Work Text:
Joong's pine and smoky scent mixes with Dunk's honey and vanilla in their bedroom until there is no telling where one ends and the other begins. Dunk is on his stomach with his fingers twisted in the sheets and his teeth sunk into the pillow, and Joong is behind him, one hand pressing down between Dunk's shoulder blades to keep him flat while the other grips Dunk's hip hard enough to bruise.
Joong pushes into him slow, the kind of slow torment that makes Dunk's eyes roll back even as he tries to stay composed.
"Faster," Dunk makes sure to sound bored, saying that. "For fuck’s sake, you going to take all night or what?"
Joong chooses not to answer to that taunt. He just pulls out almost all the way and sinks back in, same maddening pace, same deep drag that hits everywhere inside Dunk and makes his toes curl.
"I said faster," Dunk repeats, and he pushes his hips back just to be difficult, just to see what Joong will do.
What Joong does is grab both of Dunk's wrists and pin them above his head, one hand holding them both down easily because Joong is stronger and they both know it. Joong leans forward until his chest presses against Dunk's back and his mouth is right next to Dunk's ear.
"You run that mouth one more time," Joong mutters calmly, "and I will stop altogether. Then you can finish yourself off. How does that sound?"
Dunk shivers, a hot flush crawling up his neck, but he keeps his face blank, refusing to give Joong the satisfaction of showing how good it feels. "You wouldn’t dare."
Joong pulls out completely and moves away.
Dunk whips his head around, mouth falling open, because Joong actually did it, actually fucking stopped, and the loss of him inside is unbearable. Dunk feels empty in a way that makes his stomach clench and his omega whine, a sound he can’t hide.
"Joong," his composure cracks just a little. "That is not funny."
"You said I wouldn’t dare," Joong says, and one corner of his mouth lifts. "I dared."
Dunk glares at him, chest heaving, skin flushed. His hair is a mess across his forehead and his lips are swollen from biting them and he knows he looks wrecked already, knows Joong can see it. He tries to summon his best bratty sneer but it comes out more like a pout.
"I admire you for acting like you’re not dying to be inside me. Put it back in," Dunk says.
"Ask nicely."
"Pretty please put you fragile ego away and just fuck me already like a real alpha would."
Joong reaches down and wraps a hand around himself, stroking slow, and he keeps his eyes on Dunk the whole time. The scent of him gets stronger, alpha and aroused and everywhere. Dunk's mouth waters.
"Ask nicely," Joong says again, "and I will fuck you so hard you forget your own name. Keep being bratty and I will go jerk off in the bathroom and leave you here like this."
Dunk knows Joong is lying. Joong would never leave him like this. But the threat alone makes his thighs press together, makes his hole clench around nothing. He hates how much he wants this and how good Joong is at taking him apart.
"Please," Dunk grits out grudgingly
"I can’t hear you."
"Please," Dunk says louder, and his voice breaks on the word, and that is when he knows he has lost. "Please fuck me. I’ll go crazy if you don’t."
Joong's expression fleetingly grows fond behind the intensity, and then he flips Dunk onto his back without warning. Dunk's wrists are still pinned, his legs spread, and Joong settles between his thighs like he belongs there and pushes in with one smooth thrust, bottoming out, and Dunk's back arches off the bed.
"Yes," Dunk gasps, and he does not even try to hide it anymore. "Yes, like that, fuck, like that."
Joong sets a pace that has Dunk trembling and gasping, deep and hard and exactly what Dunk was begging for. The bed slams against the wall with every thrust and Dunk throws his head back and stops pretending he has any dignity left.
Dunk wraps his legs around Joong's waist to pull him deeper, nails raking down Joong's back, and he is making sounds he would be embarrassed about if he had any room in his brain for embarrassment. But he doesn’t. He only has room for this experience, for Joong, and for the way Joong fills him so completely it feels like they were made to have as much hot sex with each other as possible.
"There you are," Joong croons with amusement in his voice. "There is my good omega. Took you long enough to come out."
Dunk wants to snap back but all that comes out is a desperate moan, because Joong shifts his angle and hits somewhere that makes Dunk see stars…and heaven. He is so, so close, his cock leaking against his stomach, his whole body winding tighter and tighter.
"Please," Dunk hears himself say, and he does not even know what he is asking for anymore. "Give it to me."
"What do you want?" Joong asks, and he slows down just enough to be cruel and just enough to keep Dunk staggering on the edge without letting him fall.
Dunk cries out in frustration, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "Breed me," he finally lets it out before he can stop it, too out-of-it and to desperate now to hold anything back. "Joong, please breed me. Knot me. Breed me. I want it so bad, Joong. I want you so bad. Please."
Joong groans, and his hips stutter for just a second because hearing Dunk beg like that, hearing Dunk say those words, undoes him. He leans down and presses his forehead to Dunk's and he doesn’t let up on the pace even as he feels his knot starting to swell.
"Yeah?" Joong sounds wrecked too. He wants this as badly as Dunk does and he’s beyond hiding it. His desire is bigger than his pride. "You want me to breed you? You want everyone to smell me on you for days?"
“That’s what I fucking said.”
“Nicer now or I’ll stop for real.”
"Yes," Dunk sobs, because he is past pride now. "Yes, yes, yes."
Joong's knot catches on each thrust, growing bigger, and Dunk's omega keens at the feeling because this is what his body has been waiting for, the thing that will make them whole. Joong pushes in one last time and his knot locks them together, and the stretch of it makes Dunk come undone.
Dunk's orgasm hits him like a wave, his whole body shaking, his mouth open on a silent scream, and he feels Joong follow right after, spilling inside him, filling him up, breeding him just like he begged for. Joong's hips keep jerking through it in shallow thursts that push his seed deeper, and Dunk wraps his arms around Joong's neck and holds on.
They stay tied together, Joong's weight a welcome thing on top of him. The room is now utterly silent except for their breathing which slowly evens out, and Dunk feels a deep sense of rightness settle in him, a completeness. His omega purrs contentedly, because he has been bred by his alpha and everything in the world makes sense for the first time.
Joong nuzzles into Dunk's neck, lips brushing over the skin where a mating bite would go, and Dunk tilts his head to give him more room. Joong doesn’t bite down yet but he presses a tender and reverent kiss there, and Dunk shivers for a completely different reason.
"I feel inside me," Dunk whispers. "So good."
Joong lifts his head and looks at Dunk with an expression so tender it makes Dunk's heart ache. "That is where I belong." Joong whispers back.
Dunk runs his fingers through Joong's sweat-damp hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. Joong's eyes fall half-closed and he makes a sound like a pleased animal, and Dunk smiles.
"I love you. Even when you are being bratty." Joong laughs softly, kissing Dunk’s jaw.
Dunk's heart swells. He pulls Joong's face up so he can kiss him unhurriedly, nothing frantic about it this time. Just lips and tongues and the taste of each other, hot and good. Joong cups Dunk's jaw in his hand and holds him there like he never wants to let go.
When Joong's knot finally goes down, he pulls out gently, and Dunk tenses up a bit at the sudden emptiness. But then Joong is there with a warm washcloth, cleaning him up with tender care and gentle hands, pressing kisses to Dunk's thighs and his stomach and his hips as he goes.
Joong murmurs praise the whole time and Dunk floats in it, letting himself be taken care of.
Joong wraps him up in a blanket and pulls him close, Dunk's back against Joong's chest, and he kisses the back of Dunk's neck, the curve of his shoulder, the shell of his ear. Dunk sinks into the warmth and the safety and the feeling of being thoroughly, completely claimed.
Joong kisses Dunk’s hair. "Go to sleep, my love."
"Love you, alpha," Dunk mumbles, the words slurred.
"Love you too," Joong says. "More than anything."
And Dunk sleeps, happy and bred and exactly where he belongs.
-End-