kcyn:
“Why?” he asks, voice gravelly, pitched low, betraying the desire thrumming through his veins. Each intake of air sits heavy in his lungs—unable to expel the scent of the Omega before him. Unwilling. He doesn’t want to. Sehun surrounds him, whispering against his skin like an invisible caress and Kayn really wants to coat himself in the aroma. Never wanted anything more. “Why didn’t you fuck with them?” He has to know, it could affect the outcome of whatever the fuck this is. Might change things between them to irreparable levels. If Sehun doesn’t fuck with Alpha’s, why’s he bothering with Kayn? His hands clutch at the others elbows as he’s backed toward the bed without a single utterance of protest. It’s not like he doesn’t want this too. He does. His body reveals as much while his lower abdomen is exposed to the chill of the room. The air is so hot and thick right between their bodies, Kayn didn’t even notice the slight nip to the breeze, filtering in through the open window until his stomach is bared. Shivering just a touch, he unconsciously begins rubbing the length of Sehun’s impressive biceps, hanging on every word that leaves his mouth. A mouth he wants—no, needs—to kiss. To claim. Lips, he longs to bruise with his own. Swallowing hard, he inches nearer to the Omega, closing the distance between them as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He’s practically inhaling the air that leaves Sehun’s throat as their lips finally touch. The contact drags a sharp gasp from his chest, followed by an elongated moan—deep, rich and filled with want. Sehun tastes better than he could ever have imagined as his tongue languidly laves the crease of the other’s mouth, begging for entrance while both hands scramble to shuck that towel from the Omega’s slender waist.
Sehun lets out a noise, something between a whine and a groan. “You want to talk about other alphas right now?” Drags Kayn’s shirt higher, touches the warm, hot and hard skin beneath his palm and spreads his fingers wide. Groans at the way his body reacts --- wet and wanting, keening so fucking hard he feels it in his teeth. Eyes darting up to Kayn’s, Sehun licks his lips and presses closer. Feels heady in the way he can just push Kayn back to the bed. “Just want you. Isn’t that enough?” Knees hit the mattress just as Kayn touches him and Sehun------ Sehun’s more wired than he thought, because his lips feel so full, untouched, and red red red that they ache and when Kayn finally --- fucking finally --- inches forward with a kiss, Sehun’s mostly there himself, ready to catch. Drags his tongue against the plushness, revels in the soft give, flexes his hands against the hard press of Kayn’s abs and crowds him down with an impatient shove. Sehun’s quick. As soon as Kayn’s on his back, Sehun’s got his thighs around his, bracketing him against the comforter as he chases Kayn’s with his mouth. The towel’s loose, barely even on, and Sehun shucks Kayn’s shirt up to his armpits. “Get this off,” he demands, nipping with his teeth. Sehun drags his hips across the Kayn’s thigh and hisses at the friction of Kayn’s pants against his cock. Wants to grind against something else. Gasping, he leans away to nose down Kayn’s neck, fingers trembling when he drops his hands and thumbs at a waistband.
















