Thread by @_silverclaws

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#omegaLWJseason

Au where alpha!WWX never learned proper scenting etiquette, so when he feels the urge to bury his face in omega!LWJ’s neck, he just… does it.

It’s one of those days when LWJ smells like too many things: food from an event meant to entice freshmen to new clubs, strong disinfectant used to clean the dorm floors, and worst of all, alphas.

WWX has discovered that LWJ absorbs scents like a damn sponge, always carrying bits of his day over to their shared apartment. WWX usually receives it with a fond heart;

picturing LWJ carefully avoiding freshly mowed grass from staining his white trousers, or the smell of strong coffee making him frown. These are mundane parts of LWJ’s days that WWX wouldn’t get to witness otherwise.

But occasionally, LWJ will smell like other people. It’s unavoidable, especially on days when LWJ has been in crowded lecture halls or volunteering for every cause presented to him. But this, this is different. LWJ smells /strongly/ of alpha. That has never happened before.

“Hey, long day?” WWX greets as LWJ stacks his books on the centre table.

WWX takes great pride in tainting LWJ’s belief that things should only be put in their correct place. It’s counterproductive to the uni lifestyle WWX is getting him to lead.

“Mn,” LWJ responds, straightening up to his full height. “Very long.”

All of WWX’s little victories against LWJ’s stubborn nature pale in comparison to this: LWJ walking straight into his arms when he holds them open. It’s just as satisfying as the first time it happened.

WWX doesn’t even think about it. LWJ is wearing a loose boat-neck sweater that exposes a bit of his clavicles and a lot of his neck, so it’s only fair that WWX presses his nose right up against his warm skin. Why is it out in the open otherwise?

WWX has only ever scented his friends back home, ones he practically considers family. Not quite like this—but it feels right with LWJ.

WWX’s scent is quickly overpowering the rest, purging the alpha stench from LWJ’s body.

He has his face buried in the space where LWJ’s neck meets his shoulders, right where his scent glands are. When his lips brush against it, LWJ lets out a strangled sound. His slender fingers curl in WWX’s shirt and WWX waits with bated breath, though he does not know what for.

For a second, everything is still. Then, LWJ pulls WWX impossibly closer.

Something snaps inside WWX at that moment and he loses the little control he had. One of his hands trail up LWJ’s back to grip his hair and tilt his head back, and the other grips his waist tight.

He presses his lips hard against LWJ’s scent gland, his tongue poking out to lave at the spot. LWJ whines and sags in his hold like a puppet with its strings cut. WWX effortlessly supports him so he doesn’t fall over.

He feels almost hungry with the need to absolutely drown LWJ in his scent. It’s not coming out of nowhere. He has always wanted this, at the end of every day when LWJ walks through the apartment door.

To rewrite LWJ’s day to just WWX for a moment. But that would be selfish, he has always reasoned.

Well, he’s being selfish right now and he couldn’t care less.

// slight nsfw

A single moment shatters their bubble. Just as WWX is recognising his own body’s reaction to having a handful of pliant LWJ, the unmistakable smell of slick penetrates the air.

WWX draws back like he has been struck and only then does he realise how far past scenting he has taken this, how many lines he has crossed. LWJ’s eyes are shut, hair mussed from WWX’s grip, and there’s a goddamn hickey on his neck.

“Lan Zhan,” WWX says, shaking him, genuinely fearing for a second that LWJ has passed out.

LWJ blinks his eyes open with some effort and the look on his face is more befuddled than angry. “Oh. Is it break time?”

WWX’s first thought is: ‘oh my god i’ve scented him stupid.’

“Why don’t we sit down?” WWX suggests. He’ll need to google side-effects of rather… /intense/ scenting immediately.

LWJ nods at first, then shakes his head. “I can’t,” he says with a blush high on his cheeks. So cute.

“Ahem,” WWX clears his throat, willing his sappy thoughts away. “Why not?”

“Please don’t make me say it.”

“Say what?” WWX scrunches his eyebrows. It dawns on him a few seconds later. “Oh /oh/ right, your slick will stain the couch.”

“Wei Ying!” LWJ looks outraged.

“It’s okay, I can fix this!” WWX takes a seat. “Alright, come here and sit on my lap.”

It’s not as if LWJ has /never/ sat on his lap before. Just. You know, not when they’re both clearly turned on.

WWX considers retracting his offer, but LWJ is already lowering himself onto WWX’s thighs, looking humiliated. WWX absolutely cannot have that.

“Hey.” He turns LWJ’s face towards himself. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Look, I’m hard too!”

“Wei Ying,” LWJ says, pained.

WWX laughs. “What? I’m not made of stone, you know?”

“Yeah?” LWJ asks, voice low.

“Yeah.” WWX swallows. “Lan Zhan, are you seeing someone?”

“No,” LWJ says, almost as if offended by the notion. Of course, WWX realises belatedly, LWJ would never cheat on his partner.

WWX means to apologise or something, but all that comes out is, “Whose scent was it on you then?”

“What?” LWJ asks, confused.

“Well, there are several, but one stands out more than others. An alpha,” WWX finishes awkwardly, realising how jealous he sounds.

“Oh,” LWJ says.

“Oh?”

“It’s the sweater,” LWJ says. “I borrowed it.”

“From?” WWX prompts.

“An alpha,” LWJ says. Wincing, he continues, “Someone spilled water on me and my shirt turned translucent.”

“Ah,” WWX mutters weakly. That’s… an image.

“I didn’t think about the scent,” LWJ says, not helping at all with the way he shifts in WWX’s lap to face him. “I just changed and got home as soon as possible.”

“Was it the peach shirt?” WWX whispers.

“What?”

“Nothing!” WWX sits up, jostling LWJ. “I’m sorry that happened. You could have called me, I’d have rushed over.”

LWJ shakes his head, but a small smile pulls at his lips. “I managed.”

“Yeah well, call me next time,” WWX insists. “I can take care of you, you know?”

“Oh?” LWJ’s expression is carefully blank, which never bodes well for WWX. “Are you saying you will provide for me, alpha?”

“Lan Zhan,” WWX says, unsure whether to hide or paw at LWJ, “I’m sitting under you. Rock hard. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t make it any worse.”

// last update for tonight, i need to 💤 //

“Wei Ying.” LWJ bites his bottom lip, suddenly hesitant. “Is that the only reason you scented me?”

WWX feels a little disoriented. “What?”

“You have never done it before.”

“I don’t normally scent people,” WWX says softly, hands absently running up and down LWJ’s thighs.

LWJ seems surprised by this.

“I just… never felt like it?” WWX admits with a shrug. “I want to scent you all the time though, it’s weird.”

LWJ’s eyes widen and his ears turn red.

“What?” WWX grins, tugging an ear playfully. “You can dish it out but can’t take it huh?”

LWJ pretends to scowl at him but only manages it for a second. “So it wasn’t because I brought a foreign alpha’s scent into your territory?”

“My territory—“ WWX suppresses a laugh. “What are we in, the 1800s? I’m more bothered by the scent being on *you*.”

LWJ’s eyes widen, and his hands fist in the material of WWX’s shirt again.

The lines WWX keeps disregarding are the ones they’ve drawn themselves. They flirt and touch each other more intimately than a friend would, but they always stop before it leads to anything substantial.

This is the closest they’ve come to tipping over the edge. Honestly, it had been fun at first—the push and pull, the anticipation. WWX had been the one to push at first, just to revel in LWJ’s reactions.

It doesn’t feel like a game anymore.

WWX has to at least try. There’s a very real possibility that one of them will eventually grow tired of the empty flirtations and move on. WWX hates even smelling another alpha on LWJ, he’s sure he won’t survive LWJ actually dating one.

“Lan Zhan, go on a date with me—“

“Take me to bed—“

WWX’s mouth drops open when he makes sense of the sentence spoken over his.

“I was trying to be romantic…” WWX says a little weakly.

LWJ pointedly looks between them and WWX sighs.

“Okay, so you’re sitting on my lap and we were two seconds away from jumping each other’s bones, but! It’s about the principle,” WWX argues. “I want to woo you.”

There is a contemplative look on LWJ’s face, eyes soft. “You can do both. I am yours.”

WWX takes a sharp breath and stands up abruptly, taking LWJ with him. It elicits a tiny, high-pitched sound from him.

“Did you just squeak?” WWX can’t help but ask.

LWJ glowers at him. “No.”

WWX carries LWJ to his bedroom, insisting all the way that he *knows* what he heard. LWJ bites his shoulder in retaliation.

“I’ll drop you,” WWX threatens.

“You will not.”

WWX lets him slip out of his grasp a little, then panics when LWJ doesn’t tighten his own hold on WWX in fright. LWJ’s little smile when WWX immediately catches him is both beautiful and extremely annoying.

No matter, WWX gets his revenge soon enough.

“What are you doing?” LWJ asks, bewildered.

“Pick whatever you want.” WWX makes a sweeping gesture to his open wardrobe, putting LWJ down.

“Why?”

“Well, I’m not taking you out in another alpha’s sweater.” WWX shrugs.

“You are not serious,” LWJ says, and he looks so put upon that WWX has to suppress a laugh.

“I am. Get dressed,” WWX commands.

“Wei Ying.” LWJ doesn’t whine, but it’s as close to it as he will ever get.

WWX can’t help it, he swoops close to drop a chaste kiss on LWJ’s lips.

“Lan Zhan, I’m going to romance you whether you like it or not,” WWX declares. “You’ll fall right in love with me.”

LWJ opens his mouth, then shuts it. Pointing to WWX’s black hoodie, he says, “I want that one.”

WWX grins.

The End :) Thank you for reading!