𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚́𝐧 || 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥

Chapter 13

Seungcheol hadn’t expected Jeonghan to faint dead away when he orgasmed for the second time. His own release ebbed slowly as he caught the omega and eased him down onto the bed, curling his body protectively around him.

Jeonghan’s eyes fluttered open a few minutes later.

“Hey, there.” Seungcheol cupped his cheek. “Feeling okay?”

Confused blue eyes blinked at him before a lazy smile crossed Jeonghan’s face. “That was better than anything I’ve ever felt. They never told us about that in health class.”

Seungcheol chuckled. “No, I don’t suppose they did. Sleep for a bit; I think I’ve tired you out.”

Jeonghan didn’t need any more encouragement, cuddling against him as his eyes slipped closed. A few hours passed as Seungcheol dozed with the omega in his arms. He woke to an empty bed, on alert and sitting up until he heard water running in the bathroom. Jeonghan padded back inside a few minutes later, hovering nervously by the edge of the bed.

Seungcheol could tell just from his scent that his heat was in full swing.

“I need… Can we…”

“More sex?” Seungcheol offered. He wouldn’t make the anxious omega jump through hoops to ask for what he needed.

“Yes, please.”

He held out a hand, and Jeonghan took it, climbing onto the bed next to him.

“Could we…” The omega bit his lip, glancing down at his lap as his cheeks flushed.

“Jeonghan?” Seungcheol waited until the omega met his eyes. “If you want something, just ask. If it’s not something I can give, I’ll let you know. There’s no harm in asking.”

“Could we try it another way?”

“You mean like another position?”
Jeonghan nodded eagerly. “You behind me?”

Seungcheol grinned. He had been going to suggest that anyway, wanting to take some of the pressure off since he could see Jeonghan was starting to tire and they still had a ways to go.

“Sure, that we can do. Do you want to stretch out on your stomach or rest on your hands and knees?”

He left it up to Jeonghan and wasn’t surprised when the omega moved to his hands and knees. As positions went, it was a pretty typical depiction of an alpha and omega having sex: the alpha in the dominant position, the omega submissive on their knees. Of course, the real benefit of the position for an omega—which wasn’t highlighted often enough in Seungcheol’s opinion—was that it afforded the alpha easy access to the omega’s neck during sex. If ever there was an erogenous zone that needed attention, it was that one. And most people neglected it. Good thing Seungcheol wasn’t most people.

Jeonghan shivered a little when Seungcheol pressed his hips to the omega’s ass. He was already fully hard, his body reacting to everything from the sight of Jeonghan to the strength of his heat scent. But Seungcheol didn’t push into him, didn’t do anything but lean his body against the omega’s as his lips found the nape of Jeonghan’s neck. He gave it his full attention—licking, sucking, biting down gently—until he felt Jeonghan’s knees begin to shake. The gasps and moans were very gratifying, telling him exactly how much the omega enjoyed his attentions.

“That’s it. Doing so good for me,” Seungcheol murmured. He wrapped a hand around Jeonghan’s thigh, easing his knees wider, before he slowly sank into him. The tight heat of Jeonghan’s body felt as overwhelming as it had the first time.

He groaned and peppered kisses across Jeonghan’s shoulders and back, giving the omega time to get used to the new angle.

He knew Jeonghan was ready when the omega’s hips jerked back, taking Seungcheol deeper.

“Impatient, aren’t you?” he teased, as he eased out.

He heard Jeonghan’s sharp intake of breath a second before he thrust in. Now that he knew what the omega could handle and could feel his need growing, he risked being just a bit rougher. Faster, stronger thrusts, letting the omega feel some of that pent-up power that all alphas had.

Jeonghan loved it. He became more vocal with each thrust, pushing back toward Seungcheol, meeting each snap of the alpha’s hips. When his arms and legs began to shake again, fine tremors that told Seungcheol how close he was to orgasm, Seungcheol redoubled his efforts. He kissed Jeonghan’s neck, one hand wrapped low on his stomach, his fingers teasing the omega’s cock. He came first, grunting out his release with short, sharp thrusts. Jeonghan was a split second later, going quiet and still against him before sinking down to lie flat on the bed. Seungcheol crashed out beside him, thoroughly spent. It had been a long time since he’d had a release that powerful. He nuzzled Jeonghan’s cheek, one hand splayed across his back, as he gently tried to bring the omega back from sensory overload.

After a few minutes, Jeonghan huffed out a laugh. “They never said. Never.”

“Never said what?”

“That it would be this good.”

Seungcheol kissed his shoulder. “Nothing less than you deserve.”

He coaxed Jeonghan onto his side so he could watch his face as the omega drifted to sleep. The bone-deep contentment was so clear to see that it was almost painful. Seungcheol knew it was going to hurt like hell to leave Jeonghan behind, to break from him. But as hard as he was sure it would be, he was just as certain that he had to. He had a path laid out for him. And there was no space in it for someone so pure and good. Jeonghan needed more—deserved more—than the life Seungcheol could give him. He just hoped the omega would see it the same way.