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"Come on, little baby, you can do it," Minho says, dragging Jisung into their apartment. "It was a long day, but it wasn't that bad."
Jisung toes off his shoes, grateful to finally be home, as Minho flips on the lights.
"Hyung, you don't understand. Not everyone has thighs like yours. I'm going to be sore for the next week."
"You don't need big thighs. That’s my job." Minho pulls him in for a chaste kiss, one hand reaching around to squeeze his favorite body part of Jisung's. "You just need this juicy little ass for me to watch my cock slide in and out of."
Jisung looks up at him through his lashes. "You can't be serious."
"What?" Minho asks innocently, but Jisung can smell his woodsy vanilla scent, laced with arousal. It's almost enough to get Jisung slicking up in his sweats.
"You can't seriously be thinking about fucking me tonight," Jisung says. It's actually amazing, Minho's sex drive. "I'm sorry. I'm way, way too tired."
They've been gone for, like, twelve hours. It was a grueling day of dance practice, and Jisung's legs feel like jelly. Cumming would feel… great, but he's so tired he can barely string together sentences. It's already going to be hard enough to walk tomorrow thanks to his burning quads; he doesn't need to bring his asshole into the picture.
"What, too worn out to lie there and look pretty while you bottom for hyung?"
Jisung laughs. "Yes."
Minho sighs, smiling fondly. "My tired little baby… Okay, I'll try to survive." He kisses Jisung again and pats his ass once more for good measure, something he is literally always doing. "Go wash up while I make dinner."
Jisung heads to the shower, his fruity bubblegum scent clouding the air around him happily. He loves everything about dating Minho. He loves their easy familiarity and the way they can joke around together in total comfort. He loves how much Minho takes care of him, always keeping the house clean and cooking for him and comforting him when he's upset. He even loves the way Minho's still relentlessly horny for him, despite the fact that they've been dating for years.
Despite the fact that they're both omegas.
Despite the fact that a teeny, tiny part of Jisung worries that Minho must be missing something, since Jisung will never be an alpha… the kind of person he’s supposed to be with.
It's not rational. Jisung would never, ever feel that way about Minho. He loves Minho's cock, loves absolutely everything about him. He can't imagine being with anyone else. If anything, dating another omega makes everything better. Minho understands Jisung in a way he's never felt before.
Jisung knows how much Minho adores him, too. Everyone does, because Minho is the most obvious person ever, and Jisung loves him for it.
He just can’t help feeling this way sometimes. Especially knowing how incredible it feels bottoming for Minho (bottoming, like an omega should) and knowing Minho never experiences it the other way around. He's gotten better with all his insecurities over the years—thanks, in no small part, to Minho's support—but this one still creeps into his mind every so often, like an annoying bug he can't swat away.
Stepping out of the shower and getting dressed in fresh, clean pajamas, Jisung forces himself to focus on other things.
Like the smell of budae jiggae wafting from the kitchen, made by his gorgeous boyfriend, who he loves with all his heart.
They eat together, making pleasant conversation—mostly gossiping about Chan and Changbin's ongoing situationship and hypothesizing about what'll happen next on the anime they're currently watching. The stew is delicious, but honestly, it makes Jisung even sleepier, his eyelids drooping slightly further after every bite.
Minho finishes first and heads to the kitchen sink. Jisung follows, leaning his head against Minho's back and mumbling into him, holding his bowl off to the side.
"You cooked, I can do the dishes," he says half-heartedly.
Minho exhales in amusement, then grabs Jisung's bowl and starts washing it himself.
"You practically fell asleep at the table, jagi. Don't worry about it. I'll see you in bed."
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
Yeah, Jisung loves him a lot.
He gets under the covers and starts reading a manhwa on his phone, but it's hard for his mind to stay focused. Jisung's thoughts keep drifting to Minho's proposition earlier. He is exhausted, but Minho did get him sort of turned on. He's not really in the mood for sex, but he is in the mood for… something.
From the bedside table, Jisung grabs his laptop.
Minho steps into the room a couple minutes later.
"What are you doing?" He slides under the covers, snuggling up beside Jisung. "I thought you'd already be asleep— Oh?"
Minho's attention is diverted when he glimpses Jisung's screen.
"You want to?" Minho asks him.
This has become a routine of theirs, when they're too tired to properly fuck but too horny to go straight to bed.
"Yeah, it'll help us both relax." Jisung lays his head on Minho's shoulder, passing the laptop to rest on Minho's thighs. He yawns, which makes Minho smile. "Find something, jagi."
Without looking, Jisung already knows the profile he’ll pull up. That's part of the routine, too.
It's a couple that looks—
Well, sort of like them.
Except the bubble-butt twink is the alpha, and he loves to knot his broad-shouldered, thick-thighed omega.
They've never discussed it outright, but since they found them a few weeks ago, Minho and Jisung have watched pretty much all of their videos, stroking each other as the bigger guy gets fucking ruined on the twink's surprisingly thick knot.
In the moment, they’re both too turned on to think about what it all means. And after it’s over, they’re both too sleepy. So it’s become this strange, silent pattern–one Jisung doesn’t quite understand, but one he’s started to look forward to nonetheless.
Minho finds a video and glances over, like he's checking to see if it's good with Jisung. Jisung nods. At the sight of the thumbnail, his cock is already hardening; the scent of his slick drifts into the air.
Minho presses play, scooting even closer to Jisung and wrapping one arm around his shoulder.
The video shows the omega laid out on the bed, legs spread and slick already leaking from his hole. His arms are bound above his head, and his cock twitches against his upper thigh as he waits.
"Looks so sexy," Jisung murmurs, obviously imagining that it's Minho.
Soon, the alpha enters the frame and slots himself between the omega's open legs. Without any pretense, he starts nudging his head at the omega's entrance, but he doesn't slide inside yet.
Jisung looks over at Minho, whose dark pupils are fixed on the screen. He rests a hand on Minho's thigh, and Minho squeezes his shoulder.
“I love you,” Minho says, seemingly for no reason.
Jisung curls up closer to him. “Thanks, jagi, I love you, too.”
They watch some more.
The alpha teases his omega's nipples and cock, telling him all kinds of things about how he's going to make his mate feel so good, how he can't wait to fill him up with his knot.
Jisung imagines himself saying those things to Minho, and his cock aches.
Then, the alpha works up his omega further, the omega growing bossier and demanding to be fucked by the alpha. The alpha draws it out, making him wait, and the omega thrashes against the bed where his hands are bound.
“He really wants it,” Minho comments.
“I know, he’s so—desperate,” Jisung agrees.
Minho blinks at the screen. “Hot.”
In their own room Jisung can smell both his and Minho's scents, sweet and thick in the air. When he looks over, he sees Minho's grey sweats already darkening, sending a rush of his own slick into his briefs.
Jisung squirms a little. "Wanna touch myself so bad."
"You can, baby." Minho runs his hand up and down Jisung's arm. "Show me."
Jisung palms Minho's bulge over the fabric. "Let me see you, too."
They pull their cocks out, sliding their pants beneath them to catch the increasing amount of slick they're both already leaking.
Jisung swallows. "You're always so pretty."
Minho smiles softly as he starts touching himself. He's looking at Jisung now, not the screen.
"You're prettier," he murmurs. "Pretty cock, pretty hole."
He pries his arm off Jisung's shoulders to brush his plump bottom lip with his thumb. Jisung pops it into his mouth, sucking gently.
Minho moans. "Pretty mouth, too. Always ready to take me, fuck."
They stroke themselves together, gathering the slick beneath them and using it to lube up their cocks. Minho grips himself so tight, his hips rolling with every upward pull. Jisung tries to copy him. He always likes doing what Minho tells him to, even if he doesn't like to admit it, or sometimes puts up a fight at first. He likes giving in to Minho, likes when Minho makes him submit. Likes it even more—the most—when Minho tells him he did a good job, after it's all over.
He'd do pretty much anything, if it meant Minho would tell him he did well.
"Stroking yourself so good for me, baby," Minho says, like he's inside Jisung's head. "Who showed you how to touch yourself like that, hmm?"
"Hyung did," Jisung whines, twisting his fist over the head of his cock.
"Hyung taught you so well, didn't he?"
"Mmhmm, the best, you taught— taught me everything," Jisung stammers, his arousal building as he picks up speed.
In the video, the alpha is finally pounding into the omega, and Jisung can see his knot forming at the base when he pulls out. It looks like it feels really good. Jisung's never actually been knotted before; he's only ever been with Minho. Minho had been with a couple people before Jisung, but they don't really talk about it…
"Do you like that?" Jisung asks, nodding at the laptop. Minho's watching it intensely, tugging at himself. He looks so hot, his face filled with pure concentration and lust, his slick making his inner thighs glisten.
"Yeah, I like it," Minho moans, then adds, "Like you more. Love you, Jisung, fuck, so much."
"I know." Jisung feels fondness in his chest, that Minho would even bother to add that, or think about something like that, while they're literally jerking off together to other people. "Love you, too— wanna touch you."
"Come here," Minho says, pulling his hand away from his twitching cock.
Jisung leans over to wrap his own hand around Minho's thick, hard length. He's really big, for an omega, and just in general. He probably has the best cock in the world, Jisung's not even kidding.
He drags his fist up and down experimentally, swiping more slick from Minhos’s inner thigh to ease the glide.
"Gonna make you cum, hyung," he says breathlessly.
At the feeling of Jisung's hand, or maybe at Jisung's words, Minho's body spasms. His eyes flit back and forth between Jisung and the screen.
There’s something so vulnerable in his expression, something that makes Jisung’s scent soften and spike at the same time.
"You–you love it, don’t you?" he asks. "Love watching that omega cry on his alpha's cock."
Minho moans, but he doesn’t say anything out loud.
Jisung pumps Minho’s cock steadily. “You can tell me. It’s okay, I like it too.”
"Love it," Minho admits. "Love it so much, so hot."
"I'd fuck you better than him," Jisung says, caught up in the moment.
Minho rips his eyes away from the video to lock onto Jisung's.
His pupils are dark, blown wide.
He groans.
"I would," Jisung breathes. "I'd knot you so well, jagi; I'd keep you so full, whenever you wanted. I'd do whatever you… Whatever you wanted me to do."
Minho's eyes flash, and his body trembles under Jisung's touch. It's like he can't look away from Jisung's eyes now; he's staring straight into him, and it's so, so hot. Jisung almost feels like he could cum just from talking to Minho.
"I'd be such a good alpha for you, Minho," he continues, increasing his pace and pressure. "I'd listen so well, and I'd give you as many pups as you asked for, and I'd—"
"Shit, Jisung," Minho says through gritted teeth. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum."
So excited, Jisung sits up, gripping Minho's cock tighter and stroking him as fast as he can. Jisung's whimpering almost as much as Minho, just looking at him. Minho's cheeks are flushed, his eyes glassy–he's literally the sexiest person Jisung has ever seen.
After a couple more pulls, Minho cries out, rocking his hips into Jisung’s hand. White, hot cum spills over Jisung's knuckles, dribbling down and mixing with the pool of slick on Minho's bunched-up sweatpants.
"Fuck, Minho," Jisung says, eyes bouncing between Minho's face, his cock, and the mess between his legs, drinking it all in.
He only gets a few seconds before Minho's flipping him onto his back.
Minho wets Jisung's cock with more slick and takes him in his hand, bringing Jisung to his own release. As his hand works Jisung's shaft, he kisses him hungrily, like he’s trying to feel and taste every single part of him.
Jisung doesn't know how to explain it, but it feels like there's so much emotion caught between them. In the kiss, in Minho's hands. Like Minho's trying to tell him something, trying to show him how much he loves him.
Jisung feels it, he definitely does.
"Gonna— Gonna cum— Can I?" Jisung begs, basically talking into Minho's mouth; Minho barely wants to break their kiss for a single second.
"Yeah, you can cum, Jisungie."
His body tenses in anticipation. "I'm so— so close, fuck—"
"Go ahead, wanna see my little alpha let go for me."
Jisung barely registers it before his hips jerk up and he's cumming over Minho's hand, his entire body overcome with waves of crazy, electric pleasure. It's one of the best orgasms he's ever had—for sure the best from jerking off, ever, God.
Minho’s lips are soft when they meet Jisung’s, this time for a gentle, soothing kiss. “You did good. Looked so gorgeous for me, jagi.”
Jisung hums into him, slowly coming down, his brain buzzy.
Minho cleans them both up, getting them each a new change of clothes. He tells Jisung all kinds of sweet things, like usual—maybe even more than usual. They spoon as they get ready to go to sleep, and the whole time Minho is extra affectionate: scenting him deeply, kissing the back of his neck.
Maybe because he knows Jisung's tired tonight, and he's just appreciative. Or maybe because…
No, there's no way.
Does Minho want him to be his alpha?
Is that even possible?
Jisung thinks about it all night long.