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Yoongi shouldn’t have let Seokjin put together his travel plans. He should have known the meddling omega would have done something ridiculous…like book every flight and train to match Namjoon’s exact travel itinerary down to the very seat next to the insufferable omega.
Seokjin liked to torture Yoongi like that. He learned from the best (Jimin and Taehyung, the happy new parents) on how to get on his nerves just enough for the alpha to not actually be mad, but mildly inconvenienced. Yet he could never stay mad at any of them for too long.
Namjoon on the other hand…that was a different story.
The omega and alpha were known as borderline enemies, even though they were a part of the same tight knit group of friends…and didn’t actually have a real reason to despise each other. Or at least that’s what Hoseok, a fellow alpha and Yoongi’s best friend, said and then would call Yoongi dramatic when he’d try to argue back. Hobi would simply say the two were more like ‘playful, casual rivals’ not bloodsworn enemies. Yoongi would absolutely disagree.
Namjoon despised Yoongi. Had made that fact known since they first met. At first Yoongi had been hurt about it, his alpha shocked that this pretty and gentle (but mouth wateringly thick) omega could be so sarcastic and stand-offish with him. But once he learned Namjoon didn’t like alphas at all (despite being buddy buddy with Hoseok and Jimin) then it all made sense. And maybe he was a bit bitter about it, never drawing a line of truce but only antagonizing the omega whenever he could.
Jimin said they just needed to fuck to get over it. Yoongi hadn’t talked to him for a week after that comment. But he also immediately started having not-so-innocent thoughts regarding the large omega after the idea was put in his head. He couldn’t help that his alpha was attracted to Namjoon. Wanted him. Badly.
He would just never admit to it.
So when he saw Namjoon walking towards him across the airport terminal, his mood immediately soured. And maybe his heart skipped a beat or two.
Namjoon looked exceptionally large today in a smooth leather jacket with a tight white t-shirt underneath. So tight Yoongi was sure that without the jacket he would have seen every defined ridiculous muscle and soft curve.
The first thing Yoongi always noticed about Namjoon every time they saw each other was his size . Namjoon had always been tall and broad for an omega (much bigger than Yoongi and while most weaker alphas would probably be turned off by it, there was something about it that made his inner alpha practically pant and drool with need) though that didn’t really matter to Yoongi. But the way the omega had been bulking up in recent years…now that he had a problem with.
What did he need all those muscles for anyway? The omega owned and operated a greenhouse, surrounded by nothing but plants all day every day. Maybe mulch bags or plant pots were heavy but Namjoon definitely had alpha workers employed to do the heavy lifting. So what was the point of the body building? It drove Yoongi a little crazy if he thought about it too much.
If the alpha was honest with himself though he would know that his mild obsession with the omegas growing body was due to the fact he was insanely attracted to him. Attracted to his overly large build. His sweet smile and perfect dimples. His deep voice and the way he spoke so intelligently. He was extra attracted to the way his rain storm and lilac scent clung to his skin after every time they were around each other. Even his accident prone tendencies was something Yoongi found endearing.
But, again, he would never admit to any of that. Never. He wouldn’t be embarrassed a second time in trying to pursue him. He knew the omega despised him and so Yoongi had to despise him too.
“Small world,” Namjoon muttered behind his mask, adjusting his backpack on his stupidly broad shoulders as he and Yoongi stepped up to the security line.
Yoongi only grunted his half-assed greeting and waved his hand for the omega to go before him. His frown even evident behind his own mask. Namjoon stiffened, eyes following his hand, but went on ahead without another word.
Yoongi tried hard not to stare at the omegas perfect ass as Namjoon bent down to unzip the sides of his boots.
They walked beside each other in silence through the security line. The usual tension between them growing thick as always. Yoongi glanced down once to see Namjoon was wearing colorful pink and green cactus socks and it made his alpha grumble over the cuteness.
It also made his mind wonder if the omegas nest was as cute as his socks. If he liked to have lots of blankets and plushies and soft pillows as he was laid back and pounded into, his sweet scent probably covering everything in the nest as he probably leaked so much…
Namjoon suddenly turned his head towards him sharply and Yoongi had to look up at the ceiling to avoid eye contact. Embarrassed only a little about where his head was trying to go.
Yoongi was certain Namjoon was going to say something to him, always ready with some quip or insult on his tongue waiting to counter back to whatever the omega said to him — but Namjoon only pushed his bucket forward towards the security guard and walked through the metal detector. Yoongi sighed, slightly relieved.
He enjoyed their banter most of the time. But it did get tiring after a while. Especially when their friends weren’t around to cut it off when it started getting too much. His alpha didn’t like upsetting Namjoon’s omega. Didn’t like how his sweet scent turned to rotting mildewy flowers when things went too far. His instincts were always a little confused around Namjoon. On edge and ready to fight but also wanting to soothe.
And currently his alpha instincts were ones he couldn’t ignore once they were through security and grabbing their things. Namjoon’s boot zipper had unfortunately gotten stuck on the cute array of keychains hanging off his backpack and the omega was struggling to undo it. Yoongi could have left him behind, kept on going towards his gate. But his alpha stood its ground and before he could stop himself he was reaching towards the tangled mess.
“Here, let me,” he grumbled as he pushed Namjoon’s hands away, the omega surprisingly not putting up a fight.
Namjoon thanked him quietly as he freed his boot and it took everything in Yoongi not to bend down and help the omega put it on and zip it up for him.
That was another reason Yoongi couldn’t stand Namjoon — his inner alpha had a near obsession with wanting to take care of him like he was his omega.
But Namjoon was an omega who didn’t want an alpha. And he had made that very, very clear years ago when they had first met. When Yoongi had first tried to get close to him and Namjoon had shut it down so fast his alpha had pouted for weeks.
But somehow Yoongi still had those dumb instinctive alpha urges that always seemed to heighten whenever Namjoon was around.
Yoongi only shrugged his welcome as he grabbed his tote bag and slipped on his shoes. “K…well see ya,” he said as he began walking towards the international gates.
But after a little while that strong rain storm and lilac scent still wafted towards him, making his insides twist up. He turned around to see Namjoon keeping his distance behind him. Looking around as if he was trying not to look directly back at him.
The alpha slowed his walk until Namjoon caught up, their eyes meeting. It was silly to avoid each other if they were walking the same way. They’d spent many years in the same friend group, despite them being ‘enemies’. They weren’t strangers. Far from it.
“What gate are you?” Yoongi asked as he started walking again, matching Namjoon’s stride even though the omegas legs were so much longer than his.
“D Gate,” Namjoon said quickly, adjusting his mask.
Yoongi stuttered in his step. “…same. Why are you flying out?”
Namjoon glanced at him before looking ahead again. “Well it was the only available flight out there today and I have to catch a train once we land. I’m going to see Jimin and Tae and their new pup.”
“Fuck,” Yoongi swore. Of course he was.
Namjoon startled as he looked at him. “What?”
“What train are you taking?”
“The L Line at 4:20, the long ass one. I wish they could have come home to have the pup. Jungkook, Hobi and Seokjin are flying out in a couple days. It would have been nice to have us all together—.”
Yoongi’s head buzzed as Namjoon prattled on. There was no way…no way. “What train car are you?”
Namjoon paused his nervous monolog and swiped his phone screen. “Um…train A2. I had a public car but I got a random email the other day that I was upgraded to a private car.”
Yoongi swore again. “Yeah…upgraded to my private car. Fucking Seokjin hyung…” the alpha muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Should have known…”
“Oh…” Namjoon said, his sweet scent wilting a little. Yoongi hated that he could smell it through the mask. “Well I can get them to change it back.”
“No, don’t it’s fine. It’s cool. I mean there’s enough room for both of us. And we’re going to the same place anyways, might as well…” Yoongi said as they made it to their gate.
Of course now he would have to spend even longer drowning in Namjoon’s intoxicatingly sweet scent…
It’s fine. Everything was fine.
But when Namjoon pulled his mask down to show those perfectly plump pouting glossy lips and Yoongi had the sudden urge to kiss the pout away…he knew it would definitely not be fine.
“Are you sure, hyung?” Namjoon asked, making Yoongi suck in his breath.
Namjoon rarely called him hyung. They hadn’t really…gotten that far. He only did so when he’d drank too much or (as Tae liked to tease) too close to his heat. They just weren’t like that with each other. They weren’t that close.
But it made Yoongi’s heart beat a bit faster.
“Yeah, yeah don’t worry about it. Um gonna go grab a coffee. Watch my bag?” Yoongi asked as they found two empty seats.
Namjoon nodded wordlessly, fiddling with a cute plush keychain on his bag.
Yoongi was about to walk away when he pivoted. “Do you want anything? Americano right?”
Namjoon blinked and Yoongi swore the omega was blushing. “Uh yeah, wow, you remembered that?”
Of course, he remembered everything about him. “It’s my favorite too,” he said casually, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Yeah, that would be great thanks hyung.”
Yoongi groaned to hide the purr.
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Of course, of course, Namjoon’s seat on the plane was right next to Yoongi’s. The alpha was going to absolutely murder Seokjin when he got the chance.
WTF is your problem? Yoongi texted Seokjin as Namjoon went to shove his bag in the overhead bin.
The omega replied quickly, as if he were waiting for this, with only: 😇 😇 😇
Yoongi growled but then warm golden skin caught his attention. Namjoon’s stupid tight tshirt had ridden up to expose his soft belly, making him lose his train of thought. His alpha wanted to mark it up so badly Yoongi had to grip onto the seat handle to steady himself.
Yeah, Seokjin was dead to him.
“You ok hyung?” Namjoon asked as he sat down in the middle seat, so bulky and big that his shoulder and thigh immediately smushed into Yoongi’s. “You’re sweating.”
“Am I?” Yoongi asked as he shrugged off his flannel. It was hot in here. His tongue already dry. He hoped the plane cooled down once they took off.
Suddenly their third seat mate found his way to their row. An alpha.
Yoongi growled and immediately stood. “Up,” he commanded Namjoon who only blinked up at him, just barely getting adjusted.
“Up, out, go,” Yoongi said, using that alpha tone that was difficult for anyone not to obey. He didn’t like using it often…but right now felt like a good time especially when the omega was sluggish in listening to him.
“Take the window seat,” he told Namjoon as they maneuvered around the other alpha, Yoongi trying to keep himself between them.
What the fuck was he doing? He’d clearly lost his mind.
But Namjoon (for once in all his time knowing him) didn’t argue and squished his large body in the window seat, Yoongi taking the middle one. Separating the omega from the strange alpha. Who then immediately moved to show his mating bite on his neck, a sign of ‘I’m claimed, don’t worry’.
But Yoongi didn’t care.
His alpha senses were going haywire and he had no idea why. Namjoon’s scent seeped in through his mask and made him want to claim, claim, claim . He huffed as he made sure Namjoon was situated and his seat belt fastened before he did his own.
“Wow hyung, didn’t know you were such a chest thumping alpha,” Namjoon said, trying to sound sarcastic but something about his voice was off.
“Don’t start,” Yoongi replied, voice low. “We have a long flight and I do not want to spend it arguing.”
Namjoon put up his hands but Yoongi could have sworn the omega was smirking under his mask. His scent extra sweet and tantalizing. As if calling for the alpha so push his nose into his scent gland and make a home there.
Fuck. This was going to be a long, miserable flight.
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The flight was worse than Yoongi could have imagined.
Seven hours felt like an eternity when sitting next to an omega he’d had many wet dreams about but still had to pretend he could care less for.
But said omega wasn’t making it any easier for him. Or well…his scent wasn’t.
“Could you not ?” Namjoon suddenly snapped about half way through the flight.
He had slept for the first hour or so and Yoongi had nearly died a little when he’d moved and rested his head against his shoulder. Basically having to choke his alpha to keep himself from purring. But over the last hour the omega had become fidgety. Opening his laptop. Closing it. Opening it again. Checking his phone and asking the flight attendant for three cups of water. His lilac scent had made Yoongi’s eyes roll to the back of his head every time he leaned over him.
The omega was clearly agitated but Yoongi couldn’t figure out why. And it was driving him a little mad. His alpha wanted to fix it. Tried to push him towards the omega and ask what he can do to help him relax. But he only set his jaw and exhaled heavily.
“Could I not what ?” Yoongi mumbled, opening his eyes and glaring at a red faced Namjoon. What was making him so flushed?
“You keep pushing your scent out and I want to gag,” Namjoon bit back.
Yoongi sputtered and sat up fully, pushing his big, expensive headphones down around his neck. “Me? You’re the one stinking up this half of the plane Flower Boy. I can barely smell anything over you.”
Namjoon blinked at him a moment, shoulders slumping. “No. All I smell is you . You smell like molten chocolate and it’s making my teeth ache.”
Yoongi couldn’t even hold back the offended sound that came out of his throat. “Well yours is horribly overpowering. I'm thinking of asking to switch seats, so cool it before you suffocate us all.”
The hurt in Namjoon’s eyes was immediate and it made Yoongi sick to his stomach to have caused it.
This was normal for them though. The jabs and cruel words. The arguments that led nowhere. Fighting just for the sake of fighting and arguing their different opinions. Which was usually rare as they did have a lot of similar interests and ideals and viewpoints. It was just when they did find something to argue about they dug at it and dug at it until they exasperated the others. Until Jimin was telling Yoongi to fuck it out of his system. Taunting him that he was trying too hard to hide his crush.
But it never really ended or started between them. Always hovering and never diving. As if all the bickering and nitpicking was to try to cover up something bigger between them. Something that they were both scared of…
“Namjoon, I’m sorry I didn’t—.”
“Just move, I’m going to the bathroom,” Namjoon muttered, shouldering him hard enough to push him into the alpha next to him. Yoongi frowned but let Namjoon out.
He was gone for longer than Yoongi’s alpha liked. Were his feelings really hurt? Had he switched seats without telling him? He deserved the coldness, Yoongi knew that but it still made him feel uneasy that the omega wasn’t right beside him. He would apologize over and over to make that look in Namjoon’s eyes go away. He never wanted to be the cause of that look ever again.
Yoongi was about to get up and go check on him himself when Namjoon finally made his way back to the seat. He rubbed up against Yoongi as he moved to let him in, his calmer floral scent making Yoongi’s alpha sigh. But something in it tickled his nose though, a sweetened spike to it that he’d never smelled on Namjoon before. It made his mouth water.
“You ok?” He asked as they sat back down, watching Namjoon fit his seatbelt back over him.
“Yeah,” Namjoon grunted.
“I’m sorry again, I really didn’t mean it, I’m tired and we…well we…” Yoongi said, words failing him.
“We do that,” Namjoon replied with a small smile. “I know. Even though it sucks.”
Yoongi let out a huff in a sad attempt at a laugh. “Yeah…it does suck doesn’t it? I’m not usually so mean. I don’t know why…”
“Really?” Namjoon asked, brows lifted in surprise. “Could have fooled me. Thought you were a basic asshole alpha.”
Yoongi winced. “I’m really not, though I understand why you think that.”
Namjoon shrugged. “Yeah the others always sing your praises, I could never understand why.”
“Could say the same for you. You’re their precious baby,” Yoongi said, rolling his eyes.
“Funny,” Namjoon said with a smirk. “They call you the same thing.”
Yoongi blushed and groaned, pulling his beanie over his eyes. “Shut up. I’m going to sleep for a bit. Wake me up if you need anything.” Please need me, his alpha whined.
Namjoon only hummed and Yoongi heard the click of his laptop opening before putting his headphones back on.
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Sleeping on planes was not ideal. Yoongi felt gross and grumpy and thirsty when he opened his eyes again.
He turned his head towards the omega, tired eyes focusing on a dimmed laptop screen that was turned slightly away as if no one was supposed to be looking at it.
When his eyes focused his mind began automatically reading before he could stop it.
The omega whined as the alpha pushed another finger in, slick running down his wrist like a faucet. It was thick and luminous and he wanted to drink it up.
“That’s it, angel,” the alpha growled as he curled his fingers. “Gotta take more if you’re going to take all of me.”
“Want more alpha, please,” the omega whined, legs shaking as the alpha abused the spot that made him see stars. “Want you to fuck me now alpha I’m ready, please please please. Fuck me, please . Need you so bad, alpha.”
The alpha growled and fucked him harder with his fingers, the sound obscene as more slick gushed out of the omega. “Not yet, sweet cheeks, need you to come two more times before I give you my knot. Can you be a good little omega and come for alpha, show me how wet you can get?”
Yoongi blinked a few times as he stared at the screen, face growing hot.
“What the fuck are you reading?” He blurted out before he could stop himself.
Namjoon snapped his laptop shut so fast Yoongi was worried he might have broken it. “N-nothing! You’re not supposed to be awake!”
Yoongi sat up and faced him, Namjoon refusing to look him in the eye. “And you’re not supposed to be reading porn on public transit!”
“I wasn’t reading!”
“Well the porn wasn’t your screensaver so…”
“I was writing, you dickhead,” Namjoon hissed, holding his laptop close to his chest, eyes big and wet. Face pink and scent heavy with embarrassment.
Yoongi gaped at him, barely containing a wicked grin. “Writing? You…you write porn? ”
Namjoon let out an exasperated, offended sound. “I write romance!”
Yoongi only shook his head, unable to hide his smile. “Romance. Right. With porn .”
Namjoon grumbled and reached out to push Yoongi away as the alpha tried to grab for his laptop. But Yoongi was quick and grabbed onto Namjoon’s wrist instead.
“Oh stop, let me—,” Yoongi began but then his nostrils flared.
He inhaled deeply and brought Namjoon’s hand closer to his face. The omega tried to pull away but Yoongi was surprisingly strong for his smaller build. Namjoon wasn’t the only one working out lately.
Yoongi sniffed along Namjoon’s fingers. That lilac scent was so strong there he wanted to lick .
His eyes darkened as he looked back to Namjoon, who only whimpered quietly enough to nearly send his alpha into a frenzy. There was only one reason for his scent to be so concentrated there…
“Did you…did you finger yourself in the bathroom?” Yoongi asked, voice low and even, moving closer to Namjoon so only he could hopefully hear.
Namjoon looked like he’d just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar…or well, looked like he got caught writing porn on a plane and fingering himself in said plane's bathroom.
“I…I’m uh,” Namjoon stuttered as he tried to get his hand back again but Yoongi held onto him tightly.
“Did you?” Yoongi asked again, a little more firmly. Why was this exciting him so much? The idea of Namjoon having to squish his big body into that small airplane bathroom to get himself off quickly. Why though? Was he always this naughty or was it…
“It’s your scent,” Namjoon whined, clutching tighter to his laptop, back pressed fully against the window as Yoongi leaned even closer to him. “You’re making me…I’m just…it’s a lot and I’ve never been this close to you for so long just us and I thought I had it under control but…”
“I thought you said my scent made you gag,” Yoongi said, tone teasing until Namjoon blushed more and his eyes shifted to something…dark.
“Yeah…but not in the way you thought I meant it,” Namjoon whispered. Like he almost wasn’t brave enough to say it.
Yoongi growled low in his chest.
“Are you always this turned on when you write?” He asked, trying so hard not to pull Namjoon into his lap. He was positive the small plane seat wouldn’t be able to handle them both. Plus their poor row partner…
“My writing doesn’t turn me on,” Namjoon whispered back, brows furrowed. “But I do write things I want to happen to me…sometimes.”
Yoongi raised a brow at him, pulling his hand back towards his face to scent him again, rubbing his knuckles up and down his cheek as he held onto it tightly. Namjoon looked at their joined hands with longing, letting out a shaky sigh.
“Is what you were just writing something you want?” Yoongi asked.
Namjoon gulped and nodded. “You have…you have really nice hands.”
Yoongi blinked in surprise at this, looking down at their joined hands now. He had always liked his hands. Or at least never had a complaint about them.
They were big. Veiny. His knuckles thick. They were useful for playing music, and cooking, and pleasuring himself and his lovers. But were they in themselves desirable? He hadn’t really thought about it.
“It was the first thing I noticed about you, when we met,” Namjoon continued, a little breathless.
“Really? My hands?” Yoongi asked surprised. Namjoon moved his own hand to trace over his knuckles and the silver rings that adorned his fingers.
“They were the prettiest hands I’ve ever seen…well, alpha pretty of course. So big and rough. I’ve…I’ve thought about them a lot,” Namjoon admired, face red.
Yoongi swallowed hard and his alpha preened. So the omega was thinking about him too? But…he had turned him down so harshly in the beginning. After all this time why admit to this?
“I know what you’re probably thinking,” Namjoon sighed, turning his hand over to trace the lines of his palm. “I was dumb. I was so stuck in my ways all those years ago and so very against the whole ‘find an alpha, get courted, and mate’ thing that any alpha that even looked at me I…I turned away. Even if I was actually attracted to them.”
Yoongi blinked rapidly. “So…you’re attracted to me? Or just my hands?”
Namjoon scrunched his nose, those dimples popping out and it made Yoongi want to lean forward and kiss them both. “Yes, you dumb alpha. I’m attracted to more than just your hands. Though they are really, really nice.”
Yoongi let the omega continue to play with his hand even though he wanted to pull him in for something more. But he had to keep reminding himself they were in public. On a plane. Where they could not leave. At least for another couple hours.
This was torture.
“Did you think of my hands while writing that?” Yoongi asked, gesturing to the laptop.
Namjoon blushed a deeper red, biting at his lip as he nodded. “Yeah…I always do when I write about…about that.”
Yoongi’s alpha wanted to howl in triumph. “Every time?”
Namjoon looked him right in the eyes and nodded. “Every time.”
“And when you…and when you use your hand on yourself…what do you think of then?” Yoongi asked, leaning further until he was practically swallowing that rain and lilac scent. Mouth watering.
Namjoon leaned a bit further this time as well, when he spoke his voice was so deep it sent a shiver up Yoongi’s spine.. “You. Your hands. And what you could do to me with them…”
Yoongi growled low in his chest.
They were in public.
On a plane.
Squished in small seats surrounded by others who could scent them as easily as they could scent each other.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“You could have asked me to go in with you, if you wanted it that bad,” Yoongi said, his other hand moving to grip onto Namjoon’s thick thigh. Something he had wanted to do since that first day they had met. And every time after. Especially as the omega continued to bulk up.
Namjoon made a shocked sound. “Hyung, we’re on a plane. With like…a lot of other people.”
Yoongi’s alpha growled in annoyance. So what? He wanted what he wanted. And he currently wanted to use these hands on this omega and drown in his sweet scent. “We don’t have to join the mile high club or anything, but you smell so needy and I’m willing to help you with that need.”
“Hyung that’s…” But Yoongi could smell the spike of excitement off the omega. Could smell his desire heighten and watched as his eyes glazed over a little. “We can’t.”
“We can. Only if you want to. I don’t want to force you or make you uncomfortable. But fuck Namjoon I really want to get my hands on you.”
Namjoon looked at him with a sharp inhale, still holding his hand and clutching his laptop to his thick chest, cheeks pink.
“Fine,” he said finally, eyes darting over the seat to the back of the plane. “What’s your plan?”
Yoongi’s alpha purred with delight. “There’s two bathrooms in the back. We’ll both act like we’re going there and when the flight attendant isn’t looking, I’ll sneak into yours.”
Namjoon hesitated but then nodded, slipping his laptop back in its bag under his seat. Yoongi’s heart was beating rapidly as they tried to act cool. Still holding hands as they waited a little longer.
But once a flight attendant passed by their seats towards the front, they made their move.
The alpha sitting next to them kept his eyes averted as they both left their row, but Yoongi knew he definitely knew what was going on between them. Could probably smell it a mile away.
Yoongi followed Namjoon to the back of the plane, trying not to reach out and touch him and be too obvious about it. They did need to be a bit sneaky. While they weren’t the first or last people to ever get it on in an airplane's bathroom, it definitely was a bit frowned upon to do so.
Thankfully there were no attendants in the back when they reached the bathrooms. Only one was available.
“Go, go, go,” Yoongi whispered as he ushered Namjoon into the bathroom and quickly shut the door and locked it behind them.
It was cramped, barely room for one let alone two grown males. Didn’t smell the best until lilac, lilac, lilac filled the air. Namjoon backed up to press himself against the sink, Yoongi sticking towards the door.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Namjoon whispered with a giggle, swiping a hand through his short dark hair. Yoongi wanted to run his fingers through the two lines shaved on the side of his temple. They were probably so soft.
“Are you sure you want to do this? We don’t have to,” Yoongi said, wanting full consent from the omega.
Namjoon nodded, braver now that they were ‘alone’ and grabbed onto the front of Yoongi’s shirt. “Yes. Yes please, I want to. Please kiss me.”
And who was Yoongi to deny him?
The alpha inhaled the sweet wet floral notes of his scent as Namjoon pulled him in for their first kiss. His lips were plush against his and Yoongi wished he’d used lip balm before getting this opportunity. Namjoon deserved to be kissed by lips as equally as soft as his. But the omega didn’t seem to mind the dry feel of his lips as he pulled him closer, slanting his mouth against his and teasing him with his tongue. Yoongi’s hand grabbed onto Namjoon’s hips, pulling him flush against him as he groaned low into the kiss.
Why hadn’t they done this before? They should have been doing this for years now. How silly of them to have waited this long.
Namjoon rolled his hips on instinct as they deepened the kiss, the alpha purring in his chest as he felt his arousal already. Could feel how hard Namjoon was for him. And could smell how much he needed him.
They finally broke apart with a sharp gasp for air before Yoongi was kissing and nipping along Namjoon’s jaw. “Do you go around kissing alphas like that on all of your flights?”
Namjoon shook his head with a soft whine. “No, never. Only you.”
“And why me?” Yoongi asked, pulling back to meet his gaze. He wanted to hear it, and not just feel how bad he wanted him.
Namjoon gulped, eyes searching his face as he tugged Yoongi’s beanie off to run his hands through his dark hair. “Because I’ve always wanted you, and I’m tired of pretending I don’t.”
“How long?”
“Since I first told you to fuck off,” Namjoon said with a pout, trying to chase after Yoongi’s lips.
The alpha chuckled, pulling back out of his reach. “If you weren't so stubborn I would have given you what you wanted a long time ago.”
Namjoon huffed. “I was embarrassed. And plus…I thought you didn't like me so I kept it up. But I’ve never not liked you, hyung. I wanted to get close to you but I didn't feel like I could. Like I wasn't allowed. You’re so cool and this big time music producer and I just like plants and books and —.”
Yoongi shushed him quietly, tracing his bottom lip with his thumb until Namjoon was rolling his hips and opening those thick lips again, tongue darting out. “None of that matters. I never wanted to pursue you because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. I might come off as an asshole alpha but I would never push myself on you. Never. But if I had known you were so needy for me…”
“I know, hyung. I know. Please,kiss me, we talk too much,” Namjoon whined.
Yoongi chuckled before he gripped Namjoon’s jaw tightly and pulled him in for another heated kiss. He swallowed the omegas scent down, the floral sharpening with desire strong enough to burn the back of his throat. The alpha wanted to strip off everything between them so they could drown in it.
“You smell so good,” Namjoon whined first though. “I want to eat you up, bit by bit. Swallow you whole.”
“I’ll let you,” the alpha growled back, pushing Namjoon’s leather jacket off his shoulders. If he wanted the omega to come for him they had to hurry it up. He would take his time with him later. “I’d let you do anything.”
Namjoon whimpered, the sound such a contrast to his deep voice it sent thrilling shivers up the alphas back. “Touch me, please.”
“I will, don’t worry, pretty thing. Alpha will give you what you want,” Yoongi said, foggy brain going back to what he had read on Namjoon’s laptop screen just a little bit ago. Did he want an alpha to talk to him like that? Treat him like that?
From the way Namjoon gasped though and his scent spiked with need, tilting his neck trying to expose his neck to him, Yoongi assumed that was a yes . The alpha leaned forward as he pushed his big hands underneath Namjoon’s tight shirt, lips trailing along the side of his neck, dipping just low enough to graze his almost swollen scent gland. A part of his instinctive brain told him that that should have been a cause for concern. That the omega, while greatly turned on, was showing signs of pre-heat.
But Yoongi couldn’t stop, not now. He wanted to bring pleasure to the omega. Almost craved it. It was sending his alpha into a bit of a frenzy, mouth sucking and nipping, leaving shallow marks on his neck. Hands cupping his large but soft chest, his thick silver rings pinching at his nipples as Yoongi squeezed. Namjoon was whining into his neck, the omega licking Yoong’s scent gland over and over. Maybe he would actually try to eat him, Yoongi thought with a chuckle.
“What?” Namjoon asked breathlessly, pulling back slightly but keeping the small alpha close to grind against.
“Nothing, just never imagined I would actually get to be like this with you,” Yoongi said, pushing Namjoon’s shirt up enough for it to go over his chest, big enough to keep it from falling back down. Yoongi let out a satisfied growl. He wanted to get his cock between the drip in his chest and see how much those big muscles could work.
Namjoon whined, puffing his chest a bit, body begging for more. Yoongi was thankful for his shorter height at that moment, as his mouth was perfectly aligned to just lean forward a bit and suck one of Namjoon’s hardened dark nipples into his mouth. The larger omega gasped and moaned loud enough for Yoongi to have to cover his mouth quickly, biting down on his nipple before pulling away.
“Can’t be too loud, darling. You wanna get off don’t you? Then we gotta be quick and quiet,” Yoongi whispered near his ear.
The plane hit turbulence then, shaking them enough for Yoongi to wrap one arm protectively around Namjoon’s waist, hand still covering his mouth. Namjoon practically melted in his arms as the plane smoothed out again, nodding behind Yoongi’s hand.
“You’ll be good?” Yoongi asked as he slowly removed his hand, his palm wet from where Namjoon was licking him. Needy little thing.
“Yeah, yeah I’ll be good I promise,” Namjoon said, eyes wide and chest rising and falling steadily.
“Good omega,” Yoongi purred as he reached down to push under Namjoon’s belt and pants. Wishing in the moment he was wearing his usual (absolutely horny for no reason) grey sweatpants for easier access. But Yoongi would face any challenge he needed to feel how wet the omega was for him.
Namjoon shimmied his hips a little to help Yoongi get them down around his ankles, struggling to get one leg out over his boot. Yoongi dropped down into a squat in front of him, helping get his foot out of his pant legs and gripping his thick thigh in his other hand. He inhaled deeply as Namjoon rolled his hips, his cock large and heavy trapped behind tight boxer briefs. He was larger than any omega Yoongi had been with before and it made his mouth water with desire.
But what really drove his alpha wild was how strong his addictive scent was between his legs. He swore he could see how damp the boxers were already, sticking to his skin even more as slick drenched them.
“Needy baby,” Yoongi said with a satisfied growl. “Wet for me?”
“Y-yes,” Namjoon whined, gripping onto the edge of the sink and trying to stay still as Yoongi rubbed his thighs up and down. His fingers moved to grip over the waistband and gently began to pull, Namjoon sucked in harsh breath as his cock was freed and his scent permeated the air even more.
Yoongi rumbled deep in his chest. “Smell so delicious, I wish I could bend you over and drink from you.”
“Hyung,” Namjoon whined, embarrassment crawling over his cheeks as he tried to hide his face. Yoongi looked up at him with a wicked smirk.
“What, sweet thing?”
“Don’t say that,” Namjoon groaned, but his body jerked as Yoongi reached up and stroked him fully. His head lolled back as one hand flew to Yoongi’s shoulder.
“Don’t like dirty talk?” Yoongi asked as he stroked him, the head of his cock wet enough to help smooth the glide of his hand.
Namjoon nodded about to speak when he looked down and paused. Yoongi’s alpha was elated at how the omega watched his hand with such intense need and desire. His scent once again spiking with that sweet sensual floral. Yoongi had to keep himself from drooling because of it.
“Like my hands on you?” Yoongi asked, stroking more confidently.
“Yes, so much,” Namjoon said, the dazed look in his eyes getting worse.
“Where do you want my hands?”
“Everywhere,” Namjoon whined, spreading his legs a bit more.
Yoongi licked his lips as he kept Namjoon’s gaze as he trailed his other hands up his thigh and then dipped it between his legs. Namjoon was absolutely soaked. More than any omega he’d ever been with. It was doing a great deal of good to his ego as his fingers grew wet and sticky with it and he hadn’t even reached his hole yet.
“So wet for me, wouldn’t think you’d be so naughty in public, Joonie,” Yoongi teased as he finally brushed his fingers over the tight puckered rim. It practically pulsated under his touch as he rubbed it, expert fingers knowing exactly how to tease and soothe.
“Don’t be m-mean,” Namjoon whined, grip tightening on Yoongi's shoulder and the edge of the sink. “Please.”
“Ok, ok I’ll give you what you want, let me make you feel good,” Yoongi purred as he immediately slipped two fingers inside the omega.
Namjoon’s cock twitched and dribbled precum as Yoongi slowly worked his fingers inside, his thighs already shaking when he curled them slightly. Yoongi had always enjoyed using his hands, but never to this extent. Never really focused on it as much as he did now, with one hand stroking and rubbing Namjoon’s cock while the other fucked two fingers into his dripping hole. Namjoon was a mess already, chewing at his bottom lip trying to stay quiet as he rolled his hips.
Yoongi wished they were in a bed or nest somewhere, fully naked so he could really take his time. Taste and tease and suck the slick from Namjoon’s hole and his fingers. He wanted to edge him and then overstimulate him. Make him weep with orgasm after orgasm until Yoongi had to throw away his slick ruined sheets. They should have been doing this for years now. Namjoon should have been wearing his scent and his mark by now. His alpha rumbled in irritation that this omega was not truly his. Didn’t smell like him. Didn’t have his cum buried deep inspire him and plugged with his knot…
But his attention was pulled back as his fingers curled out of instinct and hit Namjoon’s prostate hard enough to nearly send Namjoon to the ground. Yoongi held him quickly by his hips to keep him up with one strong hand, fingers still deep inside him and unrelenting against that sweet spot.
“Hyung, hyung, hyung,” Namjoon chanted, face contorted in a pained pleasure and Yoongi felt his own cock twitch. He’d been so focused on Namjoon’s pleasure he hadn’t even noticed how painfully rock hard he was under his own constricting jeans.
“Yes, baby?” Yoongi purred, voice deep and raspy. Chills spread across Namjoon’s golden skin as he began to pant.
“Close, hyung I’m close please.”
“Already? You are a needy thing, huh?” Yoongi asked but moved his fingers faster, adding a third and going harder. Namjoon’s cock bobbed in front of his face, balls heavy and rising up, an indication he was in fact very close.
“Y-your hands,” Namjoon practically sobbed. “So good. I knew you’d be good. So, so good. Alpha please.”
Yoongi’s alpha nearly howled again as the words tumbled out of the omega, praising and claiming. He did want to be his alpha. Fuck he wanted to be so bad. Wanted this big, pretty, incredible omega to be his. He leaned forward and sucked the throbbing head of Namjoon’s cock into his mouth just as he pressed on that spot again, causing the omega to curl in on himself as he came. Yoongi purred through it, swallowing his cum as it spurted into his mouth, loving the warm wetness dripping down his wrist. Just like in Namjoon’s little romance story.
It took a few more minutes for Namjoon to stop shuddering with the aftershock of his orgasm, big body leaning into Yoongi and pressing him into the opposite side of the bathroom as the alpha held him. He rubbed soothing circles into his back and whispered encouragements into his ear, slowly scenting him. When Namjoon finally relaxed and leaned back, that shy embarrassed look was on his face again.
“Thank you,” he whispered, still holding onto Yoongi. “I…that was…”
“Good?” Yoongi asked, smirking,
Namjoon bit at his swollen lip and studied him as he nodded. “More than good. Better than good. Amazing. Ten out of ten, would do it again.”
Yoongi tilted his head back with a big laugh, forgetting where they were for a second when a sudden knock sounded on the bathroom door. They both froze as if if they didn’t move the person would go away. But then the knock became louder and more insistent, sending them both to get Namjoon back looking presentable again.
Yoongi went to turn the handle but then realized his hand was still covered in slick. Namjoon groaned as he watched the alpha lick it off his fingers before wiping the rest on his jeans.
The alpha took the lead and apologized with a sincere but clipped tone to the flustered beta flight attendant. My omega is a little needier today, won’t happen again so sorry. And then he was leading Namjoon back to their seat. Their seat mate once more avoiding eye contact as they settled back into their seats.
An edge of awkwardness fell over them for a moment as they sat in silence, Yoongi still ridiculously hard but trying to will it away.
“I’m sorry,” Namjoon suddenly whispered close to his year.
Yoongi rumbled a deep sound in his chest. “For what?”
Namjoon swallowed. “That I couldn’t…help…you with well…”
“It’s fine,” Yoongi replied, eyes darting to him but then immediately regretting it as the look on Namjoon’s face was a mix of shy but post-orgasm bliss and it made him want to fuck all and bend the omega over the plane seat and take him right there. “It wasn’t about me. You needed that. Do you feel more settled?”
“Yeah, kind of,” Namjoon said, squirming a bit. “I just feel…but I have to be wrong. It can’t be.”
Yoongi snapped his eyes open at that, turning his full attention to Namjoon again. “Can’t be what?”
Namjoon ducked his head in embarrassment, brows furrowed. “My…my heat. It shouldn’t be time I made sure of it so I could make this trip. I did what the internet said to do with the special tea and vitamins and it was supposed to stall it for at least another week.”
Yoongi groaned. He should have known. Should have noticed the signs. What kind of alpha was he? He had been so consumed by his sudden lust and revelation that Namjoon wanted him — actually wanted him, that he had ignored the obvious. Namjoon was going into heat.
His inner alpha immediately fell into action.
“Are you feeling ok? Can I get you anything? I can point my fan towards you. That jacket is probably too warm for you right now. We only have a couple hours left, when we get off I can find you a heat hotel. Is what we did ok? I didn’t pressure you or anything and with your heat…”
“Hyung, hyung!” Namjoon interrupted with a quiet laugh and a firm grip on his arms. “Hyung, please don’t go all frazzled alpha on me now. I’m fine, it’s only the beginning. I’ll be good for the rest of the day since that…well, since you gave me a mind numbing orgasm. I mean I wouldn’t mind another soon…but we can still catch our train.”
Yoongi sighed and placed his large hand over Namjoon’s. “Are you sure? It was that good?”
Namjoon nodded and bit his plump bottom lip. Yoongi wanted to lean forward and suck it into his mouth. “More than good. It’s settled my omega and I wanted it I promise, I wanted you. Want you. If you do too and if my scent doesn’t bother you too much…it’s probably why it’s so strong…”
Yoongi shook his head. “Your scent is one of the loveliest, most addictive scents I’ve ever smelled in my life. Do you know how hard it is to not scent you every time I see you?”
Namjoon blushed again. “I wish you would have.”
“Well, I will now. Every chance I get.”
Namjoon nodded but then a flash of pain flitted across his expression before calming again. Yoongi’s alpha growled with annoyance that he wasn’t somewhere private and safe with his omega. That he couldn’t ease his suffering with his knot and anything else he needed. These next two hours might actually drive him over the edge.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Yoongi asked gently.
Namjoon sighed but nodded, leaning his head back against the seat. “I’ll be fine. I’m glad we have that private train car though. I’m unmated and it would have been bad if I had been on my own…”
Yoongi did actually growl at the words, the other alpha beside him stiffening with the sudden aggressive sound. “I dare anyone to try to touch you. You’re safe with me. I promise. We’ll get to the train as fast as we can and get you comfortable.”
Namjoon smiled softly as he closed his eyes and tried to relax. “I know, alpha. Thank you.”
Yoongi rubbed soothing circles with his thumbs over the back of Namjoon’s hands. He willed time to go faster so he could get his omega to a safer spot. Once they were on the train he would feel less on edge with his omega comfortable. Then he would be able to focus on making him feel good, over and over until he was worn out and sated.
He was so determined and focused on the fact he hadn’t even realized his alpha was already claiming Namjoon as his. His omega. His mate. His, his, his.
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