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Suho felt hot.
There's sweat beading down his neck, and the air feels warm, despite the winter weather. He has a window cracked open in his and Sieun's shared apartment, cold November air flowing in the room, cool on his bare back. Even without a top on and only donning shorts, his body is burning, and he has a headache. It feels like he's coming down with a fever.
Suho rolls in their bed, blanket kicked off to the ground half an hour ago, pressing his nose to the sheets to inhale what's left of his boyfriend's chocolate scent. It clings faintly to the bed, which is not surprising for a beta, who's scents are usually much weaker — and what with the fact that Sieun has been out since the morning — but. It feels off, today.
Normally, the absence of Sieun's scent doesn't faze Suho much anymore; he's taken to just aggressively scent his boyfriend whenever possible to sate his alpha's desire to have their little beta on them. But as he presses his nose further to the bed, the lack of chocolate is really starting to bother him. Suddenly, he gets up to approach the window, shutting it harshly to preserve what is left of Sieun's scent in their bedroom.
Now, standing up, it's like a dam has been opened. The crawling feeling from before increases tenfold. Everything feels wrong.
Suho steps out to their living room, and is blinded by the lights. He turns it off. He looks at the window curtains, which were opened to let the morning light in, and decides to shift them closed, too. In the dim room, his instincts have calmed down somewhat. Still, there is that persistent feeling of…danger. Like it's unsafe.
There's something he needs to protect, and he's not here.
Suho growls, lost to his instincts at this point, and stalks off to their bedroom.
He'll just have to prepare the den while he waits. Then he's not letting his beta out of his sight.
—
Sieun enters the code to their apartment, door creaking as he steps in and takes off his shoes, the plastic bag in his hand crinkling.
As he steps into the hallway, he realizes that it smells off, like a heavy scent. His weak beta nose can't identify it very well, and as he notes the darkness of the apartment, he realizes how quiet it is.
Usually, Suho would already be calling out for Sieun as soon as he hears the door shut, so the sudden silence is…..weird. Sieun calls out to Suho just in case.
“Suho-ah. I'm home.”
No answer.
Frowning, the beta walks further into the apartment, where the scent is getting stronger, which Sieun is only now recognizing it as Suho's. He walks into their bedroom, window curtains shut so tightly it's almost pitch black, and calls out for Suho again.
“Suho?”
Silence. And then—
Sieun lets out an oomph as he's knocked to the ground by a heavy weight, the bag in his hand hitting the floor. A hand holds the back of his head and back before he could bump to the floor, and the next thing he knows, he's being aggressively scented by Suho, who, he's coming to realize, is in rut.
There's a nose in the juncture of his neck and shoulders, where his scent gland is, and Suho is nipping at the skin near it, leaving marks, but never biting close. A hand in Sieun's hair, pulling his head back for more access, and other hand wandering underneath Sieun's sweater. He's dazed, nearing the edge of being scent drunk, but Sieun still manages to put a hand in Suho's chest to move him far enough to make eye contact, asking, “Suho, are you in rut?”
Suho's eyebrows furrow, still deep in the haze of needing to claimclaimclaim, distracted by his beta who is laid out underneath him so prettily, he wants to eat him—
“Suho, come back to me for a second, please.”
The alpha growls, moving to scent his beta again, but stopped by the hands on his chest. Sieun's hold is loose but they both know Suho would never force him like that, and it takes a herculean effort on the alpha's part to let out the words, “Yes.”
He bends down to start scenting Sieun again, eager to get rid of the outside scents clinging onto his beta, wanting Sieun to smell only like him like he should be — but he's stopped again. Sieun looks apologetic, but he knows he needs to get it out of the way first —
“Do you want me to take care of you? Is this okay?”
Suho nods frantically, wants to get it over with, and this time, Sieun doesn't stop him when he goes back to scenting his neck, only letting out a small oof as he's suddenly picked up and thrown over a shoulder.
The beta is placed carefully on their bed, Suho still treating him with care despite being in the throes of rut — and the manhandling coupled with the scenting is making Sieun dizzy, pliant enough to let Suho do whatever he wants.
He's shifted around the bed, until Suho decides it's just right to settle his instincts, which is with Sieun in the farthest corner from the door. Suho picks up the blanket which was forgotten on the floor and envelops it around the beta, until what's left of Sieun is his eyes and hair peeking out from a giant burrito, before wrapping his body around it, back facing the door.
Suho presses his sweaty forehead to Sieun's, closes his eyes, and promptly passes out.
Sieun can only roll his eyes, accept the fact that he's going to overheat, and decides to doze off, too, in his alphas arms.