Royal Misconception | HEEHOON

Consequences

Everything felt hot. Sunghoon felt like he was dying, trapped between an extreme want and disgust. He wanted someone to touch him while also knowing he’d break down crying if anyone even attempted to. His nest was his safe space, constructed only with Heeseung’s clothes and sheets. Frustration built up inside him as he struggled with his dress, his hands tugging and trying to get it off to no avail.

As all this took place, Heeseung remained standing by the door, too anxious to do anything more than shifting quietly in his place. Sunghoon whined and huffed, never looking over at Heeseung, almost as if he didn’t know he was there. Heeseung was fine with that, it meant Sunghoon trusted him enough to be in the room despite what he’d gone through not even an hour ago. For the moment, Heeseung was keeping his anger at bay, just to avoid Sunghoon feeling in danger. Giyoon should really be glad Sunghoon’s heat started and had gotten Heeseung busy, because he would not be living a day longer than it.

Eventually, Sunghoon stopped shuffling around, seemingly giving up. This was the exact moment he decided to look directly at Heeseung with tear-stained cheeks and pouting lips. Heeseung braced himself for whatever he may say.

“A-alpha… help…” he extended one arm towards Heeseung, demanding him to get closer.

Heeseung hesitated, shuffling back and forth until Sunghoon sniffled one more time. As much as he wanted to respect Sunghoon’s space, he knew there were things he needed to do. He’d do anything Sunghoon asked him to, and he’d back off if Sunghoon wanted him to. He could manage that. He could handle it.

Once Heeseung helped Sunghoon out of his dress, Sunghoon felt like he could breathe a little better. The air wasn’t as suffocating any longer and some of the tension in his body eased. This was all amplified by the soft accidental touches from Heeseung’s fingers. Sunghoon wasn’t sure why, but he needed Heeseung pressed against him. Horny and all, Sunghoon didn’t particularly feel like relieving himself. He was content being surrounded by Heeseung’s scent and he could only assume he’d feel that much better if Heeseung himself was wrapped around him. He wanted his alpha around him.

When Heeseung attempted to walk away, Sunghoon grabbed him by his shirt, effectively stopping him. Weakly, Sunghoon tugged on the shirt and silently demanded for Heeseung to get in the nest as well. If he were conscious, Sunghoon would have been slightly embarrassed over his nakedness and overall excitement. But he wasn’t, at the moment, he could only think of satisfying his needs and wants and nothing else crossed his mind.

There was again some hesitation from Heeseung to move, but he followed along much more easily this time. He carefully positioned himself behind Sunghoon and cautiously hugged him. He pressed Sunghoon’s body against him and held him close, fighting off the growing need in him to just fuck the omega senseless. He couldn’t do that to Sunghoon at the moment; he would not do anything Sunghoon didn’t explicitly ask him to. Even if that meant ignoring his painfully hard dick for three days straight.

Sunghoon wasted no time snuggling closer to Heeseung, breathing in his scent and relaxing against him. He suddenly felt drained and dizzy, like he’d used up all his energy. In seconds, he’d fallen asleep, comforted by Heeseung’s warmth and scent and lulled by the beating of his heart. He had no doubt he was safe.

On the other hand, Heeseung was hyperaware and tense. He couldn’t allow himself to fall asleep in case Sunghoon needed anything. He couldn’t sleep, too worried someone may try to enter the room and take Sunghoon from him. He could not allow himself to rest until he was certain nothing would happen to Sunghoon.

Whenever Sunghoon appeared to be agitated in his sleep, Heeseung would rock him softly and hum a quiet melody to calm him down. Whenever Sunghoon would wake up, Heeseung would get him food and water. Whenever Sunghoon was hit by the worst part of his heat, Heeseung would hold him as Sunghoon moaned and fucked himself with one of the toys Heeseung had gotten for him. Whenever Sunghoon woke up shaking and crying from a nightmare, Heeseung would kiss his head and shush him delicately, promising he’d always be safe and protected.