Jaemin remained on his knees for a long, breathless moment, the aftershocks of Do-hyun's climax shuddering through the alpha's body and echoing through his own. As the raw, overpowering scent of cedar saturated the air, a cloud of musky heat and relief that filled his lungs and clung to his skin, Jaemin was flooded with a victorious sense of belonging, breathless, triumphant, and utterly devoted.
As Do-hyun trembled from the onslaught of lingering sensation brought by his release, Jaemin continued to suck gently until one of the alpha's knees buckled from the exquisite overstimulation. Then, with soft reluctance, he carefully released the slick length, sitting back on his heels and bringing the back of his hand to his face to wipe his mouth.
Do-hyun slumped heavily against the door as he caught his breath, eyes shut tight as he struggled to ground himself after the intensity of his orgasm. Then he reached out, his hands finding Jaemin's face and cradling it gently, his thumbs tracing the tear tracks that had run from the corners of the lovely amber eyes from the strain. His own eyes were dark, glazed over, and filled with a ferocious adoration.
"Come here," he mumbled thickly.
Hand still covering his mouth, Jaemin immediately obeyed, leaning toward him with no thought or shame given to being covered in the alpha's release and pheromones. He didn't know what Do-hyun wanted from him, but was surprised when the other man gently tugged his wrist away from his face before holding his own hand out in front of Jaemin.
"Spit it out."
Jaemin stopped and stared down at his palm, hesitating. "But," he whispered hoarsely, "I already swallowed it." He looked up at Do-hyun uncertainly. "Should I not have?"
Do-hyun's expression shifted instantly from concern to utter shock. A beat passed before his eyes, dark and possessing, fixed on the omega's mouth.
The notion that Jaemin had so willingly, instinctively claimed him, swallowed his release without question, was a dizzying, unprecedented act of intimacy.
With a sound that was half growl and half laugh, Do-hyun swept his fingers through the soft brown curls and surged forward, claiming Jaemin's mouth with a ferocity that stole the breath from his lungs. The kiss was messy and passionate, a desperate, greedy attempt to taste himself on the omega's lips as much as it was an apology for the intensity of his climax.
"Impossible," he muttered in the gaps between kisses, his voice thick with possessive awe. "You're impossible, Jaemin. Impossible and mine."
He felt a sudden, blinding need to make the mouth that had just made him come undone so exquisitely, moan and cry out his name. Abruptly, he broke apart, only to hook his arms under Jaemin's knees, lifting him so that the omega's legs instinctively wrapped tightly around his hips as he cradled him flush against his chest.
Jaemin yelped, throwing his arms around Do-hyun's neck and clinging to his shoulders to steady himself. As the alpha carried him step by step up to the second floor, Jaemin dipped his head down for another kiss, one that he refused to break until Do-hyun deposited him on a vast, white bed, his eyes blazing with intent.
None too gently, the alpha stripped away all their damp, spent clothing except for his pants, but paused above Jaemin, his eyes roaming over every inch of the slender body beneath him with a private, focused intensity that made the omega's breath catch.
When the silence stretched on, Jaemin shifted shyly. "What?" he asked softly.
At the question, the burning gaze rose to meet his. "Nothing," Do-hyun mumbled. "I just… This suddenly felt unreal."
The corners of Jaemin's mouth lifted as he reached for the other man. "Sorry to say, Kang Do-hyun-ssi," he murmured as he pulled him in, "you're very much going to have to take responsibility for this."
Do-hyun kissed him slowly and tenderly, then broke away to trail across Jaemin's cheek and nibble at his ear. "Take responsibility for what?" he whispered darkly. "I barely had time to take off my shoes before you took me apart. I haven't even done anything yet."
Jaemin's responding laughter was abruptly cut off by a sharp, surprised intake of air as Do-hyun's hand swept between his legs, reaching for the omega's aching cock. As he stroked him, Jaemin's fingernails dug into the skin of Do-hyun's arm, and the alpha smirked.
"Ready? Your turn." The crooked smirk widened as he whispered warmly into Jaemin's ear, "I'll take all the responsibility if you give me all your cum."
Before Jaemin could make sense of the words, Do-hyun scooted down the bed, large hands sliding beneath the omega's thighs and lifting them to rest over each of his broad shoulders before lowering his head. Jaemin's mind didn't have time to process what was happening before he was consumed whole; he could only moan loudly, a shocked cry of sheer and sudden pleasure.
The alpha's attention was a scorching wave of devotion, soothing and stoking the desire and need that had begun to coil in Jaemin's core and had him bucking desperately against the other man's mouth, his fingers instinctively tangling in Do-hyun's dark hair in a silent plea for more pressure. Tension and heat pooled between his legs, quickly turning his skin slick, a natural, immediate response to the alpha's devotion. But even as his head tossed back and forth on the soft pillows, there was the nagging feeling at the back of his mind that something was missing.
As if sensing his thoughts, Do-hyun moved. Without breaking rhythm, he slid his hand up Jaemin's inner thigh and pressed his fingertips firmly against his entrance, giving a low growl that resonated through the omega's length. As Jaemin arched aching towards his touch, the alpha's fingers flexed, applying a subtle but undeniable pressure, a palpable moment of choice hanging in the air as he wordlessly asked for access.
Jaemin instantly understood the request: not a command but a question, a final offering of control. With a sharp, desperate cry, he jerked downward, driving Do-hyun's fingers into himself and meeting his palm in a single decisive motion. The sudden, welcomed invasion pulled a moan from them both even as Jaemin's body tightened, his toes curling on Do-hyun's back.
The fingers were skilled, smoothly seeking out the perfect spot that had Jaemin arching into the sensation, so mindless with pleasure that he didn't even register when Do-hyun's mouth pulled away from his cock.
"You're so fucking wet, Jaemin," Do-hyun groaned against the omega's inner thighs, his voice husky with desire. "Can you hear how wet you are?"
His fingers thrust in deep and quick, an unyielding assault that made a squelching sound and had Jaemin crying out, a sound of pure shock and exquisite pleasure as his body curved violently off the bed, his dark amber eyes rolling back in his head.
"More," he begged. "Please, harder—nghh, more!"
A corner of his mouth crooking briefly upward before his head dipped downward again, Do-hyun focused his attention with punishing precision, his fingers ramming in faster, harder, even as his mouth hungrily reclaimed Jaemin's weeping cock.
Jaemin's breaths were thin, broken gasps, his reality dissolving into a blinding flash of sensation. His fingers somehow managed to weave themselves into Do-hyun's thick, dark hair, and clung on tightly; his hips bucked up, instinctively seeking friction. Coherence was a distant memory, but he couldn't stop the helpless torrent of whimpers and pleas escaping him.
He didn't even have time to give warning before his orgasm thundered through him, making him twist and writhe against the sheets as he cried out a meaningless string of sounds. Amid the haze and mess of his pleasure, he sensed himself calling out wordlessly for his alpha, and felt Do-hyun's answering growl resonate deep throughout his entire being.
Drinking in the flood of his essence, Do-hyun barely waited for Jaemin's climax to wane before he was surging up between the slender legs and over the lithe body to take his lips in a greedy, open-mouthed kiss, eager to share the taste of their mutual pleasure. Still panting from his orgasm, Jaemin weakly struggled to return the affection, overwhelmed by the unbridled hunger in the kiss.
Do-hyun released him only to shuck off his pants, kicking them impatiently off the bed. Then he rose to his knees above Jaemin, a small tremor running through his powerful frame as he stroked himself to fullness again. He looked down at Jaemin, fingers tracing a light path down the white body. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and breathlessly low.
"Can I have you? I need to be inside you."