spices and honey (слэш)

Shizun pushes his face into the warm skin between his jaw and neck, breathing deeply, panting in his scent like it’s delicious, like he can’t get enough of it. Like he wants Binghe in the same way he desperately wants Shizun.
“Omega…” Shizun groans. “How…?”
Omega. Omega. The word echoes around the inside of his skull, his empty hole pulsing and his mating mark aching.