(CW: non-explicit sexual acts)
Resolve made, Do-hyun pushed gently into the kiss, guiding Jaemin to lay down on the bed. His hands, so careful just moments before, now gripped Jaemin's waist with a fierce desperation, making the omega arch up into his touch, anticipating. The sheer, overwhelming force of the heat, channeled through Jaemin's movements against him, threatened to shatter his control. He could feel the fine tremor of his own body, the primal, deep-seated urge to satisfy the frantic invitation. His alpha's howling need to claim and possess screamed against the logical, conscious will to protect this fragile, trusting omega.
"Jaemin," he breathed, his voice strained. He slipped his hand from the omega's waist, bringing it up to cup the back of his head, gently but firmly guiding him into a deeper kiss. He had to distract them both. The kiss was not one of hungry possession, but of a desperate tenderness, a way to pour all his affection and reassurance into the other man.
But Jaemin whined pitifully against his lips, his body straining for Do-hyun's touch with a growing urgency, until he finally made a desperate grab for the bulge that was valiantly trying to force its way past the front of Do-hyun's pants. Do-hyun hissed as if in pain, jumping back and breaking contact.
So it would seem that a passionate make-out session wasn't going to cut it. Do-hyun had held some hope, but not too high; it looked like he'd have to get creative.
There was just one small problem: Do-hyun… had never been with another man before, even if an omega. His only experience in romantic relationships had been Minseo, but she was female, a beta female at that, which had been a completely different dynamic, Do-hyun thought, and that… that had been complicated enough as it was.
But this wasn't the time for such thoughts. Jaemin was in front of him, under him… needed him.
Moving his other hand, he slid his fingers and palm experimentally between the omega's legs to give friction, and was pleasantly surprised when Jaemin gasped and canted his hips upward, seeking more. The omega moaned again, a soft, broken sound of pure need, and his body moved against Do-hyun's hand with renewed desperation.
Do-hyun gritted his teeth, the muscles in his jaw clenching so hard it was a miracle they didn't crack, shoving back the urge to rip through the layers of fabric separating their bodies until they lay bare against each other. This is for him. All for him. Only for him. The thought was a mantra, resounding in his mind, the dam holding back the flood of his instincts.
He set to work, determined to soothe Jaemin the way he knew he needed, kissing him relentlessly his hand rhythmically up and down to take the edge off the burning ache, to provide a release that was safe and non-invasive.
At some points, the scent of bitter tea would spike, and Jaemin would whimper, a panicked cry that tore from his throat. His body seized, a violent tremor that started in his limbs and ended with a lurching heave. He turned frantic, small retching sounds escaping him as if his body were trying to rid itself of the lingering pain.
Concerned, Do-hyun backed off, hands hovering just over Jaemin's body as it twisted with the discomfort. But instead of pushing away, Jaemin burrowed straight into Do-hyun's arms, trembling and whimpering, a small, helpless animal seeking refuge.
Do-hyun bit down the low, furious growl rumbling in his chest as he carefully rubbed slow, calming circles on Jaemin's back. He cursed Choi Seungcheol and all his ancestors ten generations back, but always redirected his focus and attention to the man in his arms. He was the one right in front of him now, and he needed Do-hyun. Choi Seungcheol, that motherfucker, could wait.
"It's okay," he whispered hoarsely, pulling Jaemin closer. "Just breathe. I've got you."
He continued to emit the calming scent, the warm, reassuring presence that was his and his alone, a promise that no matter how much pain was leftover, it would eventually fade. Jaemin's cries became soft hiccups, his body once again easing against Do-hyun's warmth.
"It's okay," Do-hyun kept murmuring, his voice a low, steady rumble. "Just breathe, baby. Just breathe. I'm here."
After a few moments, the timbre of Jaemin's sounds changed, and he began to press his hips insistently against Do-hyun's thigh. The lewdness of the movement, worlds apart from anything the shy Jaemin he was familiar with would do, sent the blood surging to the alpha's already stiff cock, making him moan.
This was dangerous. His self-control, although helped by the worry when Jaemin reacted to the clash of his pheromones with the failed bond, was already hanging by a thread. His own body was painfully tense with need, and with Jaemin grinding against him like that, half pinned under Do-hyun's weight, it would be too easy for Do-hyun to tear off his clothes, capture his slender wrists, and fuck him into the bed until either it or they broke. The prospect was tantalizing, but Do-hyun simply refused to be another alpha who took advantage of Jaemin's heat-addled state to gratify his own lust.
Lifting himself up, he moved to lean back against the headboard, pulling Jaemin with him so that the omega was draped over his chest, face buried in his neck. Jaemin's hands roved over Do-hyun's back, a desperate attempt to claim and mark, and Do-hyun's body screamed for the same. But he forced himself to stay still, to be the calm center in Jaemin's storm, although he felt nothing like it at heart.
Clasping Jaemin's head to his chest, he closed his eyes and focused on slowly, deliberately releasing a flow of woody, calming pheromones to twine with the omega's sweet cherry blossom scent, a gentle blanket meant to soothe and shelter. Then he began to gently move their hips in a slow, rocking rhythm, providing a pressure that brought a measure of relief to them both.
Almost instantly, he could feel the change in the omega's body. The frantic movements gave way to the rhythm he set, and the pained whimpers were replaced by small gasps and sighs.
Before long, the slender fingers tightened and twisted in his shirt, and with a soft cry, Jaemin's slight frame stiffened, shuddered, then went limp.