Run Away | Jinkook ✓

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Dark eyes traveled the length of Jungkook's body, the trip agonizingly slow, taking in every single inch, every feature, all of the ways they had changed. Becoming familiar once more with it all, committing in to memory and reawakening what had once been there. Had he ever really taken the time to do this before? He couldn't recall.

Everything about Jungkook had always been perfect beyond measure. Hard lines and defined muscles and unmatched strength, all of it screaming that he was an unparalleled alpha. How any omega was meant to resist him was truly beyond Seokjin's grasp. Especially when his gaze dropped and landed on the thick hard cock that stood proudly at attention between his legs and he could actually feel his mouth begin to water. How was it even possible for someone to only grow more attractive with age? Because Jungkook had somehow gotten even more devastating after thirty.

Or maybe it was the multitude of other things that filtered between them. All of the emotions that they both held deep within their hearts. Love that was never able to be fully explored. Passion that hadn't nearly been drawn upon enough. A spiritual sort of connection that sparked within them created by their son. Either way, all it took was one look to suddenly be just as desperate at his alpha.

Tugging his shirt over his head, he tossed it in some unknown direction, not truly caring where it landed. He wasn't going to have much need of it anyway. Fingers went to the snap of his jeans, silently cursing his constant need to wear them so tight. A groan came from the bed, head snapping up in time to catch the alpha wrap his large hand around the base of his cock and stroke.

"Alpha." It was gentle, the absolute perfect submissive omega tone that had the alphas stopping without hesitation. "Wait for me."

"Can't." But his fingers didn't move, just squeezed at the base where his knot was already starting to form. He had done literally everything he could to hold his rut at bay once he knew Seokjin was on his way. But from the beginning of pre-rut to the full intensity was usually less than twenty four hours and he was definitely wavering past that.

"Alpha." A little bit more commanding now, followed by the sound of his jeans hitting the floor. "Look at me. Look at your omega."

How looking at Seokjin was supposed to keep him from touching himself he'd never honestly know. Because when he finally forced his eyes opened and up, he was greeted with the sight of his omega standing there, wearing absolutely nothing and slick dripping uninterrupted down both his thighs.

How he was supposed to stop when said omega lifted a leg to climb into the bed, slowly crawling from the foot and up between his legs, spreading them further until thick thighs frame his body and all he had to do was arch his back just right to angle his mouth down to the awaiting cock, taking the head between his lips and sucking.

And god he was going to come embarrassingly fast. He had tried to keep himself from touching, but the heat and desire had been unbearable. Still, it had been hours since he's given in, and it was long over due. Which was why it took nothing more than that beautiful tongue swirling across the head and dipping into his slit for explode.

Seokjin took it all somehow. Despite having absolutely no more experience than he had the last time. Maybe it was his omega instincts taking over, guiding him to perfectly please their alpha.

He kept sucking, bobbing his head slowly, taking Jungkook deeper and deeper until he knocked against the back of his throat. Somehow he remembered that he had to relax it, to take a deep breath in through his nose before letting the length slide inside.

His pussy was throbbing between his legs, clit swollen and so incredibly ready to be touched and played with. His own hand snaked between them, flicking against it and moaning with the sensation.