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Jisung is loud when he sniffs the air, breath dragging through his nostrils noisily as he walks beside Felix, trailing behind Jeongin and Seungmin. Jeongin pays him no mind at first, humming as Seungmin holds out his ice lolly for Jeongin to slurp at. It’s good. Sweet and tart all wrapped into one, and he nods his approval as he swallows the juice down.
Seungmin comes to a stop as they reach the corner where they’d told the others they’d meet them, and when Jeongin follows suit, Jisung walks into the back of him.
With a frown, Jeongin turns, hand absently lifting to smooth out his hair. He spots Jisung, rubbing at his nose with a pinched brow. “What are you doing, hyung?” he asks, with a confused little smile.
“Nothing,” Jisung says, moving his hand to stick his tongue out at Jeongin.
“He was sniffing you,” Felix supplies helpfully, draping himself over Seungmin’s shoulders. The omega doesn’t react, head buried in his phone as he taps at the screen.
Betrayed, Jisung clicks his tongue at Felix with a pout. “Felix!”
Without looking up, Seungmin deadpans, “What? Like we don’t all know?”
Jeongin doesn’t know. Jeongin has no idea what they’re talking about. Sniffing him? Why? Does he smell?
He’s saved from having to formulate a response as Jisung pushes past him, shouting, “Channie-hyung! I’m getting bullied!” as he runs off.
Still about fifteen meters away, Chan laughs, opening his arms for Jisung to throw himself into. From Chan’s left, Minho’s eyes narrow, like he’s trying to parcel out which one of them he should scold (or praise) for teasing Jisung.
Jeongin is left befuddled about the whole thing.
The sound of Jisung gagging makes Jeongin stop and turn toward him. They’re supposed to be meeting up with Minho and Changbin for some small-scale outdoor music festival, but Jisung has been starving since they left the house, so they’re making their way down a cramped street full of food vendors.
Jeongin ducks his head, trying to catch Jisung’s eye as the omega covers his nose and mouth with one hand, head hung low. “Hyung?” he says softly. “Are you okay?”
Jisung is quick to nod, but Jeongin can spot the pinch between his brows as he reaches to tug his sleeve over his hand to better cover the lower half of his face. “I’m fine,” he says. “Just— I smelled something that doesn’t agree with me.”
That’s vague. But Jeongin knows Jisung has a very sensitive nose. It had always been that way, but only worsened when he presented at nineteen. Years later, when Jeongin had presented as an alpha, he’d worried briefly that his new, stronger, alpha scent would bother his hyung’s nose. Thankfully, that hadn’t happened. Having it be neutral was much better than the thought that his scent could make Jisung retch like that.
“Can I do anything to help?” He asks, stepping into Jisung’s space, one hand settling instinctually on his waist.
He isn’t expecting it when Jisung steps even closer to him. “Maybe just—” He tucks his face into Jeongin’s neck. “Is this okay?”
“Yeah, sure, hyung,” Jeongin says, but his voice cracks and his heart thumps loudly in his chest. “Are you sure my scent won’t make it worse?”
“Definitely not,” Jisung mumbles, wrapping his arm around Jeongin’s waist so they can continue walking. “Yours is nice; nothing at all like whatever alpha I’m smelling.”
Oh.
Jeongin prays to god that the pride bursting in his chest doesn’t spill out of him in the form of thick alpha pheromones. Judging by Jisung’s little puff of laughter, his prayers go unanswered.
“You smell like the beach. Like heat and the ocean spray and the breeze. Reminds me of summer.” Jisung speaks so softly, so fondly, that Jeongin doesn’t know how to respond. He just wraps his arm around Jisung’s shoulders to hold him close as they make their way down the street.
Jeongin does his best to keep all his alpha instincts in check, but it’s difficult with Jisung’s sweet scent clinging to his curls that brush up against Jeongin’s jaw.
“Thanks, Innie,” Jisung says.
“Of course. I mean, it’s no problem, really,” he responds, trying to ignore the way Jisung’s lips touch his skin when he speaks. Jeongin bites his own lip to keep from commenting on how he can feel the dampness of Jisung’s lips, can feel the tickle of his breath as he takes Jeongin’s scent in.
No problem at all. Except now Jeongin has to schedule an appointment with himself to properly overthink it all.
Presenting late wasn’t something that particularly bothered Jeongin. For a brief stint, he’d worried, anticipating it so much that he had started to feel stress eat away at him — the anxiety of what if it doesn’t happen?
The notion was a bit silly. Plenty of people present late. He was lucky enough to have found his pack before his presentation anyway. Even if Chan’s bite wouldn’t take until afterwards. There was something nice about the routine of the mark he’d given him once a week. It made them both tear up when it was finally time for his actual claiming bite, and to this day, Jeongin melts when Chan fits his teeth into the mark.
His actual presentation had been as expected. None of them, including Jeongin himself, were surprised by his alpha status, and with all seven of them having presented before, the pack was prepared and handled it easily.
Also as expected, he’d tried to hole himself up in his room, spend it alone. It had all been so overwhelming, all the scents, the feelings, the hot, burning desire in the pit of his stomach, the itch of his teeth.
In the end, he’d spent it with the betas. The idea of having an alpha in the room set him on edge. Thinking about having an omega there put so much pressure on his shoulders to perform, to provide, but no one had been upset with him. The others had all trusted Minho and Hyunjin to take care of him.
Jeongin had stumbled out of his bedroom, bleary-eyed and loose-muscled from the entire ordeal, to find Jisung alone in the kitchen, looking pretty and flushed in just one of Changbin’s tee shirts and a high cut pair of underwear.
Their eyes had met and they’d both frozen in place. Jeongin’s nose had twitched, suddenly so sensitive to everything. Jisung’s sweet scent, floral and coated in honey, had tickled the back of his throat, and he’d had no control over the rush of pheromones that had spilled out of him in response.
Part of Jeongin had wanted to cross the room right away, to pull Jisung into his chest, to drench him in his scent and sink his teeth into the delicate skin of his throat.
His throat that Jeongin had watched twitch around a swallow as Jisung stared at him. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
Jeongin hadn’t known how to respond, so he’d just shrugged. “‘M alright.”
Jisung's nose had scrunched and then he’d shut his eyes and said, “Wow…”
And Jeongin really hadn’t known what that meant, so he’d just watched, jaw stupidly slack, as Jisung finished up in the kitchen and then ducked by him with nothing more than a “I’m glad you’re feeling okay now.”
Jeongin had stared after him, breathing in his scent in his absence and for the first time in forever, feeling very confused about their relationship.
It wasn’t until weeks later that Jeongin had learned from Felix that Jisung had dealt with a flash heat during Jeongin’s presentation, sweating and writhing and restless until Felix had stuck him on his knot to sate him.
Jisung never told him himself, and so Jeongin had tried to bury the information into the back of his mind.
Living as a pack of eight has its ups and downs. Jeongin can normally find some peace and quiet when he really needs it, and the rest of the pack is typically good about encouraging him to speak up when he’d like to be alone. He doesn’t mention that he doesn’t find that part to be very hard, and rather, it’s the opposite that he struggles with.
He’s never really been one to ask for attention. He’d even tried to spend his first rut alone, just on principle, but Hyunjin had stifled that possibility swiftly when he’d built a nest for him and practically dragged him into it.
But that was a few months ago at this point, and Jeongin, though still somewhat newly-presented, has settled into being an alpha quite well.
He has his own room, albeit a bit small. Most homes are built with enough rooms for each person in an average to mid-size pack to have a small room of their own, and the bulk of the house is for the den and the kitchen. Jeongin likes his room.
Jisung also likes Jeongin’s room.
There must be some sort of karmic debt for Jeongin to repay, because Jisung bursts into Jeongin’s room without knocking just after he’d finished tugging his underwear back up after jerking off.
“Jesus, hyung! A knock maybe?” Jeongin says, narrowing his eyes at Jisung, who is stood in the doorway, his nose twitching.
“Sorry, I just— do you smell that?” he asks, completely ignoring Jeongin’s mostly naked form as he looks around the room.
“No,” Jeongin answers truthfully. The only thing he can smell is his own scent — pheromones and arousal and cum all mixed in. His own face twists in confusion, and he takes a deep breath to try to see what Jisung means. Underneath himself, all he can smell is the thick, cloying scent of omega tumbling from Jisung’s scent glands to flood Jeongin’s space. He shakes his head, and again says, “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Really?” Jisung says, lips pouting out.
“What does it smell like?” Jeongin asks.
“It’s you,” Jisung says simply. “I just— I don’t know. I could smell you from the hall, and it just— nevermind.”
Nevermind? How is Jeongin supposed to think about anything else? Jisung makes no move to leave afterward, just stands at the foot of Jeongin’s bed, head leaned forward like he’s still trying to get a whiff of Jeongin, of his alpha scent, his pheromones, his cum—
“You’re so weird,” Jeongin blurts.
He doesn’t even have time to be mad at himself for being an idiot, because Jisung is launching himself onto his bed with a loud “yah!” to try to wrangle Jeongin.
He’s strong for an omega. He always whines when Jeongin says that, but he ends up laughing in the end, and that’s all that really matters. He has the upper hand as he worms himself into Jeongin’s lap to hit at his chest.
Jeongin tries to catch his wrists and fails. “Hyung, quit it!” he shouts, but he’s laughing, and he gives up on catching his little fists and instead wraps his arms around Jisung’s waist, tucking his head into his chest to try to get some leverage to wrestle him down onto the bed.
Laughing loudly, Jisung tumbles to the side, trapped under one of Jeongin’s legs. “You’re a bully! A mean alpha!” he yells, eyes wide in accusation, even as he continues to laugh.
“Me?” Jeongin says, grinning. “You started it!”
Their laughter peters out, and Jisung pants lightly as he tries to catch his breath from the commotion. They’re still a bit tangled together, but suddenly Jisung’s nose scrunches and he’s leaning further into Jeongin’s space.
“Sorry,” he mutters, but he’s still leaning in anyway, nose bumping against Jeongin’s jaw. “Just smell good.”
Fuck, Jeongin thinks. Thank the heavens he just got off, because if he hadn’t, Jeongin is sure he’d be hard over this — tangled up with his pretty omega telling him how good he smells, how nice his scent is after he comes.
“‘S’okay,” he says, voice a hushed whisper.
And it is. It is okay. This is fine. Jeongin has lain with Jisung so many times. Months ago, before he’d presented, they used to sleep together. Seungmin constantly tells him he’s being stupid, but Jeongin just isn’t sure that things hadn’t changed. Jisung was always their initiator. But ever since Jeongin presented, he hasn’t initiated anything — not even a kiss on the lips.
Not wanting to push, Jeongin has convinced himself that maybe Jisung only wants to be with one alpha. Plenty of packs have couples within them. The way Jisung’s scent is always twisted in with Felix’s speaks loud enough. (Nevermind the fact that Felix and Jeongin have slept together since his presentation, plus the other alpha gives him kisses every day.)
“You think really loudly,” Jisung says suddenly, burrowing further into Jeongin’s embrace.
And Jeongin can’t really help the puff of laughter that’s startled out of him. “Sorry, your highness. I’ll try to quiet down in my own room.”
“Thanks, ‘preciate it.”
They both laugh, and Jeongin wraps his arm around Jisung’s shoulders to hold him close. Maybe someday soon Jeongin will have the courage to ask Jisung about all the confusing thoughts in his head and the feelings in his chest.
On a random Tuesday afternoon, Jeongin gets let out of work early, and he thanks the universe for the blessing as he walks home from the bus stop with a spring in his step. He knows most of the pack will be out of the house, but he’s excited for the extra time, no matter if he’s spending it alone or with his pack.
He means to check the house when he doesn’t find anyone in the entryway or the den, but he makes a pit stop in his own room to set down his things.
He doesn’t expect to make eye contact with Jisung when he walks into his own bedroom.
Jisung is hunched over Jeongin’s laundry basket, and when Jeongin enters, he quickly drops the item in his hands — are those Jeongin’s underwear? — back into the hamper.
“Uh, hyung… what are you doing?” Jeongin asks carefully, hand still resting on the doorknob.
“Nothing!” Jisung answers, both too loud and too fast. His face pinches and then he shakes his head, always so animated and expressive. “No, not nothing, I just— I’m looking for my hoodie, because I can’t find it anywhere, and I— I already checked Channie-hyung’s basket, and Seungmin said—”
“Hyung,” Jeongin interrupts, and Jisung’s mouth snaps shut with an audible click. He looks small, across the room with his shoulders curled in, and embarrassed, cheeks flushed red. Jeongin can smell him from here, his scent thick and tainted from his stress. “If you want some of my clothes for your nest, you can just ask.”
“Oh,” Jisung says cutely, nothing more than a little puff of breath.
His scent sweetens right away, honey thick. He’s not quite in his preheat, but Jeongin keeps very vigilant track of his omegas’ heats, and he knows it’s approaching rapidly. Not that he’s spent one with Jisung since he himself presented, but… just in case. To take care of him. In whatever way he can.
“Yeah, oh,” he says, crossing the room in a few steps. He sets his things on his bed as he passes it, and then sets about helping Jisung to dig through his laundry.
They make a little pile on the corner of Jeongin’s bed. Jisung is adamant about a pair of sweatpants that Jeongin had worn to the gym a few days prior, and Jeongin secretly tucks the pair of underwear he’d caught Jisung with under a tee shirt in the pile. Jisung doesn’t need to know he put them there on purpose; he can just be happy about it later, maybe. Hopefully. Jeongin isn’t going to think about it; he isn’t.
“Thanks, Innie,” Jisung says, arms bundled around his little stash of clothes. “You’ll come see it when it’s done?”
“Of course, hyung,” Jeongin says, following him to the door.
Jisung presses a kiss to his cheek before darting down the hall, and Jeongin is left with unspoken words settling thick at the back of his throat once more.
The warm, damp scent of an omega’s preheat wafts into the room long before Jisung actually crosses the threshold. Jeongin looks up from his phone immediately, watching as Jisung blinks blearily, sniffing loudly.
Hyunjin, from where he’s sat at the other end of the couch with Jeongin’s feet in his lap, glances over the back of the couch at him. “Hey, baby. All good?”
Jisung just grunts, still sniffing, and Jeongin bites at his lower lip. “Is it me again?” he chances, trying not to sound too hopeful.
But Jisung doesn’t reply, not in words. He just leans over the back of the couch to bury his face in Jeongin’s hair, takes a deep breath, and hums his affirmation. He radiates heat as he crawls over the back of the couch to lay himself flush against Jeongin’s body.
“Ah, hyung!” he complains, grunting when one of Jisung’s elbows catches him in the ribs before he settles down.
Hyunjin excavates himself from under Jeongin’s feet. “Don’t start fighting,” he scolds lightheartedly. “I’m meeting hyung for coffee, so be nice to each other.”
With his cheek squished against Jeongin’s, Jisung mumbles, “We’re always nice to each other.”
“Mhm, okay, baby,” Hyunjin appeases. He blows each of them a kiss as he retreats toward the door. “I’ll bring back some stuff for your heat, Jisungie. Any requests?”
“Ice cream!”
“Yes, yes, that we know. Anything else?”
“No, thank you.”
And then they’re alone.
Jisung is so warm and sweet-smelling that Jeongin almost finds it hard to ignore as he opens his phone again. He resumes his mindless scroll of TikTok with Jisung’s head resting on his chest, and he angles his phone so Jisung can watch with him.
Eventually, Jeongin manages to stop thinking so hard about Jisung’s scent, about the heat of his body up against Jeongin’s, about his hot breath each time he laughs against Jeongin’s chest.
Until Jisung starts squirming. At first, he moves his legs, placing one to the outside of Jeongin’s hip. Next it’s his hips, shifting. Then his arms, tucking up under Jeongin’s rib cage. And finally, it’s everything, Jisung’s mouth popping open so he can breathe deeply through it, and Jeongin can tell the discomfort of his preheat symptoms is getting to him.
“Hyung…” Jeongin says quietly, taking a chance to break the silence between them as he sets his phone aside.
“Mh?” Jisung responds, nothing more than a garbled hum against Jeongin’s chest.
Nerves suddenly grip Jeongin’s heart, but he decides to push past them. It’s just Jisung. Jisung who is Jeongin’s packmate, Jisung who he cares about, who cares about him, Jisung who is, at least to some degree, his omega. And his omega is suffering from his preheat, and Jeongin’s alpha instincts are biting at him to help.
“Would you wanna— I mean… We can— If you wanted to, we could—” Jeongin takes a deep breath — mistake! Jisung smells so good — and spits out the rest of his sentence. “You know, scent each other.”
“Really?” Jisung pops up right away, propping himself up over Jeongin so he can look down at him, lips pouted and eyes wide with shock.
“Yeah,” Jeongin says easily, hands migrating to Jisung’s waist. “I mean, you used to scent me all the time.” And he did. It was normal for Jeongin, unpresented, to walk around smelling like Jisung — of the whole pack, really, but Jisung in particular was determined to not let Jeongin leave the house without smelling of the pack.
“Yeah, but that was before you presented,” Jisung says with a frown.
Jeongin feels his stomach twist, uneasy with the things Jisung may have left unspoken. “Why would that change anything?” He can’t take it anymore. He has to know.
Sitting up even further, Jisung stares down at his own hands, resting gently on Jeongin’s abdomen. “I dunno,” he mumbles. “Wasn’t sure if you wanted me… you know, like that, and I know when I scent with Lixie and Changbin-hyung… I dunno… It’s different from before.”
Suddenly, Jeongin realizes that Jisung is feeling… shy about this. He can’t tell by his face, which is flushed red from his preheat, but his scent has soured a bit, and he won’t meet Jeongin’s eye.
And yet, Jeongin is caught up on the fact that Jisung thought there was even a chance that Jeongin didn’t want him like that.
“Hyung.” Jisung glances at him. “We’re pack. Of course, I want you.”
At that, Jisung beams, smiling like Jeongin hasn’t seen in longer than he cares to think about. Jeongin smiles back, eyes scrunching from the push of his cheeks. The tension between them is light and sizzling, nothing thick or stressful.
That tension catches fire when Jeongin tilts his head back, turning to the side to offer his neck to Jisung. He gasps softly, and then a gentle purr starts up in Jisung’s chest. In common society, it’s not typical for an alpha to let an omega lead in something like this, but Jeongin doesn’t mind at all, especially not when Jisung is clearly very pleased by it as he leans forward to bury his face in Jeongin’s exposed neck.
It’s electric, the pleasure that zings up Jeongin’s spine when Jisung noses at his scent gland. He settles back down on top of Jeongin, arms curling around him, and the fingers of one hand threading through his hair from behind his head. Jisung is content to rub himself all over Jeongin’s face and neck, coating him in his preheat scent, and Jeongin feels pride blossom in his chest. His inner alpha has only ever felt this pleased the day Chan had set his claiming bite into Jeongin’s neck.
When Jeongin returns the favor, it’s with gentle hands and quiet patience. Jisung melts into a little puddle of goo on top of him, purring and preening as Jeongin softly rubs against him, leaving behind a strong coating of his own pheromones. They’re swirling together now, so much that it will be obvious to anyone who comes home that they’ve been scenting on the couch.
Not that it matters much. They’re all pack, after all. Jeongin has a funny feeling a lot of them have been waiting for this to happen, anyway.
Jisung wriggles even closer, and it takes long minutes of their scenting for Jeongin to realize that Jisung’s scent has changed. There’s something undercutting it — something sweet and potent, and all too Jisung. It dawns on Jeongin suddenly that he can smell Jisung’s slick.
Once he notices, it’s the only thing he can think about. With Jisung’s face tucked into his neck, lips wetly smushed up against Jeongin’s throat as he purrs, arms wrapped around Jeongin, slicking in his underwear all over their scenting.
Throat feeling dry, Jeongin’s arms tighten instinctively around Jisung’s waist, holding him flush against himself. “Hyung…” he says gently.
“Mh…” Jisung grunts, sounding hazy and content.
“Hyung,” Jeongin says again, swallowing harshly. “You should go to your nest.” It takes every fiber of determination in him to get the words out. He wants nothing more than to take care of Jisung himself, to satisfy the omega in his lap until he can rest easy, heat soothed. But it’s not about Jeongin.
And yet, when Jisung pulls back, just far enough to look at Jeongin, the sting of rejection is clear on his face. “Don’ wanna… Can’t I—” He pouts, frown deepening in his features as he tries to articulate himself clearly. “Can’t I stay here with you?” He sounds so quiet, so insecure, that Jeongin feels his heart pound in his chest and his teeth itch with the need to bite.
“Hyung… I can smell your slick,” he says. He’s sure Jisung knows, but he needs to say it anyway, needs him to understand that he should go to his nest, that his heat is coming on, that he should be in his safe space.
He doesn’t expect the next words that come out of Jisung’s mouth.
“It’s ‘cause I want you,” he says, daring to meet Jeongin’s eyes. Jisung’s pupils are already a bit blown out. Jeongin has to shut his own eyes and take a deep breath, which doesn’t help at all, the smell of slick and hot, wet, ready omega filling his nostrils and fucking up his head. “I’ve always wanted you,” Jisung continues. “You said you want me.”
“I do.” Jeongin says it through clenched teeth, but there’s no hesitation.
Jisung’s hands, clammy, come to hold Jeongin by his cheeks. “Then kiss me,” he whispers, nose bumping into Jeongin’s own. “You haven’t kissed me in so long.” His voice shakes when he says it, and Jeongin can feel the desperation in every word.
There are so many things Jeongin could say. So many thoughts and feelings that have run through his head for months now, ever since his presentation. Words unspoken. Worries that stirred in his chest. Insecurities about being an alpha – being a good alpha. Fear that Jisung didn’t want him anymore.
He says none of them. He takes Jisung’s face in his hands and kisses him.
It’s everything Jeongin expected and more. It’s soft and sweet and desperate as they both cling to each other tightly. Jisung hums happily against his mouth, and Jeongin swallows the sound eagerly, parting his lips when Jisung’s eager tongue seeks entrance. It’s wet and messy as Jisung tilts his head the other way, licking past Jeongin’s sharp alpha teeth to claim every corner of his mouth.
By the time they pull back, Jeongin has to gasp for his next breath, feeling dizzy with Jisung’s pheromones clogging his senses. Jisung doesn’t hesitate to kiss along the sharp length of Jeongin’s jaw, nipping gently with his little omega fangs before returning to his mouth.
Jeongin has to use all his willpower not to moan when he feels Jisung start to rut against him in his lap. They’re both so worked up, so tangled into one another, that it becomes clear extremely quickly that they’re both hard, and Jisung, with a little grunt, pulls away from Jeongin’s lips to say, “Will you come to my nest?”
Jeongin’s alpha pride swells at being asked into a pretty, prime, perfect omega’s nest, and he’s all too eager to accept the invitation. He nods, licking Jisung’s spit off his lips and trying – and probably failing – not to sound too desperate when he says, “Yes.”
Clambering off the couch together, Jisung leads the way to his room, tugging Jeongin along by the sleeve of his hoodie. When they enter, Jeongin takes in the sight of Jisung’s nest – mostly on his bed, but also spilling intentionally onto the floor, creating an even larger space full of blankets and pillows and clothes – so many clothes.
Jisung enters first, and then pulls Jeongin along with him, settling them both into the plushest part of the nest before blinking at Jeongin expectantly. “How is it?” he asks. “You like it?”
Honestly, Jeongin’s brain is short-circuiting a bit, because of the strength of Jisung’s heat scent. It’s so strong – coating everything in dizzying pheromones and the decadence of his slick. Underneath it, Jeongin can smell… primarily himself, he thinks, as he spots one of his hoodies wrapped around Jisung’s pillow. But he can smell Chan, too – his dominant pack leader scent undercut with the softness of his omega scent. Then Felix, the sharp tang of his alpha scent cutting through Jeongin’s nose to settle at the palette of his throat.
Jeongin focuses, and he’s able to pick up the notes of their other pack members too – Seungmin’s fragrance and Changbin’s musk, with the comfort of their betas Minho and Hyunjin settling over it all like a blanket.
“It’s perfect,” Jeongin says, honestly. Because it is. It’s cozy and warm and it has all his favorite people in it, even if they’re not actually here with them.
Jisung’s smile shines, his chest puffing out with pride. As he does, Jeongin spots another item at the edge of the nest and reaches for it, unable to tamper the urge to tease when he holds up his own underwear.
“Didn’t know you were such a pervert, though,” he says, grinning at Jisung.
“Hey!” Jisung shouts, snatching the underwear from Jeongin’s hand and tucking them behind himself. “Those were just… with the stuff you gave me. It’s not like that,” he says, but he has a hard time holding their eye contact when Jeongin raises a brow at him.
“Oh?” Jeongin taunts, leaning into Jisung’s space. “So you didn’t get yourself off with your face buried in my underwear?”
Jisung’s face turns bright red.
Jeongin had been kidding.
In the silence, all Jeongin can focus on is the pheromones in the room – Jisung’s, running rampant with arousal and embarrassment – and even his own, thick and potent with desire as he pictures Jisung getting off to his scent.
Jisung still looks a bit mortified, so Jeongin saves him by tugging him closer, back into his lap in the center of the nest. With Jisung’s thighs bracketing his own, Jeongin rests his hands on Jisung’s waist and says, “It’s okay, hyung. That’s actually kind of hot…”
“Really?” Jisung asks, shy.
“Mmh,” Jeongin affirms, tucking his face into Jisung’s neck to finally taste his heat scent straight from the source. It’s good – better than good – as Jeongin kisses his scent gland, tongue lolling from his mouth to trace a long path up Jisung’s neck. He’s gentle as he nips at the sensitive flesh, fitting his teeth over Chan’s mark to suck at his skin.
Jisung lets out a vocal breath, neck limp as he lets his head fall back for Jeongin to have access to everything he wants. Jeongin’s arms wind around him, holding his limp, pliant body close to himself as he tongues over his flesh.
It doesn’t take long for Jisung to grow needy and start to tug at Jeongin’s clothes. He wants them off, whining about how he wants to be skin-to-skin. “Innie,” he groans. “It’s too hot – don’t you care about me?”
Jeongin laughs at his exaggerated words. Clearly the preheat desire is getting to him. Jeongin pulls back to look him in his unfocused eyes. “Don’t you trust me to take care of you?” he asks, reaching to tuck an errant curl behind Jisung’s ear.
Eyes going a little wide, Jisung nods. “I mean… by all means, please do,” he says, eager and wanting, unable to help himself as he grinds into Jeongin’s lap – just a little.
And Jeongin, so desperate to be a good alpha, doesn’t want to make him wait for anything, so he urges him out of his lap so he can give Jisung exactly what he wants. They get each other out of their clothes quickly, and once they’re both bare, Jisung drops into a very traditional presenting pose – ass up, with his face pressed into the sheets.
“Hyung, you don’t have to–”
“I know,” Jisung cuts him off. “I just like it. Wanna show you that you can have me.”
And if Jeongin has to reach down and hold his own cock to keep it from twitching too hard, well then at least Jisung can’t see it from this position.
His hole is even prettier than Jeongin remembers – flushed and now dripping wet between his cheeks, which Jeongin spreads with both hands. His slick is everywhere – over his ass, running down his taint and balls, continuing to spill past his rim under the weight of Jeongin’s stare.
And the smell. Maybe a stronger alpha could have resisted temptation, but Jeongin is a weak, weak man.
He dives in tongue first, and they moan in harmony at the first touch of Jeongin’s mouth to Jisung’s rim. Jeongin feels his face get sticky wet from his nose to his chin instantly, but he doesn’t care – he breathes deeply as he digs his tongue deeper, fucking it into Jisung’s hole, finding nearly no resistance as it so desperately wants to be filled.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Jisung gasps, fingers clutching at whatever fabric is closest to him.
Jeongin hums his assent, licking at him firmly, even as his fingers slip on the slick on his cheeks as he tries to hold him open.
Jisung lets him indulge for just a few short minutes, but he’s a restless omega, and he grumbles about how he doesn’t want to wait anymore as he pushes himself up.
Jeongin hardly has a chance to blink before Jisung is pressing him back into the pillows in the nest. He gets his mouth on Jeongin’s needy, ruddy cock all too quickly, swallowing him down just long enough to drool all over it.
Eyes fluttering shut, Jeongin resists the desire to grab Jisung by the hair and hold him down, and instead, lets him do as he pleases as he crawls into Jeongin’s lap, reaching behind himself to guide the tip of his cock to his hole, so he can sink down.
Jisung leans forward, gasping against Jeongin’s mouth as he takes inch after inch of Jeongin’s cock. It’s not even a challenge, because Jisung is so wet and open and ready, his body so willing to accept an alpha, lost in his preheat as he is.
Once he bottoms out, Jisung wraps his arms around Jeongin’s shoulders and tucks his face back into his neck. “You smell good, my pretty alpha,” he says, kissing at Jeongin’s neck as he lifts himself, only to drop back down slowly.
“You’re perfect,” Jeongin responds, arms winding around Jisung’s waist to hold him close. He keeps them loose, allowing Jisung the freedom to set an intimate pace as he starts to ride, fucking himself in Jeongin’s lap.
It’s filthy, the slow grind of Jisung on his cock, but it’s so good – with Jisung’s preheat scent wreaking havoc in Jeongin’s brain, making him dizzy with lust. He has to fight the urge to snap his hips upward and fuck into his wet hole as hard as possible.
It doesn’t matter, anyway; Jisung is needy enough that his pace quickens soon enough. It grows and grows until Jisung is riding like his life depends on it. Jeongin plants his feet on the bed, giving Jisung some extra resistance to find leverage to slam his hips down into Jeongin’s. They’re both loud between their kisses, gasping and grunting through the effort, but the loudest sound is Jisung’s slick. It’s everywhere. He’s just so wet – his slick is webbed between his ass cheeks and Jeongin’s pelvis, creating a sticky, messy sound every time Jisung lifts up, and a loud plap every time he drops back down.
“God, hyung, you’re so fucking wet, it’s insane,” Jeongin says, biting at Jisung’s lip to sate some of the urge he feels to sink his teeth into him.
“‘Cause of you,'' Jisung gasps against his mouth, tongue dragging after his words, chasing Jeongin’s teeth. “‘Cause I want you so bad, my body wants you so bad, alpha–”
Jeongin growls. It’s sudden and loud, and he’s so embarrassed for just a second, but then Jisung throws his head back and moans, and then he’s coming, slick drenching Jeongin’s lap even further as Jisung reaches down to jerk his spurting cock, spilling a mess of cum between the two of them. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunts, legs shaking as his orgasm steals the last of his strength to keep him from riding any longer.
The clench of his hole is even tighter now, and Jeongin grits his teeth. “Shit,” he hisses. “Please, hyung, can I? Can I knot you, please?” Jeongin is not above begging, not now, not with his inner alpha howling at him to tie his knot up inside this perfect, gorgeous omega on top of him.
“Yeah,” Jisung says, breath stuttering in his chest as he wraps his arms around Jeongin’s head, holding him close to his neck and chest. “Yes, want it– alpha, knot me– I’m good– you’re so good, please– knot me, knot me,” he rambles.
And Jeongin rambles right back. “Wanna fill you up, omega– wanna knot you so bad, fuck–” Jeongin holds him by the hips, pushing and pushing until his rim gives just enough for Jeongin’s knot to slide into place, and then Jeongin rocks up into him just a few times until that coil in the pit of his stomach snaps, and he’s coming, knot swelling to its fullest and cum pouring from the tip of his cock to fill Jisung’s already wet, gooey insides.
Now that they’re tied together, Jeongin relaxes, riding out the waves of his orgasm as Jisung hums at the feeling of being filled. Jeongin shifts his knees up, and Jisung grunts at the shift in angle, but then slumps against Jeongin even more as they lay together.
Jisung’s tongue is hot and wet as he licks sweat off Jeongin’s temple. And Jeongin can’t even scold him for being gross, because he does the same thing to Jisung’s damp throat. Jeongin’s brain has turned to absolute mush, and he doesn’t even care. His omega is happy and sated, and Jisung is purring against his chest, the smell of sex and Jisung’s nest wrapping around them.
“Fuck me, I could get used to this,” Jeongin says, voice rough and grin lazy.
Jisung pulls back to smile at him so brightly. He’s loose and pleased when he says, “Would you spend my heat with me?”
Insecurity rears its ugly head once more, and Jeongin tries to tame the shock he’s sure is on his face. “What about Felix? And Changbin? Or Chan. Or–”
“Having too many cooks in the kitchen can be kind of overwhelming for me,” Jisung admits. “I normally only spend it with a few people anyway.” Now that he’s mentioning it, that is something Jeongin knew; he’d just never really asked why. “So if you wanted…” Jisung looks away then, a bit shy. Or maybe nervous? “Well, it could just be us this time… If you want.”
Really, Jeongin has no idea what he was ever so worried about. This is Jisung. His Jisung. His omega. Nothing would ever change that.
He reaches up to guide Jisung’s face back so he can look at him. “Hyung, I would really love that.”
Jisung can’t stop smiling, even as they kiss. Jeongin doesn’t mind that most of his kisses end up against Jisung’s teeth. He likes Jisung’s teeth. He likes everything about him.
“Jisung!” It’s Hyunjin’s voice, from the entrance of the house. “Your ice cream is here!”
They don’t stop kissing, but Jeongin tunes his ears carefully, which makes it easy to hear Changbin: “Whoa, smells like sex in here, holy shit.”
“Finally!” Seungmin wails, and now it’s Jeongin who’s smiling into their kiss, causing them both to laugh as their teeth click together.