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Beomgyu is up to something.
After nearly a year of mated life and close to a decade of being best friends, Soobin has learned all of Beomgyu’s little tells. He knows how to tell when Beomgyu is angry with him even when he doesn’t say it, when Beomgyu wants something, when he’s feeling joy too great to put into words.
And he definitely knows how to tell when Beomgyu is scheming. That playful side of him is one of the things Soobin finds most charming about him, aggravatingly seductive. Even if Beomgyu continues to surprise him to this day, he’s learned how to tell when something is coming.
It should help that Soobin knows what’s coming. Well, he sort-of knows what’s coming. Not the exact details, only what it is. And most importantly, he doesn’t know when it’s coming. Beomgyu likes to keep him on his toes, and they surprise each other with small gifts often, which means that Beomgyu is in perfect position to catch him off-guard. There have been multiple times in the past month when Beomgyu has been all excited, and Soobin has wondered, Is it that? only to be met with an entirely new surprise.
So, this time, he doesn’t think much of it when he catches Beomgyu showing Yeonjun something on his phone, giggling over whatever is on the screen. “Oh, that,” Yeonjun says, with a decidedly evil smile. “That’s the thing you had me…”
Whatever he says next is spoken in a furtive whisper, so Soobin misses the words. Until this point, he’d only been halfway paying attention, and they’re on the other side of the room, so eavesdropping is a lost cause.
Soobin is dying to know what they’re talking about. It’s probably some omega gossip that Beomgyu would laugh off, which Soobin respects. He has his alpha gossip with Kai. But Soobin has found that omega gossip is always the most interesting gossip, and he feels like the luckiest man alive whenever Beomgyu shares pieces of it with him. If he asks Beomgyu about it later, he might share Yeonjun’s tidbit. But it’s just gossip, a fleeting exchange between best friends, something that happens several times each night they hang out like this—
“—right, Soobin-hyung?” Kai says, snapping Soobin from his trance.
Soobin had completely forgotten they were having a conversation, too preoccupied with the devilish curve to Beomgyu’s smile, Yeonjun’s knowing laugh. He’d completely missed whatever Kai was saying.
“What? I’m sorry,” Soobin says.
Thankfully, Kai doesn’t seem to notice why he’d been distracted. “We’re not going to hold the party this year, but you guys can still come over on New Year’s Eve. We’ll celebrate, but we’ll keep it quiet so we don’t wake Hawon up. What do you think?”
“That sounds nice,” Soobin says. It’s strange to think back on this time last year, when Taehyun had been fretting over the planning for his New Year’s Eve party-slash-pregnancy reveal. Now he has a daughter, and not much time for parties. Pack gatherings are still important, though, squeezed in whenever the five of them have a moment of spare time, and the new year is a good thing to celebrate. “We’ll be there.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to celebrate your… anniversary, instead?” Kai asks, raising his eyebrows.
Taehyun titters into his drink. “Recreating the day might be the best way to celebrate.”
Soobin’s face is warm. He can blame it on the temperature in the room, or the drink he’d had earlier. “We can celebrate on our own after.”
“Soobin-hyung, ready to go?” Beomgyu asks abruptly, standing from his seat so fast that it nearly falls over behind him. When Soobin glances at Yeonjun, he notices the older omega pointedly avoiding his eyes.
“I’m ready,” Soobin says. Kai looks slightly confused, but Taehyun’s expression is impassive. “Is there—are we—”
Are we in a hurry? is the fitting question to ask, but it feels almost rude to ask it in front of Taehyun, Yeonjun, and Kai, who have made the effort to invite them to their apartment despite their enormously busy lives, now featuring the addition of a very demanding pup.
“There’s something waiting for us at home,” Beomgyu says, retrieving his coat from where Kai had slung it over a chair earlier. He grabs Soobin’s, too, and walks over to the couch to drop it into Soobin’s lap. He leaves no room for questions.
Yeonjun snickers. Taehyun looks intrigued this time.
“Then, we’ll see you on New Year’s?” Taehyun asks. Soobin nods, hugging both him and Kai before he stands and pulls on his coat.
Yeonjun stands up to hug Soobin, too. “Have a great night,” he says, his sharp eyes glittering with something that makes Soobin nervous. He knows what he’s doing. He knows that he has a secret, and that he’s tormenting Soobin by holding onto it.
Damn scheming omegas.
Beomgyu hooks his arm around Soobin, practically dragging him to the door. “Thanks for having us,” he says, his voice extra chipper. “See you soon! I love you.”
“Always a pleasure,” Yeonjun says. Soobin knows that he’d be winking, if he were capable of it.
The train is a short walk away, and it’s a fifteen-minute ride from Beomgyu and Soobin’s apartment. “What’s the hurry?” Soobin asks once they make it outside. It’s a surprisingly mild night for late December, but Beomgyu still shivers, walking as close to Soobin as possible for warmth.
“I got a package,” Beomgyu says. “A little while after we left, but I didn’t get the notification. It was supposed to arrive yesterday.”
“We get packages all the time,” Soobin says. He must be missing something. Beomgyu never worries about theft.
“It’s sensitive,” Beomgyu says.
“Sensitive, like—” A last-minute Christmas gift for someone? Something for himself, that he’s really excited about? Something very expensive?
“You’ll see,” Beomgyu says. “It’s a surprise for you.”
For me? That should narrow it down, but Soobin’s simultaneously so frustrated and curious that he can’t focus for long enough to guess. There are too many things it could be, and none of them fit.
Unless…
Could it be? Beomgyu hasn’t mentioned it in a long while, so Soobin had assumed he’d forgotten about it, or was saving it for another time. It doesn’t seem very likely, though.
But it would definitely fit the definition of sensitive.
“Patience, alpha,” Beomgyu whispers as they step onto the train. He must have picked up on a near-imperceptible change in Soobin’s scent. “You’ll get to see it soon.”
The package is very plain. A brown box neatly taped shut. There are no identifying markers on the box, not even a business name, only an address Soobin wouldn’t recognize. Discreet, he notes. But lots of packages are shipped discreetly these days. That doesn’t exactly narrow it down. The package Soobin had received the single time he’d invested in a sex toy a few years ago had been far less discreet than the last perfectly-clean book he’d bought.
“Want the honors?” Beomgyu asks, wrapping his arms around Soobin’s waist from behind. He has to stand on the tips of his toes to nuzzle the back of Soobin’s neck. “I could wrap it and make you wait a few days, but I think you’d like to see it now.”
“I like early presents,” Soobin says, though he feels a strange sense of apprehension as he picks up the pair of scissors Beomygyu had left on the kitchen table. Beomgyu doesn’t look very nervous, though there’s something odd about his stance, his arms tense around Soobin. Without much hesitation, Soobin drags the scissors through the tape around the box, enough for him to tear it open.
There’s a business card laid on top, pastel pink with the name “Primal Pleasures” written in cursive. Soobin would laugh at it on a normal day, but he’s not in a laughing mood now—it’s a name that gives away exactly what else is in the box.
The contents of the package are unexpected, though. So unexpected that it takes Soobin to recognize exactly what it is, even though it’s the kind of thing he’s seen before. It’s the kind of thing he’s seen on dogs before, and Soobin almost makes a joke— Beomgyu, I thought we agreed we don’t have time for a dog yet. Are you sure this is the first thing we need to buy for a dog?
But it’s not meant for a dog. The shape isn’t quite right, adjusted for a human head. It’s human-sized, too.
It’s a muzzle. An actual muzzle, the kind of muzzle Soobin has only heard whispers about, and seen in exactly one bad porn video he’d accidentally clicked on while trying to watch an anime. The kind of thing people joke about fitting alphas with when they’re too loud.
“O-Oh,” Soobin says. “This—”
“For you,” Beomgyu murmurs, which doesn’t clear up much at all. “There’s another thing, too. I mean, there should be, if they didn’t mess up my order…”
Soobin gingerly places the muzzle on the table. His fingertips feel like they’re on fire where they meet the fabric. He wants to spend more time examining it, this strange new toy, but his heart is racing with anticipation. What else could possibly be in this package?
He looks back into the box, removes all of the wrappings, and—yes, there’s one other item. A dildo. Hot pink and larger than the other one they have, which is kind of freakishly realistic. It’s one Beomgyu bought for himself years ago and hated, burying it away in favor of one vibrator that he won’t let Soobin touch, only watch him use on himself, which is surprisingly hot. But he’d forgotten about the dildo until a few months ago, and since then they’ve found that Soobin appreciates it quite a bit. At least, he likes the way Beomgyu uses it.
“It’s made the same as the other one, so I thought you’d like it,” Beomgyu says. “A little more, though. Think you can handle it?”
It’s all coming to Soobin now. “You like this a lot, don’t you?” he’d crooned the last time he fucked Soobin. It was a few weeks ago, a long session that had resulted in what was easily one of the best orgasms of Soobin’s life. He’d been so out of it, on the verge of knotting, that he’d barely registered the words Beomgyu had whispered to him after. “I should get you a better toy, then. One that’s all for you.”
Anal wasn’t a completely foreign subject to Soobin before he mated Beomgyu. He’d had omega and beta boyfriends in the past, mostly with the same parts as him. He’d always been the one topping, but he learned how to provide. He didn’t really know what it meant to receive, unless he counted one very awkward attempt at fingering with his last boyfriend. It hadn’t gone very well. Maybe that was why they’d broken up.
He’d decided to try it with Beomgyu on a whim. “If you like me being on top so much, maybe I should be the one fucking you,” he’d teased. Soobin hadn’t been able to deny it; Beomgyu riding him might be his favorite sex position. “Am I your alpha? I guess I don’t need to be your alpha to fuck you.”
It could’ve ended at that joke—but then Soobin had listened to Beomgyu telling Taehyun a very interesting story about an omega he’d hooked up with in college, and it had left him with a very unfortunate hard-on in the middle of the pack dinner. Not because the image of Beomgyu fucking an omega was hot—although that was also hot, and Soobin would need to unpack that later—but because, for some reason, Soobin couldn’t get the mental image of Beomgyu using the strap on him out of his head.
He hadn’t known quite how to confess that until Beomgyu had noticed his strange behavior later that night, and he begged until Soobin stammered out his request. To his relief, Beomgyu had been more than willing to fulfill it. Of course, it had taken some trial and error—it didn’t feel good at first, and it didn’t come very naturally—but now, Soobin can confidently say he loves it. It’s the natural extension of his submissive nature.
“I can handle it,” Soobin croaks. He can definitely handle it. The dildo Beomgyu had used on him before isn’t small, but it’s an inch or so shorter than this. This one’s a little thicker, too, but Soobin would need to feel it in his hand to judge it properly. He knows there’s a limit to how big a cock can be before taking it becomes… strenuous, but this should be well within his limits.
“We don’t have to try it tonight,” Beomgyu says. He lets go of Soobin to inspect the items himself. He turns the muzzle over in his hands, inspecting the material. “But I thought I should show it to you now. Just so that you can, um…”
“I want to try it,” Soobin blurts. There’s a very telling throbbing between his legs that he doesn’t want to ignore. Not when Beomgyu has offered it. “Can we—I just need to—”
Beomgyu pulls on Soobin’s arm to spin him around, then tugs him down, leaning up again to meet him in a kiss. Brief, but full of passion, a hint of what will come.
“Take as long as you need,” Beomgyu says. His smile is wide, beautiful, and it makes Soobin’s heart flutter. “I’ll be waiting for you.”
His scent swells between them, laced with unexpected need. This might not be the way Soobin was taught he should pleasure his omega, but somehow it makes perfect sense. Beomgyu wants this, has gone through great effort to prepare it, and Soobin is determined to show him exactly how much he likes this gift.
The dildo isn’t very unexpected. It’s the muzzle that Soobin contemplates during his time in the bathroom. His list of kinks isn’t very extensive, and their most ambitious sessions tend to be during heat or rut, when their inhibitions have been lowered. They haven’t discussed a muzzle extensively, but Soobin does remember how it started.
“I’m gonna get you a damn muzzle,” Beomgyu had grumbled a few weeks ago, after a particularly heated night that had resulted in a mess of dark bruises adorning his neck. He was fretting over how to cover the marks before work that morning, settling on a combination of makeup and a scarf. “I think you need it. What do you think about that? I heard they’re in style lately.”
“If you want,” Soobin had said. He hadn’t taken it very seriously, until Beomgyu had pulled a website up on his phone and shown him a selection of accessories that made him blush. A growing trend, apparently. For alphas who are a bit too mouthy during sex, or the select few who are like Soobin, and enjoy being deprived of their most basic instincts.
Biting isn’t something Soobin had ever imagined removing from sex, though. Beomgyu could still bite him, but they couldn’t kiss. Usually, having sex involves a lot of kissing for them. It also involves a lot of oral—Soobin likes to give more than he likes to receive, and sometimes feeling Beomgyu get off on his tongue is even better than him getting off on his cock. He can’t explain it, he only knows that he likes to please Beomgyu above all else.
Needless to say, his mouth is an important tool. That isn’t to say he’s incompetent with his other attributes—he just knows that Beomgyu enjoys his tongue, and he likes using it. Muzzling would be a big jump from what they normally do.
Soobin isn’t completely averse to trying new things, though. “I’ll take a look through them,” Beomgyu said. “Maybe I’ll find something I think you’ll like.”
Apparently, he’d been successful.
As promised, Beomgyu is waiting in their bedroom. He’s already got the strap-on set up, which makes Soobin a little hot under the collar. At least he’s still fully clothed. The muzzle waits beside him, though, and Soobin can’t tear his eyes away from it as he closes the bedroom door.
“Sorry, I know I said you should take your time, but I was starting to get impatient,” Beomgyu says. One of his hands lies suspiciously in his lap, perfect to grind against, but he doesn’t smell of slick just yet. “How are you feeling, Soobin-ah?”
It’s just Soobin’s name, but the way he says it feels degrading. If Soobin had a tail, it would be tucked between his legs as he sits on the bed in front of Beomgyu.
“I’m excited,” Soobin says. Adrenaline is already coursing through him. It would be embarrassing to become hard at just the sight of a dildo Beomgyu bought for him, not even a real dick—not that just looking at an actual dick would be enough for him—but Beomgyu’s scent is distinctly tantalizing. The way he looks at Soobin is sultry, his eyes dark, the slightest pout to his lips like he’s waiting for something.
“Good,” Beomgyu says. He sits up straight, reaching for Soobin. He rests his hands on Soobin’s shoulders, tracing them. His fingers brush against Soobin’s mating bite, and he shivers. “Tell me if any of this is too much, okay? I know I kind of sprung this on you.”
“It’s okay. I like it,” Soobins says. He’s surprised by how much he likes it, but he’s not going to question it.
“If it ever becomes too much, I mean. We can stop whenever, if you need to,” Beomgyu says. Soobin nods as Beomgyu’s hand reaches his face, his thumb pressing into his bottom lip. “Ready? Want to touch me?”
“I’m ready. I want to,” Soobin says, and a fire lights in his belly. He moves forward, bracing his weight on his palms as he leans over Beomgyu. Beomgyu melts into the mattress automatically, his chin tilted up.
Before Soobin can kiss him, when their mouths are an inch apart, Beomgyu places a hand between them to stop him. “Ah, wait,” he says firmly, and Soobin freezes. “That’s not what we’re doing tonight, remember?”
One of his hands strays to the muzzle, and he lifts it. Soobin sucks in a breath.
“No kissing?” Soobin asks. He hadn’t realized Beomgyu meant no kissing at all, not even before.
“Is that alright?” Beomgyu asks. It’s a challenge. “I think you’ll be able to find another way to work me up.”
“It’s alright. I can do it,” Soobin says. He sits back as Beomgyu pushes himself up, making brief yet heavy eye contact as he holds the muzzle to Soobin’s face. Soobin closes his eyes, surrendering to Beomgyu’s gentle hands as he fixes the muzzle.
It’s not as heavy as Soobin was expecting. He doesn’t know why he was expecting it to be heavy. Beomgyu mutters a curse as he fails to secure it the first time, but it only takes a second. He tests the straps with his finger—not too tight, not too loose. Soobin exhales shakily, opening his eyes.
“Comfortable?” Beomgyu asks, lowering his hands. There’s a kind of wonder in his expression that makes Soobin’s chest throb, but now isn’t the time to be lingering on how much he loves his mate—he has to show it.
He gives his head a shake to test the restraint. The muzzle is cumbersome, and definitely not like anything he’s worn before, the slight pressure around his head a constant reminder of what he’s wearing. He doubts he can ever forget it’s there, with the weave visible in front of his nose.
“It’s good,” he mumbles. He can’t open his mouth all the way, but it’s not uncomfortable. He can still speak, albeit softly,
“You sure?” Beomgyu asks. There’s a distinctive teasing lilt to his voice. “You know how the shop advertises these? They say you should have room to pant. That’s how you choose a muzzle for a dog, too.”
Is Beomgyu trying to liken him to a dog? Soobin isn’t sure what he thinks of that particular kink.
“They also say you’re supposed to give dogs treats when you’re muzzle training them. You know, so they start to associate it with a positive thing,” Beomgyu continues. This dialogue would make Soobin cringe in any other circumstance, but tonight he listens, totally enraptured. “I think this whole night is going to be a treat for you, but do you want to undress me?”
“Yes,” Soobin says, not caring about how desperately eager he sounds. Beomgyu smiles.
This is the one part Soobin gets to set the pace for, but he doesn’t want to take it slow tonight. Now that it’s on, the muzzle is slightly humiliating, but he can’t say he minds, not when Beomgyu is looking at him like this. Beomgyu cooperates as Soobin pulls his shirt over his head, then stills as he pops the button open on his pants.
“These are really tight,” Soobin comments. Difficult to pull down his legs, an annoying disruption.
“I know. Gotta show off,” Beomgyu says.
Soobin bites back a smile. Beomgyu probably wouldn’t be able to see it through the muzzle regardless. “Don’t have much to show off.”
Beomgyu gasps, affronted. “Hey, how could y—”
“It’s cute,” Soobin interrupts. “You’re cute, even if you have no ass.”
Beomgyu sighs. His head falls against the pillows as Soobin pulls his underwear down. The garment is damp. It satisfies Soobin to know that Beomgyu is getting wet for him even though he’s barely touched him, and they haven’t kissed. Beomgyu is simply attuned to him in every way.
Beomgyu’s body is a sight Soobin will never tire of—tonight, it aggravates him that the muzzle obstructs his field of vision. Beomgyu’s skin is golden in the light from their bedside lamp, and he parts his legs cooperatively, allowing Soobin to settle between them. He traces his hands down Beomgyu’s chest, over the ridges of his ribs, his soft belly, to the curves of his hips. He fits perfectly in Soobin’s hands, like their bodies were molded for each other.
Pretty. The word rests on the tip of Soobin’s tongue.
“Can I touch you?” Soobin asks. He wonders if Beomgyu can understand him. The words came out all wrong, like another person is saying them instead of Soobin.
“I said you could,” Beomgyu says, letting his legs fall even further apart. Soobin is drawn to him like a magnet.
He won’t be fucking Beomgyu tonight, but he still loves to touch him like this. He hears Beomgyu’s quivering inhale as Soobin’s fingers brush over his clit, then lower, to where slick spills from him. He’s soft everywhere, but especially here.
“You don’t get to touch me there tonight,” Beomgyu says when just the tip of Soobin’s finger dips inside him. His voice is breathy, and despite his request, Soobin can feel more slick dribble out of him. He can’t help his body’s response to stimulation, even if it isn’t a response he needs tonight. “Maybe later, but not now. You remember what we’re doing, right?”
Soobin retracts his hand. His pants are starting to become painful. “I remember.”
“So you’ll be good for me?” Beomgyu asks. Soobin nods quickly, and Beomgyu sits up, tucking his knees under himself. “Alright, then. Take your clothes off. Then lie down.”
Soobin’s heart is absolutely pounding. He can sense Beomgyu’s eyes boring into him as he strips, discarding his clothing on the floor.
As requested, he lies down. “On your stomach,” Beomgyu corrects, and Soobin turns over.
This is definitely humiliating. Beomgyu is pushing him, maybe harder than he’s ever pushed him before, but Soobin welcomes it, relishing in the new feelings and sensations. Beomgyu runs a hand down his spine, the touch familiar and soothing.
“Perfect,” Beomgyu says, rare praise, and the tension in Soobin’s chest ebbs. “I think it’s time for that reward.”
“I—I thought undressing—”
“Silly alpha,” Beomgyu says. “Remember what else I said? All of this is your reward.”
Soobin isn’t entirely sure he knows what he’s being rewarded for, but he’s not going to complain. He listens as Beomgyu rummages through the bedside drawers for lube, something they rarely need for Beomgyu but keep on hand in abundance anyway. “Stay like that,” Beomgyu says when Soobin starts to fidget, trying to rut his cock into the sheets for a hint of friction that he knows Beomgyu won’t be giving him. He hears the bottle open. “Just like that. Be patient.”
Beomgyu’s hands are warm, but the lube is cool. Soobin flinches as Beomgyu traces over his rim with the pad of his finger, testing him. “You’re awfully tense,” Beomgyu says, and Soobin nearly whimpers. It’s not the assessment he was hoping for. “But that’s okay. We’ll get you loosened up in no time.”
The motion of his finger never stops, and soon enough, Soobin has begun to warm up to the touch. For all of Beomgyu’s teasing, he takes it slow, sinking just the tip of his finger into Soobin, holding it, letting Soobin adjust to the intrusion. It’s not much, but it has been a few weeks, and Soobin has to remind himself to relax, relax. It’s Beomgyu.
“Good boy,” Beomgyu says. This is far more praise than he usually offers Soobin. He must really be worried about breaking up. “I’m going to give you more. Just be patient.”
He removes his finger, then presses back in, deeper than before. It doesn’t feel good, necessarily, but it’s not unpleasant. With concentration, Soobin can force his muscles to relax around Beomgyu’s finger. Really, they haven’t tried this many times before. As he likes it, they’re both still learning.
Soobin exhales. He wants to press his face into the pillow, to hide it, but he can’t with the muzzle. He can only lie still as Beomgyu thrusts his finger deeper, curling it against Soobin’s walls, the friction becoming more pleasant as Soobin adjusts. Beomgyu’s movements are almost painfully slow, hypnotic, and Soobin can’t help but request more. “Beomgyu-yah, please.”
“Please? Did I hear that right?” Beomgyu muses. Soobin nods, and when Beomgyu doesn’t respond, squeaks out a yes. “Why should I?”
“I…” Soobin doesn’t have a good answer. He definitely hasn’t earned it. Because he wants to earn it, then? Is that what Beomgyu’s looking for? “I don’t know.”
“I suppose I can give you more,” Beomgyu says, with a derisive laugh. “But you’re sure you can take it? It won’t hurt?”
Soobin finds it incredible how Beomgyu manages to both check up on him and mock him at the same time. He thrusts his finger harder, deeper, as if proving a point. But it doesn’t hurt at all, the friction giving way to something more pleasurable, and all Soobin wants is more. He’s hurtling deeper and deeper into this headspace Beomgyu effortlessly sends him into, pushing him to be good, obedient, to take whatever is given to him.
“Please,” Soobin repeats.
As mean as Beomgyu can be during sex, he’s merciful when it counts. He pulls his finger out and fits another alongside it when he pushes back in. It stings, but Soobin breathes through it, willing himself not to tense up again. The sensation is fuller, more intense, and it steals Soobin’s breath.
“How do you feel?” Beomgyu asks. His free hand rests on Soobin’s hip, kneading into his skin.
“G… Good. Good,” Soobin stammers. Vulnerable, but he trusts Beomgyu completely, with his body and heart. LIke his head is surrounded by fog, but he wants to submit to it, to let himself float away, Beomgyu’s hands on him and inside him the only thing that matters.
He can hear Beomgyu’s smile in his voice. “You’re doing well. You know I’ll take care of you, don’t you?”
He thrusts his fingers deeper inside Soobin, curling them together, looking for a specific spot. Soobin nearly chokes on a moan when Beomgyu finds it, shaking all over. The feeling is absolutely incredible, indescribable, an all-encompassing pleasure that Soobin can’t believe he’d gone so many years without.
It’s a slow process, no matter how eager Soobin is for it—he’s simply not an omega, so he requires more work. Beomgyu doesn’t seem to mind at all, though. His touch is relentless, and he doesn’t even reprimand Soobin for trying to grind against the bed. “Take whatever you need,” he says, when Soobin pushes back on his fingers. Somehow, knowing that Beomgyu could take that pleasure away at any moment makes it more terrifying. “Almost there…”
By the time Beomgyu adds a third finger, Soobin swears he’s nearly delirious, drunk on pleasure. He whines, the noise embarrassingly high-pitched. Definitely unbecoming of an alpha, but he couldn’t care less. Beomgyu’s scent is intoxicating, the scent of slick filling the room, but Soobin will have to appreciate it from afar.
“Please. Please, please, I’m ready—”
Beomgyu laughs again, but it isn’t nearly as intimidating as before. He’s falling apart, too. Soobin can tell without looking at him, only by the way his touches stutter, the wavering in his voice, the slightest change in the notes of his scent. “Poor thing. You don’t even know what you need, do you? I bought you a new toy, remember? We have to be extra careful.”
Soobin lets out another drawn-out whine. Beomgyu thrusts his fingers harshly, the angle sharp, and Soobin clenches down on them.
“You’re almost there. Just a bit more,” Beomgyu says. “You’re almost ready for me… Fuck, your scent…”
Am I doing good? Soobin wonders. He must be, if Beomgyu likes his scent. He knows that there are times when it’s hard for Beomgyu to maintain his stern façade when they do scenes like this. There have been multiple occasions when Beomgyu has broken character to frantically scent him or praise him instead of degrading him. He wonders if tonight is one of those nights, or if Beomgyu is extra dedicated to making sure he can give Soobin what he promised him.
True to his word, Beomgyu doesn’t keep him waiting for long. “I was going to fuck you like this,” Beomgyu says as he removes his fingers. The feeling of being empty is strange, but Soobin is good. He doesn’t complain. Beomgyu rests his hands on his hips, and oh, that makes him feel something. “But what’s the point of having the muzzle, then? You won’t be tempted to bite me if you can’t see me, and there’s no fun in that.”
He turns Soobin over with a hand on his shoulder, and Soobin doesn’t have the will to fight it at all. “Beomgyu,” he gasps. It’s true, he feels completely powerless like this. His voice is muffled by the muzzle, and when Beomgyu looks down at him, his eyes are full of scorn. His hand finds Soobin’s cock, giving him a few strokes, but it brings hardly any relief.
Beomgyu takes a moment to arrange the strap-on, making eye contact with Soobin as he dips a hand between his legs, gathering his own slick to coat the toy. Soobin swears his brain stops working then, not a thought left in him as Beomgyu resumes hovering over him. It’s difficult for Soobin to see much at this angle—and maybe he really is delirious, but he’s stuck on the visual. It’s strange that the toy can look so unnatural yet completely natural on Beomgyu at the same time, like this is what they’ve always been meant to do.
Beomgyu presses a kiss to Soobin’s forehead, his lips cool against his overheated skin. “What do you think? Like this?”
Soobin nods. He hooks his legs around Beomgyu’s waist automatically, bringing him in closer, and Beomgyu braces himself over Soobin. The tip of the toy nudges against Soobin’s rim, and he shudders.
“Please,” he whispers. His breathing comes in heavy pants, his chest heaving. He doesn’t know what about this night feels different than the other times Beomgyu has fucked him—it’s probably in Beomgyu’s mentality, the way he’s handled Soobin, rough yet leaving room for Soobin to rest.
Beomgyu smiles. No matter how strict he is, he always seems to fall for Soobin’s begging. He gives a careful roll of his hips, pressing the tip of the toy inside Soobin. It’s wider than Beomgyu’s fingers, but he’s well-prepared for his stretch, and it only takes a few moments for his body to accept it.
Beomgyu’s eyes scan his expression, assessing his body language. “More?” he asks, and Soobin nods. Beomgyu thrusts more of the toy into him, and then a little more, and a little more. In and out, building a slow yet intense rhythm. Either their mating bond aids him, or Beomgyu is simply a natural at this, but he’d learned very quickly which spots inside Soobin bring him the most pleasure.
One of Beomgyu’s hands finds Soobin’s, wrapping around the scent gland on his wrist and pinning it to the bed. The stimulation to his scent gland goes straight to his cock, scorching hot sensitivity. He feels like he’s burning up from the inside out, starting from the shape of Beomgyu inside him.
“Do you like this?” Beomgyu asks. He gives another short thrust, finally bottoming out, and Soobin moans. “How does it feel? My cock?”
“P-Perfect,” Soobin breathes. There isn’t a better word for it. He can barely think, everything fuzzy around the edges. As Beomgyu picks up his pace, his thrusts steady but desperate, Soobin can feel himself slipping away.
Soobin nearly knocks the muzzle into Beomgyu’s face. He wants to kiss him so badly. Beomgyu was right—the temptation was exponentially worse when he’s looking at Beomgyu, at his lips, at his neck.
He doesn’t just want to kiss. He wants to bite. There’s a reason Beomgyu had chosen a muzzle—biting might be Soobin’s most basic alpha instinct, something he’s never had qualms about, something he’s always loved. It’s his fault. He’d given Beomgyu the muzzle idea, with his lack of self-control.
Beomgyu seems to read his mind. “If you’re good, I’ll take the muzzle off next time,” he says. His face is flushed with exertion, his skin damp with sweat when Soobin grabs at his shoulders. “But you have to learn your lesson, baby.”
I can be good. I promise I can be good, Soobin wants to say, but what would he do if Beomgyu removed the muzzle? Immediately bite him. Not if Beomgyu truly didn’t want him to, of course. But Beomgyu’s scent betrays him. He wants it just as much as Soobin—maybe the muzzle is to deprive himself, too. He wouldn’t say no to Soobin—maybe he’d even ask for it, and Soobin doesn’t have it in him to ever refuse his omega…
“Good alpha. But you’re really just proving all the things I say, you know? What’s the point of having that knot of yours if you don’t know how to use it?” Beomgyu pants. “If you—If you don’t even try to use it?”
Embarrassingly, Soobin moans. “I want to—want to give it to you—”
His cock is absolutely aching for attention. Beomgyu feels absolutely incredible inside him, but he’d feel incredible around Soobin, too. White-hot pleasure tingles up his spine, spreading through his body. It fills Soobin with desperation, but he can’t beg for more, not when he knows Beomgyu won’t give it to him. He hasn’t earned it yet.
“You’d let me do anything to you. You let me muzzle you,” Beomgyu continues. “Now you can’t even use your mouth, and tha—that’s the only thing you’re good for… since you don’t… since you don’t know how to use your knot.”
This is it. This is why he’d wanted to muzzle Soobin in the first place. To test him by taking away his favorite thing, to see if Soobin can satisfy him in other ways.
It’s a cruel thing to mention now, and Soobin loves it.
“I can,” Soobin insists. He squeezes his eyes shut and bright spots dance behind them. “I can…”
“You’d rather make me do all the work. You’d rather your omega fuck you instead,” Beomgyu hisses. “It’s a good thing I don’t mind.”
He pins Soobin with his hands, his smaller body leaning over him, close enough that he could kiss him if not for the muzzle. His thrusts are fast and harsh, and Soobin can already tell he’s going to be sore later, but it’s exactly what he wants . He can feel himself hurtling towards the brink, his cock leaking onto his stomach.
Beomgyu takes pity on Soobin, wrapping a hand tightly around him, tugging at his cock at a pace that matches the brutal thrust of his hips. It’s too much, too much together, but Soobin thinks he would cry if Beomgyu suddenly stopped. His knot starts to grow under Beomgyu’s hand, swelling rapidly.
He can’t knot from this. He’s not close to rut, and Beomgyu isn’t close to heat, and his cock isn’t even inside something. He hasn’t knotted from so little since a very unfortunate wet dream as a teenager. He doesn’t think it’s possible. It can’t be. And yet he trembles in Beomgyu’s arms, the pressure in his growing knot nearly unbearable, a telltale sign of—
“It’s a good thing I like this,” Beomgyu says. “You’re all for me. Your knot. Your hole. All mine, my mate.”
Soobin gasps as he comes, tingling warmth racing through his entire body. It’s an explosive feeling, indescribably intense, and he clings to Beomgyu so hard it must hurt. Beomgyu doesn’t slow his thrusts, fucking him through it, and sharp sensivity comes rushing back to Soobin’s body.
What Soobin forgot was that it hurts when he doesn’t knot inside something—whether it’s a half-way satisfying knot inside someone’s mouth, or the discomfort of pulling out last-minute. It’s better not to knot at all than to feel the urge again immediately, to make up for the failed knot. But Beomgyu knows exactly what to do—he wraps both hands around the knot, squeezing hard, pressure that would have been painful in any other circumstance. It’s not an identical simulation, but it takes the edge off.
“Oh my god,” Beomgyu whispers. “I wasn’t expecting—you… You…”
Soobin can barely form the words. The only thing he can truly process is the feeling of Beomgyu’s hands around his knot. He awkwardly thrusts into Beomgyu’s hands, the motion of his hips nearly involuntary as he spills onto his stomach, a somewhat disgusting amount of cum. “Di-didn’t think I could.”
“You knotted. For me,” Beomgyu breathes. “Because I fucked you. Soobin…”
Soobin whimpers, incapable of any other sound. He thinks the peak of his knot is already beginning to pass, leaving him dissatisfied yet floaty and peaceful, as though he’s lying on a cloud.
“Can I bite you?” Beomgyu asks. “Please. I want to bite you, Soobin-hyung. Love you so much, I need…”
Soobin’s brain is so sluggish that it takes him what must be a full thirty seconds to process Beomgyu’s request. Beomgyu doesn’t just want to bite him. He wants to mate him. They’re already mated, but that doesn’t mean they can’t renew their mating bites, break the skin and reopen the scars on their necks. They’ve already done it once since they mated, hardly enough time to fully heal the bite in-between.
The healing is unpleasant, but Beomgyu wants to mate with him because he knotted. Because he enjoyed being fucked that much, because of his unusual tastes, because… Soobin can’t process the full weight of it now.
All he knows is that he wants it. He can feel the desire building in him now, demanding to be sated. “Bite me. Bite me,” he begs, and Beomgyu doesn’t hesitate to sink his teeth into his neck.
It hurts. Mating bites are supposed to be deep, but the initial flare of pain is enough to shrink Soobin’s remaining knot. What follows is pure bliss, a pleasant feeling that sweeps through his entire body, filling his limbs with a euphoric, golden numbness. The best way to bond with his mate, letting him take him like this all over again, even better than the orgasm.
After a moment, Beomgyu removes his teeth from the bite, soothing it with his tongue. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, and Soobin doesn’t understand what he’s sorry for until he lifts Soobin’s head, quickly undoing the binds on the muzzle. Beomgyu tosses it somewhere to the side, and Soobin breathes a sigh of relief, his mouth finding Beomgyu’s scent gland. He can’t bring himself to care that Beomgyu has probably gotten cum on his face, or in his hair.
He moves on instinct, his body compelled to return the bite. When he bites down, he can feel the echo of Beomgyu’s pleasure through their connection, alongside the rush of pride that fills him, the flame of his instincts finally quenched. Beomgyu whimpers softly, but he doesn’t sound like he’s in pain.
The unpleasant taste of blood hits Soobin’s tongue, and he quickly unlocks his jaw. Beomgyu’s face is totally serene even though the scent of his need is so thick in the air Soobin swears he can taste it. Peaches, fully ripe, and Soobin needs to provide for him.
“You haven’t come,” he says. “Beomgyu-yah, can I—?”
Beomgyu’s expression is dazed. “Yeah. Yeah, let me…”
He carefully pulls out of Soobin, removing the strap from himself. Soobin reaches forward to pull Beomgyu against his chest, one hand diving between his legs. He’d been able to smell Beomgyu’s slick earlier, but now that he’s touching him, he can feel that Beomgyu is absolutely soaked. His thighs are sticky, slick still trickling out of him, but Soobin focuses on his clit, circling it with his fingers.
It doesn’t take much at all. Beomgyu’s mouth falls open on a silent gasp, and he shudders as he comes. Few things leave Soobin more satisfied than this—caring for his omega, giving him exactly what he deserves. Wasn’t Beomgyu perfect for him?
It takes them a few minutes to catch their breath. Beomgyu lays on top of Soobin’s chest, stroking his hair, tracing over the lines the muzzle left on his skin. His scent is still deliciously sweet, pleasant, but not desperately overpowering. It leaves Soobin with a warm glow in his chest, wonderful and secure, chasing away the anxious vulnerability that creeps in at the edge of his consciousness.
“We should get cleaned up,” Beomgyu says eventually. He doesn’t sound like he wants to get up, but he has a point. Soobin is uncomfortably sticky all over, and he doesn’t want to know which fluids are which. “Do you feel alright, hyung? Did I push you too much?”
He’s so earnest, so eager to please. Soobin is so incredibly lucky, isn’t he? The luckiest alpha in the world, to have such a beautiful and loving mate, one who will unquestionably give him what he needs, indulging him and committing himself to sharing his life with him. Soobin is too exhausted and emotional to piece all of it together now, but he’s overwhelmed with love.
“Not at all,” Soobin says. It might hit him later, but he’s so secure in Beomgyu’s arms. Nothing can hurt him here. Nothing can hurt at all. “I loved it. I really loved it. Did you?”
Beomgyu smiles. Softer than all of his smiles earlier, exposing his whisker dimples. His eyes are bright and shiny, beautiful. His mating bite is still welling up with blood, and Soobin should be disturbed by the image, but he isn’t at all. Everything about this image is perfect, everything he wants for his life. “I did. I was so worried it wouldn’t work, though. I’m happy. I love you.”
“I know. I love you, too.” His mating bite is still throbbing, the physical marker of exactly how much Beomgyu loves him. “You said you’d take care of me tonight?”
Beomgyu leans forward to kiss him. Kissing him is even sweeter now, after so long of being deprived of it, now that he knows he’s earned it. “Of course,” Beomgyu says. “You need it. You were so good for me, alpha.”
Soobin wrinkles his nose, but he can’t stop himself from smiling in return. His perfect mate, the person he could trust with anything in the world.