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Seungmin is awoken in Minho's arms, under Minho's blanket, by the persistent ringing of his phone.

He wants to ignore it and go back to sleep, but he habitually grabs the device, answering with a swiftness that Yonsu has beat into his systems.

"Hi honey." He says robotically, all too used to masking any kind of venom or exhaustion he feels in the presence of his dear, sweet boyfriend.

"Where the hell are you?" Comes the sound of Yonsu, a hint of annoyance in his voice. Seungmin rises from the bed in haste, blinking to life as the morning lit light of Minho's bedroom clicks to existence around him.

Seungmin hadn't exactly considered what he was going to do after spending the night at Minho's. It had been one of the furthest things from his mind, a result of wanting to live in his euphoria as much as possible. He's usually up when Yonsu awakens in the morning, making the man breakfast while he kisses Seungmin persistently to make up for the new bruises or bumps on the omegas body.

It isn't like Seungmin can tell him that he's laying comfortable, warm and content in their neighbors bed, so he does what he does best, abusive relationship or no abusive relationship:

He lies.

"I'm sorry, I went out early to get your dry cleaning. Didn't you say you needed it for the dinner party tonight?" he tries. He's not completely sure if this excuse will work, he usually doesn't have the need to lie to Yonsu, so he isn't sure how good he is at telling the difference. He holds his breath, the other end quiet for a few excruciating moments.

Then he hears Yonsu scoff, annoyed like he's inconvenienced for being responsible for himself. "God, you could have at least made breakfast before you left. I'm starving. What kind of omega are you, leaving me dry like this."

Seungmin grips the phone, inhaling and exhaling before he speaks again with a sigh.

"Yes, honey. I'm sorry. I'll bring you something when I get back."

"You better." is all he gets before hanging up in Seungmin's face, the line dinging dead. The omega sighs in relief, shoulders dropping when he exhales promptly. It's not long before a strong arm snakes around his middle, pulling him back down onto the bed and up against a strong body.

The tense pull of Seungmin's body releases when he's in the older man's hold, the edge on his aura smoothing out to be something softer, gentler. Less jumpy. Seungmin never wants to move from this spot, he doesn't want to go back. But Minho has a life outside of him and he has a hole to crawl back into far from the paradise that is the detective's warm cradle.

"Minho." he says after a few minutes. Yonsu isn't going to wait long before asking Seungmin where the hell he is, again. Despite his unrealistic wishes for this euphoria to last, he isn't allowed to be happy. And he isn't allowed to be at peace. So he should leave before his state of bliss is ripped apart from the outside.

"I have to go." He tells the older man simply. He physically feels Minho's body tense up against his back side, the arm around his waist tightening into a protective hold.

Minho doesn't want him to go.

Minho is feeling protective over him.

The realization hits Seungmin like a 18 wheeler. Maybe it would be less earth quaking if he'd received this type of affection in any capacity over the past 2 years, or if he'd been prepared for it, or if he thought he deserved it.

But none of those things applied.

So Seungmin, against his better judgement, sobs.

He mewls and sniffles, openly and carelessly. Minho doesn't flinch. He tugs at the younger man so he turns to face him, snuggled into a strong chest as the detective rubs up and down his back, wrist sitting on the inward curve of the omegas waist.

Minho doesn't open his eyes, he doesn't judge Seungmin's emotions, he doesn't tell him to shut up and go make dinner, he doesn't grab him by his hair for being human and making a mistake, he just holds him. Which only causes Seungmin to cry harder.

Yonsu can wait, Seungmin thinks to himself, this is where he needs to be right now.

Staying in MInho's bed is a decision Seungmin makes for himself, the first in a very long time.

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Seungmin doesn't know why he tries. Honestly.

Was it so crazy for him to think he really meant something to his boyfriend?

Was he stupid to believe he was worth something to the man who doesn't let him glance in anyone else's direction?

Was he insane to be so fucked up in the head at his signifigant others constant disloyalty and neglect?

None of it makes sense.

If he tries to talk back, Yonsu hits him.

If he tries to stay quiet, Yonsu hits him.

If he attempts to talk it out, Yonsu hits him.

Seungmin can't seem to do anything right in the man's eyes these days, and Seungmin is starting to think there is no way to fix it.

Present time, Kim Seungmin sits on the couch in their shared living room, head throbbing from the paralyzing pulse of his bruised left eye. It's not the first time he's had an injury of this caliber, and it certainly won't be the last.

Seungmin was a fool to think Yonsu meant it when he said he'd stop. When the man said he would work on his anger. When his alpha promised to protect him, and not put his hands on him again.

It happened for the first time almost 3 years ago, Seungmin had been struggling to find a good apartment when his senior year in college was coming to an end. Yonsu had asked him, with what seemed like good intentions, "why not just move in with me?" and Seungmin thought to himself, what was the worst that could happen? Even if they had only been dating for a few months.

They'd been together before that, but Yonsu hadn't shown any signs of aggression until Suengmin started to settle in, fresh out of college and financially unstable.

It was the perfect trap, and it almost felt intentional. Like he was completely conscious of what he was doing and how to do it.

It started a few weeks after Seungmin had first settled, while he was attempting to finish a story he'd been writing.

His current injury was a result of his rebellious and mischievous side resurfacing from upon its grave. For a blissful few seconds, Seungmin had been too caught up in his head, too comfortable. He'd mixed his fucked up reality he's used to with the fantasy he lived when he was with Minho, providing a smart remark at some criticism Yonsu had on his cooking.

Seungmin barely had time to process his misstep before the alpha knocked him clean in his left eye, breaking his glasses and blacking his face in the process. Another form of mistepping. Now, because Seungmin has come to expect a punch, or slap, or backhand, he doesn't wear his glasses when Yonsu is home.

But he does at Minho's.

Because Minho encourages his writing, Minho quips back playfully instead of knocking Seungmin's front teeth crooked for standing up to him, or saying anything outside of his good omegan housewife dialogue.

It had been a while since Seungmin had anything above gripping bruises or the indents of objects being thrown at him. Abusers have good days, and good weeks sometimes as well, Seungmin had learned in his time stuck with the alpha.

Other days were a blur being slapped around and thrown throughout the apartment. Anyone capable of having good days is just as prone to having bad ones, unfortunately for Seungmin, every day of his was bad. And it had been that way for a long time.

Until he met Minho.

For months, years. Seungmin had nothing to look forward to.

His days were filled with Yonsu Yonsu Yonsu.

Where Yonsu wanted him to go, what Yonsu wanted him to be, what Yonsu wanted him to do, and how to do it.

Despite what many people think due to his poker face, Seungmin is and always has been emotionally intelligent. He studied physiology with his dad before he died, and creative writing in college.

Seungmin is nothing if not creative, mature, and problem solving. He used to pride himself on being perceptive, but put together.

These days he prides himself on being able to go a few weeks without triggering one of Yonsu's rampages. When Yonsu comes home and goes to sleep at night, he feels a sense of security that he can only unlock when he hears the males tractor snore, or when he isn't home at all.

He can't sleep in the bed with Yonsu, nor can he sleep while the man is even in the apartment, body constantly in fight or flight mode, though he's never able to truly do either. He has to wait for the man to leave so his guard drops enough for him to go to sleep.

Even then, he wakes up sometimes, paralyzed and sweating bullets with flashbacks and nightmares of times when Yonsu was there, on top of him or towering over him, hands raised and filled with aggression instead of care.

Contrary to Seungmin's highest hopes, it doesn't get better.

He is and has been trapped here for what feels like forever.

It's tiring, being imprisoned in a constant state of anxiety.

Watching your back constantly, just waiting in the same place for the next time you'll have a new and blemishing injury, all because you want it to heal and go away already.

Seungmin had dreams before he'd met Yonsu.

He wanted to be an eomma, to have a pack, to be a writer. He wanted to graduate from college so he could publish his books, meet a man like the ones he wrote about in his romance novels. Someone who would cherish him for years to come, and take care of him so he could do the same for them.

Not someone who would force him to give up everything he loves to be a housewife. Nothing was supposed to be like it was. He was never supposed to be trapped in an endless cycle of hospital trips and homemade dinners.

The bloody cuts, the bruises, the sprains and knots in his tender muscles and tissue. None of this was supposed to happen. This wasn't where he wanted to be, and certainly not where he'd expected to end up. His friend Felix studied dance and business in college where they'd met. He owns a bakery now, and does dance as a hobby and side hustle. Their friend Jisung is a songwriter, and he owns a tattoo shop. He travels to the states on occasion to write for artists from other countries.

Seungmin was supposed to ask them to be his pack, after he graduated and they'd found an apartment together.

Seungmin had plans. He had someone he wanted to be and somewhere he wanted to go. He wasn't supposed to be holed up, victimized in a penthouse loft, playing housewife for a man who needs his submission to feel good about himself. He wanted to be married, to be an eomma, to be an author who could publish his books and be recognized for the hours of creativity he put into writing to his heart's content. But Yonsu wouldn't even let him have that. So afraid of the idea that Seungmin would make too much money and gain too much confidence and finally leave him.

What a sorry fucking excuse for an alpha.

It's only later that night, when Seungmin is in Minho's apartment, letting the older man apply ointment to the bruises on his hips and ice to the one on his face that Seungmin brings up a minor but looming concern he had about his interaction with Yonsu upon leaving yesterday.

"Minho." Seungmin calls, because he can't stand the silence. There's been too much of that lately, and it's filling him with disdain and anxiety, more than usual.

Though he knows Minho prefers to not talk while he's patching the omega up. He gets it. But he needs a little something right now. And an abyss of silence is not it.

"Yes, Seungminnie." he answers. His voice is soft, even though his jaw is tight, eyes intense as laser beams. He always gets like this. Seungmin doesn't like seeing him so disturbed, but he also knows Minho doesn't like seeing him banged up. So as of now, it's a lose lose.

"I'm scared."

The focus in Minho's gaze shifts from the bruise on Seungmins face and to his eyes, linking contact. The way he's looking is calculated, like he's thinking. Seungmin wants to have patience, but he needs to put his thoughts into the air between them, because lately theres been an aura about his boyfriend. It's not just anger anymore.

It's danger.

"Well, in your situation that's pretty damn realistic."

Seungmin gets it, the thought that a victim of domestic abuse would be scared of their abuser. But that's the thing about Seungmin. He's strong, his resolve is solid and his logic is sturdy. He's better than Yonsu in many ways. Physical pain is not enjoyable for him, but he can take it. That being said–

He's never been truly scared of Yonsu a day in his life.

He actually feels bad for the man. Because, really, imagine being both an alpha and a man, a lawyer with both parents and a family that supports you, but you still rely on the power you hold over a younger, smaller, weaker omegan male, straight out of college to make you feel good about yourself.

To Seungmin, Yonsu is and always will be pathetic. No matter how many bruises he heals from, how many times Yonsu threatens to kill him if he ever leaves, or betrays him.

"No, Minho. I've never been scared.. Per say.. Of him. Not really. Pain doesn't scare me. I'm grateful to just be alive, even if it's painful. But the way he was acting yesterday. It seemed like something else was about to hit me. Not him. Something worse than a bruise or a blemish."

"He wasn't angry?" Minho asked, the detective in him prone to asking questions when it seems there's more to the story, a continuation, or an ending.

Seungmin shakes his head.. His voice was soft, flat. "Not out loud. Not outwordly, like usual."

"And you think that's a bad thing?"

Seungmin looked away, jaw tight. "He's watching more closely. He was asking me questions he already knows the answers to. And even though I never feel right with him, it was like everything he was hearing was wrong...but he wasn't correcting me. He was just looking at me."

He glanced over, his eyes darker than usual. Partly fear—but fear also felt too soft a word. It was closer to anticipation, or dread. Like someone bracing for a hit they knew they wouldn't dodge in time. Similar to the dread involving his usual beatings, but more.. Fatal. Dangerous? It's not just about new bruises or bloody body parts anymore.

"He's waiting for something," Seungmin murmured. "Like he wants me to give him a reason."

Minho's voice was trying, his gaze calculating and volatile. The look of precariousness sent something electric through the omega. "And if you don't?"

Seungmin didn't blink. "Then I'm the reason anyway." Minho reaches forward, holding Seungming's pretty doll head in his gentle, vascular hands."He's got nothing on you, Minnie. Nothing you don't let him have. You choose when you're ready to stop being a victim." Minho tells him, staring into Seungmin's eyes with a venomous seriousness.

A careful touch. His thumb ran a slow, grounding circle against Seungmin's cheek. It was nothing and everything at once — a promise, a pause, a plea.

"I'm scared," Seungmin whispered again, because Minho cares, and Minho will listen.

"I know," Minho said. "But you're still here. And that means he hasn't won."

Seungmin's throat burned. His chest rose unevenly, breath catching somewhere between a sob and a sigh. The apartment around them blurred — all that remained was the heat of Minho's palm, the softness in his voice, the weight of everything unspoken between them.

Then, like something inside him broke loose, Seungmin surged forward. Not dramatic, not forceful — but desperate. Honest. His mouth found Minho's with the startled softness of someone who hadn't been allowed to want something just for himself.

It wasn't graceful. It was trembling lips and uneven breath. It was quiet pain and aching gratitude and the terrifying relief of being seen.

Minho froze for only a second before responding — warm, certain, steady. He kissed Seungmin back like it was a secret they had both been keeping. His hand slid up to cup the side of Seungmin's face, anchoring him there like he was afraid Seungmin might vanish if he let go.

Seungmin melted into him. The kiss deepened, not rushed, but blooming slowly — a fragile thing unfolding in the dark.

When they finally broke apart, foreheads pressed together, Seungmin let out a soft, breathless laugh. It was the kind of laugh you made when you didn't know whether to cry or collapse.

Minho didn't say anything right away. He just kept his hand where it was, thumb brushing across Seungmin's cheekbone like he needed to memorize the shape of him.

And Seungmin let him.

For the first time in a long time, he let someone hold him — not because he was weak, but because he wanted to be known.

There's fleeting, stabilizing kisses they usually have. Ones where they pull away after a few seconds, because Seungmin has a predator as a boyfriend and Minho has basic human decency, because theres a line between them that they should not cross.

But this exchange is not like that.

This time, they don't pull away.

Minho hums with surprise when Seungmin presses his tongue into his mouth, hands dropping down from his face to grab his waist, lifting him onto his lap. Seungmin opens his legs, pulling up his skirt so he can comfortably straddle Minho's thighs.

The heat between their bodies is electric, something so forbidden making for such agood time, because it just feels so right. With Minho's hands on him Seungmin feels so beautiful, so worth it, so– wet?

The slick pooling at Seungmin's hole alarms him, and suddenly he jumps and pulls away, panicking silently in the alphas lap, chest heaving like he can't catch his breath. It's not a result of attraction, it's terrifying. It's familiar to Minho, who leans back, blinking away the gathering fog in his brain to asses the situation.

It's a panic attack.

Minho's seen plenty of them. In the hospital with victims, at the police station with the arrested, but he's never been so internally disturbed watching it materialize in somebody.

Reflexively, he begins releasing calming alpha pheromones, grabbing Seungmin's hands where their clutching at his chest for something to hold onto, someone, anything to ground him.

"Nononono, I can't. I want to but I can't."

"It's okay, Minnie. It's okay. Breath. You don't have to save yourself for him! He's never been good to you, Seungminnie."

"I don't want to! But I feel like he can smell you on me and he— he's gonna kill me if I do. I feel like he can smell my desire for you, I'm so fucking scared I can't do this."

"What— what are you talking about?"

"He'd kill me! I can feel my time running out, I can feel him getting worse every day. This is only gonna make the countdown run faster."

Minho frowns, he knows Seungmin is powerful, that he can make it out of this alive, that Yonsu doesn't have to be the end of him, that it all depends on him just believing in himself. Believing he can be more than just Yonsu's rag doll.

"Listen to me Seungmin. What did I just tell you?? You're only a victim if you allow yourself to be. You can be better than this. You can be more. You will not let that man be the end of you, so help me. I'll sink down to hell and murder you a second time if you go out like that."

Minho grips Seungmin's hand in his left, the other grilling his chin, keeping the omegas gaze turned to him. He squeezes his palm a couple times, softly running his thumb against Seungmin's cheek. Seungmin squeezes back, breaths shaking as he naturally falls to follow Minho's lead. A great example, a strong someone for him to lean on, a grounding and gentle touch that helps him and doesn't hurt him, an alpha. His alpha.

"Breath with me, Seungminnie. Breath, big and deep breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth. It's gonna be alright. You're going to be alright."It's takes a few minutes of constant reassurances and languid touches before Seungmin feels the ball of fear and panic unravel in his chest.

With a final, shaky sigh, Seungmin's desire returns, his eyes flicking down to Minho's lips, a desperate and pleading look of want on his face. Like he's fucked out without having barely been touched.

He wastes no time leaning in, connecting their lips again. This time, though he reciprocates, Minho takes it slower, hands coming up to give the omegas waist a velvety caress, rubbing up and down his torso in a manner the has Seungmin melting in his grasp. He exhales a whine into his mouth at the intimacy, gripping Minho's shirt in his hold like a lifeline.

It doesn't take long for things to escalate, both of them desperate and impatient for the touch of one another. Seungmin pulls back only for a moment, reaching and tugging up Minho's t shirt, pulling it off over his head in a rush. He tosses it somewhere over his shoulder, continuing their kiss.

Minho makes a sound of surprise when his hands push Seungmin's skirt up to his hips, finger coming back moist when he presses it to the omegas hole.

"Seungminnie, you're slicking." He tells him, Seungmin nods, tugging at the detective's waistband desperately. "Yeah, I.. I don't know, you're doing something–" He tells him, as he tugs off Minho's wife beater and tosses it elsewhere. There's a sense of accomplishment between the two of them, it's true, maybe they should be celebrating and acknowledge such a great achievement, but the both of them are much too distracted at the moment.

Minho returns the favor, pulling Seungmin's sweater off over his head, he watches in awe as the omegas hair is swooped up in the process, dropping back down onto his head in a way that makes him look like a precious puppy. It's too much and not enough at the same time. Minho thinks he's beautiful.

Here, both of them topless and intertwined, Minho slows him down, the bruises on Seungmin's shoulders, arms and hips making it difficult to focus on his want to be inside of Seungmin.

He feels it again. That rage he has towards Yonsu, and anybody who helped raise him such a fucked up son of a bitch who makes a habit out of abusing his omega.

"Fucking dirtbag." He scoffs, calming himself with a sigh. Seungmin gives him a sorry look, though he has nothing to be sorry about, nothing he's had to go through is his fault. It's all the doing of that sick, pathetic bastard he'd gotten involved with. Minho wishes he could kick his ass and throw him in a prison for the rest of his life.

But he can't. What he can do, though, is fix what he's tried to break. He can ice Seungmin's bruises, he can feed him when Yonsu constantly has Seungmin cook foods he doesn't eat. He

can hold, and fuck, Seungmin like nobody else can. And that, to Minho, is a win in itself. Even if the rest of their situation isn't ideal.

Minho can't be bothered to move Seungmin so he can remove the mans underwear. He's being patient for the omegas sake, but he can only take so much. Without a second thought, he rips a hole in the back of his underwear, and keeps ripping until he can pull the material from around his ass and legs, carelessly tossing the trashed material.

Seungmin doesn't seem to mind, matter of fact, if his fluttering, wet hole speaks for itself, he'd dare say he was into it.

Minho sinks a finger into him, slowly, carefully, the wet grip around his finger making his cock twitch like it's stirring from slumber, stiff and sticky.

He adds another when he realizes the stretch is made easier by his slick. It's scent is faint, cookie dough wafting in thin waves from years of enclosure and disuse, on top of Seungmin's lack of balanced pheromones due to his heatless lifestyle. But even so, the bit of it he can take in is heavenly, and it makes his head spin.

Seungmin isn't doing to much better, with his minimum sense of pheromones he's spared from getting too high off of the smell in the air, but Minho's strong scent and his sudden ability to slick helps a lot with making him tremble on the alphas fingers, from both the stimulation and the aroma he picks up on with his face right near Minho's glands.

Seungmin grinds his ass down onto Minho's fingers, craving more friction and touch from the older man, feening for it. Minho delivers, grabbing his butt with one hand, the other curling fingers inside his hot and soaked hole.

"Please, Minho, please. I need it, I want it. Come on, put it in. Please." he rushes, little cock twitching in where it's hard and spitting precum on Minho's tummy. Minho would usually love to tease him, to make him cry on his fingers and listen to him beg until he's shaking pathetically, but Seungmin has been deprived of what he deserves for far too long, Minho is gonna give it to him.

Minho is gonna take care of him

Lifting his weight enough to get access, Seungmin pulls at Minho's sweatpants, untying them with clumsy hands before finally tugging his cock from off his leg within his boxers. It springs free, bouncing out and flopping onto Minho's stomach like a cucumber. A very thick very veiny cucumber.

Seungmin takes a moments to just look at it as Minho kisses up his hands, his arm, his shoulder, his neck, blinking with wide eyes.

It's.. fucking insane, honestly. Who needs that much cock? And it just sits on his leg all day, heavy and hanging. Woah.

Minho chuckles at his expression, rubbing his waist comfortingly. "You don't have to take it if you don't want to, Seungmo." He reassures. Sounds like a challenge to Seungmin.

The omega blinks, silent for a moment. Before shaking his head and taking a calming, deep breath. "No, I want to. It's just, impressive. In a good way. Long as your knees don't pop whenever you're trying to use it." He laughs a bit to lighten the mood, and rid himself of the knot in his stomach.

"Are you sure?" Minho ignores the attempt at humor, because all personality hiccups aside, Seungmins comfort and safety come first.

"Yeah." he nods vigorously. "I'm kind of excited." he tells him honestly. Minho can tell he's telling the truth by the drool pooling in the corner of his mouth and the hungry look in his eyes.

A lot of things go unsaid. It seems something more animalistic is on the both of their minds, but now's not the time to be so predatory. Seungmin's situation is delicate, and until it's resolved, to Minho, Seungmin is too.

Seungmin grabs Minho's cock, pumping it a couple of times, mesmerized by the way it triumphs his own considerably large hand and twitches in his hold.

Minho shifted down on the couch, maneuvering Suengmin where the omega is sat in the older man's lap. Seungmin does not slick even more because of how easily Minho was able to move with his weight on top of him.

With a dedication and hunger pooling in their guts and eyes, Seungmin lines the alphas tip with his stingy hole, attempting to hook it on his rim so he can push it inside, but it's like trying to get a zucchini inside of a Gatorade bottle.

"Come on, you've got it, Seungmo. Don't be scared of it."

Despite Minho's encouragement being genuine, the both of them are also very aware that he's teasing. It's apparent by the lilt in his sweet voice and the faltering smirk that breaks when Seungmin finally gets the tip inside.

Minho rubs his waist and hips, soothing the omega through the stretch. As he sinks, they moan in unison at the brain quaking sensation. It's more than enough but less than too much, but whatever it is, for lack of better words, it's fucking great. As he lifts back up and drops back down, Suengmin lets out a string of whimpers, watching with an open mouth as Minho's brows crease at the pressure around his too-big cock. His hands move to the underneath of Seungmins thighs, supporting most of his weight as he moves up and down with the hold of his lower body.

The omega holds Minho's face, connecting their lips again. They try their damndest to stay connected to one another, tongues and saliva sloppy between them and the movement of Seungmin riding Minho like a cowboy. Seungmin whimpers at the lack of kissing, but he can't bring himself to stop or slow down. It just feels so fucking good.

Minho's godly amount of dick is reaches places Yonsu hasn't ever even grazed, depths Seungmin swears he didn't know he had inside of him. It's all too much, the scent, the begging of Minho's alpha wanting to comfort Seungmin and Seungmins wanting a knot after being neglected for so long.

Minho draws near quickly, but Seungmin comes even quicker, creamy substance pooling at his grip around Minho's dick and cum squirting out of his pitifully erect cock, wasting all over both of their tummies.

Minho's makes an attempt at pulling Seungmin off his dick, but the omega objects, throwing his arms around his shoulders while shaking his head, begging him to keep going.

"Dammit, Seungminnie." Minho's voice cracks, being in Seungmin is so velvety and addicting, he isn't sure how much more he can take without popping a knot.

But who is he to deny such a pretty, pliant omega?

"Alright, Seungmo, hold on tight."

Without further a warning, Minho hooks his arms under Seungmin's long legs, leaning forward and standing from the couch.

Seungmin yelps in surprise when he's swooped up, but obeys as Minho carries him across the living room, past the kitchen. He sets the omega on his dining table, throwing his legs over his shoulder once he's laying back and spread out on the table.

Without fretting anymore, he plants his feet, drilling forward into Seungmin's hole, in pursuit of his own orgasm. Seungmin hollers, whines, yips, loudly, Minho would tease him if he wasn't so aware that this is probably the omegas first enjoyable fuck since meeting Yonsu, and he was any better.

The alpha borderline moans, pathetically, at the sensation of Seungmins tight, twitching walls so secure around his cock. It's not long before he cums, hard, shooting uncontrollably inside the omega. He leans forward, connecting his lips to Seungmin where he's laying beneath him on the table. Seungmin wraps his arms over his shoulders again, all pink and fucked out.

"Are you okay?" Minho questuons between kisses. Hoping he hadn't gone to far. "How are you feeling? Everything alright?"

Seungmin nods assuringly, over and over again, panting out quiet "Yes's" and "I'm fine's" between pecks.

"Minho, can we do it again? Please?"

And it's so rare for Seungmin to be so soft and direct, needy and openly delicate. What is Minho supposed to say? No? To his omega in need? That was never an option.

So Minho picks him up again, carrying the omega to his bedroom, where they lock out the cats until Seungmin eventually has to leave and air out his scent.

But until then, they're intertwined and connected, rocking the bed, connected in more ways then one, despite the odds.