Archive of Our Own

lighting a fuse
Chapter 1
There was something so enticingly, bafflingly innocent about Park Namping, even before Keng knew the young idol was a virgin. Maybe because his innocence went beyond virginity.
Namping was dedicated to his new acting career and a hard worker overall, book-smart and polite. He charmed everyone on set immediately with his bright smiles and mesmerizing good looks, his softly floral omega scent. Keng himself wasn't immune. Namping's role on the drama was a minor one, the acting a side project to his blossoming career as a singer, but he seemed to steal the attention in every scene he was in.
Keng found it impressive, if only because Namping was so naïve to his own charms. Not foolishly so — the omega had to have some ambition and drive, to succeed in the cutthroat entertainment industry — but Namping's sincerity made it difficult for anyone to be jealous of him.
It also made it difficult for Keng to come to terms with the constant, depraved thoughts he had about the sweet omega, from the very first moment he saw Namping's plush, pink lips close around and coyly suck at a pear ice cream treat on set.
Or even before that, probably. But the ice cream bar was a moment of realization for Keng. He wanted Namping. He wanted him in ways that he was ashamed of, wanting to ruin the pretty omega and claim him for himself.
As the lead male actor in the drama they were filming, Keng was aware Namping looked up to him. Sometimes he would catch Namping watching the filming of his scenes intently, or blushing pink high in his cheeks when Keng praised Namping's acting work.
The praise was always genuine, earned. Namping's blushing cheeks were just a bonus.
And then his scent... god. Namping's scent couldn't hide much.
Soft and floral, yes, delicate like blossoms on a flowering spring tree, but that only made it glaringly obvious when Namping's scent spiked with arousal. Omega arousal had a distinct sweetness, almost syrupy, and so often was paired with the heady scent of slick.
When Keng praised Namping and gave his shoulder a squeeze, or smoothed his hand over Namping's back, the sweetness of his arousal would flood Keng's senses, so potent that a wild, animal part of Keng wanted to lean down and lap at Namping's scent gland just to taste it.
An ever deeper, wilder part of Keng wanted to do a lot more than that, too.
When the omega would shyly excuse himself right after, Keng wondered if his scent gave away his own desire, or if Namping just had to go clean up the slick in his underwear. For the most part, Keng tried not to let himself think too much about it.
There was no doubt that Namping was beautiful. His gaze was naturally seductive when his eyes weren't curved up brightly with his smile, the shape of his body athletic and alluring, his singing voice high and sweet, his lips always so invitingly plump. Keng was embarrassed by his attraction because of how obvious it was — older alpha actor lusting after the young omega actor, pretty and impressionable, even sweet and trusting enough to admit one night when the cast went out for drinks that he was a virgin.
Keng was so grateful that he was the only one Namping confessed that to. And then immediately felt lecherous for thinking so.
Truthfully, even if Namping wasn't a virgin, it wouldn't have changed his innocence, that sweetness to him that went much deeper than whether or not Namping had ever taken a cock before. But Keng's thoughts changed, after Namping's confession. They turned darker, his gaze more than admiring. He'd catch Namping doing stretches during filming downtime and feel his cock stiffen up at the sight of Namping's legs spread wide, or him bent in half, tight pants molded to the shape of his ass, so round and perky for his lean form.
Sometimes Namping arrived to set coming from choreography practice, dressed in thin sweatpants or leggings, and Keng would catch a tantalizing glimpse of the chubby folds of Namping's pussy through the clinging material, and then have to go adjust himself so it wasn't obvious that he was getting hard.
He was Namping's elder by 12 years. Sunbaenim, Namping would call him sweetly at first, until Keng finally convinced a nervous Namping to refer to him as hyung instead, not realizing that itself was its own form of torture, a softly called hyung in Namping's angel voice. A sound that played in his mind over and over, when Keng took his scheduled short break from filming for his rut, and had to come to terms with the fact that he thought about breeding Namping the entire time he was fucking into fleshlights in his dark bedroom, alone.
Namping stuck on his knot, Namping gasping alpha, please as Keng pleasured him for the first time, Namping wet and shy and soft, pink, untouched, wanting—
Keng came back from his rut ashamed, yes, but more ravenous for Namping than ever.
Namping himself seemed more subdued, stiff and exhausted, and Keng found out from a cast mate that it was because Namping was working so hard, balancing his two careers. Filming would be ending soon and Namping had a new mini album to promote right after, performances and interviews, and then he would be thrown into press for their drama before its release as well.
So Keng's idea wasn't born entirely out of selfishness, out of a hungry alpha's perversion. (Only a little bit so.) He thought Namping could use a real break, a physical and mental one, and bought out a bathhouse for a night so it would be only him and Namping and a few staff allowed inside.
Namping looked shocked at the offer. "Hyung, I- I can't accept that, that's too much," Namping stuttered out, cheeks already flushing a rosier color. Keng took Namping's hand, those smaller fingers warm as they twined with his own, and smiled reassuringly.
"It wasn't nearly as expensive as you might be thinking. Just one night after work to relax your mind and body, no worries, no expectations, and no strangers to worry about stripping down in front of."
Just me, Keng's alpha howled inside of his chest.
Namping agreed, even after Keng informed him very sternly that no, Namping couldn't help pay for it in any way.
And the date was set. Keng, still fresh out of his rut, pulled Namping into a hug that made the young omega shiver in his arms, and as the syrupy scent of Namping's arousal filled Keng's nose, all he thought was, Soon, angel.
 
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Keng drives them to the bathhouse after their filming day has ended, and Namping realizes, a little belatedly, that he's nervous. More than nervous, actually.
Keng-hyung is... so handsome, so nice. Too nice. It still doesn't quite feel real, that he would go out of his way to this extent to do something for Namping's well-being, too close to the fantasy situations Namping daydreams about when he's supposed to be studying Japanese.
There's one particular fantasy Namping loves, where they meet for the first time at an onsen instead of on a filming set, and the alpha sticks close to Namping's side, curling a possessive arm around Namping's waist as they soak in the water, both naked, the alpha's scent so musky and warm—
It's a silly fantasy. Namping is sure this will be more like regular bathhouse trips, scrubbing and dozing off in the sauna and eating boiled eggs. Not nearly as sexy as anything Namping's horny omega wants to imagine.
"Whatever you'd like to do," Keng says in a low voice when they arrive, greeting the single staff member at the front desk after they've taken off their shoes, Keng's bag with toiletries still slung over his shoulder. "Just tell me and we'll do it. This is for you, after all."
"B- But hyung just got off his rut too..." Namping murmurs, face heating as soon as the words leave his lips. He didn't plan to bring it up — it's personal, the details of their mating cycles, and Keng is his senior — but Keng's woodsy scent is still so dark with the lingering smell of rut, the alpha musk that makes Namping's knees weak whenever Keng stands too close.
Keng pauses outside of the room marked for Alphas, raising his eyebrows. "I did."
"So you might be, you know," Namping is close to whining, his cheeks warm. "Sore, or- or aching or something like that. After my heats, ah..." Namping trails off before he ends up oversharing and wanting to die of humiliation.
Of course Keng doesn't want to know how Namping feels achy and stiff after trying to fuck himself with his fingers and toys for days, barely satisfied during his heat without a real knot.
Keng's nostrils flare, and then he clears his throat. "I feel fine, really. A couple days of knotting a toy isn't much compared to what omegas go through, hmm, is it?" Keng asks, voice almost teasing, and Namping ducks his head.
He's so embarrassed. He was supposed to be mature around Keng, not act like a nosy virgin, feeling a spike of arousal shoot into his belly just from Keng talking about knotting. "Sorry, hyung. I just thought—"
"No, don't apologize, sweetheart. I'm touched you would be thinking about me, ah, that's just like you." Keng laughs softly. "Our kind Nampingie. But I promise this is for you, let hyung treat you."
Namping's lips are still parted in surprise at the pet name when Keng steps into the locker room marked for alphas, turning around when Namping doesn't follow.
"Namping-ah?"
Namping laughs, a nervous giggle of a sound. "Hyung, alphas and omegas can't bathe in the same room."
But Keng just stares at him expectantly. "It's just us here. Why shouldn't we be allowed to?"
"I—" But Namping doesn't finish. He isn't sure what to say. It's not proper, he thinks, but wouldn't that be rude to say to Keng, who has gone through all this trouble to provide Namping with a healing experience? God, Keng might even think Namping is implying that he can't control himself, and that's not it at all...
Keng is mature, kind. It's Namping who feels inexplicably nervous about stripping down with the older man, baring himself to someone he has a little crush on, but if it doesn't bother Keng, then Namping can act mature too. He nods. "Okay, s- sorry. It's just usually—"
"When there are more people here it's safer to stay separated, yes, that's true," Keng answers with a smile, reaching out for Namping's hand and leading him into the locker room, setting down their bag of shower supplies. "But you won't shock me just by undressing, sweetheart. And I'm sure you can handle the sight of me naked too, yeah?" He says it with a smirk, clearly meant as playful, but Namping's mouth has already gone dry, his heart thudding quickly in his chest, cheeks probably still pink.
Jeon Keng naked. How can Namping handle that?
Well, he guesses he's about to find out.
Since they're alone they don't bother locking their things away. Namping slowly follows Keng's example when he begins to strip, starting by unbuckling his belt (Namping swallows), unbuttoning his dress shirt (heat rushes into Namping's belly), and then pushing down his pants and underwear in one go to step out of them, his shirt joining the pile until Keng is completely bare in front of him.
Namping's lips are parted, breaths coming out in quick, shallow huffs, and he can't stop staring. He knows he's being rude, and he still can't stop staring.
"Namping-ah," Keng says in a low voice, an amused mumble. "Go ahead, you too."
Namping clumsily starts to undress, but his eyes remain fixed on Keng's body. His broad shoulders and firm chest, arms thick with muscle, his full sleeve of tattoos, his toned stomach and the sharp cut of his hips leading to his pelvis, his muscled thighs, his—
"What are you doing, huh?" Keng asks with a short laugh when Namping gets tangled up trying to take off his shirt because he was too busy ogling Keng's half-hard alpha cock. Namping whines in response.
Keng steps forward to help him out of the tangled shirt, pulling the material up and freeing Namping's arms. "Namping-ah, you're so red. It's okay, baby, you can look at hyung if you want. Our bodies are natural, you don't have to be embarrassed if you're curious."
Keng speaks so warmly, so calmly, but Namping feels like he's going to start trembling when he's finally naked in front of Keng, his dark nipples immediately pebbling stiff, his fingers twitching with the urge to cover between his legs. He sneaks another look at Keng's cock and his pussy clenches up, as if already aching to feel it inside him.
A quiet whimper builds in Namping's throat. Since when is he this shameless, this openly horny? But mentally scolding himself doesn't make his body want it any less.
There's a sharp inhale when Keng steps back, when he takes in the sight of Namping fully. There's a change in his scent, a heady spike, even if the alpha's face is carefully blank. "Oh, Namping-ah," he breathes out. "Look at you."
Namping turns his face away, cheeks burning, teeth nervously digging into his lip. Keng's gaze feels like a physical touch. "Hyung. I- I'm shy."
"Shy?" Keng grins slowly, eyes glittering darkly. "There's no reason to be shy around me, sweetheart. You're gorgeous." He leans in close while Namping is still dazed from the compliment, the raw honesty in Keng's voice that makes Namping think he means what he says, and Keng tucks his face into the side of Namping's neck, nose dragging across his scent gland.
Namping's knees buckle, a gasp leaving his lips when Keng immediately catches him around the waist.
"Whoa, easy," Keng laughs, palm wide and warm over the small of Namping's back as he continues to breathe in Namping's scent, goosebumps breaking out over Namping's skin at the arousing, ticklish sweeps of Keng's nose where he's so sensitive. It feels like even more because he's completely naked, vulnerable in a way he's never been with an alpha. And certainly not one older, so attractive and kind, now taking in Namping's scent like he's hungry for it. "Sorry, I, ah. Shouldn't have done that without asking. Your scent is..."
But Keng doesn't finish. He lets go of Namping, his stare dark and piercing, and Namping says, "It's okay. Y- You smell really nice too."
Keng's smile wrinkles the corners of his eyes, and Namping pulse picks up at the handsome sight of it. "You're too sweet, Park Namping. Let's go wash up now, hm?" He motions for Namping to head into the room with the baths first, and Namping wonders if he's imagining it, the way it feels like Keng's stare lingers on his ass when he walks ahead.
The heat that twists low in Namping's belly is frantic and confused, enjoying the attention even though he's overwhelmed by it.
Namping finds a stool to sit on in front of the wall of open showers and squeezes his thighs together when Keng sits down next to him, setting out their shower supplies:  shampoo, soap, face wash, and towels for scrubbing. At least like this, it's easier for Namping to hide his nudity. Being shirtless isn't so scary, but Namping is afraid of how his body will react, if Keng is able to stare at his bare pussy, if he can see how Namping's folds are already swollen darker with arousal, probably glistening with his slick, just from having Keng naked right next to him.
If Keng senses Namping's inner turmoil at all — whether through scent or from Namping's shy posture — he's at least polite enough not to comment on it. He gives Namping a reassuring smile and then turns on the showerhead to wet his dark hair, letting water cascade down his body, all that muscle and smooth skin. Namping squeezes his thighs together harder, helpless arousal pulsing through him at the sight.
It's better than porn, watching Keng rinse off. Way better.
Namping feels clumsy again following what Keng does, the alpha so handsome with his hair pushed back off his forehead, dripping wet, broad body hunched on the small stool. But the water feels nice and the scent of the soap Keng brought is soft and relaxing, something like lavender and chamomile, so Namping shoves aside his thirst and busies himself with cleaning up.
Keng starts a conversation after a couple minutes, low and casual, asking Namping about his music and choreography, if his company is treating him well. There's real concern in his voice that trickles warmth down Namping's spine, the instinctual pleasure of an alpha wanting to look out for him, to know that Namping is taken care of.
It doesn't sound like Keng is just saying it to be polite. He touches Namping's elbow when he asks, meeting Namping's eyes with his lips slightly parted, head tilting as he listens to Namping speak.
"You have the prettiest smile I've ever seen," Keng comments, and Namping tries to curl up where he's sitting, suddenly bashful at the compliment. Keng clicks his tongue, sliding his hand from Namping's elbow down to his wrist, fingers lightly squeezing. "Tch, I mean it! Namping-ah, will you let hyung wash your back for you? Your hair? Let me treat you, baby."
Baby. A shudder runs through Namping at the word, how good it sounds in Keng's voice. How can Namping say no? He nervously licks his lips but nods anyway, his voice gone a little raspier when he tries to joke, "The real 'scrubbing from an ahjussi' bathhouse experience, ah..."
Keng barks out a surprised laugh, fingers squeezing briefly at the back of Namping's neck, a playful scruffing.
But it doesn't feel just playful, when Namping is already so worked up. He gasps, slick gushing from his entrance at the shock of Keng's squeezing touch, the way it imitates a bite, and Keng suddenly goes very still next to him.
Heat washes through Namping, the prickling warmth of humiliation but he feels dazed, too, meek and submissive from having his neck scruffed like that. His omega was already riled up from the moment Keng started to undress, and every reminder of Keng's mature presence just seems to add to the desire heating Namping up inside, the yearning.
He wants Keng to pin him down and bite him for real. He's so wet, Keng has to be able to smell how much Namping wants it.
Keng finally clears his throat and says, in a much deeper voice than before, "Call me ahjussi all you want, sweetheart, but I don't think you dislike it."
"Sorry," Namping blurts out, shivering again when Keng touches the scrubbing cloth to his back, sweeping over his skin gently at first. Keng sits so close that his scent is now even thicker than the soap, dark and enticing, when Namping breathes in. "I was just joking, I- I didn't mean—"
"I know. I was teasing as well. Does it bother you, omega, that I'm older? Maybe I just come off like a dirty old man." Even as Keng says it, Namping's thoughts are still full of Keng's broad, toned body, his bright eyes and sharp jaw line, his good looks that are so far from what Namping would ever describe as old man.
"You don't," Namping rushes to say. "Not at all. Hyung, really, I'm sorry."
"Namping-ah," Keng calls sweetly, lips brushing Namping's nape when he says it, and Namping squeezes his eyes shut as more heat pulses through him, pussy clenching up, suddenly so needy, so empty. Keng's presence and scent just make him hot all over, giving away how out of control Namping feels when they're close. "It's okay, you don't have to apologize. There's a bit of truth to it, anyway."
Namping swallows when Keng doesn't elaborate. Is he calling himself dirty...?
"Ah," Namping huffs out, an involuntary noise when Keng scrubs harder, and there's a warm laugh by his ear.
"Did that startle you? Ah, sweetheart. You already have such beautiful skin."
"Thank you," Namping whispers, dropping his head forward. It's out of desperation to change the subject when he says, "Hyung, your- your tattoos look amazing too. I've never seen them in full..."
Keng pauses his scrubbing and instead wraps his right arm around Namping completely, a loose hold and the glide of wet, bare skin, a smile in his voice when he whispers into Namping's ear, "These tattoos?"
Namping exhales shakily and nods. He lets his fingers trace the dark ink on Keng's forearm, glancing back only to realize how close Keng is sitting behind him, the way it feels like he's being held in the alpha's arms. Like this, his back is almost pressed flush against Keng's broad chest. Keng's scent is overwhelming, enough that Namping starts to squeeze his thighs together just trying to find relief for the ache in his pussy, the dull throb in his swelling clit.
It's not the kind of friction Namping's body craves right now, but he's already playing with fire, being so aroused with an alpha, naked, alone...
"They're beautiful," Namping manages to choke out, eyes fluttering shut when Keng kisses the top of his shoulder. His breath hitches at the gentle brush of Keng's lips over his skin. Is it normal to be this sensitive?
"Thank you. I was only a year or two older than you when I started getting them. Almost ten years now."
Eyes still closed, Namping desperately tries not to think about that too, about the reminder of how much older Keng is. Why do you like that so much, Namping mentally whines to his omega, and doesn't get an answer, but simply more pooling heat until Keng is drawing his arm back.
"Can I wash your hair for you next?" Keng asks, and Namping blurts out, "But I want to wash hyung's back too."
He can't see Keng's expression, but he can hear the patience in his tone, even if Keng hesitates. "Ah, sweetheart. You don't have to. This is for your relaxation, remember?"
"I want to. Please?" He turns around then, pouting up at Keng, and watches with something like a burst of satisfaction when Keng's throat bobs with a swallow.
"Okay. But don't be too rough, my skin isn't as supple as yours..."
"Stop," Namping laughs, embarrassed and still helplessly turned on.
There's something comforting about scrubbing Keng's back, even as broad and attractively muscled as it is, the evidence of his strong naked body flustering Namping. Domestic, Namping thinks, already filing away the moment for some silly fantasy he'll have the next time he's supposed to be studying.
"That feels nice," Keng murmurs, rolling his neck as Namping's small hands sweep up and down his back, breath catching when Keng speaks. "You know, I thought maybe you'd be shier about this, but you're good at it. Do you have experience bathing alphas, Namping-ah?"
"Quiet," Namping says, face heating at the thought. "Hyung, you- you know I don't. You're the first..."
Keng turns around slowly, eyes dragging down Namping's body, and Namping resists the urge to drop the small towel to cover his lap. "The first?"
"First alpha I've been around like this," Namping mumbles, biting back a squeak when Keng grabs his shoulders and turns Namping around so that he can begin to wash Namping's hair. "Wait, your back—"
"I'll rinse it, don't worry." There's a smile in Keng's low voice. "Am I the first naked alpha you've touched, sweetheart?"
Namping licks his lips, suddenly nervous, even when Keng's hands work the shampoo so gently into his hair. He tips his head back into the touch, making sure to keep his eyes closed. "Yes."
"What a privilege," Keng whispers, and there's a light, soft touch to the tip of Namping's nose.
Namping's heart thuds in his chest. Did Keng kiss him?
"Just relax, little one. Hyung is here."
Namping sighs, and then tries to do as Keng says. He lets himself feel instead of overthinking the intimacy of what they're doing, tipping his head into Keng's hands as his scalp is massaged, his belly warm when Keng is so careful not to get water in Namping's eyes as he rinses out his hair.
Namping is almost sad for it to be over, once they're rinsed off and ready to soak in the hot bath.
(And that was its own awkward moment, with Namping quickly sneaking his hand between his legs, short fingers spreading his folds as he aimed the showerhead there, trying to rinse away some of the slick gathered at his entrance. Namping had to bite back a moan at the delicious pressure of the water over his clit so Keng wouldn't suspect anything as he rinsed out his hair.)
"You don't like the cold bath?" Keng asks, stepping into the tub — more of a small pool, really — first, the water only coming up to the middle of his chest as he leans back into the tub wall. Namping shakes his head.
"I know you're supposed to, for circulation, but being cold even for a few minutes isn't pleasant to me. If this is for relaxing, I'd rather be in here, ah." Namping's eyes roll back and his lips part with a silent moan when he lowers into the tub next to Keng, the clear water hot without being scalding. "Ohhh."
Keng huffs out a laugh, but it sounds strangled. "Listen to you."
Namping just hums, risking a look at Keng's face and noticing how dark his eyes have gotten, his posture too stiff like he's tense.
"Hyung," Namping murmurs, voice soft, "you should relax too."
He doesn't know what he's expecting, after saying it, but it's not Keng's hands suddenly sliding around his waist under the water, gripping his hips firmly and guiding Namping onto his lap.
Namping gasps, trying to squirm back instinctively from Keng's hold even as his stomach clenches hotly, because his legs are spread like this, straddling Keng's lap, the alpha will be able to feel—
"Shhh," Keng hushes him, smoothing a hand up Namping's trembling back, guiding him closer as Namping's heart beats wildly in his chest, droplets of water trailing down his shoulders now that he's out of the water from his chest up. Namping is so aware of the quietness in the room, then, that he wonders if Keng can hear his pounding heart. "You're okay. Hyung just wants to ask you something personal, sweetheart."
Heat curls, anxious and yearning, in the pit of Namping's stomach. He bites at his lip, eyelashes fluttering when Keng reaches up, tugging with a scolding click of his tongue until Namping's lip pops free from his teeth.
"Don't do that, your mouth is too lovely to bruise up. Namping-ah." Keng takes a deep breath, and when he speaks, his voice comes out deeper than before, his face especially handsome like this with his hair still wet and slicked back, eyebrows dark, gaze darker. "Are you close to your heat?"
Namping stills, even if his heart doesn't stop its frantic beating in his chest. "Heat?"
"Yes. Your scent is... It's been strong this whole time, like." Keng cuts off, and Namping's eyes widen when his head tips back with a rough laugh, his fingers squeezing lightly at Namping's hips.
It's the first time Namping has ever seen Keng look like he isn't entirely in control. Because of him?
"I- I might be in preheat, but my cycle isn't regular enough for me to predict it," Namping stutters out, cheeks hot, belly even hotter. It's embarrassing, talking about this with Keng, but even more than that he feels pinned in place by Keng's wild gaze, his omega eager for the attention for some reason. "I usually wake up already in heat and then call to- to let manager-hyung know."
"Fuck," Keng swears, and Namping leans back only for Keng to drag him close again, close enough for Namping to let out a whine when he feels Keng's stiff cock poking his belly under the water.
Namping has never— Keng is hard, and they're both naked, but Namping has never—
"Shh, don't worry," Keng tells him, maybe picking up on Namping's distress. "Namping-ah. I brought it up because your scent is dripping with arousal, with confusion and neediness. But I'm not going to fuck you, baby."
The whine that escapes Namping's lips is involuntary, a pathetic little mewl of rejection. Keng laughs roughly again, tipping his forehead against Namping's collar bone. Namping suddenly wishes that Keng would mark him there with an intensity that frightens him, how much he wants to wear the alpha's claim in some way.
"Are you trying to tempt me into doing otherwise, huh? Hyung is holding back right now for your sake." Keng lifts his head, lips brushing over Namping's scent gland, and just like that, Namping can feel the gush of slick where his legs are spread over Keng's lap, the way his pussy clenches up around nothing. Keng's scent just grows thicker. "I don't think you realize how much I'm holding back, Park Namping."
"I'm sorry," Namping gasps, and Keng hums as his lips trail across Namping's throat, both arousal and submission spiking hot into Namping's belly.
"I'm not going to fuck you, because you deserve better than your first time being in a bathhouse. Also, it would be rude to the staff who have to clean here," Keng mumbles as an afterthought, the corner of his mouth quirking up. "But you'd really let me, baby, hm? If hyung pulled you down onto his hard cock right now, would you squirm and cry or would you just moan for it, beg for my knot?"
Namping feels dizzy, thoughts swimming, lips parting but no sound coming out until he breathes, "Hyung, p- please—"
"Ah, you're right, I shouldn't tease. That's not fair." Keng's voice is so deep, so alpha that every word seems to rumble through Namping's body, and he can't tell if Keng is doing it on purpose or not. His lips brush Namping's ear, and Namping shudders as Keng continues, "It's not right for you to have your first time like this, but if it will help you relax, omega... I can get you off."
As he says it, Keng hugs Namping close until the alpha's hard cock is straining hard up against his lower belly, and all Namping has to do is lean forward slightly to press his spread pussy up against the length of it.
Namping's omega makes the decision for him, instinct drowning out any voice of reason left in Namping's head, any lingering hesitation or shyness. "Alpha," he moans softly, closing the distance until their chests are touching, and lower between them under the water, Namping's pussy rubs near the base of Keng's cock, the already-swelling knot catching at his folds.
Namping is so sensitive, so overwhelmed. He's sure that if he reached down between his legs right now, he'd be able to feel how slick he is, a different wet from the warm bath water.
"Like this?" Keng asks quietly, guiding Namping's hips into a slow grind up and down the jutting length of his cock, where Namping's timid humping keeps it pinned to Keng's abs, giving Namping something firm to rub over.
He's so big. Namping knew he would be, after seeing Keng half-hard, but he's huge, long and thick, Namping can feel it each time he rubs forward.
"Uh huh," Namping answers belatedly. This time when he bites at his plump bottom lip, Keng doesn't scold him for it. The alpha starts to lift his hips to meet Namping's inexperienced rocking in his lap, the tightening pleasure in the pit of Namping's belly to finally have something to rub his swollen clit on, sparking a desperate heat that already has him seeing stars behind his eyelids.
He can't stop clenching up, imagining how Keng would feel inside. Namping's folds spread out and hug the fat swell of Keng's knot and he whimpers, wanting it, knowing all he'd have to do is slide up and then let the head of Keng's cock nudge into place where it belongs, sink back down and take Keng so deepdeep inside of him, filling him, all the way into his tummy—
"Your scent," Keng growls, hips bucking, and Namping cries out and grabs at Keng's shoulders, fingernails digging into skin and firm muscle as Keng humps up against him harder, cock rubbing roughly at Namping's spread pussy, over his clit. "What are you thinking about to make you smell so inviting, little omega?"
"Inviting?" Namping aches with how much he wants to come now, heat pulsing through him, the shivering-pleasure of grinding on Keng's cock. He isn't sure if he could stop moving now even if someone else walked in. He mewls at the thought.
Keng's hands leave Namping's hips to cup his ass instead, fingers grabbing at the round flesh, dragging Namping closer that way and spreading his cheeks in the process. A desperate little wail leaves Namping's lips, and he throws his arms around Keng's neck and holds tightly, hiding his face in the alpha's neck. He pants, his pussy throbbing with need, both his holes clenching and empty.
"Hyung—"
"Fuck, ah, it's— Namping-ah." Keng chokes out a sound that's almost a laugh, rough and breathless too. "You smell like you want me to bury myself in your cunt. That's what hyung means by inviting."
Namping's face burns with his blush. "I'm sorry."
"No, no, don't be." Keng's lips brush the lobe of Namping's ear, tongue lapping over the scent gland on his neck, making Namping shudder in pleasure, submission. "My scent isn't any better. It's hot, sweetheart, that your omega is so ready for me, even if I think it's too soon. It's natural to want this."
"But I've never—"
"I know," Keng growls. The sound alone has Namping gushing more slick. His face burns at the thought of Keng being able to feel it. "I know you haven't. It's okay."
"I want you," Namping whimpers. He doesn't know what else to say, feverish with how desperate he is, the water sloshing around them as Namping frantically rubs himself over Keng's cock, little moans spilling from his lips, ah ah ah.
"Baby," Keng moans, gripping Namping's ass tighter, rocking up with him. "You drive me fucking crazy, what am I going to do with you, huh?"
Namping's lips part with his cry, face hidden in Keng's neck as his legs tense under the water, toes curling when the pleasure builds and builds, too hot and too tight to ignore. His clit is so swollen, so sensitive. "Hyung, I'm gonna— It's close, please, gonna come—"
"That's it." Keng's voice is low, tinged with just as much desperation as Namping feels, and Namping gasps when he starts to come, body trembling through his release, pussy clenching up with each blindingly pleasurable wave of it.
Keng's cock remains hard where it's trapped between their bodies, throbbing, the scent of the alpha's arousal so strong that all Namping can do is cling to Keng and whine.
"Baby," Keng breathes, running his hands up Namping's back, holding him tight. "Sweet baby. You sound beautiful when you come."
Namping's eyes squeeze shut as another wave of pleasure rocks through him, the aftershocks of his orgasm. "H- Hyung, ah."
"Namping-ah," Keng says, and then he's suddenly grabbing at Namping's thighs and lifting him out of the bath, onto the raised floor next to it, climbing out of the water as well.
Namping gasps in surprise. Holy shit. Keng lifted him like it was nothing. When Namping's legs fall open, lying there on his back with the alpha staring down at him, he can't even help it. He aches for Keng so badly.
"Didn't want to do this in the bath," Keng chokes out, his words more growl than speech, and he kneels over Namping's body, his hand suddenly gripping his hard cock. "Look at you. You're so— wet, so swollen up, omega, are you really this needy for me?"
"Yes," Namping moans. He doesn't know where this new shamelessness comes from but more heat floods him as Keng jerks off above him, gaze fixed on Namping's spread pussy. "A- Alpha, please."
Keng swears, chin dropping to his chest, a low groan torn from his throat. "Omega." His hand moves fast over his cock, now aimed at Namping's belly, and with a wild spike of pleasure, Namping realizes what Keng means to do. What his alpha is probably desperate to do, the same way Namping's omega is desperate to submit and be good.
"You can mark me," he tells the alpha as he watches Keng's cock slip through his tight fist, flushed so dark like it's angry, his knot fat too, balls swollen and drawn tight to Keng's body. Namping's gaze focuses on the precum wet at Keng's slit and he licks his lips, arching his back slightly off the floor. "You- You can get me messy, alpha, please—"
Keng starts to come with a gasp, a choked sound as he spills wet over Namping's trembling stomach, spurt after long spurt of his cum, the scent of it so musky and thick. Namping's omega goes wild at the claim, both submissive and aggressive, mewling as Keng uses the tip of his cock to push the mess around Namping's pale belly like he's possessed by his own alpha to do so.
His cock is still swollen so big, so hot against Namping's skin. "Alpha, a-ah."
"Omega," Keng breathes out, and then he's bending over, lowering his chest to the floor. He pulls at Namping's thighs until they're spread so wide that Namping can feel the strain, the clench of his exposed entrance, and then Keng covers Namping's pussy with his mouth.
Namping gasps, body trying to curl up from the new sensation, the bursting heat. "W- Wait, you shouldn't—"
"Need you to come again," Keng says, all growl, his tongue laving hot and wide over the sensitive skin of Namping's pussy, his clit and his puffy folds. "You taste heavenly. Namping-ah."
Namping flushes with embarrassment, with desire that feels so urgent and animal, Namping is mindless with it. The heat in his belly draws tighter, pussy clenching up helplessly under Keng's licks, over and over. "Ah, ahh!"
It's too much, Keng's firm licks where Namping is soaked and needy, the way he suckles at Namping's clit and the pleasure sparks brighter, too intense for Namping to stop it. And on top of all that, he smells like Keng's. That claiming scent of Keng's cum on his skin, the scent of his own arousal, the memory of how good it felt to rub himself over the swell of Keng's knot and fantasize about taking his cock inside. His pussy contracts at the thought, greedy, too empty, and Namping starts to whine, "Alpha, n- need it, please, more—"
Something gently nudges at Namping's entrance, Keng pulling back just to part Namping's slick, delicate folds and then suck wet kisses over his clit as a finger slowly squeezes inside Namping's heat, and just like that, Namping's body is seized by another orgasm.
He comes so hard, his walls clamping desperately around the single finger inside, hips jerking under Keng's mouth. "Hyung," Namping sobs, reaching down with shaky hands, whimpering loudly when Keng starts to lap up all the slick from his entrance. Namping doesn't push Keng away, but he curls his fingers around Keng's shoulders and squirms. "I- I can't, please."
Dazed with the aftershocks of so much pleasure, new and overwhelming, Namping's body is limp when Keng pulls back. He lifts Namping from the floor and into his arms, face burying at the side of Namping's neck, and Keng smells so strongly now of omega slick after eating Namping out that he mewls, shuddering.
"Baby," Keng purrs, holding Namping's wet body close. "I've got you, I'm sorry, was that too much?"
Namping shakes his head. He isn't sure how Keng has the energy to be holding him up right now, but he's grateful. The contact, his bare skin against Keng's, feels so nice. His own omega purrs at the attention.
"I got carried away," Keng mumbles. "I didn't want to scare you."
"You didn't," Namping answers quickly, making himself pull back just far enough to meet Keng's dark eyes, his breath hitching at how close their faces are. "It- It just felt like a lot. I've never done any of that before... but I'm glad it was with you," he adds in a softer voice, shy because of how much he means it.
Keng's throat bobs with a swallow. "Sweetheart. Can I ask you something? You can say no."
Namping nods, tipping his cheek onto Keng's shoulder to rest when holding eye contact becomes too much, Keng's gaze too intense, too knowing.
"When you get your heat... call me, and not your manager-hyung. Let me take care of you."
There's a hitch of surprise in Namping's chest, breath stuttering. His stomach twists nervously. "Really?"
"If you'll have me," Keng says warmly, "I'd like to be your first. Satisfy you in the way omegas in heat were meant to be satisfied, hm?"
Namping is already awash in heat just thinking about it, his omega howling with satisfaction at the idea, but he finds himself blurting out, "But you're so big."
Keng's laugh is startled, the smile that follows it so clearly fond. "Sweet little omega, I won't hurt you. Your body is able to stretch for it, especially in heat. Trust me to make it good for you so that you only feel blinding pleasure. Do you want that?"
Namping thinks maybe he shouldn't decide this so quickly, so rashly, while he's still held close to Keng's naked body and wearing his scent claim.
But he wants it. He would be lying to pretend otherwise, and they both know it.
Namping nods, and Keng presses a gentle kiss to the front of Namping's throat, voice rumbling, "Then it's a date, Park Namping."
Chapter 2
Despite how overwhelmed Namping was during the entire bathhouse trip — embarrassed, too, by how desperate and shameless he was, even if Keng reassured him again and again that Namping was perfect for him — he still feels much more relaxed in the days following it. His skin feels softer from the scrubbing, his muscles a little less sore after soaking. He feels lighter, too, from the toxins he sweat out while lying in the sauna with his head pillowed on Keng's thigh, a towel soaked in cold water over his forehead.
It doesn't stop the yearning, though.
They washed up after fooling around that night — well, Keng did the washing while Namping leaned back into him, legs still shaky — but even after being scrubbed clean, Namping's omega could sense Keng's claim. He can feel it like a pulsing heat in his belly where he had Keng's cum smeared over his skin, right over his womb, and he can sense how his omega still yearns for the alpha's scent and touch days later.
Namping doesn't fight with his omega on the feeling, because he wants it just as much.
He likes feeling like he belongs to the older alpha, a secret they both share that has Namping stuttering when he greets Keng on set only to be met with a warmly amused smile, and then dark, hungry looks when Keng thinks Namping isn't paying attention. Looks that say, Mine, my omega.
Namping trembles with how much he likes it.
It's worse at night, when even exhaustion can't stop the thoughts that fill Namping's mind, the fevered fantasies of Keng making Namping his in every way, claiming, filling, breeding—
It's the preheat, Namping lies to himself as he gets naked under the covers of his bed at night and frantically rubs at himself, teeth digging into his lip so he doesn't cry out at the pleasure, how fast it builds when Namping remembers how it felt rubbing himself on Keng's cock.
His fingers aren't long enough to satisfy himself, but the need swells too fast for Namping to stop and find a toy. When he comes, it's with one finger tucked just inside his pussy, walls greedily clamping down as Namping's thighs jerk through his orgasm, moaning out for an alpha who can't hear his cries.
Please, Namping thinks, tears stinging his eyes, omega howling inside for their mate. Please, hyung, I need you.
Namping shouldn't be surprised when he goes into heat the next day.
The first thing Keng says to him is, "Namping-ah. Did you get enough sleep?"
His dark eyebrows are already furrowed in concern, hand reaching out to circle Namping's wrist even if that's unusual behavior between the two of them on set. Namping thinks back to how he desperately made himself come late last night and flushes, rosy cheeks growing even warmer. "I- I'm fine, hyungnim, thank you."
Keng seems to pick up on Namping's shyness then, on the fact they can't give away that they're closer than co-stars when they're on set like this. "Okay. But please let me know if you're feel unwell."
A tingle of pleasure works its way down Namping's spine at the concern, the attention from the alpha who has marked him, and something in Namping's scent must change, because Keng's eyes go wide. His lips part, and Namping catches his nostrils flaring before he clenches up his hands into fists, stepping away.
Is Namping's scent that intense?
"Namping-ah," Keng says in a low, quiet voice, one that leaves no room for argument. "If you start to feel different, please come get me. No matter what. Promise hyung."
"I- I promise," Namping stutters, the words coming out breathless for some reason he can't really grasp, and Keng lets out his own exhale of relief.
Namping only has a few lines in some group scenes, and he's grateful for it when it becomes harder and harder to focus as the evening goes on. He feels flushed, almost dizzy, and it's only when another omega cast member pulls him aside that Namping realizes what's happening.
"Namping-ah," Yoonhye says, her eyes wide. "You're nearly in heat, you need to go home. Is there someone you can call...?"
Heat?
Oh.
Is that what Keng meant earlier... Namping's belly twists thinking about it, about Keng able to smell his heat on him hours ago and reacting so strongly because of it.
"I'm fine," Namping says, but even as the words leave his lips in a hoarse whisper, he can see Keng heading towards them. "I'll be fine, noona, but thank you."
"I already talked to his manager, I can give him a ride back to his dorm," Keng says in a deep voice, that tone again that has Namping aching a little with the need to submit, to obey. "Namping-ah, is that okay?"
Namping nods without thinking, the heat inside him stirring hungrily just from Keng's scent up close. Yoonhye isn't unaffected by Keng's dominance either, and finally lets Namping go with a quiet, "Please take care," as Keng wraps his arm low around Namping's waist.
It's too easy to curl into Keng's side, sighing at the dark burst of satisfaction in Keng's scent as they head out of the building, the protective arm still curled around him. Even with the need growing, that horrible feral urge that will grip Namping soon and tell him the only thing that matters is being bred... his omega feels more settled like this. Almost content, now that they're with their alpha.
"You're purring," Keng murmurs, nodding to a security guard watching the door as they make their way to Keng's car. "Namping-ah, how am I supposed to survive this with how sweet you are, huh?"
Namping barely registers the words as Keng helps him into the front passenger seat of the car. It smells clean inside the vehicle, mostly, but it smells like Keng too, his woodsy alpha musk, and Namping tries to nuzzle at Keng's arm as he's buckling Namping into his seat. Namping whines when Keng pulls back, a pathetic little mewl escaping his lips that makes Keng's eyes flash.
"Fuck," Keng whispers. "Baby, listen to me. I said I would take care of you, but I have to get you home first. Does it hurt yet?"
It's hard to focus on the words when everything spoken in Keng's low voice goes straight to Namping's gut, but he eventually shakes his head. "Just- Just need you." Namping's breath hitches before he adds, "I'm empty, alpha."
Keng ducks his head and swears again. "I know. I know, sweetheart."
It's an uncomfortable tease, being in a car with an alpha that Namping wants so badly but can't climb on top of, an alpha he can smell, that tempting musk, but can't put his mouth on. And it only gets worse when they hit traffic and Keng tries to calmly explain it will be another 20 minutes at least.
"Hyung," Namping begs softly when the car is stopped, his thighs squeezing together even though it just draws attention to how soaked Namping's underwear is, the wetness he can feel against his folds. "Please, I- I need something inside, 's too empty."
"Sweetheart," Keng growls, reaching over to grip Namping's thigh, squeezing at the firm flesh. A breathless moan tears itself from Namping's throat, his head dropping back at the pleasure that sparks through him from the touch. "Just a little longer."
But Namping can't wait. Not with Keng's scent so thick in the car like this, with his pussy throbbing for something, anything. Namping unbuttons his jeans and starts to shove them down, and Keng's sharp inhale is followed by a deeper growl.
"Namping—"
"Please," Namping moans, rubbing himself over his underwear, cheeks hot even on top of the flush of his heat fever. Anyone could look in the car window and see what he's doing. Keng can see what he's doing, different from Namping hiding under his covers in bed, or grinding on Keng in the bathhouse, their lower halves hidden under the water.
"Omega," Keng says in a low voice, so stern that it makes Namping shiver, makes him clench up. "Aren't you going to get the seat of my car all wet?"
"Sorry," Namping mewls, but he doesn't stop touching himself, fingers working over his swollen clit through the soaked material of his panties, clumsy circles as his toes curl and his face burns hot.
There's another rough Fuck from Keng, his scent spiking in a way that gets Namping wetter, and then he's reaching over the center console, capturing Namping's fingers and huffing out a laugh at Namping's immediate whine.
"Need it—"
"I know." There's a new, slick touch, gentle but sure, and Namping gasps out when two of Keng's fingers slip inside his panties, tracing over the soft skin, the damp heat. "Hyung knows. Will this shut you up until we get home, little one?"
It's purposefully teasing, Namping can hear it in the alpha's voice, but he doesn't care. He mewls and nods, hips lifting impatiently when Keng's two fingers stroke down his sensitive folds as they seek out his opening, slowly pushing into the clenching heat of his pussy.
It doesn't hurt, not even with two. It's not the same as a cock, but Namping moans in satisfaction all the same.
Namping can feel how his walls tighten up greedily, his breath coming out in quick pants as Keng shallowly fucks inside. The noise of it is already squelching-wet, and humiliation floods Namping even as he spreads his legs wider, hips rocking as much as they can with the seatbelt holding him in place. He stares at Keng's arm, dress shirt rolled up to his elbow, the tensed muscle as his fingers work.
It's overwhelming and new, so blissfully new, how much better Keng's fingers feel inside than his own, rough in the exact way Namping's pussy throbs for. "Hyung, ah—"
"Better?" Keng asks. He isn't looking at Namping, eyes on the road, and Namping whimpers as they slowly pass more cars, more people who could look over and see Namping being fingered open in the passenger seat. "Answer me."
"Y- Yes, alpha, it's—" Namping cuts off when Keng's palm puts pressure over his clit, his fingers curling just right inside, stroking a spot that has Namping shuddering at the intensity of the pleasure. "It's so much."
"Don't worry about the car," Keng says, fingers working faster as he slows to another stop. When he glances over at Namping, his stare is dark, almost wild with desire. "Don't worry about getting it messy or about anyone watching, baby, just look at me."
Namping does, eyes fluttering at the pleasure, at how quickly it builds inside him. He wonders how much of this shamelessness can even be blamed on his heat — wouldn't he want this anyway? Wouldn't he let Keng do whatever he wanted, as long as it felt as irresistibly good as this does?
"Alpha," Namping cries.
"Omega," Keng growls out, and to Namping's embarrassment, the word is almost drowned out by the wet sounds Namping's pussy makes. "I want you to squirt for me. Can you do that? Pull your panties aside for hyung and let go when you're close."
Blushing, fevered, and thoughts swimming, Namping nods and does as Keng says. He pulls the material of his ruined panties to the side until it's digging into the crease of his thigh, the cool air over his exposed pussy its own kind of bliss. "Oh," Namping gasps, legs dropping open wider, pussy pulsing and clenching up with how much he needs to come, "oh, it feels— 'm gonna come, ah, please," Namping begs, voice climbing higher.
"Yeah? Come on then, baby, let them see. Let anyone looking see how well you take your alpha, how hard I can make you come."
"Wait—" Namping cuts off with a whimper, suddenly overwhelmed by the thought that someone could be staring down at his bare pussy right now, swollen and dark with arousal, that they could be watching Namping's needy little hole take Keng's fingers—
"They can look, but only I get to fuck you like this," Keng says, fingers moving so fast they're a blur, and Namping's eyes squeeze shut when he starts to come with a cry, squirting out around Keng's fingers.
It's the first time Namping has ever squirted. Even when his thighs start to shake, trying to close at the uncontrollable, deep pleasure, Keng doesn't stop. He just fucks his fingers in harder, and Namping gasps and keeps coming, burst after burst of it, his pussy throbbing hotly around Keng's fingers.
"That's it," Keng tells him, slowing down the motion of his hand when he starts to drive again but keeping his fingers tucked inside, letting Namping's tender walls squeeze around them again and again as he moans weakly and twists on the car seat. "There you go, sweetheart, we're almost there."
Namping comes twice more like that, delirious with heat, thighs soaked from his own slick and spread wide until Namping thinks someone has to have seen him. Keng murmurs dirty praises, letting Namping grind his aching clit against the alpha's palm, too, until the heat inside him tightens so fast that the pleasure is unbearable. Namping shudders and hiccups through a fourth orgasm, head lolling back on the seat when Keng draws his fingers out so he can park.
Namping catches a glimpse of Keng sucking his fingers past his lips, and his cunt throbs.
The car smells so strongly of arousal, heat, of Namping's needy pussy. He glances in the mirror and isn't surprised how flushed he is, cheeks dark pink, his pupils blown and his lips puffy and wet.
"Baby," Keng breathes out, getting out of the car to unbuckle Namping and help him back into his pants, even if his clothes are all uncomfortably soaked. "It's so hard to not just fuck you right here—"
"Please," Namping interrupts with a gasp, and Keng laughs.
"—but you deserve a bed. Can you listen to me for a second, sweetheart? We're going to go up and rinse off in the shower, drink some water, and then hyung will let you nest. And then," Keng reaches out to gently grip Namping's chin, forcing Namping to meet his gaze. There's something so dark and possessive there, so undeniably alpha, that Namping can feel a purr rumbling inside him before he can stop it. "And then I'll fuck you and knot you like you deserve."
Namping licks his lips and nods. There's a small voice of reason in the back of his mind now that's he's coming down from his orgasms, a voice that wonders what Keng told his manager to agree to this, or why Keng hasn't asked if Namping is on birth control yet, or why Keng — who could have anyone he wants, realistically, including someone his own age — is so ready to be Namping's first.
But Namping ignores the voice, the questioning thoughts. All he knows is that he wants Keng for his heat, and no one else. His voice hitches with his purr when he says, "Please, alpha," and Keng's grin is slow and handsome, his teeth glinting sharply before he answers, "Then let's get you upstairs."
 
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Keng is surprised by his own self-control when he carries Namping up to his apartment, both of them soaked in the scent of Namping's heat, and doesn't take him as soon as they're inside the front door.
Keng has plenty of experience, so an eagerness to fuck isn't the issue, but something about Namping is just... different. His alpha senses it, possessive in a way it's never been before, in a way that Keng knows isn't fair to Namping, but he can't just turn off his instincts. He wonders if some of that possessiveness, the protectiveness he feels that has him desperate to be Namping's first, is how he can get through stripping and bathing Namping in the shower, the omega clinging to Keng's naked body, feverish and mewling.
God, his mewling. The sound of it is too sweet to be real. Almost as sweet as the high gasp that leaves Namping's lips when Keng's fingers brush between his thighs, making sure to rinse Namping off there, too.
"There you go," Keng tells him once they're finished with their quick shower, wrapping Namping up in a towel even as he tries to feebly rub himself over Keng's straining cock, tries to nose his way to the side of Keng's neck until the alpha feels soft lips brush his scent gland and has to pull back before he really does lose control.
Mine, the alpha inside him roars, making Keng feel more wolf than man.
"Hyung," Namping whines, eyes glassy and cheeks rosy pink, and Keng cups Namping's face between his hands, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the tip of Namping's cute nose.
"Baby," Keng murmurs back, and Namping's eyes flutter shut, lips parting with a little sigh.
Maybe Keng shouldn't be so surprised at his self-control, with how fond he is of Namping. How even underneath the lust and the aching desire to ruin Namping so he'll never want anyone else, there's still concern. Still the urge to take care of the omega and show him how much pleasure his body can experience.
Keng leads Namping to his bedroom and feels something like relief when Namping squirms out of his arms to settle onto the bed, already rearranging the blankets and pillows, making himself a nest. Keng leaves him to get water and then almost laughs when he returns only to realize that Namping tracked down some of Keng's lightly-worn dirty clothes — sweatpants, some t-shirts, things he wears around his apartment before stripping for bed — and has included those in his nest too.
Almost laughs, but doesn't, because Namping is still naked and beautiful, surrounding himself with Keng's scent, and the sight drives Keng absolutely fucking crazy. How many times did Keng imagine this during his rut? And now Namping is here, a fantasy come to life, willing and trusting and smelling so enticingly sweet.
"Namping-ah," Keng says warmly, unwrapping the towel from around his own waist. He sits on the edge of the bed, patting his lap, and Namping shyly crawls over to him, his heat scent so strong now it's no wonder he's barely responding with words. "Come drink some water for me, angel."
With a nod and a soft hitch of breath, Namping lets Keng guide him over his lap, sitting his plump ass down on Keng's thighs and obediently parting his lips when Keng tips the water bottle to them for Namping to drink.
The intimacy of this, having this beautiful omega in his lap who lets Keng provide for him, has Keng's chest puffing with an instinctual kind of pride. We can take care of him, the alpha inside him preens, as if Keng isn't also the one who corrupted Namping to begin with.
Namping manages half the bottle before shaking his head that he's done, and Keng rests his palm over Namping's forehead to check his temperature. Warm because of his heat, obviously, but not dangerously so. Namping leans into the touch, lips still parted and wet, and Keng asks in a low voice, already knowing the answer, "Do you still want this, Namping-ah?"
"Please." The word bursts out of Namping, a breathless plea. "Please, alpha, need you."
"I know," Keng mumbles, setting the water bottle aside and keeping one arm wrapped around Namping's waist, the other smoothing down his chest, his belly. Namping shudders at the touch. "I'm here to help, and you'll be a good boy for me, won't you, sweetheart? Do everything hyung says?"
Namping bites at his lip and nods. Keng smirks, and then leans in and kisses Namping deeply.
Namping is surprised by the kiss, from the sharp breath he draws in, the way his fingers curl unsteadily where his hand rests against Keng's chest. He kisses back tentatively, letting Keng lead with hungrier kisses, and the wolf inside Keng howls when his fingers dip down between Namping's thighs and find him soaking again, pussy swollen and hot.
Namping moans shakily into Keng's kisses. "H- Hyung, ah."
"So wet," Keng growls. The sweet scent of Namping's slick fills his nose until his mouth is watering for it, even if all that his fingers are doing is gently tracing Namping's soft folds, teasing the sensitive skin. He breaks the kiss and ducks his head, lips capturing one of Namping's dark nipples instead, and Namping cries out and tries to squeeze his thighs together, Keng's hand trapped between them. "Sensitive here too?"
"Mmh, yeah," Namping huffs, already panting. "Please. It's empty again, my- my pussy is empty, alpha, I need you."
Keng's teeth scrape Namping's nipple on accident when he growls, and Namping shivers, gushing more slick beneath Keng's fingers. "Sweet omega. It's a good thing we're doing this after my rut, huh? I would've already had you on all fours, fucking you into the mattress, leaving your poor virgin cunt so sore."
Namping wails, turning his face into Keng's neck, clinging to him. "P- Please, please, want it—"
"Shh, you don't have to beg so much," Keng tells him, even as he lays Namping out on the bed, kissing down his lean chest, his stomach. His scent is so heady and irresistible, fertile, calling to Keng to breed him. "So gorgeous, so perfect for me Namping-ah, but I want to taste you first."
Namping's eyes widen, his gaze all confused innocence and need, and Keng feels that shameful ache in his teeth of wanting to bite Namping just to mark him, to hear his soft cries.
Keng curls his fingers around Namping's legs and gets them bent and spread, exposing his swollen pussy, even the clenching little furl of his asshole. He has to bite back another growl, settling down onto his stomach and nuzzling at the inside of Namping's thigh as his head swims, momentarily overwhelmed by how strong Namping's scent is here, so sweet and alluring.
Namping whimpers, toes curling where his feet dangle helplessly in the air, letting Keng manhandle and spread him. "Alpha."
"It's okay," Keng hushes him, voice just a little bit patronizing as he presses a kiss to Namping's clit, already swollen stiff, twitching each time Namping clenches up. "Fuck. I could just eat you up, Namping-ah."
Namping's breath hitches, and then Keng is dropping his mouth open, lapping at the dark pink of Namping's folds, like soft petals that spread wetly with each lick. Namping's back arches, trying to press closer immediately, hands fisting into the bedding on either side of him.
His face turns to nuzzle at something, and with a hot lurch in his belly, Keng realizes Namping is nosing at a pair of Keng's worn sweatpants.
"Omega," he growls against Namping's pussy, the sweet taste of slick on his tongue, the heat of Namping spread for him, so vulnerable and needy. "You're that desperate for alpha's cock?"
"Yes," Namping agrees without hesitation, and Keng huffs out a laugh, even with his tongue rubbing firm over Namping's sensitive clit, two fingers finding their way to Namping's entrance, slick and clenching, invitingly soft.
"Tell me again," Keng says, swallowing. He can feel the throb of his own cock down between his legs, the way it aches to be buried inside Namping's heat, "Tell me again how no one has ever had you before."
It takes Namping a minute to respond, his mouth dropped open with a silent cry as Keng's fingers press in, slowly filling him. He flicks his tongue over Namping's clit and finally the omega is moaning out, "Only you. No, ah, no one's ever touched me but you, alpha. I've never done any of this before, y- you're my first."
There's a roar inside Keng's chest, the simple beast appeased by Namping's words, by the way he squeezes so tightly around Keng's fingers even as he's begging for Keng's cock.
"Good boy," Keng rumbles out, and then he's curling his fingers, stroking harder until Namping gasps, hips lifting off the bed, his holes trying to clench up so desperately his whole pussy twitches with it.
"Hyung," Namping chokes out, flushed and pretty, his face scrunched with the building pleasure. "Hyung w- wait, it's gonna, it feels, ahh—"
"Can you squirt for me?" Keng asks, fingers fucking inside at a faster pace, squelching with how wet Namping is. "That's it, sweetheart, come for me. Just let go for hyung."
Namping's body is so tense, straining, even as his pussy opens so perfectly for Keng, and when he comes he gasps with each wet spurt that arcs out of him, splashes coaxed out by Keng's fingers until Namping is jerking away, trembling, moaning that it's too much.
Keng can feel how swollen the omega is inside, how tightly Namping's pussy grips him, milking his orgasm for wave after wave of blinding pleasure. Another time he would keep going, make Namping take it until he's delirious from coming so much, but—
But Keng's self-control is slipping too fast. Any longer and he really will hurt Namping in his feral desperation to bury himself inside this whimpering omega in heat.
"Fuck," Keng swears, rising up to his knees, his arm and his chin and his neck dripping with Namping's squirt but he wears Namping's scent with pride, leaning down to hungrily capture Namping's lips.
"Alpha," Namping mewls. His whole body gives a hard shudder when Keng rubs the swollen head of his cock through Namping's folds, coating himself in Namping's slick, so hot and hard and huge compared to Namping's blushing pussy, folds chubby but small, his entrance already a darker red from taking Keng's fingers. "In, in—"
Keng leans back down and nips at Namping's plump lips to quiet him. "What happened to being afraid of taking something so big, little omega?" he teases, kissing his way down Namping's throat, able to smell the spike in Namping's scent when he submits for the alpha, a natural response to having a mouth on his bared throat.
"I- I want it big," Namping stutters, obviously unsure but too needy to care. "Don't care if it hurts, ah, being empty hurts more—"
Swallowing back a growl, Keng reaches down between them to line himself up, mesmerized again at how big his cock looks in comparison to Namping, almost monstrous against the soft pale of Namping's lower tummy, his glistening dark folds. "There we go," Keng mumbles, his cockhead nudging down and angling in to slip over Namping's fluttering opening.
There's resistance there, along with the pulsing warmth. "Let me into this needy virgin pussy, honey," Keng says.
Namping whimpers.
Keng's arousal is already drawn tight and pulsing in his groin, as hard as he is. He uses his thumb to rub wet circles over Namping's swollen clit to distract him from being split open and Namping keens, head tossing back when Keng starts to push inside.
It's so tight. So achingly, blindingly tight. Keng pauses at Namping's louder whimper but then he's squirming, trying to take more, even with his face crumpling as if in pain. "Omega," Keng growls, pinching at Namping's clit, and he gets both a yelp and a gush of more slick around his cock in response. Shit. "Stay still."
Namping trembles, and Keng leans over his body on an impulse to nip at Namping's throat. A shudder of submission follows. A meek cry.
And then Namping lets him in.
He opens for the stretch, still so tight but not clamped up like before, so that Keng can steadily sink his cock inside. Rubbing over Namping's sensitive clit helps too, he thinks, with how the omega starts to mewl in what could only be pleasure, licking his lips and curling his fingers into the bedding again until Keng is as deep as he can fit, cockhead kissing Namping's cervix.
"Alpha," Namping slurs, breathless and dazed. "Inside me?"
"Yeah." Keng isn't sure if he wants to laugh or growl at how good it feels, soft and squeezing. An almost forbidden heat around his cock, an innocent omega who let a much older alpha force his way inside. Keng is flushed with how much he likes it when he continues, "Yeah, baby, I'm inside you. How do you feel?"
"Stuffed," Namping moans. Keng starts to rock forward, just barely sliding in and out, and Namping babbles on, "So full, hyung, it's deep, you- you're all the way inside me, ah."
Namping's words, soft and high and almost confused, have the need to just slam his hips forward and take building at a frantic pace inside Keng.
Mine, the alpha howls, knot already swelling near the base of Keng's cock. Mine to breed, only mine.
"Please," Namping begs, and Keng starts to thrust.
It's messy, as wet as Namping is, the slick sounds of Keng fucking inside. It's tight, clenching heat, nonstop, like Namping's pussy is determined to squeeze at Keng until he's spilling inside. Keng wonders if any of it is intentional on Namping's part, or if it's instinct that has him so hungry for Keng's cock.
God, but Namping is ethereal underneath Keng like this, flushed red from his cheeks down his chest, nipples pebbled stiff, his small omega tits that have swelled slightly with his heat bouncing each time Keng thrusts. His face will scrunch up one moment and then go slack with pleasure the next, lips parted and wet, the rim of his pussy clinging to Keng's cock when he draws out only to shove back in, ears filled with Namping's sweet gasps.
"Too much?" Keng makes himself ask.
"Yes," Namping answers, and then, "Don't stop, please, d- don't stop."
Keng ducks his head and swears.
He does this for Namping, yes, fucking him so deeply because Namping is lost in his heat, biology telling him he needs this. But Keng loses himself in it too. He growls and grips Namping's hips tight enough to leave bruises, pulling the omega down onto his cock, their hips meeting with wet slaps. He forces his knot inside even as it swells bigger and tears leak out of the corners of Namping's eyes but he never stops begging, whimpering for it until Keng realizes why.
Namping's orgasm takes them both by surprise, a loud cry and splashing heat that forces Keng's cock out. He lines up and pushes back in, fucking Namping through it, feeling the rhythmic clamp of the omega's pussy milk his cock as he rides out his orgasm, dribbling wetly where he's stuffed so full of Keng's cock that even squirting can't push it out fully.
"There you go," Keng coos, panting, leaning down over Namping's shivering body. He grinds his knot against Namping's clenching entrance until Namping lets him in, pussy stretching, a pulsing warmth around Keng's aching knot. "That's it, sweetheart, take it like that. Are you ready for my cum?" Keng's words start to slur together too in his excitement, his desperation. "Ready for alpha to pump you full, huh?"
"Please!" Namping gasps. "Ah, breed me, a- alpha—"
Keng's hips work with deep shoves, hunched over with his face buried at the side of Namping's sweaty neck when he finally starts to come. It's a flood of relief, spilling into Namping's pussy, his knot throbbing with each spurt of it. His body senses he's trying to breed up an omega in heat and his release lasts for minutes because of it, that primitive bliss of filling Namping until it has to take.
"Alpha," Namping sobs, shuddering through what might be another orgasm for him too, and this time Keng thinks to reach down and rub at Namping's clit as he's coming, swallowing his cries with open kisses when Namping arches off the bed and his pussy contracts so sweetly around Keng's cock.
"You're okay," Keng rasps, and Namping hiccups out a quiet sob.
Keng drifts a little as he comes down from his orgasm, nuzzling and nibbling at Namping's scent gland, drunk on the pleasure of breeding, of heat. There's a special kind of satisfaction, too, knowing that he's the first and only alpha to ever fill Namping like this, that the soft and sopping heat of Namping's pussy has only ever known Keng's seed.
It's an animal pleasure, a shameful one. The same urge that gripped Keng when he spilled over Namping's belly that night, marking him with his scent so boldly.
But Keng doesn't care. He finally lets himself breathe that word out loud, "Mine," as he sucks at Namping's nipple just to draw another shiver of pleasure from the omega lying underneath him.
"How do you feel?" Keng asks when he's stopped coming but his knot is still swollen full, too big to comfortably pull out. His voice is low and rough from growling, and Namping's whine comes out soft, somehow both needy and contented.
"Full. Happy," Namping adds with a sigh, arms shyly reaching up to wrap around Keng's shoulders. "Hyung bred me."
"I did," Keng says, kissing Namping's cheek. "Are you a little sore, huh?" Keng reaches down to brush his fingers over Namping's clit and the omega's teeth sink into his lip immediately, biting back a startled cry of pleasure at the touch.
"I- I don't know, 's just full. You made my pussy so hot and full, hyung," Namping moans, walls clenching frantically around Keng's cock again, and it's only seconds before Namping's body is tensing, and then convulsing with another orgasm.
Fuck. He's so sensitive.
Keng nibbles at Namping's ear, cock jerking weakly where it's still buried inside Namping's heat. "I'm going to keep you full for as long as your heat lasts, sweet omega. How does that sound?"
"Good," Namping moans, and it's real fondness that spreads warm through Keng's chest as he nuzzles their faces together, both of them resting as they wait out the knot.

As soon as the knot slips out, a wet tug accompanied by Keng's mumbled reassurances, Namping is crying out for more, fat tears rolling down his cheeks, the heat fever keeping his face rosy.
He's beautiful in a way Keng still can't wrap his head around. Namping's pillowy, slightly chapped lips, his heaving chest, and lower down, his folds puffy and still flushed dark from sex — he's just beautiful. Keng doesn't remember what life was like before he started lusting after Namping, and now the omega is his, inside and out, both their wolves content with this breeding.
This time, knowing that Namping can take it, Keng doesn't hold back. He gives into what his alpha has wanted from the start, acting purely on instinct when he rolls Namping over onto his belly, grabbing at his slender hips to get his ass up in the air, presented, pussy already leaking the mess of Keng's cum.
It spills pale down his swollen folds, dripping to the bed, the heavy scent of Keng's claim. He growls, and Namping hiccups with another sob.
"Omega," Keng soothes, covering Namping's back with his broad body, cock rubbing messy over Namping's flushed pussy. The scent of Namping's need has Keng growing hard again, although he never went fully soft.
"Alpha," Namping calls back tearily, arching his back to press closer to Keng's groin, so endearingly desperate for it. "In- Inside, please, ahh."
"Can this little pussy take it again so soon?" Keng asks, reaching down to line himself up, groaning at the way Namping's entrance is already fluttering beneath his cockhead. Squeezing again and again, even though there's nothing inside yet for Namping's pussy to be trying to tighten up around. "Answer me."
"Can!" Namping cries. "I can, my- my little pussy can take it, please." His words come out rushed and embarrassed, voice rasping and low despite how high Namping's moans are.
Keng's hips twitch with the urge to rut forward. "Baby—"
"Fuck me," Namping begs. So Keng stops resisting.
He sinks into Namping's heat, still just as tight as before, but now more swollen with arousal, more soaked with slick and cum. He wishes he could see it when his cock drags out, see it streaked white with his release and see the dark pink of Namping's pussy tremble and spread when Keng fucks into him.
But this position feels too right to move now. Mounting this needy omega, cock shoved so deeply into Namping's pussy that he whimpers and claws at the bed, the muscle of his shoulders flexing, his head turning so Keng can see Namping's thick lips part when he moans.
"That's it," Keng says, arousal pulsing hot inside him, cock heavy and throbbing with it. "That's it, baby."
Keng pounds him until his growing knot is slapping wetly against Namping's folds, until Namping squirts and Keng rumbles out a laugh, feeding his cock back inside, holding Namping tighter. He truly lets go — he's rough, fucking hard in a way that feels so natural to do, on top of an omega begging to be bred. When it comes time to work his swelling knot into Namping's stretched entrance, Keng doesn't hold back.
He bites hard at the scruff of Namping's neck, the enticingly smooth, unmarked skin, and Namping shouts.
"Ah!" he cries, body slumping in submission, tight cunt finally letting Keng shove his knot inside. Namping convulses when he does, moaning weakly when Keng sets his teeth back into Namping's skin, keeping the omega docile under his bite as the knot pushes roughly into Namping's squeezing walls.
Keng is delirious with his pleasure when he starts to come. His hips don't stop moving, grinding forward until Namping is tensing up again, gasping through an orgasm and pulsing around Keng's knot as he spills inside. The pumping relief, the way it feels to come inside a fertile omega, can't be compared to anything else. Keng laps apologetically at the teeth marks he's left on Namping's neck and continues to fill him, each jerk of his cock dribbling more of his seed into Namping's waiting womb.
They're both quiet except for soft moans, Namping's panting and then the rumbling vibrations of Namping's purr.
Stuck on an alpha's knot for the second time in an hour and he's purring. Fuck. Keng is so helplessly in love. "Namping-ah."
They're lowered to the bed now, Namping nearly lying flat on his belly except for his hips still raised, thighs spread so Keng's pelvis can fit snug against Namping's pussy. He turns his head and makes a little chirp of a questioning noise.
"Namping-ah, baby, still feeling okay?" Keng asks in a low voice. The omega has to be sore — his entrance is probably all red and raw, his folds swollen and dripping — but there's no spike of pain in his scent, no distress. Just a settled, sated omega in heat.
"Mmm. Feels..."
"What?"
"Feels good for the first time," Namping whispers. "Being in heat. Like I- I did what I was supposed to, for the first time. Just feels good," he sighs, and Keng presses a gentle kiss to Namping's nape, grinning at the way it makes Namping shiver and tighten up.
"Hyung is glad that it feels good. You can stay here as long as you need to, okay?"
Namping squirms at that, shifting his hips back. "I can?" There's hope in his voice, plain and innocent, and Keng tucks his nose right up against Namping's swollen scent gland, breathing him in. Letting it settle his own loud, possessive instincts.
"Yeah. You really can."
End Notes
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