𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤, Beomjun

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The want in his veins has him acting fast, because the faster he has the striped shirt on, the faster he has Yeonjun's lips against his skin. It doesn't matter where really, on his neck, his jawline, his eyelashes, his lips-

Beomgyu would greet it all with zero complaints, but probably with needy little noises he would've never dreamed of making for an alpha, especially not Yeonjun. But this Yeonjun: Hot, dazed, caring... Past him is an idiot because Beomgyu would make all the noises Yeonjun wants and more.

So, filled with eagerness to have the alpha's lips on him, he pushes his arms into the oversized sleeves of Yeonjun's shirt and flies forward. He seizes the back of the alpha's neck and allows himself to fall backwards, taking the alpha with him.

The way Yeonjun hovers above him-arms bracketing him and faces so close he can feel his hot, minty breath against him sendsa wave of electricity crackling through his skin, Beomgyu doesn't know how God expects anyone to resist temptation. Not if they come in any forms similar to Yeonjun. Beomgyu would give in and sin even if it meant damning all of humanity for the rest of eternity.

He lets out a high-pitched noise he wasn't sure came from his lungs and stares at the alpha he has his arms looped around. The pretty boy staring back at him with a satisfied smirk.

Yeonjun chuckles, "You always so needy Beomgyu?" Running his hands along Beomgyu's skin that prickles under his touch.

Surely he knows what effect he has on Beomgyu, and if he didn't from looking alone, the scent thickening the air is a dead giveaway.

But Beomgyu's isn't the only scent polluting the air like large emissions of Carbon Dioxide, Yeonjun's is too. And it envelopes Beomgyu's body like the kiss of sun on a crisp summer's day at the park.

"I can smell it on you too," Beomgyu counters, shuddering under the elder's touch because the alpha wants him too. He can smell it.

He wonders if Yeonjun likes his scent as much as he likes Yeonjun's. Does Yeonjun want to sweep his tongue across his skin to savour every inch of his sugar-coated scent? Will his desire increase if Beomgyu arches, or begs, or runs his hands up Yeonjun the way he does to him?

It can't be one-sided. Something as simple as this can't feel this good and be one-sided. Stuff like this one feels heavenly when there's emotion in it-shared emotion.

Yeonjun doesn't deny Beomgyu's accusation. Instead he basically admits it, laughing through his nose like he wasn't trying to hide it anyway. He runs his hand down Beomgyu's side, who closes his eyes and bites his bottom lip to hold back a shiver, and rests his hand on their place at Beomgyu's hips.

"I have a right to be," Yeonjun states in a voice that sounds far away. When Beomgyu opens his eyes, he finds Yeonjun's are roaming over his body slowly, soaking in every detail he wants to commit to memory.

The butterflies in Beomgyu's chest once again burst and the critters escape in a frenzy, battering against his rip cage and threatening to rip out his stomach. It's overwhelming, almost nauseating.

"Look at you, Beomgyu." Yeonjun levels his face with Beomgyu's again. He watches as the alpha takes in his bare chest and face, cheeks flushing red under the intent gaze. "You're beautiful," the alpha says with breathless certainty, right as his eyes meet Beomgyu's.

Beomgyu has to hold his breath from the statement, taken back by how easily Yeonjun said it. Surprised with how it looks like he really meant it too. A whine he fails to hold back for long slips past his lips and he hikes his leg up Yeonjun's side, feeling himself slicken up from the compliment alone. The scent in the air sweetening.