This is my first try at spicy scenes please excuse me,I'll learn more so I'll be better at writting
Side Story Five — Only Tonight
The apartment felt eerily quiet without Ryu.
No toys scattered on the floor.
No gentle lullabies hummed under someone’s breath.
And the electric buzz of longing that hung heavy in the air.
Ethan stood by the mirror, fussing with the collar of his shirt for the third time. It was nothing extravagant—just a sleek black button-up, sleeves rolled to his forearms—but he looked… different tonight.
Magnetic in that understated, commanding way Sangwoo always found himself drawn to, like a moth to a flame.
Behind him, Sangwoo leaned against the doorway, arms folded, his gaze unapologetically fixed on Ethan.
“…Are you done acting like you don’t know how irresistible you look?” Sangwoo murmured, his voice low and warm.
Ethan caught his eyes in the reflection, a faint smile playing on his lips.
“…Like you’re about to unravel me completely and leave me aching for more.”
Ethan’s smile deepened, soft but charged.
“…I’m in rut,” Sangwoo countered with a playful edge, stepping closer. “And your scent is pure temptation.”
Ethan let out a quiet chuckle, the sound rich and intimate, then turned to face him fully, his presence commanding even as an Omega.
“…You’re the one who started this,” he teased.
“…Going into rut just as my heat hits, driving me wild.”
Sangwoo sighed, a smirk tugging at his lips as his Alpha instincts stirred.
“…We’re a biological mess.”
“…We’re a beautiful disaster,” Ethan replied, his tone softer, eyes locking with Sangwoo’s.
They stood there for a heartbeat.
But the space between them pulsed with unspoken desire, a current too strong to ignore.
Sangwoo eased off the doorframe and crossed the room with deliberate slowness, stopping just close enough to feel Ethan’s warmth.
“…Feeling nervous?” he asked, his voice a gentle rumble.
Ethan tilted his head, considering, his gaze steady and intense.
Sangwoo’s lips curved into a tender smile.
“…Of every inch of you,” Ethan admitted, voice low and raw with feeling.
Sangwoo’s breath hitched slightly, the words stirring something deep within him. He reached out, fingers grazing Ethan’s wrist—soft at first—then intertwining with his hand, holding on like it was a lifeline.
“…You know,” Sangwoo whispered, “we used to have whole evenings to ourselves before Ryu.”
“…Dinners. Strolls. Pretending we fit into the ordinary world.”
“…We were never ordinary, love.”
They drifted to the couch together, drawn by an invisible thread. Sangwoo nestled closer, his shoulder pressed to Ethan’s chest, inhaling the familiar scent that always grounded him as an Alpha.
Except tonight, it didn’t soothe.
Tonight, it set his blood on fire, his need for his Omega burning through every nerve.
“…You’re so warm,” Sangwoo murmured, voice thick.
“…And you’re impossibly close,” Ethan teased, though his tone was laced with affection.
“…I’m in rut, indulge me.”
“…I’m in heat, indulge me too.”
Sangwoo let out a soft laugh, tilting his head back to meet Ethan’s gaze, his eyes shimmering with want.
“…You get so quiet when you’re like this,” he said gently.
“…Like you’re holding back a storm just for my sake.”
Ethan’s fingers brushed Sangwoo’s hair aside, lingering at the edge of his face with a tenderness that belied his dominant aura.
“…I am,” he confessed, voice a quiet growl of restraint.
Sangwoo’s expression melted with warmth.
“…You don’t need to,” he breathed, leaning into the touch.
But Ethan didn’t pull away.
Just let his hand rest at Sangwoo’s jaw, thumb tracing the line of it with slow, reverent care. Sangwoo pressed into the contact, his body responding instinctively.
“…You’ve missed me,” Ethan said, a quiet certainty in his tone.
“…Always,” Sangwoo replied with a faint, loving scoff.
“…You’ve been watching me like a hawk for days.”
“…That’s how I show I care, darling.”
“…You pouted when I was folding clothes.”
“…You smelled too divine doing it, I couldn’t help myself.”
Ethan’s laugh was softer now, intimate, as Sangwoo’s gaze flickered to his lips, then back to his eyes, hunger mingling with tenderness.
“…We should go out,” Sangwoo whispered, though the words felt hollow.
“…We’re not leaving this place tonight.”
They both felt the truth of it, a spark igniting into a slow-burning flame. Sangwoo reached up, fingers sliding along Ethan’s collar, not tugging—just holding, cherishing the connection.
“…We’ve earned this,” he murmured, voice raw with emotion.
Ethan’s hand slipped around his waist, drawing him near.
“…We have,” he agreed softly.
Sangwoo’s voice dipped to a whisper.
“…Just tonight,” he said.
“…No chaos. No duties. No weight. Just us.”
Ethan nodded, his eyes dark with promise.
Just slow, deep, a reunion of souls after too long apart. Ethan’s hand cradled the back of Sangwoo’s neck, grounding him as the kiss grew heavier, filled with unspoken devotion, a quiet storm of passion.
When they parted, Sangwoo rested his forehead against Ethan’s, breaths mingling, hearts racing in sync.
“…We owe the babysitter the world,” he muttered with a faint smile.
“…I’ll make sure they know.”
“…You’re too pleased with yourself.”
“…I’ve waited weeks to have you like this.”
“…And you adore it, my love.”
Ethan pressed another lingering kiss to Sangwoo’s lips, then a softer one to his temple, a silent vow.
“…Come closer,” he whispered, voice a velvet command.
He melted into Ethan fully, letting himself be held, letting the world fade until it was just the two of them, wrapped in a cocoon of longing and safety.
But the heat between them was undeniable, a rising tide. Sangwoo’s hands slid up Ethan’s chest, fingers tracing the lines of muscle beneath the fabric, while Ethan’s grip tightened on his hips, a silent plea for more.
“…I need you, Ethan,” Sangwoo breathed, his Alpha scent intensifying, rich and heady, calling to his mate.
“…I’m yours,” Ethan replied, voice low, submissive yet laced with that dominant edge that always drove Sangwoo to the brink.
They shed their barriers slowly, reverently, shirts slipping to the floor, skin brushing skin with electric tenderness. Sangwoo guided Ethan back against the couch, his Alpha presence commanding as he hovered over him, eyes drinking in the sight of his Omega—flushed, wanting, beautiful in his surrender. Ethan’s hands roamed Sangwoo’s back, pulling him closer, their bodies aligning with a shared hunger.
Sangwoo kissed down Ethan’s throat, tasting the warmth of his skin, the faint salt of desire, as Ethan tilted his head back with a soft gasp, yielding to his Alpha. Sangwoo’s fingers trailed lower, teasing at the waistband of Ethan’s pants before sliding them down, revealing the Omega’s aching need, slick already pooling, his body ready and open.
“…You’re perfect,” Sangwoo whispered, voice thick with adoration, as he freed himself, his Dick hard and heavy, the base already hinting at the knot to come.
Ethan’s eyes darkened with want, legs parting instinctively as Sangwoo settled between them, their breaths mingling. Sangwoo slicked his fingers with Ethan’s own wetness, easing them inside with slow, loving care, stretching him, preparing him with every gentle curl and thrust, drawing soft moans from Ethan’s lips.
“…Sangwoo, please,” Ethan murmured, voice trembling with need, hands clutching at Sangwoo’s shoulders.
“…I’ve got you, my love,” Sangwoo promised, aligning himself, the tip of his dick brushing against Ethan’s hole, teasing with aching slowness.
When he pushed in, it was with a tenderness that belied his Alpha strength, filling Ethan inch by inch, letting him feel every part of the connection. Ethan’s breath caught, a quiet whimper escaping as his body adjusted, welcoming Sangwoo deeper, their bond humming with shared heat. Sangwoo moved with deliberate rhythm, each thrust a declaration of love, his hands cradling Ethan’s face, their gazes locked.
“…You feel like home,” Sangwoo breathed, voice rough with emotion, as he angled himself to brush that spot inside Ethan that made him arch and gasp.
“…Don’t stop,” Ethan pleaded, legs wrapping around Sangwoo’s waist, pulling him closer, deeper.
Ethan led despite being the bottom.
The knot at Sangwoo’s base began to swell, catching slightly with each movement, a promise of unity. Ethan moaned softly, his body trembling as the knot stretched him further, locking them together in the most intimate embrace. Sangwoo slowed, rocking gently now, letting the knot bind them, his lips finding Ethan’s in a kiss that spoke of forever as waves of pleasure built between them.
“…I’m yours, always,” Sangwoo murmured against Ethan’s mouth, his knot pulsing as he neared his peak, filling Ethan with warmth.
“…Take me, all of me,” Ethan gasped, his own release crashing through him, body clenching around Sangwoo’s knot, drawing out every shudder of ecstasy.
Sangwoo followed, a low groan of devotion spilling from him as he spilled inside, the knot ensuring their connection, sealing their love in the heat of the moment. They stayed entwined, breaths ragged, hearts beating as one, Sangwoo’s weight a comforting shield over Ethan as they rode the afterglow, tied together in body and soul.
“…I’ll never get enough of you,” Sangwoo whispered, brushing a kiss to Ethan’s damp forehead.
“…Good, because I’m not letting you go,” Ethan replied, a tired, loving smile curving his lips.
Ethan asked for one more round, but Sangwoo’s stamina was that of an old man.
The night outside pressed on.
Inside, the world was just two souls who’d fought for each other—finally allowed, just for tonight, to lose themselves in a love that burned brighter than anything else.
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