The primal need that had been simmering between them finally erupted in a torrent of shared pleasure. Every touch was a question, every response a definitive, joyous answer. Do-hyun, no longer cautious, traced the lines of Jaemin's frame with a profound reverence, as if discovering a treasure he had long been searching for.
Jaemin's own hands explored the breadth of Do-hyun's back, the taut muscles of his shoulders, finding a sense of safety and belonging he had never known. His body was an instrument, responding to the symphony of Do-hyun's touch with a desperate, all-consuming need.
He writhed against the alpha, his hips grinding down in an urgent, almost frantic rhythm, a primal dance of want and surrender. His moans were no longer muted, but a soft chorus of sound, each one a testament to the intoxicating bliss Do-hyun was drawing from him.
In a time long past, another alpha had touched him with demanding force, a possessive command for submission. There had been no gentle exploration, only a ruthless taking, each possessive grip a painful reminder that his body was merely a vessel for the other man's release. It had been a brutal, one-sided dance of dominance and instinct, an attempt to sate a feral need with barely any acknowledgment of emotional connection that left Jaemin feeling hollow and used.
But with Do-hyun, things were different. This wasn't just a fire; it was a home. Every touch, every kiss, every word was an act of reciprocal love and trust. The heat was there, but it was anchored by something deeper, something that settled into his very bones, a profound sense of rightness. Do-hyun's low growls were not demands, but a declaration of his care, a grounding sound that promised safety and devotion. The vulnerability they had shared just before had become the foundation for their connection, a tangible bond of their emotions manifested.
Midway through, as all around them blurred into a haze of sweat and scent, Jaemin began to tire, his movements slowing. Do-hyun, sensing the omega's exhaustion, let out a low growl of frustration, a sound born not of anger, but of a fierce, animalistic need to continue. He didn't stop or break rhythm; instead, he hooked his arms around Jaemin's back, leveraging his powerful frame to flip him onto his back.
Jaemin landed on the bed, winded, his body thrumming with the sudden change, but before he could catch his breath, Do-hyun surged forward, slamming back into him with a powerful thrust, his body a furnace of heat and desperate need.
There was no pause, no hesitation. Do-hyun's thrusts were deep and rhythmic, a relentless hammering into the depths of him that drove all thought from Jaemin's mind, leaving only sensation. They were a vortex of heat, friction, and the overpowering fragrance of cedar and cherry blossoms, a storm of ecstasy that grew with every move.
The unwavering rhythm pulled Jaemin deeper, his hips bucking instinctively, meeting each powerful thrust, his body singing in a harmony of desperate want and profound fulfillment. He could feel the pressure building, a sweet, unbearable tension coiling low in his belly as Do-hyun's body drove against his, each contact stoking the fire between them.
Jaemin's climax, when it hit him, was not just a release of built-up tension, but an explosion that rattled through his every nerve and made him gasp. As he came, Do-hyun let out a low groan, his voice hoarse with exertion and pleasure, his aroma of cedar intensifying in an powerful, unspoken declaration of his claim and his surrender all at once as he knotted deep inside Jaemin.
Jaemin's own body was in a state of exquisite sensitivity. With the unyielding pressure of the knot deep inside, and the feel of Do-hyun's hands roving gently over his skin, he began to writhe against the sheets, a soft, involuntary whimper escaping his lips. The relentless overstimulation had Jaemin's inner walls contracting and squeezing Do-hyun tight in a sensation so intense, so all-encompassing, that it drew out a second, shuddering climax. His head fell back, a sob of pure release catching in his throat as Do-hyun's hands bracketed his face with an almost painful tenderness.
For a long while, they simply lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, their bodies entwined, their scents mingled. The world outside their bubble had long ceased to exist. The only sounds were their ragged breaths and the pounding of Do-hyun's heart against Jaemin's ear, a steady, reassuring rhythm. His knot inside Jaemin pulsed with a gentle warmth, a seal of their mutual devotion. In this quiet sanctuary, they were finally a complete whole.
After a few moments, Do-hyun spoke. "I can feel you, Jaemin," he murmured, his eyes still closed. "Here." He shifted his hand from Jaemin's cheek to his chest, settling it over the rapid beat of his heart.
Jaemin, still breathless and overwhelmed, could only manage a questioning murmur. "Hmm?"
Do-hyun let out a soft huff of air, a sound of profound contentment. "Your heart… it's at peace now."