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@Choi Beomgyuᵃˡᵖʰᵃ As he stood there, all dressed and ready to go, Yeosang couldn't help but notice yet again Beomgyu seemed to be thinking of something, contemplating maybe. Still, he's unsure of what it could be since he was dismissed earlier and he didn't want to annoy him by being nosy. Then he heard the latter finally speak as he stood there with his legs trembling like a newborn baby, and had it not been for Beomgyu coming to his aid and holding him by his waist, another minute on his own and he would've fallen back onto the couch or worse, the floor.

Is he upset for some reason? Yeosang stood there, confused, baffled even because it felt like Gyu's upset about something and it bothered him as he wasn't like that earlier, and with him continuing to scold him, or at least that's what it felt like, with Beomgyu correcting himself as he called him by his nickname, he couldn't help but pout softly yet this time, he didn't hold back. "Y-You can call me Sangie. . . I like that nickname. . ."

Yeosang muttered softly, avoiding Gyu's gaze this time as he blushed and opted to stay quiet. Making their way out of the bar, he felt so conscious of people obviously looking at them because who wouldn't? An alpha dragging an omega by the waist, on full display was everything that Gyu left on his previously unmarred skin, and the dead giveaway was him limping as they walked toward the exit.

Letting Gyu take over this time around, he listened to him again as they walked outside and towards the parking lot of the bar. "T-Thank you, Gyu. I appreciate it, really. It's not like I can go home in this state. . ." Yeosang uttered shyly, mentally scoffing at this whole situation and their demeanor towards each other as they're obviously now gauging each other's reaction to anything they both say as if they weren't just inside that private room, screaming each other's names, pumping pheromones like it's the end of the world and letting their scents stick to one another, and chasing pleasure and .

Thinking of what happened again, for some reason, it's like a movie playing in his head, he can see themselves having again but everything is in slow motion, he feels tingles in his whole body again as if he can still feel Gyu's lips on his skin. Shaking his head to rid of such thoughts again as his heat is yet to end and he didn't want to trigger it again, he did his best to hop on Gyu's bike, biting hard on his lower lip as he got on, letting out a sigh of relief as he finally got up, waiting for Gyu to hop on as well.

@Kang Yeosangᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ So it was a job of passion, Beomgyu thought, nodding to himself while Yeosang spoke. Even half-asleep, worn out, and pouting as he was, his voice still held a certain chime to it when he spoke about his writing. He sparkled a bit. It made Beomgyu want to read these books that filled Yeosang's pretty mind - something he hadn't done any more than necessary in at least a couple of years. Reading for pleasure was an indulgence he gave up when he dropped out of college, and making money became his only goal, yet here he was, feeling some sort of nostalgia for the idea.

Maybe it was this, maybe it was his own addled mind, but when he separated their bodies with a hiss, he didn't think much of it. Yeosang seemed most of the way to sleep, which meant he was ready to go, and he'd rather get the omega home than let him sleep here. Nobody should sleep on a bar couch that countless people had ed on - especially when they had just joined that number of people and fluids staining the upholstery. He sat the omega down and went about getting himself somewhat cleaned, and quickly dressed - every intention being to help Yeosang do the same - when he noticed that he was already taking care of himself.

It wasn't a bad thing. Might have even been admirable, given the state he had been in just moments ago when Gyu sat him down, but something in the alpha still felt... Hollow. Missing. He was irrationally upset that the other was dressed without him. Standing without him. He wasn't even taking advantage of the offer made for Beomgyu to help him move around?

Beomgyu scowled as he watched Yeosang walking, legs quivering like a newborn faun, and grabbed his jacket, checking his phone and bike keys. "You're kidding. Nothing about you looks fine, Sangie..." Beomgyu paused - that suddenly felt too intimate. Maybe if they ever hooked up again, it would be used. Right now it felt... Like he was getting too comfortable. "...Yeosang." The alpha corrected himself and moved up behind Yeosang, wrapping an arm around his omega's waist.

He supported the other as they walked back up to the bar, the bartender sparing only the quickest of glances over Beomgyu's now smoky eyeliner and Yeosang's throat now encased in a collar of bites, as they cashed out for the night. Beomgyu made sure the total didn't include anything extra, knowing that drunk Yeosang had already far overpaid for the drinks to cover a tip, and stuffed the card into the other's pocket before ushering him out, much the same way he had been ushered in, pushing Yeosang right back to his bike. "You're letting me take you home." He said quietly, no room for arguments from the omega.

@Choi Beomgyuᵃˡᵖʰᵃ "I have a good excuse though. I'm writing a book and it's a five-part series, I'm on book four already, and book five I'll be writing next year, once I get those two out, I'll be free from writing for at least a year, and finally take a very much needed vacation." Yeosang mutters softly with a soft pout on his lips but then again, it's not like he actually takes breaks because writing is what keeps him grounded and focused, if he doesn't finish what he's doing, especially this series that he's been writing for years now, it might derail his focus and everything will collapse.

Being told that he worries too much is only making him worry even more but it seems to him that Beomgyu doesn't want to talk about it so he doesn't push any further as he doesn't want to overstep his boundary knowing that Yeosang's someone that he just had with or the right term is a one night stand. Biting his lip at the thought, he tightened his hold around Gyu's waist, gently rubbing his cheek against his shoulder as well, sulking all because of his own train of thoughts and assumptions.

Already feeling his own body crash from everything that happened tonight and what they did, he was on the verge of falling asleep when he felt Beomgyu's knot subsiding inside him and soon enough, he was pulled away. Things just happened so fast that he found himself on the couch with Beomgyu already away from him. Holding back himself to sulk and pout as he already misses the warmth the other provided, he cleared his throat, gathered his clothes, and got dressed, however, the moment he stood up, he couldn't help but let out a soft squeak upon feeling something trail from his down and in between his thighs after trying to stand up, which had him sitting down immediately, cheeks flushed and red, so are his ears.

"I-I. . . feel sore. . . a-and, something's. . . uhh. . . nevermind. . ." Biting his lip yet again, he tried to stand up again but his legs failed him as they wobbled and trembled so badly that he only recalls being in this state back in college during their P.E class when the teacher all asked them to run ten laps as punishment since no one turned in their final project on time as they had back-to-back finals exams since all of them were graduating. Still, Yeosang tried and all while trudging slowly and taking one step at a time he made it to the door and looked over his shoulder.

"L-Let's go. . . I'll be fine, Gyu. . ." He muttered softly but to be honest, he didn't even want to go yet. He wants to spend more time with the alpha but then again who is he to demand such? He's just a one-night stand and Beomgyu was already way too kind and gracious enough to help him through his heat this way, he doesn't want to burden him any longer and further as the latter might be busy too. Yeosang doesn't want to monopolize his time too much and wants him to also be able to go home and get his needed rest.

@Kang Yeosangᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ "You're the first omega I've met that would rather work than go through their heat and take the time off." He all but snorted out the words, thinking about the omegas at his work that only ever seemed to be part-timers, for how often they called out or used cycle-based things as an excuse. Especially when it came to 'that time' for each of them. The blonde must have truly been a workaholic - or involved in something he loved. Beomgyu caught himself wondering idly which one it might be.

When he kept moving, dark eyes traced back to Yeosang from the odd middle-distance place they'd been focused on, brows lifting slightly and lips dropping down. It was like the omega could read his mind, and he, in turn, could feel the worry pouring off the other in heavy sheets. It was concerning. Very concerning. Beomgyu simply shook his head, eyes rolling and that usual cocky little smirk painting his lips. "You worry too much." He said simply, patting a hand on Yeosang's hip in what he hoped to be a calming, placating manner.

As they rested together, Yeosang in his arms, Beomgyu wrapped his arms tighter around the omega and nuzzled his face into Yeosang's neck, keeping his body held warm and tight as things gradually calmed. It wasn't too long before he could feel his knot finally shrinking down, but longer than he could recall in recent history; Beomgyu blaming how eager Yeosang was to move and nothing beyond that.

"You okay?" He asked, head tilting to the side when his hips rocked again, testing how everything felt before actively pulling the other off his lap. Depending on what Yeosang said would determine how quickly they moved now. It had to be very late evening, or maybe even near daybreak, but Beomgyu didn't mind waiting even longer if requested. "Tell me when you're ready to move, and I'll help you stand up."

@Choi Beomgyuᵃˡᵖʰᵃ Listening to Beomgyu as he explained, Yeosang chuckled softly. He wasn't aware of this earlier but now that his mind is a bit clearer than it was before, it's part of the reason why he didn't refuse Beomgyu's advances since he's a bit more sober every time he's in heat after hearing all the stories he heard from other omegas being jumped, it's his voice and the way he held him. It was comforting to Yeosang and he clung to that feeling and he didn't want it to end yet, hence why he's enjoying being in his arms for as long as he could.

"No need to explain it to me. I understand, but I hope I feel it now rather than later. I can't afford to be bedridden for days. I've got lots of work to do." Yeosang uttered softly and as their conversation kept going, he noticed a bit of a shift in Gyu's mood from time to time though he was unsure why, he hoped that it was nothing bad, but as he mentioned the and money part, he felt it again.

Slowly pulling his head away from Gyu's chest, he looked at him, their proximity making him blush profusely but he did want to know what was going on or if anything was bothering the alpha. "Is there something wrong, Gyu? I felt it, something while we were talking, and no, it's not in my but something shifts while we were talking, in your mood or something. Is everything okay?" He looked at the latter worriedly and noticing a few strands of stray hair, he gently brushed those back.

"Okay. I won't move anymore. . ." Yeosang pouted softly as Gyu called him out rather playfully, which had him rolling his eyes as well, given the opportunity to cuddle again, he did so and plopped his chest atop Gyu's again, wrapping his arms back around his torso loosely with his face nuzzled in Gyu's neck, inhaling his scent and hoping that whatever happens after this, that they can stay connected or at least friendly with one another because he knows for a fact that this could be just a one night stand for Gyu and he doesn't want to overcomplicate anything for the alpha as well.

@Kang Yeosangᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ Even in the waning haze of what had been, the buzz in the back of his head still strong, Beomgyu was surprised to receive a kiss from his omega. It felt genuine, albeit rushed, and he faltered on what to say or how to react. It wasn't the sort of attention he was used to, by any means and it struck him oddly coming from Yeosang. Not quite a heartache, but maybe something close to it? He'd have to dig in further when he was away from the scent that kept his head spinning.

"Depending on how your heat affects you, you might not feel sore until days later, when you're not as... hormonal." It was a ty way to put it, but Beomgyu could only speak from experience, not from any technical standpoint. How did you explain to someone that was actively knotted to you, stuck in your lap, that 'hey, this might not fix anything for you, and you might be one of the unlucky omegas that continues to suffer whenever they're not knotted, for as long as their heat lasts'? In short, you didn't. That was not his place in Yeosang's life. As it was... Did he even have a place there?

The next words that fell from the omega's lips pretty much cemented that he didn't. If it was all for " or money"... Whatever it was now, Beomgyu didn't try to think about it. Right now, it was heat and rut and a disorderly concoction of pheromones and animal instincts that brought them together; and maybe a bit of a bruised ego since he'd never had someone be so frank with him in speaking about his motivations.

Truthfully, he didn't have any when the night started, aside from protecting someone - a deep-seated alpha instinct he would have rather ignored, if he was being quite honest with himself - and the opportunity to go out and have some company that offered unlimited possibilities had bloomed from there. Now he wasn't even sure anymore. So he just kept rubbing Yeosang's back, murmuring to the omega in his lap. "Just relax... If you keep wiggling around, we're going to be stuck here forever. And if I stay stuck in you forever, I'm just going to keep ing you." As before, his words were tinged with teasing, always half-playful, and he pressed another kiss to the side of Yeosang's forehead, just wanting to exist in their peaceful little bubble for as long as they could.

@Shen Quanruiᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ It was an unnecessary kiss from Christian's point of view, he would have made a disgusted face if it has been someone other than Ricky. Perhaps because Chrsitian was trying to remain professional or because he is already used to Ricky's flirty actions, whatever the case is, Christian wasn't really bothered nut what actually troubled the alpha was the strong unfamiliar scent that is going to stick to him until he gets home. Having a scent different from his own or his son sticking to him made him annoyed for some reason that he never knew.

"I'm happy to have such effect on you, going to bed early is a good thing and I will be happy to fix that for you" Chritisan said his last words in a more like a father tone while he waited a moment at the bar before following outside. He could see Ricky leaving in the black Mercedes before he walked his way home. Smoking a cigarette to get rid of the lemon and lavender. Few minutes later he recieved a message and it made him smile. Perhaps it could be a chance for his son to meet someone new.


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@Choi Beomgyuᵃˡᵖʰᵃ Unable to move his body any further, Yeosang lay atop Gyu's chest like a limp doll, snuggling in against him and finding comfort in his warmth and presence as well. As he adjusted Yeosang's position, he uttered a soft thank you and gently rubbed his cheek on the alpha's shoulder, loosely wrapping his arms around Beomgyu's waist this time, being careful with his movements as every time he moved, he could feel Gyu's knot inside him and that evident remnant of Gyu's knot on his stomach that has not subsided yet with the latter being sheathed so far up inside him it reached the hilt.

Smiling softly at how Gyu kept trailing kisses along his shoulder and neck, liking how soft each kiss was, and as he left marks again, he then heard the question from him and he took a deep breath, letting it out before responding. "I did? I'm glad you said that. I thought my lack of experience would have you running out the door because it'll be a horrible time for you but I'm glad you said that. . ."

Yeosang muttered softly, giving him a chaste kiss on his lips, making him blush and moving his head back to its previous position as he continued. "I'm okay. I don't think I'm feeling the full effect yet so we'll know once you're not subsided and I'm able to move, it's my first knot after all but if I'm left sore or whatnot, I'll try to manage. . ." Yeosang uttered softly and remembered something. "Also, I'd like to thank you. I was crazy for doing everything I did but you stayed and put up with me until now. I'm not used to that so even if it's just because of the or money, I'm still thankful that you stayed and spent time with me. . ."

He suddenly felt shy because of his words, he wrapped his arms around Gyu's nape and buried his face into his neck. Indeed, he wouldn't take offense if Gyu stayed and did all of this because he'd gain something monetary and have with him. Still, it's the first time that someone didn't shun him away even when he was in such a state and didn't just take advantage and leave him, and for that, Yeosang's more than thankful that Gyu's still here and looked out after him earlier before they ended up in this bar.

@Kang Yeosangᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ If he never heard Yeosang chanting for more, he might have been okay. Even the way the pretty omega crooned and cried for him were nothing compared to wanton way he could make "more, please," sound; pretty as sin and twice as sweet. It made his head spin, something so tiny, so inconsequential in the grand scheme of things was what he felt himself caught up on.

Those two words were what signaled he was in trouble, because now he had to give Yeosang more.

That more would be reserved for another night, though, as Gyu welcomed the way Yeosang covered his skin once again, between more thickened fluids staining his stomach, and his sweet omega collapsing into his chest. The alpha wrapped him up in his arms, adjusting Yeosang's limp form for comfort and warmth. He'd need it for now, and until his throbbing knot could go down. And at the rate they had been going at it, it might be a while before either body stopped trembling with postcoital aftershocks long enough to give the other time to calm down. The grip on Yeosang's hips fell away, exchanged in favor of massaging the omega's back to help work out the muscles that would surely be sore in a few hours time.

His gaze moved back to the other's bruised neck, Beomgyu surveying his work and adding new marks here and there across Yeosang's neck and shoulder to balance out the others, their night of passion commemorated in his skin for review in the days to come. "You did so well, Sangie baby. How are you feeling?" He asked softly.

@Choi Beomgyuᵃˡᵖʰᵃ Noticing how Beomgyu's letting up, relaxing in a way underneath him, Yeosang observed him closely, eyes wandering all over his features which had him looking at the latter in awe because despite his mind hazy and muddled with all of his own pheromones and Beomgyu's masking his consciousness, he found the latter beautiful. So as he continued to ride him, Yeosang let go of his lip as he was biting the corner of his lower tier and let out a deep, shaky breath.

"You're beautiful, Gyu. . . gorgeous. . ." Yeosang whispered, seemingly out of it yet the second he felt that familiar hand around his throbbing and leaking length, he almost lost it again. "N-Not. . . there. . . m-my tummy will feel weirder. . ." He whined softly, but knowing the alpha, he knew he wouldn't stop, so he focused on pleasuring the latter, his confidence picking up as soon as he heard Beomgyu moan out how good it felt, loving how he sounded and he now wanted to hear more of it.

Keeping his pace steady, ensuring that his walls are stroking him well, another grunt and whimper slips past his lips as soon as he felt his being spanked, something he never thought he'd experience again but in a very. . . very arousing way. "More, Gyu. . . I want more, please~" At this point, Yeosang's unable to hold it back any longer, he felt that clenching in the pit of his stomach and he would let Beomgyu know of it and how he felt as he continued to ride the alpha, doing his best to ensure that it's a sensual and enjoyable experience for him as well.

Blushing profusely at Gyu's promise to fill him up, Yeosang then wrapped his arms around his nape as they shared yet another messy and passionate kiss, and suddenly feeling his length throb and pulsate as if getting bigger, his eyes widened at the realization. "Mnnngggh~!" Yeosang whimpered into the kiss, finding it hard to breathe as Gyu finally decided to knot him, the pain immediately spreading through his limbs, sobs filled the room once again as he cried into the kiss, feeling his insides being forced to expand and it was just painful, the only comfort he felt was when Gyu finally released inside him because it felt so warm and good.

"A-Ahh~ Gyu~ I-I'm clos— nnngggghhh~!" Feeling the need to breathe, immediately letting Gyu know of what was about to come, Yeosang pulled away and felt another painful clench in his stomach, already forgetting how many times he came but everything was just a mess in between them, his length coated in his own release, some dripping and some had soiled both his and Gyu's abdomen, leaving him jerking and twitching atop Gyu's lap as he leaned against the latter, spent and unable to move, cheek slumped against his right shoulder and face buried in Gyu's neck, his stomach bulging a bit and full of Gyu's release that he's yet to fully realize once they're able to pull away from each other but for now, he'll enjoy the latter's body cushioning him as he continues to bask in his comforting warmth.

@Kang Yeosangᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ It didn't take long to realize what his precious omega was doing, the way Yeosang shifted his hips telling so much without saying anything at all. Beomgyu stilled his own hips, though, offering the other a space of his own to explore what felt good - this was the only way he could let the omega learn for himself, after all. Instead, Beomgyu found other ways to keep himself occupied. He wrapped a hand around Yeosang's dripping length - not moving, but simply keeping a firm grip, palm slicked enough that each little motion of Yeosang's hips made his length move in and out of the ring of Beomgyu's palm.

His other hand caressed the omega's hip, out his encouragements under his breath. ", baby.... That's good, so good. Keep going--" Soon enough, the compliments were fading in favor of deep, throaty moans, the alpha unable to keep his stoic stillness anymore. Not with Yeosang making such beautiful sounds, not with how deeply he was being swallowed up, the rapidly changing pace keeping him on his toes, chasing the high that Yeosang seemed so close to.

", pretty baby, keep going," He grunted out the words, encouraging Yeosang with a slap to one firm cheek, both hands squeezing his omega's hips tight as his body arched up; finding a pace that he liked and riding it out with the other. For all the command that he took, Beomgyu found a way to settle into the rhythm that seemed to work for his pretty little omega, bucking his hips up in time with the way Yeosang rode him.

As their bodies connected and teased each other further, each had Beomgyu's mind going blank, swearing he could feel the bottom of Yeosang's stomach when they crashed back together. There was no way that he was going to hold on for too much longer, but he was also stricken with concern at the way Yeosang would take all of him in. Without breaking pace at all, Beomgyu pulled Yeosang's hair, making the omega look him in the eyes, practically growling out the words. "Gonna knot you, baby. Need to fill you up." And with those words, he crashed their lips together again - hard, needy, sloppy, and the perfect attempt at a distraction as he felt the muscles at the base of his length begin to swell.

Each bounce and was getting harder to pull away from, but Beomgyu swallowed up all of those whimpers eagerly, kissing them away as his knot grew and locked them in place together. The alpha's strong hands held Yeosang down, their hips pressed tightly together to make sure he was fully seated, knot stretching his omega past breaking and hot flooding the others walls without any apology, just the sweet buzz of release.

@Choi Beomgyuᵃˡᵖʰᵃ For Yeosang, nothing else matters to him other than ensuring that he's able to make Beomgyu feel the same pleasure as well. He's a shy person, a shut-in as others called him, making it hard for him to gain friends but despite this place being public, he didn't care anymore as in his mind, they're in this bubble wherein it's only him and Beomgyu that exists, their lust for each other, and the thirst for one another that they are so eager and desperate to quench, and in doing so, they've gone deeper to the point of no return.

Tilting his head up for a moment, allowing Gyu to have more space to mark around his neck and decolletage area, he kept softly only for the alpha, ensuring that he too was gratified as he let Gyu see the wreck he made out of him as he's nothing but a disheveled and mess on his lap. Letting him pull his body close, Yeosang clung onto him, arms around his nape and whimpering yet again upon feeling his length squeezed between them, feeling more precum dripping out the tip, the realization of what's happening making him blush profusely.

"No. . . one. . . I-I don't want anyone else, Gyu. . . I've never felt like this before. . . this good. . . y-you feel so good inside me. . . it's yours. All yours. . ." Yeosang whispered against his lips, his own ghosting atop Gyu, the temptation to kiss the latter's there and he's thankful for the alpha for finally closing in that gap between them, kissing him and keeping up with his pace as much as he could, parting his lips only for him as they explored each other's cavern.

By the time he needs to breathe, he slowly pulls away and with the offer to try something, Yeosang immediately starts albeit his pace slow as he only picked up from the stories he'd read before and how Gyu moved earlier. Rolling his hips only to tremble as the tip grazed against the hilt deep inside him and his prostate, he kept going. He didn't want to disappoint the latter and he also wants to ensure that Gyu is going to feel good. "P-Please tell me if I'm doing something wrong or if anything hurts. . ." Yeosang muttered softly and from there, he starts to lift his hips and up, dropping himself atop the alpha's throbbing girth.

"Mnngggh~! Oh god. . . i-it's so deep, Gyu. . . y-you're so deep inside me~" Yeosang sobbed but he kept going as his velvety walls clenched tightly around Gyu's length that was barely able to fit inside him, hence why it felt so full and at times, it felt as if his insides were being forced open, stretched out more than he thought it could be. "Nnnggh~ Beomgyu~" Biting his lip as he kept going with his arms draped over his shoulder, palms flush against his nape for support, he alternated from riding Gyu to rocking his hips back and forth and at varying speeds and paces as well, all while throwing his head back from time to time, his body arching up as he cried for Beomgyu, his name slipping past his lips, called like a saint to beg for, fully succumbing to all of this, to him.

@Kang Yeosangᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ The quick shift between meek whispers and yelps of pleasured pain were intoxicating, and Beomgyu bristled with pride that only he could draw such noises from his omega. Granted, he may have shared those sounds with someone beyond the small window, perched too high to see through from the outside streets, or maybe even someone pressed to the door of their room, but they would only ever get a fraction of the omega he had in his lap. Only he could say that he knew the complete package, and that thought made him rumble out soft moans, reverberating against the purple marks he was embedding into Yeosang's neck.

Soft palms slid upwards, tracing slender hips and diverting: one wrapped around Yeosang's back to support him, while the other caressed the omega's jaw. He pulled Yeosang closer, letting their chests rub together with each ; the mess that had only been staining Yeosang's body now painting Beomgyu's as well. Between that, and the dripping length pressed between their abdomens, the alpha was allowing - encouraging, even - the sharing of the heated omega's scent across his skin as he rutted up into Yeosang's walls. "It's like you were made to fit with me, pretty baby. Nobody else will ever fill you this deeply, or feel so good inside you."

His head tilted upwards, matching gazes with the other wolf and something in that was magnetic. He was drawn to try kissing him again, and the hand that had been holding Yeosang's jaw slipped up into his hair to help facilitate such an act. Maybe even tugging a little as Yeosang pulled back, leaving Beomgyu the taste of the other off his lips, darkened gaze resting firmly on heart-shaped lips, chasing them again as soon as the words fell from Yeosang's plump pair. This time, he delved deeper, exploring how the omega tasted, the slip and tangle of tongues, and the way his body moved when he squirmed on top of Beomgyu's lap.

"Come on, baby... Show me what you want." Beomgyu groaned, his voice nearly as thick with lust as his scent was, hanging in the air around them. His own hips slowed, rolling languidly into the other as he watched the omega with blown pupils, giving Yeosang all of his attention, all of his focus, and fully prepared to give whatever else he asked for.

@Choi Beomgyuᵃˡᵖʰᵃ In the back of his hazy mind, Yeosang knew deep down that he was hooked, not only by the feeling of having Beomgyu hold him but by everything that he's done and is still doing to his body are things he never thought anyone would do to him nor that he'd like them but here he is, shamelessly albeit at times he sobs but that's only part of how he's able to express what he feels as words are starting to fail him as the alpha continued to ravish his body.

Truth be told, Yeosang never thought he'd ever engage in anything close to what he and Beomgyu's doing right now. He always thought that he'd be better off without experience yet here he is, giving away his ity in a bar, let alone on a couch with a man he barely knew yet feeling more than acquainted with Beomgyu as they explore each other's bodies, more so the alpha.

Laying a bit still from that high he just experienced, feeling something damp against his torso and wet on his cheek, Yeosang flashed a faint smile upon seeing Beomgyu smile as well, unsure if that was just a figment of his imagination but seeing the latter smile for the first time made him feel at ease yet at the same time thirsty for more of the alpha whom he now notices leaning forth and giving his cheek a for some reason.

"Gyu. . . m-my tummy feels weird again. . ." Yeosang uttered, his voice soft and meek as he sought comfort from the latter but instead of that, he watched as Beomgyu finally took off the last pieces of clothing he had and Yeosang's as well, fully feeling the cold air from the a/c, which is then subsided by Beomgyu's warm body and his own as he goes through his heat. Thinking that'd be it and the alpha would continue to inside him as he could feel that itching in his entrance again, Yeosang was left gasping for air the second he felt his lithe body being pulled up.

"W-Wait. . . not this, Gyu. A-Ahhh~! T-Too deep!" Yeosang sobbed, tears cascading down his cheeks the moment he felt his walls glide down, forcing them to take his length deeper than he could ever imagine, and once seated on Gyu's lap, the tip of his length immediately hit the hilt inside him and his prostate, making him quiver and tremble as he held onto the alpha, arms around his nape as he sunk deeper on his lap wherein he fits perfectly.

Heady and needy because of his heat and inhaling Beomgyu's scent, Yeosang tried to stay still as for some reason, this position made him feel ticklish down there, his stomach continued to churn and tighten, and so did his walls around Beomgyu. His train of thought then diminished upon feeling the latter up inside him with ease and he could feel that something was different this time around.

"N-Nnngggh~ . . . mnngggh~ Beomgyu~" Yeosang moaned shamelessly, letting Gyu nip and bite on his scent gland, making him release more pheromones as he succumbed to Beomgyu's ministrations. Biting the corner of his lip, arms still wrapped around his nape, he looked into Beomgyu's eyes, holding his gaze with his own and he leaned in, kissing him for a short moment, nibbling and on his lower lip before slowly pulling away. "I-I want to try something, Gyu, please. . ." Yeosang muttered in between moans and grunts with how hard Gyu's hitting the right spots inside him, hoping the alpha was still able to listen to him as this time around, Yeosang wanted to see the latter underneath him, to see him succumb to him as well.

@Kang Yeosangᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ It made the alpha smile to hear every whine and moan, the soft and innocent ways Yeosang pleaded to him sullied by the sounds of the parties going on around them; stained with alcohol, and tarnished by the burning scent that accompanied the alpha, growing ever stronger when the omega's body took him so well. Everything about Yeosang tempted something deep inside of him, and tenuous grips were slipping. Soon, he'd have no more gentleness to offer the omega, but he'd try to prepare him as much as he could before they hit that point.

"Baby, does it hurt or is it empty? I bet your tummy just needs me to move more." When he spoke, the alpha had a low growl to his words, commanding attention from the innocent omega he was guiding right now, disliking the way the other pulled away from the kisses he'd demanded so earnestly. Still, he was too occupied stroking Yeosang, watching him cry, and slowly pressing his length into the deepest parts of his unexplored walls, to be too upset or attempt to punish him... Yet.

However, when the other wolf suddenly exploded, Beomgyu let out a snarl. If Yeosang had been tight before, his walls were suffocating now, and this was too much. The last threads of what might have been sanity snapped, and the full effects of having a heated omega locked in a room with an alpha were realized. Something in Yeosang's unbridled pheromones triggered Beomgyu to a full rut, like flipping a light switch. That's what that nagging pressure had been, the call at the back of his brain a warning that he hadn't heeded.

the stray dribble of from Yeosang's cheek, the Alpha straightened up, unwrapping himself from Yeosang just to strip himself down, casting away the thick leather jacket and his stuffy work shirt. Then he moved onto the omega, taking his shirts away and gripping onto his hips, pulling Yeosang's body into his lap in an easy, practiced motion. He sat back on the couch, pulling the omega close, burying his face against his scent gland, nipping and on it to release more of the intoxicating scent that made his own campfire-warm one rise to answer.

Once he had their new position settled, Beomgyu began to move in deep, hard s, guiding Yeosang's hips to make the most of each. He was no longer just seeking out his own pleasure, but chasing the high of *mating* - giving into the muddled high demanding that he become one with the other wolf without any inhibition.

@Choi Beomgyuᵃˡᵖʰᵃ Laying there, just looking at Beomgyu, Yeosang looked away at some point upon feeling his gaze to be too much yet not in a bad way but a dangerous one because the more that he looked into the alpha's eyes, seeing that brooding gaze and how it held his own, he couldn't help but feel that churning in the pit of his stomach and his length kept throbbing and twitching, the realization that Gyu's mere gaze arouses him had him blushing profusely.

With his body burning, only knowing of this way to relieve it, and probably will be the only way that he'll seek to do so, he clung onto Beomgyu as soon as he held him in his arms, his own wrapped around the latter's nape, a shaky breath slipping past his lips as Gyu kissed his cheek and down his neck, the act itself, though he knows is just what he asked for and needed at the moment, made his heart skip a beat since he never had someone done this before. However, as much as he's experiencing the full blast of his heat, he knows that how this started is how this must end; them being strangers, lucky enough if they even become friends.

"Please, Gyu. . . my tummy already feels full. . ." Yeosang muttered softly under his breath, writhing still, taking his precious time with Beomgyu allowing him to have this break but he should've known better than to trust him to not do anything that'll drive him wild because, in the same second, he felt his hand press down against his lower abdomen, which had Yeosang squirming and sobbing softly. "N-No. . . not there— nnggh~ . . . ahhh~" Yeosang whimpers as never in his lifetime did he imagine feeling such sensation that he couldn't explain nor will ever there be words for, he just felt how deep Beomgyu is sheathed inside him and he's unsure of what to do with that.

Biting his lip for a second, trying his best to once again keep up with Beomgyu as he picked his pace and antics up, he continued to himself, the sensation of the skin around his length being pulled back and forth, how his palm glides with ease from the tip down to the base had him quivering, stopping again for a moment, only for Gyu to take over and keep him on the edge of losing his sanity.

"A-Ahhh~ . . . t-too much. . . I can't. . ." Yeosang panted as he pulled away from the deep kiss, only to bury his face in his neck, his actions making him quiver yet again, and as he rolled his hips, it made him jolt, back arched up and head tilted back as more tears spill from his already swollen eyes. "N-No more. . . my tummy hurts. . ." Yeosang whined as his length leaked more precum and each reverberated from his up to his stomach with that one hitting the hilt inside him and up against his prostate, causing him to all of a sudden and way too hard, and feeling some of it on his chest and cheek, mumbling for Gyu to give him a break for now yet his body and is a lost cause as his walls clenched desperately and tightly around Gyu's girth, his length hard again in a matter of mere seconds with his pheromones continuously pumping out atop his skin, filling the room up once again.

@Kang Yeosangᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ Beomgyu was lost amidst the heat and pressure wrapped around his length, velveteen walls massaging his length without any pretense, and probably no conscious input from Yeosang. Truthfully, the omega already looked ed out and the fevered pace that the alpha took was probably no help to that. While Beomgyu took no personal qualm about causing pain, he was conscious on some level that this was the first for Yeosang, and even his reckless inner wolf knew that some care should be had with him. As he was pulled down, the blood rushing through his ears took a backseat to the keening of the omega beneath him.

Beomgyu wrapped the legs over his arms around his hips, sinking down lower to wrap the omega in his embrace, his head tilting down to kiss the other's tear-stained cheeks and throat. The faint smell of salt permeated the air close to Yeosang's skin, and the alpha didn't hesitate to lap some of it away, breaking the heady sweetness that still filled his mouth from Yeosang's slick.

"Shhh, pretty baby... I'm going to leave you so full, this will be nothing. I'll take such good care of you, breed my gorgeous little omega. I'll fix everything for you, Sangie, trust me." He whispered out his promises; sweet words to him, questionable by many other standards. Still, he did have the innate drive to caress, to , to adore as he ruined the omega, and he pulled Yeosang closer with one arm while the other slipped between their bodies.

He first pressed against the flat abdomen of the other male, smirking as he felt himself buried so deep, his hand coated in the wet mess created by Yeosang's own , pathetically weeping against his stomach. "Sangie baby, you need to keep playing with yourself. Your pretty little needs attention." His words were chastising, harsh around the edges, but the way he pressed their lips together afterwards was sweet, languid, and exploratory. His tongue slipped past puffy, bitten tiers, teasing Yeosang's own. Gyu's hand wrapped firmly around the omega's length, pumping up and down with an easy pace that matched the way their lips moved: always with the alpha leading, teaching, showing the omega his favorite ways to feel good. And as he distracted Yeosang enough, his hips began to move in a slow grind, s taking mere centimeters, and hips rolling in such a way to press the swollen tip against Yeosang's prostate with every other .

@Choi Beomgyuᵃˡᵖʰᵃ Squirming, gripping Beomgyu's hair, and crying against the back of his hand, nipping and biting on his flesh, Yeosang did his best to keep up with him but even the slightest movement and touch from the alpha had him sniffling and jolting as each of his ministrations keep catching him off guard and surprising him add to that, each touch and whatever it is that he does renders him speechless, trembling as Gyu focused on his thighs time around, amplifying the effects of the heat on his body as he feels as if his whole being is ablaze from an invisible fire that can only be put out by being touched as he's experiencing now for the first time from the latter.

As his chest rapidly rose and fell with him writhing underneath Beomgyu, thinking that this could be it, there was nothing more up his sleeves, Yeosang thought that maybe he could finally take a break as everything was overwhelming and overstimulating him. Still, he was proven wrong immediately as soon as he felt the alpha guide his hand down his own crotch, which had him almost freaking out. Still, he ends up twisting his body, facing the couch's backrest, face buried in his right arm. At the same time, Beomgyu kept moving his hand to his arousal, something that he had never done before as he was used to just waiting for his cycle out every month, suffering in pain while cooped up under the blankets in his own nest.

"N-No more. . . m-my tummy hurts, Gyu. . . p-please. . . I'm going crazy. . ." He sobbed softly but by now, Yeosang should've already known that at no point in time would Gyu stop given his actions earlier and what he was doing now and with the alpha's words going in and out of the other ear with how fuzzy his mind is, Yeosang just looked up at him, watching as he chuckled, listening to his voice as he did, letting out a meek moan upon feeling his hot breath against his sensitive inner thigh, causing his length to twitch.

But what came next, no matter how much Gyu prepared him, was something that Yeosang never thought he'd experience, and in that moment, he could see it in his mind; Gyu's finger slipping ever so slowly in him, feeling every single inch that slips inside his entrance, skin grazing against his velvety walls, causing him to have his words caught in his throat as he parts his lips for a moment, only to bite his lower tier harshly, squirming yet again.

By the time Gyu starts to actually loosen him up and pulls out after, Yeosang's mind is as blank as a paper, and it shows; he looks high out of his mind from all the alcohol he had, face stricken with tears, and lips swollen, his blank eyes fixated on Beomgyu and it only changed the second he felt him breach his entrance and by then, he realized how big of a difference his length and fingers have. "I-I— nnngghhh~ . . . i-it hurts. . . it might rip. . ." Yeosang sobbed softly and wrapped his arms around Beomgyu's nape, pulling him closer as tears cascaded down his temples.

"Hold me, please. . ." Yeosang whispered as Gyu stopped once his girth's fully sheathed, the soreness around the base of Gyu's length already making its presence known as he felt it deep inside him. "M-My tummy feels so full. . ." Yeosang muttered, repeating those words all while turning his head from one side to the other, feeling feverish and out of it yet craving for more as his body released more of his pheromones, slick, and precum that's now sullying his shirt as it had pooled on one spot on his abdomen/

@Christian Yuᵃˡᵖʰᵃ "And here I thought you didn't even *like* me, since you never put my number to use." The omega teased, eating up the compliments as they came his way. Unlike many of the others he chased, Christian had no reason to give him compliments or sweet words. If nothing else, Christian had the most reason to be frank with him, which meant that everything he said held a little more weight than the average wolf in the pack. Ricky felt his cheeks pinking up a little bit, blaming it on the alcohol he'd consumed to justify the heat to himself.

That heat still hadn't dissipated when the alpha's paternal side took him for another ride atop the "What If" express, feeling him so close and showing concern - worry - genuine human caring! - Oh, all of it was nearly too much for the omega to bare with in his waning heat. He made sure the alpha was strongly scented of him, lemons, limes, and lavender, by running his palms over broad shoulders when they stood so close to one another.

"I live in a foreign world, Christian, I can't escape that. But since you've given me a curfew, and a job to do... I suppose I'll go call that car now. Thank you for tonight, *Alpha*." Against his better judgement, flirtation won, and Ricky just barely brushed his lips against the older wolf's cheekbone, taking the napkin he'd been given in return. He seriously talked himself into this one... But it couldn't be helped. He needed that information, and if it took a little babysitting... Well, the collegiate could play nice for a while, right?

After the kiss, Ricky pulled back, grabbing his phone and bag from the bar, heading out the front door without another word. He didn't need the bartenders thinking he was leaving with Christian, but he would keep his promise and head back to his apartment for the night. It was the least he could do, honestly, and since he now had an obligation to tend to, he'd need all the sleep he could get. Calling for a ride took seconds, and soon enough, he was in the back of a slick black Mercedes, heading back to his home.

He sent off one last message before he turned off his phone for the night, wearily unlocking his door and slipping off his shoes.

{ @ Christian - IT specialist
I'm home. I'll meet you and little Ian tomorrow at 1300 sharp. }

@Shen Quanruiᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ "Probably some other time I will test such theories" Christian wouldn't mind a little teasing from the younger omega as it was just a little something that reminded him of his true self as an alpha instead of a full time single father of a two year old boy. "But I do like this style it suits you in a way" He honestly complimented as he didn't want to leave any bad impressions when he didn't mean any.

"I don't mind at all, actually you can just take him for couple hours after his day care... There is a kids cafe and a nice park to play around. He is a big boy and trained to take care of his own business already. Besides his meals are healthy so he is a healthy boy you won't find any difficulty watching him. Just have some play time and clear your mind off any trouble until I get the info you need" Christian usually spoke a little only stating what he needed to deliver but when he talks about his child he could talk for hours nonstop.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Could be just because we have seen each other for quite some time already and counting the numbers of time you were drinking is actually a lot when you are in a foreign place." Chrsitian protective instinct was speaking for him as well as his hand that moved slightly behind Ricky's back ready to support of the younger would fall back. "it would be rude if I just leave, I can see you leave first.. But you have to make sure to show up at the day care tomorrow at 1 pm, I will let you meet little Ian before I leave to work" Chrsitian whispered back since he wanted to keep the same position for a moment while he reached for a napkin with his free hand and scribbled down the address to the day care he takes his son to then handed the napkin to Ricky"

@Kang Yeosangᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ Listening to the words that filtered through from the other's lips didn't slow the pace of the alpha, thick tongue ensuring he caught every bit of the slick that dripped free before he was here to lap it up. The strong waves of pheromones attached to every drop of the sticky, sweet fluid meant that he barely came up for air, either. There just wasn't *time* to answer him verbally, when Yeosang's body was crying out to Beomgyu's, begging for so much, and he was answering in his own way. His slick muscle found resistance against the omega's waiting entrance, and he wasted little time in bringing a slender digit to his tongue, letting it drip with commingled saliva and slick before he began massaging the puckering hole with his fingertip. His mouth traversed outward, seeking bites and kisses across one pretty thigh as another way to distract Yeosang from what he could only imagine would go one of two ways - a painful pressure, or the release thereof - depending on just how wound up the omega was.

Relinquishing his other hand's hold temporarily, Beomgyu's hand pulled into Yeosang's, bringing the omega's palm to wrap around his shaft, guiding the way he touched himself. Even that was slick, nearly frictionless with how Yeosang was dripping precum across his own body, his fist closed around the other, smaller hand to feel it with a hum. The alpha's lips remained pressed to a thigh, continuing with his penchant for marking his things. "You're so wet, baby. So worked up and just begging for a fat knot to fix all your problems."

Beomgyu chuckled against the omega's skin, finally breaking past the tight ring that clenched immediately around his digit. The sensation was surreal; muscles clenched tightly around his finger but so soft and practically melting once he made it past that initial resistance. The alpha's twitched against the couch, and he could already feel himself throbbing, aching to be inside of the omega; to fix him, fill him, satisfy the heat that teased both of them so.

His inner voice grew wildly impatient with this new input, and Beomgyu had no resistance to instinct. One long finger slid in and out of the tight ring a few times, quickly followed by a second digit to coach the muscles open. It didn't feel like he was making any headway, though - Yeosang's body was so tight, and he was feeling the pressure of having a needy omega before him. His fingers slipped away, wrapping around the tip of to spread the needed lubricant around the swollen tip. "This will probably hurt, but it will make everything better." He promised, shifting their positions so that Yeosang's marked thigh hooked over a forearm, the other leg remaining splayed over the back of the couch, and he fit snugly between the weeping omega's thighs. "Big breath," he coached, lining his length to omega's waiting entrance, and listening for compliance before he broke through any resistance, hips slamming into the other's to fully fit himself inside of the tight, scorching heat of Yeosang's body without any other warning. Once sheathed, he paused, allowing the other male time to adjust to the new feeling.

@Choi Beomgyuᵃˡᵖʰᵃ It was getting to him, seeping into his very being, affecting him like no other, taking his consciousness away and his self-control as Yeosang allowed Beomgyu to hold and manhandle him like this, for a few seconds, he zoned out yet kept his eyes upon the latter all while his mouth is being stuffed, gagging around Beomgyu's length, his throat closing in on that bulbous tip, giving Yeosang a taste of his precum, and by the time he pulled away, he's just an utter mess; hair disheveled, mouth swollen and starting to feel sore, and his eyes reddening around the edges as tears brimmed them.

Panting heavily as he caught his breath once allowed to breathe with Gyu pulling his head away from his length, he just looked up at him, in a trance as his body kept pumping out his pheromones, his heat fully kicking in as he could feel that pain and itch in his body, particularly in his lower abdomen, in the pit of his stomach, something that he wants to plead for to be helped but words fail to slip past his lips.

"Look at you, pretty baby. . ." Hearing those and feeling the cold wind of the a/c against his hot skin, he winced and realized that he was from the waist down but didn't even have the capacity or energy to protest. "I. . . I-I don't know. . . my stomach feels weird, Gyu. . . it hurts. . . it keeps clenching. It's too hot. . . am I going crazy?" Yeosang muttered under his breath and before he could even comprehend what was going on, he felt his legs being spread apart and pinned up, the position itself making him blush profusely but upon seeing Gyu dip his head down, he immediately placed a hand atop his head.

"W-Wait. W-What are y— nnngggh~!" Yeosang's eyes widened upon feeling the sensation of his mouth and tongue lapping on his slicked-up hole, the ring of muscles puckering, clenching, and releasing as he squirmed on the couch, not knowing what to do as his gauge starting to reach the limit as he turned his head to the side, cheek pressed against the couch with tears cascading down his nose. "P-Please, slow down, Gyu. . . I-I feel wei— nnggah~!"

Upon feeling the latter's tongue press up against his tender and tight hole, his body jolts, fingers slipping through Gyu's locks and tugging on them, finding this as the only way to relieve that overwhelming sensation that he's feeling all over his body and the deepest pit of his stomach, making his own length twitch and leak against his abdomen and with all of what he's doing, combined with his heat, Yeosang found himself whimpering and crying on the couch, not knowing what to do with all of the pleasure and sensation that he's feeling.

@Kang Yeosangᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ Beomgyu's mind raced as he realized they hadn't even be properly introduced to that point, concerned for half a second before his hands were on Yeosang again. He wrapped his arms around the omega, grin only growing brighter as he smelled himself stained on top of Yeosang's skin, and he was fully prepared to start stripping the other male - but his eager fingers were beaten to completion, and had missed the start entirely.

In no way was he ashamed of his length; not even how hard he was already for the other male. If nothing else, it was a compliment to Yeosang - Right? As the blonde got to work, long fingers wove into his hair, petting and caressing him while watching; dark eyes fixated on those plush pink lips, and the almost innocent way he created such a mess of his own face so quickly. "So eager, Yeosang... Sangie." Beomgyu tested the name on his tongue, his tone deepening as he moaned.

His fingers tightened in their hold on soft blonde locks, holding the beauty in place so he could move his hips instead. Watching his thick length slide past those pretty, heart shaped lips with each and savoring in the warmth of his mouth. ", Sangie baby... Pretty little omega like you was made for this." He crooned, lauding praise as he held Yeosang down, the tip of his length breaching the tight ring of the omega's throat. He paused, gaze fixed on how Yeosang's eyes widened and watered before he pulled back enough to allow the other a breath. Beomgyu didn't give him a break, however, hips rolling in shallow s as he continued: "I can't wait to breed your . Tell me, pretty baby, are you dripping, thinking about my filling you up and fixing all those nasty symptoms?"

It took great mental effort not to those pretty lips until he stained Yeosang's skin with his - the idea of ruining him for anybody else so tempting, knowing he'd leave the omega marked inside and out - But Beomgyu shifted, hips rolling back until he parted from Yeosang. He slipped his phone from his jacket pocket, snapping a picture of the beauty that was wet eyes, puffy lips, and spit-soaked skin, keeping a souvenir of tonight.

Tucking the device back away, Beomgyu kicked out of his pants and picked up Yeosang from under his arms, laying him back down on the couch and immediately stripping him from the waist down, marveling at his pale figure. "Look at you, pretty baby..." He whistled in appreciation, fingers stroking along muscular thighs before spreading them wide and pinning them open, his alpha nature drawn to the pheromones that meant this man needed to be ed within an inch of his life. Beomgyu's head disappeared between thick thighs, lapping up the slick that was already dribbling from Yeosang's puckering hole before he went right to the source; tongue pressing deep into soft, wet walls like a starving man offered his favorite meal.

@Choi Beomgyuᵃˡᵖʰᵃ Yeosang lays there, still being marked along and around his neck area, thoughts swarming his mind yet none of it made sense. A few hours ago, he was just out and about to decompress, thinking of having a few drinks to let steam out, going home, dropping on his bed, and passing out yet here he is, underneath Beomgyu, who promised him the things that were aforementioned while they were at the park and wasn't on top of that last as far as he can remember in his fuzzy mind. Still hearing that faint ringing in his ear, Yeosang once again felt Beomgyu's lips which felt way too hot against his skin as if he could hear this sizzling nose every single time his lips came into contact, leaving him panting and squirming underneath him.

"G-Gyu. . ." Yeosang finally managed to mutter ever since all of this started but before he could hear a response, the door swung open, and in came the bartender with the bucket of ice that he asked for but before he could say or do anything, a soft whimper slips past his lips upon feeling that deathly grip on his hands and Gyu's voice echoing in his ears, albeit his words are starting to become a blur with the door wide open and noises coming from the outside coming in, the herbal scent coming in hot inside their private room, effectively inhaling it as he's panting and writhing underneath the latter.

Still drunk out of his mind, Yeosang reached for another drink, wanting to quench his thirst he's feeling and he barely had a sip when Beomgyu came back after shoving the bartender back, slouched on the couch, trying his best to keep himself up. With the door finally closed, he can now hear Gyu better and he's at a loss on what to do but thought all of this and he starts crawling over to where the latter is.

Sitting on the couch with Beomgyu still standing up, Yeosang then wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him closer. "I'm Yeosang. . . my name is not Pinky, it's Yeosang. . ." He huffed as he muttered under his breath and soon enough, he was fumbling and tugging on Beomgyu's belt, ping his pants and slowly taking off his boxers, pulling them down halfway. Blushing at the sight of his length as it sprung out, Yeosang thought of everything he wrote in his books and got to work.

Taking hold of his balls, he starts to on those first, dragging his tongue over the underside of Beomgyu's length until he reached the tip. Once there, he looked up at him, drool trailing down his chin as he tried to fit him in his mouth, just imagining the sight itself had Yeosang squirming in his seat, hands curling into fists atop his lap as he pushed further, taking Beomgyu deeper in his mouth, unsure if what he's doing is what Gyu wants nor if it's right since this is his first time doing such.

@Kang Yeosangᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ It was funny, really. A mere few moments ago, Beomgyu was considering all the ed up things they could do together, and had been... Somewhere far down the list. Not first, nor second, but somewhere far below more entertaining things like vandalism and street racing. Instead, he was now drunk and one-track-minded, his lips stained in the taste of his own specialty cocktail and ears ringing with the soft, low sounds of the omega beneath him. Not the turn he'd expected for the night, but hey, he was hardly complaining as he laid dark marks into a previously pale throat.

It was this one-tracked-mind that had Beomgyu gripping both wrists tighter the moment he heard the door click, all senses on overdrive; someone was here to attempt to take what was *his*. The bartender stood in the doorway with a stupid grin on his face, probably having made the same realization as Beomgyu with the way he sauntered in, bucket of ice in hand - getting too close to Yeosang for the alpha's liking.

"Get the out, Chris." He hissed out the words, the grip of his hands probably bruising by now, but the state of Yeosang's wrists was not his first concern. The fact that he still held them meant that the omega was still safe (in his own mind, but unfortunately not safe *from* him) from the bartender he'd previously considered sharing the pretty omega with. It was that same grip that was used to pull the omega up, pushed, half-sitting, into the corner of the couch while Beomgyu lifted himself up, ready to make the extra male leave at any cost.

It didn't take much - a quick shove towards the door, and the realization that Beomgyu's plans had changed somewhere in the moments he'd been gone - before Gyu had the bartender turning to leave, metaphorical tail tucked, and Yeosang his prize to claim for the efforts. This time, the alpha bolted the door, making sure that prize would be his alone to enjoy; lips curling in a sinister smirk.

"Come on, pinky. Don't you think you should be thanking me for protecting you? Be a good boy, hm?"

@Choi Beomgyuᵃˡᵖʰᵃ He knows he's being irrational, he's not himself, and he's out of it, with all of the alcohol in his system and whatever it was that the bartender brought over, it's proving to be effective at making him lose self-control that he's loosely cursing every chance he gets and now even taunting Beomgyu who proved that he can dish it out and do whatever it is that he said he could and will. Biting his lip as he felt that pulsating in his head again specifically on his temples, Yeosang downed another shot of the pink drink and was about to take another when he heard the question.

"Are you in heat?"

He stopped mid-movement, hands gripping the glass that was still on the table and eyes wide. His breathing starts to pick up at the realization that he forgot the schedule of his own cycle and with trembling hands, he fished his phone out of the pocket of his jeans, and indeed, it's the week of his heat, no wonder he felt suffocated in his apartment, even being under the sheets. He was so damn busy writing his manuscript that he forgot the date, even the time, that's how he is whenever he's writing.

Before he could even confirm Beomgyu's suspicion, Yeosang found himself pinned underneath the latter, wrists and hands pinned on either side of his head and feeling Gyu's tongue searing against his skin as he up his neck where his scent gland was, making him quiver and whimper. As their scents mixed, he was already writhing underneath Gyu as he was starting to lose his inhibitions.

Almost feeling Gyu's scent engulfing his body, the heat radiating from him skidding across his whole body and feeling it against his own skin despite them still being fully clothed, and the second Yeosang's lips were claimed in a sloppy kiss, he couldn't help but moan into the kiss, letting out soft whimpers as Gyu marred his supple and unmarked skin, the sensation starting to fill his very being like water filling up a bucket and is now threatening to spill quickly as it's his first time to feel such sensations that are making him tear up immediately.

@Kang Yeosangᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ Beomgyu slammed the one shot glass down and grabbed another drink, immediately finishing that one as well, trying not to laugh at Yeosang. The omega felt dramatic but his scent just kept filling up the small space, making Beomgyu wonder if he was distressed or into it - Though he was heavily leaning into the idea of the latter. That was all but confirmed when he sent away the bartender for ice.

That was a good thing, seeing as Beomgyu was about to have an issue with his friend being in the same room as him and the pretty omega - Call it alpha pheromones, or pride, or just the fact that Beomgyu didn't like to share, but the moment that the bartender was gone, he was fixated. Zoned in entirely on Yeosang and the way his body moved. It was magnetic - his pulse in his neck, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, how his eyes shifted as they tried to focus on him. It wasn't often he was struck, stuck, and so focused on any one thing, but the omega...

"Are you in heat?"

The pieces snapped into place all at once, the exact moment that Beomgyu descended on him, pushing the omega down into the couch, grabbing his hands and pinning them up by his ears. His pupils dilated when Beomgyu leaned in even lower, a stripe up the side of the other's neck, and emitting a low growl as he nuzzled closer to the male's scent gland in his neck.

By now, the room was beginning to smell of a smudge stick: Beomgyu's burning cedar scent paired with Yeosang's sweet herbs creating a heady mix that worked disturbingly well - Too well, really - As the alpha began attacking his omega's neck, sloppy kisses and careless bites skirting the edges of scent glands, as much as he wanted to sink his teeth into them; hands squeezing the soft, warm palms of the other male.

@Choi Beomgyuᵃˡᵖʰᵃ "I am. . . I'm keeping up with you. I'm not a weakling. . ." Yeosang scoffed and rolled his eyes, going for his second glass, and as he watched Beomgyu light a cigarette and take a puff, he sat there, taking deep breaths and just lost in his thoughts. What is he even doing? Why is he here? A lot of questions are going through his mind but all he can hear is the buzzing in his ear, Gyu's voice that seems to sound muffled and then becomes clear just a few seconds later as he snaps back to reality, eyeing Gyu as he smokes.

"Then show me all of that. . . " Yeosang muttered as he looked down and then up at Gyu, his voice louder this time around. "Show me all of that, Gyu. If you're so good at what you said you can do, do it. I don't care. I don't give a . . ." He's challenged the latter because, at this point, he truly doesn't care, he wants to have fun and he will do so, one way or another. Hearing all of this and Gyu pushing him to drink and him cheering as all of them; him, Gyu, and the bartender now have their own drinks, his excitement shoots through the roof again and he clinked glasses with them and downs the shot pretty quickly.

"Oh god. . . what the was that?" Yeosang grumbled, and he could feel his heart racing from what he had drunk. Yeosang couldn't help but clench the fabric of his shirt, causing him to almost be on all fours on the couch, panting and catching his breath as he felt nothing but his heart palpitating and pulsating in his head. ". . ." Yeosang groaned, his pheromones once again emitting from his body as it went through this change that he never felt before.

Sitting on the couch again, he tried to calm himself down by downing another one of the drinks that was prepared and turned to Gyu. "It's hot. . . too hot. . ." He whimpered and tugged on the collar of his shirt, almost wanting to rip out what he was wearing but stopped himself, taking deep breaths to keep his nerves under control. Turning to the bartender, he asked for a bucket of ice and tried to keep it together. "So, what else do you have for me. . . or were all of that just lip service and bluffing?" He muttered, eyes on Gyu, holding his gaze in his.

@Kang Yeosangᵒᵐᵉᵍᵃ "ing joke - You've gotta keep up with me, pinky." Beomgyu grinned, circling the room and grabbing his drink, sitting on the back of the couch so he could be closer to the small barred window. He took a drink from the cup and pulled out his cigarettes, lighting one up and exhaling the smoke into the rusted bars, letting it filter out into the streets. It might have seemed like he was thinking, but Beomgyu was really just playing the anticipation.

"Mm. Why not? You've got a lot more to offer than just money." He said after a moment, looking down at the omega with a smirk. "You're pretty. You're drunk. You want to experience everything... Pinky boy, I can show you anything from cocktails to hard drugs. Want me to find someone to you while I hold you, making sure you don't , and then make you thank me for the experience? Better yet, I can find a bunch of people to ruin that cherry , if you really want. Petty crimes? Let's go, we're in the right place to break , steal something, hurt someone." Between ideas, he smoked and drank, and only paused when there was a knock at the door, and the bartender showed up with energy drinks and shots.

"Come on, pinky. Drink up. This is just stop number one on your path to debauchery." He hummed, climbing down off the couch and handing shots out - one for the bartender and one for Yeosang, his own being picked up last. "To corruption!" He cheered, downing the alcohol with a low groan.

@Choi Beomgyuᵃˡᵖʰᵃ At the back of his mind, alarms are going off to pull and walk away from everything but with all that has happened the past few weeks; the frustration, anxiety, and feeling suffocated, if Yeosang didn't do this and just went back to his apartment to stay in his room, he knows that at some point, he'll go haywire and explode in an unhealthy way, not that this is the right way too but he needs a fast release and with Beomgyu seeming to know what to do, he relied on him tonight and he didn't care of the consequences of what he's doing nor agreeing to.

Realizing that he was now pinned between Gyu and the bar, his voice and hot breath against his ear sent shivers down his back, making the hairs on his nape rise and he shuddered, something that he never experienced nor felt before. "I-I will. . . I'll pay him and I promise to pay you too. I'm not some cheapskate. . ." He huffed and once again pulled out a couple hundred bills for the bartender and placed down his black card for their tab.


Letting the latter drag him away from the bar and into a room, Yeosang zoned out for a second but continued to walk in after Gyu pushed him inside the private room, that action snapping him back to reality and he sat down on the couch, slouching on it even after grabbing the pink drink that caused him to smile brightly, chugging it down before responding to Gyu. "I don't know too. . . I'm just tired of hiding and always being scared. . . even if this is all just under false pretense and because I'm drunk, I want to experience everything. I need a release. I'll explode if I don't do this. I'm already frustrating as is when I'm not drunk. . . I hope you can keep up with me now that I am, Gyu. . ."

Yeosang muttered under his breath and pushed himself up to sit properly as he continued chugging on the drinks they had on the table. "What about you? You could've taken off with my wallet and the money I already gave, not that I'll mind but why did you decide to entertain this utterly stupid idea of mine? You seem to be allergic to interactions, GyuGyu. I picked up on that, so why?" Yeosang slurred as he now leaned forth on the table, elbow resting on it with his cheek against his palm, languid eyes staring at Gyu, blinking slowly, trying to fight off the urge to completely close them to not fall asleep since the room's a bit quiet now unlike the main area of the bar where it's loud, which also helps him to stay awake despite being drunk.