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“Hey, so,” Jiho pauses for a second, glancing at his colleague. “Are you okay?”
He takes a step forward, leaning slightly on the edge of the table, arms crossed. There's something in the air, he can't quite name it yet, but it makes his inner omega shift restlessly. He's frustrated and doesn't know the reason.
“Yeah, why?” Brian frowns, his voice lower than usual.
“Nothing,” Jiho sighs, eyes flickering from one thing in the room to another without actually looking at something. He just tries to come up with some words. “You look awful, you know?”
That didn't sound great.
Brian looks up at him, raising his brow. “Thank you? I guess,” he scoffs, rolling his shoulders uncomfortably. “Is that all you wanted to tell me?”
He says as he raises his hand to rub the side of his neck. It makes Jiho frown even more. He steps further forward, just to be sure, and the second the slightest of Brian's sweet scent hits his nose, everything suddenly makes sense.
The way Brian was acting today, the way he's been trying to back away from everyone and just sit here, in his tiny room, barely walking out of it. Jiho thought it was just a bad day, or maybe their boss gave him tons of papers to do.
But the answer was under his nose all this time.
Like, literally.
“May I ask?” Jiho tilts his head slightly, studying Brian's face.
“You can try,” he mumbles, looking down at the papers on his desk.
“Are you in heat?” Jiho's voice is low and barely louder than the whisper. The question makes Brian freeze, the grip on the pen tightening immediately.
Maybe it was a bit too straightforward. Maybe he shouldn't have said that.
But what's done-
“Why are you asking?” Brian licks his lips quickly and it makes Jiho's eyes follow the movement of his tongue subconsciously. “Wanna help or what?” He says, obviously half-joking.
And Jiho obviously takes that “half” seriously.
“Or what? You'd let me?”
Brian maintains eye contact. “I was just joking.”
The smug smile on Jiho's face grows, when he whispers, “And I wasn't.”
Brian lets out a sharp sigh, the blush settles high on his cheeks, making him look even prettier. “You're crazy. You know we're both omegas, don't you?”
Yeah, he knows, of course he does. But who cares about that? Jiho had relationships with both alphas and omegas before, and he can proudly say- He definitely prefers omegas. Because he's not the type to be submissive, which alphas usually like. He does not enjoy being under someone else's control.
He prefers being the one who controls, actually.
“So what?” Jiho shrugs briefly, licking his lips.
“Nothing,” Brian takes a deep breath and blinks slowly when he finally gets to feel Jiho's scent. “Um, do you mind driving me home after our shift ends?”
It sounds a bit unsure, so Jiho doesn't answer right away. He glances at Brian's neck, noticing his scent patch being slightly peeled off. That's why his scent is so fresh here.
“Do you need a new one?” Jiho asks, pointing at his neck, making Brian flinch.
“Ah? Is it not working already? Shit, I need to change it, sorry,” he gets up so quickly, his head starts spinning, so he grabs the back of his chair to steady himself. “Damn,” a short humourless laugh escapes his lips. “It's worse than I thought.”
As he mumbles, Jiho takes a few steps to wrap his hand around Brian's slim waist, stroking in soothing motion. “Can you sit here half an hour more? Maybe some painkillers or coffee?”
He's worried, because he knows how bad it can be sometimes to work through your heat. Especially if it's the first day of it, when you're overwhelmed, overstimulated and barely in control of your emotions and actions. Some omegas can easily go through it with just a few supplements, and that's awesome.
But it's a rare thing.
Most of the time it really feels like being to hell and back, just sitting on your chair and doing your job. Jiho has had a few horrible heats last year, and he literally got hospitalized because of his cramps and weakness.
“Yeah, painkillers would be nice,” Brian frowns, sighing. He takes another deep breath, and now, being so close to Jiho, he can fully breathe in his scent, and it somehow makes everything even worse.
Because now, besides the pain and dizziness, he feels the heat down his spine and slight wetness.
Damn it.
It's impossible to control and he knows it, yet he blushes even more. So embarrassing. Getting wet over your colleague’s scent.
It's such a pathetic behaviour.
Jiho must've felt it, the change in Brian's scent, but he's not showing any reaction. He just helps him sit down on the chair and hands him his bag so he can find some painkillers.
“Okay, text me if you're feeling worse, I'll go back to my room now,” Jiho mumbles. “And wait for me, I'll drive you home, ‘cause you're definitely not in a state for that,” he gives Brian a soft smile, waits for a nod, and heads to the elevator.
“It’s so dark outside already,” Brian mumbles the second they're walking out of the office, heading to the parking lot. He shivers slightly, but the cool air makes him relax a bit after hours in a crowded office.
Jiho notices his scent patch is almost peeled off, so he leans closer so only Brian can hear it. “You can take the patch off, don't worry, you'll be in the car in a minute,” he smiles softly, and Brian blinks at him.
“Huh? Oh, yeah,” he frowns. “Is that okay? I think my scent is so… Rich now? I don't wanna overwhelm you,” he lets out a small laugh.
If only he knew how badly Jiho wants it. To feel his scent without any patches, to be able to breathe it in with his full chest and taste it with the tip of his tongue.
Maybe it's too much and too soon, but he doesn't care. His omega's wants and needs are easy and so are his own. They're exactly the same.
“It’s totally fine,” he gives Brian a smile, opening the door for him, watching as he peels the patch off his skin.
A few minutes later they're already on their way to Brian's house, Jiho glances at him every now and then, making sure he's feeling alright. Brian looks at the blurry image of the city, eyes half-lidded, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt, near his scent glands.
“If you're sleepy, you can take a nap,” Jiho offers when they stop at the red light. “I know you're tired,” he adds with a knowing look.
Yeah, Brian looks tired as hell, but he still smiles at him and shakes his head slowly.
He wrinkles his nose. “Nah, I'm fine. I wanna take a shower, it's so… So hot and,” he frowns, swallowing visibly. “And I feel sticky, I hate this feeling.”
Jiho purses his lips, sighing. He knows that feeling so damn well, and it's the worst. Especially when you're somewhere else and not at home. When your skin is hot and covered in sweat and it feels like you have to just spend hours in the shower to feel just a bit better. And even a shower doesn't help most of the time.
“We'll be home in five, I think,” Jiho murmurs, glancing at the navigator when he turns right.
Although the windows are open and fresh wind keeps playing with their hair, the air in the car feels thick with both of their scents, obviously dominated by Brian's, and hot. So hot, Jiho feels a drop of sweat sliding down his temple.
He can imagine how Brian is feeling right now.
Awful.
Brian clears his throat, eyes never leaving the road before him. “Hey.”
Jiho hums barely audible.
“Um, did you,” Brin pauses. “Were you like… Serious about what you said earlier?”
A few seconds of heavy silence, interrupted by the cars honking because it's another red light.
“About what?” Jiho asks just to earn himself a few more seconds to think about the answer. He knows exactly what Brian means by that. Of course he does.
Brian licks his lips quickly, looking down at his hands. “About helping me with my heat. Did you mean it?”
Oh. Yeah.
The car slows down when Jiho finds the needed spot in the parking lot, and it's still silent in here. Jiho looks at him as soon as they stop.
“If I wasn't serious I would not say that,” he tilts his head to the side, eyes flickering to Brian's neck. “So if you want it too, I can help you. Not out of pity or whatever you would think,” he lets out a giggle, shaking his head. “But because I want it. I want you, and I want you to feel good. And trust me I can make you feel good,” he drops his voice lower, and it does make Brian shiver visibly.
“You sound a bit too confident,” he mutters, looking everywhere but at Jiho, then shifts slightly on the seat, biting on his lips.
And Jiho's eyes follow every movement, something in his head starting to put the puzzle together. “Brian?” He asks carefully, reaching to touch his hand, and earns a quick look up from him. “You liked that, didn't you?” He notices the way he starts breathing unevenly, the way the blush on his pretty cheeks deepens.
“What are you talking about?” He swallows, trying to sound normal, but the slightest pitch betrays him.
Jiho watches him for a second longer than needed, then unlocks his door, nodding to the building. “C’mon, let's get into your apartment before I start undressing you right here,” the smug smirk on his face makes Brian roll his eyes, but he can't hide his flushed face and the way his hands tremble when he tries to open the door.
It barely takes ten minutes to use the elevator and for Brian to unlock his door, because of how shaky his hands are now. His apartment welcomes them with the fresh air from the slightly opened window, mixed with his own scent, heavy and unhidden. Jiho finds himself taking a deep slow breath, eyes closing for a few beats to let his body react to the other's omega place. When the said omega is right in front of him, taking off his shoes and jacket, leaving it somewhere on the floor. Jiho is usually the type to clean up the house, but right now he does the same, because all his attention is on Brian. On his long legs, his slim waist that is now even more visible, and his broad shoulders.
He's so mesmerizing, so unreal.
“Um, I,” Brian starts, turning to look at him, fingers hovering over his tie, trying to untie it, probably. “I need to take a shower, but… You can wait here? Or,” he stutters when Jiho shortens the distance between them in a few steps and tugs on his tie to pull him closer. “Oh-”
“It's illegal,” Jiho mutters, their lips so close they touch as he speaks. “You look so good in this suit,” he whispers, finally leaning into the kiss. He captures Brian's lips, moving slow, deliberate even, tasting the waters. His other hand finds its place on Brian's waist, pulling him even closer, their chests brush every time each of them takes a breath.
“I… Ah- I need to go,” Brian pulls back a bit, licking his lips.
“Alright, yeah,” Jiho slides his hand down Brian's front, teasingly tugging his belt, the smirk only grows bigger when Brian exhales sharply. “Take a shower, I'll be waiting in the bedroom.”
He lets go of Brian's waist and follows him to the door of his bedroom, watching him taking his pajamas and towels with a soft smile. “You won't need that,” he nods at the clothes in his hands. “I'll take it off the moment you're walking out of the shower.”
Brian freezes in the middle of the room, gives him a look, but drops the clothes back into the drawer. “Okay,” he just says as he walks out of the room, leaving Jiho stunned.
It takes less than ten minutes for Brian to shower, and for Jiho it seems like it's been hours. Because sitting in the bedroom full of Brian's scent, on the bed that's completely permeated with it, it's too much to handle. Especially knowing the other omega is now showering. Naked.
For a brief moment Jiho caught himself wanting to open the door of the bathroom and join him, but he shoved that thought somewhere out of reach and took a deep breath. It helped, but not really.
Because the second Brian opens the door, completely naked, with only one tower sitting low on his hips and covering him. The flush spreading down his chest makes Jiho swallow visibly and get up so quickly, his head starts spinning.
“You're so beautiful,” he mutters under his breath, standing so close to Brian, he can feel the warmth radiating off his body.
“Shut up,” he manages to let out, looking down just to avoid Jiho's gaze.
And Jiho taps at his chin slightly to make Brian look at him. “Silly, I won't shut up, we will talk throughout this night, we will communicate, you know? Cause I want to know how you feel and what you like, okay?”
Brian licks his lips and nods briefly. “Okay, yeah.”
“Good,” Jiho tilts his head. “Now tell me what you want me to do,” he takes a step back, nodding to the side, and Brian just follows him, getting on the bed slowly.
“I've never been with… With an omega,” Brian starts, still looking down. He clears his throat. “So I don't know how it works, actually.”
“Want me to help with it?” Jiho asks softly and waits for the nod. “Okay, honey, we'll be doing it slowly.”
He gets on the bed, knees touching Brian's. A few seconds and his shirt and tie are on the floor. “Usually I prefer being the active one, but if you want to I can switch for you,” he says, hands sliding up and down Brian's bare thighs, each time further and further under the towel that's still somehow on his hips. Brian shakes his head, and Jiho smirks. “Thought so. When in heat, your omega needs to be taken care of, I get it.”
“Yeah, I- I think I want to be pinned to the bed,” Brian lets out a breathy laugh. “Like, right now.”
Jiho doesn't miss a beat, he pushes Brian to lay down on his back and straddles his lap, causing a small broken sound to escape his lips. His hand strokes his sides, covers his lower belly, then slides up to his chest and finally his neck. It makes Brian shudder.
“Sensitive here, huh?” Jiho teases, leaning down to kiss him. This time he's not slow, this time he kisses him with want, deep and wet, licking his lips just to meet his tongue halfway. One hand still on Brian's neck, squeezes slightly just to hear him moan in response, while the other is on the bed next to Brian's head, so he can shift his weight easier.
“Is this good?” Jiho asks, pulling back a little. He finally lets go of his neck now brushing his damp hair from his forehead. When Brian doesn't say a word, he leans down to leave a kiss right above his scent gland, nibbling on the sensitive skin, making Brian roll his hips once, seeking for friction.
“Yeah,” Brian lets out a small sigh, biting on his bottom lip. “So good.”
It makes Jiho leave another kiss under his ear, murmuring softly. “It'll be even better,” he slides down slowly, tracing Brian's flushed skin with his lips, leaving wet kisses all over his chest. He takes his time to make sure every centimeter of his skin is covered with a kiss before he shifts even further to sit between his legs. “Let me taste you?” He asks, almost whispering, and Brian arches his back not wanting to lose the touch.
He nods as visible as it's possible, hair all messy, cheeks redder than before. His lips are slightly ajar when he sighs. “Yes, yes, please, yes.”
Jiho has never seen his colleague like this. And it's not about being naked on the bed, even though it is for the first time. He's never seen him so needy, so shy and pathetic, all worked up just from kissing, and asking for more with his whole body.
Brian pants, eyes closed, when Jiho finally takes the towel off him, tossing it somewhere to the side, not really caring about where it lands. His mouth starts watering from the sight of Brian's cock, already so hard and red from the contact with the fabric of the damp towel. He doesn't know how Brian hasn't said anything about being uncomfortable yet, because Jiho could never.
“Does it hurt?” He asks quietly, hand squeezing Brian's side.
The other omega nods eagerly and shuts his eyes the next moment, when Jiho wraps his fingers around the base, painfully slowly stroking up just to squeeze under the head, making Brian let out a cry.
“Hey, shh-h, it's okay, I know it hurts,” Jiho shifts on the bed, lying down flat on his belly between Brian's legs. And now, being so close, he can't help but press his lips to the inner sides of his thighs, leaving a trace of wet kisses straight to the base of his cock. “And I know you're kinda out of your mind already,” he licks a long stripe up to the tip, wrapping his lips around it for a mere second. It makes Brian exhale sharply with a loud moan and jerk his hips upwards. Jiho catches the movement just in time, pressing his hand to pin him to the mattress. “Nah, baby, not so fast,” he licks his lips quickly to taste the bitterness of precum. “I do not like swallowing, so please-” He pauses, watching Brian's chest rising fast from his heavy breathing. “Okay, well, I got you,” he mutters before leaning down, lips on the tip, while his tongue pressing right where needed, causing Brian to grab the bedsheets just to ground himself.
“Not so fast,” Brian mumbles, arching his back even more, because Jiho's now trying to put his length in the mouth, relaxing his jaw and hiding his teeth. “Please- Please, ‘m gonna-” he can't even finish the thought.
Jiho starts bobbing his head, tongue flat under the weight of Brian's cock. He's skilled and it makes it even worse, because Brian feels like he's back to his teenage years, when he was ready to cum from every single touch. But right now he's blaming it on the heat. It's probably just because of it, yeah. And because Jiho is so good at this, that Brian needs to press his hands on Jiho's shoulders in a pathetic attempt to stop him.
But not only Jiho doesn't stop moving, but he fastens the pace, helping with his hand where the lips can't reach, making Brian almost choke on his own moans. He feels the wetness of his slick, the way the heat spreads over his lower abdomen. It takes a few more strokes and a single squeeze just right under the tip to make Brian come. He freezes for a second, his whole body tenses, and then relaxes with a long loud exhale, watching Jiho swallowing everything and licking his lips. For a solid minute all he can feel is Jiho's hands on his thighs and his quick kisses all over his belly.
“Fuck, I… I'm sorry,” he mutters, eyes closed. “I didn't mean to,” a short pause before he adds quietly: “I'm so sorry.”
Jiho makes him flushed with his short laugh. He gets up, sitting back on his heels, and looks at him with a soft smile. Only now Brian notices a few drops of his release on Jiho's lips and the way his chin is covered with his slick.
Damn.
It's so dirty.
“Don't apologise, babe,” Jiho wipes his chin with the back of his hand, a smug smile only growing as he leans down so close, their lips almost touching. “You did so well, you're so perfect for me. I know I said I don't like swallowing,” he pauses just to press a quick kiss on Brian's lips. “But you're so sweet, I couldn't resist.”
Brian makes a sound he didn't even know he can make, trying to hide his flushed face in the pillow, but Jiho's hand on his cheek doesn't let him.
“Nah-nah, baby, don't hide,” a soft whisper as he presses another kiss, now wetter and deeper. Brian reacts instantly, letting him in, wrapping his hands around Jiho's neck to pull him closer. “Hey,” Jiho's lips slide down, kissing right over the scent glands. “Can I taste you? Wanna eat you out so bad,” he smiles, and Brian can literally feel it with his skin.
The reaction is immediate, Brian swallows visibly, mouths opens in a silent gasp.
“What do- No, no, it's… It's too much,” he's flustered, and Jiho finds it so attractive. “Let's not do that, please,” he whispers.
“Okay,” Jiho just nods simply, “Then what? What do you want us to do now?” Every word is followed by another soft kiss on his chest. “If not my tongue… Do you want my fingers?” He tilts his head to the side, watching Brian's reaction. “You need something to fill you, don't you?”
Brian nods, maybe too enthusiastic. He arches his back, spreading his legs a bit more, as if inviting Jiho.
“Good omega,” he mutters under his breath, mouth already watering. “So good for me, aren't you?” His hand slides up and down Brian's thigh, then squeezes slightly just to touch his cheeks covered in slick. “So wet,” he says, barely audible, and teases the muscle ring with his finger, pushing it in and out just a bit. Brian flinches, grabbing the first thing he could find, and it's the edge of the pillow he's laying on. “Damn, Brian, you could've fit me inside so easily without any preparation, you're so ready to be filled,” he licks his lips, gathering the slick that Brian keeps producing, and finally slides two fingers in. He's not sure if it was the best idea to do it quickly, because the way Brian cries out makes him freeze, but then he hears soft mumbling and starts moving his fingers slowly, scissoring them inside to stretch him more.
“Don't you dare stop,” Brian breathes heavily, hips moving in an attempt to receive more of it.
Jiho only smirks at him, fingers still moving at a steady pace, while his other hand is stroking Brian's cock, already hard. “If I were an alpha, I would knot you so good, baby, you'd start purring,” he whispers as he leans down to leave a kiss on Brian's chest.
The third finger slides inside so easily, Jiho thinks he could've just added two, but he doesn't like hurrying. He loves enjoying every moment, tasting it as long as possible, even though he knows Brian is desperate for everything at once right now. He knows this feeling so well, because he's just like that when he's in heat.
Needy, pathetic and asking for a knot. It's really a bit embarrassing, but that's what they are, and he's not ashamed to want something.
“How are you feeling, babe?” He asks softly, slowing down a bit. “Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you.”
Brian bites on his lip nervously, looking away for a second. “Can you fuck me? Please?”
Nah, he can't be real. Asking for something like this while looking like that? With eyes opened wide, with lips swollen and open, because he's still trying to catch a breath, with the blush setting high on his cheekbones.
Jiho has never thought such a question could ever sound so innocent.
“You're asking so nicely,” he whispers, getting up from the bed to finally take his pants and underwear off. He's been hard this whole time, since they entered the apartment. The fabric is already soaked with his slick, because he almost came when he swallowed Brian's release.
But he's not the type to break the moment to satisfy himself. His focus is on Brian and Brian only, his main priority is to make him feel good. Everything else is for later.
“How do you want me?” Jiho asks, kneeling on the bed, hands naturally placed on Brian's waist. He's going to be addicted to it soon, that's for sure. “Like this? Or maybe from the back?” He lets out a chuckle when Brian rolls his eyes in annoyance. “What? I'm asking because I wanna make sure you're enjoying it, okay?”
“Acting like a good omega?” Brian mutters under his breath.
Jiho raises his brow. “I am, I'm not acting,” he slides his right hand to cover Brian's chest with his palm, fingers teasing his nipple. He gets what he wants, hearing a soft gasp from the omega underneath him.
It makes him shiver, he feels the slick releasing immediately, covering the back of his thighs.
“Take me from the back, I wanna get covered,” Brian mumbles, lifting on his elbows and trying to turn around, but hand on his waist stops him. “Why? You asked, I answered,” he sounds confident, but Jiho can hear the way his heartbeat goes crazy.
“You know I can't give you a knot, right?” Jiho tilts his head to the side, studying his face with a frown. “And I'm not really big, so maybe it won't be enough to satisfy your omega.”
Brian sits straight, the distance between them is almost gone. His gaze flickers to Jiho's lips, then lower, smirking. “Don't be like this, you're pretty big, especially for an omega,” he shrugs briefly and wraps his hand around Jiho's waist, stroking the small of his back slowly. “So just make me feel good, okay?” He smiles and Jiho can't resist a quick kiss on his swollen lips.
“Okay, now turn around. On your knees and elbows, honey,” Jiho says with a smug smile and gasps when he feels Brian's fingers between his buttocks, collecting his slick. “Hey, what are you doing-”
Brian doesn't answer, he just pulls away slightly, raising his hand with a few fingers covered in Jiho's slick, and puts them in his mouth.
For a brief moment Jiho thinks he's dreaming. The next moment, when Brian almost moans, licking his own fingers clean, he thinks he can just pass out right here and right now.
“Sorry,” a short pause, Brian's face all flushed. “I wanted to taste you.”
He says and turns around on his knees and leans forward, arching his back as if presenting himself for Jiho.
“Fuck, I- I don't think I'll last long,” he swallows visibly, grabbing a handful of Brian's ass, squeezing softly and teasing his hole with thumbs. “Ah, I wish I was eating you out right now,” he mumbles and leans down to leave a kiss right on the tail bone. “But we'll leave it for later, won't we?”
Brian shudders, nodding rapidly as he drops his head on his forearms. “Please, just-”
Jiho interrupts him with three fingers sliding in in one fluid motion, making Brian choke on air. “Fast or slow?” He asks, voice steady as he uses both of their slick to cover his length with it, flinching because of how sensitive he is. He thinks he'll need no more than a minute to come, really, that's how worked up he is already.
“I don't-”
“Brian,” he sighs. “Fast or slow?”
It's hard to explain how good their scents feel, how perfect they're mixing in the air, complimenting each other. Jiho has to take a deep breath in an attempt to clear his mind. It only gets worse, but he doesn’t care, because now his inner omega is a little more satisfied.
A short pause before Brian blurts out, “Fast. Please,” he adds under his breath.
His back arches even more when Jiho slides his hand down to his shoulder blades, pinning him to the mattress, not giving a chance to move. He knows exactly what he’s doing, because that’s what he always craves when in heat. Being held down, covered and taken care of.
So that’s what he’s about to do.
“Okay, honey, now relax,” Jiho mutters and moves his hips once, cock sliding between the cheeks, making Brian groan, then again, the grip on his waist tightening to hold him still. The next second he’s sliding inside in one fast motion, followed by a loud sigh. It feels so good, he doesn’t want to move, he just wants to feel the warmth around him. Brian is melting beneath him, knees weakening; he bites on his lower lip hard but the moans keep getting out of his mouth, even muffled by the pillow.
Jiho moves fast but careful, he makes sure he fills Brian just right, listening to the sound of their skin touching with every friction. The moment Brian starts moving his hips back, attempting to meet him, as if asking for more, Jiho leans down. He slows down a bit and stops, bottomed out fully, when his chest touches Brian’s back.
“How are you feeling?” He whispers, lips tracing a line from the shoulder to Brian’s neck, kissing right next to his scent glands, tasting his sweetness on the tip of his tongue. He feels the way Brian’s squeezing him helplessly and purses his lips. “Honey, if you don’t stop clenching, I won’t last long,” Jiho lets out a groan, one hand squeezing Brian’s side as he jerks his hips once. It makes both of them sigh in relief. “There we go,” a quick kiss on the shoulder and Jiho straightens up to fasten the pace. He’s sure the next morning Brian will witness the marks all over his body, and damn, the thought of it makes him release even more slick.
He’s already feeling it all over the sheets under their bodies and his inner omega almost purrs in satisfaction because of it. They’re so close with Brian now, they’re moving in one tempo, their breath and their moans- Everything is synchronized.
Everything is perfect.
Brian lets out a high-pitched moan when Jiho hits the sensitive spot inside him, and relaxes completely, arms on the pillow grabbing it as if it can ground him. But the only thing that keeps him steady is Jiho’s hands.
“Ah- I’m so close,” he blurts out before he almost choke on his own moan.
A shiver goes down Jiho's spine as he tilts his head back to take a breath. He’s close, too, and knowing Bran would probably be craving a knot makes him slightly nervous. Not because he can’t give it, but because he may not be able to satisfy his omega.
Still, he moves harder, not faster, sliding his hand down to wrap his fingers around Brian’s length, stroking in the same pace as his hips are moving. Brian almost plops down flat on the chest, the sensation is too good. He flinches, not knowing if he wants Jiho to fuck him deeper or to fasten the pace of the hand on his cock. Probably both, probably at the same time.
“Do you want me to cum inside you?” Jiho asks, hoping Brian’s still can think at least a bit clearly.
He knows how it happens sometimes, when the heat gets all over your body and your head, leaving no place for the sanity.
Brian tries his best to nod as he mumbles under his breath, “Yeah, yeah, please, do it.”
For a mere second Jiho thinks if he should say it, and when he feels he’s close, he pulls Brian closer by his waist, as if trying to glue them together, and mutters, “You want me to fill you up, want to make a pup, don’t you? You’d look good pregnant, honey, you’d be such a good parent. Such a perfect omega for me,” Jiho almost purrs as he leans down to cover his back with quick kisses. He presses his thumb right under the tip and that’s what makes Brian get to his high. He freezes for a second and plops down on the bed, breathing heavily, with Jiho still inside him.
It takes a few more frictions for Jiho to fill him up and lay down on top him, relaxed.
“Damn,” Brian chuckles, eyes still closed as he tries to catch a breath. “You're heavy.”
“I can't move, sorry,” Jiho mutters, lips on Brian's shoulder.
“Nah, I like it, don't move,” he swallows visibly. “Feels so good.”
“Yeah?”
A soft hum in response and Jiho can't help but smile. This feels amazing- He can't name even one time he's ever felt this good before.
The warmth of Brian's body underneath him, their scents mixed into something really sweet and fresh, even though the air in the bedroom is thick and smells like sex. Jiho doesn't even care about their bodies being covered in their slick and cum, sticky and all. He's just happy to be here, with Brian.
“We should shower, yeah?” Jiho asks, barely audible, and Brian frowns.
“Nah, no strength,” he pouts, eyes closed.
“We have to, babe,” Jiho rolls over to lay next to him, eyes immediately falling to Brian's naked body, he licks his lips quickly.
“I can feel the next wave is already coming,” Brian mumbles, turning around to face him. “I haven't got any time to relax,” he sighs.
“That's why we should wash up before the next round, okay?” Jiho smiles, sliding his hand up and down Brian's side, then his hip, just to grab a handful of his ass. “I have plans, babe, I'm gonna eat you out,” he leans closer to capture his lips in a slow kiss.
“Alright,” Brian sits up carefully, blinking away the tiredness. “But I'm gonna fuck you in the shower.”
His voice is a bit shaky and hoarse and it makes Jiho let out a giggle. “You? You said you have no strength, huh?”
Brian raises his brow, his gaze travels all across Jiho's body.
“I have my fingers and I can use them pretty well,” he bites on his lip, cheeks becoming even more flushed. “What do you think?”
Jiho sits up.
“If your fingers are not inside me in five minutes I'm gonna tie your hands to the bed,” he mutters under his breath as he gets up, already heading to the door. He then stops for a second, looking over the shoulder. “Wait, you'll like that, won't you?”
“Who knows.”
Yeah, of course, who knows what kinks he has.
Well, one of them is definitely biting. Because when they're standing beneath the shower, making out, bodies pressed to each other with no distance left, Brian keeps biting down on Jiho's lips, making him gasp. When Brian's hands slide down his back to Jiho's ass, he leaves his lips alone, continues to kiss his neck. And when Brian's fingers slide inside Jiho, immediately starting to move at a steady pace, he keeps nibbling on his skin, leaving bite marks all over Jiho's neck, shoulders and even chest.
It's not like he's biting hard enough to cause pain, but Jiho is sure there's gonna be plenty of teeth marks on his skin in the morning.
And he's excited about it, because it means they'll look like they belong to each other. In the best way possible.
When they're out of the shower, skin still damp, Jiho's pinned to the sink, trying to look at their reflections, even if the mirror is completely fogged. He tries his best to turn around with Brian's fingers sliding out of him for a few seconds just to bite down on the crook of his neck when he's coming. He's not biting hard, of course, he's not going to hurt him. But the mark will be visible for a long time, that's for sure.
And it makes Jiho feel proud in a way.
“How are you feeling?” he asks while they're using towels, not bothering to put on the clothes. It would be useless.
“Starting to get wetter again,” Brian mutters, swallowing. “Ready for the next round?”
Jiho wraps his arms around his waist with a smirk. “Ready to sit on my face?”
It makes Brian's knees go weak, he gasps loudly. “Fuck, Jiho, you're-”
“The best,” he leaves a kiss on his lips, grabbing his wrist as they're heading to the bedroom. “So you're gonna give me the prize I deserve.”
Brian lets out a chuckle. “My ass?”
He can't hear it, but Jiho whispers, “You.”