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It’s hard to breathe. He’s been looking for his friends for almost an hour, but there’s no trace of them—as if they vanished into thin air. The mixed scents of alcohol, sweaty bodies, and the natural pheromones of omegas and alphas make his stomach churn. Hoping to find Haechan—the host of this party and a close friend—he climbs to the second floor. But even there, he’s met with disappointment.
Exhausted, the omega slumps down beside one of the doors. He dozes off for maybe thirty minutes at most, only to be shaken awake by someone gripping his shoulders. A crisp, fresh scent hits his nose. Yushi blinks up sleepily, his eyes locking with the stranger’s.
– Hey, are you okay? Should I call an ambulance? —
The velvet tone of the alpha’s voice sends shivers through Yushi. Goosebumps rise across his skin, and sweat rolls down his back from the heat. That’s when he realizes—it’s started. His heat came earlier than expected.
He stares blankly at the boy in front of him, who looks oddly familiar.
– I’m Oh Sion. We’re classmates, remember? You’re Tokuno Yushi, right? Seems like your heat kicked in out of nowhere. Want me to find your friends?
So that’s who he is. Yushi nods faintly to himself, like he just solved a puzzle. Without thinking, the omega grasps Sion’s wrist—the one still resting on his shoulder—and leans in, burying his nose into it, inhaling deeply. The alpha’s scent instantly soothes him, and Yushi instinctively rubs his cheek against Sion’s arm. Shion freezes, stunned.
– Yushi? Are you with me? Should I call Donghyuk? — Sion asks, voice rough. He’s still an alpha, facing an omega in heat, and barely holding himself back.
– Alpha… please, help me — Yushi whimpers.
He doesn’t even know what he’s saying. The words spill from his mouth on their own. Somewhere in his mind, he’s aware he shouldn’t be saying this—that he’ll regret it later. But right now, his mind is no longer in control. Instinct takes over, urging him to stay close to the alpha’s scent glands and never let go.
This isn’t Yushi’s first heat. But he doesn’t have a bonded partner—maybe that’s why it feels so intense.
Without thinking about anything, Yushi reaches out to Sion, wrapping his arms around the alpha's shoulders and burying his face in the alpha's neck, inhaling his natural scent, which has already blended with the omega's and created a note reminiscent of a mixture of chocolate and mint. The omega slides his nose along the alpha's neck, leaving gentle kisses, and Sion responds to his affection by wrapping his arms around the younger omega's waist, pulling him closer and lifting him into his arms, ensuring that there is no space between their bodies.
The warmth of the alpha's hands causes the omega to make soft, whimpering sounds, writhing in pleasure. Yushi feels an overwhelming heat enveloping him, and he needs to remove his clothes to fully experience Shion's touch. In response, the alpha relaxes his shoulders, and Yushi unbuttons his shirt without fear of being dropped, as his instincts guide him that the alpha will not let go.
The alpha crosses the distance to the bed in a flash, while to the omega, every second stretches unbearably long. When the older boy gently lays him down and hovers above, Yushi meets his gaze.
– Stop me now, and I’ll go find your friends. But if you don’t… I won’t be able to hold myself back — Sion says, voice strained, clearly fighting with himself.
But before he even finishes, Yushi pulls him down, and their lips crash together in a heated kiss. It’s like a jolt of electricity shoots through both of their tense bodies.
The omega reaches up, tugging Sion’s shirt over his head, whining softly when he struggles to get it off on the first try. Sion just smiles faintly, watching as the younger’s brows furrow and his kiss-swollen lips pout under the soft glow of moonlight—making his face all the more expressive.
Finally, after removing the alpha's t-shirt, the omega immediately presses his nose against the alpha's neck, burying himself in the scent glands. Yushi doesn't know how, but he manages to refrain from biting and leaving his mark. The younger kisses the older's neck, moving lower, while Shion finally removes Yushi's shirt, and Yushi sighs in relief, feeling the cool night air.
Omega changes their position, ending up on the hips of the elder, who wraps his waist, and their lips merge again in a kiss, more passionate and eager. Yushi starts fidgeting on Sion's lap, touching the bulge in the elder's pants, and moans loudly.
Sion jerks them over, crushing omega under him, and begins to shower kisses on Yusha's face. Every time he goes lower, the younger omega trembles, his body more sensitive than before, and he can't contain his increasingly loud moans.
As Sion wraps his lips around one of Yushi's nipples, the omega's trembling intensifies, and the alpha's hand attempts to remove the younger's jeans. Initially, this proves challenging, but eventually, when he manages to do so, a satisfied sigh escapes Yushi's lips. The omega's jeans have become stained with natural lubrication. After ceasing his play with Yushi's nipples, the alpha inserts two fingers, eliciting a loud moan from the omega. Yushi pulls the alpha closer and kisses him.
– I don't need to be prepared, — Yushi says, and at first Sion couldn't even make out what the younger was saying between kisses.
– I want to be gentle with you, Yushi-kun, — the alpha continues, gently hugging the omega. His cheeks are flushed, and to be honest, he doesn't know what's causing it–the passionate excitement, Sion's actions, or his words. Yushi shakes his head, as if trying to let go of his obsessive thoughts. Sion helps him: touching the very spot and sending a wave of pleasure through the younger's body, all previous thoughts instantly disappear, giving way to this feeling alone.
– Alpha, please, — the omega asks after a few minutes, his voice trembling as he does. Sion decides that it's enough and pulls away from the omega, the cool air temporarily restoring his clarity. The alpha examines the younger omega: flushed cheeks, labored breathing, lips swollen from long kisses, and a body covered in marks that will turn burgundy in the morning. The omega looks beautiful.
Sion has known Yushi before, appreciating the younger omega's beauty but not dwelling on it.
– Please, — the omega whines, bringing Sion back to reality. The alpha removes the last of the omega's clothing and positions himself between the omega's spread legs. Despite the fact that he has already stretched the younger one enough, the older one takes a moment to enter carefully. When he is fully inside, the omega moans so loudly that it is probably audible outside the room. The alpha gives the omega a few seconds to get used to it, after which he begins to move slowly, picking up the pace with each stroke, causing the omega to moan and sob in pleasure.
– Alpha, I want your puppies, please fill me, — the omega says. Although Sion is drunk, his mind still realizes that Yushi is saying this because of his heat, but he can't resist his instincts. As he fills the omega, as requested, the alpha's knot begins to swell inside the omega.
Sion lost track of time.
He couldn’t remember how many times they gave in to pleasure throughout the night—but he vividly recalled the omega curling up against him, satisfied, before falling into a deep sleep.
By morning, the sunlight was cutting straight into his eyes.
He groaned incoherently and turned away from the brightness. For a while, he just lay there, eyes closed, hoping the world would stop spinning. Then suddenly, he sat up in bed. A painful moan escaped his lips—his head was splitting open, and everything around him swayed. He squeezed his eyes shut again, trying to make the nausea and dizziness fade.
It took him several minutes to gather the strength to move.
Finally, when he managed to throw on his clothes, he noticed the marks scattered across his body.
Only then did the truth fully hit him—he hadn’t been alone last night.
Suddenly, the door slammed open so hard it nearly came off its hinges.
Standing in the doorway, fuming, was Donghyuk—Mark’s boyfriend, and clearly not thrilled.
– Sion! How dare you defile this room, you idiot?!
— Sion groaned again, sinking back onto the bed and covering his ears.
Haechan’s yelling was soon followed by the arrival of Minhyun, who stood just behind him, glancing apologetically at Sion.
– I’ll pay for the cleanup. If that’s not enough, pick out new furniture, send me the bill—I’ll cover it, — Sion rasped, rubbing his pounding head.
– Hyuk, come on, — Mark said gently, walking over and rubbing Donghyuk’s back.
– Just choose a bed already so we can have that movie night we planned—with pillows, snacks, and no angry outbursts.
Donghyuk hesitated for a few seconds, still glaring at Sion, then finally turned and left the room.
Mark leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.
– So… do you even remember what happened last night?
– Honestly? No. I remember finding some guy sitting by the door, — Sion replied, his voice hoarse.
Mark handed him a bottle of water, which Sion drank in seconds.
– Do you remember who he was?
Sion paused, thinking hard.
He used to let himself have the occasional one-night stand—usually with someone who admired him. But after one girl became obsessed and started stalking him, he swore off random flings.
He slowly shook his head—and instantly regretted it as a sharp pulse of pain shot through his skull.
Minhyun stepped forward, worry etched across his face.
– What if there are consequences?
– If someone starts stalking me again, the police will handle it, — Sion muttered, already dreading the potential headache.
Mark raised an eyebrow.
— And what if the consequences come in the form of a child?
Sion froze.
For a second, he didn’t react—then calmly set the empty bottle on the nightstand.
— I’ll pay for an abortion, — he said coldly. — If he wants to keep the baby, that’s his problem. But honestly? That’s not going to happen. Once my father finds out, he’ll take care of it. He’ll make sure there’s no baby.
His voice sounded too tired for anger, but the bitterness in it was unmistakable. He rubbed his temples again.
Mark exchanged a look with Minhyun but didn’t argue.
— Just send me the receipt when Donghyuk decides on the new furniture, — Sion said, standing up. He didn’t look back. He didn’t care about the room anymore—all he wanted now was to get home, take a cold shower, and pass out.
That was all he needed.