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He was an art piece. Body, molding itself like clay, his figure becoming sculpturesque with every movement.
Seunghyun watched, leered. He was like a deer, so pure and graceful, and Seunghyun was a wolf. Like a predator watching its prey.
His body couldn’t move like it used to, arthritis had set in far too young for Jiyong. But Seunghyun didn’t care.
They’d had this arrangement for over a decade, they hopped in and out of relationships, but one thing always stayed the same.
This.
So much that their heat and rut cycles respectively were permanently synced. And he could smell it coming on; Jiyong’s heat cycle, any moment now.
So he danced for Seunghyun, let his eyes devour him until his heat was to begin. And as the end of the song approached, he identified the smell tinging towards his nose.
The mixture of roses and pineapples hit his nostrils in style. He could tell, the older omega’s hormones were completely out of control this time.
He cried easily, longed for touch a bit too much, knew that once he started his heat cycle, he would do nothing but long for Seunghyun.
And he preferred it like that.
He knew they weren’t committive, knew the omega already had an alpha, but he couldn’t help but feel possessive over him in these times. Perhaps it was just his rut.
Or, possibly, he also knew that the omega’s little ‘boyfriend’ couldn’t satisfy him, not the way that Seunghyun could.
Either way, he seemed to like getting claimed, because every time Seunghyun would tell him who he really belonged to, the omega would get wet with slick.
“Jiyong, come to me.” He minded without being told twice, always well-mannered for Seunghyun. “Good boy.” His deep voice uttered the ethereal dancer.
He may have not been capable of moving the way he once did, but he was still so elegant. Even when his nerves made him tremble or shake, he did so gracefully, it was just in his nature.
In all white, he looked delicate. A black choker contrasted his pure white fur coat and matching tank top. Seunghyun was so turned on, Jiyong looked gorgeous, and the alpha couldn’t help but want to rail him, to fuck him in every imaginable position while his heat cycle made him go wild.
Every time they played this little game of theirs, Seunghyun felt emboldened; a certain cocky type of confidence that only came from an alpha who properly satisfied their omega.
“God, you look so gorgeous.” He told the omega. He couldn’t stop undressing him with his eyes, admiring every inch of him.
He looked so submissive, so passive and ready to be fucked. “Hyung, please…” He quietly begged, his heat taking full control of his hormones.
Seunghyun grabbed ahold of the omega’s hips, ones that created curves that did nothing but lure him into wanting him again and again. “Fuck, baby, you’re making me so hard.”
His hands slid down to cup his asscheeks, squeezing them, when he realized that his loose white pants had been soaked through with slick.
“So wet for me, hmm? My little whore.”
“I bet your boyfriend doesn’t make you this wet now, does he?” He shuddered, attraction pulsing through his veins. “N-No, hyung. Only you.”
He put his hands back on Jiyong’s hips and thrust him onto his lap. “Gonna fuck you right here, gonna bend you over this chair and fuck you until you cry.”
His lips met the omega’s, and flames of passion were lit as their tongues greeted one another. He could taste the same scent that he was producing, his saliva a tang of pineapple and rose petals.
Seunghyun adored the taste, couldn’t get enough of it.
Jiyong could taste him, too. He tasted like oak trees and Pinot noir, the same scent that began to subtly flood his nose ever since he began sitting on the alpha’s lap.
“Tell me,” he prodded, as he tussled with the omega’s pants. “How do you feel when you’re with him?”
There was silence for a minute, but he already knew by his slick-soaked legs what the answer was going to be. “Like I’m gonna die without you.”
“That’s what I thought.”
He held onto Jiyong’s waist, his legs wrapped around Seunghyun’s legs almost subconsciously. He stood up, redirecting himself and sitting the omega down.
The white, fuzzy chair that had been such a frequent background in their lovemaking was now soaked in slick.
Seunghyun caged his small body, arms invading both directions and preventing him from squirming.
He looked so beautiful from this position, his pure collarbone visible and calling out to him. He knew he wasn’t allowed to mark the omega, respected the boundaries he’d allotted him. But God, he was tempted in that moment.
He stripped Jiyong of his pants, revealing white lace panties that matched his outfit. Seunghyun couldn’t think of a single thing that would’ve aroused him more than this.
His fingers made it to the omega’s warm cunt, two sliding in with ease. “So fucking wet for me.” He mutters, almost a whisper. “I- I need you so bad right now.”
He let his fingers do the work for a bit, thrusting in and out of the omega. The sounds that came from Jiyong were so lewd, pretty like a doll, as he slowly became a mess.
“Your cunt is always so sweet for me.” Jiyong’s cock twitched, his heat making him sensitive to every touch. “Should I taste it tonight?” The omega nodded, “Please,” he whined.
“You want my tongue in your boy pussy? You look so pretty tonight, I could eat you for hours.” And he dove in, tongue licking a stripe across his convulsing hole. Then, his tongue entered, and the stimulation was almost too much to bear.
Not quite enough to cum untouched. His tongue couldn’t reach his prostate, but it was enough to get him close. The taste of the omega’s slick invaded his tongue, the fluid dripping down his chin.
His legs were shaking. We’ve been doing this too long for it to be this exciting, he thought. It wasn’t the first time he’d gotten eaten out by the older artist, but each time felt almost too lewd, too shamefully hedonistic.
Jiyong hated how wet it made him, how wet Seunghyun made him. If it were up to him, he would be with Seunghyun all the time. Fucking every night, enjoying every day.
But he was stuck.
He’d retired from dancing, and his boyfriend, Soohyuk, came from a tremendously wealthy family. And it was difficult to leave knowing that he paid for everything.
He wouldn’t burden Seunghyun with those details of his relationship, but the alpha clearly knew he was unhappy in his relationship. Actually preferred it if he was, because he hated Jiyong’s relationship.
And he hated Soohyuk, had met him on occasion at events that Jiyong just happened to attend. He found the man completely unbearable.
That was part of why hearing the omega scream and squirm under the earthquake that was his tongue made Seunghyun’s cock twitch.
The taste was so sweet, refined like a nectar. In between the incessant licking and prodding, he’d kiss his pretty hole. Sometimes just with light pecks, sometimes it was more of a lust-filled tongue kiss. Jiyong could almost feel embarrassed, had he not been consumed by hormones of his heat.
The stimulation was beginning to border on mind-numbingly good, and the sounds he made were humiliating yet so absentminded that he didn’t even realize how he sounded
Even though they’d done this before, Jiyong felt so vulnerable. Something about having his hot slick invade Seunghyun’s mouth was so tentative and raw.
And the way he moaned — screamed for his tongue, it went straight to Seunghyun’s cock, twitching and squirting with precum. He heard something unexpected, because his tongue could not reach the omega’s prostate.
“Hyung. I think I’m gonna cum.”
So whiny, just from his tongue? Seunghyun couldn’t have felt more pride in himself, that he made Jiyong that horny.
His tongue became more vicious in eating the boy out, trembling thighs held down by strong hands. He came, loudly and without hesitation. Though he received no verbal confirmation of whether or not he could do so, it was confirmed simply by the fact that Seunghyun kept going, intensifying his efforts knowing he was close.
He was now floating in the aftermath of an insanely good orgasm, but just as he was starting to come down, he could feel fingers sliding into his over-sensitive, slick-soaked boy pussy. The sensations coursed through his veins, setting them alight.
Seunghyun’s saliva coated all around the omega’s hole.
“You liked that so much, so so much.” He almost taunted.
“Does he make you feel like that? Make you cum just from licking your sweet cunt?”
“If that’s all it takes for him to satisfy you, why do you keep coming back to me?”
“H-hyung he doesn’t…” He trailed off lowly,
“Speak up, my little princess.” He encouraged,
“He doesn’t fuck me like you do! Nobody makes me cum like you do!” It felt so filthy to say; ‘what’s so wrong about having fun around your man’s back?’ were Seunghyun’s original words.
It was just out of convenience, really. The omega had forgotten to take heat suppressants, and Seunghyun was nearby.
But now, it had transpired into something much worse. He’d lied to Soohyuk about taking heat suppressants, only to spend his heat with Seunghyun, and his body craved and longed for that time of month that it felt like he would die without it.
The way Seunghyun made him feel was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. It was like he was a virgin again, every touch so foreign and new that he’d returned to teenage blitheness in it.
Jiyong’s sweat made the fur of the chair cling to his skin. He was certain that he was ruining the man’s furniture, but if anything, Seunghyun wanted that.
Lost in this daze of pleasure, he whined at the loss when his slim, intricate fingers removed themselves from his hole. “You ready?” And Jiyong nodded with vigor.
He flipped the omega around to face him so that he could look him in the eye as he pounded him.
He unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock, one that was bigger than Jiyong’s boyfriend’s. And the omega foamed at the mouth, craving the feeling of every inch of his walls being stuffed.
“You want my cock so badly, hmm?” He stroked himself as he said it, “Yes!”
He smirked, “More than your boyfriend’s?”
“Yes, fuck yes! You’re all I want, hyung.”
He thrusted in quickly, slick and spit coating his cock in lubricant. He gripped the omega’s hips so that he could gain a greater sense of control, arranging his — still flexible — legs higher.
And he could see Jiyong’s little cock squirting precum vigorously as he did so.
“I can’t believe how wet you are for me, my dirty slut.” Tears began trickling down his face as he felt himself stretch open for the width of the alpha.
His pheromones flooded Seunghyun’s nostrils, his sweet pineapple scent so pleasant, releasing instinctual behavior within the alpha. And he picked up pace, until it felt almost animalistic.
“Who do you belong to?” He asked as he pounded into the omega, “Hyung…” He breathed out. “Say it again. Who do you belong to?” Authoritative, this time he didn’t ask — he demanded.
“C-Choi Seunghyun! I belong to Choi Seunghyun!” His cock twitched. He wanted nothing more but for those words to become reality. After that, he heard a loud scream, and saw tears trickling down Jiyong’s cheeks.
He found his prostate.
He thrust into it with a fury, and warmth radiated throughout Jiyong’s entire body. He was floating, still so sensitive from the last time he came.
With the friction on his prostate, combined with how Seunghyun manhandled him like a doll, used his body, used him like his personal cum dump; it was all too much.
Jiyong came.
He squirted from his little cock, as well as a liquidy substance from his omega cunt that soaked Seunghyun’s cock well.
“You took me so well. Came so hard, hmm? Yeah… Yeah, you did.”
“Your cunt was greedy for me.” He could no longer formulate words, too out at that point.
“Your cunt is gonna make me cum so hard.” He grunted, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and unpredictable.
“You want me to fill your greedy boy pussy? Want me to send you back to your boyfriend while you’re dripping with another man’s cum like the dirty slut you are?” Jiyong felt like he was on fire, the overstimulation almost becoming too much to bear.
“Please cum in me, hyung.” He whined, just wanting to enjoy the high of his orgasm without the overwhelming sensation of overstimulation.
It wasn’t much longer until he came inside of Jiyong, milking his orgasm for as much as he could, so that the omega could be stuffed with his cum.
After he pulled out, he carried the — still twitching omega — to his luxuriously soft feather bed. Jiyong wasn’t quite sure who had more money, Seunghyun or Soohyuk.
What he did know, was that Seunghyun was self-made. He purchased every single piece in this house with his own money, not his parents. It felt different to Jiyong, knowing that he worked for it all.
Seunghyun was always good at aftercare. He cleaned Jiyong up well, and even gave him a heating pad to lie on his stomach for the painful cramps that heat could cause.
Though he’d lie, and say that sex was the only reason he was doing this, the only thing he enjoyed, it wasn’t true.
What he really enjoyed most was taking care of Jiyong afterwards.
As an alpha, he had naturally grown protective instincts, and it felt fulfilling to release those instincts onto such a small and beautiful omega. Something so precious that he felt like Jiyong was made of porcelain.
Like a wind-up doll, made to entertain Seunghyun, to suit his needs. And Seunghyun, he fulfilled the omega’s needs by winding him, by giving him purpose. Making him feel safe and telling him what to do.
Eventually, he would tell Jiyong that he wanted to be exclusive. He would tell Jiyong that he would get him anything he wants, support him and bankroll his lifestyle.
Jiyong would leave Soohyuk, would finally gain the courage to admit that they weren’t meant for each other. Eventually.
They set aside all those queries and moral dilemmas that accompanied their actions; those would be dealt with later.
Because Seunghyun wrapped his arms around Jiyong, held the omega through the night. It made him feel so safe.
They took comfort in the embrace of one another, not worrying about the how, after this weekend was over. And Jiyong, knowing he had to give one of his tired excuses about where he went around the fifteenth to the nineteenth of every month.
How he couldn’t call or text Seunghyun, just in case Soohyuk looked at his phone; how it would feel when this embrace ended, no.
They held each other tighter, because they knew how it would feel once it was over.
They held each other as if it were the last time.