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The rain-soaked streets of Daewon seemed to gleam with a faint, otherworldly light, as if the city itself was alive and watching the unfolding drama. Beom Taeha, resplendent in his tailored suit, stood outside the rundown apartment complex where Kang Mincheol lived. The contrast between Taeha's opulent attire and the dilapidated building was stark, a reminder of the vast chasm that separated their worlds.
As Taeha's eyes fixed on the apartment, a slow, calculating smile spread across his face. He could sense Mincheol's presence, a spark of energy that seemed to emanate from the very walls. Taeha's fingers drummed a staccato beat on the roof of his car, a gesture that betrayed his otherwise calm demeanor.
The door to the apartment complex creaked open, and Mincheol emerged, his eyes cast down at the ground. Taeha's gaze locked onto him, drinking in the sight of the omega's rugged, worn features. For a moment, they just stood there, the only sound the rain pounding against the pavement.
Mincheol's eyes flickered up, meeting Taeha's gaze with a spark of defiance. The alpha's smile grew, his eyes glinting with amusement. He could see the fire in Mincheol's gaze, the determination to survive, to thrive, despite the odds stacked against him.
Taeha's voice, low and husky, cut through the silence. "Kang Mincheol," he said, the words dripping with an unspoken promise. "It's been a long time."
Mincheol's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in a mixture of anger and wariness. "Beom Taeha," he replied, his voice even, but with a hint of tension.
The air seemed to vibrate with tension as the two men stood there, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. Taeha's power and wealth seemed to emanate from him like a palpable force, while Mincheol's pride and determination stood as a bulwark against the alpha's advances.
The game had begun, and Taeha was ready to play. He would stop at nothing to claim Mincheol, to make him his own. The question was, would Mincheol surrender to the alpha's desires, or would he fight back, refusing to be broken? Only time would tell, but one thing was certain – the outcome would be nothing short of explosive.
As the silence between them stretched, Taeha's eyes never left Mincheol's face. He could see the omega's mind racing, weighing his options, trying to gauge the alpha's intentions. Taeha's smile grew, his lips curling up in a slow, deliberate gesture.
"I've been looking for you, Mincheol," Taeha said, his voice low and husky, the words dripping with an unspoken promise. "You're a hard man to find."
Mincheol's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in a mixture of anger and wariness. "I've been keeping a low profile," he replied, his voice even, but with a hint of tension.
Taeha chuckled, the sound low and menacing. "I can see that," he said, his eyes roving over Mincheol's worn clothes, his rough hands. "You've come a long way down, Mincheol. From the heights of power to...this."
Mincheol's face twisted in a snarl, his eyes flashing with anger. "I've done what I had to do to survive," he spat, his voice venomous.
Taeha's smile grew, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I admire that about you, Mincheol," he said, his voice dripping with sincerity. "You're a fighter. You won't give up, no matter what life throws at you."
Mincheol's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with suspicion. What did Taeha want from him? Why was the alpha suddenly interested in him?
Taeha took a step closer, his eyes locked on Mincheol's face. "I can help you, Mincheol," he said, his voice low and husky. "I can give you everything you need to get back on your feet. Money, power, influence...you can have it all."
Mincheol's eyes flashed with anger, his face twisted in a snarl. "I don't need your help, Taeha," he spat, his voice venomous. "I don't need your charity."
Taeha's smile grew, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, but you do, Mincheol," he said, his voice dripping with sincerity. "You need me, and I need you. We can help each other, Mincheol. We can be...useful to each other."
The air seemed to vibrate with tension as the two men stood there, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. Mincheol's mind was racing, trying to gauge the alpha's intentions, trying to figure out what Taeha wanted from him. But one thing was certain - Taeha would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, and Mincheol was his target.
As the silence between them stretched, Taeha's eyes never left Mincheol's face. He could see the omega's resolve weakening, his determination faltering. And in that moment, Taeha knew he had him. Mincheol was his, and he would do whatever it took to keep him.
"Come with me, Mincheol," Taeha said, his voice low and husky, the words dripping with an unspoken promise. "Let me show you what I can offer you. Let me show you what it means to be mine."
Mincheol's eyes flashed with anger, his face twisted in a snarl. But as he looked into Taeha's eyes, he saw something there that made his heart skip a beat. Something that made him wonder if he was ready to take the leap, to surrender to the alpha's desires.
And with that, Mincheol made his decision. He nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement. But it was enough. Taeha's smile grew, his eyes glinting with triumph.
"Good choice, Mincheol," he said, his voice low and husky. "You won't regret it."
As Taeha turned and walked away, Mincheol followed, his heart pounding in his chest. He had no idea what he was getting himself into, but he knew one thing - he was in this now, and he would see it through to the end.
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As Taeha turned to walk away, expecting Mincheol to follow, he was met with resistance. Mincheol's eyes, which had seemed to falter for a moment, now blazed with a fierce anger. His face twisted in a snarl, and he took a step back, his hands clenched into fists.
"I'm not going anywhere with you, Taeha," Mincheol spat, his voice venomous. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I'm not interested."
Taeha's smile faltered, his eyes narrowing in surprise. He had expected Mincheol to be hesitant, but he had not expected outright refusal. He took a step closer to Mincheol, his eyes glinting with a mixture of anger and curiosity.
"What's wrong, Mincheol?" Taeha asked, his voice low and husky. "I thought we had an understanding. I thought you needed my help."
Mincheol's laughter was cold and mirthless. "You think I need your help?" he repeated, his voice dripping with contempt. "You, of all people? You, who ruined my life two years ago?"
Taeha's eyes flashed with surprise, and for a moment, he seemed taken aback. But then, his face smoothed out, and he smiled again, a cold, calculating smile.
"Ah, you're still bitter about that, are you?" Taeha said, his voice dripping with amusement. "I'm surprised. I thought you would have gotten over it by now."
Mincheol's blood boiled as he glared at Taeha, his fists clenched so tightly his nails bit into his palms. How dare he come here so casually? As if he had any right to be in Mincheol’s space after everything he’d done. The anger clawed at his chest, hot and relentless, but then—like a cruel trick—his mind dragged him back two years. Back to that cold, miserable night when Taeha had stood before him, expression unreadable, and said, "Let’s end this." Just like that. No hesitation, no explanation. Mincheol had stared at him, waiting for something—anything—but Taeha had turned and walked away, leaving him in the rain with nothing but a hollow chest and a broken heart. Now, seeing him again, so smug and unbothered, Mincheol felt that same ache curl around his ribs, tightening like a vice. But this time, there was no sadness. Only fury.
Mincheol's eyes blazed with anger, and he took a step closer to Taeha, his fists clenched. "You have no idea what you did to me, Taeha," he spat, his voice venomous. "You have no idea what it's like to have your heart broken, you have absolutely no idea." His breath wavered a little trying to contain the fury.
Taeha's smile grew, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I'm afraid I do know, Mincheol," he said, his voice low and husky. "I know exactly what it's like to want something so badly, you're willing to do whatever it takes to get it. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get you."
Mincheol's face twisted in a snarl, and he turned to walk away, leaving Taeha standing alone in the darkness. "I'll never go back to you, Taeha," he spat, his voice venomous. "I'll never forgive you for what you did to me. And I'll never forget the pain you caused me."
As Mincheol disappeared into the night, Taeha's smile faltered, and for a moment, he seemed taken aback. But then, his face smoothed out, and he smiled again, a cold, calculating smile. He knew that Mincheol was not going to be easy to win over, but he was willing to do whatever it took to get him. And he would stop at nothing to make Mincheol his.
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Mincheol had been steadfast in ignoring Taeha’s persistent visits. For the past few days, he refused to open the door, pretending he wasn’t home every time that irritating knock echoed through his apartment. He knew Taeha wasn’t the type to give up easily, but still, he had hoped the silence would eventually drive him away. Clearly, he had underestimated the bastard’s audacity.
That evening, Mincheol returned home, a plastic bag of instant ramen swinging from his fingers. He was exhausted and just wanted a quiet night to himself, but the moment he reached his door, something felt off. It wasn’t locked. His stomach dropped. Had he forgotten to lock it in his rush to leave earlier? Or—
His suspicion was confirmed the moment he stepped inside. There, as if he owned the damn place, sat Taeha, comfortably lounging like he had every right to be there. That ever-present smirk was plastered on his face, only fueling Mincheol’s growing irritation.
For a split second, Mincheol froze, his grip tightening around the bag in his hand. Then, without a word, he let it slip from his fingers. The ramen hit the floor with a soft thud, but he barely registered it. His body moved on instinct, his blood boiling as he stormed forward.
Taeha, however, seemed completely unfazed by Mincheol's anger. He watched the omega approach, his eyes glinting with amusement, and his smile growing wider. He didn't even bother to get up from the couch, just sat there, looking like the epitome of calm and collected.
Mincheol's fist flew towards Taeha's face, but just as it was about to connect, Taeha caught his wrist, his grip like a vice. Mincheol tried to struggle, but Taeha's hold was too strong, and he found himself pinned against the alpha's chest.
"Ah, Mincheol," Taeha said, his voice low and husky, his breath whispering against the omega's ear. "You're so predictable. I knew you'd react this way."
Mincheol's face twisted in a snarl, and he tried to kick Taeha, but the alpha was too quick, and he dodged the blow with ease. Taeha's grip on Mincheol's wrist tightened, and he pulled the omega closer, his eyes glinting with a fierce intensity.
"I'm not going to leave, Mincheol," Taeha whispered, his voice sending shivers down the omega's spine. "I'm not going to give up. You're mine, and I'm going to make you mine, no matter what it takes."
Mincheol's anger and fear mixed together, creating a toxic brew that threatened to consume him. He struggled against Taeha's hold, but the alpha was too strong, and he found himself trapped, unable to escape. The smirk on Taeha's face seemed to grow wider, and Mincheol knew that he was in grave danger. Taeha was not going to let him go, and Mincheol was not sure if he could resist the alpha's charms.
Mincheol's eyes flashed with anger as he glared at Taeha, but suddenly, his face began to burn with a fierce heat. He felt a flush rise to his cheeks, and his skin seemed to prickle with sweat. He looked away from Taeha, trying to break the intense gaze that seemed to be holding him captive.
As he turned his head, Mincheol's breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling with rapid, shallow breaths. His body felt like it was on fire, his skin burning with a intense, primal heat. He could feel his heart racing, pounding in his chest like a drum.
And then, the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. His heat had started.
Mincheol's eyes widened in horror as he felt his body begin to betray him. He was an omega, and his heat was a natural part of his biology, but he had been trying to suppress it, to ignore it, to pretend it didn't exist. But now, with Taeha's presence, his heat had been triggered, and he could feel himself becoming more and more receptive to the alpha's pheromones.
Mincheol's face burned with shame and embarrassment as he realized he was trapped, caught in the midst of his own heat, with Taeha, the one person he didn't want to be with, standing right in front of him. He felt vulnerable, exposed, and helpless, and he knew that Taeha could sense it, could smell the change in his scent.
Taeha's eyes seemed to gleam with interest, his gaze fixed on Mincheol's face, as if he could see the omega's heat rising, like a palpable force. Mincheol felt a surge of panic, knowing that he was at Taeha's mercy, that the alpha could take advantage of his heat, and claim him, body and soul.
Mincheol's breath came in short, ragged gasps, as he tried to fight against his heat, to resist the primal urges that were rising up inside him. But it was no use, his body was betraying him, and he knew that he was running out of time. Taeha was closing in, his eyes burning with a fierce, alpha intensity, and Mincheol knew that he was in grave danger of being claimed.
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The sweet, intoxicating scent of tuberose and honey wafted through the air, teasing my senses and sending a thrill of excitement through my veins. It was Mincheol's pheromone, the unique scent that signaled his heat. I had missed this smell, craved it, and now, it was finally back, filling my nostrils and making my mouth water.
I gazed at Mincheol, my eyes drinking in the sight of him, his face flushed, his breathing heavy, his body trembling with the onset of his heat. I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, of triumph, knowing that my presence had triggered this response in him. It was a primal, instinctual reaction, one that spoke to the deepest, most basic parts of our nature.
I released my own pheromones, letting the scent of oud and cestrum mingle with the tuberose and honey, creating a heady, intoxicating aroma that filled the air. The mixture was potent, a potent cocktail of alpha and omega scents that would drive Mincheol's heat to new heights.
As the scents combined, I could see the effect it had on Mincheol. His eyes grew glassy, his pupils dilating, his body swaying slightly as if pulled by an invisible force. His breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling with rapid, shallow breaths, and I could sense his arousal growing, his body preparing itself for the mating that was to come.
I felt my own arousal responding, my body hardening, my senses coming alive as I gazed at Mincheol. I took a step closer, my eyes locked on his, my voice low and husky as I spoke. "Mincheol, my omega, my beautiful, sweet omega. You're so responsive, so receptive. I can smell your heat, feel your desire. You want me, don't you? You need me."
I reached out, my hand brushing against Mincheol's cheek, my fingers tracing the curve of his jaw. "Let me take care of you, Mincheol. Let me ease your heat, satisfy your needs. I'm the only one who can do it, the only one who can make you feel complete."
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Mincheol's hand flashed out, slapping Taeha's away with a resounding crack. "Get away from me!" he spat, his voice low and venomous. He pushed against Taeha's chest, his hands flat against the alpha's torso, but Taeha didn't budge. He was like a rock, unmoving and unyielding.
But Mincheol's strength was waning, his legs buckling beneath him as his heat raged on. He felt himself falling, his body trembling with the effort of trying to stay upright. Just as he was about to collapse, a strong pair of arms encircled his waist, holding him straight.
Mincheol's eyes flashed to Taeha's, expecting to see a triumphant gleam in the alpha's eyes. But instead, he saw worry. Deep, genuine worry. Taeha's face was etched with concern, his eyes narrowed in alarm. "Mincheol, easy," he murmured, his voice soft and gentle. "I've got you. Don't struggle."
Mincheol's instincts screamed at him to push Taeha away, to break free from the alpha's grasp. But his body was betraying him, his heat making him weak and vulnerable. He felt himself leaning into Taeha's touch, his body seeking the alpha's strength and support.
Taeha's arms tightened around him, holding him close as he swayed. "Mincheol, please," he whispered, his breath warm against Mincheol's ear. "Let me help you. You're not okay. Your heat is too strong. You need me."
Mincheol's mind recoiled at the words, but his body seemed to be listening. He felt himself relaxing into Taeha's grasp, his muscles easing as the alpha's warmth and strength enveloped him. It was a dangerous feeling, one that Mincheol knew he couldn't afford to indulge. But for now, he was trapped, caught in the grip of his own heat and Taeha's unyielding arms.
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As Taeha's forehead bumped against his, Mincheol's eyes met the alpha's, and for a moment, he was lost in their depths. Taeha's eyes were a deep, rich brown, filled with warmth and concern, and Mincheol felt his heart skip a beat as he gazed into them. He thought to himself, oh, Taeha has such beautiful eyes, and his mind went blank as he stared, transfixed.
But as quickly as the thought arose, Mincheol's brain rebelled against it. What am I thinking? he thought, horrified, as he jerked his gaze away from Taeha's face. He didn't want to find Taeha attractive, didn't want to feel drawn to the alpha's warmth and strength. He tried to push the feeling away, to deny it, but it lingered, a nagging presence in the back of his mind.
Taeha, meanwhile, was growing frustrated. He could see the conflict in Mincheol's eyes, the push-and-pull of desire and denial, and he knew he had to do something to break through the omega's defenses. So he released a little more of his pheromones, letting the scent of oud and cestrum waft through the air, hoping to get a reaction out of Mincheol.
And react Mincheol did. As the scent reached his nose, he moaned, a low, throaty sound that seemed to come from deep within his chest. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated desire, and Taeha's eyes lit up with triumph as he heard it. Mincheol's eyes fluttered closed, and his head fell back, his body arching into the scent as if seeking more.
Taeha's arms tightened around Mincheol, holding him close as he breathed in the omega's scent. He could smell the heat emanating from Mincheol's body, could feel the omega's desire calling to him, and he knew he had to respond. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Mincheol's ear, and whispered, "Mincheol, my omega, I've got you. You're mine."
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Mincheol's moans grew louder, more desperate, as he arched into Taeha's touch. His body was on fire, his heat raging out of control, and he couldn't help but seek out the alpha's relief. He tried to sound stern, to warn Taeha away, but his words came out as a desperate plea instead. "You can fuck me, but don't think I've given myself to you," he gasped, his voice trembling with need.
Taeha just smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement, as he kissed Mincheol's cheek. The touch sent shivers down Mincheol's spine, and he moaned again, his body writhing in Taeha's arms. Mincheol's hands came up, wrapping around Taeha's neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss.
Taeha's lips were fierce, possessive, as he claimed Mincheol's mouth. He grabbed Mincheol under the thighs, lifting him off the ground, and Mincheol's legs wrapped around his waist, holding on tight. Taeha carried him to the bedroom, his mouth never leaving Mincheol's, as he devoured him with kisses.
Mincheol's bedroom was a blur as Taeha kicked open the door, carrying him inside. The alpha's hands were everywhere, touching, stroking, teasing, as he laid Mincheol down on the bed. Mincheol's body was on fire, his heat burning out of control, and he couldn't help but beg for more.
Taeha's eyes gleamed with triumph as he looked down at Mincheol, his chest heaving with excitement. "You're 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, Mincheol," he growled, his voice low and rough. "You're mine, and I'm going to make you scream my name."
Mincheol's eyes flashed with defiance, but his body betrayed him, arching up into Taeha's touch, seeking more. He knew he was in trouble, that he was losing control, but he couldn't help himself. He was desperate for Taeha, desperate for the alpha's touch, his kiss, his claim. And as Taeha's hands closed around his wrists, holding him down, Mincheol knew he was doomed. He was going to surrender, and he was going to love every minute of it.
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As Taeha's hands closed around Mincheol's wrists, holding him down, the omega's eyes flashed with a mix of defiance and desire. Taeha's gaze locked onto his, burning with intensity, as he leaned in, his lips brushing against Mincheol's ear. "You're mine, Mincheol," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down the omega's spine. "And I'm going to make you scream my name."
Mincheol's body arched up, his hips bucking against Taeha's, as the alpha's hands slid down his arms, his fingers tracing the curves of his body. Taeha's touch was like fire, burning away Mincheol's resistance, leaving him a trembling, eager mess.
Taeha's mouth claimed Mincheol's, his lips devouring the omega's, as he deepened the kiss. Mincheol's tongue tangled with Taeha's, their mouths moving in perfect sync, as they breathed each other in. The alpha's hands slid down Mincheol's body, his fingers dipping into the omega's pants, stroking his erection.
Mincheol's moans grew louder, his body writhing in Taeha's arms, as the alpha's touch sent him soaring. Taeha's fingers were like magic, teasing out the omega's pleasure, drawing out his desire. Mincheol's heat was raging, his body burning with need, and Taeha's touch was the only thing that could quench the flames.
As Taeha's hands worked their magic, Mincheol's pants disappeared, torn away by the alpha's impatient fingers. The omega's body was exposed, vulnerable, and Taeha's eyes feasted on the sight. Mincheol's skin was flushed, his erection straining, as Taeha's hands closed around him, stroking his length.
The alpha's touch was like nothing Mincheol had ever felt before. It was as if Taeha knew exactly what he needed, exactly how to touch him, to make him feel. Mincheol's body was on fire, his pleasure building, as Taeha's hands worked him over.
And then, in one swift motion, Taeha's clothes were gone, his body naked, his erection straining. Mincheol's eyes widened, his gaze fixed on the alpha's length, as Taeha's hands lifted him up, positioning him for the alpha's entry.
The first thrust was like a shockwave, sending Mincheol's body soaring. Taeha's length filled him, stretching him, as the alpha's hands held him in place. Mincheol's moans grew louder, his body writhing, as Taeha's thrusts grew faster, deeper.
The room was a blur, the only sound the slap of skin on skin, the only sensation the alpha's touch. Mincheol's body was on fire, his pleasure building, as Taeha's thrusts drove him higher, higher, until he was screaming, his voice hoarse, his body shuddering with release.
Taeha's eyes locked onto his, burning with triumph, as the alpha's body followed, his release exploding, filling Mincheol with his seed. The omega's body was limp, exhausted, as Taeha's arms wrapped around him, holding him close.
For a moment, they just lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding as one. And then, in a whisper, Taeha spoke, his voice low, rough. "You're mine, Mincheol. 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 ."
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As the night wore on, Taeha and Mincheol's passion only intensified. They made love again and again, their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding as one. With each round, their desire grew, their need for each other becoming more and more insatiable.
Taeha's back was a canvas of scars, a testament to Mincheol's fierce passion. The omega's nails had raked down his skin, leaving behind a trail of bloody marks that would take weeks to heal. But Taeha didn't care - he was too busy losing himself in Mincheol's body, too busy claiming the omega as his own.
Mincheol, on the other hand, was a mess of hickeys. His neck, chest, and inner thighs were covered in dark, bruise-like marks, a map of Taeha's kisses and bites. The alpha had been careful not to bond-bite him on the neck, but everywhere else was fair game. Mincheol's skin was tender, his body aching, but he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride. He was marked, claimed, and he knew that he belonged to Taeha.
As the night wore on, Mincheol's body became a repository for Taeha's cum. The alpha filled him again and again, his seed spilling into Mincheol's body, marking him from the inside out. Mincheol's mind was hazy, his thoughts clouded by the constant barrage of pleasure and pain. He was a slave to Taeha's desires, a willing participant in the alpha's games.
And then, just when Mincheol thought he couldn't take anymore, Taeha asked for one more round. The omega's mind was foggy, his body exhausted, but he nodded anyway. He couldn't resist Taeha's demands, couldn't resist the alpha's passionate gaze.
As they began to make love once more, Mincheol felt a change in Taeha's body. The alpha's heat was rising, his temperature spiking, his muscles tensing. Mincheol's eyes widened as he realized what was happening - Taeha's heat was triggering, and he was going to knot.
The alpha's body became a force of nature, his thrusts growing more powerful, more intense. Mincheol's body was stretched to the limit, his muscles screaming in protest, but he couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of excitement. He was being claimed, truly claimed, and he knew that he would never be the same again.
As Taeha's knot formed, Mincheol felt a searing pain, a burning sensation that seemed to consume his entire body. He screamed, his voice hoarse, his body shuddering with pleasure and pain. Taeha's arms wrapped around him, holding him close, as the alpha's body pumped him full of cum once more.
And then, as the knot finally released, Mincheol felt a sense of exhaustion wash over him. His body was spent, his mind reeling, but he knew that he was exactly where he was meant to be. He was Taeha's, truly and completely, and he knew that he would never be free again.
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As Mincheol woke up, the moonlight streaming through the window highlighted the scene before him. Taeha, still in the throes of his heat, was stroking his length with a look of frustration etched on his face. Mincheol's eyes widened as he took in the sight, his gaze fixed on Taeha's cock. He gulped, his throat dry, as he processed the situation.
Taeha, sensing Mincheol's gaze, turned to him with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. Mincheol's eyes narrowed, his expression questioning, as he asked why Taeha was taking care of his heat alone. Why hadn't he woken Mincheol up to help him? Taeha's response, that he didn't want to bother Mincheol because he was already tired, only served to irritate the omega.
With a swift motion, Mincheol slapped Taeha's hand away from his cock, his eyes flashing with annoyance. Taeha's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't stop Mincheol as the omega climbed on top of him. Mincheol positioned himself above Taeha, his entrance hovering above the alpha's cock, before slowly lowering himself down.
As Mincheol began to move, Taeha's eyes rolled back in his head, his body arching off the bed in pleasure. He grabbed Mincheol's waist, his fingers digging deep into the omega's skin, as he struggled to maintain control. Mincheol, however, was relentless, his hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm that drove Taeha wild.
The alpha's eyes snapped back into focus, his gaze locking onto Mincheol's face, as he watched the omega ride him with abandon. Mincheol's moans filled the air, his body undulating above Taeha's, as he chased his own pleasure. Taeha's grip on Mincheol's waist tightened, his fingers leaving bruises on the omega's skin, as he finally took the lead.
With a powerful thrust, Taeha flipped Mincheol onto his back, his body pinning the omega to the bed. He fucked Mincheol senseless, his hips pounding against the omega's, as he claimed him once more. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the scent of their sweat and cum hanging heavy in the air, as they lost themselves in each other.
Again and again, they made love, their bodies entwined, their hearts pounding as one. The heat, the passion, the desire - it all consumed them, driving them to heights of pleasure they never thought possible. And as they finally collapsed, exhausted, their bodies spent, Mincheol knew that he was forever changed. He was Taeha's, body and soul, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
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As Mincheol slowly opened his eyes, he was greeted by the soft morning light streaming through the window. He was lying on his couch, feeling surprisingly refreshed, despite the intense and passionate night he had shared with Taeha. He looked down at himself and noticed that he was wearing a clean set of clothes, and his body was spotless, devoid of any sweat or cum.
He sat up, rubbing his eyes, trying to process the events of the previous night. The memories came flooding back, and his face grew hot with a blush. He remembered the way Taeha had touched him, the way he had kissed him, and the way he had claimed him. Mincheol's heart skipped a beat as he thought about the alpha's hands on his skin, his lips on his mouth, and his cock inside him.
As he looked around the room, he noticed Taeha in the kitchen, cooking something that smelled delicious. The alpha was whistling a tune, his back to Mincheol, and his hair was messy, as if he had just rolled out of bed. Mincheol's eyes lingered on Taeha's broad shoulders, his strong back, and his firm ass. He felt a flutter in his chest, and his blush deepened.
For the first time, Mincheol saw Taeha in a different light. He wasn't just the alpha who had been pursuing him, or the man who had taken his virginity. He was someone who had touched him, body and soul, and had awakened feelings in him that he never knew existed. Mincheol's heart skipped a beat as he thought about the possibility of being with Taeha, of being his lover, his partner, his everything.
As he watched Taeha cook, Mincheol felt a sense of hope, a sense of possibility. Maybe, just maybe, they could be something more than just alpha and omega. Maybe they could be lovers, partners, friends. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt his heart soar with excitement.
Mincheol took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. He felt a sense of trepidation, of uncertainty, but also a sense of hope, of possibility. He didn't know what the future held, but he was willing to take a chance, to see where things could go with Taeha.
As Taeha turned around, a spatula in his hand, and a smile on his face, Mincheol's heart skipped a beat. The alpha's eyes locked onto his, and Mincheol felt like he was drowning in their depths. He smiled back, feeling a sense of connection, of understanding, and Taeha's smile grew wider.
"Good morning," Taeha said, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down Mincheol's spine.
Mincheol's smile faltered for a moment, before he replied, his voice barely above a whisper, "Good morning."
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As they ate, Mincheol thought to himself, maybe just maybe, they could start over again. Maybe they could forget about the past, and the way things had begun between them. Maybe they could start fresh, and see where things went. The thought sent a spark of hope through Mincheol's chest, and he felt a sense of excitement, of possibility.
As Taeha told him a joke, Mincheol laughed, feeling a sense of joy that he hadn't felt in a long time. Taeha's eyes met his, and for a moment, they just looked at each other, the connection between them palpable. Mincheol felt his heart skip a beat, as he realized that he was having fun, that he was enjoying Taeha's company.
The alpha's smile faltered for a moment, as he looked at Mincheol, his eyes searching for something. Mincheol felt like he was drowning in those eyes, like he was being pulled under by a riptide of emotion. He looked away, feeling a sense of shyness, but Taeha's voice brought him back.
"Hey, Mincheol," Taeha said, his voice low and gentle. "Can I ask you something?"
Mincheol looked up, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yeah, what is it?" he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Taeha's eyes locked onto his, and Mincheol felt like he was being pulled into their depths. "Do you think...maybe we could start over?" Taeha asked, his voice filled with hope. "Forget about the past, and see where things go between us?"
Mincheol's heart skipped a beat, as he looked at Taeha, his mind racing with possibilities. He felt a sense of excitement, of trepidation, as he realized that he was being given a second chance. He took a deep breath, and smiled, feeling a sense of hope, of possibility.
"Maybe," Mincheol replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe we can."