at the same time grabbing the fabric as if it were about to slip through his fingers at any moment. He brings it up to his face, slowly inhaling the strong and intense aroma that lingers on the garment. "Fuuuuck..."

Suho’s eyes roll back in pure pleasure, his cock twitching, still trapped and aching inside his tight underwear. His nose completely buried in the fabric, the scent of caramel so strong that he begins to feel dizzy, all the blood in his body rushing south.

There's no way Sieun didn't perfume this shit before leaving it at the door like a fucking gift.

The old shirt Suho stole from the omega wasn't half as intense, the scent concentrated to absurd levels.

Fuck. 

"You're fucking insane, Sieun-ah..."

He lowers one of his hands, finally freeing his red cock from his clothes while the other still pushes Sieun's cardigan over his entire face, almost suffocating himself with the sweet, caramelized aroma. 

Maybe that's his real life purpose. To die suffocated by the omega's scent while fucking his fist like the big pervert he is.

He would die happy. More than happy. Suho would die in complete ecstasy.

It's more than obvious that it didn't take more than five minutes for Suho to cum all over his hand, pushing his hips up in a loud moan tearing through his throat, but being almost completely muffled by the fabric covering his entire face. His heavy breathing echoes through the room, his chest rising and falling, Suho looks at the cum on his fingers— the air smells like cinnamon, a spicy touch that warms him up inside, but Suho can only taste the sweetness of the melted sugar on his other hand.

He's sooooo fucked. It's not even funny anymore.

And yet, he smiles. Biting his lower lip hard, he lets his head fall back onto the wood again. A smirk growing shamelessly on his cheeks.

Because he likes being fucked like this. He likes the feeling of being teased until he can't take it anymore, until Sieun wants to take him; Suho will hold on until the omega grows weary of playing with him and decides to finally loosen his leash.

"... You're sure that all your blood didn't drain straight to your dick and now you’re hallucinating ‘cause there’s none left in your brain, right?

"I know it sounds insane, I fucking know! But I swear to god I'm telling the absolute truth here, man." Suho mumbles irritably, squeezing the buttons on the remote in his hands with unnecessary force.

It’s late at night, the clock above the television already past midnight. Suho is back in the living room, sitting on the couch, dressed in even fewer clothes than he was that afternoon, when Sieun first arrived.

Now it's just him, his old, loose boxer shorts, the light from the television screen warding off the darkness, and damn Seongje talking shit through his headphones as they play the game.

"I'm not saying that you're lying dude, but you have to admit it... this shit is kinda— like, unbelievable..."

Suho snorts, starting to get really stressed out.

He knows it's unbelievable. God— if there's anyone who knows that this is absolutely unbelievable, it's Suho.

"Are you going to help me here or not?"

"And what am I supposed to do here anyway, you little shit? If all you said is actually true, and you're not hallucinating—"

"Fuck you." Suho spits out the curse as he takes down an opposing player.

"Then, Yeon Sieun is really completely out of his mind and wants to fuck you! Congratulations!" Seongje continues, with a mocking tone on the tip of his tongue. "Do your thing, dude. I don't know. You want me to teach you how to fuck or something?"

Suho's face wrinkles in a grimace of pure disgust. "Jesus fuck, never say that again in your life. I almost threw up."

"I know someone who you wouldn’t complain taking lessons from—"

"First of all, I don't need lessons, I know how to fuck. I can make an omega cry good on my dick. Don't know if you know what I'm talking about, though—" He laughs at the string of curses Seongje throws at him. Suho wets his lips before continuing, “But you’re right. Fuck, you’re so right. I'd let him do anything to me. I'd let him teach me anything he wants. Anything—"

A gust of wind swept through the room, stealing the rest of Suho’s words 

His body shuddered. 

Suddenly, the air becomes dangerously sweet. The sharp sweetness of caramelized sugar floods his nostrils, pulling him completely out of the real world for a second. 

He takes a deep breath, eyelids fluttering shut with a soft sigh, thinking of nothing but the aroma slowly filling the room.

It’s almost like Sieun is standing right there, no more than a few steps away.

Wait.

Suho frowns, his eyes still closed like an idiot.

Hold the fuck on—

"Anything, huh?"

Oh, shit.

Suho's eyes widen as soon as the velvety, amused voice reaches his ears, neck almost breaking from the speed at which he turns his head toward the sound, his mouth parts slowly, making it painfully clear just how mortified Suho is by the sight before him.

Sieun is indeed right there, a few steps away from the sofa, standing with his arms crossed, leaning one side of his body against the wall at the kitchen entrance, staring at him with a tiny sly curve on his lips. The light from inside the kitchen frames his silhouette against the living room’s darkness, elevating him into something otherworldly— a fucking celestial being. An angel, a real one, wingless and unbound, ready to claim everything he’d been denied and tear off his disguise on the way straight to hell.

And Suho... Suho is just a mere mortal. Ready to be swept away. Surrendered to sin.

"H-hyung?" He asks, his voice too loud, too shrill. He takes the headphones off his head and throws them aside in a matter of seconds.

The omega raises his eyebrows, still without moving a muscle, letting out a soft huff of amusement. He's probably making fun of Suho, chuckling at his state of complete shock, but the alpha can't really muster any shred of shame in his system. He can't focus, or even care about the fact that Sieun may have heard basically their entire conversation or not. Damn it— he has better things to lose his mind over right now.

Suho's gaze slowly drops, the movement betraying that he knows exactly how undone he’s about to be by what comes next. His Adam's apple bobs up and down as he runs his eyes over the pajamas Sieun is wearing. Those damn pajamas of his. 

The satin of the button-down shirt falls loosely on the omega's shoulders, but at the same time squeezes in all the right places, obscenely accentuating the indecent curve of his prominent nipples; those tiny shorts leave absolutely nothing to Suho's dirty imagination, so short that Suho could barely tell where the top ended and the shorts began. That piece of fabric practically swallowed up by the plump flesh of Sieun's thighs.

Fuck... 

He can see the black lace adorning the hem of the shorts. In fact, because of how tight the bottom of the pajamas are, Suho can see a lot right there even under the fabric. It's indecent. But he really can’t ignore how the seam parts exactly where he’s always dreamed of burying his face.

The Alpha's tongue peeks out from between his lips, mesmerized by the golden, smooth skin that looks so soft— so fucking thick. The scent still clinging to the air overwhelms him, clouding his mind even more.

"Hey," and only then does Suho realize he's staring. Almost drooling. So he forces himself to return Sieun's gaze like a normal human being. "My eyes are up here, not down there, Suho-yah."

Suho swallows hard as Sieun drags his feet to the sofa, "I wasn't—"

Sieun snuggles up next to him, his body completely turned toward Suho, his legs curled up on the upholstery in a comfortable position. He completely ignores Suho's failed attempt at speech and lets his gaze wander over the alpha's almost naked body, not even bothering to hide that he’s clearly checking him out, his pupils dilating as his focus reaches a low point. A very low— and big point. 

"Don't lie to me, puppy."

Suho takes a deep breath, too aware of his obvious semiboner beneath the thin fabric of his boxer shorts. He doesn't try to hide it, though. He lets Sieun stare at the bulge, the cotton practically hugging his cock, outlining its thick, throbbing shape almost perfectly.

Fuck it. Sieun did much more than stare a few hours ago.

"Hyung-ie..." He's already whimpering and doesn't even know why.

"You liked it? The little treat I left at your door earlier?" He cuts Suho off, his voice low and tempting, always using that calm tone with Suho. "Hm? Did you enjoy it, baby?"

Baby. 

God.

Suho is having a hard time adjusting to reality, the caramelized aroma growing stronger and stronger around him. He can already feel his body heating up, his skin burning inside and out— as though the omega beside him is a hot ember in a bonfire, flames thick with burnt sugar rolling over him.

"I—yes. Fuck, of course I did, Sieun-ah," his eyes fall to Sieun's juicy thighs, not knowing if he's really capable of sustaining that lewd gaze. Fingers trembling, still holding the controller with one of his hands.

The omega smiles, reaching for Suho's chin, cupping it between his thumb and index finger, forcing him to look him in the eyes.

"How much?" He leans closer— the way his gaze keeps shifting from Suho's eyes to his mouth is driving the alpha crazy. Suho feels Sieun's breath gently brush against his lips.

All this talk, this deliberate hiding of what’s unfolding between them through vague but suggestive words, is enough for Suho to understand that Sieun knows exactly what he’s doing— and it only makes the alpha more excited, more turned on.

"So fucking much, hyung..." Suho whispers back. His breathing is already too heavy for just having a normal conversation. His eyes can barely stay open.

"Yeah?"

"Y–yeah." He licks his lips, Sieun's mouth is so close to his that he feels like he could explode at any moment. "Fuck— yeah, yes..."

For a hopeful second or two, Suho thinks Sieun is going to kiss him.

That he'll close that three-centimeter gap and press their lips together like Suho has been dreaming of for a long, long year, but—no. That's not what he does.

Sieun actually does the opposite. He pulls away, leaning his back against the upholstery again, giving Suho's cheek a light pat before turning back to the television in front of him, as if nothing had happened. As if the room wasn't completely flooded with pheromones. As if Suho wasn't visibly and painfully hard right there—

"Sieun—"

"What’re you playing?" Sieun doesn't let him speak, pointing to the lit screen while Suho still stares at him with his jaw dropped. "I heard you talking with someone."

Hah.

Sieun will test him until Suho can't take it anymore.

"Yeah—" He clears his throat, trying to compose himself, dazedly returning his gaze to his game, surprised he's still alive. In the game and in real life. "Yeah, I was— on a call with a friend, yeah. But— hmn— so, what exactly did you hear?"

Sieun shrugs, but his face remains set in a smile too malicious for Suho to feel reassured. 

"I don't know, nothing much I think," Sieun brings that damn thumb back to rest between his teeth again, just like he did a few hours ago, sitting at the dinner table. He glances at Suho as he sinks further into the couch. "Just something about 'making an omega cry good on your dick', not sure about that though..."

Suho feels the heat rising in his face, hotter than it already was.

"I—"

"You didn't answer me, puppy. What you playing?" He's facing him again now, resting his head on the pillow, making his face look even more tempting with those big, relaxed eyes looking up at him.

"It's— Valorant."

Somehow, saying that is more embarrassing than any other crazy experience Suho has had today.

"Can I try?"

"...Huh?"

"C'mon, let me play," Sieun repeats the request, but Suho gets the sense it’s almost rhetorical— the way he doesn’t even wait for an answer before snatching the controller from his hand. "Would you be a good boy and teach your hyung-ie how to play? Hm?"

His cock throbs so hard he’s almost sure the fabric of his shorts moves with it.

Fuck. 

He's still recovering from the nickname when Sieun simply jumps on his lap, snuggling up on his thighs, his ass aligned with Suho's hips— who had to swallow a loud moan when his erection was pressed between the omega's plump cheeks so suddenly, his stomach tightening from the shock, uncontrolled arousal rising through him.

He can almost feel the heat of Sieun's pussy on his fucking cock.

Suho’s literally being graced with the sight of Sieun's narrow back, thin waist practically begging to be caressed, spine slightly bent forward, ass fully raised for him—

"Si—" The omega adjusts himself on Suho’s lap, moving his hips. "F–fuck, Sieun-ah, what—"

"C'mon, Suho-yah... you're going to let me die here?" He turns his face back, raising his eyebrows in an almost innocent tone, as if he himself isn't still slowly grinding down.

Suho lets his head fall back with a sigh—which comes out more like a whimper than anything else—closing his eyes tightly before he can find concrete words in his mouth to perhaps be able to respond. His whole body trembles with the delirious sensation of the satin rubbing against the cotton, his cock being crushed by the omega's ass, already leaking from the tip in thunderous amounts.

He takes a deep breath— and maybe that wasn't his best move, the sweet scent coming straight into his nostrils.

Jesus, he's completely trapped. 

"Fuck—okay, ah—okay, just—" Suho leans forward until he can press his bare chest against Sieun's back, his palms sliding over the omega's arms until they find his hands on the controller. He rests his chin on the curve of Sieun's trapezius, heavy eyelids drooping for a moment, focusing on inhaling the sweet scent right from the source. He fights the urge to rub the tip of his nose against the scent gland that is far too close for his own good. "You press here to jump, t—thumb here so you can move and..."

He explains, or at least tries to explain the basics of the game controls, words being cut in half by wet sighs every time Sieun moves too hard— too well in his lap. And to Suho's misfortune, he actually starts playing. If it weren’t for the slow, controlled grind against his cock, Suho might have thought the older man had simply pushed him aside, just like that.

But Suho is beginning to understand the omega's little game.

Sieun has been teasing him at this torturous pace since he walked through the door of that apartment, every word, every movement, every advance is deliberate. Everything Sieun does is deliberately, meticulously designed to drive Suho crazy, to make him lose control of his mind, to turn him into a confused and desperate mess in his hands.

And Suho is falling for his plan like the dumb puppy he is.

"You're— hah, you're so mean, h–hyung..."

He throws himself back, the sofa’s fabric sticking to his spine as he pants, exhausted, his cock aching— needing more contact. His vision is blurry, but he can still take in the sight of Sieun’s ass moving back and forth, rubbing all along his length, the satin almost exploding with the pressure that the plump flesh makes against the seams.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck—holy shit.

If all of this is just a dream, at least now he has jerk off material for the rest of his life.

"Mmn?" Suho feels the vibration of laughter, Sieun's deep, low voice never failing to make his body shiver. "Why's that? I even gave you a little present today... now you're calling me mean?"

Suho has a clear image of the wicked smile Sieun must be wearing right now. 

His hips push up clumsily, he doesn't hold back the moan this time. He can't hold it back. The air is already thick around him, stifling, caramelized sugar everywhere. Sieun's scent is all he can breathe and he's already more than drunk on it. His abdomen glistened with sweat, cheeks wet and red.

"Fuck—that's what I mean, you're—" Another especially loud whimper escapes his lips as he thrusts against the heat, hands clenched so tightly at his sides that the skin there begins to turn white. He's not sure if he can touch Sieun, and that only makes his cock twitch even harder. "Ah—hmmn, y–you're a tease, you're a fucking tease, hyung, and you know that."

"Am I?" Sieun rubs himself rougher against Suho's cock, arching impossibly higher in order to grind his covered cunt directly onto the hard length. He loosens his grip on the controller, finally stopping the little act he had constructed to rest both hands on the sofa, now giving his complete and precious attention to the alpha whimpering beneath him, turning his face toward him before continuing. "But I think you're really... really enjoying my tease..."

"F–fuck— Sieun-ah..." Suho sounds pathetic, whimpering just for a rub, a friction, a tease. He tries to redeem his ego a little. "D–don't pretend you're not enjoying it too, hyung... hah, I— I can feel your pussy all wet through your fucking pajamas—"

And he really can, Sieun's slickness is practically soaking his clothed cock, leaving both fabrics in between the friction sopping.

"Who said I'm not enjoying it?" Sieun wiggles even slower, making Suho's hands unconsciously grab his hips. He moans internally in celebration when the omega doesn't push him away— but he doesn't let Suho control his movements anyway. "I'm just trying to discipline you, Suho-yah. You need to figure out how things work with me..."

Suho thrusts almost frantically now, hips stuttering, delirious with the soft touch of wet satin against cotton, adding well to the heat of Sieun's cunt sliding along its entire length. 

"T–tell me, ah–fuck— tell me, hyung-ie, what I have to do for— to feel yo—"

"Beg."

Suho’s frantic breath stalls at the single, meaningful word Sieun spits out, hoarse and sensual, eyes cutting back at him over his shoulder like a fucking sex demon.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

It's immoral for someone to look this hot.

"Fuck. Fuck— you’re a fucking menace, hyung—"

"C'mon, puppy," the rhythm of his hips is torturous. "Or I can just go now and leave you all by yourself—"

And as soon as Suho feels the weight on his lap slowly leaving along with the image of the omega's frame getting up, he falls into complete despair.

What— 

No, no, no, no, no, no.

"No! N–no, no, please—ah, please, hyung, don’t— don't go, don’t leave me like this, p–please—"

His hands grab Sieun's sides in an obvious act of distress; he is so confused, so agonized, so hot, so needy— his brain has already turned to mush in the omega's hands. He’s completely overwhelmed, and if Sieun walks away now and leaves him like this again, he feels like he might actually cry.

He was put on a leash without even realizing it. 

Or actually, maybe it's more accurate to say that he's always been on a leash. Suho can admit that to himself. 

"Mmn, wasn't that hard to be obedient, hm?" He teases, bouncing back into the alpha's lap.

Suho doesn't have time to sigh in relief, choking on a surprised groan as he feels the weight of Sieun's back fall on his chest, the two bodies now completely glued together, sinking fumblingly into the sofa. The omega's legs are spread wide, the soles of his feet firmly planted on the upholstery as his thighs open, giving Suho a special view as he watches everything with his chin buried in the crook of the other's shoulder, panting and confused.

He can see how wet the fabric of Sieun's shorts is. 

His hands remain stuck on the omega's waist, and he doesn't know what to do. The irritated tip of his cock is escaping through the elastic of his shorts, and he feels so dizzy that he might be about to collapse.

"S–sieun—"

"Don't be shy, baby... c'mon, you can touch hyung-ie." Sieun hums, his voice growing even deeper and lower in the alpha's ear, his lips brushing lightly against the other's cheekbone as he speaks. Hands carrying Suho's until one is inside his shirt and the other close enough to his hot, soaked mountain. “I know you’re not the shy type, puppy. Let yourself have me."

"Oh my god—"

Suho whimpers, arching his hips against the pressure— he doesn't even know what part of Sieun he's rubbing against anymore, he just knows he can't control himself anymore, all his muscles contracting as the effervescent flame in his stomach increases more, his chest rising and falling at an alarming rate. He's already so fucking close— 

But he needs to— he needs to touch Sieun— he doesn't want to disappoint his hyung now— and he really fucking needs to touch Sieun, he's been wanting this for so long—

Almost drooling, with a string of saliva about to slip from his parted lips, Suho finds the strength to move one of his trembling hands. The pad of his fingers slides, just grazing the wet mess still covered by the satin, feeling his cock jump as it reaches the swollen curve of Sieun's clit. His whole body trembling with anticipation, his mouth full of water— his brain barely able to digest the fact that he's touching the omega at that moment, that he’s feeling Sieun’s cunt pulsing against his fingers.

"F–fuck, fuck, Sieun-ah, you're not wearing anything under that, are you?"

"Mmnh, how did you find out?" He sounds amused, serene, unlike how exasperated Suho sounds, but even so, the alpha notices the slight flaw in his breathing.

"I— I c–can feel you twitching too well, hyung..." He presses his fingers down in an act of courage, stroking the omega's clit slowly, testing the waters, moaning as he feels Sieun's hips arch against his touch.

His fingers descend a little further— and to be honest, Suho just wants to feel how wet Sieun is, cupping his pussy with his entire palm, feeling the heat radiating, the pulsation and the slick dripping through the fabric, the red tone of the satin turning into a wine tone from the moisture. Sieun lets out a choked sigh in his ear.

"Mmmn—ah, wanna feel more, puppy? Feel me better?"

"Please..." He whimpers. He wants it, he's never wanted anything so much in his life.

"You're a fast learner, hm?" Suho can't believe how his cock leaks at Sieun's teasing but affectionately patient tone. He watches the omega take his hand out from between them and pull the bottom of his pajamas down by the waistband, lifting his hips slightly to make it easier to remove.

He's— oh my god.

Holy—

"Fuck..." Suho groans, his hips involuntarily thrusting upward, the warm glans dragging across the fabric of Sieun's shirt. "Fuck, hyung—"

The sweet scent of Sieun's slick clogs his senses. He's dizzy. Completely mesmerized by the sight of the omega's now naked cunt. He's salivating, pupils dilating as he beholds the red folds irritated by previous friction, clit looking deliciously swollen, a tempting mole standing out in his crotch and— fuck, Suho wants to bury his nose in the fine, light hair that descends from his navel in a sparse line to the top of his mound, he wants to inhale the air there, wants to absorb the sweet scent directly from that specific spot—

Suho can't move. He's just too busy savoring this fucking view.

"You're going to leave me alone here?" Sieun asks pretentiously, already pulling Suho's boxer shorts down. "C'mon, let hyung-ie see you too. I won't bite."

You can bite me if you want, hyung. Fuck, I wouldn't mind being yours forever—

Shit.

That's not...

Suho decides to ignore his own thought— probably too drunk on the caramelized scent to recognize the weight of his deep desires; so he just grants Sieun permission to remove the only piece of clothing on his body, helping the omega's small, nimble hands pull the shorts off his legs with a few sloppy hip movements.

He sighs with relief at the release of his used cock, practically jumping out of the elastic, falling heavily on Sieun's crotch, who’s strangely quiet for a few seconds. Suho only hears the sound of heavy breathing coming from his lungs until—

"Fuck, Suho-yah—" The omega hums the curse, sounding almost... enchanted. "You really are a big, big boy, huh?"

The alpha didn't even have time to gloat, to feel his ego swell in his chest— because yes, Suho is huge, he knows it, he's proud of it. But he has long since dissolved into a mess of gasping moans and desperate whimpers. So all he can do now is whine in Sieun's ear, feeling the omega in question slide his fingers along the prominent veins of his length, brushing his thumb against the sensitive, wet mess that is Suho's glans, red and delicate. 

He already feels so— so overstimulated. It's understandable and kind of pathetic at the same time. Sieun has only just started touching him directly, but on the other hand, Suho has already come twice today, and his cock is completely spent, mostly from just crawling out of an insane rut.

And yet, he's not crazy enough to pull away from the insanely pleasurable touch, his brain shutting down completely as Sieun fills his hand with his erection, stroking him, his wrist moving in a delicious, almost torturous way. 

The fog of lust only spreading further through his senses, his hips jerk frantically in the scorching warmth— because, honestly, just the sight of his cock there between the omega's legs, so close to his wet, imminent heat is driving him crazy, single jets of pre-cum glistening as they drip from the tip to Sieun's fingers in thin, pearly strands.

"Si— ah, fuck... h–hyung—" 

"Gosh, do you even know how to use this thing? So fucking big..." He murmurs, speeding up the pace of his hand, sometimes focusing solely on the tip, covering it completely with his palm and circling his wrist, clearly reveling in Suho’s desperate cries each time he does. 

Sieun knows exactly what he's doing. He knows exactly how to make an alpha roll his eyes.

He's so hot. 

Suho just can't stop thinking about how hot his hyung is.

And if he keeps this up— 

"Sieun— hah, Sieuna-ah, h–hyung— I'm— If you don't—" 

"You're gonna cum, baby?" Sieun giggles as he rubs the pad of his thumb against the glans, not bothering to stop when Suho's hips start to buck, rubbing harder with each loud moan. "You're so easy to tease, so easy to turn into a mess, ah... you're really just a dumb, needy puppy. Aren't you?"

"Hmmn–nggh—" 

"Fuck," Sieun is finally starting to sound affected in Suho's ears. "Lemme just—"

And then, when Sieun tilts his pelvis enough for Suho to feel the heat of his cunt pressing against the base of his cock, while his tip is still being abused by a tireless Sieun, he just can't hold it anymore. 

He isn't strong enough not to cum at the sight of the omega grinding all over his length, wiggling up and down slowly, leaving streaks of slick all over his cock with every delicate movement. Suho's entire body trembles in time with his orgasm, a loud cry tearing at his vocal cords, hips still thrusting upward, riding his climax.

"There you go, baby..."

"Hah, fuck— Jesus fuck..." Suho curses, all panting and sweaty while his cock still throbs, releasing one last hot jet under Sieun's thumb, which still makes light circles on his hypersensitive tip, making it clear that he's not done yet. He's not done with Suho yet. "Hyung— a–ah— wait—"

But Suho doesn't know if he can take another one.

"Hmmn?" 

His cock is practically raw, bright red. Sieun's persistent touch is already starting to hurt as the post-orgasm fog clears. He came three times in one day and God knows he doesn't want to stop now— hell, of course he doesn't. 

But he really doesn't know if he can take one more without passing out. 

Or worse, start crying.

"Wait— hyung, p–please, it's—ah... it's h–hurting—" He tries to speak, but only lost whimpers come out of his mouth, weak sobs interrupting his words, his whole body spasming. "I can't—hmmn—ah—"

"Oh, but you're still so hard, puppy..." Sieun traces a soft line with his fingers, the light touch running from the slightly swollen base of the alpha's cock to the tip, collecting all the cum dripping there in the middle and spreading it all over his clit while stimulating it, still rubbing himself all over Suho's hard length.

God.

Suho feels so sensitive that even the ghost of a touch makes him writhe under Sieun's weight.

"Hyung-ie... f–fuuuck—"

"I know you can take it, baby boy, c'mon... mmnh, don't—don't you wanna feel me? Hm? Feel how good it is to be deep inside hyung-ie?" Sieun asks, his voice breathless but incredibly still firm, never stopping the movement of his hips. His free hand blindly reaches up to Suho's sweaty cheek that isn't pressed against his neck, caressing the warm skin there, smiling as he feels the alpha lean into his touch. "Hyung's gonna ride you so good, baby, don't you want that?"

Suho wants it, he wants it so badly that he can't hold back the whimper just from the proposal.

"Isn't that what you've always wanted? Hm?"

Oh—

"H–hyung—"

"Suho-yah. I'm not a dumb puppy like you, baby." The way he's basically belittling him and yet still using that affectionate, almost tender tone is messing with Suho's head. "I know what you want, I’ve always known."

Fuck.

"I—"

"I know that you spent your rut all by yourself, puppy. Do you mind—ah, do you want to tell me what you were thinking all that week?" He speaks impetuously amid sighs of pleasure, "who was on your mind, hm? Who’d you imagine taking your knot, Suho-yah? Tell me."

Fuck. 

Suho already finds himself thrusting against the heat again, fucking into the warmth of Sieun’s folds, even though he feels a lump forming in his throat— even though he feels tears gathering in his lower lashes and the urge to sniffle in his own humiliation grows.

"Sieun— h–hyung, hyung-ie, please— don't make me say—"

"Then just tell me what you really want... c'mon, you can do that for me, can't you?" The voice sounds sweet in Suho's ear. "What do you want, puppy? Wanna fuck your hyung-ie? Fuck me like you've been dreaming about for so long? Is that what you want?"

Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

"I— f–fuck, yeah. Yes. Please. I want— I w–want it so fucking bad, hyung—" His cock burns, his scent gland itches, and his whole body trembles with hypersensitivity, but damn it— today is not the day Suho is going to pass up the opportunity to have Yeon Sieun bouncing on his cock. He can deal with the consequences later.

It's impossible to refuse Sieun. 

In his delirious mind, Suho’s actually beginning to consider the theory that the omega there is simply a divine being— a divine, evil, angelically sensual, and persuasive being. Made solely to suck him dry, determined to take away all his dignity along the way. 

"Mmn, that's what I thought..."

And just like that, in a movement too quick for Suho's twisted mind to fully grasp, Sieun turns around on his lap, resting his knees on the sofa and leaning forward, hugging the alpha's neck as he brings their noses together. Lips inches apart. Dilated pupils reflecting each other.

"Hah—" Suho lets out a weak sigh.

Sieun lets out a soft chuckle when he notices the other's watery, drowsy eyes, the air blowing hot on Suho's face.

"You’re gonna cry, baby boy?" He murmurs the question with a grin on his face, as one of his hands slides between them and grabs Suho's hard cock, lifting his hips as he presses the tip against his entrance, teasing, provoking the alpha until the last second.

"H-hyung-ie..." He sobs. Moans. Whimpers. Cries. His hands run over the smooth thighs of the boy on his lap, sliding down to his plump ass, squeezing it until the flesh escapes between his fingers.

Fuuuuck—

The first tear rolls down his cheek at the same pace as Sieun sinks onto his cock, slow and steady. Almost agonizing, but so pleasurable. 

The heat, the wet tightness embracing his cock is unbearably good. So good. Even better than he ever imagined, ever dreamed. He lets out a sly, drawn-out sound when the omega reaches the end, shivering as he feels the warm skin of Sieun's temple fall on the junction of his neck.

"F–fuck—" Sieun gasps, his nose too close to Suho's scent gland, rubbing there, inhaling deeply. Strong cinnamon incense fills the room, blending so well with the hot caramel dripping on the floor. "Ah—shit, you're huge, Suho-yah..."

"Hmn—a—ah—" His eyes roll back, eyebrows impossibly squeezed together in an expression of pure pleasure, feeling Sieun begin to roll singly on his cock. "But—but hyung can make it fit, r–right?"

"Mmn, h–hyung— fuck, hyung made it fit, baby, don't worry," Sieun groans with his mouth open, smearing Suho's neck with drool, taking the opportunity to drag his tongue there, feeling the alpha shudder under his weight. He takes Suho's right hand, previously firmly clamped on one of his cheeks, and brings it to the bulge marked on his belly, right where the alpha's cock is visibly buried in his guts. "See? Your cock fits hyung-ie so well, puppy..."

A loud moan escapes Suho’s lips, gasping as he forces himself to lower his head enough for his downcast eyes to take in the sight— the fucking sight of his cock poking Sieun's skin from the inside.

"F–fuck—" He sobs, tears burning in his eyes as he caresses the omega's soft belly, mesmerized by the way he can see his cock squirming beneath it every time Sieun circles his hips.

Suho bucks upward, Sieun bites into his strong trapezius muscle. "S–stay still, Suho-yah."

"But—"

He’s desperate to fuck. He wants so badly to grab his hyung's waist, dig his feet into the floor, and thrust his cock repeatedly into the omega's wet hole, he wants so badly—

"Don't even try to disobey me, baby. Mmn—" He slides his tongue all over his neck, paying extra attention to the red, irritated gland, circling the muscle wet with it. "You don't want hyung to go and leave you like this, hm?"

"N–no— no, don't— please, not again, hyung..." Suho wants to be good too. He'll endure it. "I–I'll be good, I'm— I'm gonna be obedient, please—"

"Mmn, good puppy." The alpha lets out a pleading sound in response.

Sieun smears his entire neck, leaving reddish marks, dark hickeys, reveling in all the pathetic sounds Suho lets out, swallowing all the whimpers until he reaches his jaw. The omega leaves a simple peck on the marked bone before stepping back and finally coming face to face with the alpha's deplorable state.

Suho is a real mess. 

His chest rises and falls rapidly with each gasp that escapes his slightly mouth. His skin is hot, burning. Sweaty bangs stick to his forehead. His face glistens with moisture— completely wet with sweat and tears. 

He knows he looks like a mess, he knows he's never been in such a compromising position before, that he's never been subjected to such a loss of power like this, but he— Suho isn't complaining, he's completely absorbed in the world around him, his brain shut off, his body trembling with agonizing pleasure. All he can think about is Sieun, Sieun, Sieun, Sieun.

Fuck, he's about to explode just from the weight of Sieun gaze— looking at him like that, from above. 

Heavy eyelids admiring Suho as if he were his greatest masterpiece, pupils dilated with pride for the hard work he had put together piece by piece, with the final touches made, finished, complete. Sieun built the mess that Suho is now, and he’s deeply proud of it.

A dirty smile grows on Sieun's face as his thumb caresses Suho's warm, red cheek. And Suho is so high, so lost in the caramelized scent, so sunk in the omega's heat, so submissive to that touch that his only reaction is—

His head tilts to the side, leaving his neck fully exposed, vulnerable. Muscles stretched and tense, ready for a bite, almost as if begging for it. Suho isn't even fully aware of what he’s doing. His body works on autopilot, following what his instincts command, need.

He has never felt like this before, this sensation, this extreme need for something, for belonging, for submission to someone anchoring himself firmly at the core of his being. 

It's too strong for Suho to ignore his body's commands, so strong that he feels more tears running down his flushed face.

He is—

He’s presenting himself to the omega.

And Sieun stops breathing for a second.

"Baby... Suho-yah..." Sieun chokes. Suho feels his cunt contracting around his cock. "Are you— presenting to me?"

Suho lets out a thin whine.

I am. I am. I am. I am.

"Sieun-ah, p–please—"

Please, bite me. 

Please. Please.

Please.

Make me yours.

"Fuck, you are. You— baby—" He leans toward Suho’s reddened neck again, drawn to the strong scent of cinnamon, pulled to rub his nose against the swollen gland. Sieun scratches his teeth against the skin. He sighs, exhales, grunts, frowns in distress— fuck, his nails are practically piercing Suho's shoulder in an attempt to establish his self-control. "I—I can't—Suho-yah, I can't do that, baby boy..."

"Mmn—ngh, why? W—why? Hyung-ie, please—" His sob is loud, hoarse. "I—I'm not being g—good enough?"

"No, baby, no— you're doing so good. So good, baby. But— I just—" He speaks, his voice slurred, still glued to the other's neck, unable to pull away. "Shit, you— ah, you smell so good, Suho-yah. So sweet for an alpha, I've never seen something like that before..."

And then Sieun finally, finally, starts bouncing on his cock, as if he can no longer control himself, can no longer restrain his movements to weak wiggles. He moans loudly, feeling every inch of Suho throbbing inside him.

"A–ah— I— fuck, I almost jumped on you right after I crossed that door. I wasn't— expecting you'd smell so fucking good."

Suho rolls his eyes in pleasure. Choking on his saliva as he feels Sieun's heat spread throughout his body, his cock twitching inside the omega— but still controlling the impulse of his hips, letting Sieun use him as he pleases. Behaving himself.

"Shit—fuck, oh my god." He closes his eyes tightly, jaw completely slack, still feeling the ghost of Sieun's teeth sliding across his trapezius muscle. "But—then—ah, then why? Why wouldn't you bite me…? Please, p–please, hyung-ie… b–bite me, please—"

He's whiny. He's whining like his life depends on it. On a bite. On the grip of Sieun's hot cunt sliding faster down his cock. He sobs for it.

Sieun has turned him into a crying baby.

And Suho couldn't care less about that right now. Not when he can still feel the older man's heavy breathing on his neck. Not when he feels completely and deliciously overstimulated by Sieun's tight heat.

"Baby, I–I can't—" He keeps fucking himself onto the alpha's cock, forcing his thigh muscles, going faster and faster, deeper and deeper. Letting his drool run down Suho's wet skin as he shudders when he feels the head pierce a delicious spot inside him. "O–oh, fuck—"

The alpha grabs any piece of skin he can reach. Trying with all his might not to push against Sieun's movement.

Trying to be good.

Be good.

Be good.

Be good to his hyung. Be good until he deserves a bite. Be good enough to be marked.

But he wants so badly—

"So— t–then, fuck, can you just— please, a–at least let me fuck you right. P–please, Sieun-ah— hyung, I—" 

"Mmn–ah," one more bounce, one more tight squeeze on Suho's stomach, pleasure taking over all his senses. "S–say that again— ask me like that again, like a good puppy that you are and I might—"

"Please, please, please, Sieun-ah, p–please—" He obeys, but at the same time breaks his word, unable to hold back and thrusting against the squeeze with a slight movement of his hips. A hoarse moan escapes his throat as soon as he realizes that Sieun didn't complain, just sighed on his shoulder, giving him permission.

Suho feels the omega's legs trembling in his hands.

"Hah, wa–wanna fuck me right, huh? Do you even know how to do that? Fuck me right?" His voice is broken, thin, breathless, but he still manages to sound arrogant in that seductive way. "I'm not the one crying here so I d–don't— fuck, I'm not sure if I can trust your words—"

Suho pushes his hips once more, harder, more uncontrolled.

"Ah—"

"I swear, I p–promise... I'm gonna fuck you so good, Sieun-ah, please, please—" He's desperate. "Let me— let me show you how good I can be, h–how good I can make you cum, hyung— please—"

Another thrust.

"I can—I can be a good alpha for you, hyung..."

And another one.

"Su–Suho—"

One more.

"I could knock you up so fucking good, hyung, please— hyung-ie, p–please—"

Hard and deep.

"W–what— fuck—"

"Please... hyung, please, l–let me fuck you until you're full of me... full of my cum—"

"A–ah—oh, m–my fucking god—"

At this point, Suho can no longer control his movements. He’s already fucking Sieun, planting his feet on the floor and thrusting against the wet heat. Arms wrapped around the omega's waist, afraid he would run away but fucking inside the pulsating hole like a madman.

Sieun lets out a breathless groan, melting into the tightness, the thrusts, Suho's cock piercing him inside so well.

"God, fuck—okay, s–shit, okay, c'mon—c'mon baby, keep going like that, fuck your hyung-ie just like that—"

Fuck. 

Suho is going to cum so fucking fast. Again.

"Mmnn–ngh—ah... hyungie... Sieun–nie—" He whimpers.

His hips reach an unstoppable speed. Sieun is already limp in his lap, only managing to arch his back more as his special spot is completely abused by Suho's big, fat cock. 

"F–fuck— there! R–right there, baby—" The omega screams, contracting around Suho. Slick drips abundantly, making the sounds even wetter and more indecent, sliding from the alpha’s cock to his groin. "Mmmnn—ah, fuck me right there!"

Suho is practically drooling, squeezing his eyebrows together in complete ecstasy, whimpering as he buries his face in the older man's sweaty neck. He inhales the caramelized sugar heavily, no longer aware of what he's doing, but even so, he obeys the commands— or at least tries to. 

He grabs Sieun's ass hard again, pounding into the heat with even more power, his hips erratic as he tries to find his rhythm, thrusting where Sieun feels best, trying at all costs to elicit even more moans from the omega. Trying to make his hyung feel as good as he himself is feeling right now.

And it seems to be working, judging by the way Sieun squeezes into his arms.

"S-Sieun-ah... hyung— I–I'm... mmmnh, I'm gonna—"

His thigh muscles ache, his cock throbs hard with every thrust, and the heat in his stomach is about to explode.

"I know— I–I know, baby..." Sieun slides his open mouth over the warm skin, moving from Suho's neck to the corner of his lips, smearing the alpha's heated cheek halfway there. His teeth brush the surface. He lets out a gasping moan as he finally presses his lips to the alpha's. 

The omega tastes exactly as Suho always imagined. Sweet and addictive.

Sieun doesn't exactly kiss him, he speaks into his mouth. He licks it. He makes a mess of saliva as he waits patiently for an almost unconscious Suho to willingly open his lips and let his tongue be taken by him.

Allowing the flesh of his mouth to be mistreated by the omega's sharp teeth. Allowing drool to drip down his chin amid the hot kiss.

He lets it all happen.

He won't complain. Suho is where he always wanted to be. He accepts everything. Everything Sieun wants to give him. Letting Sieun control him like a real puppy in training.

As if Suho were his puppy.

His cock throbs hard inside the omega just at the thought. 

"You're d–doing so good, puppy... fucking hyung-ie so good—" Their mouths don't come apart. Suho just swallows what Sieun has to say. "Hah, I'm n–not that far away either."

Suho lets out a high and pathetic sound on the omega's lips.

"Just— fuck me harder, baby—" He whispers, his voice as sweet and appealing as the scent in the air. "A–ah, can— can you do that for me, Suho-yah? Make hyung cum?"

"I can— I can, I c–can—"

He can.

He can— and will do anything Sieun commands at this point.

"Mmnn, t–then show me— fuck, prove it... show me what you've got, big boy..." Sieun moans, letting his head fall on the younger man's shoulder again as he feels the thrusts getting more and more violent, faster. "Ah, t–that's it— fuck me, fuck your hyung-ie—"

And from that moment on, Suho loses himself in time. In the throbbing pleasure that rises through his core. In the suffocating burning in his scent gland every time Sieun's sharp teeth graze a specific spot. In the crazy feeling of the omega he's always craved, letting him fuck him hard and deep while moaning beautifully on his skin.

He thrusts mercilessly, sinking into the hot, wet heat until he feels the omega's legs tremble and Sieun's walls tighten around his cock.

"S–Suho-yah— o–oh my god, baby..." He slides a hand between the tightness of their two bodies together to his swollen clit. "D–don't stop, keep— keep going, fuck— don't stop!"

Suho can't hold back.

He won't stop. But he won't be able to hold back either.

The tightness feels too good. The gasping moans sound too good. The sweet smell is fucking too good. 

Yeon Sieun is too good.

Suho is a weak man. And, apparently, he’s discovering himself to be an even weaker alpha. He lets out a whine when he feels his veins pulsing and his knot beginning to swell inside the tight hole.

"Hyung, S–Sieun-ah... fuck, I— m–my..." He continues thrusting deep, not wanting to disobey the omega's commands; but still slowing down at the same pace as the base of his cock swells. Pleasure clouding his mind. "I— ah, hmn–ngh... sho–should I take it off—"

"No! S–shit— no, no, no— I wanna feel it," The alpha wouldn't be able to take it off anyway, thrusting one last time before the knot completely attached itself to Sieun. "Don't move, baby— hyung wants to... to f–feel your knot. Deep inside. L–like this."

"F–fuck... fuck! O–oh, my god—"

Suho grips the hot flesh tightly as thick strokes of cum paint the omega's insides. He whimpers loudly, riding his fourth orgasm of the day with a certain pleasurable pain, tilting his hips upward as if every inch of his cock wasn't already completely buried inside Sieun.

"Hah—"

Sieun sighs weakly, pulling away just enough to rest one of his palms on Suho's defined chest and circle his hips as much as he can, feeling the delicious stretch in his walls. He wiggles as his fingers continue to stimulate the sensitive button, trembling as he lets his head fall back.

He’s literally using Suho's cock to pleasure himself right now. Moaning softly, he moves his body in languid waves, following his own pleasure while practically putting on a private show for the alpha beneath him— who watches everything with dilated pupils, rapid breathing escaping his parted lips and a glazed look in his eyes.

Suho looks at Sieun as if he were a god. A sweaty, panting god stuck to his cock. 

"Hyung—" Suho tries to speak through whimpers, feeling the sensitivity of overstimulation coming, but doing nothing to stop Sieun from having his moment. He's not crazy enough to interrupt this fucking sight. "Hyung-ie... y–you're so hot, you look so fucking hot on my knot right now—"

Sieun bites his lips into a restrained smile as his head tilts to the side again. The crease between his eyebrows and the rhythmic contraction of his pussy showing how close he is.

"Sieun— h–hyung, please, p–please, cum— cum on my cock, I need to— I wanna feel hyungi-e cumming, please—"

The omega looks so absurdly hot that Suho feels his cock contract and another stream of cum explode pathetically inside the warm walls. 

"Mmnn— I– f–fuck—" Sieun's legs tremble. His hips make another erratic circular motion. His thighs squeeze Suho's sides. And then his whole body collapses onto Suho, his sweaty forehead slowly resting on his neck. "S–shit—"

The orgasm spreads strongly throughout his system, making the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and a guttural moan tear through his throat, taking all the breath out of his lungs.

Suho practically feels the peak of pleasure along with Sieun.

"Holy shit." Yeon Sieun just came on his cock. His knot is buried deep inside Yeon Sieun.

Fuck.

Suho takes a deep breath, feeling Sieun's racing heartbeat against his skin.

The sound of heavy breathing begins to fill the room, along with the low noise of the television still on. The alpha tries to regulate the crazy rhythm of his chest as he smoothes the back of the boy in his lap.

His mind is completely blank, his body so light and limp that he feels like he's practically floating on clouds. Heavy muscles in an almost pleasurable exhaustion. Dry throat. With the omega of his dreams in his arms.

It's a perfect situation to enjoy the silence and fatigue of the moment.

But even so, he still feels the urge to ask. To break the comfortable silence. To interrupt the post-orgasm tranquility.

"Hah... hyung..." 

"Mmn?" The sound is hoarse and deep. Somehow it also sounds sweet and patient to Suho's ears.

"I— did I— I—"

He doesn't know exactly where he's going with this question, but he appreciates how his mental confusion makes a light chuckle escape Sieun's lips. His heavy eyes close as the warm air tickles the skin on his neck.

"You did good, puppy. So good... made me feel so, so, so fucking good. Hyung's gonna give you a reward, okay? Hm?" Sieun somehow accurately guesses what Suho wanted to hear at that moment. "Sounds good?"

Calming pheromones flood the alpha's senses, making his head feel even lighter. 

"Mnnnn..."

"Words, Suho-yah."

"Yeah, y-yes. Please."

Suho can feel Sieun's slight smile at the base of his trapezius. He feels when wet lips begin to rise, lightly brushing against his skin in a back-and-forth motion, leaving a soft kiss on the reddened gland before dragging his teeth to a safer place.

The alpha holds his breath as he feels Sieun pierce his skin in a calculated bite; strong enough to leave a mark but also not so violent as to make him bleed. Just a small act of gratitude. 

His mouth opens slowly in a ragged sigh. His limbs tense and his cock throbs uselessly, still trapped inside the omega. "A–ah, Sieun-ah..."

Damn, his head is spinning.

Sieun licks the reddish mark, leaving several kisses around the other's neck, enjoying how breathless Suho seems to be.

"Feel satisfied?"

"M'yeah..." Suho replies in a whisper. He takes advantage of the moment to caress Sieun all over, running his palms over his thighs, sides, waist until resting again on the visible bulge in his belly. "But—should I feel, like, a little concerned about being a young father or..."

The omega lets out another giggle, now lifting his face to face Suho with a relaxed look.

"Oh, no, baby. I take good care of my birth control. Don't even worry about it. There is literally no way." He brings one hand to the alpha's warm cheek, caressing the skin with a certain tenderness— which is soon broken by two light pats left there. His smile widens before he continues speaking. "But, y'know... you can keep trying all night long if you want..."

Suho can’t tell if he’s in heaven or hell— but, honestly, he doesn’t care, as long as this deity stays in his lap forever.

"Hmn? How about that, Suho-yah?"

"Fuck yeah..."