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From the day he’d had it put on, Wooyoung never once thought about letting anybody remove his collar. It was there to protect him, keep him safe, pure, unbound .
The metal felt like part of him, now. It was surprisingly comfortable enough to sleep in, though it hadn’t been, at first. But after a while, he learned he could stack his pillows just right and it was like it wasn't even there. Thick, unbent, smooth metal that braced his neck and shoulders just enough to protect his throat from any alpha that felt like claiming him for their own. It had been welded to him, when he was sold into the brothel where he was now- At first it was a horrifying idea, having something bound to you forever , until you get it cut by a smith or get some hack job removal done by someone in the back alleys of the city.
It was horrifying , until he saw what the alternative was. That was even more chilling.
Omegas with five, ten, fifteen- countless bites. Bond bites, one way. The kind that scarred , the kind that only made you feel ill because it wasn’t consensual or reciprocated, not euphoric like bonds were supposed to feel . The alpha wouldn’t feel anything, of course not- They just did it because they could, did it to feel powerful because they didn’t actually have an omega of their own to mark.
Or they did have a partner, yet they still slunk around the brothel as if they didn’t.
Wooyoung lived in fear of scarred up decolletages and marred throats, the general look of the few omegan sex workers who had chosen to forgo the collar and find out exactly what happens to whores that don't cover up. That don’t weld themselves into safety, that don’t swallow their wine behind silver when they’re flirting with some rich knight or stuffy duke, or if you were to be considered lucky, the King himself.
Though Wooyoung counted himself un lucky, whenever he had to entertain the soft-knotted alpha everyone around here paid taxes to and feared most of all. He was often called to the King's quarters, but he took it with pride and the simple relief that he’d probably be able to take a few days off, with the pay he’d get from this. After he gave the brothel their cut, used a portion to pay off his debt.
But still, unlucky, stuck having to pretend to be stuck on the weakest knot he’d ever suffered through. It took that rich fucker an hour of foreplay just to get it up, and he only lasted a few minutes once he got Wooyoung on all fours to pretend he’d dominated him, in some way. To scrape his teeth against the silver on his shoulders and snarl when he couldn’t have his way.
But Wooyoung let him play with that fantasy, because it was the easiest way to get in and out as quickly as possible and with as much money as he could.
He counted himself even more unlucky when the King made comments about removing his collar. He counted himself terrified when the King would mumble to him through wine-stained lips that he could have it removed, if he wanted. But he’d never stay sober long enough to follow through on that promise, anyway. He probably should have stopped going, after the first comment about removing his collar. But- The money… and, who can turn down the King?
Wooyoung would be sent back once the King was asleep, and Wooyoung took his heavy sack of coin and made his way back to the brothel. Close enough to the castle to walk to and not be seen, because this was the brothel all the royals used. Wooyoung would count himself lucky he had been sold here- Neck protected and never hungry, most of the time. He knew there were worse places he could have ended up.
But he also didn’t mind the handful of handsome knights that often stumbled in to visit the royal whores.
Wooyoung had been familiar with all of the King’s Guard- They watched him, when he was with said King. So of course, of course they’d come right here and ask for the King’s slut. See what all the fuss was about. And for as brutish as a lot of them seemed, they really did just want company, most of the time. Some omega to snuggle into after they got their knots wet. Lots of talking, lots of smoking, drinking, dancing, laughing- It was alright, when the King’s guard came, especially because of how well they could pay.
He’d really thought he’d met all of them. Through either his own work at the brothel or through the crack in the King’s door, he thought he’d seen them all.
But of course, he’d missed one, or he was a new one, there was always one.
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In every love story, every play, every song, every something Wooyoung had seen or heard, there would be the one . He thought the one was bullshit, because every omega with a story to tell had told him so. There are no nice alphas. There are no fated mates. There are no true bonds.
So never take your collar off, boy.
But Wooyoung did soon learn they were wrong.
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It had started when the poor knight accidentally walked in on the King with his knot stuffed in the omegan whore he’d paid for, flaccid , but Wooyoung was a very good actor. He’d come into the room in full knight regalia, but his helmet was tucked under his arm and he’d been speaking quickly as he entered, some message from the queen she’d said was urgent, told this knight to come and deliver at all costs- Turns out his wife just liked to prank him, when he was in bed with a whore.
“You didn’t see anything. Go.”
But, he did see. He’d stared, in fact. At the pretty omega with his cheek against a pillow, his whole body flushed and bruised in some spots, ass propped up prettily and stuck up against the King’s cock. But his face was so… disinterested.
Beautiful, the most beautiful- But disinterested.
Rather than laugh, or make some boot licking quip to the King about his whore , the knight had apologized through a stutter and shuffled back, shutting the door harshly behind him. Wooyoung had just watched him, amused at how flushed the guy had been, how shy and nervous he’d looked. Men didn’t usually look at him like that, especially not the bold, brave knights, and especially no when he was like this .
Wooyoung looked for him for the next few nights, waiting to see if the pink faced, soft-cheeked knight would stumble through the brothel doors and come looking for him, greet him with that same cute, nervous expression. He’d never really thought about a man for more than a few days, short little crushes or flings, or a really good fuck that had just been passing through town- But weeks had gone by with no sight of his nervous knight. He almost wondered if he’d imagined him completely.
Until he stumbled in again.
Wooyoung had been on top, facing away from the King, toward his feet and the door because the King liked being able to see himself while he penetrated, narcissist. That knight had wandered in, but the King hadn’t seen him, that time. He was too far gone to notice him. Too lost in whatever drug the court mage had brewed up to make him feel good, help him stiffen up enough that Wooyoung had something to ride that wasn’t completely fucking useless. But Wooyoung saw him.
And he saw Wooyoung, of course . He was like the beautiful centerpiece to this entire room.
He’d stayed stock still by the door, gripping the handle of his sword, the other hand holding onto his helmet. He didn’t move, just watched . Watched Wooyoung grind his hips back so fluidly he could feel his cock straining against his armor. He’d never seen an omega so beautiful. Never heard one so sweet, never smelled one so perfect.
Wooyoung thought the knight himself looked like a catch, but most of them did, anyway. The King's Guard consisted of fit, handsome young alphas in their prime, so it was hard not to find one of them attractive. He mostly just liked how shy this one was. How he could play with him, like this. Wooyoung watched that knight as he leaned back, pulling up on the cloth draping his hips, showing off his pretty little cocklet and the way he was sat flush against the Kings hips, riding him like it was nothing- which, it was nothing, but the knight wouldn’t have known about his King’s tiny knot and erectile dysfunction.
The knight opened his lips to speak, but Wooyoung brought a finger to his lips, feeling the King grasp at his hips and start pulling, groaning like he was possessed or something, his knees trembling while he came like a bitch inside that poor, pretty omega.
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San couldn’t stop staring at him, at his pretty eyes, the freckle on his lower lip acting as some kind of magnet for his attention. He’d never wanted to kiss somebody so badly . He felt shame that his attraction was so strong for some… common whore . But after a long moment, he finally was able to back out of the room, staring at the firelight glinting off the metal adorning the boy's shoulders and throat. He shut the door silently, blinking down at the door handle in his fist before stepping across the hall, hoping to speak to the King and relay his message once his company left. But that company made its way out first, after almost an hour.
“Are you the one to walk me back?” He’d asked, and the knight just looked at him, at his fully clothed body and the bit of perfectly fitted metal peeking up from under his robes.
“...does an escort usually need an escort?” And Wooyoung rolled his eyes, turning on his heel to head down the hall. “Wait, I- Yes, I can take you back to- Wherever…?” San hurried to follow, unsure what exactly he was doing but he pushed his helmet on and followed, holding an arm out behind him before placing a gloved hand between his shoulders.
“Are you new here?” Wooyoung asked, looking up at him, but he’d become a full suit of armor, now, face covered, no more soft pinky cheeks or suckled bottom lip.
“Yes, just got knighted.” He spoke shortly to him, and Wooyoung sighed, turning down the hall for the knight to follow. He quite liked the heavy but gentle hand against his back, pretending to guide him when he had no idea where he was going.
“Then you don’t know you need to pay to lay a hand on me, do you?” Wooyoung spoke with a sweet tone, as if to educate but San’s hand recoiled like he’d burned him, pushing it back down by his side.
“Apologies.”
“Apologies aren’t payment, but I’ll let it slide this time.” Wooyoung hummed, turning another corner, through a small, narrow passage that didn’t have much light. It was the entrance for the sex workers, that was why it lacked color or decor. “Name?” Wooyoung asked, slipping around another corner and the knight followed, having to turn sideways just to get through a small door because his shoulders and armor were so broad.
“Choi San.”
“Jung Wooyoung.”
San watched him as he wound through small, dim passageways and couldn’t help but stare. He’d thought about this omega for a while, hadn’t really stopped thinking about him, actually. So when he caught him having sex with the King again, he couldn’t stop himself from watching. He was only a man, he couldn’t be faulted for staring, for wanting.
“So, you don’t visit brothels? You too good for that?” Wooyoung asked him, pushing open a heavy wooden door, moving to hold it for his knight and San hurried to take that burden from him and shut the door behind them.
“No, I’ve never seen the appeal.” San spoke quickly and with little thought, but Wooyoung felt his stomach do flips. Why was that so intriguing?
“No? Never?” Wooyoung giggled, watching over his shoulder, turning his torso just so since his range of motion was a tiny bit restricted due to his collar.
“No I- Training… I’ve been training for a long time, I just got here-”
“Real complicated way of saying you’re pent up.” Wooyoung hummed, leading him through the back end of a rose garden before they slipped through a break in the bushes, down a small, packed dirt path.
“I am not.” San scoffed at that, but Wooyoung didn’t say anything back, just led him through a small wooded area until they broke through the other side, right up against the backs of some large brick buildings. But that was when he heard it. Smelled it.
This was the brothel, it had to be, based on the wails he heard coming from inside. Filtering out through windows, the smell of sex swirling with different blends of tobacco and marijuana. Of course it was the brothel, that was where San was supposed to be escorting this escort to.
“Well, if you do feel like following me, I’ll give you a discount and get you unpent up. ” The omega purred, turning to stop short and face the knight, who almost barreled right into him with how close he’d been following. But the knight didn’t answer, he couldn’t. He couldn’t admit to the press of his cock against linen and armor, he couldn’t admit to the dirty thoughts he’d been harboring, he couldn’t admit to this man that he’d been drawn in by his… omegan wiles . “To be clear, I’m only offering because you have a knot that needs sticking and I have a cunt that desperately needs breeding. ”
San faltered, stomach tensing, eyelids fluttering just thinking about it. About finally filling this pretty omega with his pups, his knot, everything… He’s just a man, he’s just an alpha, he was no better than any other bastard in this town but he’d always tried to be . Always thought he’d be morally upstanding and make all the right choices.
“I can’t… I don’t have money like that.” San couldn’t really believe he was blaming money when he should have just said ‘I won’t fuck you, whore.’
“When I said discount, I meant free. You’ll be doing me a service- Most all the good men are gone tonight, and-” Wooyoung’s voice shifted, twisted into more of a whine toward the end. “I’m aching for it, that royal bitch can’t knot even to save his marriage.” Wooyoung rolled his eyes at his own admission, and San just stared, swallowing back a mouthful of drool.
“...aching for it…?” San muttered, looking down at him through the slats in his visor. Wooyoung rolled his eyes again, shifting from one foot to the other uncomfortably. San could smell his arousal already.
“Come back with me?” Wooyoung finally reached to pull on his hand, on his glove, and San didn’t budge, so Wooyoung pulled the glove off .
“What are you doing-” Wooyoung was never this desperate. This is why he knew this one was the one. This was how it started, anyway.
“Just feel me, then decide if you want to go jerk off on your own, or spend the night in me.” Wooyoung smirked, shuffling back, pulling San along with him until he was pressed against cool brick. He pulled up on his robe, parting it to make room for San’s hand between his thighs. He didn’t even need much guidance after that, his fingers instinctively seeking wet warmth, Wooyoung’s fingers wrapped around his wrist as he slipped underneath his small cock, and right against his cunt. Swollen, puffy, sticky, used by the King himself but he’d yet to actually be satisfied. San shuddered and shifted closer, boxing Wooyoung in against the wall as his fingers pushed inside and curved, making the both of them moan out loud.
“Need a real alpha, a real knot-” Wooyoung whined, legs spreading as much as they could while standing, letting San fuck his fingers in deep . “Mnn, you’re good with those, aren’t you?” Wooyoung moaned for him as San stuffed his digits far as he could fit them, thick and angled just right- “God-” He felt molten heat flow over his palm and wrist, then pulled his fingers back quickly, watching them drip slick into the grass. San resisted the urge to stuff them in his mouth.
“I can’t pay you, omega.” San warned, much softer in tone than Wooyoung had ever heard a man use with him. So honest, genuine, more like an admission than a threat. He nodded and let San’s wrist go.
“That’s no problem, I mean it.” Wooyoung nodded, enough money to get him through the next two weeks tied to his hip, anyway. He didn’t need this knight's money.
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San followed Wooyoung through hazy hallways littered with naked bodies and collared omegas, right back to his private room where their story started, where Wooyoung found his one and San had met his match.
San didn’t know omega’s were so… domineering. He didn’t expect Wooyoung to take full control of everything that happened in that room with him, the second that door locked. San had expected to have a quick fuck and be on his way, that’s what brothels were for, right? Release some pent up energy, let your hormones run wild for your allotted forty-five paid minutes?
But that first time, Wooyoung had sat himself between San’s thighs, meticulously peeling off each piece of his armor for him. He was quick with it, and San realized he’d probably done that… hundreds of times. He’d even pulled out his sword, dragging it from its sheath and San probably should have stopped him, but he slid its broad side across his fingers and popped it free, then set it down, sliding it across his floor.
“I don’t need that poking me while I’m on top of you.” The removal of the steel was quick, but everything else very much was not . The omega had traveled up from his knees to his thighs, pretty fingers and prettier lips dragging over tense, overworked muscle and scars from fights long passed.
“Could have left it in the sheath, at least…” San had muttered, watching the omega nip at his thighs, then press a kiss to the bulge in his underwear. San didn’t know how he was suffering through that, if he was honest. He was sweaty, he’d worked all day, he was in need of a bath, but this omega whore was purring against his cock like it was everything he’d been craving.
“Let me play with it, first- I haven’t had a real knot in three days.” Wooyoung had whined as if he’d been wronged and San had to make up for it, as if going a few days without sex was some crime.
“The.. King…?” San didn’t know where his words had gone. This omega was mouthing over his underwear, pulling at it with his teeth before letting his fingers curl around the band and start pulling.
“Don’t even ask me about him. I go there for the money, and come back here frustrated and soaked .” Wooyoung snarled, pulling his underwear away, tugging it down his thighs to free his thick, heavy cock. “Ngh- Look at you…” Wooyoung had whined and shifted uncomfortably, leaning back to pull his robes off and strip himself- He left himself with just his collar, chest on full display and San’s dick twitched, visibly, so embarrassing . “Look what you’ve done.” Wooyoung huffed, leaning back, showing off the gloss between his thighs.
“How are you so desperate for it?” San asked without thinking, watching the omega dip a hand between his thighs and stuff two fingers inside himself, hips raising to give the alpha a better view. San’s cock roused again, jolting when Wooyoung pumped inside himself a few times.
“I’ve wanted you since you walked in on me the first time- I dunno why you’re in my head, but you are .” Wooyoung pouted and pulled his fingers free, coated in slick as he leaned forward and placed a kiss to San’s tip. The alpha did watch him bring his hand behind himself, face twisting up when he forced his slicked fingers against his ass, slipping in past his rim with no problem.
“Why me?” San breathed, watching him open his mouth, tongue sliding over his teeth before he took in San’s length. He was slow with it, arm working behind him while he just sucked on his tip, head bobbing just slightly. “Fuck, can you suck it more?” For somebody who had seemed averse to the entire situation, the alpha now sounded greedy, and Wooyoung was just fine with that. He pulled back, letting him rest against his tongue for a moment before he spoke.
“How about this?” He started, pumping his fingers inside himself before he dropped his hand, reaching up for San’s. “You hold here-” He pushed the alpha’s heavy palm against his hair, letting San grip it between his fingers. “And you control how much I take?” Wooyoung’s offer made San’s dick twitch again as he imagined it, and the omega laughed.
“Why?”
“Because I want to see what kind of alpha you really are.” Wooyoung smiled at him, then wrapped a hand around his shaft. “I want you to take everything you want.” He hummed, watching San’s face for a second before he felt his hand push on him gently. “Ah-”
Even the way he opened his mouth was pretty. Lips plump and bitten, spreading over San’s dick as he pushed him down. He tried to go slowly so he didn’t hurt him, but San would be getting that pretty nose of his pressed against his stomach, he was certain of that.
“Ugh… goddamn wet, what are you salivating over it?” San groaned, wincing when he felt the tip of his cock hit the back of Wooyoung’s throat and heard him gag. He couldn’t speak, or defend his excitement, so he just moaned, eyes welling when his head got pushed further and San’s hips rose up off of the bed. He kept a tight grip on his hair for a second, feeling the omega’s throat spasm around him before he let him go, let him reel back and choke.
“Need it so bad, ‘course I’m drooling…” Wooyoung managed, letting out another breathy moan when San pulled his head down again, getting his dick back down his throat as soon as he could. Then he dug his heels into the floor and fucked up, knocking his head back, sending tears rolling down the omega’s bulging cheeks.
And the alpha wasn’t the only one fully enjoying himself. Wooyoung had a palm over his little cock, grinding down against it while San’s scent flooded all of his senses, making him feel high with just how potent he was. Knights always fucked the hardest after battle, and they always skipped the shower, leaving the omegas in the brothels to put up with their musk- But you’d never hear a single omega complain about that. The scent of their alpha after a hunt, a successful one , was what made every one of them wet, sticky, and greedy to let that alpha fill and use them. It was something instinctual that nobody could avoid.
So Wooyoung let this alpha use him because it was making him feel good. He was gagging on his cock because he needed to , especially after a horrible session with the King.
“...purr for me, baby, shit…” Wooyoung only then realized he’d spaced out, purring loudly around his cock, the sound only cutting off when San stuffed himself down his throat all the way. But the soft vibrations on his cock were so pleasurable, letting Wooyoung’s hair go so he could bob his head as he pleased. “You sound so pretty…” Wooyoung watched drool roll down San’s chin and he pulled off, giving him a cocky little smile.
“I sound even better with a knot inside me.” He watched San wipe his face, then reach for him, stuffing two fingers under the collar to pull him up onto his lap. “I’ll give you one warning, though.” Wooyoung shuddered, rising up on his knees over San’s lap, holding the back of his head with one hand, squeezing his cheeks with the other. “Put your fingers underneath my collar again and I’ll bite your cock off.” The smile he said that with was scary, but San smoothed a hand over his chest, not missing a beat over the threat to his manhood.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” San had whispered his apology, his caress just as soft. “It won’t happen again, honey.” His hand slid down to hold his hip, and Wooyoung just blinked at him, feeling a wave of heat rip through him from his chest to his abdomen where that heat coiled into something dangerous. His whole body reddened at San’s… honesty…? Kindness? Softness? And even worse, when he opened his mouth to thank him, all that came out was some feral sounding whine, halfway to a moan and slick flooded his thighs. “What’s wrong here?” San asked, smelling the way his scent shifted.
He’d smelled pre-heat before, and he was fairly certain that was this. But he dipped his fingers between his thighs anyway, leaning back on one hand to get a good view of what he was doing with the other. Wooyoung cocked his hips forward when he felt fingers spread him open, gripping San’s shoulder when he felt them push inside.
“Ah fuck, move them-” Wooyoung whined, rocking his hips but San got him to stop as soon as he moved, fucking up into him roughly and with little warning. “God! Wait, more, like this-” He tried to move San’s wrist alone, his hands gripping his thick forearm desperately but San kept his own pace. Wooyoung hardly ever got fingered unless it was to be prepped to receive, so feeling San curve his fingers was unexpected. He slowed down and searched for the spot that made his omegas eyes roll and his thighs shake, watching slick roll down his wrist when he found it.
“Poor thing, you need it so badly, don’t you?” San mumbled, quickening his pace, thrusting three fingers into him now, getting Wooyoung to arch back and gasp, wanting to plop down but San’s ruthless fingering was keeping him upright. “Can you come from just this? Or should I kiss your pretty clit, too?” Wooyoung felt every coherent bit of his brain melt until he was gasping, gushing over San’s hand, clamping down on his fingers as he was forced to have the most mind blowing orgasm on three goddamn fingers . He dug his nails into San’s forearm, tummy tensing as the alpha fucked him through his pleasure and into overstimulation.
“-nough, n’more-” He was babbling nonsense trying to push San’s hand away, letting out a heavy sigh when he finally got his way- But he just leaned back, reaching to find San’s cock and stroke it in his fist, impatiently trying to rut his pussy down onto his length.
“Slow down, it’s not going to fit like that…” San huffed, reaching behind him only to push his fingers inside him again . San only then realized, two fingers on each hand jammed into this omega’s cunt, that he was in pre-rut. He had some moment of clarity, like he just realized what he was doing- But he felt Wooyoung throb around his fingers and got right back on task.
“Nnn- Alpha, knot, no fingers-” Wooyoung’s body trembled dangerously when San used his fingers to pull him open. The omega had officially lost it, tossed into a full blown heat haze as he lowered himself down and felt San slip inside, tight between his own fingers until he let him go and pushed down on his hips instead. “Big, alpha’s big-” Wooyoung babbled, eyelids fluttering when he was fully seated.
“You can take it, right?” San asked, watching Wooyoung move his head in big, dramatic nods, rocking down, feeling the base of his cock start to swell and stretch him out. “Move, then, come on. Work for that knot if you want it so bad.” San teased, watching Wooyoung try and find somewhere to put his hands, but he just ended up grabbing San’s shoulders, nails digging in harshly. And then he didn’t move, eyes glossy with tears, cheeks bright pink before he looked up at San again.
“Alpha won’t do it?” He whined, hips rocking and swaying anyway, feeling San’s cock twitch inside him.
“Alpha wants to watch omega do it.” San’s voice was a growl, fingers digging into Wooyoung’s ass to pull him up, then let him go, forcing him to plop back into his lap and cry out. He was definitely in rut, that was for sure. He’d never been so rough with a mate, before.
“But- Can’t… ngh…” Wooyoung wanted to object, his thighs burning, but he was already moving on his own, rocking in pathetic little thrusts, plopping down each time with a sad little huff and sickening wet sound . San let him struggle for a moment, enjoying the way his thighs shook when he rose up, loving the expression on his face when his stomach bulged from his intrusion.
“You really need alpha to do it for you?” San asked, watching him nod again, but he didn’t let up his poor thrusts, greedy for any friction he could catch.
“Need a real alpha to take care of me…” Wooyoung muttered, flinching when San dug his nails into his hips. He finally stopped, blinking a few times at the alpha he was on, slow, dizzy flutters of his lashes before he was on his back, fingers slipping off of San’s shoulders.
“I will, so give me your hands.” San had managed to shift to his knees between Wooyoung’s thighs, slipping out of him by accident but he quickly fixed himself to quell the immediate theatrical whining that his omega was displaying. As soon as he was filled again, he was pacified, nothing but heavy breaths and a weak reaching of his arms like San had asked. He grabbed his wrists, holding him tight before he started to move.
But once he started, there was no quieting his omega, there was no slowing his movements, no room for Wooyoung to wiggle away because San had a death grip on his arms to keep him stationed on his cock where he belonged. Their noises were seeping through the walls, and while that should have been normal for a brothel , this was… different.
Sure, alphas would come around to spend their rut with their favorite omega, but it was rare for an omega to want to work through their heat. It was an extremely vulnerable time, so unless it happened on accident, it didn’t happen at all .
They ignored the banging. Ignored the pounding, the worried shouts from the other side of Wooyoung’s heavy wooden door, a small gathering of concerned omegas that had come to investigate whoever it was that smelled like that . Who the hell had Wooyoung trusted enough to spend a heat with? But Wooyoung didn’t hear them, neither would San.
There was no talking , no banter back and forth like Wooyoung generally employed with clients. He didn’t have a single thought that wasn’t cycling the most pathetic, primal desires of knot, alpha, cock, pups. It was just the omega on his back, his alpha between his thighs, and the sweat slicking between them. San wasn’t much better off, grunting like an actual animal, yanking down on Wooyoung’s arms so harshly he could already see he was leaving bruises on him…
“Look at me.” San huffed, his omega’s eyes half lidded and his gaze empty, simply enjoying getting bred like he was. But he did look, after he registered that request. San was a sucker for tears. “Fuck-” There was no real warning, just a few harsh yanks of his arms before San thrust his knot through tight, quivering muscle, head thrown back when that heat clamped down on him.
His poor omega was actively crying, now, Wooyoung writhing beneath him as his own little cocklet leaked all over his tummy, his muscles tightening up with his own orgasm. It came in waves with San’s, like they were experiencing it at the same time- But really it was his body reacting to stream after stream of the alpha’s seed . Something neither of them had ever experienced, a real simultaneous orgasm, or a series of them- Neither of them were coherent enough to think about it.
“S’okay, come here-” San slurred, trying to gather Wooyoung into his arms, back up into his lap but the man was dead weight, tears streaking his face when he flopped back onto the bed. San was coming back to himself a lot faster than it seemed Wooyoung was, so he just tried to do what the omega wanted, listening to incoherent babbling until he eventually leaned down, covering Wooyoung’s body with his own while his dick stayed stuck where it was.
San’s heart warmed when his arms circled his neck, keeping him close, and he scented him as well, bumping his nose against San’s shoulder, against the muscle across his back where he was soft and sensitive. The alpha just let himself relax, melting over him, keeping him pressed to the blankets. He heard his teeth scraping metal before he realized he was doing it. Maybe he wasn’t as coherent as he thought.
“Won’t work, alpha.” Wooyoung mumbled, feeling San try to bite through his collar, reminded once again of why he wore it. Not all alphas were bad, but all alphas would bite, given the chance.
“San.” He chuffed, turning his face instead, nose pressing into Wooyoung’s cheek. “Call me San, please.” He mumbled, leaving a wet kiss on his cheek, and Wooyoung finally cracked a smile.
“Call me whatever you want.” He mumbled back, starting a quiet purr in the back of his throat.
“Youngah.” San grinned, giving Wooyoung a purr right back. The knight had returned to himself, feeling euphoric, but he was still stuck, so he kept them both in that strange mating press position for a long while.
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“...do you want to do this again?” Once Wooyoung had come to completely and San was able to extricate himself, they managed to slink out Wooyoung’s door, crowd dispersed but definitely spying on them from their rooms. They’d made it to the baths, San sliding in first before he helped the omega in. They both ignored the bit of blood between Wooyoung’s thighs, from the sheer size of him- No matter how much Wooyoung had taken in the past, San was a whole different beast. Literally.
“Hell yeah.” San agreed, circling his arms around Wooyoung’s middle, splaying his hands over his tummy. “I’ve never… uh. I’ve never spent my rut with anybody.” San admitted, making Wooyoung smile, but he did feel a tad bit guilty.
“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I’m not expecting my cycle for another month.” Wooyoung sighed, watching San swirl circles over his stomach with his thumb.
“Don’t apologize. I think… this was supposed to happen, probably.” San spoke into Wooyoung’s hair, just enjoying his scent. He took a big breath in, and Wooyoung giggled at that, catching him off guard.
“You like me that much?” Wooyoung teased, leaning up, hearing San whimper in the back of his throat like a sad puppy. But he reached for a rag, dipping it under the water.
“You know how you said you’d been thinking of me, since I first walked in on you two?” San spoke, voice low, tired. He was truly exhausted after that, watching Wooyoung nod before pushing the cloth up under his collar, neck stretched to a painful degree. But, he supposed it had to get clean, somehow. “I’ve been the same. I needed to see you, again.” He admitted, watching Wooyoung turn so he could hide his smile from the alpha.
“Oh, yeah? I’ve heard that one, before.” Wooyoung smirked, dipping the cloth again to let his arms relax but then raise them again, about to press it under the metal, but San stopped him.
“Can I do that for you?” San held his wrist gently, a stark contrast to the bruises he’d left on him from yanking him around, earlier. Wooyoung stared at him, looking him over as a whole.
That poor man had scrapes and scratches all over his arms, his chest- All from Wooyoung. Not that that made him feel guilt, but rather it excited him. He didn’t enjoy himself like that, hadn’t in a long, long time. Even with the normal clients that came to see him. And here he was, bathing with the man, wringing his washcloth in his hands while he tried to decide if he wanted to open himself up, like that. He’d already shared his heat with his man, part of it, anyway- Did he really want to give him even more?
“Yes.” Wooyoung’s answer was a whisper, and he shifted, letting San take the cloth from him. Nobody had ever done this, for him. Maybe a few omegas in the beginning, when’d he’d first had it put on and he had painful welts that needed tending where it rubbed him raw… But he was used to it, now, only occasionally getting raw or sore spots. So it had been years .
“So, you wear this to protect yourself from unintentional bites, right?” San asked, watching Wooyoung nod, then dip his head when San pushed the cloth under his collar, then pulled it up from the top by his nape.
“Most are intentional, but yes.”
“Aren’t bond bites like… special? ” San worried, because what kind of asshole alpha would do that, but also, he had tried to bite and he didn’t even know it.
“Yeah, alpha’s don’t care about that kind of thing when it doesn’t hurt them.” Wooyoung pushed the water around with his hands, twisting a little to let San continue his work.
“Well… I care. And I’m sorry I tried to bite you. I never meant to do that.” He dipped his head in apology and Wooyoung smiled, reaching to pet his hair. San pushed into his palm greedily.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s not that I don’t want to be bitten, ever.” Wooyoung hummed, pushing San’s hair back with a wet hand before letting it rest back in the water. “It just needs to be the right person.” His smile was so soft, it made San’s heart ache.
“Mm… I understand. I’m the same.” San nodded, turning him, getting Wooyoung to slide up into his lap so he could clean the front of the collar, now.
“Waiting for the right person?” Wooyoung questioned, letting his hands hold San’s cheeks as he nodded, a bit of stubble scratching his palms.
“You think you’ll find them…?” Wooyoung whispered, and San dipped the cloth in the water, watching it shift under the ripples before bringing it up again.
“I didn’t ever think I would, no.” He shook his head, looking up to meet Wooyoung’s eye.
“Me neither.” Wooyoung smiled at him, something soft and kind, much sweeter than San thought he was deserving of. But, he would let the guilt of their spontaneous mating eat him up later-
Right now, he had better things to do.
San had slipped the rag underneath Wooyoung’s collar for a final time before the smaller man pulled on his cheeks, dipping down to bring their lips together. San lost his cloth in the water when he splayed his hands over Wooyoung’s back, caressing skin so soft , so warm even through the heat of the bathwater. Wooyoung gave him his tongue after a moment, shifting closer, hugging his neck to keep them locked in close.
And San pushed back, eager, wanting to keep tasting him, smelling him, this pretty omega that had ended up here, somehow. This beautiful man that had let San use him for his rut, that had started a heat cycle over him.
The law of attraction was a strange one, and flimsy, at that.
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