The dimly lit bar pulsed with the low hum of conversation and the clink of glasses, a haze of cigarette smoke curling through the air like whispered secrets. Neon lights flickered overhead, casting erratic shadows across the wooden counter where Taeyong nursed a half-empty whiskey, his slender fingers tracing the rim of the glass. As an omega in heat's subtle grip, he felt the warmth building low in his belly, a restless itch that drew him out tonight despite the crowded chaos. The place was packed—bodies pressed close in the humid warmth, laughter and bass-heavy music vibrating through the floorboards. Taeyong shifted on his stool, his dark hair falling softly over his eyes, trying to ignore the way scents mingled in the air, alphas and betas alike brushing too near.

Across the room, Yuta's gaze locked onto him like a predator spotting prey amid the throng. Tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp features etched in the bar's amber glow, Yuta moved through the crowd with effortless confidence, his alpha pheromones cutting through the haze like a blade. He'd noticed Taeyong the moment he walked in—the subtle flush on his cheeks, the way his body leaned just a fraction toward the bar's edge, vulnerable and inviting. Yuta's lips curved into a knowing smile as he approached, sliding onto the stool beside him without a word. The omega's scent hit him then, sweet and needy, stirring something primal in his chest.

"Hey," Yuta murmured, his voice a low rumble that cut through the din, leaning in close enough for Taeyong to feel the heat radiating from his body. Taeyong glanced up, startled, his wide eyes meeting Yuta's intense stare. There was no room for retreat in the crowded space; Yuta's arm brushed against his, a deliberate graze of fabric and skin that sent a shiver racing down Taeyong's spine. The alpha's breath was warm against his ear, carrying the faint spice of cologne mixed with something darker, more commanding.

Before Taeyong could respond, Yuta closed the distance, his hand cupping the back of the omega's neck with firm gentleness. Their lips met in a kiss that started slow—soft pressure, the taste of whiskey lingering on Taeyong's mouth—but Yuta deepened it quickly, tongue teasing the seam of his lips, demanding entry. Taeyong's breath hitched, his body tensing in surprise, but he didn't pull away. The world narrowed to the slick slide of mouths, the rough stubble grazing his chin, the way Yuta's fingers tightened just enough to hold him there. Heat bloomed in Taeyong's core, confusing and electric, his omega instincts warring with the flicker of hesitation.

Yuta pulled back first, his thumb brushing Taeyong's lower lip, eyes dark with satisfaction. "See? You wanted that," he said softly, his tone laced with certainty, as if stating an undeniable fact. The words hung between them, ambiguous and warm, wrapping around Taeyong like smoke. The kiss had been the line crossed, the first lean-in that Yuta now claimed as permission, his gaze holding the omega's with unyielding confidence.

Taeyong's heart pounded, his lips tingling from the contact, but a protest bubbled up, soft and uncertain. "I... wait, I didn't—"

Yuta's smile didn't falter; he leaned in again, closer, his voice a soothing murmur. "Shh, it's okay. You leaned into it too, remember? That's all it takes." The statement was vague, twisting the moment into something shared, something Taeyong couldn't quite refute in the haze of his arousal.

Taeyong froze, his body going still under Yuta's touch, uncertainty rooting him to the spot as the alpha's hand slid to his waist, possessive and steady.

Taeyong's mind reeled, the words echoing in his ears like a half-remembered dream. He had leaned in? The memory blurred—the press of bodies in the crowd, the heat of Yuta's mouth, the traitorous spark that had kept him from shoving away. His pulse thrummed in his throat, a frantic rhythm against the alpha's steady gaze. Yuta's hand at his waist felt like an anchor, warm and unyielding, fingers splaying possessively over the thin fabric of his shirt, tracing the curve of his hip with deliberate slowness. The bar's noise faded to a dull roar, the world shrinking to the alpha's spiced scent wrapping around him, thick and intoxicating, stirring the omega's heat into a low, insistent ache.

"You feel it, don't you?" Yuta whispered, his breath ghosting over Taeyong's flushed cheek, lips brushing the shell of his ear in a tease that sent shivers cascading down his spine. "That pull. It's not just me—it's us. You didn't say no because you didn't want to." The words were velvet-soft, laced with a certainty that made Taeyong's protest die on his tongue. He opened his mouth to argue, to insist it was a mistake, but doubt crept in like fog, clouding his thoughts. Had he really hesitated so long? The kiss replayed in fragments: his own lips parting just a fraction, his body softening under the alpha's touch. Yuta's thumb circled lazily at his side, a soothing rhythm that belied the firm grip, as if coaxing the truth from his skin.

Taeyong's breath caught, his body rigid on the stool, fingers curling tightly around his glass until his knuckles whitened. The whiskey's burn lingered on his tongue, mixing with the phantom taste of Yuta's kiss—salty, demanding, alive. He wanted to pull back, to stand and flee into the crowd, but his limbs felt heavy, pinned by the weight of those ambiguous assurances. Yuta's eyes held his, dark and unwavering, a silent command to accept the narrative being woven around them. The alpha leaned closer, his chest brushing Taeyong's arm, the heat of him seeping through layers of clothing like a promise of more.

"It's confusing at first," Yuta continued, his voice a low murmur that vibrated through Taeyong's chest, intimate amid the bar's chaos. "But you know deep down what you need. That little sigh you let out? That's your body saying yes." He tilted his head, studying Taeyong's face with predatory patience, his free hand rising to tuck a stray lock of dark hair behind the omega's ear, fingers lingering to trace the sensitive line of his jaw. The touch was gentle, almost tender, but it carried an undercurrent of control, guiding Taeyong's gaze back to his own. Doubt flickered in the omega's eyes, a vulnerability that made Yuta's pulse quicken, his alpha instincts surging with the thrill of unraveling that innocence.

Taeyong swallowed hard, his throat dry despite the drink, the words tangling in his mind like thorns. He didn't sigh—did he? The memory twisted under Yuta's calm insistence, the alpha's scent flooding his senses, sweetening the air with notes of pine and musk that made his heat clench low in his belly. His body betrayed him with a subtle shift, thighs pressing together against the growing warmth, and Yuta noticed, his smile deepening into something knowing, triumphant. "There," Yuta said softly, his hand sliding up to cup Taeyong's chin, tilting it up with gentle insistence. "See? You're already relaxing into it. Good boy—just let it happen."

The praise hit like a spark, igniting something deep and forbidden in Taeyong's core, a flush creeping up his neck as confusion warred with an unwelcome thrill. He froze deeper, muscles locking as if movement might shatter the fragile illusion Yuta was building. The bar's lights flickered overhead, casting Yuta's sharp features in stark relief, his expression one of patient ownership. Taeyong's heart hammered, vulnerability stretching taut between them, his omega nature whispering submission even as his mind screamed for clarity.

Yuta's grip tightened just a fraction on his chin, not painful but firm, drawing him imperceptibly closer until their foreheads nearly touched. "We're not done here," he murmured, the words a velvet command laced with promise. "Come with me—somewhere quieter. You need this as much as I do." His other hand at Taeyong's waist urged him up, a subtle pull that brooked no real resistance, guiding the omega's body with the ease of someone who had already claimed victory.

Taeyong's feet hit the floor unevenly, his balance off-kilter in the haze, but he followed, hesitantly yielding to the alpha's lead through the throng of bodies. Yuta's arm wrapped around his shoulders now, possessive and shielding, steering him toward the dim exit where the night air beckoned like a darker unknown.

The cool night air hit Taeyong like a slap as they stepped out of the bar, sharp and sobering against his flushed skin, but it did little to clear the fog in his mind. Yuta's arm remained draped over his shoulders, heavy and unyielding, guiding him down the dimly lit sidewalk where streetlamps cast long shadows over cracked pavement. The alpha's body heat pressed close, a constant reminder of the kiss that still burned on Taeyong's lips, the taste of it mingling with the distant hum of traffic and the faint, acrid scent of exhaust. Taeyong's legs moved on autopilot, each step hesitant, his sneakers scuffing softly against the ground as doubt clawed at him. Why was he following? The question echoed, unanswered, drowned out by the steady thrum of Yuta's heartbeat against his side.

Yuta didn't speak at first, letting the silence stretch, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Taeyong's upper arm—light enough to soothe, firm enough to claim. The omega's heat simmered beneath his skin, a insistent pulse that made his thighs clench with every brush of fabric, his body betraying the turmoil in his thoughts. They turned a corner into a quieter alley, the bar's noise fading to a muffled pulse behind them, and Yuta finally broke the quiet with a low chuckle, his voice warm and assured. "You're doing so well already, just coming with me like this. See? Your body's smarter than your head right now." The praise slithered into Taeyong's ear, sweet and insidious, sparking a traitorous warmth in his chest that made him duck his head, cheeks burning.

Taeyong's breath came in shallow bursts, the vulnerability from the bar clinging to him like damp clothes, Yuta's earlier words looping endlessly: You leaned into it. You didn't say no. He wanted to argue, to plant his feet and demand they stop, but the alpha's presence loomed too large, his scent wrapping around Taeyong like invisible chains, rich with alpha dominance that tugged at his omega instincts. They reached a sleek black car parked under a flickering light, and Yuta maneuvered him against the passenger door, one hand planting on the frame above Taeyong's head, caging him in without effort. The metal was cool against Taeyong's back, a stark contrast to Yuta's radiating warmth, his free hand sliding down to grip the omega's hip, thumb pressing into the soft give of flesh through denim.

"You look so lost, but that's okay," Yuta murmured, his face inches away, breath fanning hot over Taeyong's neck. "I'll show you the way. Open the door, good boy—let's get you somewhere you can relax." The command was soft, almost coaxing, but laced with that unshakeable certainty, his fingers digging in just enough to bruise the edge of Taeyong's hip, a possessive mark hidden from view. Taeyong's hand trembled as he fumbled for the handle, the click of the lock echoing in the alley like a concession, his body yielding even as his mind reeled. He slid into the leather seat, the material cool and smooth against his thighs, and Yuta followed suit on the driver's side, the car door shutting with a finality that made Taeyong's pulse spike.

The engine roared to life, a low growl that vibrated through the seats, and Yuta pulled out smoothly, one hand on the wheel while the other reached over to rest on Taeyong's thigh, high enough to send heat flooding to his core. The city lights blurred past the windows, streaks of neon painting Taeyong's pale skin in fleeting colors, but he barely noticed, frozen in the passenger seat with uncertainty rooting him still. Yuta's touch was steady, fingers squeezing rhythmically, each press coaxing a subtle shift in Taeyong's posture, drawing him open like a flower to the sun. "That's it," Yuta said, glancing over with a smile that didn't reach the predatory glint in his eyes. "Just breathe. You're safe with me—safer than you've ever been."

They didn't drive far; minutes later, the car slowed outside a nondescript apartment building, the kind tucked away from the main streets, its brick facade shadowed and unassuming. Yuta killed the engine and turned, his gaze locking onto Taeyong's with that same intense focus, hand sliding up to cup the omega's jaw, turning his face toward him. "We're here. My place—quiet, private. You need this, don't you? To let go of all that confusion." The words were a gentle push, ambiguous enough to twist Taeyong's hesitation into agreement, his thumb stroking the pulse point at Taeyong's throat, feeling it flutter wildly. Taeyong nodded faintly, the motion automatic, his body leaning into the touch before he could stop it, vulnerability cracking open wider under Yuta's patient exploitation.

Inside the apartment, the door clicked shut behind them, sealing out the world in a hush broken only by the soft whir of a distant fan. The space was dimly lit, modern but sparse—dark walls, a low couch, the faint scent of sandalwood lingering in the air like an invitation. Yuta didn't give Taeyong time to orient; his hands were on the omega immediately, steering him backward with firm presses at his shoulders until Taeyong's calves hit the edge of the couch. "Sit," Yuta commanded, voice dropping to a rumble that vibrated through Taeyong's chest, and the omega obeyed, sinking down onto the cushions, heart pounding as Yuta loomed over him.

Yuta knelt between his legs, hands sliding up Taeyong's thighs to part them wider, the denim stretching taut under his grip. "Good boy, opening up for me already," he praised, the words husky and affirming, sending a jolt straight to Taeyong's arousal, his heat flaring hot and needy. The alpha's fingers dug in, bruising the inner thighs with primal intensity, pulling Taeyong forward until their hips aligned, Yuta's hardness pressing insistently against him through layers of cloth. Taeyong gasped, hands clutching at the couch, but he didn't push away—instead, his body arched subtly, yielding to the aggressive passion as Yuta's mouth claimed his neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin in a mark of ownership.

The kiss turned rough, Yuta's hand fisting in Taeyong's dark hair, yanking his head back to expose more throat, the pull sharp and commanding. Pain mingled with pleasure, a bruising grip that made Taeyong whimper, his omega instincts flooding him with slick warmth, inhibitions fraying at the edges. Yuta's other hand pinned his wrist to the couch, assertive control radiating from every movement as he ground against him, the friction primal and unrelenting. "Feel that? That's what you wanted back at the bar," Yuta growled against his skin, tongue laving the bite mark he'd left, voice thick with satisfaction. "You're doing so perfectly—letting me teach you."

Taeyong's mind spun, corruption seeping in like sweet poison, the praise igniting sparks of forbidden desire that made him buck up involuntarily, seeking more. His protests had dissolved into soft moans, body eager to please despite the lingering doubt, vulnerability twisting into trust under Yuta's relentless guidance. But as Yuta's free hand tugged at his belt, the alpha's eyes darkened with hunger, promising deeper escalation—rougher claims, more intimate commands that would shatter what innocence remained.

Yuta's fingers worked the belt buckle with practiced ease, the metallic clink echoing in the quiet room like a key turning in a lock. Taeyong's breath stuttered, his chest rising and falling in shallow pants as the leather slid free, Yuta's bruising grip on his thigh shifting to yank the belt from its loops in one swift pull. The alpha tossed it aside, the strip of hide landing softly on the carpet, forgotten, as his hands moved to the button of Taeyong's jeans. The denim was warm from body heat, stretched tight over the omega's hips, and Yuta popped it open with a flick of his thumb, the zipper rasping down in a slow, deliberate drag that made Taeyong's skin prickle with anticipation and dread intertwined.

"Look at you, already hard for me," Yuta murmured, his voice a gravelly praise that vibrated against Taeyong's collarbone, where his lips still lingered, sucking a fresh mark into the pale flesh. He palmed the omega through his underwear, the cotton barrier doing little to hide the slick heat building there, Taeyong's cock twitching under the firm pressure. A whimper escaped Taeyong's throat, unbidden, his body arching into the touch despite the haze of confusion clouding his mind. Yuta's other hand tightened in his hair, pulling just enough to sting, forcing Taeyong's gaze to meet his—dark eyes gleaming with possessive hunger, reflecting the omega's flushed vulnerability like a mirror.

Taeyong's hands clenched the couch cushions, knuckles whitening as Yuta shoved the jeans down his thighs, the fabric bunching at his knees in a tangle that restricted movement, leaving him exposed and trembling. The air in the apartment felt thicker now, heavy with the mingled scents of arousal—Taeyong's sweet, needy omega musk blooming like jasmine in rain, undercut by Yuta's sharper alpha spice, pine and smoke that filled his lungs with every ragged inhale. Cool air kissed his bare skin, raising goosebumps along his thighs and the sensitive crease where leg met hip, but Yuta's body blocked the chill, his broad frame pressing forward, knees digging into the carpet as he settled deeper between Taeyong's spread legs.

"You're so responsive, good boy—just like I knew you would be," Yuta growled, the affirmation laced with raw approval that sent a forbidden thrill coiling through Taeyong's belly, hotter than his heat alone. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Taeyong's underwear, tugging them down with the jeans in a rough slide, freeing the omega's length to bob heavy and leaking against his stomach. Slick glistened at the tip, a telltale sign of his body's surrender, and Yuta's thumb swiped over it, spreading the moisture in a slow circle that made Taeyong's hips jerk involuntarily. The touch was electric, pleasure sparking from core to fingertips, eroding the edges of his resistance like waves on a crumbling shore.

Yuta released Taeyong's hair only to pin both wrists above his head with one large hand, the omega's arms stretched taut against the couch back, muscles straining under the unyielding hold. The position arched Taeyong's back, offering his throat and chest like a sacrifice, and Yuta took full advantage, his free hand roaming greedily—palming a nipple through the thin shirt, pinching until it pebbled hard, then trailing down to grip his hip again, fingers digging deep enough to leave half-moon bruises blooming under the skin. Pain bloomed sharp and sweet, mingling with the ache of his arousal, and Taeyong bit his lip to stifle a moan, but it slipped out anyway, soft and broken, his body yielding to the dominant rhythm Yuta set without question.

The alpha ground against him then, his own jeans straining with evident need, the hard ridge of his erection pressing insistently against Taeyong's inner thigh, hot and unyielding through the denim. Fabric rasped against bare skin, a friction that built with primal urgency, Yuta's hips rolling in a slow, deliberate thrust that pinned Taeyong deeper into the cushions. "Feel how much I want you? This is what your kiss promised," Yuta whispered, his breath hot and ragged against Taeyong's ear, teeth nipping the lobe as his grip on the wrists tightened, bones grinding faintly under the pressure. Taeyong's mind fractured under the onslaught, innocence fraying as desire awakened—raw, insistent, teaching him the shape of submission one commanding touch at a time.

He squirmed, not in escape but in seeking more, his thighs parting wider on instinct, slick easing the way as Yuta's clothed cock nudged against his entrance through the barrier. The alpha chuckled low, the sound vibrating through their joined bodies, and released Taeyong's wrists only to shove his own shirt up, exposing the taut planes of his abdomen, muscles flexing with restrained power. "Touch me," Yuta commanded, voice dropping to a rumble that brooked no refusal, guiding one of Taeyong's trembling hands to his belt. The omega's fingers fumbled, hesitant but obedient, the act of compliance sending a rush of arousal flooding his veins, corruption seeping deeper as he unbuckled Yuta's belt, the metallic tang sharp on his tongue even before he tasted it.

Yuta's hand returned to Taeyong's hair, fisting tighter now, yanking his head to the side to expose the column of his throat fully. His mouth descended, sucking hard enough to bruise, tongue soothing the mark even as teeth grazed with aggressive passion. Taeyong's free hand clutched at Yuta's shoulder, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt, anchoring himself as waves of pleasure-pain crashed over him. "That's it, good boy—keep going, you're making me so proud," Yuta praised between bites, the words a balm that ignited Taeyong's core, his cock leaking steadily now, body eager to please, inhibitions dissolving into the primal heat coiling between them.

But Yuta wasn't done teasing; he pulled back slightly, eyes locked on Taeyong's dazed expression, the omega's lips parted and swollen from earlier kisses, chest heaving with vulnerability laid bare. His hand slid down, wrapping around Taeyong's length in a firm stroke, thumb pressing into the slit to draw out more slick, the sensation overwhelming—wet, tight, unrelenting. Taeyong cried out, hips bucking into the grip, the sound raw and needy, his omega nature fully ensnared now, trusting in the alpha's control even as doubt whispered faintly at the edges. Yuta's smile was feral, promising more—deeper penetration, rougher claims that would bind them irrevocably, the night stretching ahead with endless, forbidden lessons.

Taeyong's world narrowed to the slick slide of Yuta's hand on his cock, each stroke deliberate and unyielding, the alpha's thumb circling the sensitive head with just enough pressure to make stars burst behind his eyelids. The warmth of Yuta's palm enveloped him completely, rough calluses dragging along the vein that pulsed hot and desperate, drawing out beads of slick that eased the rhythm into something torturously smooth. Taeyong's thighs trembled, muscles quivering under the strain of being spread so wide, the cool air of the apartment kissing his exposed skin in stark contrast to the feverish heat building where Yuta's body pressed against him. His own hand, guided by the alpha's command, fumbled at Yuta's zipper, fingers clumsy with need as they tugged the metal down, the sound sharp and intimate in the hushed room.

Yuta's growl rumbled low in his chest, vibrating through Taeyong's pinned form like a seismic shift, his free hand snapping back to grab the omega's wrist—the one not occupied—yanking it down to join the other against the couch. With a swift twist, he trapped both in one iron grip high overhead, the stretch pulling Taeyong's shirt taut across his chest, fabric whispering against sweat-dampened skin. The alpha's weight shifted, knees bracketing Taeyong's hips now, pinning him fully into the cushions that yielded softly under the assault. Yuta's jeans hung open, his cock springing free—thick and heavy, flushed dark with arousal, the tip already glistening as it nudged insistently against Taeyong's inner thigh, leaving a warm trail of precome on pale flesh.

"You're learning so fast, aren't you? My perfect little omega, taking what I give," Yuta praised, his voice a husky thread of approval that wrapped around Taeyong's fraying resolve, igniting a spark deep in his belly that made his heat clench greedily. The words sank in like honeyed venom, Taeyong's body responding before his mind could catch up—his hips rolling up into Yuta's stroking hand, seeking more friction, more validation in the rough pleasure that bordered on pain. A soft whine escaped his lips, unbidden and raw, his cheeks burning with the shame of how good it felt to obey, to let this stranger's control unravel him thread by thread.

Yuta leaned in, his mouth crashing against Taeyong's in a kiss that was all teeth and dominance, tongue thrusting deep to claim every inch, tasting the whiskey and surrender on the omega's breath. His hand in Taeyong's hair tightened again, fingers twisting the dark strands into a brutal anchor, pulling his head back mid-kiss to expose the fluttering pulse at his throat. Teeth sank in—not breaking skin, but marking with a bruising suck that bloomed purple under the surface, the sting sharp and electric, sending jolts straight to Taeyong's core. Slick wept freely now, easing down his cleft, the scent of it thick in the air, mingling with Yuta's alpha musk to create a heady fog that clouded everything but sensation.

The alpha released Taeyong's cock abruptly, leaving it throbbing in the sudden cool air, bobbing neglected against his stomach as Yuta's hands moved to his own jeans, shoving them down just enough to free himself fully. He gripped Taeyong's thighs then, fingers digging deep into the soft flesh, nails biting crescents that would linger as reminders long after. With a primal grunt, Yuta hauled the omega's legs up, folding them toward his chest, the position exposing him completely—ass lifting off the couch, slick folds glistening invitingly in the dim light. Taeyong gasped, the vulnerability crashing over him like a wave, but his body arched into it, muscles yielding as Yuta's cockhead pressed against his entrance, hot and unyielding, teasing the rim with shallow nudges that promised invasion.

"Feel how wet you are for me? That's your body begging—say it, good boy, tell me you want this," Yuta demanded, his tone commanding yet laced with that affirming warmth, eyes locked on Taeyong's flushed face, drinking in the corruption unfolding—the way innocence cracked under desire's weight. Taeyong's lips parted, a protest dying into a moan as the alpha rocked forward, the thick head breaching him just enough to stretch, burn mingling with the flood of pleasure that made his toes curl. He nodded frantically, words tumbling out in a whisper, "Y-yes... please," the admission a hook in his own submission, pleasure blooming fierce in his chest at Yuta's resulting smile, dark and triumphant.

Yuta thrust in deeper, not all the way but enough to fill Taeyong with relentless pressure, the omega's walls clenching around the intrusion, slick easing the way even as the stretch bordered on too much. His hands bruised higher now, gripping Taeyong's hips to hold him steady, thumbs pressing into hipbones with aggressive passion, controlling every inch of the slide. The couch creaked under them, fabric rasping against Taeyong's back as Yuta set a punishing rhythm—short, sharp snaps that ground against his prostate, sparks of ecstasy ripping through him like lightning. Hair-pulling resumed, Yuta's fist yanking Taeyong's head to the side, forcing him to bare his neck for more bites, the primal intensity building like a storm, each mark a claim on the omega's awakening desires.

Taeyong's cries grew louder, unrestrained now, his body surrendering fully to the onslaught—legs wrapping around Yuta's waist on instinct, pulling him closer, deeper, the obedience earning a guttural "That's my good boy, taking me so well" that made slick gush hotter, pleasure coiling tight in his belly. Doubt flickered faintly, a shadow in the haze, but it dissolved under the alpha's praise, corruption taking root as Taeyong chased the high of validation, his cock trapped between them, smearing precome across Yuta's abdomen with every brutal thrust. Yuta's pace quickened, hips slamming forward with bruising force, the slap of skin echoing wetly, but he held back the full release, eyes gleaming with the promise of more—tying him down, filling him completely, drawing out every forbidden lesson until morning light.Yuta slowed just enough to savor the omega's trembling form, his cock buried halfway, pulsing inside the tight heat that fluttered around him like a vice. "Not yet," he murmured against Taeyong's ear, breath hot and ragged, fingers loosening in the hair only to trail down, tracing the bruises he'd wrought with a possessive gentleness that belied the storm to come. Taeyong whimpered, body aching for completion, the edge of release hovering tantalizingly out of reach, his submission deepening into something insatiable, pulling them both toward the bedroom's shadowed promise.

Yuta's withdrawal was deliberate, a slow drag that left Taeyong clenching around emptiness, the sudden void aching like a wound in his core. Slick trickled down his thighs, warm and sticky, pooling against the couch cushions beneath him, the musky scent rising sharp in the air like a confession. Taeyong's chest heaved, nipples tight peaks under his rumpled shirt, every nerve alight with the ghost of Yuta's touch—rough, claiming, inescapable. The alpha's cock hung heavy between them, slick-sheathed and throbbing, a promise of return that made Taeyong's body whine in protest, hips twitching upward on instinct, seeking to be filled again.

"Shh, patience, good boy," Yuta soothed, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the scant space between their bodies, thumb brushing a bead of sweat from Taeyong's temple with surprising tenderness. The praise washed over the omega like warm oil, easing the knot of confusion in his gut, replacing it with a flutter of heat that spread from his chest downward, coiling tight around the base of his cock. Taeyong's eyes fluttered half-shut, a soft hum escaping his lips as he leaned into the validation, the simple words making his skin tingle, inhibitions cracking like thin ice under the weight of that approval. It felt good—too good—to be called good, to have his yielding body affirmed, even as a distant voice in his mind whispered warnings he couldn't quite grasp.

Yuta's hands slid under Taeyong's thighs, gripping the soft flesh with bruising force, nails digging crescents that burned hot, pulling him up and off the couch in one fluid motion. Taeyong's legs wrapped around the alpha's waist automatically, ankles crossing at the small of Yuta's back, the position pressing their bare lengths together in a slick slide that drew a gasp from deep in his throat. The alpha carried him effortlessly toward the bedroom door, each step jolting their bodies, Yuta's cock nudging teasingly against Taeyong's entrance, shallow breaches that promised more but delivered only torment. "Hold on tight—you're doing this so well, letting me take you where you belong," Yuta murmured, lips grazing the shell of Taeyong's ear, the words a velvet command that made the omega's arms tighten around his neck, body melting into the obedience like it was the most natural thing.

The bedroom door swung open with a soft creak, revealing a space bathed in moonlight filtering through half-drawn blinds—dark sheets rumpled on a king-sized bed, the air cooler here, carrying a faint trace of Yuta's scent embedded in the walls. He lowered Taeyong onto the mattress with controlled aggression, the omega's back hitting the cool cotton with a muffled thump, springs dipping under their combined weight as Yuta followed him down, knees straddling his hips. Taeyong's shirt was yanked up and over his head in a rough tug, fabric whispering against skin before it was discarded, leaving his chest bare and heaving, pale skin marked with red blooms from earlier pinches and bites. Vulnerability surged through him, exposed under Yuta's gaze, but the alpha's approving hum—"Look at you, all laid out for me, perfect"—sparked a rush of arousal, Taeyong's cock twitching against his belly, eager for the praise that made the shame twist into something intoxicating.

Yuta's hands pinned Taeyong's shoulders to the bed, fingers splaying wide over collarbones, pressing down with primal intensity that made the omega's breath hitch, bones creaking faintly under the dominance. He leaned in, capturing Taeyong's mouth in a bruising kiss, teeth clashing as his tongue delved deep, tasting surrender on every moan. One hand released a shoulder to fist in Taeyong's hair again, yanking his head back to bare the throat, where Yuta's lips descended in a trail of hot, open-mouthed sucks—each one leaving a wet, throbbing mark that pulsed with his heartbeat. The pull on his scalp burned, sharp and insistent, but Taeyong arched into it, neck stretching willingly, the pain blooming into pleasure that pooled low in his gut, his body learning to crave the control, inhibitions fading like mist in the morning sun.

"You're mine to teach now, aren't you? Say it—tell me how good it feels to obey," Yuta demanded between nips, his free hand roaming down to wrap around Taeyong's thigh, hiking it higher against his side, opening him wider with assertive ease. The words hung heavy, a command wrapped in affirmation, and Taeyong's voice broke on a whisper, "Y-yes... it feels good," the admission sending a thrill through him, corruption rooting deeper as desire overrode doubt, his slick easing fresh between his cheeks. He bucked up, grinding against Yuta's hardness, the friction raw and desperate, earning a growled "That's my boy—so eager to please," that made Taeyong's walls flutter emptily, pleasure in submission flooding him like a tide, pulling him under.

Yuta shifted, his cock aligning once more, the thick head pressing insistent against Taeyong's entrance, circling the rim with teasing pressure that stretched without entering, building the ache to a fever pitch. Taeyong's hands clutched at the sheets, knuckles white, body trembling with the need to yield, to chase the validation that made every touch electric. The alpha's grip on his hair tightened, holding him still as he rocked forward in shallow thrusts, breaching just the tip each time, the burn exquisite, slick squelching wetly around the intrusion. "Feel that? You're taking me beautifully—my good omega, learning your place," Yuta praised, voice thick with hunger, the words unraveling Taeyong further, his moans turning needy, inhibitions shattered as he nodded frantically, hips rising to meet each partial claim.

But Yuta held back, savoring the omega's unraveling, his hand sliding to Taeyong's cock, stroking in time with the teasing nudges—firm, unrelenting pulls that milked more slick from him, the dual sensations coiling tension tighter. Taeyong's world blurred to touch and sound, the alpha's scent enveloping him like a drug, innocence lost in the haze of obedience's reward. Yet as Yuta's eyes darkened with unrestrained promise, whispering of knots and bites to come, the night stretched onward, toward fuller possession that would seal Taeyong's corruption in unbreakable bonds.

Taeyong's body thrummed with the alpha's teasing rhythm, each shallow nudge of Yuta's cock sending ripples of fire through his clenching walls, the stretch a delicious torment that made his toes curl into the sheets. Slick coated them both, warm and viscous, easing the way even as the burn lingered, a reminder of how thoroughly he was being opened. Yuta's hand on his length twisted at the base, a firm squeeze that milked another bead of precome, the sensation sharp and overwhelming, drawing a broken gasp from Taeyong's swollen lips. The room's cool air kissed his heated skin, contrasting the alpha's feverish warmth pressing down on him, every inch of contact a claim that rooted deeper, eroding the last whispers of resistance.

"Look at how you're dripping for me—such a good boy, your heat knows exactly what it craves," Yuta's voice rumbled, low and approving, the praise sinking into Taeyong's bones like liquid heat, making his cock twitch in the alpha's grip. Taeyong's cheeks flushed hotter, a mix of shame and thrill twisting in his chest, but he nodded anyway, hips canting up in eager submission, chasing the validation that made his body sing. Yuta's free hand released his hair to trail nails down his side, scraping red lines over ribs and hip, the sting blooming into warmth that pooled low, urging him to spread his thighs wider, vulnerability laid bare in the moonlight's pale glow.

With a sudden, primal thrust, Yuta sank deeper, burying himself to the hilt in one aggressive slide, the thick length stretching Taeyong's walls to their limit, filling him so completely that air punched from his lungs in a ragged cry. The alpha's hips snapped forward, setting a brutal pace—short, punishing drives that ground against his prostate with unerring precision, sparks of ecstasy exploding behind Taeyong's eyes. Yuta's hands gripped his hips like vices, fingers bruising the soft flesh, pulling him back onto every plunge, the slap of skin wet and echoing, primal intensity vibrating through the bedframe. Taeyong's legs trembled, locked around Yuta's waist, heels digging into the alpha's back as if to anchor himself against the onslaught, his body yielding utterly, pleasure in obedience flooding him like a drug.

"You're taking me so perfectly—my sweet omega, clenching around me like you were made for this," Yuta growled against his throat, teeth grazing the fresh bruises before latching on again, sucking hard enough to draw blood to the surface in a throbbing purple bloom. The words ignited Taeyong's core, his walls fluttering wildly around the invading cock, slick gushing with each praise, easing the rough friction into something intoxicating. He moaned, high and needy, hands clutching at Yuta's shoulders, nails scraping fabric as he arched up, offering more, the corruption sweet on his tongue—innocence twisting into raw desire, inhibitions shattering under the alpha's commanding rhythm.

Yuta's fist returned to Taeyong's hair, yanking his head back with aggressive passion, exposing the full line of his neck for a deeper bite, teeth sinking in just shy of breaking skin, the pain a sharp counterpoint to the pleasure coiling tight in his belly. Pinned beneath the alpha's weight, Taeyong could only writhe, his cock trapped between sweat-slicked abs, sliding with every brutal thrust, the friction building pressure that made stars dance in his vision. "Beg for it—tell me how much you need my knot, good boy," Yuta commanded, voice a husky demand laced with that affirming edge, his hips rolling in a deep grind that hit every sensitive spot, drawing out whimpers that bordered on sobs.

"P-please... need your knot... feels so good," Taeyong gasped, the words spilling unbidden, his voice cracking with vulnerability, body trembling as he surrendered to the order, pleasure surging at the act of obedience itself. Yuta's chuckle was dark, triumphant, his pace quickening—faster, harder, the bed creaking under the primal force, bruises forming anew where his fingers dug into Taeyong's thighs, spreading him impossibly wider. Slick squelched with each withdrawal, the scent thick and heady, mingling with the metallic tang of sweat and the alpha's dominating musk, wrapping Taeyong in a cocoon of sensation that drowned out everything but this awakening hunger.

But Yuta pulled back abruptly, cock slipping free with a wet pop that left Taeyong keening, empty and aching, his hole clenching around nothing as slick dripped onto the sheets below. The alpha flipped him onto his stomach with effortless strength, one hand pressing between his shoulder blades to pin him face-down, the mattress muffling his surprised yelp, ass lifted high by Yuta's bruising grip on his hips. "Not done teaching you yet—ass up, good boy, show me how badly you want more," Yuta ordered, the commanding tone sending shivers racing down Taeyong's spine, his body complying instinctively, knees spreading on the cool cotton, vulnerability exposed as he trembled in anticipation.

Yuta's cock nudged back against his entrance, teasing the rim with hot, heavy pressure, one hand fisting Taeyong's hair to arch his back further, the pull sharp and unyielding, forcing a whine from his throat. The alpha leaned over him, chest to back, breath hot on his neck as he rocked in shallowly, building the tension anew—each inch a lesson in submission, praise murmured like a mantra: "That's it, taking it like you were born to... my perfect little slut awakening." Taeyong pushed back, eager now, inhibitions lost in the haze, his moans muffled against the pillow, but the alpha's restraint promised darker depths—full knotting, bites that bound, a night of endless, coercive bliss stretching into dawn's reluctant light.