The rain had stopped, but the sky remained veiled. Morning light was pale and muted, filtering through the half-drawn curtains.

Jiwoon woke slowly, still drowsy, but a sharp, familiar sensation brought him fully back into his body: a scent he knew instantly.

Jasmine.

Hanjae’s scent filled his nostrils—sweet, invasive, more intense than it should be.
More alive.
It was the same fragrance he had known for years, but now it carried something new, something seductive.

It stirred his senses, igniting a low, insistent heat in his belly.

He turned, and there he was.
Hanjae still asleep, serene.
Lips slightly parted, a dark strand of hair across his forehead.
His face soft, relaxed, beautiful.

Jiwoon had always known it, but now there was something more.
Maybe it was because he had seen Hanjae’s body naked, skin taut under his hands.
Maybe it was because he had heard him moan his name. Or maybe desire had simply taken root.

His eyes drifted to Hanjae’s lips and lingered.
His hand moved instinctively, brushing Hanjae’s cheek, then his hair, gently pushing it aside.

His heart raced.
A thought ran through him, warm and sharp: this scent drives me crazy.

Then Hanjae’s lips moved.

“Mmm… good morning,” he murmured, stretching slightly.

Jiwoon flinched, pulling back his hand as if caught red-handed.
“S-sorry! Did I wake you?”

Hanjae sat up, rubbing his eyes. He looked around the room, then at him, blushing.
“S-sorry! It was raining so hard yesterday… I don’t know what came over me.”

Jiwoon’s heart was still racing, but he smiled.
“I don’t mind. Waking up to the smell of jasmine right under my nose… it’s refreshing. I really like it.”

Hanjae stared at him.
“T-this is the second time I’ve heard you say something like that.”

“Ah, yeah?”

“Yes. I’m starting to think you hit your head.”

Jiwoon reached for his hand and pulled him closer, almost making him fall onto the mattress.
“Maybe I’ve just gotten used to your ass. Who knows.”

Hanjae laughed, but the contact stayed.
Their bodies were close, breaths mingling.

Hanjae leaned toward him; Jiwoon didn’t move.
Their lips met.

A soft kiss at first, then warmer. Their hands sought each other, tongues brushing.
Jiwoon held him tight, sliding under his shirt to touch the skin, but Hanjae took control.

His hands moved with confidence, unfastening Jiwoon’s shorts and slipping his hand inside.
Jiwoon groaned softly, surprised. The touch ignited him instantly.

Hanjae began to stroke him, slow and deliberate, measured movements that made him melt.
“Fuck…” he murmured through clenched teeth.

Then he felt something wet on his chest.
A tongue.

Hanjae was licking him.
Slowly.
Circling his nipple, then biting gently.
Jiwoon laughed, twisting.
“Hanjae! That’s tickling!”
“Shh, let me do it!” he chuckled.

Jiwoon moved again.
“I’m not even an omega!”
“And what does that have to do with anything? I just like it when someone sucks my nipples,” Hanjae said, pouting playfully.

Jiwoon didn’t join in the joke, instead capturing him in a kiss.
Hanjae let himself be carried away, lost in his taste.

When they pulled apart, their breaths were heavy.
Hanjae felt his ass grinding against Jiwoon’s hardened cock.
Jiwoon rested his forehead against him, feeling him press against his erection.

He groaned, trembling with need, and Hanjae yielded under his own game.

He leaned down, bringing his face to Jiwoon’s penis, now free from his underwear.
He let a trail of saliva slip over the sensitive skin.
With skilled hands, he continued to stroke him, lubricating him properly.

When he felt Jiwoon’s hands reach for his ass, he stopped.
“No, don’t,” he murmured against him. “I haven’t showered.”

“But you said I always have to prepare you.”

Hanjae lifted himself, then straddled him again.
He reached for the nightstand, pulling out a condom.
“I said it’s fine. Lately, you fuck me so much I’m already ready anyway,” he laughed, sliding it on swiftly.

He settled over him again.
Hand tight around Jiwoon’s cock, guiding him inside.
Aligning him with his entrance, biting his lip as he sank down.

Jiwoon’s head fell back.
The pleasure hit him all at once, overwhelming.
“F-fuck…”

Hanjae moved over him. No hesitation. No doubt. As always, he knew exactly what he was doing.
Up and down, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. Every movement made Jiwoon shiver.

He watched him, lost in desire.
Feeling the sweat on his back, the tensed muscles of his thighs, hands braced on him.

So beautiful. So sensual.

Had anyone else ever seen him like this?
That body, those movements… How many had experienced Hanjae like this?
How many had held his hips, kissed his neck, seen him ride like a beautiful demon?

A worming thought, a cold spike beneath his skin.
A strange burn ignited in his eyes.

Hanjae jolted as the scent of vanilla hit him, sharp and invasive.
He opened his eyes only to be lifted suddenly.

Jiwoon grabbed his hips, flipping him over on the bed.
Now he was on top.

“Hanjae…?” he gasped, surprised.
But there was no time for words.

He plunged into him with a single thrust.
Hanjae’s breath caught.
The thrusts grew deeper, harder. Every stroke made him moan, every pound an unspoken declaration.

Jiwoon drove fully inside him, grunting as he felt him tighten around his cock, muscles trembling.
He looked at him as Hanjae cried his name, hands clutching the sheets, tugging fiercely.

And finally, he came, spilling onto the sheets, leaving them soaked with his scent.

Jiwoon reveled in seeing him like that.
Completely his.
His Alpha roaring.

He bit along his neck and shoulder, then followed.
A rough, instinctive, primal pleasure.
He emptied into the condom, barely noticing it stretch.

Then he collapsed against Hanjae’s bare back, forehead resting between his shoulder blades.
They stayed there, breathing hard, bodies tangled.

No words.
No thoughts to cloud their minds.

An hour later, as Jiwoon adjusted his pants and tried to tame his hair, his phone vibrated.
It was Pier.
“Idiots, where the hell are you? Saturday’s at the club. Get your asses here.”

Jiwoon read the message, then looked at Hanjae still half-naked on the bed.
He sighed.
“Looks like we’ve been locked in here fucking too much lately.”

Hanjae raised an eyebrow.
“Really? I thought we were taking it slow.”

Jiwoon pretended to be offended but smiled.
“You just squirted on my mattress.”

Hanjae flushed, despite his bravado.
“Hey, are you leaving? Don’t you have class?”

“You’re lucky, Hanjae. If you didn’t have class in half an hour, I’d make you squirt here again, right on the spot.”

“Half an hour is enough fo—”
Jiwoon glared at him, and he pouted.
“Fine, go…”

Jiwoon smiled, leaning over the bed.
A kiss on the forehead.
An unconscious, almost innocent gesture—but enough to make them look at each other.

A moment.
A second of confusion.

Then they looked away, one toward the window, the other toward the door he had to leave from.

“S-see you at dinner.”
“Y-yeah!”