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Changbin has had a long day by the time he makes it home. It hadn’t even been too rough of a day. It had pretty much been a regular Friday actually, but something about it had him hanging on by a thread. So he’s a little out of it when he stumbles over a package on their doorstep.
He can’t see who it’s for until he bends down to grab it, a finger running along his name as he stands. His eyes flick to the sender’s address. It takes him a moment, mind not quite at full speed after a long day. But then he gasps, realization striking him.
Suddenly wide awake, he hurriedly tucks the package under one arm, hands shaking with nerves as he tries to stick the key into the lock. He nearly bangs the door into the wall as he stumbles into their home, already tugging off his shoes in excitement.
He can smell himself at this point, his scent getting stronger as he thinks about the contents of the package. He anxiously peeks down the hallway as he tries to calm himself down, desperately hoping that his roommate–and best friend–isn’t home to catch his scent.
Sometimes he thinks he should have accepted the extra room in Seungmin’s apartment. The beta would have hardly ever caught onto his scent. Or even rooming with another omega would have been better than the alpha who is always in his business.
Rooming with an alpha, as an omega, isn’t usually the smartest choice. Rooming with an alpha that is your best friend may usually be a better choice. Rooming with an alpha who is your best friend, love of your life, want-to-have-his-babies-yet-is-unattainable kind of alpha? That had to be the worst choice.
Minho can be infuriatingly curious when he wants to know something–never overbearing, of course–but Changbin can always tell when Minho wants to know something. There will be an energy hanging over him, a curious tinge to his scent that won't go away for quite a while. But this is something that Changbin doesn’t want him to ask about. He doesn’t think he could handle Minho asking.
With heated cheeks, the mere thought of Minho asking him causing him to blush, he walks further into the apartment. It’s quiet–Minho’s scent is stronger near the door, but as he walks towards the kitchen, his scent weakens in the air. Much like it usually is when he’s been at work since the early hours.
Walking past the kitchen, his eyes land on the whiteboard on the fridge, Minho’s hasty writing covering it. Well, that explains the confusing scent path.
Had to run back to work. Be back with dinner at 7
x
Changbin smiles at the ugly drawing Minho added as a signature. It’s a bunny, he thinks, holding a bag of what Changbin can only assume is a takeaway.
Cute.
He glances at the time on the microwave: 4:07 p.m. He practically runs to his room, with any luck, he should have plenty of time to try out his new purchase.
He slices through the tape with the key still clutched in his hand, opening the box with shaking hands. His breath is heavy in his chest at the mere thought of what's inside. He had spent months agonizing over the decision before finally being brave enough to complete the order.
There’s tissue paper blocking his view of the items and he bites his lip. The sticker rips with a harsh sound, loud in the quiet suspense of his room. The tissue paper crinkles as he slowly peels it open. There are a few things in here, some he’s used before and others not. His eyes catch on the silk baggie first and he eagerly opens it up, sitting on the edge of the bed as he does.
He grimaces when he feels a faint wetness between his cheeks, blushing at the fact that he’s already wet for it. He knows he has to be filling the entire apartment with his scent by now and he briefly contemplates sticking a scent patch on, but ultimately decides not to. Minho won’t be home before he’s done. And maybe there is a little thrill at the thought of his scent still lingering in the air as they eat dinner together, but he shoves that thought to the back of his mind.
The plug he pulls from the bag is bigger than his usual one, jeweled at the base with a typical heart. It’s cute and he’s excited about the knot-sized plug, he really is, but he sets it to the side quickly.
A bottle of his favorite lube he likes to keep on hand is next, followed by a smaller bottle of something new. Cum Lube. The label is straight to the point, a small slogan advertising the lube’s stringy cum likeliness the only other words on the front. He’s burning with his blush now, the thought of seeing himself covered in a certain alpha’s cum filtering into his brain.
Shaking his head, willing the thoughts away, he sets the bottle to the side as well. A black silk blindfold rests underneath the bottles and he picks it up, shivering as the cool silk flows through his hands. He sets it aside for now, mind already made up on using it tonight.
The last item has his breath caught in his throat. Picking it up with shaking hands, he lets the box fall to the ground. He sticks a finger under the label and tugs, the label falling easily. His heart beats faster as he slowly unwinds the rope and it slides against his skin. It’s smooth and soft–his research clearly had paid off. The rope is black and he can already tell that it will be a beautiful contrast against his skin.
Heat prickles at his skin, arousal warming him and he practically runs to the shower now, speeding through it as fast as he can. He cleans himself well but tries not to stretch himself too much. The scent of his slick fills the air and his mind grows slightly hazy as he slides his fingers along himself. He spared a thought at the amount of slick and could almost bet that he’d throw himself into heat at the rate his arousal was growing.
He tries not to think of images of himself covered in intricately tied ropes and tries not to think of rough hands sliding smooth ropes along his skin. He fails, but he does try. He’s hard when he leaves the warm shower, the water not enough to wash away the slick leaking out of him. A quick sniff informs him that Minho still isn’t home, so he doesn’t bother to get dressed yet.
He checks the time as he walks into his room, 4:37 p.m. Plenty of time then, he thinks as he slides on his softest briefs. Self-care, right? Not that they will stay on for long.
He’s thought about this so much that he knows exactly what he wants to do. It’s been a while since he’s had such a long time to himself to really treat himself right so he’s looking forward to it as he reaches into the back of his closet.
He finds the box with his smaller toys in it first, grabbing his favorite pair of hand restraints and tossing them on the rug behind him. He pulls out his favorite knotting dildo next, as it’s a little on the smaller side and more comfortable with all the new sensations he’s sure to experience.
The last thing he grabs is the one he’s most excited about. His remote-controlled fucking machine that even has an automatic knotting function.
It’s the most expensive toy he’s ever owned and he wishes he got to use it more often, but Changbin doesn’t usually get time to fuck himself like this and when he does, it’s during heat and he’s too out of it to really set the thing up for himself quite as well as he likes it.
He doesn’t think that he’ll last very long with the new ropes he’s gotten, but at least with this, he should get two good orgasms out of himself. And a knot.
He would like it more if it were a real cock fucking him, knotting him, while he’s all tied up and pretty, but the only cock he’s interested in is Minho’s and well, he’s way too scared to tell him that. So here he is. He sighs, shutting his closet so he can go set things up.
It’s been a while, but Changbin has done this enough times to know exactly how he likes it and how to set it up quickly. He makes a nest on the rug, tossing his softest blankets down and even going to the living room to grab Minho’s from the couch. It’s pathetic, but he can’t really help it.
He surrounds himself with pillows that’ll be the easiest to clean, sniffing each one to make sure it’s perfect. After another trip to the living room, he finds a few that still have Minho’s scent laced through them and piles them near where his head will be, surrounding the wedge pillow he angles just so.
Satisfied, after spending a few minutes just fluffing everything up, he adds the final touches. The bottles of lube, the blindfold, the restraints within his reach, a pair of safety shears, and lastly, his dildo of choice strapped into the machine. And with that done, he finally turns towards the mirror.
He angled everything perfectly. He grabs his phone from the bed with shaking hands, pulling up the video that he’s watched maybe hundreds of times. He’s ready.
He grabs the ropes, hands not done shaking from the nerves and anticipation too. He presses play on the video, eyes flicking back and forth as he begins to loop the rope together. It’s a simple heart harness, meant for someone to self-tie, and he knows every word of the video by now.
His breath catches as he places the knot behind his neck, the action making goosebumps rise. His briefs are damp and he can’t take his eyes off of himself as the rope settles across his chest. He watches, enraptured as he slowly and methodically loops and tugs at the rope. The rope drags across his body as it loops around, sending shockwaves through him. The subtle pressure of the rope settling against his skin as he tugs and adjusts catches his nerves alight.
His briefs are soaked at this point and he swallows as he shucks them off. The air cools the slick coating him and he shivers. His cock is flushed and leaking, and he whimpers as he slides the rope between his legs, brushing against himself.
He stares in awe as he tugs the final knot tight. He slowly turns in the mirror, eyes trailing along every inch of rope. The rope cups his pecs just right, squeezing them and lifting them. He bites his lip when he sees how the rope under his cheeks lifts his butt, making his fat ass look even perkier.
Breedable. His mind helpfully supplies and Changbin’s omega whines in need. He wants to be bred. Just like this. Plump and begging and sticky with slick. He lets out a shaky breath.
He’s glad he chose the black as he turns once more, swallowing thickly as he takes himself in completely. He’s struck by a sense of sexiness that doesn’t come naturally to him and he quickly grabs his phone to capture some pics. He tries from multiple angles, wanting to remember this first time and wanting to remember how he felt while wearing them.
He does a time check as he takes his last picture, pleased when he realizes he still has a little under two hours until Minho will be home.
He falls to his knees, wanting to be done before Minho gets home. Though, the thought of his crush, his best friend, walking in on him fucking himself all tied up and at his mercy sends shivers through his body.
He’d strategically placed the machine to face away from the door, able to look at his face in the mirror as he loses himself. Theoretically, if anyone were to come into his room, they’d get a full view of Changbin’s ass being railed, slick pouring out of him as his face is screwed up in pleasure. He’d thought about it before–Minho walking in on him, seeing him. He doesn’t even want to think about how many times he’s come as soon as he heard Minho get home, the thought lingering in the back of his mind every time he touched himself.
Changbin would be lying if he said that his biggest fantasy wouldn’t be Minho coming home, seeing him all fucked out and tied up, and replacing the machine with his own cock until he’s knotting him. Or face fucking him as he’s still railed by the machine, his knot filling his mouth impossibly wide. He’s not really that picky–doesn’t even care if Minho doesn’t knot him– that much anyway .
He just wants Minho’s cock, period. In any way that he can get it. And his heart, but that’s another conversation.
He snaps a few more pictures of himself on his knees before tossing the phone to the side. He barely registers where it lands as his eyes never leave his body. He closes his eyes finally, breathing in and out a few times in an attempt to center himself, to calm the wolf inside of him that’s clawing at him to be fucked.
He’s not too surprised that the ropes help him, grounding him as he tries to let everything else go for a moment. It’s what he had hoped for when he bought them in the first place. It’s only a minute before his eyes are fluttering open, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
Changbin watches as he trails a hand down his chest, fingers following the lines of the rope. His other hand joins the first on their path along his body. He brushes and squeezes and digs his fingers into his skin, slick dripping from his as his body reacts. A trail of goosebumps follows his touch and his breath grows heavier with each stroke.
The harness makes his tits stand out, practically begging for a touch. He takes one in each hand, squeezing and kneading them, a whimper spilling from his lips. One hand slowly moves to his neck, not choking, but applying the slightest pressure. He licks the finger of his other hand until his spit drips down his finger before finally bringing it to his nipple.
He slowly rubs the bud, jolts of pressure going straight to his cock as he switches to pinching and pulling it. His breath comes out harder when he switches to the other nipple. His hand squeezes slightly and oh , Changbin’s eyes fall shut in the burst of pleasure.
He doesn’t stop until both nipples are red and puffy, feeling so close to coming before he even has a dick inside of him. He watches himself in the mirror as he pants, his chest heaving against the ropes and his skin flushed red.
Changbin drops his hand from his neck, sliding it against his heated skin. His breath hitches as he runs his hand along his stomach, the muscles contracting with the movement before softening once more. He digs his fingers into the soft flesh, whimpering as it gives beneath his hand. He squeezes, cock dripping onto the blankets.
He whines as his hands slide further down, avoiding his aching cock. His hands land on his thighs, squeezing and stroking and he already looks so fucked out and he’s barely started.
Changbin almost wishes he were recording everything to watch back later. He already knows the images in the mirror will be seared into his brain for the foreseeable future. He knows that this will be playing on a loop in his brain during his next heat. Next time he gets the chance to do this, he must record it.
He’s starting to get impatient now. Changbin sits back on the floor, spreading his legs. He can just barely see his ass in the mirror at this angle, so he focuses on staring at the way his body reacts as he presses a finger against his hole.
He slowly runs a finger through the slick that’s covering him. He shivers at the feeling of it clenching as if begging to be filled. He groans as he goes straight to two fingers sliding in. He slowly thrusts in and out, eyes on how he flushes in the mirror. Lewd, is what he looks like, head tilted back, eyes half-shut in pleasure.
He avoids causing too much pleasure as he scissors the two fingers apart, knowing that he won’t last long on the machine if he gives in to the feeling of his fingers inside. He slides the third finger in as slick drips down his palm, mouth falling open with a soft gasp. He hadn’t chosen his largest dildo on the machine today, but he still added a fourth finger for a moment, moaning at the slightly harsher stretch.
Removing his hand, his breath coming out in a huff at the loss, he picks up the bottle of cum lube. He doesn’t technically need it–since he can’t see his own hole as it’s fucked–but he hopes that when it’s over, he will be able to spread himself open in the mirror for his viewing pleasure.
Goosebumps emerge along his skin as he bends down, squirting the bottle directly into himself and groaning at the filling sensation. He clenches around the wetness, desperately trying to keep it inside as he moves to position. His mind is filled with thoughts of cum being fucked out of him. The sound of slick and cum and the wet sounds of himself being fucked filling the room, imagining that Minho would be able to hear it all the way from the front door if he were to come home early.
He moans softly as he feels his own slick sliding between his legs, laying himself across the wedge pillow. He reaches back, checking to see if the machine is in the correct position. He adjusts himself, scooting closer, angling himself. He locks his gaze onto himself as he brings the head of the dick to his entrance.
He pushes back on it, biting his lip as the pressure feels so good already. He slides down slowly, watching the way his eyebrows twitch and crease, the blush on his skin heating up. If he didn’t know better, he would think he was in heat just by looking at himself. His scent sweetens, borderline tooth-rotting sweet.
He shuts his eyes against the sparks of pleasure as he slowly begins to push back onto the machine, trying to get used to the size. He’s glad he chose this specific cock–knowing that he wouldn’t be able to handle anything bigger as he’s already so sensitive. He slowly fucks back onto it until the slight twinge of pain is gone, pleasure building.
He lifts off of it until only the head is in, settling back down on the pillow. He takes a moment to breathe, coming down from any plane of pleasure he was on. Minho’s scent filters into his nose from the nearby pillows and it helps calm him. Like this, the ropes tug gently on his skin and the feeling helps him focus on backing down from the edge.
Changbin reaches for the blindfold, hand restraints, and remote. The hand restraints are set down within reach, the remote right next to the pillow for easing finding. Not wanting to waste much time, he wraps the blindfold around his head.
Vision blocked, he grabs the hand restraints. He places the remote on the small of his back, resting against the rope around his waist to hold it in place. He’s never tried this with a blindfold, but he’s used the restraints like this enough times that even with a little difficulty, it only takes him a few minutes to get himself locked in.
He almost thinks he won’t be able to grab the remote like this, but all it takes is one good arch of his back to slide the remote into his waiting palms. Changbin is exhausted by the end, taking a breather as he rests against the pillow below. He takes deep breaths trying to ignore the way his hole squeezes in want around the head of the dildo still resting inside of him.
The rope rests snugly against his skin, not digging in but a firm pressure everywhere. He knows it’s cupping his ass perfectly like this, his only wish is that he had some way of capturing every angle of himself like this. There is slick and lube cooling against his skin–leaking out of his hole as the head of the dildo stretches him open. He can feel the hard press of the wedge pillow against his cock, a wet spot already growing.
The ties around his wrist pull his arms back, almost uncomfortable but he hardly notices through everything else. Changbin clenches his hand around the remote in his hands–the last thing he needs is to drop it and have to start all over. And he doesn’t have time for that.
Changbin takes a deep breath, pressing the button to start. He shivers as the machine slowly presses in. A groan immediately escapes his mouth as the machine begins a rhythmic pace. Each slide of the cock inside of him relaxes him more and more into the pillow below as he gets used to the stretch.
After a moment, he clicks the button to increase the speed, moaning as the wet sounds of the cock thrusting into him fill the room. Slick and lube gush around the cock, dripping down his thighs. He tenses as the sensations grow, heightened by the blindfold, and he whimpers as the small adjustment of his hips causes the cock to his prostate perfectly.
With each tense of his muscles, Changbin feels the rope digging into his skin just a bit more. His body feels sensitive, like he’s already on the brink and he only just started. With his senses like this, his scent is cloyingly thick in the air. He’s not usually so affected by his own scent, but he feels so much right now that he can’t help but whine as his scent swirls around him.
Eager to get closer, he presses the button on the remote once more, the speed immediately increasing. The new speed jolts him across the pillow below, his cock rubbing against it at every thrust. His cock is leaking and it just feels so good as he melts into the pillow. He whines as each rub against his prostate hurdles him closer and closer to the edge.
He feels out of his mind, but as he’s nearly about to finish, he runs his thumb along the remote until he can frantically press the stop button. He gasps as he’s yanked off the edge, clenching around the dildo that stopped completely inside of him. He lies gasping as he calms himself down.
He feels like he’s in heat with how worked up he is. How easily he feels like he could cum right this second with only one more thrust. He’s not sure if the pure amount of wetness is because his heat is coming or the load of cum lube he had in his ass.
With every heave of his chest, as he slowly backs away from the edge, the ropes dig harder, pressing into his slightly swollen chest. It hits him then, that maybe he is nearing his heat after all. The thought makes him heat up more, flashes of fucking himself like this while in the throes of heat filling his mind.
He suddenly remembers the Minho-scented blanket by his head and eagerly shuffles towards it as much as he can. Minho’s scent fills his nose once more and Changbin melts.
And then his thoughts are flooded at once. Thoughts of Minho coming home early, scenting the air and smelling Changbin’s heat from the door. He’d knock on the door to check on him, and Changbin would whimper in distress. And his Hyung would open the door quickly, intent on checking on the omega in whatever state he found him in. Because Minho is just like that . Always a good Hyung even when he pretends not to care.
He presses the button again–and again–bringing it back up to the previous speed as quickly as he can.
Minho would open the door in concern only to see Changbin getting fucked out of his mind. To see Changbin tied up and vulnerable, hole dripping with excessive amounts of slick and lube. His senses would be overwhelmed by the sweet and tempting scent of Changbin filling the room.
Changbin gasps as his orgasm nears and nears, the pleasure increasing at each thought.
His Hyung would tilt his head as he watched him, panting and gasping and squirming. Minho’s signature smirk would creep across his face as he teases him.
Look at you. You wanted to be filled so bad that you had to fake it?
Changbin can practically hear the smirk in his fantasy.
Want Hyung to help you out? Want Hyung to fill you up? Want Hyung to breed you?
He catches himself nodding at this imaginary Minho. Thoughts of Minho breeding him suddenly are all he can think about. It’s everything he ever wanted from him. To love him, to fuck him, to breed him full of his pups. Changbin nearly cums from the thought.
He imagines the way Minho would walk over to him, ripping the remote from his hands to press the button to stop the movements. Imaginary Minho cruelly edges him and so Changbin presses the stop button just barely in time. Tears flood his eyes as he lays there begging for his Hyung.
“Please, please, please.” He babbles to the air, imagining the way Minho would slowly remove the machine from his hole, causing a whine to spill from his lips.
He can almost hear the unzipping of Minho’s pants–pulling them down just enough to pull his hard cock out. Can just barely imagine the way Minho’s alpha scent would curl around him tighter as Minho would line himself up. And then Minho would thrust in one swoop, Changbin crying out as he begins an unrelenting pounding.
Changbin presses the button again. Automatically hitting it three more times, the highest speed yet.
Another round of please leaves him in pants, Minho’s voice filling his head once more as he nears his climax.
Are you ready for Hyung to fill you up, baby?
He whines as his body tenses, the ropes sliding against his skin and he imagines Minho grabbing onto the waist of the harness. Minho would pull him back onto his cock over and over, his knot steadily growing.
Changbin presses the button on the remote all the way on the bottom of the remote. One that tells the machine to inflate the knot on his dildo, the depth of the thrusts shrinking. It feels so good that he can almost convince himself that it’s Minho’s cock knotting him.
You’re so good for me, baby. Come for me.
And oh, does Changbin cum. He feels it in every limb, his whole body tingling as his orgasm runs through his body. He jerks and whines, his body shaking as he’s finally able to cum. His vision whites out as the knot rubs against his prostate directly. It’s so, so, good. Until it’s not.
The overstimulation comes on slowly at least, but when he tries to press the button for the machine to stop, his heart stops instead. His hand is empty.
Changbin gasps as the knot slowly thrusts inside of him, a warm gush of slick leaking out at every small, but powerful thrust. There are tears in his eyes from the overstimulation, from the fear.
He knows his scent is spiking into distress, yet it’s still so sweet. A confusing mix of pheromones.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Changbin pants as he tries to squirm away. Still twisting his wrists to try to find the remote in vain. He winces as the movement pulls on his restraints.
He squirms and squirms, trying to kick his legs out to get the machine away from him, but his body won’t listen to him. He can't quite get a good angle to push against it, and can’t quite get his legs to work again.
He frantically twists his hands around, gasping out loud with every movement of his hips and changing angle of the machine. His breath is caught in his throat. It’s too much. He slides against the pool of slowly cooling cum between the pillow and himself. Suddenly, he’s grateful he had splurged on the softest pillow imaginable. That it’s at least soft on his sensitive cock.
He rubs his head against the blankets below until the blindfold finally slides off. He blinks away the desperate tears, squinting through his blurry vision to see if he can see the remote in the mirror. And he can’t.
It must have flown out of his hand as his body had convulsed through his orgasm.
He’s relieved when the overstimulation finally edges back into pleasure, his cock hardening below him as the automatic timer makes the knot deflate. But this has the unfortunate consequence of increasing the depth of thrusts.
Just as he was suddenly grateful for the softness of his pillow, he was suddenly ungrateful for the cost spike of the knotting and unknotting machine.
With great difficulty, he turns his head to look at the clock. How is there only fifteen minutes until Minho is supposed to be home?
He clenches around the dildo at the thought. His body reacts positively, but Changbin’s scent spikes even more in distress. Minho doesn’t want to see this. Minho shouldn’t actually catch him like this.
Changbin can barely hear himself think over the noise of the squelching sounds and even the sounds of his own whimpers are gradually getting louder. His skin feels as if every nerve is alight as he approaches another orgasm.
He tries to fight it, knowing the pain that he’ll be in, but he’s helpless in the end. He had tried to keep himself at a good angle, one that wouldn’t make him reach completion too fast, but his legs soon gave out.
Changbin moans as the machine returns to the perfect angle, and it only takes a moment before his vision whites out again as he cums. He adds to the mess between him and the pillow, covered in cum now. This orgasm feels as if it lasts even longer with no knot keeping the dildo at a shallower pace.
The pain this time is intense and all-consuming. He can’t even move his legs to get them back under himself to tilt his hips away. He’s starting to lose feeling in his fingers and toes and he hopes now, that Minho will be home soon. All traces of embarrassment are gone in the wake of this awful pain.
Changbin’s whole body shakes with the pain and he can barely see through his tears, so he shuts his eyes tight. He doesn’t know how he’s expected to make it through another one like this. The pain is taking longer to go away, the passage of time an excruciating experience.
Distantly, he thinks he hears the sound of the door opening. He tries to stop whimpering, his scent turning bitter from distress.
“Hyung–” He tries to call out, but it’s weak and he can’t catch his breath to call out again.
The pain is still there, but he vaguely feels his cock hardening again. He needs Minho to stop this before he comes again.
He whimpers as he hears a call from the hall, Minho surely catching his scent in the air. Footsteps near his room, barely heard above the wet sounds of the dildo drilling into him at top speed.
The rope is even starting to hurt as he fully fills out. And then there’s a knock on his door.
“Changbin-ah? What’s wrong?” Minho’s voice filters through his ears, soft and unassuming.
“Help–” Is the only word Changbin gets out, trying to tilt his head to face the door. But the movement causes the dildo to hit a different angle and Changbin screams.
The door slams open, and Minho rushes in but stops short when he takes in the sight before him.
His jaw drops open, his eyes wide.
Changbin can only imagine what he looks like. Tied up, presented for the alpha. The machine fucking his red and puffy hole, covered in excess amounts of slick and what looks like cum. Changbin flushed and his whole body shaking as he’s covered in tears.
If Changbin weren’t so desperate for the machine to stop before he came again, he would have reveled in the hungry way Minho’s eyes took him in. Minho’s scent had spiked as soon as he walked into the room, curling around Changbin deliciously.
But Changbin is desperate.
“Make it stop, pl–” Changbin’s cry cuts out the last word and Minho jolts into action.
He hurriedly kneels somewhere behind Changbin and Changbin turns back to the mirror to watch as Minho rips the machine's plug out of the wall. Changbin’s body nearly gives out as his body is finally, finally given rest.
“Fuck, Changbin-ah. Are you okay?” Minho sounds frantic now, seemingly catching on to what happened.
Changbin’s scent of distress finally recedes and he’s able to catch Minho’s concern. Though, there is an unmistakable hint of arousal that he wishes he could focus on.
Changbin shakes his head as relieved tears start to fall. He hears Minho curse behind him before he feels the toy being pulled from his body. He whimpers as his hole clenches around nothing after being full for so long–slick and lube squeeze out of him.
“Baby, I’m going to touch you okay? Help you out a bit?”
Changbin nods with a whimper, his body aching and the tears not stopping as the relief fills him. Minho quickly runs his hand soothingly down his back. Minho’s soothing voice begins to hum quietly as he works on Changbin’s hand restraints.
Minho doesn’t let his arms fall when they’re released. Instead, he slowly releases them one by one, letting Changbin ease into the pain. Changbin cries out in pain, but Minho pumps out more soothing pheromones and he sniffles as Minho tries to massage feeling back into his arms.
“I’m going to get a washcloth to clean you up, baby.”
Changbin instinctively tries to reach out to stop him, not wanting to be alone, but his muscles stretch and he lets out a sharp cry at the pain.
“Please don’t leave me, Hyung. Please.” He knows how desperate he sounds, but Changbin is sure that if he were alone right now, his omega would break down. There are too many feelings and thoughts and emotions in the air. And Minho must know, his alpha surely not wanting him to leave a distressed omega’s side, as he sits back down.
“Shh, okay. Okay, baby.” Minho runs a hand along his back again, accidentally tugging on the rope during a pass. Changbin hisses as they rub against his sensitive skin.
Changbin glances at Minho through the mirror, catching his eyes seemingly zeroed in on his hole. Minho bites his lip as Changbin unthinkingly clenches as a slight trickle of slick drips out of him. And then, Changbin notices that he’s still hard–Minho’s soothing presence and even the tinge of arousal that still scents the air, enough to make him still hard. He’s nearly positive that his heat will hit in only a few days at this rate.
Their eyes meet in the mirror and Minho flushes from being caught. Changbin’s stomach swirls and his own scent spikes as he’s beginning to taste the tension in the air. Minho’s nose flares and Changbin shivers as Minho’s eyes take him in once more–this time with the knowledge that Changbin knows that he’s looking.
He feels seen. Almost too seen.
“Let’s sit you up, Bin-ah.” Minho’s hands gently tug him up and Changbin tries to sit up even though his legs shake.
Minho tugs and Changbin goes until he’s practically sitting in Minho’s lap. Minho looks over his shoulder with wide eyes, yet his arousal fills the air. And Changbin dares to make a move. He grabs Minho’s hands, wrapping them around himself until he can lean back into him. He feels so safe, his omega finally fully calm as Minho’s arms squeeze around him.
He looks at Minho with half-lidded eyes through the mirror, watching as Minho’s eyes seem to trail along his harness, glances at his hard cock. Changbin takes the opportunity to stare at the pair of them. Minho, fully dressed and still put together. Changbin, naked and hard and covered in cum and slick and lube dripping down his thighs. The sight sends shivers down Changbin’s spine.
Minho must mistake the shiver for one of cold because he quickly grabs the towel discarded earlier and gently cleans as much of the cum drying on Changbin’s skin as he can. The harsh fibers are almost too much for him, but Changbin is grateful to his Hyung anyway.
Eventually, deeming Changbin cleaned enough, Minho tosses the towel to the side. He settles his hands back on Changbin’s waist before he begins to slowly stroke against Changbin’s body. Both of their eyes are on Minho’s hands as they trail goosebumps against Changbin’s skin, resting along the bottom-most rope heart.
Minho slowly runs a finger along the outline, Changbin melting further into his arms at the soft touch. An array of goosebumps spread along his body as Minho’s hand splayed across the heart and pressed his palm down. Changbin lets out a small huff of air at the pressure, a teasing glimpse of what he wants–Minho’s hands all over him, on him, inside of him.
He locks eyes with Minho in the mirror, slick leaking out of him as Minho stares at him with something akin to awe.
Changbin’s mouth falls open in a plea. “Hyung, please.”
Minho’s eyes widen, but his hands clutch at him tighter. His breath catches in his throat as he pulls Changbin closer, his scent flooding Changbin’s nose.
“Aren’t you too sensitive, Bin-ah? You went through a lot earlier.” Minho’s mouth presses against his shoulder, telling Changbin that he does want this.
“You, just want you.” Changbin tilts his head back further, looking back at Minho’s face when he picks his head up from Changbin’s shoulder.
Minho tilts his head to look into Changbin’s eyes and Changbin prays that he finds whatever it is there that will make him slide his cock into him.
And he must do, because the next thing he knows is Minho’s lips on his. Changbin groans into the kiss. Years of wanting those lips on his are finally coming to fruition. Changbin’s scent blooms around them in happiness, in arousal as more slick drips out of him. Changbin’s mind becomes hazy, with too much going on in the air for his close-to-heat brain. It’s like a fantasy come to life and he’s barely sure that it’s real.
The angle doesn’t allow for a very deep kiss, but the smooth glide of their lips against each other is enough to send shivers down his body. The kiss had started soft, lips brushing against each other lightly, but it soon turned heated.
One of Minho’s hands cups the back of his head, crushing their lips together as Changbin groans. He turns slightly in Minho’s arms, not much, but enough for Minho’s tongue to flick at his lips. And oh does Changbin open for him. Minho’s kiss is hungry, electric. Changbin feels consumed and wanted in all the ways possible. He can feel the kiss from the shivers down his spine to his toes curling in pleasure.
And then Minho’s free hand begins to stroke along his body. Hands clutching and squeezing and cupping and caressing. Changbin can’t breathe, tilting his head back from Minho’s kiss as his fingers flick at his sensitive nipple. Minho doesn’t lose focus for a moment–his mouth instantly latching on to Changbin’s neck as his body falls against Minho again.
Minho supports his weight easily and Changbin isn’t surprised that the thought sends heat through his body. Changbin’s head tilts to allow Minho more room, the alpha nosing at his pulsing scent gland. Changbin cries out when Minho’s lips press against it, so sensitive.
Heat spreads through him and he already feels on edge. His brain stopped working at the first press of Minho’s lips to his own. Minho is all around him, in his lungs, but not in him yet. Changbin whines, hips tilting back in desperate begging for what he wants.
“You want alpha to fill you up?” Minho’s lips are on his scent gland still, the words causing them to brush against the area lightly, maddeningly. He punctuates his words with a roll of his hips, pressing his hard cock between Changbin’s cheeks.
Changbin manages to nod, eyes still shut in pleasure.
“Open your eyes for me, watch yourself. Look at how pretty you are in my arms, baby.”
Changbin whimpers, wanting to obey, but barely registering what was asked of him in his state. His eyes fly open with a gasp though, when Minho roughly pinches a nipple. And, god, Changbin is a wreck. His lips are red and swollen from biting them in pain and then being eaten by Minho. His chest is heaving with harsh pants, red painting his skin.
And Minho–Minho looks a mess. And he’s looking at Changbin like he wants to swallow him whole and Changbin doesn’t even think he’s opposed.
Under his gaze, Minho continues his path of kisses and nips to Changbin’s neck and shoulders. His hands come up to squeeze at Changbin’s chest, pausing in his movements when Changbin’s eyes slide shut. He whines, but gets the message, opening his eyes and trying to keep them open.
Minho’s mouth feels so good on his skin, but it’s not enough. It will never be enough, he thinks. He needs Minho to mark him–needs his alpha to claim him. Changbin moans aloud at the thought, knowing Minho can’t right now, but the mere thought is enough. He wouldn’t be surprised if his heat hit tonight with thoughts like those.
“Hyung–” Changbin whines as Minho pushes his cock against him again, “Want you to mark me, please.” Minho freezes as Changbin grips at the thighs under him desperately, tilting his head to the side. “Hyung, please.”
Through barely open eyes, he watches as Minho clenches his eyes shut, biting at his own lip. His scent had spiked at Changbin’s words and Changbin needs him. Another broken Hyung slips out of his mouth and Minho’s teeth latch onto his neck.
Changbin cries out, babbling words he can’t even understand as he rocks his hips in Minho’s lap. He needs his cock. Minho bites every inch of his neck as he can, teeth not breaking skin no matter how much Changbin wants it. And then Minho does something that nearly makes Changbin cum just like that.
His mouth lays a gentle kiss on his scent gland, enough to have Changbin squirming already, but then his mouth opens up around the area and his teeth are sinking in, his tongue lapping at the gland and coaxing more of Changbin’s sickeningly sweet scent out. And Changbin melts.
His legs give out underneath him, his body boneless in Minho’s arms as the alpha wraps them around him. Changbin whimpers. He can feel his hole clenching around nothing as Minho sucks and licks and nips at his skin. Mark after mark.
“Fuck me. Please, fuck me.” His mind is so far gone he doesn’t even remember the honorifics, but Minho must not mind. He moves to rest Changbin on the floor, but Changbin uses his remaining strength to resist.
“No, no, want to see. Want to see.”
Minho’s breath stutters at the words, but he whispers an okay into Changbin’s ear, pressing a soft kiss there. Still supporting Changbin’s weight, he only uses one hand to reach down and unzip his pants. He shuffles them down just enough. Just enough to free his cock and Changbin would laugh if he could. It’s just like his fantasy.
He feels Minho’s arm jostling underneath him, stroking his cock slightly. Changbin bites his lip as he watches Minho’s eyes twitch at the touch.
“Condom, Bin-ah?” Changbin whines and shakes his head. If he only gets Minho this once–and maybe through this heat if it really hits tonight–he wants it all.
“Chan-Hyung made us all get tested.” Changbin pouts, his omega wanting nothing but to be bred by Minho, to be filled.
“Haven’t slept with anyone since?” Minho chuckles when Changbin eagerly shakes his head. “Me either.”
Minho’s hand shuffles under him a bit, but soon his fingers are stroking against Changbin’s hole and he shivers. Minho gathers enough slick on his hand, jostling Changbin as he wraps a hand around himself to wet his cock.
“Gonna fill me up, alpha?” Changbin pants, watching in delight as Minho’s eyes turn darker, a deeper flush spreading across his face.
“Oh baby, alpha will fill you up.” The tip of Minho’s cock brushes against his entrance, Minho lifting him with his hands until Changbin is at the perfect angle to sit back on his cock. And then Minho eases him down, sheathing himself in Changbin in one movement.
Changbin’s mouth drops open at the stretch–Minho is thicker than the dildo earlier and if Changbin had any sense of mind, he would say Minho feels perfect.
But he can only gasp as Minho hesitantly thrusts into him. “Okay, Bin-ah?”
Changbin nods, gasping out a “Please, Hyung.”
Minho smirks at him in the mirror, a little of the hesitation leaving him as Changbin begs. “You’re so wet, baby. So tight. Your hole is still so greedy for more, huh? The machine wasn’t enough for you?”
Changbin whimpers at the semi-harsh words. He clenches around Minho because it’s true. He is greedy. For Minho’s cock, for Minho’s heart.
The position doesn’t allow for much power in his thrusts, but each thrust of Minho’s cock is still like a punch to the gut. The slowly swelling knot on Minho’s cock rubs against his prostate perfectly each time and Changbin’s legs grow weaker and weaker.
Minho’s mouth latches on to Changbin’s neck and more marks bloom across his skin. Changbin’s body gives out, his hands clutch at Minho’s arm across his chest.
“Hyung–my legs.” Changbin whines, Minho’s thrusts halting for a second, “I can’t.”
Minho shushes him, quickly shoving the wedge out of the way. He lays Changbin down, sliding out of him in the process. Changbin doesn’t stop the mournful whine as his omega loses the touch of his alpha. But Minho’s hands are slowly turning him over and he’s pressing a kiss to Changbin’s sweaty forehead.
“You’re doing so well for me.” Minho hovers over him and covers his face with kisses before pressing his lips to Changbin’s.
Changbin whimpers, spreading his legs under the alpha. “Hurry. Hurry.”
Minho chuckles, a small smirk on his face as he lines himself up. Minho pushes into him as he presses Changbin’s legs open with his hands. The hot touch of the alpha’s hands pressing him down has Changbin’s eyes rolling back.
He groans as Minho drills into him at this new angle, his cock filling him in ways Changbin never could have imagined. Minho leans forward for a proper kiss, deepening the angle of his thrusts and Changbin can feel his orgasm approaching once more.
Like this, the wet sounds of Minho fucking him are louder. It turns Changbin on even more and he’s sure Minho catches on once he lets their kiss turn wet and messy.
Their kisses are open mouth–Changbin, not quite able to really focus on a single kiss. Instead, it’s Minho nibbling on his lips, tongue sliding into his mouth. Spit connects their lips when they part and Minho returns and parts again. Minho sucks on his bottom lip as he thrusts into him over and over. Changbin is wet everywhere. Spit and slick and cum and even lube.
His senses are filled with Minho everywhere and all around him. His whole being is consumed with Minho, Minho, Minho. He grows closer and closer to the edge. And it kind of hurts, but he feels so good that he never wants this to end. Doesn’t want it to be a one-time thing.
Tears spring to his eyes and he must make a distressed noise because Minho’s hands are on his face and his thumbs are swiping at the tears.
“Are you okay, Bin-ah? Is it too much?” Minho’s hips come to a stop and Changbin cries harder.
“Don’t stop, please–” Minho’s hips roll softly, “alpha.” Changbin sniffles, his hands coming up to clutch at Minho’s back. “Breed me.” Minho’s hips stutter at the words, a groan sounding near Changbin’s ear before his thrusts continue with more power.
Minho’s pheromones try to calm him even as they spike in arousal and Minho tries to soothe him with his words as well.
“I got you, shh. Look at you, begging for my cock. You’re taking me so well. Such a good omega.” Minho kisses him before he can cry out at the phrase. He is being good. He’ll be the best for his alpha. Their lips part for a second and Minho’s words hurtle him towards the edge. “I’ll breed you, yeah? Alpha will breed you full.”
Minho captures his lips in another kiss and it’s deep and dirty and he can tell that they’re both so close.
Minho’s knot grows and Changbin clenches and clenches around him as he nears the edge.
“Hyung, Hyung,” Changbin babbles, body convulsing as the pleasure mounts and mounts. It’s too much, it’s not enough. Minho’s hand snakes between them, wrapping around Changbin’s cock and stroking along with his thrusts.
“Knot.” Changbin whines, barely managing to pout up at Minho through the jolting of his body as Minho fucks into him.
Minho’s knot catches against his rim, nearly too big to pull out anymore, and Changbin whimpers as the knot drags him closer and closer to his climax. His toes curl as Minho’s knot catches, slightly too big. His breath leaves him as Minho pushes into him one last time, his knot only slipping in due to the massive amounts of slick leaking out of him.
And with the haze and everything that he feels, he doesn’t think he could have ever stopped himself from spilling his heart out.
“Alpha, mate me. Please.” Changbin breathes, begs, a tear falling down his face and into his hair, and a whine spilling from his lips. His legs shake around Minho as he finally cums, his hole clenching around Minho tight in an attempt to milk the alpha’s cock. His vision whites out and he can’t hear anything as he shakes and shakes and cums and cums.
Blearily, he comes to as Minho’s face presses into his neck, lips moving against his scent gland but no teeth clamping down. He whines when he realizes, the rejection sharp in his hazy mind and it stings . Tears prick at his eyes, threatening to fall as the alpha still moves his lips against his neck. But then his hearing comes back, and the words he’s been muttering finally reach Changbin’s ears.
“Love you. Want to mark you so bad. Want to so bad, baby. I promise.” Each brush of Minho’s lips lights him up and the words comfort the omega inside. His hips are still jerking into Changbin as the alpha reaches his own orgasm.
And then Minho’s knot pops, Changbin’s insides warmed by the cum filling him. Minho’s moan is deep in his ears, a pleased purr accidentally leaves Changbin and he would blush if all of his blood wasn’t already rushing through his body in the wake of his most intense orgasm yet. His hole is still clenching around Minho as he comes down and each pulse of his walls milk Minho of more cum. Changbin shivers as he starts to feel full .
As soon as Minho seems to catch his breath, he gently picks his weight up off of Changbin. He pouts unconsciously as Minho’s body heat leaves, but his knot tugging gently at Changbin’s rim reminding him that he can’t actually leave yet.
Changbin shyly smiles up at Minho, enjoying having the alpha’s eyes on him. Minho’s gaze is heavy, his scent still so strong in the air. Minho smiles softly, leaning down to rub their noses together. A peck on his lips comes right after and Changbin blushes, his legs squeezing around Minho and making them both moan as Changbin squeezes around his knot.
The heat brewing beneath his skin almost has him perking back up, but the sheer amount of orgasms he’s had in the past few hours is finally catching up to him. Minho shuffles them around, nearly popping Changbin’s hip out of place as he tries to get the omega comfortable.
They finally settle on their sides, Minho’s knot nestled firmly inside of him as they lay together. Changbin’s skin is hot, the ropes slightly annoying on his now sensitive skin. Minho’s hand rests on his belly, finger barely brushing against the ropes. His touch is like a balm for Changbin’s nerves. He doesn’t think he’s ever been so calm in the lead-up to a heat that he can already tell will be intense.
“You going into heat, Bin-ah?” Minho murmurs against the back of his neck, his hand stroking at Changbin’s full belly.
Changbin hums, too tired to speak. Minho’s scent spikes in response–another pulse of cum filling Changbin up. Changbin chuckles lightly, his insides squeezing against the knot inside of him. Minho moans, hands trying in vain to keep Changbin still.
They lay there for a few moments, just soaking each other in as they waited for Minho’s knot to go down. Changbin almost doesn’t want it to go down, wanting to keep Minho right where he was.
But soon, the alpha is pulling back with a soft hiss–a gush of fluid comes with and Changbin whimpers at the feeling. His omega mourns the loss of his alpha and all the cum that spills from his used hole.
Minho shushes him with a kiss as he rolls Changbin onto his back and hovers over him. Minho’s hands make quick work of the ropes and Changbin shuts his eyes in exhaustion as he lets Minho move him around.
He’s so over-sensitive to them that it’s a relief to be free and he sighs as Minho runs his hands along the places they were. It doesn’t even occur to him that by doing so, Minho is essentially scenting him. It’s a sign–no alpha would scent an omega clearly going into heat like this and not offer to help them through it.
His skin burns with his pre-heat, yet luckily his body is still too tired to get it up again. And honestly, he kinda feels disgusting. There’s a pool of cum and slick under him, cum on his stomach, dried tears on his face and in his hair.
Minho, ever observant, is quick to pick him up. Changbin gasps as he’s lifted off the ground, “What are you doing, hyung?”
Minho doesn’t answer, merely winking at Changbin before carting him into the bathroom. They step into the shower, Minho propping him up with his own body under the spray as the water gets the worst off.
Minutes later, finds them both soaking in the tub. Minho’s arms around him as he sinks into the water. Changbin can’t remember if he’s ever been so content in his life. Minho keeps nuzzling the marks on his neck, rubbing his cheek on Changbin’s scent gland and coaxing purrs from the omega in his arms.
It’s only once the water begins to cool, that Minho finally breaks the comfortable silence.
“What actually happened, baby?” There’s no judgment in his tone, a simple curiosity and maybe a hint of concern instead.
Changbin sighs. “I’ve done it before, but not with the ropes and blindfold too. It must've been just a bit too much and I dropped the remote.”
Changbin can feel his cheeks burning in slight embarrassment, but he can’t bring himself to regret it. Not since it led to this–Minho’s hand rubbing his belly, promises whispered into his skin.
“Hmm. I don’t think you should do it again. I’ll gladly tie you up next time, instead.”
The meaning isn’t lost on Changbin and he giggles, turning in Minho’s arms. “Next time?”
Changbin wraps his arms around Minho’s neck, moving himself until he’s straddling Minho in the water. Minho’s hard cock had been resting against his back before and now it’s brushing against his own.
Minho leans up to capture Changbin’s lips in a soft kiss despite the way his hands travel down to squeeze Changbin’s ass.
“Whenever,” another kiss, “you want.” a harsher kiss, “As many,” Minho nibbles at his lips, sliding down into the water until Changbin can position himself over his cock. “Uhh, as many times as you want.” Changbin sinks onto him, groans spilling from both of them.
Changbin rides him slowly, careful of the water sloshing against the sides of the tub. “Will you spend my heat with me, Hyung?”
Minho looks at him in surprise, “Of course, what kind of question is that?”
Changbin chuckles, surprised when Minho’s leg moves under him and he hears the tub beginning to drain. Minho’s hands tighten on his ass before he’s taking control.
“How could anyone deny you, when you ride them so well?” Changbin moans as Minho starts to thrust harder up into him. “I’ll breed you every day for the rest of our lives if you’ll let me, Changbin-ah.”
“Please!” Changbin cries out as he cums, painting Minho’s chest as the water finally empties.
Minho cums soon after, luckily no knot this time as the bath would be highly uncomfortable for that. But his cum still fills Changbin and he sighs as he’s messy again. Minho merely laughs before pulling him into the shower once more.
Their water bill may be a little higher after today, but it’s worth it, Changbin thinks, as Minho presses him into the cool tiles and covers him in his kisses once more.
Later finds them lying on the couch, legs entwined as they eat the freshly reheated food from Changbin’s favorite takeaway place. An episode of the TV show they love is playing and they’ve already called into work for the next week to spend his heat together.
And Changbin has never been so satisfied in his life.
“I love you, hyung.”
Minho smiles, not looking away from the TV, his ears tinting red as Changbin stares at him.
“I love you, Bin-ah.”