Dawn seeped into the room through the thin, translucent curtains. The light was soft, not yet bright, more like the breath of a new day than actual morning. A protective silence reigned in the apartment, broken only by rare street sounds—the splash of tires on wet asphalt and a distant car horn.
Do-yun was asleep, his face turned toward the wall, his breathing even, but his pheromones were tense even in slumber. His eyelids trembled, as if some anxious dream was still unfolding inside. The blanket had slipped just below his waist, exposing the line of his back and a thin strip of skin.
Seung-ho watched him for a long time, as if debating whether to shatter this peace. But the instinctive, predatory desire was stronger. In his gaze was both tenderness and a dominance that tolerated no refusal. His pheromones, warm and commanding, saturated the space.
He leaned closer, ran his palm along Do-yun's back, feeling the warmth of his skin. A subtle movement, almost a ripple, but it made the body beneath the blanket twitch. Do-yun didn't wake up; he only inhaled deeper, drawing in the Alpha's scent.
Seung-ho smiled faintly and cautiously pulled the blanket down further. His gaze settled on his hips, on the Omega's relaxed body, in which he still sensed a hidden, instinctual readiness.
He descended lower, his lips touching his thigh. A light kiss, like a mark left by an owner—and Do-yun quietly moaned in his sleep but remained unconscious. Seung-ho repeated the gesture, leaving hot trails, climbing higher until his breath grazed his testicles.
He paused there. His tongue slid slowly, languidly, yet possessively, as if reminding him: even in sleep, he belongs only to him. Do-yun shifted, his body tensing, and then Seung-ho cautiously took him in his lips, began to suckle, feeling the warmth and slickness spread across his tongue.
The erection came quickly and heavily. His cock swelled with rigidity, and even through sleep, Do-yun groaned, twitched, but didn't open his eyes. Seung-ho held him, slowly setting the rhythm, as if using this movement to awaken not only his body but his consciousness, demanding a response.
— Wake up, — he whispered low, pulling back his lips for only a moment to say it directly against the hot skin. — I won't let you sleep when I need you.
Do-yun felt the touch too soon for his awareness. He was still drifting somewhere between sleep and reality, his body warm, relaxed, and his breathing steady. But down below, something was already demanding attention—hot, wet, and commanding. It was an awakening imposed by the Alpha's will.
He opened his eyes only when Seung-ho's tongue slowly traversed his shaft, gathering the first drops of omega slick. The world around him was veiled in the soft light of dawn.
— Seung-ho… — it came out hoarsely, but the Alpha did not lift his head.
His lips closed around the head, his tongue slowly encircled it, and Do-yun's body arched, his breath catching. He wanted to push him away, but Seung-ho's hand pressed him against the mattress. The movement was not rough, but it left no choice.
— Don't move, — the low voice sounded, containing more of a command than a plea.
Seung-ho consumed him greedily, yet with restraint. Each rhythm was precise, each movement of his tongue—agonizingly drawn out. He seemed to be deliberately prolonging the awakening, forcing Do-yun's body to surrender not by reason, but by pure, animal hunger.
Do-yun closed his eyes, his fingers spasmodically clenching the sheet. His member was heavy, fully erect, and every new movement of the lips pulled a moan from him. Seung-ho seemed to relish the taste and the control, lingering longer than he needed to.
And then plunged deeper again, making Do-yun gasp hoarsely.
The rhythm intensified. Seung-ho held his hips so tightly that marks would be left on his skin. He devoured him until the end, not allowing him to break free, not giving him a second of rest. His lips moved faster and faster, his tongue sliding, as if fire spread through every nerve.
Do-yun arched, moaned, his lips trembling. Sounds tore from his throat, but he didn't try to suppress them—orgasm crashed over him wave after wave, and it was impossible to hold back.
— Seung-ho… I… — the exhale broke, but beyond that was only a storm.
Orgasm tore through him, and semen gushed out. Seung-ho did not pull away—he took everything, swallowed greedily, and then slowly ran his tongue along his shaft, collecting the remnants of the slickness and warmth.
Do-yun collapsed onto the pillows, his heart hammering in his throat, his breathing ragged. He simply pulled Seung-ho closer, pressing into his chest, listening to the heavy rhythm of his heart.
The silence didn't last long. The city outside was already bustling; dawn definitively turned into morning. Seung-ho pulled away, sat on the edge of the bed. His movements were once again collected, businesslike. He reached for his shirt, pulled it on, and buttoned it up.
— We need to go, — he said. — The club awaits us earlier than usual today.
Do-yun sat up, ran a hand over his face, feeling the heat still lingering. For a second, he wanted to ask for one more minute, but he understood—there was no choice. Seung-ho was already standing, preparing as if the commanding arousal hadn't just occurred.
— Get up, — he added softer, but the Alpha's familiar firmness remained in his tone. — We have too much work ahead of us to waste time sleeping.
Do-yun stood up. Everything that had happened just minutes ago felt like a strange, sweet pause between two waves—between the storm that had just receded and the one that lay ahead.
They left the bedroom together. The apartment smelled of morning light and rain. Seung-ho put on his jacket, checked his phone. Do-yun buttoned his coat, paused at the mirror—his eyes still betrayed his recent weakness and surrender, but he pretended not to notice.
And when the door closed behind them, the club became the next point on their path.