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“Yo, Marr! You seen my striped shirt?” Donghyuck yelled through Mark’s bedroom door. He punctuated the question with several loud knocks.
He promised to meet Jaemin in the gym like, he glanced down at his watch, fuck, five minutes ago. Now he was running late and he couldn’t find his designated “gym shirt” anywhere.
Not to be confused with his blue “sleep shirt” which was also missing. And his pink “I’m hungover and not stepping one foot outside the apartment” shirt, also missing.
“Mark! Hello!? I know you’re in there, stop ignoring me!” He kept knocking. One of the things that Donghyuck was really good at in this life was being unignorable.
Right when he was about to start really slamming on the door, it whipped open, revealing his disheveled roommate. His hair, cut short recently, was rumpled like he’d been snuggled up in bed and his clothes were all askew. He was only wearing one sock.
“What!? What’s wrong!?” Mark asked breathily. His eyes widened when they dipped below Donghyuck’s neck. “Dude, put a shirt on!”
Donghyuck groaned. “That’s my problem! I can’t find my gym shirt anywhere! You know, the gray and black striped one?”
Mark glanced at Donghyuck’s chest quickly, flush creeping up his neck, before pointedly looking at the ceiling. Always a prude. “Did you check your laundry?”
“Yes.”
“The machine?”
“Yes!”
“Under your bed?”
“Ugh, hyung! I checked everywhere and now I’m running late and Jaemin is gonna be pissed! He’s on his mood this week, I am not trying to piss him off, fuck.” Donghyuck held his head in his hands and groaned.
“I don’t know bro, sorry. I’ll keep an eye out.” Mark shrugged and went to close his door, but Donghyuck’s hand reached out to grab it before it could shut.
“Let me borrow a shirt.”
“What!? Dude.”
“Come on! I don’t have another clean gym shirt right now, please.” Donghyuck whined and shook his shoulders, made his whole body wiggle like he was being electrocuted.
It worked.
“Fine. Just this once.” Mark rolled his eyes. When Donghyuck moved to open follow him, Mark shot his hand out to stop him but accidentally hit his roommate square in his (bare) chest. Mark jumped back like he’d been shocked. Rude. “Wait, wait, don’t come in here…uh, just stay there one second. Don’t come in.”
The door slammed in Donghyuck’s face. Weird. He’d seen Mark’s room in disarray too many times to count, why so secretive now?
The door whipped open again, and Mark shoved a white shirt in his hands. “Okay here. Don’t tell anybody it’s mine.” The door slammed behind him.
Donghyuck couldn’t help but make an offended sound, pouting as he pulled Mark’s shirt over his head.
“I love you, too!” The alpha yelled through Mark’s closed door.
Even though it was fresh from the wash, the omega’s scent still clung to it. When he stepped out of the apartment, Donghyuck held the shirt to his nose and breathed deep.
—-
When Donghyuck made it to the gym, slightly out of breath from jogging the entire way, the first thing out of Jaemin’s mouth was “Why are you wearing Mark-hyung’s shirt?”
Donghyuck gave him a pointed look. The omega just smiled, tilted his chin down and hit him with his signature, creepy, supernatural smile.
“Ah hah. Mark-hyung wants everyone to keep their hands off, huh?”
“Shut up, you know it’s not like that,” Donghyuck grumbled. It wasn’t like that, but he wished it was. He should’ve known that rooming with an omega was bound to stir up complicated feelings, no matter how long they’d been friends, no matter how much he didn’t buy into any of that second gender typism bullshit.
But rooming with Mark the past year or so had…changed things. At least for him. In ways that were hard to ignore. They’d been friends for years, Donghyuck had even introduced Mark to his last ex, like things were overwhelmingly platonic. Until. Donghyuck sighed internally. Until his dumb alpha brain decided to fixate on his omega roommate after moving in, until his heart followed suit immediately after. He was pathetic, truly.
Jaemin waggled his eyebrows at Donghyuck in the mirror as he began some despondent stretching. Donghyuck scoffed at him, rolled his eyes. The omega stepped beside him to start some smug 12kg curls. Donghyuck rolled his eyes harder.
“Jesus, you’re a machine.” Donghyuck walked over to the weight rack and picked up some perfectly fine 7kg weights.
“My Jeno likes me strong, I’m trying to build more mass,” Jaemin grunted. Sometimes Donghyuck regretted latching onto him as a gym buddy because it made him look pathetic. He didn’t care that the omega could lift more than him, that wasn’t the issue, it was the fact that Jaemin always looked like he was ready for a photoshoot when he did it. “Mark likes big guys, you need to catch up if you want to get his attention.”
“Thanks, Minjae. Real nice.”
“I’m just saying baby, last guy he hooked up with was Johnny.”
“Thank you.”
“And he’s always feeling up guys’ arms at the bar, that’s like his signature flirting tactic.”
“Yeah, I know,” Donghyuck couldn’t help but say it sourly.
He knew all too well. Saw Mark run his hands over Daniel’s arms a few weeks back, saw him turn his coochie eyes on him. He smelled him, in fact. Smelled the signals of desire and want he put out to envelope the two of them. It made Donghyuck feel violently ill, it also got him in some nice omega’s bed that night in an attempt to wipe the scene from his memory. It didn’t really work, to be honest.
“Maybe he likes scrawny alphas too, who knows. I guess Yuta wasn’t as buff. No wait, I mean, he was definitely toned…” Jaemin put the weight down on the bench beside him and picked up his phone. “No, yeah, Yuta’s like ripped in lowercase. See?”
And then he was shoving Yuta’s thirst traps in Donghyuck’s face with an aura of evil.
“Jaemin! Knock it off! Why are you trying to make me feel bad about myself right now?”
Jaemin just cooed at him. “Oh baby! I’m sorry! Did I hurt your big alpha ego?”
The rest of their gym time together was spent with Donghyuck in a perpetual pout, and Jaemin shoving pictures of all of Mark’s exes and one night stands in his face.
But maybe Jaemin knew what he was doing, because Donghyuck had never had a more productive time at the gym. He felt motivated. Maybe that’s because Jaemin knew how to tap into the alpha mind. Get him thinking about the competition for Mark’s hand and pump some real iron.
He felt so amped he actually took some mirror selfies. Rolled the sleeves up on his (Mark’s) shirt, zoomed in on his bicep that, with Jaemin’s help, had been getting more and more defined.
Donghyuck sent the picture to Mark, with an innocuous text that read thanks for the shirt hyung!(The only response Mark gave was a passive aggressive thumbs up emoji.)
But maybe it wasn’t just Jaemin’s weirdly perceptive way of motivating him that had him tapping into his brute alpha strength. Maybe it was also his hyung’s shirt, the way it carried the lowest levels of his scent, the way that Donghyuck could smell how his own blended with Mark’s as he worked out.
It might have also been that. Just a little bit
—-
Donghyuck put some grilled meat on Mark’s plate wordlessly, piling up piece after piece while his own plate sat empty. It was a habit. Mark didn't even bother keeping eyes on the grill when they went out, so used to Donghyuck’s tendency to dote and coddle. Sure, he had an instinctual desire to take care of the other omegas in their little unofficial pack, and he did, he was a great friend. But…Mark ignited his alpha instincts to an almost comical level. It was embarrassing sometimes.
Mark scoffed and used his chopsticks to move two of the pieces onto Donghyuck’s plate, picked up a thick slice of kimchi and added it for good measure.
“You need to eat, too,” he chastised quietly, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Donghyuck tried to contain his own smile, keeping their little moment private. He huffed happily, and nestled his head onto Mark’s shoulder. Liked being so close to his roommate’s vibrating scent, breathed in his signals of content.
“Donghyuck’s really been making gains at the gym,” Jaemin announced, interrupting the flow of conversation. At his name, Donghyuck perked up, begrudgingly lifted his head from Mark’s broad shoulder. All of a sudden too aware of the friends that surrounded them. “I mean, it’s all because of me, but still, I’m very proud of him.”
They and their friends, all seven of them, had taken residence in a comfy corner booth at their favorite bbq spot for their weekly “family dinner.” And Jaemin, for some reason unknown to Donghyuck at this moment, had been his unprompted, unasked, uncalled for…wingman?
He made sure Donghyuck sat next to Mark by barking at Chenle when they got to the table. It was weird. Jaemin had waggled his eyebrows at Donghyuck (why were they always waggling?) as if no one else could see, which made him sink into the cracked leather and pull his hood over his messy hair.
“Good job, hyung!” Jisung gave an enthusiastic thumbs up. Donghyuck tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace. He appreciated the young alpha’s support, but he knew what Jaemin was up to. And it was fucking embarrassing.
“You’re such a good trainer, Nana.” Jeno rubbed the back of Jaemin’s neck, and served him his devastating puppy-dog smile.
“Thank you baby,” Jaemin said. The tone was too sweet for public decency. “Mark, you should feel Donghyuck’s bicep.”
Mark jerked in response, not expecting the conversation to be directed his way. “Huh?” He looked incredulous. And uncomfortable.
“Donghyuck has been working out. You should feel his arms.” Now he was using his kindergarten teacher voice.
“What?” Mark laughed uncomfortably. “Why am I the one who has to do it?”
“I’ll do it!” Chenle loudly offered. He stood up and began to reach over the table, having been forced to sit next to Jeno per Jaemin’s orders. But Jaemin just smacked his hand away.
“No! Mark is closest. Mark, feel his arm.”
“I’m good.” Mark inched away from Donghyuck and avoided eye contact.
“This is so stupid,” Renjun rolled his eyes and reached over to feel up Donghyuck’s arm through his hoodie. Jaemin let it happen, but obviously wasn’t pleased about it. “Well, flex or something Donghyuck, seriously.”
With rosy cheeks and eyes squeezed shut, he flexed his arm underneath the omega’s small hand. Renjun’s eyebrows shot up and his mouth dropped open. Overly dramatic.
“Whoa! Jaemin wasn’t lying!” He continued to squeeze up and down Donghyuck’s arm. “Finally becoming a proper alpha.”
“Renjun, you wound me. You, of all people, know how much of an alphaI am.” He shrugged him off.
Renjun whacked Donghyuck on the arm and sat back down in his seat.
“That was two years ago, asshole.”
“Best you ever had.”
“You fucking wish.”
Donghyuck stuck his tongue out. Renjun did the same. Chenle and Jeno laughed brightly. Jisung grimaced. Jaemin glared at Donghyuck for ruining the moment he was trying to orchestrate.
Mark excused himself to the bathroom.
Donghyuck watched him leave, swore he smelled his scent go stormy and sour. Which was weird. Donghyuck helping Renjun through his heat one single time out of desperation and necessity (on Renjun’s part) was their friends’...roman empire. Constant joke fodder that everyone turned to to get the two play bickering. Mark had even joked about it before!
Weird.
But when Mark came back from the bathroom he acted like nothing happened. And Donhyuck would have believed it if Mark had looked in his direction a single time the rest of the dinner.
—-
Donghyuck woke up the next morning to Mark burning eggs.
In his socks and pajama pants and nothing else (he couldn’t find his sleep shirt!) he scrambled into the kitchen, still groggy from sleep.
“Hyung! What are you doing!?” He tore the pan out of Mark’s grip and off the burner, grabbed a towel and quickly swiped some of the broken egg off the electric burner. Smoke was billowing from the pan, he slammed a lid on top of it, grimacing when he stepped on an egg shell.
Mark had taken a few steps back and put his hands up. “Sorry! I’m sorry! I was…I was just trying to make you some breakfast.”
Donghyuck turned around, lifted his eyebrows. “Make me breakfast?”
“Well, yeah.” Mark avoided his gaze, rubbed his neck. He was still in his pajamas, had his clunky black glasses on, hair all askew. Adorable. “I don’t know…just wanted to do it. You always make me breakfast.”
“Yeah, because you can’t cook to save your life.”
Mark pouted. It was a ridiculously cute pout. Donghyuck hated it (loved it) when he pouted. He was just so…kissable. Donghyuck groaned internally. He was down bad.
“I was just trying to do something nice for you or something, I guess.”
Donghyuck couldn’t help but smile, and knocked his shoulders into Mark’s. “You eating the breakfast I make is something nice for me.”
Mark went to bat at Donghyuck’s chest, but tucked his hand under his armpit once he got a centimeter away from his bare chest. He cleared his throat.
“Sorry I woke you up.”
Donghyuck grinned and shrugged. “I needed to get up anyway. You want pancakes?”
Mark returned his grin sheepishly. “That sounds great, actually.”
—-
On Friday morning, Donghyuck groaned into his closet. Not again! Was the washing machine eating his clothes or something!? He had just, just done a whole load, had folded each piece and meticulously put them away, but he was still missing like…five shirts.
Five shirts that he loved, that were very important to him, that were worn-in perfectly. Do you know how long it takes to get a shirt worn-in perfectly? To that beautiful point of softness and give? It was one of Donghyuck’s biggest pleasures in life.
His sleep shirt, his hangover shirt, his gym shirt, and now his Friday shirt (don’t judge) and his other sleep shirt.
This was getting out of control.
He stomped out to the living room. Mark was typing away on his laptop, sprawled out across the couch.
“Mark! I think I’m going crazy,” he got on his hands and knees to look under the couch. Mark sat up and lifted his foot off the carpet to give him space.
“What are you doing!?”
Donghyuck hit the floor with his fist, hard.
“My clothes keep disappearing! I can’t find my lucky Friday shirt anywhere, I swear I looked everywhere.”
“Oh, uh. Do you want me to help you find it?”
Donghyuck looked up from where he had laid face-down on the carpet.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Yeah, dude, of course.”
Donghyuck laid despondent on the ground while Mark moved around, he listened to the sounds of his socked feet patter on the wood flooring, doors creaking open.
And then he was hit in the face, by his favorite Friday cozy time shirt. He sat up and clutched it to his chest.
“Hyung! I love you! Where was it?”
Mark laughed. His nervous one.
“Um, haha, I found it in my room? I must’ve grabbed it by accident or something. My bad.”
—-
Later that day, Renjun came over to bicker over reality TV and snuggle and soak up his alpha pheromones, a very regular thing that Mark had witnessed and joined in on many times. It was all platonic, Renjun didn’t have a mate right now and needed some hormonal balancing every so often, Mark should understand that more than anyone in their friend group.
But instead of chatting with them when he got home from work like he usually did, or taking a turn to wrap his own arms around Renjun and basking in the idiocy of whatever dumb show they’d put on, he’d taken one look at them spooning on the couch and had locked himself in his room.
More like he had slammed the door, and then locked himself in his room.
They had scent blockers on their door frames put up when they moved in, to try and make the alpha-omega roommates things work, which meant that even though they couldn’t necessarily smell what was up…it was obvious something was agitating him.
“What’s his problem?” Renjun asked. The omega sat up, put his socked feet on the floor, and raised his arms over his head to stretch his spine. Donghyuck tried to tickle under his armpit. Renjun jerked away and tried to poke his kidney. “Are you two fighting or something?”
“Or something.” Donghyuck ran his hands through his hair. He stretched too, without sitting up, arms and legs going up and out.
“Ooh, big stretch.”
Mark was being weird. Had been weird for a couple of weeks now. Moody. Swinging from sweet and more affectionate than usual in the privacy of their apartment to steaming or sullen whenever they were in public together. He’d go from being the center of Mark’s attention at home, and then completely ignored when they were together with their friends.The alpha always felt like he was doing the wrong thing, saying the wrong thing, that Mark was embarrassed of him for some reason.
Donghyuck had no idea what was setting him off.
“I don’t know. I don’t think so? He tried to make me breakfast this week.”
Renjun let out a low whistle.
“Dangerous.”
“Right? It was weird. He hasn’t touched a pan since we moved in.”
“More like you won’t let him,” Renjun said.
“It’s for his own good, and my own good. It’s selfish, if anything.”
Renjun hummed to himself, looked a little too secretive and all-knowing. “Selfish is right.”
Donghyuck narrowed his eyes. “…Right.”
Renjun bent down over the alpha and pinched his cheek fondly, tone shifting from mischevious to soft and gentle. “Just admit it, you like spoiling him, that’s the reason he hasn’t touched a pan since you moved in. He’s literally had no chance to get any better, you can’t help but take care of him.”
Donghyuck just huffed, leaned into Renjun’s hand and let the signals of comfort and care emanating from the omega wash over him. Honestly, he needed some balancing too. Mark’s pheromones have not been stable enough to keep his own alpha in check like usual. There were a lot of perks to rooming with an omega, ones that tugged at his buried instincts and evolution. But when you were in love with your omega roommate who didn’t return your feelings and was going through some sort of…episode?
It was stressful.
“Donghyuck. You are so obvious. You’re like… textbook alpha around Mark. You’re all over him, you need to be the center of his attention, and you even feed him for Christ’s sake. He would literally starve without you.” Donghyuck shifted to throw him off the couch and Renjun threw his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying! It’s obvious to everyone, and I know Mark is…”
“Oblivious?” Donghyuck offered. He covered his face with his hands. He didn’t want to be perceived anymore.
“Exactly, oblivious. Even though he’s oblivious, maybe…?”
Renjun let the insinuation hang in the air. It took twenty solid seconds for Donghyuck to process from the comfort of his hands. He was thankful for the dark.
“No.”
Mark didn’t…couldn’t. There was no indication. Nothing concrete Donghyuck could point to and say Look, the evidence is right there! There’s the proof!
Donghyuck peeked through his fingers. Renjun pursed his lips and looked towards the dark hallway Mark had stormed through moments earlier.
“I don’t know, Mark is kind of…his feelings can be hard to pin down sometimes. He’s always focusing on everyone around him. He’s always, like, distracting us from his own issues. Remember when he broke up with Jaehyun? None of us realized how hard a time he was having. I think we overlook the shit he has going on more than we should, don’t you think?”
That twisted something ugly in Donghyuck’s chest. He wanted to fight back at that, but Renjun was right. Donghyuck knew Mark better than anyone! Or at least, he thought he did. Hoped he did. But sometimes… sometimes Mark was secretive, he didn’t want to burden his friends with his problems, wanted to be the one to help everyone through theirs instead. And it did worry Donghyuck. Often.
That’s why he tried so hard to take care of him in the ways he could. Did everything to show the omega that he was someone to rely on, someone he didn’t need to try so hard around. That he didn’t need to shoulder any of Donghyuck’s weight. But he still did, Mark was a good hyung.
Renjun saw him spiraling, put a small reassuring hand on his knee and squeezed.
“Donghyuck. You’re missing the point. I think there’s a possibility. I’m an omega, right? I know a thing or two.”
“Well, I’m his roommate, so I know more than you. He doesn’t…there’s no way. I know I’m pathetic and obvious and embarrassing about my…feelings, but there’s no way. He just sees me as another friend to take care of or whatever.”
Donghyuck was getting riled up, heart starting to bang in his chest. He didn’t like to talk about his one-sided crush, his tender feelings for Mark he tried to keep secret, nestled between his ribs and wound tight around his lungs. Didn’t like to investigate the unspoken, the uncharted. He’d die of embarrassment if Mark ever found out, had to see the pity in his eyes…or worse, disdain, disgust. An alpha lusting over his friend, his roommate, an omega that trusted him enough to live with him and be vulnerable with him? Donghyuck basically despised himself. He couldn’t take it.
“I didn’t mean to make you upset,” Renjun sighed. “Think whatever you want. You two are impossible.”
And with that, Renjun pulled Donghyuck up off the cushions into an (unwilling) hug and placed a quick peck to his temple.
“You are such a stupid alpha,” Renjun whispered into his hair, and rocked them back and forth. “Idiot.”
His tone was one of detached judgment, but Donghyuck knew him well enough to know it was his way of saying I love you…even though you’re a stupid alpha. And it was comforting. He melted into the hug and wrapped his arms around Renjun.
And then, from the hallway, someone cleared their throat. The two pushed each other away and whipped their heads around to see Mark. Mark clutching his hands in fists, dressed in an entirely new outfit than when he came home. A club outfit, an on-the-prowl-for-an-alpha outfit. And he was flooding the living room with signals of distress.
He stared at the corner of the room with his lips twisted, avoiding looking anywhere near Donghyuck or Renjun on the couch (who had jolted to put generous space between them).
“I’m going out. Don’t wait up. You two can do…whatever. I won’t be around to get in your way.”
And then he was shoving his feet in his shoes, not bothering with the laces. Obviously he was thinking the worst, had misunderstood their friendly hug, had read too far into it.
“Mark, wait–” Donghyuck tried. But it was too late. The front door slammed shut.
“Sorry,” Renjun cringed.
Donghyuck scrubbed his face with his hand.
“It’s not your fault.”
Mark was being weird.
Renjun saw himself out after a few minutes of loaded silence, gave Donghyuck a pat on the back as a goodbye.
Donghyuck did his skincare routine in the quiet of the apartment, head fuzzy and confused. Confused about what the heck was going on. And he felt ashamed. Ashamed of what Mark misinterpreted.
He really felt like a dumb alpha.
Rolling into bed, he left the door to his room open so he could hear when Mark got home. If he got home.
They had an unspoken agreement that they didn’t bring hook-ups back to their place. Which was good for Donghyuck’s sanity.
It took him a good hour to fall asleep, he rolled around a lot and couldn’t get comfortable. He couldn’t find his stupid sleep shirts, but thankfully he ran hot. He nestled into his blankets wearing only his boxers and a pair of fuzzy socks.
Mark hadn’t returned when he finally drifted off.
—-
Donghyuck woke up to sunlight streaming through the window and a warm body wrapped around him. He flexed his toes and blocked the light out with a sluggish hand. He must’ve overheated in his sleep and toed his socks off, made sense with Mark snuggled up to him.
Wait.
Donghyuck froze mid toe flex to slowly turn his head. Mark was…snuggling him. Mark was in his bed, fast asleep, with his arm draped over Donghyuck’s bare chest and his leg flung haphazardly over him. The comforter was pulled up to his chin, all Donghyuck could really see was his mop of hair falling over his closed eyes.
He felt Mark’s heavy breaths on his shoulder. They were sharing one of Donghyuck’s pillows, their heads just inches apart.
What. The fuck.
His inner alpha surged with pride, excitement. His omega in his den. He’d sought him out, made a home in the sheets laden with his scent, rested his head near the crook of Donghyuck’s neck to drink him in.
Or, at least, that’s what Donghyuck hoped.
It was far more likely, he reasoned begrudgingly, that Mark stumbled home drunk last night and fell asleep in the wrong bed or something. He was cute like that.
But either way, he was here. In Donghyuck’s bed all wrapped around him. For the first time.
Sure, they were physically affectionate at times, exclusively in the privacy of their own home watching TV on the couch. Whenever Donghyuck initiated skinship or friendly touches outside with their friends, he usually got shrugged off, which didn’t really bother him. Even though it had been happening more the last couple of weeks. He knew he was more touchy-feely than Mark, and he knew what it looked like to an outsider when an alpha draped himself over a pretty omega. It was a claim Donghyuck had no right to make.
But this was new. This hadn’t happened outside the one time he heard Mark crying in his room, homesick and heartbroken over Jaehyun, when they’d just moved in together. He’d spooned Mark without a word, wrapped him in his arms and in his signals of comfort. (If that’s when Donghyuck’s feelings towards Mark started turning and deepening, that was no one's business but his own.)
Mark sighed heavily in his sleep, nuzzled his head closer to Donghyuck’s neck. And then he was grinding against the side of his hip like Donghyuck was a friendly body pillow to rut against. He was hard. Electric volts zinged through his body when he felt Mark’s erection grind against him. The omega let out a small whimper echoed through the quiet room.
Donghyuck stiffened, felt awkward. This was… wrong. And he shouldn’t enjoy it so much. He had morning wood himself, it felt uncomfortable. Slowly he tried to inch himself out of Mark’s hold, wriggling like a worm to the edge of the bed. But Mark tightened his grip and whined in discontent.
“Alpha,” he slurred sleepily, eyes still firmly closed. “Don’t.”
And what could Donghyuck say to that, really? He was whipped. He let Mark’s strong arms pull him back in. He was hot, super hot. Irregularly hot. Mark was always complaining about being cold, that he needed Donghyuck to sidle up next to him so he could soak up his extra heat. His personal furnace.
“Mark,” Donghyuck whispered. He didn’t want to wake him, not…not like this, not when his heart was being delightfully squeezed in Mark’s unknowing grip. Not when Mark was rubbing his arousal so close to his own. But something felt off. Mark’s scent was strong, tangy. It tickled the alpha’s nose.
“Mmph.”
“Mark, c’mon.”
Donghyuck pulled the comforter down, just a bit. Wanted to gently shake his roommate’s shoulder, rouse him from his sleep and dote on him, worry over him. He sat up on his elbows and reached out, but his hand froze halfway. His mouth dropped open.
Mark was wearing his missing sleep shirt. Well, one of them anyways.
The omega blinked his eyes open, rubbed at his face and pushed his hair back. And then he too sat up on his elbows, startled.
“Hyuck, what…what are you doing in my room?” He asked with a sleep-hoarse voice.
The alpha cocked an eyebrow at Mark, internally reeling. Mark looked around blearily and confused. Donghyuck drank in how his shoulders stretched his pajama top. He was thankful the comforter provided both of them modesty, that they couldn’t see each other’s tenting erections. (That’s a lie, he was thankful it covered his, but he desperately wanted to see Mark’s.)
‘Wait, why am I in your room?”
“You tell me,” Donghyuck said. A disbelieving smile was tugging at his lips.
Mark sat up with a groan, put his head in his hands. His hair was a mess, he looked adorable.
“Dude, what? I don’t understand what’s going on.”
Donghyuck couldn’t help but scoff, fond and warm.
“Did you have a good night?” He hoped the answer was no. That it was terrible. That no alpha laid a finger on him.
But Mark just shrugged and collapsed back into the sheets, blinked at the ceiling. Donghyuck was famous for reading Mark’s mind, but he was impenetrable right now.
“It was fine.” A heavy sigh.
Donghyuck laid back down himself, mirroring Mark’s pensive stare at the ceiling. It was like they were stargazing.
“No alphas catch your eye?”
Asking made acid pool in his gut, but he tried his hardest to feign nonchalance.
Mark answered with a humorless laugh.
“What’s it to you?”
“Hey, you’re the one that climbed into my bed. I’m just trying to make polite conversation.”
Mark kicked his shin, not unkindly.
“You don’t smell like any alphas anyway,” Donghyuck observed softly.
“Hmm,” Mark hummed. “Just you, I guess.”
Donghyuck exhaled heavily through his nose. It could be interpreted as a half-laugh, but it was more akin to the breath getting viciously squeezed out of his lungs.
“Just me,” the alpha confirmed with a whisper. “Nice shirt by the way.”
Donghyuck said it with his eyes fixed on the ceiling, feigning nonchalance. But he could hear Mark’s reaction, his sharp intake of breath, his choking on his own spit.
And he smelled him, god Mark smelled so strong. His scent perfumed his bed sheets, and had hit his nostrils so hard he felt close to sneezing. So strong it made his eyes sting.
Mark had never been like this around him.
Mark was overheating, his scent was overwhelming, his mood was in constant swing…and he’d been seeking out an alpha’s scent. Shirts and sheets.
Donghyuck had never been around him when he had his annual heats, but the signs were all there burning at 1000 watts.
It was too much, far too much for Donghyuck to wrap his head around this early on an empty stomach with an unclaimed omega splayed out next to him in his dirty clothes.
He needed to get out of this bed, he couldn’t pretend to be unaffected for another minute. He shuddered to think of how his own scent was spilling out of him. How smug, how happy, how content. His signals of desire he’d been trying to stuff down and stomp into the floor for months, seeping out unbidden. He couldn’t help how Mark made him feel.
He popped up from the bed, not sparing a glance at the flushed and embarrassed omega wrapped in his sheets, and walked across the room. He threw his closet door open and ripped the first t-shirt his fingers touched off the hanger and shrugged it on. He could feel eyes on his back as he pulled on a pair of gray sweats.
“Breakfast. Brush your teeth.”
“Huh?” Mark responded smartly.
He paused at the door to look over his shoulder at Mark. Mark who had rolled over onto his stomach and was pressing himself up on his elbows, yoga style. Donghyuck gulped at the arch of his back, Mark caught him staring.
“You can eat in my bed,” Donghyuck said. “Just brush your teeth.”
—-
Fifteen minutes later, Donghyuck was bringing in two plates of eggs, mini-sausages, and buttered toast. A squeeze of ketchup on each plate.
He handed a plate to Mark, who was sitting cross-legged and had changed into one of his own shirts. Donghyuck pretended not to notice. He put the other plate on his nightstand.
“Be right back.”
A minute later he returned with two mugs of barley tea.
They ate in loaded silence, just the scraping of forks on plates and the crunching of toast. Not tense or uncomfortable, just…heavy.
“Thanks,” Mark said with his mouth full. “I was hungry.”
Donghyuck just smiled with downcast eyes. He wanted to record this moment and just have it live on forever in his memory. His alpha was always happy when Mark ate the food he made, it scratched an itch inside, made him feel like a strong provider.
Like Renjun said, he was a stereotypical alpha around Mark. And he really couldn’t contain it.
But.
Donghyuck had to ask, once Mark put his empty plate on the floor, took a sip of the tea, and wiggled back into the sheets. He was too outspoken and direct not to, even while trying to keep things precariously balanced with Mark. He had a mouth, and he had to use it. Many would say he used it too much, and they were often right.
“Um, are you, like, by chance…”
Let it hang in the air. Mark screwed his brows together and squinted at him, almost comically.
“Huh?”
“Um, please don’t take this the wrong way,” Donghyuck awkwardly trailed off again. He felt himself blush, felt heat bloom on his cheeks.
This was stupid. He now regretted his outspokenness, his mouth was too big for his own good.
“…Okay?”
“Are you, um, in pre-heat?”
And that, that made Mark flush from the neck up. Donghyuck snuck a look from the corner of his eye as it creeped from the collar of his shirt up to the tips of the omega’s ears.
Mark sucked his teeth, slammed his eyes shut. “Really, Donghyuck?”
“Sorry! I just…we haven’t been living together that long, like, I don’t know.” Donghyuck fiddled with the comforter seam. Mark’s feet were just inches away from his, sharing the same cocoon of body heat. He wanted to wrap them together again, but it didn’t feel appropriate.
Mark huffed. More embarrassed than angry, it seemed. Cute. So cute. He always looked younger in these moments, and the alpha relished in it. The omega refused to make eye contact.
“Is this because of your shirts?” Mark asked with an unintentional pout. He had the look on his face he got sometimes like he was a kid caught talking during class by the teacher. Like he was in trouble.
Wait.
Donghyuck pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows. His shirts? Plural?
Mark groaned, sunk lower in the bed and pulled the comforter up around him, like he was trying to burrow away from their conversation.
“God, I was hoping you wouldn’t find out, this is so stupid.”
“Wait. Wait, I thought it was just, like, the one shirt. Mark, are you telling me that you’re the reason all my shirts have been missing this month!?”
Mark groaned again. An admission of guilt.
“Oh my god this is so embarrassing. Can we pretend like this never happened?”
Donghyuck shook his head, hope breathing air back into his lungs.
“I can’t believe you stole all my shirts and let me think I was going crazy!”
Mark rolled onto his stomach and buried his head in one of Donghyuck’s pillows.
“Dude! Stop! This is embarrassing enough for me as it is, stop making a big deal out of it.” His voice was muffled by the pillow.
Donghyuck couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. A laugh of joy (his omega crush was swaddled in his bed with a stomach full of breakfast he made for him), of relief (his shirts weren’t being magicked away by the washer or eaten by invisible rats), of hope and excitement (maybe Renjun was right, maybe Mark DID have feelings for him).
Mark shot him a dirty look from the pillow, but it just made Donghyuck laugh harder. He couldn’t help it, Mark suffering because of him warmed his heart. It was like what spinach was to Popeye. He wiped tears from his eyes.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m just glad that I’m not crazy.”
“Yeah, yeah.” A smile was tugging on Mark’s lips too. He shyly hid it back in the pillow.
“Listen. Makgeolli. Seriously, it’s fine. I’ll drop it, we can pretend it never happened,” Donghyuck said with an enamored smile. He propped his head on his hand and used the other one to push Mark’s shaggy black hair off his face so he could look at him properly.
“But?”
“But, you gotta be real with me. What’s going on?”
Mark sighed heavily.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed, I won’t make fun of you.”
Mark shot him a look. Donghyuck laughed.
“You have a terrible track record of not making fun of me. It’s like your full-time job.”
“Hyung, I can’t help it. You make it way too easy.”
“Punk.”
They sat in the quiet after their laughter had faded.
“Alright, fine. I guess I’m no good at hiding anything anyways.”
“You’re really not,” Donghyuck said.
Mark sat up and took the pillow out from under his head to whack the alpha with it.
“Will you knock it off? I’m trying to be serious.”
Donghyuck put his hands up in surrender. He couldn’t help his nature to dissolve tension with easy laughs. He sat up, crossed his legs, and leaned back on his hands.
“I am in pre-heat, you’re not wrong,” Mark started, looking at Donghyuck with sudden vulnerability. Eyes big and shiny. The alpha nodded to show he was listening, urging him to continue.
“Oh my god. Why is this so hard? Okay. I’m in pre-heat and my-omega-chose-you-I-can’t-help-it.” He said the last part at motor speed with his eyes darting between Donghyuck and the sheets.
It took Donghyuck a few seconds to process, to rewind and replay at a slower speed so he could actually comprehend. When he did, he blinked furiously, eyes wide and focused on his hands knotted in the sheets. How long had he started white-knuckling them?
“What did you say?” It came out more serious than intended.
“Donghyuck, don’t make me say it again,” Mark groaned.
“Your omega…chose me?” Donghyuck paused, mind reeling. “Me?”
Donghyuck looked at him, Mark’s vulnerability mirrored on his own face now. This was…so much more than he thought. He just figured his alpha status, his scent, his familiarity was soothing or something to his omega friend during the sensitive time leading up to his once-a-year heat. But he didn’t expect this.
This was so much more. So, so much more. No wonder Mark had been acting weird.
“Is that why you were so angry about Renjun last night?” It came out as a choked whisper.
“I was feeling…territorial. Stupid, I know.” Mark laughed humorlessly, fingers still playing with the comforter seam. Donghyuck wanted to wrench them away, chastise him for unruly manners like he always did. More than that, Donghyuck also wanted to cover one of Mark’s hands with his own, rub his fingers with his thumbs.
“It’s not stupid.”
“Well, I feel stupid.”
Mark’s omega choosing him meant that realistically no other alpha would be able to help him through his heat. That every other alpha’s touch wouldn’t feel right, that every other alpha’s scent wouldn’t smell right.
It also meant that Mark’s heat would be agony if Donghyuck didn’t help him through it. If Mark asked and Donghyuck said no, Mark would be even more sensitive to rejection. His omega was wrapped up in Donghyuck’s alpha, unbeknownst to the alpha himself.
“Why?” Donghyuck asked quietly.
“Hm?” Mark met his eyes now, but they were shaky and uncertain.
“Why me?”
“Oh. Uh. Yeah, about that,” Mark’s face screwed up. He looked like he was thinking hard. Nervous and then resigned. “Well, um, at first I thought it was just because we’re together all the time. Like, you're the alpha I spend the most time with, we’re super close, I trust you, whatever…”
“But?”
Mark sighed. “But. But…I kinda like you Hyuck. Not kinda, I just…I just like you, and it’s embarrassing, because I know you have…” He gestured vaguely with his hands. “I know you have feelings for somebody else, or whatever.”
“You like me?” Donghyuck asked breathlessly, voice almost cracking with surprise and disbelief.
Holy shit, Renjun was right. Renjun was right, and he’d never hear the end of it.
“Dude. Are you even listening to me? Yes. Yes, I like you and I know it’s stupid. I won’t get, like, hung up on it, and I’ll just figure something out for, for my heat, I don’t want you to feel burdened or pressured or anything. But if you wanted to? Oh my god, pretend I didn’t say that.”
Donghyuck couldn’t wipe the smile off his face as he listened to Mark’s anxious and misguided ramblings. He liked him, he really liked him. But Donghyuck was snapped back to reality when Mark’s motor mouth just kept going.
“I know you like Renjun, which is totally cool. I’m happy for you guys, I love you both so much, like I’m not going to try and…oh god this is so embarrassing dude, I’m rambling. Please tell me to shut up.”
“Mark-hyung, shut up,” Donghyuck said earnestly. He grabbed Mark’s hands in his, not worried about overstepping anymore. Not when he knows why Mark had been acting so hot and cold, so close and yet so distant. “Shut up. I like you, too.”
Mark had tensed like he was anticipating a rejection, eyes screwed shut and head bent to the side as if about to receive a blow. Once the words Donghyuck said finally registered, he turned his wide eyes back to the alpha and dropped his mouth open.
“Really?” Mark squeaked.
“Yeah,” Donghyuck laughed. He squeezed Mark’s hands in his hold excitedly. “Yes. Mark. I don’t…I never had feelings for Renjun. I’ve only ever had feelings for you.”
“What do you–oh. Oh.” Mark smiled sheepishly.
“Yeah, oh.” Donghyuck rested his forehead against Mark’s. “Mark. Hyung. I like you so much…I’ve liked you for so–”
Whatever Donghyuck was going to say next vanished instantly from his mind the second he felt Mark’s lips on his. Warm. Chaste. Sweet. It took a second for his eyes to flutter closed. Mark had grabbed his shoulders to pull him in. He wasn’t expecting it, he gripped his hands into fists then flexed his fingers out, trying to isolate his reaction. Shocked into stillness, Donghyuck still relished the way Mark’s lips felt on his. Warm, almost steaming. The faintest scratch of stubble.
It was a sweet first kiss. Everything, honestly, the alpha had never hoped too much to actually have.
But when Mark moved to pull away, Donghyuck wrapped a hand around the omega’s nape and surged forward to slot their lips together again and deepen the kiss. Mark made a noise of surprise and then sighed heavily out of his nose, arched his neck to lean his body weight into Donghyuck. They kissed like how most lovers kiss for the first time, a bit shy, a bit excited, a bit overeager. Donghyuck petted at Mark’s nape, gripped him where his puppy scruff would be and the omega went so soft in his grip, so lax. Donghyuck’s alpha surged with pride at the small display of submission.
As they made out, the kisses got heavier, messier. Mark shyly ran his tongue along the seam of Donghyuck’s lips, gasped when the alpha let out a rumbling growl and forced his neck back even further. Donghyuck licked into Mark’s mouth, brought his other hand up to hold the omega’s face properly.
In the stifling quiet of their room, the sounds of their kisses were overwhelming. The noises coming out of Mark, his little aborted moans and sighs, had butterflies doing gymnastics in Donghyuck’s stomach. The omega was making grabby hands up and down Donghyuck’s biceps, and the alpha made sure to flex under his hold. All that time in the gym, and it was finally paying off.
But even better (or worse, for Donghyuck’s sanity) was the way Mark was scenting the room. Signals to claim, territorial markings that would ensure nobody could mistake just who this alpha, this bed, in fact, belonged to. There was truly no mistaking, Mark was in the throes of his pre-heat. The idea that Mark would want to possibly even nest here made Donghyuck’s heart jump.
Donghyuck circled his tongue around Mark’s, sucked lightly on it with a groan. God, this was so much so fast and all his dumb alpha brain could think of was more. He rubbed his thumb across Mark’s high cheekbones, raised himself up onto his knees to lean over him, and gently pushed the omega into the wrinkled sheets.
Their kiss broke as Donghyuck kneeled over Mark, hands on either side of his head. Mark blinked dopily up at him, mouth slack and slick. His gaze was fuzzy and unfocused. It made Donghyuck want to grin like a fool, so he did. Mark’s eyes flitted across his face, an equally foolish grin breaking out across his own. The omega laughed quietly, licked his lips, ran his hands up Donghyuck’s chest and looped them around his neck.
“I kinda wish you were still wearing my shirt right now,” Donghyuck said.
Mark, already flushed, burned an even brighter shade of red. All of a sudden too shy to look Donghyuck in the eyes.
“Shut up. You said you’d pretend that never happened.”
Donghyuck lowered himself down onto his elbows, covering Mark and resting some of his weight onto him.
“I’m a gemini, Mark. I lied.”
Mark scoffed, went cross-eyed when he tried to look at Donghyuck who was crowding his space. Donghyuck kept smiling as he got in his face, brushed their noses together. He could feel Mark’s fluttering chest under his own as he pressed the omega in the bed. Donghyuck nosed under Mark’s jaw, down his neck to breathe in his scent from the source. The glands on his neck were working overdrive, were making Donghyuck so hazy he couldn’t even imagine how Mark must feel.
He gave a gentle lick to the throbbing, swollen gland, scenting the omega in return. Mark gave a borderline pathetic keen, Donghyuck hummed happily as he felt it vibrate in the omega’s throat. The alpha kissed below his ear, gently nipped and scraped his teeth against Mark’s warm skin. Warm, so warm. God, he was burning up.
“You’re really suffering, aren’t you? God, you’re–you smell so good.” It came out as a growl.
Mark clutched at his back, his shoulders, his messy mop of hair. Whined, a bit embarrassed.
“So stubborn, hyung,” Donghyuck chastised, punctuating it with a loud smack to Mark’s sweaty temple. “I want to take care of you.”
Donghyuck kissed all over Mark’s face, mapping his sharp cheekbones, his sloping nose, his itchy, stubbly chin. He pressed a slow one to the corner of Mark’s mouth, let it linger.
“Hyuck. Hyuck.” Mark sunk his nails in Donghyuck’s back as the alpha pressed a tender kiss to his lips. “W-Wait a second. Hold up.”
Donghyuck instantly jerked his head back, lifted some of his weight off the omega beneath him, and scanned his face hurriedly.
“Too much?” He asked with concern, rubbed a thumb against Mark’s 5 o’clock shadow. “Sorry, I’m just…”
Mark grinned up at him, hazy-eyed and a bit mischievous, and palmed at Donghyuck's chest. “Will you take your shirt off?”
A laugh startled out of Donghyuck’s mouth. “Jeez, you’re really losing it.” Regardless, he shifted back onto his knees and quickly tugged his shirt over his head. A few months ago he might’ve been shy about it, but with some key pieces of his closet gone missing the last couple of weeks, he’d somehow gotten pretty used to being shirtless in front of Mark. He bit down the old teenage instinct to cover his chest after throwing the shirt towards Mark’s head, ignoring the yelp of surprise.
“You gonna add that one to the collection?” Donghyuck crouched back over the omega who was taking a big inhale of the lingering scent on his black shirt. He had his eyes closed, breathing it in like he wasn’t just getting Donghyuck’s scent from the very source.
Mark chuckled, tossed it aside. “Maybe.” With his now unoccupied hands, he mapped the alpha’s warm back, rubbed up and down his sides. Indulgently, he grabbed at Donghyuck’s pecs and palmed over his brown nipples.
“You have half my closet by now. What are you even doing with those things?” Donghyuck crowded his space again, a dark glint in his eye. Mark’s hips jerked up, seeking friction but found none.
“They…” Mark gulped. “You smell good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, like the way you smell. Couldn’t sleep without them.”
“Mmh,” Donghyuck nuzzled back into the crook of Mark’s neck. “Mark-hyung likes me.”
Mark gave a weak, breathy laugh. “Understatement.”
Donghyuck buzzed with happiness, moved to the other side of Mark’s neck to keep up his puppyish scenting. He hadn’t properly scented someone like this in ages, it satiated the alpha in him begging him to claim, claim, claim. And he’d never smelled Mark this potent, had been visiting family last time the omega’s heat came and went. That was probably a good thing, if Mark smelled like this last time, he wouldn’t have been able to handle it without the fear of going totally feral.
“How long until your heat, like, really hits?”
“Man, I don’t know. A few more days? Maybe? Everything’s been weird this time.”
“How do you feel right now?”
Mark rubbed warm circles on Donghyuck’s bare back, hugged him in even closer. “Good. Happy. A little crazy, maybe, but no pain or anything.”
Donghyuck mouthed at his bobbing Adam’s apple. “I like crazy.”
And then Mark was pushing him off, rolling him onto his back, and pinning him in place on the bed. Donghyuck looked up, dumbstruck and slack jawed. The omega just looked down with a cute fierceness, like a pup play fighting. He gently pawed at Donghyuck’s chest, pushed him further into the sheets and pillows. All previous shyness dissipated in an instant.
Donghyuck scoffed and shook his head, with a smile. God, he’d been smiling so much his cheeks hurt.
“Okay, okay you got me,” Donghyuck rubbed his hands up and down the omega’s clothed thighs. Mark was straddling him, and his arousal was staring him in the face. He pretended he didn’t see it as he moved his hands up to play with the hem of his shirt. Donghyuck lightly tugged on it, looked up at Mark with a put-on pout. “Off.”
Mark ripped his shirt off haphazardly with a small grunt, and the alpha drank in the expanse of pale skin, the broadness of his shoulders, and the subtle definition of his abdominals. But before the omega could chuck the shirt across the room, Donghyuck snatched it from his hands.
“You owe me one,” he said, and shoved the shirt under the pillow. “I’m gonna start building my own nest just to spite you.”
Mark growled without any venom and leaned in to slot their mouth together again. Skin to skin, chest to chest, the kisses felt deliriously good. Mark’s heart was threatening to beat out of his chest, and Donghyuck relished in how he could feel it pound in time with his own. Though he missed crowding the omega under him, being crowded in by him himself was really fucking good too.
Soon enough, Mark was tugging at the waistband of Donghyuck’s pajama pants with a pitchy whine, not willing to break their messy kisses.
“You, mpfh, you first,” Donghyuck panted as Mark sucked on his lower lip.
With an irritated groan, and with a lot of flexibility, balance, and coordination, Mark kicked his sweats down and off and ripped Donghyuck’s down to his ankles right after.
“Jesus,” Donghyuck yelped.
“You said you liked crazy,” Mark said. His dick, on the smaller side due to him being an omega and all, was engorged and reddened. Always one of the hottest things about male omegas, Donghyuck thought. Mark’s was quite a few inches shorter than Donghyuck’s own, which was long and thick, rock hard and bobbing in the air.
Biting his lip in concentration, Donghyuck grabbed at Mark’s hips and ground their cocks together. It was a dry rub of skin, a bit harsh, but they both moaned into it. Shyness or excitedness or a mixture of the two had stopped Donghyuck’s hands from any over-the-clothes groping, and he figured it might be the same for Mark.
Because things were moving fast. Things had changed drastically all in one lazy Saturday morning.
Donghyuck kept his white knuckle grip on Mark’s hips and ground them together again. His fingertips were just grazing the plush flesh of the omega’s ass, he could feel the dampness of his slick in his inner thighs. Slowly, he inched his hands around to take a proper grip of the omega’s ass, gave an indulgent squeeze. His fingers kept creeping until they found Mark’s slick hole.
Mark keened as Donghyuck stroked over the ring of muscle, as he slowly rubbed circles around it, tested the give and found it loose. Right, he was in pre-heat, of course his body was overly sensitive, of course his hole had quickly worked itself open to accommodate the alpha pawing at him. Pre-heat really was a beautiful thing.
Donghyuck placed teasing kisses on Mark’s lips, shallow and wet, the barest flicker of tongue, as he spread the omega’s cheeks and dipped his fingers in his wanting hole. Pulled back whenever Mark tried to deepen the kiss. Teased him with his fingers and his tongue, bullied two fingers in his hole and started slowly plunging them in and out. Every few strokes he’d take them out entirely and just rub around Mark’s entrance.
The omega, so playful and assertive minutes ago, was becoming goo with each playful kiss and each slight stimulation of his prostate. He whimpered into Donghyuck’s mouth.
“More,” Mark whined. “Need more, Hyuck.”
“Hmm? What do you need?”
Frustrated, Mark huffed and shifted his hips back, started properly riding Donghyuck’s slicked fingers with deep grinds. His hands clawed at Donghyuck’s sweaty chest to keep himself supported as he knit his brow in concentration.
Mark always looked best like this, when he was focused on doing something and doing it well.
“You’re so pretty, Mark,” Donghyuck said reverently. He said it with stars in his eyes, flushed cheeks and swollen lips. Mark looked down at him through the fringes of his messy hair, his chest was reddened from arousal and exertion. He looked perfect on top of him, all sharp angles and sinewy muscle.
With every grind of Mark’s hips, his own cock got a bit of much needed friction, and it was all he could do to not buck his hips up in search of more. The omega’s velvety insides gave a warm squeeze to his fingers, with his other hand he kept grabbing at Mark’s ass.
Wordlessly, Mark raised himself up on his knees, off of Donghyuck’s fingers. The alpha flexed them once they were free, brought the ones coated in slick to his mouth and sucked. His eyes dropped closed, the taste of Mark on his tongue was intoxicating. Donghyuck let out a low chest rumble of a growl, lost in a swirl of pheromones.
“Fuck,” Mark said quietly. “Hyuck–nngh–you’re so big.”
Mark had his fingers wrapped around Donghyuck’s aching cock, and the alpha was proud of himself for not popping a knot at the attention. The omega gave it a few strokes with his own slick to lube it up, and then he was positioning himself carefully to ease back on it, to shove it inside of him.
“Mark, wait, wait, wait. Condom?” His grip stopped Mark from lowering any more. “Condom, right?”
Mark just shook his head, gave a frustrated puff of air as he fought against Donghyuck’s grip.
“I need it. No condom, I need to feel you inside.” The omega peeled Donghyuck’s hands off his hips and dragged them down to his thick thighs. Donghyuck couldn’t argue with Mark’s insistence, his firm tone. He couldn’t wait to plug his come deep inside, watch it leak out.
But he was getting ahead of himself, he didn’t even have the tip in yet.
“Careful, be careful,” Donghyuck said with a tinge of urgency, hands seeking purchase in Mark’s strong thighs. Mark was putting almost no weight into the fist balanced on Donghyuck’s chest, his balance and core strength supporting him as he rubbed the tip of the alpha’s dick at his entrance. “Don’t hurt yourself.”
Mark made a noise that was somewhere between a scoff and a moan as he sunk down, the tip breaching the walls of his insides. Donghyuck panted and gripped even harder onto Mark, this was a test of patience and endurance, he fought back every instinct to flip Mark over and drill his cock into him with a fury. It felt so good, and he was only an inch in.
As Mark kept sinking down, taking inch after inch, Donghyuck couldn’t help but pull the omega’s hips down and gently grind up. Mark gasped and went slack-jawed at the action, Donghyuck wasn’t faring much better, letting out pitchy, punched out moans. Mark was so hot, so tight, so wet around him that it made his gums ache.
“God,” Mark exhaled. “Feels so fucking good.”
The omega sat still once he’d taken Donghyuck’s dick to his base, gave a small clench of his ass and sighed.
“I needed this,” Mark smiled shyly down at the alpha, brows still knit in concentration, adjusting to the alpha’s size. Donghyuck quirked his eyebrows up, smirked smugly despite feeling incredibly soft. He raised his knees up and planted his feet on the bed to roll his hips up and give another soft grind, just to hear Mark’s reaction. “Oh, hnng, yeah. Fuck.”
“Needed my alpha cock?” It came out breathy. Another grind of his hips into Mark’s tight heat. “Is that what you’re saying?”
Mark pursed his lips as he started riding Donghyuck, collapsed onto the alpha’s chest and tucked his head into the crook of his neck, kept his dick deep inside to meet his filthy grind.
“Shut up,” he muttered weakly. “Y-You know I did. I did, please.”
“Mmh,” Donghyuck hummed, please. “You need my knot?”
Mark whined as the alpha quicked his pace, started properly fucking into him. He went totally lax in Donghyuck’s hold, hands gripping at the alpha’s shoulder, but he still kept that perfect arch of his back to allow him to properly pound into him. He was no longer rolling his hips back to meet his thrusts. Donghyuck held him firmly to his chest, arms wrapped tight around him. He could feel Mark’s arousal trapped, rubbing into his stomach.
“God, fuck, Hyuck. Hyuck, I need it. I need it.” He nosed at Donghyuck’s scent gland, mouthed at it greedily. The alpha groaned in response, brought one hand up to hold Mark securely by the nape as he continued his frenzied thrusts. God, Mark felt so good, he relished in the feeling of his dead weight on top of him.
“I’m gonna, fuck, I’m gonna flip you over. Okay?” Donghyuck asked. Felt like he needed the older omega’s permission. “Mark. Okay?”
Mark stuttered out a moan, “Yeah, yeah, please. Please.”
The second please had barely left Mark’s swollen lips before Donghyuck flipped Mark onto his back and buried his face in his chest. He steadied his pace, made his thrusts less frantic, and mouthed at one of Mark’s dark nipples. The omega keened under him, hands clabbering at Donghyuck’s shoulders and small head. The alpha gripped his cock with the hand not supporting his weight, put pressure on the tip and thumbed at the precum leaking from his slit.
“How do you want it?”
“Mmh?”
“How do you want my knot, hyung?” He gave a gentle bite to Mark’s other nipple and sucked.
Now, Donghyuck usually prided himself on his stamina. He was like a wind-up toy, he was an alpha that could fuck, and fuck, and fuck. But this morning? In this bed? With this omega? Not a chance. The warm squeeze of Mark’s insides on his steadily inflating knot, his scent flooding the room, the needy hands pulling at his hair? Donghyuck would have to showcase his stamina some other time.
And honestly, he reasoned internally, with Mark’s pre-heat, he wouldn’t be complaining.
“Don’t care. I don’t care,” Mark whined. “Alpha, please. I need it.”
Alpha. Alpha. Donghyuck’s brains were going to melt out of his ears at this point.
“Say that again,” Donghyuck said gruffly, more like a growl. Left no room for argument. He knocked their heads together, met Mark’s mouth in an electrically charged kiss. When he broke it he found the omega’s wide, watery eyes locked on his. “Again, Mark.”
“Please.” Mark gulped, looked mussed and shaky, pupils blown wide. “Alpha.”
Donghyuck couldn’t help the pleased growls vibrating out of his voice box as he rutted into the omega under him. Dumb, stereotypical alpha. That was him to a tee.
Donghyuck pressed another kiss on Mark’s lips and quickened the pace of his hips, feeling invigorated. He grabbed Mark’s left arm and pushed it up over his head. Mark yelped in surprise when the alpha buried his face in his armpit, panting heavy breaths against the hair growing there.
“Wh-what are you doing!?” From Mark’s tone Donghyuck figured he wasn’t totally thrown off by the move, which was a win.
Because Mark smelled so, so good here. Smelled like boy, and night sweat, and, most importantly, like a fertile omega begging to be bred. Made his instincts go haywire. He couldn’t help himself, he dragged his tongue across Mark’s hairy armpit with a satisfied groan.
Donghyuck moved back to Mark’s pec and bit. Hard. He’d leave bruised teeth imprints for sure.
“Jesus–fuck–Hyuck, what’s gotten…what’s gotten into you?” Mark gasped, clutched at his sore pec. Donghyuck would be worried he’d gone too far if he didn’t have a working nose, the signals Mark was putting out were crazy.
“Mark,” Donghyuck whined, pace growing erratic. His knot was swelling, he needed to push it in before it expanded too far. “Omega, you smell so good, you feel so good. I wanna knot–shit–I wanna keep you on my knot, just want to fuck my cum into you, feels so good.”
“Oh god,” Mark’s voice cracked with a moan, Donghyuck hoisted one of his knees up to his chest, shifted the angle of his hips to hit his prostate dead on with each stroke. “Alpha, alpha, please I need it. I need it, give it to me!”
Donghyuck started stroking the omega’s dick, as much in time with his thrusts as he could manage, but his actions were getting erratic and unpaced.
“Gonna take my knot, omega? Huh? You need it, hyung?”
Mark threw his hands over his face, gasping for breath, fish-mouthed. Donghyuck locked his jaw, grit his teeth as he fucked his inflating knot into the omega’s slick hole.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Mark cried. “Oh my god. I need it, please.”
“You beg so pretty hyung.”
“Hyuck, I’m close. I’m close, alpha.” It came out whiny and pitchy, desperate and needy.
Donghyuck squeezed his hand tighter, twisted his wrist as he put even more pressure on the omega’s cockhead.
“Come for me.” Donghyuck hadn’t heard his own voice dip this low in a long time, it came out sounding like a direct order. “Come on, you’ll feel better. Hyung, wanna make you come, c’mon.”
With oun more harsh thrust, one more hit to Mark’s sensitive prostate, one more tug at his dick, the omega came with a loud cry. Donghyuck hummed in approval, as he stroked the omega through it, watched how his hot come splattered across his stomach and in his grip. Mark went totally boneless, limp under him, somehow sank even further into the sheets and pillows.
Donghyuck brought his cum-coated fingers to his mouth, licked at them while he watched Mark’s chest rise and fall, as he whined with oversensitivity. If Mark’s slick tasted good, his come tasted even better. In fact…
The alpha leant down, forced Mark’s face towards him as he continued his grind, and licked the cum into his unsuspecting mouth. The omega squeaked in surprise, and then groaned, pushed his tongue into Donghyuck’s mouth and swallowed it down.
“Dirty. You’re so dirty, Markeu.”
“Donghyuck,” Mark pressed a firm, closed-mouth kiss to the alpha’s lips. “Shut up. Knot me.”
Donghyuck snickered, a bit strained, but he knew how to do what he’s told. With a dozen or more so thrusts, hand still gripping Mark’s knee harshly, he came with a few high whines. His hips stuttered and shook as his knot popped, as the omega’s slick hole milked him through his orgasm. His eyes got wet, tears stung at his eyes, it was almost overwhelming. Mark felt…fucking perfect wrapped around his knot and the alpha tipped his head back because his gums were aching, his teeth were literally hurting because all he wanted to do in this moment was bite.
But that wasn’t even something he could fucking think about right now.
What he could think about right now, what was in his grasp, was Mark himself. Sweaty, flushed, fucked out Mark. Donghyuck nuzzled their heads together, ground his hips in a bit deeper. They both hissed with the oversensitivity, then locked eyes and laughed breathlessly together.
“What the fuck,” Mark laughed. “Yo, is this real?”
Donghyuck laughed, so fucking happy that he was almost delirious, drunk off the pheromones swirling between the two.
“My knot feels pretty real, so yep I think so.” Donoghyuck pushed the hair out of the omega’s face fondly. “I’m happy.”
Mark sighed, mimicked Donghyuck’s actions and pushed the alpha’s messy hair out of his sweaty face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
They sat in silence as Donghyuck’s knot slowly deflated, until he eased out and looked down to watch his come drip out of the omega’s swollen hole.
“Not to objectify you, but that’s fucking hot.”
“Hey!” Mark laughed, kicked at Donghyuck to knock him off balance. Donghyuck grabbed at his pale leg, held his ankle in his hands and sunk his teeth into his calf. “Ouch! Knock it off!”
It ended in a tussle, Mark pinning Donghyuck’s wrists on either side of his head. Mark pecked his nose, smiled, and let up.
“Do you think it’s time for lunch yet?”
Donghyuck barked out a laugh as he sat up too, leaned his weight back on his hands and tilted his head. “Is this your way of asking me to make you food?”
Mark rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “I can’t help it, I’m hungry. Pre-heat remember?”
“How could I forget?” Donghyuck wrapped his arms around Mark, smacked another kiss to his cheek. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
Mark huffed in faux-annoyance, melted into his embrace.
“We should fuck in your room next, wanna see your nest.” He whispered it into Mark’s hair. “Wanna see what you’ve done with half my closet.”
“Dude! C’mon it’s only like five shirts.”
“I’m running out of clothes, Mark!”