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Kibum’s heat wasn’t supposed to start today, but it did.
A hormonal disorder. The doctor had said it could happen, now that he was taking those strange medications meant to help him get pregnant. MinHo and him had wanted a baby for months, so after trying everything, they decided it was worth the risk. They had a stable relationship, after all: They were mates, bonded, with a connection stronger than most. So, no, there was nothing to worry about.
Except that the heat had started at the office. During peak work hours.
Kibum locked himself in the bathroom.
He felt too hot, too wet. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and his heart was racing a thousand beats per minute. He pulled out his phone with trembling hands, searching for his husband’s contact with nervous speed.
The name “Ming” popped up before his eyes.
«Please come to the third-floor bathroom. Bring suppressants.»
And then:
«I think it came early. I need you. I’m in heat.»
Kibum sighed, letting himself slide down with his back against the wall until his legs found the floor. The message showed as “read” and Kibum simply waited for the best-case scenario: his husband arriving soon enough to find him still sane and, more importantly, before any other alpha could catch the scent of his growing arousal.
(⋯)
MinHo arrived running, breathless and sweating, maybe because of the long black leather coat he was wearing. He froze in place when he found the bathroom empty and silent, fearing for a second that his boyfriend had left or that some other alpha had found him before he did. He closed the door behind him and locked it, just in case.
“Bammie?”
He could smell Kibum’s deep chocolate scent, mixed with a hint of alcohol that always showed up when he was trying to invite him to... well, to take him. But that could happen even if he wasn’t there anymore, because of the heat. The scent wouldn’t disappear right away, he thought, but then a little sound convinced him that his husband was still there, locked in one of the stalls.
“Alpha.”
It was a tearful, needy moan. MinHo tensed up hearing it.
He walked to the closed door where the sound had come from and, after opening it carefully and very slowly, found his husband sitting on the floor against the toilet, one leg bent and the other stretched out, his arm resting over his knee. MinHo felt dizzy, not only because the scent of boozy chocolate had intensified, but because of Kibum’s flushed cheeks and dilated pupils staring at him.
“Bammie. Are you okay? I brought the su—”
“I don’t want them.” His boy interrupted, standing up shakily from the floor and walking toward him.
MinHo stepped back on reflex, until his hips bumped against the sink and he had nowhere else to go. Kibum’s hands reached him then, taking their time as they slid up MinHo’s torso from his waistband to his chest, which was slightly visible now that the first two buttons of his shirt had come undone. Kibum purred.
“I want you.”
Shit. MinHo knew he shouldn’t. Not here, not now. But Kibum’s scent was flooding his lungs, thick and heady, clouding his thoughts and reason and honestly, he didn’t want to say no.
But they were at the office, for fuck’s sake. What if someone knocked? What if someone heard?
He cupped his husband’s flushed face with both hands, noticing how hot his skin was. He had to bite his lip to hold himself back when he heard him whimper at the contact.
“My love, we can’t... not here. Let me take you home, we can do it there, okay?”
But God, his mate didn’t look like he had any intention of waiting. His legs buckled for a second and MinHo had to catch him by the waist to keep him from falling, pressing their hips together in the process.
He sighed.
Kibum’s erection rubbed up against his through the fabric of their work pants, and for a moment, MinHo was ready to throw all logic out the window and fuck him right there against the sink.
But no. He still had a shred of self-control left, unlike his omega, whose only instinct right now was to be touched by him.
He sighed again.
“Bammie…”
“Please.”
Kibum whimpered. He lifted his face, and MinHo’s chest tightened at the sight of his soft brown eyes looking up at him, glassy and trembling. He looked like he was on the verge of tears.
“It hurts…”
Fuck, fuck. His boy was always persuasive, even when he wasn’t grinding shamelessly against his thigh, desperate for relief in the middle of the office bathroom. Even when he wasn’t looking up at him with tears in his eyes.
MinHo growled.
He grabbed Kibum by the hips and lifted him onto the sink, positioning himself between his legs. His hands went straight to his belt, unfastening it with urgency. Kibum smiled and licked his lips in anticipation.
“Fuck me.”
“Not yet, baby.”
Kibum pouted. Why was his alpha rejecting him? Why tease him like this and then pull away, saying he wouldn’t—?
Silence. His thoughts were cut off when MinHo’s lips claimed his. Kibum moaned into his mouth, arms locking around his alpha’s neck.
He tasted good. And smelled even better, honestly. Like fresh coffee and cedarwood.
They pulled apart for air. MinHo freed his erection from his pants, then Kibum’s. The omega’s mouth watered as he watched his mate wrap one hand around both of their cocks.
“Ming?”
“I hope this will be enough for you.”
And he started stroking them. Together.
Kibum cried out, throwing his head back. MinHo quickly covered his mouth with his free hand.
“God…”
His husband’s cock was so hot, pulsing with need against his own, so hard that it actually hurt. MinHo hissed when the precum leaking from Kibum’s tip trickled down onto his own, slicking them both up just enough. It felt fucking incredible, every throb of Kibum’s arousal vibrating against him.
The hand covering his mouth loosened slightly and Kibum whimpered:
“More… MinHo, more.”
So MinHo picked up the pace. They moaned in sync.
Kibum watched their cocks moving together with something close to devotion. At one point, his shirt slipped in the way and blocked his view, so he grabbed it and bit down on the fabric, holding it between his teeth just to keep watching without interruption. He felt so close he could barely keep quiet.
MinHo leaned in to kiss him again, not stopping the motion of his hand. At least this way, he could muffle his mate’s cries against his mouth. Kibum melted under him.
The mix of scent and obscene sounds filled the bathroom faster than either of them had expected. All they could feel was each other’s need, each other’s heat, and the wet slapping of skin and lube-slicked precum echoing across the cold tile room. Neither of them had ever imagined that a public bathroom could feel so… exciting.
Kibum began to whimper, short and ragged. MinHo’s breathing caught in his throat.
They were both close.
The hand that had once silenced Kibum now gripped his thigh, fingers digging in to ground himself. Not that it would help much; He wasn’t going to last either. MinHo looked at his mate: eyes half-lidded, shirt clutched between his teeth, blush painted high on his cheeks, and smiled, overwhelmed at the fact that he was all his. Every part of him.
“You’re so beautiful…” he whispered, lowering his mouth to nibble on his mate’s earlobe. Kibum didn’t complain. “So mine…”
And that was enough to send the omega over the edge.
MinHo felt the sudden wetness in his palm, Kibum’s entire body trembling, his moans sharp and unmistakable. A few more strokes and MinHo followed, spilling over Kibum’s bare stomach with a growl low in his throat.
His head was spinning, but probably not as much as Kibum’s. When he finally caught his breath and got into his senses, he reached for a paper towel from the wall dispenser.
He cleaned his mate gently, careful not to touch too much and accidentally trigger another wave of need. Kibum looked exhausted, clinging to his shoulders with sleepy eyes.
“Alpha…” he called softly.
MinHo found it funny that he was still calling him that, even after coming. It wasn’t like him. He smiled to himself.
“Yeah?”
“When are you starting the second round?”
The alpha froze.
Second round? Had the heat not subsided yet?
He looked Kibum in the eyes and found a tired but playful expression. He smiled, relieved to realize he was just teasing him.
Or… well, at least for now.
“Let me get you home first, and we can consider it once we’re there.”
Kibum made a small sound of agreement, distracted and still riding the last waves of pleasure from his orgasm. MinHo tossed the used towel in the trash, adjusted both of their clothes properly, and picked him up in his arms.
He walked out of the bathroom as quietly as possible, praying they’d make it to the elevator without running into any coworkers.
Thankfully, they did.
Kibum nuzzled his nose against MinHo’s neck as the elevator doors closed.
“MinHo?”
The alpha ran his hand gently through his hair to show he was listening. Kibum pressed in closer to his neck, more specifically to the spot where his scent was strongest.
“You smell good.”
Maybe those meds were working even better than they’d expected. At this rate, Kibum might end up pregnant a lot sooner than they’d planned.