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Inn has just stepped out of the shower, freshly changed into a t-shirt and comfortable pants, his hair still a little damp. He stands by the bedroom window, phone held against his ear, listening to his mother go on and on about the birthday party plans.
"By the way, Mom," Inn says, cutting into her monologue about seating arrangements. "Ongsa told me that you barely considered his suggestions for the party. Could you try to include him?"
"I did," she says defensively. "I even invited him over."
"I’m told that you took all of Ek's suggestions instead and ignored Ongsa's."
"I didn't ignore them. We're still in the beginning stages. We'll consider his ideas too."
"He's my husband, and he just joined our family, Ma." Inn points out patiently but also firmly in emphasizing the fact. "Let's try to make him feel included."
There is a pause on the other end, then she sighs. "Alright, alright. I hear you. I'll call him and hear his ideas again."
"Thank you." Inn says softly to placate her.
"What does it matter anyway when you barely care about your own party? Year after year, it's the same thing, begging you to take it seriously."
Inn glances toward the bathroom door, where he can hear the shower still running. Ongsa is in there now. "A happy omega makes a happy home," he says, and of course he doesn’t add that for the love of all things good and sacred, he is just a man trying to make his husband happy so he can get some love, romance and love-making around here.
For what feels like a millennium, his mother catches him up on a few other matters before they hang up.
As soon as Inn gets off the call, a monotone voice asks, "Who were you talking to?"
Inn startles and turns around to find Ongsa standing there, looking at him with a straight face. His hair is damp, his skin still flushed from the shower, and he is wearing one of his silk pyjamas.
Inn looks him up and down. "Were you... how long have you been there? I should put a bell on you."
He turns fully to face Ongsa. "Mom was catching me up on my birthday plans. I told her to consider your ideas."
Ongsa's eyes light up with surprise. "You did?"
"You seemed unhappy about getting ignored, so..." Inn shrugs.
Apart from a few habits that irritate him, he realizes that Inn actually makes quite the good husband. This continues to be the most unexpected revelation for him in this marriage.
He clears his throat. "I'm ready to see that room."
Inn points at Ongsa’s pajamas, “And if you’re not having sex with any time soon, you should stop wearing this to bed. Just cruel.”
Ongsa’s jaw drops, his gaze following Inn who proceeds to walk away.
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“Thought you’d changed your mind about ever showing him that place.” Khun Hana tells Inn when he goes to get a key from her. She’s just about to clock out for the day.
“I kind of did to be honest. Ongsa has been asking questions, and you know he’s not the type to take no for an answer.”
“Well, good luck.” She pats Inn’s the arm, “I hope you’ll still be married tomorrow when I clock in.”
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Inn leads Ongsa down the hallway to a door that Ongsa has passed a hundred times without ever questioning. Inn unlocks it, and opens the door.
Ongsa steps inside, and his jaw drops for the second time tonight.
The room is larger than he expected, and it is filled with things he has only ever see in passing, things he never imagined he would see up close, never imagined his new husband would be into, never imagined would exist in his own home.
BDSM equipment.
The bed in the center is large, with black silk sheets, four sturdy posts with metal rings attached at the top and bottom. Against one wall, a collection of paddles and floggers hang neatly on hooks, arranged by size, like works of art in a gallery.
On another wall, ropes and cuffs and silks in various colors, draped perfectly. A St. Andrew's cross stands in one corner, a spanking bench in another, and a cabinet with glass doors reveals a collection of toys and implements that Ongsa cannot even name.
The lighting is dim and warm, and the air smells like leather and something else, something that makes Ongsa's stomach flip.
He moves slowly, shock propelling him forward even as his mind screams at him to stop. One foot moves in front of the other, almost on its own, and his hands reach out before he can think. He touches a leather cuff hanging from a hook, his fingers smoothing over the stitching, the smoothness of the leather, and the metal on the buckle.
He shudders, thinking about Inn- his husband- with other men up here, using this stuff, and he is appalled. He pictures Inn using any of this- on someone else, even on him- and his brain short-circuits.
He opens a drawer in the cabinet, then immediately closes it. Too much. He turns to the spanking bench, running his fingers along the padded leather, then pulls his hand back like he has been burned. He steps toward the cross, tilting his head, trying to understand how it works, what it is for, who would use it and why. Just….why?
Everywhere he looks, there is something new. Something shocking. Something that makes his pulse race and his omega stir in ways he refuses to acknowledge.
Inn watches him, feeling a sense of satisfaction. His chest puffs up, and he crosses his arms. "You're not the only one with crazy surprises and secrets to bring to this marriage."
Ongsa doesn’t even hear him or the sarcasm, too shocked and distracted. "When did this start?" he whispers, almost to himself.
Inn leans against the doorframe, braced for the questions he knows are coming. "A few years ago."
"How long have you been into this?"
"Since my early twenties."
Ongsa turns to look at him. “How did it start?”
Inn shrugs a shoulder, “An ex introduced it to me and…I got into it.”
“How long did you date that person for?”
“A little over a year.”
“Why did you break up? Did it get boring?”
“We had other issues outside the bedroom.”
Ongsas eyes narrow at Inn, the way he’s giving answers but also a bit vague at the same time. Ongsa let’s that go for now and asks something else, "How many people have you had up here?"
Inn's expression flickers. "Does it matter?"
"I asked."
"I haven't brought anyone here in a while. I lost the zeal for it."
"How many?"
Inn shakes his head. "I'm not telling you that. It'll upset you for nothing."
Ongsa's jaw tightens, but he lets it go also for now. He walks to the cabinet, peering at the contents. "If you’re no longer into this, why do you still have this room?"
"You’re not expected to indulge in any of this, if that's what you're asking."
"How could you not tell me, Phi?"
"Because it's not something you just bring up over dinner." Inn pushes off the doorframe and walks toward him. "And because I didn't know how you'd react. Okay so we were both faking somehow before we got married."
Ongsa can’t deny that. He realizes he shouldn’t be throwing stones in this glass house, despite how utterly rattling this revelation is. He turns to face Inn again, "Have you ever been a sub in this scenario?"
Inn shakes his head.
Ongsa quickly asks a follow-up question, "Would you like to be?"
Inn's eyes dilate, a kind of a spark flickering in them. "Why do you ask?"
"I'm curious about your tastes."
Inn takes another step closer. "Would you be open to something like this? Do you have any kinks I should know about?"
"I'm not answering that."
"Why not?"
"Because you won't share either. You didn’t tell me how many people you’ve had in here."
Inn regards him for a long moment, then concedes. Give and take. "Five."
"Five?"
"Now you."
Ongsa looks down. "I haven't been with anyone. So off the top of my head, no I don’t have any kinks that I know of."
Inn's eyebrows lift. "No one at all?"
Ongsa looks back up with a small frown, “Did you think otherwise?”
Inn gives that some thought, “Maybe.”
They are both silent for a little moment as Ongsa looks around the room again.
"Will you let me share your heat? When it comes?" Inn breaks the silence
“Would you share your heat with me?”
“You’re my partner.”
Ongsa almost admires the trust Inn has in him, answering like that in a heartbeat, "That's such a vulnerable time. I'm not sure I trust anyone that much yet."
Inn steps closer still. "You promised to try."
For a second, Ongsa’s usual sass fades and gives way to a vulnerability. "I really wish I were different…. Soft and submissive…. but alas, I'm just a product of my upbringing."
Inn's voice is gentle. "I'm not asking you to be soft or submissive."
"No?"
"I rather like that you're a brat." Inn reaches up and cups Ongsa's chin, tilting his face up. "It'll be fun taming you."
"Taming me?" Ongsa repeats, a small smile playing on his lips. He glances around the room. "In here? Spank the sass out of me?"
Inn glances around the room, his eyes moving over the equipment in a way that makes Ongsa's stomach flip. Then his gaze comes back to Ongsa, full of intent, and hunger, and want.
"I don't need this stuff anymore," Inn says slowly, "but you're giving me ideas."
Ongsa's pulse stutters. "Ideas like?"
Inn's lips curve into a slow, sultry smile. He steps closer, and Ongsa can feel the heat radiating from his body, his scent spiking and enveloping Ongsa in it. His omega is purring, wanting just as much, his heart racing.
"I'm thinking," Inn says, his voice low, "About what I could do to you in this room."
Ongsa swallows. "Like what?"
Inn takes another step forward, and Ongsa doesn’t back away. "I'm thinking about those silk ropes." He gestures toward the wall. "I could tie your wrists to those posts… and watch you squirm. See how long you could hold out before you start begging me to give you more."
Ongsa's omega stirs, hot and interested in the image Inn is creating in his head, and he hates how much the words affect him. He tries to cling to come semblance of his own pride, "I don't beg."
"You would." Inn's voice is confident and teasing. "Everyone begs eventually. Especially brats like you."
Ongsa looks indignant, but his body betrays him when a shiver runs down his spine, and his scent sweetens, just slightly. Inn notices this and smirks.
"Imagine that bench," Inn continues, nodding toward the spanking bench in the corner. "I could bend you over it, your ass in the air, and using my hand until you're pink and gasping. Then maybe a paddle. Something with a little more bite."
Ongsa's cheeks flush. His heart is pounding so hard he can hear it in his ears. "You wouldn't."
Inn never even imagined that Ongsa would react this way to this stuff. He can’t even believe his luck right now.
"I would." Inn steps closer still, close enough that their chests are almost touching. "I'm thinking about that cross, too. Strapping you to it, spread out, completely at my mercy. Taking my time with you….finding out exactly what makes you swallow your pride and moan, what makes you scream."
Ongsa's body reacts before his mind can catch up, his hips jerk, his thighs pressing together, and a soft, involuntary moan escapes his lips. His omega is howling, so hungry, and he can’t stop the heat that pools in his belly.
The heat in Inn’s eyes burns hotter. He reaches out and cups Ongsa's chin, tilting his face up. "You like that idea." It’s a statement.
"I didn't say that."
"You didn't have to." Inn's thumb traces Ongsa's lower lip. "Your scent says everything…this look in your eye."
Ongsa should pull away or push Inn back right now, tell him to stop, remind him that they are not there yet, that he is not ready. But his body is doing its own thing, leaning in, drawn to Inn like a magnet, and his omega is content and eager.
"What else?" Ongsa whispers, and he doesn’t know why he asks when he really shouldn’t want to know.
Inn's smile widens. "I'd probably use the flogger on your thighs, your back, watching the marks bloom on your skin. About kissing them better afterward." He leans in, his lips brushing Ongsa's ear. "I'm thinking about making you come just from that. Just from the sting and the pleasure and my voice in your ear. Hell, I think you’re making me get into this stuff again."
Ongsa shudders. His hands come up to grip Inn's shirt, and he does not know if he is trying to push him away or pull him closer.
"You're considering it too," Inn murmurs. "I can tell." Inn pulls back just enough to look into Ongsa's eyes. What are you afraid of, Ongsa?"
Ongsa can’t answer. His throat is tight, his mind is racing, and his body is on fire. He does wants this. Badly even, and he hates himself for it.
Ongsa is afraid, of how much I want this. It’s hard for him to explain.
Inn sees the uncertainty in Ongsa’s eyes and releases his chin, stepping back and giving Ongsa space. "We don't have to do anything tonight. I'm just... sharing my thoughts."
Ongsa looks at Inn, seeing the heat still simmering in his eyes, thinking about all the filthy promises Inn just made to him. He thinks about Inn's hands on him, Inn's voice in his ear, Inn taking him apart piece by piece.
His omega whimpers, having never been this turned on before.
Inn takes another step, and Ongsa takes one back, his legs hitting the edge of the bed. He sits down, and Inn follows, standing over him, looking down with those hungry eyes.
Inn leans down further and slowly- giving Ongsa room to push away- then he presses his lips lightly against Ongsa’s. Then Inn tilts his head and deepens the kiss, and Ongsa's brain empties of everything else. Inn's lips are warm, slightly chapped, and they move against Ongsa's with a confidence that makes Ongsa's head spin. Ongsa gasps against Inn's mouth, and Inn takes advantage, his tongue sliding past Ongsa's lips, tasting, exploring.
Ongsa clutches at Inn's shoulders, his fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. Inn's hands find Ongsa's waist, fingers splaying wide, and he pulls Ongsa closer against him. Ongsa sucks on Inn's lower lip, and Inn groans, giving Ongsa such a high. Oh the power in making his alpha moan.
Inn nips at Ongsa's upper lip, teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and Ongsa moans, the sound swallowed by Inn's mouth. Their tongues stroke together, slick and warm, and Ongsa feels like he is drowning, like he never wants to come up for air.
Inn's hands slide down to Ongsa's hips, and he pushes gently, guiding Ongsa back onto the bed. Ongsa goes willingly, his body arching up, his legs spreading naturally to accommodate Inn's weight as he settles on top of him, one leg between Ongsa's thighs.
Inn captures Ongsa's wrists and pins them above his head, his fingers wrapping around them loosely, and resumes kissing him. Ongsa moans into the kiss, his hips lifting involuntarily, and Inn's knee presses between his legs, rocking gently.
Pleasure courses through Ongsa and his hips begin to move on their own, grinding against Inn's leg. He is lost, completely lost, drowning in the taste of Inn's mouth and the scent of their combined desire. His omega is howling, and his body is on fire, and he can’t think or breathe evenly.
Inn is no different. His alpha is raging, desperate to claim, to mark, to make Ongsa his forever. He kisses Ongsa like he is starving, like Ongsa is the only thing that can satisfy him, and he rocks his knee harder, feeling Ongsa's hips buck against him.
Inn’s hands cup his butt and tug, bringing their aching pelvises closer. Ongsa moans loudly, grinding down against him.
He's muttering now, words he doesn't even recognize, because he's so far gone. All he can feel is Inn's mouth and hands and the burning need building inside him.
Ongsa breaks the kiss with a gasp, his back arching, and then he suddenly it comes. It creeps up on him out of nowhere and it’s so overwhelming and so good. So, so good. He cries out, his body shuddering, and Inn watches him, amazed and almost running mad with want.
For a moment, Ongsa is floating, lost in the aftermath, his mind blank and his body buzzing.
Then reality crashes back in.
He just came. From kissing, and grinding against Inn's leg like a desperate teenager.
And the worst part, the part that makes his face burn and his omega purr with shameless satisfaction, is that Inn watched him fall apart, and now he is looking at Ongsa with knowing eyes, a smile curving his lips.
Ongsa has never been so humiliated in his life in this sense. At the same time, he has never wanted anyone so much.