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For a while now, Heeseung has had their next door college kid that comes home for the holidays — he said he needed the extra money and Heeseung needed someone — babysit his son on days he needed to get out of the house.
The babysitter is an alpha, Riki, he introduced himself to Heeseung when Heeseung had gone over to their house to give his mother something he baked and the kid — there's gotta be at least 10 years between them — had been the one that opened the door for him.
He's heard of him from his mother a few times but since Heeseung moved into the neighborhood a little later than everyone else so he never got to meet him before now.
He'd only just gotten closer to his mother too because they met every morning when he was taking his child to school and she was going on a walk.
He's friendly and nice even though he doesn't look the part and Heeseung's omega feels at peace with him so he had offered him the position when Riki's mother made it known that he hasn't found a part time job for the short period of time he'll be home.
They've been at the arrangement for almost three weeks now. Riki is an angel, always coming over on time and watching Jaehyun until he falls asleep either next to him on the couch where they're watching cartoons or reading while Heeseung makes time for himself.
Some days, it's for a date but the dates always have something missing from them. It's not easy being a single omega mother and trying to get back to the dating life knowing that he might find no one that wants him for who he is. And other times it's to hang out with his friends from his previous apartment.
Heeseung usually gets back and meets him late at night from his hangout or date and Riki is waiting for him so he can go back home and probably game or talk with his friends on the phone. Which is what kids his age do, right?
It's always been like that; an arrangement. Heeseung is the employer and Riki the employee. No other reason for them to interact with Riki's rosy cheeks and pouty mouth when he looks down at Heeseung's usually towering frame but only now, the older omega has to look up at the far younger alpha to make eye contact with him while Riki tries not to flush and maintain a nonchalant image that Heeseung just finds awfully cute.
He does an amazing job wearing his son out and then finally tucking him into bed after the kid has passed out somewhere around the house — Riki usually tells him he ends up on the kitchen floor after they've finished eating and haven't made it back to the living room to play some more.
Heeseung has been really satisfied with his babysitting work for weeks now and he hasn't had a complaint from Jaehyun, the kid always excitedly waiting for Riki to come over so they can hang out, so interested in having another male figure in the house that he sometimes declines hanging out with his own friends.
But Heeseung doesn't see the harm in it since Riki, an only child as well, enjoys playing with Jaehyun.
So as a treat, he decides to throw a barbeque for the three of them. The date he was waiting on that weekend canceled last minute and so Heeseung had changed into a green nightdress, one that stopped over his thigh, lace adorning the hem, strings for sleeves and a matching silk robe that he tied at his middle with a rope and walked past the living room to the kitchen, paying the boys no mind as they tousled on the carpet (he doesn't notice Riki's eyes following his movement).
He gets about five minutes of silence in the kitchen as he starts bringing out things to place on the grill while nursing a drink he'd fetched from the fridge before Riki steps into the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe to take in Heeseung's lithe and absolutely sexy body being hugged by the gown and to brace himself so he didn't pop a boner the moment he walked into the kitchen.
“Do you need any help?” he mutters as he steps further into the kitchen. Heeseung's head turns from where he's bent down over scavenging in the freezer for more meat.
He sees Riki staring at his ass unabashedly, rubbing his palms awkwardly over his jeans and Heeseung feels a flush to his face as he stands up to his full height.
“Sorry?” He asks, taking a swig of his drink. “Oh sorry, can I get you a drink? Beer or something else?” Heeseung turns to the fridge to grab a can of fanta for Riki.
“Anything is fine. I was asking if you needed help,” Riki says, stepping closer and grabbing the drink Heeseung hands to him. “Thank you.”
“I wanted us to have a little BBQ,” Heeseung announces with a bright smile. “My date canceled.”
“Oh, I'm sorry about that,” Riki says, really meaning it but his attention keeps slipping down to where the omega's robe has fallen off his shoulder and is exposing his skin.
His scent spikes in the air around then and Heeseung's nose twitches at the faint change in the atmosphere. Heeseung used to be affected by the scent of an unmated alpha in his home after being used to only having his own scent over everything but Riki's scent compliments his own in some way and doesn't affect him as much.
His scent is strong in the house now, sticking to every furniture and utensil and even in Jaehyun's room. So Heeseung finds it normal that Riki is emanating more pheromones around him. Maybe they're meant to calm him down after noticing his distress.
“That’s okay. Wanna help me set up the grill?” He asks, handing Riki a torch and nodding his head towards the backyard door that's opened. “I'll get the meat ready.”
“Alright,”
They have fun grilling the meat, Jaehyun eating most of it as it was on the fire even though Heeseung said to let it cool but Riki kept entertaining him. Riki did most of it because they found he was better at it than Heeseung who burnt half of a pack of meat the moment they started.
Then Heeseung took charge when Riki went to answer a call that took too long and had him coming back looking sad with a smile that didn't reach his eyes when Heeseung asked if he was okay and he replied affirmative.
Heeseung knew he had to talk to him — his omega senses were tingling, begging to provide comfort — but after he's tucked Jaehyun in bed. So for now he watches Riki muster up the courage to smile at the boy and feed him more meat from the pile they'd finish grilling and try to maintain a steady conversation with Heeseung.
He helped Heeseung tidy up the backyard when they were done and took Jaehyun to watch some TV before he fell asleep on the carpet, leaving Heeseung to store the rest of the meat they didn't grill and to pack the rest of the barbeque for Riki to take some home and the rest in the fridge.
When Jaehyun, who was leaned against Riki's body, chatting to him about something on the screen had drifted off into a deep slumber, Riki went to the kitchen where Heeseung was doing the dishes.
He quietly slipped next to him, nudging the omega to creat some space for him as he rinsed the plates and wiped them with a rag and set them down on the rack.
“Are you okay?” Heeseung starts, looking at Riki's side profile, his eyes fixated on the plates in front of him.
Heeseung starts releasing calming pheromones to make Riki relax, which works because his shoulders droop down when he inhales.
“It's boring college stuff,” he shrugs.
“It's not boring if it's bothering you,” Heeseung nudges him with his arm in an attempt to get him to say something. “Come on, even if I can't do anything, I'll at least be a listening ear.”
Riki finally looks up from the last plate he's wiping dry and after he drops it in the rack, he turns to Heeseung who encourages him to speak with a jut of his chin.
“The project I spent so much time and money on last semester was an absolute failure,” he sighs out, his hands coming to his face to rub it like he was in catastrophical trouble.
“What happened to it?” Heeseung asks carefully.
“Honestly? Probably nothing. The professor just loves to mess with kids and I happen to be one of his victims this year,” Riki says it so calmly but his scent is giving off the anger he tries to conceal. “And I gave it my best, I really did. I don't know why we have to pay the price for someone so incompetent.”
Heeseung understands honestly because even after college, you deal with people like this at work as well and there's just no avoiding them it seems.
And while he's already been done with college for years now, he still tries to give some sort of advice to Riki while rubbing his bicep gently with his hand.
Heeseung has always been touchy with him so Riki doesn't flinch away from the touch or say anything, just nods and follows the omega behind when Heeseung suggests they watch a movie to make him feel better after he tucks Jaehyun in
Riki can't say no to him so he sits by the foot of the center couch as Heeseung sets up the Netflix using a remote while he's perched on the same couch, laid down with his head resting on the armrest.
The movie is a nice distraction, sure but Riki's mind keeps drifting to the sight of Heeseung's legs, his lips as he spoke to him and tried to comfort him, his shoulder just there, unmarked and waiting for his teeth to sink into them, his plump chest that fills out the small pockets on the nightgown.
Heeseung is downright sexy and Riki has really tried, he's done so much holding himself back, trying not to pouch on him the moment the omega had walked into their home and said hi to him. He'd been on his best behavior maintaining a healthy distance between their crotches when Heeseung hugged him so he wouldn't feel his erection pressed against his hip.
And the worst part is Heeseung is so oblivious to his own sexiness. He's literally walking sex and his scent oozes attraction but he never notices it, just walks around smelling and looking like that without a care in the world.
He's so touchy too, always holding Riki's hand to thank him for staying long and pulling him in for a hug when Riki says goodnight. He knows he's just being nice but come on, can't he tell that Riki is just a hormonal college boy and Heeseung's the ideal milf in every porn video?
He's doing it now too, his hand has somehow slipped into Riki's hair and he's scratching his nails over his scalp. Riki is stuck in place, not wanting to move or read the the room wrong and do something wrong that would make Heeseung stop masking the entire room in his sweet, milky scent familiar to omegas that have given birth.
Riki's already satisfied with just this until Heeseung speaks up, the sound of his voice silky in the room. “Do you want to come up here, Riki?”
Riki turns his head, effectively removing Heeseung's hand from his head. “What?”
Heeseung is a pretty sight from down here. His hair is falling down to his neck beautifully, his nightgown has fallen to the side due to how he's laid down and Riki can get a perfect glimpse at his cleavage, obviously soft and so plump and probably full of milk still and it takes everything in him to not come on the spot at the thought of latching on to one and sucking to his fill.
He blinks when Heeseung repeats himself.
“Do you want to come sit next to me?” The omega pats the space next to him, small and tight but Riki could fit and be pressed up against him if he tried.
This has to be a sign. This has to be an invitation for something. There's just absolutely no way Heeseung hasn't picked up on his change in scent and there's no way he's torturing him like this by scooting forward a bit to make the space behind him seem more spacious like Riki hadn't already made his mind before Heeseung even asked.
“Um.. okay, yeah.” He says and gets up with a huff of air.
It's a little awkward as he lays down behind Heeseung and instead of Heeseung turning back to the movie and leaving Riki alone with his thoughts, Heeseung throws his hand over Riki's shoulder, pulls him to rest on his chest and pulls Riki's other arm that's not wrapping around his middle through his back, to drape itself over his waist.
This close, Riki could count the number of lashes Heeseung had if he wanted to. But he instead steadies his breathing and tries not to focus on how sweet Heeseung smells and how warm his body is pressed against his and how tight he'll be if he were to eat Riki fuck him senseless.
Riki releases a shuddering breath just as Heeseung's hand lifts and he starts caressing Riki's arm with his fingers.
“It's okay,” he praises. His hands continue farther up his arm and into the nape of his head and up into his hair to shift the strands away from his face. “You did okay, hm? You're a good boy.”
Riki doesn't look up from where his head is resting on Heeseung's chest but his arm tightens around the omega and his voice is tight in his throat when he says, “Thank you.”
Riki keeps shifting his head on his chest, just trying to get comfortable but he's already on thin ice, his cock is working against him, already chubbing up in his jeans and every little movement he makes that makes him rub against Heeseung makes him a little dizzy. It's not helping matters that he can feel the hardness of Heeseung's nipple through the silk.
But Heeseung doesn't seem to mind it, content with rubbing his hair. Riki can't help it, he can't hold it back anymore and he'd be dumb to not take this chance that's been presented to him on a silver platter.
So he shifts closer, presses his face harder on Heeseung's chest and starts rubbing his cheek over his tits. Heeseung doesn't even move to show that he's bothered about it or something, at least not until Riki shifts, pressing his cock up against Heeseung's thigh and without even knowing, he starts making small moaning sounds as he feels Heeseung's nipples over his shirt and his cock rubs deliciously against his bare thigh.
His jeans are so uncomfortable and he wishes he could reach a hand down and pull the zipper down to pull out his cock and rub his wetness all over Heeseung's thigh until he came but his hand is only free enough to come up to Heeseung's chest.
Heeseung’s head turns down to look at him while Riki looks up at him as well and he dares to grope a feel of Heeseung's other tit through his nightgown.
Riki's nose twitches when he smells the sweet change of scent of the omega preening down at him.
“Oh?” Heeseung’s own hand comes up to hold Riki's hand that's against his chest and helps him squeeze his soft tit. “You poor thing. You're nothing but a baby, aren't you?”
Heeseung's voice is soft and soothing as he speaks to Riki. Riki nods gently, his breath coming out in soft puffs, eyes gleamed over with tears from how fucking hard he is, so turned on it's the only thing he can think of, his alpha instincts riding high in his veins.
Heeseung shifts his leg so it's lodged between Riki's legs, his entrapped cock pressed against the soft skin.
“Yes.. yes, mommy,” Riki mumbles, his mouth full of cotton, unable to make coherent thought processes, mind on nothing but the quick work he makes of undoing his button with one hand, pushing his pants down enough to pull out his cock from his underwear.
It slaps wetly against Heeseung's thigh and Riki releases a breath that jerks his body when he ruts his hips up his thigh.
“Look at you. So cute,” Heeseung coos. He pulls down the string of his nightgown to reveal his tit that hangs heavy on his chest, a droplet of milk on his nipple. “You want mommy to feed you? Give you some comfort?” He cups under his tit and moves it towards Riki's mouth that's prying open to take in Heeseung's nipple.
“Please, yes.” Riki's words are jumbled up but at least the message is sent across to Heeseung.
Riki's mouth closes over his nipple and he immediately gives it a suck, Heeseung gasping at the shock and then relaxing back into the couch. “There you go.”
Heeseung's chest is so soft and he sighs out as he pulls Riki closer, let's him nurse on his tit, cradling his face and letting Riki find comfort in his hold.
Riki continues to rub his cock that lathers precome all over Heeseung's thigh at the same time that he suckles on Heeseung's milking tits, sucking like a pacifier to calm him down.
He's already so close and can feel himself about to soil Heeseung's body as well as his couch so he tries to hold it off a bit but that proves impossible when Heeseung's hand come down to start stroking him from balls to tip, using his wetness as lube.
He really shouldn't, he really could hold back any other time but Heeseung is cooing sweet nothings in his ear and he's so hard it hurts and the omega smells so good and and—
Riki comes with a twitch of his leg, his toes curling and his hips thrusting up against Heeseung's thigh as he paints his entire leg white with release.
He feels like a hormonal teenager — not far from the truth — that just had his first sexual experience and he's about to start feeling bad or guilty for coming so fast, Heeseung pulls him closer to his chest, urging him to keep sucking while he used a rag on the carpet to wipe Riki off.
They stay like that, Riki now tucked back into his jeans and Heeseung now turned on his side, chest to chest with Riki — more like Riki's face to his chest because he's still feeding from his tits interchangeably, a little milk (maybe from his last heat) oozing out if he sucked hard enough and it's already making Riki's eyes slip close with sleep like a big baby.
Heeseung cards a hand through his hair. It's strange. But if he can provide him with just s little comfort in some way that Riki does by coming here every evening to cater for his kid, then Heeseung thinks he's doing a good job.
“That's all you wanted?” Riki makes a humming sound like an affirmation, his eyes still closed, feeding on Heeseung's chest like an actual baby. Heeseung leans down and presses his lips to his hair. “There you go, mommy’s got you.”