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“This always sucks so much,” Yeosang groaned from where he sat on the edge of their bed, fingers trailing over the blankets idly. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it.”
Jongo rolled his eyes, always amused with the alpha’s complaints, and spoke while he continued folding their laundry. “You’re such a baby. It’s just a bite. You bite me all the time and you don’t see me complaining.”
“I bite you when my cock is filling you up and you’re moaning incoherently. I think there’s a difference.”
“Well, if you ask nicely, maybe Yunho can accommodate,” the omega said cheekily.
Yunho probably would. He glanced at Yeosang staring at the floor and knew the man was contemplating it too. He looked up and caught the younger man’s eyes. “Why would I want anyone other than my omega to fuck me?”
“You fuck Woo and San during their heats,” Jongho pointed out, only a little jealous.
“That’s a necessity,” the alpha sighed. “You’re the one who insists it’s okay. And I don’t fuck them anymore. It’s just toys. Sometimes fingers. My cock is all yours, sweetheart.”
The omega shivered a little, mostly trying to ignore the way the pet name made his heart flutter. It was seldom used outside of their nest, something only they heard, and regardless of when or why it was said, it always made Jongho smile. He didn’t want to get off track though. “Whatever. The real point of all of this is you’re whining about one of our most important traditions. You always make such a big fuss about this.”
“You know I love this, pretty omega. It’s important for the pack and it’s always a fun party… the pack bite just fucking hurts. It makes my neck sore for like a week.”
“Yeah, bites will do that,” Jongho agreed. “Except for the big important one at least,” he added, gesturing vaguely to the left side of his neck.
“That one looks prettier than a pack bite too.”
“Cocky much?”
Yeosang slid off of the bed and wrapped his arms around the omega from behind. “I have every reason to be,” he said lowly in his ear, voice causing the younger man to shiver. “I marked what’s mine and it was the most important thing I’ve ever done. I’m very proud of my work.”
“Do you think you would have done it differently if you had known?” the omega asked curiously, pulling the man’s arms tighter around himself, laundry abandoned. He tried not to let his voice get too sad, but he was sure his scent betrayed him anyway. He couldn’t keep anything from Yeosang.
“Stop acting like I got stuck with this. I wanted it. Sure, I couldn’t have known it would work, but I bit you because I wanted you to be my mate. The only thing I would have done differently is talk to you about it first,” the alpha laughed. “If anything I feel like I’ve trapped you.
“I would have said yes.”
“I know.”
Jongho turned around in his arms, nosing at his neck. He could never tire of the smell of honey. Selfishly, he was so happy that his mate worked from home now. As much as Yeosang complained about never leaving the house, it did mean he didn’t need to resort to his scent cover often and Jongho could smell him better. He sighed a little, much more relaxed with the proximity, his alpha instincts calming in an instant.
Yeosang’s scent didn’t stay calming though. It was slowly morphing, turning bitter and acrid. The younger man looked up quickly, confused, and the alpha stared at him with wet eyes. “If you had the choice now, would you still do it?”
“Of course,” Jongho assured, nerves rising in his chest. Why was he acting so weird all of the sudden? His mark wasn’t ideal by any means. He wanted to be truly bonded, but barring that at least keeping the alpha’s teeth on his neck was something and as frustrated as he was about it, he wouldn’t change it. He was glad to be Yeosang’s. Proud even.
His mate huffed, bringing him back to reality. “Even though you’re sad?”
“What are you talking about?” the younger man breathed, heart dropping.
The alpha returned to the bed, staring at the floor. “I know you’ve been crying at night. I just… wish I knew why.”
Jongho stilled, unsure what to say. He watched the older man with wide eyes, trembling. “I didn’t realize you knew,” he whispered.
“Of course I know. I can smell you a mile away.”
“Why haven’t you said anything?”
Yeosang looked up at him again, nibbling his bottom lip. “I figured if you wanted to talk about it you would have been crying in my arms and not alone in the bathroom at three in the morning. But I- I can’t just ignore it forever.”
“I’m sorry,” the omega muttered. He found a spot next to his mate on the bed, their nest. The same one they’d been sleeping in for four years now. It seemed too large sometimes. Too empty.
“Can you tell me what’s bothering you?” Yeosang tried, shuffling closer, not quite touching.
Jongho shrugged. “There’s nothing that can be done about it. It’s pointless to dwell.”
“Well clearly you’re dwelling,” the alpha sighed. “Just because you think there’s no solution doesn’t mean it’s true. We can figure something out. I don’t want you suffering needlessly, pretty omega. It breaks my heart whenever you’re sad.”
“Can we just- can we save this for after the party?” Jongho pleaded. He didn’t want to think about it all again. It was something he could usually ignore during the day, focused on his work or hobbies or his pack, focused on living. It was at night that the thoughts started building in his head until he thought he’d snap, needing to sneak out of the room and find a place to cry, hoping not to wake his mate.
Right now he needed to keep his mind in the present and enjoy the festivities. It was a party afterall. As soon as San got back from work they were going to eat dinner and play games and then Yunho was going to renew their pack bond and it was going to be a great time, even if the bite did hurt. Yeosang wasn’t lying about that.
That was an easier pain to endure, Jongho thought.
In the meantime, if he wasn’t going to be able to focus on the laundry, it would be a good day to reminisce. Anniversaries were always a good excuse to delve into the good memories.
“Do you remember when we moved in?” Jongho asked, his smile a little brighter. He pulled Yeosang closer by the waist, planting a quick peck on his cheek. “That was a crazy few days…”
___…___
Jongho’s last final was on Wednesday. He ended the semester feeling good and light. He was starting the process of reporting his being bitched, he felt good about his exams, he had Yeosang, and he had the pack. In between all of the studying and the test taking there had been an influx of stressful organizing and planning and packing, but it was well worth it. As soon as the semester had ended fully, everyone started to move into the new apartment.
Everything in his life was changing so rapidly and despite how tired he was, it was clear that everyone was in agreement that they were on a good path. They'd have winter break to get settled in the new apartment and he hoped the close proximity to the pack would be healing after everything that happened. Yeosang would never mention it, but there were times he still seemed shaken. Jongho couldn't blame him. He just hoped that time and support would solve those issues. The more space between them and the incident with Seojoon the easier they could focus on themselves, on building a life together properly.
The apartment was a nice space. It was spacious all things considered, and there being three bedrooms was perfect. Wooyoung and San were already discussing making a pack nest in the living room. The extra office space would be great for studying and working on projects. Yunho and Mingi ended up taking the largest bedroom. The rest of the pack thought it was only fair that it went to their pack alpha and his mate if they were going to be evenly split between the rooms. Jongho and Yeosang ended up with the smallest room, but it had a small porch attached which was a great trade off as far as Jongho was concerned. Wooyoung and San were happy with their room being closest to the bathroom and equidistant from the other bedrooms. They thought it would be comforting during their heats.
By Thursday evening, Jongho thought he had never been happier in his life. The only thing that could make it better is if his pesky headache would go away. Him and Yeosang got their bed set up, bare bones and simple, and then went to sleep early, tuckered out from the exhaustion of moving boxes and putting together furniture. Yeosang didn’t have much to bring, didn’t have anything from his home that he needed to get. In fact, Jongho had noticed his scent grow sour when they asked him about it. The omega wasn’t sure how to approach the topic. The few times his boyfriend had talked about his childhood it was always pretty negative. He never discussed his family much, but he would talk about the small town and the terrible atmosphere, the awful alphas that took and took and took. The only thing that he ever spoke fondly of was his neighbor’s goats.
Jongho on the other hand had a decent bit of stuff from his house that he spent hours packing up and moving and now his childhood bedroom looked barren. It was an odd thing, seeing it so plain. He left behind some of his more childish decor and nostalgic things that he just wouldn’t have the room for. His mom would want to be able to look at that stuff anyway. He wasn’t much farther away in the apartment than he was on campus, but his parents were acting like they’d never see him again. It was making him emotional every time he thought about it. He missed them too, as silly as it was, but he would never in a million years choose a different path. He wanted to be with his pack.
It was an odd first night in the apartment. They didn’t have a nest to keep them warm and safe, but they had each other and their arms were plenty cozy. It took a while for Jongho to fall asleep, tossing and turning. He just couldn’t get comfortable no matter what he did. Yeosang was getting frustrated, clearly, but did nothing about it, just tried to soothe him to the best of his abilities. Jongho wanted to scream.
“Pretty omega, what’s wrong?” the alpha grumbled after some time.
The younger man huffed and turned onto his back. “I just can't get comfortable.”
“I don’t even know which box has the nesting supplies,” Yeosang consoled. “Maybe Woo-”
“No, no. It’s not going to help. I just feel- I have this awful headache and it’s so hot in here.”
“Hot?” Yeosang mumbled. “I’m cold.”
“It’s hot,” Jongho sighed.
“Alright, alright,” the older man hummed. “Are you going to let me freeze then?”
The omega frowned and scooted closer despite the discomfort.
The next day, Jongho made it until around noon before something snapped in him. They had been helping to organize the kitchen, putting away an eclectic collection of mugs and bowls that everyone had brought, discussing what things they’d need to get from the store to complete the missing gaps in their necessities. The omega stared at his favorite mug in the cupboard and thought about how odd it was to see in the new environment and suddenly he was feeling so homesick and uncomfortable and he wanted Button so badly his eyes stung with tears.
He left the kitchen silently, sneaking away from the group as soon as he could, and started to go through all the boxes and bags that were piled in the corner of his new room. He wanted to nest so badly. He wanted comfort and safety. He wanted to be warm (even though he was still so hot) and he wanted Yeosang. He felt so lonely. He was so lonely he could cry.
Jongho finally found the right box, the one with all the blankets from their shared nest and Button tucked in at the top. The box next to it was full of pillows. He set to work right away, dragging the boxes to the side of the bed and piling them all on the bare mattress. It was becoming second nature for him, after months of practice, to know how to tuck the different soft fabrics in to create the right shapes and textures that he liked, that felt comfortable. But this nest wasn’t quite right. It didn’t smell right. He couldn’t smell nearly enough honey for his liking.
He sat in the middle of the bed, sniffling, holding Button close. He felt so lonely. He needed his alpha but he didn’t want to bother him. He was busy. His instincts were fighting him on that front. His inner alpha was demanding that he find Yeosang and drag him to the nest and hold him there and not let him go. Never let him go. He was so, so lonely.
Eventually his head snapped up to the sound of Yeosang entering the room. The alpha watched him with sad eyes, gaze scanning over the bed in confusion. “What’s going on, pretty omega?” he whispered as he drew closer. “You smell so sad.”
Jongho wiped at his eyes and held his arms out in a silent plea. The older man closed the distance quickly and pulled him close as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Missed you,” the omega muttered.
“Jongho, you’re burning up,” the alpha gasped, pulling back to look at him better. He brought a hand to his forehead and sighed. “You must be getting sick, huh?”
“I don’t feel sick. I-” the younger man sat up straighter with a gasp, covering his shocked face with his hands. “Oh my fucking god, I forgot all about it.”
“Forgot about what?” Yeosang questioned, clearly on edge.
Jongho hid his face in the alpha’s neck, face red hot with blush. “M-my rut.”
“Oh,” the older man whispered. “Y-you’re… how much longer?”
“I didn’t think it would be this soon. I thought I had another week,” Jongho grumbled. “And we’ve been so busy I- I wasn’t recognizing the symptoms. Fuck.”
“Sweetheart,” Yeosang sighed, threading his fingers through his hair. “How much longer?” he repeated.
“With how I feel now… maybe a day?”
The alpha nodded, contemplating. “What do you need, pretty omega?”
Jongho’s eyes filled with tears again, this time accompanied by the feeling of relief. “Th-the nest…” he gestured around to it.
“It looks great,” Yeosang smiled gently.
“It doesn’t smell right,” the younger man mumbled nervously.
“Just tell me what you want scented and I’ll do it.”
Jongho grabbed a few things from around the nest and thrust them into the older man’s arms, grumbling about how the integrity of the nest just wasn’t right when all the smells were so faint. He scented a few items himself and by the time the blankets were returned to him and tucked back into the structure, he was feeling much more at ease. There were still a few things that irked him about it and he sat there, head tilted in confusion. Yeosang moved a few things around and it just clicked. He nodded and gave the older man a smile.
Finally, he laid back and sighed, pulling Yeosang close roughly. The man yelped as he was tucked against the omega’s side. “Thank you,” the younger man sighed, purring lightly. “You smell so good.”
Yeosang blushed. The pink was so cute drawn across his cheeks. He was so cute and so pretty and Jongho wanted to be by his side forever. He loved him so much. The alpha started to distance himself right as Jongho was about to pull him in closer. “Pretty omega, I should go make sure we have everything we need.”
“What do you mean?” Jongho whined. He didn’t want Yeosang to leave. He wanted him right at his side so he could make sure the alpha was protected and taken care of and he wanted to touch him and hold him and pin him down in the softness of their nest-
“Jongho…” the older man hummed, relaxing into the blankets more, his attempt at an escape seemingly forgotten. “Maybe you need something else. Is that right?”
“Hmm?” the omega blinked at him, hand travelling lazily along his side. His fingers found a home on the alpha’s hips, digging in lightly.
“You smell so sweet,” Yeosang said softly, shuffling closer. “Pretty omega needs his alpha, is that right?”
Jongho growled lightly, the sound emanating from him before he was even aware of it and the older man chuckled. Arousal was growing thick in the air, cloying in the bubble of safety that had been formed around them in their nest, in the comfort of each other’s arms. “Stay,” the younger man pleaded, voice wavering.
“Do you need your alpha to fuck you?” the older man whispered, drawing closer. “Is that what you need, pretty omega?”
The younger man shivered at his words, a small whine leaving him. But he shook his head softly. “Need you,” he muttered, moving to hover over him, dipping down to kiss along his neck. His mind was just a tad fuzzy at the edges. He wasn’t dazed yet, but his instincts were stronger than he could handle in the moment, urging him on, unthinking. “Need you so badly.”
He pulled at the alpha’s clothes helplessly, groaning in frustration. He needed Yeosang so badly it hurt and he needed him now. He needed to fill him up, claim him. He needed to cum so deeply in him that his seed would never come out again, their very beings mixing in the most simple of ways.
Jongho shook his head a bit, blinking heavily. He was feeling crazed and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like feeling so out of control around the thing he loved most. He wasn’t sure what he was capable of, what he’d be like during his rut. He had never spent it with someone before. He wasn’t sure what to expect. The thought sent a bit of panic through him. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. Maybe this was still too soon.
No. Need him. I need Alpha.
His instincts were grating on him, like a physical entity that guided his hand. Yeosang moved under him, pulling his shirt off, having been able to figure out the odd puzzle that clothes were. Jongho certainly hadn’t yet, but the exposed skin was sending alarm bells through him. He might have started growling again, desperation and eagerness mixed with his trepidation. The older man just watched him, waiting patiently, eyes wide with interest. It should have put him at ease, but he was still certain in the farthest reaches of his mind that he was going to do something wrong.
Still he continued, leaning to mouth at the smooth skin before him, the feast that had been plated up just for him. It made his inner alpha wag its tail excitedly, pleased to be catered to. Yeosang tasted like salt and softness and honey and Jongho couldn’t get enough, licking and nipping along all the flesh that was granted to him, cherishing it as best he could. He got to the man’s waistband and sighed in discontent, but Yeosang was quick to lift his hips and pull the rest of his clothes off, leaving himself bare and panting.
The sudden uptick in the scent of slick made the younger man’s mind cut out altogether for a moment, leaving him trembling with want. His cock was straining in his pants, so hard it hurt, but Jongho paid no mind to it. He wanted dessert. He licked up the length of Yeosang’s cock, enjoying the breathy gasps it caused, and then he went lower as he lifted the man’s legs up to access his goal. The older man squeaked in surprise, his voice going much higher than he thought possible, the sound soon morphing into a moan. The omega found that slick tasted even better than it smelled. It felt good on his tongue, like it was quenching a thirst he hadn’t even been aware of.
Yeosang trembled beneath him, high whines escaping his lips. It was nice to see him like that, to see him so pleasured and relaxed when thus far it was usually the other way around. They hadn’t done much since Jongho lost his virginity just a week before, too busy and too stressed to take the time to properly enjoy themselves, but what they did manage to sneak in was always pleasant, always made the omega feel cared for. He wanted to care for Yeosang now, wanted nothing more than to keep him close and hear his moans over and over again. His moans sounded so pretty. He was so pretty.
Jongho dipped his tongue past the tight ring of muscle, plunging it as deep as it would go, lapping up the sweet slick, irritated by the way the excess was slipping down his chin, wasted. His work was single-minded, only being pulled back to reality - as much as his mind would allow - when Yeosang pulled on his hair lightly, panting heavily. The younger man stared at him, head tilted in confusion. Was he not enjoying it? Was he doing something wrong? He tasted so good. He wanted to keep going, wanted nothing more than to drink from him until he was satisfied, if he ever could be.
“Jongho, please,” the man gasped out, cheeks flushed. “I want you in me. Please.”
The omega nodded a bit and shuffled out of his clothes, mostly unthinking. He drew closer before pausing and letting his finger circle the man’s entrance, dipping inside quickly. Yeosang groaned, urging him to hurry up, but Jongho didn’t want to hurt him. His instincts were drilling into his head painfully, but he wouldn’t hurt him. He couldn’t.
The alpha huffed. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” he whined. “You don’t need to stretch me. I’m so horny, please.”
Jongho considered this, curling his finger lightly. He slipped another inside, testing, and determined he was right. He was plenty loose already, his body giving way to accommodate him from just the thought of being filled. It made the younger man’s breath hitch, his hands trembling as he pulled them away and lined himself up. Wanting and being wanted in return was still something he was getting used to, still something that made his instincts howl with happiness. He started to push in with a small sigh, hips stuttering, craving the deepness he wanted to reach. He took it as slow as he could bear, planting his hands on either side of the man’s head, ducking down to kiss him sweetly.
The kiss grew deeper and the omega sought access to his mouth, tongue itching to explore. Yeosang whined, embarrassment flooding his scent as soon as it was inside. Jongho wasn’t sure what it was about tasting himself that made him feel any amount of shame. He tasted so good. He should be proud, if anything. It just made him lick into his mouth with more fervor, wanting to show him how delicious he was as his hips continued their trek forward with gentle rocks of his hips. He bottomed out, sighing in relief, pulling back just a bit to look at his mate with a light smile.
And then his expression fell because he was inside of him and this was happening and the thing he was most scared of, the thing that had been tormenting him for so long, was right around the corner. He was going to knot somebody. He was far too close to his rut to expect anything less. He tried to reason with himself. It was good to do it now when his mind hadn’t fully dipped into the impending daze, but that wasn’t enough to relax him. He felt the alpha flutter around him as he stared up expectantly and Jongho wasn’t sure what to do. He felt trapped.
His body trembled with the effort of staying still, hips twitching. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, voice wavering just a bit. “Is- is this okay?”
“Of course I am,” Yeosang whispered, frowning. “You feel so good. I feel so full.”
Jongho felt tears sting his eyes and he nodded. “O-okay, good.” He still couldn’t seem to move, his body and his instincts fighting him every step of the way, every minute push or pull of his hips making him panic more. He sighed a bit, unsure, as his hands fisted the blankets beneath him, seeking comfort from their nest.
The alpha pulled him close, letting his nose find his scent gland, calming pheromones drifting around, honey and safety. “Jongho, this is fine. I feel fine. I want this. I want this so, so badly,” the older man told him gently. “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your knot.”
The omega nodded again and started moving tentatively, nose still pressed into the other man’s skin. He shivered with the pleasure, body tense, eyes welling with more and more tears until they were slipping down his face.
“That’s it,” Yeosang hummed. “That feels so good. I know you won’t hurt me, pretty omega. You should know that too.”
“I- I know,” Jongho sniffled. “I would never hurt you. I love you so much.”
“I love you too. Now please if you’re going to fuck me then fuck me.”
The omega giggled a little through his tears and rolled his hips, more assured of himself. He set a steady pace, something rough enough to appease Yeosang’s desperation, his moans filling the air louder and louder, but gentle enough to assuage his own nerves. It felt so good. He never imagined it would feel so good to have the man’s warmth surrounding him, to hear the noises he made. His own moans were whimpery breathless things, his mind slipping into the feeling of pleasure, his body relaxing more as he moved.
He continued to hide in his alpha’s neck, tears still sliding down his face despite the way the unease had mostly left him. He mostly just felt relief. Each rock of his hips sent jolts of pleasure through him, down into his depths where it collected, coiling tightly. He was so close, so close to reaching his peak, and he felt the base of his cock swell. His motions started to become laboured, impeded by the growing knot that had to be fucked in and out of the alpha below. It was making the older man cry out, shaking, his orgasm finding him right before the knot caught and they were stuck, connected. Jongho whined as he came down, his cock twitching as residual spurts of cum left him, filling his alpha up. The thought made him moan again.
Fuck.
Yeosang was fairing no better, trembling as his body adjusted to the stretch, light whimpers leaving him, small pleasured noises that were music to Jongho’s ears. The omega sighed, content with the lingering pressure around his knot, at the security of their connection. He removed himself from the alpha’s neck finally and started nosing around his body where he could reach, scenting him, marking him in the only way he was allowed to. He doted on him as they came down from their orgasms, breaths evening out. They kissed sweetly, lingering and full of love.
“You did so well,” Yeosang hummed. “Good job, pretty omega.”
Jongho brushed their cheeks together, grinning. “I’m glad,” he muttered. “I’m so glad to have you.”
Their lips found each other agian, gently, as they remained connected, Jongho holding him close until his knot went down and he could remove himself as carefully as he could manage, still nervous about it all. He sighed, content, as he laid down next to his mate, nuzzling against his scent gland until it was clear the alpha’s mind grew fuzzy with the scenting. It made the younger man giggle.
Once the dreamy look dissipated from Yeosang’s expression, he moved to sit up with a sigh. Jongho pulled him back down, arm slung over his waist, pouting. “No,” he said sternly, his voice a quiet plea.
“Jongho, sweetheart, I need to make sure we’re prepared,” Yeosang tried to reason with a huff. “The world’s not going to end if I leave for a few minutes.”
“It feels like it will,” the omega whispered. “How can I trust that you’d come back.”
“Because I love you,” Yeosang said simply.
“What if you die?”
The alpha sighed, a smile tugging at his lips that Jongho found irksome given his very serious questioning. He was anxious and he just needed to be taken seriously. He didn’t want something to happen to his mate and he didn’t want the heavy burden of loneliness to return either.
The older man ran his fingers through the other’s hair gently, scratching at his scalp in calming motions. “How would I die? I’m just getting some water and food and- well I don’t know what we need but we certainly need things.”
“You never know,” Jongho whined. “It- it could happen. It might. I’d just feel better if you were here so I can keep an eye on you.”
“I appreciate the thought, but you and I both know that I am more than capable of taking care of myself. I-”
Yeosang closed his mouth quickly, his jaw snapping shut at the sound of a low growl. Jongho was getting frustrated. He didn’t want to growl at him. He didn’t want to be rude and childish, but he couldn’t help it. His instincts were going haywire, his inner alpha thrashing. It was a tantrum of emotions that he couldn’t keep at bay, his eyes wetting against his will despite the growl that continued. It finally stopped when the alpha released calming pheromones, the soft honey like a blanket for his shivering mind.
“Alright,” Yeosang relented, soothing the younger man’s nerves quickly. “I won’t leave, but at least let me up so I can grab my phone.”
Jongho nodded and removed himself from his mate, watching him wearily as he dug through the pile of discarded clothes on the ground and eventually pulled his phone out from the tangle of fabric. He sat back in the bed and started typing away at it while Jongho cuddled close, his mind getting fuzzy around the corners. It was hard to think with his headache that was inching back to the forefront of his mind. He groaned, trying to get comfortable, huffing and pouting while he moved about, until a sound caught his attention and he turned, nostrils flaring at the new scent that filled the air.
Yunho stood at the door, eyes widening minutely, and Jongho’s rut-addled brain decided the best response was to start growling. He didn’t want the alpha close to his mate. He didn’t want anyone close to his mate. Yeosang was his.
The tall man sighed and plopped his head against the door jamb. “See, this is exactly why I suggested a communal calendar,” he grumbled. “I’m going to grab you guys some water and then I’m placing an order for a whiteboard for the kitchen and you all are going to fill it out with anything and everything that might be important, including when you expect to need scent cover refills because I swear to god if either of you run out and I have to go to that scary ass place alone-”
He was cut off as the growling got louder. Yeosang chuckled beside him and shot an apologetic glance to their pack leader. Yunho raised his hands up, surrendering, and backed up slowly. “Do you need anything else?” he asked as he ducked out of the room.
“I think I left my suppressants in the bathroom,” Yeosang called after him. The older alpha hummed in affirmation and let the door slam shut behind him and the growling finally stopped. The older man sighed.
Jongho nuzzled against Yeosang’s scent gland sweetly, soon mouthing at the skin there. He wanted to bite down so badly. He wanted to claim him, to bond. He knew he couldn’t and his inner alpha whined, pathetic and sad. It was getting harder by the minute to ignore the incessant need to let his teeth feel the flesh there.
“Yeosang,” he muttered, forcing his mind to clear. He sat up a little and peered down at him, concern lacing through his scent, and his mate furrowed his eyebrows questioningly. “Don’t let me bite you,” he whispered. “I- I want to so badly.”
The alpha giggled at this. “You really think you’ll have that little self control?”
“I want you so badly it hurts,” Jongho nodded. “I- I want- fuck.”
The older man hummed and placed his hand firmly at the back of the omega’s head, urging him downwards. “Then bite somewhere else if you need to,” he whispered sweetly.
The omega whimpered, the smell of honey so strong it was dizzying. He never wanted to leave the space by Yeosang’s neck, never wanted to return to the outside world. It was everything outside of their bubble that prevented him from biting, from claiming, from marking, from bonding. It just wasn’t fair. He let his teeth graze gently around the scent gland, tasting honey so sweetly, before he lowered himself more past the juncture of his shoulder and set his teeth against the skin, just under where a bond would take. He didn’t bite down exactly, just held his teeth there securely, felt the way the skin buckled under his presence so softly. He took a few steadying breaths before leaving the space with a small whine.
“See? You’re fine,” Yeosang hummed, fingers threading through the omega’s hair.
“Don’t act like you don’t understand my plight here,” Jongho groaned, resting his forehead against the older man’s chest, purring at the attention to his hair. He reached up to his own neck, fingers brushing against the teeth marks that lingered. “You didn’t have any self control and you were lucid.”
“I must have bit you pretty hard,” Yeosang sighed, guilt lilting through his scent. “It’s taking a while to heal. Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?” he asked for the millionth time.
Jongho shook his head. “It doesn’t. I don’t really feel it at all, but… Sometimes it tingles I guess.”
“Tingles?”
The omega sat up to look at him better. His head was starting to fluff up again and he guessed he had less than half an hour before he fully fell into his rut. Everything was so hot and uncomfortable, but it wasn’t as bad as it usually was. It wasn’t too unpleasant when Yeosang was there. He wasn’t lonely. He wasn’t worried about anything now that he had gotten past the hurdle of trusting himself. He still wasn’t keen on losing himself completely when the alternative was talking with his mate and enjoying his company, being cognizant of it. Even as he thought that however, his cock was twitching to life. He sighed a bit, shaking his mind clear.
“Sometimes when we’re cuddling it just… burns almost. Not in a painful way. Just warm. It feels nice honestly,” the younger man tried to explain.
“I hope I didn’t do something weird to your scent gland,” Yeosang frowned.
“I think it’s fine, really,” Jongho sighed, nosing at his alpha’s cheek. “I want to focus on other things right now.”
The older man giggled. “Why do I get the feeling that I’m going to be exhausted by the end of this?”
“You are. Sorry,” the omega muttered as he placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “I’ll take care of you though, no worries. Just relax and- and let me,” he paused to sigh, arousal flooding through him. It felt less desperate this time, his instincts more at ease. “Let me make you feel good and don’t worry about anything else.”
“I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” Yeosang countered, rolling his eyes. “You’re getting dazed and I’m perfectly fine to-”
Jongho growled lightly and pulled his hands off of him, pinning them to his side. The older man closed his mouth quickly, eyes widening. “You’re mine,” the omega whispered. “And I will take care of you. Just- just don’t leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” the alpha agreed, eyes soft. “I’m all yours.”
Jongho wasn’t fully aware of much more, his mind dimming into something soft and floaty and desperate. His rut was hitting faster than he expected. His estimate of a day was dead wrong. He was as careful as he could be in his movements, but it was like his body had a mind of its own and the only thought it had was to hear Yeosang’s moans. He lined himself up at the alpha’s entrance and pushed in, high on the gasp that left his mate’s lips. He felt so content to feel the warmth around him, his body moving and drawing pleasure from the other man, spurring him on. He was unhurried in mind but his body was growing desperate and as his mind clouded more and more, only focusing on the beautiful sounds of the man below him and his own pleasure that was building throughout his body like it was all that existed, he nosed at the alpha’s scent gland, needing honey. He had just enough thought left in his brain to change course and bite down elsewhere when his knot began to form, holding on desperately as he careened into his orgasm. It wasn’t even enough to draw blood, but it was enough to satisfy his instincts all the same.
The clarity that cumming offered allowed him to dial back into his mate, to finally see him clearly once more. His hair was a mess below him, sweat clinging to his temples, and he laid there out of breath and panting desperately for oxygen, expression full of bliss. That was good enough for Jongho, to settle his nerves. Yeosang was okay. That’s all that mattered. He maneuvered them as carefully as he could so the alpha could rest on his chest, the lifting and turning causing him to moan in residual pleasure as the omega’s knot pulled at his entrance lightly.
“I feel like you must be poking at my organs with that thing,” Yeosang sighed breathily, voice lilting in pleasure. “It feels so deep, even deeper when I’m on top.”
“It is deep,” Jongho chuckled, feeling smug. “It’s supposed to be.”
The older man shifted a bit, gasping with each movement. “God, it still feels so good.”
The omega coaxed him to sit up more, fingers trailing along his abs where he knew his cock was sitting just behind the skin and fat and muscle. He pressed on the area lightly and Yeosang shivered. He experimentally rolled his hips and the alpha cried out at the sudden pleasure that seemed to rock through him. “Interesting,” he muttered. There wasn’t much movement that he could achieve, his knot locking them in place, but it seemed any amount of shifting was enough for Yeosang’s eyes to flutter closed and his moans to flit around them.
It wasn’t very pleasant for him if he was honest, his cock oversensitive, but it was easy enough to ignore that, his focus on the sounds his mate made. After a minute or so of careful rocking Yeosang cried out, shaking, his body clamping down around him and Jongho groaned.
“Holy fuck,” the alpha panted, his eyes wet. “It’s so- so much.”
“You’re so pretty,” was all Jongho could think to say, reaching up to caress the man’s cheek, wiping away a tear. “Pretty alpha.”
Yeosang tucked his face in the crook of the omega’s neck and giggled. “I need a nap,” he mumbled, voice strained from his exhaustion.
The younger man held him close and let him drift off, his own eyes flickering closed. He supposed that sharing his rut with Yeosang wasn’t going to be an issue. So far he was enjoying himself. So far he felt mostly in control despite the way his mind waffled between being stuffed with cotton and hyper-analyzing everything, focusing in on his mate. He felt his body relax more with a soft sigh and gave in to the daze that he knew was coming. He felt his neck tingle once more as sleep found him. He was becoming accustomed to it, and he was dreading the day that it finally healed, when Yeosang’s mark would leave him.
He was serious about the man re-biting him as needed, that he wanted to be visibly claimed by his alpha. Part of him was so deeply sad that he couldn’t be bonded with in the way that he wanted. He couldn’t bond to Yeosang no matter how much he wanted to. It was a sobering thought and one that he knew he would have to grapple with for some time. But having him in any way was better than not having him at all, and Jongho loved Yeosang too much to go without him. Mark or no mark, they were mates.
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“You know, you were so cute that first time you knotted me,” Yeosang mused, grinning at his mate. “You were so soft and gentle. But, I’m glad you’ve gained more confidence since then.” He nosed at Jongho’s scent gland, his honeyed scent spiking into something sweeter, full of arousal.
The omega shuddered a bit. “Yeah? You prefer it when I hold you down and fill you up properly, is that right?” he whispered. His cock was starting to twitch to life. He usually preferred to bottom outside of his ruts, but the idea of watching Yeosang’s face as he gave himself over to the pleasure, babbling about him being so deep, was intriguing to put lightly. He pushed Yeosang further onto the bed and crawled towards him, pleased at the way the alpha rolled onto his stomach and raised his ass in the air invitingly.
Jongho hooked his fingers under the waistband of Yeosang’s pants, murmuring under his breath about the alpha being so pretty, about being excited to give him his cock like he knows he needs. He paused when the sound of commotion reached their room and sighed.
“Sounds like San’s back,” he chuckled, trying to hide his disappointment. He knew it was useless to keep it from his mate. He could smell the same emotions in Yeosang’s scent as the man pushed his face into the blankets of his nest and groaned. “He has the worst timing.”
“I’ll kill him,” the alpha said grumpily as he got up, adjusting his clothes to be presentable again. His face still held the flush of arousal, his cock half hard and straining to escape the pesky clothes that surrounded it. Jongho was fairing no better, but the pack took priority and it wouldn’t hurt them to go one night without fucking each other.
The omega slung his arm around the older man’s shoulder. “Ready for that bite?”
“I’ll never be ready, but I’ll do it. I’d do it every day if I had to.”
“I’m so glad that you joined the pack. I’m so glad we found you, Yeosang,” Jongho whispered gently, his heart constricting with the sudden wave of fondness for his mate. It was a reminder of why he was able to endure the sadness that crept around in the depths of his soul, desperate for things he could never have. It was a sacrifice he was more than glad to make if it meant Yeosang was by his side.