Eunho's pale skin was dribbled in salt and vinegar. He leaked onto the couch, clenching his legs together while squirming. His body covered itself in its own lather. He bit his lips to swallow moans.
Lorenzo could match with him; just, not nearly as much. His hands sweat and his body burned as though fire had been placed on it but he wouldn't take his shirt off, not again. He packaged faster today, so the day would rain over. It was a freezing, grey musk outside and he wanted to be out there by daylight. However, even as he poised and pistoled gulps of something into this and premium marijuana from New York into fake money bags, he couldn't stop glancing at the body beside him.
The omega was so pink. He sweated until the devil came to piss on him. That's how it looked. His hellbent head was jerked down, staring at his blanket-covered thighs. Strands of his bowl cut stretched over his forehead messily. He gulped every so often and made tiny sounds that made something very hard.
"Are.. you okay, doll?" Lorenzo's voice was like waves in a tornado for Eunho. The omega sucked his lip, he jerked forward involuntarily and luckily, Lorenzo caught him. His hands were soft and big, clamping around Eunho's waist delicately as he pulled the omega up. Eunho felt a wave of tension boring over him. "I-I-I'm fine," Eunho whispered, quickly getting Lorenzo's hands off of him. Lorenzo didn't budge. "You look sick and are acting like it. I-if anything is wrong, tell me and I'll help."
Eunho gripped his thigh, the skin turning blossom red. "It's my he-heat." He whimpered. Lorenzo's eyes widened and he nodded gracefully. "H-how can I help you? I can see if we have painkillers." He began to stand. Eunho shook his head. "N-no, I don't..I don't like pills."
"That's okay. Uhm, uh... you can sit closer, I don't care about how you look right now." He offered, the alpha gestured with his hands, aiming at his lap and Eunho couldn't resist. The bowlcut-haired boy climbed into the alpha's hold and melted into it, resting his head on his shoulder. Lorenzo's eyes widened—but he didn't mention anything. Instead, he pulled Eunho closer and wrapped an arm around him. The other began packing the drugs again. "It hurts a lot, Ren." The omega pressed his face into Lorenzo's neck, coating the tanned skin in pained cries and strawberry-scented tears.
Lorenzo toughened, his body clenched and he grasped the older boy tightly. "It's okay. Wh..what can I help you with immediately..? We..can go back upstairs; if you..are in so much pain." His intonations alone made Eunho's stomach curl a whistling cauldron of intensity. "Wh-what can we do?"
"I can make your heat go away for nine month—"
"No, stop~!" Eunho giggled into his neck. His fatty fingers held Lorenzo's neck like he was paranoid. A pad brushed over the small tattoo under Lorenzo's ear and he groaned. "H-how old are you, really? Lo-Rennie..? Can I call you that?" Lorenzo hummed without thought, a little vibrato springing through him. His jeans felt too tight and too stiff; although, Eunho hadn't moved much since settling. It was just that—his thighs felt like pillows kissing Lorenzo to sleep. Whatever, he'd groan. Or va bene, if he decided to be mature and just listen to his body without acting on it.
He pressed a pill to his lip, sniffling as it swallowed him. Eunho had yet to notice. The innocent boy writhed quietly, holding onto his new found "Rennie" with all his might. Lorenzo only now clocked the question.
"I'm sixteen, seriously."
"You..you have tattoos, Rennie."
"In Italy it's legal to get tattoos at sixteen with your parent's signature. My grandfather is a tattoo artist."
Eunho murmured something untraceable and ran his fingers up and down the back of Lorenzo's scalp, massaging the space. "What do they say..?"
"What do you mean?"
"The pink one; what does it say?"
"All my tattoos are pink, LMFAO." The alpha says every letter in a heavily Italian-American accent. Eunho dug his head out of the burrow and paused the boy's hands—physically restraining them. "Pink? That's..kind of feminine." He whispered to Lorenzo's ears. Lorenzo shrugged mentally. "Pink is my favorite color. It's mainly just dates or written shit." The sun overcame the room and a sudden, thunderous bark and begged for attention. Lorenzo wanted to do the same. He had to go; bad. But this delicate doll sitting on top of him only held him back. If Lorenzo had the confidence, he would've kissed those pouty lips to soothe the dangerous ache.
However—he doesn't.
Fortunately.
He glanced at the window and gulped down the spacey remnants of his pills. The room glanced over at them—and Lorenzo failed to realize the boss was right there. Chatting with a small, cute omega in a bow tie and no pants or shirt. The older man was definitely lecturing, but every so often, his face would land on them.
He shook his head.
"Tell me about them. Your voice is pretty, you know.." Eunho's soft, little whisper tucked itself into bed as Lorenzo nodded. "So I have a tattoo on my wrist with my uhm, dad's name. And uh..another one with my uncle's name. And my dog; she's my best friend. She's a chihuahua." Lorenzo admitted, his fingers turning into swift barbells of machines. Eunho's body vibrated against his and it shot through the alpha like a bullet. "Did you guys have a good relationship?"
"Yeah. I loved my dad."
"Where's he now?"