The air in the entryway thickened, electric with unspoken words. Do-hyun turned to him, his gaze a question on the omega's face as he stopped, and waited.
Waiting for Jaemin's cue.
Jaemin swallowed, heart hammered against his ribs. Do-hyun's response was only logical. He had offered him a drink, and Jaemin had stopped him. Back in the car, Jaemin had scented himself with Do-hyun's pheromones, because he couldn't stand to see the hurt of rejection in Do-hyun's face. He had been the one who had invited himself over to the alpha's home.
But the truth was, now that they were standing here, he had no idea what to do next. He'd never been in this position before, never had someone give him the choice, and then wait for his decision. He'd spent so much of his life being commanded, or simply reacting to commands, even if it was to fight against them, that the reins of choice felt foreign in his hands.
But they were being handed to him now, and Do-hyun was in front of him, waiting on him. He had to do something.
His fingers tightened on the alpha's sleeve as his other hand reached out, tentative, to touch Do-hyun's face. The alpha's eyes drifted closed as that now-familiar current ran through them both, and Jaemin stroked his cheek in wonder.
He hadn't done anything to deserve a partner like Do-hyun. The concertmaster had been such a prickly opponent at the beginning, but had now, unbelievably, become such a steadfast pillar of support in Jaemin's life. He had no idea what he had done to earn the affection of someone as loyal as this.
Quietly, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Do-hyun's cheek, then moved closer, inch by slow, deliberate inch, until his lips brushed the sensitive skin just below the alpha's ear. Feeling the other man tense, he paused, his heart thundering a panicked, unsure rhythm, before allowing his tongue to gently trace the sharp line of the alpha's jaw.
A low growl, involuntary and raw, sounded in Do-hyun's chest. His hands, which had come up to loosely hold Jaemin's waist, tightened, his fingers digging gently into the soft fabric of Jaemin's shirt. The scent of cedar flared in the entryway, no longer hurting and distant as it had been in the car, but rich and warm, filling the space with an encompassing, possessive need.
At the shift in the alpha's scent, Jaemin's chest filled with an exhilarating sense of rightness. With newfound confidence, he kissed his way down the alpha's neck, a slow, meticulous trail of reverence. His hands found the lapels of Do-hyun's jacket and pushed gently, silently commanding the alpha to take a step back until his shoulders bumped against the cool surface of the mahogany door.
Do-hyun yielded instantly, a low, supplicating hum rising in his throat. He tilted his head back slightly, offering Jaemin more access, the small gesture an acknowledgment of the omega's authority in this moment. Eyes still closed, he was all open, instinctive submission, hands gripping Jaemin's waist as if for an anchor on which he was rapidly losing his hold.
Jaemin's own cherry blossom scent, which had been a shy whisper in the unfamiliar air of Do-hyun's home, now bloomed, sweet and soft, entwining with the cedar, an offering of comfort and desire. The days of holding back and finding reasons to keep this man at arm's length were over; it was his turn now to show the alpha that he wanted him just as much.
Pulling back slightly, he looked up at the alpha's face, planting kisses along his jaw once more before finally finding the junction of their lips.
It wasn't the frantic, desperate passion born of heat and rut they'd spent together in Jaemin's apartment, nor was it the tentative kiss of comfort from weeks before. This was a slow but deliberate declaration of certainty, built on the trust and support that was now instinct between them.
The taste of Do-hyun's mouth was warm and accepting, but when Jaemin tentatively darted his tongue in, Do-hyun suddenly surged forward, deepening the kiss with a growl that ran straight through Jaemin's body. His hands slid from Jaemin's waist to wrap tightly around his body, clasping the omega flush against his solid, powerful frame.
The desperate need with which his tongue took Jaemin's mouth only made the omega moan and press closer, clinging to the alpha's shoulders. Their scents, heavy with mutual desire, mingled in a fevered rush, the cedar rich and smoky, the cherry blossoms sweet and cloying.
With a low moan, Do-hyun finally broke the kiss, burying his face in the crook of Jaemin's neck, his breath gusting in hot waves against the delicate skin.
"Jaemin," he murmured hoarsely, the name a prayer on his lips. "What do you want from me? You're driving me crazy."
He shifted, Jaemin was suddenly aware of the heat pressing against him, a hard, insistent bulge straining against Do-hyun's tailored trousers. A thrill ran through him at the realization that his touch could stoke such breathtaking hunger in the man before him, and in that feeling of power, he impulsively, instinctively, knew what he wanted to do next.
Slipping his hands to Do-hyun's chest, resting there for a heartbeat before pushing gently, urging him to straighten.
Do-hyun obeyed, his dark eyes opening, cloudy with desire and a raw, primal need that made Jaemin's knees weak. Seeing the fire in the alpha's eyes, a deep blush crept up Jaemin's neck, but he bit back his momentary shyness, fueled by his determination to show the alpha just how much he wanted him. This intimacy, which he had had to shun for so much of his life for various reasons, was now a choice, his choice, an act of reclaiming a comfort and vulnerability that had once been stolen from him.
Slowly, deliberately, Jaemin knelt, his gaze breaking from Do-hyun's to fix on the straining fabric, a silent challenge and a promise in his amber eyes.
Realizing what he had in mind, Do-hyun's composure stuttered. "No, you don't have to—" he started.
But Jaemin cut him off with a determined shake of his head. He reached out and, with a delicate touch, ran his index finger along the edge of the straining fabric before reaching for the top button of the trousers.
Do-hyun's breath hitched. His eyes, wide and dark, were fixed on the graceful bend of Jaemin's neck as the omega worked the buttons loose. The cedar scent in the air became sharper, tinged with an almost furious anticipation as Jaemin carefully pulled the zipper down in one smooth, slow movement.
As the hardened length sprang free from the restrictive clothing, Do-hyun let loose a deep sigh of relief. But Jaemin's eyes were fixed on the erect member right before him.
For all the times they had already been together, this was his first time seeing Do-hyun's—or anyone's, for that matter—privates up close, and he was confounded at the idea that this piece of flesh had ever found space inside of his body. It stood, close and imposing, dark veins darting along its swollen length; and yet…
Yet he suddenly really, really wanted to tease it.
To hear the kind of sounds Do-hyun would make if he were to taste it.
Bracing himself against Do-hyun's hip with one hand, he stuck out his tongue and slipped it, warm and impossibly soft, along the tip to lap at the bead of pre-cum that had already formed there.
Do-hyun sucked in a deep breath. "Jaemin." Voice a tight whisper, he tried again to spare the omega from himself. "You really don't ha—!!!"
The half-hearted protest turned into a strangled gasp in his throat as Jaemin leaned in, his mouth closing around the head of his erection. Do-hyun's body went rigid.
Jaemin experimentally moved up and down a few times, letting his lips catch and slide over the head of Do-hyun's cock. Then, finding saliva collecting, he swallowed, tongue curling, but almost lost his grip when the action caused a reaction from the alpha that he was completely unprepared for.
A guttural groan of pleasure tore from Do-hyun's chest as he flung his head back, hitting the door with a loud thud. Fighting every instinct and urge to thrust his hips forward with abandon into the hot tightness of Jaemin's throat, his hands scrambled for purchase on the door's smooth surface, fingertips white and desperate for something to grip. But as Jaemin regained his rhythm and continued bobbing up and down, gaining speed, his hands shot out, not to stop him, but to grasp his shoulders, squeezing tight. His body shook with the exquisite agony of primal desire that was rapidly undoing his control.
The vulnerability of his need lit a sense of satisfaction deep inside Jaemin, whose own erection was beginning to ache with need. But he wanted more from Do-hyun, wanted to do more for him, to take him deeper. Pausing for a breath, he pushed his jaw down wider, opening his throat as wide as possible before devouring the length, not stopping until his nose bumped against the skin of Do-hyun's crotch.
The astonishment at his ability to actually accomplish this feat was quickly eclipsed by the surprise of finding that Do-hyun's entire body could go even more stiff. A loud, primal growl, filled with raw, possessive need, thundered in the alpha's chest, shaking his strong frame and echoing through the quiet house. His hands, already gripping Jaemin's shoulders, tightened painfully as he anchored himself against the tide of ecstasy that threatened to pull him under. He began to curse, a string of low, ragged syllables torn from his throat, the sound of an alpha reaching absolute breaking point.
A profound sense of triumph settled over the omega; this was the raw, devoted man behind the professional veneer, and he was completely at Jaemin's mercy. Each broken curse resonated deep in Jaemin's core, a secret whispered only for the omega, and Jaemin drove him further, intoxicated by his own power and the need to obtain his alpha's complete surrender.
"Jae–Jaemin, Jaemin stop," Do-hyun gasped, voice hoarse with the tension of his fight as his knot began to swell. "I can't—fuck—I can't hold..."
But Jaemin only gave a single, warm hum, a quiet refusal to surrender his purpose, before plunging in again, risking a look upward. The sight of Jaemin, face flushed, eyes tearing from how deep he was taking him in, his warm, soft lips stretched over all of him, even around the swelling knot at the base of his cock, had another strangled groan ripping from Do-hyun's chest.
Turning his focus back to his task, Jaemin swallowed to manage the flood of saliva that was already escaping from the corner of his mouth. As he did so, his tongue trilled involuntarily against the underside of his head, and the final thread of Do-hyun's control snapped.
His entire being seized, and with a loud, broken groan, Do-hyun came, his body convulsing as he flooded the omega's mouth with his explosive, sweet-salty release, a final, delicious surrender that dissolved the last of Jaemin's lingering shame.