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— For as long as Sooho could remember, he was always told one thing; You are an alpha. In a society such as this, you are superior - the king of the food chain, an apex predator, built to mate or breed any omega as you please, as that’s all omegas are good for. Breeding, mating, carrying pups. Any omega with their head fixated on a fate different from the one life had planned for them, is nothing but a delusional fool.

That’s what he was told. What he was taught, under his grandma’s loving but firm hand, was to treat everyone with respect, regardless of their subgender. No matter what anyone tells you, being an alpha doesn't make you better than no one, hear? She’d scolded him, aged twelve, when he was freshly presented and done as he was told by teachers at school to abuse his superiority and discriminate against one of his omegean classmates. Living under my roof, you treat everyone as an equal, boy.

He’d had to kneel on rice for an hour straight, and that was both the first and last time he ever did such a thing. Not just because of the punishment, but his grandma’s teachings. I didn’t raise you to be that way, she’d said. Alpha, omega, it doesn’t matter. What does, is that everyone is human, and you damn well better treat them as such.

Sooho is glad to have had such a wise caretaker with a good head screwed on her shoulders, so, so grateful to have not ended up like his peers. Stuck-up pricks who only knew how to put others down for the sole factor of being weak. There are very few omegas in Byuksan, all of which Sooho pities greatly, but what can he do? He’s only one person, and prefers to stay out of trouble unless he has to get his hands dirty, or it comes to him.

So, Byuksan is no place for omegas. If you were one, faking being a beta was your safest bet aside from transferring or dropping out to pursue education from home, but faking your subgender wasn’t something easy; good quality scent blockers and suppressants weren’t cheap. You could always go with a cheap pharmacy brand, but those washed off rather easily and most still allowed some scents to leak through if you were feeling heavy emotions. 

One of Byuksan’s few omegas, a second year who’s name Sooho can’t remember, recently transferred as the discrimination got to be too much, which had all his tormentors bored and getting a little stir-crazy, apparently, since Sooho woke up to them trying to pick a fight with an omega…no, a beta half their size and body weight. Back then, he’d only stepped in because he wanted to sleep, and the little guy didn’t look like he’d stand a chance against Yeongbin and his lackeys. Never did he think that a boy like Yeon Sieun would become his friend, but how could he not befriend such a cute thing? He’s pretty for a boy, a type of pretty that omegas typically are with his long lashes and full cheeks and sad puppy eyes, not to mention his short and petite stature. Alas, his scent is dull and neutral, and he has no reaction to the many alpha pheromones around him. He’s a beta if Sooho has ever seen one.

That doesn’t stop him from being mistaken for an omega, though. How many times has he (Subtly) scented Sieun, just so that when they walked down town no one would approach with their prying eyes and sleazy comments? How many times has someone backed off once they saw Sooho, with a Sorry man, didn’t know he was your omega ? Even if Sieun was an omega, and even if Sooho had bonded with him, that’s no excuse. It angers Sooho to no end but he tries not to let it get to him. Sieun never shows any reaction, probably used to it, so he shouldn’t, either.

Today is a boring day. When he’d gotten to school, he was quite looking forward to seeing his best friend, yet was disappointed to see that Sieun wasn’t in class. He’d asked Beomseok if he saw the beta, and the other alpha hadn’t either.

Huh. It wasn’t like Sieun to miss school. He seemed to care for getting an education more than he did for breathing, or doing anything that included having fun and being a normal teenager, so it was very strange that he was out of school with no reasoning. When Sooho checks his phone, he sees no texts from Sieun, no explanation; none to Beomseok, either.

At lunch period, he sends a quick text to Sieun’s contact (Saved as My Cutie with two heart emojis), inquiring if he’s alright. Lunch ends, and he has no response, which begins to concern him but he doesn’t panic. Maybe…he doesn’t know, maybe Sieun is just sick. If that’s the case, Sooho should drop by to make sure he’s okay, shouldn’t he? He knows that Sieun’s father isn’t around much, and if he’s ill he should have someone to take care of him.

After school ends, he bids good-bye to Beomseok, informs his diner job that he’ll be coming in late, yes he’ll work overtime to make up for it, and then picks up a few things from the convenience store just in case Sieun is sick. Some instant foods that are easy on the stomach, cold medicine, some drinks. What can he say? He loves his friends.

The drive to Sieun’s apartment complex is uneventful. He checks his phone once more as he’s locking up his bike, biting his cheek as he sees Sieun still hasn’t even read his texts, and keeps the device in hand while ascending the stairs.

His index finger jabs into the doorbell, and then he waits. Waits for all of about thirty seconds, listening for movement inside, and his concern grows as he hears none. Is Sieun…not in? If so, where is he?

Sooho swipes to his calling app and doesn’t hesitate to hit Sieun’s contact, pressing the doorbell again and the phone to his ear. While it’s ringing, he can faintly hear Sieun’s ringtone from inside. That brings him a bit of relief. It’s good that Sieun is home.

Now if he’d just answer the door…

His call goes to voicemail, to which Sooho only calls again, biting his lip in worry. Why is Sieun not picking up - ?

The line connects and Sooho’s heart jumps in his chest.

“ Hello? ”

A frown marrs the alpha’s face. Sieun sounds rough, like he’d just woken up or perhaps had a sore throat, voice quiet and whispery.

“Hey.” Sooho swings the bag at his side. “You good? I texted you, but you never replied, and you weren’t in school today, either.”

“I’m…” Sieun’s voice is shaking. “I’m fine. Just…just sick.”

“Then can you open the door?” Sooho replies, mashing the doorbell once more. “I’m outside. Open up so I can see you.”

“ Y-you’re…outside? ”

There’s something in Sieun’s voice that Sooho can’t identify.

“Yeah. I am - delivery order, ” He jokes, and Sieun breathes out shakily over the line.

“You need to leave. You can’t be here, you might - you might catch whatever I have. You -”

“Woah, woah. Chill out.” The alpha’s brow furrows at the frantic tone of Sieun’s voice, which is usually void of emotion. “I won’t get sick, and if I do, you can slap me or some shit. Just let me see you, please?”

“ I can’t - ”

Sieun’s voice is cut off by the most unexpected of sounds; a whimper. A pained one, and alarm bells go off in Sooho’s head.

“Sieun?” He calls out, heart pounding. “Sieun-an, what was that? Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you?”

The only sound is Sieun’s ragged breaths crackling through the line and then the call suddenly ends. Sooho is just about to do something very drastic when there’s the sound of quick footsteps before the door is swinging open, catching the alpha off guard. 

The doorway is filled by all one-hundred sixty two centimeters of Yeon Sieun, an ocean’s worth of perspiration leaking from his pores as he pants like he’s run a marathon. His gaze is wide and he gazes up at Sooho with unfocused eyes, pupils blown out like a blooming flower. The alpha is about to question if he’s alright, if he needs to go to the hospital, but stops short as he catches a whiff of the scent in the air.

Sweet as aged honey, a flower’s nectar, something fruity like syrupy peaches. It smells like a beekeeper married a florist, right in the center of a fruit orchard, and his head spins as he comes to a realization.

Sieun is an omega. An omega in heat and he quickly pushes the older back inside before the scent can seep into the outdoors, almost slamming the door behind him.

“Sieun-ah - are you - ?” He starts, in shock, reaching out to touch his friend's cheek without thinking.

The beta - omega lets out a little sound when Sooho touches him, making the alpha snatch his hands back like he’s been burned, yet Sieun whines (It shouldn’t be as cute as it is), clearly not liking that. Sooho has never dealt with an omega in heat but he knows you should avoid upsetting them at all costs, so he brings his hands back up to the omega’s face, swallowing at the way he nuzzles his flushed skin into them.

“W-we…” What does he do? Sieun is so unlike himself and it’s very odd, this whole situation. “We should, uh, get you back to your nest. You shouldn’t be up, come on.”

He tries to limit all contact, trying to breathe through his mouth because Sieun’s scent is driving him crazy, but that only worsens it. He can taste it now, the ripe peach and sweet honey, the slick. Oh, God. Sieun is slicking up so much it makes his head spin, instincts going haywire. He needs to get out, needs a breath of fresh air.

But, he can’t leave his friend like this. Locking the door, he sets the convenience store bag down and carefully leads Sieun back to his small bedroom, noting the mess of blankets and pillows and sheets on the bed. He’s not planning to get in with him, an omega’s nest is sacred and should never be entered without permission, but when he tries to pull back Sieun growls at him, which is typically only done when a boundary has been crossed. However, Sooho is trying to avoid doing such a thing.

"Are you sure ?" He asks, apprehensive, and Sieun gives him a dark look.

"Don't give me those eyes," Sooho murmurs, even though he wants to cave immediately. "I don't want you to regret anything. Tell me that you're sure."

The omega looks some hybrid of angry and betrayed, eyes welled with salt and lips pushed in a pout - natural, and angry. His scent rots, the peaches too ripe and the flowers wilted into a scent of decay. How could such a sweet little creature produce such an agonizing odor?

Every part of Sooho yearns to go and placate the omega, but he holds his ground, ignoring the wolf howling inside him as he waits for Sieun to be coherent enough to produce words. The omega looks like he wants to tear a chunk out of Sooho as his little hands knead a pillow in his lap, subconsciously.

Then, suddenly, he looks saddened, like a cloud has come over his head to pelt sleets of rain on him. His scent goes from rot, to something sourly sweet, bitterly candied, and before Sooho can question what's wrong with him, Sieun extends the pillow to him.

He looks like he might actually cry now, looking so angelic it hurts as Sooho slowly processes what he's requesting.

"You want me to scent this?" He questions, and the omega nods, still not speaking, but he's directly asking this of Sooho. He can't deny him. So, the alpha steps forward, carefully taking the pillow from Sieun's little hands - they curl up in his lap with nothing to hold - and cautiously watching the omega's reaction as he rubs his wrist over the object.

The scent glands in the wrist weren't quite as strong as ones in the neck, which made it a good place for platonic scenting, such as between friends or family members. It wasn't too intimate, yet still allowed for scents to be spread and shared.

As the seconds pass, Sieun's eyes grow more and more glassy, tears visibly welling at his waterline like little drops of dew. Sooho's heart spikes when they begin to fall, his chest hurting.

"Hey - what's wrong?" He tries to ask, Sieun sniffing and wiping at his eyes with his wrist, still not responding. He looks lost and devastated, cheeks pink and lips wobbling, eyelashes clumping together from the moisture. Sooho is stricken, because he doesn't know what's wrong, and doesn't know how to comfort him.

When he dares to step closer, Sieun whimpers, which makes him take a step back again, but that does nothing but upset the omega further. Sooho is confused, a bit panicked, and unsure what to do. Taking a sniff at the air, Sieun smells scared, anxious, sad, and stressed. Is he scared of Sooho? Is Sooho's presence making him feel this way? But, his body language - he's not curled in on himself, not shielding his belly or neck, not shying away from Sooho.

The alpha racks his mind to think of what could be causing the omega such misery, if it truly is his fault. He only wants Sieun to stop crying. He doesn't think he's ever been so affected by someone else's despair. This sight of Sieun, so pitiful and helpless, makes him want to tear his own heart from his chest.

He was out of options here, ones that didn't include entering the omega's nest, which he didn't want to do. Well, he did, however, he didn't know if he could trust the yearning of an omega deep in heat as proper consent.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. The realization dawns on Sooho out of the blue, that the reason for Sieun's distress is indeed because of him, though not for the reason he thought. Inhaling deeply, Sooho presses a knee to the bed, the pillow still in his grasp as he waits to see if his theory had been right.

Just as he thought, the omega gravitates towards him. Both little hands curl into the front of Sooho's jacket, tugging needily, desperately, begging him without words. Sooho feels stupid, guilty, and ashamed.

Without further hesitance, he takes the omega into his arms, fully entering the nest and protectively wrapping Sieun in his embrace. He soothes him as he leans back against the mess - no, the perfection of blankets and pillows, guiding the omega's little body into his lap and letting him curl up there.

"I'm sorry," He relents, soothingly rubbing a palm up and down Sieun's back. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You're okay, you didn't do anything wrong."

The omega is making the most pitiful, heartbreaking sounds, hands digging into and kneading at Sooho's shoulders. He feels him move, feels a face press into his scent glands, and Sooho sucks in a sharp breath as Sieun noses along them.

Breathe, breathe, breathe, he reminds himself. This was normal. Friends scented each other all the time, though maybe not this close, but Sieun was a distressed omega in heat, for God's sake. Sooho keeps still and lets him comfort himself, shivering at the sensations it brings him.

Eventually, his crying does die down, and Sieun's scent sweetens back up. The room no longer stinks of decay and despair which allows Sooho to breathe again.

Sieun wriggles a bit, making Sooho stiffen, but the omega only shifts his position to push himself more into Sooho's chest. His soft thighs (He's not wearing any pants, which Sooho chooses to ignore) twist and fold against Sooho, body slumping down with exhaustion and hands still clinging to his shoulders.

Gently, Sooho dares to try and shift him, which makes the omega whine. Sooho is quick to placate him.

"Not going anywhere," He soothes him, cautiously cupping him from beneath and laying back more. "Just want you to be comfortable."

He manages to lay back fully, tugging Sieun up onto his chest, and the omega only lets him. He's still in shock at how surreal the situation is. Sieun typically barely even lets Sooho put his arm on his shoulder, let alone snuggle him. Guiltily, Sooho kind of likes Sieun like this, all clingy and docile. He actually seems human in this state, instead of the expressionless shell of a human he usually is.

Key word; kind of. Sieun is still and quiet for so long that Sooho thinks he may have dozed off, until the omega shifts their position a bit, Sooho's thigh caught up between his own. It's not the position itself that makes the alpha freeze. It's the hot wetness pressed against him, the slick seeping right through his jeans and burning his skin.

His cheeks flamed red as he realized Sieun had forgone pants and underwear , swallowing thickly and trying to remain calm. It's not like the omega could resist his biology. He shouldn't make it weird.

That doesn't mean he can keep his thoughts from wandering, no matter how direly he tries to keep them pure. He can only think of how Sieun must taste even better than he smells, how euphoric he would feel wrapped around his cock —

Shame fills Sooho, though not enough to soften his erection. His pants are tented mere inches from the omega and it wouldn't take much for Sieun to wiggle a bit and notice it. Sooho has never been that religious, but he prays to the God above for mercy.

Miraculously, Sieun does not move again, his breathing slow and even, indicating that he's fallen asleep. Sooho exhales in relief. There is no chance of Sieun discovering how much of a pervert he is, but the erection is quite uncomfortable. Thinking of the dirty dish drain at his job and the ahjussi's who answer the door fresh from the shower do nothing to ease his arousal, which is to be expected. He has a fertile omega in his lap who's dripping slick. Of course his hormones will refuse to lie low.

So, Sooho suffers, unwilling to move and disturb the omega. Sieun rests obliviously for what feels like a century, every second that passes bringing more and more desperate pain to Sooho, the alpha breathing stiffly through his nose. All he can focus on is Sieun pressed up against his thigh, leaking slick non-stop, soiling his jeans and driving Sooho crazy. His hips are tempted to buck up to get some semblance of relief but Sooho resists, though the urge is strong. That wouldn't be right. Sieun isn't even in a stable state of mind. No matter how aroused he is, he isn't going to take advantage of his best friend.

An eternity later (read: roughly one hour), Sieun finally awakens. Sooho, caught up in more involuntary fantasies, only realizes once a nose presses to his scent glands, spooking him back to reality.

His hand squeezes Sieun's waist. "Welcome back," He murmurs, voice a little strange because the sensation of his scent glands being rubbed so profusely is just - indescribable. His hips twitch, threatening to raise. Can Sieun… smell him? Has his scent changed any to indicate that he's lustful? God, he hopes not.

"Sieunie," He starts, breathing through his mouth. "Can I - can I go to the bathroom?"

Just as he'd expected, the omega whines in displeasure, the sound very cute, disgruntled, and unlike Sieun. The alpha would coo over it if he weren't in his current predicament.

"It'll only take a second," He tries, practically begging. " Please ? I'll be right back, I promise, baby."

He doesn't even realize the pet name has left his tongue and neither does Sieun, apparently, who shakes his head, very adamant on keeping Sooho right where he is. Then, before Sooho can think to stop him, he wriggles.

Directly onto his lap.

Whereas he'd previously been sitting on Sooho's thigh, he's now seated on his crotch, and all the breath leaves his chest, an involuntary groan coming out of him. His heart is racing and he pants as he tries to keep his composure, sweat dripping down his temple and fingers gripping Sieun's waist for dear life.

Surprisingly (Unsurprisingly?) the omega is not disgusted, or disdained, or yelling at Sooho to get out and never speak to him again. He feels warm breath on his neck, a soft, delicate sound. A moan . Sieun just moaned and his hips are moving in a way that has Sooho's brain foggy.

Sooho can't even try to stop him, head leaning back against the pillows and blankets behind him, hands wandering down to the omega's hips, daring to squeeze the fat there. A guilty fire burns in his chest as he can't help but notice how thick he is, how perfect these hips would be bearing his pups —

He's snapped back to reality, hissing as he quickly forces the omega to still. "S-sieun," He stammers, unstable, fighting with himself. "Stop. You can't -" He inhales sharply then takes a deep breath.

"You can't do that," The alpha finally grits out, even if his mind is telling him to let the omega continue and take what he wanted of him. "Stop it."

Though it pains him, he gently uses one hand to grip the omega's scruff, firm but tender as he can be as he forcefully removes him from his scent glands. Both that and the tiny whine of discontent he receives in reply make a sharp pain go through his chest. He's never scuffed anyone before but he assumes he's doing it right. He hopes he's doing it right.

" No, " He says firmly, like the omega is a naughty cat. "I can't do that with you. You're not even coherent enough to speak. "

Sooho is losing this argument by a long shot. He knows because the tears that glisten like diamonds at the omega's waterline make him feel like he's been impaled, the wolf inside him now only wanting to soothe his omega, the distress and discomfort wafting off of him working wonders on Sooho.

It's clear Sieun is in pain. Sooho has read of how bad heats can get - the cramps, the arousal, the non-stop slick, all just the tip of the iceberg. If it felt anything like the days-long knots he'd have during his rut that never seemed to go down no matter what he tried, he feels intensely sorry.

The alpha quickly counts back from ten before turning the omega around. His arm presses to the omega's belly, tugging him back close to his chest, and he shushes the omega softly as he sobs.

"I'm sorry," He relents, guiltily. "Later, baby. I promise." When you can ask me for it. He doesn't say, because he knows what Sieun wants, can smell it in the slick expelling down his thighs.

It takes a while to calm Sieun down. A lot of cuddles, and snuggles, and scenting, not to forget the kisses (Just sweet little pecks on the forehead, nose, and cheeks, everywhere but the lips - it's the least Sooho can do, since he can'- won't have sex with him) before Sieun is docile and placated. 

Sooho waits. He waits, and waits until he's sure the omega is deep in sleep, before he gently slips from under him - adjusting his little body so that he's comfortable - and sneaks off to the bathroom. His cock is straining against his pants and his knot is so full it pains him. Cold water doesn't fix it, neither does thinking of the nastiest, unsexiest things he can imagine, and he growls in agitation. 

He doesn't know how much time he has before Sieun wakes up. The thought of the omega makes his cock throb with arousal and he bites his lip, opening up the toilet lid and shivering out a breath as his hand encases his length. He lets his thoughts wander. The restraint, previously very taut, is loosened, and pre-cum dribbles from his tip, balls feeling like they're about to burst.

It's the thought of Sieuns soft thighs and pretty Bambi gaze that makes him cum, knot inflating in the circle of his fist and seed splattering into the water of the toilet. Some of it misses his intended target and lands on the toilet seat. He pants, coming down from his high, and exhales as he searches for cleaning products under the sink.

It takes ten minutes for his knot to go down. Then, five minutes to clean up his mess, wash his hands until they're reddened, and erase any trace of what he'd done from Sieun's bathroom.

When he returns to the bedroom, his omega is still resting peacefully, looking like a little angel on a bed of clouds where he lays. He doesn't rouse when Sooho re-enters the bed, only snuggles into him, ever so adorable.

Two hours. That's how long Sieun rests. Two whole hours where Sooho is blessed with the sight of his pretty face relaxed and free of tension, pink little mouth parted to exhale soft breaths, squishy cheek mushed against Soohos chest. He wants to snap some photos and immortalize this moment, but resists. That's a boundary that he can't overstep. 

Sooho ends up dozing off himself, a little bit. He doesn't realize that Sieun has awakened until the omega shifts, shuffling into Sooho's scent glands.

"Oh - hi, baby," He greets, stroking down his side. "You up?"

Sieun nods, and then - "'m up," He murmurs, voice raspy from misuse, and Sooho's heart jumps. Sieun is finally coherent enough to speak, yet he still snuggles into Sooho like a pup.

"That's good. Is there anything you want? Anything I can get for you?" He asks, because he would pluck every star from the sky if Sieun asked him to.

The omega shakes his head. "Jus' you," He mumbles, and Sooho can tell he's about to drift off again. Before that happens, he speaks up quickly.

"I need to leave for a little bit."

Immediately, Sieun lets out a whiny growl, and Sooho can't help grinning.

"I know, I know, but it'll only be ten minutes, alright?" He tries to convince him. "I'll be back before you even know it, promise, baby."

Sieun whines again as Sooho moves him off of him, but luckily, no tears appear. If he saw a single tear, Sooho would toss out all his bearings.

"You better," Sieun grumbles at him, so cute and pouty Sooho wants to kiss his pretty little mouth until they're both breathless. He doesn't. He does kiss his nose and cheeks, though.

"I will, I will."

After giving Sieun all the kisses that he demands, he leaves, reeking of his omega's scent and heat. On his phone, there's a convenience store five minutes walking distance from Sieuns apartment. He takes his bike, obviously, hurrying inside and grabbing a hand basket.

He's frenzied, almost, desperate to get back to Sieun’s apartment, back to his omega. He grabs what comes to mind at the top of his head; instant foods, hydrating drinks, snacks. When he passes the sexual wellness section, he intends to skim over it, but pauses.

At the counter, he bashfully presents a box of knot resistant condoms as his last item, much to the gaze of the amused cashier. She doesn't say anything, but her grin says it all, and Sooho leaves with his head down like a guilty dog.

Checking his phone, it's only been just over ten minutes since he left. He fumbles for the key code, barely remembering it, and kicks his shoes off the second that he's inside. He almost trips over the bag he'd brought earlier, forgotten in his daze. Oh. So this trip was pointless, alright. Sieun will surely be enthusiastic if he finds that out; which he won't. Sooho quickly combines the medicine with the new bag, and rushes into the room.

In the room, Sieun is lying on his belly, eyes closed but not asleep. They open when Sooho enters and the omega sits up, gazing through his lashes. He's swimming inside the hoodie he wears and looks so cute, so kissable, it drives Sooho insane.

"You're late," He says, and Sooho grins.

"Sorry," He relents. "Had to get some things." 

And when Sieun reaches for the bag, he lets him, and forgets of one key detail until Sieun holds up the box.

The condoms. Sooho's whole life flashes before his eyes and he's prepared for Sieun to yell at him to get out for being a perverted, disgusting, predatory bastard, but the omega instead smiles. It's a beautiful smile, all plump lips and amused, hazy eyes, cheeks vibrant like peaches. He's only ever seen Sieun smile once, and it was never like this; it's a… a sultry smile, dare he say.

"Good thinking," He says, setting the box aside. "You came prepared."

Came prepared. Does that mean Sieun wants him to - Hell, isn't that why he got the condoms? With that expectation? Or, just as a precaution, just in case? 

Sooho can't say anything, cheeks red and heart pounding as the omega gestures for him to come back into the nest. What is this feeling? Is it lust? No, it's something more than that. He should be fine, what with his little rendezvous  in the bathroom earlier, yet the heat is bubbling in his guts all over again.

When he's in the bed, pressed back against the headboard, he holds his breath as Sieun climbs over his lap. He still isn't wearing pants. He expects the omega to snuggle into him like he did before, but instead, his little hands cradle the sides of his face, and then those precious lips are pressed to his.

Sooho freezes. He's kissed before. He's fucked before, so why is a simple kiss making him lock up? Maybe this kiss isn't so simple, because it's from Sieun.

He kisses back quickly, before he even realizes, and it's clear Sieun has never done this. His tongue is curious and clumsy with inexperience against Sooho's, sinking his canines down upon Soohos bottom lip not hard enough to draw blood from him, but blood sure does rush down South at the action.

"Sieun -" He pants, breathless when they part. "Sieun. Do you…" his hands settle on the omega’s tiny waist. "Do you really want me to?"

Because he's hard and everything in him wants, craves, yearns. But if Sieun is unsure, he won't. If Sieun is uncomfortable he won't. Because Sieun is his best friend, and he loves him. (Maybe a little more than he should, he's too scared to admit.)

The omegas pupils are blown wide again and his pretty pink mouth is parted. "You're so… dense sometimes," He says, without venom. "Yes, Sooho. I do. I want you to fuck me. Hard. I want you to knot me. I want you to -"

" Stop, " Sooho interrupts, voice strained. "Okay, okay, I get it, you can - you can stop."

Sieun rocks his hips down with need and Sooho grips his waist for dear life at the feeling of his wetness sliding up against his clothed cock. He doesn't even know where to start piecing him apart. Is this what he dreamed of when he got himself off in the bathroom?

But… 

It doesn't feel right. Sieun is coherent enough to speak, but is this him speaking to Sooho, or his heat? Is he thinking with his mind or with his -

The omega whines and Sooho snaps out of his fretting, swallowing. "Sorry, baby," He apologizes, lifting Sieun's hoodie to his waist, exposing him. His thighs are so thick and soft it drives Sooho crazy and he's so wet it's seeping right through the thick fabric of the alpha’s slacks. When he presses Sieun back, the omega goes easily, thighs spreading for him now that he's been laid out.

Sooho is holding his breath and his vision is dotting with black when he lays eyes on Sieun. He's puffy, a little swollen with neglected arousal - or, is it that his body has just torn itself apart to form this new canal? There is no blood, only clear slick leaking steadily from his clenching hole, but Sooho still can't help but ask.

"Is this your first heat?" He questions quietly, dreading the answer, and he feels somewhat relieved when Sieun shakes his head, eyes glazed, gaze bright with want. Sooho hesitates, then settles his hands on Sieun's inner thighs. 

He's weeping more slick by the second, and Sooho's pants are stretched uncomfortably with another erection that he frees to ease his own discomfort. He's attended sexual wellness classes. He's versed on how the omegean body works when in heat, but he still hesitates.

" Go ," Sieun whines, impatiently. "Please, Sooho."

Sooho still doesn't abide. "I don't want to hurt you-" He begins, trails off, and Sieun looks so desperate, so tearful.

"I don't care if you hurt me. Fuck me. "

He pushes in. Sieun's pretty mouth drops open with the first few inches that slip inside him, and he's so warm and wet that Sooho could die right in this moment. Not to mention tight. It hits him just then that Sieun is a virgin, that Sooho is the first to ever touch him this way, and that makes his cock throb and pulse inside the omega.

There is no pain in his expression like Sooho feared. Only pure bliss at the new sensation, hole clamping down around him as he slowly fits in half, then pulls out to bury himself to the hilt. His knot pulses at his bases, but he doesn't want to knot Sieun, not yet - oh, shit. The condoms, he forgot about them. But he thinks he'd rather kill himself than pull out right now.

He exhales as he soaks in the feeling of Sieun, warm and impossibly wet. Part of him doesn't even want to start moving, but Sieun whines, and he grasps the omega's hip, keeling over. Hesitation. Their faces are a hair away from each other, lips even less, and Sooho is the one to press them together.

The kiss lasts for all of five seconds before Sooho pulls away and pulls out, making the Omega whine loudly in frustration, and Sooho shushes him. "I'm sorry, baby," he apologized, fiddling with the box of condoms, cock throbbing and weeping pre-cum as he clumsily rolls one over himself. It took everything in him to muster up the strength to unsheath himself from the perfect cunt, but neither of them can afford a child, financially nor mentally.

He pushes back in and Sieun purrs, almost. Sooho knew that omegas could purr, amongst many other strictly omegean made sounds, but he's never heard it in the flesh, nor thought that Sieun ever would. It's a silky, smooth sound from the back of his throat and Sooho feels his knot move further down his length.

Inhaling sharply, he takes grasp of Sieun's little cock as he bucks his hips in and out, stroking him quickly. The pre-cum pearling out of his slit is perfect lubrication, and the omega's body spasms for a moment, hands unsure what to do with themselves, lips unable to close. It's the most gorgeous thing that Sooho has ever seen and he suddenly wants to bite the exposed skin of Sieun's neck, tantalizingly bare.

He can't. It's illegal, because they're underaged, but like the Omega read his thoughts, he tilts his head to bare his neck to Sooho. Asking to be marked, panting and whining as he comes closer to his orgasm, as Sooho's knot pushes at his entrance, and Sooho - Sooho knows he can't hold back. He has tunnel vision, only able to see Sieun's pretty, bare neck, his inflamed scent glands.

His hoodie has slipped down to expose one naked shoulder and prominent collar bones. Drool is pooling in his gums, canines elongating, and when he keels over, he just barely manages to make his target Sieun's shoulder. The omega gasps out in a mix of pain and pleasure as he sinks his teeth into him, tasting iron blood and pink flesh. 

A growl builds in his throat as his knot pushes at Sieun's entrance, animalistic and primal. Sieun is scratching at his back through his shirt, panting; whining; moaning. His legs have wrapped around Sooho's waist and with his cock rubbing between their bodies, abused by friction, the omega doesn't last much longer.

Sieun gets impossibly tight around his knot as he cums, so warm and snug it almost hurts. Sooho draws his teeth up out of his shoulder, tongue grooming the wound, and Sieun doesn't let him up. His little hands, shaking, grasp the back of the alpha's neck. He feels fangs scrape his neck and he can't tell Sieun no. He can't. Damn the punishment that will come.

Luckily (Unfortunately), Sieun does not mark him there. He marks just a hair away from the junction of his throat and Sooho spills into the condom at the pain. It's an amazing feeling, glorious agony of sharp teeth digging into him, tearing him apart, it feels like. His knot pulses and he can faintly register the feeling of Sieun's clamp sealing around him, locking them together.

It takes a few moments to come down from the peak he'd trekked up to. Sieun is panting softly beneath him, lips pressing over the bite on Sooho's shoulder, tongue lapping at it.

He lets him do that, waiting for him to finish nursing it before he brings them both back. He's careful not to tug at his knot, it wouldn't dislodge even if he wanted it to, but he doesn't want to cause Sieun any discomfort. He holds the omega's spent body on top of his own, stroking his back like a cat.

He kisses Sieun's cheek. "You satisfied , brat ?" He murmurs, out of breath, and Sieun presses his cheek to Sooho's chest, humming. Cheeky little shit.

It takes twenty minutes for his knot to go down. Another ten for Sieun's clamp to loosen up enough for Sooho to ease himself out, watching how Sieun gapes and clenches around air. The condom is full and sagging and he grimaces as he peels it off, tying it at the top. He'd have to leave a good review on this brand for not breaking after all it went through.

"Come on, up," he coaxes Sieun, getting him out of the nest despite his whining. "We need to clean you up."

He gives them both a quick wash down in the shower, knowing omega's got attached to their nests during their cycle, and towels off Sieun's hair, internally cooing at his fluffy cheeks and hair. 

Once back in the nest, his  phone vibrates in his jacket and he searches through the nest to find it, digging the device out. It's a text from Beomseok - Is Sieun okay? He questions. You haven't texted all day. I got notes for you two btw.

He looks down at Sieun, hooked under his arm resting on his chest, tired out from their strenuous activities. He opens the camera app, holding up a peace sign with the arm that's around Sieun, making sure to capture Sieun's dozing form in the frame.

He's okay!!!! Sooho texts back alongside the photo. He was just not feeling too well.

It was technically the truth. He didn't know if Sieun wanted anyone to know about his heat, let alone the fact that Sieun wasn't the beta he presented himself as, and even though he feels a little wrong for keeping things from their best friend, it's not his information to share.

Beomseok reads the message immediately, typing bubbles bouncing. Oh okay, he sends. Hope he gets better. Should I come, or…?

He's tempted to text back some excuse, but pauses. "Sieunie," he says, jostling the omega. "Sieunie, cutie - can O-beom come over? Are you okay with that?"

Pretty, sleepy eyes peer up at him. Sieun sleepily nods, nuzzling back into Sooho's chest in a way that tells he's going to sleep, and Sooho rubs his back as he texts back.

Yeah sure.

He clicks his phone off.