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till doesn’t form the plan overnight, but over time. he watches, waits, plans accordingly.
he knows he wants to sequester ivan away from the general public, but he’s not sure what’s the best way to go about it. after all, there aren’t a lot of opportunities for him to gauge his options, not with the schedules he and ivan have.
if he and ivan had met before alien stage, it might have been easier; it was before the two became households names in korea, before they were known as their characters by any chronically-online individual, which consisted of most 20-30 year olds in the country.
but the two had unfortunately met on the set of alien stage, had become closer than mere co-stars after they had gotten famous. it was hard to hang out with ivan, let alone anyone else in the group of six, without camera flashes blinding what should have been a simple meal at a restaurant.
on top of it, ivan had recently decided to do a reunion concert with luka, reminiscing with fans from when the duo were idols. new alien stage fans and older fans of the duo flocked to kspo dome, and ivan’s popularity ranking was at an all-time high.
with the nation so attuned to ivan, how could till whisk him away from the spotlight?
because simply being ivan’s boyfriend wouldn’t be enough, till knows, which is why he hadn’t bothered asking the boy out on a date. but the fact remains; no one’s ever made him feel the way ivan has, with his bright, pretty snaggle-toothed smile, his wavy, fluffy hair that could never stay flat, his pleasant, citrus beta scent, his penchant for kindness and sheer charm, the adorable way his lips pout when he says ‘sunbae’ and asks till for a sip of his coffee, only to wrinkle his nose when it’s too bitter.
ivan is cute, sweet, the most perfect doll to fit in till’s arms. and because he should be till’s, he didn’t want to share ivan with anyone else. his alpha wanted unequivocable assurance that ivan belonged to till alone from the entire world, so that no one dared shift their eyes to ivan’s gorgeous figure.
but how could he do that when the entire world vied for ivan’s attention, when the boy had the country wrapped around his finger?
not that he knows it, till thinks, placating his alpha’s ire. in fact, the only person ivan demanded attention from more than his immediate family was till himself. one of the first conversations between the alpha and the beta had ivan spluttering out that he had always been a big fan of till’s work and of till himself, something that made pride curl in the alpha’s chest despite himself. usually, compliments of the like would do nothing for till, but there was something about this fresh-faced idol-turned-actor that spoke to till, that drew his attention, from his huge coal and plum eyes, from his thick brows, all the way to his fidgety fingers, to the way his teeth bit nervously into his bottom lip and made it turn the most delicious shade of red.
from that moment on, till had observed ivan with the likeness of a panther stalking its prey. till had quickly secured ivan’s personal phone number without much effort, and had even asked him to practice their kiss scenes together more than they needed, only invigorating till with the knowledge that this sweet boy contained the most delicious poison to till’s patience, only charged him further with the desire to make ivan his, wholly and completely.
but how? what could till possibly do to bond ivan to his side without any chance of him running?
ivan was a beta, unable to be snagged by a mating bond alone.
the answer came to till on the set of karma’s film shooting.
there’s a scene where ivan’s character forces a heart, made of crystallized sugar and liquid black licorice, into till’s character’s mouth and uses the strength of a forceful kiss to break it, causing the liquid licorice to explode over them. till’s quite fond of the position the directors had them take, with till on his back and ivan hovering above him. it makes till think about what ivan would look like in another position on top of till.
during one of their takes, the heart breaks as required, but ivan loses his grip while cradling till’s face, causing him to slip and fall onto till’s chest. the director calls cut, but till isn’t focusing on that.
no, he’s focusing on the feel of ivan’s crotch flush against till’s thigh. more notably, the lack of a bulge in that crotch. instead, it feels more like a soft mound pressing warmly against the tense muscle of till’s leg.
till locks eyes with ivan, and from the way ivan’s eyes widen in fear, the way he starts shaking, ivan knows that till’s discovered his secret.
“s-sunbae, i—”
but ivan doesn’t get the opportunity to finish because the staff have arrived with towels and water, ready to clean ivan and till up from the burst black liquid on their faces. ivan clams up immediately, lets the make-up noonas do their job so they can return to filming, but the trembling never stops. finally, the two are ready for their next take, but before the director can call ‘action,’ till whispers to ivan, soft and comforting.
“we’ll talk later, but don’t worry. you’re safe with me.”
ivan’s eyes are still filled with trepidation, but the trembling ceases. till can see when the realization hits ivan’s eyes; till is a good alpha, he’ll protect the sanctity of ivan’s secret no matter what. he’ll make sure ivan is never in any danger of being found out.
oh, how very wrong ivan is.
till is far from a good alpha, far from the type of alpha depicted in romance dramas, where alphas follow omegas with their tails wagging behind them, with their tongues lolling out, drooling, for any bit of attention the omega would designate them, always at the other’s beck and call.
what he actually is would be better summarized as calculative, discerning, fixated on that which will further his resolve. till’s always wanted an omega to call his own, but he never thought he would find anyone that checked all of the boxes on his list. ivan as a beta came the closest, and till was enamored enough to give up on ever having an omega, but now... now...
now that till knows ivan is not a beta, but an omega hiding his second gender, till knows exactly what he can do to snatch ivan’s everything for himself. he knows exactly how to conduct himself to snatch this omega, this one gem hiding himself as a dull rock in the eyes of the world.
the ensuing conversation between them after the shooting is played out well by till. at ivan’s pleading request, till promises not to tell another soul that ivan is an omega.
“how did you get caught up hiding your second gender?” till asks at the end, curious. “being an omega shouldn’t be a problem even if you were an idol.”
ivan shifts uncomfortably, eyes flitting from one direction to another. “usually, it wouldn’t,” he says finally. “but heperu, the head of my company, said that the only way they would let me debut in a duo group with luka-hyung was if i hid my status as an omega. luka-hyung’s also a beta, as you know, and heperu didn’t want me to outshine hyung in any way. heperu has... a lot of favoritism for luka-hyung so...”
till clicks his tongue. “bullshit. both of you should have been given an equal amount of care. and actually, i could argue that you should’ve been given more. omegas are often treated like dirt in this society, our industry notwithstanding.” he moves in closer to ivan, presses a hand against ivan’s cheek and lets out comforting pheromones around them. “i’m sorry you had to work in such conditions, but i’m proud of you for making it through. you’re a good boy, ivan.”
ivan blinks slowly, overwhelmed by the alpha’s phermones surrounding him. a slow, shy smile climbs onto his lips. “till-sunbae... thank you for saying that. you have no idea how much it means to me.”
till leans in, places a finger against ivan’s plush bottom lip. “uh uh. i’ve told you before, you know. i’ve been letting you off, but you should already know what i want you to call me.”
ivan blushes, not meeting till’s gaze. “h-hyung, then. thank you, till-hyung.”
till grins, showing off teeth. “you’re welcome, ivan.”
from that moment on, the plan was set, and all till had left to do was carry it out in the most seamless fashion possible.
till didn’t want to interrupt the alien stage project; he was having too much fun working alongside ivan, and he knew this chance would never come along again. so he waited until all the shootings and recordings were finalized, until their last press conferences and appearances were wrapped up.
only then did he make his move.
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on an unassuming friday night, ivan invited till over.
it’s not the first time till has been over. ever since the end of karma, after till had found out the truth about ivan, the two had become impossibly closer, with ivan ravenous for more attention from his hyung and till very willing to please him, adoring the way ivan’s dark eyes lit up like stars with every word till spoke his way. the boldest step ivan has ever taken in progressing their relationship was inviting till for coffee at his apartment, which wasn’t too far away from the restaurant the film crew met at for a dinner. till obliged, happy with the direction ivan was taking them.
from then on, whenever the two had time, they would leave the film set and go to ivan’s apartment, unwilling to end their conversations from earlier.
till cherished these moments alone with ivan. he got to see ivan relaxed at home, got to see him in his comfy house slippers, got to drink coffee ivan made just for till with his pour-over set, got to fulfill his senses by taking in ivan’s natural scent of sweetened bergamot, which lingered in the air so densely.
it was everything to till, that supple citrus. he couldn’t help but think how well it went with his woodsy vetiver scent. the combination of the smoky richness of till’s alpha scent mixed with the sweet, zesty orange of ivan’s dwelled on till’s mind, made him truly believe they were a perfect pair.
if the blend of their scents convinced till that they were made for one another, surely it was a sign that till wasn’t in the wrong for approaching ivan with his plan in mind, for wanting, yearning to keep him tethered to him despite the world potentially fighting back.
after weeks of learning ivan’s omegaen habits, after wheedling out information from him with ivan none the wiser, after some important purchases from darker parts of the web, till was ready.
on that unassuming friday night, ivan opened the door to a smiling till, who came prepared with tupperwares of homemade dakgalbi and kimchi fried rice.
“oh, hyung! you shouldn’t have!”
despite ivan’s words, he sounds absolutely delighted. till chuckles at how cute his omega is.
“i figured it was the least i could do since you’re always hosting me at your place. one of these days, you should come over to my place,” till suggests lightly, starting to unpack the boxes on ivan’s kitchen counter. “i’d love to attempt making a sugary monstrosity for you to try.”
ivan giggles at till’s words. “i’ll bring my own vanilla syrup with me, so you can just make the coffee like you usually do, hyung.”
till turns to the omega, looks him over before brushing the pad of his thumb under his eye. ivan’s breath hitches, eyes widening at till’s actions. till smiles when he’s done, teeth glinting.
“eyelash,” he says easily. “and don’t bother bringing anything when you come over. hyung will have everything ready for you, you’ll see.”
ivan can’t pick up on the double entendre of till’s words, but it’s there. it’s not just something for ivan to look forward to, but also a promise. till will be the best alpha for ivan.
he just needs the opportunity to prove it to him.
the omega steps back, laughing nervously. “ahh, thank you, hyung,” ivan murmurs, unable to stop the blush racing along the bridge of his nose, “i-i’ll grab plates. we can get started on food.”
“started on food,” till echoes, eyes fixed on the curves of ivan’s bodyline, “yeah. why don’t we? i can’t wait to feast.”
so feast they did.
till eats, converses, teases... and watches. waits.
the food is good. ivan eats both dishes, never one to reject anything from his favorite hyung, while till sticks to the dakgalbi, stating he wasn’t too hungry.
the two polish off their meal with a couple bottles of soju, strawberry for ivan and yuzu for till. the two talk, conversation flowing easily from topic to topic. it doesn’t take long for ivan to feel drowsy, head lolling back against the couch’s headrest.
“feeling sleepy?” till asks, already knowing the answer.
“mm, a little,” ivan says, voice slow like molasses. “i should clean up—”
“no,” till interrupts. “i can do that. go to sleep, baby, you’ve had a long day.”
it’s a testament to how groggy ivan feels that the nickname doesn’t register properly. “no, no,” he says, attempting to shake his head, “i’m the host, i need to... i need to...”
he slumps over on the couch, soju glass dropping to the floor with a clang.
till smiles lightly, already expecting this.
“now then,” he murmurs, voice low and deep, “shall we play, little dove?”
till is a man of his word, so he does clean up their plates, glasses, and trash, but his next step is tending to ivan.
he carries ivan to the only room till hasn’t entered: ivan’s bedroom. when he enters, till is hit with a blast of citrus, and till lets the scent settle on his senses, inhaling deeply, before continuing toward the bed with ivan.
it’s an easy process from there. till removes ivan’s clothes one by one, revealing smooth, pale skin that till can’t wait to mark up, and pulls the covers back from ivan’s bed and gets him settled comfortably on his back. till works on himself then, pulling off his clothes and tossing them to the ground.
till climbs onto the bed, kneeling over the dozing form of his sweet omega. he nudges ivan’s legs apart, takes in the glistening wetness calling out to him. the drugs till had mixed into the rice worked well; ivan’s cunt was already wet with slick, the scent of orange emanating in the air around them.
till hikes ivan’s knees up so that his feet are flat on the bed, keeping ivan’s legs open by siddling in between them as close as possible. he swipes his tongue against the slick dripping down ivan’s inner thighs, eyes rolling back at the sweet taste in his mouth. ivan’s essence is heavenly, a potion of seduction on its own. till drags his tongue against ivan’s outer lips, which is dripping more and more of ivan’s slick. as till’s tongue laves over the labia, he digs his tongue into the opening, feeling ivan’s walls give under all the lubricant from the slick and till’s saliva.
as till eats ivan out, he’s conscious of ivan sleeping before him. till’s sweet omega hasn’t moved an inch, has only let out a few noises in his deep sleep. till’s pleased that the drugs he bought are working well. it wouldn’t be too long until ivan woke up though, so till should probably get a move on.
till’s fingers join his tongue in ivan’s hole, stretching his walls thoroughly and preparing him well to eventually take till’s cock. till nudges his nose against where ivan’s clit is hiding and takes pleasure in the way ivan’s body jolts even in its unconscious state, knowing ivan is that much closer to succumbing to the fulfillment till has planned for him.
with a last hard lick, till removes himself from ivan’s body, satisfied with the way he had prepared ivan’s snatch. it was enough for the intrusion to not hurt, but ivan wasn’t so stretched out that he wouldn’t feel every bit of till’s cock.
till licks off the excess slick on his fingers, smacking his lips and appreciating the flavor even more now that he’s gotten a real taste. he grabs the condom he’d removed from his bag earlier, the one he’d poked several holes in, and opens the wrapper easily.
as he slides the condom onto his member, till becomes aware that this is the first time he’s touched himself since the night started. at this point, his cock is rock hard, reddened and spurting beads of precum at the head. the feel of till’s hand as he pulls the condom down is relieving, but it isn’t enough. till wants the tight heat of ivan’s pussy, wants the omega to suck him in and never let him go. the anticipation of that moment is enough. till needs to have ivan now.
till makes sure ivan is propped and settled against the pillows well. he wants to be the first thing ivan sees when he wakes, wants to be able to engrave the sight of ivan’s face when he’s in the throes of passion.
after pulling their hips as flush as he can, till doesn’t waste any more time. he aims his cock toward ivan’s opening, lets the head catch for a second, before thrusting his cock inside in one fell swoop.
till can’t help the groan that erupts out of his throat. almost immediately, ivan’s walls clamped up around till’s cock, trying to force it out, but till hadn’t let that stop him, pushing in while disregarding the immense pressure. now, he doesn’t think he could escape even if he wanted to. ivan’s pussy is tight and hot around him, pulsing with need in a way till knows ivan’s body will never forget. till already knew ivan wasn’t a virgin from their conversations, a fact that irritated till greatly, but till also knew the omega hadn’t had many sexual encounters in his life. one, maybe two at most really.
till applauded ivan for keeping himself mostly untouched. ivan was a romantic after all; he would only ever want to engage with his destined alpha. wasn’t till so kind as to speed the process up along? wasn’t ivan so lucky that his destined alpha was till? and isn’t it right that ivan remain generous to till? after all, ivan wouldn’t have been able to find his alpha if it weren’t for till’s preemptive actions.
till saw no reason to keep himself fr0m taking what was rightfully his. after all, ivan was till’s omega. ivan was all his.
his little dove. his precious treasure.
his.
and with that, till’s last strand of absolute control snaps, giving into the temptation that was his gorgeous omega. his hands burn painfully hot on ivan’s hips, holding him in place as he violently thrusts in and out of ivan’s wet cunt. the slapping sounds of slick and skin fill the air alongside till’s grunts and the room’s temperature increases as till drives his cock deeper and deeper into ivan’s hole.
till keeps his time limit in mind, knowing ivan would wake very soon, but for now, while ivan was still quiet, he wanted to carve the shape of his cock into ivan’s core, to make him memorize all of till and to never be able to find pleasure without him again. it was an impossible thought, till thinks deliriously, but it doesn’t matter. till wants ivan to remember the shape of him, and so he does everything in his power to make that happen regardless of the reality of facts.
it’s after a particularly powerful drive of his cock that till hears a sound from the omega, one indicating that he was slowly rousing from his sleep.
“nngh, wh-wha—hnnggg!”
till rams his cock in, rocking his hips against ivan’s. “hey there, sleeping beauty. you were out for a couple minutes there. thought i would have to stop.”
till doesn’t stop plunging back and forth into ivan’s cunt, too addicted to the way his walls clenched onto his member, but he did slow down, enough for ivan’s drug-addled brain to slowly figure out what was happening.
“s-sunbae, wha’s happen’ng?” ivan slurs out. “what are you—”
at that, till does pause, cock drawn into ivan fully. “ivan... don’t you remember?” till’s tone is careful, concerned. “after dinner, you kissed me and confessed your feelings to me. and well, one thing led to another and now we’re here.”
ivan tries to blink his eyes open, but it’s hard for him. the drugs won’t let him fully awaken. “i... i confessed? i don’t remember—nngh, sunbae, i can’t—”
till leans over ivan, pulling the omega’s legs behind till’s back so he can fully see the expression on ivan’s face. till almost wants to coo. there are unshead tears in ivan’s dazed eyes, and he looks somewhat betrayed, not understanding what till is saying.
till pulls out before sinking in again deeply into the tight heat. ivan keens again at the sensation.
“ah, sorry, sweetheart,” till says lovingly, brushing ivan’s bangs back so he could see those beautiful plum pupils. “that was an accident,” he lies easily. “but did you feel so much pleasure that you don’t remember telling me your feelings? and when i told you mine too?”
“huh?” ivan’s mind perks up at these words. “you did? you... sunbae confessed to me?”
till grins, leaning down to cradle ivan’s jaw. he lifts it, presses a sweet, soft kiss to ivan’s open lips. ivan’s breathing stops when he sees the utter affection in till’s eyes.
“i adore you,” till breathes against ivan’s lips. “i’ve cared so much about you, i was over the moon when you confessed first to me. i was so unsure about where we stood, i never wanted to take advantage of you as your senior, but you’re always so sweet to me. you made me believe that this will work, that we’re meant to be.”
a tear rolls down ivan’s cheek. “sunbae...”
till licks the tear away, teeth glinting as he smiles. “little dove, call me hyung. you know that by now.”
his words are enunciated with a shallow thrust. it’s enough to make ivan whimper.
“hyung. hyung. till-hyung,” ivan babbles out, lost in the feelings overwhelming him, both from till’s confession and his cock driving deeper into ivan’s cunt. “i, i love you. hyung, i love you. i’ve loved you all this time, i can’t believe i actually, that we’re actually—”
till cuts him off with a searing kiss, lips molding over ivan’s parted ones as his tongue twines with his omega’s. till tilts his head, hand reverently cupping ivan’s cheek, letting his kiss swallow any misgivings ivan may or may not have.
the drugs have worked flawlessly, till realized, because ivan never found the loopholes in till’s words, never realized he had never truly consented to sex in the first place. ivan’s mind was still scrambled, and his inhibitions were lowered dangerously, enough for till and his sweet words to come and confuse ivan, to make him think everything was planned by the two of them together.
till licks into ivan’s mouth, swaps saliva as their kiss becomes hotter, messier. soon, the kiss is less about touching lips than panting into each other’s mouths. till couldn’t resist thrusting up into ivan during their kiss, and the action of it propels till’s alpha to take over, to dominate their omega and make him all theirs.
ivan’s eyes are still a bit hazy, but his walls are clenching down hard on till’s cock, an easy tell that their omega is behaving. “uh, uh, till-hyung... please, slow down. i don’t think... do you think we should—aaahhhhh!”
till groans, hips pistoning in and out of ivan’s cunt with a fury he never knew he possessed. “god, my omega, you’re so fucking good to me. so fucking good. i’ve never had an omega as good as you, little dove. you sing so pretty for me. c’mon, baby. tell me who you belong to. who’s your alpha?”
ivan cries out, hands gripping the bedsheets beneath him, his knuckles turning white from the force. “ah, oh, alpha...oh, alpha, please!”
“tell me.” till plunges in deep, leaning back down over ivan to place open-mouthed kisses along ivan’s neck and rolling his hips so that ivan felt every inch of his cock. “tell me who your alpha is. who do you belong to, omega?”
“till-hyung!” ivan screams. “i, i’m yours! i’m all yours! i’m till-hyung’s omega!!”
till growls loud, and he hammers into ivan’s wet hole, unable to stop himself. “that’s right, love,” he murmurs, “you’re mine. you belong to me. no one else. no one else can have you. do you understand?”
ivan sobs, unable to feel anything but the force of till, till, till. “yes, hyung, yes! no one but you! i love you, till-hyung!”
ivan wraps his legs around till’s back, locking his ankles together, and it only pulls them that much closer. till gives off a feral grin.
“good omega.”
from there, till slams in again, again, again, until they’re nothing but a pair of animals in heat, locked in a possession of each other that’s utterly carnal. the sweetness of bergamot and the earthiness of vetiver revolve around them as their pheromones merge into a decadent combination of sin. till worships ivan the way he was meant to be, like a little prince, only to be doted on by the best alpha, and in return, ivan sings for this king, for this alpha who clouds his thoughts and his heart, for till who’s taken over his entire being.
till hadn’t paid too much attention to ivan’s clit, not wanting to spoil their night too quickly, but his omega’s been so good for him. why not treat him? that’s what a good alpha would do, right?
though ivan’s clit was getting some friction and pressure from the continual fucking, it’s only when till reaches down specifically to thumb at it, to play and pinch it does ivan moan so gorgeously, so loudly, that till wants nothing more than to hear it again.
so till slows down the pace of his thrusts, choosing to play with ivan more, to give him the same pleasure and satisfaction he granted till. the litany of moans till elicits out of ivan is like the prettiest melody, each sending pangs to till’s heart.
“hyung, hyung, i can’t take it anymore, ahhh please~!”
till chuckles, pressing down on the clit with the rough pad of his thumb. “oh yeah? then why is your body asking for more? you should be more truthful with alpha, my dove. i’ll give you anything, you know. go ahead, ask me. what do you want?”
“i, i—” ivan whines at till’s continued ministrations on his most sensitive part. “please, hyung, i want to come. i, i just—”
“come then,” till says smugly, “show your alpha how good you feel, how good he makes it for you.”
it doesn’t take long from there. ivan’s moans grow more and more higher-pitched, more and more breathy, until every part of him tenses, legs pulling till down even harder, walls gripping till’s cock so hard till almost chokes, and ivan arches his back so beautifully, rolls his eyes back so far, that till is overcome with the vision he makes. ivan’s juices flood out, and the scent of citrus exponentially increases in the air. till’s hand had been waiting, catching the sweet omegaen nectar and drinking it from his palm.
till groans from how delicious it is, how delicious ivan is.
he licks his fingers clean, feels his determination spike, and goes back to surging back into the sweet, tight heat of ivan’s pussy. the sounds are positively lewd, a mixture of slick, sweat, and cum, as till’s hips don’t hold back from absolutely wrecking ivan’s hole. it doesn’t take too much longer for till himself to cum, letting out a guttural groan, almost a growl, as he finishes inside ivan.
till pants hard from the exertion, holding himself up above ivan’s quivering form as to not fall on top of the boy. triumph fills his chest to the brim; till’s more than certain the condom he was wearing broke sometime during the vigorous coupling, meaning that most, if not all, of his cum ended up inside ivan.
when till slowly pulls out, a slow grin spreads across his lips.
ivan’s cunt, swollen and red, leaks out till’s cum, dripping down those puffy lips like glaze on the freshest, sweetest treat.
till glances at ivan’s face, and isn’t surprised to see the omega knocked out once again. the drugs he’d injected into ivan’s food were long-lasting, would ensure that ivan remained dazed and compliant when awake, but would be lulled back unconscious every so often, especially after he exhausted himself.
till runs his fingers through ivan’s sweat-soaked strands, revels in the scent of citrus emanating from his scent gland. his fingers flow down from the top of ivan’s head down to his neck, specifically to where that gland was located. even in his sleep, it was a sensitive spot for ivan, his body jolting slightly when till pressed down. till smiles indulgently, enamored by his omega.
“soon, little dove,” till whispers. “just a little longer.”
the rest of the night is a blur of sex. till fucks ivan again, harder and harder each time, driving his cock straight into ivan’s womb and making him cry out for more. ivan would pass out often throughout the night, and when he’d wake back up, till would be right there for him, telling him he’d only blacked out for a couple minutes, seconds even, convincing him that ivan himself had begged for till to take off the condom because he wanted to feel his alpha bare, that he wanted to be filled up until his stomach was bloated.
during one such conversation, ivan finally thought of his pill. did he take his birth control pill on time that night?
till smiles assuringly, deceptively. “of course you did, little dove. i would never have let you forget it.”
because after all—
“you’re safe with me. you’re always safest with me, my omega.”
till never stopped reminding ivan, never stopped reiterating the words in his ears when he thrust hard into ivan’s sopping, overstimulated cunt. by the time the earliest rays of the sun started peeking out, ivan was broken beyond his mind. the only thing he could think of was the way till’s alpha cock dragged against his walls, the way till made him feel so fucking good, the way his alpha knew his body better than he did, the way—
“hnngg~ alpha, more! please, moremoremore!! ahh, till hyung!”
—till made him feel so loved and adored.
when till had finally tired himself out, his long-lasting stamina wearing down by early morning, he applauded himself on a job well done. ivan’s bed was a mess of fluids, of cum, sweat, slick, and even some blood from where till had sank his teeth into ivan’s plush thighs. bergamot and vetiver stank up the room, a culmination of their union and evidence that ivan could never refute.
ivan was out cold, so till did his best to clean him up, depositing him in a hot bath while he changed the sheets and blankets. he also took the liberty of swapping out ivan’s birth control pills for the placebos he’d purchased. he couldn’t have ivan destroying all of till’s hard work.
soon, ivan woke up fully. he was pleasantly surprised to find himself in his bathtub, to find fresh clothes on the bathroom countertop waiting for him. ivan’s body warmed up in the bath, but till warmed him right to his heart, waiting for him in the kitchen with a cup of excessively sweetened coffee-milk.
“sunbae?” ivan blinks his eyes, the haze finally clearing from his beautiful, dark irises. “you’re... we....”
he can’t find it in himself to finish, instead choosing to blush bright scarlet.
till chuckles at the adorableness.
“cute,” he teases. “we had a long night together, but i don’t regret any of it. do you?”
ivan can’t take the intent stare till is giving him, choosing to avert his eyes. “i... i don’t know how i came to confess first, sunbae, i never thought i had it in me, but... i don’t regret it. not any of it. i don’t want my feelings to be a burden on you, but i... i have a good feeling about you. i think you’re the best alpha i could possibly have.”
till’s heart stutters at the omega’s adorable display. “oh, little dove. i adore you so much. i love you so fucking much. i’m glad you took a chance and confessed first. it gave me the confidence to make this work between us. though, i will admit...” he laughs freely before continuing. “i was surprised when you indicated interest in making love so soon. i was a bit drunk, so i should have asked you again to be sure, but i couldn’t help myself, love. you were way too cute. forgive me?”
ivan shakes his head, fidgeting with his fingers. “there’s nothing to forgive, sunbae,” he says quietly, still looking away. “you did nothing wrong.”
till smiles fondly. he knows ivan is still unsure about the true contents of their night together, but till has spun a tale so believable, so trusting, that he’s sure ivan is fooled.
he steps in closer to ivan, places his hand on ivan’s chin and lifts up. till’s teal eyes met a pretty pair of dark and plum.
“hey, little dove,” till whispers softly, sweetly. “call me hyung, please? i miss it. i’ll kiss you if you do.”
ivan’s eyes sparkle with life, full of happiness and assurance in his alpha.
“till-hyung.” the words are loving, absolute. “i really, really love you.”
“mm. i love you too, baby.”
till’s love is sealed with a kiss, with a promise that’s yet to come.
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it’s a couple weeks later when till gets the news.
he’s finishing his filming for an advertisement when he notices he has nine texts, five missed calls, and one voicemail from ivan.
the voicemail is short, just a quiet plea for till to call him back as soon as he’s done with work.
the alpha in till’s chest roars in victory.
till calls ivan back, decides to meet him at the nearest coffee shop to till’s work. apparently, this was something that couldn’t wait.
till does his best to control his expression when he notices ivan has chosen an unsweetened herbal tea for his choice of drink, and does even better to prevent a smile from forming when ivan finally tells him the news.
till takes responsibility immediately.
“it’s my fault,” he says, looking down. “i should’ve known we were a bit too drunk. i never imagined this could happen even after you took the pill, and i know you’ve been diligent about the pill. i should’ve known. i’m sorry, ivan.”
ivan reaches out for till’s hand, unshed tears hovering at his lashline. “no, hyung, it’s not. it’s... it’s my fault. i shouldn’t have told you to go without the c-condoms,” he gets out, a silent sob stuck in his throat. “i should’ve been better. it’s... it’s all because of me. i... i’ve ruined everything.”
ivan buries his face into his hands, unable to face till any longer. till rushes out of his seat, kneels next to ivan and gathers ivan’s hands into his own, not wanting him to hide his pretty face away from him.
“hey, little dove, no,” till says with a frown, “it’s on both of us then. we should’ve done better by each other. but... what’s done is done. you’re pregnant now. there’s a little mix of both of us inside you.” even as till says it with a tone of apprehension, his alpha curls in his chest, laughs viciously at their success. finally, till says the last of his words. “what do you want to do?”
ivan blinks, tears still falling. “huh? y-you’re asking me?”
till laughs softly, reaching up to brush those drops away. “of course i am. it’s your body. i’m behind you one hundred percent. if you want to abort, i’ll be right there with you. if you want to keep the baby, i’ll be next to you every step of the way. we’ll go to every appointment, i’ll move in to help you out... hell, i’ll take a break from work so i can be there for you.”
“no!” ivan exclaims, then realizes they’re in public and quiets himself down. “no,” he says again. “i... i don’t want to do that to you. you don’t deserve to have me as a burden. i know i’ve ruined the terms of my own contract, and i... i won’t be able to be an idol anymore (good, till thinks. you shouldn’t be anyone’s but mine). but it doesn’t mean you should ruin your own career over me.”
till’s eyes are solemn as they peer into ivan’s. “and what if i told you i would burn my own contract if it meant i could be with you? what if i want to be bonded to you for the rest of my life? that i need you happy and by my side for as long as i live?”
“i...” ivan clamps a hand over his mouth, eyes swimming. “i’d call you crazy.”
till removes that hand so he can take it into his own once again, squeezing hard. “then call me crazy. i’m in love with you, ivan. so fucking in love with you. and this baby? i love it too. this baby is proof that we’re right for one another, that we belong together. so i’m not letting you go even if the world tries to tear us apart. you’re mine.”
ivan searches till’s face for any sign of weakness, of any sign he was lying.
there’s none.
after a minute of silence, ivan swallows hard, and says the words till was dying to hear.
“what if i said i wanted to keep our baby? what if i said i want to build a family with you, and that i want to keep you just as much as you want to keep me?”
till brings ivan into his arms, one arm around his shoulders and one pulling ivan gently in toward his neck to where till’s own scent gland was located.
ivan immediately smells the happiness pouring from till’s comforting, vetiver scent, and burst into tears, time and place be damned.
“i’d say wait for me to buy a ring, because little dove, i can’t wait to start a family with you.”
i can’t wait until you’re all mine, inside and out.
utterly and unequivocally.
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