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TeeTee was on the verge of a breakdown.
He could feel the scent escaping through his pores, soaking through the shirt clinging to his body and mixing with the sweat trickling down his neck. It was a sweet, unmistakable aroma of salted caramel that permeated him completely. He could almost see it in the air—a mist of pheromones emanating from the person right in front of him.
Por was just a few steps away, sweating and breathing deeply, his hair a mess and his eyes unfocused from exhaustion. He kept his hands on his hips and his feet firm on the floor, standing still after so much training. The scent of his skin spread quickly—intense, almost animalistic, even if it was just the result of effort and sweat. He remained completely oblivious to his surroundings, and to what he was causing those around him.
TeeTee approached slowly, with the lingering steps of a hunter on the prowl; Por was his prey, his omega, his Por. Upon reaching him, he wrapped his arms carefully around Por's waist, ignoring the small gasp of surprise that escaped the man in his arms. Then, he buried his face in the curve of Por's neck, inhaling his scent as if his life depended on it.
"What is it? I’m covered in sweat, let me go! People might see!" Por complained, trying to wiggle free. His effort was futile and only made TeeTee grip him even tighter with both arms, a low growl nearly vibrating in his chest.
"What do you think you’re doing? Your scent is all over the rehearsal room. I don’t want other alphas coming after you," TeeTee said, his voice low and calm, face still buried in the omega’s neck.
Like a click, something snapped in Por’s mind. He had forgotten to put on the anti-pheromone patches the company forced them to wear. Alphas and omegas coexisted well in that space—no alpha had ever crossed a line since he joined Domundi. He trusted some of them blindly, but the company was strict about safety; regardless of sub-gender, everyone had to hide their pheromones during work hours.
Por was in deep trouble if anyone other than his own alpha had caught his scent.
He looked at TeeTee in horror, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, finally managing to pull back just enough to face him, only to feel a chill run from head to toe.
The alpha’s eyes were half-closed, his head tilted to the side, his canines peeking out—likely by accident—and his mouth nearly salivating. He looked entranced, almost drunk, and perhaps he truly was.
Por swallowed hard, his hands lightly rubbing the other’s sweaty muscles as if calling him back with a simple caress, feeling the grip on his waist intensify at the physical contact. He watched the alpha warily and sighed before speaking.
"N'Tee, it’s okay. I’m sure no one noticed. Let’s take a shower and go home, okay?" His voice was soft, trying to coax the alpha who was clearly out of his mind.
Por always knew the effect his scent had on TeeTee’s alpha. He vividly remembered every time he’d heard how delicious and intoxicating his scent was, how it reminded TeeTee of his favorite dessert topping and made him hungry. Hungry for Por.
TeeTee was also fiercely territorial. He always reminded Por about the blocking patches and left him smelling like lemon whenever possible, claiming other alphas didn't need to smell his omega. Although they didn't have a mating mark yet, everyone knew they were together even before they officially announced it.
"P'Por, you smell so good..." TeeTee almost purred, leaning even closer. "So, so delicious to me."
It was the end of any self-control left in his body. With his heat approaching, TeeTee was even more sensitive, feeling everything more intensely, finding his man even more flavorful while pressed against him. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Anyone entering that room would have felt the tension immediately. The caramel mist now had a sharp citrus edge—TeeTee’s pheromones were so strong they were beginning to bypass his own patches, seeking to reclaim the one in his arms.
Por was screwed. Definitely, utterly screwed. He would never forget those damn patches again.
The room began to feel even hotter, almost suffocating, even though it was large enough for twenty people and only two were inside. Por felt his body being pushed back, and before he knew it, his back hit the large mirror on the wall—the glass reflecting the rest of the empty room.
TeeTee finally looked at him again with those hazy, hungry eyes and simply smiled. A smile that was far from sweet, far from innocent. His hands left Por’s waist as he ran them through his own hair, perhaps trying to dissipate some of the heat.
"What are the chances of someone coming into this room right now?" he asked, voice low and steady.
"It’s late, they’ve probably all gone home. We should go too," Por tried one last time.
He needed to get TeeTee out of there as fast as possible; he needed to get him home.
That was all TeeTee needed to know. No one was coming. No one would interrupt.
As if nothing else mattered, TeeTee’s hands flew toward Por again—his left arm snaking around the slender waist while his right hand pulled him by the nape of the neck. Before Por could even think straight, his mouth was being devoured.
It wasn't a calm kiss; it wasn't gentle or shy. It was forceful, consuming. TeeTee demanded entry the moment Por tried to speak, and soon their tongues were dancing. Por shivered from head to toe, going limp in the other’s arms, clinging to his shoulders for support.
His head began to spin, going completely blank as he felt his body grow hotter. Sweat made them slick against each other and against the mirror, which began to fog up around his body as he was explored like the last drop of water in the world.
"I need you. You smell so good. You’re going to drive me crazy," TeeTee whispered, so low that if they weren't pressed together, Por wouldn't have heard it. His voice was deep, laden with animalistic desire, yet he still sought his omega's consent. He wouldn't go further without confirmation; he would never do something Por didn't want, even if it meant wasting away in his own desire for hours.
He felt Por sigh against him, his head falling back against the mirror while everything felt even sweeter, more caramelized around them. Por’s shy hands gripped TeeTee’s sweaty shirt tightly, like an anchor.
"Lock the door."
The command made TeeTee’s body react automatically. He moved toward the door almost blindly, focused solely on turning the key and returning to his omega. He was back in Por’s arms as quickly as he had left.
His mind was a disaster. He was almost seeing red; his senses were so sharp his mouth watered just by looking at the omega in front of him. His omega. Fuck, he was so lucky. Por could have any alpha he wanted—even any omega or beta—but Por wanted him. TeeTee owned him. He was his, down to the last hair on his head. He wanted him so badly it ached, both romantically and carnally.
His alpha loved him so much it reacted to the slightest hint of interest Por’s scent exhaled. And right now, he was bubbling over with sugar.
"You’re so beautiful, so mine. Did you know that?" he asked, genuinely surprised he could formulate a full sentence when his mind was just screaming POR, POR, POR non-stop.
The omega sighed once more. Trying to calm TeeTee at this stage was useless. The alpha was so hot Por could feel it through his fingers, through the skin touching his. With a heat so close and this lapse with the pheromones, Por was just glad TeeTee was still conscious—or half-conscious.
He would give TeeTee what he craved. And then he would take him home.
"I’m yours, Alpha. All yours."
That was all TeeTee needed to hear.
Before he could even process it, Por found himself pinned against the mirror. His mouth was taken again with a hunger so latent he could barely keep up; it was wet and clumsy, but as delicious as TeeTee’s mouth always was. The alpha’s protruding fangs scraped his lips, bringing a sharp, pleasant sting—exactly how his omega liked it.
Slowly, each piece of clothing was stripped away. First the sweat-soaked shirt, followed by the belt which made a sharp clatter as it hit the floor. TeeTee’s hands explored him as if he were the tastiest thing in the world, and perhaps in that moment, he truly was. As his pants fell away, Por began to think it was unfair that he was the only one naked—or partially naked, anyway.
"Take it off, take it off," Por said, more whiny than he intended, pulling at TeeTee’s shirt to get it over his head, just as desperate as the alpha by now.
TeeTee growled—a deep, animalistic sound Por didn't know he could make, but it sent a thrill through every nerve in his body. He loved it. He loved knowing he was the cause of this, of this loss of control, of this burning desire.
He knew his alpha loved him. TeeTee never hid it from anyone; he was constantly praising and pampering him. His boyfriend was clingy, the type who didn't care about public displays of affection, from a small kiss to a slap on the ass during rehearsals. But being loved and being desired were two different things to Por.
He loved being loved, but he loved seeing the alpha driven mad for him even more. He loved the way TeeTee devoured him—with his eyes, his hands, his mouth, with everything he could. How he marked him, how he left him weak-kneed, how he gripped him so hard the marks of his fingers would stay for days.
"P'Por, you get hotter every time I see you without clothes," TeeTee said, his voice low and soft—a tone that contradicted the raw tension in the rest of his body. He scanned the omega from top to bottom with the little consciousness left in that growing fog of tension.
Por’s face was flushed, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his eyes half-closed and dark, lashes standing out, cheeks red from effort and something more. His pale, lean body was beginning to flush, his waist showing the subtle marks of fingers, nipples erect—absolutely beautiful. Beautiful and his.
Por smiled—a simple smile that showed all his teeth and gums—closing his eyes and leaning his head against the glass, surrendering completely, letting himself be supported only by the arms of the man holding him.
"Tee, are you just going to look at me? You were so hungry. Is it over already?" He was a damn provocateur.
Another sound ripped from TeeTee’s throat, as strong as the last, and with it, any shred of self-control vanished. He turned Por around as easily as if he weighed nothing, and soon the omega found his face pressed against the cold glass of the mirror, hands by his ears and hips pushed back, arched. A slight flush of shame hit him.
He felt TeeTee grab him by the neck, the rings on his left hand bringing a chill to his hot skin, while the other arm gripped his waist, pulling their bodies together, separated only by Por’s soaked underwear and TeeTee’s sweatpants, which couldn't hide his arousal.
"I’m going to fuck you like this. So you can see how beautiful you look falling apart on your alpha’s cock," Por heard it in his left ear, TeeTee’s voice so enticing he felt his own arousal pulse. The smell of caramel was becoming unbearable as more slick descended.
Without giving him time to think, TeeTee shucked his pants to his feet, not bothering to kick them away, and pulled down Por’s underwear, which clung to his thighs from the moisture. It was as if a citrus and sweet bomb had been dropped in the room.
Everything began to smell of caramel and lemon, so strong and blended they seemed like a single scent. The caramel on TeeTee’s palate now had the sharp citrus edge of his own pheromones, and Por could no longer distinguish what was his and what wasn't. He was dizzy and longing. Perhaps his alpha’s heat affected him more than he realized. He writhed, his legs pressing together in search of relief, his hips thrusting back for more contact. He could feel the wetness running down his thighs, and TeeTee had only kissed him and touched his body. He was totally undone by so little.
"N'Tee, please. Please touch P'Por. Touch me anywhere," he whimpered, pathetic, at the mercy of the alpha rubbing against him so superficially yet making his whole body burn.
He was praying hard that no one else was near that room—if possible, no one else in the building. He was sure they could smell it from miles away.
Tee said nothing. He simply slid the hand that was on Por's neck down his body, tracing his nape, his back, the curve between his hip and his backside, squeezing firmly, savoring the feel of him. His face returned to Por’s nape, inhaling deeply, tasting every note of salted caramel and citrus on the tip of his tongue, as if eating a dessert made just for him. He licked the sweat with such relish that Por choked back a moan, trembling all over.
His fingers continued down, becoming damp as they approached the source of natural lubricant. Por felt lightheaded, more aroused with every touch, slightly embarrassed by how sticky and wet he felt. In that position, he could follow everything the alpha did through the mirror.
Por thought he would die when TeeTee caught his eyes in the reflection. The mouth still against his neck revealed those canines even more, and he smirked in a way that was so roguish and genuine that, for a moment, all Por could feel was an overwhelming desire to be marked by him. Oh god, he needed to belong to this man forever.
And then, something inside him. Subtle and slow. Even though Por was so wet he didn't need to be prepared, his heart warmed noting that Tee still cared about his comfort, despite clearly burning with lust.
His hips arched even more; he leaned into the mirror with both arms, moving his backside invitingly, biting his lip as he felt a finger moving inside him while more slickness coated his thighs.
"Teeeee. I don't need prep, I need you," his voice was calculated, whiny, and thirsty. He knew his alpha wouldn't resist.
He didn't need to say another word. He felt TeeTee straighten up behind him, the hand returning to cover his neck once more, forcing him to watch everything through the mirror—every move of the man behind him, every part of his exposed body. He felt his legs being pushed apart by the subtle strength of TeeTee’s foot, and soon he was in a position he would have considered humiliating if he weren't so turned on.
Bent over a slightly fogged-up mirror, hips suspended in the air, held up only by arms that would likely fail on that glass and the arm around his waist. Flushed face, slick thighs, and a cock so hard it pulsed against his stomach. A complete mess.
TeeTee was loving the view. He felt like he could explode from the sheer lust of seeing his omega like that—so exposed, so beautiful, so hungry for him.
Por couldn't hold back his voice when he felt TeeTee inside him, a slowness that made him dizzy. He felt full to his stomach. And then everything became even stickier and louder.
TeeTee moved slowly and deeply, holding Por by the waist like an anchor, marking him in a way that would likely last for days. He couldn't control the strength of his hands as he was already exerting himself just to not fuck Por so hard he’d fall.
The omega felt like he was melting.
His mouth was open, and he could no longer hold back the moans that insisted on escaping as he felt TeeTee so deep within him. His legs shook from both the position and the stimulation, and he could swear he was starting to see stars.
Tee’s gaze remained locked on his as he moved, his hand still pinning Por in place, forcing him to watch, to feel it all more intensely. He felt the omega trembling in his arms and felt proud that he was the one responsible for it.
"Do you like it, P'Por? Do you like how your alpha treats you so well? Makes you feel good? Only I get to taste you like this. Only me."
Por couldn't muster a single word in response as he felt TeeTee move with even more force inside him, despite the awkward position. His whole body shook with every thrust that hit exactly that sweet spot, his mouth a mess of high-pitched moans and his alpha's name. He was on the point of exploding.
He pulled one hand from the mirror and hoped TeeTee would hold him tight enough not to let him fall. He pulled TeeTee by the neck with his free hand and kissed him clumsily, both trying to savor each other's mouths amidst sighs and moans—everything too wet, too animalistic, but so, so good it hurt.
Por felt the alpha lose his rhythm. He looked down and noticed TeeTee’s legs tense behind his own. The alpha’s head fell onto his shoulder, large eyes looking at him like he was a precious gem.
"My god, you are so hot," TeeTee moaned as whiny as he could, as surrendered as the omega in his arms, totally intoxicated. He gripped Por’s waist harder, moving his free hand to his omega's untouched arousal and pleasuring him exactly how he knew he liked, delighting in the high-pitched, almost sobbing moan that broke from Por's lips. He felt Por’s legs clamp together as he arched forward in an attempt to escape the sensations flooding his spine. TeeTee knew what that meant and smirked.
"Tee... More... More... Please," Por whimpered, feeling that delicious tingling rise from the pit of his stomach, his legs failing and vision blurring. TeeTee held him tighter, keeping him upright despite his weak legs, and increased the pace, thrusting hard until he felt everything so wet and tight around him that he bit Por’s shoulder as he felt him come against his hand.
The omega shuddered entirely in his arms, the floor and the mirror becoming stained, his vision clouding and his face tearful. His legs squeezed so tightly against each other that he could feel TeeTee pulsing inside him as more lubricant spilled out, even though he was still filled—leaking so much he’d feel embarrassed later by his body's reaction. But all that crossed his mind was the overwhelming pleasure the alpha provided and how much he loved feeling so full until he couldn't take anymore.
TeeTee held on as long as he could, fucking his omega slower to prolong the pleasure, feeling every nerve in his body beg to let go inside that warm, soft place. When he felt Por finally stop trembling, he gave a few more thrusts before finally surrendering inside his omega.
His entire body tensed, and he bit Por’s neck with such force that his alpha would surely be proud of the mark. His whole face contorted and he growled, feeling as good as he possibly could, completely satisfied.
The next few minutes passed slowly, the only sounds in the room being their heavy breathing and the small whimpers of exhaustion coming from Por. TeeTee still held him, preventing him from collapsing. Gradually, the mist of pheromones began to dissipate, and their minds started to clear.
TeeTee finally looked at the fragile omega in his arms with his consciousness back in place
Then he looked at the clothes on the floor.
The smeared mirror.
P'Por still trembling slightly, clinging to his arms.
The sticky puddle on the floor.
And then he laughed.
A genuine laugh—satisfied and terrified at the same time. Por frowned and looked at him with the most puzzled expression possible, still speechless, until TeeTee finally explained.
"We are so incredibly screwed."