There’s sweat cooling at the base of his neck, the lecture hall oddly warm despite the air conditioning blasting through the vents. Then again, there were some one hundred students swarmed in and Taehyun had always been susceptible to temperature changes. The alpha sitting next to him smells like incense, overpowering and spicy, burning at Taehyun’s nose. He’s not usually this sensitive but even his jeans feel rough against his skin, like cardboard rubbing against him.

Thankfully they only have twenty minutes left, and Taehyun can hopefully go home and take a shower, feeling sticky as he sinks down further in his seat. It’s getting harder and harder to focus, his professor’s words jumbling together as Taehyun’s attention wanes.

“Shit,” he mumbles, sucking in a breath, the taste of sandalwood and rose washing over his mouth. He rubs at the back of his neck, skin itchy, a flush crawling up his chest. His mouth’s gone dry, and when he shifts his legs apart, it clicks.

Fuck.

Suddenly, the alpha next to him doesn’t look so disinterested, and Taehyun squeezes his legs closed, dragging his bag into his lap, purposefully avoiding the alpha’s eyes. He almost always picked aisle seats and he’s never been quite so thankful, shoving his things into his bag before rushing out of the lecture.

By the time he gets out of the lecture hall, his cock’s hard and Taehyun’s skin is burning, clothes too thick in the late spring weather. He rushes out into the afternoon’s cool, only to find that it offers no relief. Shit, shit, shit.

He hasn’t gone through a heat in nearly four years, not since they started. Back then, Taehyun had spent days cooped up in his room, heat lasting five painful days. Taehyun’s parents had, thankfully, put him on suppressants since he was sixteen, but Taehyun, short on cash had bought this month’s suppressants at a lower dosage, thinking he’d be fine. 

“Fuck,” Taehyun curses, eyeing the crowd of people at the bus stop warily. Getting home on foot would take too long, and there’s an angry fire burning in his gut, ready to consume him whole. He takes the risk, gets on the bus, sitting right by the bus driver, exit clear. Fear swells inside him, eyes downcast as Taehyun watches people walk past him. Maybe they can’t smell it, Taehyun tells himself.

Twenty minutes later, Taehyun is stumbling off the bus, slick wetness already between his thighs, lungs heavy. His head feels light-headed, a want like nothing he’s ever felt devouring him. Taehyun’s cursing under his breath, fists clenched as he makes it to his apartment, praying that Taehyung’s already left for his class.

The place is empty, and Taehyun would sigh with relief, but the feeling doesn’t come. His skin itches, ache settling between his hips, clothes too much. By the time he gets to his room, he’s in nothing but his underwear, clothes chucked into a corner as he locks the door behind him. Flicking the fan he’s kept in the corner all winter on, Taehyun collapses onto his bed, hissing as he makes contact with the rough cotton.

His scent is overpowering in his room, burnt caramel giving away to sharp cinnamon, and Taehyun’s never felt so desperate to feel a cock up his ass, an alpha’s knot filling him up. There’s slick running down his thighs, underwear soaking up, and Taehyun’s got his palm pressed to his cock, gasping. He can’t even think of a time he’s been so aroused, not even on those rare occasions when Taehyun, horny and stressed, let an alpha take him home.

“Fuck,” he hisses, pushing his underwear down, the fabric brushing over his cock painfully. His skin’s flushed, cock hard and leaking precum. Taehyun’s taking himself into his hand, thumb pressing into the slit, a delirious mindlessness settling in. It sends a shudder down his spine, guttural moan slipping out and it was never this bad. His heats were never this bad, didn’t just knock him out like this.

Heats were easier to bare when he didn’t touch himself, didn’t let himself come, shorter, too, he remembers. There’d been one week he’d spent trapped in his room, cock rubbed raw and still unsatisfied. His parents had gotten him the suppressants after that round, and Taehyun had been mostly grateful. 

He’d heard about the side effects as much as any other omega. Lowered fertility, heats that could land you in the hospital, body temperature rising too high. He’s gritting his teeth, turning to press his face into his pillow and his hand is moving on it’s own, wrist flicking on the upstroke, control completely shot. Taehyun’s moaning, voice pitched so high as he pushes two fingers into himself but he’s always had small hands, the angle awkward. It’s not enough and Taehyun’s growling in frustration, jerking himself off furiously until he can feel the coil in his gut, balls tightening and he’s so close. So close, orgasm washing over him quickly, completely unsatisfying.

He’s panting, can taste sweat when he licks his mouth, rolling over to lie on his back. There’s a mess of cum on his belly, and his cock’s still hard, but Taehyun can’t even touch it, fingers wet with his own slick. Wiping them on his sheets, Taehyun rubs at his eyes, lip caught between his teeth. His options are limited and while he’s lucky that his apartment’s on an omega only floor, Taehyung would eventually come home and Taehyun couldn’t very well be moaning and whining until his heat ended. He didn’t think he still had any embarrassment left in him, but it settles over him, cheeks burning.

Stumbling off the bed, Taehyun grabs a handful of tissues off his desk, wiping cum off himself, dirty tissues dropped into his waste bin. He manages to make it to his closet, reaching for a shoebox he kept on the shelf but freezes when he catches the scent. Bergamot washed over by rain, something earthy and comforting and Taehyun feels wetness pool out of him, groaning. The sweater’s on the floor of his closet, shoved there by Taehyun after he’d nearly jerked off inhaling it in. 

Today he has no self-restraint, snatching it off the ground and immediately bringing it to his nose. It smells just like Yeonjun, scent somewhat faded but Taehyun’s cock twitches as he falls back onto his bed. Heat prickles over his skin, a hot flush burning down the back of his neck and he can’t do this, he really can’t. Yeonjun probably doesn’t even like him, and there’s no way Taehyun’s going to be able to look him in the eye after this.

He’s got his head buried in the sweater, every inhale has him shuddering, little whimpers escaping him as he remembers Yeonjun draping it over him, Taehyun under-dressed for the weather. Of all the alphas Taehyun had ever met, Yeonjun had swept him off his feet, always so careful with Taehyun’s boundaries, mindful of his space, respectful. Taehyun had pretty much given up on the idea of ever meeting an alpha who wasn’t arrogant and insufferable.

Groaning, Taehyun shoves the sweater aside, curling up in on himself as he reasons that he can’t jerk off while smelling Yeonjun’s sweater. Wouldn’t that be creepy? How was he going to give the sweater back? He’s supposed to see Yeonjun this weekend for help on his upcoming accounting exam.

A wave of heat boils through him, cock aching between his legs, and he has half a mind to crawl into the bathtub and just sit under the spray of an icy cold shower. This wasn’t going to work, he needed an alpha, or at least he needed to be locked up somewhere so he wouldn’t go begging just about anyone to fuck him.

Suppressing a frustrated growl, Taehyun forces himself up, heading for the kitchen for an ice pack, the shower idea sounding more appealing by the second. If he could hold off the heat for a couple of hours, he could check himself into a hospital or something. He has the ice pack pressed to his forehead when he hears his ringtone, catchy tune of Female President filling the silence in the apartment.

Taehyun rushes over to his bag, left by the front door and digs through it to get to his phone, freezing when he sees who it is. Yeonjun.

For a split second he thinks of just turning his phone off, missing the call entirely but the heat has him ignoring every logical thought, and pressing answer. Taehyun’s eyes widen, cursing under his breath as he presses the phone to his ear, suddenly very aware of just how naked he is.

“Taehyun? Hello?” Yeonjun says, and Taehyun doesn’t hold back the little whimper that escapes him as well as he wants to, biting down hard on his bottom lip. “Taehyun?”

“H-hi,” Taehyun manages, grabbing his bag and padding back to his room. There’s slick running half-way down his thigh and it makes Taehyun grimace, nose scrunching up.

“Hey,” Yeonjun greets, sounding happy and maybe Taehyun’s just hearing that because he wants to. Yeonjun’s voice is so deep, naturally husky and it has Taehyun sliding down the length of his door, ass clenching. “Did I call at a bad time?”

Taehyun wants to laugh, but he doesn’t, swallowing down the way his body sings to the tune of Yeonjun’s voice. “N-no, I’m just at home.”

Silence meets him before Yeonjun clears his throat, “How’re you doing? You had class today, yeah?”

“Um, y-yeah,” Taehyun answers, trying to regulate his breathing, stubbornly ignoring the way his body seems ablaze at the mere sound of Yeonjun’s voice. He can’t help but think about Yeonjun being here, with him, pressing him into his mattress as he fucks him and he has to bite down on his lip so hard he can taste blood. He’s breathless when he adds, "Everything’s good. How’re you, h-hyung?”

“I’m good, had a paper due today,” Yeonjun answers, and Taehyun’s hardly listening, thoughts wandering to Yeonjun’s mouth, plush lips against Taehyun’s own, around his cock. He wishes he could feel Yeonjun inside of him, feel the swell of his knot, cum painting his insides white and he’s so preoccupied he doesn’t catch whatever Yeonjun says, guilt swarming him.

“I’m sorry, hyung, I, I didn’t, ah, catch that,” Taehyun says, squeezing around the base of his cock, and god, what is he doing? He should never have taken the fucking call. His breathing’s too irregular, loud but not loud enough to drown out the thrum of his heartbeat.

“I was just saying, are we -- Are you okay, Taehyun?” Yeonjun asks, and Taehyun can fucking imagine the little furrow between his brows, the way he’d look just at Taehyun, attention focused. He can’t help the whimper he lets out, fresh wave of heat washing over him, slick dripping out of him.

“Y-yeah! Of course, hyung,” Taehyun answers, too quickly but he’s not in control of himself, desperation taking over. He wants Yeonjun to fuck him senseless, wants him to pound his cock into Taehyun until he’s sobbing profanities and Yeonjun’s name and nothing else.

“Are you sure? You sound kinda off,” Yeonjun presses, worry evident in his voice and Taehyun hates it, hates the way he melts at the thought of Yeonjun’s concern.

“I’m,” Taehyun starts, mouth dry, chest heavy, thumb pressing into the slit of his cock, gasping, “I’m fine.”

“Taehyun,” Yeonjun says, voice quieter, more serious. Taehyun can’t help the groan, fisting his cock and he’s so gone, so hard and wet and hot for Yeonjun. “Taehyun, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, hyung,” Taehyun exhales, practically panting and a part of him knows that there’s no way Yeonjun doesn’t know by now, he’s too smart, has probably dated omegas before. The thought has a ferocious jealousy clench around his heart, teeth gritting as he wills himself to stop.

But the way his name sounds on Yeonjun’s lips is delicious, it’s everything Taehyun wants to hear, wants pressed into his skin as Yeonjun fucks him. Like Sisyphus, he’s losing an uphill battle.

“Taehyun, please, you can tell me,” and it sounds more like Yeonjun wants confirmation. Taehyun’s squeezing his eyes shut, feeling miserable and over-heated.

“I,” Taehyun starts, tongue dragging over his bottom lip. He can feel the sting of tears at the corners of his eyes, and Yeonjun probably thinks he’s disgusting. “I was on s-suppressants.”

Yeonjun lets out a shaky breath but he doesn’t say anything and Taehyun swallows, holding back tears. He hates him, Taehyun’s sure. It’s not like Yeonjun liked him, and Taehyun just wishes he hadn’t cheaped out on his suppressants.

“The, my doctor told me,” Taehyun’s shaking, tremble settling into his limbs as he explains and it’s awful, this is all so fucking awful. He just wants to cry. “He told me that my, my dosage had increased b-but I didn’t, money’s really tight and I’m sorry, hyung. I’m sorry, I s-shouldn’t have answered.”

He’s crying, hiccups interrupting his words, and his body is still coiled up so tight, still so desperate and ready. It’s overwhelming, everything jumbled up inside of Taehyun; he’s confused and heart-broken and horny beyond imagination.

Taehyun doesn’t even want to hear Yeonjun’s response, tells him as much. “I’m, I’m gonna hang up. I’m sorry, hyung. You probably h-hate me now.”

“Hey, hey, Taehyun, no. I do not hate you,” Yeonjun rushes, and Taehyun’s not even sure he believes him but there’s something in his voice that has him pausing. “Please don’t hang up.”

Taehyun says nothing, sniffling over the phone, wiping away hot tears as quickly as he can. He feels so stupid.

Yeonjun swallows, “Do you, I mean, I could -- ”

“W-what?” Taehyun gapes, realization sinking into him quicker than he expects and his stomach twists at the thought, hope bubbling up too quick.

“Do you, do you want me to help?” Yeonjun offers, and this time he sounds less uncertain, but Taehyun’s gut wrenches. Biting down on his lip, Taehyun reasons that Yeonjun couldn’t possibly be offering to sleep with them, that’s just what Taehyun’s lust addled mind wants. 

“I, I think I’ll be okay. I mean, I can,” Taehyun swallows, “I can just call an ambulance, you don’t have to take me to the hospital. Thank you for -- ”

But Taehyun’s cut off by Yeonjun, tone commanding in a way Taehyun’s never heard before, the hairs on the back of his neck rising. “Taehyun, that’s not what I mean.”

“I’m sorry,” Taehyun squeaks, the apology coming forward without any thought and Yeonjun sounds so sure, Taehyun’s cock twitching, still painfully hard. He’s starting to feel hazy, burnt up, the wetness between his thighs uncomfortable.

“Ssh, you did nothing wrong,” Yeonjun soothes, and he’s softer now, sweeter but there’s still something in his tone that has Taehyun forgetting everything else, eager to hang off his every word. It hits him, involuntary moan escaping him. Yeonjun was using his alpha tone. He’d never done that before, ever. “I’m saying, I can come over if you want me to. I want to.”

Taehyun’s heart thuds to a stop, tears welling up in his eyes again, and he’s trembling when he responds. “You, you can’t. Alphas aren’t allowed on my floor.”

“Shit,” Yeonjun curses, and Taehyun’s crawling across the floor to Yeonjun’s sweater, bergamont a welcome comfort. He can’t quite believe what Yeonjun’s offering, heart racing wildly in his chest. “I can come pick you up? If that’s okay with you.”

He buries his nose into the sweater, inhaling Yeonjun’s scent, head hitting the back of his bed, phone still pressed to his ear. Taehyun wets his lips, throat tight, body still burning and burning and burning. “Is that, is that okay?”

“Yeah,” Yeonjun breathes. “I’ll text you when I get to your place.”

“Okay,” Taehyun replies, and it’s not until he’s listening to the dial tone that it sinks in. Yeonjun wants him. 

It takes him a good ten minutes to haul himself up, wiping slick from between his thighs before slipping into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, disliking the way they both feel against his skin. He stares at the sweater for a good minute before pulling it on, too, cheeks flushing at his audacity.

He goes to the bathroom, splashing cold water against his face, through his hair as he tries to cool off, phone set next to him. Yeonjun lives about half an hour away from him, he knows because he’s timed it while heading back from Yeonjun’s after studying. The wait feels like it’s going to kill him, and Taehyun can’t stop thinking about how Yeonjun’s skin will taste, how thick his cock will be, how his knot will stretch him out.

“Fuck,” he mutters, glancing at the time on his phone before realizing he should tell Taehyung he’s not going to be at home. He sends a short text, not quite explaining anything, embarrassment getting the better of him. Taehyung had gone off suppressants a year ago, after meeting Yoongi and he’d never just unexpectedly gone into heat, at least not to Taehyun’s knowledge. Maybe he’d had a similar experience, they’d never talked about it and Taehyun honestly couldn’t blame him.

His phone buzzes, just as Taehyun’s taken a pack of frozen peas out of the freezer and pressed it to his neck. Scrambling to get it, Taehyun reads the message quickly, I’m almost there.

Taehyun’s body pulsates, as if struck like a drum, reverberations trembling out of him. His hands shake as he grabs the keys to the apartment, shoving his phone into his sweats and he probably shouldn’t leave just yet but he has nothing left of his patience, nearly running to the elevator. By the time he gets downstairs, he’s got a sheen of sweat glistening against his skin, foyer’s air conditioning cooler than his own apartment’s.

A couple walks past him in the foyer, Taehyun shrinking back as he stares out of the front doors, avoiding making any eye contact. Yeonjun’s scent isn’t going to be enough to ward off a pushy alpha, and Taehyun knows that but he pulls the sweater tighter around himself, willing Yeonjun to come faster.

His wish comes true when his phone vibrates again, a taxi pulling up outside of Taehyun’s apartment. Yeonjun steps out, spotting Taehyun immediately and Taehyun’s knees feel like they might give out from under him, slick dripping out of him at the sight of him. He’s never wanted an alpha to own him as much as he wants Yeonjun, the feeling so overwhelming it has Taehyun reeling.

But then he’s rushing forward, Yeonjun nearly at the apartment’s front doors and Taehyun’s lost all self-control, desire drowning everything else out as he throws himself at Yeonjun, face pressed into the crook of Yeonjun’s neck. His scent is a hundred times stronger, warm and relaxing. Taehyun’s sighing into it, body melting in Yeonjun’s hold.

“Hey,” Yeonjun greets, voice soft in Taehyun’s ear and it sends a shiver down his spine, nerves twisting into bundles as he realises what he’s doing.

“H-hey,” Taehyun replies, about to pull back when Yeonjun leans in to scent him, nose nuzzling just behind Taehyun’s ear. His gut swoops, little whimper escaping him as Yeonjun’s hand smoothes down the curve of his back, settling right above his ass.

“You’re wearing my sweater,” Yeonjun comments, pulling away just enough so that he can take in Taehyun’s appearance, fingers brushing over the hem of the sweater, touching Taehyun’s skin so fleetingly it’s entirely unfair.

“Smells like you,” Taehyun responds, focus fixed on Yeonjun’s mouth and he’s wondered a thousand times what Yeonjun must taste like, if he’ll wash over Taehyun’s tongue like earl grey tea or settle like rain drops against Taehyun’s skin.

“I never got to keep anything of yours,” Yeonjun accuses, pouting, but there’s humour in his voice, and Taehyun’s sinking, anchored down by his want, lust pulling him further down into the depths of his desire.

“You can keep me,” he breathes, voice thick with want. Taehyun finally meets Yeonjun’s gaze, and his usually well kept hair is disheveled, falling down into his eyes in messy waves. Taehyun bites down on his lip.

“Shit,” Yeonjun exhales, thumb tracing over the jut of Taehyun’s jaw. “We’ll taxi it to my place, yeah?”

Taehyun nods, appreciates that Yeonjun lets Taehyun suck in another deep inhale of his scent as he pulls him toward the waiting car. He gets the back door open, ushering Taehyun to take a seat when the taxi driver tells them to stop.

“He’s in heat!” the taxi driver spits, and Taehyun can tell he’s a beta, his scent neither overwhelming nor overpowering. “He’ll stink my car up, no way I’m giving you a ride. Besides, smelling like that, he’s just asking for it.”

Yeonjun’s growl is ferocious, loud enough that people walking past them start to slow down as they stare at whatever’s happening. He’s snarling as he reaches into the taxi, rage radiating off of him, nearly suffocating as it swarms over Taehyun. “What the fuck did you just say, you piece of fucking shit?”

“Yeonjun,” Taehyun gasps, putting himself bodily in the way so Yeonjun can’t actually punch the driver out. He’s shoving Yeonjun away, hands flat against the firmness of Yeonjun’s chest as he attempts to push him away. “Yeonjun, please, it’s fine. Hyung, listen to me! It’s fine!”

“He can’t fucking talk about you like that!” Yeonjun fumes, livid beyond anything Taehyun’s ever seen and Taehyun doesn’t have the strength to push him away, struggling to hold him at bay. “You fucker, get the fuck out here and try to say that again!”

“Yeonjun!” Taehyun screams, anxious and helpless, people starting to stop as they watch the scene unfold. Taehyun does the only thing that comes to mind, fingers clutching Yeonjun’s shirt to yank him down, Taehyun’s mouth colliding with Yeonjun’s and it’s teeth clacking, mostly painful, a bruising kiss, nothing like what Taehyun had imagined their first to be like.

Yeonjun’s completely taken aback, nearly staggering back and Taehyun presses forward, gets him to take a step back, fury still evident as he seethes in Taehyun’s hold. He doesn’t let go, head tilting to accommodate Yeonjun, mouth slipping open as Yeonjun’s hand fists into Taehyun’s hair, painfully hard. It’s like being devoured, like Yeonjun wants to swallow him whole, and Taehyun’s ready, oh god, he’s ready, blood rushing to his head, the wetness dripping out of him scenting the air around him.

“Hyung,” Taehyun gasps, “hyung, I -- ” And Taehyun regrets saying anything immediately, Yeonjun forcibly pulling away, pupils dilated, a pink flush tinging his cheeks.

“Fuck, we can’t, not here,” Yeonjun pants, just as breathless and Taehyun lets out a sob, feeling like he’s been thrown into a furnace. He’s rubbing a hand over his face and Taehyun can hear the taxi driver saying something but he doesn't care, slamming the open door shut. The taxi shoots away in the next second, Taehyun wrapping his arms around Yeonjun’s waist as he tries to will his arousal to something manageable again. His heat’s having none of it and he wouldn’t be standing if Yeonjun didn’t have his arms wrapped around Taehyun.

“Can we just, we’ll take the subway,” Taehyun suggests, the rage seemingly drained out of Yeonjun as he clues back into their current situation. The group of people around them seem to have moved along, and it eases Taehyun’s nerves a little.

“That’s too dangerous,” Yeonjun rejects, shaking his head but he’s got a hand curled around Taehyun’s neck, the other rubbing up and down Taehyun’s back.

“You’ll be with me, it’ll be okay. I took the bus from campus, nothing happened,” Taehyun tells him and Yeonjun goes rigid in his hold again. He leans back, hands on Taehyun’s shoulders as he shoots him an incredulous look.

“You went into heat on campus?” Yeonjun exclaims disbelievingly and Taehyun flushes, eyes dropping from Yeonjun’s

“It’s not like I could control it,” he huffs, irritated but ashamed, lip caught between his teeth and god he just wants Yeonjun to fuck him already.

“I’m, of course you couldn’t control it. I’m sorry, that came out wrong,” Yeonjun apologises, wrapping Taehyun up in a hug once again. “I meant it was dangerous for you to come back here.”

“What else was I supposed to do?” Taehyun mumbles, unable to keep himself from nuzzling into Yeonjun. He wonders if Yeonjun’s scent is all over him yet, if everyone can tell he’s taken.

“Call me,” Yeonjun answers, fingers carding through his hair. “We’ll take the subway but you have to promise to stay close.”

Taehyun snorts, willing himself to not just sink his teeth into Yeonjun’s exposed collarbone. “I really don’t think me not staying close is going to be a problem.”

Yeonjun laughs, pulling away. He lets a hand slide down Taehyun’s arm before lacing their fingers together, dimpled smile making Taehyun’s stomach twist painfully. “Good.”

Taehyun swallows, lets Yeonjun pull him in the direction of the nearest subway station, a good ten minutes from Taehyun’s place. It’s busier now, Taehyun’s apartment on one of the main roads and he has to keep a step behind Yeonjun, taking cover in Yeonjun’s shadow. Fear prickles under his skin, the way some of the passersbys look at Taehyun tells him they know.

The subway’s crowded when they make it down the stairs, Yeonjun shifting Taehyun until he’s right in front of him as they get to one of the turnstiles.

“I don’t have my metropass,” Taehyun panics, turning to face Yeonjun as it swells up inside of him, the presence of so many people around him suddenly too frightening. Yeonjun’s hushing Taehyun immediately, petting his hair.

“It’s okay, I have change, baby,” Yeonjun soothes, arm wrapped around Taehyun’s waist. “Just focus on me, yeah? Can you do that for me, sunshine?”

Taehyun relaxes at the softness of his voice, Yeonjun’s scent wrapping up around him protectively. “Y-yeah.”

“Good boy,” Yeonjun murmurs, pressing a kiss to Taehyun’s temple as he flashes his metrocard to the transit worker stationed by the turnstile. He buys a ticket for Taehyun, and then they’re both through, Taehyun a lot less anxious.

By the time they pile into the subway, Taehyun’s too focused on how hot he feels, burning up from the inside out, Yeonjun guiding him into a corner until he’s trapped between Yeonjun’s chest and the train’s doors. Taehyun uses this as an excuse to lean against Yeonjun, his cock aching under the pressure of his sweatpants’ waistband. Yeonjun’s scent doesn’t offer the same relief it did earlier, serving only to rile him up more, and god why weren’t they fucking yet?

Yeonjun’s got an arm wrapped around his waist, hand gripping Taehyun’s hip tightly to keep him from rutting against Yeonjun right there. Taehyun, annoyed, nips at Yeonjun’s skin, pulling the neckline of his shirt down so he can suck on Yeonjun’s collarbones.

“Taehyun,” Yeonjun warns, shifting so that he can put himself between Taehyun and a guy standing particularly close to them. Taehyun struggles to pull away, breathing against the teeth marks he’s left against Yeonjun’s skin. Something possessive curls in his gut, has him leaning back in, biting down harder until he can hear Yeonjun growl against him, nails digging into Taehyun’s hipbone.

“Sorry,” Taehyun murmurs, licking at the mark, Yeonjun’s skin salty with sweat, scent musky. “Just want you so much.”

“Fuck, you’re not making this easy, are you?” Yeonjun heaves, pressing Taehyun back into the door, kissing him roughly, tongue sweeping over Taehyun’s lip and it has him shuddering, nearly moaning. There’s a tremble under his skin, heat curling up like a fire hot coal in his belly, and Taehyun could come just from this, Yeonjun’s mouth slick and hot.

The subway train jostles, Yeonjun thudding into Taehyun, forcing them to break apart. Taehyun’s cock rubs against Yeonjun’s thigh, Taehyun whining at the friction, too loud. The guy behind Yeonjun gives him a predatory look and gets a snarl from Yeonjun for his trouble, heat flaring in Taehyun’s belly at the protectiveness, agonizing. Slick pools out of him in a fresh wave, and he’s pretty sure he’s going to soak through his sweats soon.

Taehyun can’t help himself, rutting against the friction and the sharpness of his scent, caramel and cinnamon, floods the compartment, heady. Yeonjun twists his hand into Taehyun’s hair, holding him still as he hisses into his ear. “If you don’t fucking behave, I’ll leave you hanging just like this. Do you want that, baby? Want me to put a cock ring over that pretty little dick of yours as I fuck you?”

“N-no, no please, hyung,” Taehyun gasps, unable to ignore the way Yeonjun’s tone has him trembling, desperation for Yeonjun’s approval consuming him. “I’ll be good, hyung, please.”

“Good boy,” Yeonjun whispers, approval evident as his hold in Taehyun’s hair loosens. Taehyun has no idea how much farther they have left until Yeonjun’s stop but as the train doors open, Yeonjun’s squeezing Taehyun out of the packed compartment and onto a mostly empty platform. He rushes them out of the station, and onto a bus, Taehyun tight against him. Taehyun’s starting to feel woozy, ache settling in his bones as his heat draws out and he’s positive if he’d tried to hole himself up in his room, he’d have ended up in the hospital instead. He’s grateful to Yeonjun, arms wrapping around him as Taehyun rests bodily against him.

“You’re doing so good, Taehyun,” Yeonjun tells him, rubbing his hand up and down Taehyun’s spine and it’s nice but Taehyun’s clothes feel awful and he wants to be naked, wants this to be over. “We’re almost there.”

Everything feels like a blur after that, Yeonjun helping Taehyun off the bus, and he’s not sure how he’s managed the walk to Yeonjun’s apartment but he’s whining and begging Yeonjun to fuck him as they get into the elevator, desperation getting the better of him.

“Please, please hyung, I’m, it hurts hyung, you said, you said ah, please,” Taehyun cries, rutting against Yeonjun any way he can, so close, if only Yeonjun would touch him.

“Fuck, Taehyun, we’re almost there, I promise. You, fuck,” Yeonjun curses, shoving Taehyun up against the elevator wall to get him to keep still. He has his face pressed into Taehyun’s hair and Taehyun can definitely feel Yeonjun’s cock against his waist. He’s hard. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

Taehyun whines in return, writhing against Yeonjun, getting on his tip toes as he tries to bury his nose into Yeonjun’s neck again, breathing in bergamot and petrichor, earthy and cool. The elevator doors slide open and Yeonjun’s hoisting Taehyun up, Taehyun’s legs wrapping around Yeonjun’s waist as he carries him to his apartment. Shameless, Taehyun rolls his hips against Yeonjun, catches the groan that escapes Yeonjun’s lips, the tight furrow between his brows as he glares at Taehyun.

“Didn’t think you’d want me this much,” Yeonjun whispers into Taehyun’s ear. He’s unlocking his apartment door, carrying Taehyun inside and it smells entirely of Yeonjun, slick dripping out of Taehyun as he inhales, biting on Yeonjun’s earlobe.

“Always wanted you,” Taehyun tells him, words sticking to his throat, heavier and heavier but then Yeonjun’s slamming him into the back of the door, hand squeezing Taehyun’s ass, fingers digging between his cheeks.

“Yeah?” Yeonjun asks, mouth hovering over Taehyun’s and Taehyun just wants them to kiss already but it’s as if Yeonjun’s presence alone is pinning him to the door, body out of his control.

“Y-yeah,” Taehyun swallows, eyes fixed on Yeonjun’s mouth, arms wrapped tightly around Yeonjun’s neck. He moans as he feels Yeonjun’s fingers press against his hole, his wetness soaking through the cotton of his sweats.

“Can’t fucking believe you’re so wet,” Yeonjun breathes, kissing the corner of Taehyun’s mouth. “For me, yeah, baby? Want me to fuck that tight little ass of yours?”

“Yes, please hyung,” Taehyun pants, and he’s well beyond the point of begging, just wants cock up his ass, fucked senseless.

“You smell so fucking good,” Yeonjun exhales, kissing Taehyun agonizingly slow, tongue ghosting over Taehyun’s bottom lip, tracing his philtrum, Taehyun’s mouth falls open on it’s own. Yeonjun sucks in his upper lip, tongue dragging against Taehyun’s, and he can feel the tension in Yeonjun’s shoulders, the self-restraint. They’re pressed up so tightly against each other, Taehyun’s hips rolling against Yeonjun’s belly, cock painfully hard. “Wanna eat you up.”

“Then eat me up,” Taehyun gasps, Yeonjun rocking forward into him, the friction against his cock delicious. He can feel the hardness of Yeonjun’s cock against his body, and Taehyun can’t help but notice how big it feels, shuddering at the thought of it fucking him open.

“You getting this desperate all for me?” Yeonjun chuckles, smirking and maybe Taehyun would be annoyed at another time, rolling his eyes at Yeonjun’s smug confidence but it’s not exactly a lie. Taehyun ruts against him, sucks on Yeonjun’s plush lips, desperation focusing his attention on the ache in his balls, the tight coil of heat in his belly.

Yeonjun doesn’t seem to want to move away from the door, and Taehyun lets out a growl of frustration, hand fisting into Yeonjun’s hair, voice hitching when Yeonjun kneads his ass in retaliation. “Hyung, you’re so, ah, u-unfair.”

“Am I?” Yeonjun murmurs, mouth sucking hickies against Taehyun’s neck, and he just wants to come, wants Yeonjun to stop teasing him. Instead, Yeonjun bites down against the curve of Taehyun’s neck, tongue lapping at the bruise, his hips grinding into Taehyun harder and Taehyun’s so fucking close. “I just love seeing you so desperate for my cock, makes you look even prettier.”

“Hyung,” Taehyun whines, keening as Yeonjun slips his hand down Taehyun’s sweats, fingers slipping between his ass cheeks, sliding through the slick until he’s rubbing at Taehyun’s entrance. Taehyun loses it, clenching around Yeonjun, body going rigid as his head falls back against the door, balls tightening up and his orgasm rips through him, cum soiling his sweats, sticky and uncomfortable. Taehyun goes limp in Yeonjun’s hold, panting against the door and his cock’s still not fucking soft, but the haze in his mind settles a little.

“Did you like that, baby?” Yeonjun asks, murmuring, pushes them away from the wall. He’s still got his hand squeezed between Taehyun’s ass, the pressure against his entrance driving Taehyun crazy. “I’ve thought about making you come so many times, thought about your fucking ass sucking my cock right in.”

Taehyun groans, face digging into Yeonjun’s neck because he can’t even look at Yeonjun right now, every word burning his skin red hot, his scent muskier and stronger. Yeonjun just noses along Taehyun’s jaw, breath ghosting over Taehyun’s ear as Yeonjun carries him to his bed.

“You made me wait for so long,” Yeonjun tells him, and Taehyun’s overheated and horny, but the words sink through him, anchoring him down.

“W-what?”

Yeonjun sets Taehyun down on his bed carefully, standing above Taehyun, hand carding through Taehyun’s hair until it fists into the strands in the back. There’s a predatory look in his eyes, completely ravenous, mouth swollen and pink, his dimple peaking out. He looms over Taehyun, seemingly getting bigger and bigger as Taehyun waits, always feeling so small in Yeonjun’s presence. He lovesit, even as it raises goosebumps along his arms, Yeonjun tracing the shape of Taehyun’s mouth, the sharp cut of his jaw.

“I could always smell how much you wanted me, Taehyun,” Yeonjun explains, slowly, watches as Taehyun flushes. “Tell me, baby, did you ever get yourself off thinking about me?” Yeonjun’s smirk widens when Taehyun lets out a stifled whimper, nearly squeezing his eyes shut.

“You did, huh, baby?” Yeonjun breathes, and he’s pushing Taehyun down onto the bed roughly, peeling Taehyun’s sweats right off. “Kept my sweater so you could think about me fucking you, yeah? And you didn’t even wear underwear, tsk, tsk.”

Taehyun whines, embarrassment choking him up, but Yeonjun’s stripping out of his shirt, muscles lean and taut. He swallows, hating that he was still in his own clothes. The itch from before isn’t as intense but he’s still uncomfortably warm, wanting to rid himself of every offending article of clothing. Except he can’t tear his eyes away from Yeonjun, the alpha tugging his jeans off, briefs still on, the outline of his cock huge and Taehyun’s eyes widen, mouth watering.

“Come here,” Yeonjun instructs and Taehyun lifts off the bed, lets Yeonjun tug the sweater and his t-shirt off in one go, sighing in relief. Yeonjun drags a hand down his neck, fingers dancing along Taehyun’s shoulders. “You’re so pretty, baby. Just gorgeous, and that mouth of yours, fuck.”

Taehyun squirms at the praise, eyelashes fluttering as he looks down, but Yeonjun pulls his chin up, tutting. “Eyes on me, Taehyun. Aren’t you gonna let hyung see how pretty you are?”

“I’m not,” Taehyun starts, feels wetter and wetter, the delirious need from earlier pumping through his veins again. “Not that pretty.”

Yeonjun purses his lips, presses Taehyun back down against the bed as he settles over Taehyun, knees on either side of Taehyun’s hips. He smooths a hand up Taehyun’s torso, thumb rubbing over Taehyun’s nipple deliberately and it has Taehyun shivering. “Who told you you weren’t pretty?”

Taehyun doesn’t have a response to that, uneasy discomfort settling in his gut, and he wants to look away from Yeonjun but he can’t, not when Yeonjun’s looking at him with so much tenderness. The downward turn of his mouth has Taehyun feeling guilty, but Yeonjun doesn’t push him for a response, littering kisses all over Taehyun’s quivering belly, teeth scraping skin as he bites down.

“Every inch of you is gorgeous, baby,” Yeonjun tells him, sucking against a bite he’s left just under Taehyun’s belly button, the sensation sends electricity shooting down the base of his spine, skin tingling. 

“You’re so thick, just right. And these arms,” Yeonjun says, a hand sliding down Taehyun’s arm, Yeonjun’s fingers slipping around Taehyun’s wrist. “Look at these muscles, your delicate wrists, so pretty.” He presses a kiss to the inside of Taehyun’s wrist, moving up as he kisses his way to Taehyun’s shoulders.

“I could kiss your collarbones all day,” Yeonjun continues, sucks bruises against Taehyun’s skin, kisses the tip of Taehyun’s shoulder, and then back up to Taehyun’s neck. “And look at how pretty your jaw is, so sharp, your cheekbones, your cute nose,” and he kisses Taehyun in all those places, tongue tracing over Taehyun’s upper lip. “Your mouth is the prettiest, isn’t it? I think about kissing it a lot.”

Taehyun’s near tears, heaving as he tries not to burst out sobbing but Yeonjun’s not done, kissing Taehyun slowly, licking his mouth open. “My baby’s got such pretty eyes, too, and look at these pecks,” he adds, finger dragging along the outline of Taehyun’s chest, “your cute little nipples. Mmm, and these shoulders, so sturdy. Bet you’d look really hot if hyung dressed you up in a nice three piece suit, yeah? Fill it out so well.”

“Yeonjun hyung,” Taehyun sobs, hands covering his face as he feels hot tears slip down, completely overwhelmed by all of Yeonjun’s praise. Yeonjun continues to trail kisses and little marks as he works his way down Taehyun’s torso, sucking in a nipple as he rolls it between his teeth. Taehyun’s sucking in big breaths, trying to keep up as Yeonjun tells him how much he loves Taehyun’s belly, biting down particularly hard when he gets to Taehyun’s hipbone. He licks at the mark he’s left, nose nuzzling into the skin there.

“But your thighs are definitely my favourite,” Yeonjun says, kisses the insides of Taehyun’s thighs, so close to Taehyun’s cock, and Yeonjun teases him, licking a wet stripe up Taehyun’s length, tongue swirling around the head. “Baby’s got a cute cock, too.”

Taehyun’s breath shudders out of him, skin on fire as Yeonjun sucks on Taehyun’s balls, fingers pushing between his cheeks again as he rubs at Taehyun’s entrance. “And your ass, fuck, your ass is fucking unreal.”

“Hyung, please,” Taehyun gasps, trying to get himself back under some semblance of control but he’s sobbing, hiccuping as he shakes, trembles wracking through his body. This is more than anything Taehyun’s been given before.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Yeonjun questions, rubbing at Taehyun’s stomach as he pushes two fingers into Taehyun, mouth sucking on the tip of Taehyun’s cock, tongue pressing into the slit. Taehyun arches off the bed, a hand fisting into Yeonjun’s hair as he sinks down on Taehyun’s cock, mouth wet and hot.

Taehyun’s incoherent, doesn’t know what to say, just that he likes Yeonjun so much. He’s bucking into Yeonjun’s mouth, sobbing as Yeonjun thrusts his fingers into Taehyun, the obscene squelch filling the room burning under Taehyun’s skin. Yeonjun’s got a steady rhythm built up, head bobbing up and down as he thrusts into Taehyun, adding a third finger. 

Yeonjun’s tongue pushes into his glans, Taehyun’s hand tightening in Yeonjun’s hair and then Yeonjun’s pulling off, flipping Taehyun onto his belly. Taehyun barely has a second to breathe before Yeonjun’s spreading Taehyun’s ass apart, tongue joining his fingers at Taehyun’s entrance. 

“Fuck,” Taehyun rasps, fingers twisting into the bed sheets as Yeonjun’s tongue thrusts inside of him, nose digging into his ass as he eats Taehyun out, pulling a scream out of him. He’s got a finger pressed right up against Taehyun’s prostate, rubbing against it persistently and Taehyun’s not going to last, wound up so tight, completely overwhelmed. There’s drool dripping down his mouth, Yeonjun’s hand squeezing Taehyun’s ass so tight he’s positive there’ll be bruises there in a few hours. 

“Please, hyung, wanna come, please,” Taehyun begs, digging his face into the sheets, and he’s mindless, can’t think beyond the feeling of Yeonjun’s tongue inside of him, his fingers curling against Taehyun’s walls as he spreads Taehyun open.

It’s not until Taehyun’s ass is clenching around Yeonjun’s fingers, his tongue, that Yeonjun pulls his tongue out, adding a fourth finger and filling Taehyun up even more. Taehyun twists around to see Yeonjun, his mouth’s covered in Taehyun’s wetness, slick shining across his nose, his cheeks, and Taehyun’s moaning so loud, tears clinging to his lashes. 

“Come for me, baby. Let hyung feel how tight you get,” Yeonjun tells him, licking his lips as he fucks into Taehyun harder, fingers brushing against Taehyun’s sweet spot every time. And it’s enough, Taehyun’s ass clenching around Yeonjun’s fingers as he comes, thick ropes of cum splattering across the sheets, across Taehyun’s abdomen as he stares at Yeonjun, chest heaving. Yeonjun doesn’t stop fucking into him until Taehyun’s wincing, arm falling over his eyes.

“T-thank you, hyung,” Taehyun says, breathless. The room’s filled with Taehyun’s scent now, fresh apples and sweet caramel spiced with cinnamon. Yeonjun settles down next to him, kisses Taehyun and he can taste himself on Yeonjun, feels dirty covered in cum and sweat but Yeonjun’s so thorough, kisses Taehyun like he can’t get enough.

“For what, baby?” Yeonjun hums, sucks on Taehyun’s tongue. Yeonjun tastes sharper now, Taehyun’s body spent and finally cooling down. “If I’m gonna be your alpha, I have to take care of you, don’t I?”

The words catch Taehyun by surprise, heart thundering in his ears. “You, you wanna be my alpha?”

“If you want me to be,” Yeonjun murmurs, still kissing Taehyun but he’s managed to grab one of their discarded shirts to wipe Taehyun clean. Taehyun watches his hand, blushing when he spots the number of hickies Yeonjun’s left all over him. They’re everywhere, his chest, stomach, down his thighs. He knows Yeonjun’s left a few big ones on Taehyun’s neck, his shoulders and Taehyun glances up quickly at the mark he left on Yeonjun in the subway, pleased to see it darkened purple.

Taehyun licks his mouth, head nodding just the slightest. “I-I’d like that.”

“Yeah?” Yeonjun breathes, the shirt in his hand discarded again. Taehyun has to muster all his courage to look Yeonjun in the eye, cheeks burning.

“Yeah,” he answers, voice hitching. Habit has him biting down on his lip, and Yeonjun watches the motion like a hawk.

“Fuck,” Yeonjun exhales, leans in to kiss Taehyun again, hand stroking over Taehyun’s side repeatedly, as if petting him. “My baby’s gonna be a good boy for hyung, hmm?”

“Yes, hyung,” Taehyun responds, letting Yeonjun roll on top of him. He lets himself trace his hands down Yeonjun’s sides, sliding his hand to Yeonjun’s spine until his hands resting at the waistband of Yeonjun’s briefs. “Hyung, a-are you gonna...”

“Am I what, Taehyun?” Yeonjun questions but his smirk tells Taehyun he knows exactly what Taehyun means. Taehyun whines, pouting before pushing at Yeonjun’s underwear.

“Are you gonna fuck me, hyung?” Taehyun asks, braver this time, the heat’s delirium having worn down. He knows it’s temporary but it’s enough, Yeonjun’s eyebrows raising at Taehyun's words.

“Didn’t know I had such a greedy little omega on my hands,” Yeonjun comments, helping Taehyun slip his underwear off. Taehyun stares at Yeonjun’s cock, hard and red, leaking from the tip and he’s honestly so big it makes Taehyun’s ass clench.

“You’re so big, hyung,” Taehyun breathes, hand trailing down Yeonjun’s torso until he can curl his fingers around Yeonjun’s cock. They don’t wrap around fully, and Taehyun knows his hands aren’t the biggest but this is ridiculous.

“Imagine how big I’m gonna be inside of you,” Yeonjun whispers, pushing Taehyun’s legs apart. Taehyun’s so wet at this point that slick just drips out of him and he’s slightly mortified but Yeonjun’s groaning at the sight of his asshole.

“Your hole is the prettiest, Taehyun,” Yeonjun compliments, watches Taehyun flush bright red as he lines his cock up against Taehyun’s entrance. He pushes the tip in slowly, watching Taehyun suck in a deep breath, the stretch comfortable, Yeonjun’s cock slowly filling Taehyun up until Taehyun can’t remember to breathe, Yeonjun’s cock so thick and big. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight, baby.”

“Hyung, p-please,” Taehyun gasps, watches sweat drip down Yeonjun’s face, a look of concentrated effort keeping Yeonjun still. “F-fuck me, wanna, want you to feel good.”

“Shh,” Yeonjun hushes, hands resting on Taehyun’s hips as he starts thrusting into Taehyun, pace slow, letting Taehyun get used to his size. “You good?”

Taehyun nods his head, mouth hung open as he groans, barely able to keep his eyes open. Yeonjun’s hair is wet with sweat, stuck to his forehead, the breadth of his shoulders stealing Taehyun’s breath away. “Faster hyung, ple -- ah!”

“Fuck, you gonna be hyung’s little slut, baby? Do you like my cock that much?” Yeonjun asks, thrusting into Taehyun harder, the sound of his balls slapping against Taehyun’s ass echoing through the room. Taehyun’s moans keep getting louder, Yeonjun angling Taehyun up, draping his legs over Yeonjun’s shoulders. “Come on, tell hyung what a little slut you are. Swallowing my dick up so greedily. Your hole’s so wet, Taehyun, fucking dripping.”

Taehyun whines, high pitched and needy, as he tries to answer. “W-wanna be, hah, hyung’s slut.”

“That’s right,” Yeonjun groans, fingers digging into Taehyun’s hips harder and Taehyun wants it to bruise, wants Yeonjun to press his fingers into everywhere Taehyun aches. Yeonjun’s pounding into him, bed shaking as he fucks Taehyun open, and Taehyun loves how filthy it sounds. “Just hyung’s, this tight little ass belongs to hyung now.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Taehyun chants, sobbing as Yeonjun slows his pace down, purposefully dragging his length out of Taehyun before slamming back into him. “Just hyung’s, just wanna be yours.”

“God, baby, you’re so good,” Yeonjun praises, and Taehyun’s sucking in big deep breaths, gasping as Yeonjun hits his prostate hard, pace brutal and he’s come so many times already, the sensation keenly painful but his cock’s aching, begging to be touched. “So good for hyung. Such a good boy, everything hyung could ask for.”

“Yeonjun,” Taehyun groans, closer and closer to coming and he doesn’t know how Yeonjun’s lasted so long, wishes Yeonjun would touch him. “Wanna come, hyung, p-please, h-hurts.”

“Yeah, baby, of course,” Yeonjun says, hand slipping around Taehyun’s cock and Taehyun hisses, arching off the bed as Yeonjun starts to jerk him off, his own thrusts erratic and Taehyun can feel the swell of his knot forming, cock snagging on Taehyun’s rim as Yeonjun fucks into him.

The knot rubs against his prostate mercilessly, swelling bigger and bigger and Taehyun’s in tears again, crying out Yeonjun’s name as he shudders through his orgasm, dry this time, completely emptied of seed. There’s black spots in his vision, quivering as he rides out his orgasm but Yeonjun hasn’t stopped, keeps fucking into Taehyun as he squeezes around Yeonjun, oversensitive and spent beyond belief.

Hot cum paints his insides, Yeonjun still pounding into him and he’s moaning, sounds so pretty that Taehyun wishes he could bottle the sound up. He thrusts in slower now, knot filling Taehyun up, Yeonjun’s cum trapped inside and Taehyun groans at the thought. Pulling Yeonjun to him, Taehyun kisses him lazily, takes his time, Yeonjun pulling Taehyun in as close as he can. They lie there for a good while, Taehyun careful not to move too much, Yeonjun’s knot holding him in place.

“God, you’re amazing,” Yeonjun groans, kisses Taehyun’s jaw. He rubs up and down Taehyun’s back, has Taehyun lying on top of him now, his heartbeat echoing through Taehyun. “Such a good boy for me, so perfect.”

“Hyung,” Taehyun whines, drowsy with sleep. “I, I should be thanking you.”

“You don’t thank your alpha,” Yeonjun retorts, fingers slipping between Taehyun’s cheeks again, tracing the rim of Taehyun’s entrance, where his cock’s still inside Taehyun.

“That’s silly,” Taehyun tells him, but he snuggles into him, comfortable and ready for sleep. Yeonjun’s saying something but Taehyun doesn’t catch it, blacking out to the feeling of Yeonjun’s skin pressed against his own.