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It's dark, the world fades away.
"Alpha," he moans breathlessly, his body tensing as the other man's cock slides smoothly into him, his slick easing the glide. Minho's eyes roll and flutter and his jaw slackens. "Jisung," whispers, "more."
The other man snickers softly. "Greedy," Jisung murmurs, but he lifts one of Minho's legs and wraps it around his waist all the same, thrusting into him a little harder. He groans softly when Minho tenses around him. "You feel so fucking good—doing so good for me," he whispers into the round, furry ear atop Minho's head.
"Aa-aah!" Minho whines under his breath, a sound he's still getting used to hearing from his own mouth, as Jisung's rough tongue laps up a drop of sweat from his cheek, dripping from his white and black hairline.
He feels a bit like he's going insane with each thrust of the alpha's hips. It's not that the cock inside of him makes him feel this way, or at least not entirely. The man does have a way of breaking Minho apart and stitching him back together again.
It's not quite the hands on his body, squeezing his ass, pulling at his hips, kneading his soft belly, but it helps the feeling along.
It's the burn. The subtle ache and rush of electricity beneath his skin.
Soulmates.
Never did he imagine he'd hear that word and think of his own. His own mate, a piece of his own soul, a part of the very core of his being.
"A-Alpha! Oh god." He scrunches his eyes shut tight as his cock throbs and the other's hard knot begins to press against him.
"Ssh. I've got you. Breathe."
Minho's body arches up into Jisung's hands. "I- I can't. It's so much."
"You can. Let me fill you up, pretty thing. Let me show you how good it feels."
"Yes. Please." Minho moans low in his throat as the knot catches on his rim, nearly inside of him now. "Aah!" He sees stars, warm cum squirting across him belly as it presses inside of him, locking in deep—together.
"Perfect," Jisung whispers as he licks along Minho's chin, his cheek, his temple, his hand back to kneading Minho's belly. "So perfect for me. Full?," he asks.
Minho nods weakly, a small, shy smile twitching on his lips. "Full."
Their tails flicker gently together, wrapped up in one another amongst the sheets.
"Will it take this time?," he whispers.
Minho huffs a soft, sleepy laugh. "You know it's not always exact."
"But you know," he whines.
"I do…"
"And?"
"And…we'll just have to see."
"You're a menace."
"You love me."
"Forever."
It's dark, the world fades away.