FIC: my once-cold world blooms into spring at last

[soobreun]

"Why didn't you tell me?" Taehyun sounds like he's crying. "Don't you trust me?"

Oh, no.

"It's hyung's responsibility, not yours," Soobin says.

"It's not about that," Taehyun cries, muffling his words against Soobin's neck. "You never let me take care of you, hyung, and I don't know why."

Soobin will happily take care of everyone else and give all of himself to his members, but never relies on them in return. Taehyun understands this as a lack of trust between them.

Awake, Taehyun is needle-sharp, with a piercing gaze that misses nothing. Asleep, hiding from the world beyond his eyelids, he is soft and vulnerable and unguarded.

When he sleeps, his walls are lowered and his scent drifts with the air current. He lets himself be carried along instead of stubbornly planting his feet.

Like this, he is a different form of Taehyun. He is liquid and flowing instead of tense.

Soobin likes him this way. Taehyun's cheek smushes against the muscle of Soobin's thigh, making him look even rounder.

It's moments like these that remind Soobin that Taehyun is also their maknae, no matter how mature he seems. For a moment, he's reaching down to stroke Taehyun's forehead, but his hand freezes mid-air when Taehyun sighs and buries his face further into Soobin's thigh. Holding back a laugh, Soobin brings his hand back and returns to scrolling on his phone.

 

A clatter and a thump alerts Soobin to someone's presence. Taehyun, by the sound of the footsteps. Soobin's eyes flick up from his phone, and they protest at the change in brightness by aching. He silently pleads to the universe that nothing will be wrong.

"Yes?" Soobin's voice is hoarse from disuse. He also cannot recall the last time he drank water. Setting his phone aside, he shakes his head to clear the exhaustion and fatigue, and blinks several times to lessen the imprint of text burned into his vision. "Taehyun-ah? Is that you?"

No one answers. His knees crack as he heaves himself off of the sofa, and he sways for several moments as he gets his bearings. After a quick swipe of his fingers over the scent glands on his neck to make sure his scent isn't going overboard, Soobin deems himself okay and walks unsteadily to open the door.

A flurry of beeps interrupts him, and then the door is swinging open.

"Hyung," Taehyun says breathlessly, eyes sparkling and eager and all of his teeth showing. "Hyung, guess what?"

Soobin has to swallow a few times to get his voice to work properly. "What is it, Taehyun-ah?" he asks, hopefully with the appropriate amount of enthusiasm. He nods at Taehyun encouragingly.

"Guess what I learned?" In Taehyun's hand is his phone, and he's got a website on it.

Soobin's eyes strain to read it, and his head pulses in warning, but he manages to read the words.

Taehyun looks up at him excitedly. "Isn't it cool?" In his enthusiasm, he lets the tiniest hint of his scent— sharp citrus mellowed out with something else— escape from him.

"Really cool, Taehyun-ah," agrees Soobin. "Want to tell hyung all about it?"

The company can wait until afterward, Soobin decides. Taehyun (and the rest of the members) always come first. He returns to the couch and pats the seat next to him, beckoning Taehyun to come over and sit, and keeping back a groan when he sinks into it.

By the end, Soobin's head feels as though it might explode, and he still has to answer that email, but Taehyun is happy, and that's all that matters. He doesn't need to worry about any of this. That's Soobin's job.

Taehyun leaves his dorm in high spirits, and he leaves behind both the faintest trace of his scent and a very exhausted Soobin. With a sigh, Soobin pulls out his phone and winces at the light, but ignores the way his head throbs as he quickly fires off the email.

 

When he wakes up, he finds that his headache has been reduced to a manageable ache— nothing he can't work through. Soobin has dealt with worse. He just needs to get through each practice and each schedule and then he can come home and rest.

Soobin finds himself vocalizing a lot more than usual, because he finds that moving his head makes the area behind his eyes throb. He can't nod or shake his head— he has to verbally say a "yes" or a "no". Which is fine by him, of course, except for when his voice starts to sound charred at the edges by midday.

It ends up being interesting-sounding, so Soobin ignores it. He assumes it will simply go away, like it always does.

When Yeonjun corners him and asks him if "everything's okay, sweetheart?", cupping Soobin's cheeks in his hands and leaning in to catch even a whiff of Soobin's scent, in the hopes that it will carry a clue.

Soobin quickly retracts all traces of his scent, and nods forcefully. "Everything's fine, hyung," he insists. "My throat's just dry."

Yeonjun offers him a sip of his water, ignoring the fact that Soobin has his own water, and it would be such a relief to let Yeonjun cradle the back of his head in his warm palms, to let Yeonjun tilt his head back and press the bottle to his lips, to melt into Yeonjun's embrace and simply drink. It would be so easy to let go and to bask in Yeonjun's sweet scent.

Soobin can't just take the easy way out, though. He tears himself out of his imaginings and takes the bottle from Yeonjun's hands, shivering when their fingers brush. It's unusual for Soobin to react so strongly. Is he getting sick?

As the distance between them stretches, Yeonjun gives him a complicated look. His brows are pinched, and his sharp-cornered eyes round at him. Yeonjun is—

"I worry about you," Yeonjun says, scent blooming a little bitter with— anxiety, frustration, a mix? Soobin can't tell anymore. "Can we talk later? Just us hyungs?"

"Sure," Soobin says distractedly. It's partially to appease Yeonjun, and it works— Yeonjun's scent turns sweet again.

"Okie-dokie, artichoke," Yeonjun says cheekily, smiling exaggeratedly and pinching Soobin's cheek to try to make Soobin laugh. Soobin reluctantly turns up the corners of his mouth.

 

They have a quick break and Soobin has assumed his usual role as both Taehyun's pillow and his bed. Taehyun is nestled comfortably on Soobin's thighs.

Next to him, Kai has his knees folded up comfortably under his body, and he's using an entire couch cushion as a platform for his phone to rest on. Kai doesn't blink when Soobin reaches over to grab his phone and then takes a quick photo of Taehyun's sleeping face.

Soobin can tell when Taehyun slips into a deeper sleep, because the air changes color— or rather, everything changes scent. It's like burying one's nose into a cluster of orange blossoms. Letting his mouth fall open, Soobin lets the perfume of Taehyun at ease dance across his tongue and settle in his lungs, making a home there.

This is where he belongs. He can feel it in his bones, worn-out and hollow as they are, that he is a place for people to rest.

Soobin lets Taehyun sleep for a few minutes longer than he probably should, soaking in feeling of being needed and of being useful. The weight of Taehyun's head on his lap, smart as he is, is light in comparison to the weight of Taehyun's heart in his hands.

 

Beomgyu complains to him that night.

"Why does only Taehyunnie get unfettered access to your lap? What about the rest of us?" he whines dramatically. "Soobin-hyung! If Taehyunnie gets your thighs, and Yeonjun-hyung gets your butt, what's left for me?"

Soobin knows Beomgyu doesn't really mean it, but he still says, "Kai can have my heart, and you can have my head." It takes him a minute to think of what he would give, and that minute makes his head pound ominously. He ignores it.

If Beomgyu did mean it, Soobin would give each piece of himself away and he would do so happily.

Beomgyu doesn't need to know that, though.

"You should go to bed, Beomgyu-yah," Soobin says. The sooner Beomgyu goes, the sooner he can close his eyes and massage his head, which feels as though it is splitting. He breathes through it while he waits for Beomgyu to agree, and has to fight back a whimper of pain.

It'll be okay. He's worked through worse.

 

Soobin plays this game for a few weeks— he works until he's nearly collapsing, until he can barely move, and then recovers back to functionality for the next day. It's dangerous, he knows, but he can't help it. Taking time off of work is potentially disastrous. And of course he can't burden the members with his problems. They have their own stuff to deal with. Yeonjun, especially, seems to have heavier shoulders from being so busy, but they're all working hard, and he can't bring himself to disrupt their progress.

It's not until Soobin's dead on his feet at practice, and then stumbling sideways, until he reaches out to the nearest object and uses it to steady himself, that the other members start to question him.

The thing he's clutching at to keep upright starts to speak. It's Taehyun. "Hyung, what's going on?"

Panting, Soobin turns his head towards Taehyun, and Taehyun is swimming. "Huh?" he gasps, breathless. The outline of Taehyun does not get any clearer. He tries to stand up unsteadily, away from Taehyun, but he finds that Taehyun has wrapped an arm around him and is keeping him from falling . When did that happen, he wonders blurrily.

Soobin's nose registers the scent of tangerines picked too early.

"Hyung!"

 

Soobin does not get to fix the mistake he was working on.

 

Soobin wakes up at home, in bed. He thinks he remembers, vaguely, begging not to go to the hospital.

("No hospital," he says, voice ragged and thin. "No hospital, please."

"We have to, Soobin-ah, you're—"

"No, no, no." Soobin puts out a hand blindly and tries to wave away the suggestion. He does not want the hospital, sterile and unfamiliar and strange.

"Okay, hyung," someone says soothingly. "Let's just get you home for now.")

The sheets need to be washed, he thinks. They smell like sweat and stress and anxiety, and they smell like uncertainty. When was the last time they did laundry?

"Hyung." Beomgyu's plaintive cry rises up out of the quiet, tense chatter. "Soobin-hyung, you have to wake up."

Someone sniffles next to his ear. By the shape of the nose, it's Kai, who never cries.

A hand touches his hand, and fingers rub against the scent gland on his wrist, coaxing out the mild sweetness of Soobin's scent. He is too tired to stop it from spreading.

"Soobin-hyung." Taehyun's voice carries an urgency with it. "Soobin-hyung, you have to wake up. Or we go to the hospital."

With effort, Soobin unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth and unseals his lips. "Hi," he croaks out, without opening his eyes.

"He's—" Beomgyu starts to shout, stabbing straight through Soobin's head, but someone shushes him, and he lowers his voice. "Yeonjun-hyung!"

Thumping noises. Yeonjun is coming from the kitchen, by the sounds of it, and he hurtles into the room and onto the bed. The mattress sighs and dips with his weight.

"Soobin-ah," he cries into Soobin's hair, "hyung was so worried."

His tears soak through Soobin's bangs and trickle down to Soobin's eyes, joining with Soobin's own tears. Soobin turns up the corner of his lips to show that he's okay.

"Hyung," he breathes out, and feels the hand in his leaving. "Don't go," he says faintly, voice too quiet for the panic he feels.

"Not going," comes Taehyun's reply, and then there's the warm weight of Taehyun's head on his thigh.

Another hand slips into his in place of the last one, bigger this time, and laces their fingers together. Soobin feels long eyelashes brushing against the top of his palm as Beomgyu buries his face into his hand, nuzzling against it.

Beomgyu batting his eyelashes tickles, but when he starts to laugh, the air feels like it freezes before it reaches his lungs, and all that comes out is a weak cough. Someone gasps, and then his lap is suddenly very cold and very Taehyun-less, and the mattress creaks next to his ear.

"Soobin-hyung." A different nose nudges at his scent gland. It's sharp and smooth down the slope of it. Taehyun, then. "Hyung, you're not supposed to work when you're sick."

"Not sick," Soobin manages. He

"You're coughing, and running a fever," Yeonjun says. His voice leaves no room for argument. "Soobin-ah. Don't lie to me."

"Not sick," he reiterates, starting to shake his head, but stopping as a bolt of pain runs through him. "Just tired."

"None of us believe you," Beomgyu says, sniffling. "Did you really think you could hide it?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Taehyun sounds like he's crying. "Don't you trust me?"

Oh, no.

"It's hyung's responsibility, not yours," Soobin says.

"It's not about that," Taehyun cries, muffling his words against Soobin's neck. "You never let me take care of you, hyung, and I don't know why."

"Taehyun-ah—"

"I'm not done yet," Taehyun says, frustrated. He rubs his face against Soobin's scent gland, smearing tears and mixing salt and pears. "You— you—"

Taehyun cuts himself off with a tiny sob.

"Hyung, we were worried about you," Kai says quietly. He hasn't made a peep the entire time, the only indication of his presence being his scent and his body half-curled around Soobin's, his nose pressed up under Soobin's jaw. "You can't keep doing this."

The rustle of fabric makes Soobin finally peel his eyes open to see Beomgyu wrapping his arms around Soobin's arm and hugging it to his chest, possessively scenting it. Soobin huffs out through his nose.

Beomgyu turns to look at him, and Soobin finally sees his puffy eyes, the dried tears on his cheeks. His hair is a mess, and his scent is going wild. For a moment, Beomgyu is still, and then he scrambles up to Soobin's chest and drapes himself over Soobin, pressing an ear to Soobin's heart.

Soobin coughs again, and winces as it tears through his throat. Almost instantly, Yeonjun has a hot mug pressed to his lips. The steam warms his nose and cheeks as he breathes in the smell of herbal tea.

His teeth click against the rim of the mug as he smiles against it and opens his mouth. Yeonjun tilts it slightly to tip a swallow of tea into his mouth.

Honey explodes on his tongue, and he frowns at Yeonjun, sticking out his tongue.

"For your throat," Yeonjun explains, before giving him another sip. "Here, have some more."

Soobin presses his lips together and holds his hand out for the mug, but Yeonjun catches it in his to hold it.

"Soobin-ah." His voice is gentle, but holds a warning in it. "Let hyung take care of you."

Dropping Soobin's hand, Yeonjun reaches out and fits his fingers in between the crown of Taehyun's hair and Soobin's chin to cradle his jaw. His dark eyes are tender, and soft at the corners.

Yeonjun smells like just like the herbal tea he's giving Soobin— mild and sweet, perfectly suited to an omega. Right now, though, his scent is sharp and insistent.

Soobin obeys, melting into Yeonjun and accepting the tea. Here, in bed, surrounded on all sides by sleeping dongsaengs, he can imagine that he has no responsibilities besides keeping still enough not to wake up the others and letting Yeonjun baby him.

 

When he wakes up, Yeonjun is asleep, his body curled protectively around Soobin's head. The others haven't moved at all, besides Beomgyu, who's somehow moved upwards and is mouthing at Soobin's neck in his sleep.

Soobin doesn't feel better, exactly. His head is fine, his throat and lungs seem okay, and his body does not ache, but he feels… hot. Not quite to the point of sweating, but the heat is waiting just under his skin. He keeps perfectly still and listens to the soft breaths around him. The air smells of tea, of bergamot, jasmine and chocolate. And, of course, his own milky scent, winding around the others.

For several minutes or maybe half an hour, he's motionless, staring up at the ceiling and waiting, although for what he isn't sure. The air slowly heats up until he's practically roasting. A droplet of sweat trickles from his brow into his eye, and he winces and squints, trying to blink it out.

Even a movement this tiny makes the sheet under him shift, and it rustles against his hair. Soobin hears someone else inhale sharply, and then something collides with his jaw.

Taehyun's head hits him as he pops up, and they both move away from each other on impact. Frowning, Taehyun rubs at the top of his head, and swivels around until his eyes land on Soobin, who's holding his throbbing jaw.

"Soobin-hyung!" Taehyun's reaching towards him. "What's wrong?"

"Just hot," Soobin answers sleepily. Another drop of sweat runs down his face, and he has to squeeze his eyes shut to keep it out, and it tangles with his eyelashes. "Really hot."

Taehyun sniffs thoughtfully, and then moves closer to inhale it in right at the source. His tongue darts out and runs over Soobin's scent gland, and he huffs out a giggle when Soobin shivers slightly. "Hyung, are you in heat?"

"Don't think so." Last heat was only a month ago, so it shouldn't be this soon, right? His heats are usually three months apart.

"Are you sure? You smell like it," Taehyun says, mouthing at his neck again, although it isn't necessary. "It's really sweet, hyung. Like, something's wrong if you're not in heat."

"Whassamatter," Yeonjun groans, his face still buried in the pillow. "Ugh. What time's it?"

Taehyun lifts his head halfway up to check his phone, and then lets his head fall back down onto the mattress. "It's five in the afternoon."

"My back is killing me," grumbles Yeonjun, but he doesn't switch into a better position, just shimmies until his nose is pressed right between Taehyun's hair and Soobin's neck.

Giving up on getting out of bed, Soobin squirms to get a little closer to the top of Beomgyu's head, until he can smell a Beomgyu's scent, mixed with the smell of his sweat, and then goes limp again. Without realizing it, Soobin starts to drift off. He's only brought back into awareness by the fact that he is very literally soaking wet. Not with slick, either— but he's so sweaty that his clothes are wet and cold, and the sheets feel damp. Taehyun's face is wet against his neck.

As his sweat dries, he gets colder and colder until he's shivering, and he finally moves enough to awaken Beomgyu, who's almost like a sleeping bear. Beomgyu rolls off of him directly on top of Kai.

"Hyung." Soobin's voice sounds like it's coming from far away, or from somewhere outside of his body. It's fainter than usual. He cranes his neck to look up at Yeonjun, but Yeonjun is gone. Distant footsteps tell him Yeonjun is probably puttering around in the kitchen.

A wave of heat rolls over Soobin, and he shudders softly, jostling Kai and Beomgyu. Taehyun's round eyes are suddenly right in front of his, although they're sideways.

Soobin is vaguely aware of Beomgyu and Kai sliding out of bed together and shuffling towards the bathroom, and his nose twitches at the scents they leave behind.

"Yeonjun-hyung's making food," he says, not needing to clarify what Soobin was asking about. "Although you might not want to eat for a bit."

Soobin sighs heavily and reaches out to brush clumsily at Taehyun's face, trying to urge him closer. "C'mon," he whines softly. "Taehyun-ah, closer."

With a tiny flash of teeth, Taehyun complies, straddling him and then leaning down to kiss him. He pulls back after a moment and blinks at him. "Hyung, I can't smell you."

Soobin chases after him but Taehyun is still looking at him with sparkling eyes. He has a disappointed expression on his face as he tilts his head and says, "Soobin-hyung."

"Taehyun-ah," Soobin mimics, pawing at Taehyun's shoulders.

"I thought you said you'd let me take care of you." One of Taehyun's hands falls to Soobin's neck, and he presses his wrist to the gland there, coaxing out Soobin's scent. Taehyun has a satisfied look on his face as Soobin quivers and then melts with a sigh. "There you go."

"Taehyun-ah," Soobin whimpers when he catches his breath, "I think it's my— my heat."

Heat sparks across Soobin's skin when Taehyun kisses him again. He pants softly when Taehyun draws back, and barely reacts when Taehyun maneuvers him into a sitting position.

Taehyun's fingers tug gently at his sleeves. "Hyung, let's get you out of your clothes, hm?"

Soobin obediently lets Taehyun work his arms out of his sleeves, and lifts his butt to let Taehyun take off his pants. His cheeks burn when he sees the wet spot at the back of his sweatpants— he'd slicked up and hadn't realized it, and he squirms in his boxers, suddenly feeling the sticky wetness under him.

He whimpers again when Taehyun moves his hands over his chest and brushes against his nipples, and lets out an embarrassed squeak when his boxers are removed, revealing a sticky mess smeared all over his thighs.

Soobin is so wet he can hear the sound of slick.

"Oh, hyung," Taehyun says reverently, stroking over Soobin's knees. He leans closer, spreading Soobin's legs apart gently and inhaling deeply.

The sight of Taehyun's head between Soobin's legs, and the feeling of Taehyun's eyes on his body sends sparks rushing up his spine. Taehyun settles down closer on the bed and puts Soobin's legs over his shoulders, and Soobin's skin is so sensitive that the fabric of Taehyun's t-shirt brushing against his inner thighs makes him jolt.

Soobin lets out a squeak when Taehyun gets closer and he can feel Taehyun's soft breaths. It makes him tingle. For a few moments, he's still, getting hotter and hotter and feeling more exposed by the second as he waits for Taehyun to do something.

Finally, he lets out a pleading whine and bats at Taehyun's head, trying to urge him to get closer. He hears Taehyun's giggle and shivers in anticipation, and then moans softly when he feels Taehyun's tongue— not even anywhere near his ass, just over his thighs. Taehyun's cleaning up the mess of slick with his mouth, and it's this realization that has a fresh trickle of slick rushing out of him.

Taehyun's enthusiastic, but he isn't keeping up with Soobin, so he moves upwards, straight to the source. Soobin's thighs tense when he feels that warm, wet tongue traveling upwards, and he lets out a sob of relief when he gets a tongue on his rim.

Before long, another scent starts to emerge— it's reminiscent of a creamsicle, orangey and light. Soobin identifies it as Taehyun— not just Taehyun, though. Specifically, it's Taehyun's slick. Taehyun is slicking up.

The scent makes Soobin wetter than ever, and he squirms, trying to get some friction on his dick. When Taehyun inches closer, presses his lips along the line of Soobin's cock, Soobin's hips twitch upwards frantically. He lets out a whiny moan when Taehyun's lips meet the sensitive head of his dick.

Taehyun's mouth is warm and wet and so tempting to thrust into, and Soobin wants to give in to the temptation so badly, but when he tries to fuck into the heat of it, Taehyun's arms hold his hips back, and he lets out a frustrated whine. Sweat plasters his bangs to his forehead, and when Taehyun looks up briefly, making eye contact, Soobin can see that Taehyun's hair is also stuck to his face, but it's glistening in a way that is uncharacteristic of sweat.

Soobin's face burns hotter than ever when he realizes that he slicked up so much that Taehyun's face is entirely wet, and he shivers in anticipation when Taehyun's glossy lips part to reveal a flash of sharp teeth, and then jolts when he feels Taehyun's fingers brushing over his rim teasingly.

He chokes out a gasp when two of Taehyun's fingers slide in easily, and his legs try to snap closed, but they're blocked by Taehyun's shoulders. Soobin can only lie there and take it as Taehyun fingers him slowly, trembling every time Taehyun reaches his prostate.

"Taehyun-ah," he cries out when he can't take it anymore, "fuck me, please."

Soobin reaches down and puts a hand on Taehyun's head, and instead of speeding up or pulling his fingers out, Taehyun lowers his head again and takes Soobin's cock in his mouth. Soobin's face is sticky with half-dried sweat, and his eyes are starting to fill with tears. His vision grows blurry when Taehyun pulls off to tongue at the tip lightly.

It's only when Soobin's tears start to overflow and he's sniffling softly that Taehyun stops to look up at him, pulling his fingers out with a wet sound that makes Soobin's ears burn. He moves up to hover over Soobin, and Soobin whines in embarrassment when he sees Taehyun's glistening face, and then again when some of his own slick drips off of Taehyun's face onto his chest.

His eyes slowly slide down Taehyun's chest and tummy until they reach his sweatpants, and he gasps when he sees the darkened patch at the crotch. Soobin finds himself straining to get his nose closer to catch a hint of the scent of Taehyun's slick, and after Taehyun sits back to slide off his pants, his mouth begins to pool with saliva when Taehyun's thighs slowly come into view.

He thinks he's starting to drool when he sees Taehyun's cock, hard and pretty and wet at the tip, and he swallows hard when Taehyun turns around to put down his clothes and reveals a mess of slick at the back of his legs. Taehyun turns back towards him and takes Soobin's legs in his hands. Jolting at the warm touch of Taehyun's hands, Soobin lets out a quiet sigh. He stretches out a foot, shivering when his sensitive legs run through the grip of Taehyun's fingers, to tap lightly at Taehyun's strong back.

"Hyung." Taehyun's hands move further up, to Soobin's hips and then to his waist. He pulls Soobin closer and gives Soobin's dick a stroke, grip loose but still tight enough that Soobin can feel it.

Soobin chokes back a shaking gasp, fights back the urge to thrust up into Taehyun's hand.

"No, wait—" Soobin whines when Taehyun takes his hand away, and then his mouth goes dry when he sees Taehyun reaching back. When Taehyun's hand comes into view again, it's shining with Taehyun's slick. The rush of arousal that bursts through Soobin takes him by surprise when Taehyun puts his hand back on Soobin's cock, easing the slide with Taehyun's own slick, and he lets out a startled moan, and then a desperate sob when the friction is taken away.

"Taehyun-ah," he keens softly, and when he feels Taehyun's fingers— wet with their mixed slick— at his rim, grazing over it lightly. He curls his hands around Taehyun's shoulders, trying to communicate his need.

"It's okay, hyung," Taehyun soothes, "just a second."

And then Taehyun's lining himself up, and Soobin can feel the hot pressure of a cock against his hole, and then he's trembling as Taehyun fucks into him slowly. His hands brush softly against Soobin's tummy, leaving trails of sparks in their wake. Taehyun can't give him pups, he knows, but even the slightest suggestion lights his body on fire, makes his cock twitch and drool a little.

Soobin swallows a sob when Taehyun bottoms out, pressing up against his prostate. Taehyun's dick isn't as large as the others', but it's just the right shape to fit inside him perfectly— it's as if they were made in a set of molds.

Something wet lands at the corner of Soobin's lips, and he lifts his heavy eyes up to Taehyun's flushed, sweaty face and sees his open mouth, sees drool at the curve of his lower lip collecting. The resulting series of keening whines pulled from Soobin is cut off as Taehyun begins to hit his prostate with every thrust. The wet sounds get faster as Taehyun chases his orgasm, but Soobin can't hear them because his head is filled with the sound of his own heartbeat, his eyes are swimming with tears, and all he can feel is the heat inside of him. Taehyun groans above him, arms trembling.

Each thrust makes Soobin quake under Taehyun, who's panting heavily in between moans and beginning to get sloppy. Soobin's tingling and floaty, and so blissed out that he's caught off guard when he feels Taehyun's nimble fingers against his nipple, pinching gently, and then when there's a hand on his dick, a thumb swiping over the head. He trembles when Taehyun tightens his grip over Soobin's aching cock and strokes him faster, and one last twist of one of his his sensitized nipple sends him over the edge, and he shakes and sobs through his orgasm.

A film of tears obscures his vision, and his over-sensitive cock is starting to soften, but Taehyun's still fucking him, his groans rising above Soobin's soft whines. Soobin's legs are shaking and he has tears streaming down his face again when Taehyun finally comes, moaning Soobin's name into his neck. He collapses over Soobin, breathing hard. They stick together with a mix of sweat and slick, and Soobin's lips twitch up slightly when he feels a hint of Taehyun's teeth at his shoulder.

 

Taehyun's still for several minutes or maybe half an hour before his head pops up before Soobin's blurry eyes, and he reaches out to swipe under Soobin's eyes where his face is wet with tears. Slowly, careful of both his and Soobin's sensitivity, he pulls out and crawls over Soobin until he's close enough to pepper kisses all over Soobin's face.

Soobin's sniffling quietly, and he lets Taehyun use the corner of a pillowcase, dipped into the nearest glass of water (gross, but it's all they have) to clean up his face.

"Taehyun-ah." Soobin lets his head loll to the side, watching Taehyun. He puts out an arm out and flaps it at Taehyun.

Taehyun immediately moves back and wraps around him like a koala, ignoring how sticky they both are. Soobin traps Taehyun with one of his legs, not letting go until Taehyun worms his way out of his grip, and even then, Taehyun takes his hand and tugs him out of bed. Leaning on each other, they wobble towards the bathroom to take a bath.

"Soobin-hyung," Taehyun says as he washes Soobin's hair for him, keeping a hand over his bangs so shampoo doesn't run into his eyes, "thank you for letting me take care of you."

"Hm?" Soobin's still flying in his mind, and he melts fully into Taehyun's touch.

"You were so good, hyung." Taehyun's using his fingertips to massage Soobin's head as he rinses out shampoo, and it's making Soobin even more boneless than he was before. Soobin's scent is stronger than it has ever been before, sweet and mild and perfectly Soobin. Taehyun soaks it in, basks in it. He has a handful (or a lapful) of happy, relaxed omega and he isn't going to let it go easily.

"Taehyun-ah." Soobin slowly rolls over to look at him, ignoring the conditioner in his hair. He reaches out and cups Taehyun's face in his hands tenderly. "My baby."

Taehyun smiles back at him and moves his face until his nose is against the scent gland on Soobin's wrist, so he can get it directly from the source. He doesn't think he'll ever get over the fact that Soobin smells like warm milk— almost like a baby. He nips at the gland lightly until Soobin giggles and pulls his hands away towards his own chest, and then makes himself small and snuggles closer into Taehyun's arms.

"You trust me, right?" Taehyun asks, his voice muffled into Soobin's neck. He tightens his arms over Soobin as he waits.

The answer comes with a rush of milky sweetness, and with Soobin's dark eyes inches away from his own.

"Always."