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Hongjoong swore he was fine. Or at least, he thought he was.
The soft hum of his diffuser filled the room, lavender and chamomile spilling into the air in a desperate attempt to cover his scent that was sticking to every surface. The ache blooming beneath his skin became hard to ignore but alas he would try to push back his growing desires. He tugged the thick blanket tighter around himself, curling into the corner of the bed. It didn’t help. Nothing helped.
He hated this part of his cycle—heat came with a stubborn edge, as though his body was laughing at his determination to ride it out alone.
You’re strong enough, he reminded himself, jaw tight as another wave of warmth flushed through his body, pulling a whimper from his throat. You don’t need him.
The knock at his door shattered that mantra playing in his head into a thousand irreparable pieces.
“Joongie?”
The voice was muffled and yet unmistakable.
Hongjoong froze.
No. No, no, no.
He practically tripped over the blanket as he scrambled off the bed. His legs were shaky, the heat sapping his strength, but he made it to the door in time to press his palms flat against it, bracing himself.
“Go away,” he croaked, voice hoarse.
A sigh on the other side. “You didn’t answer your phone.”
“That doesn’t mean you get to show up and break into my room.”
“You don’t want me here?” Seonghwa’s tone low, and smooth in a way that made Hongjoong’s resolve waver.
“No,” Hongjoong lied.
Silence stretched between them, heavy with unsaid words. Then the door handle rattled, and Hongjoong’s heart leaped into his throat.
“Seonghwa, don’t—”
Too late.
The door clicked open, revealing the alpha standing there in all his infuriating, gorgeous glory, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. His sharp eyes narrowed as they swept over Hongjoong.
“You look terrible,” Seonghwa said bluntly.
“Gee, thanks.” Hongjoong tried to glare at him, but it lacked conviction.
Seonghwa stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. Without warning he pulls Hongjoong near pressing the back of his hand to Hongjoong’s sweaty forehead, “You’re burning up.”
“I told you I’m fine.”
“Your scent says otherwise.”
Hongjoong cursed under his breath. He couldn’t even argue; the sweet, sugary notes of his scent were tainted with a sour distress laid thick in the air, and judging by the way Seonghwa’s jaw tightened, it wasn’t lost on him.
Without a word, Seonghwa dropped the duffel bag and crossed the space between them. He cupped Hongjoong’s flushed cheeks, his hands warm and steady, and leaned in until their foreheads touched.
“I’m here,” he breathed. His words acted like a balm to Hongjoong’s fraying nerves.
And just like that, the walls Hongjoong had so carefully constructed began to crumble.
“I hate you,” he whispered, though his hands gripped the front of Seonghwa’s shirt as though letting go was no longer an option.
“No, you don’t.”
Seonghwa smiled knowingly before pressing a kiss on Hongjoong’s forehead.
Hongjoong let out a shaky breath as Seonghwa’s lips lingered on his forehead. The kiss made him feel present again but also made the heat bubbling under his skin flare even hotter.
“I don’t want you here,” Hongjoong tried again, though it lacked conviction.
“Liar,” Seonghwa murmured, pulling back just enough to look him in the eyes. His dark gaze was searching, piercing through every thin excuse Hongjoong could come up with.
“I can handle this myself.”
“You shouldn’t have to.”
The words were simple, but they carried weight, cutting through Hongjoong’s defenses like a blade. Before he could argue, Seonghwa’s hands slid down to his shoulders, squeezing gently.
“Let me take care of you,” the alpha said, low and deliberate.
Hongjoong hated how his resolve melted at those words. He hated how Seonghwa could get under his skin so easily, making him feel both infuriatingly vulnerable and unbearably safe at the same time.
“I don’t want to be a burden,” he admitted, speaking barely above a whisper.
“You’re not,” Seonghwa said firmly. “Not to me. Never to me.”
The sincerity in his voice was enough to unravel whatever scraps of pride Hongjoong was clinging to. He felt his eyes sting, his vision blurring as the tension drained from his body.
“I hate you,” he mumbled again, though this time it came out more like a plea than a protest.
Seonghwa chuckled, his lips quirking into a small smile. “You’re adorable when you’re stubborn but yet that stubbornness worries me.”
“Don’t patronize me,” Hongjoong muttered, but the heat in his words was dampened by the way he leaned into Seonghwa’s touch, seeking out his warmth like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.
Seonghwa shifted, wrapping an arm around Hongjoong’s waist and guiding him back toward the bed. Hongjoong couldn’t help but obey.
“Sit,” Seonghwa instructed, gently pressing Hongjoong down onto the bed.
Hongjoong sighed, his body sinking into the soft fabric as he watched Seonghwa unzip the duffel bag he’d brought. Inside were heat patches, water bottles, snacks, and a small plush blanket that Hongjoong immediately recognized.
“Is that—”
“You always sleep better with it,” Seonghwa said, cutting him off with a knowing smile.
Hongjoong blinked at him, his heart swelling despite the flush of his heat. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Instead, he settled for tugging the blanket into his lap, clutching it tightly. “Why do you always do this?” he asked quietly.
Seonghwa glanced at him, raising a brow. “Do what?”
“Show up. Make me feel like it’s okay to fall apart.”
“Because it is.”
Seonghwa knelt in front of him, his hands finding Hongjoong’s again, their fingers tangling together. His gaze softened, the edges of his usual sharpness dulled by the affection he didn’t bother to hide.
“You don’t have to be strong all the time, Joongie,” he said. “Not with me.”
Hongjoong swallowed hard, his throat tight with unspoken emotions. The heat was still there, simmering beneath the surface, but it felt less suffocating now like Seonghwa’s presence had turned down the fire just enough for him to breathe.
“I don’t deserve you,” he mumbles, his voice cracking.
Seonghwa’s lips quirked into a smirk, though his eyes stayed warm. “You’re right. You deserve better.”
“Seonghwa—”
“But you’re stuck with me anyway,” Seonghwa finished, leaning in to brush his lips against Hongjoong’s. It was a gentle kiss, barely a whisper of contact, but it sent a shiver down Hongjoong’s spine.
When Seonghwa pulled back, his smile widened. “Now, be good, and let me take care of you.”
For once, Hongjoong didn’t argue.
Hongjoong let his head fall back against the bed, his breathing uneven as Seonghwa busied himself with unpacking the duffel bag. The faint rustle of plastic and fabric was oddly comforting.
Seonghwa returned to his side with a glass of water and a cold compress. He held the glass out, his brows knitting together in that familiar, worry-laced expression that always made Hongjoong’s chest ache.
“Drink,” Seonghwa said.
Hongjoong hesitated for half a second before taking the glass. The cool water slid down his throat, soothing the dryness that had been bothering him for hours.
“Good,” Seonghwa says, his voice laced with approval as he places the cold compress against Hongjoong’s neck.
The sudden chill made him flinch, but it only took a moment for the relief to set in. He sighed, his eyes fluttering shut as he leaned into the touch.
“You’re so stubborn, even to the point where it leaves you like this...I wish you’d take care of yourself better,” Seonghwa said, almost to himself, as he adjusted the compress to cover more of Hongjoong’s heated skin.
“Look who’s talking, breaking into my room after I try to send you away!” Hongjoong shot back, though the bite in his words was dulled by the way he practically melted under Seonghwa’s care.
Seonghwa huffs, “Touché.”
They stayed like that for a while, the silence of the room filling the space between them. Seonghwa’s hands never strayed far, always adjusting something—fluffing the blanket, smoothing back Hongjoong’s hair, his touch light but lingering, constant.
It was infuriating how much Hongjoong craved it right now. So much so his body ached more.
“Seonghwa,” he whispers.
“Hmm?” The alpha makes eye contact in which Hongjoong shyly looks away.
“Please stay with me.”
Seonghwa froze, his hand stilling mid-motion. He didn’t answer right away, and for a brief, terrible moment, Hongjoong thought he might refuse. Had he been too demanding or stubborn? Did the alpha change his mind?
But then Seonghwa smiled.
“Of course, I’ll stay.”
Before Hongjoong could say anything else, Seonghwa leaned forward, brushing his lips against the omega’s forehead. The kiss lingered, sweet and comforting, and Hongjoong felt his heart stutter in his chest.
“I was never going to leave you, Joongie,” Seonghwa promises.
Hongjoong’s throat tightened, but he nodded, his fingers clutching the edge of the blanket like a lifeline.
Seonghwa pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, his dark eyes scanning Hongjoong’s flushed face.
“Do you trust me?”
The question hung heavy in the air.
“Yes, I trust you more than anyone else,” Hongjoong said without hesitation.
Seonghwa smiles wide and Hongjoong felt something in his chest crack open, the last of his walls crumbling.
“Good,” Seonghwa said. “Then let me help you.”
Hongjoong swallowed hard, his gaze flickering down to Seonghwa’s hands, which were resting lightly on his thighs.
The heat in his body flared again, sharper this time, and he let out a soft whimper before he could stop himself.
Seonghwa’s eyes darkened, his alpha instincts kicking in, but he didn’t move. Not until Hongjoong permitted him.
“Please,” Hongjoong whines, trembling.
That was all it took.
Seonghwa leaned in slowly, his hands sliding up Hongjoong’s thighs to rest on his hips. His touch was steady and calculated, as though he was giving Hongjoong every chance to pull away.
When their lips met, it was gentle at first, a brush of skin against skin. But the moment Hongjoong tilted his head, pressing closer, Seonghwa’s restraint snapped.
The kiss deepened, heat and desperation spilling between them as Seonghwa pulled Hongjoong into his lap. His hands roamed, firm but careful, mapping out every curve and dip of Hongjoong’s body as though he were committing it to memory.
Hongjoong gasped against his mouth, his fingers tangling in Seonghwa’s hair as the alpha’s lips moved to his jaw, then his neck.
“I’ll take good care of you.”
Seonghwa’s lips trailed along his neck, the sharp contrast of his cool breath against Hongjoong’s overheated skin drawing faint gasps from the omega.
“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong whispered, his voice trembling with need.
The alpha hummed in response, his hands steady as they traced slow, deliberate paths along Hongjoong’s waist. Seonghwa was holding himself back despite the tension rolling off him in waves.
“You’re so beautiful,” Seonghwa growls, “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
Hongjoong’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening in Seonghwa’s hair. The alpha’s words sent a shiver down his spine, stoking the heat that already burned beneath his skin.
“Please,” he said, the word slipping from his lips before he could think to stop it.
Seonghwa pulled back just enough to meet Hongjoong’s gaze. His eyes were dark, blown wide with desire, but there was still a softness there, a silent question that made Hongjoong’s chest ache.
“Are you sure?” Seonghwa asked.
Hongjoong nodded, his cheeks flushing even. Something in Seonghwa’s expression shifted. The tension in his shoulders eased, replaced by a quiet determination as he guided Hongjoong closer.
“Okay,” Seonghwa spoke, his hands steady as they slid under Hongjoong’s shirt, brushing against his bare skin. “Tell me if it’s too much, alright?”
Hongjoong nodded again, his breath catching as Seonghwa’s hands moved with slow, practiced care, pulling the fabric over his head and setting it aside. The cool air against his heated skin made him shiver, but Seonghwa was quick to soothe him, pressing gentle kisses along his collarbone.
Hongjoong whimpered, his head falling back as Seonghwa’s lips found a sensitive spot just below his jaw. The alpha’s teeth grazed his skin, a subtle but clear reminder of what they were, and Hongjoong’s entire body tensed in anticipation.
Seonghwa’s hands traveled down his sides fingers tracing his ribcage moving down to his navel and eventually reaching his belt. A whine escapes Hongjoong’s throat,
Every sound, every touch felt magnified, as if the world had narrowed to just the two of them. Seonghwa leaned down to kiss him again, slow and deep, his hands once again skimming along Hongjoong’s sides, eliciting shivers with every stroke.
“Take it off, please, alpha,” Hongjoong whispered.
The words hit Seonghwa like a lightning strike, igniting something raw and primal inside him. Hearing Hongjoong plead, laced with such vulnerability turned him on more than he thought possible.
“Of course, baby,” Seonghwa’s hands settled on Hongjoong’s hips. “Lift your hips for me, okay?”
Hongjoong obeyed without hesitation, leaning back against the bed and bracing himself with his arms. His body arched just enough to give Seonghwa access.
Seonghwa’s fingers moved gracefully as he undid the belt at Hongjoong’s waist, the click of the buckle filling the air. He worked slowly, savoring the way Hongjoong’s chest rose and fell, the way his flushed cheeks deepened in color with every passing second.
When the belt was finally loose, Seonghwa leaned down, pressing a kiss just above the waistband of Hongjoong’s pants. The omega let out a shaky breath, his fingers curling into the blankets as Seonghwa began to shimmy the fabric down.
He took Hongjoong’s underwear with it, peeling the layers away until Hongjoong was completely bare beneath him. Seonghwa paused for a moment, his gaze observing the omega’s body with a mix of reverence and desire.
Hongjoong turned his face to the side, his blush spreading down his neck, but he didn’t try to hide. Instead, he let Seonghwa look, his vulnerability mingling with the heat pooling in his stomach.
Seonghwa leaned back just enough to remove his own shirt, then his pants baring the sculpted lines of his chest down to his abs. Hongjoong’s gaze flickered upward, his breath catching as he took in the sight of his alpha—strong, commanding, yet so utterly gentle with him.
“Is this okay?” Seonghwa asked, his hands resting lightly on Hongjoong’s thighs.
“Yes,” Hongjoong says. “It’s more than okay.”
Seonghwa smiled, the expression was full of affection as his hands slid upward to explore every inch of the omega’s exposed skin.
The warmth of Seonghwa’s touch lingered as he kissed Hongjoong’s shoulder, “Can you turn onto your stomach for me?”
Hongjoong didn’t hesitate and shifted onto his front. The fabric on the bed pressed against his chest while Seonghwa’s hands rested gently on his hips, guiding him into place.
Seonghwa’s gaze swept over the omega, his breath catching at the sight before him. Hongjoong’s body was flushed, his slick dripping down his thighs. Seonghwa’s hand moved to rest on one of Hongjoong’s cheeks, squeezing gently.
The sudden contact drew a startled gasp from Hongjoong, “So cute,” Seonghwa muttered in adoration as he continued to massage the squishy flesh beneath his palm. His touch was teasing, almost reverent. He couldn’t get enough of the omega’s reactions.
A thin trail of slick glistened on Hongjoong’s inner thigh, catching Seonghwa’s attention. His fingers paused, and he let out a quiet, appreciative hum. “I thought I’d need to prepare you with lube,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement. “But your slick is more than enough.”
The realization made Hongjoong flush, his face heating with embarrassment. He pressed his forehead against the bed, unable to meet Seonghwa’s gaze.
“It’s nothing to be shy about,” Seonghwa added, his tone soothing as his hand rubbed comforting circles against Hongjoong’s lower back. “It just means your body’s ready for me.”
Hongjoong’s reply was muffled against the pillows, but the way his hips shifted back toward Seonghwa spoke volumes.
“I’m going to start slow,” Seonghwa said, his fingers sliding lower to hover just above Hongjoong’s entrance. “But let me know if you need me to stop or take them out, okay?”
Hongjoong nodded, “Hurry. I feel like I’m dying.”
Seonghwa chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to the small of Hongjoong’s back. “Impatient, aren’t we?”
Without wasting another moment, Seonghwa let his fingers slide lower, tracing gentle patterns before finally pressing one inside. Hongjoong gasped, his back arching slightly at the sensation.
He moved slowly, giving Hongjoong time to adjust as he worked his finger deeper. The slick warmth surrounded him, making it easy to move but no less overwhelming.
Hongjoong’s breathing grew heavier, his fingers curling into the duvet as Seonghwa began to move, the careful rhythm pulling whimpers from his lips.
“You’re doing so well,” Seonghwa said, his free hand resting on Hongjoong’s hip to keep him steady. “Do you need a break?”
“It’s not—” Hongjoong’s words broke into a moan as Seonghwa slid in a second finger, stretching him carefully. “It feels too good... so good.”
The omega’s admission made Seonghwa’s heart swell. He leaned down, pressing kisses along Hongjoong’s spine as he continued his ministrations, his patience unwavering despite the way his own body burned with need.
“We’ll take our time,” Seonghwa murmured, his lips brushing against Hongjoong’s skin. “I want you to feel everything, baby.”
The omega’s cries filled the room, each sound making Seonghwa’s chest tighten with both pride and desire. His carnal lust slowly consumed his body.
“You’re taking them so well,” Seonghwa praises, his touches rich with affection. He pressed his lips against the curve of Hongjoong’s lower back, his free hand caressing the omega’s trembling thighs. “So good.”
Hongjoong turned his head slightly, his flushed face partially visible as he glanced back at Seonghwa. “More,” he whispered, his voice shaky but firm. “Please, I can take it.”
Seonghwa adds a third finger, working carefully to ease the stretch. The slick warmth made the movement effortless, but he kept his pace measured, watching for any sign of discomfort.
“That's it, baby,” Seonghwa said, he released soothing pheromones as he felt Hongjoong’s body adjust to the new sensation hoping that it would calm the nerves.
Hongjoong let out a shaky exhale, his fingers clutching the pillows tightly. The fullness was intense but not unpleasant, a mix of pressure and pleasure that left him breathless.
Seonghwa’s free hand slid up to rest on Hongjoong’s back, “You’re doing so well for me.”
The words sent a shiver down Hongjoong’s spine, his body arching slightly as he pushed back against Seonghwa’s hand. “Seonghwa,” he whimpered, barely audible.
The omega’s breathing slowed, his body gradually melting under Seonghwa’s careful touch.
When Seonghwa finally withdrew his fingers, the loss left Hongjoong whimpering softly, his hips shifting as though searching for the missing contact.
“Patience, love,” Seonghwa said with a gentle smile, pressing a kiss to the small of Hongjoong’s back. He sat up, his hands moving to rest on Hongjoong’s hips as he aligned himself.
“Are you ready?”
Hongjoong nods, “Yes.”
His hands gripped the omega’s hips as he began to press forward into the wet heat.
The initial stretch drew a sharp gasp from Hongjoong, his body spasming briefly before relaxing as Seonghwa whispered soothing words against his skin.
“That’s it, you’re doing so well, baby. Just breathe.” Seonghwa throws out a string of praise and encouraging words.
Hongjoong’s breathing evened out, his body gradually relaxing as Seonghwa moved deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of fullness and warmth that left him trembling beneath the alpha’s careful hands. Certainly a lot different from fingers.
When Seonghwa was finally fully inside, he paused, his hands sliding up to rub comforting circles against Hongjoong’s back. “How does it feel?”
“Perfect,” Hongjoong chokes out.
Seonghwa smiled, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to the back of Hongjoong’s neck, “You’re perfect.”
Seonghwa’s movements were slow. Each roll of his hips sends a spark of pleasure through Hongjoong’s body, he cries but they are muffled against the bed. The alpha leaned over him, his chest brushing against Hongjoong’s back as he whispered soothing words into his ear.
“You feel so good, baby,” Seonghwa purred, his breath warm against Hongjoong’s flushed skin. His hands slid up to intertwine with the omega’s, fingers lacing together as he anchored them both in the moment.
Hongjoong turned his head slightly, his glossy eyes meeting Seonghwa’s. “Faster,” he pleaded.
Seonghwa groans, the sound low and rich as he adjusts his angle, his hips picking up a slightly quicker rhythm. The change had Hongjoong arching beneath him, his body reacting instinctively to the waves of pleasure coursing through him.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Seonghwa said, his tone thick with emotion. His lips brushed against Hongjoong’s temple before trailing kisses down to his shoulder. “I could stay like this forever.”
The omega’s legs trembled as Seonghwa’s pace quickened, his thrusts hitting deeper and drawing out louder cries from Hongjoong. The room was filled with the sounds of their shared pleasure, a symphony of gasps, moans, and whispered names.
“Seonghwa! Seonghwa! Seonghwa!” Hongjoong choked out, his fingers tightening around the alpha’s. The pleasured shouts from the omega caused Seonghwa to growl possessively.
“Bite me, Seonghwa, bite me, please!” Hongjoong pleaded amid his pleasure, and without a thought, the alpha sank his teeth into the junction of the omega’s neck.
Hongjoong’s body obeyed instinctively, his release crashing over him in a wave that left him breathless and flailing. The bond between them flared, a searing connection that seemed to fuse their hearts and souls together at that moment.
Seonghwa followed shortly after, his grip tightening on Hongjoong’s hands as his release surged through him. He pressed his forehead against the back of Hongjoong’s neck, his breaths coming in shallow pants as he rode out his orgasm. The knot that formed had locked them together not allowing the separation of their bodies.
They stayed like that for a while, tangled together on the bed, still trembling from the intensity of their shared experience. Seonghwa’s hands moved to gently caress Hongjoong’s sides.
“You’re amazing,” Seonghwa says between heavy breaths. He leans down to press a lingering kiss on Hongjoong’s shoulder.
Hongjoong let out a soft laugh, his body relaxing completely as he turned his head to glance back at Seonghwa. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
Seonghwa giggled, his chest vibrating against Hongjoong’s back. He shifted slightly, easing them both into a more comfortable position as he pulled the omega into his arms.
“I love you, Joongie.”
Hongjoong smiled in turn, his cheeks still flushed as he nestled closer. “I love you too.”
For the first time in a long time, Hongjoong felt truly whole.
“I don’t think I could ever let you go,” Seonghwa confessed, the weight of his words settling between them in the bed.
Hongjoong’s hand reached up, gently cupping Seonghwa’s cheek, his thumb brushing across the smooth skin. “You don’t have to,” he replied, his voice steady. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Seonghwa grins, “I wouldn’t let you get far anyway,” and Hongjoong proceeds to playfully smack his arm.
With Seonghwa, he learns that he doesn’t need to hide, and doesn’t need to shoulder his burdens alone anymore. For the first time, he understood that vulnerability wasn’t something to fear, but a way to connect. In Seonghwa’s embrace, he found the strength to let himself go.
He could share his worries, his fears, and his dreams. Together, they could face whatever challenges life brought—and that made everything feel a little lighter.