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Donghyun wakes up with a long exhale, sounding like a deflating balloon as all the air gets pushed out of his lungs. Although not heavy, there’s a weight on top of his chest. He groggily blinks his eyes open, and once they adjust to the darkness of early morning, he stares at the strange mass on top of him, burrowed beneath his blanket. Since when did they adopt a dog? Aren’t they too busy to take care of one at the dorms? This is why his fish are the best. They can exist in their own little world that Donghyun built for them on the kitchen island.
The silhouette wiggles, so he pokes it. A loud whimper cuts through the air.
Oh. “Hyung?” Donghyun asks, suddenly much more alert. There’s another whimper, and then a wet nose presses against his neck. He finally registers the smell of burnt sugar sticking to him. “Jaehyun-hyung?”
“‘M sorry,” Jaehyun mumbles into his skin. “Hyung’s sorry, Donghyun-ah. It came early, and, and—”
Donghyun softly shushes him, wrapping his arms around Jaehyun so he’ll stop squirming so much. He pushes the blanket up, and Jaehyun’s round, wet eyes shine at him. He brushes Jaehyun’s bangs out of the way, and they’re matted with sweat. He presses the back of his hand against Jaehyun’s forehead, and it’s alarmingly hot. “Your rut’s here?”
Jaehyun sighs in relief at the coolness of Donghyun’s hand. “Almost.”
“Why didn’t you go to Sungho-hyung?” They usually help each other through their cycles. Being roommates now makes it all the more convenient.
Jaehyun presses his nose back into the crook of Donghyun’s neck. As a beta, he doesn’t have much of a distinctive scent but, then again, Jaehyun has a more sensitive nose than most alphas. “He kicked me out of our room.” Donghyun can hear the pout without even having to see it. “He gets all fussy like this sometimes. Says he’ll bite my dick off if I come anywhere near him with a knot.”
Donghyun laughs. “You need to warm him up to you first.”
“Warming him up is staying as far away from him as possible until he’s disinfected my side of the room to his standards,” he huffs.
“Hyung,” Donghyun implores, quirking a brow up.
“There were no sponges on the ground this time! Wet or otherwise!” Jaehyun insists.
He patiently waits.
“And so what if I dug his used underwear out of the laundry bin!”
There it is. Donghyun pauses to think about it for another second. “Wait, used? ” That’s even worse than he expected.
“It’s where his scent is the strongest,” Jaehyun replies, shameless. “He won’t let me scent him when I’m all sweaty and gross like this.”
“But aren’t you always like this?” Donghyun ribs.
The burnt sugar smell intensifies, and Jaehyun pulls away before Donghyun can stop him. “Hyung will go,” Jaehyun says stiffly. “Sorry for bothering—”
“No, no, I’m sorry,” Donghyun all but gently shoves Jaehyun’s face back into his scent glands. Now’s not the time to push Jaehyun’s limits for taking a joke too far. “You’re not bothering me at all.”
Jaehyun takes a deep inhale and practically melts in Donghyun’s arms. The smell of rich, brown sugar starts permeating the air instead, now. “You smell good.”
All is forgiven, then. “What do I smell like?”
“Rain,” Jaehyun immediately replies, “like when grass finally gets watered.” He aggressively noses at Donghyun's neck, starting to rock in his lap like he’s not even aware of it. He definitely isn’t. “It’s good,” he repeats.
Donghyun quickly grabs the glass of water he left on his bedside table last night, though, before Jaehyun can get too ahead of himself. “Drink, hyung.”
Jaehyun whines at having to part from Donghyun’s neck, but then gulps down the water like he’s parched. He stops before finishing it all and holds the glass to Donghyun’s lips. “You too,” he insists. Donghyun takes it gratefully, drinking the rest of it before setting the glass back down onto the table.
“Come on, hyung.” The imprint of Jaehyun’s boner has been pressing into Donghyun’s stomach for a while now. He readjusts Jaehyun so that he’s sitting squarely on one of his thighs. “It hurts, doesn’t it?”
Jaehyun gasps, his hips kicking up against him as he circles his arms around Donghyun’s shoulders. “It does, it does. So much.” He grinds down with intention now, his voice wobbly when he cries, “But, but I’ll make Donghyunie all messy,” sounding genuinely upset, even as he makes no move to stop.
Donghyun shrugs. “Just don’t take off your pants.” It’s going to be laundry day for everyone, now, anyway.
Jaehyun nods, accepting this easily enough. He harshly pants against the meat of Donghyun’s shoulder, and Donghyun tries to release calming pheromones into the air. He can’t entirely tell if it works or not, but Jaehyun keens high in the back of his throat as he ruts against Donghyun’s thigh harder. Donghyun keeps his hands busy, patting Jaehyun’s hair or soothing along his waist or rubbing down his back. Jaehyun’s overheating in his hoodie, so it honestly is a little gross when Donghyun slips his hands underneath it and they slide against the sweat on Jaehyun’s back. But it’s okay, he can handle the most disgusting parts of Jaehyun with steady hands. It’s worth it when Jaehyun groans in relief at the skin-to-skin contact.
He’s gnawing at Donghyun’s collarbone now, something to do with alleviating the phantom aches he gets in his gums during his rut, his need to bite. That’s probably why the omegas muzzle him sometimes. Or maybe they just get a kick out of how good Jaehyun looks when he cries when he’s denied something. Donghyun can’t blame them, not really. His own cock is half-hard now, a combination of morning wood and the pheromones they’re drowning in, though not much arousal stirs in his belly.
Instead, his heart swells with satisfaction when Jaehyun looks at him like this, eyes glazed and red with tears, feverish with rut. Like this, he looks at Donghyun like he’s his entire world.
“Are you close?” Donghyun croons into Jaehyun’s ear, and Jaehyun whimpers pitifully against his skin. “Gonna give it to me, yeah?”
”Yeah,” Jaehyun echos. His hips are moving erratically now, jerking with no rhythm, and Donghyun can already feel the wet spot forming between their two layers of fabrics. Jaehyun sniffles against his neck, wet hiccups getting pulled out of his throat with every thrust of his hips. “Gonna, gonna, ah —”
Donghyun nuzzles against Jaehyun’s temple with a hand cupping the nape of his neck. “So good for me, my alpha.”
Jaehyun sobs, his entire body locking as he cums. The smell of caramel suffocates Donghyun, coating his lungs and thick on his tongue. He can feel Jaehyun’s cock throbbing against his thigh, knot no doubt swollen and aching. He scents Jaehyun back as he helps him ride through his orgasm, thumbs rubbing circles against his scent glands. Jaehyun full-body shivers at the feeling, hips squirming to keep chasing that feeling.
Once Jaehyun’s breathing has slowed down considerably, Donghyun peels Jaehyun off of him, grimacing a little at how their clothes stick to their skin. Jaehyun’s boneless now, and he pointedly ignores Donghyun’s attempts to get him to stand up, so Donghyun takes the hint and tosses him over his shoulder like he’s a sack of potatoes, ignoring Jaehyun’s indignant squawk in turn as he heads into his ensuite bathroom. He perfunctorily strips them of their clothes and turns the shower on, forcing Jaehyun onto his feet in the tub before the water can turn warm. Jaehyun protests just to protest, but Donghyun can see how the cold water helps settle him down a bit.
He doesn’t object anymore when Donghyun shampoos his hair, baring his neck when Donghyun scratches his scalp with his nails as he washes the soap out. He’s malleable like this, like a puppet with all its strings cut, which makes this process much easier. Once he’s done, Donghyun towels them both off, and he laughs when Jaehyun suddenly fiercely shakes his head and sprays Donghyun with water droplets, hair wet like a dog.
“Don’t be impatient,” Donghyun chides, grabbing his hair dryer from the sink cabinet. Jaehyun obediently sits on the toilet seat lid with his hands folded over his lap as Donghyun takes his time going through his hair and drying it in sections.
Just when Donghyun thinks Jaehyun might’ve fallen asleep sitting upright, Jaehyun mumbles, “Hyung loves you, Donghyunie-yah. You know that, right?”
Donghyun flushes, his hands fumbling with the hair dryer. “I do.” He turns it off before he can accidentally burn the both of them. “I—”
There’s a knock on his bedroom door, and Donghyun pokes his head out of the bathroom. Sungho opens the door just a smidge, wearing a KN95 mask and holding an air freshener spray bottle in hand.
“Sorry, Leehan-ah,” Sungho apologizes sheepishly. “I can take him off your hands now.”
“What are you guys? My keepers?” Jaehyun complains loudly, energy evidently flowing through his body again in spades.
“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” Donghyun laughs, dumping his hoodie onto Jaehyun.
Once Jaehyun’s head pokes through, he looks at Donghyun expectantly. The fluorescent light reflects off his big eyes, and he juts the smallest amount of his bottom lip out.
Donghyun relents. He always does. “I love you too, hyung. Now go before you start knotting all over my room again.”
Jaehyun trudges out with the posture of a man simultaneously victorious and defeated. “So mean…”
Donghyun finishes drying himself up and getting dressed. He wears noise-canceling headphones when he goes into the kitchen to feed his fish. He texts their manager about Jaehyun’s early rut before leaving his phone positioned towards the tank and heading upstairs with his iPad in hand. He slinks into Sanghyeok’s room, lying down on the bed as he opens his baby monitor app to watch his fish. His halfbeak swims into view, and he relaxes into the sheets. It’s not the same, but this’ll have to do until the lower floor is no longer a biohazard zone.
Sanghyeok eventually exits his private bathroom, toweling his hair dry. To his credit, he doesn’t startle at Donghyun’s sudden presence at all, though he does wrinkle his nose at him.
“You stink,” he says, in lieu of a greeting. “It smells like some sugar cookies died in here.”
Donghyun shrugs. He gets a message notification then, and tapping it turns his fish cam into a mini video player in the corner of the screen. He doesn’t mind, though, not when he’s graced with a dimly lit selfie of Jaehyun holding up a peace sign, flushed from his afterglow.
He shrugs again, grinning this time. “Blame Jaehyun-hyung.”