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The work shift was ordinary - ordinarily exhausting for Yeonjun and Soobin. In this ambience they were the tallest, most filigree and most elegant Omegas and therefore typical eye-catchers. Secretly, Yeonjun hated it when Alphas got too close to his Soobin, but he had to endure it until their shift was over. The pheromones and hormones went haywire and these gross dumb creatures treated the Omega-waiters accordingly to Alphas’ disability of reflecting.
Yeonjun didn't care if he was held roughly by the upper arm or if he was violated worse, but he couldn't see Soobin suffering. The taller one was quieter and shyer with others - nice on the one hand that Yeonjun knew Soobin’s favorite and more dominant side for himself only, but bad on the other hand because Soobin really never reprimanded an Alpha when he touched him too roughly.
They were not only waiters, they were also service providers of a different kind. But often the most money wasn't paid for intimacy, so Soobin and Yeonjun usually only had to look good and talk well (unfortunately, this evening was about to develop differently to that), but Alphas didn't understand the simplest manners.
Yeonjun had just brought used plates to the kitchen and was on his way back when he saw an Alpha pushing Soobin against the wall in the side aisle. Yeonjun knew that his actually intended response (ripping out the Alpha's family provisions) would cost them their job - and at the moment it was too well paid and there weren't any significant other opportunities to seek something better. So he just walked up to the Alpha, touched him affectionately on the shoulder, and said "May I bring the strong Alpha another drink to the table? Your colleagues are waiting for---", but before Yeonjun could continue speaking, the Alpha pushed him against the wall. He was about his own height but a lot stockier, all muscle mass (no brain probably).
Soobin exhaled in shock. "Mister---"
"Shut the fuck up, bitch.", the Alpha rebuked him and his growl made both Omegas whimper weakly. Their bodies, not their minds, reacted to such Alpha-typical sounds. Alphas could so easily humiliate and steer Omegas with just their stupid voices.
If they weren't careful, they were easy prey. They’d always been, though.
Yeonjun struggled so hard not to get on his knees due to the Alpha’s growls that tears came to his eyes. The Alpha put his hand on his throat, but only as a threatening gesture. "Don't interrupt me when I’m talking to another Omega. Or are you jealous?"
Yeonjun had to grin narrowly, because the Alpha wasn't wrong, he was just referring to the wrong one. Alphas really always thought it was about them alone. But Yeonjun did not object. His pheromones said enough that he, as an Omega, was intimidated by the other one, but Soobin exuded pheromones meant to calm the Alpha (Yeonjun was often too stubborn for the rather submissive method). It actually worked; the Alpha let go of Yeonjun and turned to Soobin.
In an imperious gesture he stroked his cheek. "I'll talk to your boss so that I can take you home exclusively some day, pretty thing."
In the background, Yeonjun tried to hold back, fists clenched. The Alpha broke away from Soobin and wanted to go back to his seat, but once again pushed Yeonjun aside. "I don't like your fucking visage. Leave my colleagues and me alone tonight, annoy other tables, understood?", he growled and Yeonjun instinctively lowered his eyes, although he hated himself for it. He hated Alphas, too.
The Alpha grabbed his jaw and pressed his fingers into his skin. Yeonjun couldn't shut up. "Better not leave any traces, Sir, otherwise there could be problems with the boss. And after all, you want to get on well with him for----" Yeonjun murmured almost spitefully, but the Alpha growled again and Yeonjun's Omega whimpered, which made the higher-ranking laugh. His face came very close to Yeonjun’s. "I just wanted to hear a sincere apology from you, but apparently you're the kind of Omega that only learns through corporal punishment, huh?"
"S-sir, please." Soobin spoke again, scared himself that the Alpha might harm Yeonjun. He put a hand reassuringly, calmingly on the Alpha's shoulder and, when he tried to shake off Soobin's hand, he broke away from Yeonjun. The Alpha snorted. "It's a shame the restaurant here advertises you two so much. You both Omegas are so prudish and boring, you should have a real Alpha fuck you so you know what to do as a good, useful Omega."
Yeonjun wanted to disagree, just plainly for the fact, not for the Alpha’s stupid disrespect: It was a matter of money what they did and didn't do. And just the fact that this Alpha here was so interested in Soobin showed how good the restaurant was with the two of them. That Alpha just didn’t know how to argue and insult in an intelligent way – and the both Omegas weren’t surprised by that.
The Alpha finally left them both alone when one of his colleagues called him. Soobin and Yeonjun went back to work.
Mostly the customers just had to be served, but sometimes the waiters (and other service persons) should sit down with the Alphas and talk (and do more, depending on the amount of money). Hands on their thighs or sometimes on the neck, sometimes even somewhere else. Yeonjun noted that more money flowed for Soobin at the next table and an Alpha was goaded by his peers to suppress and dominate Soobin's Omega. Such things often happened through pheromones, rough handling and seldom bites that didn't go too deep into the skin, but still left traces; visible and psychic. Yeonjun couldn't do anything at the moment. He could only concentrate on his work, ignoring the fact that someone took advantage of his love, of his Omega. At first, Yeonjun’s customer just wanted to talk, held his hand, ran his fingers through his hair and asked where the little dark imprints on his jaw came from.
He literally dissociated when he heard the laughter from the next table. Soobin's Omega whimpered and submitted with every fiber of his body to the Alphas. When Yeonjun's client paid a substantial sum of money, Yeonjun contemplated for a moment whether he could give Soobin and himself a break from all of this here, if he agreed. In the distance he heard Soobin sigh in disgrace, and just made the decision - he took the money and left with the Alpha while other Omegas cleaned up the table.
Tidying up was a calming act. Better than letting oneself be stirred up and made dirty as a sentient being. Omegas were indeed sentient beings, but nobody asked for feelings. Alphas just asked "Am i good?", "Am I big for you, hhmm?" but no one asked how Yeonjun felt as he was doing everything in the next room that gave him and Soobin a chance of a break and gave financial calm in the future. Being all pretty and erotic in his red satin and dark black, being a plaything for someone who paid for it.
Soobin, meanwhile, sat on the lap of an Alpha who knew a special growl method that provoked the milk rush in some Omegas. His colleagues celebrated him as he roughly grabbed Soobin by the waist and growled in his neck, and everyone at the table could see the satin shirt getting wet at the nipples. Soobin had looked down, was shaking, had tears in his eyes, but endured it. It was okay to be exposed – exposed as an object for the show. The show made money after all. The Alphas loved the sight. Alphas who liked things paid big bucks. That's how the world was regulated and ordered.
This world order created chaos in Soobin and Yeonjun. Everything was perfect on the outside, but not for both of them inside.
But they had their own little order, their own little paradise, which they tended to hide in after work.
They met again in the changing room.
Other Omegas around them also changed, everyone with unique traces of this work here; visible and psychic; to be seen by others and never to be seen (or healed).
When Yeonjun saw the red satin with the wet spots, he left his state of dissociation and looked Soobin in the eyes, mirrors of the soul that were so empty, looking into an unrealistic future without all this disgrace. The shorter one immediately put his hands on Soobins cheeks and talked to him soothingly until he could see in his irises that the younger one was with him again. He kissed Soobin lovingly until he returned the kiss and placed his hands on Yeonjun's waist. The older one suppressed a shudder as his skin burned slightly where he was touched (again). Right now all he could think about was Soobin and nobody nor nothing else, no shame, no disgrace, no pain, just his Soobin and his healing.
He helped the taller one change until they were both in their comfortable joggers. They liked their work clothes, those red satin shirts and the black trousers with the elegant aprons. But at the end of their shift there was nothing noble left about them. In the end they weren't the tallest, most filigree and most elegant Omegas. In the end they were just broken individuals who needed a lot of aftercare - and they gave themselves this, in their small, cozy apartment, which they reached on foot after the shift, holding hands, walking with full wallets and empty hearts.
They left the food they had brought from work in the kitchen to cool down and went straight to the bathroom. They wanted to get rid of all the smells and examine each other, where later they had to distribute ointments - after they had distributed gentle touches and kisses.
Yeonjun lovingly stroked Soobin's wet hair under the warm jet of water, kissed his jaw and neck, rubbed his cheek over any spot that smelled like disgusting Alpha. Yeonjun's cherry scent soothed Soobin's skin, senses and soul. The fruity cherries mixed with Soobin's vanilla scent. He returned the gesture, gently stroking Yeonjun's breasts, since he realized that Yeonjun had injuries on his waist and he didn't want to touch him there again, unless he was told to do so.
They didn't exchange details unless someone wanted to talk. But they often left their memories at work and focused on each other instead. Sometimes they talked about details when they cuddled in bed. Soobin's vanilla scent drove away all memories, everything Yeonjun had done so they could have more money to spend for themselves alone later.
"I love you, Soobin," Yeonjun whispered before capturing his lips. "I love you too, Yeonjun." Soobin replied and lightly clawed at Yeonjun's hair.
"I would like to do something good for you, Is there a spot I shouldn't touch yet?" the older one asked softly. Sometimes touches and kisses brought back memories that weren't meant to be here in their hideout. But Soobin hummed softly. "Anywhere you kiss and touch me, everything will be fine , I know."
"A-also on..."
"Yes please, especially there. I want to know that you were the last one before I fall asleep." Soobin said, slightly embarrassed as his nipples began to eject little milk drops again. It was just drips washed away by the water, but Soobin wanted to know that Yeonjun was the last one whose lips and fingers had been on his breasts. Yeonjun snuggled up to Soobin when he noticed how important this was to the other. He stood on tiptoe a bit so that their breasts touched. With one hand he kneaded his breast and pressed it on Soobin’s. As their nipples touched, Yeonjun felt the wetness from the milk and smelled it, too, despite the water. Soobin's lips parted in a hot sigh as they kissed hungrily.
Soobin's milk scent did a lot with Yeonjun's body - and depending on the cycle, Yeonjun's nipples also got wet from his own milk. Soobin's big hand laid on Yeonjun's, massaging Yeonjun's breasts until they gave a little milk too, their scents immediately became sweeter, milkier as their tongues danced together, their nipples touching and milks mixing. Vanilla, cherries and warm, sweet milk.
"Where can I touch you without it hurting?" Soobin asked against Yeonjun's lips. The other Omega sighed darkly. "Everything you touch doesn't hurt anymore.", the smaller mumbled affectionately.
"That... That's not true, Yeonjun-..."
"You make it better when the pain comes from you." they both looked at each other for a moment, water - neutral and salty - on their cheeks.
"I just want to do something nice for you here and then I'd like your lips all over me, okay?" Yeonjun asked and Soobin nodded.
"Everything you need, darling."
They kissed again before Yeonjun worked his way down with his lips. He enjoyed Soobin's fingers in his hair and how cutely they clawed at the strands as he kissed deeper between the breasts on the sternum before worshipping each nipple individually. Soobin's milk was so sweet on his tongue and he just loved it. The sweet buds each pressed so wonderfully against his tongue, which he moved rubbing over these. He then got on his knees, gently stroking Soobin's thighs, the taller one parted his legs a little more by sliding one foot out. Yeonjun's lips roamed the wet skin, caressing every inch before traversing the little hairy mons pubis. They both wouldn't forgive each other if they shaved off this highly erotic dark triangle. Soobin's sigh was so loving and lewd as Yeonjun laid his lips on the younger's intimate lips. He spread soft little kisses on the labia, which parted slightly when Soobin pushed the pelvis slightly forward, beggingly. One of the younger's hands stayed in Yeonjun's hair, the other wandered up to his own boobs, continuing to stimulate himself.
A pleasant shudder went through Soobin's body as Yeonjun's tongue ran over the clit. The taller moaned so erotically that Yeonjun felt so hot in the abdomen himself. Soobin's slick also smelled like vanilla, heavier than usual on the body but so mesmerizing and alluring for Yeonjun. He slowly licked his tongue up to the wet entrance, picking up all the slick he could get. As he moaned himself, he laid his lips on Soobin's privates and let the vibrations travel through the other's quivering body before moving his tongue further over the clit. Soobin leaned against the cool wall and tried to keep his balance.
"Let yourself rest on my head, honey, and use me.", Yeonjun whispered and looked up lovingly at his Omega. Soobin was everything to him - and more. Gently, he slipped one finger into the wet cavity of the other and rubbed the sensitive g-spot. He added another finger and rubbed it faster over the spot while running his tongue over the clit. He could feel Soobin leaning more on his head and moving on his tongue and fingers - and he loved it.
Together they found a rhythm that made Soobin moan and whimper. Yeonjun intensified the thrusting of his fingers, very aimfully on one spot, and continued even as Soobin warned him, "Don't--- Baby, you know I'm gonna----"
"It's okay, give it all to me. We're in the shower anyway."
Yeonjun loved it when Soobin dropped completely. It didn't work out often, but especially after today, Yeonjun wanted to give him everything to forget time and space. Tried putting a hand on Soobin's hip, Yeonjun supported him while he thrust the fingers of the other hand into the contracting tightness and moved his tongue over the clit.
He gave everything he had to his lovely Omega until the latter’s orgasm erupted with such intensity that the younger one squirted. Screaming in pleasure, Soobin looked down at himself to see Yeonjun's eyes closed in such delight and relish, mouth wide open, tongue out as Soobin spilled onto his face and hair.
"Fuck, Yeonjun..." Soobin whimpered shakingly while trying to get down from his high.
The older one stood up again (groaning slightly, but Soobin wasn't in headspace joking about old knees) and snuggled up against the unsteadily breathing body. "I love you, my Soobin." He whispered contentedly and kissed his Omega again. The water had already washed away all body fluids, almost a pity for Yeonjun, because somehow he wanted to be marked by Soobin even more. The latter kissed down Yeonjun's neck and up to his boobs, where Soobin was actually able to get some more milk by touching and massaging the breast with his big hand. The shorter one moaned so sweetly then.
Soobin carefully slipped one hand between Yeonjun's legs, but the latter shuddered in a way that made Soobin realise that they both needed a while. The fruity cherry smell got a bit musty, but only for a second before Yeonjun calmed down again with Soobin's calming and beautiful sight.
"Later, in bed.", he said then and the younger nodded. Yeonjun's gaze became emptier, sadder. "Maybe I'll talk a little more then... I... I…" - "Yeonjun", Soobin took his love's face in both hands and looked at Yeonjun until he returned the look, "Let out everything that's on your soul, darling. Whenever you're ready for it. And ask me for everything you need. I'm here to give, to----” Yeonjun pulled Soobin into a tight hug. Cherries and vanilla mingled here. Soobin knew that Yeonjun had to distract himself before he could heal himself. And he would always be there for him when he needed it.
They washed and finished the shower.
In their comfortable bathrobes they went into the bedroom. Past the kitchen, Yeonjun asked if Soobin was hungry, but the younger wanted to take care of his Omega first.
Yeonjun pulled Soobin onto the bed next to him, the robes shifted and the smaller Omega parted his legs so the younger one could lie between them. But Soobin was afraid of hurting Yeonjun somewhere, so he snuggled less with the other.
Lovingly, Soobin kissed the other's lower jaw where the Alpha's rough fingerprints were still visible. "I'm sorry that I..."
"You didn't do anything wrong, Soobin. He was an asshole, and I'll keep attracting the attention of such idiots if it means that they’ll bother you less.” Yeonjun replied immediately.
Soobin's gaze rested sadly on the marks on Yeonjun's face, but the older one shook his head. "I'm fine with it. But I want to feel your lips and love somewhere else.”
Yeonjun was a proud Omega. If he had to fight for Soobin, he just saw it as something that could make him even prouder. But when he had to indulge sexually with Alphas, it hurt him in other ways, degrading ways, since he didn’t feel any attracted to them.
So he opened his bathrobe so Soobin could see the slight abrasions and bruises - the younger one already knew that he would only ask Yeonjun about such marks in detail when he was ready to talk.
Carefully, Soobin let his fingers circle around the bruised areas and his eyes filled with tears. "I'm so sorry..."
"Hey..." Yeonjun put a hand on Soobin's cheek and turned his face to him. "I agreed because we could easily pay for a few weeks' vacation with the money. Along with what else we've earned and…” Soobin shook his head, sobbing quietly; Yeonjun shouldn't have done this to himself because he saw some benefit for Soobin in it. But the latter knew his pleading was useless: Yeonjun would always sacrifice himself if there was any benefit for Soobin in doing so. "...really, I didn’t like it, but I liked doing it because I was thinking of you." Yeonjun pulled Soobin in for a kiss one more time, kissing his lips and cheeks that were wet from tears. Kissed away the salty traces that weren't worth being wasted for him.
"Now please kiss me there. I want to feel your fingers as well, but just… the fullness… no thrusts, okay?”
“Of course, love.”, Soobin whispered and kissed Yeonjun on the lips again. "Tell me anytime when I should stop, yes?"
"Yes."
Soobin kissed so lovingly over the roughened and blue skin. Yeonjun's fingers stroked the wet hair while the older one tried to process what had happened. “I persuaded him to put on two condoms, just because I don’t trust these thin shits. He wanted the less intense feeling there make amends with more sensory for his hands.” he murmured. Soobin hummed softly, but he knew he couldn't dwell on that too much. Yeonjun needed to talk and share to digest his experiences.
Soobin needed more silence and rest, but instead a lot of touching and caressing. Yeonjun needed monologue space and warm kisses. They were both perfectly matched.
“He wanted to hear how good he was. While he was so bad and boring. Lying brought in a few extra bucks.” Yeonjun's giggle was wry, but applied like ointment to his wounds. Soobin's love and closeness then sealed them.
The taller one felt the other's goosebumps under his fingers and lips, and could also smell the nipples getting slightly wet again. He loved how Yeonjun's hormones were influenced by those actions of Soobin’s love.
The cherry smell in the intimate area was like sweet nectar, in a Mediterranean garden on a hot summer day. Soobin could rest his head on Yeonjun's mound of Venus and stay there for hours, inhaling the idyllic scent.
Slowly his lips reached that area of sweet nectar. He placed his lips on the area around the clit and gave loving little kisses to the warm spot, making Yeonjun sigh and forget. The older one gratefully stroked the younger one's damp hair and ran his free hand over his own breasts, rubbing the few drops of milk on them.
Soobin looked up briefly while running his hand up Yeonjun's inner thigh. "May I?" he asked before arriving at the wet entrance. He could often be a little rougher with his love, but today he had to watch out for his Omega beneath him. Yeonjun played strong but was more fragile than he showed.
"Please," he finally answered, and Soobin gently slipped two fingers into the other, knowing that the fullness of his long fingers was just perfect for Yeonjun's comfort. The latter sighed darkly and in relief. "You're so good to me, Soobin," he whispered, moving his pelvis very, very slightly towards the other. Everything was sensual and gentle, calm and soothing. Yeonjun couldn't put his happiness into words, he couldn't verbalize what he had found in Soobin. He was just his eternal home.
But he didn't have to say it either, because the younger one already knew. And he knew that Yeonjun was his forever home, too.
Lovingly, Soobin licked the swollen clit, applying light rhythmic pressure to the g-spot, but doing nothing that reminded Yeonjun too much of any stronger penetration. The older one felt his subconscious turning the bad experiences of the day into something good.
The bruises were now Soobin's paintings of his lips. The uncomfortable stretch inside him was Soobin's nice fingers. His bleeding heart was warm and safe again because Soobin was with him. Everything was his Soobin. His air, his spirit, his life.
And also the warm, tingling feeling in his abdomen when Soobin slowly and gently brought him to climax.
Yeonjun parted his lips in little sweet moans, that became a little louder with each breath, until his orgasm swept over him, but just as soft and shaking as anything Soobin had done to him and given him. Yeonjun's legs were quivering slightly and his heart was beating so fast while he rolled his eyes at the moment of total bliss.
He released his hand from Soobin and ran his hand through his own strands of hair, bringing himself down from his sweet soothing high. The taller one leaned over him and Yeonjun immediately opened his arms to the younger one. They lay there for a while, legs pressed together, slightly intertwined, cheeks and scent glands exchanging their sweet and fruity scent.
Everything that had made the day bitter was gone now, replaced by delicate scents and genuine love.
"How are you, Yeonjun?" Soobin broke the silence - usually Yeonjun did this, but right now Soobin felt more responsible for the communicative exchange.
"Better. I smell like you everywhere, we're safe and…” he was cut off by his own stomach growl and they both chuckled softly, “safe and hungry, apparently, I guess.” he finished his words with a laugh. "And how are you?"
"Fabulous. Really.” Soobin wasn't lying. He was adept at completely forgetting about work when he wasn't there. Alphas what? Alphas who?
Yeonjun scratched the younger one's neck. "Then let’s get up, honey, let's finally eat something."
"But I'm tired," Soobin only murmured, who had made himself very comfortable on the pretty breasts of his Omega, his everything.
"I'll feed you.", Yeonjun offered - and it didn't take a second for Soobin to answer: "Deal. But only if you let me feed you.”
Yeonjun lifted his head, ready for some more aftercare, rather for their bodies this time, but also, still, for their souls as well.
"Then what are we waiting for?"