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It was a rainy, cold morning. The kind that kept the whole apartment wrapped in silence, with grey light filtering weakly through the curtains and the soft sound of water tapping against the windows. Everything felt still, touched by the silence of the world outside.
At the end of the hallway, Sunghoon had been fighting to go back to sleep for nearly an hour. Or at least, conscious enough to know something was wrong. His body felt unbearably heavy against the mattress, limbs weak and sluggish no matter how many times he tried to move. Heat crawled beneath his skin in waves, leaving sweat at the back of his neck before cold chills followed right after. His head pounded behind his eyes, sharp enough to make even the dim light of his room unbearable.
This was not how it usually started.
His heats had always been manageable. Annoying, uncomfortable sure, but manageable. A warm ache in his stomach, a need to stay in bed, cravings, sensitivity. Nothing he couldn’t handle alone. But now every breath made him dizzy, every movement sent nausea twisting through his stomach, and the scent pouring from his body was already far too strong for this early.
Burnt sugar and bubblegum.
Usually it stayed soft, almost playful, sweet enough to notice, easy enough to ignore. But now it had deepened into something thicker. Richer, the smell of syrup left too long on the stove, caramel melting dark at the edges, sweetness so intense it clung to the air and coated the inside of his throat, like a bubblegum that stayed long time in his mouth.
In the middle of the silence of his room, Heeseung woke with a frown. He didn’t know what had pulled him out of sleep at first. The rain still fell outside, the apartment still quiet, yet something felt off. He stayed there for a moment, staring at the ceiling while an odd restlessness settled under his skin. Then he noticed it; the smell, faint at first, warm and sugary, drifting beneath his bedroom door. Strange enough to make him sit up immediately. He rubbed a hand over his face, still half asleep, trying to place it. Someone cooking? No, too rich for that, too natural, too alive. By the time he stepped into the hallway, it had grown stronger.
The scent wrapped around him instantly, thicker there than in his room. Sweetness layered over sweetness until it almost became overwhelming, and beneath it something darker simmered; molten sugar, sticky and hot. It made his chest tighten for reasons he couldn’t explain.
Heeseung moved toward the kitchen instead, more to distract himself than anything else, maybe coffee would fix whatever weird mood this was. But the more he walked through the hall, the more intense the scent became, soaking into the air until it was impossible to ignore. His pulse had started beating faster. His shoulders felt tense. Every sound in the apartment seemed sharper, louder, more important.
He gripped the kitchen counter harder than necessary, what the hell was wrong with him?
Irritation rose suddenly, hot and irrational; At the silence,at his coffee machine, at the rain, at the fact that Sunghoon wasn’t there, and that last part made no sense. He wasn’t someone who got worked up easily, but now his body felt charged with something nervous and aggressive all at once. Then, beneath all of that, came something stranger, concerned immediatly at how he felt thet urgent and instinctive need to check on Sunghoon, so immediate it made his stomach twist.
He straightened, jaw tight, and glanced back down the hallway toward Sunghoon's closed bedroom door, the scent spilling from beneath it had become almost suffocating now; dark caramel and syrup, feverishly sweet. He swallowed hard, for some reason, every part of him was telling him to go there. Even thought he wasn´t even sure that the scent source was there or if it was some demetia sign. For a long moment, he simply stood there, staring at his best friend's bedroom door, thick caramelized sugar with that strange bubblegum sweetness underneath, warm enough to make the air feel heavy. It clung to the hallway, to his skin, to the back of his throat. First theory confirmed, it came from there definitely.
His body reacted before his mind could catch up, every instinct pushed him forward, urged him to open the door, to check on Sunghoon, to do something, at the same time, irritation crackled under his skin for no clear reason, sharp and restless.
“What is wrong with me?” he muttered.
He dragged a hand through his hair and forced himself back into the kitchen, he needed something normal, coffee, water, logic. Instead, he grabbed his phone and dialed the first person he could think of.
Jay answered on the fourth ring, voice rough with sleep. “If this is stupid, I’m hanging up.”
“There’s a weird smell in the apartment,” Heeseung said immediately.
A pause. “Did you shower last night?”
“I’m serious.” He leaned against the counter, lowering his voice as if the walls themselves might hear him. “It’s… sweet. Too sweet. Like burnt candy or syrup or something, and I feel weird.”
Jay yawned loudly. “Weird how?”
“I don’t know...” Heeseung frowned. “Annoyed, on edge. My head feels hot. Everything’s pissing me off, even the coffee machine and that fucking buzzing it has, and at the same time I keep wanting to check the hallway, I feel like I'm on high alert.”
There was another pause, longer this time.
“…Is Sunghoon home?” Jay asked.
“Obviously.”
“And are you absolutely sure that smell isn’t coming from him?”
He straightened. “Why would it be coming from him?”
Jay sighed the sigh of someone dealing with an idiot too early in the morning. “Because omegas smell sweeter when they’re close to heat. Sometimes a lot sweeter or spicy, the smell saturates the whole place, especially if something’s off hormonally.”
Heeseung stared at nothing. Rain tapped softly against the windows. “That doesn’t make sense,” he said after a moment. “I can’t smell something like that, i’m a beta...”
“Are you?” Jay asked casually. Too casually.
Heeseung's grip tightened around the phone. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“I’m saying,” Jay replied, voice suddenly more awake, “if you’re reacting that strongly to an omega’s scent, maybe you should stop assuming you know everything about yourself.”
Heeseung let out a short laugh with no humor in it. “No. Impossible.”
“Then go ask Sunghoon.”
“What?”
“Ask him what he smells like when he goes into heat,” Jay said. “If it matches what you’re smelling right now, then you’ve got your answer, Hee.”
He stayed silent.
Jay continued, tone lighter now. “And if you’re also feeling possessive, protective, aggressive, restless... congratulations. Sounds less like beta behavior and more like instincts finally waking up, puberty if you like to give it a name.”
“Shut up.”
“I’m serious.”
Heeseung ended the call before Jay could say anything else.
For several seconds, he remained frozen in the kitchen, phone still in his hand, thoughts turning louder and louder in his head. It couldn’t be true. He had spent his whole life being told he was a beta. No reactions, no signs, no rut cycles, nothing unusual. Stable, neutral and safe for himself and for his platonic crush. And yet the scent in the hallway made his pulse race.
A few hours later, the apartment had warmed slightly with the smell of lunch cooking on the stove. Heeseung moved around the kitchen in tense silence, chopping vegetables harder than necessary, trying to ignore the way his senses kept drifting toward the hallway. The sweet scent had faded only slightly, now mixed with the rain-soaked air and the steam from the pan.
He heard soft footsteps before Sunghoon appeared.
Heeseung looked up immediately. Sunghoon stood in the doorway wearing an oversized hoodie and loose sweatpants, one hand braced against the door frame as if he needed the support. His face looked flushed, eyes glossy with exhaustion, hair messy like he’d been tossing around in bed for hours.
“You look terrible,” Heeseung said before he could stop himself.
Sunghoon blinked slowly. “You always know exactly what to say.” His voice sounded hoarse.
Heeseung turned back to the stove to hide the strange twist in his chest. “You sick?”
“Something like that.” Sunghoon walked in carefully and lowered himself into a chair. Even that seemed to take effort. “I’m feeling dizzy.” The scent followed him in waves now, richer than before, molten sugar, warm skin, sweetness so dense it felt almost tangible. Heeseung's breath caught on his throat, savoring that sweet bubblegum scent in his tongue, bitting this one to not let out a sigh, his inside started to react to that smell, that fucking sweet scent that was creating a hot and dense feeling in his gut.
Then, without warning, another scent slipped into the air.
Bright. Sharp. Citrusy. Pomegranate split open, tart and red, layered with clean citrus peel. It cut straight through Sunghoon's syrupy sweetness like a blade through silk. Heeseung froze, Sunghoon slowly lifted his head. His eyes scanning the whole room slightly trying to find that scent source, the kitchen fell into a strained silence after that.
Neither of them acknowledged the new scent hanging in the air, as if pretending hard enough might erase it. Heeseung stayed focus on the stove with rigid shoulders, stirring the food far longer than necessary just to keep his hands occupied. Across the table, Sunghoon sat perfectly still, fingers wrapped around the glass of water he had barely touched. Steam rose between them from the plates Heeseung eventually set down, but even the smell of lunch couldn’t cover the mixture of caramel sweetness and sharp citrus now woven through the room.
Sunghoon tried to focus on normal things, the sound of rain against the window, the warmth of the bowl in front of him, the ache in his temples that pulsed with every heartbeat. Anything except the scent that had appeared out of nowhere the moment Heeseung looked at him. It was bright and clean, pomegranate split open and fresh citrus peel, vivid enough to slice through the syrup-thick sweetness of his own pheromones. It made no sense, his roommate was a beta and most of his neighbours werent home at this season for holidays, the only way his omega reacted like this was if an alpha was near him.
So why did Sunghoon's body react like that?
A shiver ran down his spine before he could stop it. His heat addled instincts already unstable and oversensitive, seemed drawn to the scent immediately. It soothed and unsettled him at the same time. Some part of him wanted to lean closer, to breathe deeper, to bury himself in it until the pounding in his head and the constant wetness of his crotch eased, another part of him felt embarrassed by the impulse alone.
“You’re staring,” Heeseung said suddenly.
Sunghoon blinked and looked down at his plate, he kept staring at Heeseung's nape all this time in his trance. “You wish.” His voice came out weaker than intended.
Heeseung sat across from him, posture too straight, jaw tense. He picked up his fork and began eating like nothing had happened, though the way his gaze kept flicking upward betrayed him every few seconds. Sunghoon noticed the tightness in his movements, the restless tap of his fingers between bites, the way he inhaled sharply whenever the room grew too quiet.
Whatever was happening, Heeseung felt it too.
“So,” Heeseung said after a moment, tone forcedly casual. “You sick or something?”
Sunghoon gave a dry laugh. “You already asked me that.”
“Yeah, well. You look worse now.”
“Thank you for your concern.”
He ignored the sarcasm. “Did you catch something?”
“No.” Sunghoon pushed rice around his plate. “It’s just… heat and hormones spilling, probably.”
The answer made Heeseung's grip tighten around his fork, he tried to keep his expression blank, but Sunghoon caught the flicker of something sharp in his eyes, alarm, maybe, curiosity and panic for sure. “Hormones spilling?” Heeseung repeated. “What does that mean?”
Sunghoon hesitated. Normally he would have brushed it off with a joke, but the fever clouding his thoughts made it harder to keep up appearances. “It means I stopped taking suppressants a while ago, that makes my hormones... stronger? I guess.”
Heeseung looked up fully then. “You what?”
“I didn’t need them anymore,” Sunghoon muttered. “Or I thought I didn’t.” He rubbed at his temple with two fingers. “Guess my body disagrees.”
The room fell quiet again. Rain pattered steadily outside, softer now, while the scents between them only seemed to thicken. Heeseung's citrus notes sharpened whenever Sunghoon spoke, answering instinctively to every shift in his caramel-heavy pheromones. Neither of them commented on it, neither of them knew how to. Heeseung cleared his throat. “So… when this happens.” He gestured vaguely. “Do you always smell like that?”
Sunghoon frowned. “Like what?”
Heeseung immediately regretted asking. “Syrupy.”
Sunghoon stared at him for a bit too long, then glanced away. “You can smell that?”
The question hit like a dropped weight between them, Heeseung's heart kicked hard against his ribs. He could hear Jay’s voice in the back of his head, maddeningly calm. If it matches what you’re smelling right now, then you’ve got your answer.
Sunghoon, meanwhile, was trying to process something else entirely. Betas weren’t supposed to react this strongly, betas definitely weren’t supposed to know how an omega heat smell like. He looked at Heeseung again, slower this time, noticing details he hadn’t before, the tension in his shoulders, the sharpened line of his jaw, the way his pupils seemed darker than usual.
“No,” Sunghoon said quietly. “You’re not supposed to smell that if you’re a beta.”
Heeseung went still, the fork in Sunghoon's hand trembled slightly from weakness, but his eyes stayed fixed on him now, clear despite the fever, and for the first time since entering the kitchen, both of them stopped pretending nothing was wrong.
Neither of them said much after that althought.
The lunch plates remained half-finished on the table, forgotten as the tension between them grew too thick to ignore. Heeseung stood first, too quickly, muttering something about needing to check something in his room before disappearing down the hallway with stiff shoulders and an unreadable expression. Sunghoon stayed behind for a moment, staring at the empty doorway, trying to steady the rush of heat in his body. The lingering trace of citrus and split pomegranate still hung in the kitchen air, and even fading where Heeseung disapearead on the hallway, it was enough to make his pulse skip.
He hated that.
By the time Sunghoon made it back to his bedroom, he was trembling, fever rolled beneath his skin in uneven waves, leaving sweat damp along his neck and lower back while chills chased right behind it. His body felt too heavy and too sensitive at once, every brush of fabric against his skin irritating and unbearable. He locked the door out of habit more than necessity, then leaned against it with closed eyes, breathing through the dizziness.
Heeseung was not a beta. The thought circled endlessly, impossible to silence, it explained too much and created even more problems. The scent, the instinctive calm Sunghoon had felt when it first reached him, the way his own body had reacted immediately despite confusion. Omegas knew certain things before the mind caught up. Something in Sunghoon had recognized Heeseung long before reason was ready to.
And now that recognition was making everything worse.
He crossed the room unsteadily and dropped onto the bed, curling onto his side before restlessness drove him to move again. The sheets were saturated with his own pheromones, sweet and dense. Usually the scent was manageable, familiar. Today it felt suffocating, trapping him inside the sharp ache of his heat with no escape. He turned his pillow over for the cool side, then hugged it to his chest, searching for any comfort at all.
It didn’t help.
The pressure building inside him only sharpened. His skin burned for touch while rejecting everything that wasn’t right. He shifted against the mattress, then hugging his legs around the pillow, trying to ease the uncomfortable tension coiling low in his body. For a brief second it distracted him, enough to pull a shaky breath from his lungs, but the relief vanished almost instantly and left him more frustrated than before as his hips rubbed against the soft surface.
A soft whimper escaped before he could stop it.
Sunghoon buried his face in the pillow, mortified even though no one could see him. He moved again, more desperate now than deliberate, clutching the fabric as he chased some kind of release that refused to come. The pillow only smelled like detergent and faint traces of his room. Not citrus. Not bright fruit cut through warm air. Not the scent of someone just across the hall who should not matter this much. Not Heeseung, and that was pissing him off.
Another broken sound left him, between a moan and a sob, followed by a shaky exhale. Nothing worked because his body was no longer asking for vague comfort, it wanted something specific, something living and close and impossible. It wanted the presence of the taller red haired man pacing only a few doors away.
His hips thrust were useless while he felt his clothes were in the way, He lowered one of his trembling hands down his side, reaching the elastic of his own sweatpants and lowering them along his slender legs. The air hitting the hot skin of his thighs and eliciting a little moan from his throat.
Now, wearing only his panties, he could feel his wetness beginning to spread through his inner thighs and starting to soak the pillow with his arousal. His eyes closed tightly as he changed position, now sitting on top of the pillow, gripping his thighs tightly and beginning to rock his hips back and forth.
"mgh... fuck–" he whimpered under shaky breaths, Feeling a need that left him euphoric and annoyed, the pillow only provided the pressure he needed in his pussy, but he needed more, something much deeper inside him.
He began to imagine scenarios in his head, things he shouldn't have imagined, but there they were; Heeseung grabbing his hips, pushing him in harder on his hips while rubbing his wet folds along his cock, and then Heeseung helping him bounce, impaling him on his hard and throbbing cock, and then Heeseung marking him with wet and soft kisses, and then Heeseung, Heeseung, Heeseung.
A weak, surely pathetic moan escaped his lips while he kept that steady pace of grinding on the soft, already wet pillow. As his thoughts were flooded with lust, an idea stopped him in his tracks. Heeseung could smell him, he could sense his need through that syrupy scent, he could hear Sunghoon even if they were both in their respective rooms.
While that thought filled his head, he didn't notice how, with a rowdy gait, he began to walk towards his door, unlocking it and opening it slightly. Just enough to concrete his lustfuly idea.
He collapsed back onto the bed, settling on his back now and forgetting all about his pillow. One of his hands slid down his abdomen, calmly, contrary to the heat that burned his skin. He began to play with the elastic of his panties, causing him to sigh heavy and began to put his hand underneath it.He closed his teary eyes, finally letting out a ragged gasp as his middle fingers found his own clit.
He began to move them in a circular motion, the slick instantly wetting his fingers as he opened his legs wider, leaving his feet on the mattress for support. The fabric of his panties was starting to bother him, pulling his fingers away from his needy cunt and quickly lowering his panties, acting purely on instinct.
His hand returned to his cunt, his fingers moving with agility and urgency now, something purely carnal. He felt that if he didn’t free himself from the growing fever in his body right now, he was going to die.
He threw his head back when his fingers found his throbbing entrance, barely rubbing over it before slowly starting to push them inside, drawing gasps from him that shifted into soft moans. His legs began to tremble faintly with every thrust of his fingers inside him, the wet and obscene sound that started to come from his actions driving him crazier and crazier with his heat.
“Hee... shit, Heeseung,” he let out in a low moan, covering his pretty face with his free hand, only to lower it instantly and lift his sweatshirt above his chest, exposing his flushed torso and chest, using one of his hands to torment one of his needy nipples.
And what he thought was only a moment of absolute pleasure turned into dizziness and an increase in the speed of his fingers pumping in and out of his dripping cunt, because that scent began to invade his nostrils; pomegranate and citrus, an almost inhuman sharpness, nearly like bathing in citric acid.
He felt a presence, something he hadn’t noticed because he’d been so lost in his pleasure; his plan had worked, and he knew it the moment he heard his bedroom door close silently, soft footsteps on his carpet, and finally, a weight settling at the edge of his bed.
When he slowly opened his eyes, turning his head toward the source of the gaze, he found the redhead watching him intently—every movement of his hand in his cunt, every pinch of his fingers on his nipple, the way he breathed so hard, the sound of his palm slapping against his wetness. Everything was unbalancing the sanity of the clearly alpha in front of Sunghoon.
“You slowed your hand down..” At last, Heeseung’s deep voice rumbled through Sunghoon’s chest, pulling a pathetic whine from him as his hand struggled to move under the intruder’s attentive stare. “What are you waiting for? I want to watch you come for me.”
All it took was a weak, trembling pout on Sunghoon’s lips for his fingers to start moving again, the wet sound echoing through the whole room now, accompanying every moan that fell from his lips as he felt the alpha’s weight move closer to him.
“W-what... Heeseung!—” was all that escaped his mouth when he felt the alpha settle between his legs, looking at his cunt up close with complete focus, and pulling Sunghoon’s hand away with an obscene “pop” sounding from his entrance.
“You’re too slow. Let me do it, babe,” he murmured with a smile before beginning to trace his nose along Sunghoon’s folds, breathing in the omega’s scent and groaning roughly against his clit—something utterly perverse, yet enough to make Sunghoon’s hips grind against the other’s face.
“So sweet, I can’t wait to fill this needy cunt,” the redhead said as he began leaving kisses along the omega’s pink folds. Sunghoon’s eyes squeezed shut as a needy moan slipped from his mouth, almost a sob.
The black-haired boy’s hands tangled into the older man’s cherry-colored hair the moment he felt those lips close around his clit, sucking at it with almost inhuman need, while he began to devour the cunt of his—now uncertain if he still was—best friend.
Sunghoon was a mess, from the moment his legs caged the redhead’s head, to when he felt the other’s tongue begin to torment his throbbing clit with carnal hunger. He felt the new intrusion of two fingers inside him, but they felt so different from his own; longer, thicker, hitting exactly the spot that tore the first cry from Sunghoon’s throat.
“A-alpha— Heeseung!” he corrected himself clumsily, but he felt no disgust, and the other even less so, because the title only made his fingers curl deeper inside his tight and needy omega, striking exactly where he’d realized drove him delirious with pleasure.
The other’s legs trembled. It was too much pleasure, and it only took a little more of the tall man’s tongue between his legs for him to start feeling that tingling low in his stomach. The way his head spun told him he was about to come.
“Hee, fuck, my love, wait, ah~ I’m coming...” he murmured in a thin, weak voice as he clung to the other’s hair, while the other devoured his cunt with beastly hunger. Their eyes met for only an instant, and that was the trigger for Sunghoon.
He began to gush over the fingers abusing his entrance, coming in a trembling, obscene way as he threw his head back against the pillow with a moan of his companion’s name, his back arching beautifully off the mattress.
Heeseung swallowed everything he could of his beautiful boy’s release, rising from his place when he felt the other’s orgasm begin to fade. His chin, nose, and mouth gleamed with the other’s fluids, and his eyes burned with something Sunghoon couldn’t quite understand—it wasn’t only lust, it was something more intimate than that.
“You did so well, so well for me,” Heeseung said as he moved up until he was face-to-face with him, decorating his skin with soft kisses from his jaw until he hovered at his lips, both of them breathing hard. The need was obvious—they didn’t just want to fuck. Heeseung wanted to kiss him at last after so long, and Sunghoon wanted to surrender to that desire that tormented him too.
And clearly that desire was soothed the moment their lips closed the distance in a kiss that was messy, wet, and heavy with feelings for each other. Sunghoon gasped when he tasted himself in his own mouth, and that let Heeseung shove his tongue abruptly past the other’s lips, beginning a clash of tongues that Sunghoon was sure nearly made him come again.
“Hee... I need you, I don’t care what happens after... please,” Sunghoon moaned between kisses, and Heeseung smiled against his lips. His hands claimed Sunghoon’s hips as he pulled him closer, rubbing his hardness, still trapped beneath his shorts, against his boy’s soaked cunt.
“what is it, baby?" He lowered to Sunghoon's ear, whispering softly. “Do you need me to fuck you?” Heeseung left a wet kiss on right below his lobe, drawing a whimper from the boy beneath his predatory gaze as he watched him nod desperately, begging him in ten different ways.
He could no longer resist the redhead’s temptation. He lowered one of his hands and tugged at the other’s waistband before taking his now-freed length into his still trembling hand.
The fever clouded every trace of awareness. He needed Heeseung to take him right that instant, again and again, and irritation crawled through his body as he watched the taller man toy with his need.
“That’s not the right way to ask for it, Hoonie" Heeseung said, the mocking smile disappearing from his lips. His face shifted into an almost unreadable expression, the shine in his eyes fading completely, and a gasp slipped from his mouth when he felt Sunghoon’s hand stroking him clumsily.
Just as Sunghoon opened his mouth to beg again, his hand was removed from the other’s length, both his wrists pinned above his head. With his free hand, Heeseung lifted one of the omega’s thighs, lining himself up almost naturally with the other’s entrance, giving one firm thrust to bury himself fully inside him.
“Shit, you’re... fuck!” Heeseung groaned low at the tightness around him. Sunghoon choked back a cry in his own throat as his head fell back, tears spilling from his eyes in desperation at the pleasurable sting of the sudden intrusion.
Heeseung stayed still for several minutes, using that time to free the black-haired boy’s hands and hold him tighter against his body, a protective instinct striking him as he released that citrus scent to soothe the omega his body instinctively recognized.
Sunghoon let out soft whimpers against Heeseung’s neck, clinging tightly to his shoulders as a sudden wave of awareness crashed over him.
Heeseung was his best friend. Boundaries were supposed to matter. He was supposed to be a beta, but Sunghoon couldn’t blame him—he realized this had been sudden for both of them. His heart pounded wildly, and he slowly lifted his gaze, finding Heeseung utterly wrecked.
His face was red, an uneven blush spread across his cheeks. Sweat made a few strands cling to his forehead, and fine drops slid down his chin. His eyes screamed lust and desire, but it wasn’t merely carnal anymore.
“Heeseung...” Sunghoon stammered, looking nearly in the same state as the other—if not worse. One of his hands rose to the back of the other’s neck, gently stroking through his red hair and smiling at him breathlessly.
The two shared a shaky laugh, nervous from the drop in adrenaline. It was intimate; they were still joined, but Heeseung didn’t move—not until Sunghoon gave him a small signal by softly rolling his hips.
He began with short movements, pulling out only a few inches before slowly sliding back into the slick warmth. He buried his face in the paler boy’s neck, leaving soft kisses over the scent gland, breathing in that sweeter, calmer bubblegum scent coming from Sunghoon, proof that the presence of the new alpha had steadied him.
“Hee, can you go faster?... please...” Sunghoon asked, clear shyness slipping into his voice and drawing a soft laugh from Heeseung, who obeyed without complaint.
His hips began to glide more easily, allowing each thrust to grow faster and harder, accompanied by the louder moans Sunghoon started to let out. Heeseung’s fangs brushed just above the omega’s scent gland, trembling briefly before sinking in under the full command of instinct.
A cry rang through the whole room when Sunghoon felt the redhead mark him. His vision blurred completely and his inner omega twisted with emotion. It wasn’t something they had agreed on, it wasn’t something that was supposed to happen—but it did. Sunghoon had been marked, now completely belonging to the redhead.
Realizing what he had done, Heeseung began groaning low against the other’s skin. His hands left marks on the pale flesh of Sunghoon’s waist while his hips pounded into the slick heat beneath him. The sounds of skin striking skin mixed with their breaths and moans, filling the room with a scent now blended by the mark—a sour candy sweetness that left them both dizzy with a pleasure unlike anything they had ever felt.
Heeseung’s hand slid down to where their bodies joined, playing with the black-haired boy’s clit in vicious motions that stole the air from his lungs. He straightened up getting support with his elbows, looking down at him now, driving into him harder.
“God, your cunt is going to take the shape of my cock.” he spat his words in a low growl as his hands roamed the pale torso, pinching the sensitive nipples and toying with them.
On the other hand, Sunghoon was a mess of moans and sobs, feeling the force of the thrusts and the burning on his neck from Heeseung's mark. His pupils were fully dilated and tears streamed down his face, his hair disheveled against the pillow beneath him. "you look so beautiful.." Heeseung said looking at him, almost hypnotized.
The way Sunghoon sounded, and knowing it was because of him, drove him completely crazy, without With agility, moving the Sunghoon as if he weighed nothing, he laid him face down, raising his hips enough to appreciate his wet pussy and thrusting fully inside him again with a single push of his hips, letting out a growl through clenched teeth, Regaining the force of his thrusts and striking a specific point inside Sunghoon, making him see white for moments.
"H-hee, oh god.. much– t's too much!" Sunghoon whimpered almost breathless, feeling his pulse resonating in his ears and his back arch perfectly, looking like a cat in heat below Heeseung. Sunghoon gripped the sheets and pillows, muffling his moans as his legs trembled almost like crazy.
His gut started to clench with every pound of Heeseung's cock inside him, and just three more we're enough to feel liquid gushing out from his cunt, wetting immediately his inner thighs and the base of Heeseung's dick.
"holy shit, you squirted all over me" Heeseung was fascinated to say least, his grin widened with lust and his thrust began to get harder and harder, trying to get another gush of slick from his omega. "do it again, hoon."
Said one started to shake his head, trying to restrain himself and feeling his head going blank from his orgasm, not having enough strength to prevent the way Heeseung flipped him again, revealing his lustful and tired face.
"t's too, ah, too much.. Heese, I'm feeling weird" he whimpered and hugged Heeseung's shoulders, trying to find any support as his cunt fluttered around the cock fucking him mercilessly, and then he felt it again, that same squelching sound and his pulse saturated in his ears.
he squirted again, this time making Heeseung moan weakly as his hand found Sunghoon's clit, trying to get more, and more. A yelp escaped Hoon's lips as his body trembled, his legs tried to close but the alpha between them make it impossible, starting to feel so overwhelmed.
Heeseung felt himself grow tighter inside Sunghoon, his thrust felt messier with each one, and the knot in his lower became to feel more uncomfortable than ever.
"please baby, let me breed you," he said starting to emanate soft whimpers, making Sunghoon eyes widen and the glow in his eyes darken.
"beg for it." was all that Sunghoon needed to say to start hearing Heeseung sob in his neck, rubbing his face against his marked neck and his trembling vocie resonated against Sunghoon ear.
"please, please Hoonie, let me breed you p-please, ngh" his voice sounded pathetic, full of need as his hips we're trembling and pounding harder on Sunghoon. He hugged Sunghoon's waist tighter, raising his head from his neck and looking directly at his omega's eyes. "i p-promise I'll be good, ah- so good for you, i need to fill you, please" his voice breaked into a soft sob, making Sunghoon smile widely and nodding, gaining messy kisses from Heeseung as he whimpered in his lips.
A few more thrust we're enough for him to release himself inside the tight clenching cunt, with a breathless moan riding his orgasm and feeling his own scent getting weaker.
He collapsed on top of Sunghoon, both struggling to regulate their breathing. The room was filled with that sour candy scent and a hot steam, slowly dissolving into the silence and the sound of their now calm breaths. Heeseung left soft kisses on Sunghoon's shoulder and neck, raising his kisses all over his jaw, cheeks and finally sitting his lips on Sunghoon's. They kissed tiredly and messy, smiling satisfied and looking at each other's eyes after their orgasm.
"you look so beautiful like this," Heeseung murmured, he admired every detail in Sunghoon's face, smirking at his flushed cheeks and kissing his lips again.
"don't get so natty right now" Sunghoon said, his voice still hoarse from his moaning and his after sex state. He caressed Heeseung hair softly and hugged him, hiding in his neck feeling certainly ashamed now. "god, we fucked up our friendship"
Heeseung laughed tenderly, kissing his cheek one last time before flipping their positions. He left Sunghoon's inside with a sigh, looking at his cunt wet with slick and his own spurting from Sunghoon's hole. "don't look at it!" He then felt a pillow hitting his face, laughing softly and getting up to find something to clean themselves.
I prioritize Sunghoon, cleaning him with a damp towel and making sure to run soft kisses down his thighs in the meantime. He made sure it was completely clean and cleaned himself up, throwing the waste in the trash and going to the closet to look for clothes.
"wait" he heard Sunghoon before he opened his drawer, looking at him in the bed, his eyes merely open. "i want to... sleep naked.. with you." his voice sounded shy, like he was afraid to say it. Heeseung blinked twice before smiling, getting closer to the bed again and lying behind Sunghoon's back, hugging him against his chest.
His lips rested on Sunghoon's nape, kissing softly and lowering to the mark he previously made, feeling something in his gut and unconsciously smiling. "i love you.." he said, just by instinct and feeling ashamed by the second his mouth shut up. "i-i mean, uh, fuck.."
He hide in the other's neck as a red heat covered his whole face, perfect way to confess, idiot, he though to himself, but every bad though disappeared when he felt Sunghoon turn around, his hand lifted his face and he saw the most precious smile ever, plasmed on the boy of his dreams. "i love you too, Heeseung"
his voice, the way he said it, the way he sealed his words like a promise with a kiss or the way he let out a breathless laugh, everything made Heeseung the most happier man alive.
He knew for sure he will be happier now for a long time.