Esposo Infiel

“You’re going to smell like my rut,” Subong chuckles when arms curl under his shirt. “Good. I want to smell like you.” It delights Subong to think of Namgyu showing up to the set with his scent on his clothes. He’s not overcome by guilt, though. It doesn’t feel like such a possessive thing to think about. Just nice. Besides, he’ll only be wearing the tank top and sweatpants when he first gets there. They’ll put him into different clothes for the shoot itself. Namgyu’s tongue darts out to lick Subong’s neck. “You taste like a bakery. And a forest fire.” Subong wraps his arms around him, craning his neck up to give Namgyu more surface area. “Yeah?” Namgyu hums. It vibrates against Subong’s throat. His nerves are alight, and the deep resonance of Namgyu’s voice has him bucking up his hips automatically. Namgyu moans, sending firmer vibrations into Subong’s skin. It feels so good. Subong’s never felt this good during a rut before. He wraps his legs around Namgyu’s torso, groaning when he feels Namgyu’s c**k press against the inside of his thigh. “Can I?” Namgyu asks, lifting his face to look at Subong as he reaches down to pet over the front of his boxers. Subong nods his head, probably looking like one of Shoyo’s spring toys with just how enthusiastic the movement is. Namgyu darts back down to lick a stripe up the column of Subong’s throat at the same time he pulls his c**k past his waistband. When Subong arches his back and comes, it’s surprising. Namgyu didn’t exactly do anything more than just wrap a hand around his d**k. His cheeks heat up, but to be fair, this isn’t exactly all that shocking. He’s never spent a rut with an omega before, and he’s long since learned that the yaois he likes are startlingly accurate. It occurs to him that he should’ve paid better attention in health class. He was always way too busy sneakily listening to music through his earbuds under his hoodie. Oh well. It’s kind of nice to learn these things now with Namgyu. It feels kind of romantic. Namgyu lifts his face from Subong’s neck to kiss him. The subtle taste of rain, grass, and plums has him getting hard again. He’d be embarrassed if he didn’t feel like a quadrillion bucks. He’s never come close to feeling anything like this during a rut. He doesn’t feel tense, his head doesn’t hurt, he doesn’t have a fever or muscle aches or anything. He just feels light and a little floaty, but totally in control of himself. Happy. Like, really happy. “I’m really happy,” Subong says, kind of deliriously. Namgyu grins, bright and adorable and so sexy, Subong’s almost taken aback by it. He’s known Namgyu is hot, obviously, but damn. He looks so good in a white tank top. His collarbones are gorgeous. The little freckles peeking out from the shoulder straps are beautiful. Why the hell hasn’t Vogue scooped him up yet? Insanity. “You’re so gorgeous,” Subong says in awe. Namgyu’s grin widens. “Thank you. So are you.” His lips are so nice—small and pouty and a pretty shade of pink. They feel nice as they return to his throat, then lick down his chest where Namgyu’s rucked his shirt up. Very nice when they nip at his stomach. Subong’s quite aware of the fact that if Namgyu gets anywhere close to his d**k again, he’s going to come, like, immediately, but Namgyu’s probably aware of that. It does, in fact, take very little effort on Namgyu’s part to make Subong come. He licks at Subong’s c**k, swallows around the tip once, and strokes up his length four times before Subong chokes out, “I’m gonna come.” Namgyu hums in acknowledgement, not pausing his movements. The vibrations, again, send Subong right over the edge. Holy s**t. He falls back against the mattress, breathing hard as sweat accumulates on the back of his neck. For a moment, he’s worried that he’s just going to be like this all day, and while it feels good now , it will surely be too intense once Namgyu leaves, but he feels calm and satiated when Namgyu licks him clean and comes back up to bury his nose in his neck again. “I don’t want to go to the shoot,” Namgyu says into his neck. Subong chuckles. “Yes you do.” “No I don’t. I want to stay here and eat you.” “What’s up with you and eating me?” Subong asks, grinning wide. “You taste like someone set a bakery on fire.” —Pasteles quemados —dice Subong riendo—. ¡Qué ricos! Namgyu gime y vuelve a rodear la cintura de Subong con sus brazos. Su pene está firme en el muslo de Subong. Subong se agacha para acariciarlo mientras Namgyu dice: «Eres un pastel perfecto». Es un cumplido raro, pero muy bonito. Suong se pavonea mientras mete la mano en los pantalones de Namgyu y lo acaricia. Un cálido petricor y una fragante fruta ácida llenan su boca mientras besa a Namgyu, ahogando sus gemidos mientras se retuerce en su mano. La voz de Namgyu se vuelve aguda y entrecortada cuando Subong los mueve y le roza la polla con la boca. Namgyu ha vuelto a usar bloqueadores de olor, pero el sabor a jugo de ciruela dulce y picante, junto con la lluvia torrencial, es casi tan intenso como ayer por la mañana. Los sentidos de Subong son especialmente agudos cuando está en celo. Lo agradece, y mucho, porque quiere saborearlo. Namgyu tiene una polla preciosa. Perfecta, como todo lo demás en él. Subong se toma su tiempo para hundirse, capturando ciruela y petricor en su lengua. Namgyu se mueve para que sus piernas queden enganchadas sobre los hombros de Subong. Sus piernas también son perfectas. Subong enrosca sus manos alrededor de sus muslos, frotando la suave piel. Subong se toma su tiempo. Los suaves y bajos gemidos que Namgyu deja escapar le envían picos de excitación a través de él, pero no se siente dolorosamente duro. Simplemente bien. Le ayuda a sentirse a gusto. El resto del día estará bien. Además, espera que Namgyu se haya ido por horas. Se merece pasar su tiempo en el set, conociendo gente nueva y viendo lo que es estar frente a la cámara así. Ha estado en comerciales antes, pero nunca en un papel tan destacado. Nunca para una línea de ropa. El pensamiento de Namgyu, vestido de forma tan vibrante y con tanta atención ganada en él, hace que el pecho de Subong se hinche de orgullo. Su novio es tan genial . Y sabe tan bien. Subong traga a su alrededor, saboreando el líquido preseminal contra la parte posterior de su garganta. Las piernas de Namgyu se tensan y se aprietan alrededor de sus hombros cuando se corre. Las ciruelas son sin duda la fruta favorita de Subong ahora. Al igual que la lluvia es su clima favorito. Namgyu es sin duda su persona favorita. Se traga el semen de Namgyu, saboreando con avidez el jugo de ciruela y la lluvia torrencial. "Eres tan perfecto", dice Subong sin aliento mientras se incorpora. "¿Puedo prepararte el desayuno?" Namgyu sonríe mientras se pone el chándal. "Estás en la rutina. Déjame prepararte el desayuno". Subong niega con la cabeza. "Es tu gran día. Deberías invitarte a desayunar".