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slipping away from the palace to meet jimin comes relatively easy to taehyung now. 

he still remembers how terribly anxious he’d been the first few times he did it, overthinking things to the point of giving himself a nauseous stress-induced headache: if the sturdy rope he had... borrowed from the stables would somehow snap under his weight and send him on his way to a nasty, nasty fall on the roof. if he’d slip on the tiles and fall (he would, at worst, break some bones, but it still would be pretty hard to explain how he had ended up there when the guards on patrol found him). 

if maybe his personal guard, stationed just outside his door, would decide to check on him that night, out of all of the nights they could have chosen to do so, only to find him gone and that they cannot trace him by scent, because taehyung always took care to slather himself in scent blocking oils before making his way downtown. 

in his worst anxiety-filled thoughts, taehyung somehow managed to leave a trail behind him despite it all, one that would eventually lead the royal guards right to jimin’s doorstep. 

taehyung shakes his head. he still worries, doesn’t think it would do him well to get cocky and careless, but it’s not as bad as it used to be. 

now muscle memory guides him through the worst of it: lowering himself down the window with the rope, then crawling carefully along the roof until he reaches the massive willow tree that grows next to the palace’s chapel and climbing down it until he can safely lower himself to the floor. 

there, he’s quick to cut across the gardens, heartbeat pounding all the way up in his mouth as he clutches his bag tightly to himself and hopes and prays that this is not the day that he, somehow, miscalculates the shift change of the patrolling guards. even one minute off could screw him up royally (hah).

no patrol guard jumps him in the dark, much to taehyung’s relief, and he’s able to heave his bag and then get himself up the east palace wall without any trouble. 

taehyung keeps to the edge of the main roads on his way to the village, head bowed and hood down, trying his very best to look like a worn-out traveler seeking a warm bed to rest their weary head for the night. his heart beats just a little faster whenever he registers the sound of hooves, but he tells himself that even if he were to be stopped by a guard - with the brown, unassuming robe he’s got on, he looks the furthest thing from royalty. 

rough, well-traveled dirt gives way to cobblestone and taehyung’s heartbeat quickens for a different reason now. under the moonlight, the town is alive. even at such a late hour, street vendors seem busy serving customers. people gather on the main street of the night market, where the flashiest stalls are, talking and laughing as taehyung passes them by. 

he leaves it all behind, all the noble ladies walking with their arms intertwined and the off-duty royal guards sitting outside a bar and clinking their glasses together to slip into the twisty streets that snake their way through the older parts of town where the commoners live. here, the houses are a lot closer together and taehyung’s feet kick up dust as he makes his way through its uneven walkways made of dirt. 

the tension in his shoulders slowly ebbs away as he gets deeper into the commoners’ district, home to mostly omegas and impoverished alphas and betas. the risk of him getting caught here is next to none: no court member or noble would be caught dead among these streets, filled with the relentless sound of farm animals and women and men working well into the night because their families’ survival depends on it, unless they have an extremely good reason for it. 

when the tavern comes into view, taehyung has to restrain himself from breaking into a sprint and throwing himself at the door. instead, he hops up the steps and gently pushes it open with all the princely grace and restraint that has been ingrained in him since he was a child, and not with the eagerness of an excited omega about to meet their alpha who knows they’re about to get well fucked.

for a thursday evening, “jin’s moon” appears to be nearly full to the brim on both its floors. people gather around circular tables of polished wood, drinks in hand or placed in front of them as they gesture animatedly with their hands. occasionally, a shriek of drunken laughter will rise above the incessant chattering floating about in the air. 

in the far corner to the left, there’s a rather heated game of cards going on. a group of royal pegasus riders and pirates crowd together behind two figures: one of them is the pirate’s captain, a rather handsome young omega named jeongguk. the other one is yoongi, with his light green cape embroidered in white, the one that marks him as captain of the royal pegasus guard, haphazardly thrown on the back of his chair. 

their spectators egg them on, shouting and shoving at each other whenever either of their captains makes a good move. taehyung lowers his hood and salutes yoongi on his way to the bar, who waves at him back like it’s an afterthought, too distracted by either the card game he’s immersed in or the silver of jeongguk’s chest the daring V-neck cut of his shirt leaves exposed.

a pirate and a knight. taehyung would have never thought such a thing was even possible until he started to frequent jin’s little tavern, which he’s learnt has become a safe haven for the most varied kinds of people, from miners and farmers to mercenaries and pirates, all the way through minor nobles with not enough wealth to be accepted by the upper spheres of society, and sometimes even guards and knights.

that’s the reason why he’s not worried about showing his face in this place. jin’s people keep to their business and, consequently, won’t breathe a word about seeing the crown prince among them. 

or the alpha he meets there. regularly. the one who distinctly doesn’t look anything like the alpha taehyung’s father promised him in marriage to, another prince from a neighboring kingdom who was adamant that taehyung must remain “pure” and “virginal” until marriage. he’s not that old - just a couple of years older than taehyung, yet judging him by his mindset it wouldn’t seem so. 

however taehyung knows for a fact his loving fiancé hasn’t been respecting that rule himself. 

“well, obviously,” jimin had said once as they basked in the afterglow of a good fuck, one arm holding taehyung close and the other hanging from the bed, cigarette in hand. “whatever bullshit purity standards ‘em royal alphas like to hold over omegas’ head never apply to themselves.”

taehyung didn’t think it was fair that he had to remain prim and proper, never ever look at another alpha in the eyes and play demure in front of them because that’s what a good omega who is already promised to an alpha should do.

but alphas in the court still want to look. they still want to touch. apparently, it doesn’t matter to them if taehyung already belongs to someone else, just like it never matters to the associates and ambassadors he meets in the meetings and balls his father forces him to attend. they just want to believe the lie, buy the fantasy taehyung sells them with coy looks and flirty touches, with a little bit of skin, the jewels around his neck sparkling when he bares his neck to them pretending it’s an accident: the image of the naughty omega who is doing something they know they shouldn’t be doing, but they can’t just resist it. 

all omegas are sluts, after all, deep down. they’ll do anything for a knot, any knot. but all omegas are obedient and will do anything for their alphas. they would never look at another alpha when they already have one. 

who’s keeping score at this point? if the rules of the game change depending on whatever argument benefits the alphas at any given time, how do they win?

now, taehyung has never believed for a single second that the king, his beloved father, does all of this because he has any interest in training taehyung for when he eventually, inevitably, takes the throne. it’s a way to showcase him as if he’s just another precious jewel straight from the crown’s coffers: the king expects him to bat his eyelashes and laugh at all the terrible jokes the advisors, the ambassadors or whoever it is that time so he can work things in his favor: resign that trade, get that one law passed, gain this or that political favor.

“omegas are supposed to be the easy ones,” taehyung says to his father often, much to his irritation. “but you show them a bit of thigh and they nearly break their fingers and their pens in their rush to sign whatever you want them to sign.”

they’re supposed to be the easy ones and accept alphas advances while somehow also not accepting them. taehyung is expected to sit in the dining room with his father and his fiancé as they talk politics and laws - leaving him out of it because his simple omega brain wouldn’t understand such complex matters anyway - and pretend his fiancé doesn’t smell of a bunch of other omegas.

taehyung’s eye twitches. he picks a piece of meat with his chopsticks. if he dared show himself in public smelling of even a single other alpha—

something in him snapped when he met jimin. jimin, who wanted him because of who he was, not because he was something taboo or the means to an end. taehyung was suddenly tired of playing by the rules, by their rules. 

now taehyung sits by the bar of a place considered by many to be a home to debauchery and the worst of the worst their society has to offer, sipping on a drink prepared by jin himself - fruity, the taste of alcohol more of an afterthought that anything else - watching. waiting .

jimin never makes him wait long. his nostrils flare when he catches his scent coming closer - red clover and cardamom, a rather unusual mix for an alpha: citrus-y, sweet yet spicy at the same time - but taehyung clenches his thighs tight and pretends like he’s as far from being affected as he can be. 

he continues to sip his drink, twirling the ends of his ponytail between the fingers of his free hand; watches aquamarine blue slip through his bare fingers and pretends like the blood in his veins isn’t reaching boiling point when he feels jimin’s sturdy chest press against his back.

“your highness,” jimin’s voice is a low purr in taehyung’s ear. “back for more?”

taehyung’s breath hitches when jimin wraps his arms around his waist, pulling him close. he tilts his head almost unconsciously when jimin leans down to nose under his jaw. he’s putty in jimin’s capable hands.

he gasps when jimin starts to rather aggressively rub his cheek against his scent glands, trying to replace the neutral smell of the blockers with his own. not for the first time, taehyung thinks: “it’s a shame I can’t go back to the palace smelling like him”.

taehyung loves how their scents mix together; the spiciness of jimin’s own progressively overpowering the sweetness the more turned on he gets, creating a heady combo when it tangles together with taehyung’s peppermint. 

“mhm, I- I, ah- shit, jimin,“ he trembles in jimin’s hold, feeling himself leak an embarrassing amount of slick when jimin sinks his teeth into the sensitive skin of his neck. “ ‘s been a while, need it so bad. need you so bad- “

“begging already? how very un-princely of you,” jimin tuts, tugging at the piercings lining up taehyung’s ears with his teeth. taehyung shivers. “what would the court say if they saw you begging an alpha, a humble waiter so below you for his cock like this, hm? and in public too?”

taehyung has to bite down on his lip hard enough to taste blood so that the moan crawling up his throat doesn’t make it past his lips. he squeezes his thighs together but it’s no use: he’s getting wetter by the second. 

jimin takes a deep breath against his neck and does a rather poor job at muffling his growl when he smells it on him, how aroused he is; how wet, how willing. the omega in taehyung whines and pants,

aching with the urge to get fucked and knotted. his omega wants to get pumped so full of alpha cum he can’t even move afterwards.

realistically, taehyung knows that’s not possible (even if jimin does cum a lot ) but the idea of it, of being so, so achingly full of jimin resonates with something primal in him so strongly he feels a little lightheaded with  it.

“they would probably be too busy seething that it’s not them having me like this to say anything at all,” taehyung murmurs under his breath. and then they’d strip me of my title and everything I care about. you included. you first, probably. 

sometimes taehyung thinks it would be worth it, just to see the looks on their faces upon knowing that during all this time that he’s supposed to have remained “pure” for an alpha that doesn’t respect him he’s been getting consistently well-knotted and well-fucked by—

taehyung shakes his head. that’s his frustration talking. he knows he has to bide his time if he wants everything to go the way he’s planned it. 

jimin kisses his neck, a little wet and lot possessive, and says, “wait for me upstairs?”

taehyung lets out a satisfied little sigh when jimin presses another open-mouthed kiss to his neck. jimin moves to pull away but taehyung rises from his seat and catches him in an embrace, his arms around jimin’s shoulders and lips right by his ear. 

“don’t keep me waiting, mhm?” taehyung says, tracing jimin’s collarbone with the tips of his fingers before trailing them down his shoulder. he giggles, a little breathy, and doesn’t miss the way jimin’s grip tightens on his waist. “or I may just look for another alpha to give me what I want.”

it's pretty obvious he's bluffing straight out of his ass. jimin clocks him immediately, like taehyung knew he would. the corners of his mouth pull up slowly in a little grin with a sardonic edge to it, like he finds taehyung's attempt at riling him up further particularly amusing. 

taehyung doesn't miss the muscle in his jaw jump, the way he clenches it for a second before forcing himself to relax. if this was someone else, any other alpha like the ones he's around, these little signs of alpha possessiveness would have been a major turn off, but something about jimin just... breaks him down in a way that makes him desperate to bare his neck. to submit . 

when jimin's eyes flash red, he half speaks, half growls, "just don't come crying to me when they can't give it to you like I can, taetae" cocky , like he knows exactly what he does to taehyung.

he most likely does. jimin can probably smell it on him, that spike in his scent that indicates taehyung is on his way to being well and truly gone .

he wonders what is it about jimin, exactly, that has taehyung wanting to sink to his knees and beg at his alpha's feet for forgiveness because he stepped out of line, because good omegas don't tease their alphas. good omegas take whatever they're given and never forget to thank their alphas for it. 

in court, taehyung has heard one too many times the phrase "omegas leave the kitchen and they suddenly think they're better than alphas" and all its equally gross variants. he's never hesitated to roll his eyes at it, foreign ambassadors be damned. 

but jimin? jimin wouldn't even have to ask. taehyung would be on his knees, to scrub the kitchen floor or otherwise, before he could even open his mouth.

" go ," jimin urges him, voice strained. "before I bend you over a stool and give all these little bastards sniffing at you right now a real reason to stare."

taehyung takes a discreet peek over jimin's shoulder. indeed, some alphas and a few omegas and betas have their hungry gazes trained on them. their eyes shamelessly slide over their embrace, like they can't decide which of them they want to be more. a few of them seem to be considering trying their luck, maybe, getting up to ask if they can join in on the fun or try to offer either of them a better deal for the night. 

as much as taehyung loves to push jimin's buttons by teasing him with empty threats of other alphas and better knots, he's not actually interested in anyone else. 

"mhm, and you know I would like that," taehyung leans forward, locking eyes with an alpha from jeongguk's crew as he presses a kiss to jimin's neck. her eyes are so wide they look like they're about to pop right out of her skull. he hides his giggle on jimin's shoulder. "like it when you make me yours."

jimin's fingers tighten on his waist to the point he feels the sharp hint of claws through his clothes. 

taehyung forces himself to take a step back, letting jimin's arms fall slowly to his sides. otherwise they could very well be there all night, locked in an escalating game of push and pull, dying to see who will break first. his omega whines, craving his alpha's embrace, but taehyung grits his teeth and keeps walking. 

climbing up the stairs to get to the employee's quarters and jimin's room proves to be a more arduous task than anticipated. he can feel slick dripping down his legs as he moves. taehyung bites down on his lips hard enough to draw blood to keep himself from moaning as he stumbles his way down the hall, leaking even more as he clenches around nothing because he just feels so empty .

taehyung wastes no time in taking off his robes as soon as the door to jimin's room falls shut. they land in a heap over his bag, which he carelessly dropped by the foot of the bed. the room isn't much: a twin-sized bed with a little bedside table next to it, a dresser, a door on the left wall that leads to a bathroom the size of a shoebox with an even smaller shower, a sink and a toilet.

it isn't much, but it has begun to feel more like home than his big, luxurious room up in the royal palace. his fellow court members would probably pass out if they ever heard him say such a thing. the thought makes him giggle. 

in normal circumstances, he would be already fingering himself stupid on the bed so that jimin would find him like that, but today he forces himself to resist the urge. he heads for the bathroom instead, to take a look at himself in the small mirror above the sink. 

he nearly gasps. the royal tailor truly outdid herself with this one: a gorgeous red three-piece lingerie set embroidered with flowers. he traces the edge of one of the bigger flowers on the gather belt, giddy as he thinks about how he told her it was a surprise for his future husband on the night of their wedding, giddier when he thinks about how jimin is going to react when he sees him.

taehyung can't resist it anymore. he braces a hand against the sink and reaches with the other behind himself to pull his panties to the side and slip two fingers inside himself, fucking them in and out of his wet hole with quick, desperate flicks of his wrist. 

he looks at his reflection in the mirror, at the flush of his cheeks and the way his panties strain against his hard cock. his eyes roll back a little as his thoughts get away from him, showing him vivid images of jimin taking him just like this, pulling at his hair and making sure he keeps his eyes on the mirror because, "look how well you take it, your highness, think you were made to take peasant cock. wet and tight like a good omega cocksleeve should be."

the sound of the door slowly creaking open barely registers to his overwhelmed mind but jimin’s rough voice sure does, traveling down his spine like a crack of lightning. 

 “taehyung?”

he barely manages to swallow the rough moan climbing up his throat when his fingers brush against his prostate. his hips twitch when he pulls his fingers out, instinctively chasing more of that delicious pleasure. taehyung’s skin breaks out in goosebumps when he feels a fresh glob of slick gushing out of his hole, thick trails of it sticking to the pads of his fingers. 

“in here, baby."

"got started without me again," jimin says, a statement more so than a question. taehyung can almost hear the pout in his voice as he speaks. "I could smell how wet you are from outside the room. come out, baby. let me lick you clean."

taehyung shudders. slick drips down his legs, dribbles to the floor. there's a small puddle behind him, and the back of his underwear is positively soaked. he can already hear jimin's voice in his head, "tsk, dirty boy. already making this much of a mess when I haven't even touched you?"

"I- ah , I have a little something for you today, jiminie. I just wanted to make sure it looked perfect, and I may have gotten... a little carried away," taehyung says, as he steps out of the bathroom.

jimin is sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his palms. he's got his legs spread invitingly. taehyung’s mouth waters at the sight of his bulge. his jaw aches with phantom pain like he already has it in his mouth, like he's already choking on the girth and the length of it.

he can tell the exact moment in which jimin realizes , because he growls unabashedly, his dark eyes roaming all over taehyung's body and the way the lace hugs it just right.

"is this all for me, baby?" jimin asks, grits his teeth when taehyung lowers himself onto his lap with a whine, seeking his touch. "got dolled up just for your alpha?" he puts his hands on taehyung's knees, sliding them all the way up his thighs, scratching lightly there. "answer me."

"yes, this is all- I'm all for you, alpha." taehyung sighs, circling his hips slowly to try and get some much-needed friction on his poor, neglected cock.

he gasps when jimin squeezes his ass, kneads at it. the tips of his fingers brush against the damp edge of his underwear, so painfully close to where he needs jimin the most. 

"that so, baby? is this - " jimin pulls his underwear to the side, rubs the pad of his middle and ring fingers over his hole in little teasing circles a couple of times before sliding them all the way in. " - wet, needy hole of yours all mine to play with, pretty omega? mine to fuck and breed?"

taehyung moans, scrambling for purchase with his clean hand on the back of jimin's neck as the squelching sound of his alpha's fingers going in and out of him resonate around the room. jimin is relentless once he finds his sweet spot, rubbing at it with his fingers until taehyung is drooling on his shoulder, whining high in his throat when jimin pulls his fingers out only to come back with three, curling them in a way that's pushing him dangerously close to the edge of his first orgasm.

he's vaguely aware, through the pleasure haze slowly taking over his mind, that jimin has asked him a question. he enthusiastically nods. it's been three days since they last saw each other, and taehyung is only a little bit ashamed to admit that he spent a lot of that time daydreaming about jimin bending him over various surfaces and breeding him until he's full to the brim.

"you know it is, alpha. no one else can fuck me this well, make me this wet, ah -" taehyung is rocking back against jimin's fingers with abandon now, all desperation and no finesse as he chases his own pleasure. "- ah, fuck , jimin. missed you so much. please , wanna come so bad."

jimin's mouth is hot and wet where he's pressing kisses and little bites up and down the column of taehyung's neck. he says, "you can go ahead and come, baby. I'll eat you out after." and latches on the sensitive skin right under taehyung's jaw where his scent gland is.

"y-your shirt, " taehyung gasps, right on the brink of the point of no return. "I'll - I'll make a mess, alpha, 'm gonna make a mess, I'm gonna - ah "

jimin shushes him gently. " 's okay, little omega. you know alpha loves making you all messy," he begins tracing taehyung's rim with his pinky finger. "you wanna be a good omega for me?" taehyung nods, too overwhelmed to speak. "then come, baby. good little omegas come when their alphas tell them to. make a mess for your alpha."

he doesn't know why it gets to him so much when jimin talks to him like that. jimin pushes his pinky finger in, fucking him with all four of his fingers now. taehyung doesn't understand - he's been fingered before, fumbling touches in the dark, but it's never felt like this. no one has ever made him feel like he's about to lose his mind just from their fingers in him, from their voice in his ear telling him to be a good omega and come .

taehyung doesn't last much longer. he reaches down with his slick-covered hand to wrap it around his cock, strokes himself in time with jimin's fingers thrusting in and out and bites down on jimin's shoulder to muffle his whimpering when he comes on his alpha's fingers and in between their stomachs.

he sags against jimin’s body. his bones thrum with contentment. "mhmmm. needed that so bad ."

 "that good, huh?" jimin laughs, teasing, as he rubs at the small of his back.

the worst part is that taehyung can't even deny it. there is nothing he can say to knock the cocky grin off jimin's face because he's right. it was so good he feels like the stress from the past three days has almost completely evaporated.

so he says as much.

“even better. ”

jimin laughs again. “I’m glad to be of service, your highness.” he pulls his fingers out slowly, groaning at the fresh wave of slick that follows after his fingers. jimin coos at him when taehyung whines softly once his fingers are all the way out, clenching repeatedly around nothing, feeling empty. “you made such a mess. clean it up?” he asks, collecting the cum that landed on taehyung’s stomach with his slick-covered fingers and holding them up. 

taehyung pulls back, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out eagerly. he lets out a little moan of satisfaction when his lips close around jimin’s fingers, making sure to swirl his tongue in between them so as to not waste a single drop. he licks and sucks all the way down to jimin’s palm, the back of his hand, his wrist. he rises up back up once he’s done, quickly pressing his lips against jimin’s.

he parts his lips with a hum, letting taehyung slip his tongue inside. jimin sucks on it hungrily, chasing after the taste of the mixture of taehyung’s cum and slick. they stay like that for a while, swapping it all out until there’s nothing left. taehyung squirms happily on jimin’s lap all the while, sighing into the kiss as jimin’s free hand squeezes at his ass. 

“taste so good,” jimin murmurs. he’s so close his lips brush against taehyung’s when he talks. “want you on my face, pretty omega. want to make you come again on my tongue, so I can taste you better."  he growls, low in his throat, like he can’t help himself. “swear I’ve never felt like this about any omega before. what’d you do to me?”

I could say the same about you, taehyung thinks. however no words make it past his lips because jimin puts his mouth back on him, effectively rendering his capacity to think straight completely useless. he ruts up all shameless against jimin's stomach as he bites none-too-gently down on taehyung's scent gland. later on, when taehyung will have regained his presence of mind, he will perhaps think about how scary it is that, even when they're just kissing, the pleasure he feels with jimin is never anything but white-hot and all-consuming; burning taehyung from the inside until all of him yearns for all of jimin in such a way that it seems to transcend the physical, sometimes. making his  omega pant and whine like jimin is already knot-deep inside him.

two nights ago, taehyung was sitting next to his fiancé in the massive dining room of the palace, doing a goddamn excellent job at pretending to be enraptured by the shiny piece of jewelry he bought him. "an apology for not being able to make it to our wedding ceremony robes appointment, dear," he'd said, pouting at him like he truly was sorry. 

unfortunately for him, taehyung wasn't half the idiot they thought he was. earlier he'd gotten his excuses about why he couldn't come to the godforsaken appointment mixed up and he didn't even have the decency to at least make it as if he was sorry or, you know, not blatantly lying to his face. taehyung has heard the rumors, of course. the crown prince's fiancé and how fond he is of the young, vulnerable palace staff omegas. 

the king only smiled indulgently at sungwoon. alphas will be alphas, son.

a long time ago, this would have upset taehyung deeply. when he laid down in bed at night, emerald necklace resting prettily on his collarbones, he would think, "what use is there in being strong?"

however, as he looked down at the white-gold encrusted necklace in his lap, the twinge of pain in him felt old, like when it rains and your knee aches. he took it out of the box, batted his eyelashes at his fiancé and sweetly asked, "put it on me?". his father smiled, looking proud, perhaps thinking that thank the gods taehyung was finally behaving like an omega should: accepting gifts, keeping his mouth shut, not questioning his alpha.

taehyung smiled to himself. it was absolutely nothing like that. the only thing in his mind was how much prettier the diamond necklace would look catching the shitty lightning of jimin's room as he made taehyung bounce on his fat knot like a ragdoll and when he eventually went to bed late at night, he'd think about jimin holding him after fucking him straight to sleep and it would be like the pain was never there.

what'd you do to me? indeed.

jimin moves them up, up, up the bed until taehyung's thighs are quivering in anticipation around the alpha’s head on the pillow. he shivers when he feels jimin push his underwear to the side. it makes it all the more filthy, that he's not even bothering to take off his soaking wet underwear. like taehyung is just something quick he's doing. taehyung loves it.

he holds onto the wall for support when jimin lowers him down onto his tongue with hands on his waist. there's a sigh half-caught in his throat, waiting to be let out at the first tentative touch of jimin's talented tongue to his hole, which turns into a whine when it doesn't come. he whines again when he feels jimin's hands on his ass, spreading them, humming when taehyung's hole twitches and leaks some more. 

he looks down, a pout and a  "don't tease me, alpha, please" ready on the tip of his tongue - 

and his words die a swift death when he sees jimin, mouth open, eagerly catching the slick dripping down his crack on his tongue. the corners of jimin's mouth lift when he catches him looking. taehyung keens high in his throat when slick rushes out of his hole in a rush, filling up jimin's waiting mouth. he's wet down to his cheeks and his chin. jimin keeps his eyes on him as he makes a show of closing his mouth and swallowing, licking his lips and humming in a total display of satisfaction.

"oh gods, jimin — "

jimin lets out a contented growl in response and, finally, lowers taehyung down on his tongue. his fingers curl where they're resting on the wall as jimin drags his tongue up taehyung's crack in flat, slow strokes, then traces his hole with the tip of his tongue before going back to licking at him almost lazily, letting taehyung melt slowly on his mouth. 

taehyung lets his head fall back between his shoulders with a hum, eyes half-lidded as the fire in his gut bubbles just below boiling point, fueled by the almost gentle way in which jimin pushes his tongue inside and how he fucks him with it like he's taking his time, like he wants taehyung to feel, really feel, every single stroke.

" 'm so -, ah, ah , fuck. please - hmmm, ah, faster, please ," he babbles on, not sure if he's making any sense but not caring much either way. he wants to touch himself. he's so hard, but with the way he's shaking all over he's worried he's gonna end up falling on his face if he tries holding himself up with just one arm.

jimin pulls back, and he's laughing as he says, "that's right baby, beg your alpha for it," before he’s diving right back in. taehyung does just that and when jimin doesn't let up, he begs louder. he nearly screams when jimin starts to kiss and suck at his hole. he's so close, actively grinding down on jimin's tongue now. riding his face without a single ounce of shame as jimin licks at him in that way he's especially weak for, with quick, short strokes of his tongue that make his slick spray right on his tongue.

taehyung knows he's done for when he feels two of jimin's fingers push right in with his tongue. he barely manages to get a shaky grip around his neglected cock before he feels it, that familiar tug on the pit of his stomach that lets him now he's about to come so fucking hard he's gonna see stars. the buildup is as pleasurable as it is agony, feeling like he's dangling right on the edge as his fingers on the wall start to cramp from how tightly he's holding on to it and his hand flies over his cock, too desperate to put any thought or technique behind it. 

his mouth is open but no sound is coming out from it. his ears feel like they're stuffed with cotton but taehyung can still hear crystal clear the wet sounds of jimin's tongue and fingers in him, their labored breathing, the gurgling sounds coming from jimin's throat as he struggles to drink all of him. 

"alpha," he cries out. "alpha, ah, alpha "

his vision whites out for a brief  second when he finally comes. or so taehyung thinks. his brain feels like it's melting right out of his ears as his orgasm hits him full force, jimin's name on his lips as he comes in his own hand, but that's not what has his eyes rolling back a little as he whines, drawn-out and high, like it feels so good it hurts: he feels himself squirt all over jimin’s face, feels the way the alpha’s fingers rub quickly over his hole to get it all out of him. spent, his limbs feel like they're filled with jell-o as he slowly climbs down jimin's body. he's wet all over now, even in his hair, but he's got this blissed-oud expression on his face like it's the best thing that has ever happened to him. 

something surges up in taehyung. his omega preens. we made our alpha look like that. we did that.

"so good to me, alpha, fucking me so well," taehyung murmurs, in between licks and kisses to jimin's cheeks, his forehead, his lips. "wanna make alpha come now."

jimin catches his lips in a fiery kiss. his tongue tastes slightly acid-y from taehyung's slick, but he doesn't mind it at all. he positions himself in between jimin's legs, reaching back with his own cum-covered hand to stroke jimin's dick, cover it in it, squeezing gently at the half-formed knot already there. jimin growls so loud taehyung bares his neck at him in response, offering it all up to him.

"gonna let me knot you again, your highness?" jimin says between clenched teeth. taehyung's got his dick between his asscheeks now, rocking back against it, teasing both himself and jimin. "gonna let me come inside?"

taehyung shudders. " yes . been dreaming of it for days. need to feel you inside again so bad."

"do you think of this when you're with him?" jimin half-says, half-growls, as taehyung sinks down on his cock. "hm? do you see yourself stuffed so full of my knot you're crying with it when you're sitting next to him, making plans for a wedding neither of you cares about?"

oh, fuck. taehyung garbles something out as he bottoms out but as he's about to rise back up, jimin's hands on his hips stop him.

"answer me, little omega."

taehyung could argue that his fiancé does care about the wedding, for all the wrong reasons, if he were capable of thinking of anything else other than how fucking full he will feel with jimin inside him. how much fuller he's gonna feel once jimin knots him. 

"yes, yes, I do," taehyung all but screams as jimin tightens his grip on him and begins moving him up and down his dick slowly. "sometimes I, ah— I just sit there twitching because I need it so bad and I have to excuse myself before t-they smell it on me."

" good ," jimin spits out. "no one can fuck you like I do. remember that."

his words make him shiver. it feels like a promise as much as it is a condemnation: jimin has ruined him for anyone else, and they're both aware of it. taehyung wouldn't have it any other way.

sinking down on jimin's cock feels like the most heavenly of blisses. he takes it slow despite the impatient feeling burning up in him, lets himself feel every inch as he goes down until he's bottomed out and stays like that, just for a second, basking in the feeling of being stuffed full of alpha cock.

his eyes flutter closed. he starts to circle his hips in slow, tight circles the way he knows jimin likes. the alpha’s clawed hands come to grab his ass, encouraging him to move faster. 

"feel so good, tae," jimin groans. "so hot and wet. I fucking love being inside you."

taehyung whines prettily in response, throwing his head back as he fucks himself on jimin's cock with abandon now. the sounds they're making are downright obscene: the harsh slapping of skin on skin and the squelching of jimin's cock going in and out of taehyung's dripping hole, all accompanied by their rough moans. 

jimin sits up abruptly, buries his face in taehyung’s exposed neck with a growl. taehyung all but screams when the new angle pushes jimin even deeper inside. he can feel jimin all up in his guts; taehyung presses a hand against his stomach where he swears he can feel the tip of jimin’s cock bumping against. 

“ah, ah, fuck. you’re so deep, alpha,” he babbles. “love it when you fuck me so deep, when I can feel you for days after.”

“you do, don’t you, little omega?” jimin purrs. “like it when alpha breeds you well?”

that word, breeding, unravels something in him. the tips of his own claws sink into the skin of jimin’s shoulders as he whines his head off, trying his hardest to keep up the fast pace of his hips even though he’s starting to get tired.

he nods quickly. almost incoherent, drool gathering under his tongue and in the corners of his mouth.

“breed me, alpha,” he chants mindlessly. “breed me, breed your omega, breed me—“

jimin snarls against his throat. taehyung goes limp when jimin tightens his grip on his ass and uses it to bounce him on his cock like a ragdoll. the way his hole keeps catching on jimin’s knot lets him know he’s nearly there; he clenches around it as it grows and grows, until jimin can’t pull out anymore.

taehyung buries his face in jimin’s shoulder with a sob when his knot swells to its fullest and jimin’s dick twitches hard as he starts to come. his mouth drops open in a long mewl as jimin’s warm come fills him up, feeling full to the brim with it, shaking and scratching at jimin’s back as his third orgasm takes him over almost by surprise. an all but dry one at that, shaking all over from how fucking good he feels.

jimin takes his face between his hands, gently kissing at the tear track of his cheeks. “good, baby?” he hums, with the satisfaction of an alpha who’s just fucked his omega well.

“mhmm, so good,” he echoes. fucked straight into relaxation. taehyung has never felt better.

jimin lies back down on the bed, keeping taehyung snuggled against his chest with a hand to his back. taehyung nuzzles into his neck, scents him to his heart’s content. as soon as jimin’s knot goes down he will be forced to leave this warmth to start the process of getting rid of any of the traces the alpha left on his skin, down to his scent, before he makes his way back to the castle.

👑

as far as the king is concerned, taehyung is out doing tax rounds in the less favored zones in the city.  a long, mind-numbing boring task that was assigned to him to keep him occupied and because literally no one else wants to do it. he doesn’t tell his courtiers that, though. instead, the king talks about how altruistic the crown prince is and how devoted he is to his people.

what the king doesn’t know is that taehyung made his rounds earlier in the week; on monday instead of the usual friday, so he would have time to visit jimin for his break at the fields by noon. 

as the king toasts to the upcoming wedding of his son and, above anything else, how much richer it is going to make him, jimin has taehyung  in the shed where they keep the farm tools, bent over as he holds on for dear life to a rake and a shovel while jimin pounds into him hard enough to make the wooden structure they’re placed against rattle.

"harder, harder, c'mon, give it to me harder," taehyung chants, almost mindlessly, as his body rocks with the force of jimin's thrusts. it's not enough . sometimes it feels like it will never be enough, like jimin could crawl right underneath his skin and he still wouldn't be close enough.

jimin grunts a "greedy little omega," but dutifully picks up his pace. he hits his prostate in a series of short, harsh thrusts that have taehyung scrambling to cover up his own mouth to muffle his own wailing. his eyes roll back as pure pleasure zigzags up his spine. 

"want your knot," taehyung whines, even though he knows they can't . not now. these little rendez-vous they do in broad daylight are already risky enough as it is. jimin's knot wouldn't go down quick enough for them not to get caught. taehyung knows this. yet, he still begs for it like he'll die if he doesn't get it, because pre-heat always makes him irremediably horny. 

jimin leans over him to nose at his neck. his scent overwhelms him: sweet, earthy, spicy. taehyung cries out at the change of angle, how jimin's cock is so much deeper in him now. he pushes back against him almost madly, chasing the rapidly inflating knot that jimin keeps using to tease him by pressing it right against his hole, dipping it inside to make his hole stretch around it before quickly pulling it out. 

"not yet, baby. but soon," jimin breathes against his neck. "can't wait to have you hanging off my knot all pretty. fuck you so full all you remember is my name."

taehyung groans his agreement. 

for a pure, god-fearing, royal omega like he’s supposed to be, going into heat means having to spend it on his own at the heat house : a neat little building near the south border of the palace's walls, far enough from the main buildings that no one will be bothered by his incessant whining and begging. three to five days with only his own hands as relief and the only company of one of the kitchen betas who comes to leave his meals outside his door and make sure he hasn't died.

then he met jimin, and when their cycles started to sync up, taehyung realized that sneaking him into the heat house was easier than he had imagined it to be. especially when his heat coincided with the king's annual hunting trip, an event that would keep him and the main palace courtiers away for one entire week. more than enough time for him to sneak jimin in, fuck like animals, and then sneak him out. 

two more days. jimin gives it so well when he’s in rut. taehyung never thought he would ever be this excited for his heat to arrive.

“ah, ah, stop, ‘m gonna come. don’t wanna - don’t wanna do it yet,“ taehyung stutters out, reaches with his hand back to tug at jimin’s clothes urgently. “w-wanna suck you off. please, ah, let me suck you off.”

jimin swears. he buries himself deep, grinds against taehyung’s prostate until his legs are shaking and then he pulls back, groaning appreciatively at the rivulet of slick that follows his cock.

his fingers tangle in the omega’s blue hair as taehyung gets on his knees. “wanna choke on my cock as you come?” he asks, the fingers of his free hand wrapping around the base of his dick, behind his knot. when taehyung nods repeatedly, eagerly sticking his tongue out and shuffling a little more forward on his knees, he slaps it on his tongue a couple of times before slipping it inside until his cheek bulges with it. “look so pretty with a cock in your mouth. go ahead, little omega, ‘s all yours.”

taehyung moans softly as he closes his lips around the head of his dick properly, lapping at the precome leaking from the slit with gusto. he keeps his eyes on jimin’s as his hands come up to stroke and squeeze at jimin’s knot, as he chokes trying to swallow jimin down deep enough to lick at it, to slip it in his mouth and feel its weight on his tongue. the way it makes his jaw ache goes straight to his cock, makes him extra desperate for it. 

makes him long for the privacy of the heat house, and jimin’s full knot in his mouth, that delicious ache. so much cum it spills from the seam of his lips.

jimin throws his head back, moaning unabashedly and it hits taehyung hard, how pretty he looks as he loses himself in pleasure: the sweat dripping down his neck, dark, sweaty strands of hair in his face, his teeth biting his lower lip. 

with his voice low and gritty, the way it gets when he’s really turned on, jimin says, “so good for me, little omega.” a stuttered sigh. “fuck. I’m so close.”

so is he, but taehyung wants his alpha to come first so he doubles over his efforts to push jimin over the edge. he licks his way down jimin’s cock, kissing and sucking at his knot while one of his hands works the head, and then he moves back up; tongues at the head and its slit as his hands squeeze at jimin’s knot, making it as nice and tight as he can for him.

jimin’s fingers tighten ever so slightly on his hair. “oh, fuck. I’m gonna come,” he says with a shudder. taehyung welcomes it, humming in contentment as jimin shallowly fucks his mouth. he loves it when jimin gets like this, sloppy and rushed. when he uses taehyung to bring himself past his own finish line like he’s nothing more than a toy.

loves it when jimin buries himself as deep as he can, slipping his knot in for a few seconds of delicious pressure, before pulling back and blowing all over taehyung’s tongue. he mewls sweetly as the first drops of cum hit his tongue, swallowing what he can and letting what he can’t drip down his chin. 

“mhm… love the way you taste,” taehyung purrs, licking his swollen lips. he must look absolutely debauched right now, cum and tear tracks on his face. it makes him feel incredibly pleased. the way jimin looks at him like he could eat him right then and there as taehyung gathers the cum on his cheeks with his fingers and greedily sucks on them.

“shit, look at you. you’re so obscene, your highness. wonder what he’d say if he saw you like this- ” jimin bends down to none-too-gently pick him up off the floor and sit him back on his dick like it’s nothing. “ - on your knees begging for another alpha?”

taehyung bites down on jimin’s shoulder in order to muffle the scream that tears from his throat almost unconsciously. something deeply primal within him rising up to meet jimin as he bounces him on his dick quick and dirty, seeking to push him over the edge. his knot will take a little longer to inflate again, but he’s still hard like he hasn’t just come. his refractory period—or lack thereof—was truly a dream come true. 

“come for me, little omega. come for your alpha.”

it doesn’t take him much longer than that. taehyung sneaks a hand in between their bodies to wrap a hand around his aching cock and jerks himself off without rhythm or reason, mindlessly chasing his orgasm; the other one holds onto jimin’s shoulder for dear life. faintly, the sound of fabric ripping reaches his ears. he can’t tell if that was jimin’s shirt or his own robes, tangled in jimin’s hands.

he’s not sure what does it for him, in the end. if it is jimin’s blatant display of strength as he fucks him standing up, his knot rubbing against his hole as he thrusts up into him or the way he nips at the left side of his neck, where the marking bite goes, just enough for taehyung to feel the pressure of his teeth against his skin. all that would come with it if jimin were to sink his teeth in a little harder, and taehyung comes undone with jimin’s name on his lips, all over his own hand and stomach.

jimin fucks him right through it, and doesn’t stop until he’s coming again, filling him up nicely. in just a few minutes all that cum and slick running down his legs will become a bitch to clean up but, for now, taehyung lets himself enjoy the slight ache of overstimulation, how full he feels with jimin’s dick still inside him. how ruined .

“we’re still on for wednesday, right? you’ll come help with my heat?” taehyung asks, a little later, as they clean themselves up to the best of their abilities.

jimin kisses his neck—the left side—and steps back. “of course, tae. I’ll be waiting for you at our usual meeting spot.”

taehyung grins. “can’t wait.”

👑

taehyung is standing under the blazing sun at the entrance of the castle hunting grounds, waiting to send off the king and his party, when he feels it. the relentless itch under his skin that precedes the start of his heat. 

he already knew it would be coming, of course: his heats have always been blessedly regular. however, he was kind of hoping he'd be out of the heavy, uncomfortable robe  before pre-heat hit him. — it’d been a gift from his fiancé for him to wear especially for the occasion—so it's not like he could have chosen anything else that was more comfortable. it was made of velvet, with puffy sleeves adorned with sparkly gems. pretty, admittedly, but not june at noon kind of pretty.

sweat gathers at his forehead, under the rim of his crown, but taehyung keeps his head held high. he just has to hold on for a little longer, and then he will be able to change into something more comfortable and escape to the heat house to get himself off a couple of times to blow off a bit of steam before it was time for him to go get jimin. he'd already come twice this morning, fingerfucked himself to oblivion thinking about jimin's fat knot in him, pumping him full of cum.

he shakes his head quickly. it wasn't the time to think about that, now. he couldn't risk leaking in public, not with so many eyes on him, waiting for even the slightest of slips from the crown prince. the king still hasn't finished his speech. he focuses on giving his fiancé the most lovesick gaze he can muster, sighing and gasping at all the right places. for once, he feels lucky that that’s all that is expected of him. sit there, look pretty and utterly devoted to your alpha. 

“ah, bogum-ah,” he says, clinging to him, putting his all into the act. “be very careful, alright? I will be waiting impatiently for your return. I don’t think I’ll ever sleep at night. bring me a worthy kill, hm? will you do that for me?”

bogum smiles, not totally unkindly, in that subtly concesdencing way alphas do to omegas sometimes. like he thinks he has taehyung in the bag and is relishing on it. 

“of course, my dearest,” he replies, playing his part like taehyung is doing his, as he bends down to kiss his hand. “only the best for the best.”

the itch under his skin starts to burn as soon as bogum pulls away. he’s not the alpha he wants, but he’s still an alpha, so his traitorous body still responds to him, even though he doesn’t think bogum is able to tell. he knows the drill for public appearances when he’s in preheat: his servants doused him in scent-blockers this morning as they got him ready for the send-off, as no one could ever possibly become publicly aware that their omega prince had heats even if everyone knew it anyway. after all, unmated omegas having heats are still treated as something shameful and taboo in the palace. 

don’t ask, and most definitely don’t tell.

he can barely conceal his relief when the hunting party sheds their clothes and runs into the forest, now as wolves. he walks back to the palace as fast as he’s allowed to without breaking protocol, going straight to his chambers to slip into something more comfortable. then, he asks the betas in the kitchen to start preparing the food packages that are to be delivered to the heat house starting today.

it’s a bit early for him to go to the house, but no one questions him on it. not even the courier his father left in charge while he’s away at the hunt, his most trusted advisor, kihyung. luckily for him, he shares the same ideals as his father, so he was rather eager for taehyung to be in the heat house as soon as possible. less chances of him feeling tempted to find a knot to sit on and get him in trouble.

all according to plan.

the first thing taehyung does when he gets to the house is get naked. he always gets extra sensitive when he’s near his heat; every shift and drag of his clothes along his skin feels like torture. then he gets on the bed, stuffs a pillow between his legs that he can hump to his heart's content, and slips two fingers straight into his hole. 

his increased sensitivity makes it ridiculously easy for him to make himself come. twenty minutes later he’s on his third orgasm, four fingers deep, drooling on his sheets to the thought of jimin walking in and finding him like this, wet and willing for him, and just stepping into the room to claim what is rightfully his. 

his fifth orgasm makes the burning under his skin recede but taehyung knows it won’t last. he sits up, chest heaving, still recovering from that last high that left a persistent ringing in his ears. taehyung feels tempted to lie back down and keep going: he gets so ridiculously sensitive just before his heat hits that he pretty much can make himself come back to back. 

however, he's aware that if he gives in to the overwhelming urge to lose himself in his own pleasure now, he'll be too far gone to go get jimin until much later, something that neither himself nor his omega would forgive him for. 

as much as his own hand feels good to him now, jimin's knot will feel even better. 

he wipes his hands carelessly on the sheets and stands up on shaky legs, reaching for the trunk placed at the foot of the bed, where he keeps most of his "peasant" clothes and a couple of toys he managed to sneak in over the years. it truly is the perfect hiding spot: taehyung knows that not a single alpha in court would ever dare to step foot in the heat house, much less ruffle through his things. extremely convenient but in an extremely backwards kind of way. 

taehyung knows he has to act quickly before the heat resurfaces to bring him back down with it. he cleans himself up the best he can, throws on an unassuming, rough, robe and makes sure to tie his distinctly sapphire hair up so that not a single strand is visible under the hood. then he gets going.

as he climbs his way out of the palace through the east wall, he briefly entertains the thought that simply letting jimin come to him would perhaps be easier. he discards it almost immediately. if taehyung got caught sneaking in or out the palace, dialing up the dumb airhead omega act would be enough to get him out of trouble. probably. plus, he’s still the crown prince; if jimin, a mere peasant, was caught sniffing anywhere near the palace grounds on his own, he would be executed on the spot.

it’s a risk taehyung doesn’t want to take, despite the fact that jimin has offered to come to him before. he moves quickly, avoiding the main town roads, sticking to the rough old streets and only stopping to hide in bushes from the occasional patrol. his heart speeds up as their usual meeting point comes into view: the stone bridge that leads to the main plaza. if everything has gone according to plan, jimin should already be waiting for him, safely hidden behind its thick pillars. 

“jimin?” he calls out, quiet and urgent. it’s hard to shake off, sometimes, the feeling that anything could potentially go wrong at any given moment. he comes closer, trying to peer into the darkness reigning in the underside of the bridge. “jiminie?”

a hand melts out of the shadows and grabs him by the elbow. taehyung gasps, and just as his lungs are expanding in preparation for a full-blown scream, the hand pulls him in fully behind the pillar, right against the solid body of a person who smells distinctly of clover and cardamom…

“shhh, it’s me, don’t panic. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” jimin says, nuzzling into his neck in apology. he breathes him in and groans. “why aren’t you wearing any scent blockers, darling?”

taehyung barely gets to weakly punch him on the arm before jimin’s scent sucker-punches him so hard he’s convinced he’s actually gone into heat for a solid second. he holds on to jimin’s shirt for dear life, legs trembling as jimin makes his way up his neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses until he reaches his scent gland. he sinks his teeth into it. taehyung bites his lips so hard he draws blood in order not to scream. he can feel himself leaking already.

“I— ah, I did put on scent blockers before I left. my heat must be about to hit. we need to hurry.”

jimin hums, nodding against his neck. he grabs taehyung’s ass, squeezing tight, making him leak even more before taking a step back. he shakes his head, as if to clear his thoughts for the journey back to the palace. taehyung knows the feeling. the itch is back under his skin, threatening to turn from an irritating hum to a full-on swarm. jimin’s proximity is only accelerating it, and taehyung can tell he’s affecting jimin just as much. 

they need to be quick. very quick, least their instincts take over in the middle of the roads and - 

taehyung takes jimin by the hand and pulls him in. “come on.”

a primitive feeling claws at him as they move. the deepest of his base instincts, begging him to let jimin claim him right then and there. behind a bush, up against a tree. let everyone see how well we take it, his omega whispers. let him see it, let him see what will never ever belong to him. taehyung squeezes his eyes shut, trying to will such thoughts away. he can feel himself getting wetter by the second. behind him, jimin growls low in his chest. he leans forward to sniff at taehyung's neck, arms around his waist. it makes walking difficult, but taehyung doesn't have it in him to push him away. 

the fire in his stomach blazes. every inch of his skin begs for jimin to cover it with his own skin. alpha, alpha, alpha.

the sound of paws on dirt nearly makes his heart stop. his eyes meet jimin's, wide with surprise, and they barely have time to hide behind a tree before a patrol composed of two wolves rounds the corner, heading their way. taehyung buries his face on jimin's neck, clenches his fist tight on jimin's shirt. 

"they're gonna smell us," he whispers. his mouth is so dry it hurts to speak. "there is no way in hell they will not - "

"do they know what you smell like?" jimin murmurs, face in his hair. taehyung shakes his head no. patrol alphas are only slightly above commoners in rank, even if they like to pretend otherwise. nowhere near high enough to get any close to catching a whiff of the prince. "good. they'll just think we're horny and taking a break from the fields. hopefully."

"hopefully," taehyung echoes. then he breaks out in a fit of giggles. he bites at his lips to try and stop the laughter from getting out, but it doesn't seem to work. even to his own ears, he sounds slightly hysterical. a little panicked, even. is this what laughing at a funeral feels like?

if they catch you out here, perhaps you will get to find out.

"what's so funny?" jimin huffs. 

he still has his nose buried in taehyung's hair, rubbing his cheek slightly against it, like he's scenting him without really realizing what he's doing. taehyung is grateful for it; it soothes his omega, making him feel a little less like his heart is about to beat right out of his chest.

"well, you said - " more giggling. "you said we're horny. which is. technically the truth, I guess. oh, what are we doing here, you ask? we're just - we were horny - "

distantly, taehyung is aware that nothing about the current situation they’re in is funny. yet he can’t seem to stop himself from snorting with laughter: he could go into full heat any moment. or jimin could go fully into rut. they have a palace patrol coming their way. it is kind of funny, actually. in a completely hysterical way.

jimin shushes him gently. "they're coming. listen, if they approach us, I'll deal with them and then you can - "

"what? no. are you kidding? they'll tear you apart."

"wouldn't be the first time," jimin mutters, bitter. taehyung winces. well, of course. palace guards, no matter how far down the ladder they are, still think of commoners as nothing more than dirt stuck to the sole of their shoes. "I'll hold them back and then you can escape - "

"no way," taehyung grunts. "we'll face it together."

"you're my omega," jimin growls. "I won't let anyone lay a hand on you."

taehyung barely manages to swallow the whimper crawling up his throat. his body aches for this alpha, his alpha, uncaring of the danger they're in. it just wants and wants, wishes this agony would end so they could get back to the safety of the palace and get mounted nice and hard.

the sound of paws stop. taehyung holds his breath. he can barely just make out the silhouette of one, massive and tawny, their armor glinting menacingly in the sun. they lift their nose, scenting the air. 

taehyung closes his eyes. come on, come on, come on, just move on, just keep walking, just - 

a branch crunches under the paw of one of the guards. jimin growls, low and threatening. a warning. taehyung whines instinctually, nosing at his alpha's neck to try and calm him down. 

a snort, followed by the sound of retreating paws. they must decide it’s not worth it, in the end, to pursue what they believe to be a pair of farmers having some fun. especially if one of them is an alpha in pre-rut. 

"that was so hot, gods, " taehyung pants, pressing biting kisses to the column of jimin's neck. "I need you inside me so bad. please, alpha, need your knot."

jimin snarls. his grip on taehyung tightens so much the fabric of his tunic rips under his claws. 

"want me right here, baby?" he says between gritted teeth. "want to give those guards a reason to come back? put on a show for them?"

yes . " no , come on. we - we're almost there."

it pains him greatly to step away from jimin. his omega howls in agony, but taehyung forces himself to push through it before they actually end up having sex in public. he's so wet . he can feel slick all the way down to his ankles. it makes walking extremely uncomfortable— or it would make walking extremely uncomfortable if taehyung could register anything other than his need to get jimin's knot in him, to get marked and pumped full of cum.

neither of them fully relaxes until they're behind the palace walls. the sheer relief taehyung feels when they crash through the door of the heat house nearly makes his legs give out under him. he tangles his fingers in jimin's dark hair and leans forward, catching his mouth in a biting kiss.  

the sound of fabric being torn rings loud in the room. taehyung gasps as the remains of his robe fall to the floor in shreds. in any other circumstances, perhaps taehyung would have had it in him to be annoyed. or, at least, to try and pretend that he was annoyed at all. as it stands, with jimin's tongue in his mouth and his clawed hands kneading at his ass, the only thing taehyung feels is incredibly turned on.

he goes eagerly when jimin hoists him up, wrapping his legs around his waist as he's carried to the bed. he whines and claws at jimin's shoulders, feeling the outline of his dick press against his ass. every step jimin takes bounces him against it and taehyung genuinely feels like he's about to lose his mind. he's so sensitive and so keyed up already he knows he could easily come like this, although he doesn't necessarily want to. he wants to come on jimin's knot. he wants to come as he's filled so full he can't think of anything else. he wants to -

his hands travel down to the small of jimin's back. "you too, c'mon, off ," he grumbles, curling his fingers around the hem. he whines again when jimin lays him down on the bed, although his protests are short-lived: jimin swiftly takes off his shirt and his pants, and taehyung is momentarily rendered speechless. 

it's not by far the first time he's seen jimin fully naked. it's not even the first time he's seen him naked in this very room, yet even as his heat burns through his body, ravenous, jimin's beauty leaves him breathless. his proportions are mouth-watering, from his narrow waist to the thick, corded muscles in his arms and legs. strong thighs that taehyung loves to ride. a fat ass that he loves to knead when jimin is buried as deep in his guts as he can go. 

his hard cock, flushed red and leaking a bit at the tip. taehyung's mouth waters. his hole clenches around nothing, distressingly empty. which of his holes will jimin go for first? his mouth or his ass? taehyung will be happy regardless. they both belong to him anyway. his body is jimin's to use however he may please.

"alpha," he pants. "hurts."

jimin approaches the bed, resting his hands on it, climbing up on it slowly. "where does it hurt, little omega? tell me. alpha will make it better."

taehyung whimpers quietly. he spreads his legs as far as they will go, reaching with a hand between them to slip two fingers into his hole. his skin breaks out in goosebumps as he fingers himself slowly.

"here," he says, fucking his fingers in and out a couple of times before pulling them out, sticky with slick. "and - and here," and wraps that same hand around his cock, stroking gently. he shudders again. "I'm close. I wanna come."

"then come, baby," jimin murmurs, a gentle purr as he settles between taehyung's legs, stroking his hands down his thighs. "alpha wants you to."

taehyung shakes his head. he arches his back when jimin scratches his nails up and down the sensitive skin of the inside of his thighs. he tries to speak, but his words trail off in a moan when jimin bends over to press kisses all over the faint red marks his nails left behind.

"you want your alpha to make you come? is that it?" jimin says, nipping at the inside of his thighs, marking him up. he loves it when jimin marks him up. he likes the physical reminders that he belongs to him, risky as they are. "tell me, baby. is that what you want?" he presses on, gently.

"yes, please. yes, alpha, please, make me come, please —"

jimin's irises are so dark they look almost black. "anything for you, darling," he says before leaning forward and swallowing him down in one go. taehyung screams. his hips buck up, but jimin is quick to drape an arm over his waist to keep him in place. his mouth is relentless, wet and sealed tight around him. taehyung knows he's not going to last any longer, not with the way jimin's other hand comes up to play with his balls and with his hole, alternating between fondling them and then dipping down to finger him.

one of taehyung's hands comes down to tangle in jimin's hair. the other one is white-knuckled on the pillow next to his head. his toes curl and uncurl, body strung tight as his orgasm approaches fast.

"I'm gonna come -  I'm coming, " is the only thing he manages to gurgle two seconds before his hand tightens in jimin's hair and he's flooding his mouth with warm come. jimin takes it all in stride, sucking softly and fingering him through it, pulling back only when he's milked taehyung dry. his cock slips from jimin's mouth with a wet sound, slick with his saliva and traces of cum, still hard.

taehyung sags against the mattress, basking in the few precious seconds of reprieve the first orgasm grants him before the fever comes right back to gnaw at his bones. he reaches for jimin, feels him swallow the come in his mouth as he eagerly licks at his mouth and his chin to lick him clean. 

"thank you," he says. "thank you, alpha."

jimin presses his smile against taehyung's temple. "it's my pleasure, baby," he shifts, and his cock brushes against taehyung's hip. "think you're ready for my cock now, hm?"

taehyung doesn't even have to think about it. " yes , yes, please. want your knot so bad," his hands move down as he speaks, wrapping around the head and the base of jimin's cock respectively, stroking it and tracing it with his fingers. thumbing at the leaking slit, squeezing at the slightly thicker skin around the base of jimin's cock where his knot will form.

jimin growls, circling his hips to try and thrust into taehyung's hands. taehyung bares his neck in response, whimpering loudly when jimin buries his head in the left side of his neck, nipping at the scent glands there.

he burns and burns and burns . his omega claws at him, and he takes his hands off jimin's dick and squirms until jimin has moved to the side, watching him curiously.

"what is it, omega?"

"I wanna - " he starts, then trails off as he shakily raises himself on his hands and knees. jimin must figure out what he's trying to do because he growls even louder than before, deep from his chest. the sound reverberates in taehyung’s bones as he whines back, slick dripping down his thighs, but continues on undeterred: he leans forward, arching his back with his ass in the air. presenting. 

“please, alpha, I need you,” he slurls. “take me.”

jimin doesn’t waste any time. he moves quick, a purely animal sound stuck in his throat as his chest covers taehyung’s sweaty back, dragging his cock up and down his soaked crack to get it wet and it has taehyung squirming, arching his back as much as he can and reaching behind himself to spread his cheeks to make it easier for his alpha to mount him. 

he’s firing on pure instinct now. they both are: jimin bites at the back of his neck with a growl, buries himself to the hilt, grinding like he wants to brand him from the inside. taehyung goes limp when jimin pulls back and then pushes back in hard, fucking into him with short, snappy stokes that have tears springing from his eyes. he cums with a shuddery sob and tears falling down his cheeks, but it only servers to fuel his hunger.

jimin doesn't let up. he grabs him by the waist and hauls taehyung up onto his knees, snapping his hips at a brutal pace that leaves taehyung breathless. he tries his best to match jimin's thrusts, the harsh sound of skin hitting skin echoing in his ears as he fucks himself back onto his alpha's cock like he'll die without it. 

"who's making you feel so good?" jimin grunts, snapping his teeth by taehyung's ear. "tell me, omega, who has you crying on their cock like this?"

taehyung opens his mouth to answer but the words come out a garbled mess. even formulating the simplest of thoughts feels impossible to taehyung right now— when jimin is mercilessly nailing his prostate with every thrust of his hips at a rhythm that feels almost cruel. when he can feel his knot catching on his rim as jimin's cock starts twitching, hot and heavy, inside of him; he's about to come and taehyung aches to feel jimin's cum spilling inside of him with every fiber of his being.

"ah, ah , you, you are, alpha," taehyung nearly screams. the words are almost pulled right off his tongue as jimin bends down over him again, chest against taehyung's back as he grinds in deep. his knot is so swollen he cannot pull back anymore. "just you. you and nobody else."

"that's right, my darling, no other alpha could make you feel this good," jimin sighs, satisfied. "look so pretty getting mounted like this, crying and begging for me. alpha's little royal bitch, isn't that right? all mine to knot and breed."

"yes," taehyung pants. "yes."

"take it, then," jimin slurs against the damp skin of his neck. "take all of it, take all of me ."

jimin buries himself as far as he can go in taehyung. his knot pops as he comes with a growl, teeth nipping at the left side of taehyung's neck. he reaches for taehyung's cock but he's barely wrapped his fingers around it when taehyung is already spilling onto it, limbs trembling with the sheer pleasure running through his body.

taehyung lets out a little displeased whimper when jimin moves them so they're lying on their sides. jimin shushes him gently, says, "sorry, baby, but we'll be more comfortable like this," and the rational part of taehyung's brain knows he's right but his omega hates the idea of not being skin to skin with their alpha even for the smallest of second. 

the frown disappears from his face as soon as jimin settles behind him with an arm around his waist, a warm hand pressed against the slight swell of taehyung's stomach and his nose pressed against the column of his neck, nuzzling happily. taehyung turns his head a little and jimin meets him halfway to catch his mouth in a soft kiss, going for it again and again until taehyung's neck starts hurting from the awkward position it’s in.

taehyung knows this reprieve won't last much longer. as soon as jimin's knot goes down, the heat will creep back in to take a hold of them. 

"powernap?" he suggests. jimin hums in agreement. "if your knot goes down and I'm still asleep you know what to do: just roll me over and fuck it into me again. you know I like it."

few things beat the thrill of being fucked awake for taehyung. or getting to watch jimin come to with his hole all wet and willing squeezing around him. it's something they discussed the very first time they spent their cycles together, as they both wanted to make sure it was something they both were comfortable with.

"I know, baby. feel free to do the same, hm?"

"I don't think I'll wake up before you do," taehyung says. "my entire body hurts. you're an animal."

jimin snorts, but taehyung can fear how pleased he is at hearing that he made a mess of taehyung. "I didn't hear you complaining one bit."

"shhh. I'm sleeping."

he's joking, but sleep doesn't take much longer to take over him, aided by jimin's scent and the heat of his skin against his. he feels soothed and safe. taehyung doesn't really notice he's started purring, but he's vaguely aware of the way jimin holds him a little tighter, burying his face in the side of taehyung's neck so he can feel the vibrations under his cheek.

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taehyung doesn't really know how much time has passed when he wakes up. it often is like that when he's trying to sleep while in heat: he either sleeps fitfully, completely aware of every single second that ticks by, or he sleeps for hours on end, so deeply submerged in it that the kitchen betas have to nearly quick the door down in order for him to wake up. 

sometimes they get tired and just leave the tray with the food outside and leave. taehyung assumes they have instructions that tell them that as long as he doesn't smell too distressed, they don't have to worry and, lately, taehyung has barely smelt distressed at all. just a twinge of it, before it quickly dissolved into pure bliss. he's sure they think it is because of those alpha pheromones he got. 

"just to make things a little easier," he told the only one of them that was brave enough to question it. "it'll be our little secret, yeah?" and when they still didn't seem convinced, taehyung slid a pouch full of coins their way to ensure not a word of it was breathed in the way of his father, his fiancé or anyone else.

as it turns out, they were more than happy to look the other way after they started getting extra pay for keeping taehyung's secret, even if it wasn't what they thought it was. surely their reaction would have been different if they found out taehyung has an actual alpha to fuck him through his heat. 

it doesn't matter. it doesn't even put a dent in taehyung's fortune. the kitchen betas assigned to him get much needed monetary help to get through the month—lord knows the palace staff salary is not precisely stellar—and taehyung gets a cover so that he can wake up with jimin between his legs, keeping his cheeks firmly spread as he laps and sucks at his hole.

"mhmm, I told you— " taehyung chokes on a gasp. one of his hands quickly travels down his body to tangle lazily in jimin's hair. " ah , told you you'd wake up before I did. have you— "

taehyung trails off, moaning loudly as jimin slips two fingers inside, using them to keep his hole spread as he bends down again to slip his tongue between them. his free hand comes up to grip the pillowcase next to his head, mouth open in a silent sigh of pleasure as jimin brings him to a deliciously slow orgasm, milking him through it until taehyung's thighs are shaking around his head.

"have I been awake long?" jimin says, finishing off taehyung's sentence for him. he presses his mouth against the delicate skin of taehyung's inner thigh, biting and sucking at it. "not at all, darling. but I was starving, so I decided to grab myself a quick meal while you slept."

taehyung shivers, but he's not sure if it is because of jimin's word or if it is because he looks like a fucking vision like this, in between taehyung's legs with his face all wet because of him. jimin climbs up his body, mouth closed, and taehyung eagerly opens his mouth so jimin can spit the mess of slick and cum right into it before he swoops down to catch taehyung's lips in a filthy kiss. they swap it between their tongues until there is nothing left, until all taehyung can taste is jimin. 

"someone knocked at the door a while ago," jimin says, breath warm against his mouth when they pull away. "I didn't answer it, though, for obvious reasons. they must have given up and just left."

" oh , yeah," taehyung says, trying really hard to get his muddled brain to work. "must've been the food. you said you were starving? I'll get it."

jimin hums his agreement, although he does grunt unhappily as taehyung rolls away from him and stands up, not even bothering to put anything on as he opens the door and bends down to pick up a silver tray loaded with a bowl of noodles, a plethora of side dishes and lettuce to make wraps with it. it's technically supposed to be food for one, but splitting it with jimin is no trouble at all. taehyung never has that much appetite in his first days of heat, anyway, even though he knows he should eat. luckily for him, jimin and his alpha instincts are there to make sure he eats properly, even when he claims he's not that hungry.

they settle on the bed and take turns feeding each other bites of noodles and juicy wraps full of meat. taehyung gladly lets jimin feed him by hand, feeling incredibly pleased with having his alpha taking care of him like this. so is jimin, if the way he rumbles happily every time taehyung accepts food from him is anything to go by.

however soon enough the way taehyung holds on to jimin's wrist and sucks on his fingers starts to have a little more purpose. jimin watches him, clenching his jaw when taehyung swallows his fingers down, swirling his tongue around them and humming like he's giving jimin the head of his life.

"alpha," taehyung purrs, licking in between jimin's pointer and middle finger as he reaches for jimin's cock. "I want dessert. "

" 's that so? want alpha's cock in your mouth?"

taehyung nods, whining. "wanna swallow alpha's cum. wanna taste you, alpha."

"fuck, of course you do. like the good little omega cumdump you are," jimin slips his thumb into taehyung's mouth, rubs it against his tongue. "what about my knot? want alpha to knot this pretty mouth of yours, angel?"

taehyung is nodding before jimin has even finished speaking. he wants it. he's been fantasizing about it for days .

"please," he rasps. "oh, alpha please, yes . let me have it. I want it - in my mouth. want it so bad ."

"anything for you, darling. alpha will give it to you," jimin croons. "but I want you on my face while I do it. wanna eat you out while you suck me off," his eyes glint. "I want my dessert as well."

taehyung's cock twitches so hard for a solid second he's convinced he just came. his response is to immediately gather everything in the tray and move it to the floor and out of the way. jimin chuckles, but with the way his scent is spiking taehyung can tell he feels just as eager. 

he's not ashamed to admit, at least not in the heat of the moment (hah), that his mouth waters as they settle into position and he finds himself so close to jimin's dick. taehyung doesn't waste any time: he's quick to suck the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head and licking at the slit insistently until he's coaxed out a delicious string of precome to land right on his tongue. he hums appreciatively as he swallows it down, keeping a hand on the base of his alpha's dick where the knot will form. the skin is so warm there, a little thicker and rubbery, but the good kind.

taehyung burns to taste it. he bobs his head, pushing himself to take in a little more of jimin each time he goes down. accidentally chokes himself on it but he likes it, likes the way jimin groans and twitches in his mouth and leaks even more—so he does it again, and again, and again . shivers and moans when he feels jimin's claws tracing the inside of his wet thighs, scratching a little, on their journey to his hips. jimin pulls him down right on his tongue, and suddenly focusing on the cock in his mouth has become a lot harder. his body twitches, aborted little grinding movements as jimin licks in between his cheeks with the flat of his tongue.

jimin sucks on his hole and taehyung sobs . "go ahead and ride my face, omega. I know you want to."

so taehyung does. or, he tries. his mind is so foggy and consumed by pleasure and jimin, his movements have no rhythm or finesse whatsoever. he pulls back to breathe, uses his hands to absent-mindedly jerk jimin off and cries as he tries his best to fuck himself on jimin's tongue. 

"poor little omega," jimin coos. "feels too good, doesn't it?" 

taehyung tries to agree, but he's far from being able to think or say anything remotely coherent right now. he cries harder when jimin replaces his tongue with his fingers and ducks down to suck taehyung's cock into his mouth. he swallows jimin with a renewed fervor in response, down, down, down until he's tonguing at his knot. his tears run hot down his cheeks to mix in with the mess on his face as he slips it into his mouth, scraping his teeth gently against it just the way jimin likes it. 

it drags a rough moan out of him, and his omega preens . they did that. they made their alpha feel good . making alpha feel good should be their number one priority. make alpha come. we must make him come next .

and so he stays with jimin's cock so far down his throat he's unable to breathe until the lack of air inevitably drags him back up. he coughs, licking at his swollen lips to get rid of the strings of saliva and precome clinging to them. he dives back down as soon as he's gotten enough air in his lungs, swallows his alpha's knot over and over until it's too big for it to slip out of his mouth. 

taehyung is frantic, delirious in his urge to bring jimin to orgasm and feel his knot pop. jimin pulls off his cock and buries his face in taehyung's groin with a groan. his fingers tighten on his hips so much he thinks some of his claws break skin, but taehyung doesn't mind. he gladly welcomes that little extra sting of pain.

"ah, fuck , taehyung. 'm gonna fucking come, shit—"

taehyung is not entirely sure what it is that brings him over the edge. if it is jimin's knot swelling in his mouth, filling it up until it aches just right , or his cock pouring come down his throat until he's choking on it. perhaps it is the way his name sounds in jimin's mouth as he loses himself in pleasure, or his relentless fingers as he fucks them quick and dirty into him. it's most likely a combination of all of it, really. taehyung squeezes his eyes shut, thighs shaking around jimin's head, and thinks, oh, fuck, I'm gonna make another fucking mess again, I'm gonna squirt, alpha's gonna make me squirt again .

he would've screamed if his mouth was free. instead, it comes out as a garbled choked-off noise when the pressure in him bursts and he drenches jimin in slick and comes all over his chest. he seems more prepared for it this time, because he eagerly surges forward to press his mouth against taehyung's rim to try and drink as much as he can of it, fingerfucking him all through it.

"that's it, little omega, let it all out," jimin says. "so good for me. so good for your alpha."

taehyung's omega is over the moon. they were good for alpha. they made alpha proud, and that's all that matters. he'll fuck them again as soon as his knot goes down because that's what good, obedient omegas get. he can't wait.

jimin's knots never last as long in his mouth as they do in his ass. he pulls away slowly when the knot eventually deflates, letting the cum he couldn't swallow drip down jimin's dick as it falls from his mouth with a wet sound. he's coughing even as jimin moves to gather him up in his arms, greedily gulping in air as he settles in his alpha's embrace; he's gentle as he wipes at his cheeks with his thumbs, then moves his hands down to massage at his jaw as he nuzzles at his throat and mutters sweet nothing against the sweaty skin there.

it's relatively easy to push away that one little word that starts with an L when there's still pure, unadulterated need clawing at his insides. "alpha," he pants. "alpha, I - "

"shhh, 's okay, baby," jimin says, then drags him in for a kiss that has taehyung's toes curling. "I got you."

"I wanna ride you. wanna - " another kiss. a pleased little sigh against jimin's mouth. " - wanna be good for you."

jimin smiles. "you already are, darling. the best I could ask for."

taehyung will only admit it to himself under the safety of the covers of his bed, back in palace where no one else can hear him, but he feels comfortable being with jimin like this, in a way that should probably scare him, given their circumstances. he's never been afraid to give in to his deepest instincts when he's with jimin because he knows jimin won't take advantage of it or throw it back in his face. he's never been afraid to get whiny or sink into a headspace where the only thing he wants to do is please his alpha. that's just how much he trusts jimin. 

you should be. you should be very afraid , says a voice in his head.

and yet, he's not yours. not really , says another, and his omega hurts for it.

but he doesn't wanna think about that now. he already knows he's gonna be agonizing over it as soon as their cycles are over and they have to part ways, up until the moment they see each other again, whenever that may be. rinse and repeat.

he would rather focus on the way jimin feels inside when he reverse straddles him, so he can watch the way taehyung's ass jiggles as he fucks himself stupid on his cock. couple of seconds later it's all he can think about as the need to be fucked takes over.

taehyung leans back with a hand on jimin's thigh and the other on his stomach, where it seems to him that he can feel the tip of jimin's cock bumping against it every time he sinks down on him. his rim is all puffy and red; it kind of hurts, but in a good way. he feels well and thoroughly used and he loves it.

jimin bites so hard into his shoulder that when he comes he draws blood. he's quick to soothe the irritated skin with his tongue and a kiss, but it leaves taehyung reeling in more than one way: it's incredibly hot, yes, but it's also dangerously close to that little spot on the left side of his neck where -

not now. not yet.

he thinks he may have blacked out after he came in short little spurts, a nonsensical litany of "jimin", "alpha" and "please" on his lips. or maybe jimin simply fucked him straight into sleep, but when he comes to he's lying on his side and jimin is pounding so hard into him his body is dragging up and down the bed. 

"one more," jimin grits out, eyes closed and lower lip between his teeth like it hurts but like at the same time he cannot get enough. "just - one more. need one more."

taehyung hums. he can do little more than lie there and take it, drool all over his pillow. his next orgasm is mostly dry, but it helps clear his head a bit. he feels so full, all bloated with jimin's knot keeping all that warm cum inside. jimin always comes so much. the deeper he gets into rut, the more he comes. taehyung can't get enough of it.

luckily for them, they're both lucid enough to draw themselves a quick bath before the next kitchen beta comes knocking. it's been three days already, and their cycles are starting to hit their peaks. they have a bunch of trays lying around from when neither of them could be bothered to put them outside so they could be taken back to the palace. taehyung, wearing a robe and with his hair freshly washed, does it as quick as he can manage so he can sit on jimin's cock again.

they eat like that, with taehyung warming his knot nicely while they feed each other. all he wants to do is be full of his alpha, who let him sit on his dick while they were in the bath but would not knot him there—for the obvious mobility issues that would ensure that his feverish mind had trouble comprehending. but that's okay, because alpha washed his hair and scented him, and now he's bouncing him on his knot and coming inside. taehyung mewls, eyes rolling back. good gods, he feels so fucking full .

by the fourth day, taehyung's ass hurts in a way that borders uncomfortable, so jimin lays him on his back and has him squeezing his legs so he can fuck his thighs instead.

"alpha," taehyung whines. "are you sure it's good for you? like this?"

jimin is quick to reassure him. "it is, baby, don't worry. you're so wet and tight here it's like I'm fucking your hole."

that pleases him. jimin's cock drags against his whenever he fucks his hips forward, but the overstimulation feels nice. when jimin comes he does it all over taehyung: on his face, chest, dick and hole.

taehyung smiles. jimin presses a thumb against his bottom lip, rubbing at a blob of come that rests there.

"pretty omega," he says. "look so good like this, covered in my cum."

the dawn of the sixth day finds them curled up together in the bathtub. one final act of intimacy, before they have to leave the happy little bubble they have created there and go back to the harsh reality of the lives they lead. it started out innocent enough: they took the time to wash each other, exchanging kisses as they went, but one thing led to another and soon enough it's still intimate, but no longer innocent. the fever that coursed through their bodies for the better part of a week may be gone, but they're just as hungry for each other.

"leave him," jimin growls against taehyung's throat. "leave him. be mine."

taehyung's hands are white-knuckled on each side of the porcelain bathtub. he's riding jimin with all the strength he can muster, thinking about how soon enough jimin will be gone and he'll have to face his father and his fiancé again. 

I'm already yours, he wants to say. instead, he swallows it down and gasps, "yes, yes ."

afterwards, they hold each other, soaking in the warmth of the scented water around them. taehyung's head rests on jimin's chest, right above the steady sound of his heartbeat. 

for now, it's enough.