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Felix is ready.
He’s on the King’s bed, he’s well-prepared, he’s wet, he’s hard, he’s waiting for his alpha. The harem’s head concubine, Minho, had gotten Felix all hot and bothered, and he’s managed so far to remain just as desperate while he waits – without touching himself.
Chan is late, though. His day should’ve been over by now. The sun’s been down for hours.
Just when Felix starts to contemplate maybe doing something beyond anticipating to keep his boner up, the door clicks and slowly opens. Chan walks into the room, head hung with exhaustion. It takes him several seconds to notice Felix on his bed.
It’s dark; there’s barely any candles still lit in the hallway. Felix only has a couple lit inside the room. The curtains are drawn.
Still, it’s enough light to see each other by.
“Oh,” Chan goes when he finally sees him. Then, “Oh,” when he realizes what it means, that Felix is here alone, unsupervised.
He closes the door behind him.
“Hi, alpha,” Felix smiles, leaned back on his elbows. “All done with your day?”
Chan hovers. “…Yeah,” he settles on. “Minho said you’re ready?”
“I wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t,” Felix confirms. “I’m all yours, Channie-hyung.”
Chan stares for a moment. He sluggishly pulls off his clothes as he approaches the bed.
Felix spreads his legs. “Come, let your omega take care of you.”
Chan crawls on top of him, one leg sliding between Felix’s. When he carefully lays his weight half on Felix, half on the mattress, his thigh presses against Felix’s aching need, and sparks shoot up his spine.
Felix bites his lip to keep from squealing. “Aish, you’re tired, huh?”
Chan is slow to answer again. Slow enough that Felix speaks up before he can.
“Do you want me like this, hyung?”
Nothing.
Felix pushes against Chan’s shoulder. “Hyung?”
Nothing!
“Say sike right now,” Felix begs, suddenly filled with dread.
He shakes Chan’s shoulder harder, and all he gets is a grunt, a resettling of Chan’s limbs. A strong arm curls under Felix’s shoulder, and then relaxes there, limp.
Felix lays pressed flat on the mattress with a thick thigh sitting on top of his cock, and has a goddamn existential crisis over the fact that his alpha is asleep.
He’s needier than ever, Chan’s scent right under his nose and his weight where he wants it, and he can’t fucking do anything about it. He can’t very well get himself off against Chan’s thigh! What, is he supposed to let his slick soak the sheets all night?
And Chan won’t wake up no matter what Felix dares to do. Speaking and pushing elicit next to no reaction. How rough can you get with a King before it’s a punishable offense?
In the end, Felix just sits in his mounting frustration all night. Sleep plays hard to get, and when the first commotions start from outside, Felix is awake to hear them.
Servants and advisors stride into the room like it’s no big deal. They pick up Chan’s discarded clothes and lay out fresh ones for him. They draw open the curtains. They bring some fruit and paper, the two inexplicably together in an advisor’s hands.
Felix remembers Minho’s response to this situation, and keeps himself well hidden under the covers, under Chan’s body.
Just when the advisor with the papers comes closer to the bed, Chan pushes himself up barely enough on his elbows to turn and talk while still keeping Felix mostly hidden.
“Leave,” Chan says. “Tell everyone to leave.”
The fruit and the… reports, or whatever the papers are, get left on the side table. The people evacuate the room, but their visit has left marks: bright windows to see by and fresh clothes to wear. The day has started.
Chan lowers himself back onto Felix, still facing away. He turns his head with a sheepish smile. “Sorry,” he says. “I passed out on you last night, didn’t I?”
“You must have been so exhausted,” Felix reasons, trying to sound sympathetic or concerned, instead of frustrated.
Chan tucks some hair behind Felix’s ear. “Minho got you all ready for me. You were all laid out, just for me, waiting for me for I don’t even know how long, and I didn’t even kiss you. It must have been so disappointing.”
It was. It fully, completely was. Felix had built the night up in his head, and he’d been so desperate.
But he can’t say any of that, not to the King he’s meant to serve. He curls his arms around Chan’s neck instead. “I could never be disappointed to spend a night under you.”
Chan raises his brows. “Even like this? My dead weight on your ribs?”
“It… it’s soothing. Being held, grounded.” He’s not even overselling that one. He genuinely likes it, even if it’s not what he’d been looking for. “It’s nice.”
Chan hums. He settles his chin on Felix’s chest – ow – and gazes fondly at him. “How about I make it up to you?”
Felix blinks. “Huh?”
Chan lifts his head and bows it to press a kiss to Felix’s sternum. The arm curled around Felix shifts to cradle his head. Chan kisses his way up Felix’s throat, to his jaw, to his mouth.
Felix opens up under him. His mouth, his legs. He gives Chan access to anything of Felix’s he might want.
Chan takes it. Of course he does. He dips his tongue into Felix’s mouth and shuffles himself into a comfortable position between Felix’s legs. He rolls his hips so softly that Felix thinks he must be doing it unconsciously.
He moans for Chan. He focuses on his scent until it’s more alluring than he really feels. It’s not sweet enough, inviting enough, not like Minho’s, not yet. Felix hasn’t learned this yet. He’s not even sleep-soft the way Minho gets in the mornings. And he so often goes to Chan in the mornings, exactly like that, so it must be something Chan likes to see from his omegas, right?
Felix can’t do that. He can’t compare to the head concubine. He doesn’t have to.
Minho has repeatedly threatened him not to try to become Chan’s favorite.
“Chan,” Felix moans into the kiss. “Chan, Channie-hyung.”
“I’m so sorry, baby,” Chan repeats himself. He kisses Felix’s cheek, his throat again. He hesitates at the scent gland, but then drops a single peck there as well.
Felix moans loud for him. “No, no don’t be sorry…”
Chan smiles against Felix’s collar bone. “I’m not, not really,” he admits. “It’s just an excuse to make you feel good, isn’t it?”
Felix takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. Right. They like to play games like that here. Felix isn’t used to it, too inexperienced. He’s learned to read Minho well enough, but he still doesn’t know Chan all that much.
And, after all, he doesn’t have anything to be sorry for. He doesn’t owe Felix anything. It’s his right to waltz in here and ignore Felix however much he wants, then turn around and have Felix at his beck and call whenever he pleases. He doesn’t actually need to apologize, he only does it because it’s a game to him. An excuse to touch Felix.
“So I’ll make it up to you,” Chan continues. He kisses Felix’s chest without paying specific attention to any particular part of it – another surprise. Shouldn’t he be going for the nipples?
Chan’s mouth moves lower, to Felix’s stomach, and it is only then that Felix realizes Chan is going down on him.
What the hell, what the fuck? Isn’t Felix supposed to be the one doing the pleasuring? Isn’t he supposed to make Chan feel good, take Chan’s cock, make him come? This is completely backwards!
But… no, no. No, it’s not like that. Felix forces himself to relax.
What he’s supposed to do, is anything Chan tells him. If Chan wants him to take this and act like it’s an apology for last night, Felix will have to do just that. Or maybe- maybe it’s not about submitting to everything Chan says. Minho keeps saying that Chan likes making his omegas happy, this is just Chan proving Minho right. Felix was literally told that alphas like their omegas sated. What does it matter if it’s on a knot or a tongue? Chan just wants to taste the physical proof of Felix’s arousal.
And that’s his right. As Felix’s alpha, as Felix’s King.
“Oh,” Felix gasps when his cock bumps into the soft underside of Chan’s chin. “Oh, hyung…”
Chan tilts his head, looks up through his lashes at Felix, and kisses his tip.
Felix’s scent burns as it spills out of him. It’s maybe the hottest thing he’s ever seen.
Chan’s plump lips draw into a smile for a moment, then he makes himself focus on the task at hand. He kisses and mouths and tongues at Felix’s cockhead, eyes falling closed with it. The sun warms his skin, but so does his arousal, pinching his ears and cheeks and neck into a heated pink that matches Felix’s weeping cock.
Chan’s scent warms as the rest of him does, and Felix has to throw his head back against the pillow about it.
“Fuck,” he whimpers. “Fuck, fuck, hyung!”
Chan hums – the vibration of it makes Felix jolt up. Chan has the audacity to laugh at him.
“Don’t laugh!” Felix whines. “I’m gonna come, stop it!”
“I want you to come,” Chan says explicitly. “Want you to come right here on my tongue while I’m playing with your pretty cock.” He pauses. His eyes close with a deep breath. “Mmm, baby. You smell so good right now. You like my mouth that much?”
Felix bites his own lip.
“I haven’t even sucked you off, baby. I’m just playing a little.”
“Even…” Felix swallows. “Even if alpha is just playing… it still feels really, really good.”
Chan grins. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, baby,” Felix murmurs, unsure if the endearment is allowed.
But Chan doesn’t scold him. In fact, he gives him another blinding smile and a kiss to the thigh. “And does it feel better here?” he asks, one teasing finger tapping Felix’s wet cockhead, “or here?”
The same finger, sliding all the way down his length, to his hole.
He’s wet already. Too wet. Felix hadn’t noticed. Fuck, how can he be so turned on and not notice?
He knows the answer to Chan’s question – and it’s a reasonable question, a perfectly normal thing to ask someone before engaging with them like this – but he’s not sure if Chan is going to like that answer. He must hesitate too long, because Chan speaks again.
“Is it the same?” Chan asks. His finger squishes Felix’s rim, relaxed enough for Chan to push into. Chan doesn’t. “Or do you want me to put my mouth here so you can compare fairly?”
Felix has the thought that that isn’t going to be quite as overwhelming as what Chan was doing earlier, then goes stiff with the realization that this is a first for him. He’s supposed to be a virgin for Chan, but, in getting Felix ready, Minho took every first Felix ever cared about.
But this? Chan is Felix’s first for one thing and one thing only, in both directions: his was the first dick Felix ever put in his mouth, and he’s the first person to ever put their mouth on Felix’s dick.
Honestly, getting eaten out feels less important than that. Chan takes Felix’s contemplating pause as encouragement and presses his face to the inside of Felix’s thigh. A hot line of kisses guides him down to Felix’s hole, where he licks his arousal before pressing his lips to his opening with a groan.
Felix groans back. Chan’s scent gently fogs his mind.
They both lose themselves to it, the simple sensations of allowing each other’s arousal to flood their senses.
Felix gets the distinct urge to taste Chan in turn.
Chan eats him like it’s truly a pleasurable thing to do. His hands curl into the junction of Felix’s hips and tug him lower down the bed, bending his own neck at a sharper angle, just to get closer. Felix tilts his hips up as well as he can to ease the angle for Chan, and it works. Chan gets his knees under him as his hands slide up Felix’s thighs, folding him in half and giving himself better access to Felix’s gushing hole.
“Ah—” Felix gasps, screwing his eyes shut. “Alpha, please…”
Chan pulls back, licking his lips. Felix has soiled him. “Please?”
“Please…” Felix clears his throat. He didn’t mean for Chan to stop, oh no. How does he get him to do anything else without sounding like he’s making demands? “Please, don’t tease me…”
Chan smiles, dimples showing. “I’m sorry. You’re right, I shouldn’t.” He lowers Felix’s legs with gentle hands, pulling them around his waist. “Alpha’s got you, okay?”
Felix smiles back. “Alpha’s got me.”
Chan finds some corner of the sheets to wipe his face with before he lays on top of Felix again. As he kisses him, their hips line up, and the burning heat of Chan’s cock grinds mouth-wateringly against Felix’s length.
“Oh, I’m lightheaded,” Felix admits, breaking the kiss with a giggle. “Baby, you smell so good right now.”
“So do you.” Chan kisses his temple. “You’re not getting a headache, are you?”
“Ah, no, just a little, um… Not dizzy, more like foggy?” He bites his lip. “It’s because of your scent. It’s so hot.”
“My scent is like this because you’re hot,” Chan says, his lips still pressed to the side of Felix’s face. “I like you like this, and I like that you like me like this.” He inhales deeply. “You should smell yourself.”
They’re an echo chamber of arousal. Figures. Felix moans and kicks his hips up. “Please, let me open myself for you, alpha.”
“I want to do it,” Chan counters, immediately darting a hand down to do just that.
Felix has a moment to panic – Chan’s big and eager hands diving blindly for a task that he knows can be painful – but then Chan’s touch reaches him, and he’s so gentle. He’s so gentle, yet strong enough to light Felix on fire from the inside out. He distracts Felix with kisses up top, and his heady scent loosens his whole body.
Felix relaxes for Chan, under Chan’s touch, little by little. He’s boneless on the mattress by the time Chan’s slow pace starts to pick up.
“Do you think you can come just like this for me, baby?” Chan asks. His fingers curl against that spot inside, drawing out a loud whine.
It’s all Felix can do to nod.
Chan kisses a fiery trail from Felix’s mouth to his throat as his hand speeds up. The heel of his palm slaps Felix’s taint with every thrust, pushing groans from his lips. It feels so good Felix can barely think, pulling his knees closed in an effort to control his own body.
Chan is there. Felix can’t close his legs because Chan is between them. His free hand gropes Felix’s thigh and pushes against it until Felix is spread open for him again.
His hot tongue runs over Felix’s scent gland, pulling from him a scent he didn’t know he was capable of. Chan’s hand cups the head of Felix’s cock and Felix is coming, rolling his hips on both of Chan’s hands with a loud cry.
Chan’s hands work him through it, slow down and stop at a pace that feels really good and comfortable. Chan’s mouth, however, keeps lavishing attention on Felix’s throat. His scent gland grows irritated beyond relief, and he can’t help the hiccups that spill from him. Tears gather in his eyes, the pleasant sensation verging on too much.
Just when Felix thinks it might start to hurt, Chan switches sides, going for Felix’s other scent gland.
“Chan!” Felix whines. “It’s too much, please!”
Chan is undeterred. Why would he stop, after all? It’s Felix’s job to do anything Chan tells him in bed. If he wants to play with Felix’s scent glands so much that he will literally not even have a scent by dinnertime, what right does Felix have to stop him?
No, no, no. Felix shouldn’t think like that. He can ask the King for things, Minho said they’re allowed to ask the King for things. You do what he says, and he’ll do what you say.
“Hyungie, you’re gonna hurt me,” Felix whines as cutely as he can. He cards his fingers through Chan’s short hair just once, then cups his face with both hands to pull him away. “Please, no more, alpha, no more.”
Chan turns and nuzzles his mouth into Felix’s palm. He kisses him there, eager like a puppy even when denied. “Okay, I’ll leave it alone. I’ll be more gentle next time.”
Felix smiles. “Thank you, alpha.”
Chan’s mouth is hidden by Felix’s hand, so he feels it when all he can see is Chan’s eyes closing into pleased little crescents. A dimple appears, so Felix thumbs at it.
Felix catches his breath, trying to gather his thoughts.
Let’s see.
Chan likes to use his mouth, then. He likes to hold whoever he’s with in a big hug, as Felix has seen before. He likes happy omegas, because apparently every alpha does.
So, he would… He’d like to hold Felix and latch onto his neck while he knots him for the first time, wouldn’t he? And he’ll probably want Felix to come on his knot. If Felix has learned one thing in his time here, it’s that his own orgasms will bring Chan as much pleasure as Chan’s will.
Felix brushes Chan’s hair back. He curls his legs around Chan’s waist, drawing him close enough to touch again.
“Will you take me like this? Or maybe I should turn around?” Felix asks, half-turning his shoulder to make the offer more enticing.
Chan grins. “If you don’t mind, I want to see you. But it’s okay if you want to turn, too. Where do you want your mark?”
Felix blinks.
His mind draws a blank.
Huh?
“Huh?”
“Your mark,” Chan repeats. A teasing finger comes to Felix’s collarbone and runs cross it, up his throat, dips into the sweaty space between the back of his neck and the pillow. “If you want it where no one else will see it, I can’t give it to you like this.”
The horse that turns the mill that is Felix’s brain is slow to move and make sense of the words.
Of course, every other member of the harem has a mark. Minho’s is right on his scent gland, and redone so many times that it’s impossible to miss. In any given conversation, it draws as much attention on Minho’s person as his eyes or his clothes do.
But the others? No one else has it so overlayed. Some of them have it on the gland, sure, but others have it all the way at the nape of their neck, where it can be politely hidden away, allowed to be seen only by the King and the harem themselves. There’s even a mark or two down on the collar bone, but Felix is pretty sure those are paired with marks elsewhere.
This… this is a lot. Felix had seen the others’ marks, and knew that Chan must have put them there when he made the others his concubines, but somehow it had not crossed his mind that, in becoming a concubine himself, Chan would bite a mark into his skin.
Minho didn’t mention a single thing about this.
Is it really so obvious it didn’t need mentioning?
Felix begs the horse to hurry up. He really needs his brain to be working.
The decision should be simple: how visible does he want the mark? And, does he want the mark on his sensitive gland, made more sensitive by Chan’s earlier attention?
Felix shudders. No, no he does not want it on his gland.
But he does want it visible. He wants to wear it as proudly as Minho wears his. He wants it to be the first thing people notice about him. That he’s marked and owned.
By the King.
Felix lowers his hand from Chan’s face. He ghosts his fingertips across his own adam’s apple.
“Here,” he murmurs, watching Chan’s gaze follow his touch. “I want it here.”
Chan, enraptured, tracks the way Felix teases his own skin right under Chan’s nose. “…It will hurt a little, there,” Chan says with some effort.
“I don’t care,” Felix says. He pulls his hand away, tilts his chin up. “That’s where I want it. That’s where I want you to mark me.”
Chan takes a deep, shuddery breath. Felix feels him twitch in the crook of his hip. “Okay.”
Felix smiles. He tucks his thumb under Chan’s jaw and tilts his head up. “Thank you, alpha.”
Chan ducks down to capture his lips in a devastating kiss, laying his weight across all of Felix’s body again. Felix moans and rolls his hips up to catch Chan’s thrusts against him. His arms curl around Chan’s broad shoulders and tug him close, as close as he can get the two of them, chest to sweaty chest.
“I want you inside,” Felix purrs into the kiss. “I want to feel you, I want you to feel me so you can know how good my alpha is making me feel.”
Chan curses, scrambling up to his knees. He tugs Felix’s hips onto his lap. “Wanna feel you too, wanna make you feel good.”
“Do it,” Felix says. Then, a little less demanding and a lot more pleading, “Please, baby, oh please do it, I’m so wet for you.”
Chan guides himself into place and rolls his hips in tight little circles to work his way into Felix’s body. It hurts. It’s slow-going. Felix knew he was big, but it’s different to feel it for himself.
“Don’t move, don’t move,” Chan instructs as he keeps pushing his way into the tight heat. “Hold still for me, omega, be nice and still.”
Felix whimpers. He so desperately wants to move, to match his alpha thrust for thrust. But it does hurt, and Chan knows how to fuck better than Felix knows how to be fucked. So he trusts Chan and relaxes under his hold.
Chan’s eyes lift from where he was watching himself sink, to Felix’s face. He blinks. A sweet grin lights up his face.
Ah, Felix might combust. “What?”
“You smell incredible,” Chan whispers, awed.
Felix’s scent burns more, he notices now that he’s paying attention. He smells so damn trustful, but honestly, who can blame him? He relaxes more, melting into the bed, lets his scent sweeten to match. “Hyungie…”
“Shh, I know. It hurts, doesn’t it? You’re so tight.”
Felix covers his face with a hand. “Wanted to be tight for you…”
White-hot arousal floods Felix’s nose and makes him dizzy.
He opens his mouth to inhale it, get drunk on it. The world goes a little dark around the edges.
“Felix.” Chan holds himself very, very still. “I need you to be patient and quiet for a little bit, or this isn’t going to work, okay?”
Felix peeks under his hand. Chan’s cock is still half out of him. At the base of it, the knot is firmed up enough to be noticeable.
He liked it that much?
Felix lifts his hand and the eyes under it more, finds Chan’s face. He’s red all the way down to his chest, eyebrows drawn together and bottom lip caught between his teeth.
“Please,” Chan begs quietly. “Please don’t say anything. If I pop right now, there’s no way it’ll fit. I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t do this if you keep teasing me.”
Felix covers his own mouth. “I didn’t mean to tease you. I’m sorry.”
Some tension leaves Chan’s body. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. You’re just being you, and your alpha likes everything about you.” He leans down and nudges his nose into Felix’s cheek. “Let me just calm down a little, yeah? Promise I won’t try to shove it in while it’s so big.”
The truth is, Felix is covering his mouth to hide laughter. It takes superhuman effort not to make a noise. His alpha is really so eager! An excitable horndog, at risk of popping his knot before he’s even made it all the way inside Felix. And he has the gall to be worried his half-knot will be too big, when his cock alone already feels like it’s stretching Felix to his limit! Honestly, this guy.
Thankfully, Felix’s amusement mellows out his scent some, letting Chan relax with his face in the crook of Felix’s neck. The mere time that passes is also enough for Felix’s body to get more accustomed to the intrusion. When Chan dares to shift his hips again, it doesn’t quite hurt.
“Okay?” Chan whispers.
“Okay,” Felix nods. He scratches Chan’s scalp. “Hyung will go slow for me, right?”
Chan gasps. Felix feels him twitch inside. “Of course. Just hold still for hyung.”
Felix moans as Chan starts up again. It’s certainly less painful right now, but it will probably hurt again if it goes on for too long. It’s a good thing, then, that both of them are so close.
Slowly but surely, Chan works his cock all the way inside. His hips come to rest flush against Felix’s with a notable squelch, Felix’s slick sticking their skin together.
“That’s it,” Chan coos. “Taking me so well, that’s it, no more. Does it hurt?”
A little. Felix shakes his head. “Feels so full.”
Chan smiles. “You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you. Can you hold onto me?”
Felix goes to wrap his arms and legs around him from where they’d fallen limp, and realizes moving his legs does something. Not a lot, but a little bit, it changes how it feels to be so full of cock. He shifts around until the angle of his legs works with him to make the stretch more bearable. He can’t cross his ankles together like this – it’s more like he’s pulling his knees up to his shoulders.
His arms, though, hug around Chan with ease.
“That’s it,” Chan praises. “Let me make you feel good, okay? I want you to feel good.”
He grinds his hips shallowly at first, then works his way up to deeper thrusts that drag deliciously against Felix’s walls. Chan is too long to hit Felix’s prostate, but grinding against it when there’s such sheer pressure involved makes fire burn in Felix’s belly. And the friction; God, the friction. His eyes roll back under Chan’s watch and he tosses his head to the pillow.
“That’s it,” Chan repeats. “Let go.”
Felix clutches a tight handful of Chan’s shoulder, pulls him closer. He manages a weak noise.
He’s never leaving this bed.
Chan moans by Felix’s ear. It sounds the way his knot feels. Fuck, his knot, Felix can feel it now. It’s much too hard, and it moves right on Felix’s rim. It makes him dizzy.
A soft laugh escapes Chan. “You feel so good, baby. I’m so close right now. Will you come for me?”
“Yes,” Felix breathes. “Yes, yes.”
Chan’s hand curls around Felix’s cock. “Good. So good for me. Let me see you come.”
Felix arches his back, keening. He wants nothing more than to fulfill the order right away, but he can’t. Not on command. The tears in his eyes spill down his temples as he pulls Chan down for a kiss. Plush lips against his own, a hot tongue pushes into his mouth. He tastes as good as he smells.
Chan picks up the pace. He shuffles his knees into a better position without breaking the kiss. His hand slows down in parts around Felix, only to speed up again, unpredictable. It’s still tacky with Felix’s cum. Felix wants to lick it.
“Ah, alpha,” he gasps into Chan’s mouth. “Close, close.”
“Yeah? Me too. Let me hear you.”
Felix won’t deny such a pleading request. He whimpers with his whole being under Chan’s touch. When he finally feels the string snap inside him, he pulls back to cry out, overwhelmed.
Chan fucks his cock inside one last time.
Pain blinds Felix.
He blinks rapidly, white spots in his eyes, unable to make a noise past the stab in his throat. He freezes all movement, caught between Chan’s bite and his knot.
It takes him several seconds to put the sensations he’s feeling in order, to realize what’s happening to him. The knot inside him paralyzes him, stealing as much as his breath. It’s so big, and so overwhelming, Felix is afraid to even hiccup around it. He can feel the warmth flooding his insides, so much more and so much hotter than he’d expected. It never seems to end, Chan’s accompanying keen confirming that Felix is feeling it as it really is, not exaggerating it in his head.
And the mark – the bite. Right in the middle of Felix’s throat, just like he asked. Painful, just like Chan warned.
Felix is being claimed. He is actively being claimed – the bite scruffs him, a neurological claim, marked with Chan’s teeth forever. And the knot, a physical claim, the hot cum filling him. He can’t even move around it.
He’s Chan’s. There’s no other thoughts in his head, because there’s nothing else ever.
Felix is Chan’s.
A wordless rasp stumbles its way out from Felix’s lips. Chan releases his bite and licks over the spot. It soothes Felix immediately, making him go limp even as Chan shudders with his own pleasure.
It lasts so long. So long, and it keeps filling Felix up and up and up. Felix is sure that he’s going to look down and find himself pregnant with how much cum there must be in him, but when he finally dares to peek, his belly is only slightly distended. It’s no more than if he were to hold a big breath.
His own chest is red and patchy and he’s sure his face must match. He looks at Chan’s full bust, flushed just as pink but more evenly, more fully. When Felix finally lifts his eyes to meet Chan’s, a dimpled smile greets him.
“Hey.”
“Hey, alpha. There you are. Is that good?”
“So good,” Chan growls softly. A quick kiss. “So good for me. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, baby, it felt so good. Thank you for…” His face grows hot, he can’t keep eye contact. “…for being my first, hyung. I couldn’t ask for anyone better.”
Chan nuzzles him. It’s cute, and Felix doesn’t expect it when Chan licks his cheek.
He giggles. “Channie-hyung!”
Chan kisses his new mark, earning himself a gasp. The wound is still hot and fresh in the middle of Felix’s throat, but the bleeding is slowing well.
Felix moans. “Hyung…”
“You don’t have to lie to me about it.”
Felix opens his eyes.
“Minho got you ready for me, didn’t he?” Chan says. “He taught you well? I hope he was good to you.”
Felix licks his lips. This is dangerous territory, and he’s not sure how to answer. Minho did teach Felix well, and he was his first in everything Felix cares about. But Minho said that Felix was to stay a virgin until Chan touches him – only now Chan is saying that Minho’s touch counts, too.
In the end, Felix finds that he trusts Minho more than he trusts Chan. He shakes his head. “He taught me a lot, and I’m grateful to him, because it meant I could have a great first time with you.”
Chan kisses him. “That’s okay. I like the thought of being your first. We can say I was. I just don’t want you to stress about keeping a secret, okay?”
Felix pulls him down into a deep kiss to shut him up.
They make out lazily, calming down slowly. Chan pulls back to pull out, careful as he does, watching Felix’s face for his reaction. When he deems him good enough, he turns his attention to Felix’s hole.
Felix feels so open. It feels like his shape has been permanently altered around Chan’s length. He covers his hot face, pulling his knees together between their chests.
The noise of licking pulls him out of hiding to find Chan cleaning his hand off. From Felix’s cum.
“God.”
Chan flashes dimples, tongue between his fingers.
“Does it…” Felix gulps. “Does it taste good?”
“You have no idea,” Chan groans. “Almost as good as your slick.”
Felix wonders at that. Neither of those things taste particularly enticing to him, but it’s not like they taste bad, either. It must be an alpha thing. Or maybe no one likes their own, only that of others.
Chan looks over his shoulder as if something caught his attention. He pulls the covers back over them, lying down on Felix once more. “Watch this.”
A click and the little hidden door between this room and the harem’s room opens. Minho pokes his head in.
Felix covers his face.
“Everything okay in here?” Minho asks.
“Yeah, everything’s fine.”
“Is anyone hurt?”
Felix exchanges a studious look with Chan in-between the fingers he’s still hiding behind.
“We’re good,” Chan calls out after a moment.
“Good! Can I take a look?”
“Um,” Felix goes.
Chan grins. “Yeah, Minho, come see.”
Minho approaches, but he still doesn’t peel back the covers. He snatches a piece of fruit from the side table and pops it into his mouth. “Yongbok, baby? Will you let me take a look at your pretty face?”
Felix braces himself and comes out of hiding. He tilts his chin up for Minho, guessing what he actually wants to take a look at.
Minho’s eyes predictably drop to the mark. He pauses mid-chew for several seconds before he swallows. “…It’s still bleeding from last night? Or did it open again?”
“It’s not from last night,” Felix mumbles. He’s self-conscious now, of his voice, and of the way speaking moves his throat, his mark. “It’s from this morning.”
Minho blinks. “Hyung didn’t mark you last night?”
Chan groans, hiding in Felix’s shoulder. “I came back and just passed right out. It was embarrassing.”
“Aw, you poor baby,” Minho coos. He pats Chan’s butt over the covers. “Couldn’t please your newest omega when he most wanted you.”
Chan whines loudly – genuinely. “I’m sorry!” He’s red down to his neck.
“I bet you are,” Minho chuckles. “Did you at least make it up to the baby today?”
Chan lifts his head enough to assess Felix’s reaction.
Oh. He’s supposed to answer for Chan? “Um, he was really good. To me, that is. Um, yeah. He- he made me feel really good.”
Minho sits by their side and reaches out for Felix’s mark. “And this? Was this comfortable for you? Did you want this here? The first mark doesn’t fade, you know. This is where it’ll be forever.”
The pride that surges in Felix at that is incomparable. Yes, his mark is obvious. Too obvious for even Minho. Yes, it will be permanent. Yes, everyone will be able to tell.
“That’s where I want it,” Felix grins.
Chan slots his face into Felix’s scent gland and inhales for so long that his back swells into a broad bow under the covers.
Felix watches, fascinated, as Chan holds the breath and Felix’s scent with it inside him for several long seconds. When he can bear to part with the pride of the scent he caused in Felix, he exhales, slow and calm, his back flattening as his ribs contract.
He’s beautiful.
Felix can’t help but glance at Minho, worried he’ll be caught staring. But no, Minho isn’t looking at him; he’s looking at Chan, same as Felix was. Appreciating the sight, the action.
Minho drags his eyes to Felix slowly.
“That’s good, then,” he says. “I’m glad you like your new mark.”
Felix grins. “I love it.”
Minho shifts to lie down, over the covers but with an arm and a leg thrown over the two of them.
“Welcome to the harem, Yongbok.”