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Heeseung considers himself to be a pretty simple man. He's never thought of himself as picky. For the alpha to even seek out anything extravagant, it has to be something he desperately wants. Jongseong says he just lacks a taste for the finer things in life.
Where the omega gets it wrong is that Heeseung finds pleasure in the simple things too. And once he has something in his grasp that he likes—that he craves—it becomes very hard for him to let go. No matter how ordinary or plain it is, if he wants it, he'd do anything to have it.
His mate had only scoffed at him when he tried to explain it.
"Though that does explain why you were so determined to court and mate me, I guess."
Heeseung had chuckled, nimble fingers running up and down Jongseong's arm as the omega leaned into him, fitting perfectly into his side.
"Exactly. I've always known that I had to have you." The older hid a smile at the way the younger flushed a pretty pink at his comment. His omega has always liked when he was outwardly and proudly possessive.
"Though I would never consider you to be simple, baby. You're probably one of the most luxurious things I've ever come across."
Jongseong snorted before affixing him with his signature dubious gaze, one eyebrow arched and eyes full of distrust.
"Because you're always spoiling me?"
"No!" Heeseung giggled at the sulk on his mate's face. "You're like designer, you know?"
"Don't objectify me!" The shorter exclaimed, shooting up from where he had been reclined against him to glower fiercely at his statement.
"No, sorry," The older one pulled him in as he coerced the younger back into his embrace. "What I meant was your aura just feels luxurious. I know you don't see it baby, but I do. It's why everyone wants you, I mean your scent alone is otherworldly."
Jongseong frowned. "It's just vanilla though? Seems pretty basic to me."
His mate really is the cutest. He has no clue about the kind of effect he has on other people by scent alone, much less on his alpha.
"Vanilla's fancy, isn't it? And just about everyone likes it."
The omega huffed something about him being biased but with a roll of his eyes, settled back against the taller man comfortably.
And maybe Heeseung is partial to his omega, but he's certain he's never smelled anything as good as Jongseong in his life. The vanilla scent fills him with a sense of rightness, comfort, and peace. No matter how ordinary it is, it always smelled exquisite to him.
Every so often the alpha finds himself completely enchanted by the scent of his mate. But who wouldn't be in the face of something that smelled so close to heaven?
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Heeseung comes to slowly, as he usually does in the morning.
The alpha has always been more of a night owl, especially way back in his teenage years when he would stay up until the early hours of the morning playing games on the family computer. The habit has followed him all the way into adulthood.
Sleep leaves his mind trapped in a syrupy haze as he tries to fight off the urge to return to dreamland. Heeseung wrinkles his nose and rolls onto his other side. When he feels around for the warm body he went to sleep with last night and finds the spot empty, he pries his eyes open.
Indeed, Jongseong seems to have gotten up before him. Not entirely unusual since his mate liked to make breakfast. But on a weekend where there's no rush for either of them to be anywhere? It upsets him just a little bit that he was left alone so early.
Even though there's no one else in the bedroom, Heeseung still tries to hide his petulant pout at waking up alone by burying his face into the omega’s pillow. He immediately relaxes into the mattress when he's hit with the comforting smell of vanilla.
The alpha sighs happily as he rubs his face against his mate's pillow. He loves when this happens, when he can smell his omega in their bed. It tells him that the other feels relaxed and safe enough with him in the most personal of spaces to leave his scent around. That the younger also views this little haven of theirs as his own.
He gets especially sentimental about it in the mornings as they wake from their sleep. It means the world to him that Jongseong trusts him enough to fully relax with him while they're in their most vulnerable state. The alpha sighs again before inhaling deeply to bask in the warm almost spicy vanilla scent.
Half-asleep, Heeseung almost starts salivating. The omega's scent is particularly strong as he presses his nose against the pillow and it wraps around him like one of their blankets. It's a nice and clean smell but something about it reminds him of freshly baked bread and sweet custards. It so homey that he almost drifts off again.
Heeseung blinks his eyes open when the smell intensifies, hiding a smile into the bed and feigning sleep. He hears the door creak open wider and feet pad across their bedroom floor.
"Heeseungie?"
The vanilla invades his senses as Jongseong stops by the head of their bed. Mind still working off the last dredges of sleep, his body moves without thinking as he reaches up and toward the omega.
His mate gasps as he drags the younger into bed. He traps the other in a tender embrace, hauling him around into a comfortable position on top of him. The grin he was concealing in Jongseong's pillow widens at the exasperated sigh from the man above him.
"Hyung, come on, breakfast is going to get cold."
Heeseung curls up into the omega as he pulls the younger to lie next to him in his rightful place in bed. He revels in the vanilla smell, soothing and sweet, pushing his face into the crook of his mate's neck where his scent gland is. Once the alpha has had his fill, he pulls away to grin at Jongseong, who lies back on the mattress with his hair spread around him like a halo. The younger smirks up at him.
"Morning, baby. Done being a scent-drunk weirdo?"
Heeseung whines at the teasing. "Excuse me, I am not a weirdo!"
"It's a little weird, babe, but I love you regardless."
The older man huffs but is quickly soothed when the omega lifts his head to give him a peck on the nose.
"Come on, hyung, I made french toast for breakfast. Up, up!"
Heeseung feels his heart settle at the warmth of his mate's excited voice as he rises for the day and follows the smell of vanilla to their kitchen.
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The face that appears on his screen as the call connects makes Heeseung sit up from the couch in surprise.
"Eomeonim! Hi!"
The older woman beams as she replies, "Heeseung-ah, we miss you over here!"
The young alpha is about to reply to Jongseong's mother when the video blurs as the phone is taken by another person. He tries not to be visibly disappointed when it's his omega's father on screen next.
"Hello, abeonim."
"Heeseung, my son is so boring without you, come to Jeju for the weekend at least."
Heeseung bursts out laughing at the statement. It assured him to know that the younger missed him too.
"I wish I could, abeonim. Tell him I miss him too, will you?"
"Tell me yourself!"
Heeseung feels the grin on his face widen as Jongseong's pretty face finally appears on the screen. The omega asks him to wait as he strides through the hotel him and his extended family are staying at for their holiday. The older presumes he's looking for somewhere private to talk.
"Sorry about that, hyung. I leave my phone for one second to entertain my cousins' pups and my tipsy mother went and stole it."
The alpha shakes his head understandingly, "No worries, baby."
He shies away as Jongseong looks at him curiously before his eyes light up in recognition.
"Oh, that's the sweater I left for you. Does it still smell okay? Your leather jacket and shirts have been good company."
Heeseung toys with a loose thread on the couch. That was precisely why he called.
It's not often him and Jongseong are apart, but when they are, they trade clothes that they've scented to combat the inevitable loneliness. But it's been four days since his omega left and the vanilla is fading away from his array of sweaters and shirts. And well, sue him for missing his sweet mate.
"The scent's…not as strong anymore." Heeseung makes an honest effort to not sound so downtrodden but it's Friday and the work week was long. He had forgotten he was coming home to an empty house tonight and got snuffly as he prepared his dinner of instant ramyeon.
"Oh, alpha." The omega looks at him sadly as he replies, "I miss you too. It'll only be a few more days. Check the back of the closet where we keep the throw pillows! I gotta go, my niece is looking for me. I'll call again tomorrow morning, alright? Love you!"
Sure enough, at the back of their living room closet is a thick, black hoodie that smells like his Jongseong, the vanilla so strong it almost knocks him over. Heeseung stands there like a fool as he buries his face into the fabric and inhales the sweet scent, tension from the long and lonely week gradually leaving him. The vanilla is like a balm that brings him comfort, the familiarity of it bringing his shoulders down from where they were hunched in stress.
The alpha might be upset and lonely without his mate right now but as the scent of vanilla hit his nose and envelopes him in warmth, he finds himself smiling. Perhaps absence really does make the heart grow fonder, because every time he catches even a whiff of the omega's scent while they're separated, he finds something new to love about it. This time he finds himself soothed by the nuttiness of the scent and how it complements the sweetness underneath it.
Heeseung quickly slips on the hoodie, burying himself into the jacket and the comfort it brings. He feels his head go fuzzy as the vanilla invades his senses. He fumbles around with the sleeves when a piece of paper falls out off the pocket. The alpha bends to pick it up and he chuckles when he sees the message scrawled onto the paper in his mate's chicken scratch handwriting.
In case you need cuddles while I'm gone. ♡
As he settles down to watch a movie, he snaps a quick photo of himself with the hoodie on and sends it to his mate.
7/10. Smells incredible but doesn't feel as good as the real thing. I'll need a real hug the moment you get home.
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Heeseung is setting up for another round of his video game when the door creaks open. The smell of vanilla that wafts in is familiar.
"One second guys, Jongseong's here."
He chuckles at the chorus of greetings from his friends through the headphones. The alpha switches his mic off as he turns to the sight of the omega peeking his head through the crack of the door to their gaming room. He tilts his head in question towards the other computer set up.
"What’s up? You want to play? I thought you were going out with your friends?"
Jongseong shakes his head at the offer to join the next round. Instead of coming further into the room, however, he stays by the door with his hands clasped behind his back, rocking back and forth on his heels. The vanilla scent pulls back and sours ever so slightly. Heeseung quirks an eyebrow up at the other perplexedly.
"We had to cancel plans. Jaeyun's not feeling well."
The omega looks a little too shy for someone he's been mated to for over a few years now. He's about to ask if something is wrong when the shorter man mumbles out, "Can I just stay here with you?
Heeseung melts, understanding immediately that his mate just wants to be close to him without sounding too needy. He pats his thighs in offering. "Of course, babe. Here, come sit."
The alpha pouts when the younger declines.
"You'll get distracted again. Let me go grab my book and I'll sit on my own chair, 'kay?"
Jongseong leaves before he can respond and he only shakes his head in amusement. His mate can be so odd sometimes but it's part of his charm. The taller tunes back into the game and lets his friends know they can start the next round.
He barely registers when the omega enters the room again; he only clocks the squeak of the chair beside him and the sweet vanilla permeating through the air. His body relaxes and soon enough the whole place smells like a combination of both their scents.
Heeseung thinks it's the closest to perfection he can get.
He's always loved times like this, where they can both just be in each other's presence without talking or touching. Their ability to just exist together makes him fall in love just a bit more every time. It's the ease with which they can be together, accumulated over years of loving each other from afar before finally coming together. They orbit around each other now like planets drawn together in their own little galaxy.
The happiness is evident in the mix of their scents, tart bergamot and sweet vanilla. The blend clears his mind and vanquishes any worries he might be having. Every breath he takes fills his lungs with a serenity he only feels when he's around his mate.
Even though true mates are a myth, the perfect combination of their scents together makes him believe in it. There's something right about the way the brightness of his scent pairs with the warmth of the omega's. He settles into his gaming chair easily as the scent blankets him.
Heeseung's team wins the next round of his game easily. And the next. And all the following rounds.
His friends flood the group chat with praise at how well he's been playing. A few of them send teasing messages that Jongseong should be around all the time if it meant he kept winning the game for them. He laughs shyly, face aglow with all the teasing compliments. He tells his friends he'll stop playing now while his record is still intact, to groans and pleas to stay.
The alpha exits the program and removes his headphones, rubbing at his eyes softly to ease the strain of staring at a screen for a prolonged period of time. The blush on his face from earlier travels down his neck when he blinks his eyes open to the omega staring at him softly.
"Get back to your book," says the older bluntly. "Or come here."
Heeseung braces himself as Jongseong catapults himself off his chair and into his arms. It's where they stay for a while, wrapped around each other in a sweet, citrusy cloud of paradise.
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The restaurant the office party is being held at has gotten loud.
Heeseung clenches his jaw as the bass from the music reverberates around the room. He's not a fan of the noise and he's really straining to hear what his coworker is saying. The alpha gets closer to his acquaintance to inform him that he needs to excuse himself. He may be annoyed and overwhelmed at the moment but his mother still raised him to be polite. The beta gives him a half smile and lets him take his leave.
The taller man uses his height to his advantage, scanning the room in search of his partner, whom he had taken to the party as his plus one. The last Heeseung can recall before getting pulled into his conversation is Jongseong talking to someone from his department about tennis. He vaguely remembers the omega tugging on his sleeve and whispering in his ear about going off to get a drink at the bar with the other tennis fan. The alpha had nodded distractedly, allowing him to go off on his own.
But now he couldn't find his mate anywhere in the dim lighting and loud music.
Heeseung huffs, distressed at the fact that he can't locate Jongseong. The older man closes his eyes, honing in to pick out the other's scent from the crowd. But he isn't able to, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people in the room. Heeseung exhales in frustration, heading out to the balcony of the high-rise building.
The alpha takes a long inhale of the city air, fresher than the stuffy room he came from. He frowns, uneasy and missing his omega's earthy vanilla smell. Jongseong's sweet and warm scent is a reassuring presence to him in crowded places. It keeps him grounded and prevents him from drifting away. The outdoor air helps somewhat now but he remains troubled.
Heeseung likes parties as much as the next guy, but he prefers them with the younger by his side. He racks his brain to remember where his mate had gone but comes up with nothing. It seems the only way he can reunite with his partner is by going back into the fray of the party.
The alpha takes a deep breath before heading inside.
Heeseung inhales and tries to single out the scent of his omega again. His vision goes somewhat hazy as he follows his nose through the crowd. He's just barely mindful enough to nod cordially at all his coworkers and superiors as he winds through the venue, the scent of vanilla growing stronger.
Heeseung lets his nose lead his way, tapping into base alpha instincts. The more prominent the familiar vanilla smell gets, the more determined he is. He finds himself climbing a spiral staircase, up to the restaurant's mezzanine.
Jongseong sits with a few of his coworkers at a table, engrossed by something on someone's phone. Heeseung vaguely wonders what could be so interesting to lure his mate so far away but then he realizes he couldn't couldn't care less. He intentionally strengthens his own scent, which finally catches the attention of the omega.
The younger's head snaps up and he locks eyes with his alpha. The other's mouth drops open in an 'O' shape, having just realized how long they've been separated. Heeseung waits as the smaller hurriedly but politely bids his coworkers farewell and scrambles over to him.
"Hyung! I'm sorry, there's just a tennis championship game tonight and I wanted to watch. Your coworker said he could set up a stream—" Jongseong all but skids to a stop in front of him as he hurries to explain.
Heeseung isn't interested in tennis. Instead, he pulls the omega into a tight embrace, pushing his face into the crook of the younger's neck where his scent gland is. He breathes the vanilla in as he finally relaxes at having his mate near him again.
He pulls away, lips quirking up at how flushed the other is at his public display of affection. He tangles his fingers with the omega's, bringing one hand up to his lips, the sweet, warm smell there clearing his head. The alpha smirks as he releases a wave of bergamot tinged with the slightest bit of irritation and arousal.
"I'm not happy with you for leaving me, baby, but we'll talk later. Let's go home."
Heeseung can only chuckle as his mate dazedly follows him out of the restaurant.
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Jongseong is upset with Heeseung and the alpha has no idea why.
His omega has been giving him the cold shoulder for the past couple of days. Whenever he asks, he's only given short answers and curt replies. It's frustrating because his mate has never been one for the silent treatment or to hold a grudge.
Heeseung is so caught up in his thoughts that he jolts when someone grabs him as he enters his apartment building. He looks down and has to stop himself from cringing. Jia, a young omega who moved in earlier this month, stares back up at him with wide, earnest eyes.
"Hi, oppa! Just got back from work?"
The alpha nods politely as he extracts himself from her hold. She's a cheeky thing; a forward lady who doesn't mince her words. His mind wanders to another forthcoming but lovely omega.
"Oppa?"
"Oh," says Heeseung when he realizes he had ignored his neighbor's question. "Yeah, I'm just heading up."
Jia tilts her head towards the elevators. "Let's go together!"
His neighbor attempts small talk but she lives two floors below him and the ride is short. As she exits the elevator, she brushes against him delicately.
"Bye, oppa. I'll see you at the mixer this weekend!"
Heeseung nods as he bids her farewell. He and Jongseong are attending a small gathering the younger tenants in the building have organized. He hopes they've reconciled by then.
His omega is still a little cranky when he arrives home, but he has cooled down somewhat. If anything, he suddenly gets clingy. Jongseong sticks to him the rest of the night and the days after, scenting him religiously every time he leaves for work. The behavior is also unlike his mate, but it's better than nothing.
And truthfully, Heeseung loves it. He loves when his partner insists on leaving him bathed in sweet vanilla. He's obsessed with the earthiness the scent takes on when the other gets possessive like this. It goes perfectly with his own scent too, so he has no complaints.
Even before they go to the mixer, Heeseung lets Jongseong rub his scent all over him. He throws his head back as the air grows heavy with the strong vanilla smell, hands tugging his omega closer. The older revels in the way his mate groans as he pushes his knee in between the other's legs.
"We don't have to go," Heeseung says breathlessly. "We can keep each other entertained."
The alpha feels a thrill in his chest at the younger's laugh.
"As much as I want to," starts Jongseong a little regretfully. "We did RSVP. It would be rude not to go."
As they head up to the rooftop, the omega wraps himself around Heeseung. His mate affixes him with a sharp look. "Don't leave me, alright?"
The alpha smiles and presses a kiss to the other's temple. "I wouldn't dream of it, baby."
Jongseong stays with him the entire night. Usually his partner is more of a social butterfly than he is, but for most part, the younger is plastered to his side. They mingle with their neighbors, catching up with the ones they're close to. Heeseung often finds himself inhaling his omega's calming vanilla, smirking when the other intensifies it when he so much as brushes against his mate's side. Jongseong's eagerness to assert his claim on him makes him giddy.
The younger even insists he be accompanied to the bathroom. Heeseung is a little confused but he obliges easily. He's waiting against the wall of the toilets when a voice calls out to him.
"Heeseung-oppa!"
Heeseung straightens, head jerking up when he hears his name. He quirks up an eyebrow as Jia bounds up to him with a demure expression. "Hi Jia-ssi."
He shrinks back as the unfamiliar omega leans in. The gears in his head start to turn as she roguishly caresses his arm. He recoils, pressing himself against the structure behind him.
"Oppa, l was wondering...do you want to get a drink? Maybe dance for a bit?"
The alpha looks at her incredulously. "Jia, I'm mated."
"Not a no," says his neighbor candidly. "You seemed interested every time I flirted with you on the elevators."
Heeseung is flabbergasted. "What? Jia, you're a nice neighbor but no. I'm sorry if I ever led you on—"
"You certainly never rebuffed me when I left my scent on you—"
"—But I'm not interested." The alpha is dumbfounded. He has no recollection of being scented so brazenly. He tries to recall when he even showed interest in this person when a strong wave of vanilla makes his knees weak. The growing anxiety in his chest is curbed when he hears his mate's voice.
"So you're the one who's been stinking up my alpha."
Jongseong looks the picture of politeness with his crinkled eyes and easy smile. But the smell of vanilla bean deepens as he stalks over from the bathroom entrance, inserting himself between his alpha and this shameless omega.
Heeseung tamps down the heat he feels on his face at the pure, earthy vanilla surrounding him. He clutches onto the younger, dizzy with the sheer possessiveness underneath the sweet scent.
"Listen," says Jongseong in faux brightness. "I don't want to cause trouble. I'm sure your neroli smell is wonderful, I'm a fan of citrus myself. But keep it away from my alpha. He's taken."
Jia looks like she wants to argue but Jongseong's smell takes on a sour note. Heeseung wraps an arm around his omega's waist and shakes his head at their neighbor.
"Apologies, Jia. But I'm seriously not interested."
The alpha hurriedly pulls his omega away before the situation can escalate further. He says quick goodbyes on their behalf to their other neighbors and friends, getting off the rooftop and onto the elevators.
The smell of vanilla takes on a hint of smoky earthiness as they quietly return to their apartment. The older stays quiet and he takes it as a win when his mate doesn't pull away as he releases his own light bergamot scent. The silence follows them until the omega finally speaks when Heeseung locks the door to their home.
"You're dense, you know that?"
The alpha flinches as he pleads, "Baby, I'm sorry. I had no idea that was even happening. I swear."
Jongseong studies him for a moment before sighing. "I believe you. She's shameless that one. Probably took advantage of how similar your scents are. It's like yours, but more floral. It was all you smelled like for days."
Heeseung winces. He reaches out to hold his mate and feels his heart squeeze when the omega moves back. He's just about to get on his knees to grovel when the younger holds a hand up firmly.
"I know you meant no harm, Heeseung, but you stink. I'm going to start sneezing."
The alpha nods, "Yeah, okay. I'm so sorry, Jongseong-ah. Forgive hyung for being so ignorant."
The omega shakes his head. "You don't have to apologize, hyung. It's not your fault…are you okay? Sorry I was being such an ass earlier this week but it was really fucking me up how weird you smelled."
Heeseung melts when the scent of vanilla permeates the room. It's still heady, earthy, with an underlying spice. He allows himself to be ushered into the bathroom and pampered by his mate in silence. It's only when they're both thoroughly cleaned and Jongseong begins to scent him that he speaks again.
"Love your scent," whispers Heeseung as he tugs the omega on his lap impossibly closer. "Especially like this, when it's earthy and deep. I could live in it forever."
The younger smirks, grinding his hips in a way that has the alpha's breath catching. Jongseong presses his face into his neck, rubbing his sweetness into his skin. A small mouth brushes his ear, tongue licking its shell and making his heart skip a beat.
"Good," answers his omega. "If it were up to me, you'd be drowning in my scent for the rest of your life."
Heeseung thinks it's a good way to go.
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Heeseung's never been a fan of sweet things. He liked savory, spicy flavors, like ramyeon and tteokbokki. This was something he had always known about himself.
And then he met Jongseong. Sweet, dreamy, Jongseong. The moment he smelled the sweet, creamy smelling omega, he knew the younger was going to be his mate.
He's still not the biggest fan of sweets, with one exception.
Heeseung nuzzles his mouth into the vanilla essence dripping onto his tongue. Fingers twitching, he has to clutch the bedsheets to stop himself from grabbing Jongseong's ass and pushing his sopping cunt closer to his face. But he can't stop his mewl when his omega makes a high-keening noise. He sighs as his head jerks, sharp nose nudging his mate's clit gently.
The younger swears, "Fuck, hyung."
The cloying vanilla dulls ever so slightly when Jongseong lifts himself from sitting on Heeseung's face. The alpha's vision is hazy, mind full of cotton from the intense smell and taste of vanilla. A hand tugs on his hair harshly and he moans, eyes fluttering open.
His mate scowls at him from above, but the expression is anything but intimidating with his flushed cheeks and dark, gold-rimmed eyes.
"I said don't move," growls Jongseong. "Didn't I, alpha?"
Heeseung lets his doe-eyes do the work. "Sorry, baby. You jus' taste too good."
The alpha whines when the omega moves further away, taking his deep, warm vanilla scent with him. His breath stutters when a hand encircles his neck gently. His eyes flash red in instinct, but he goes lax when the grip tightens enough to make his next inhale a challenge.
"You're not sorry," scoffs his omega. "Just like you still aren't sorry for scratching my guitar."
The older inhales sharply when the hand on his throat lets go. He pleads for mercy. "But I am. Jongseong-ah, please, hyung is sorry. Let me touch you. I'll make you come faster, I promise."
The hand returns to squeeze his neck so harsh it makes him moan. The omega's pupils are blown when he replies, "Don't make promises you can't keep, alpha."
Heeseung gasps when his mate lowers his folds back down on his face suddenly. He sticks his tongue out, lapping up at the creamy and smooth vanilla slick. His dick throbs when he breathes in the spicy, earthy, sweet smell.
Jongseong tangles his fingers into his hair to anchor himself as he grinds his pussy into his alpha's face. The older lets his mate use him and his mouth however he wants as penance. When the smell of the vanilla deepens, he knows the other is close.
The younger keens when Heeseung nudges his nose against his clit again.
"There, hyung. Oh—again! Touch me, baby, I'm so close."
Once he's been granted permission, his arms immediately wrap around Jongseong's lean thighs. He pulls the sopping cunt further onto his tongue. He laps up the slick like a starved man, drunk on the heady smell of vanilla and the sweet cries of his omega. His tongue delves deeper, sucking and licking as if he was eating candy.
Heeseung can barely breathe but when he feels the tightening of Jongseong's pussy and the room smells even more of warm, earthy vanilla, he goes in harder. His nimble fingers move around to press against the omega's clit and circle it gently. Then he presses two of them into the wet folds, curling into the heat. His mate yells.
"Heeseung-ah, oh—fuck!"
The alpha groans when he feels the slick gush out of Jongseong's cunt. Heeseung's mind goes fuzzy, his sole purpose to lick up every bit of his mate's sweet release. One arm wraps around the younger's hip, while another keeps one of his thighs in a vice grip. His tongue swirls around to take in the wetness that spills all over his face.
Jongseong shakes, clutching the headboard tightly as he grinds out the rest of his orgasm. Heeseung laps up whatever slick is left, pushing his face in again. But his mate is sensitive and the warm, soft vanilla recedes as the younger lifts himself up and sits on his torso. He struggles to adjust to the light after being so deep in pussy.
When his eyes refocus, his omega is studying him with an inquisitive tilt of his head.
He's sure he looks like a mess, he can feel slick on his chin and cheeks. The alpha rubs the back of his hand over his mouth, dragging the essence and spreading the smell of vanilla under his nose. He inhales it like a drug.
Jongseong huffs incredulously, "Pathetic. I squirted all over you and you're still desperate for more. Greedy alpha."
Heeseung sends him a lopsided grin. "I should mess with your things more often if it means I get to eat you out."
He laughs as his mate pounces on him again, opening his mouth so the younger can taste himself. The omega whines as their tongues tangle together, hips jerking as he tastes and smells his own slick.
Heeseung hums happily, arms wrapping around his mate easily. He thinks Jongseong deserves to know just how heavenly he tastes and smells every once in a while too.