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WET
Rain. The rain that had started during the night still hadn't stopped. Yet, it wasn't loud; there was no thunder or lightning. It was a gentle rain that evoked a unique sense of calm and comfort. Raindrops tapped against the windowpane, filling the room with a soothing rhythm. In the middle of the night, Minho slowly opened his eyes. For a few seconds, he simply lay there, staring at the ceiling. He had always loved the sound of the rain; it brought a sense of peace to his soul—much like the scent of his omega. But this time... another sound was mingling with the rain: a faint, trembling, stifled sob... It sounded as if someone were trying to suppress their pain. Minho immediately turned to his side. Jisung. The omega was tossing and turning restlessly in his sleep; damp hair clung to his forehead, and his breathing was much faster and more uneven than usual—as if every breath caused him agony. Minho shifted closer, filled with concern. "Jisung..." he whispered his name. But there was no response. Minho carefully placed his hand on Jisung's forehead. His temperature was much higher than normal. He called his name again, this time a little more firmly. The omega struggled to open his eyes. Tears streamed down his face, and his lips moved as if trying to utter a plea. "Minho..." His voice was barely a whisper. He gripped the alpha, Jisung's, hand tightly. "I'm here." Jisung gently squeezed his fingers, his own eyes welling up with tears as he looked at him. "I... I'm not okay..." Minho placed his hand on the omega's forehead again, and his heart began to race with a strange sense of unease. Both of them knew all too well that this was no ordinary fever. The omega had sensed his body temperature rising before dawn even broke. His breathing had grown labored, and his entire body was burning up. The soft, sweet scent of his own pheromones filling the room was beginning to unsettle even him. The aroma of caramel permeated the house, already stirring arousal in the alpha. "You're... you're in heat, Jisung," Minho whispered, shifting slightly closer without breaking eye contact. "I can't bear it, Minho."
His desire was already surging under the influence of the pheromones, and the eyes of the omega beside him seemed to be urging him to break his vow. After all, he had made a promise to himself and to the omega—a vow not to touch him or do anything without his consent. Yet now, the omega was in the throes of that cursed heat. But... he couldn't do it; he couldn't claim the omega as his own in a situation like this. He couldn't take advantage of his vulnerability. He couldn't simply break his word... nor could he just walk away when the omega needed help. Minho blinked rapidly, agitated, trying to think of another way out—though he knew it was futile; even if they managed to halt the process for the moment, it would only have a negative impact on the omega. Still, he had to try. Just as he slowly pulled his hands away from Jisung to reach for his phone, the omega stopped him and wrapped him in a tight embrace. Now, the Alpha could smell the scent of caramel without any barrier—a scent so close, so intoxicatingly sweet. "Minho... I really can't hold out anymore. Please... help me." "But Jisung, we had an agreement! I can't break my promise..." "I don't care, Minho." Interrupting the Alpha, the omega moved even closer, gazing up at him with tear-filled eyes. "Go ahead—claim me! Go ahead—mark me!" "Go ahead, fuck me so hard I can't get up tomorrow. But please, right now... help me. I... I’m going to die. I need you, Minho." The Alpha tried one last time to restrain himself and pull away from Jisung, but it was futile. The omega needed an Alpha; he needed *him*. Minho slowly reached out, took Jisung by the chin, and turned his face toward his own. It wasn't easy to turn away from that pleading gaze. What else could he do? His attempt to resist had failed, and now he was ready to give his omega exactly what he needed.
"I..." he said, pausing to consider his words. "I'll be as gentle as possible." Slowly, he positions himself over the omega, gazing into his eyes for a few seconds before pressing his lips against the omega's. He kisses him softly, his lips caressing and tasting the other's. At the slow, tender touch, the omega lets out a faint moan and pulls him closer. His entire body heats up uncontrollably, craving even more. The alpha tries not to rush. He proceeds with caution and patience, as if afraid that giving in to his desire might cause harm. His tongue explores the omega's mouth, while his hands slowly slide down, helping to remove the clothing. The scent of caramel and bitter coffee fills the room. Even a simple kiss feels incredibly passionate. Breaking away to catch their breath, he begins to caress the omega's neck with his tongue. The alpha's soft, wet tongue moves lower, mingling with the omega's constant moans to create an intoxicating atmosphere. "Minho..." a trembling voice whispers. "I need... more." The omega's breathing is ragged. Sensing the rising heat, Minho decides not to tease him any longer and gently removes the last of Jisung's undergarments. Leaving soft kisses along his thighs, he moves upward. The omega trembled at every touch, letting out short, ragged moans. When Minho’s lips grazed that sensitive spot, he felt as if he were in seventh heaven. He tasted a hint of iron in his mouth, and the heat coursing through his body intensified. Every brush of the tongue against that sensitive point was driving him mad. He buried his hands in the Alpha’s hair and gripped it tightly; a strange sensation was burning deep within him, and a wave of heat was engulfing his entire body. Minho slowly lifted his head, licked his lips while locking eyes with the omega, and positioned himself upright. Impatient, the Alpha aligned himself with the omega’s entrance. He held the omega’s gaze for a moment before pushing the head of his member inside; Jisung groaned loudly, yet the heat rising within him made him crave full penetration and total possession. Minho remained still for a moment, allowing his omega to adjust, before thrusting deeper and beginning to move slowly. The movement inside sent a fresh surge of heat rushing through the omega. He moaned at the sensation of the member moving within him, his hands alternately clutching the bedsheets and gripping the Alpha’s shoulders tightly.
Struggling against the tightness of the walls, the Alpha quickened his pace. Breathing in the deep scent of his omega’s caramel aroma, he pressed his lips against his partner's once more. The union was incredibly passionate. As the rhythm intensified, the moans filling the room grew louder. The omega’s body was nearly covered in hickeys; reddish marks adorned his thighs, neck, and chest, accentuating his beauty. After nearly half an hour of intimacy, the omega reached his climax first, followed by the Alpha. Minho reached out to the omega’s flushed face and brushed back his damp hair. "You are so beautiful and so sweet, my love. Next time, I might not be able to stop myself from devouring you," he said, burying his face in the omega's neck and holding him in a tight embrace. Of course, the heat of the moment hadn't faded yet—nor had their sweet night together.
The end.)