Chapter 8
On the Thursday of that week, Kyuhyun attended one of ERU's weekly meetings. Many of the members saw this as a chance to open Kyuhyun's mind to the wonderful benefits of signing the treaty. Joonmyun was sure that almost everyone, except for Yixing and himself, had spoken to make their point.
Kyuhyun sighed at the end of it all, a flippant wave of his hand echoing his feelings. "I stand by what I said." He smirked and then turned to give Joonmyun a challenging look. "Unless I can prove the authenticity of Alpha King Joonmyun's relationship with Jongdae, then I won't sign it. Nothing you say or do will sway me."
The meaning of his words weren't lost on them, but Joonmyun tried his best to keep a straight face, not to frown and retaliate too easily in case it backfired.
"We understand, Your Highness," Heechul replied, saving Joonmyun from the burning hot seat he was on. "We hope, however, that this brought some awareness to you and has increased your knowledge on the benefits the treaty could have to the country once it is passed."
Kyuhyun just nodded, eyes busy roaming around the table before settling on Joonmyun once more. "Where's Jongdae, by the way?"
Joonmyun bit back his sigh and gave Kyuhyun a practiced rueful smile. "Jongdae isn't a member of the ERU."
"I see," Kyuhyun said, stretching the syllables. Joonmyun waited for him to say something else but Kyuhyun never followed it up with anything. He just smirked at him before turning to Heechul.
"Thank you for your time today, Heechul. I was greatly informed by your presentation and I do hope I get the opportunity to sign the treaty once everything is proven to be genuine." Kyuhyun stood up and shook the hands of the members, thanking each of them for their proposals and asking for his own copies. The members made sure to send ones that wouldn't be considered confidential.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe that there is still more of Sedocia for me to see,” Kyuhyun bid. Joonmyun nodded stiffly and said his own goodbyes to the board members of the ERU. He thanked them for their hard work before leaving to change clothes.
Once clad in something more appropriate for a casual stroll in the city, Joonmyun accompanied Kyuhyun for the rest of the day. They continued to tour Sedocia without Jongdae because the omega had work that day.
Without Jongdae, Kyuhyun asked Joonmyun all kinds of questions, questions that weren't related to the tour. He asked Joonmyun about their dates, how he and Jongdae met, things about Jongdae and his life. It sounded like casual curiosity but Joonmyun knew Kyuhyun was assessing how intimate they were. Joonmyun could answer most of the questions, all those dates and set ups the union arranged helping him out.
However, Kyuhyun also asked Joonmyun hard questions. What did he like most about Jongdae? What attracted him the first time they met? Joonmyun hoped Kyuhyun didn’t take his pauses as signs for anything. He had to carefully choose his words in case he was asked the same questions by the media or family.
Joonmyun sighed in relief whenever the tours ended an hour or two after they had begun. His packed schedule saved him from spending another second with older king. Despite having to dive right into work, Joonmyun much preferred the hustle and bustle of his royal duties over babysitting Kyuhyun.
Before he could even take in the scent of home and be filled with relief, Kyuhyun peered down at Joonmyun and gave him a mischievous smile, the only sign that he was up to something.
"I've decided that if His Highness isn't opposed to it, I would like to extend my stay for another week at most. There are just so many things for me to see and learn, so many questions that still need to be answered. I hope you understand." His smile didn't change, but it didn't matter because Joonmyun couldn't and wouldn't say no to Alpha King Kyuhyun.
"Of course we'd be happy to have you stay, for as long as you needed."
"Good," was all Kyuhyun said before walking away, leaving Joonmyun to slump against the handrails of the staircase. Joonmyun barely lost composure so easily nowadays in open spaces, but Kyuhyun often caught him off guard and tested his patience so much that he felt wound tight by his whole presence.
With Kyuhyun's extended stay, Joonmyun realized more dates would have to be compromised in order to tour His Highness around. He couldn't help but frown when he relayed the information to an equally disappointed Jongdae.
"Oh well," Jongdae said, trying to make light of the situation. "It's not like we can help it. I mean, he's practically asking us to tour him around and it'd be suspicious enough to stop now."
"I just hope we can convince him sooner," Joonmyun whispered to the phone. He wanted to say more, but doing it by phone while they were under the same roof as Alpha King Kyuhyun wasn't a good idea.
"We will," Jongdae said, sounding so sure. It was probably the only thing boosting Joonmyun's confidence. "I'll see you tomorrow then."
"See you." I miss you’s left unsaid, left for some other day when Joonmyun could actually open his mouth and let the words roll off his tongue.
The weekend came and brought with it blue skies and bright sunlight. A cool breeze permeated the outdoors, making it comfortable enough to continue on with the tour of the kingdom. Joonmyun smiled at having a chance to spend such a wonderful day with Jongdae. He couldn't wait to try out all the restaurants he'd discovered over the internet looking for places to eat.
In his excitement, Joonmyun pulled out his phone and called Jongdae.
"Jongdae, good morning. I called to ask if you were on your way."
Jongdae stayed silent for a few more seconds before heaving a deep sigh. "It looks like I can't make it after all… and I won’t be available until next week."
"What? Why? What's going on? Are you all right?"
Jongdae let out a breathy laugh. "Yes, I'm fine, Joonmyun. I just forgot to take my suppressants so my heat hit me earlier this month. I'll be confined to my house and room for the rest of the week."
"Oh."
"Yeah. But don't worry about me. You should definitely continue to tour Alpha King—"
"I'm on my way."
"What—"
By then, Joonmyun had already ended the call.
"Is something the matter, Your Highness?" Kyuhyun asked, the smirk on his face making him look even more triumphant than ever. Joonmyun tried not to frown at the sight of it.
"I'm sorry, Alpha King Kyuhyun. It seems that Jongdae has started his heat and I would really like to be there for him."
Kyuhyun looked taken aback by the admission, but it didn't last long, replaced by his smirk once more. "Of course. Your lover is more important."
"Thank you. We can continue once I've gotten back." Joonmyun didn't wait for Kyuhyun's approval before turning back, catching Minseok on his way to the car.
"What's going on?" Minseok asked.
"I'm going over to Jongdae's. He's starting his heat."
"You're planning on taking care of him? For a week?" Minseok hissed, making sure no one could hear him other than Joonmyun.
Joonmyun was ready to say yes, was about to utter the word without hesitation until it him. With a foot in the car and his head sticking out, Joonmyun stopped in the middle and thought about what he was doing, what he was about to do. If he went to Jongdae's house now, it could only mean one thing, and Joonmyun didn't know if he was ready for that.
Minseok's sigh brought him out of his thoughts. "At least get in the car and then think about it." He urged Joonmyun to get in and followed right after him.
"Have you talked to Jongdae about his heats? Did you guys agree on some sort of plan?"
Joonmyun shook his head. "We didn't really talk about it." He pinched the bridge of his nose, remembering how he'd brushed off the topic when Jongdae suggested it. He really wished he hadn't. "He said he was on suppressants, but he didn't really mind having to do it with me."
"You think he did it on purpose?"
"What—No, that's not what I'm implying. I'm just saying that he was taking suppressants so I told him we didn't need to talk about it. What do you think I should do?"
Minseok sighed, the deep and loud kind, the one he usually reserved for when Joonmyun had done something stupid in his opinion. "There's only two things you can do in this situation. Have heat sex with him or not have heat sex with him."
When Joonmyun shot him a look, Minseok rolled his eyes. "You should at least come prepared whether you decide to have sex with him or not." Minseok tapped the driver on the shoulder. "Excuse me, Taeil, can you stop by the nearest supermarket?"
“Yes, sir.”
“Thank you.” Minseok then returned his attention to Joonmyun. "Even if you end up not having sex with Jongdae, at least bring him things that will help him get through his heat," Minseok said. "He won't be able to go outside so you should come with a lot of food. And in case you do end up staying for the rest of the week, you'll also need condoms and lube."
Joonmyun fought the blush creeping their way on his cheeks and nodded. If Minseok was taking this seriously, Joonmyun should too.
"But Joonmyun, I have to remind you," Minseok said, tone much harder. "That because this is heat sex, the success rate of contraceptives drops down to ninety-five percent."
Joonmyun nodded, remembering all of those health classes he was forced to take, to study along with Jongin. All the pictures and lessons were a bit of a blur, but somehow he was remembering all of the important lessons now.
"Do you still want to go?" Minseok asked, voice suddenly loud and intrusive in his mind. Joonmyun looked at his friend, saw the uncertainty in his eyes and thought about Jongdae, all alone and suffering through a heat he probably hadn't had in years. If he could somehow help Jongdae, even if he were to just drop by for one day, then Joonmyun thought it would help ease his conscience.
But really his train of thought tried not to focus too much on Jongdae, taking care of himself, needlessly begging for someone to help him. What if someone came that wasn't Joonmyun? What if someone offered their help and Joonmyun wasn't the one to take care of Jongdae? That certainly had to be addressed.
"Yes." And that was all Minseok needed before he remained quiet for the rest of the trip.
In the supermarket, Minseok grabbed the condoms and lube while Joonmyun picked ready to eat meals or food that wouldn't take time to prepare. Joonmyun went back to the car and left Minseok to pay. They were already drawing too much attention and Joonmyun didn't want people to know what he was up to buying condoms and lube with his advisor.
The drive to Jongdae's place remained quiet, with Minseok taking up his usual seat in front. Joonmyun used the time to think about what he was going to say to Jongdae, what he might be proposing when he got there.
All too soon, they were in front of Jongdae's house and Minseok looked back at him from where he was seated. "Your Highness, would you like us to wait for you?"
Joonmyun took a deep breath. "No, go home and I'll call you when I need to be picked up."
"Yes, Your Highness. Please take care then."
Joonmyun nodded and got out. He grabbed the bag of groceries out of the trunk and walked the path that led to Jongdae's door. Even though he'd been here a handful of times, his heart pounded now louder than ever. He almost couldn't ring the doorbell, but got the courage to do so when he realized the car was still behind him, waiting for him to go inside.
After a quick swallow of nerves, Joonmyun rang the doorbell and waited. There was some sort of commotion inside, some soft, garbled bang before someone opened the door.
"Jongdae," Joonmyun said, even when the door opened to reveal someone who wasn't Jongdae. "You're not Jongdae." he heard himself say, and Joonmyun wanted to smack himself.
"Your Highness," the other man, older man, greeted with a chuckle. "I'm Jongdae's dad, Eunhyuk, please come in." The man opened the door wide and let Joonmyun step in. Joonmyun realized the bag he was holding and offered it quickly to the man.
"These are for Jongdae."
"Oh, wow, thanks. We were just about to go out and buy him supplies. This would really help, thank you. Please take a seat," Eunhyuk said, gesturing to the couches in the middle of the house. "I'll go call Jongdae down, in the meantime, my husband, Donghae will keep you company. Donghae!" Eunhyuk threw Joonmyun one last smile before going up the stairs.
From the hall, another man appeared, smiling at Joonmyun. "Your Highness," he offered his hand for Joonmyun to shake. "I'm Donghae, I'm also Jongdae's dad. It's nice to finally meet you."
"Likewise." Joonmyun shook his hand and sat back down on the couch while Donghae occupied the one adjacent to it. "I'm sorry if this is the first time I'm greeting you. I would've hoped for something more formal."
"It's fine. Jongdae explained to us the circumstances of your relationship, and although both Eunhyuk and I agree that we wished Jongdae would've talked to us first before making a decision, we also understand his reasons for agreeing." Donghae smiled and had this faraway look in his eyes, before returning his gaze back to Joonmyun. "All we hope is that you take good care of our son. He's all we have, you know?"
"Daaad," Jongdae whined from the stairs, causing Joonmyun to whip his head up at the sound. Jongdae looked—adorable, to say the least. With a pout on his face, and looking flushed from his starting heat, Jongdae went down the stairs followed by Eunhyuk. Donghae just chuckled at his son.
Jongdae sat himself down by Joonmyun's side, leaning his head against his shoulder and sighing contentedly. Joonmyun was a little shocked by the contact, before pulling Jongdae closer, understanding that maybe the omega needed some form of comfort. From this close, Joonmyun inhaled the omega’s sweet scent, almost intoxicating him.
"We'll be leaving Jongdae with you for a while, Your Highness. We need to make sure that the house is well stocked with groceries for the week. Come on, Hae," Eunhyuk said, getting the keys from the counter separating the dining room from the living room.
Joonmyun quickly stood up from the couch and nodded, "Yes and please call me Joonmyun."
Eunhyuk and Donghae stopped where they were standing, looked at each other and then smiled at Joonmyun.
"Very well, then, Joonmyun. We'll be back soon," Donghae bid. Before Joonmyun knew it, they were out the door and Jongdae was still on the couch, now with his knees pressed to his chest.
"Are you alright?" Joonmyun asked, pulling Jongdae closer to his side.
Jongdae groaned. "Yeah, just, feeling really hot right now."
"Is this okay?" Joonmyun finally asked.
"Oh, yeah definitely." Jongdae nuzzled his shoulder for a while before sighing. "What're you doing here anyway?"
Joonmyun tightened his hold on Jongdae. "I know we didn't talk about it, and I regret trying to push the topic aside, but since it's happening now, I'd like to be the one to help you through it. If you're still willing to have me."
Jongdae just chuckled. "Dude, that's like the sweetest thing someone can say to me right now."
"Is that a yes?"
"Yeah, Joonmyun, it's definitely a yes. But that can wait for much later. I just need cuddles for now." Jongdae wrapped his arms around Joonmyun's waist and sighed in relief. Joonmyun settled Jongdae on his lap, holding him tight and carefully.
"By the way," Joonmyun asked once a quiet moment had passed. "Why are your parents stocking up on groceries for the rest of the week?"
Jongdae hummed. "They don't stay at home whenever I get heats because—" he paused, looked up at Joonmyun, and then buried his head in the older’s chest. "I'm loud." It took a second for Joonmyun to decipher Jongdae's garbled words, but when he finally heard it, he could see images inside his head start to form, images that he'd really like to forget right now, especially when Jongdae was lying half on top of him.
He took a deep breath and nodded. "I see."
"Oh god, I can't believe I just said that," Jongdae mumbled through his shirt. "But I guess you should know, since you're staying with me for the whole week." He added a laugh, but Joonmyun could hear the uncertainty in it.
"No, it's fine," he said. "Thanks for telling me."
They stayed cuddled on the couch for a while until Jongdae whined for Joonmyun to take him back to his room. Jongdae's room looked clean, cleaner than what Joonmyun was expecting at least. He didn't have clothes lying around the floor, though the sheets on his bed were still unkempt. A desk filled with papers and books stood in the corner of the room, adjacent to his bed. Beside it was a short table for his TV, DVDs and CDs littering the small compartments.
Jongdae went straight for the bed, wrapping his thick blanket around him. Joonmyun lingered by the door for a few more seconds, following after taking a good look around the bedroom. Jongdae immediately wrapped his arms around Joonmyun, rubbing his cheeks all over his clothes and then taking a deep whiff of him.
"You smell really good," Jongdae whispered, resting his head on Joonmyun's shoulder. Joonmyun could tell that the omega was still smelling him with the soft sniffing sound he could occasionally hear. He tried not to smile and pulled Jongdae closer.
It amused Joonmyun to see Jongdae so attached to him. Jongdae wasn't embarrassed to show Joonmyun some form of affection, but today, Jongdae wouldn't even let Joonmyun out of his arms. It was endearing and made Joonmyun's heart all warm inside.
"Are you usually this clingy during your heats?"
"Hmmm, dunno. Never spent my heats with someone else and I never felt the desire to hug my parents."
"I'm honored to be your first cuddling buddy then," Joonmyun said.
"We're home!" sounded from downstairs, followed by the sound of the door closing.
Joonmyun wanted to greet Jongdae's parents, but the younger didn't want to let him go and didn't want to stand up with him.
"Hey there," Eunhyuk greeted. "We're going to put the groceries away and then we’ll be leaving. Joonmyun, is it okay if we leave you two alone for the rest of the week? We usually come by every morning to check up on Jongdae, but we figured you two might want some privacy."
"Although privacy is a good idea, I do think it would be good if you checked up on Jongdae whenever you can throughout the week."
Eunhyuk nodded. "Sounds good. We’ll leave our contact numbers by the fridge. Call us if anything happens or if there's something you need to ask." Eunhyuk went forward and placed a quick kiss over Jongdae's head. "See you soon, Dae."
"Bye dad."
Donghae popped his head by the door before coming over to Jongdae's bed. He pat him on the head, and kissed him on the forehead before bidding Joonmyun goodbye.
"Bye dads," Jongdae muttered when they both walked out of the room, closing the door.
"What do you want to do now?" Joonmyun asked.
"I kind of want to sleep. Is that okay?"
"Yes, of course." Joonmyun rearranged some of the pillows and laid them down, holding Jongdae close until he could feel his warm breath on his neck. Jongdae felt hotter than usual, but Joonmyun knew it was only because of the heat.
Jongdae fell asleep minutes later, arms loosening around Joonmyun. Joonmyun took it as an opportunity to call Minseok. He would need to reschedule a lot of his meetings, as well as a change of clothes now that he was staying for a week. Minseok didn't comment, which relieved Joonmyun immensely. He just said that he would have a car over in a matter of minutes to bring him his things and to leave Joonmyun's schedules in his hands.
"Thanks, Minseok."
"You're more than welcome, Joonmyun."
Joonmyun smiled when he finished the call. He went back to bed and gently brought Jongdae back in his arms, feeling the shudder of relief that coursed through Jongdae's body. He smiled and closed his eyes.
Joonmyun woke up to the sound of soft panting in his ear, hot breath warming the skin. Something—or rather, someone wriggled on his side, pressing their hot body to his. He blinked a couple of times, eyes catching the sight of the sunset from the curtained windows and then looked down beside him.
Jongdae laid beside him, eyes half lidded with sweat dripping down his face. His hand reached up, grabbing at Joonmyun's arms weakly.
"Help me," he cried out, voice broken and hoarse.
Joonmyun pushed back the duvet, heart hammering in his chest trying to figure out what to do.
"Jongdae, I'm here. What do you need?" he heard himself ask. He ran a hand up Jongdae's arm, noting the heat of his skin, how he ran impossibly hot. He tried to tell himself that it was normal, that temperatures peaked during heats.
"Need you," Jongdae whimpered, sliding closer until he got his head on Joonmyun's lap. "Do something, please," he half-begged. There were pearls of tears at the edges of his eyes and Joonmyun knew what he needed to do, he really did, but he hadn't had sex in a long time. He wasn't sure how to do it.
"Please, Joonmyun?" Jongdae looked up at him, eyes wide and shiny with lust. Joonmyun swallowed down the fear and insecurity and took a deep breath.
"Yes, of course," Joonmyun whispered, fingers tangling in Jongdae's hair. "Come here." He gently pulled Jongdae up so he was sitting on his lap and not lying down on it. Jongdae peered at him, eyes a little unfocused until they settled on his lips. Before Jongdae could open his mouth to plead once more, Joonmyun closed the distance between them.
Joonmyun didn't know if it was the heat, but Jongdae tasted sweet, like the chocolates he loved as a child. He pulled Jongdae closer, wanting to taste more, needing to savor the flavor. Jongdae moaned through the kiss, pressing closer and tilting his head to slot their lips better. Joonmyun bit on Jongdae's bottom lip, pulling slightly before separating, breath ragged.
"You smell good," Jongdae whispered, breathing deeply as he rested his forehead against Joonmyun's.
"You smell like chocolates," Joonmyun answered, taking another whiff of the air around them and caught the scent of the sweet treat. He hadn't had chocolate in years, but that just made Jongdae even more desirable to him.
Jongdae chuckled, adjusting his position on Joonmyun's lap to straddle him. "Do I taste like chocolates too?" He smirked, lips curling to the side of his lips. For some unknown reason, Joonmyun felt compelled to kiss it off his lips. He found himself acting on the impulse, the feeling of Jongdae's lips the only sign he'd done so.
"So, do I?" Jongdae asked when he pulled away, grin so wide they stretched his lips across his face.
Joonmyun couldn't help but smile back at him. "Yes, you taste like chocolates."
Jongdae hummed, pressing a kiss to Joonmyun's forehead, and nuzzled his nose. "You taste good too, you know that?" he whispered, breath warm on Joonmyun's lips. Jongdae leaned in for a quick peck before kissing the side of his jaw. "You taste like," a kiss on his neck, "the ocean." This time, Jongdae took a small lick at the junction of Joonmyun's neck before biting the smooth skin.
Joonmyun held his breath, trying to fight the moan from reaching past his lips. "And you like that?"
"Yeah," Jongdae breathed. His hands busied themselves with feeling Joonmyun through his crisp shirt. "Can we please take off our clothes now?"
Joonmyun chuckled, although it came out a lot breathier than he intended. "Yes, we can," he said, words almost stuck to his throat. Jongdae eagerly undid his buttons, messing up whenever he got too excited, and Joonmyun's hands lingered on the hem of Jongdae's shirt, feeling the hot skin beneath.
He took a deep breath and slowly dragged Jongdae's shirt up. Bit by bit, more of Jongdae's skin showed, the soft gathering of hair at the edge of his pajama pants, and then his navel, a deep depression of skin. Joonmyun was quickly learning how bad of an idea it was to slowly take off Jongdae's shirt. All this anticipation he brought onto himself was bound to kill him.
"Joonmyun?" Jongdae whispered, voice low and hands hot on the skin of his shoulders. He hadn't realized that he'd stopped moving, eyes focused on Jongdae's navel. He nodded and quickly pulled off Jongdae's shirt. Jongdae whined when it interrupted his quest to unbutton Joonmyun's shirt but quickly went back to business.
"Why do you always have to look so prim and proper," Jongdae grumbled more to himself as he reached the bottom part of Joonmyun's shirt. Joonmyun smiled apologetically and helped Jongdae take the rest of his shirt off, trying to distract his eyes from Jongdae's well sculpted body.
"Wow," followed by a short and soft whistle. Jongdae dragged his hands down Joonmyun's pecs, fingers brushing against his nipples before feeling his abs. "You have a really nice body." Jongdae's fingers lingered on the dips of the muscles, tracing the lines they created.
"So do you," Joonmyun said, trying to keep calm despite the heat pooling low in his gut. To prove his point, he lifted a hand to touch Jongdae's abs, not as defined as his, but still there. Jongdae hissed at the touch, especially when Joonmyun's fingers landed on the skin just above his pants.
"Okay. I really need us to be naked. Like right now," he said through gritted teeth, hands tightening on Joonmyun's waist. Joonmyun nodded and unbuttoned his pants, leaving Jongdae to deal with his own. Jongdae had his pants off in seconds and when he saw that Joonmyun wasn't done, he gave him a helping hand, pulling on the fabric the moment Joonmyun got the zipper down.
Joonmyun tried not to look at Jongdae's cock. He really did. He tried to look at the space above Jongdae's head but the need to admire Jongdae's body was so tempting. And so, he found his gaze slowly flitting downwards until he could see Jongdae eagerly smile at him, on his hands and knees as he crawled back up Joonmyun's legs. Jongdae's cock hung low in between his legs, hard and pulsing as he moved.
Jongdae took a deep breath when he finally caught sight of Joonmyun in all his naked glory. Pale skin glittering with sweat and all of it only for Jongdae. He smirked at the sight of Joonmyun’s cock, a reasonable size, a little bit longer than his own and wider. He could almost feel it stretching him. His entrance ached for it, dripping with anticipation.
Joonmyun took his eyes away from Jongdae's cock and locked eyes with Jongdae. The younger looked at him hungrily, eyes blown wide and Joonmyun knew that this was Jongdae's heat reaching its peak. Jongdae reclaimed his position on Joonmyun's lap and sighed when he finally, finally felt the heat of Joonmyun's skin against his own. Joonmyun almost choked when Jongdae sat directly atop his growing arousal, but tried to keep calm, tried to remember his health classes, all the tips his instructor taught them about heat sex.
"I put the lube and condoms that you bought in the drawer over there," Jongdae said, wrapping his arms around Joonmyun. "So, you can use them anytime you want. Although, I'd prefer it if you used them now."
"Sorry." Joonmyun gave Jongdae an unsure smile. "I just—"
"You're probably overthinking this." Jongdae sighed. He shook his head and kissed Joonmyun on the lips. "Don't think about it too much and just fuck me." With a hand at the back of Joonmyun's head, Jongdae pulled him in for a rough kiss. It was enough to throw away all of Joonmyun's coherent thoughts.
Jongdae had never kissed Joonmyun like this, his mouth dominating against Joonmyun's, tongue darting out of his own lips to taste Joonmyun. This time, Joonmyun groaned when he felt Jongdae's tongue against his own, wrapping around the muscle and then sucking it out of his own lips. He could feel himself getting harder, and with the way Jongdae circled his hips against Joonmyun's crotch, he was sure he'd get there pretty soon.
Jongdae smirked once he felt the press of Joonmyun's hardness on his ass cheeks, pulling away to admire it. He curled a hand around Joonmyun’s cock and smiled at the way Joonmyun threw his head back. He crawled off of the alpha's lap and pulled his legs apart to settle himself in between. Jongdae’s smile grew bigger at the hitches in Joonmyun's breathing. He locked eyes with the alpha and continued stroking.
Without looking away, Jongdae slowly opened his mouth and took the tip of Joonmyun's cock in his mouth. He sucked at the bulbous head, tongue swirling on the slit in the center, making Joonmyun gasp.
"Jongdae," he whispered. He wanted to tell him to stop, that he should be the one taking care of Jongdae. Jongdae moaned and the vibrations around his cock sent stars in his eyes. Joonmyun could barely think straight anymore. He fisted the sheets in his hands, closed his eyes but even then, the image of Jongdae with his cock in his mouth burned bright. They flashed open to catch Jongdae taking in more of him, lips sliding down until he had his nose buried in the dark curls at the base.
Joonmyun choked on air and tried to push Jongdae back, worried that he couldn't breathe. Jongdae pushed Joonmyun's hands away and slid back on his own, hollowing his cheeks and releasing Joonmyun's cock with a pop, spitting back on his hand to coat it around Joonmyun's cock. He stroked it a couple times before taking it in his mouth again, swallowing down the length before releasing it.
Joonmyun groaned every time he felt Jongdae's throat work around his cock. He lost himself in the heat and wetness of Jongdae's mouth, the way he worked his hand around the base and the little moans he'd do when he had him half in his mouth. Jongdae would meet his eyes then, locking until he couldn't keep it up anymore. Joonmyun would bite down on his lips and watch Jongdae suck on his cock before pulling away.
"Jongdae," Joonmyun moaned. He could feel himself get closer, feel his knot start forming. He knew that for heats it was always better for omegas to come once before the alpha’s knot locked them in place. "Jongdae," he called again when Jongdae moaned around his cock. He bit his lip when Jongdae slowly, torturously pulled back, looking defiantly up at him.
"What?"
Joonmyun took a deep breath and pulled Jongdae up so they could lie back down on the bed together. "Let me take care of you," he whispered on his lips before kissing him, tasting himself on Jongdae's tongue.
Distracted by the kiss, Joonmyun rolled them over so he was on top of Jongdae. Jongdae wound his arms around Joonmyun, nails scratching against his scalp. He moaned through the kiss, feeling the heat of Joonmyun's hands wandering around his body, pausing on his nipples.
Joonmyun pulled away and looked down at the hardened nubs, a dusty brown standing out against the fairness of Jongdae's skin. He rolled them in between his fingers, his eyes unable to look away. Jongdae whimpered at the touch, especially when only one side of his chest could feel the warmth and focus of Joonmyun's attention.
It took Joonmyun a second before he realized what he really wanted to do, and before he could second guess himself, he pressed a soft kiss to Jongdae's nipple.
"Joonmyun, please," Jongdae whined, catching Joonmyun's free hand and placing it on top of his free nipple. Joonmyun willingly played with the bud while his mouth busied itself with sucking and licking the other.
"Oh god," Jongdae cried out, head thrown back against the pillows. He rocked his hips against Joonmyun's and without much thought, Joonmyun's free hand went to hold Jongdae's cock, stroking the length loosely. The sensory overload caught Jongdae off guard; his moan dying on his lips.
Joonmyun felt himself smile, proud that he could bring Jongdae to such pleasure.
"Fuuuuuck," Jongdae cursed when Joonmyun flicked his wrist. It had Joonmyun pulling away to chuckle at Jongdae. Jongdae tried not to curse when he was around, and Joonmyun could tell he was having a hard time doing so.
Jongdae just glared at him, closing his eyes whenever he could feel the pleasure build up. "I thought you were a virgin," he groaned out, causing Joonmyun to laugh once more.
"I'm sorry to disappoint," he said, leaning in to kiss Jongdae's moans out of his lips.
"Trust me," Jongdae said when Joonmyun pulled away. He let out a short chuckle and smiled. "You're far from disappointing." He pulled Joonmyun back in for another kiss.
Joonmyun didn't stop stroking Jongdae's cock, spitting in his hand when the glide became too rough. He could tell from the soft sounds that escaped Jongdae’s lips that he was getting closer.
"Do you want to come?" Joonmyun found himself asking.
"Yes," Jongdae breathed, but shook his head when Joonmyun sped up the rhythm of his hands. "But not this way." He took a deep breath and pulled Joonmyun's hand away from his cock, dragging it down to his wet hole. "This way, please."
Joonmyun breathed in through his nose, could smell Jongdae's potent scent from where his fingers touched. Wetness gathered at Jongdae's entrance dripping down on the bedspread. He peered at it curiously, before pressing two fingers softly against it. Jongdae drew in a harsh breath, biting on his lip to keep a moan from letting out.
"Don't," Joonmyun said without thinking. His hand was already on Jongdae's chin, fingers pulling Jongdae's lip away from his teeth. Jongdae just smirked at him and in retaliation, Joonmyun swirled his fingers around his entrance, pressing the tip of his middle finger in before pulling back out.
"Such a tease," Jongdae panted. Joonmyun simply smiled at him before turning his attention back to Jongdae's hole, catching the way it clenched before easing up. Taking a deep breath, Joonmyun pressed his finger inside.
"Lube," Jongdae reminded, hand scrambling for the night stand that he couldn't quite reach. "Please, lube, Joonmyun, lube," he pleaded even though he clenched around the digit, pulling more of it in. Joonmyun nodded and reached for the lube, having to pull his attention away from his finger pressing slowly inside of Jongdae.
He just barely held back the triumphant cheer threatening to escape his lips when he found it and focused instead on using the lube on his fingers on Jongdae. After coating his finger and Jongdae with a decent amount, Joonmyun went back to slowly thrust his finger inside of Jongdae. Jongdae whimpered at the slow pace but gasped when Joonmyun finally had it knuckle deep.
Joonmyun watched with great attention, sliding his finger in out and out until the slide became easier. Jongdae's grip on the sheets tightened but he didn't urge Joonmyun to go faster. Once Joonmyun was sure Jongdae could handle it, he coated his second finger and pressed it in along with the other.
"Shit," Jongdae breathed, trying to relax. Joonmyun looked up and caught sight of Jongdae's cock twitching. He reached a hand and started stroking slowly. "You're gonna kill me," Jongdae whispered when Joonmyun started a rhythm, thrusting his fingers at the same time he stroked his cock.
Joonmyun smirked, returning his attention to his fingers, thrusting them faster and then scissoring them when he could.
"Joonmyun, please," Jongdae started begging, resting on his elbows so he could look at the man in between his legs. "Please, please fuck me, please."
Joonmyun just shook his head and added another finger, lips curling into a small smile when Jongdae accepted the digits all together. "Fuck," Jongdae cursed, falling back down on the pillows. His hips moved of their own accord, pushing back against Joonmyun's hand and thrusting up in time with his strokes. Tears pooled in the corner of his eyes as he thought about getting off, about coming. "Joonmyun, please."
"All right," Joonmyun said. He pulled his fingers and hands away, Jongdae crying out at the loss, and looked for the condoms. Before he could reach the drawer, Jongdae grabbed his hand and looked at him, eyes blown and hazy with need.
"Now, pleasepleaseplease," he said.
Joonmyun took a quick glance at the drawer, remembered the pack of condoms he'd seen and then at Jongdae shivering on the bed.
"Just fuck me already!"
And that made Joonmyun’s decision for him. He pulled his hand back and coated his throbbing length with lube. Jongdae huffed in relief when he felt Joonmyun press the head of his cock against his entrance. Joonmyun took a deep breath and held it, pushing in as slow as his will and power would allow. Jongdae felt hot and perfect wrapped all around him, enough to make him lose himself. But he didn’t lose sanity just yet. He held on and pushed in slowly, inch by inch until Jongdae was begging and crying out.
"Please, Joonmyun, yes, that's it, so good," praised Jongdae. He didn't make much sense but it egged Joonmyun on, the way his voice turned breathy and throaty, how he whimpered and moaned every single time Joonmyun pushed in a little more. "So good, so hot, you're so hard."
Joonmyun gritted his teeth as he buried all of himself inside of Jongdae.
"Fucking, Joonmyun," Jongdae cried out, pulling Joonmyun into his arms. Joonmyun closed his eyes, unable to focus on anything other than Jongdae clamping down on his cock, slowly grinding down on him. He could feel his self-control slipping away, feel animalistic need replacing it.
"Joonmyun," Jongdae breathed by his ear. "Move."
Something inside Joonmyun snapped. He pulled back and thrust back in, rhythm lost in his mind while his body moved as it wanted to. He could barely feel the sting of Jongdae's nails scratching his back, could barely hear the cries of his name falling like waterfall from Jongdae's lips. Jongdae grabbed his face, giving him a bruising kiss and Joonmyun felt himself come back, returning the kiss.
"What was that?" Jongdae asked when Joonmyun's pace slowed down just slightly.
"I don't know," Joonmyun struggled to reply. He could still feel the need to thrust in deep and fast.
"Well, don't stop on my account." Jongdae smirked, spreading his legs wider. His hands settled by Joonmyun's backside, pulling him deeper. Jongdae's words died on his moan as Joonmyun thrust faster, obliging Jongdae's pleads of faster, harder, yes, that's it, there right there.
"God, Joonmyun," Jongdae cried out, stars exploding in his eyes as Joonmyun's thrusts pressed his cock right up at his prostate. "You're gonna make me come."
"That's the plan," Joonmyun managed to say as he tried to keep his pace, his grip on Jongdae's hips almost bruising.
Jongdae's laugh caught in his throat when Joonmyun started grinding his cock inside of him, his knot catching on his rim. Joonmyun relished the reactions Jongdae let out, the soft cries and all the cursing he did when he couldn't get a coherent thought to form. When Jongdae clenched around him, around his growing knot, Joonmyun knew he was close.
"So big," Jongdae whimpered at the feeling of Joonmyun’s knot. It stretched him almost impossibly wide, but Joonmyun allowed Jongdae enough time to adjust to the feeling of it with each drive in. Joonmyun slowed his pace but rammed in deeper inside of Jongdae, grinding his knot further inside. He wanted Jongdae to come and he stroked Jongdae's cock, trying to get him there faster. "Joonmyun."
"It's alright," Joonmyun urged. "I'm going to come," he whispered, breathed, in Jongdae's ears.
"Come then," Jongdae said, almost lost in all his moans. "Come inside me."
Joonmyun drove in faster, lips finding their way to kiss Jongdae. His hand stroked in time with his rhythm and he choked every time his knot made it harder to push back in and pull out. It drove him crazy, thrusting without sense, just chasing their pleasures until Joonmyun couldn't think of anything but coming.
"Oh god," he heard Jongdae cry out. "I'm coming," he said. "Coming, Joonmyun, Joonmyun." Joonmyun could hear him but he was so lost; he needed to come just as much as Jongdae and finally, on a particularly deep thrust, Joonmyun's knot wouldn't let him pull back.
"Fuckfuckfuckjoonmyun," Jongdae cried out, clenching around Joonmyun's knot and then he came, his cock pulsing in Joonmyun's grip. Joonmyun growled Jongdae's name out when he came, Jongdae still tightening around him, their bodies shaking together.
Jongdae was the first to calm down, moaning tiredly at the spray of Joonmyun's cum inside him. Joonmyun fell on top of Jongdae, resting his head on Jongdae's shoulder, coming down from his high minutes later. His heart still hammered in his chest but he could think a little clearly now.
"I think that might've been the best sex I've ever had," Jongdae said with a soft chuckle. Joonmyun smiled, feeling the way Jongdae's body shook with his own skin.
"I'm honored," Joonmyun said, lifting his head to look at Jongdae.
Jongdae snorted, before laughing, tightening up around Joonmyun's knot and then moaning. It was an amusing sight, causing a smile on Joonmyun's face. He wouldn't feel much pleasure from the action until a few more minutes later. "You sound so weird, all formal-like but talking about sex, saying you're honored for being my best sex partner. That's just–" Jongdae laughed and Joonmyun just smiled, amused at Jongdae's ramblings. "Okay, I lied. I actually find the way you talk to be very endearing." He leaned up to plant a kiss on Joonmyun's lips before falling back on the bed.
"When do you think your knot will go down?"
"I don't know. Probably in an hour?"
"Well I think it's time for an hour long cuddle then." Jongdae opened his arms and embraced Joonmyun. Joonmyun laughed and rolled them to their side so he too could wrap his arms around Jongdae.
"Thanks, Joonmyun."
"You're welcome, Jongdae."
Half an hour later, when Joonmyun's knot died down, they realized how hard it was to be tied together in such a position for a long time.
They spent the rest of the week trying to find a comfortable position to do it in. All of the suggestions were given by Jongdae, pulling Joonmyun close to whisper in his ears how he wanted to be fucked. Joonmyun would feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment and arousal, but would comply, always, always obliging Jongdae until he had the younger begging and crying on his knot.
Joonmyun would make sure to take breaks in between, cooking and feeding Jongdae, making sure Jongdae was hydrated and checking if they still had supplies. Eunhyuk and Donghae would drop by in the mornings, thanking Joonmyun for taking care of their son and Joonmyun would blush bright red at the mention but accepted their gratitude.
Jongdae's heat broke on the fourth day, with the moon high in the sky and Joonmyun coming inside him for one last time. They collapsed on the bed in a tangled mess, bodies tired from the amount of sex they've had. Somewhere in the night, Joonmyun pulled Jongdae into his arms and dreamed of the perfect royal family, of kings and little princesses and princes running along the garden of the castle.
Joonmyun woke up to the sound of humming and when he opened his eyes, Jongdae lay beside him, eyes staring up at the ceiling, mouth open to let out a soft beautiful singing voice.
"You have such a lovely voice," Joonmyun murmured. Jongdae flinched before turning to him, smiling so bright that he threatened the sun the brightness of the morning outside.
"I know."
"You should sing more often."
Jongdae hummed. "Maybe I will. Do you have any requests?"
Joonmyun groaned, turning on the bed and blinking himself awake. "I don't know. How about you sing me your favorite song?"
"That's easy enough." Jongdae closed his eyes and pressed himself to the side of Joonmyun. Warm skin against warm skin.
To me, you’re more brilliant
And dazzling than an angel
At the word angel, Jongdae opened his eyes to lock onto Joonmyun's, smiling up at him as the wind carried his voice around the room.
If anyone is unjust to you
I definitely wouldn’t allow that
Joonmyun turned to his side and closed his eyes, leaning in until the tip of his nose brushed against Jongdae's. The omega continued to sing, his voice piercing straight into Joonmyun's soul. The mild scent of chocolates mixed with the soft trills of Jongdae's voice would paint a picture—a memory in Joonmyun’s heart that he'd keep for a lifetime.
Joonmyun tried not to sigh as he got ready to leave. Jongdae wouldn't be going back to work, but Joonmyun still had Alpha King Kyuhyun to take care of.
"Don't look so sad," Jongdae comforted, drying his hair and looking comfy in his home clothes.
"I'm not sad," Joonmyun tried to say, but it felt too much of a stretch. Even he could tell how hard it was to part with Jongdae like this. After having spent five full days with Jongdae, tied together so intimately, it just seemed impossible.
"There's a little furrow in between your eyebrows that says you are," Jongdae said with a huff, getting up from his bed to stand in front of Joonmyun. He placed a short kiss on Joonmyun's cheeks. "The faster you settle this Alpha King Kyuhyun issue, the sooner we'll get to have more alone time," wiggling his eyebrows for emphasis. Joonmyun just chuckled and rested his head on Jongdae's.
"I'll see you soon."
Jongdae kissed him briefly on the lips. "Sooner, I hope."
Jongdae watched as Joonmyun walked out of his bedroom door. Because barely a day had passed since his heat broke, he still wouldn't be allowed out of his room or the house. Jongdae opted to stay in his room where the scent of the ocean lingered.
Joonmyun turned back over his shoulder and caught Jongdae about to lie down on his bed. He closed the door on his way out. When he got down, he caught Eunhyuk and Donghae making lunch.
“Joonmyun, good morning,” they greeted.
“Good morning, sir,” Joonmyun addressed. He wasn’t quite sure what to call them and settled for something more formal.
“Please, just call us Eunhyuk and Donghae,” Eunhyuk said, grabbing some plates. “Want to join us for breakfast?”
“No, thank you, that won’t be necessary. I have to settle some matters back home.”
“Oh, that’s too bad. Maybe next time then?” Donghae said.
“Yes, of course. I also wanted to thank you for allowing me to stay—” Joonmyun fought the blush creeping his cheeks. “—with Jongdae throughout his heat and for giving us some privacy. If there’s ever anything I can do to repay your kindness, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
Eunhyuk and Donghae shared a look before smiling at Joonmyun.
“Please don’t worry too much about it, Joonmyun. We’re the ones who are grateful because you took good care of our son,” Eunhyuk said.
Joonmyun flushed at the words took care and quickly bid the older couple his goodbyes before he could make a fool of himself.
A car was already waiting for him when he opened the door and Joonmyun threw one last look at the house, at the window where Jongdae's bedroom rested.
"Your Highness?" Taeil called out. He already had the door open. Joonmyun tore his gaze away from the window and stepped inside.
The past few days felt like a dream and Joonmyun almost couldn’t believe it was over now. If he closed his eyes, he could still feel the burn of Jongdae’s skin under his hands, his soft cries in his ears. He shook his head clear of such thoughts and opened his eyes. It was time to go back and become King again.
"Your Highness," Minseok greeted as soon as he stepped in. "I'm sorry I couldn't come along to pick you up, but there were urgent matters that needed to be taken care of."
"What matters? What happened while I was gone?"
Minseok frowned. "Alpha King Kyuhyun has flown back to Venocia without signing the treaty."
"What?" Joonmyun asked, voice low but surprise evident. He seemed to have caught himself and took a deep breath. "Why?"
"He didn't say. He wouldn't say anything, not to us at least. All he said was that he was leaving. He left you a note, but all it said was thank you for your hospitality and that he would come back again someday." Minseok handed him the crisp ivory paper, folded in threes, with the Venocian Royal Family's letterhead decorating the top.
Joonmyun's eyes scanned the paper, but found nothing new to add to what Minseok had just told him. He looked back at Minseok, wide eyed and confused, before folding the paper and handing it back to Minseok. There was nothing they could do now. Kyuhyun was gone and he didn’t sign the treaty. Joonmyun took a couple of deep breaths and tried not to think of the worst case scenario yet.
"Please tell me there's at least some good news," he said instead. At those words, a soft smile made it's way on Minseok's lips.
"Why, yes, there is one as a matter of fact. Omega Prince Consort Kyungsoo is pregnant."
Joonmyun's eyes widened at the news, but the thought of having a nephew, of his little brother creating a life, stole all his breath and attention. Thoughts of Kyuhyun went away, replaced by thoughts of his brother's family, of a little Kim prince running around the castle whenever they visited. A part of Joonmyun recalled a passing dream before it faded.
"Call Jongin and Kyungsoo. Ask them to have dinner with me whenever they can. On second thought, schedule it on Sunday, when Jongdae can finally come out of his house." Joonmyun thought about it and nodded, smiling when he thought babies and children, of family.
"Would that be all, Your Highness?"
Joonmyun made to say more, he really did, but nothing would come to mind. "Yes, that's all for now. Thank you, Minseok."
Even when he dismissed Minseok to do as he commanded, the niggling thought that he'd forgotten something never quite left him. |
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