“Nervous?” Jongdae asked, a hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth as he unlocked his door with the keycard. Junmyeon tried not to inhale too deeply, already feeling in over his head, even without the added scent of Jongdae’s alphaness.

“Not in the slightest,” was his response, not willing to back down, not even here. He might have been an omega, something that he hid from mostly everyone, but he wasn’t a wimp. “Are you? It’s taking you an awfully long time to unlock your own door.”

Jongdae finished unlocking the door and opened it with a sardonic flourish. Junmyeon walked through with a nod, but didn’t get very far, barely removing his shoes, before Jongdae was pinning him to the wall with a strength that made Junmyeon’s knees go weak. He was already so slick, he could smell his own arousal, something that Jongdae probably couldn’t miss if he tried.

“You know you destroyed my company,” Junmyeon said, although he couldn’t find it in himself to be upset about it in the least. Jongdae pressed harder against Junmyeon, emphasising the small height advantage he had over him.

“Oops,” Jongdae laughed, his dark eyes making Junmyeon’s entire body turn white hot.

“Undermined me in front of the press.”

“You insulted me,” Jongdae returned, although his voice was going huskier by the moment. Jongdae usually kept his scent under wraps, locked away under control – but not now. Now it was out in full force, and the omega in Junmyeon was nearly itching to roll over, bare his throat, submit.

“I merely pointed out a few things I thought you could improve on,” Junmyeon said, his hands twitching, wanting to grab on and tug down and do anything but stay limp at his sides. “Everyone needs a little self improvement now and then.”

“Everyone?” Jongdae’s mouth was so close to Junmyeon’s, he could feel the heat of his words splashing over Junmyeon’s skin. Junmyeon can’t stop the moan that slips from him, his mouth opening a bit, his eyes feeling heavy with arousal. His cock was nearly throbbing in his pants, threatening to explode before Jongdae even touched him.

He didn’t care that Jongdae was rather insufferable at times. He could only think of how hot he felt, how his body was humming with need, how Jongdae of all people had made him want to actually succumb to his instincts, how Jongdae was the one he needed to hold him down when he felt the need to fly into a thousand pieces.

With a small surge, Junmyeon pressed into Jongdae, sealing his mouth onto his. Jongdae, to his credit, instantly responded, pressing Junmyeon back against the wall, sliding a thigh up between Junmyeon’s. Junmyeon’s willpower lasted all of about three seconds before he was keening into the kiss, licking into Jongdae’s mouth as he ground down against that thigh, chasing any and all the pleasure he was going to give him.

All too soon, Jongdae was pulling back, growling. “I’m not going to fuck you in the hallway,” he grunts, tugging Junmyeon along with him.

“You mean, you won’t be with me hallways?” Junmyeon quipped, unable to help himself as Jongdae pulled him down towards the darkly lit bedroom.

Jongdae groaned, stopping short and pulling Junmyeon tight against him. “You make any more puns tonight, and I’m going to gag you,” he threatened lowly, and Junmyeon felt a hot flash of arousal snake through him again at the suggestion, sending a fresh flood of slick out to dampen his shorts. Jongdae obviously didn’t miss the sudden spike in his scent, judging by the way his eyes darkened and nostrils flared, but he said nothing, his slow-growing wicked smile speaking volumes.

“Poor hyung,” Jongdae said in a soft singsong voice as he slowly undoes Junmyeon’s tie. “Always hiding behind his title, his jokes, his name.”

“Not hiding,” Junmyeon gasped, even as Jongdae’s mouth made its way to the skin on his neck. He arched away, letting Jongdae’s mouth mark him up, eyes going hazy. “Just not wanting to be a doll, set up in a box.”

Jongdae chuckles lowly, his breath huffing hot and damp over Junmyeon’s already slightly sweaty skin. “As if anyone could contain you.”

Shirts and jackets were the first to go, tossed off to the side, forgotten. Junmyeon slid his hands up Jongdae’s hard chest, over his shoulders, wanting to imprint on every part of him.

There was a brief moment of alarm when Jongdae’s hands slipped down to Junmyeon’s pants. He was so, so wet, and this was the point where Junmyeon either bowed out, or turned it on the other person.

But now he was here, pressing his leg against Jongdae’s cock, and all he could think about was getting it inside him.

“Fuck,” he swore, dragging his fingers down the back of Jondae’s neck, pulling himself up against him.

“That’s my line,” Jondgae returned, dropping Junmyeon’s pants so he could step out of them. His fingers slip down to his ass, making Junmyeon gasp and arch hard, eyelids fluttering. “You’re so wet,” Jongdae murmured in his ear. “Is this for me?”

“I’m not going to answer that,” Junmyeon responded on another gasp, trying not to grind back into him, not trying to imagine Jongdae’s fingers inside him, opening him up, turning him inside out like he had imagined so many times. “I don’t want your head any bigger.”

Jongdae smirked, grinding his hips against Junmyeon’s almost roughly, until Junmyeon eventually just caved, groaning, and pushed Jongdae away from him, back towards the bed.

Jongdae laughed, lying down on his back, his cock a tenting arch in his pants that made Junmyeon’s mouth simply water, and held his arms out to Junmyeon, encouraging him to join him. Junmyeon sighed, going to him and climbing up beside him.

“You always top, right?” Jongdae teased, rubbing his palm up Junmyeon’s cock, making his eyes cross even through the fabric of his shorts.

Junmyeon huffed, and knelt up, pulling down his shorts, tossing them off. “Absolutely,” he replied airily, then goes to work on Jongdae’s belt. Jongdae doesn’t seem to mind, running his fingers through Junmyeon’s hair. His throat feels dry as he brushes his fingers over the fly of Jongdae’s pants, the lump of his cock pressing hard against the fabric, the smell of him almost overwhelming now that he was here. A million thoughts cascaded through his mind – Jongdae pressing him into the mattress and slamming away until he knotted inside and Junmyeon’s was simply a mess, Jongdae standing above him, cock halfway down Junmyeon’s throat, Jongdae turning him inside out in only the way an alpha could.

Junmyeon shivered, slick leaking down his thighs, trying to shove the thoughts away from him. It was precisely why he resented being an omega. He didn’t want to appear weak in front of Jongdae, he didn’t want him to think less of him.

“Hyung,” Jongdae said, interrupting his thoughts. Junmyeon’s head popped up to look at him, and Jongdae’s fingers grasped his chin, strong and sure, and tugged him forward. Junmyeon went easily, rocking up against him, tilting his head as Jongdae pressed his mouth against his in a soft kiss. The tension bled from Junmyeon’s shoulders immediately, and he softened against him, his hand coming up to cup Jongdae’s cheek as the kiss deepened. He knew exactly how to nip, how to tease, how to advance but then retreat and force Junmyeon to chase him until he was keening against him eagerly, trying to scramble further up his body.

“Like this,” Jongdae said, his hands moving to Junmyeon’s hips and urging him on top of him before kissing him again, turning Junmyeon’s brain into mush.

Junmyeon straddled him, biting his lip eagerly, feeling both entirely too overwhelmed and yet strangely, not totally helpless. He slid his fingers down Jongdae’s chest, wondering if Jongdae had planned it like this, but then decided he didn’t care.

“Jongdae…” he whispered against his mouth.

“I have you,” Jongdae murmured back, fingers strong and hard on Junmyeon’s hips. “Let go.”

So Junmyeon did, letting his ass drop back against Jisook’s cock, feeling hot and wet and needy in a way he had never been before. He reached back, Jongdae’s cock huge in his hand, and rubbed the head over his hole, already so open and wanting, feeling the flush of his arousal heat down his neck into his chest.

“That’s it,” Jongdae encouraged in a hiss, his fingers digging bruises into Junmyeon’s hips, making Junmyeon’s spine flare with heat at the markings. “My good Junmyeon-hyung.”

The encouragement soothed a central part of Junmyeon’s being, and he threw back his head as he sunk down on his cock, pressing himself open onto Jongdae’s cock, his toes curling. Sweat rolled down Junmyeon’s forehead as he rocked back, bottomed out, feeling Jongdae’s cock in his goddamn throat, filling him up in way that satisfied him in his bones. This was what he had been missing. This was what every omega talked about when they were with an alpha. This was it.

He didn’t even get a second to catch his breath before Jongdae was moving, grinding up into him in a way that made his entire synaptic centre misfire with pleasure, white heat sparkling along his skin.

“J-Jongdae…” he called, his hands splaying on his chest for balance as he instinctively matched his rhythm, fucking himself onto Jongdae’s cock again and again, feeling how full he was, how complete he felt.

Jongdae didn’t answer, and simply pulled Junmyeon’s face down to his to kiss, letting Junmyeon set the breakneck pace, whimpering against his lips as he fucked him hard and fast and wet and sloppy, the sound of his slick flesh hitting against Jongdae’s thighs, his cock smacking against his belly.

“Look at you hyung,” Jongdae rasped, pulling Junmyeon’s head away from his with a fist in his hair, making Junmyeon whimper and his cock leak. “Look how beautiful you are.”

Junmyeon didn’t feel beautiful, not really, not when he was such a mess like this, but the pure sincerity in Jongdae’s dark gaze just made him want to do more, make him feel good, use him up.

Heat was already building in his spine, rolling there, coiling tight. “I’m going to come,” he gasped, wanting to warn Jongdae.

Jongdae pressed his mouth against Junmyeon’s neck, kissing, sucking a dark mark into his skin, the flare of heat making Junmyeon moan. “Do it, hyung,” he encouraged, his hips working up into him. “Come all over me. Make me yours.”

With a soft sob, Junmyeon came hard, his entire vision going white with the force of it, splattering his spunk all up Jongdae’s abdomen, spilling slick over his thighs. He arched, his back like a bow, limbs shaking as he burned up from the inside.

The feeling only increased as he heard Jongdae swear and then he was being filled up with hot, thick come, up up up, until he felt it leak out from around Jongdae’s cock. He collapsed against Jongdae’s chest, breathing hard, hands curling against his chest.

Jongdae wrapped his arms around him, humming much like a contented cat. “What a good.”

Junmyeon just nodded, smiling, snuggling tighter into Jongdae’s neck. He felt good, sleepy, contented. Saited.

“Does this mean I get a raise?” Jongdae continues, a hint of a smirk turning up his mouth.

Junmyeon couldn’t help himself. “You can definitely get one kind of raise.”

Jongdae just groaned, then laughed and kissed Junmyeon happily.