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Confident. Controlled. Composed.
An hour earlier, those were three words Kihyun would have used to describe himself.
An hour earlier, he had not met Son Hyunwoo.
Minhyuk was the one who had insisted Kihyun put himself out there again. According to his best friend, he’s been single for too long. Personally, even he know that his heats were getting more and more difficult on his own.
“So. There’s this guy I know,” Minhyuk had started, as if there’s not a million guys-that-he-knows. Kihyun is exhausted just by thinking about Minhyuk’s social circle. “Let me set you up. I think you’ll like him. And wait- Before you say no!”
Skeptical, but ultimately weak after an exhausting and unfulfilled heat, Kihyun had agreed after bickering for twenty minutes. He gave Minhyuk his permission to share his number with this mystery alpha.
“Swear this isn’t a prank,” Kihyun had said once he conceded - which he now knows was tempting fate because Minhyuk is skilled in several methods of manipulation, and has never spared Kihyun any mercy.
“Trust me on this one.” Minhyuk had ruffled his hair as he said it, igniting the annoyance in Kihyun as he slapped the hand away.
“See this is what I’m talking about,” Minhyuk sighed. “You’re wound tighter than that corset I tried to make you wear last month.”
“Just. Don’t make me regret this.”
And as much as Kihyun hates to admit… Minhyuk was right.
Kihyun likes Hyunwoo. More than he should upon first meeting.
He’s passed the mental list of checks that Kihyun keeps for first dates. Hyunwoo picked a classy bar for their first night out, got there ample time before Kihyun had arrived to ensure they had a seat that gave a small semblance of privacy. He put Kihyun’s drinks on his tab and pulled out Kihyun’s seat for him. He’s been polite so far, nothing more than a guiding hand on Kihyun’s back when showing to the bar.
While Kihyun likes Hyunwoo, his body seems to be breaking for him.
Hyunwoo is handsome. Stupidly hot. Insultingly so. While Kihyun has a fiery need for recognition and independence, even he admits to feeling weak-kneed at the sight of a large alpha. Hyunwoo’s body could cover him. Engulf him. Kihyun knows his strong arms could hold him up like nothing, move him around and manhandle him when Kihyun’s too weak to even hold himself up.
His scent is a whole other problem.
It’s not even overwhelmingly heavy. It's just potent enough that Kihyun can’t seem to focus on their conversation. His head keeps drifting, rambling on about who knows what at this point. He rubs his thighs together, bothered and antsy. Hyunwoo’s scent keeps making him want to scoot closer, to press into him, to do things that Kihyun would usually find humiliating to even consider on a first date.
He knows it's bad when Hyunwoo is suddenly looking at him concerned rather than the quiet interest he’s held this evening.
“Kihyun?” Hyunwoo’s hand brushes Kihyun’s wrist. “Are you feeling okay?”
Kihyun jolts at the contact. It feels like a shock of ignition. A heat clenching in his gut as he presses his thighs together more.
“You got distracted,” Hyunwoo offers, seeing the disorientation on Kihyun’s face. Kihyun blinks, trying to remember what he was saying. Probably something about work. God, why would he talk about that on a first date. No one ever cares about the details of accounting.
“Right,” he coughs. He adjusts in his seat, flushed. “Sorry, I…” he trails off again, eyes trailing over Hyunwoo’s sharp jawline, but also his eyes, soft and brown.
Kihyun gets a rise of courage. This was a blind first date. He and Hyunwoo would never cross paths again if this were to go badly. But if it were to go right…
Kihyun shifts in his seat again, tugging nervously at the hem of his skirt. His thighs rub together, friction building up and the slick that's been slowly accumulating suddenly so much more apparent.
It's suddenly impossible to ignore. Kihyun wants him so badly.
“You’re very distracting,” Kihyun confesses, playing up his shyness a bit, enough that it feels real, a blush reaching his face as he bites his lip. His scent must be getting stronger because the scent points on Kihyun’s wrists and neck tingle and he sees Hyunwoo’s nostrils flare out. Interest lights his eyes and he straights up, leaning in more.
“Oh?” Hyunwoo smirks for the first time tonight. “Is that so?” It makes Kihyun smile back, a rush of anticipation and a burst of chemistry making him almost giddy. He tries to push it down, hesitant to seem over eager, but maybe Minhyuk was right. He needed this. Not that he's going to tell Minhyuk that.
“Is that too forward?” Kihyun asks, knowing the answer already based on the interest lighting Hyunwoo’s eyes. There's attraction there. Kihyun is familiar with it, but hardly finds the time to give into such things.
“Not at all,” Hyunwoo says, eyes falling from Kihyun’s eyes to his lips to his neck.
Kihyun tilts his head teasingly, satisfied at the way Hyunwoo’s eyes seem stuck to the slope of his exposed neck. It's one of his most attractive points.
“You’re also…” Hyunwoo swallows before his eyes come back up. He squares his wide shoulders. “Distracting.”
“Distracting how?”
“I mean, you’re…” Hyunwoo chuckles, ears tinting red. “I mean, you’re stunning. Sharp. Intelligent.”
Kihyun somehow wasn’t expecting those words in particular. He often feels he bores people with his meticulous details and observations. Hyunwoo says it now as something he admires. Kihyun hopes that feeling lasts.
“Also,” Hyunwoo adds, “You smell incredible.”
Kihyun smiles, a little too pleased, so he looks down at the table. He reaches Hyunwoo's hand, gingerly sliding his grip up to press their wrists together. Hyunwoo exhales, pressing back into him, something clenching in his jaw, Adam's apple bobbing. Kihyun wriggles in his seat, vibrating for more contact. Even a simple touch with some scenting has him pulsing between his legs, getting wetter.
He can feel his head getting foggy with need. His heat really was just pathetic. Completely unsatisfying. He's been unsettled since, itching for something more. Without thinking more he moves to the seat adjacent to Hyunwoo rather than right across. Hyunwoo’s shoulders are wide enough that Kihyun is blocked from practically everyone sitting behind. Their corner is dim and the bar is occupied. The people are busy, hardly earning their section even a glance.
Kihyun previously had been clenching his thighs shut, but the moment he separates them it’s undeniable. The scent of slick and arousal floats and surrounds, and instead of feeling embarrassed, Kihyun revels in the way Hyunwoo’s pupils dilate and his muscles jolt under his light touch.
“Can you keep a secret?” Kihyun leans in to whisper, his hand trailing down the alpha’s arm, dragging his wrist along the way, scenting him more.
Hyunwoo doesn’t say anything, just nods, staring unflinching and intoxicating all the same.
It’s a powerful feeling. One strong enough that it takes Kihyun away from his surroundings, enough to be bold and stupid all at once. And he never allows the latter.
He’s suddenly so grateful he went with his gut and wore the new skirt he bought last time he went shopping with Jooheon. It’s been a process getting more in touch with his feminine side and letting himself embrace it. In an alpha-dominated field, he often had to hide that part of himself even though he never hid his omega designation.
It’s nothing too distracting. A pencil-cut style that stops just a few inches short of his knees. He had been thinking it would be good for the office, but considering what he’s about to do, he’s not sure he’d be able to wear these without thinking of how he guides Hyunwoo’s hand over his knee and up his thigh, dipping between his legs.
Now, he can watch as Hyunwoo feels heat and the moisture between his legs. Hyunwoo’s breathing hitches just so and Kihyun scoots closer, inching off the seat, pressing into Hyunwoo’s hand and sighing breathily. The scent glands at the inner crevice of his thighs pulse and make Kihyun shiver. His skin is hot, his mouth is dry. Hyunwoo’s hand is on his covered cunt and he can’t seem to think straight.
His panties are wet-through and so are Hyunwoo’s fingers just from pressing against the thin fabric. With a ragged breath, Hyunwoo moves his hand, boldly cupping him, his thumb beginning to move in circular motions seeking that one spot which he finds all too easily.
Kihyun’s hand jumps to grip the side of the table, while the other finds Hyunwoo’s arm. His mouth falls open and a small sound escapes, something between a gasp and a hiccup.
“Shh,” Hyunwoo shifts closer, his other hand now guiding Kihyun’s outer thigh more open, making him face him more. He inserts his own thigh between Kihyun’s quivering thighs, using it as leverage to keep the other open. Kihyun can smell himself. Wanting and sugar-spun. “You have to stay quiet, yeah? Be good for me.”
Any other time, talk like that would make Kihyun want to decapitate someone. He's certainly had his share of demeaning and rude comments. But Hyunwoo says it nearly reverently. And his deft fingers pull aside his panties and touch him right where he’s hottest. Wettest.
“Ah-” Kihyun jolts, his thighs jumping but kept open by Hyunwoo’s grip. His skirt bunches up as Hyunwoo’s leg presses him open further, suddenly less cautious about their public surroundings. Rough fingers dip, pressing intentionally at Kihyun’s pussy before sliding up and dragging slick as he goes.
“Fuck,” Hyunwoo breathes, soft as the exhale that follows. His musky scent is stronger now, making Kihyun’s head spin ever higher. The roughness of leather with a hint of smokiness. It’s so undeniably alpha that Kihyun’s head sags forward a bit, overcome as Hyunwoo rubs and presses. His touch is careful, but not timid, like he knows exactly how to hold Kihyun in place while pleasuring him. Like he knows the more Kihyun is forced to take the more slick pumps out of him.
“Hyunwoo-” Kihyun chokes, unable to stop himself from pressing his hips forward into Hyunwoo’s hand, urging him to put his fingers inside. His head feels like it’s full of bees, buzzing and loud, eyes darting around before losing himself again as Hyunwoo chuckles while thumbing over his clit in quick circles.
Kihyun’s face burns even hotter when he realizes he can hear the wet noises of Hyunwoo’s fingers dripping in slick. Fuck, he can’t remember the last time he’s gotten so wet. There was likely a wet patch on his skirt by now, too.
“You’re nothing like I had imagined,” Hyunwoo says, and even as the words go over Kihyun’s head, he can suddenly feel Hyunwoo’s breath against his ear. The touches stop and he’s being moved, he realizes. Hyunwoo’s hands grip his hips, moving him so that he’s barely on the edge of his chair, legs splayed open and skirt bunched up his thighs. At the right angle, everything would be visible. “Just incredible.”
Hyunwoo’s leg sandwiches between his slim thighs, pressing his knee firmly onto Kihyun’s cunt, pressure right up against his clit. “Show me how much you want more,” he says and Kihyun can barely think much less hold back. He chokes as Hyunwoo rubs him against his knee. Kihyun nods, understanding and suddenly desperate to show him what he wants.
With a hand gripping the table and another on Hyunwoo’s leg, Kihyun rolls his hips, humping Hyunwoo’s leg, and shaking as the pleasure runs through him. Something so pathetic shouldn’t feel so good. But the rough material of his pants catches against his sopping panties and it’s like nothing else could matter right now.
Before he even realizes, he lifts his hand up to his mouth, hooking a finger inside and giving him a burst of pleasure. He looks up at that moment, sucking on his own finger, rutting on Hyunwoo’s leg, and sees the alpha in awe of him. The smell of arousal is intense and Kihyun’s eyes fall back down, spotting the large pants tent that makes him salivate and bite down on his finger. Fuck, he’s big. Of course, he is. He’s Kihyun's walking fantasy.
That cock would feel so good inside him. So big, so full, so right. And the smell. Fuck, if Kihyun feels high off his scent right now, there's no describing how it would be to have his face right up against the alpha's cock. Pheromones thick and dizzying.
Kihyun chokes at the vision, so wet with slick that the fabric of Hyunwoo’s pants is now sopping too, making the friction previously there dissipate. A broken whimper leaves him as the desperation inside arcs up in a spectacular fashion. “Please, I- I need-”
He grabs at Hyunwoo’s wrist pulling his hand back to him, trying to show what his body is pleading for. Empty, he’s too empty.
A low rumble comes from Hyunwoo’s chest, a primal sound of comfort. Kihyun manages to get a breath in as his head lolls, anticipation great as Hyunwoo's hand returns to his ruined panties. There’s nothing left in Kihyun to resist the two fingers that move the fabric aside and slide inside him effortlessly. His legs part further, encouraging and presenting, rolling in time. He could sob in relief if the command to be good and quiet didn’t loom so prominently over him. Be good. Just like he told you.
“I’ll take you somewhere special after this,” Hyunwoo starts to say, and discovers three fingers can slip in just as easily as two. The high builds. “Let you be as loud as you want. Take what you need. I'll give you anything.”
Kihyun’s heart flutters as his skin melts. He clenches on Hyunwoo’s fingers, imagining riding the cock that’s stayed zipped up and away from him. He wants more, so much more. Hyunwoo’s other hand grabs onto Kihyun’s damp thigh, massaging his thumb into the soft, slicked skin, so close to where his fingers plunge in and out.
“Is that something you’d want?” Hyunwoo leans in, nosing at the skin of his neck, tantalizing.
Kihyun nods, somewhat frantic and overcome. Hyunwoo smiles into his nape, a gentle laugh puffing over his scent gland. Kihyun jolts and comes on his fingers, spine going stiff, thighs snapping down as much as they can. The gush of slick that follows would put him in the ground if he put even an ounce of thought into it. He can’t hold back the sound this time, a choked keen muffled into the hand he slaps over his mouth.
Hyunwoo shushes him, but works him through it. His fingers slow but don’t pause, rubbing and twisting. Kihyun’s thighs snap around his hand, too close to falling off the edge of his chair. His stomach pulses in pleasuring and deeper, growing need.
“Good, good,” Hyunwoo murmurs. Kihyun whimpers, grinding on Hyunwoo’s hand and shaking as his orgasm fizzles out. His blouse sticks to him from the light sheen of sweat that covers his body. Hyunwoo guides his body back into the chair, slipping his hand away. Shining slick webs between his fingers. Kihyun’s breathing hitches at the sight, feeling how wet he is between his thighs.
Hyunwoo brings his fingers up to Kihyun’s lips, tapping lightly. Kihyun’s mouth falls open, but is somehow still unprepared for the taste of his own desperate want.
Hyunwoo rumbles in approval and Kihyun practically preens, shivering in the feeling that sizzles at the back of his throat. Hyunwoo’s finger presses down on Kihyun’s tongue before pulling out. “I think it’s my turn to have a taste. Come home with me?”
Kihyun’s brain can’t seem to function fast enough to answer before Hyunwoo’s hands are fixing his skirt, pulling it down to the proper length once more. Kihyun never goes home with someone on a first date. But he also never lets someone finger him in public either.
Hyunwoo’s eyes come up to look at him. Desire sits deep in his stare and Kihyun nods, words struggling to come to the surface but finally finding their way. He knows what he wants. He figures now is the time to let himself have it.
“Your turn to be good for me,” Kihyun says, proud of the intrigue that lights up in Hyunwoo's expression. Hyunwoo chuckles and squeezes at the bare skin of his thigh.
“For you?” Hyunwoo says. “You don’t even have to ask.”