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In the last few months they’ve been dating, Yeosang has learned that Jongho is a perfect gentleman.
Almost infuriatingly so, with how chaste and romantic he always is.
Their courting consisted of walks home at night, floral arrangements and cheek kisses, and while Yeosang found it sweet, he also felt condescended at first.
It wasn't until their fourth date— quite possibly a personal record for Yeosang— that he broke, nearly in tears as he asked the alpha to just fuck him, when he realized Jongho was just shy and inexperienced.
Of course, he got the hang of it easily when it came to Yeosang. Even if he was damn-near a virgin, the alpha’s pheromones were so in tune with Yeosang’s he read the omega oh so easily, and on top of that, he’s a quick learner and quite dexterous.
Every time they end up in a heated situation it’s Yeosang’s fault— but can he be blamed for it?
They usually spend time at Yeosang’s— his nice house in the suburbs leaving more room for them to sprawl than Jongho’s grad-student fifth-floor apartment in the city— but with an early train ride to visit the alpha’s family in the morning, it only makes sense for them to stay in closer proximity to the station.
For the occasion, Yeosang had prepared them a self-care night, packing up all his skincare products and trying the odd one out on Jongho while bringing the extra treat of face masks for both of them.
By the end of it, they're both damp-faced and smelling of cucumber while they both wear their own pajama sets, Yeosang’s silk and Jongho’s cotton, and Yeosang really can’t be blamed for thinking the alpha looks just so handsome like this.
They get into bed, doing that thing where they know they have to get up and travel at five a.m. but they're not quite tired yet and giggling every time they look at each other in the low light, and somewhere between one of the ‘for real this time’s, Jongho takes Yeoasng’s hand and presses a kiss to the back of it which Yeosang meets with a bite to his arm, and Jongho counters with a tender kiss to his shoulder.
Yeosang plays back and Jongho is sweetly egging it on, but the game ends when Jongho presses a real kiss to Yeosang’s lips.
It’s gentle but firm, like another silent promise of ‘for real real this time’, but he doesn’t look away from Yeosang immediately and that’s his own mistake.
The omega doesn’t have to do much but blink up at his alpha prettily to get his lips back on his— score!— but it positions him perfectly for his attack.
When Jongho tries to kiss him sweetly again, he meets it open-mouthed and nibbles on his bottom lip until Jongho resigns to doing the same, and even if Yeosang doesn't take control in the movements from there, he’s the first to move his tongue and establish the tune as dirty.
Jongho is a good boy and a good alpha, so he sees this move and rides the vibe easily, shifting his jaw sideways and bringing a teasing thumb up to rest on the corner of Yeosang’s lip and guide the omega’s chin into it. The confidence of the simple action has Yeosang groaning into his mouth as he clutches his alpha by the waist and the little grab has his alpha whimpering for him.
They stay like that and Yeosang’s other hand slowly moves to tangle into Jongho’s fluffy, freshly-washed hair while his own spare hand finds Yeosang’s torso, soothingly switching positions every few moments like he’s trying to make it work, or take it in perhaps.
Eventually, Yeosang’s hand on Jongho’s waist trails more towards his hip and as he adjusts himself, he pushes one thigh in Jongho’s direction, and that’s when he feels it.
He inadvertently moans directly into Jongho’s mouth with his knee makes contact with the alpha’s semi-stiff bulge and it immediately has him gripping in Jongho’s hair as he pulls back from the kiss, no regard for the spit trail in it’s wake.
The other hand replaces his knee, palming Jongho’s cock through his cute striped pajama bottoms.
This has the alpha looking at him wide-eyed to which Yeosang just pouts.
“You don’t have any condoms, do you?” Yeosang asks, nervously biting his lip.
Jongho’s eyes go wide for a moment before opening into a gasp.
That answers that.
Yeosang instinctively buries himself in Jongho’s shoulder for a second, inhaling the alpha’s milky scent as he lets out a little frustrated noise, but Jongho’s already apologizing as he comes back.
“I— Yeosang-hyung, I’m sorry—”
“Shh, Alpha,” Yeosang hushes, pulling on his hair because it’s the quickest way to get him to stop talking. “I wasn’t expecting you to.”
Jongho sighs and rescinds his touchy hand from Yeosang’s thigh, quietly accepting defeat.
It’s not like they should anyway. They have a busy day tomorrow— that starts in only a few hours.
Yeosang gives Jongho a final kiss to his shoulder as confirmation he isn’t mad at him before turning onto his other side so they can assume a familiar position of Jongho spooning Yeosang from the back, Yeosang having to nudge the alpha’s arm into place just to hold him loosely.
It’s another attempt at ‘for real this time’.
Not that Yeosang believed it at any point— the simple shift in the moment was enough for him to feel slick in his own panties and if their energy wasn’t high before…
Mostly, he just wanted Jongho to make a move here.
He does, ever so slightly— they settle into the position and Yeosang immediately notices that Jongho gets antsy, fingers unable to stay still where they keep gripping then releasing Yeosang’s hips.
It’s not like Yeosang is any better. A few minutes into the position, he shifts, and when he feels the brush of Jongho’s hard cock against his ass he can’t help himself but to press back further against it, adding a little bit more pressure and moving just ever so slightly every time he gets impatient, wanting for more.
It’s hard to tell if Jongho is reacting to the touch— it almost feels like he leans into it, but Yeosang’s thoughts are off and instincts are on so it’s hard to tell if he’s just providing enough pressure for the both of them.
Yeosang decides to test the waters a little further, moving his ass in small circles over the bulge before pausing for a long moment.
He does this a few times to no avail, no reaction from the alpha, which finally spurs him to just try to close his eyes and ignore it.
The position does him no good so instead, he flips onto his back to let some air flow around him and when he does tha, he notices Jongho’s heavy eyes watching him again.
Of course, it devolves into more laughing.
“Sleep for real now, hmm?”
Jongho teases him with a palm spread over Yeosang’s abdomen which makes him laugh for another second, even as he shivers from the contact.
He leans to face Jongho, scrunching the alpha’s arm in between them as he snakes his own hand downward to Jongho’s bulge.
“I don’t know about that…”
This has the alpha shuddering too, and Yeosang doesn’t know what to do with the sudden leverage so he just kisses him again.
It’s hot off the bat and Jongho begins unbuttoning his shirt to show for it. Yeosang feels the heat but his silk is much more conducive to it. He decides to help the alpha out of his pants instead.
The brush against his boxers reveals a wet patch at the front, precum already soaked through, and Yeosang just finds it so cute. It’s just adorable how his puppy alpha had taken all of Yeosang’s teasing rubs while being so worked up.
He’s so endeared he has to bite the inside of his own cheek, while slipping his own pants off so he doesn't get precum on his baby blue silk.
Jongho seems to get the vibes from here, but he hesitates, reaching for Yeosang’s top shit button and flicking a perfectly manicured fingernail over it.
“What are we doing here?” The alpha manages to ask through batted lashes, breathless, concerned.
Yeosang looks up through his lashes as he answers, trying to hide his smirk with the angle of his face.
“I don’t know,” he replies innocently. “But just because you can’t fuck me doesn't mean we can’t do anything.”
To the effect, he reaches down for Jongho’s cock, rubbing his open palm on the hardness and waiting for Jongho to gasp before pulling it free from the boxers. Yeosang grabs just the top, leaving his knot trapped under the fabric still, before pulling one of his legs up to rest his knee on the alpha’s hip, rubbing the head of Jongho’s cock on his own inner thigh.
The alpha gasps, halfway giving up on his previous mission of Yeosang’s shirt to just tightly hold his waist through the fabric.
“Yeosang,” he whines, breathlessly.
It spurs the omega further.
Not that he needs the encouragement— with the wet teasing of Jongho’s cock on his erogenous zone, it draws more attention to how wet he is, so soaked through his panties every fold of his pussy clings to the fabric.
It aches for a touch and he tries to sneak his own hand down, but finds it awkward with the angle on his side. He whines for a second, like he’s helpless, but instead he drags the head of Jongho’s cock over his clit through the panties.
It’s immediately too much.
Yeosang hums a whine at the sensitivity and is immediately fighting the sensation, redirecting his hold on Jongho so that he drags through Yeosang’s puffy pussy lips instead. The alpha moans as Yeosang is still fighting through the overwhelm of the situation, too much, too fast, but he doesn't push him further away, still overcome with the urge to be touched, filled.
“Mmm, fuck,” he whines pitifully before rolling onto his back, releasing his grip on Jongho as he does.
The alpha takes a moment to catch up and Yeosang uses the time to take his own shirt off fully, while Jongho strips himself of his boxers before leaning over Yeosang.
Yeosang’s hand trails down between his own legs in this time, admiring the view.
It’s dark, but not so dark he can’t see Jongho, and his eyes have adjusted by now in the far too long they’ve spent trying too sleep.
He’s flushed and his hair looks fluffy, and he bats Yeosang’s hand away so he can line his cock up to Yeosang’s covered pussy again.
The omega positively purrs. He loves this— when he pushes the right buttons to make his puppy alpha take charge of the situation.
Even if his use right now is somewhat selfish, cock burying between the wet folds of Yeosang’s labia and fucking it back and forth so the head occasionally brushes his clit.
It has Yeosang moaning and rolling his head back, though. With no better use of his arms, he hooks them around each of his own thighs to pull them back, leaving himself open for the alpha to chase whatever feeling he’s looking for right now.
Except for the one Yeosang wants.
“We… can’t…” Yeosang pants breathlessly.
Jongho looks up, waiting for him to elaborate, but does’t stop the rock of his hips against Yeosang’s.
“’M too fertile right now,” Yeosang finishes when he gets his bearings. “You can’t fuck me.”
Jongho frowns, biting his lip as he looks down, changing his rhythm up to just tease his head in circles over Yeosang’s clit.
“Oh, but you can keep doing this,” he whines.
His legs start to try to pull shut, overcome with sensitivity, but his arms fight against it, leaving him shaking all the while canting his hips up into the sensation.
“Mmm, fuck, Jongho, I’m gonna cum like this— Alpha—”
He ends on a whiney note, trailing off into a moan as he does just that.
His legs clamp shut but he leaves them in the air, Jongho pressing his knees up to his chest as to not disrupt his own rhythm, and slick leaks out of his convulsing hole, creamy and thick and ruining the cotton panties further.
Jongho moans around the wet sensation as Yeosang makes helpless, over-sensitive noises, and the alpha pushes his cock back between Yeosang’s puffy pussy lips to rut right between there.
He thrusts hard a few times before slowing it down, seeming to finally let Yeosang start to catch his breath as he relaxes his legs some more, spreading them out around the alpha and trying not to squirm too much.
The alpha’s rhythm soon falters, but Yeosang realizes quickly that it’s intentional.
Between every other slide against the panties, Jongho pulls back just enough to catch the head of his cock on Yeosang’s hole, pushing in just as much as the stretch of the cotton allows and penetrating Yeosang with the slide of his own panties.
“Quit— fuck,” Yeosang whines. “You’re teasing me, Jongho.”
“Feels good,” is all the alpha gets out in a panted reply. “You’re so wet.”
Jongho has pivoted to a different rhythm entirely where he isn’t sliding up and down at all anymore, just repeatedly fucking his cock head just the littlest bit into Yeosang’s hole.
Yeosang whines sharply, and that makes Jongho pause, pulling back til he’s just resting his cock atop Yeosang’s pussy.
He looks the omega very seriously in his eyes as he pants, and Yeosang is still moving his hips in the tiny circles he can manage to urge something— he isn’t even sure what he’s trying for at this point— but it seems to work.
Jongho hooks his fingers underneath the panties, having to peel them back from Yeosang’s skin. The omega moans as he feels the air hit his pussy directly and Jongho’s voice is heavy and panting as he asks, “Can I try something?”
Yeosang nods so quick it makes him a little dizzy.
Jongho keeps the panties pulled back but doesn’t move them any further as he readjusts his cock, pressed horizontally directly on top of Yeosang’s pussy.
The omega moans at the heat of the sensation which is only exemplified when Jongho lets go of the fabric, letting it jump back into place, before steadying his own hands on each side of his cock, fucking into the tunnel made by Yeosang’s skin, his own hands, and the wet panties over top.
With the angle he’s at, every time he moves Jongho’s cock is brushing Yeosang’s clit, and it’s a dizzying mix of too muchand not enough.
Jongho pulls his hands back to steady them on Yeosang’s inner thighs instead, digging his fingers in strongly as he continues his rhythm of small thrusts between Yeosang’s skin and the panties before pulling out completely, realigning on top of the fabric to rut a few times before dipping the head of his cock into Yeosang’s hole again through his panties.
He repeats the action a few times until Yeosang is getting frustrated, pulling at the alpha’s hips and telling him what he needs— “More.”
Jongho realigns himself and presses back underneath the panties, and it has Yeosang groaning as Jongho snarls at him.
“I can’t fuck you, honey,” he tells the omega as he lightens the blow with a kiss to his cheek.
“Fuck, I don’t care,” Yeosang responds.
Yeosang really doesn’t care at this point. He wants Jongho to do something. He can fuck him raw, if he wants, Yeosang is wet and out of his mind enough it doesn’t matter. He can knot him five times over right now and Yeosang will take it happily, regret to come in the morning. He just needs— whatever he can get.
Jongho takes a step back and Yeosang whines even though he knows Jongho is playing at something bigger, proven when he slides the omega’s ruined panties off completely before resuming position between his legs.
Knot me, Yeosang’s thinking. Fuck me.
He doesn’t say anything, though, just spreads his thighs as wide as he can as he looks up at Jongho through his eyelashes, open-mouthed and heavy gaze conveying all of his want for him.
Jongho doesn’t fuck him, though.
Instead, he slides back through Yeosang’s pussy lips, teasing on the outside just as he had been earlier, except now, skin-on-skin, Yeosang’s slick leaking directly onto his cock and mixing with the precum Jongho drips himself, the glide is smoother, it’s hotter, and when he fucks up, his shaft presses Yeosang’s clit upward as his knot spreads him open, sitting directly against Yeosang’s hole.
It’s more intense than being fucked.
He feels stretched over the heat of Jongho’s cock, no barriers between their skin, as he ruts back in forth just in small movements where the hardness of his knot slowly gets sucked into Yeosang’s hole, spreading him open on the girth without filling him. All the while his clit is being stimulated with rocks of the alpha’s veiny cock, texture providing a teasing sensation that mixes perfectly with it.
The rhythm isn’t perfect, knot slipping out of place a few times and Jongho pulling back too far and losing his place completely, but each time he’s able to slide back in easily, mix of fluids providing an effortless glide, and every time, the sensation takes Yeosang over again completely, eyes rolling back with exasperated gasps over each movement.
Jongho is naturally quieter when he isn’t whining, but Yeosang can feel his reactions in the way his hips keep stuttering, when he slips and moves too fast like he can’t help himself.
If it’s anywhere near as intense for him, Yeosang doubts he can.
“Keep— fuck, like that,” Yeosang moans, when his knot slips back into place over his hole, spreading him open around nothing. “Don’t move too much. It feels so good, I’m stretched out on your knot.”
The alpha growls at that but mostly stills, leaving the omega canting his hips up into the pressure, riding just his knot as the prominent vein on the underside of Jongho’s cock stimulates his clit, providing a barely-enough mix of pleasure.
“’M gonna cum,” Yeosang moans, making Jongho whine and rut his hips messily, moving on instinct. It’s just right and just enough. “I’m cumming, alpha. Cumming on your knot.”
“Fuck, Yeosang.”
Jongho thrusts a couple more times in the shallow motions he’s gained a rhythm at before growling, burying his face in Yeosang’s neck as he comes onto the omega’s tummy, knot expanding as he does which gives the final blow for Yeosang.
The alpha’s thick cum pools into the faint outline of his abs and into his belly button, the hot sensation feeling perfectly messy and like a claim and it makes Yeosang lose it further, clenching around Jongho’s knot before cumming hard enough to push it out of him completely.
Jongho whines as he does, stream of liquid, slick cum winning in force and pushing his half-sheathed knot out to make way for it to drip down to the sheets, but he keeps it nestled between the lips, providing just enough warmth as he keepscumming, slowly flooding Yeosang’s skin further until there’s a full-blown puddle formed on the omega’s tummy.
They both catch their breaths in the silence, the intimacy, Jongho pulling back just enough for both of them to prevertedly watch his cum slowly cover Yeosang further until he’s officially milked dry, rolling onto his own back.
Instinctively, Yeosang wants to cuddle closer, wants to roll to his side and put a leg up on top of the alpha, but he looks at the state of his tummy and…
“We're fucked, huh?” Is the first thing he says, cynically in a way that makes Jongho snicker with him.
“We have to be awake in three hours,” Jongho points out, entertaining Yeosang all the same. “What are the chances we go to sleep sticky and deal with it in the morning.
Yeosang rolls his eyes, all the while leaning closer.
“Chivalrous as always.”