“Oppa—” Yuta groans lowly, fingers digging into his forearm.

Mark gasps sharply, hand slipping off Yuta’s neck as he curls over his back, hips moving uncontrollably as he spills into him.

“Fuck, fuck—”

Yuta laughs breathily. “Did you just come?”

or: Mark gets a taste of his own medicine

If Mark hadn’t been an alpha, there is no doubt in Yuta’s mind that he would’ve gone for him. He waits for a moment, then he asks, “Hey, Mark? Have you ever thought about sleeping with another alpha?”

Mark chokes. “Um!” His voice comes out high-pitched and squeaky with embarrassment. “What… Why do you ask?”

“Because I’m thinking about sleeping with another alpha.”