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Jeonghan sighs, turning over for the umpteenth time. Try as he might, he just can't seem to fall asleep.
His second trimester has begun recently, probably only a week or so in now, and the change in hormones has certainly been something . Not that he’s complaining, exactly. He has more energy than in the past few months combined, the morning sickness seems to have at least somewhat subsided, and best of all, Seventeen’s promotions are through, officially his and Seungcheol’s personal hiatuses. He loves being an idol, really has the passion for it and adores his fans, but the past month or two were brutal , trying to perform while hiding a pregnancy not only to those closest to him but the whole world. Now he’s able to stay home, rest when needed, nest as he pleases, and work on creative projects without a pending deadline looming over him. The only deadline he has to worry about now is the one in six and a half months.
But with the new influx of hormones and the sudden, boundless energy, he and Seungcheol have been going at it. A lot. In every room of the house. During all hours of the day. He's, admittedly, become rather insatiable, almost like a heat but... Not exactly. More coherent and less stressful, less achy .
And tonight is no different.
Unfortunately for him, Seungcheol is dead asleep. He's been asleep for hours now, all while Jeonghan has tossed and turned, unable to catch even a moment's shut-eye. It’s no secret that the alpha slept like the dead - though he'd deny it whenever asked - so he is able to rest, peace etched across his features from where he’s laid beside him. Jeonghan, on the other hand, can not relate.
He can't blame Cheol, though. The alpha’s been busy at the company, helping Jihoon out in the studio with demos for the next comeback months from now, because, sure, he’s officially on break, as well, but a leader's job – both as a group leader and a pack leader – is never truly done. It's something Jeonghan loves about him, his passion and ambition and paternal nature. He cares deeply about those around him and takes his leadership role very seriously, even a decade after debuting, like a true alpha should. It's the same reason Jeonghan knows he’s going to be a great father, and he does his best to tell him that as often as he can.
But the baby isn't here yet, and the only person who needs Seungcheol’s tender love and care right now is Jeonghan. He huffs to himself and rolls back over till he is facing the sleeping alpha.
"Cheol," he whispers, gently at first, reaching out to comb his fingers through his hair. He slides his palm down to cup his mate's jaw. No reaction. "Seungcheol," he speaks a little louder, nudging his shoulder and scooting closer to him. Seungcheol scrunches his nose up, furrows his brows in his sleep, but doesn't otherwise stir. Jeonghan frowns. "Hey." He roughly shakes him until Seungcheol rolls onto his back, and he slides onto his lap, thighs straddling his hips. "Hey. Wake up, Big Alpha," he demands, watching intently as Cheol slowly squints his eyes open.
"What—" He yawns, bringing a hand up to rub the sleep from his eyes. "What time is it?" He asks, reaching out to rest his hands on Jeonghan's hips, staring sleepily up at the omega peering down at him. He clears his throat. "What're you doing awake, Angel?" His voice is all gravelly deep from lack of use, and it does absolutely nothing to cool the heat simmering in the pit of Jeonghan's stomach. His gut squeezes, tummy flip-flopping at the sound of his mate’s voice. He chews at his bottom lip.
"I need something," he tells him simply, splaying his hands against Seungcheol's bare chest, feeling the muscles ripple and contact under his touch. Cheol takes one hand from his waist to intertwine their fingers.
"What is it? Are you having another craving?" Cheol asks, sitting up, and suddenly they are chest to chest. Jeonghan sucks in a breath, and Seungcheol presses a gentle kiss to his lips. "Just tell me what it is, and I'll go get it for you, Baby."
"I, um.." Jeonghan swallows. It’s hard to be sexy when the alpha is so damn sweet with him . He squeezes Cheol's hand, slowly dragging it down, in between their bodies. "I am craving something , just— It's not food..."
"Oh."
Jeonghan presses Seungcheol's palm between his legs so he can feel the way he is damp even through his night shorts. He watches the way Cheol's eyes widen in the darkness of the room, how he suddenly looks much more awake as opposed to moments before, his scent deepening into something richer, warmer, with that kick of java that is sharp and spicy and always driving Jeonghan crazy.
" Oh ," Seungcheol repeats, lips curling up into a grin as the shock wears off, and he presses another kiss to Jeonghan's lips, to his jaw. "Not food?" He asks teasingly, finger stroking over Jeonghan's slick folds through the thin fabric, making him whimper.
He shakes his head, eyes fluttering shut as Cheol dips his head down to nose at the length of his neck. "Not food." His words come out all shaky, and he rolls his hips down against Cheol's hand.
"You're so wet, Angel," Seungcheol murmurs against the crook of his neck. "We haven't even done anything yet."
"That's - ah, s'exactly why I am," he responds, voice bordering on a whine, and Seungcheol's other hand tightens against his hip. "Pl-Please, Alpha , I need you." His mate's scent spikes again, and Jeonghan feels teeth nip at his shoulder before Cheol is tugging roughly at his sleep shorts, peeling them away from his wet cunt and down his legs to toss them to the floor beside the bed.
Then their lips connect in a heated kiss. Jeonghan gasps into Seungcheol's mouth as the alpha slides a hand back between his thighs, one finger, then another, pressing into him with practiced ease. Cheol takes full advantage of his parted lips, licking into his mouth as if he was just that desperate for the taste of him on his tongue. He works him open, twisting and curling his fingers inside of him until Jeonghan is nothing but a shaky, whiny mess in his arms, pleading for his mate to hurry up and fuck him.
"Seungcheol, please, c'mon, I'm ready, I swear!" Jeonghan babbles, bracing his hands against his alpha's shoulders, rocking his hips down against his fingers to meet his mate’s every thrust.
His face is already all flushed and his hair, long and messy as he’s let it grow out through his hiatus, is beginning to stick to his forehead from perspiration, and Cheol uses his other hand to wrap around Jeonghan's pretty little cock. Hannie cries out at the stimulation, gripping onto him, and Seungcheol can feel him clench down around his knuckles. His hips are trembling, thighs tightening on either side of Cheol's hips as he fists his cock, curling his fingers inside him.
"Ch-Cheol—Alpha, I—"
"Shh, I know, I've got you," Seungcheol is quick to respond, peppering his face with kisses as Jeonghan comes undone with a shattered whine, spurts of milky white painting his tummy.
Cheol carefully pulls his fingers out of him and lets go of his length. He brings both hands up to his lips to lick them clean as Jeonghan watches with dark, half-lidded eyes, the omega still catching his breath.
"Feel good?" Cheol asks, reaching over for a tissue from the bedside table.
Jeonghan silently nods, chest still rising and falling rapidly under his cropped sweater. Since he'd gotten pregnant, he's grown a bit insecure about his chest. It’s just too much change too quickly, his pecs having become swollen and achy, sensitive from the changes in hormones, and now more accurately represent small breasts. Which makes logical sense – he's already been considering whether to breastfeed or just use formula – but he wasn't expecting that change so early on or so drastically . For that reason, he’s been keeping a top on, even when he and Seungcheol are intimate. He’s grateful for how understanding his mate has been about it, too. Ever since Jeonghan had first explained the insecurity, Seungcheol hasn't questioned it, just loving Jeonghan in whatever way he’s most comfortable with.
Cheol carefully wipes Jeonghan's stomach clean with the tissue. "You're gonna have to change into another shirt afterwards," he comments casually as he wipes a bit of remaining cum from the sweater's hem, chuckling as Jeonghan scrunches his face up in disgust. He kisses the scowl off of his lips before scooting back momentarily. The alpha lifts his hips off of the mattress just long enough to kick his own sleep pants down to the end of the bed, before lining himself up with Jeonghan's pretty, wet pussy. "Just like this?" He asks. Jeonghan nods.
The omega lets out a shuddered breath as Seungcheol pushes into him, slow and steady. Cheol groans against his shoulder, hands curling around Jeonghan's waist and easing him down onto him. He takes a deep breath, then another, as he bottoms out, pressing a chaste kiss against Jeonghan's collarbone.
"You feel so good around me, Pretty Baby, so tight and wet, so perfect for me." He rolls his hips up into him until they’re impossibly closer, and Jeonghan keens, squeezing onto his alpha's biceps. Another roll of his hips has Jeonghan's thighs quivering against Cheol's, still so sensitive from his last orgasm. Seungcheol drags him up by his waist until only the tip of his cock is inside of him, before thrusting up roughly as he pulls him down again, the movement punching the air out of Jeonghan's lungs in a harsh gasp.
Seungcheol watches his expressions as he repeats the motion again and again, dragging Jeonghan down onto him as he rolls his hips back up, stuffing himself back into his tight heat over and over again. The omega is already all teary eyed, little sounds of pleasure leaving his parted lips every time their hips meet. He looks gorgeous, absolutely irresistible, and Seungcheol speeds up his movements, if only to watch Jeonghan's eyes screw shut and hear a choked sound bubble up from his throat.
"God, Fuck, just look at you... So fucking pretty. I love the way you let me take you apart like this, like you're just my pretty, little ragdoll," he grunts out, hands tightening against Jeonghan's hips in a way that'll surely leave marks for the poor obstetrician to see in a few days, and Jeonghan babbles out something along the lines of yours, only yours . Seungcheol feels nearly feral watching Jeonghan's wide eyes, blown out with shared lust, blinking again and again like he just can't keep them open with the onslaught of pleasure, no matter how he tries. "You're so perfect for me, just sitting here, just taking it, letting me do all the work 'cause you're so desperate, got that cock-drunk look on your face and everything..." Jeonghan whines out a pitiful Alpha , and Cheol leans down to nip at the length of his throat. "Just couldn't stand it, woke me up in the dead of the night because you're - fuck - you're so damn desperate for my knot." His canines graze the skin nearest Jeonghan's mating mark, and the omega shivers in his arms, scent spiking to the point that even Hannie, himself, can surely taste toasted caramel on the tip of his tongue. "Aren't you, Baby?" Seungcheol asks.
Jeonghan is quick to nod. "Yes, yes, please—" His words break off into a shaky whine. "Pl-Please, I need it!"
Seungcheol thrusts into him hard, with purpose – with well-practiced aim – and Jeonghan lets out something of a breathy moan as his mate hits that special, that little bundle of nerves inside of him, his nails digging into and scraping at Cheol's shoulders, sending a shiver through the alpha at the sharp sting.
Seungcheol thrusts up into him fervently now, careful to aim for his omega's sweet spot head on, repeatedly, and speaks through a near-locked jaw. "'Love when you're like this. Swear, I could fuck you all day." He really is rambling now, voice hoarse and rough as he just keeps tugging Jeonghan off and onto his cock, abusing his sweet spot with each pointed roll of his hips. He can feel the beginnings of his knot swelling at the base, the added girth rubbing against Jeonghan's inner walls with each hard thrust, and it’s starting to get stuck on his entrance with the way Hannie clenches down every time, like he just can't bear to let go of his mate's length for even a moment, can't bear to be empty. "Wanna just keep you knotted up all the time, fill you up to the brim with my seed and make sure it doesn't come spilling out. I'll fuck you so much, knot you everyday so you'll - god - you'll always be with pup. Anytime we go somewhere, people'll see your belly and they'll just know how good I fuck you, and'll know you're mine ."
Jeonghan grabs at his face with both hands, dragging his head up from his neck to press their lips together in a bruising kiss. His hands are shaky, grip tight on him everywhere – his hands, his thighs, his pretty little cunt still clenching down on him with every rock of their hips – and his scent is about as strong as whenever he’s in heat, dizzyingly so. Seungcheol distantly wonders how on Earth he can possibly make it to the company later in the day not smelling like desperate omega – not even scent diffusers could save him now – but he has little care to think about that right now, not when his knot is throbbing with the need to cum, not when his mate is practically vibrating in his lap just from his cock, from how good he’s fucking him. He gives one more hard thrust into him before his knot sticks and he’s spilling his seed into his omega, painting his inner walls white with a low growl.
And if that wasn't enough for his omega, quivering in his arms, he slides one down between their bodies, wrapping his fist back around Jeonghan's cock, pumping him fast and rough just to hear his uncensored cries of pleasure, the way Hannie tries to squirm away from the overstimulation, only to still be speared on alpha cock, squeezing down on his knot, whimpering and whining like a wounded animal.
"Cheol— S-Seungcheolie, Alpha , please!" He sobs as he comes again, burying his face against Cheol's shoulder, his orgasm wracking through him and making his whole body quake. Seungcheol feels wet against his skin, and he isn't entirely sure if it’s tears or drool or both. Jeonghan's breaths still leave his lungs in harsh pants, near wheezes, and he takes one hand away from his grip on his alpha to swat at his hand still wrapped loosely around his cock. "T-Too much, Cheollie... Too much," he slurs, swallowing hard as Seungcheol obediently lets go. He feels his alpha press of a kiss to his scalp and comb his fingers through his hair as he still catches his breath.
"Feel better now?" Cheol asks. Jeonghan huffs out a laugh, balling up his fist to lightly hit his bicep. Seungcheol winces at the weak punch, even if only because his skin is still tender from his lover clawing at him moments before. Jeonghan takes another deep breath.
"If our baby comes out with a dent in their poor little head, I'm blaming you," he mumbles shakily, and Seungcheol snorts, running his hand up and down his clothed spine as the omega shifts in his lap.
"I really don't think that's gonna happen," he laughs. "The doctor gave us the 'okay', anyway, so there shouldn't be any issue.” A pause. “Besides, you’re the one who woke me up for sex," he points out teasingly.
"Oh no," Jeonghan hisses under his breath. Seungcheol blinks.
"Hm?" He asks, pulling Hannie back from his shoulder by the nape of his neck. The omega's cheeks are still all flushed and he’s suddenly looking anywhere but at him, teeth worrying at his bottom lip. "What's wrong, Pretty?" He thumb strokes at his cheek, and Jeonghan gives a nervous laugh.
"I— It's not... Um.." The omega shifts in his lap again, and Seungcheol sucks in a breath at the feeling, the omega’s cunt clamping down on his tender knot where it’s still slowly working to go down. Hannie smooths his palms over his own thighs, reaching up and brushing his hair out of his face as a sort of anxious gesture.
"Baby," Seungcheol starts, somewhere between concerned and gently chiding.
"It's fine, it's fine!" Jeonghan swallows. "It's okay, it's just, how, uh — remind me again how long it usually takes for your knot to go down..."
"Probably half an hour?" Cheol reaches out and takes Jeonghan's hands in his own. "What is it, Love?"
If possible, Jeonghan's beet red face turns a shade darker, and he flattens his lips out into a thin line. "It's... I'm okay, I just..." He makes an embarrassed noise, pulling his hands back to cover his flushed cheeks. “Oh my god, this is so fucking embarrassing," he snivels, voice muffled by his palms.
"Sweetheart, just talk to me," Cheol gently encourages, peeling his hands back again.
Jeonghan huffs, still avoiding eye contact. He shifts again, squirming a bit. Seungcheol does his best not to react to the stimulation around his knot and cock. "I kinda, maybe, sorta, uhm.. Need to..."
"Need to?"
"I kinda need to.. To pee."
"Oh."
Jeonghan takes a deep breath. "It's just – I really should've gone before I woke you up but I wasn't thinking about it at the time, obviously – and it's just, like, the baby's kinda pressing down against my bladder, so it's making me need to go," he rambles as he fiddles with his fingers. Seungcheol presses a kiss to his cheek.
"Shh, Baby, it's okay," he tries to reassure him.
"It's really not, I'm being serious—"
"I know you're being serious."
"I have to pee," Jeonghan whispers to him with a wide, doe-eyed look, tone hushed as if he’s too embarrassed to say it any louder, and he drags out the last syllable with pouted lips. He bounces one of his legs a bit, bracing his palms on either side of his inner thighs like it’s the closest thing he can do to hold himself without getting too close to his still-too-sensitive cock.
"How bad do you have to go?" Cheol asks, patient but also understandably inquisitive, concerned. "Are you gonna be able to wait?"
"Of course?" Jeonghan is quick – perhaps too quick – to reply, though his tone doesn't exactly inspire confidence. He’s rubbing at his legs to try and distract himself, and Seungcheol's eyes follow the movement, watching the goosebumps raise across the omega's pale, unmarked skin. "I mean," Jeonghan’s voice cracks only minutely, "what else can I do?"
It’s such a strange juxtaposition, Seungcheol still deep inside of his wet heat and him desperate in a way that isn't at all related to sex. Cheol is used to seeing Jeonghan like this, all flushed cheeks and whimpery and whiny and sensitive, but that’s from sex . It’s from being aroused and being desperate to cum. It’s never been because Jeonghan was on the verge of pissing himself. And Seungcheol knows Hannie has had a few close calls since he's become pregnant and the baby's been pushing all of his internal organs around to make room for itself, but there’s a huge difference between seeing his mate rush off to the bathroom for the second time in an hour and being inside said mate, being the whole reason Jeonghan can't go relieve himself when he clearly needs to. It sends a strange rush down to the pit of his stomach and he feels himself twitch inside him, knot still throbbing. He swallows, clearing his throat.
"I... I can try to pull out?" He offers, sliding his hands onto his omega's hips, hoping he can solve this problem now before Jeonghan actually can't hold it or, god forbid, Cheol gets hard again from the twisted, perverse idea, alone. He doesn’t exactly want to explain that Jeonghan's desperation is rapidly turning him on.
"For the love of god, don't you dare," Jeonghan bites out quickly through a hiss, grabbing at his hands, eyes wild and panicked. "If you try to pull out now, I guarantee you'll hurt us both. The last thing we need is for you to rip my vagina or somehow manage to tear your own knot—!"
"I don't think it's possible to tear a knot," Seungcheol mumbles distractedly.
"You know what I mean!" Jeonghan fidgets with the hem of his sweater, tugging at it between his fingertips. He’s staring down at his hands as he does so, flexing his thighs, pressing them as tightly against Cheol's hips as he could, and his lips are back to being a thin line.
"I just.." Seungcheol sighs, swallowing down the saliva rapidly pooling up in his mouth. "You clearly have to go.. Bad."
"I'm fine," Jeonghan says stubbornly through gritted teeth.
"Hannie, Baby.."
Jeonghan squeezes his eyes shut, shakes his head, chin turned up toward the ceiling. He grips onto the hem of his poor sweater. As if it wasn't enough that it is now cum stained, it’s no doubt going to be stretched to hell and back with the way things are going. "Please stop talking about it," he whimpers. "Talking about it is only making it worse." His words are punctuated with a tight clench of his pelvic walls, one that causes Seungcheol to buck his hips up against him. It’s a knee jerk reaction because, sure, he’s a mature alpha, but he is also only human . Jeonghan gasps.
" Shit , sorry. Sorry," Cheol quickly apologizes, leaning back against the bed and covering his face with his hands, pressing the heels of his palms to his closed eyes to try and calm himself down. God only knows what time it was, somewhere between midnight and sunrise, he’s sure — point is, it’s the dead of the night; both of them should be asleep by now, and here he is, knotted up and very much getting off on his mate, his omega, the bearer of their unborn child, being desperate to piss. He feels only a bit ridiculous about it but, to his relief, Jeonghan hasn't said a word, not about his scent and certainly not about his hard length pressed up into him.
The issue is quickly becoming the fact that him being very much turned on isn't just his problem. Because Seungcheol – or any alpha, really – still being aroused post-orgasm means his knot likely isn't going down anytime soon because, sure, refractory periods are a thing, but evolutionary and alpha instincts to mate kind of overrule them. Which is the exact opposite of what Jeonghan needs right now. It makes him feel guilty, but there’s another, depraved part of him that just keeps replaying Hannie's words in his mind — talking about it is only making it worse. The more they talk about it, the more desperate his omega will get. And that part of him, that devilish part of him, feels sparks of hot electricity course throughout his whole body at the idea of continuing, of watching what might happen.
He shouldn't, though. He needs to calm himself down, get a hold of himself, and get his knot under control so Jeonghan can go to the bathroom. It’s not a good idea to hold it for a long time, especially for pregnant folks, so just because he has a sadistic thought or two does not mean he should act on it, especially toward his mate who he loves and cares for dearly.
His mate — who is currently rocking back and forth in his lap, right on his cock. Seungcheol swallows hard, clenching his jaw shut. "Baby..." He murmurs through his fingers. He hears Jeonghan whimper and finally pulls his hands away from his face. He slides his palms down till they rest on his omega's thighs, watching the way Jeonghan's face is scrunched up in concentration, trying so hard to stay in control. "I know, Angel," Cheol whispers hoarsely, thumbing at his soft flesh, "I know you have to go."
"It's bad..."
Seungcheol nods, biting down on his bottom lip to suppress a groan at the feeling of Jeonghan rocking forward and backward on him. He understands why, but with Cheol still knotting him, it can hardly be seen as anything other than simple humping. "I know," he belatedly replies. He slowly sits up, but the movement is still enough to pull a moan from both their lips.
"S'all your fault," Jeonghan huffs, "you're the one whose fucking knot's still in me..." If it weren't for the dire – and rather horny – circumstances, Cheol probably would laugh at his sour attitude. He presses a kiss to his pouted lips before slowly trying to lift his mate's hips off of him.
"Ow, stop—!" Jeonghan shrieks indignantly, smacking at his arm before quickly bringing his hands back down to his own groin. "Don't do that, you're still knotted--"
"I know, I was just trying to see if it's gone down enough for you to get up."
"Pretty sure it hasn't!" Jeonghan hisses out through gritted teeth, and Cheol presses an apologetic kiss to his forehead before the omega is leaning his head down against his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," he speaks softly, squeezing at Hannie's hips. The omega is practically bouncing in his lap now, anything to stave off the inevitable. The feeling of Jeonghan clenching around his cock, all but riding his knot, is nearly too much for Seungcheol, and he mutters a quick you're gonna be the death of me under his breath before speaking up. "Look, Baby, I... I know you're not gonna like what I'm about to say--"
"That seems likely."
Cheol blinks. Pregnancy hormones sure are something special. "You're probably not gonna like what I have to say, but it's okay if you can't hold it."
"What are you trying to say?" Hannie's voice is adorably muffled against him, and Cheol has to fight back a fond grin, lips pressing together momentarily.
"I'm just saying, we have a waterproof mattress cover beneath us, I know you're pregnant and these things happen sometimes, and I'm not gonna judge you." Maybe accidentally cum in you again, but definitely not judge... Seungcheol shakes the thought from his mind. "All I'm saying is, if you can't hold it, that's fine."
There is a beat of silence before Jeonghan lifts his head up and stares back at him, looking just as desperate and just as agitated as before. "Are you seriously telling me to piss myself right now?" Seungcheol hesitantly shrugs.
"May.. Be...?"
Jeonghan narrows his eyes at him. "Are you being fucking serious, Seungcheol?" He deadpans.
Cheol stares at him for a moment, stunned. He stares right back, still looking angry. Albeit, like an angry kitten, but angry nonetheless. Once Seungcheol realizes he isn't getting out of this one with words, he chews at his bottom lip before giving one sharp roll of his hips up into Jeonghan, unable to help grinning victoriously at the shocked moan that escapes the omega's lips, watching the furious expression shatter from his face, a look of complete and total desperation taking over his features instead. He can't help but grind up into him again, and Jeonghan squeaks, scrambling to wrap his hands around the base of his cock. Seungcheol feels pinpricks of arousal creep up his spine when he glances down and sees a drop or two of clear liquid beading up at the tip.
"Shut up, shut up," Jeonghan complains, tone defensive and sharp, even though Cheol hasn't said anything yet. He presses a kiss to his omega's jaw.
"Love, it's okay," he says, voice gentle like one would with a wild animal, "I'll clean it up. You won't even have to worry about it. You don't need to keep holding it any longer, though."
Jeonghan stares at him, and that fiery look is back in his eyes. "Choi Seungcheol," he starts, voice purposely measured as if that would hide the desperate shakiness of it, "I am twenty-fucking-nine years old. I am a grown adult. I am with child! I haven't wet myself since I was a toddler—"
Cheol gives a quick shake of his head. "That's not true."
For a moment, it seems almost that Jeonghan is buffering, frozen in shock, before he bites out a I beg your pardon?
"Well," says Cheol with a shrug, "you actually had an accident last year."
"Wh-What?!"
Seungcheol nods, thumbing at his pelvic bone as Jeonghan squirms in his lap. "It was a couple days into your heat last June, at a time where I guess you weren't totally lucid. I'd gotten you to drink some water to make sure you didn't get dehydrated, and you fell asleep. When you woke up a few hours later, you were immediately clawing to get back in my arms, pleading for my knot, so of course I fucked you. By your third orgasm of that round, I guess it was just too much for your body, and you wet yourself as soon as I'd knotted you, soaked the whole bed."
Jeonghan blinks at him, like his brain can't hardly process his words. Then, he makes a startled, embarrassed noise, and they both look down in time to see Hannie leak, hot, wet dribbling from the tip and running down the side of his cock until it drips down to pool in the curve of Seungcheol's pelvis. He feels dizzy from arousal and quickly captures Jeonghan's lips in a kiss.
Jeonghan whines out against his mouth. "W-Wait, Cheol—"
"Shh, it's okay, it's okay," Cheol nips at his bottom lip. "Just let go, Doll, just let go," he says before kissing him again.
He can feel it through every part of Hannie's body, can feel the last squeeze of his pelvic muscles in defiance before his walls relax around him and his whole body melts into Cheol's embrace, can feel the wet heat spread between their bodies as Jeonghan finally lets go, can feel the way his body shakes and quivers, muscles finally loosening after so long of being pulled taut. Seungcheol kisses him rough, with so much heat and passion, and his hands slide down to his omega's ass, groping him with both hands and using his grip to pull Hannie's hips down against his. There isn't very far they can go, his knot still swollen and plugging his tight cunt, but that doesn't stop Jeonghan from getting the memo and rolling his hips down against Cheol's in a desperate, twitchy sort of grind. He’s openly moaning against his alpha's lips, and their kiss is more gnashing teeth and tongue than anything, a far cry from uniform, but neither of them can find it in themselves to care.
Seungcheol drags a hand down between their bodies to wrap around Jeonghan as the liquid still flows from his slit, and the omega squeaks against his mouth, squirming in his lap as he loosely pumps him. "I've got you," he mumbles as he still presses kisses to his lips, "just let it all out, Angel." He squeezes at Jeonghan's waist as his omega still rocks down on his cock, their hips meeting each other with each roll. Cheol can already feel the pressure building and building in his abdomen once more, and he takes a ragged breath, fisting Jeonghan's cock faster as the stream comes to an end.
"Can you cum with me, Doll?" He asks, and Jeonghan whines against his mouth with a sharp nod, tears strewn across his cheeks. "Only a bit more, okay? I've got you, I've got you."
He crashes their lips back together just in time to swallow Jeonghan's broken cry as he comes for a third time, pitiful little spurts of thin, not-quite-white coating Seungcheol's already wet hand. He drags Hannie's hips down against him once last time, to the hilt, before the tightness in his own stomach snaps and he’s spilling white hot into him again, a growl reverberating from deep in his chest. He falls backwards against the mattress and Jeonghan topples over, going down with him, the movement causing them both to jerk and moan.
It takes a long, long moment for them to catch their breaths, but eventually Jeonghan speaks up, face still tearstained and lips bitten raw. "That was..." Unbelievably hot. Hannie huffs to himself. "That was so fucking disgusting," he announces, cringing at the feeling of the liquid cooling and growing tacky between their bodies and on his soaked sweater. Seungcheol swallows.
"Yeah," is all he can think to reply as he stares up at the ceiling, his knot still weakly pulsing, deflating at that of a snail's pace.
Jeonghan sighs, propping himself up on one elbow to look him in the eye, tears still clinging to his own pretty lashes like dewdrops on flower blossoms and his hair falling loosely in his face again. "Let's never talk about this again, alright?" He asks with an awkward little laugh, still seeming embarrassed as he presses a chaste kiss to the corner of Cheol’s lips.
Seungcheol gives a weak grin he hopes doesn't come off as nervous, and nods. "'Course, Baby."