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“Stop whining,” Soobin says. He doesn’t even bother to look at him, instead swears loudly when his character dies.
“I’m bored,” Beomgyu says, definitely not whining.
“So go find something to do, stop distracting me.”
“Can’t,” Beomgyu says, giving himself away. Well, more than the obvious. He’s a few days out of what had been a pretty intense heat. They don’t fuck during his heats. None of them do, heats nor ruts. Too rowdy, too liable to mark each other up, to make dumb choices. Heats alone--much less this past one--with nothing but himself and some toys suck, leaving him with a residual horniness that’s hard to shake. When he’s in heat, there’s very little of Beomgyu’s higher faculties: he’s at the mercy of his subgender. The way he’s feeling tonight isn’t his omega speaking; it’s Beomgyu’s stupid brain stuck on how much better it would feel to get off with someone while aware. And, well. He doesn’t fuck anyone but Soobin. Neither of them do.
Soobin smirks, the asshole, and then restarts his game. He can smell Beomgyu’s arousal, and Beomgyu knows it; Soobin’s cockiness comes through loud and clear, through the arched eyebrow to the smug smirk. Well fuck that because Beomgyu can smell Soobin too. The edge Beomgyu associated with being turned on in Soobin’s scent is faint right, but definitely there. He isn’t in the throes of an after-rut, and upsettingly, he actually is focused on his game. Beomgyu didn’t come to sit with him with any intentions, but. Well. Soobin smells so good, like the sea, and Beomgyu is hungry. Soobin knows this. And he’s not moving, he’s not lifting Beomgyu into his lap, he’s not letting his fingers find their way under his pants and into his wet pussy. Beomgyu would almost believe in the indifference if not for that small shift in Soobin’s scent.
It’s a game they play sometimes. One where Soobin doesn’t have to touch him to make him desperate. The one where they both love the way Beomgyu begs, indecent and shameless. The shape of Soobin’s smile, half quirked and knowing, is the only hint Beomgyu needs to make his first move. He tries to win Soobin’s attention by smoothing a sure palm up the inside of Soobin’s thigh, almost reaching his goal before Soobin slaps his hand away.
“Look at that,” he says, biting his lip. “You almost made me die again.”
“Bin-ah,” Beomgyu definitely whines this time.
“Hyung,” Soobin says, edges shaping the word. “Soobin-hyung.” So it’s like that tonight. Soobin doesn’t care, not when the cameras are off, when Boemgyu drops honorifics. Most of them don’t--they all consider themselves family at this point. Well, either family or lovers. Soobon’s scent is definitely increasing. He wants Beomgyu, sure, but he’s going to make him work for it.
Beomgyu has to win his attention. Somehow.
“What--”
Beomgyu slides his way onto Soobin’s lap, wiggling under one arm so that Soobin’s are wrapped around him, still holding his gaming controller.
“Gyu, I can’t play--”
“Sure you can,” Beomgyu’s tucked his face into Soobin’s neck, right near his scent gland. His whole body shivers with wanting delight. “Look around me.” He smirks. “As long as you can.”
Soobin inhales sharply when Beomgyu licks his neck, softly, but doesn’t say anything. He actually goes back to his video game, the bastard. It’s all for show, surely. Beomgyu can’t imagine he’ll be successful, not with a lap full of horny omega. Especially now that Beomgue’s started up a slow, sensual pelvic grind, rocking them together. It takes a bit of finessing, finding the best way to straddle and press himself up against Soobin’s cock. Which, despite Soobin’s faux disinterest, is definitely interested in the proceedings. Since Beomgyu’s set out to tease, to break Soobin, he’s purposely avoiding his scent gland. Instead he’s nosing around it, licking his way up behind Soobin’s ear--anything but where he knows Soobin wants. Soobin’s tense, which Beomgyu can only hope means he’s about to snap.
Only he doesn’t, and the longer Beomgyu spends, winding himself up, the more desperate he becomes.
“You’re so needy,” Soobin says. Beomgyu’s body clenches involuntarily. He’d like to say he isn’t responding to the condescending tone, that he doesn’t like being teased this way, but it would be a bald-faced lie. He loves it.
“Please,” he says softly. It usually takes more before he breaks when Soobin does this, but he’s not at his best.
“Take care of it yourself if you’re so desperate.” It’s not derogatory, quite, but it’s close. Beomgyu’s pussy absolutely throbs. Beomgyu begins to hump him with more intent. The tipping point between teasing and real desperation has passed. He bites Soobin’s shoulder, frustrated. It’s not enough, there’s not enough contact, not enough skin. This position sucks, and Beomgyu’s need is getting bigger, and bigger. He’s whimpering, surely begging as well.
“Stop,” Soobin orders. “You’re making this impossible.”
How on earth is he still playing his video game? What the fuck?
“Tell you what. If you’re really good and still until I’m done with this, I’ll take it out.”
“Really? Really, really?”
“Yes. You think you can hold on?” Doubt laces his voice. Affront burns through Beomgyu. He’s not sure he can but he’ll be damned if he lets Soobin win even a fake argument. If he doesn’t, what with the way Soobin’s held out, he’s irrationally worried he’ll end the night with his toys after all, unable to wait. Sometimes Soobin leaves Beomgyu on edge for hours, and mostly Beomgyu likes it, the delicious edge of being told when and where he gets to come. But this isn’t like those times. Those are never post-heat. If Soobin holds out, Beomgyu’s pretty sure he’ll cry. And beg--for real beg.
Instead he nods, trembling, holding as still as possible. He’s buried his face in Soobin’s shoulder, unable to seek comfort from his scent when so keyed up.
Long minutes pass before Soobin sets down the controller. His hands slide up Beomgyu’s spine.
“Take off your pants,” he orders. It’s awkward, doing so while trying to stay in contact with Soobin, but Beomgyu complies instantly. He’s obscenely wet, so impatient he doesn’t even get them fully off, one pant leg tangled around his left ankle.
“Take me out,” Soobin says next. He’s not loud, he’s never loud when he tells Beomgyu what to do. He’s firm and confident and there’s no arguing with him, not when Beomgyu is in this headspace. They don’t always play like this, but once they’re in it, they’re in it. Despite his shaking fingers, he manages to free Soobin’s cock from his pants. Beomgyu swipes his fingers through the pre-come on it, sucking it off his fingers greedily. Soobin exhales, a soft gasp Beomgyu drinks up.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks. He doesn’t move, just holds Soobin’s dick in his hand.
“Of course,” Soobin says. He never denies Beomgyu kisses, knows that Beomgyu needs some kind of affection after being treated coldly. “You can move,” he adds.
Beomgyu sweeps in for a kiss first, drinking sweet almost-whimpers from Soobin’s mouth. He bites his way out of the kiss before shuffling forward on his lap, all the way until he can make contact. Soobin’s cock slides easily against his pussy. There’s no finesse to his movements, just a shaking slide of his cock between his labia, up against his clit, and then back down. They’ve never gone farther than this. Rarely they’ve done oral, but never any penetration. At first it was just the newness, both of them clumsy virgins with no outlet for their hunger. Then it was the erotic game, the way it felt almost forbidden, sloppy and obscene.
Recently Beomgyu’s wanted more. Wanted to scratch the itch of curiosity, what it would feel like to have Soobin inside him. He’s no stranger to penetration--after all, he does it to himself all the time with his toys. But a toy isn’t a person, flesh and blood and responsive. And he certainly doesn’t own a toy that holds a candle to Soobin’s cock.
For now, though, this is almost just enough. If only his hips weren’t starting to feel the strain. He tries to power through, but eventually, Beomgyu can’t ignore them in favor of an impending orgasm.
“Soobin, can we--I can’t--” he bats at Soobin’s shoulders, wound up enough that speech is hard.
Soobin takes hold of his ass, then under his thighs, scooping him up clumsily. He can carry Beomgyu’s weight easily, but it’s not easy to lift 181 centimeters of desperate omega. Beomgyu bites his shoulder, hard, to keep himself quiet as Soobin carries him to his room.
“Can’t believe you were humping me in the living room, you slut,” Soobin whispers, laughter lilting through the words. Beomgyu stifles a laugh. Now that he’s gotten what he wants, that they’ve gotten this far, that tension of the game has eased. Now it’s just them, best friends who care for each other a little too much, who have great sex to blow off steam. Who are awkward and chaotic and quite often, stupid horny. They take some risks, but fucking in the living room is a new low--or high--for them. Yeonjun or Taehyun would have given them the scolding of a lifetime if they’d been caught. They’ve left a cloud of sex scent in there, but hopefully it’ll dissipate by morning. If none of the other members take a kitchen detour overnight, they should be good. No one cares who fucks who, but there are some spaces that are sacred, and the living room is one of the few.
“Strip, please,” Beomgyu says. He bounces against the mattress when Soobin drops him. The game might be over, but the instinct to defer to his alpha--no, an alpha, Beomgyu corrects himself--lingers.
“You too, then,” Soobin says, making quick work of his own pants. Beomgyu shimmies out of his shirt, allowing Soobin to yank his pants off of the one leg they’d been clinging to. Beomgyu had done the bare minimum to get them off earlier, which he’s thankful for now. At least they haven’t been left at the scene of the crime.
He’s barely done before Soobin catches him behind the knees, yanking him to the edge of the bed. He yelps, taking no pains to be quiet. Soobin’s reminder to shut up is lost to a moan when Soobin spreads his legs, taking in every bit of him. Beomgyu can only imagine how he must look, sopping wet, clenching down on nothing. His eyes shut tight when Soobin ghosts the pad of his thumb over his clit.
“Bin-ah, please,” he breathes, hips kicking up, chasing the touch. Soobin swipes a hand over his pussy carelessly, wiping some of that wetness off so that his cock can catch against the skin a little, creating more delicious friction. Still wet enough for an easy slide, but not so wet he doesn’t feel every inch of throbbing hot skin. Soobin slides between his labia, playing the head of his cock against Beomgyu’s clit for long minutes. Beomgyu’s moaning nearly non-stop, hands clutching the edge of the mattress hard enough to hurt. Everything is so delicious-good he could care less about his aching fingers. His hips are rocking, seeking more and more, warmth pooling in his pelvis. He’s uncoordinated, and so is Soobin. Neither of them mean for it to happen, for the head of his cock to catch the edge of Beongyu’s hole, and they both freeze momentarily. He doesn’t slide in, not more than a tiny bit, but Beomgyu’s desperate gasp is so, so telling. Soobin spreads him even more, then uses his hand to circle the tip just inside his entrance. Beomgyu’s always been so sensitive there when turned on.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Beomgyu manages. Soobin bites back a groan, daring for just a bit more, teasing the tip of his cock in. It can’t be more than a few centimeters, but even the suggestion of it, that hint of what he’s wanted more and more desperately, that sends Beomgyu hurdling over the edge, slamming into an orgasm that rattles through his whole body. His stomach muscles ache in the aftermath with how hard he clenches down.
“Wow,” Soobin breathes, watching Beomgyu’s pussy clench and throb.
“Oh, oh my god, please,” Beomgyu says, coming down from the pleasure of it. He’s still aching, body primed for more.
“Please what?” Soobin asks. All traces of teasing are gone. His fingers are careful but confident, gently massaging the insides of his thighs.
“I just, I really need you inside, Soobin.”
“Beomgyu,” Soobin says. “This isn’t-- it’s not like some sort of post-heat haze?”
“No,” Beomgyu says, resisting the urge to poke Soobin with his toes. Hard. “Well, yes, but not like what you mean. I’m totally here, I promise. I’m just really horny. We just played the hottest game of ‘just the tip’ anyone has ever played in the history of time. I’m legitimately going to die if you don’t fuck me now.”
Soobin is quiet.
Beomgyu pulls himself away with reticence, scooting back and gesturing for Soobin. They’ve left a wet patch on the sheets at the edge of the bed. Beomgyu would like to blame it on Soobin, but he hasn’t even come yet. Where Beomgyu might normally be slightly embarrassed by his body's response to Soobin, he’s nothing if not proud right now. He pulls Soobin onto him, between his thighs. Kisses him softly, then with increasing heat, coaxing Soobin to match the intensity of his desire. His pussy throbs, wanton and needy.
“Can we do it, please?” Beomgyu asks, soft and purposefully sincere. “I promise, this really is just me wanting to do this with you.”
“You sure?”
“It’s just another thing, right? We’ve had so much sex, does it really matter?”
“I guess not,” Soobin says. He’s aiming for nonchalant but biting his lip.
“Bin-ah, you know virginity is just a construct, right? I’ve fucked myself so many times, what does it matter?”
“I don’t want to hurt you, is all,” Soobin blurts. Beomgyu’s heart does something complicated in his chest.
“Even if you could, it wouldn’t last. I want to feel it, please. I want to feel you deep inside me.” Beomgyu catches Soobin’s hand, draws it between his legs. “Feel that? How wet I am for you still?”
“You just came,” Soobin says, tilting an eyebrow.
“Yeah, but this--oh,” Beomgyu has to close his eyes, little shocks of pleasure zipping through him when he guides one of Soobin’s fingers inside him. They’re not prudes, and they’ve honestly had a lot of other kinds of sex. He’s certainly never felt deprived in their sex life. Soobin’s been so good about giving Beomgyu what he wants, even if what he wants is to whine and beg, to be teased and even mildly degraded. When he’s in the mood it makes the high higher, makes Soobin’s sweetness and aftercare afterwards even more satisfying.
What Beomgyu wants right now is to be so stuffed full with Soobin’s cock he can’t breathe, much less think.
“Okay,” Soobin says, breathless but certain. He pulls his finger out, sitting back between Beomgyu’s thighs. He’s barely begun to complain when Soobin pulls his shirt off. Much better. “Spread your legs.”
Beomgyu does without hesitation. Soobin’s touch is confident; he spreads his labia, stares at Beomgyu’s pussy in a way that makes him preen. Soobin’s thumb brushes over his clit, a tease of a touch, only enough to wind him up but not get anywhere.
“Should I get you off again, first?” Soobin asks. He’s slipped his thumb in, just a bit, rubbing the inner walls of his hole in a way that makes Beomgyu’s whole body clench.
“No, no,” Beomgyu doesn’t want to keep the desperate desire from his voice. “Bin, no, now please.”
“Let me--” Soobin starts, then swallows. “Should I finger you slowly? Like, build you up?”
“I don’t think I need that,” Beomgyu says honestly. “I’ve never needed to when I do it.”
“Uh, not to be conceited, but I think I’m a bit bigger than your fingers. Unless you’re stuffing your whole hand up there.”
Beomgyu’s laughter catches him off guard. “I promise it’s fine. If it hurts too much, I’ll tell you to stop. Trust me.“ The finality in his tone must sink in, finally. Soobin, taking his word for it, slips his fingers in automatically. Beomgyu has no idea how many, just that he’s suddenly full, full, full, deliciously stretched to a near limit. Soobin’s fingers feel huge and long and absolutely perfect. He won’t get off from them alone, but he knows from fingering himself that having something inside increases the intensity and pleasure of orgasm. He can’t imagine how it’ll feel to have Soobin’s cock in him. He wants it so badly his stomach aches.
“You sound amazing,” Soobin says, whisper almost lost under Beomgyu’s involuntary moans.
“Bin-ah,” Beomgyu says, trying to calm his unsteady voice. “Really, please?”
“Okay,” Soobin says. He pulls his fingers out slowly. “How do you want it?”
“Like this?” Beomgyu says. Funny, how his heart has kicked up a notch suddenly. No matter how much he tells himself it isn’t a big deal, his body knows it is. After all, every milestone they’ve reached with intimacy, every new thing they’ve done has felt monumental in the moment. They both try to play it off, always have. They don’t talk about any of the bigger feelings; their lives and careers are too precarious for that. “I want to see you.”
“Okay,” Soobin says. He settles himself on top of Beomgyu, held up by one arm. His free hand cups Beomgyu’s cheek, only a little awkward from the position. The kiss they share is deep, searching. “Tell me,” he says. Beomgyu nods. Soobin reaches down, taking his cock in hand. He teases Beomgyu’s vulva again. It’s more clumsy than before, but they’re both nervous, and Soobin can’t really see what he’s doing. Beomgyu has a death grip on his shoulders, desperate to keep him close.
And then it’s happening, Soobin slowly, slowly pushing in. His cock feels huge, bigger than anything Beomgyu’s ever put in his pussy. It does hurt, but deliciously. Soobin pauses when Beomgyu whimpers.
“No, no, don’t stop, oh, fuck it’s so good.”
Soobin listens. He always listens to what Beomgyu really wants, always respects Beomgyu’s knowledge of his own body.
It goes on and on, Beomgyu in awe of just how long, how deep Soobin gets. He doesn’t have any sense of how loud he’s being until Soobin bites his way into a kiss, swallowing his moans. Beomgyu’s eyes are closed, his whole self focused on how it feels. Logically he knows there aren’t a lot of nerves in his vagina, that’s not how it works. But it’s all so much together, his arousal, the slide of Soobins cock against his vulva, stimulating all of the delicious nerves at his entrance, is so, so good.
He’s lost to it for long moments, Soobin’s faint moans just one more sensation washing through him. When he opens his eyes there’s Soobin, so, so close. Beomgyu uncurls his fingers--he’s surely left crescent marks from his nails in Soobin’s skin--and touches his cheek. Soobin opens his eyes, begins rocking into him more steadily, the gentle pulsing thrusts gaining confidence. Soobins’ gorgeous eyes are fully trained on Beomgyu’s face. Beomgyu’s never felt this when they’ve fucked, even the first time when Soobin got him off simply rubbing his thumb against him through his underwear. Sex with Soobin has always been fun, exploratory, naughty; intimate and lewd, but not like this, with feelings swelling up so hard and strong in his chest.
“Kiss me,” Beomgyu demands. Soobin does. “Harder,” Beomgyu breathes against his lips, and bless him, Soobin does, thrusting with increased confidence and force. The sounds they make, vulgar and delicious, are as sensual as anything else. Soobin gives himself over to Beomgyu in a way he never does. Pleasure is winding, and winding up inside him, his whole body responding to each long thrust. Soobin increases the pace when Beomgyu asks. He’s close, so close, unable to get just over the edge, when Soobin finally speaks.
“Touch yourself, please,” he begs. “I need both hands, I’ll fall over if I try.”
Beomgyu laughs: they’ve not worked out all of the logistics just yet, but they will in time. Now that he’s had this, he’s not giving it up.
“Go long and slow,” Beomgyu orders, breathless and right on the edge. He waits until Soobin does it, then runs his fingers between the lips of his labia, feeling where Soobin’s cock is sliding in and out of him; it’s so filthy and erotic Beomgyu is wracked with pleasure. It only takes a few touches, thumb circling his clit before he’s coming. Pleasure builds deep, deep inside and he’s begging Soobin to keep going, to go harder, too loud, so loud, unable to modulate his voice, to keep the broken moans in. It hurts, how hard he clenches down.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Beomgyu begs, even when it’s over because it’s not, he’s somehow still on edge, another orgasm elusive and just out of touch. Soobin tries his best, and Beomgyu can tell he’s barely holding on.
“You’re so beautiful like this, oh fuck, but baby…” Soobin says, voice cracking around the words. Beomgyu rubs his clit just a bit harder, circling his thumb around and around it, and when Soobin comes the pulse of his orgasm, the rhythmic throbbing takes Beomgyu right back to the edge. It hurts but doesn’t, and his orgasm is somehow huge but not, long and slow and his whole body’s gone hot and floaty. He can’t breathe, can’t see; it doesn’t occur to him for long minutes that this is because Soobin’s collapsed onto him, boneless, and his eyes are screwed just against the pleasure of it all.
“Holy…” Beomgyu whispers, squashed up against Soobin’s skin. Soobin’s kissing his scent gland, licking up the deep, rich scent of a good fucking. Beomgyu shivers. He’s trying to pull himself together, to calm his racing heart. His body isn’t fully his own, still. Soobin’s softening but still buried in him. Everything is slippery and hot and shivery-good, too much but not. Faintly, Beomgyu knows he needs to collect himself. They haven’t been playing, they dropped that the minute they left the living room, and yet Beomgyu’s mind and body have slid into that floating headspace.
“Beommie,” Soobin says. He pulls out despite Beomgyu’s whimpers. His long fingers cup his face, taking in his unfocused eyes, slack lips. Beomgyu can’t respond; he’s grown colder. Inexplicably he fights unbidden tears. “Baby,” Soobin croons, kissing his cheeks softly. His lips so, so gently. Beomgyu goes with him, body malleable, when Soobin lays next to him. He struggles for a bit, getting the sheets out from under them, but soon enough they’re bundled under the covers. Beomgyu closes his eyes again, allowing himself to take in the way Soobin touches him, sure palms running along his shoulders and back and belly, grounding him deep into his body.
“Bin-ah,” he whispers, clearing his voice yet failing to steady it. “I love you, you know?”
Soobin smiles, eyes dear and bright. Beomgyu won’t explain, doesn’t have the words, the too-large and overwhelming sense of rightness. It’s not quite romantic but definitely not platonic. It’s beyond language he has. But its honest. It’s true. He doesn’t need them back to know Soobin feels it too. Instead, he pokes Soobin’s belly, working for that laughter that crinkles his eyes and nose. They tussle until Soobin wins the upper hand, pinning Beomgyu to the bed. He’s much too worn for desire to rekindle but his mind, oh his mind is still there, reading to relive every second from the moment Soobin slid into him.
“We’re doing that again, right?” Soobin asks. They have always been of one mind.
“Not right now you pervert!” Beomgyu bites Soobin’s forearm where he’s holding Beomgyu’s hand to the bed.
“You’re the one who came three times in an hour, I’m just the willing cock on legs,” Soobin says, yelping when Beomgyu bites him harder.
“Okay, well, cock-on-legs,” Beomgyu demands through laughter, “I demand a snack. And water.”
Soobin frowns at him and growls even as he gets up and off of him. Despite his faux-irritation, he takes the time to tuck Beomgyu in carefully, kissing his forehead gently.
“So needy,” he says.
Beomgyu smiles. “Always.”