He fingers me with a thoroughness that borders on cruel, thrusting deep and then pulling back to circle my rim before plunging in again, spreading me wider each time. I bury my face in the cushion and squeeze my eyes shut as my hips start grinding helplessly against the couch, chasing friction on my cock while his fingers work me open from behind. By the time he adds a third finger and crooks all three directly against my prostate, my eyes are rolling back and I’m making sounds into the leather.
Then he pulls his fingers out.
I look back over my shoulder, panting, face flushed and hair falling into my eyes, just in time to watch Hongjoong lift his slick-coated hand to his mouth. He holds my gaze as he slides two glistening fingers between his lips, sucking my slick off them with a low indulgent hum, clearly savoring it.
“You’re a fucking pervert,” I tell him flatly.
Hongjoong grins around his fingers, pulls them free with a wet pop, and then bends down and bites me on the ass. His teeth sink into the meat of one cheek hard enough that I feel the bruise forming in real time, a sharp bright pain that makes me thrash and kick out at him with my heel.
“Ow! What the fuck—”
He catches my flailing leg by the ankle, laughing against my skin, and presses a kiss to the bite mark, his lips warm and soft over the throbbing indentation of his teeth.
“Okay, okay,” he murmurs against my skin. “Calm down. Let me make you feel good.”
He releases me and I push myself up, ruffled and flushed, shoving my hair out of my face. Hongjoong maneuvers me, his hands on my shoulders guiding me to sit back against the couch properly. He pulls my pants the rest of the way off, tugging them over my feet and tossing them onto the desk chair on top of his jacket, then pushes my shirt up my stomach and leaves it bunched under my armpits. I glare up at him, chest heaving, my cock hard and flushed against my belly.
I forgot myself in the struggle. Slipped back into our old dynamic where we were just two friends who shoved each other around for fun, where the power difference between alpha and omega didn’t matter because Hongjoong never enforced it and I never acknowledged it. But as his pheromones wash out deliberately now, heavy and warm and unmistakably commanding, rolling over me in a wave that makes my muscles go loose and my pulse slow, I remember where I am. What this is. Hongjoong is the alpha. I’m the omega he’s paying for. My job is to comply.
So I let him push my knees apart, spreading my legs wide on the leather couch, my cheeks burning as Hongjoong sinks down to his knees on the office carpet between them.
I realize a half second too late what he’s about to do. “Wait—”
Hongjoong grips the base of my cock and takes it into his mouth.
My head slams back against the couch as wet heat engulfs me, Hongjoong swallowing my entire length to the back of his throat in one smooth motion, his nose pressing flat against my pelvis. I can feel the muscles of his throat working around the head of my cock, tight and hot and slick, and my hands fly to the couch cushions on either side of me, fingers digging into the leather.
He pulls back slowly, his tongue dragging a firm line along the underside of my shaft, and then pauses with just the head between his lips.
“You sure are a convenient size,” he says conversationally, his breath warm against the wet skin of my cock.
I glare down at him through glazed eyes. “Fuck off. I’m large for an omega.”
Hongjoong grins around the head of my cock, his tongue lapping lazily at the precum beading at my slit, and says, “Whatever you say, Jae.”
I open my mouth to give him a piece of my mind about the patronizing tone, but then he swallows me down again, and every thought in my head dissolves into static. I moan, loud and unguarded, as Hongjoong bobs his head with a steady rhythm, his cheeks hollowing on each upstroke, his tongue doing something devastating along the sensitive ridge below the head that makes my thighs shake on either side of his face.
While his mouth works my cock, his fingers slide between my cheeks from below. He doesn’t push in, not yet, just plays with my rim, rubbing slick circles around the pucker with his fingertips that make my hole clench and flutter against nothing. The dual sensation, his mouth hot and tight on my cock and his fingers teasing my entrance, has me gripping the couch so hard the leather squeaks under my palms.
Hongjoong hollows his cheeks on a particularly hard suck, pulling me deep into his throat, and I bite down on my lower lip trying to hold still, trying not to buck up into his mouth. Then his fingers push into my hole without warning, two at once, curling directly against my prostate with unerring accuracy, and I come with a sharp cry. My cock pulses against Hongjoong’s tongue, spilling into his mouth in hot spurts, my hole clamping around his fingers as my entire body locks up and shakes.
I look down in slight panic as the aftershocks roll through me, my chest heaving, because most alphas don’t tolerate omegas coming in their mouths. I’ve been backhanded for less. One client split my lip open and made me clean the carpet on my hands and knees afterward. The flinch is automatic, my shoulders drawing up, my body bracing for the hit.
But Hongjoong only looks delighted. His cheeks are full, and when he pulls off my softening cock it’s with a satisfied sound, like he just finished a meal he enjoyed. He wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb, then stands, grips my hips, and flips me with a strength that still catches me off guard every time. I go face-down into the couch cushions again, feet on the floor, my hips yanked up and back so my ass is presented to him.
I hear the rustle of Hongjoong undoing his own pants behind me, the clink of his belt, the slide of fabric. Then he leans down over me, his bare chest warm against my back.
I look back over my shoulder and watch as Hongjoong opens his mouth and lets my own cum dribble from his lips onto my hole. It falls in a slow, warm string, landing on my rim and sliding down over the pucker, mixing with the slick already gathered there. My face burns so hot I’m surprised the leather doesn’t scorch beneath my cheek.
Hongjoong grips his cock and rubs the head through the mess, smearing cum and slick together until everything is wet and filthy, and then he pushes in. One long, relentless thrust that doesn’t stop until he’s buried to the root, his hips flush against my ass, his cock so deep inside me that I can feel the pressure all the way up behind my navel.
He grins down at me, that dimple cutting deep into his cheek, and says, “So that’s how it is, huh? You can only cum from the back? What a good little omega.”
I cry out as he grinds against my prostate but still manage to glare over my shoulder at him. “Stop fucking teasing me, I canobviously cum from the front—” An involuntary moan cuts me off as he rolls his hips again, pressing the head of his cock right against that spot that makes my vision blur. I swallow hard and continue breathlessly, “—it just takes longer.”
Hongjoong leans forward and nips at my shoulder, his teeth sharp through the bunched fabric of my shirt. “How is it,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice low and wondering, “that you taste good from the front and the back?”
“Because you’re a pervert,” I groan into the cushion.
