The smell of honeycomb is so thick in the air Yeonjun doesn't understand how someone hasn't thrown open the door and caught them.
He's fending off the temptation the best he can, fighting the ache deep within his skull and digging the crescents of his nails into Beomgyu's hips so he doesn't cave in.
The pain seems to rile the omega, making him whine and squirm with need. His scent in the air spikes—sweet and sticky and seeking, desperate. It clings to his forehead in the form of sweat and musses at his fluffy hair, his whole body begging for the attention Yeonjun denies him.
The omega's not best pleased, voice high in complaint and doing everything he can to convince his partner to give him what he desires.
"Yeonjun, it hurts, please." Beomgyu whimpers against him, fingers wrapped tightly around the latter's shirt as he attempts to shove it upwards.
His alpha protests his ignorance, warning him to act in favour of Beomgyu's wants and to please the omega but Yeonjun's self-control decides otherwise, suppressing his own inclinations. He doesn't want Beomgyu to feel betrayed when he's in the right state of mind, and he'd hate to have taken advantage of him even if that wasn't his intention, so he clenches his teeth at the agony ignoring Beomgyu's wants causes and settles on appeasing the omega instead.
While Yeonjun is stuck in his thoughts, Beomgyu pushes the alpha's shirt up with an impatient hand and takes in the rippled muscle beneath Yeonjun's skin.
Delicately, he lets a finger swipe among them, his gaze zeroed in on the way the alpha's stomach clenches at his touches.
He's resisting, he wants this too. His omega quips.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Yeonjun jolts, surprised by the burning of Beomgyu's skin. He glances up at the younger, his face is wet with perspiration, sweat beading down his temple and clinging to his hair. Clear signs of heat that Yeonjun has only ever heard about, never witnessed.
He's a little scared, maybe even a lot, because the omega's running on his most basic urges (biological) and Yeonjun's worried he won't be able to fight off his own. If he gives in and hurts the omega–
No, he needs to try not to think like that.
"We can't." Yeonjun pushes Beomgyu's hand, along with his shirt, back down. His voice soft but stern. Though, he might as well of raised his voice by the way Beomgyu looks at him.
Beomgyu pouts at him with watery eyes, threatening to spill down his heated face and demand Yeonjun to help him through the aching in his gut. "Please," he chokes out, breath caught in the back of his throat, forcing itself out in a wet sob.
Yeonjun can't think negatively, he has to act. Act against every part of him telling him the omega wants him—and he wants the omega—and refuse him despite his insistence. It wouldn't be right. Beomgyu before the bond would've likely shot him in the foot rather than laid with Yeonjun, and he the same.
"You said we could," Beomgyu argues, hitting his head off Yeonjun's shoulder and running a hand down his bicep, tears wetting his shirt. Goose-bumps scatter across Yeonjun's skin under the younger's touch and he shivers to rid them, brain fuzzy from Beomgyu's effect on him.
"I said to go slow." Yeonjun clicks his tongue in a scolding manner and digs his fingertips gently into Beomgyu's skin to draw the omega's attention to his face rather than his body.
"Be patient." He can only rely on an omega's desire to please their alpha, hoping that because of it Beomgyu will listen to him and take things slow. Slow enough for Yeonjun get help without alerting Beomgyu of his true intentions.
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