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The knock came later than expected. It wasn’t very late, but it had drawn the last few minutes out that while Hao was sitting on the couch, anticipating his arrival. He could not help but smell his own soap and the dulling of a suppressant patch he had put on. He had showered, pulled on the hoodie without underwear, internally debating whether to pull the sleeves up or down.

Hao finally pulled them down, only to tug them up again as he reached for and turned the knob. He wasn’t nervous, was he? He had asked for this himself, after all. And now, he was waiting to see what kind of man would answer it.

The door opened, and only then did Hao raise his eyes.

Hanbin was taller than he’d seemed in his profile. Lean but compact, with the kind of build that came from mere daily routine rather than some gym training. That was probably common to belong to men in their early thirties. What did Hao know, really. His jaw was stubbled very lightly, and his hair was neatly trimmed, if not freshly cut, the sort of upkeep which suggested he groomed himself well. He had been unbuttoning his coat when Hao first saw him, but he rolled up his sleeves even higher now. It was a motion Hao had come to associate with doctors, or maybe it was just that he was just seeing too many of them lately, thanks to national insurance. But the visits were only for some check-ups. The actual procedure, however, wasn’t covered by the system.

“I’m assuming you’re doing this solo?” Hao asked casually, perched on the edge of the couch. He could feel his oversized hoodie swallowed half of his frame, grazing lightly against his thighs.

Hanbin glanced at him over his shoulder. “Yeah. I used to be married,” he said matter-of-factly. “It didn’t work out.”

Hao tilted his head. That wasn’t what he exactly meant with the question but this information, he deemed, was worth knowing. He filed the answer away all the same. 

“So you’re single now.”

“Yeah,” Hanbin said, unfazed. “It’s just me.”

Good, Hao had thought. That meant nothing would stand in his way if things played out the way he hoped—

—not that he hoped for anything, or had he?

“Have you done this before?” Hanbin asked, without looking at him.

“Yes, I-I have,” Hao lied.

That made Hanbin glance up. Something flickered behind those eyes, surprise, maybe. He didn’t push it, though Hao hoped, just a little, that it had been disappointment. “Have you?”

Hanbin didn’t answer. From his bags, he revealed a toolkit with the name 'Dr. Sung Hanbin' written on it. 

“You’re a doctor,” Hao said quietly.

Hanbin paused briefly. “Does it matter?”

Hao leaned back against the cushions, folding his arms behind his head. “No,” he said. “It just makes sense.”

"You don't report this, do you," Hao stated. It wasn’t exactly a question, the way he said it. 

“No.”

"You could lose your license."

Hao smiled faintly, more to himself than to Hanbin. He began wondering about that. What kind of a man offered clean samples for free and without legal tie. What kind of doctor risked everything to do what the clinics wouldn’t. It wasn’t for money, is it? Hanbin hadn’t asked for money. It was also certainly not for any recognition or such. 

Could it be altruism? No, that didn’t fit either. Hanbin wasn’t here out of principle or kindness. Hanbin wasn’t here because he wanted to help. He was here because Hao had looked for one, and Hanbin had answered because something in him needed to, or maybe because he gave in to his compulsion of a transaction, even if it wasn’t measured in money. Because there was a convenient thrill in doing something forbidden and getting away with it, in slipping just beneath the rules and convincing himself it was the right thing to do. 

Hanbin cleared his throat, hands in his pockets, half-turning toward the hallway. “Can I use your bathroom?” 

“Mhm. Second door,” Hao said, tipping his chin toward it. “Left of the coat rack.”

When the bathroom door clicked shut, Hao stared at the small kit Hanbin left open on the table. A few vials, a syringe, an applicator, a pair of gloves laid on top of a case, and the folded sterile cloth. Everything arranged neatly as if it mattered, how they looked. 

From inside the bathroom immediately came the soft sound of running water. It was only around three minutes but long enough for Hao to imagine that Hanbin might haven’t gone in just to wash or piss. He could’ve gone for the other thing but it was more fun to imagine that, perhaps, he’d leaned on the sink and gripped its edges, teeth grit, one hand wrapped around what Hao could only assume was a cock thick enough to match the rest of him. He’d probably braced his forearm against the mirror to keep quiet, hips jerking forward as he chased some relief.

Fuck, Hao was aroused. When the door opened again, Hanbin stepped out looking exactly as he had before. “Thanks,” he said quietly.

Hanbin returned to the table, his focus shifting back to the kit as he retrieved something from his pocket. Hao barely registered what it was. What caught him instead was the way the afternoon light had begun to slant through the sheer curtain, casting a pale glow that framed Hanbin’s figure in its wash. Even as softened by the light, there was barely a delicate thing about him. Hao thought that Hanbin wasn’t handsome in the obvious sense, but in the manner of men who didn’t care if they were. Not too masculine in build but a little broad-shouldered, topped with a stubble that could sand a person’s skin. Well, not really, but Hao liked to imagine that. His mouth was too firm. His hands were large but his palms not so much. 

The sight made Hao let a little sugar rise off his skin. It was just a thread of sweetness, a test. One small rebellion daring not because he believed Hanbin would act on it, but because Hao knew he would try not to. 

Hao’s throat tightened. Hanbin didn't react at all.

But it was Hanbin's control, above all, that undid Hao. Hanbin didn’t even look at him like how an alpha looked at an omega; he looked at him just like he would another client. Another patient he tended to on the daily before they were left to the nurses. Yet, there was a twitch in his jaw now, a brief pull near the corner of his mouth. A stretch in the line of his brow that hadn’t been there before. His shoulders, though squared, held tension through the upper back, as if resisting the urge to fold forward.

Hao knew Hanbin had noticed the scent. God, again, that was what made Hanbin most unbearable and hot. It wasn’t the face or the height or the body; it was the fucking restraint. He could feel the way Hanbin held his own muscles still, as if even a single inch toward indulgence would be a crack in the armor.

Before, Hao had never wanted to split anything wide open as he did right now. Now, he wanted to unmake that control, to feel what Hanbin looked like when he lost it, when he let go. When he stopped pretending this was all procedural and began treating Hao like what he was, and what he was was a body of an omega wanting to be filled.

Hanbin cleared his throat. “You’re not supposed to release it.”

“I’m not,” Hao lied.

Hanbin took a breath through his mouth, drawing it out in a tired sigh.

“Well, no— not really,” Hao added, voice sweet and almost apologetic. “Maybe I’m closer to heat than I thought.”

“Ah— um. Well then, should we just start?”

Hao only nodded. He shifted on the couch, pulling one leg higher, exposing the gentle curve of his inner thigh above the waistband of his sweatpants. He watched Hanbin’s gaze flick down, then away, fast, as if pretending it hadn’t happened would erase the fact that it had.

Suddenly, something inside Hao thrilled. He imagined Hanbin, all ruined and panting and helpless with his mouth open, letting his deep voice break on a groan as he pressed his cock in, slowly, and at first, barely fitting inside Hao’s tight hole. As it settled in, Hao would then feel the weight of him on top, and the scent breaking through, holding him down, engulfing him whole, breeding him open until even Hanbin forgot the rules he'd written for himself too.

Hao bit the inside of his cheek just enough to ground himself with the sting creeping up the hinge of his jaw. The ache low in his spine, however, hadn’t gone anywhere. Nor had the hollow, rhythmic throb that pulsed between his legs, insistent and adamant, as though his own body had turned against him in its craving. It belonged to a ravenous kind of desire, the kind that didn’t beg so much as demand for him to submit until all he wanted to was to be filled, to be stretched open and left gaping, to be used until he forgot where he ended and the slick heat began, so primal as if it had been pacing in circles for days when it was only felt just now in Hanbin’s presence.

Hanbin moved only subtly, a shift of weight from one foot to the other, the brief clench in his jaw returning and then vanishing again. He reached for the gloves, peeled one open slowly with his fingers, which were not very long, but broad and thick. Hao couldn’t help imagining the way they’d stretch him compared to the slim glide of his own ever could, all made worse by the fact he wanted it. He could sense his scent spiking again, blooming sweet and brazen before he could stop it, not that he wanted to.

"Lie back," Hanbin said softly.

Hao followed the instruction without any word spoken. The couch beneath him began to register as something too warm, and too narrow, and suddenly somehow felt unfit to contain all of him, even if it actually did. He bent his arms beneath his head, letting the synthetic weave of the upholstery leave shallow red patterns against his forearms if left too long, and arched his back just enough to tilt his hips upward for access. 

A mere few seconds later, Hao could feel the cold of a gloved hand brushed against his knee. He breathed in shallowly, forced his muscles to go slack, and relaxed himself with a deeper breath. When he glanced over his shoulder, Hanbin’s hand lingered a moment too long on his skin before it withdrew. Reading the pause as a cue, Hao tilted his hips a little higher and let his knees fall wider. His shorts were pulled down to mid-thigh, just enough to bare him where needed. He didn’t look again. Hanbin was kneeling on the floor at the base of the couch, facing him.

“I’m going to insert the sample,” he said.

Hao nodded once and let his eyes fall shut.

The lubricant hit first, cold and viscous, then came its warmth, spreading with the texture of a faint latex material on the exterior of his vagina. The applicator followed after. It was… strange. Even with Hao’s experience with sex toys, the sensation of being prepped and intruded like this still made his walls flutter around it. He was very aroused, and it was less the applicator and more Hanbin really, but still, Hao tilted his hips in a slow by design, searching arc, and the breath that escaped him was straying far too close to a moan.

“Don’t do that.” Hanbin’s voice was calm now, but there was an edge to it, something about his focus being disrupted mid-work. “You might dislodge the—”

“I know,” Hao whispered meekly. “It’s just... sensitive. I'm— ngh...”

Hao’s eyes fell shut from the sensation as Hanbin located the right position, angled the applicator just so, and pressed down slowly on the plunger, releasing the thick warmth of the sample in a motion. When he opened his eyes again, Hanbin was still kneeling between his legs, hands steady, posture unchanged, as if nothing had shifted at all, except one thing, and only one: his ears had gone red. Hanbin was trying so hard not to react, which meant he was caught, and so the knowledge sent a slow coil of warmth through Hao’s chest, because it meant he could push.

Hao’s voice was laden with sweetness when he spoke, as if in the back of his throat was syrup cloaking the soft walls. “Can you…” he murmured, lashes low and heat pooled heavy behind them in the sheen of sweat slicking his temples, “put it a little deeper? So I can… take?”

Hanbin can, that for certain, but would he? The tool was still inside, and Hao couldn’t help the way his walls fluttered around the smooth, clinical plastic stem, too conscious of its shape. And when his heavy-lidded, glossed with heat eyes met again with the rigid calm of Hanbin’s, Yes was the answer. The flush had spread not only in his ears but risen to his cheeks like a series of overripe fruits in late spring.

Hao knew that he had Hanbin now. Maybe, not all the way and not yet all the way, but he knew he had him nonetheless. Hanbin was so much closer now, kneeling between his legs with the face still giving nothing away, except for the set of his mouth and the furrow in his brow, before it parted as if he’d wrestled some sense back into place.

Hanbin’s gloved hand adjusted almost imperceptibly, and the pad of thumb grazed the crease where Hao’s thigh met his pelvis. The motion nudged the applicator deeper by a hair, and that little of a shift somewhat struck something so sensitive inside Hao that a moan tore out of him involuntarily, which made Hanbin stilled for a brief moment. 

“I think we should pause,” he said once he’d recollected his language, hands loosening abruptly from the tool. 

“No, Hanbin— You can’t just—” Hao objected, the words edged and fast. “Then why come at all?”

“Hao.This is no longer appropriate." 

Hao lifted himself partway up, weight settling on his elbows as he kept his legs parted, sweatpants damp where they bunched around his clumsy thighs. His eyes pinned on Hanbin’s face, and when he finally spoke, it was on the tail end of a long breath taken as he tamped down the edge in his chest. There was no mistaking the frustration thrummed behind it, however.

“It was never appropriate. You knew that before you even said yes.”

The insemination tool, still wrapped around Hanbin’s knuckles which had gone tight and white, was unmoved and his ears, always the first to betray him, were contrasting it: a flushed cherry red; and Hao knew really had Hanbin, here, at the fault line, held before the snapping of its wire. So, when he asked Do you want me to take it out and end this right now? and tilted his hips just enough to shift the plastic stem inside him, he already knew the answer. 

Hanbin exhaled, sharp and low, before the words came to him, fragile and fraying at the edges: “Don’t.”

Hao smiled wickedly. “Then you should be the one putting it in,” he said. “If it’s going to work, shouldn’t it be you?”

Hanbin hadn’t yet moved, not really, only his hands had returned to the tool, pale fingers locked too tight around it, and his ears had invented a new, impossible shade of red. It was exasperating; Hanbin was. The tool hadn’t so much as twitched but the way it sat inside him was a torture in itself. Hao figured he had long abandoned his shame since he was panting through parted lips with his back arched, and when his fingers creeped downward to press between his own thighs, right where it ached the most, he thought he might cry from it.

He rubbed his clit once through the cotton, moaned, raw and with intent this time. “Fuck, Hanbin,” the younger man gasped, the words rough in his throat as he looked straight at him. “You should put something else in instead.”

His voice trembled as he rocked his hips again, grinding down on the smooth length still lodged inside him, the friction maddeningly insufficient but impossible to stop. His legs had fallen further open now, shameless in their sprawl, sweat beading at the bend of his knees and pooling in the small of his back where the couch stuck to bare skin.

“Why won’t you see me for what I am right now?” he panted, breath catching as his fingertips grazed his clit with a helpless, jittering jerk. “I’m—” another gasp, quiet and broken, “—I’m an omega, Hanbin.”

Hanbin flinched. A tremor in his shoulders, a stuttered breath in the air, and the hard line of his jaw clenched as if holding back words he refused to release. His hand hovered near Hao’s thigh, suspended in hesitation, caught in the quiet war between discipline and the unbearable pull to touch. Hao seized the opening, stepping into the war making it his own. He slipped free of Hanbin’s hand with a twist of his wrist, no resistance left in either of them. Hanbin was motionless, and so Hao reached down and pulled the insemination tool out of himself with ease. It left him with an obscene sound and hit the towel beneath him in a wet thud. Then, without a word, he pushed two fingers inside himself. His body swallowing his fingers down too easily, like it had been molded and remolded again to be filled.

Hanbin’s eyes darkened, and his mouth parted, then his tongue flicked across his lower lip, slowly, as if his body had betrayed him before his mind could catch up. Hao arched higher, rolled his hips down harder, moaned again as his fingers curled just right, found that aching place, and pressed and pressed more. 

“God— Ah! You’re so fucking cruel, doc,” he breathed. “How many times have you done this for other omegas? Young ones, desperate ones, just trying to get pregnant?”

“You like it, don’t you?” he added. “The power. You get off on it. You must, or you wouldn’t keep saying yes when someone like me asks.”

“You didn’t come here because of a noble cause at all,” Hao breathed, his eyes glinting even as he smiled gleefully. “You came because you get off on knocking up pretty little omegas like me who can’t stop begging for it. I’m just another one of them, aren’t I? Just another hole to fill. Another slut—”

That was apparently what finally snapped the string.

“Zhang Hao.”

Hanbin’s voice was low and guttural when he said it, like it had been pulled straight from the most buried part of him. “The least you could do,” he said, breath sharp as he cupped Hao’s thigh and dragged it open wider, “is shut your fucking mouth until I’m done ruining you.”

Nothing remained of the man who had walked in all composed and with a professionalism wound tight around his spine, tucked into a neat fold of the quarter-top of his shirt. A shirt which he was now undoing, buttons slipping loose one by one to reveal a tattoo inked across his chest, which among all things was the first thing about Hanbin that struck him as both jarring, and, well, hot, of course. He was on Hao in a second, knees sinking into the couch cushions, his weight bearing down both of them from above. One hand shoved Hao’s legs wide open, while the other clamped around his wrist and yanked his fingers out with a force that might have otherwise bruised if Hao hadn’t been so willing under him. The slick clung between them and dripping against Hao’s thigh, and the lewd sound it made sent something reeling through Hao’s skull, a dizzy spike of arousal robbing him of one or two breaths, and for either, Hanbin did nothing else. He simply held Hao’s wrist there between them and under the spill of yellow lamplight as their breaths collided in between. He stared at Hao like he couldn’t quite process the images before him, like he wasn’t sure which of them had come undone worse: Hao, all sweaty and slick and stretched open beneath him, or him, still dressed but more naked than Hao had ever seen anyone.

That was before the animal took over him again. He brought Hao’s hand to his mouth and licked them clean. His tongue dragged slowly between each knuckle, catching in the creases, and still his eyes didn’t leave Hao’s face. He watched him through it, like he was daring Hao to flinch, which was bound to fail because it had all been Hao’s doing from the start. When he finally pulled back, Hao could already feel that when Hanbin would finally speak later, gone would be the man who’d walked in here thinking he could be of good use.

Hao smirked. Of course, it was this that did it. All he had to do was press and Hanbin would fall like every other alpha who thought they could stomach pretending not to want him.

Hanbin gripped his wrist tighter, enough to still him, as if to make sure he didn’t start again. “Stop touching yourself.”

Hao blinked at him, lashes damp from sweat. “Why?” he murmured. “You couldn’t even bring yourself to do it.”

Hanbin’s jaw clenched with restraint or fury, or both, Hao couldn’t quite say which, and the distinction hardly seemed to matter. What mattered was the way his composure cracked further at the edges, the way Hanbin’s throat bobbed like he was trying to swallow something bitter. His eyes dropped again to where Hao’s fingers glistened, and he just stared at them as Hao entered himself once again. Hao almost pitied him, but no, pity didn’t quite capture the twisted sort of affection reserved only for those you chose to ruin with your own hands. He’d broken men before, sure, but Hanbin was different. Hanbin leaned in, and his palm braced beside Hao’s head. Suddenly, they were too close that Hao could feel Hanbin’s stubble dragging across his cheek, soft but razor at the edges. 

“You really think you can handle it?” Hanbin whispered, wrecked like it cost him his pride to say it.

Hao only laughed. He couldn’t name every single expression that passed across Hanbin's face. Shame, maybe, or hunger, or disbelief, or maybe all of it at once, tangled in a helpless taut. “Handle it?” he echoed. “Oh, Hanbin-ssi… who do you think called you here in the first place?”

Hao could hear the catch in Hanbin’s throat. He could push more. “Tell me something, doctor,” he went on, drawing his fingers out from between his legs and reaching up for Hanbin’s chest tattoo. “If you didn’t want this, then why did you answer an ad that explicitly asked for breeding?”

The way Hanbin’s face changed as he cursed was almost too satisfying. That, that helpless, collapsing Fuck was the moment Hao knew he had already won. Because yes, he had tempted him. Hanbin, however, had answered the ad on his own. The real trick had never been in the seducing. It had always been in letting Hanbin believe the perversion was his idea, that none of this was done to him, only something he’d chosen.

There was a long, agonizing silence, before Hanbin spoke again. 

“Zhang Hao,” he said, and this time the name came out apologetic. He then looked up, meeting Hao’s eyes. The look there was wrecked, glassy, stunned, and so openly ashamed that it almost made Hao chuckle as he anticipated what Hanbin would say next.

“I didn’t use the frozen sample," Hanbin said to Hao's surprise. "I didn’t use the one I brought.”

Hao’s lips parted. “What did you mean?”

“I did it here.” Hanbin's voice cracked around the words. “In your bathroom.”

Hao blinked, then laughed. What now? He wondered shamelessly just how much satisfaction he could wring from just letting Hanbin go on. “You filthy pervert,” he said, cupping Hanbin’s cheek with his dry palm. “You really did that?”

Hao didn't know Hanbin really did it. Technically, he had imagined it, but he hadn't really thought it was true.

“I saw your post,” Hanbin said. “I've sworn I won't do any more appointment like this. But—”

“But you did,” Hao cut him off.

Hanbin nodded, a little regretful. “Yeah, but not immediately. I kept the tab open for days,” he said. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About you.”

“I shouldn’t have let myself check your profile. Or save your photo. I shouldn’t have let myself imagine—”

Hanbin’s breath hitched before he confessed more. “I jerked off thinking about you before I even answered your message.”

Shit. Hao gasped. He could not help his own arousal and plunge his fingers in again. His cunt clenched down on them like it wanted to suck the digits in whole. Like it was starving for something more, anything else, anything that wasn’t his own hand. He was panting now because the image of Hanbin jerking off in his bathroom wasn’t even true enough, Hanbin had also had to jerk himself off even when they hadn’t met at all.

“Hah-h— Hanbin…”

Hanbin’s eyes snapped back to Hao's thighs. His pupils were blown wide, glassy and dark, like the animal part of him had finally clawed its way to the surface again. Hao’s hole was slick and gaping now, stretched open on top the whole couch which was damp beneath him, everything soaking through the towel, and still he fucked himself on his fingers like nothing short of just any cock would fill him now, nothing but—

“I came to your apartment already hard,” Hanbin said hoarsely. “I felt guilty at first. So I thought I’d just bring a backup vial from the clinic. But when I saw you—” his voice broke. "I couldn’t. I couldn’t do it that way. I didn’t want it to be anonymous. I wanted it to be mine—”

“And you made it yours,” Hao cut in sweetly, fingers still curled inside his cunt, pumping slower and deeper now. “You came in my bathroom thinking— Ah! What it would feel like to fuck it into me instead.” He held Hanbin’s gaze before he slowly pulled his fingers out, all wet and shiny, and cupped Hanbin’s jaw with both hands. Tenderly, he whispered, “You wanted me to have your baby? Then, do it."

He dragged Hanbin’s gloved hand over the slope of his belly and to the slick mess waiting between his legs. “Breed me properly, Hanbin-ssi.”

Hanbin only inhaled a rough breath as Hao guided his wrist lower. 

“Take it off,” Hao whispered, and Hanbin took them off. Without being told more, he pressed his two bare fingers in. The cold made Hao twitch around them, thighs falling open wider as he watched Hanbin’s breath break against his teeth. He pressed them back in each time with more certainty and curled them slightly as he found Hao’s spot.

“Come on,” Hao breathed, one hand sliding up Hanbin’s thigh. “You’ve already done the worst of it. You might as well fuck me like you mean it.”

Hanbin’s hand pulled away briefly, only so he could reach between them, dragging his cock out. It was already flushed and slick at the tip, twitching against his belly, and Hao’s eyes flicked down only once before he licked his lips, shameless.

Lining himself up slowly, Hanbin still seemed to be hesitating a little, as if he needed more guidance, when Hao knew he probably didn't need it. But Hao enjoyed the idea of it, anyway; he reached down between his legs and pressed the head right where he needed it. “There,” he whispered. “Do it there.”

Hanbin shuddered once as he pushed in. The first thrust wasn’t fast or rough but immediately deep. His cock slid in with such an ease, the wet between them easing the way, and Hao moaned outright, legs and arms looping around Hanbin’s figure. Then, Hanbin began to fuck him steadily, hips snapping forward and dragging back only to drive deeper again. Hao met each thrust with a twist of his hips, breath catching every time Hanbin angled just right and hit the very sweet place inside.

He was doing fine now. A little wrecked, for sure. His hips bucking hard and lips bitten red from the effort of keeping still, but none of the two beating his face. How he tensed at the jaw and pink at the cheeks. But that was fine. That was in Hao's intention. Hanbin was fine in the kind of teeth-gritted and stubborn fine. He was fine, accounting for how he was fucking him rough but not quite losing it yet, but Hao could feel it building, each thrust scraping it, and he was holding on to it, he was holding on to it just fine, mouth open to spit just another snarky remark, something about how Hanbin was going to fall apart, but then—

Then his scent bloomed, spiking in the room, and his slick released in a hot rush, soaking everything, and his whole body locked down in a snap. It hit him that he’d just crashed into his heat. Something broke low in his gut, and the pressure behind his navel spilled out in a rush, flooding his bloodstream and thoughts. Slick poured down the insides of his thighs in thick, quick, hot waves. His skin fevered and flushed. His every nerve ending lighted up. He could not fight the nature to seize around the cock inside him, clenching like it couldn’t get him deep enough, couldn’t get him full enough.

“Ah— ah— fuck,” Hao gasped, voice pitching high and head tipping back. His thighs spasmed uncontrollably and he could feel it leaking out around where Hanbin was buried in him, drenching them both in his bodily fluid. Worse than that was the scent, his own scent, that came with it all at once. 

Hao had always known his scent wasn’t exactly typical, but it had always been close enough to the like of other omegas to pass. Sweet, enough for people mistaking him for docile and delicate, but also a little bitter as a twist. But that had only ever been when he controlled it, when he let it out in curated doses like perfume dabbed at the wrist. Now, as the heat turned the pale prettiness inside out, it had become only and very sweet. 

Hanbin froze just for a few seconds. Hao's slick was still beading his cock in shining threads, still coming, but it was Hao’s scent that seemed to trigger something in him. His pupils dilated, and his chest rose and fell as he breathed in the scent. It should’ve repelled him, the overripe sweetness. It, however, appeared to wreck him instead. Perhaps because he also knew that this version of Hao wasn’t coy or curated. It wasn’t what Hao meant to give, but what his body gave anyway.

But that lasted for only a brief moment. He rushedly brushed back Hao's damp strands from his forehead and pressing his palm there. He repeated the motion a few times; the act made Hao look straight at Hanbin's eyes, and suddenly all he could see was concern in them.

“Shit,” Hanbin murmured, bracing his palm against Hao’s side to steady him. “Hey, look at me. This might be your heat. We can stop. Just breathe, alright? I'll help you through it.”

It came out instinctively, of course, to someone who was trained in heat first aid, and probably managed it on the daily. Hao could tell it wasn’t, in any way, a fake worry. He could tell that Hanbin was very good at it, that he must’ve walked many omegas through this exact moment before, but Hao had also learned that Hanbin wasn’t just someone competent. He was attentive and considerate, but worst of all, conventionally kind. And there was the problem. Hao knew for a fact that he didn’t want kindness at all. He wanted to rip it off Hanbin like the tearing of a skin from a wound that refused to scab.

The other thing was Hao knew he must’ve looked so furious right now; it wasn’t that Hanbin had done anything wrong, but because he hadn't done it. Because Hao was unsated and wild, and all that gentleness felt like a hand pressed over his mouth when all he wanted was to scream. “Don’t— don’t be soft to me,” he slurred. “Say something f-fucked. I can’t— I need it.”

Hanbin blinked. “What?”

“I said—” Hao bit down on a moan. “Be mean. Say it like I’m just a hole. Do it.”

“I—” Hanbin started, but the word died on his tongue as soon as his gaze dropped to the mess pooling in the folds. The bob in Hanbin’s throat was visible enough from how hard he swallowed, and when his voice returned, it cracked low and hoarse with something he couldn’t quite rein in.

“You really want… that?”

“Hanbin,” Hao said. The heat was already exasperating enough, but he swore if Hanbin didn't immediately do anything— “I’m telling you to.”

That was all it took. Hanbin gave in, finally, to the collapse of restraint that had already been fraying too long. He exhaled, just once, and then leaned in. The movement was rather sudden and lacked confidence, like someone testing the edge of a knife, unsure whether it would cut until it already had.

“God,” he muttered, dragging his cock against Hao’s swollen entrance. Strands of slick—a sheer abundance of it—clung onto the head messily, insistently, from just how soaked Hao was. Something in Hanbin flickered, seen through the eyes, like he tasted something holy or profane on his tongue and swallowed it down without deciding which. He found a foothold in the moment, whether it was in Hao’s surrender or his own, it hardly mattered; either way, it led back to the same thing which was the remaining self once his walls had been torn down, and Hao’s own would come next by his hands. 

“Look at you,” Hanbin said. “You’re fucking dripping, Hao. You really are just a hole.”

The noise that spilled from Hao was too high-pitched for what he was. However, it was as if coming from something that should’ve been him, but he wasn’t exactly one. It cracked through the air like a sweet girl’s sob. 

Hanbin's gaze snapped up, locked on Hao’s face, as if trying to make sense of what he’d just heard and how that noise had come from him. “Oh,” he breathed, eyes fixed on Hao’s face and unblinking. “You like that?”

“Fuck— yes, I do. Yes, more—”

He gave it to Hao once more.

“Yes, Hanbin. Ah!"

“Feels like it,” he murmured. His hand braced on Hao’s thigh as he pulled out slowly that Hao’s cunt gaped clenching and pink when easing the way, and then drove in again in a slap against Hao's butt cheeks. “You’re soaking… holy shit. You smell—”

Hanbin slammed inside him harder, dragging the mess out within rhythmic waves. His hand slipped down to Hao’s belly where he was caressing the tummy playfully before pressing his palm flat. There, the bulge rose, pushing out just under Hao’s navel. “Thought you’d have more to say with my cock right here. ”

“I was— shit, I was gonna but—” Hao gasped. Another perfect thrust Hanbin just gave. “Hanbin, deeper, there—”

“You said it wasn’t your heat yet.” Hanbin grabbed him by the jaw, forcing Hao to look at him. “Liar.”

“I didn’t—” Hao’s hands scrabbled weakly at Hanbin’s wrists, as if he could push him off — as if he wanted to push him off at all — but his nails only curled against Hanbin's skin like they didn’t know what they were meant to do. “—m-mean to— Ah!”

Hanbin shoved his legs higher, using the advantage to shove his cock so deep that Hao saw white. “You were so sharp earlier. It’s such a shame my cock’s making you stupid.”

Hao moaned so hard it could pass as a sob. They were just fragments of sound, strings of broken vowels: ah, a-ah, ngh, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, and still Hanbin kept going, hard and fast and merciless, until Hao was arching up off the couch, shaking apart with every thrust. His scent spilled everywhere; clinging to every surface touched and floating in the air.

“Hh— doesn’t matter," Hao hissed, no longer having any care. “Mph, Hanbin…”

“Is this it?” Hanbin challenged, breath hot against Hao’s ear before he bit down. “Your heat finally crashing through that bratty little mouth of yours?”

“Y-you— ah, fuck you,” Hao sobbed, his thighs trembling so badly that his muscles just gave out if he attempted to move. Hanbin only laughed. He let go of Hao’s thigh to wrap a hand around the back of his neck instead, pulling him forward into a half-sit, fucking up into him from below. The change in angle made Hao cry out, legs jolting violently as Hanbin thudded into the deepest part of him like he was trying to hammer through bone.

“Yeah?” Hanbin panted, dragging him down as hard as he could. “I’m fucking you.”

“Mmph— ah, Hanbin! P-please, please—”

“Oh, now you’re saying please.”

Using a palm, he cupped the soft swell of Hao’s ass, drawing a cry from the man below him. His cunt clumped down so hard from the chain reaction and it forced out a grunt from Hanbin. More slick splashed at the base of his cock making the slaps more piercing. It all reverberated in the squeeze of Hao’s hole.

“Should’ve known,” Hanbin rasped. “You just needed to be bred stupid to behave.”

“Then just fucking do it!” Hao gasped, hips pushing back frantically and with ache. “Don’t talk any more— ngh— Just fuck me —”

Hanbin grunted above him, hand sliding down between them, fingers slick with everything as he thumbed roughly over Hao’s clit, once, twice, and Hao jerked beneath him with a strangled moan.

“There,” Hanbin growled atop him. “Right there. That’s the sound I wanted.”

“F-fuck, Hanbin. I’m gonna— I can’t— ah—”

“You’re gonna come?” Hanbin’s voice was wrecked and deceptively mean, ragged and right at his ear. 

Hao’s whole body seized and spasmed, cunt clenching down around Hanbin’s cock in violent, pulsing waves, sobbing. “I’m— I’m— fuck, please!”

Hanbin didn’t seem anywhere near stopping. If anything, he was sinking deeper into it. “That’s it,” he rasped, breath searing against Hao’s temple. “So fucking wet for me. You hear that?”

Hao choked on a series of sobs, unable to say more. His hands clawed at the bedding, scrabbling for purchase, but everything felt too much, like the world had just compressed into the narrow frame of his pelvis and seeped into every one of its marrows. For a while, there had been no other way to describe it but so much of whatever sounds just spilled from his lips.

“Argh…" Hanbin bit down a groan. "I’m sorry, Hao. I have to—” He was cut off by the stutter of his own hips.

Then, it broke. Hanbin’s pheromones loosed all at once. It was coating the back of Hao’s throat and stinging behind his eyes. Hao's own scent spiked in response until what felt like steam leaking from his pores. Hao couldn’t hold back. The pressure curling hot in his belly had dragged down his conscience with it.

“Hanbin. Hanbin, I— ah, fuck, wait—”

It hit him at once. Hanbin’s scent — pine sap and smoke — overtook him. Suddenly, Hanbin was everywhere, inside him and around him, even as his vision almost gave out, blotted out by white. His body felt flayed open from within, like a mangosteen yielding wetly to someone’s hand. His cunt throbbed with pressure, so much of it he felt ready to split.

Fuck, Hao knew where this headed to. He was on the verge of squirting.

One brutal thrust and Hanbin grounded in. His cock dragged hard over the place that made Hao's legs kick frantically. A hysterical cry tore loose from his throat as watery fluids spilled from him in a sudden, uncontainable purge. Wetness streamed down the insides of his thighs, and soaked into the fabric of the couch beneath them.

“A-ah! F-fuck!” Hao gasped, voice cracking under the wave of sensation that followed. His cunt clenched so violently it almost pushed Hanbin out, then sucked him back in, fluttering around him as another round of gush followed the first, harder than the one before.

Hanbin groaned, attuned with the sight he noticed just now. “You’re squirting— fuck, Hao, you’re—”

“Hah—” Hao sobbed, body thrashing under Hanbin in helpless spasms as he rode out the overwhelming high. His hands scrabbled at the cushions and Hanbin and any solid he could anchor himself to; but nothing really did help. One second he felt he was weightless, and the next he was heavy. Then another pulse hit, and he broke against it, crying out as the aftershock ripped through him.

“You’re— you’re not even conscious anymore, are you?”

Hao was. Even if barely. Heat-drunk and glazed over, yes, but aware enough to nod, to push back against him, to beg even with his spent body and everything below his waist feeling molten. His thighs hung limp, his cunt fluttering open and clenching closed, leaking and pulsing and trying to draw out every drop of Hanbin until there was nothing left to give.

“Hh—I—” Hao gasped, and then another wave of collapse came. One of too many to count, soaked them both. “Breed me, Hanbin. Fuck. Fill me— make it take—”

“You want it to take?” Hanbin’s breath heaved across the side of Hao’s neck.

“Ngh— yes, knot me, Hanbin,” Hao choked, past caring and thoughts. But his instinct knew he needed to be filled and sated. “Knot me, alpha.”

That word landed like a strike. Hanbin flinched and Hao felt it in the tremor of his hips and the breath he held against his neck. For a heartbeat, everything stalled; Hanbin’s weight hovering above him, cock sheathed deep but unmoving. He was thinking. Hanbin still had the decency to hold back, to consider him, even now, even like this, when Hao was already torn open and pleading. Hao could’ve screamed right now.

“No, Hanbin,” he gasped, body twitching, clenching hard enough to convince him. “Don’t stop. Don’t fucking think, just— do it. ”

There was something unreadable in Hanbin’s face when he lifted his head. His eyes dark and lips parted, like he’d just been asked to sin without the consequences of one and wasn’t sure if he was meant to want it. But like all temptations, it was irresistible at heart. Hanbin drove in with a snarl, both hands clamped down hard enough to bruise on Hao’s waist, forcing him down until he bottomed out, and then pushed deeper. Hao felt the knot beginning to swell inside him, forcing his cunt wide open, threatening to tear with the stretch.

“Fuck— 's too big—” Hao choked out. 

That would have done something to one’s ego — Hao’s, certainly, had the roles been reversed. Hanbin, however, didn’t smirk or gloat. He stilled for a moment as if he was scared of what softness might do if he let it out, knowing full well that all Hao wanted now was for him to be anything but gentle.

Eventually, it wore off. “You can take it,” Hanbin gritted, grinding through his teeth as the knot pushed past the tightest part of Hao’s cunt with a wet pop. “You’re going to take it. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Hao screamed when the knot finally locked. His cunt sealed around the knot, fluttering as another gush of slick poured out of him involuntarily. The stretch was unbearable in its thoroughness, and yet somehow still not quite enough. He was short of breath, barely clinging to conscience from how hard his body was twitching around the fullness, but still he found a breath to beg brokenly.

“Fill me— fuck— Hanbin, knot me, knot me, knot me—”

Hanbin’s hips stuttered, a full-body shudder wracking through him, and then he came, the knot locking him tight to the hole. The spurts kept coming one after another, and with every one, another cry tore from Hao's throat. His body jolted around it, his cunt trying to seal all of it. Above him, Hanbin collapsed forward with a ragged groan.

“Fuck,” he cursed. His knot hadn’t yet softened even as the worst of his orgasm had passed, leaving out weaker spasms. “You’re gonna take every drop. You want this to take, right?”

Hao barely managed a nod, cheeks mashed wet against the armrest with eyes glazed and mouth slack. His body was as if all his nerves were misfiring. He felt obliterated, gutted, turned inside out, and undone in every describable and indescribable sense. Strangely, his cunt seemed to possess a will on its own, clenching again and again even in a mindless aftershock. As for the rest of himself, he didn’t move, couldn't. He was too overdrawn and drenched with Hanbin’s spend, knotted and bred and finally full.

They barely stirred in the aftermath, except for that every so often, Hanbin’s knot gave a residual throb. Whenever he shifted, even just the subtlest flex of a thigh, his cock would twitch, drawing just another whimper from Hao’s throat. At one point, Hanbin groaned low as a second release — much less violent than the first but no less filling — gushed out. The knot throbbed once, sluggishly, then again, and then, at last, began to soften. Their breathing began to even out as they rode out the last of the remaining spasms until all that remained was silence.

What came after was Hao's doing. He clenched once around Hanbin’s softening cock. Hanbin didn't react at first. So Hao did it again and again until he noticed.

“You’re insatiable,” Hanbin grunted.

Hao turned his head just slightly. “You’re one to talk,” he spat back, still grinding down. “You’re the one who rammed me.”

Hanbin tried to move, to press him flat again, but Hao was already bracing his palms against the couch, pushing himself up. Hao’s strength hadn’t come back all at once, but he’d known better now to ride this one out.

“Wha—” Hanbin started, only for the words to break. Still sheathed and joined inside, Hanbin landed on the couch, now staring up at the ceiling as Hao slowly sank back onto him. Hao moaned low, the cock nudging up into him from beneath, and Hanbin gave a ragged, helpless noise.

“Fuck, Hao—”

“Shh,” Hao murmured, looking down at him now, skin flushed and eyes fevered in the dim light. His fingers skimmed Hanbin’s chest, over the chest tattoo he’d touched before, now gleaming with his sheen of sweat, giving an illusion as if the ink was still wet. “I’m not done yet,” he whispered, rolling his hips once more. “You knotted me, Hanbin. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get to have my own fun." He leaned down, mouth brushing against Hanbin’s in a near-kiss, teasing. “Tsk. Look at you. Still think you’re in charge?”

Hanbin only stuttered beneath him, looking wonderfully soft from above. It made Hao’s teeth ache.

“That’s what I thought,” he planted a kiss on his left cheek instead. 

Hao rocked down and used Hanbin's length inside like it was his own thing, fucking himself on it as he pleased. Hao only grinned every time he shoved himself down, realizing that Hanbin did nothing to stop him. Below him, Hanbin was a sight. Sweat beaded at his hairline and spilled down the hollow of his throat. His chest, half-bared beneath where the shirt had come loose, rose and fell in motion. His mouth was left open from moaning.

Hanbin was as if no one had ever taught him how to take before. From just today alone, Hao could already tell he had the charm of a man whose life was spent with giving and more giving. That made him beautiful, yes, unbearably so. But it wasn’t for the fact that Hanbin was kind that Hao found himself attracted to; it was rather for everything that made Hanbin soft, Hao wanted to sink his teeth in them; to press his own want against it until Hanbin finally started wanting back. He wanted to teach him hunger. He wanted to make him need. He wanted to drag desire out of him until it belonged to Hanbin alone.

“Too much?” Hao asked sweetly, though the sweetness had a maw, and it bit on the shell of Hanbin’s ear. “Thought you said you could handle it.”

Hanbin’s only response was a groan. His eyes turned shut, brows furrowed as Hao went down on him harder. He only took notice of Hanbin's beautiful long brows just now. He kept going on it just to see how they would flutter with each thrust until Hanbin's body gave a jolt as he came again. Hao leaned in and kissed his jaw, tasting sweat.

“I hope that one wasn’t just for me,” Hao said. “Did it feel good, Hanbin?”

Hanbin’s cock twitched in response.

“Oh?”

Hanbin couldn’t help but let out a broken whimper. 

“God, you’re pathetic,” Hao purred as he rocked down again. “You really want to go again already, hmm?” he crooned. 

Whatever thought Hanbin might’ve formed never quite made it to his mouth. It just came as the parting of lips and then nothing.

“I mean, I can still ride you through another one,” Hao whispered, licking a stripe up Hanbin’s neck. “You’d let me, right? You’d just lie there and take it.” He nipped at the skin. “You didn’t think I’d go soft on you, did you?”

Finally, Hanbin’s voice returned. “Not at all.”

“Good. And don’t take this as my disrespect,” Hao murmured, hands playing with the last remaining undone buttons on Hanbin’s shirt. “But sometimes you ought to learn from the young.”

Hanbin’s hands only moved awkwardly on Hao’s thighs. He seemed to be lost on what to do with them. Even if he wanted to slow Hao down, he seemed like he couldn’t bring himself to do anything about it. 

“You shouldn’t be discouraged, doc,” Hao taunted, leaning forward until their foreheads touched. “You’re the one making me come so hard I squirted after all.”

He rocked against him hard again, knowing he could will it back to life just by being cruel. It worked. Hanbin moaned and started thrusting upward. Hao breathed through his teeth, gleeful. His eyes flicked down to watch what he was doing, how deep he sat and how far gone Hanbin already looked. He adjusted the angle, and did it all over again, and again. He wasn’t really chasing his own pleasure this time around; he was after Hanbin's.

“Does it hurt?” he cooed there. “Don’t you want to knot me again?”

“Don’t—” 

“Oh, don’t?” Hao echoed, drawing the syllables out with a mock pout, his eyes wide in false innocence, puppyish and indulgent, just before he slammed his hips down fast, dragging a sudden cry from both their throats as that maddening spark lit again deep inside. “Why not? Isn’t that what you told me earlier? That I needed to be bred stupid?”

Hanbin’s whole body went too still. Only his chest heaved in shallow breathing. His hands remained a fist and his mouth stayed open, and then one tear broke free.

“Shh, easy there,” Hao’s voice went soft as he brushed the tear away with his palm. Then the hand went lower, caressing past the cheeks. With another hand, it angled Hanbin’s jaw upward, his eyes meeting Hao's before he gave Hao a small nod.

And so Hao kissed him, pressing their mouth together for the first time. The kiss was soft and tender. There wasn't any grind of teeth or a smirk waiting beneath, only the kiss itself. Their lips fit without effort, but there was a tremor passing through Hanbin, as if his whole body couldn’t quite comprehend the sudden tenderness. His mouth made out a small, wrecked sound when they parted.

“You can give me another,” Hao whispered. “You will.”

He sat back only far enough to see Hanbin properly, and with his hands, he pulled his shirt up and off, discarding the fabric completely. The skin beneath was damp and heaving as Hao laid his palm flat to his sternum. His thumb brushed over one nipple, then rolled it between two fingers until Hanbin gasped, the sound desperate and high-pitched, back arching under him. 

“Sensitive?” Hao purred, leaning close to speak directly into Hanbin’s ear. “Thought so.”

Hao lifted his fingers and trailed them over Hanbin’s mouth, and his lips parted on their own. It was as if his plain, thoughtless need had occurred in the moment, and for a second, Hao paused to admire the older man. He smiled faintly, then slid two fingers in, slow. “Go on,” he said. “Suck.”

Hanbin’s mouth closed around him achingly, his mouth greedy and gentle at once. His tongue was soft, working on his finger with less performance and more soothing the animal inside him. It was the most honest thing he had seen all night. He withdrew his finger carefully and roamed Hanbin’s chest before pinching a nipple between his fingers. What came out from Hanbin’s mouth was weak.

“H-Hao…” His name came out in a soft gasp. "S-so good..."

Hao moaned just as softly in response, still working his fingers over the sensitive peak. “Good? You like it when your nipple's touched, hm? What about this?”

Hao lowered his head and began lapping the bud with his tongue. Hanbin choked on a gasp, squirming and thrusting up a few more before another knot swelled inside, locking them both again. Hao then collapsed forward, too spent to hold himself upright, tucking his face into the crook of Hanbin’s neck and his arms around Hanbin's shoulders as their bodies locked around the knot within. He felt ruined, utterly stuffed, sore, and throbbing. Beneath him, Hanbin was throbbing all the same. His face burrowed into the slope of Hao’s shoulder, sniffing.

“Just stay,” Hao murmured softly. “We’ll wait for it to ease.”

So they waited in silence. When the knot finally shrank and slipped free, the worst of their tremors had passed, but neither of them spoke first.

It was Hao who finally broke the quiet. “Tell me,” he said, turning his head slightly. "Is this how you expected the appointment to end?”

Hanbin huffed a rueful laugh. “Like I said,” he murmured, “I was supposed to deliver a sample assigned for you, but I didn’t anyway.” He paused, the admission snagging in his throat. Beneath Hao’s fingertips, something jolted. An arm, a thigh; it didn’t matter. Wherever Hanbin’s guilt chose to surface, Hao didn’t let go. He only tightened his hold, unwilling to let Hanbin retreat into it.

“But I wasn’t expecting this to happen. Not like...”

“Not knotted some omega in heat in his living room?” Hao said, smiling faintly. “Too bad, doctor. You did a pretty thorough job for a person who claimed otherwise.”

At that, Hanbin laughed, free and self-effacing, the sound raw like it scraped something on its way out. He pressed a hand to Hao’s waist, thumb brushing instinctively over the curve of his hipbone, grounding himself.

“You weren’t supposed to be...” Hanbin began, but hesitated again. Then, more softly, he reworded the sequence, “You weren’t in heat when I got here. Or were you that deceitful?”

“I told you I was ovulating,” Hao said in defense. “You just fucked it into a full crash. Guess you were pretty effective.”

Hanbin’s face went crimson. He shifted minutely, but it was enough to suggest that he meant to pull back. Hao moved quickly, halting him in place. He winced from the move, a low noise slipping past his lips that made Hanbin stay still.

“You’re still...?”

“Sore, yes,” Hao admitted, and it wasn’t a complaint. His body ached from the sheer repetition of being fucked through and through, and his limbs felt heavy but tender in strange places. But none of it made him want any distance. “You can stay, if you want.”

Hanbin looked at him sidelong. “You mean… for another round?”

“Yeah. That,” Hao said teasingly. A blush creeped up on his cheeks as he went on, “But also… I mean it for whatever comes next. I’m not doing this with anyone else. I don’t want to.” A pause. “I think.”

—

The gel was cold. Hao flinched as it spread low across his belly. Then the ultrasound wand moved in slow circles, guided by a gloved hand. The monitor beside him showed a grainy pulse of movement flickering on the screen.

“There.” A murmur. “Heartbeat’s good. Strong. You’re about… twenty-two weeks.”

Hao didn’t give a response. He wasn’t even looking at the monitor at all. His eyes were on the doctor the whole time. He didn't need to worry about what the result turned out because the professional would take an excellent care of their baby.

Professional much, doctor? This was what this had since long supposed to be. Professional. But if that were true, then it would have never been anything at all. Somewhere between the appointment and the afters, the threshold had melted and then disappeared for good. Because somewhere between them, Hao had been showing up to the clinic, always the last one scheduled for pregnancy check-ups with Dr. Sung Hanbin.

“You’re still with me?” Hanbin asked quietly.

“Mhm.” 

Hao’s belly was round now, soft and obvious peeking between the open front of the gown. They had made sure it would take after all.

“Do you want to hear the doctor’s version or the Hanbin’s version?” Hanbin followed up.

Hao huffed. “What’s the difference?”

“The doctor's version says the pregnancy’s progressing perfectly. Placenta’s healthy. Growth’s on track. No sign of complications.”

“And the Hanbin’s version?” 

“The Hanbin’s version,” Hanbin murmured, voice softer now. "I can’t stop thinking about how it’s our baby." His hand settled again on Hao's bare stomach, this time ungloved and warm. And then, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against the bump.

“Hanbin...”

“Mm?” Hanbin didn’t lift his head right away. His voice was muffled. 

Hao glanced down. “Close the blinds.”

Hanbin blinked, lifting his head at last. “What?”

“You heard me,” Hao said, dragging the thin cotton gown higher with one hand. “Close the blinds.”

Hanbin rose up and crossed the room to draw them shut. When he turned back around, Hao was already sitting up on the table. He tried removing the gown on his own, but he struggled with it.

“Careful,” Hanbin said, striding back. “You're— we're not supposed to—”

“Oh, come on. I’m fine.” Hao rolled his eyes, abandoning the stubborn ties of the medical gown to wrap his hand around Hanbin’s wrist instead. “Our baby and I are not that fragile."

“Seriously, Hao?” Hanbin chided, but he only moved closer, his thighs pressing against the edge of the examination table. “You want to have sex here? Now?”

“As if we didn’t do it any time I visited,” Hao hummed, pulling Hanbin even closer by his belt. “There’s a reason you always schedule me as the last patient of the day.”

“But—”

He dragged Hanbin down by the lapels, silencing him with a kiss. Hanbin fell forward as Hao dragged him down, though his hands instinctively caught Hao’s hips to steady him before his back hit the table. “Do you think the baby secretly likes getting jostled like this?” 

Hanbin laughed, sliding under the gown to cup Hao’s bare hips. “I think the baby’s already doomed. Her mother can’t keep his hands off her father even at work.”

“Oh, shut up,” Hao scoffed, slightly offended. “It’s not like you didn’t earn a national insurance bonus from my visit.”

Hao spread himself wider, wrapping his legs around Hanbin’s waist. When Hanbin’s cock strained against the fabric through the press of their bodies, Hao whined under his breath. “You’re hard.”

“Gee, I wonder why.” Hanbin groaned, leaning down to capture Hao’s lips in a bruising kiss. The zip fly of his pants he dragged down clumsily. He lowered his hips, and once their bodies aligned, it was easy for him to slip into place.

Hao sucked in a breath as Hanbin pushed in slowly, trying to be gentle, while he took Hanbin in one give, adept from the many months of doing exactly this.

“F-fuck,” Hanbin hissed through his teeth, barely rocking his hips. “You feel…”

Hao clutched at Hanbin’s coat lapels. “Slowly.”

Hanbin complied. Each press he gave was shallow, but still managed to hit the sweet spot in Hao’s belly. Hao only hoped it wasn’t their baby. He gasped when Hanbin shifted once, burying himself deeper.

“Hanbin—”

“Shh,” Hanbin hushed him softly, pressing a kiss to his jaw to keep him quiet.

Hao breathed, mouth brushing the edge of Hanbin’s jaw. “Our baby—”

“Lay back down on your side. It’s better for you and the baby,” Hanbin murmured, carefully sliding the pillow right beneath Hao’s side. As he settled Hao safely, he drove his hips forward one last time, pinning him in place. “Come for me, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

Somehow that was what pushed him over the edge, the words just as tender as how they were spoken. Hao came with no more than a muted wail against Hanbin’s shoulder. He closed his eyes, shuddering through his peak.

Hanbin kissed his cheek gently. “Still with me?” he whispered, one hand smoothing down Hao’s thigh. 

Hao only nodded, too spent to speak. The six-month pregnancy made him exhausted after a single climax. A kiss was planted on his face again; Hanbin gave it just below his eye this time, then shifted back and drew out slowly. Hao winced from the withdrawal and at the loss, aching around emptiness. 

His vision hadn’t cleared yet, but he could hear Hanbin’s ragged breathing right above him and the subtlety of his hand working for a few strokes, right before his hot release spilled across Hao’s belly.

“How was today’s check-up, Hao-ssi? Is there any more symptom or discomfort you would like to report to your physician?” Hanbin asked, a sheepish smile tucked the corners of his mouth. He scrambled for the tissue from the tray near the monitor. “I’ll clean you up then show you the scan.”