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For his birthday, all Renjun wanted was a nice meal out with friends and maybe some gift cards. He wasn’t difficult to please and he felt his demands were anything but demanding, something his friends seemed to agree with. They’d made the plans and done the dinner and he had indeed gotten several heartfelt cards with gift cards stuffed inside— and one with a homemade coupon book that looked like it had been painstakingly put together by Jisung.
“You don’t have to open it here hyung.” He’d said, barely making eye contact and turning redder by the second.
When Renjun had presented as an omega a few years ago, Jisung had started acting a little more reserved around him. It was no big deal, he’d noticed that Jisung treated presentation with a lot more respect than most people his age and anyone who was already presented got a similar gentle, reverent treatment. Maybe some people would find it annoying but Renjun thought it was adorable. Later, when Jisung had presented as an alpha, just a few months ago, he’d gotten even more shy when Renjun was around; extra polite. It was flattering and he tried not to examine it more closely than that.
“Okay, I’ll look at it later.” He says, and smiles.
The only person who hadn’t gotten Renjun a gift was Jaemin, when someone pointed this out he had laughed it off, saying his gift was going to be a special delivery but it hadn’t arrived yet.
“When it does, you’ll know— trust me!” and he smiled that stupid smug smile he reserves for when he knows something you don’t. Something you’re probably better off not knowing.
Renjun had been content to not know. He’d been content to leave the dinner after long hugs goodbye and heartfelt thanks and go home to his apartment, to pop open a white claw and change into comfortable clothes— he’d planned to read and had gone so far as to get the book off his bedside table when he’d heard his door open and a loud thump.
He jumps at the sound, but he knows some of his friends, his mom, his brother all have keys; the only way to find out is to go back down the hall and look. What he finds there is not anyone who has a key to his place, but it’s—
“Jisung?”
Jisung, who appears to have been bound and gagged and dumped on his entryway; and for a second it knocks the wind out of him, the big strong alpha with baby blue satin ribbon tied around his ankles, knees, chest and arms— as well as his wrists and mouth.
Around his waist there’s another length of ribbon but it’s not to restrict his movement, instead it’s tied in a bow that hovers right above his dick, accompanied by a tag. It makes his brain so soft for a second, and Jisung isn’t helping either, laying there, halfway on his side. He’s not even struggling, just watching Renjun watch him, dark eyes calm.
Right ! Jisung is looking at him because he should not be staring at Jisung like that, he should be helping him out of his… restraints?
“Shit, sorry Sungie.” He hurries forward, shaking his head as if to clear it. “What the hell happened?”
He asks as he begins to untie Jisung’s feet, the first set of ties he can reach, and he only realizes Jisung is still gagged when he doesn’t respond right away.
“Oh my god. Here.” He scoots forward on his knees and reaches up. It’s easy enough to undo once he finds the knot and Jisung wait patiently for Renjun to unwind the ribbon from around his head. He sighs once his mouth is free.
“Thank’s hyung.” He says, and smiles.
“Yeah of course.”
The rest of the ribbon comes off fast, falling to the floor, and when it’s all off he helps Jisung up, before they both gather up the remains of—whatever this was— off the floor. In the middle he finds the tag and he turns it over to read the meticulous scrawl covering the back.
Happy Birthday, I hope you like your gift. I told you’d know it when you saw it.
xoxo, JM
Ps - unwrapping is only half the fun
Renjun reads it through twice before glancing up at Jisung who is looking down at it at the same time, when he feels Renjun’s gaze he meets and they both blush before looking away again.
“Uh, can we go in here?” He gestures in the other general direction and Jisung nods. They walk separately and then sit down on the couch together as far as they can manage between the small space and Jisung’s height. “So what happened, exactly?”
As much as he can tell Jisung would probably rather he didn’t ask, Renjun does have questions.
“It was Jaemin hyung at first, but all the other omega hyungs too.”
“What?”
“Well they wanted me to— uh confess.” He whispers the words, shoulders shrinking like no matter how softly he says them he knows they might set off an explosion. “And I was going to and Jaemin kept saying it would be funny to uh, give myself to you.”
Jisung blushes soft and rosy, and Renjun’s eyes go up. “Give yourself… to me?”
“Yes? But when I decided not to confess, hyung acted like that was fine and then after dinner he took me home but he.. well all they hyungs. When they’re all together, without you, I go a little…”
“Pussy dumb?” He probably didn’t have to be so rude about it, but it’s worth it for the affronted face Jisung makes, and he giggles. “Sorry, go on.”
“I was going to say pliant.” He hides his face.
“I’m sorry Sungie, please go on.”
He peeks out to look at Renjun and then does.
'“Well they just… convinced me to come and then tied me up like that and then opened the door and shoved me in.”
Doing his best to hold his laughter in, face partially hidden in his palm he nods. “I’m sorry Jisung, they shouldn’t have done that.”
“It's okay hyung.”
“Especially since you changed your mind…”
Renjun’s laughter died in his throat and he nearly coughed, choking down the swell of emotion. Jisung had liked like he thought, but he didn’t anymore. He had planned to confess but wouldn’t anymore… and honestly fuck biology because that shouldn’t make his omega shrivel up like a husk but it does.
“Wait, no!”
“No, what?”
Jisung reaches out into the space between them but his hand falls just short of Renjun. “I didn’t change my mind about how I feel hyung, I just changed my mind about confessing.”
It’s slightly better, and he feels a bud of hope in his heart, but still.
“Why did you change your mind, then?”
It comes out a little more challenging that he means it to and Jisung draws in a bit, clearly uncomfortable making an omega unhappy.
“I was just nervous because I’ve never had a boyfriend or anything. I’ve never courted or,” He drops Renjun’s gaze and groans even pinker. “Had sex. I just couldn’t imagine that someone like you would want…”
Jisung takes a deep breath and finally looks back up, meeting Renjun’s gaze again and biting his lip, embarrassed. “Someone like me.”
Renjun melts instantly. How could he ever think that would be important to Renjun? Experience didn’t matter, what mattered was what was in your heart. His omega preens just a little at the alpha wanting to be good enough, to do well for him.
“Oh Jisung!” He puts his hand out and lets his fingers trail the back of Jisung’s. “Any omega would be so lucky to have you. You’re thoughtful and sweet, handsome and strong, and so smart.”
“Any omega?” Jisung asks.
“Of course.”
“Including you?”
Now it’s Renjun’s turn to blush. “Especially me.” Jisung bites his lip and smiles, looking back down at their hands again, shy. It’s quiet for a minute and then the buzzer for the laundry goes off, a load he’d put in before he left. He and Jisung both jump.
“I better go put that in the dryer.”
“Okay hyung.”
He makes quick work of it, tossing the damp clothes into the waiting dryer and taking deep breaths all the while, trying to slow his racing heart. Even though he’d had an idea that maybe he and Jisung like each other, wanted something more that simple friendship, knowing it for sure is totally different. Part of him wants to throw up with nerves: ‘what’s next?’ while the other part wants to squeal and twirl around in circles. By the time he is going back to the living room he’s managed to get himself a bit calmer and more firmly on the side of giggling, squealing joy.
Jisung is exactly where Renjun left him, stoic on the couch, but when Renjun walks back around to sit beside him, just a little closer than before he breaks into a wide, shy grin.
“Do you want to watch something? Since you’re already here.”
“I’d like that hyung.”
He puts on the NatGeo special about space they like and they both settle more fully into their spots as the opening music plays, but as soon as the narration starts Renjun’s mind starts to drift. He’s hyper aware of Jisung beside him, he always looks— well big— but sitting in such close proximity their size difference is even more obvious. Renjun’s shoulder only nearly meets the top of the couch whereas Jisung’s shoulders are above it by several inches; their legs are both stretched out onto the battered coffee table, and where his feet rest comfortably on the rungs, legs straight, Jisung’s are bent at a severe angle to accommodate a similar position.
The more he thinks about it the more his omega perks up, and the more his omega perks up the more he notices. Jisung has one of his hands resting on his thigh and it looks normal enough, but Renjun knows that if he moved the same hand onto one of Renjun’s thighs it would wrap around almost. If he slid it up Renjun’s leg to rest on his hip, it would encompass it, grip firm but gentle.
Renjun lets out a soft breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Jesus, get a grip!
He can feel Jisung glancing at him and he glances back shyly. As soon as their eyes meet they smile again and then turn right back to the screen, blushing. Trying to distract himself he looks around the room, keeping his head forward and that’s when he sees it, the ribbon Jisung had been tied up with. The baby blue satin against his tan skin had been so lovely and more than that, the sight of Jisung tied up and helpless… his heart skips a beat. An alpha like him tied up and helpless, at Renjun’s mercy, as soon as he thought it the idea took root, grew legs and walked off on its own.
Jisung was like many alphas, very respectful of omegas, his parents were both omegas and he’d been raised to not only listen but default to them more often than not. Their friend group was almost fully omega: Jeno, Yangyang, Xiaojun, Jaemin, Chenle, and himself— more if you added the hyungs too. More often than not any time more than five were in a room together alphas were outnumbered 2 to 1, and though all the alphas were somewhat easily affected, Jisung was easily the worst. When Renjun had suggested he’d gone pussy dumb earlier that was what he’d meant— that Jisung was always obedient.
In retrospect it wasn’t crazy to think that the other omegas had been able to take advantage of him like that, and leave him at Renjun’s door. What did they think? That he would just have his way with Jisung while he was indisposed, right there in the entryway. He breathes hard out of his nose, his skin going hot then clammy at the idea, him riding Jisung still all tied up, and his heart starts to pick up again.
“Uh hyung?”
He turns to Jisung, who is looking at him somewhat concernedly. “Hmm?”
“Are you alright?”
Renjun licks over his lips involuntarily. “I’m fine, are you fine?” He’s worried that the slightly hysterical feeling will translate to his voice but he manages to keep it fairly level.
“I— no, I’m uh just a little—” He takes a deep breath, hesitating. “Are you sure you’re okay Hyung?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” He laughs, faking nonchalance.
Jisung frowns a bit, eyebrows coming together. “Your pheromones seem to be going little… crazy that’s all.”
His pheromones? Renjun takes a deep breath, and the scent hits him like a freight train followed swiftly by extreme embarrassment. His arousal on display while he’s completely oblivious, too used to his own scent to catch it at first. Eyes widening he looks back to Jisung, who upon further examination is on edge, hand gripping his own thigh, brow knit and shiny.
Renjun has been drowning him in his pheromones and arousal for who knows how long, and he’s waited until he couldn’t any longer to say something. In spite of everything his heart swells.
“Jisung I am so sorry, are you okay?” He asks, and Jisung nods.
“It’s okay hyung, really, just trying to hold myself back.”
The last part is barely a whisper, a confession that maybe he was hoping Renjun wouldn’t hear. But he did and something slid into place in his mind at the words. “Trying to hold yourself back? From what Sungie?”
“I can’t help it, you smell so good hyung. My alpha wants to…” He trails off, breathing heavy. “I’m sorry hyung.”
“What does it want Sungie? You can tell me.”
Jisung takes another deep breath and shakes his head. Renjun scoots a little closer, and he can smell Jisung’s pheromones now too, heady arousal clouding his mind.
“Sungie, please.”
The second the words are out of his mouth he can see in his eyes the way his resolve melts, though he remains still and stiff.
“My alpha wants me to claim you and…”
“And what?”
“Breed you.” He sounds half apologetic, half like he’s holding back a moan.
Renjun turns directly toward him, knees planted on the cushion now and sitting back on his heels, while Jisung stays seated, knees forward, trying to maintain some distance even as he looks at Renjun, longing for him.
“That’s okay Sungie. It’s only natural, right? You’re an alpha and I’m an omega, right?”
Jisung bites his lip. “You’re more than your sub-gender hyung.” He says and Renjun’s mouth falls open, a moan nearly escaping, and he can feel himself grow wet. Or wetter, he supposes. Only just realizing just how far gone he’d been since his little fantasies started.
“Yeah but, I want to be… alpha and omega… with you.” He moves closer and Jisung doesn’t move, just lets Renjun approach as he leans in and presses a soft kiss to Jisung’s cheek. “Do you want that? To be alpha and omega together?”
He whimpers but still doesn’t move, gripping his own leg tighter, near vibrating. “Yes, hyung.”
Renjun reaches out his hand and uses it to turn Jisung’s face toward him, slowly, gently. Jisung follows easily, and he looks at Renjun with such an intense hunger, it must be taking everything in him to control his alpha, to hold back and listen to Renjun instead. It’s unbelievably sexy, the control, the subtle submission.
His eyes search over Renjun’s face and his cheeks, flush darker, his lips wetted with his darting tongue before Jisung bring’s gaze right back to meet Renjun’s.
He leans in slowly and Jisung doesn’t move, just lets Renjun come to him. Kiss him. His sweet bow mouth is plush against Renjun’s and he tilts his head to just the right angle, returning the kiss with gentle force, letting Renjun lead.
“You can touch me, puppy.” Jisung moans but doesn’t move yet. “Don’t you want to touch me?”
Jisung nods frantically, kissing him again, and even though he’s managed to remain in control he does slip his tongue into Renjun’s mouth, tentative but hungry. Renjun leans closer, torso hovering over Jisung’s lap as they make out, and means to reach out and brace himself on the arm of the couch but he slips, twisting and falling.
Luckily Jisung’s alpha reflexes are fast and instead of pitching forward off the couch he’s caught by wide hands and pulled back. His legs fall open and his back is pressed into Jisung’s chest.
Planted in Jisung’s wide lap he freezes, and so does Jisung. It’s so abrupt— he almost forgets that this, or something like it, is exactly where they were headed. Then Jisung sighs, deep and breathless like he’s coming up for air and Renjun feels the tension leave their bodies.
Melting into Jisung’s lap, his hard length bulges against Renjun’s ass, and the fire that had been tamed a little by the adrenaline of almost falling on his face, ignites anew, flaring up in his belly, over his skin. It feels a little like the first time he went into heat, the magic of losing yourself completely to desire and pleasure, and he wonders if that’s what Jisung’s touch will do to him.
Beneath him Jisung doesn’t grab at him, hands leaving his petite hips the second Renjun was delivered safely, but just as his tongue had slipped into Renjun’s mouth, hungry for more, his hips thrust up a fraction. He gyrates against Renjun’s ass once, twice, before he realizes and stops himself, groaning with the effort.
“Hyung!” He whispers and its music to Renjun’s ears.
“It’s okay, you can keep going.” Renjun tries to encourage him, throwing it back, but he feels Jisung refuse, the gentle shake of his head.
“I want to make you feel good, hyung. I want to do what you like.”
Renjun has half a mind to tell the younger just how hot it is to have him rutting against him, maybe suggest that he do that until he comes in his pants, or gets his cock out and finishes on the small of his back— that him using Renjun to get off like that is a hot as anything.But he seems so genuine, so eager to please, and Renjun wants it too. So instead he spread his legs wider over Jisung’s lap and reached out to take his baseball mitt of a hand and guide it to his stomach.
“Touch me.”
Jisung rubs a hesitant hand over Renjun’s stomach, moving in and out with his breath.
“Lower.” He says, and Jisung slides his hand down beneath his belly button, toying with the waist of Renjun’s cotton shorts and he fights a frustrated sigh.
“Lower.” He orders, and Jisung’s long fingers slip under the band onto his lower abdomen, half way in, halfway out.
When the tips of his fingers graze the coarse patch of hair that covers his pussy, he hesitates, and Renjun turns his head farther so his lips are grazing Jisung’s ear.
“Your omega is asking you Jisung, please. Lower.”
Jisung groans and nods. “Yes hyung.” He says, before finally sliding his hand all the way down to cup over his wet cunt.
The firm pressure, spread over his lips and the hood of his clit, is divine and he groans, instantly eager for more, but wanting to savor it. Ever so slightly he gyrates forward a bit against Jisung’s hand, sighing softly.
“Does it feel good, hyung?”
Even at a whisper his deep voice is commanding, attention grabbing, and Renjun’s omega shivers.
“Like this?” He asks, and he adds more pressure gently cupping his hand, firm pressure along his fingers before he releases and then does it again.
It does feel good, and Renjun doesn’t hesitate to let out the quiet moan that’s been building. He can hear the tension in Jisung’s voice and feel it in his body, evaporating once more at the sound of Renjun’s high sound of pleasure.
“Yeah baby, it feels good.” In his head, the thought that this is Jisung’s first time pings around like a pinball that’s been launched into the machine. He’s never touched anyone like this, never put his hands on any omega except Renjun, but it feels perfect. Just right
An alpha and an omega coming together— the most natural thing in the world. And natural is the perfect word to describe the easy way Jisung touches him, listens to him. Each wave of his hand is a bit harder, and each time the tip of his middle finger and the blunt side of his pointer seem to get closer and closer to dipping in. Renjun lets himself slip down into Jisung’s lap further and he whines.
“Inside Alpha. Put your fingers inside.”
“Inside.” He says and nods, other hand gripping at Renjun’s hip.
His hair is wet with slick and the tips of Jisung’s fingers dance over it, teasing him open so he he can sink inside and once his middle finger buried to the hilt, he lets out a surprised noise, shaky with pleasure and Renjun smiles up at his shocked face, kissing him.
“You’re so wet, hyung.”
“Just for you baby… alpha.” Jisung’s breath hitches again and he dives back in for another kiss, shy blush staining his cheeks, and when they break apart Renjun encourages him to continue. “I can take another.”
Jisung immediately pulls back, slow and gentle, until he has enough room to slip in a second finger beside the first. Two of his fingers feel like three of anyone else’s and Renjun is groaning at the stretch. This time Jisung doesn’t need to be told, he starts moving his hand gently, fingers sliding in and out with a solid rhythm and no technique.
“Is this okay? Does it feel good?” He asks, and Renjun would laugh if it weren't so sweet and it didn’t feel so good, leaving him breathless.
“You’re doing well, it feels amazing.”
“I can do better. Teach me.” He leans down and kisses Renjun soft and too sweet for someone who’s already two fingers deep inside. “Teach me how to please an omega.”
“An omega? Any omega?” He kisses Jisung and as he pulls aways he nips at his tongue. “Just using hyung to learn the best way to fuck pretty unmated omegas?”
“No— of course not!” Even as he’s being scolded he chases after Renjun’s lips, trying to continue the kiss. And Renjun knows of course, what Jisung really meant, but there’s no reason not to tease him, right? He makes it too easy.
He slides his hand down, under his shorts to put his hand on top of Jisung’s much larger one, he uses his fingers and demonstrates a gentle come hither motion. “Try this baby.”
Jisung complies, watching Renjun’s face closely. His eyes have started to cloud over, a little bit glassy from Renjun’s pheromones, a look he’s seen before whenever all the omegas are together with just Jisung, doting on him, and he kind of melts, Alpha insisting he listens to the soft sweet omegas and their delicious scents. But it's thrilling knowing that he’s the only reason for it now— that he alone can make Jisung just as stupid as a room full of omegas, more so even, because when he starts gently curling his fingers up and Renjun moans, his eyes get even darker.
“You like it?” He nods, mouth going dry. “What next?”
Renjun tries to focus. “Uhm, press that spot— your fingertips are against it.”
Jisung stops and applies firm pressure.
“Here.”
“Mhm, now make little circles, like this.”
He mimics the motion on the back of Jisung’s hand again and Jisung follows the instruction, the pressure is soft and the speed is off but the basic movement is exactly right.
“That's it baby, now go a little slower and harder.”
Once again, Jisung listens well, and Renjun is left to go brainless, losing himself in the feeling, head lolling back onto Jisung’s shoulder and moaning. Jisung doesn’t stop, and with Renjun’s mouth out of reach he settles for licking up the warm skin of his neck, and whispering in his ear. Is this okay hyung? Am I making you feel good? Do you like it?
“I love it Jisung, feels so good.”
“Did I listen well?”
“Yes, of course you did. You always do.”
Jisung moans then right in the shell of his ear. “Love making you feel good, hyung.”
“Yeah? Like being a good boy for hyung? A good puppy?”
“Yes!” He presses even harder, deeper, and they both moan. He pushes back, providing Jisung with some much needed pressure on his cock and he’s rewarded with a nip along his jaw. “I want to make you come.”
“I thought you were going to fuck me.”
“After,” He says, and runs his freehand, broad and warm, over Renjun’s torso. “I will after hyung.”
He groans, a twenty one year old overgrown puppy whose never fucked in his life shouldn’t be so so sexy to him but he is— and its making Renjun feel insane. Suddenly it’s exactly what he needs, to come, so one more time he uses his hand and guides Jisung’s hand, drenched in slick, hot and sticky so that his fingertips are right against his clit.
“Then go ahead puppy, show me how well you can please an omega.”
Jisung uses the same pressure, the same delicate circling to massage his clit, moving around the hood slow and steady and it's torturous how good it feels. Embarrassingly Renjun is moaning, high and pathetic right away, but Jisung doesn’t get cocky or laugh he just watches in awe, redoubles his efforts, going slow then fast, hard then soft.
He’d already been close and now he’s barely hanging on by a thread. He finally lets go when Jisung whispers to him, “I want to try with my mouth next time hyung.” Shaking through an incredible orgasm that leaves him wanting as soon as it’s over, so he doesn't waste any time.
“Take your clothes off puppy, I want to see you.” He says, sitting up and turning round.
They stand and strip out of their clothes, Renjun’s nightshirt and soiled shorts falling to the ground and Jisung’s rumpled street clothes doing the same. As soon as they’re both naked Renjun takes the opportunity to stare properly at Jisung— take in his long limbs, the subtle muscle, and maybe most importantly his thick cock, long and hard, nestled in a patch of dark hair that doesn’t match that on his head. Jisung drinks him in as well, his slim hips, his waist that fits in Jisung’s palm perfectly, the broad shoulders that brace his delicate chest and collarbones, his slick damp thighs. Without saying anything they seem to agree the distance is too much and they press together, every inch from chest to toe.
Jisung’s cock, bobs up with the movement and it prods his leg, slipping between his thighs as he snuggles in close and Renjun loves the way it feels like their bodies are magnetized, loves the heat of it and the intimacy.
He pulls Jisung down into another kiss and the younger wraps his big arms around Renjun, pulling him infinitesimally closer— but it still isn’t close enough— not to Renjun and not to his omega. There's only one way they’ll be satisfied, so he slides his hands up to Jisung shoulders and pulls out of the kiss just enough.
“C’mon puppy, on the ground.”
Jisung goes, bending at the knees to drop to the ground, but not without pulling Renjun down with him. Once they’re both kneeling they resume kissing, Jisung getting sloppier, still letting Renjun lead, but not so reserved, tongues meeting in the middle. He can tell that Jisung’s alpha wants control, that he’s having to stop himself from giving into his instincts.
“Are you ready?” He asks, and Jisung nods again. “How do you want it puppy?”
“What do you think is best?”
He moves so he can lean back, pulling Jisung on top of him in classic missionary. “Let's start like this just while you’re trying it out okay?”
Jisung smiles, breathlessly agreeing, and reaching down to line up his cock, losing his composure when the sticky tip grazes Renjun’s wet folds.
“Oh!” He murmurs, and hesitates. He has a firm grip on his cock, and his eyes slips closed as he starts moving it up and down, not actually trying to press inside but getting himself harder, wetter guiding his head into the mess of slick coating his lips. It’s tortuous, and he knows Jisung probably doesn’t mean to tease him like this so he lets him carry on for as long as he can before he stops him.
“Puppy, that's enough playing, come on.”
“Sorry hyung.” He blushes, pretty and pink. “It just feels so good.”
He whispers it, shy.
“It does, doesn’t it? But it’ll feel even better once you’re fucking me for real.” He bites his lip and looks up at Jisung under his lashes, coy. “Come on puppy, that’s what you wanted right? To finally claim your omega?”
Talking like that, about that, is nothing short of insane. He and Jisung aren’t even courting, have never openly discussed their feelings for each other, and sure Renjun has thought once or twice that Jisung is different from the other alphas he’s dated and slept with. Maybe Jisung could be the one… but even if he is there will be no claiming tonight, no matter how much the idea thrills them. So coaxing Jisung in, encouraging that thought when his alpha will already be fighting the urge, desperate to mark him inside and out, is not exactly the smartest thing he’s ever done; but it’s intoxicating. He’s never talked like that to anyone before, never considered it, and now that he’s started he feels like he can stop.
“Make me yours Alpha.”
Jisung’s blush turns from a shy pink to a fiery red, and he sets his jaw, determined, before he finally starts to slide inside. He’s big, bigger than most but Renjun is… practiced… experienced, if you will, and though the stretch is intense it feels good.
“Fuck!”
Jisung stops moving. “Are you okay hyung, should I stop?”
“No, don’t stop.” He pulls Jisung down into a swift kiss. “Come on puppy.”
Jisung nods, bumping their noses together, and starts pushing in again. The further he gets the wetter Renjun becomes, and he can feel himself dripping over his taint and down to his ass, by the time they start fucking properly the carpet underneath will probably be soaked. He can feel Jisung obviously in his cunt but he’s big enough that its like he’s everywhere, his lower back, his throat. Once he’s all the way in, he follows Renjun’s gentle instructions to start thrusting, finding a gentle rhythm and Jisung glows under his praise.
On some level he had expected Jisung to come right away, pop his knot the second he was inside a tight, wet omega. But he fucks into Renjun over and over, clearly enjoying himself but with no sign of stopping or even getting close. Instead he dotes on Renjun, running his hands over his torso, his nipples, fingers interlocking together as he kisses him sweet and slow, but no less passionate, burning hot like a furnace, the kind of fire that doesn’t go out; so instead of Jisung falling apart like the virgin he is Renjun falls apart like the virgin he isn’t, coming for a second time, moaning in Jisung’s ear. “Yes alpha, yes yes! Oh my god!”
Jisung’s face is buried in Renjun’s shoulder as he fucks him through his orgasm, so what he can’t see is Jisung’s eye clouding over, baring his teeth, sweat on his brow blending with the damp over his own body, but he can smell the shift in his scent, desperation. He doesn’t stop thrusting even when Renjun weaves finger into the scruff of his neck pulling him up to look at him.
“Are you okay puppy?”
“Hyung, please.” He whines.
“Please what?”
“Need to come, need to knot you.”
He hums. “Pull out, just for a second, okay puppy?”
Jisung whines again, pulling Renjun closer on his cock. “I can’t. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can, it’s okay. Let’s just get re-adjusted— I think your alpha might like it if you mount me, right puppy?”
He blushes and feels pleased watching Jisung’s mouth fall open, eyes darkening slightly.
“Okay.” He says finally, and pulls out little by little, only moving his hips so he stays blanketing Renjun, bracing himself above him.
When his cock is out all the way he still doesn’t move and Renjun feels the heat of his body as if they’re still pressed together. He kisses Jisung again. “I’m gonna roll over okay?”
Jisung nods, once, and Renjun carefully shifts so he can start turning over, the way Jisung is caging him in its not easy to move, but he manages well enough, and before he’s even halfway on his stomach, Jisung is lining up again.
“Puppy, wait a second.” He says, but Jisung doesn’t, he pushes in the head without waiting. “Alpha..”
Jisung groans, though whether its from being called addressed like that or from being back inside the wet heat, who knows, but he ignores Renjun entirely, pushing back inside slow and steady. Even then part of Renjun expects him to slow or stop, expects a bit of reprieve after two intense orgasms in a row, but he doesn’t get it, because right away Jisung starts moving his hips.
“Puppy?”
“Does it feel good, hyung?” He says it like he hadn’t heard Renjun at all, moving mindlessly.
It does feel good. He’s so wet the slide is easy and he’s gushing around Jisung’s cock, but it's also totally overwhelming. In addition to the overstimulation, he’s never been mounted before, and Jisung’s weight is pressing him into the carpet beneath them, squashing him so his breath is coming fast and shallow, knocked out of his lungs by the deep thrusts.
“Yeah, yes!” He answers, gasping out the words, and before he can encourage him to take it easy, his words are spurning Jisung on and he starts moving faster, his thick cock splitting Renjun in two, knees planted on either side of him for extra leverage.
The only sound is their desperate panting, the wet squelch of sex, and Jisung’s constant babbling. You like it hyung? I make you feel good? You’re so tight, hyung. Am I doing well? And then: “I’m sorry hyung.”
Renjun feels like a single thread pulled taut and every thrust is an impact that leaves him reverberating with pleasure.
“Don’t be sorry puppy what’s wrong.”
“Wanna be your alpha, wanna make you mine.”
Oh!
“I see, you want to fill me up, puppy? Want to breed your omega?” Jisung whimpers, kissing the top of Renjun’s spine.
“Yes, yes, I’m sorry hyung, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
His hips are jack-rabbiting, moving so quickly and powerfully that Renjun fears he might be slipping into rut, but at this point he doesn’t care.
“It’s okay, that’s what good alphas do. They breed their omegas. You can breed me puppy, don’t worry. Breed me and everyone will know what a big strong alpha I have, they’ll know I belong to you.”
He can’t see the way Jisung’s jaw goes slack or the crease in his brow as he gives it his all, but he can feel the grip of Jisung’s arm sliding beneath him to pull him close, the other bracing him on the ground. He pulls Renjun’s hips up, changing the angle so that he’s hitting the g-spot. The pleasure is so intense that even as Renjun asks for more he’s gripping the carpet above his head, clawing at it trying to crawl away.
Renjun can feel the base of Jisung’s cock starting to swell into a knot, soon he won’t be able to thrust so much, and Jisung must realize it too.
“Feels so good hyung, I can’t help it!” He groans. “I’m gonna come, gonna knot you.”
“It’s okay puppy you can do it, knot me, knot your omega.”
Jisung’s knot is so big, and the second it pops inside, it stays, no wiggle room, and Renjun can’t help the cry he lets out as Jisung grinds it and his cock into Renjun’s overly sensitive cunt. He kneels back and now that he isn’t having to hold himself up he uses his free hand to reach between them and finger Renjun’s clit gently.
“Alpha, please, please.” He doesn’t know if he is begging him to stop or to not stop, but it doesn’t matter because within seconds of the touch the taut string finally snaps and he’s coming a final time, squirming beneath Jisung’s broad body collapsed on top of him.
They lay there for what feels like hours, and just when he thinks he might fall asleep, pass out from exhaustion, he feels Jisung’s knot deflate. Jisung pulls out and they shift around, laying side by side, cheeks pressed into the carpet, breathing heavily and staring into each other's eyes as come drips out of his spent hole and over his clit to the floor. Neither of them says anything for a second, but then the reality of what they did hits Renjun and he can’t help but giggle. Jisung bites his lip before he’s laughing too, and they roll around as much as they can in their exhausted states. When they settle he darts out and presses another gentle kiss to Renjun’s mouth.
“I hope you know I’m gonna court you for real hyung.”
“I know Sungie.”
He smiles mischievously. “And I was serious about trying with my mouth next. I want to taste you.”
It nearly knocks all his regained breath back out but he manages to recover.
“I guess we’ll have to put that ribbon to good use too.” The picture of Jisung tied up again flashes in his mind, but now he’s on his knees, head between Renjun’s legs.
For a second Jisung doesn’t seem to understand what Renjun is implying, but when it dawns on him he blushes and whispers. “Yes, hyung.”
“Good puppy.” He says, and pulls Jisung in for another kiss.