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“Hyung…” Jisung’s voice is deep, and a little hoarse from strain. His head tips upwards and Haechan makes out the T-shirt and boxers he’s wearing in the faint light. “I—”
Words seem to fail him, and he exhales in frustration. Before Haechan can say anything though, he suddenly reaches out, wrapping his long arms around Haechan and pulling him into his chest. Immediately, he feels Jisung’s neck craning to focus in on his neck, his scent gland, and he physically feels Jisung’s chest rise as he breathes in a lungful of sweet peach.
The sigh that the alpha lets out is full of relief.
(Jisung presents and goes into rut for the first time. Haechan can't stay away for some reason.)
Series
- Part 1 of peach pie jihyuck