The punishing pace of pleasure had left Jaemin trembling, a beautiful, ruined mess on the white sheets. His body was slick with sweat and the exertion of his climax, and the scent of sweet, exhausted cherry blossoms and musky, triumphant cedar created a heady, powerful cloud around the bed.
Do-hyun looked down at him, taking in the sight of the omega's tender body glistening under the soft light. He dropped his gaze to Jaemin's flushed face, the tears of pleasure still drying at the corners of his dark amber eyes.
"Can I have you? I need to be inside you."
Jaemin's eyes, still half-lidded and blurred with the aftershocks of his orgasm, locked onto Do-hyun's. He didn't speak. Instead, his hand, weak but deliberate, reached out and found the hard length of the alpha's cock, guiding it towards himself. He wanted Do-hyun, wanted all of him.
Accepting the silent command, Do-hyun swiftly hooked his arms under Jaemin's knees, yanking the omega's legs up and pinning them against his chest. He positioned himself, the head of his erection pressing against Jaemin's wet entrance.
Then, with a single, slow, deliberate thrust, Do-hyun drove home.
A strangled moan tore from Jaemin's throat as the deep, immediate fullness seemed to press all the air from his lungs. The familiar ache of his longing was swiftly replaced by the searing, perfect friction of Do-hyun's body tunnelling a path through his still-sensitive one, every sensation amplified to an overwhelming pitch from his recent climax. He wrapped his arms around the alpha's back, holding on tight as Do-hyun began to move, hips initiating a slow rotation that sent a ripple of pleasure through Jaemin's spine.
The alpha's rhythm was not hurried, but intensely territorial. Each thrust was deep, slow, and powerful, a silent declaration of ownership that resonated from Jaemin's core to his fingertips and toes.
Do-hyun leaned down, burying his face in the crook of the omega's neck, his breath hot against Jaemin's skin. "Mine," he growled, the single word heavy with possession as his alpha pheromones exploded around them in a wave of overwhelming cedar, rich with claiming intent. "You're mine, Jaemin. As I am yours."
Jaemin could only nod eagerly even as he sobbed, not from pain, but from the unbearable, primal rightness of the moment. His own cherry blossom scent rising up in response to twine with his alpha's, even as he felt the lingering tension of the past week—the hurt and fear from Do-hyun's distance, the shame from the online attacks and his own father's words—being utterly erased by the unrelenting force of Do-hyun's devotion.
He cried out Do-hyun's name as the alpha slammed deep into him, a high, breathless sound that finally surrendered all control, and wrapped his legs tighter around Do-hyun, instinctively seeking the rhythmic collision that was driving them both toward oblivion.
The alpha's movements were relentless passion, claiming the omega completely in the heart of his own safe harbor. Then, without warning, he gave a deep surge and pulled out of him.
Jaemin's body seized, a strangled, confused sound of protest tearing from his throat. But before he could even utter a word, the alpha was grabbing one of his ankles and flipping him onto his belly, pinning him beneath his heavy, demanding weight.
Do-hyun didn't pause. With a raw grunt, he slammed back inside, entering Jaemin with an uninhibited force that didn't leave any space for any semblance of coherent thought. The angle was devastating, pulling a sharp gasp from Jaemin as the alpha resumed his pace.
With every powerful thrust in and out, Do-hyun's cock dragged heavily over that perfect internal pressure point. Jaemin's world narrowed to the driving rhythm behind him and the exquisite friction that tore his body apart and put it back together.
He barely registered that the alpha's knot was starting to swell inside him before a second, shattering orgasm blasted through him. Mindlessly, he pushed himself backwards onto Do-hyun, craving the fullness and depth of his lover as he came.
Caught off-guard, Do-hyun gave a loud groan of surprise and came as well, sudden and hard, his knot swelling to fullness and locking their bodies together. Not fully satisfied, he reached around Jaemin's waist to grasp the omega's cock, and began pumping him urgently, even as he bit down hard on Jaemin's shoulder, a fierce, primal demand for more.
Jaemin choked and strained, vaguely aware that he was wailing loudly as he released a continuous stream onto the white sheets. But Do-hyun refused to relent, his every move a command for Jaemin's body to clench and convulse around him.
He milked the torrents of their joint pleasure, not stopping until his final shuddering release drove them both down, panting raggedly, onto the mess of Jaemin's cum on the sheets.
Do-hyun held his knot deep inside the omega, his larger frame still trembling with the aftermath of their climax. He didn't move, his weight a comfortable, protective blanket over Jaemin's lithe body, his breath gusting feverish against the crook of the omega's neck.
As he tried to catch his breath, his fangs scraped lightly against the sensitive nape, making Jaemin shiver under him. The now-familiar roar of alpha instinct to sink his teeth in and lay his claim churned in his chest, but Do-hyun only allowed himself to lap his tongue gently over the flushed skin, before turning his head away. They had only just barely solidified their mutual commitment to each other; there would be time for more later on.
They lay there for a long time, entangled in the musky warmth of their scents, wrapped in a perfect silence that was its own melody of protectiveness. The world outside the room—the noise of the media, the threat of Choi Seungcheol—all of it had faded into a distant, muted drone. In this moment, only the drumming of their joined hearts mattered.