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LEE SUNGJONG / DORM TRI

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The cigarette that had been warming his lips gets discarded in favor of something tastier. The gently burning stick falls forgotten to the dirty ground, rolling a few inches as it hits the uneven pavement at his feet. Its place on the city floor gives meaning to its abandonment, showing that its replacement will be there to outlast beyond any need of its fumes returning to his throat. As it is, he shares the remnants of its warmth with the one that he means to take warmth from. 

A hand tangled in the omega’s hair holds the younger one steady. Even if its not desired, Jaejoong’s kiss is firm on the omega’s mouth, an unrelenting closure that doesn’t show signs of giving soon. A better alpha would likely feel some sort of guilt for using such strength on an omega, for using their biology against them while he kept a hand on their body. But this is Jaejoong, and he finds something fulfilling in the pressure of control needed to keep the omega like a captive under his lips. 

He doesn’t use his teeth, and despite their insistence his lips are almost soft. His mouth is unyielding, his tongue slipping in to taste and take more of the younger’s breath, but there’s an insnaring draw in the kiss as well. Its a heavy possessiveness, one that probably flicker’s in the omega’s consciousness as danger, because a fight to move away from Jaejoong is resumed. Not having attained his fill yet though, Jaejoong just grips tighter at the omega’s hair with one hand, the other firm in its hold on the slender waist. The tug in the omega’s hair though must have been harsher than Jaejoong thought it to be, because before he knows it, he only has to dip down a little to find his mouth fitting around the flesh of the younger’s neck. 

Coming back to himself, Jaejoong finally pulls away, wondering if he’d lost himself and bitten down. There doesn’t seem to be any sign of a mark though, but the light around them is dim, hard to see by even in their eyes, and Jaejoong moves the hand from the omega’s waist up to his throat, fingers searching out for imprints of teeth. The omega’s pulse is running wild, and at the touch of his fingers, their breath comes in unsteady and frantic rushes. Raising his gaze upwards from that neck, Jaejoong looks into the omega’s frightened eyes, and perhaps its something like guilt he feels, because Jaejoong lets his hand slide from their hair. 

The omega takes advantage of it, and ducking around Jaejoong with a clumsy shove of a shoulder into the alpha’s side, he runs. 

Turning, Jaejoong watches the omega go. Kids like that didn’t belong in places like this, so Jaejoong doesn’t follow. He’s fairly certain after all, that if the omega came here alone once, that in time he’d return. 

Until then, Jaejoong will just return to his cigarettes.