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Taesan thinks he misheard Jaehyun at first.
“Come again?” He stutters out, pausing the computer game he was playing to turn his chair around and stare at the other man in disbelief.
Jaehyun is standing in Taesan’s bedroom doorway, posture relaxed, as if he didn’t just drop an earth-shattering question that is making Taesan’s head spin.
“Would you be open to helping Sungho out with his heat this upcoming Thursday? I’ll be away at the station hosting all day, and he feels more comfortable going through it with someone helping him. And, well,” Jaehyun shrugs casually as if Taesan isn’t currently experiencing his entire world tilt on its axis, “I trust you. Most importantly, Sungho trusts you.”
Taesan stares back at Jaehyun, eyes wide. He opens and closes his mouth a few times, too stunned to speak. Have I been that obvious? Does Jaehyun know? Is this a test?
His pulse quickens as he examines Jaehyun’s face. The other man gives no indication that he knows Taesan is hiding something big. Something that he thinks he’s managed to conceal from the other members successfully.
He’s hiding the fact that he is hopelessly in love with the team’s eldest member, Sungho.
He’s had a crush on Sungho since the moment he entered KOZ as a gangly teen, unpresented and trying everything in his power to secure a debut spot. Sungho, older and a newly presented omega, was so kind and patient and showed Taesan the ropes of trainee life. Taesan quickly became smitten, and he found himself doing anything to be around him.
There is something so captivating about Sungho: the delicate slope of his nose, the way he purses his lips when he’s deep in concentration, or even his habit of biting his nails when he’s nervous. Taesan absorbs it all, wanting to pick up any small detail or Sungho-ism and commit it to memory.
As a trainee, he decided to keep his feelings for Sungho to himself for the time being. It was not the right time to confess; they were all so busy and training hard in hopes of a debut date.
He was sure his moment would come some day.
Then, at 18, he presented as an alpha. It was a surprise to him and the group. He had been raised by beta parents, and the expectation was that his secondary gender would mirror theirs.
After his presentation, he doubled down on his belief that now wasn’t the right time to court Sungho. He didn’t want Sungho to think that because he’s now an alpha that his attraction to him was the result of pheromone-driven alpha/omega stereotypes.
Patience will pay off, he had told himself. Demonstrate what kind of alpha you are over time. He will see you for who you are and understand your heart.
“Sungho wanted to ask you,” Jaehyun continues, as if he’s not aware of the inner turmoil with a hint of arousal that is swirling in Taesan’s mind, “but then he thought maybe you would want to clear up any confusion with me first, you know, as his boyfriend and all. So, we decided I’d talk to you and get your thoughts on the entire idea, and, if you’re interested, you and Sungho can talk.”
And therein lies the true complication as to why Taesan has never acted on his feelings towards Sungho all this time, even years after debut: Myung Jaehyun.
Jaehyun joined their predebut team last and almost immediately was attached to Sungho’s hip. He followed the omega around like a puppy dog, making sure that Sungho always had enough to eat, pulling out his chair for him, buying him gifts, coining the nickname yeppi, and flirting and cuddling Sungho until his face was bright pink with all the affection he was receiving.
Taesan wanted to take the immature jealous route and hate Jaehyun when he and Sungho officially started dating, but he couldn’t. The reality is Jaehyun is a nice guy and a good alpha. Unlike old-fashioned alpha stereotypes, Jaehyun is not overly dominant or aggressive. He is kind, silly, and filled with so much love for his members. He always has major choices be group decisions, and he never treats anyone different based on their subgender. He commands respect, not through force, but by gaining the trust and confidence of those around him with hard work.
Taesan worried about what Jaehyun’s reaction would be when he presented as an alpha. Up until that point, Jaehyun was the only alpha in the group with Sungho an omega, Leehan and Riwoo betas, and Woonhak unpresented.
Taesan knew in the back of his mind that Jaehyun wasn’t one of those alphas, the ones who would demand a fight for dominance, but his freshly presented inner wolf trembled at the thought of being bested, or worse, rejected and thrown from the group, remembering the stories he was told as a child by overly aggressive alphas.
Thankfully, Jaehyun quickly squashed those worries when Taesan emerged from his room at the end of his first rut by pulling him into a tight hug and pressing kisses all over his head, raving about how “good Taesan smelled” until Sungho had to pull him off.
Taesan decided long ago that he would just suffer in silence with his Sungho situation and Jaehyun complex until hopefully one day he'd get over the two of them and move on with his life.
That was until Jaehyun barged into his room a few minutes ago and dropped a ticking timebomb in his lap with a smirk.
“I’m open to talking to Sungho about it,” Taesan manages to get out, and he hopes and prays that Jaehyun doesn’t notice the slight tremble in his voice or how the thought of Sungho in heat has caused his pants to start to feel tighter as a Pavlovian response. He strategically adjusts the blanket resting on his lap to cover himself and is relieved that he was too lazy to remove his scent patch earlier after getting home from his schedule.
“Sounds good! Let’s meet up tomorrow, and you can go over more details with Sungho. He’ll text you about when and where to meet,” Jaehyun says, adding on a quick goodnight before he exits the room.
Once he is out of sight, Taesan leaps out of his seat to lock his bedroom door. He turns around and presses his back against the door before slowly sliding down to the floor.
Holy shit! He screams internally. Holy shit. Holy shit. I must be dreaming. He pinches his arm. Ouch. Okay, definitely not dreaming. He lets out a shaky breath and collects his thoughts.
He is going to help the object of his affection and desire for the past who-knows-how-many years, Park Sungho, through his heat. This is cool. This is normal. He can totally do this and not open his Pandora's box of feelings for Sungho that he had stuffed deep down inside of himself with a label reading Warning: Do not open! Once you acknowledge your feelings you will have to deal with them!
Taesan buries his head in his hands. “This is insanity,” he mumbles to himself. “What am I even doing?”
However, his mind and body are not on the same wavelength as the growing hardness in his pants he was desperately trying to hide from Jaehyun is becoming too much to ignore, and his inner wolf is sprinting at the idea of helping Sungho through his heat.
This situation needs to be addressed.
Grabbing his shower stuff, he peeks out of his room across the hall to Leehan’s door. Thankfully, it looks like the beta has turned in for the night, so he won’t notice Taesan taking a shower at 2 in the morning. Taesan loves Leehan, but he doesn’t have the mental energy to deal with the observant beta’s questions right now.
Taesan walks to the bathroom and turns on the water. He undresses, peels off his scent patch, and steps into the shower. As his mind wanders, he palms himself, letting out a low moan as he closes his eyes.
Taesan’s mouth runs dry as images of Sungho flash behind his closed eyelids. He starts moving his hand.
He thinks about Sungho’s face and neck. His expressive eyes that make Taesan’s heart freeze whenever they’re trained on him. He imagines what it would feel like to leave delicate kisses all over Sungho’s face, trailing down his neck until he reaches his scent gland. In his fantasy, he nips at that area playfully, drawing a sultry moan from Sungho.
He’d then work his way down to Sungho’s chest, biting and sucking until his nipples would turn pink and puffy from the attention. He’s always wondered how sensitive Sungho’s tits are. Just the thought of it makes Taesan speed up his strokes.
He’d then spend time worshipping Sungho’s stomach. Taesan loves when Sungho wears crop tops and he gets a flash of his stomach. Sungho would look so sexy with a belly button piercing. He hopes the omega gets one someday.
Moving further down, his fantasies turn to Sungho’s pussy. He thinks about what it would look like and the taste of his slick. It’s heavenly, he’s sure of it. How would Sungho react to Taesan fingering him open while sucking on his clit? He wants to bury his face in the omega’s heat and eat him out until he’s a whimpering mess. He wants to memorize every sound that would come out of Sungho’s mouth, the delicious noises he would make as he reached his climax, all breathy whimpers and delicate whines.
Taesan fully loses himself in the fantasy, biting back a moan as he comes.
Taking a deep breath, he returns from his orgasmic high, and the reality of the situation truly settles in. He’s going to help Sungho through his heat. He can’t mess this up. This is about making Sungho feel comfortable and safe. It’s not about him and his feelings.
He can’t let Sungho or Jaehyun know his secret.
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Taesan didn’t know what to expect when he agreed to talk to Sungho and Jaehyun about this arrangement, but he wasn’t prepared for the couple to ask him to meet them at the team’s favorite post-practice ramyeon shop.
I’ll never think about this place the same again, Taesan laments to himself as he eats his noodles.
However, beyond the impending heat conversation, there is another crisis at hand: Sungho is now blonde.
He dyed it for promotions, mentioning it shyly after he notices Taesan staring. Now as they’re seated and eating, it’s taking all of Taesan’s strength to reach across the table and gently card his fingers through his hair.
After a few minutes of small talk, Sungho says, “Jaehyun told me you were open to potentially helping me through my heat?” His eyes are wide and earnest.
Taesan is very proud of himself for not choking on his noodles. “Um, yeah,” he replies, mentally hitting himself for how silly he sounds before adding on, “yes, I can help out.”
Taesan is not a virgin. While it is hard to date as an idol, it’s not impossible. He’s fooled around with betas and an omega once (who coincidentally had long hair and cat-like features); however, he’s never helped an omega through a heat. He knows it’s a deeply intimate experience. Omega heats typically last a day, and while an omega is more than capable of handling a heat on their own, it is usually more comfortable for them if they go through it with a trusted partner.
“Great! Thank you. I have a bunch of toys, dildos, vibrators,” Sungho continues, as if he was talking about the weather, and Taesan wants to smack his head against the table at the thought of how sexy Sungho would look pleasuring himself with a vibrator. He hopes all of his years practicing a nonchalant, unbothered facial expression is paying off right now.
“But, it still would be nice to have someone there with me, and well,” Sungho looks up at him through his eyelashes, “I trust you.”
Taesan is shocked he didn’t spontaneously combust, nodding in a way that he hopes conveys support and understanding totally not the superhuman levels of horniness and hormones whizzing through his body.
Sungho spends the rest of the meal walking Taesan through his regular heat procedure and boundaries. Mating bites are obviously off of the table, and Taesan completely understands. His inner wolf agrees, noting that if he and Sungho were to mate, he’d want to properly court the omega first.
He wonders if Jaehyun and Sungho plan on mating one day. He wonders how he would fit into the picture if that happened.
He shakes away the thought. Focus! This is about Sungho, not about you.
However, when Sungho mentions that knotting is okay, he notices the look of confusion on Taesan’s face. Knotting is usually an act reserved between romantic couples
“But only if you’re comfortable with it!” Sungho clarifies. “No pressure. I’ve found it makes my heats go easier.” The tips of his ears turn slightly pink. “Plus the company has me on superstrength birth control, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Uh, no, that’s fine. ” Taesan stutters. “Whatever makes it more comfortable for you, of course.”
Taesan is too enraptured by Sungho to notice that Jaehyun is watching the entire exchange with rapt attention, arms folded across his chest and a small smirk turning the corner of his mouth upwards.
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“What are you working on?”
Taesan startles at the voice. He looks up from the notebook he’d been jotting down song lyrics in to see Sungho standing in the practice room doorway.
The question is seemingly rhetorical as Sungho doesn’t wait for a response before stepping into the room and locking the door. He moves across the room in a few strides before gracefully sliding himself onto Taesan’s lap. He takes the notebook out of his hands and places it on the nearby table, and his arms come to rest on Taesan’s shoulder, fingers playing with strands of the alpha’s hair.
Taesan melts into the sensation of Sungho’s body heat and the rich, inviting scent that is surrounding him. Taking another breath, he notices that there's something more to the scent: it’s stronger, sweeter.
Sungho is in preheat.
Taesan manages to come up for air. “I-I thought your heat doesn’t start until tomorrow?” His hands hover around Sungho’s waist, unsure of what boundaries are at play here.
“Hmmm, I guess it came early. I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Sungho purrs, and to emphasize that point he starts slowly grinding down on Taesan’s crotch.
“Where is Jaehyun?” Taesan is proud of himself for managing to get that out when he’s hard and all he wants to do is have Sungho ride him until the chair breaks, thighs quivering and Taesan buried inside of him.
Sungho stops his movements and raises an eyebrow. “Why? Are you thinking about him?” Then he leans forward and murmurs in Taesan’s ear, “Do you wish he was here with us?”
“Uh-“ Taesan begins, his mind racing at the question and how he should answer it, but Sungho puts a finger up to his lips.
“Shhh, don’t worry about it. I get it. I want to show you something."
Sungho slips off of Taesan’s lap and turns his chair to face the center of the room. He unbuttons his pants slowly and slides them off, revealing lacy light blue panties. The smell of his slick, sweet and inviting, permeates the room, mixing with his scent in an alluring cocktail. Taesan sees a wet patch over his heat that’s turning the lace translucent, and his dick throbs at the sight. Sungho starts touching himself through the lace panties, massaging his clit.
“What do you think?” Sungho smirks, noticing Taesan’s unwavering gaze, mouth agape. “Do you like it?”
Taesan tries to say yes, or some super cool line that would have Sungho swooning, but that’s not what comes out.
“Holy shit. You’re so hot.”
Before Taesan can process how lame that was, Sungho giggles. “You’re funny. Come over here, I’ll let you help me take them off.”
Taesan, led by his desire, moves across the room until he’s standing behind Sungho. He rests his hand on Sungho’s hips, giving them a squeeze. Then he starts moving his fingers up and down Sungho’s sides, mapping the dip of his waist and every centimeter of skin. The action draws a shiver out from Sungho's body, and Taesan responds by pressing his hardon firmly into Sungho’s ass.
“You drive me crazy,” Taesan confesses, nuzzling Sungho’s neck before playfully nipping at the spot next to his scent gland, drawing out a whimper.
“Get on with it,” Sungho demands breathily, and, as always, Taesan complies. He places his hands at the top of Sungho’s panties, lace soft against his fingers.
However, just as he’s about to slowly slide them down, he feels a sudden falling sensation, like the ground beneath him is tilting. He squeezes his eyes shut, bracing for impact, but instead of hitting the ground, he’s sitting up in bed with a jolt, chest heaving and heart racing.
He tosses his comforter off in a haphazard manner and groans when he sees that his bedsheets are damp with sweat and precum. He places the palms of his hands over his eyes and lets out a deep exhale. He feels like he’s just been run over by a train.
Great, he thinks to himself. Now I’m going to have to wash his sheets in the middle of the night. Thank god Leehan continues to sleep like a rock and hasn’t noticed my increasingly nocturnal activities.
As Taesan is loading his sheets into the washer, he has one thought: Thursday will either be the death of him or the best day of his life.
If he were a betting man, he’d say both.
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Thursday arrives and Taesan finds himself knocking on Sungho’s door. He runs his hand through his hair nervously and adjusts the bag slung over his shoulder. He’s packed water bottles, a heating pad, cooling packs, and a few of Sungho’s favorite snacks. Sungho probably has all of this prepared, but Taesan felt rude showing up with nothing.
However, the longer he stands waiting outside the door, the more self-conscious he feels.
Stupid, he mentally chides himself. Sungho is going to think you’re insulting his own ability to take care of himself. Obviously he has all of these things already.
“Come in, I unlocked the door,” Sungho’s voice calls, pulling Taesan out of his thoughts.
Taesan slowly opens the door and steps inside, and he instantly feels his nerves calming down. He’s familiar with Sungho’s scent, but here it feels like being wrapped in a Sungho blanket, and he wants to curl up in the feeling forever.
The entire room speaks of Sungho. There are homey touches scattered throughout, comfortable throw blankets, warm lighting, but also everything is organized and has its place. Taesan is not surprised that even when his heat is approaching, Sungho finds time to fold his laundry and dust every surface.
His eyes land on Sungho sitting at his desk, back to Taesan. To the right of the desk is Sungho’s king-sized bed, and Taesan notices that he’s already built a nest. The sight fills his chest with warmth and he places his bag down gently before pulling out a few pieces of clothing.
“I, uh, brought the clothes like you asked.”
Sungho texted him the previous night requesting that he bring a few of his worn clothes to add to his nest for the heat duration. It’s good to have their scents mingling, he explained. Taesan had spent the following two hours selecting the perfect clothing worthy of Sungho’s nest.
Sungho turns around in his chair to face Taesan. He’s wearing a light blue silk robe, and his skin is flushed with symptoms of preheat.
“Thank you, Taesan! You can place it on the bed. I’ll add it to the nest.” Sungho beams and Taesan’s inner wolf wags its tail at the praise.
Taesan follows instructions and turns around to look at Sungho. “Is there anything else I can do right now for you?”
“Hmmm. I’m pretty sleepy right now, which is usually a sign my heat will be here in a few hours. What about we add your clothes to the nest and I’m going to take a nap, if you’d like to join me?”
Taesan agrees and helps Sungho add his clothes to the nest, taking extra care that everything is to the omega’s specifications. Once the nest receives Sungho’s nod of approval, he climbs into it, and the movement causes his robes to part and Taesan gets a flash of the meeting of his upper thighs. Taesan bites his lip, and exhales through his nose at the sight.
“Did you bring a change of pajamas?” Sungho wrinkles his nose from his cozy nest as he assesses the alpha’s jeans and flannel. “No outside clothes inside the nest. It messes with the scent.”
“Oh, yes I did. Let me get changed.” Taesan reaches into his backpack to grab his pajamas. He steps towards the door but is quickly interrupted.
“Where are you going?” Sungho pouts.
“To change in the bathroom?” Taesan offers, more as a confused question than a response.
“Just change here. It’s not like I’m not going to it all soon anyways,” Sungho says with finality and then lets out a big yawn, snuggling deeper into the blankets.
“I-yes, of course,” Taesan stutters. He strips down and puts on his pajamas, feeling the omega’s watchful gaze on him the entire time.
Once he’s finished changing, Sungho lifts the covers and invites Taesan into his nest. He gingerly crawls into the bed, careful to not disturb the intricate layout of clothing and blankets.
“Is it okay if we cuddle?” Sungho asks once Taesan has made himself comfortable.
“Of course,” Taesan replies, but his mind begins to turn. How close is too close to Sungho to invade his space? How close is too far away to make the omega feel lonely? What is the true definition of cuddling?
As if sensing his overthinking, Sungho scoots closer to Taesan until he is plastered against the alpha’s side, tucking his nose into his neck. The combination of Sungho’s scent and body warmth travels immediately south to his cock, and Taesan is all too aware of how close Sungho’s nose is to his scent gland.
Sungho furrows his brow. “Why are you wearing a scent patch?” He whines, poking at the offensive patch on his neck. “I can’t smell you at all.”
“Oh…” Taesan’s arm that isn’t being held hostage by Sungho drifts to his neck to touch the patch. “I wasn’t sure about your comfortability with the intensity of scents in your newest. I know it can be sometimes overwhelming for omegas in heat - not to lump you all together!” he clarifies.
Sungho’s eyes soften. “You are so sweet and considerate. But, still, take it off,” Sungho pokes again. “I want to smell you.”
Taesan obeys and takes off the scent patch. He hears Sungho purr in satisfaction before cuddling even closer, wrapping his arms around Taesan like an octopus and placing his head on the alpha’s chest.
“Is this okay?” He asks quietly, face practically buried in Taesan’s pecs.
“Of course.”
Sungho hums happily at the contact before sleep fully overtakes them both.
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“Taaaaaeesaaannnnn,” a voice coos in his ear. He scrunches his nose at the disturbance, and attempts to roll onto his side, but he’s stopped by a force that is keeping him on his back. Just as he’s about to groan and plead for five more minutes of sleep, his brain catches up with his body and his eyes snap open.
He turns his head quickly to scan Sungho. His signs of preheat have rolled straight into heat symptoms. The robe that had previously been tied around his waist is completely open. His pupils are dilated. His scent is intermixed with arousal. A pink flushed color tints his skin, and Taesan traces it with his eyes from his rosy cheeks to his chest, down his toned stomach, before resting on the meeting of his thighs.
Sensing his gaze, Sungho slowly opens his legs and Taesan’s breath hitches as he is met with the sight of Sungho’s pussy, his aroused folds wet with slick.
“Oh, good. You’re awake. I had to get started without you,” Sungho pouts. He inserts two fingers into his hole, biting his lip at the pleasuring sensation as he plays with himself. Taesan watches in awe as Sungho slowly removes his fingers after a few pumps, slick creating a web between his fingers.
“Open,” Sungho requests.
Taesan opens his mouth immediately, and Sungho slips his slick-covered fingers in. “Suck.”
Taesan wraps his lips around the fingers and begins to suck obediently.
“Do you like it?” Sungho asks, noticing the spike in Taesan’s scent. “Do you like how I taste?”
Taesan nods eagerly, and Sungho smirks before removing his fingers with a loud pop. He then fully unties his robe, tossing the silk to the end of the bed. Taesan notices a wet patch on the silk from where the fabric must’ve been clinging to the slick running down Sungho’s thighs. It takes a lot of mental strength to stop his inner alpha from commanding him to chase after the fallen garment and stick his nose in the slick patch like a pervert.
“Please,” Taesan rasps, not caring how desperate he sounds. Sungho’s scent has wrapped around him like a leash, and he’s happy to be led.
Sungho understands what Taesan needs from that singular word.
“Since you’re being a good alpha I’ll let you choose: do you want me sitting on your face or on my back?”
If Taesan had not been marinating in Sungho’s heat scent for hours, that question and phrasing would’ve thrown him into a mental tailspin, but at this point all that’s coursing through his veins is fiery desire.
“Back.” He wants to watch Sungho’s expression as he dips his tongue into his hole for the first time. His inner alpha is repeating serve your omega, serve Sungho like a mantra.
They adjust so Sungho is laying on his back, head on a pillow at the top of the bed and a smaller pillow underneath his hips while Taesan is in between his thighs.
After making sure Sungho is comfortable, Taesan presses his tongue flat against his folds, teasing at the entrance.
Sungho squirms at the contact. “Get on with it,” he whines.
Taesan slowly inserts his first finger, monitoring Sungho’s expressions carefully. Sungho is tight and wet, and Taesan’s cock is leaking and fully erect at the sight and sensation alone. He spends time gently pumping the finger in and out, and after a few minutes he inserts his second fingers and curves upwards. An obscene, wet, squelching sound fills the room.
“That. Please. More.” Sungho's eyes are screwed shut and his hands are gripping the bedsheets.
Watching Sungho keen at every movement of his hand or mouth brings Taesan’s inner wolf great pride. He’s even stopped correcting his wolf when it says his omega for the time being, fully lost in the pleasure.
One orgasm is coaxed out of Sungho, and then another, all while Taesan eagerly services him from in between his legs. Soon, three orgasms go by before Sungho tires for the time being, requesting more cuddles, which Taesan happily complies with after cleaning them both up. He spoons Sungho, longer limbs are draped over his smaller frame, back to chest. His hardon is flush against Sungho’s ass, and the omega seems to enjoy the sensation, rubbing up against it teasingly, drawing out deep rumbles from Taesan’s chest.
“Thank you,” Sungho murmurs.
“Hmm? For what?”
“For helping me today. Thank you. I know it’s a big ask. I don’t take this lightly.”
“Of course.”
“You say that a lot…of course.”
Taesan blushes. “Oh, do I? I didn’t realize...”
Sungho turns around in Taesan’s arms so they are facing each other, noses brushing. “You do. I like it,” he says tenderly.
“Well, I’ll keep saying it then.”
Sungho hums, content with that response. “We should shower.”
Taesan untangles himself from Sungho’s embrace and heads to the private bathroom connected to his room and turns on the shower. Once the water adjusts to a comfortable temperature, he steps back into the bedroom.
“The shower is ready.”
Sungho is still laying in bed, hair mussed and sheets pulled up so only his eyes are visible. “Carry me?”
Taesan moves across the room and gently scoops Sungho out of bed and into his arms. Sungho winds his arms around Taesan’s neck and lets his head rest on his shoulder.
Once in the shower, the sleepy Sungho from mere seconds ago disappears. Taesan is reaching to grab the shampoo, but he's interrupted by Sungho pressing him against the shower wall, eyes glinting and his hand caressing Taesan’s inner thigh.
“I want you to fuck my mouth.”
So Taesan has his first orgasm of the day, back pressed against the tiled wall while Sungho deep throats his entire length, lips red and swollen. Taesan’s vision goes white as he comes down his throat, hands threaded through Sungho’s blonde hair.
“Holy shit,” He pants, watching Sungho swallow. It’s really gonna happen. I’m going to die tonight. Die of horniness. And I’m not even mad about it.
After washing up, they return to bed and alternate between fucking and napping.
At some point, Sungho wiggles until he’s got Taesan pinned to the bed, his two hands resting flat on Taesan’s stomach. He lines up his entrance with Taesan’s length and starts teasing with shallow bounces.
“Ah! Fuck-” Taesan groans, and his hands scramble to find Sungho’s hips.
Taking the hint, Sungho slowly sits down. As Taesan enters Sungho’s warm wet heat he has to concentrate on not popping his knot at the sinfully lewd and wet noise alone.
Sungho leans forward more, moving his hands up so they’re Taesan’s chest, and he starts moving.
“Uh! Uh!” Sungho whimpers, leaning down until his face is close to Taesan’s. His hair stuck to his forehead with a thin layer of sweat. His nipples are red and puffy from Taesan biting and sucking them all evening.
Taesan wishes he could kiss him, but that’s a boundary they have not crossed.
“Please,” Sungho cries out, “I want it, please. Give it to me.” He clenches around Taesan, drawing out a moan. “I want your knot.”
Taesan can feel heat rise from the faint red marks crisscrossing his back back where Sungho was gripping onto him earlier as he fucked him into the mattress. He wishes the marks would never fade.
“You want it?” Taesan grunts.
“Yes!” Sungho is almost begging.
“Take it, it’s yours.”
At those words, Sungho increases his motions, losing his rhythm in favor of speed and sensation.
“Fuck, Sungho-” Taesan lets out a deep moan as he feels his knot form and edge its way into Sungho’s entrance. His vision turns white for as the sensation of total completeness washes over him. He refocuses a few seconds later on Sungho who is now fully lying on his chest, head tucked under his chin.
“You okay? Are you comfortable?” Taesan asks, carding his fingers through Sungho’s hair.
Sungho nods and responds softly, voice spent. “I wanna stay like this until your knot goes down.”
“Of course.”
Sungho’s breathing starts slowing down, a sign he’s drifting off to sleep
In the stretching silence Taesan’s mind wanders.
He wonders if Jaehyun ever cuddles with Sungho like this. He wonders what noises Sungho makes for Jaehyun. He wonders what the two of them look like together, bodies twisted in the same sheets he’s currently laying on.
I love you, Taesan thinks to himself as he looks at Sungho’s sleeping form. Pandora's box inside his heart is fully cracked open, and everything he tries to suppress takes flight.
Love. Desire. Hope.
He thinks, I love you. I love you. I love your laugh. I love when you pout. I love the crinkles around your eyes when you smile. I love your thoughtfulness. I love your voice. I love you even though you’ll never be mine. But you don’t belong to anyone. Not me. Not Jaehyun. Not our fans. You belong to yourself and that’s what makes you so radiant.
“I love you,” Taesan has the courage to whisper as a confession to Sungho’s sleeping form.