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Minho's roommate was nesting.
Scratch that.
Minho's best friend was nesting.
Which wasn't necessarily surprising. He was a squirrel hybrid, heats were a somewhat regular thing and it was close to spring.
So yes, Jisung was nesting, it wasn't surprising.
What was, however, surprising, was that he was periodically, “subtly” stealing some of Minho's things for his nest. And bless his heart, he was as subtle as a whale in a pool. The hoodie, Minho took off in the kitchen because he got hot while cooking? Gone, the moment he turned around. A blanket he carried to the living room couch two days ago? Also magically gone. The clothes he took off in the bathroom to take a shower. Gone, before he could throw them in the hamper.
Hmm.
It wasn't like he minded per se.
In a weird way, it was sweet that Jisung wanted his scent in his nest.
That he needed his friends’ scents.
It was ridiculously adorable actually.
But it seemed to be a bigger deal than Minho had initially thought.
Because when he asked their other friends about it, neither of them had contributed anything to Jisung’s nest. No stolen clothes, no donated blankets, plushies, soft things. They weren't missing anything. And they all lived on the same floor.
It was just Minho.
And truth be told, Minho still didn't mind being the only one. No… it actually filled him with an odd sense of relief… and satisfaction.
Jisung was nesting and he was nesting with Minho’s scent.
He shuddered a little in bliss, his tail and ears twitching as he purred happily when he put two and two together.
The only thing that bothered him was that Jisung didn’t just ask.
Surely, he knew that Minho would never deny him this security… right?
Surely.
So, when he heard that Jisung had officially told Chan and Changbin that he was taking his week of sick leave and he saw him prepare for his stay in his nest, Minho decided to be a big boy and address it himself.
—
Jisung was in the kitchen, humming to himself as he prepared some calming tea, ears twitching with nerves, the closer his heat came. He was jittery and jumpy, but not quite in heat just yet, so Minho decided to approach carefully, his favourite hoodie in hand.
“Hey, Ji?” Jisung only hummed in acknowledgement, topping the mug off with water. “Here.”
When his squirrel turned and saw him holding the hoodie out for him, he blinked and cocked his head to the side. “Huh?”
Ears warm, Minho shrugged. “For your nest. Or to wear. Whatever you need.” Looking visibly confused, Jisung continued to blink at him, mouth falling open the tiniest bit. “Come on,” Minho laughed. “Do you only want stuff you stole?”
“What are you…” Trailing off, Jisung looked behind Minho, towards his room. The door was firmly shut, to regulate the warmth and scents, not to be disturbed by anyone but Jisung himself, but he seemed to see right through the wood because he suddenly inhaled sharply and looked back at Minho with huge eyes. “Uhm…”
Starting to get confused himself, Minho raised a placating hand. “Hey, it's okay. I don't mind, really,” he said, as gently as possible. “It's fine if your nest is perfect as it is, I'm not saying you did a bad job. I just wanted to show you that you can always just ask.”
Jisung's ears perked up at that, his formerly rigid tail, relaxing against his back. There was a blush on his cheeks and his smile looked shy. “I… really?”
Chest warm, Minho smiled back, even if he was a little confused. “Of course, Ji. Always.” He felt like he was missing something. Surely, Jisung knew how much he meant to him? How much Minho liked taking care of him?
Hesitantly, Jisung reached out for the hoodie, hand twitching like he thought Minho would snatch it back at the last second. When he didn’t, he smiled and placed his tea on the counter. Carefully, using both hands, he pulled the hoodie over his head, sighing in contentment when he was covered in it. His smile was so bright, that it made Minho's heart skip a beat.
Right.
That.
Him being in love with his best friend, probably added to the satisfaction of having his scent introduced to Jisung's nest.
Maybe… maybe in May, Minho would even be able to ask him for a shirt or two.
… or maybe that wasn't an entirely good idea.
“T- Thank you, Hyung. Do you…” Jisung hesitated, taking his tea again. “It’s not quite done yet, but… do you wanna see it?”
Minho’s eyes went huge. “Really?”
A nest was an incredibly intimate space. Really, only mates and heat helpers had the privilege to see and be near them. But… well, Minho supposed he and Jisung were quite close. Maybe it was normal among friends? He didn't think he had ever been as close to someone before, as he was to his squirrel.
Jisung hummed happily and grabbed his hand to pull him towards his room. He opened the door, just far enough for the both of them to rush through and immediately turned towards Minho to see his reaction.
Jisung's nest was as adorable as he was. It was a little bit messy and filled to the brim with several blankets, a staggering amount of pillows and the huge quokka plush Minho had gifted him around half a year ago. Their clothes, both Jisung and Minho's, were carefully used as pillowcases, and right in the middle was just enough space to snuggle in. He could see his blanket, folded and apparently used as the main pillow. Their scents were mingling together and Minho’s head went a little bit fuzzy. “Ji, it's perfect,” he smiled and Jisung seemed to breathe the breath he'd been holding. Overcome with pride and more love than he knew what to do with, Minho reached out to pet Jisung’s hair and ears. “You did really well, jagi.”
A little instinctual chirp left Jisung's mouth and his cheeks flushed with pleased colour. “Thanks! And thank you, for the hoodie.” His voice turned shy again. “I know how much you love this one.”
Not as much as I love you, Minho thought a little weakly.
He smiled. “Of course, Ji. You can just ask next time.”
“Okay.” Jisung grinned, taking a sip of his tea. His cheeks remained flushed, his scent heavy in the room and Minho suddenly had to swallow.
“Right, uhm. I better go now. Text me, if you need anything.” Pointing with his finger toward the door, he took a single step when Jisung blinked at him in confusion.
“You're leaving?” He asked, voice small.
“Uhm,” Minho looked at the nest. “Well yeah, don't you want me to?”
Eyes huge, Jisung shook his head. “Do you want to… would you maybe… uhm, do you want to continue the deep sea documentary we started? Before… you know?” He coughed a little awkwardly but continued to smile shyly.
Minho's heart all but stopped. “H- here?” His voice broke a little and he blinked a couple of times. Jisung wanted him… Jisung wanted him in his nest?
Jisung cocked his head to the side and frowned. “Of course.”
Of course, he said, Minho thought a little hysterically. Shit, Jisung had absolutely no idea what he was doing to Minho.
But…. Sure, Jisung’s scent was thick, his heat definitely close, but maybe it wasn’t as close as Minho had assumed? And… well, the nest did look incredibly cosy. Really, Minho would love nothing more than to snuggle up in it with Jisung by his side. “I- I mean, sure.” His voice cracked again to his utter embarrassment.
Jisung’s face lit up, though, so it was a small price to pay. “Awesome!” He placed the tea on his nightstand and moved towards his closet, pulling out two fuzzy-looking blankets with little acorns on them. Heat blankets… Minho flushed a scarlet colour, his tail waving around a little. Jisung threw them onto his nest and scrambled after them, arranging them underneath everything else and over his shoulders respectively. Then he looked up with another chirp and patted the spot beside him. Minho, very carefully to not disturb anything, moved onto the bed and Jisung immediately cuddled up to him and reached for his laptop. He threw the second blanket over them both and hummed happily. “Hyung, are you comfortable?” He asked, blinking up at Minho, from where he was all but lying on his chest.
Minho’s heart grew to thrice its size. He pulled Jisung just a little closer and nuzzled into his hair. “Incredibly comfortable, Ji.”
Another little chirp and Jisung started the video.
—
About half an hour into their watch, Jisung started to shift and squirm around. Five minutes later, he let out a little whine and pressed even closer into Minho’s side, than he already was. His breathing had quickened, his face flushed “Ji?”
“Sorry, Hyung-ah, can't finish.” A whimper and Jisung’s fingers fisted into Minho’s shirt. “Min-hyung.”
“Jagi.” Sitting up a little, Minho stopped the video and carefully placed the laptop on Jisung’s bedside table. Then he gently cupped Jisung’s cheeks and looked into his hazy eyes. “Heat properly starting, hm?” He asked with sympathy and Jisung nodded weakly, another soft chirp leaving his lips. “I should probably leave then, yeah?” He made to sit up properly, to tug Jisung in and to leave, no matter how much his body was fighting against the idea. Even his tail was intertwined with Jisung’s, but when he made to pull it and himself away, Jisung’s fingers tightened.
“L- Leave? Why?” He sounded confused and almost a little distressed. “Don’t leave.”
Minho almost whimpered himself. “Oh, jagi-yah. You know I should.”
Jisung shook his head, pressing closer. “No no no, but why?”
“Jisung-ah.” Oh, taking a deep breath was a mistake. Minho’s tail bristled as he shuddered. He was starting to smell slick. It really wasn't good for his heart. “You know you don’t really want me here. Not for this.”
“But- but you offer-” Another whine and a shudder. “I asked you here.” Jisung just looked confused. Flushed and confused. And so so pretty. “Hyung, please.” His eyes were clouded, breath a little fast, a little heavy. “Hyung-ah. Help me?”
This time, Minho really did whimper. “Jisungie, jagi, please don’t-”
“Don’t tease me, please. Not now.” Jisung leaned in to lick over his neck, desperate little licks. “Hyung, help.”
And Minho was a weak, weak cat. “Oh god, jagi, just…” He felt something hard brush against his thigh and hissed. “Okay, okay Jisungie, I will help you, I will.” He shifted them around, Jisung all but sitting on his lap, mouthing at his neck. Minho shivered. “But I can't touch you.”
His squirrel made a distraught sound. “But why?”
“Jisungie, just… you need to trust me, okay, I really cannot touch you.”
Blown pupils looked right at him, Jisung slowly rutting against his thigh with a slightly open mouth. His ears were twitching. “I trust you,” he mumbled, deliriously.
Letting out a sigh, Minho leaned in to press a kiss against his heated forehead. “Okay. Okay, Sungie.” He spread his legs and had Jisung fall between them, shifting him around to have Jisung’s back pressed against his chest. “Can you take off your pants for me, jagi?” Jisung nodded eagerly, clumsily dragging his sweats down, along with his boxer briefs. They were already soaked, slick glistening on Jisung’s adorable butt and thighs. Fuck, Minho wanted to lick it up. He took a shuddering breath and pulled Jisung against his chest again, making sure that his fluffy tail wasn’t all squished. “I’ll talk you through it, yeah?” When Jisung nodded again with a small whimper, Minho secured an arm around his chest and kept it there. “God, look at you. So pretty, jagi.”
“Pretty?” Jisung chirped, nacked legs dragging against each other. “Am I pretty?”
Minho pressed a kiss against his hair. “Yeah, Sungie. Incredibly pretty.”
Jisung smiled and turned his head, as best as he could to nuzzle into Minho’s neck. “Smell good, Hyung.”
“You, too, Ji.” Minho was so hard and he desperately hoped that Jisung couldn’t feel it. “Smell really good.”
A satisfied chirp and a squirm. “Can I touch? Please, can I touch?”
Minho’s gaze fell on Jisung’s pretty dick, just as hard as his own was and flushed beautifully. “Yeah, jagi-yah, you can touch. Show me how good you feel.” Jisung’s satisfied sigh, when his hand touched his dick, went straight to Minho’s. His squirrel's ears tickled Minho’s chin when he pressed even closer to his chest, squirming more with soft moans. “Just like that, jagi. Show me, how pretty you get.”
“Hyung, please.” Jisung’s voice was high and breathy, as he pushed his free hand beneath Minho’s hoodie. Brain lagging, Minho wondered why, but then Jisung whimpered and his legs shook, as he rubbed over his nipples. “Touch me, please? Please?”
Minho bit his lip, hard enough to bruise it. “I can’t, jagi-yah, I’m sorry.” He shifted his arm up, to make space for Jisung’s wandering hand, resting his own hand on his shoulder. “But you’re doing so well, so so well.”
Jisung whined, hand tightening and fastening on his dick, spreading the pre-cum over his length. “Not enough,” he mumbled, quietly. “Not enough.”
“Not enough, jagi?” Not being able to stop himself, Minho leaned in to scent Jisung’s neck, the smell as intoxicating as Jisung’s full-body shudder and his soft moans. “What do you need?”
“Hyung, need you.” Jisung tried to turn towards him, but Minho kept him in place with the arm around him. He moaned and Minho wasn't sure if it was in frustration or pleasure. “Hyung, please, inside.”
“Fuck,” Minho breathed. “Need something inside?” He asked, his voice shot through. He was rubbing his fingers over Jisung’s shoulder, the other hand fisted into the heat blanket. God, he wanted to touch. He wanted to touch so badly. But… “Wanna use those pretty fingers of yours?” He really, really couldn’t.
Jisung whined, another bead of pre-cum pearling out as he squeezed the head of his dick. “N- no, Hyung. I need-”
“Please, Jisungie,” Minho whined to interrupt him, leaning in to hide his face in Jisung’s neck for a second. To breathe him in. If Jisung asked him one more time, he wasn’t sure he would be able to resist him. “Please, use your fingers for me, yeah? Can you do it?”
Jisung gasped in a breath and nodded his head frantically. “I can. Am good.”
God.
“Yes, you are. So good.” A desperate little chirp and Jisung pulled his hand out of the hoodie, reaching downward. “One finger first, yeah? Don’t hurt yourself, jagi-yah.”
“Mmhm,” Jisung hummed, stroking his dick and gasping. Minho tried not to look, he really did, but when Jisung whimpered and pushed his head back onto Minho’s shoulder, his eyes, almost hypnotised, followed the arched neck, down the bunched-up hoodie to his narrow waist and his dick, that jumped in Jisung’s hand. “Min-hyung.”
Okay.
Yeah.
Jisung was fingering himself, alright.
Slick was glistening over Jisung’s hand, the scent spreading through the room and right into Minho’s brain. He would never be able to forget this.
Fuck.
His teeth itched to bite.
“Very good,” he muttered, voice thick, fingers kneading into the blanket, almost following Jisung’s movements. “You need another?” He felt Jisung nod, his legs shivering and running over the soft blanket. “Go on, jagi. Show me how much you can take.”
Another whine left him and Jisung didn’t hesitate to push a second finger inside, grunting at the intrusion. His hands were moving faster and faster, stroking and fucking himself almost frantically. “M- more?”
“Go ahead, jagi.” Three fingers were disappearing and reappearing, sloppy with slick. For a dizzying moment, Minho saw himself grab the hand and stick the fingers right down his throat. “You’re being so good, Sungie. So pretty-” for Hyung. He almost said it and bit his lip again. “How does it feel?”
“Good,” Jisung moaned. “Feels so good. Wanna come.”
“Yeah?”
“Need to come.” Another moan, breathy and beautiful. “Please, can I come?”
Almost delirious, Minho pressed a kiss to Jisung’s sweat-damp temple. “Go ahead, jagi. Go ahead, you can do it.” If anyone asked, Minho would swear up and down, that his arm accidentally fell lower and his hand absolutely accidentally squeezed Jisung’s pec, the heel of his hand pressing right onto his nipple.
Jisung gasped, moaned and spilled all over his hand and belly. Minho held his breath to keep himself from moaning along. He wanted to lick that up, too.
For a moment, they breathed together, Minho’s chest heaving almost as much as Jisung’s. His hands were fisted into both the blanket and his hoodie that Jisung was wearing, keeping it up, so that it wouldn’t dip into the glossy cum on Jisung’s belly.
A minute later, Jisung almost seemed to slump in his arms, sighing out a trembling breath. “Hyung?” He turned his neck, nose brushing against Minho’s chin.
“Hey, jagi.” Trying to calm down, Minho used the hand that was holding Jisung to push his sweaty hair out of his forehead. “There you are.” He smiled and looked into his slightly more aware eyes.
“Hmm, Hyung-ah,” Jisung nuzzled into his neck with a soft sigh, lips brushing the sensitive skin and making Minho shiver.
“How are you feeling?” Jisung giggled a little, nodding his head instead of answering verbally. They stayed like that for another moment, just cuddled together, both coming down from the high. But then Jisung shifted a little and his back grazed Minho’s still very much hard cock. They both froze. “S- Sorry. Just ignore that, I…” Minho chuckled a little uncomfortably. The panic was slowly starting to set in, now that Jisung was between heat waves and more himself. Would he panic as well? Would he feel awkward? Grossed out? Or even worse, taken advantage of? “Are you better? Do you want me to leave now?”
Jisung made a confused sound and looked at him with wide eyes. “Why would I want you to leave?”
Minho blinked. “Don’t you… Wouldn’t you rather be alone? Now that you’re… more you?”
Jisung frowned and sat up, grimacing a little at the mess between his legs. He wiped his hand over his belly, huffed and rubbed the cum off on the heat blanket. Minho watched the fabric absorb it rather mournfully. What a waste. “Hyung, I’m confused. Why would I want to spend my heat alone when I have a mate?”
Silence.
Aside from heavy breathing, that is, and the blood, Minho could hear, rush in his ears.
“A… a what?”
“Minho-hyung.” Jisung slowly shuffled around, stretching his tail a little and placing it over his lap to preserve some sense of modesty. He was on his knees now, right between Minho’s spread legs, looking at him with squinted eyes. “What do you think this was exactly?”
“H- help?” Minho swallowed, eyes unable to stay locked with Jisung’s. “I guess I was just… here? And helped you out?”
Jisung pushed Minho’s chin up and the close-up scent of slick and cum, punched a small moan out of him. God, it should be disgusting to be touched by hands that were just on and in Jisung, but it just made Minho harder. Jisung raised his eyebrows, eyes frightfully focused during the small break between waves. “And was that all, it was to you? You just helping me out?”
“N- no?” He whimpered, his ears flattening against his head. Shit. He fucked up. “I’m sorry, it should have been, I know, but I…” Jisung would throw him out now, angry, maybe even hate him. “I just-”
A chuckle interrupted him, a little breathless, a lot disbelieving. “Hyung, you’re so dumb.”
He froze, ears twitching, eyes blinking. “Excuse me?”
“Min-hyung.” Jisung cupped his cheeks and leaned in to press their foreheads together. “I wanted your scent in my nest.”
Another swallow and Minho’s chest started to rumble with an involuntary purr, both because of the gesture and because of his words. “Yeah?”
“And you didn't mind,” Jisung continued, thumbing at the hoodie, “you were even offering to help. Hyung, you offered to help me nest.” Blinking, Minho nodded, unsure what to say. “Until you gave me your hoodie, I didn’t even realise that I was collecting your scent.”
“O- okay?”
“Yeah. My heat came on and I instinctively started to grab your clothes.” He laughed, cheeks flushed, but eyes still clear from the fever. “We’re both dumb, baby. I didn’t even notice.”
“So you…” Minho couldn’t help but hope. “Jagi, you like me?”
“Oh Hyung,” Jisung leaned in to place a soft, gentle kiss on his lips. Their first kiss. “I’ve always liked you. A ridiculous amount.”
“Oh,” Minho breathed and leaned in to catch his lips in the second one. And the third. And the fourth. “Oh Jisungie, I like you so much.”
“That's good,” Jisung giggled between kisses. “Otherwise I'd probably have to leave the country after this heat was over.”
Minho growled. “I wouldn't let you. You aren't allowed to disappear from my life.”
Smiling, Jisung hugged him close. “Noted.”
—
Jisung, Minho deliriously realised, tasted absolutely fucking amazing. He couldn't get enough of him. Especially the way he was presented now, chest pressed to the bed, ass up in the air and hips held up by Minho’s arm, as he licked into him again and again. Punched out, needy little sounds were leaving his open mouth, with each lick of Minho's tongue.
“Aaaah- Hyung-ah, please, I can’t-” Jisung was sobbing, cheek pressed to Minho’s stolen blanket, fingers fisted into it. He was shaking all over, his belly jumping against Minho’s arm and he was a babbling mess of pleas and curses. He had already come on Minho's fingers twice and he would come on his tongue next. “Please please please, I- Ah! Oh god, oh god.”
And when Minho added three fingers to his tongue, Jisung did come, with a wail, trembling through his orgasm, as Minho milked his prostate.
Jisung’s tail was twitching, his hole sucking Minho's fingers in and he sobbed when the cat pulled them out. “Noooo, Min-hyung, please please please, no teasing anymore, I can't- I want- I need-” He hiccuped when Minho bit one ass cheek, clenched around nothing and whined and shivered with a broken moan when he saw Minho lick his own fingers clean of slick. “Fuck me, please, now now now!”
“Impatient jagi,” Minho chastised, voice deep with fondness and lust.
Jisung growled, tail slapping him in the face all too softly and Minho laughed. “I have been patient,” Jisung panted, “for years. Please, just get your cock in me already!”
“Is that any way to talk to your Hyung, hmm? You little brat?” Slapping his ass twice, Minho then stroked over it gently, when Jisung gasped.
“You like,” he whimpered after another slap, “you like when I'm a brat.”
“I do,” Minho cooed, kissing the rosy cheek. “But I've decided that I like you all cock drunk and fucked out even more.”
“Then get me there.” Another slap, another gasp.
Minho chuckled and pulled away just long enough to pull off his own sweats. “Okay, okay, jagi.”
Jisung’s eyes widened. “Of course, you walk around commando, god.” He whimpered, dick already heavy and hard between his legs again. He licked his lip as he stared at Minho's cock, mouth opening faintly and god, how Minho wanted to fuck his pretty mouth. Instead, he pushed a thumb into Jisung's hole to see a fresh wave of slick gush out. Jisung pressed his chest harder into the bed, wiggling his ass. He giggled when that earned him another slap and moaned, when Minho used his slick to lube up his cock, before lining himself up.
“Ready?”
There must have been enough genuine care in Minho's voice because Jisung smiled and nodded without a snarky remark. “So ready, baby.”
The slick sound of his cock finally entering Jisung would likely live on in Minho's mind forever and he moaned weakly when he saw Jisung's hands quiver, where they were fisted into Minho's blanket. “Fuck, jagi, you feel good.”
Jisung let out a trembling breath, teeth biting down on his own arm as he whimpered a happy-sounding “full, full, full”, his lips stretched into a blissful smile.
Minho grinned when he bottomed out, pushing forward to press Jisung completely into the mattress, covering his body. He looped one arm underneath Jisung's head, pulled Jisung's arm away and replaced it with his own. “Bite away, jagi-yah.” His chest rumbled in a satisfied purr when Jisung's cute teeth immediately latched onto his forearm. The bite tightened, the first time he pulled away and pushed right back in again with a groan.
The slick made the glide unfairly smooth but Minho tried to restrain himself. He tried to but-
“Hyung-ah, m- more!” Jisung whined, wiggling his butt again. “More more more.” Laughing a little helplessly, Minho turned them onto their sides and pushed one of Jisung’s legs up towards his chest, sliding in even deeper. “Oh. Oh yes. Ah, Hyung!”
Keeping his hand behind Jisung’s knee, Minho pressed his own leg between Jisung's to get as deep as he possibly could. And then he started to move.
“Fuck, my Jisungie's so warm,” he groaned, lips and tongue dragging over his squirrel's neck, as adorable little ah ah ahs left him with each thrust. “So warm, so so perfect.” He moved up to kiss his cheek, while Jisung was still teething on his arm, a wet patch of drool coating the skin. Jisung moaned and licked the bite.
Rolling half on top of him, Minho sought out Jisung's lips and licked into his mouth as best as he could, pulling out almost all the way before he pushed in harder than before, swallowing down Jisung's gasp. He let go of Jisung's leg, only long enough to exchange his hand with Jisung's.
“Can you hold for me, jagi? Hold yourself open for me?”
Jisung could only nod frantically, hiking his leg up, while Minho used his free hand to reach up towards his chest. “Hnnng.” Gasping, Jisung's dick jumped when Minho gently scratched over his hard nipple while he continuously fucked into him, the sound of skin on skin edging them both. “C- come. Gonna come,” he muttered almost a little deliriously. “Hyung-ah, I-”
“You can come, jagi.” Pushing deep, Minho started to grind into him, rolling his nipple between his fingers and mouthing at his neck. “Come on Hyung’s cock.”
Jisung did almost instantly, moaning, body shaking all over as he coated the heat blanket with his cum, streaks and streaks of white immediately absorbed into the fabric. “H- aaah, fuck, ah…” Minho fucked him through it, not stopping, even when Jisung clenched around him, just pushing harder against the resistance as he reduced Jisung to incoherent babbles. “Hah, ah, ah Hy- Hyung, I-”
“One more,” Minho growled, fucking him faster, fingers dipping into Jisung’s open mouth and using the warm drool to press his thumb onto Jisung’s other nipple. “One more and then you can rest for a bit, yeah?”
“H- Hyung, c- can you, ah,” Jisung whimpered, biting down on his arm again. “Please, please, can you, mmmmh…” He sobbed, fat tears leaking out at a particularly harsh thrust. “Please! Please please please.” Hard again, he dropped his leg and grabbed his dick, stroking himself just as fast as Minho was fucking him.
“What, Sungie?” Minho asked, grabbing his leg again and pushing in deep. “What do you need? Anything, jagi-yah.”
“B- bite! Bite me, please, I need- I want-” He nearly keened, his limbs weak and trembling. Minho huffed out a fond laugh, hooked his leg up with his arm instead and replaced his hand on his dick, stroking him with a stronger grip. “Ah, please. Wanna- yours! Bite, aaah.”
“Wanna be mine?” Minho asked with a groan, feeling his own high fast approaching. “That what you want?”
“Y- yes, yes, please, ah, yours.”
“Mine,” Minho growled, moving his lips to Jisung's neck again, sucking the skin into his mouth. “My jagi, my Sungie.” And he bit down, hard, his own, sharper teeth denting the skin and bruising it, hopefully for a good long while.
Jisung locked up in his hold, and then almost liquefied, coming all over Minho's hand with a broken sob. Feeling him clench again, feeling the hot softness tighten on his cock, Minho followed him with a moan, leaning forward to catch Jisung's mouth in a sorry excuse for a kiss.
“Ah, ah ah ah.” Shuddering, Jisung tensed again when he felt Minho's cum, hole clutching tight as he sobbed through a dry orgasm, to Minho's utter amazement.
“God,” he marvelled, leaning down to kiss around his cheek and temple. “Fucking perfect, Jisungie.”
Jisung whined, blinking up at him with his pupils dilated almost to oblivion. “Perfect?” He asked, voice hoarse and tiny. “Perfect for Hyung?”
Fuck thrice its size, his heart was now as big as Jisung himself. “Yeah, jagi. So perfect for Hyung.”
“Good,” Jisung mumbled. “Good.” And promptly fell asleep, utterly spent.
—
After making sure, that Jisung was actually asleep, Minho pulled out of him as gently as possible and thanked modern inventions for heat blankets. The mixture of slick and cum that immediately started to drip out of Jisung, was quickly absorbed into the blanket. Still, on shaky legs, Minho hurried to their bathroom, to grab a warm wash cloth and wipe Jisung and himself down as best he could. Then he grabbed his hoodie and managed to wrestle Jisung’s uncooperative body into it, all without waking him. His squirrel was truly out of it.
With a smile, he pressed a kiss to his forehead and snuck out of the room, after grabbing a pair of boxer briefs from the floor. He grabbed two of Jisung’s favourite iced coffee cans and frowned when he saw that Jisung had only prepared some cup ramen for his heat. Well… no wonder, he always whined for Minho to make him something during them. Huffing, he shook his head and grabbed some of his own leftovers to make some quick japchae. Armed with food and drink, he stopped in front of the door to Jisung’s room and… hesitated.
It was stupid.
He was allowed to go back in, right? They had confessed, Jisung had called him his mate, he had just fucked him through his first heat day. Surely-
“I can hear you think, Dumb-hyung, come in already,” Jisung’s tired voice interrupted his moment of panic and Minho released the breath he’d been holding.
Sheepishly, he entered the room and replaced Jisung’s laptop with the food on his nightstand. “Sorry, I…”
Jisung smiled at him and shook his head with a chuckle. “I thought overthinking was my job in this relationship,” he joked as he shuffled to the side. Minho gingerly climbed into the nest and didn’t hesitate this time, before pulling Jisung between his legs again. Jisung kissed his cheek and chirped happily.
“I’m still a little shocked that this isn’t a dream, to be honest,” Minho mumbled, a little uncomfortable with being this vulnerable.
Jisung grabbed his hand and pulled it up to his lips to press a little kiss against his knuckles. “I know, me too.”
Minho passed him his coffee and pulled him securely against his chest, before taking his own. For a moment, they just enjoyed the caffeine and the much-needed cuddle session, with Minho periodically pressing kisses into Jisung’s hair. After the coffee, Minho made sure that Jisung ate a good portion of the japchae before pressing him down with his body for another quick nap before the next wave hit.
Before he fell asleep himself, he grabbed his phone and just quickly made sure that his friends knew, that he didn’t die. He just had his hands full of his new squirrel mate.
He woke up with perfectly plush lips around his cock and wondered how on earth he was ever meant to function again after this.
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Two days later, after Minho forced a last orgasm out of Jisung, his heat was officially over. Minho peppered his face with kisses, before gathering him up into his arms and carrying him to their bathroom. “Don’t destroy my nest yet,” Jisung mumbled into his shoulder and Minho chuckled.
“I’m not leaving you in the bath alone, dummy.”
“Oh,” chirping happily, Jisung let himself be lowered into the hot water before Minho moved behind him. “This is nice.” He laughed. “I’m so sore.”
Minho hummed, kissing one of the many many bruises that littered Jisung’s lovely neck. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”
Jisung shook his head with a satisfied sigh. “Nah. It’s just been a while since I’ve had a heat helper.” Minho smiled into his neck when he felt a couple of kisses against the bites on his arm.
“Talking about heats,” he mumbled, pecking more kisses into Jisung’s shoulder until he was giggling. “May doesn’t seem so daunting anymore.”
“I’ll be able to take care of you then!” Jisung perked up. “Hyung, I will be the best mate!”
Hugging him close, Minho closed his eyes and just enjoyed the skin contact. “You already are, Ji,” he whispered, chest so incredibly warm.
“I will even help you cook,” his squirrel promised, “And we can build the nest together! I’ve never built a nest with someone else before.”
“Someone’s excited.”
“Aren’t you?”
“Of course, I am.” Minho smiled and noticed that the water had cooled down considerably. “Close your eyes, jagi.” Once Jisung did with a hum, Minho grabbed Jisung’s shampoo and slowly started to lather his hair, gently massaging the red locks. Too lazy to grab his own shampoo, he just used the residue to wash his own hair, though he did it far quicker than his squirrel’s. They took turns, lathering up each other’s tails, giggling like children in a bubble bath.
Once they were dried, Minho immediately gathered Jisung into his arms again, despite his protests of, “I can walk, you know?”
He only laughed and carried him to his room. “And I like to pamper you.” Despite his words, he let him stand in front of the bed. “Want me to throw the heat blankets into the wash?”
Jisung looked at the messy nest with a pout. “It always feels wrong to dismantle it.”
Minho pressed a kiss to his temple. “I know, but we can always just adjust it for now. I can take care of the blankets and you can grab mine from my room for tonight?”
Chirping happily, Jisung nodded. “Thank you, Hyung-ah.”
Once back in the nest, dressed in comfortable clothing, Jisung pulled up his laptop again and clicked play on the still-open documentary. For a while, they didn’t talk. There was no need to, really. They were both tired and content. But when Minho was almost dozing off on Jisung’s shoulder, his squirrel finally broke the silence with a chuckle. “Let’s sleep, baby.”
“Hmm.” Minho blinked sluggishly and let himself be manoeuvred onto his back, Jisung climbing right on top of him, before pulling Minho’s blanket over the both of them. He clicked off the reading lamp and snuggled into Minho’s neck. With the last of his energy, Minho wound an arm around him, securing him in place. He pressed a kiss to his temple and mumbled a sleepy, “Love you, jagi.”
Jisung jumped slightly in his arms, before somehow snuggling even closer. “I love you, too, Hyung.”
Early the next morning, Minho woke up to a small, exhausted red squirrel, curled up on his chest. He only took a second to shift, curled his cat body around his precious mate and went right back to sleep.
The outside world could wait just a little longer.