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The afternoon sun warmed the small living room as Fuma unpacked the last box of books. Beside him, Euijoo was carefully placing two matching mugs on the kitchen counter.

They had been inseparable since the day Euijoo’s family moved to Japan. Euijoo was much younger, quiet and easily overwhelmed by new places.

From the very beginning, Fuma’s instincts told him to step up. He protected Euijoo on the playground, walked him home from school and carried his heavy backpack when the heat grew too strong. Taking care of Euijoo was as natural to Fuma as breathing.

When Fuma landed his first real job in the big city, he prepared to live alone.But Euijoo’s parents had visited him with warm smiles and heavy hearts. They wanted Euijoo to attend a top university in the city but they worried about sending him off by himself.

"Please take him with you, Fuma," Euijoo’s mother had asked, holding his hands with deep trust. "There is no one else in the world we trust more with our son."

Fuma could never say no to them. So, they signed a lease on a cozy two-bedroom apartment.

For months, their life together was simple and sweet. Fuma worked long hours at his office, while Euijoo spent his days in lecture halls and libraries.

They built a quiet routine: Fuma cooked dinner, Euijoo washed the dishes and they shared hot tea on the couch every evening. Fuma treated Euijoo with the same protective, elder-brother warmth he always had, entirely unaware of the subtle changes happening under their roof.

Because Euijoo had presented as an Omega much later than average, neither of them was prepared for what was coming. Euijoo was still learning how to understand his new body, his shifting instincts and the overwhelming vulnerability that came with it. Shy and embarrassed by his late presentation, Euijoo kept his struggles completely hidden, relying on scent-blocking patches and heavy sweaters to keep his secret safe.

That was, until one quiet Sunday afternoon changed everything.

​It started ordinary enough. Euijoo was away at the university library finishing up a group project, leaving the apartment quiet. Fuma was cleaning up the apartment.He gathered up the scattered laundry baskets and humming softly under his breath as he loaded the washing machine. When the cycle finished, he reached in, pulling out the warm, damp clothes to transfer them over to the dryer.

As he reached into the tub, his fingers brushed against something impossibly thin and delicate.

Fuma pulled it out, expecting a stray dish towel. Instead, he found himself holding a pale, lace-trimmed piece of lingerie.He froze instantly. His brain scrambled to make sense of what he was looking at.It clearly belonged to Euijoo—they didn't have anyone else living with them and no guests ever stayed over.

"This is private," Fuma thought, his cheeks burning red. "Put it back. Cover it up. Don't look."

He knew he should immediately fold it, hide it under an oversized hoodie and pretend he never saw it. Respecting Euijoo's privacy was his duty.But as he went to set it aside, the damp fabric brushed past his wrist, releasing a soft, trapped cloud of scent into the warm laundry room.

It was a rich, blooming floral scent—soft like peach blossoms but heavy and intoxicating enough to make his head spin.It was the undeniable, pure scent of an Omega’s slick.It smelled like heaven.

Fuma’s heart started beating fast. His inner Alpha flared to life so suddenly that he was shocked.The delicate lace in his hands carried the concentrated, hidden essence of the Omega.

His mind was screaming constantly at him to remain the honorable, calm brother figure Euijoo’s parents trusted. But his body, driven by a deep, ancient instinct, couldn't stop breathing in the sweet, addicting scent.He shoved the lace deep into the middle of a stack of folded shirts, hiding it completely out of sight. His hands were trembling. He stood up straight, resting his palms against the cool edge of the laundry counter but his mind was in complete chaos.

He could not think normally.

The quiet apartment felt different now—thicker, warmer and filled with a phantom trace of that scent.His inner Alpha was clawing at his chest, begging him to pick up that delicate piece of fabric again, to press his face into it and to inhale every drop of Euijoo's sweet, natural slick.

Fuma slid a hand down his face, letting out a shaky sigh. His throat felt completely dry."How am I supposed to look at him now?".He thought,his own pheromones was turning heavy.

The front door lock suddenly clicked.

Fuma jumped, his whole body going rigid. The gentle sound of keys jingling echoed in the hallway, followed by the soft thump of shoes being kicked off at the entrance.

"Fuma-san? I'm back," Euijoo’s quiet voice called out from the entryway.

Fuma stood still in the doorway of the laundry room. His palms were sweating and his Alpha instincts were practically buzzing under his skin. He took one last deep, steadying breath, trying desperately to pull his scent inward.

"Welcome home," the Alpha said, forcing a calm smile onto his face as he stepped out into the hallway.

Euijoo stopped in the middle of unlacing his sneakers. He looked up at Fuma, his large, soft eyes scanning Fuma’s tight posture and flushed face. A slight frown crossed his features."Are you okay, Fuma-san?" he asked softly, stepping into the living room.

"Yeah," Fuma replied quickly, trying to sound casual as he rubbed the back of his neck. "What would happen to me?"

"You're sweating," Euijoo said, pointing a slender finger toward Fuma’s forehead.

Fuma’s heart skipped a beat. He quickly wiped his brow with the back of his hand, suddenly hyper-aware of how warm the apartment felt. Standing this close to Euijoo, he could smell the faint, lingering floral scent clinging to the younger boy's sweater. It was hidden under scent patches and heavy fabric but after holding that piece of lace in his hands, Fuma’s senses were completely tuned into it.

"Oh," Fuma mumbled, swallowing hard. "I was just... moving heavy laundry around. The apartment feels a little warm today."

Euijoo tilted his head, looking at Fuma with genuine concern. He took another step closer, reaching out a hand to gently touch Fuma’s arm. "You should rest. You work too hard every day, Fuma-san. Let me cook dinner tonight."

The soft touch of Euijoo's fingers made Fuma almost shiver.His inner Alpha was thrilled at the closeness, begging him to pull Euijoo in, to bury his face into the side of Euijoo's neck and to smell that intoxicating floral scent close.

He gently pulled his arm back, taking a small step backward. He gave Euijoo a quick, nervous nod, keeping his eyes fixed on the floor."Thank you, Euijoo,"he said, his voice sounded a little rougher than intended. "I'm going to take a quick shower."

He turned quickly and walked toward the bathroom, closing the door behind him.Leaning his back against the cool wood of the door, he slid down to the floor and covered his face with both hands. He had to get control of himself but every time he closed his eyes, the blooming floral scent filled his mind all over again.

Euijoo stood in the kitchen, his heart heavy with worry. Fuma worked so hard at the office every day and even at home, he was always cleaning or cooking. He picked up a small pot to place it over the stove, wanting to make something warm for them to eat.

Then, Fuma's words suddenly echoed in his head: "I was moving heavy laundry around."

Euijoo gasped. The pot almost slipped from his hands.He set it down with a loud clatter and ran straight toward his room. He checked his laundry basket,it was completely empty.

Fuma must have collected all of his clothes to wash them. Euijoo sprinted toward the laundry room, his heart hammering against his ribs. He approached the stack of clean, folded clothes and carefully searched through them.

There, tucked neatly between his oversized hoodie, was the lingerie.

Euijoo squeezed his eyes shut, wanting to shrink into the floor and die from pure embarrassment. His face felt like it was on fire.

It wasn't even like he normally wore fancy pieces like this. His stupid friend, Yuma, had forced it on him as a joke last week, laughing and saying, "Go on, try it! Lure some Alphas in for once."

Euijoo had slid it on in the privacy of his bedroom, the Omega inside him had flared to life, filling him with shame that had made him tear it off instantly. He had buried it deep at the bottom of the basket, naively believing it would stay hidden under the safe weight of his everyday clothes.

​He had forgotten how thorough Fuma was.

​A tiny, ragged sound escaped his throat as his fingers tightened around the lace. His late presentation meant his body was still wildly unpredictable, spilling his sweet-tinged slick onto anything that touched his bare skin during those erratic surges.

"You idiot,"Euijoo cursed himself silently, clutching the fabric to his chest. "You should have just washed it by hand."He stared at the smooth lace in his trembling hands, a horrifying realization washing over him. Fuma hadn't just moved the laundry.

He bit his lip so hard it hurt. "Did he see it? Did he smell it? Is that why Fuma was sweating and acting so strange?"His mind raced, frantically trying to recall the look on Fuma’s face when he had walked back into the apartment.Before he could process the panic spiraling in his head, the bathroom door down the hall clicked open. Fuma stepped out, steam clinging to his shoulders, a towel wrapped around his neck.

Their eyes met across the dim hallway.

Euijoo was still standing by the laundry counter, holding the piece of lingerie right in plain view.He quickly shoved the delicate fabric behind his back, his face burning hot. "It's nothing," he stammered, stepping backward into the laundry room frame.

Fuma paused, wiping the damp hair from his forehead with the towel around his neck. A small, unfamiliar smile touched his lips—a little darker and sharper than his usual gentle expression."You're in laces, Euijoo?" he asked softly, his voice dropping an octave as he took a step closer.

"No!" Euijoo squeaked, clutching the silk tighter behind his spine, his heart was beating so fast he is sure Fuma could hear it."I... I got it as a gift. From a friend at university. It was just a joke."

Fuma didn't stop moving forward until he was standing right in front of him, blocking the hallway light.He reached out, his thumb gently catching Euijoo’s chin, tilting his head up so their eyes locked."Don't be shy," he murmured, his thumb brushing over Euijoo's trembling bottom lip. "I know you would look damn sexy in it."

Euijoo froze, his breath catching completely in his throat. Fuma had never spoken to him like this before. His lifelong protector, the gentle older brother figure who always made sure he ate his meals and wore a scarf in winter, was looking down at him with dark, hungry eyes.

The sweet, floral scent of him spiked in the air, instantly reacting to the Alpha's proximity."Fuma-san..." he whispered, his voice shaking. "You... you shouldn't say things like that to me."

"Why not?" Fuma replied softly, leaning down until his lips brushed against the shell of Euijoo's burning ear. "We've lived together for months, Euijoo. Do you really think I haven't noticed how you smell? Or how soft you are?"

Euijoo’s knees felt weak. He backed up until his shoulder blades hit the laundry room shelf, trapped between the wall and Fuma’s warm chest. The small piece of lace slipped from his numb fingers, falling softly to the floor between their feet.His head spun, his thoughts growing hazy and dizzy as if his newly presented body was plunging straight into a heat. He couldn't think clearly. All he knew was that Fuma smelled intoxicating—a deep, rich woody scent that filled his lungs.Fuma was still half-clothed from his shower and the heat radiating from his bare chest felt like a furnace against Euijoo’s skin.

Fuma reached out and gently cupped Euijoo’s flushed face, his large thumbs caressing his warm cheeks with delicate care.

"Fuma-san..." Euijoo whimpered, his voice barely a breath.

Fuma looked down, seeing the way the young Omega was shaking under his touch. The raw panic and affection in Euijoo’s large eyes was too much.He felt ashamed for letting his inner Alpha take control so fast."I'm sorry, Juju," he whispered,his tone instantly softening. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't control myself."

He closed his eyes for a brief second, pulling back his sharp, possessive pheromones and trying desperately to reign his instincts in to give Euijoo space. But the pull of the Omega's sweet, blooming scent made his self-control fray at the edges.

"I feel... weird," Euijoo breathed out, shallow puffs of hot air escaping his parted lips. He looked up at Fuma with glassy, desperate eyes, his hands reaching out to grab at the Alpha's arms. "Alpha... please help me."

Fuma couldn't think logically anymore. He leaned forward and pressed a warm kiss against Euijoo’s forehead, soothing his feverish skin. Then he wrapped his arms around Euijoo, lifted him up and set him down onto the cool surface of the washing machine.

Euijoo’s legs parted instinctively, allowing Fuma to step closely between them. Fuma leaned down and buried his face into the warm crook of Euijoo's neck, nuzzling softly against his skin before placing a trail of slow, tender kisses along his collarbone.

Euijoo gasped, his fingers tangling tightly into the fabric of Fuma’s shirt, pulling him as close as physically possible."Nngh... ah, Fuma," he whined, arching his neck to give the Alpha complete access. "Touch me, please... I want you."

Fuma paused, gently nipping at the soft skin near Euijoo’s scent gland, making the Omega shudder in his arms.

"Since when?" he murmured against his neck,"Since when have you wanted this, Juju?"

"Always..." Euijoo sobbed out softly, hiding his burning face against Fuma’s broad shoulder as the full truth spilled out. "Always... I always dreamt of you. Every time I was alone in my bed... I wanted you."

Fuma held him tightly, his fingers digging firm and deep into Euijoo’s soft waist to keep him anchored against his chest. He tilted Euijoo’s chin up with his thumb, forcing their gazes to lock."I thought I was suffering alone.His voice sounded rusty with repressed hunger. "What did you dream of, Juju?"

He leaned down and slowly licked a hot path from Euijoo's trembling jawline down to the curve of his throat, tasting the sweet sweat rising on his skin.

"You... you holding me," Euijoo muttered, his eyelids fluttering shut as a shiver ran through his body. "Scenting me. You smell so good, Fuma..."

Fuma smirked and said,"And you smell fucking delicious.I can bet you're already soaking wet, Juju."

Euijoo immediately ducked his head down, burying his red face into Fuma's chest. "Don't... don't talk like that," he squeaked, utterly overwhelmed by the raw, explicit words coming from his usually gentle guardian.

Fuma squeezed his waist even tighter, pulling Euijoo’s lower body flush against his own."If you can't even tolerate a little talk,"he growled softly into his ear, his scent flaring deep and heavy, "how am I supposed to help you through the rest?"

Euijoo was completely losing it. Fuma was grooming him like a wild wolf, his warm, heavy tongue trailing hot licks over his neck, his jawline and straight over his sensitive scent gland. His fingers found the edge of the scent patch, peeling it away with a single smooth pull before pressing his mouth firmly against the exposed skin, sucking just enough to send a sharp wave of pleasure straight down Euijoo’s spine.

Euijoo went entirely limp in his arms, his head falling back against the laundry shelf.

The aroused scent of Fuma’s Alpha pheromones flooded the air, mixing heavily with Euijoo's sweet, blooming ones until the entire small space smelled like a dense, addicting haze. Pressed so tightly against Fuma's solid chest and thighs, he was sure his slick was already soaking right through Fuma's sweats.

Fuma pulled back just an inch, his eyes wide and wild with a mix of hunger and concern."Fuck, Juju..." he growled, his breath coming out in uneven hitches against Euijoo’s lips. "Can I take you to bed? I can't wait to see you."

Instead of answering with words, Euijoo leaned forward and pressed his lips straight against Fuma's.

It was a clumsy, messy kiss born from pure desperation and years of hidden longing. His hands tangled tightly into the damp hair at the back of Fuma's neck, his tongue slipping past Fuma's teeth to taste him completely.

Fuma let out a low rumble deep in his chest. Without breaking the kiss for even a second, he slid his arms under Euijoo’s thighs and back, lifting the Omega easily into his arms. Euijoo wrapped his legs securely around Fuma's waist, clinging to him as Fuma carried him out of the laundry room and down the quiet hallway toward the bedroom.

He lowered the Omega onto the mattress and immediately hovered over him, his broad frame blocking out the dim bedroom light. He gently captured Euijoo’s delicate hand, bringing it up to his mouth to nip softly at the sensitive skin of his inner wrist."My sweet Omega is going into heat because of me," he murmured."I should take full responsibility."

He pressed a kiss against Euijoo's trembling fingers, then moved down to kiss the center of his palm before reaching up to tug at the hem of Euijoo's shirt.

Euijoo squeaked, his hands dropping to press against Fuma's chest. "No, please..."

Fuma stopped instantly. He gently cupped Euijoo’s burning face with both hands, his thumbs smoothing over his cheekbones. "Juju, let Alpha see you, hm? I won't hurt you. I'll go completely at your pace. Please, Juju?"

"I'm... I'm embarrassed," Euijoo whispered, hiding his gaze as his face turned a deeper shade of red.

"I know," Fuma softly replied, leaning down so their foreheads rested together. "And it's okay to be embarrassed with me. I swear I'm going to love you so good."

Euijoo blinked, his eyes shining with sudden emotion. "You... you love me?"

"Of course, silly," Fuma chuckled, his heart was literally swelling with affection.He leaned down and pulled Euijoo into a slow, deep kiss. Euijoo immediately wrapped his arms around Fuma’s neck, letting their mouths mould together in a sweet rhythm that melted away the last of his anxiety.

When Fuma finally pulled back just a fraction to catch his breath, Euijoo looked up at him, his voice trembling with years of unsaid truths. "I loved you... even back when I didn't know about any of these dynamics. And I still love you."

Fuma smiled fondly and he kissed both of Euijoo’s flushed cheeks."Now," he whispered softly, his hands lightly hovering over the edge of Euijoo's shirt once more, "can I?"

Euijoo nodded, his breath hitching as Fuma carefully pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

Fuma sat back on his heels for a second, his eyes sweeping over the Omega. He was completely captivated.Euijoo’s skin had a gorgeous, warm sun-kissed tone, smooth and glowing under the soft bedroom light. His chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths, his pretty pink nipples hardening against the cool air and his small, narrow waist practically begged for Fuma’s hands to hold.

"Fuma-san..." Euijoo murmured, covering his chest with his hands for a second out of lingering embarrassment.

Fuma gently took Euijoo’s wrists, resting his hands above his head and traced his long fingers softly down his chest, over his ribs and along the curve of his side. He leaned down, pressing warm, slow kisses against his collarbone, his sternum and his ribs. Between every single press of his lips, he muttered devoutly, "So pretty... you are so perfect, Euijoo."

Euijoo whimpered his name softly, arching his back into the affection.

Fuma couldn’t get enough—it felt as though even the Omega’s smooth skin tasted sweet, infused with the blooming floral scent of his pheromones.He trailed a path of hot wet kisses down his stomach, lingering over his navel. He paused there, his hot breath fanning across Euijoo’s sensitive skin as his hands rested on the waistband of Euijoo's shorts.

"Can I take off your pants now, Juju?" Fuma asked, looking up through his dark lashes.

"Yes... yes, please," Euijoo gasped out, his fingers twitching against the sheets. "I feel so weird... so hot..."

"You feel empty, Juju," Fuma growled softly, a deep, possessive Alpha rumble vibrating in his chest as he slowly pulled the shorts down over Euijoo's thighs. "I need to fill you up... put my pups in you. You would look fucking adorable carrying for me."

The dirty words sent a sharp spike of arousal straight to Euijoo's core. His body reacted instantly to the idea—the thought of bearing Fuma's pups didn't scare him at all; it felt completely right.

Fuma pulled the shorts all the way down his legs and tossed them onto the floor.Beneath them, Euijoo was wearing a pair of soft pink panties, already damp and clinging tightly to his sensitive, slick-soaked folds.He wanted nothing more than to devour him right then and there. Without hesitation, he leaned down and pressed his tongue directly against the damp fabric over Euijoo's center, tasting him through the cloth."I really need to see you in laces for me," he said against the fabric.

Euijoo jerked at the intense sensation, a loud gasp tearing from his throat."D-don't! Don't put your mouth there!" he cried, his hands reaching down to uselessly push at Fuma's shoulders.

"Why not?" Fuma murmured. He bit down firmly on Euijoo's hipbone—leaving a sharp, dark mark as a temporary claim that made the Omega shudder.He finally hooked his fingers into the waistband of the pink panties and slid them off, casting them aside. His own cock was throbbing violently against his jeans that it felt like it would burst, his knot already swelling so fast it was genuinely painful.

But his own ache didn't matter yet—he needed to pleasure Euijoo first.

Euijoo’s soft pink folds were dripping, heavily coated in warm, sweet slick, his inner walls flexing and begging to be filled. Fuma leaned in, burying his head right between Euijoo's parted thighs.

"It's... it's gross!" Euijoo protested, his face burning as he tried to twist away from the sheer intimacy of it.

"It's not gross," Fuma growled, his hot breath fanning over Euijoo's dripping core before he dragged his tongue up the entire length of his slick-covered folds. "I'm dying to taste you."

Euijoo cried out as Fuma began slurping greedily, his tongue working eagerly.He licked away every drop of sweet slick gathering along the soft folds, repeatedly sucking on Euijoo’s sensitive cunt until the young Omega was squirming frantically against the mattress.

Using his free hand,he gently pushed Euijoo’s thighs further apart, using his thumb to open him up and expose the delicate, weeping entrance to his Alpha's view.

"Fuck, you are so tight... such a small pussy."

Fuma leaned down and flattened his tongue over the opening, slipping the tip just inside to lap up the endless slick the Omega was producing. Euijoo arched his back with a loud, breathy whine as Fuma looked up at him through dark,lidded eyes, slowly pressing a slick-coated finger inside.

Euijoo was impossibly warm, tight and gummy inside, his inner walls clamping down firmly around the intrusion. Fuma groaned at the sensation—his mind spiraling out of control as he imagined how incredible it was going to feel once he replaced his fingers with his own aching, swollen length.

"Feeling good?" Fuma asked, slowly working his finger back and forth to loosen him up.

"It... it stings," Euijoo whimpered, his fingers digging desperately into the bedsheets as his hips twitched.

"I know, baby," Fuma whispered soothingly, leaning up to press a tender kiss against Euijoo's inner thigh before pressing a second finger past the tight ring of muscle. "Don't worry. I'm stretching you perfectly for me."

He worked slowly, letting his fingers slide smoothly into the tight, eager warmth of Euijoo’s body. He added a third digit, stretching the Omega with agonizing patience. He knew he had to take his time, no matter how fiercely his own Alpha instincts demanded immediate release,Euijoo was still so new to all of this.

Euijoo let out a long, desperate whine, his hands clutching the bedsheets so hard his knuckles turned white. His hips twitched against the mattress, caught between the stinging fullness of Fuma’s fingers and the undeniable pleasure spreading through his lower stomach."Fuma-san... ah, it's—it's too much..." he whimpered, his head rolling back as his throat arched.

"You're doing so well, Juju," Fuma murmured against his skin.He leaned down and pressed another kiss to the soft curve of Euijoo’s inner thigh. The skin there was already smeared with clear, sweet slick and he eagerly lapped it up, tasting the rich floral essence on his tongue and lips.

The intoxicating taste drove Fuma wild. He began to curve his fingers inside, searching for that hidden, sensitive spot that would make his Omega unravel completely.When his fingertips brushed against the soft bundle of nerves deep within, Euijoo jerked violently, a loud, breathless sob escaping his lips.

"Right there?" Fuma growled softly, a proud, possessive smirk touching his lips as he stroked the spot again.

"N-no! Fuma, stop—ah!" Euijoo sobbed out, his body shuddering from head to toe as fresh, hot slick poured out around Fuma's hand, coating his fingers entirely.

"It's just your body getting ready for your Alpha," Fuma whispered, scissoring his fingers gently to stretch him wider. He reached up with his free hand to catch Euijoo’s trembling fingers, lacing their hands together over Euijoo's head. "Look at me, Juju. Tell me you're ready for me."

Euijoo sobbed, hiding his flushed face as he looked up with tear-filled eyes. "I am scared, Fuma-san... I heard it hurts."

"I promised I will go slow," Fuma whispered softly, his thumb gently catching the tears rolling down Euijoo’s cheek. "Don't cry. It will hurt a little but I've got you."

He pressed his lips firmly over Euijoo’s, swallowing his trembling cries. As their tongues met, Euijoo tasted the rich, floral flavor of his own slick on Fuma’s tongue, a realization that sent a strange, thrill straight down his spine. His inner walls reacted instantly, clenching tight around Fuma's moving fingers.He whined in the kiss,"You can go in..."

"I am already inside," Fuma teased softly, smirking against his lips as he gently nudged his fingers deeper.

"Please," Euijoo whimpered, his hands gripping Fuma's broad shoulders desperately. "Please give me your knot."

"Good Omega," Fuma praised softly.He gave Euijoo one last, deep peck on the lips and slowly pulled his fingers out with a soft pop,leaving the Omega stretched, dripping and aching for his Alpha to finally fill him.

He reached down and shed his remaining clothes, tossing them over the edge of the mattress.His cock was thick, dark-veined and leaking precariously at the tip, his knot already noticeably swollen at the base.He positioned himself at Euijoo’s dripping entrance, the hot, blunt head aligning with the slick-coated folds.

"Fuma-san..." Euijoo whined, his thighs shaking on either side of Fuma’s hips.He reached up, his fingers clinging to Fuma’s shoulders as he felt the intimidating size pressing against him.

"I'm right here, Juju. Breathe for me," Fuma whispered. He reached out and gripped Euijoo's hand, interlocking their fingers tightly against the pillow.Slowly, he pressed forward.

Euijoo’s eyes snapped wide, a sharp gasp tearing from his throat as he was stretched to accommodate the Alpha. It was a tight, heavy fullness that bordered on pain, making his toes curl and his inner walls clamp down frantically.

"Ah! Wait, wait—Fuma!" he cried out, a fresh tear slipping down his cheeks.

Fuma froze immediately, his entire body rigid as he held himself just halfway inside. The strain of stopping his own instincts made a vein pop on his forehead, his breath coming in harsh growls but he refused to push further until Euijoo was ready. He leaned down, nuzzling against Euijoo’s scent gland, pouring his soothing Alpha pheromones over him.

"Shh, I've got you. I'm stopping," he rasped against his skin, kissing his cheek, his eyelids, his nose. "Relax for me, sweet boy. Let your Alpha in."

The constant, tender reassurance worked like a charm. The initial sting faded into a burning, incredible heat.Euijoo’s breath slowly evened out, his body melting around the intrusion until his inner walls began to pulse, inviting the rest."Okay..." he said while his hips giving a small, tentative tilt upward. "More... please, Fuma."

With a low groan, Fuma pushed the rest of the way in, sinking his length all the way to the hilt until his hips flushed hard against Euijoo’s rear.

Euijoo threw his head back with a loud, breathless scream of pleasure.The depth was overwhelming for him.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Fuma groaned, burying his face in Euijoo’s neck as he began an agonizingly sweet rhythm, pulling nearly all the way out before plunging deep into the heart of the Omega’s heat.

"Fuma! Ah, ah—Fuma!" Euijoo sobbed, his hands digging into Fuma's back as the slow, steady thrusts drove every last thought from his dizzy mind.

The room was soon filled with the rhythmic, wet sounds of their bodies colliding, mixed with the overwhelming sweetness of their blended scents.

Every deep thrust sent waves of intense heat straight through Euijoo’s body. He was completely helpless beneath Fuma, his legs wrapped tightly around the Alpha’s waist, dragging his heels against the small of Fuma's back to pull him even deeper.

"Look at me, Juju," Fuma growled,his voices sounded harsh but tender.

Euijoo forced his fluttering eyelids open, looking up through a haze of tears.Fuma’s eyes were completely blown out, his sharp jawline tight, looking down at him with a mix of raw, possessive hunger and absolute devotion.

Fuma sped up his pace, his hips snapping forward with increasing power. He struck that sensitive, hidden spot deep inside over and over again until Euijoo was sobbing uncontrollably, his hands clawing helplessly at the bedsheets.

"Ah! Fuma—right there! Oh god, right there!" Euijoo screamed out, his body convulsing as his inner walls clamped down tight around Fuma’s length.

"That's it, take it for me," Fuma rumbled, his breath hot against Euijoo’s ear. He could feel the Omega’s body tightening toward a blinding climax, the sweet slick gushing out in warm waves.At the base of his length, his knot began to swell rapidly, stretching Euijoo’s delicate opening to its absolute limit.

Euijoo gasped loudly, his eyes widening in a mix of shock and pleasure as the thick, heavy bulge locked them together. "Fuma! It's—it's so big! Ah!"

"I'm knotting you, Juju," Fuma groaned, thrusting one last time, driving the fully expanded knot all the way inside.

The stretch was overwhelming, locking them tightly together so not a single drop of seed could escape. The sensation pushed Euijoo straight over the edge. With a loud, shattered cry, the Omega came hard, his body trembling violently in Fuma's arms as pleasure crashed over him in relentless waves.

Fuma buried his face in the crook of Euijoo's neck, biting down gently on his skin and poured his seed deep inside the Omega's warm, pulsing womb.He held Euijoo tightly against his chest, wrapping his broad arms around his small waist, keeping him safe and completely claimed.