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Minho closes the door behind himself, leaning on it as he takes in the sight. Chan is on the bed, arms restrained, tied above his head to the headboard. It brings his muscles to full attention, how they rhythmically flex and relax with every breath he takes. He’s wearing a muzzle, so the breaths are deep and steady, but as soon as he catches scent of an omega in the room, his head snaps forward, trying to see him with the awkward angle. His hips buck up too, cock heavy and red, hard. Waiting. It’s endearing, in a way, how he can’t control a physical reaction.
“Hey, Channie.”
Chan huffs. He can’t really talk properly with the muzzle on, which is a shame. Minho took it off once or twice and really liked his voice. Slowly, he walks to the bed, swaying his hips only a little, in case Chan can catch it with how his neck is straining.
When he’s close enough to touch, he trails his fingers down his torso, barley there with his fingertips, probably ticklish. Chan’s build is insane, he looks like his body was chiseled in stone, crafted by gods and sent down among mortals to look at. But Minho knows how hard he works for it, how he trains and how much discipline he exhibits. It’s quite admirable. Everything he knows about Chan – as little as it is – is admirable.
When he gets to his cock and the ring around the base, keeping him hard, Chan hisses and shuts his eyes. His breathing gets quicker, veins in his neck popping as he makes fists with both his hands. Minho doesn’t tease much, already way too wet to play coy, just strokes him a couple of times.
“Cute.” He smiles as he lets go and Chan immediately opens his eyes again to look at him. Minho looks away as he slips his robe off his shoulders, letting it fall on the floor. “Are you ready for me?”
Chan keeps looking at his face, respectful, as he nods. Minho catches the twitch of his eyebrow where he wants to look down, but he controls himself. He’s good at that. It’s one of the reasons Minho doesn’t have his legs tied like most of the others. Chan has never given him reason to be scared. He’s very well-behaved. Trained to perfection Seungmin said.
He climbs the bed and wastes no time straddling Chan’s lap, sitting on his strong thighs. His mouth waters the more he looks at him, but he keeps his composure. Always remembers how his mentor taught him that an omega has to be proper and prim, not show too much, be it good or bad. Not show vulnerabilities, especially as an heir to the throne and especially not with his concubines.
Chan is… somewhat special. He shouldn’t be, because Minho is not supposed to pick favorites. Not really. He was instructed to see each of the alphas that are here for him as breeding stock, less human and more animal, a means to a goal. A way to get an heir for Minho, because there must be one. Minho is an only child, which means he got no luck in hoping someone else will shoulder the burden of running a kingdom one day while he looms in the shadows. It’s up to him.
Still, Chan is good and charming as much as he can be when Minho sees him with his arms tied and a muzzle covering half his face. He’s watched him practice fencing and the whispers around the castle sing only praises about his bravery and strength. Loyalty too. He feels good and Minho feels really good with him. So naturally, he gravitates towards him.
He flattens Chan’s cock against his belly and leans forward, grinding down on him. Spreading his slick all over. He’s embarrassingly wet, always is this close to his heat. But if anything, Chan should find it flattering and be grateful for it. If he’s as smart as he seems.
Chan makes a sound, eyes back to being closed. His neck bared. Minho could lean in and mark him so easily. Chan wouldn’t be able to refuse it, if it came down to it. But he’d get in a lot of trouble and as much as he tried to rebel as a teenager, he really doesn’t want to embarrass and anger his mother at his grown age. Maybe someday.
“I’m already stretched out.” He tells him, keeping his tone conversational and light. “Really needed this today.”
Chan nods. Minho holds him by the base, raising himself up and circling the tip against his hole. This time he can’t swallow back his own noises, a gasp escaping him. He leaks more slick at the promise of being filled up. Minho really likes Chan’s cock. It’s perfect in a way, just on the side of too big to make him truly feel the stretch and hit that spot inside that erases all thoughts out of his brain. He’s always been a bit of an overachiever.
Slowly, he sinks down. Takes his time, forces himself to relax and breathe through it. Chan keeps incredibly still, like every time. Good, obedient. Picture perfect alpha, truly. He listens to every word Minho has to say, does exactly as he’s told, always. Most people in his life do, however, with Chan it always read like it’s partly out of the obligation and respect to the crown, but partly simply because that’s his nature. He makes for a good solider, a good man, a good alpha. Good breeding stud, too, when needed.
When he’s taken all of him, Minho takes a deep breath and drops his weight on his lap. He observes as Chan blinks at the ceiling, mirroring his breathing. His chest rises and falls with every inhale. Minho can feel him throbbing inside, but he doesn’t move, doesn’t even sneakily try to grind his hips into him. Some do. Minho doesn’t hold it against them, really. He knows it’s instinct, mostly, they can’t help it. They don’t mean harm. Still, it makes Chan all the more fascinating for it.
“Look at me.”
His eyes snap up immediately. His head is on a pillow and with Minho on top he doesn’t have to twist his neck to see him properly. They’re warm eyes, there is a shine in them that Minho spends way too long thinking about. Chan blinks, waiting for the next command.
Minho leans forward and watches as Chan’s eyes widen in surprise. Panic? His scent doesn’t spike, not more than it’s already heavy in the air. Minho relies on his core strength as he reaches behind Chan’s head.
“Lift up your head a little.”
He fiddles with the strap at Chan’s nape and one above his ears, managing to unclasp them both. Then he takes the muzzle off and throws it on the floor, next to his robe. Sits back up, hands on Chan’s chest. Chan is taken aback, just like every time Minho does this. He should be used to it by now, but Chan is a rule follower to the bone and every step out of the line shocks him, even if it’s coming from the prince himself.
“Your face is too pretty not to look at it.” he says, enjoying the way Chan’s cheeks turn pink along with his ears. His hair is pretty too, curly.
“Thank you, Your Highness.”
Chan works his lower jaw from side to side and Minho can’t help but reach out, gently. “Does it hurt?”
“No, no. I’m okay.”
He’s not the type to admit to pain or discomfort anyway, even in greater amounts than this. Still, Minho feels merciful and massages his jaw, up to his ears. Chan stays as still as possible, but his scent betrays how pleased he is.
Then he starts moving on top of him. Up and down, at first just halfway and then when he builds up his pace, more. Almost all the way off Chan’s cock, before he slams back down, throwing his head back and moaning loudly. It makes him embarrassed but he also likes doing it, putting on a little bit of a show, especially for the way Chan is looking at him. He’s biting his lip and furrowing his eyebrows, but he tries to keep his eyes on Minho’s face.
“Why are you so quiet, hm?” Minho smiles down at him, slowing down and rolling his hips instead. He digs a nail into Chan’s nipple, making him whimper. “Do I not feel good, alpha?”
“No, no, Your Highness. Fa—far from it, really.” He breathes.
“Are you getting shy on me, Chan-ah?” he giggles, a little breathless. “After all this time? I thought we were past that.” When it becomes clear Chan will hold back as long as Minho doesn’t directly give him permission to do otherwise, he sighs. “You can be loud, if you want. Or, anything other than that.”
He nods, swallowing. Minho keeps riding him. He squeezes Chan’s pectoral muscles, digs his fingers greedily into the firmness. It makes Chan moan. Minho really does love his voice. He’s never taken the muzzle off any other alpha he has. Chan’s lips are another thing that shouldn’t be hidden away, full and red. Sinful.
When Minho gets a perfect angle that makes him cry out, he abuses it until his thighs start quivering and he has to slow down. Chan bends his legs, he feels it behind himself, but still keeps his hips pinned to the mattress.
“I know. It must be your toy, huh?” Minho says because there is still pain coloring his features, even mixed with pleasure.
When Chan shakes his head, his curls bounce. “No, Your Highness, I’m perfectly fine.”
Minho hums. He keeps grinding down on him, ignoring the burn in his muscles and thinks. He won’t want another knot soon, after Chan gives him one now. Not until the evening. The cock rings they use are there to keep the alphas hard at all times, available at all times when Minho wants, when he needs it. So he doesn’t have to wait. So they know their place, truly, so they remember they are here for his pleasure first and foremost and any discomfort they might face is worth it if they bring satisfaction to the prince.
But if Minho is not looking for more for now and he knows he will definitely not be seeing another alpha after Chan, because that would be a disservice to himself, then… Truly, is there a reason to keep it on?
Just as slowly as he took his cock, Minho pulls himself off of it. It’s the first time Chan moves his hips, chasing after him, but he fixes his mistake.
“Your Highness?” he looks unfairly adorable when he’s confused. He’s actually pouting, Minho’s not sure if he’s aware of it.
“You’re okay.” he says, means you didn’t do anything wrong. “I’ll just take this off.”
Chan’s legs close and he curls in on himself as much as he can. It’s the first time panic clouds his scent. “But you won’t—I won’t be able to. I won’t be able to stay—for you, later, if you… In case you need me—it. In case you need it again. It would take me some time.”
Minho looks at him, amused. He strokes his thighs and hopes to soothe him as best as he can. “Yes, alpha, I know the purpose of it.”
“So you should keep it on. Really, I’m fine, I’m sorry if I—“
“I think you should honor my wishes.”
That shuts him up quickly, eyes widening. Minho is only kidding, of course. Chan makes it really easy to tease. “Of course, Your Highness. I apologize.” He swallows. “I just wanted to say I’m fine with keeping it on. Truly. It’s more practical.”
“Hmmm.” He pretends to consider it, eyeing Chan’s cock.
Red, leaking. That vein on the underside. Twitchy, the more attention Minho pays him. The toy is designed to expand when the knot forms so the omega can still get what they want. It just prevents the alpha from ever going soft, until it’s taken off. The doctors say it doesn’t pose a health risk, but Minho can imagine it’s exhausting.
“We’re taking it off.” He says with finality in his voice, the same way he makes important decisions about the kingdom. And he does just that, unlocking it and removing it completely, thrown on the floor with the rest of their things. Chan sighs and Minho knows it’s in relief. He climbs back on top and starts sinking down again. “I won’t need it so soon again. It’s not that kind of day. Maybe tonight. But by then you’ll be more than ready to give me more, yeah?”
Chan nods. “Yeah. Yes. Of course.” He looks at him. “Thank you.”
Minho doesn’t go easy on him after that. He supports his weight on Chan’s chest and uses his cock properly. It’s mind-numbingly good, makes all the hairs on his body stand up. He lets go of himself and truly enjoys it, can see Chan is enjoying it more freely now as well. Their voices blend together beautifully.
“Fuck.” Chan whines, high pitched and needy and so addicting. Minho wants to spend so long pulling that out of him. “Fuck, oh my gosh.”
His whole body trembles under Minho, thrashing on the bed, feet sliding up and down on the sheets, like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. They’re both so sweaty. They smell so good. Minho is so wet it’s ridiculous, it drips down Chan’s cock and on the bed under him. The sounds are obscene.
“That’s it.” he smiles, looking at Chan’s face, how the flush has spread down to his neck and chest. “That’s it, you’re doing so well, yeah? You’re being so good.”
It’s no secret to him Chan thrives under praise. He watches as he grabs the ropes tying him to the headboard, how his fingers turn white with how tight his grip is, the veins prominent on his dainty wrists. Minho slows down and doesn’t let himself overthink what he’s about to do.
Quickly, he leans forward again, this time ridding Chan of another restraint. He unties one of his arms, just one, and watches his face. Chan grips the pillow beneath his head immediately and stares at Minho.
“Your Highness.”
Minho squirms on top of him. “It’s okay. You’ll be good, right?”
Wordlessly, Chan nods. He’s still holding onto the pillow, like he’s afraid of himself, of what he might do. Minho wonders if he could overpower him like this. With one arm still bound. Minho is strong for an omega – part of what he went against his parents about, he wanted to get some sort of physical training. But at the end of the day Chan is an alpha and all of these things – the muzzle, the ropes, everything is there for Minho’s protection as top priority. Because he’s heard stories of feral alphas and he doubts one just turns crazy all of a sudden, it probably has to do with their rut and everything, but still. It’s not out of the realm of possibilities.
His heart is beating so fast but he’s not scared. He’s excited.
“You can touch, Chan-ah.” He tells him, curious what he’ll do. “Wherever you want.”
He expects Chan to go for his thigh or ass. Maybe waist? If he were a bolder, more risky alpha, maybe even Minho’s cunt. Not that Minho would let it get this far with anyone else.
Instead, Chan reaches out and tucks Minho’s hair behind his ear. Minho hears a breath escape him and Chan immediately retracts his hand, presses it to his chest.
“I’m sorry.” He flexes his fingers. “I apologize, Your Highness, was that…”
He doesn’t finish his question. Minho feels incredibly raw, open like a book for Chan to just go through, everything his parents and mentor and tutors throughout his life advised against. It’s terrifying, but he doesn’t want to run. Chan is looking up at him and he wants to stay here and be looked at.
Slowly, he places his hand on Chan’s, circling his wrist. “You did nothing wrong.” And then, because the thought colonizes his brain forcefully—“If you could kiss me right now, would you?”
It’s another thing that takes Chan by surprise. He blinks, way too cute for his own good. For Minho’s heart and insides that feel like they’re melting. He watches Chan’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.
“If you wanted me to, yes.”
Minho scowls. “What about what you want?”
He looks away. “Your Highness—“
“I’m asking. Answer me. I won’t hold it against you either way. Just be honest.”
A beat of silence passes between them. Chan looks at him again.
“I would really love to kiss you.”
Relief floods his senses and Minho lowers himself until he can connect their lips. They’re every bit as soft and delicious as they look, as he imagined them. Chan is incredibly careful with him, gentle, stroking his cheek and then holding him by the nape, letting Minho lick into his mouth, opening up for him. Minho starts moving again and they exchange moans directly into each other’s throats.
“Alpha.” He holds himself up on either side of Chan’s head. His thighs hurt. His lower abdomen muscles are cramping, he’s getting tired. “Fuck, you’re in so deep.”
“You okay?” Chan nuzzles into his cheek. “Need a break? Can I do anything?”
Minho bumps their noses together. “If I untie your other arm, what would you do?”
Chan blinks. He licks his bottom lip. “Whatever you want me to.”
The answer makes Minho’s heart flutter. He closes his eyes and presses his forehead to Chan’s. “You will not flip us over.”
“Of course.”
“Just. No moving. I mean, no changing the position.”
“Okay.”
“Good.” He sighs. “Good.”
He holds his breath as he unties Chan completely and watches as he rolls his shoulders as much as he can. Chan keeps one of his hands by his body and the other still in Minho’s hair.
“Can I touch?” when Minho just nods, he wraps both arms around his back and hugs him tighter. Minho feels like a deflated balloon, sinking into him. “Thank you, Your Highness, you’re so generous. So kind to me.”
Minho buries his face in Chan’s neck and bites his lip so he doesn’t bite him. “It’s a selfish endeavor, really. I need you to help me. Just don’t—like I said. Don’t flip us over.”
“I won’t.” Chan reassures him, stroking his back. “I won’t, I promise. Like this?”
He bends his knees again and experimentally thrusts up. Minho’s eyes roll and he relaxes even more on top of Chan’s sturdy body. “Yeah. Yeah, just like that.”
“Okay.” he noses under Minho’s eyebrow. “Okay, I got you. Let me do all the work.”
Minho imagines Chan going back on his promise, throwing Minho on his hands and knees and mounting him, pressing on his neck to make him present. He could easily lose his head for such behavior if Minho just lifted a finger. If he just raised his voice guards would rush in and save him. But the fantasy stays intriguing only as a fantasy, he much more prefers Chan he has under himself, attentive, gentle, listening to him. It’s how it should be.
Chan fucks into him and Minho is grateful for his strength, because he knows he’s not light and he’s definitely not making it easy for him, being dead weight. But Chan doesn’t complain, he wouldn’t dare. Just groans and grabs Minho’s hips.
“Your Highness—“
“Don’t call me that.” Minho gasps into his ear.
He expects Chan to say his name or fumble around how it would be improper, disrespectful, but—
“Omega.” He moans, bringing Minho down on his cock and fucking up into him at the same time, making Minho cling to his shoulders. “God.”
“How does my cunt feel, Channie?” he manages to lift his head so he can look at him properly. “Hm?”
“Good, so good.” Chan whimpers. His knot is forming. “I feel so good, god, I could die.”
It makes him snort. “So dramatic.” He kisses him again, quickly. “Do you know how to make me cum? How I always do it, you know? Touch me with your fingers?”
Chan frowns for a second but then he’s nodding, brining one of his hands between their bodies. “Yes, yes, I’ll—I’ll figure it out, Your—Minho, omega, I can do it, I can.”
Minho tries not to let all the fondness he’s feeling for him show on his face. He guides Chan to his cunt, circles his clit and brings his fingers there, gasping. “See? There. Rub there. Don’t press too hard.”
Chan nods, eager to learn, as always. He’s good at it. A little clumsy and unsure at first but when Minho reacts, it spurs him on. Minho’s been close for a while now so it doesn’t take long for Chan to push him over the edge, for him to clench and bury his nails in Chan’s shoulders.
“Fuck, that’s it.” he nods, pressing his face into Chan’s. “Come on, now.”
Chan is nodding too, holding him so tightly. He keeps fucking into him and his knot is catching on Minho’s pussy, making it harder to move with every thrust, until he actually buries it inside and they lock together.
“Oh my fucking god.” Minho wails, holding him so tight he might be drawing blood at some places. Tears drop.
Chan groans, taking deep breaths, one hand on the small of Minho’s back and the other on his nape, holding him in place. “Fuck.” It sounds like it’s punched out of him.
They don’t move, trying to catch their breath. Minho is so stretched and the only satisfaction he gets from this is knowing Chan is in pain too, it’s so overwhelming for him, it hurts when Minho tightens up. When his cunt pulses around his knot. It’s only fair.
“You did so well.” Minho says, slumping down, body no longer tense. He’s liquefying.
“Thank you.” Chan wipes the sweat off Minho’s forehead which should be gross and not as intimate as it feels. He tucks his hair behind his ear again. Smells it. “This can’t be an ideal position for your knees.”
It’s not. Minho thinks about taking a knot on all fours. Having Chan’s broad frame cover him, press him into the bed.
“My heat is near. I’m thinking of having you for it.” he says, trying to sound nonchalant. “Just you. Maybe we can see better positions then.”
Chan makes a pitiful noise and his hips rock up, making them both hiss. “Sorry! Sorry, I’m so sorry, I just—wasn’t expecting that. I… really?”
“Yeah. If you’re up for the challenge.”
Chan keeps stroking down his spine and back up. It’s making Minho sleepy. It could make him purr. That would be embarrassing.
“Of course.” He says, easy as anything. “Whatever you need, Your Highness.”
Minho smiles. Back to that. It’s fine. He can tease him about it later.
“Are you hungry?”
“No.”
“When was the last time you ate?”
“This morning.”
“That was a long time ago.”
“I’m fine.”
“But you could eat right now?”
Chan stays silent. Minho wants to reward him for good behavior. He wants to spend more time with him. Take care of him, in a way. Any way he can.
“Well, I’m hungry.” He stretches and groans. “And we’re stuck together. So you’ll eat too. Can you try to sit up?”
They move slowly, both groaning when the oversensitivity hits. Chan is pumping him full of his cum. He would make for a perfect father to a royal child. Minho truly hopes it’s his, whenever it takes. Maybe the heat will help with that. Chan manages to sit up and arrange the pillows behind himself. Minho wraps his legs around his hips to put less strain on his hips. He stretches to get the sheet and throws it over his shoulders, covering where they’re connected.
“Kim Seungmin!”
Chan startles at his yell and it makes Minho giggle. The door opens behind him. “Your High— oh my god!” Seungmin rushes to the side of the bed, no doubt shocked by the state he finds them in. “Are you okay? What happened?”
Chan keeps his head down, waiting to be reprimanded, but he keeps stroking Minho’s hip under the sheet. Minho stretches his neck, yawning. “I’m okay. Everything is fine.”
Seungmin searches for his eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Very sure. Can you bring us fruit?” he turns to look at Chan. “Do you like strawberries?” he nods. “Grapes? Okay. Bring us whatever you find in the kitchen. Strawberries and grapes. And peaches. Please.”
Seungmin is still blinking, trying to process the fact that Minho released Chan from all of his restraints. But he’s nodding. “Of course, Your Highness. Anything else?”
“Find a robe for Channie. He’ll be staying here today. We’ll take a bath later. I’ll call you when I need you.”
“Of course.” He bows and quickly leaves the room.
Minho laughs. “Stressing him out is half the fun in my life.” He confesses and Chan chuckles. “Do you have anything to do today?”
“No, Your Highness.”
“Good. We’ll rest. Eat. You’ll help me bathe later.” Chan nods. Minho’s ears must be so red. “I want you to wash my hair for me. And give me a massage. Do you know how to do that?”
“Yes.” He replies. “I mean, I’m sure I won’t be as good as your physician, but… Yes. I’ll do my best.”
“Okay. And we’ll talk more about my heat afterwards.”
Chan’s hand tightens on him. He swallows. “Okay.”
Minho scrunches his nose and doesn’t deny himself another kiss. “Okay.”