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When Ivan signed the contract for a commercial featuring a child actor in an omega-targeted magazine, he hadn't thought too much of it. His agency was opening him up to more diverse roles, shifting from the mysterious and sexy bachelor image to a more suave and elegant heartthrob as he aged closer to his early thirties.
The photoshoot and teasing marketing that played to build anticipation went remarkably smooth, like all of Ivan's professional endeavors because he was a man of quality and decorum, subject to argument by one particular individual.
The commercial itself however, had Ivan facing a conundrum.
Ivan, for all things charming, did not get along with children and in this particular scenario, his negative point board accumulated from every experience he ever had with children beginning from infancy played a lethal role to his future career progression.
As soon as Ivan picked up the blonde toddler, it could sense that Ivan was just not genuine in his interest and affection and would begin to bawl.
“Perhaps it would help if Ivan nim and Layla spend time with each other.” Hansoo said, translating the director's words as the child's mum hurried to comfort her daughter.
Ah, that's its name. Ivan thought.
“We're on a tight schedule.” Ivan's manager stressed, “We can only push back by two days, perhaps three if necessary.”
“Then for the next two days, Ivan nim can bond with Layla during the shooting period and we will use that time to edit what we already have and record other scenes.” The director turned to Ivan who was quietly standing there. “Is that okay with you, Ivan nim?”
Ivan nodded, his choices were numbered after all and he would rather not delay his flight back to Korea, already missing the taste of Till's buldak despite his negligible tolerance for spice, perhaps the only thing Ivan's fellow alpha could make without turning the kitchen into flames.
With his schedule strategically shuffled, thanks to his competent manager, Ivan left the studio early, deciding to use his hard won free time to peruse the many shops in search of souvenirs for Till and his close acquaintances. He had already done the compulsory gift buying for his other social connections.
Back in Ivan's hotel room, an extravagant suite reflecting his influence in business and main gig as a high fashion model—Ivan showered and ordered for room service as he picked up his phone and scrolled through his many notifications. Most of them beginning with T and ending with L.
The mask chipped away as Ivan's lips curled on their own. He opened his contacts and pressed on his only favourite-d one. The call got sent to voicemail and it was on the third attempt the call finally got picked.
“Ivan?” Till's voice came out groggy, like he had woken up from a nap. Ivan glanced at the time and estimated it would only be five in the afternoon back in Seoul.
“Did you stay up again?” Ivan asked and the guilty pause answered his question. “Till…”
Ivan's belief stood corrected as Till changed the subject.“When are you coming back?”
Ivan exhaled quietly, a teasing grin on his face despite the fact Till couldn't see him. “Miss me already?”
“W-who would miss you!?” Till exclaimed, the little sting Ivan felt was suppressed within a breath. He could hear Till inhale deeply like he was calming himself down, perhaps the Ivan mandated therapy sessions were proving useful. “...I miss you, a little bit, okay? A-anyways, answer the question.”
“I will fly back by the end of this week. There was an unfortunate delay in shooting the advertisement.”
“Yeah?” Till asked, voice a little clearer, something toeing the line of concern and curiosity. The soft rustle of sheets indicated Till had moved. “Did something go wrong?”
Ivan hummed, debating the best way to disclose his inability to get himself into a toddler's good graces. “There is…a child. I will be spending time with her to ensure the rest of the shooting process goes smoothly since she seems to be wary of strangers.”
Ivan waited a generous seven minutes and twenty seconds for Till's following laughter to die down. Music to his ears in all honesty even if it was at his own expense.
“And so what? Your creepy ass eyes scared the kid so bad you gotta babysit her now? I wish I could see that.”
“Till…” Ivan said hopelessly.
“You'd be the only adult in the world to struggle with snatching a baby's candy.” Till mused in humour,
“Would the speaker of children be so kind as to share his words of wisdom, then? I fear I'm incapable of relating to an infant's mind.”
“Haha, sure. Wait…did you just insult me?
“No.”
“You answered too fast, asshole. But just so I don't end up burning the house getting tired of takeout, kids are easier to deal with than adults, you smile at them, they smile back.”
“I tried smiling.”
“Your fake smile does not count. They're more sensitive to pheromones before it fades away until puberty. Babies can feel when you dislike them or are uncomfortable around them.”
“They're rather similar to dogs.” Ivan said, thoughtfully, somewhat aware of Till's disbelieving huff escaping his lips in the background. “You're rather knowledgeable about children, Till. Do you like them?”
There was a pause that made Ivan feel like he had just misspoke, “This is common knowledge. You asked for tips, right? You better listen to me this time.”
Following Till's advice, the next day, Ivan wore a brightly coloured outfit and brought bribery—snacks suited for a child between the ages of three and four, and a sparkly plushie that squeaked under pressure.
Ivan had sent a picture of himself and his props to Till before heading out before his manager dropped him off bright and early at Layla's house. Apparently, re-introducing Ivan—whilst he was in the child's home that smelt like her parent's pheromones—would make her less likely to be wary around Ivan.
The next two days were an exhausting work of process for possibly everyone involved and the collective breath of relief when Layla didn't start crying with trembling lips in Ivan's arms, despite eye contact, was like a miracle prayer had been answered from the heavens.
With the shooting going smoothly, Ivan found himself space to reconsider the complexity of child bearing. He knew the science, and his family planning had died young once Till had presented even though in all honesty, the motivation had been there ever since they want on a not-date to a fair and Ivan had stood as Till soothed a child who had crashed into his legs but given his current contribution, Ivan was seriously reconsidering the chances of male pregnancy in an alpha.
The image of Till with a pregnant stomach, a child in his arm, rocking the baby as he sang it to sleep seemed to take host in Ivan's world tilting realisation. With the newfound discovery, Ivan, with his prior experience of research throughout his educational background, scoured the glorious web.
The flight back was long, as if the world was slowing its rotation on purpose. Ivan's manager sat beside him, fast asleep whilst Ivan brewed over his finds with the unfortunate lack of proof that male pregnancy was possible in alphas. Fiction dictated that there was but there was no circumstantial evidence to back such theories and even then, Ivan wouldn't go so low as to alter Till's body. Yet.
The crescent moon hung high across a rare clear Seoul city sky, the stars glittered in oblivion and the nightly chill wasn't enough for Ivan to be pulled away from his spiralling that was edging on desperation. He needed to reconvene his thoughts and attempt once again.
The taxi ride was warm, Ivan drummed his fingers over his slacks as he read the last message Till had sent him. He closed kakaotalk and opened Naver, typed, deleted, retyped before hitting the search button
One of Ivan's supposed answers was ‘baby fever.’
Ivan rolled it in his mind before dismissing it. He didn't want any baby, he wanted a Till designed baby. In fact, Ivan wanted to be the one to claim responsibility and get Till pregnant.
The second, third and fourth answers whilst made some sense, lacked the desire, instinctual or otherwise.
A forum caught Ivan's attention and by the time the taxi dropped Ivan off at Hannam-dong, facing a sky reaching complex, he had come to a decision.
The flood of Till's pheromones, typical of an alpha, warm and spicy welcomed Ivan as soon as he stepped foot into their home. Ivan removed his jacket, hanging it on the varnished wooden hooks as he rolled the sleeves of his turtleneck sweater to his elbows.
“Ivan?” Till called out from wherever he had decided to laze.
“I'm home.” Ivan answered, toeing off his shoes and slipping into his slippers that were a matching set with Till. His a wolf, and Till's a rabbit. Till's choice, Ivan sought advice.
“You look more worn out than you sounded on call.” Till observed from where he sat on the lounge’s sofa, in the background, the large mounted TV played one of Ivan's runways he had walked at the birth of his career.
Ivan observed as Till's scent sweetened, just the lightest when Till's eyes lingered and the tinge of arousal Ivan tasted on his tongue stirred a twisted instinct an alpha shouldn't be feeling towards another alpha.
Till's secondary sex presentation had come as a surprise to everyone. Personality traits were a dead theory even though the belief itself stuck so Ivan had expected Till—who was quick to defend and emotionally responsive—to be an omega. Ivan had even calculated the chances after stealing Till's DNA and assessing his family line.
Still, Ivan never thought the odds were stacked against him even if they managed to find a wonky workaround.
“Till.” Ivan started with seriousness as he came to stand at the end of the couch Till was leaning against, forcing him to lean his head back to maintain eye contact.
“What is it?” Till squinted.
“We should start a family.”
Till blinked, Ivan's questionable suggestion perhaps working his mind into overdrive because his expression blanked for a concerning few minutes that felt like hours dragged by the short clock hand.
“I can't get pregnant.”
Ivan gave Till's concern a thoughtful consideration. “We won't know unless we try.”
“Doesn't this conversation feel odd?” Till frowns before shaking his head, ““Unless you somehow find a way to get an alpha pregnant, I don’t see how you're making sense.
“Your lack of faith in yourself wounds me. Perhaps you won't get pregnant, but we might as well try. You're not going to give up before trying at least, right? Didn't take you for being a loser.”
Predictably, Till's face morphed from shock to anger. Pretty face glowing red. Hook, line and sinker.
“You can't provoke me like that dickhead, fuck you!” Till stood up, grip firm around Ivan's wrist as he pulled Ivan in the direction of Ivan's room, Till's choice.
The course of their relationship to Ivan, was a mystery he didn't feel the need to upend to question. In his mind, he had initially estimated ten or so years before Till, tired of his unsuccessful ventures into the ideal romantic marriage with a sweet omega, gave in and decided to turn to Ivan who would offer himself lightheartedly for Till's perusal. Till was not one to make plans about, given his sporadic nature and consistency to thwart Ivan's calculations.
“So, how are we doing this?” Till asked with a huff, letting go of Ivan's wrist and taking a seat in the middle of Ivan's bed.
“Ideally, we would both be naked. I assume it would be hard to get you pregnant like this.”
“Just say you want to breed me.” Till caught with precision, cheeks glowing pink. He didn't look annoyed, if anything, a little eager. “Did having one kid take a liking to you change your brain wiring or something?”
“I wouldn't say that.” Ivan replied easily, because it was the truth. Layla was a good child, but that wasn't enough to spur the desire within Ivan to get Till pregnant, even if it will have to be left to his imagination, for now.
The room was thick with Ivan's pheromones, deepening further with his interest as Till relaxed into Ivan's nest. For an alpha to be relaxed within another alpha's nest was rare, for an alpha to not become territorial with another alpha in said nest was rarer. Ivan's instincts were twisted, if anything, he was territorial over Till, not of him, the need to sink his fangs into Till's nape, knot and mount him were unnatural.
Ivan inhaled, catching a lingering scent of spice that was not fresh and his eyes snapped to Till. Canines itching with the urge to bite, bite, bite.
“Did you sleep here?” Ivan asked, voice so low it almost came out as a growl. Till's body twitched, breath hitching as Ivan's arousal flared, so responsive.
Till averted his eyes.
“No, you did more than that.” Ivan answered his own question. Possession curled low in his stomach and if Ivan hadn't been hard from the moment he stepped foot inside and caught Till's pheromones, enticing, warm, spicy, he would be now with the way soft pants escaped Till's mouth, expression blank, almost dazed as he sank further into the sheets.
“Till?” Ivan asked, wanting to disturb the peaceful lull Till had found himself drawn into, like he was scent drunk of another alpha's pheromones, of Ivan's pheromones.
Till's lashes fluttered open, the green of his iris glowing in the dim light of Ivan's bedroom, pulling Ivan like a magnet to crawl over Till's pliant body, legs already parted, so they lay face to face.
“Ivan…” Till exhaled, blinking, “Your pheromones…”
“Too much?”
Till shook his head, “Come closer.”
“I don't think I can get any closer than this.” Ivan answered, unfortunately honest. He nudged his hips against Till, taking in the gasp escaping Till's lips followed by a glare when the weight of Ivan's erection pressed against Till's rapidly hardening cock.
“Kiss me, I mean.” Till ordered and Ivan did.
With barely restrained want, heart beating in his chest whenever Ivan felt like he had Till, Ivan cupped Till’s jaw and leaned down. He stopped, their lips brushed against each other and Till’s eyes opened from where they had closed, fingers tangling into Ivan’s hair and tugging him down with a pout that only worsened the urge Ivan had to devour Till.
Ivan swallowed Till’s sigh, soft little sounds escaping Till’s lips as Ivan increased the pressure of his mouth, his movements became more insistent as Till’s scent flared, want adding to Ivan’s own desire making him respond.
Ivan’s hand roamed with familiarity, reaching beneath Till’s hoody that was really one of Ivan’s, oversized and premium cotton against warm skin. His palm flattened against Till’s stomach, soft and warm and it only worsened Ivan’s decisiveness between what he should be kissing.
When Ivan parted for air, his breath caught at how docile and eager Till looked, hair spread like a halo, gazing at Ivan whilst their pheromones called to each other, mingling and only adding to the hazy desire burning within himself.
“More?” Ivan asked.
“More.” Till nodded, already pulling Ivan back down.
Ivan pushed his hips down, delighting in the moan Till made that gave him space to slip his tongue inside Till’s pretty lips. Ivan’s tongue teased Till’s mouth as he rolled his hips, his cock pressed uncomfortably within his slacks but he couldn't find it in himself to care. Instead, Ivan pulled away and slid Till’s shorts and boxers off in one swift move, leaving Till flushed and bare.
“You’re already so wet here.” Ivan observed Till's dick, a proud size for an alpha yet dwarfed by Ivan’s, it was pretty, pink, and leaking at the tip and Ivan wanted to taste the bitterness on his tongue. Ivan was not one to hold himself back when it came to Till’s pleasure.
Ivan shuffled lower, holding Till’s eyes when he grasped Till’s dick. It twitched in his hand, ever sensitive and Till lifted his hips in response, wanting more.
Ivan tightened his fist around the tip of Till’s dick oozing pre, with a swipe of his thumb, earning a yelp from Till’s lips. Ivan’s satisfaction must have shown because Till shot him a look that was far from threatening.
“Your dick is so cute, Till.” Ivan complimented, lowering his head and taking the top half in his mouth with ease.
“F-fuck! Ivan.” Till moaned, hands coming to grasp at Ivan’s hair as Ivan hummed, alternating between licking and sucking and already Till’s thighs were trembling over Ivan’s shoulders.
Ivan’s gag reflex was near non-existent and years of reading Till’s body, memorising what made him tick, beg, and demand made Ivan a S-tier expert in making Till cum. The head of Till’s cock pushed past Ivan’s throat, Ivan let it settle as Till’s fingers tightened before he proceeded to swallow around Till’s cock.
Till came easy, his sneaky masturbation attempt surrounded in Ivan’s scent must not have been as fulfilling as the real thing and something primal in Ivan preened as cum flooded his mouth.
When Till’s dick softened, Ivan let go, opening his mouth for the sake of it, having swallowed everything. Till rolled his eyes, still panting as he came down from his high before lifting his foot and rubbing the sole over Ivan’s achingly hard cock.
Ivan groaned, pressing his groin further at the relief.
“Pervert. Bet you could get off with my teeth or something.”
Ivan sighed as Till dropped his foot. “I’d cum if you bit my dick.”
Till snorted, muttering a thing or two that Ivan did not doubt was a question of his sanity.
Ivan reached for his nightstand, the first drawer held both condoms and lube, the former rarely used. Till couldn't self lubricate which Ivan had never seen as a con because Till writhing as Ivan stretched him with his fingers, teasing his prostrate, and feeling the way Till’s hole softened over time as it became more pliant and sensitive to Ivan’s dick felt like he was leaving a mark only he could make.
“Wh-what are you-”
Ivan hushed Till, placing a kiss over his pelvis and moving upwards, he paused where Till’s womb would have been if he was an omega and nuzzled the spot, inhaling deeply as he aatrailed wet kisses up Till’s body. Till shivered beneath the attention and Ivan pushed his hoody to rest above his chest, baring Till’s nipples, pert and pretty.
Ivan’s tongue found Till’s nipple at the same time he circled Till’s hole with a lubed finger, it took a few seconds for Till to relax as Ivan switched between rolling his tongue and suckling Till's sensitive nipples. A proud accomplishment given the patience and care he had spent teasing the pretty, pink thing.
Ivan peered up at Till who was watching him through hooded eyes, and decided it was a good time to introduce his index and middle finger to Till's twitching hole. The muscle opened easily and Till moaned, squirming at the attention to his nipples and his hole.
Till's scent was stronger, taking on a slight sweeter undertone the more Ivan's fingers rubbed against his walls. “Ivan-ngh quit teasing.”
Ivan drew his head back, Till's nipple was flushed and coated in his spit and the other, it would be ridiculous of Ivan to neglect when Till had two nipples to suck and tease, especially when Till's hole wasn't ready, yet.
“I need to stretch you properly. Maybe I should take on more gigs abroad if I get you this needy.” Ivan smiled, angling his wrist and stroking Till's prostrate.
“You-fuck you ah.” Till gasped.
Ivan hummed, taking Till's neglected nipple in his mouth and sucking it as he massaged Till's prostrate with the pads of his finger, thoroughly enjoying the way the lube made Till's hole sticky and wet. Ivan added another finger and Till's dick twitched as it rubbed against Ivan's shirt, leaving a wet mess of cum oozing from the neglected tip.
Till's body was flushed, a layer of sweat making his skin glow as he rocked his hips down. Hole squeezing around Ivan's fingers, Ivan knew that Till was close, if the way his body trembled and shook was anything.
Ivan pulled his hand away and Till whined at the loss, looking accusing until Ivan snapped his belt buckle open and pulled down his zipper, finally releasing his cock from confinement.
It stood heavy and thick and Ivan reached for the lube, eyeing Till's hole stretched open just enough because Ivan had also been holding himself back and Till wasn’t making it easier with how petulant and bratty he sounded, demanding Ivan to fuck him.
Ivan guided the tip of his cock against Till's hole, rubbing the swollen rim, shiny with lube and now Ivan's precum.
“On a scale of one to ten, with ten being the most, how badly do you want me to breed you?”
“I knew you were too quiet for your own good.” Till huffed, “Is that where your mind is? You're going to stuff me with your knot anyways.”
“True.” Ivan contemplated, one hand gripping around Till's thin hip before bottoming out in one smooth thrust. Warm cum splashed high over Ivan's shirt, a little got on his cheek and when Ivan glanced down, he saw Till, back arched and head thrown back, mouth parted around a soundless scream as his fists desperately clenched the bedsheets as if that could mercifully ground him.
“You must have been really pent up, to come untouched as soon as I'm inside.” Ivan murmured, his own body tense with the effort to not snap his hips and immediately pound Till's wet hole. It was only when a shaky breath escaped Till's lungs did Ivan pull out—ignoring Till pleading to slow down because Ivan had yet to even move properly—before snapping his hips back.
Till wailed, tears dripping down his cheeks, his soft dick twitched at the continuous pleasure Ivan's cock provided, taking up all space in Till's hole and mind, brushing against everything that made Till's toes curl and stomach clench in delight.
Ivan brushed his bangs behind his ear that were covering his view. Till was so receptive, even his fingers were shaking.
“Like this, nobody would be able to tell you're an alpha, the sounds you're making…you were made to be stuffed full with alpha cum, weren't you, baby?” Ivan asked, feeling heady with the way Till was clinging around his dick, pheromones filling the room and adding to the arousal burning, their scents mixed leaving Till pheromone-drunk and Ivan seduced.
“So tight.” Ivan spoke through gritted teeth, long lashes fluttering as Till's hole squeezed around his cock. “So perfect for me.”
Ivan fucked into Till, deep and fast. Sweat built beneath his clothes and there was something obscene with the way Till was mostly naked save for Ivan's hoody rolled to his collar bone and Ivan still wearing his shirt, slacks, and socks.
Till's fingers pulled at the cotton of Ivan's shirt, his thighs brushing against Ivan's slack, tightening around Ivan's waist because the friction was almost nonexistent.
“I'm going to breed you.” Ivan promised, pressing Till's body down with his own weight, with one hand supporting Till's back and the other balancing himself so he wouldn't crush Till's smaller body, slight and slender in a way that was characteristic of an omega, not an alpha. The only alpha like thing about Till was his scent and his dick uselessly pressed between Ivan and Till's stomach, useful for coming and even that was after being stimulated from his ass.
“I can't-ah-can’t get pregnant.” Till protested, it was a sweet assumption. Proof that Ivan wasn’t fucking Till like he should be because Till had no need to think with reason. Till should just stay pretty on Ivan's cock, Ivan's cum spilling from his loosened hole and pretty tits leaking with milk to feed their infant.
“You can.” Ivan denied, “You can and I will make you.”
With a shift of his body, Ivan raised himself on his knees and pulled Till’s hips up so only his upper back supported his body.
“I-Ivan-” Till startled with wide eyes, ankles dangling uselessly from where Ivan placed them over his shoulders.
Ivan kissed the Till's ankle joint, something that was sweet before he fucked down into Till's hole with vengeance.
Till gasped, clawing at the sheets as he tried pulling away but Ivan's arms locked around Till's legs, keeping them to his chest as he pulled his hips back, held it for a second before slamming back down.
Ivan kept at this pace for a while, allowing Till nothing but the feeling of being stuffed full and deep, having his hole pliant and obedient to Ivan's rutting cock. The only sounds that left Till were of pleasure, Ivan wouldn't allow for anything else.
Till's hole sucked Ivan, giving way for his cock to continue to slide inside, punching a cry from Till's lips that eventually sounded like he was whimpering ‘I'm close, I'm close. Ivan.’
Ivan exhaled dropping Till's legs and bending them down, testing the alpha's flexibility because as much as Ivan enjoyed taking it slow, Till would end up coming alone and Ivan wanted Till to cum, stuffed on Ivan's knot.
Ivan kneeled forward and set a brutal pace, hips smacking wetly against the back of Till's thighs as Ivan moved with one goal in his mind. To fill, breed, and impregnate Till.
The mattresses' springs creaked, headboard hitting the wall but Ivan didn't pay much notice to either, not when Till was begging for his attention and holding it. Till's pale skin was flushed with sweat, tears dripping down his cheeks and eyes screwed shut as Ivan fucked him.
“Till.” Ivan growled, “Till, baby, can you take my knot?”
Till's lashes fluttered open, eyes dazed and barely there but he nodded.
Ivan grit his teeth, canines biting into his lower lip, spilling blood on Till's face as he rolled his hips, knot already formed at the base of his cock and with a few well timed thrusts, Ivan's cock angled perfectly to slip his knot inside of Till's pliant hole.
As soon as Ivan's knot plugged Till's hole, flooding Till's insides, Ivan reached down and squeezed around Till's own knot, smaller than Ivan's and Till came, sobs escaping his lips as his body thrashed, unable to move however with the way Ivan was holding him down.
“Till?” Ivan murmured softly as soon as the tremors died and eased off Till. He straightened Till's legs, massaging Till's hips when Till winced before adjusting their position, Till's back to his chest until Ivan's knot shrunk.
“Fuck.” Till's voice came out raspy.
Ivan palmed Till's stomach, there was a slight bulge there, his cock still spurting cum inside of Till.
“I think you're definitely pregnant, now.”
“If you're going to continue being this perverted, you better actually find a way to make me an omega. I can't do it like this again.”
Ivan laughed, promise in his words because there was nothing that could stop him. “Is that permission?”