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The door swung open before Chan had even knocked. The sight before him took the air from his lungs and the strength from his knees in an instant. Hyunjin was dressed only in a pair of briefs; his perfect golden skin was wet with sweat, his pupils were blown wide, and his jaw was set hard with impatience. It was a truly dominant appearance that Hyunjin didn't usually have about him, and both instinct and desire had Chan fighting the urge to go to his knees right there on the doorstep.
Hyunjin spared him the humiliation. He reached out and—with surprising gentleness, given his expression—pulled Chan into the apartment. He was much less gentle about slamming and locking the door behind them. And then they stood there for a long moment, gazes locked, something primal reaching out between them and sizing the other up.
Hyunjin broke the silence first. “You really want to go through this with me?” he asked in a strained whisper. “You're really okay with it?”
Chan nodded, leaned his suitcase against the wall, and slipped off his shoes. “You're my courting alpha, right? We're meant to end up together forever.” If Hyunjin could tolerate Chan that long, anyway, but Chan didn't see fit to say that part out loud right now. “Of course I trust you. Of course I want this. I want—I want all of the attention I can get from you.”
Hyunjin closed the gap between them, going in for a rough, needy, bruising kiss. Chan moaned instinctively, and Hyunjin only deepened the kiss in return—coaxed Chan’s lips open with his tongue, then began to walk the omega back towards his bed. Chan got a glimpse of the painting from Hyunjin’s last gallery as they went; he’d hung it over the bed after the gallery was over and all of the works had been returned to their owners. His heart did a weird little thing as the back of his legs hit the edge of the mattress and he was forced to either sit or fall, choosing for himself to lie down so he could look up at where the painting was supported by some of those sticky do-no-harm hanging strips. He still remembered the way it had taken his breath away to see it the first time. It was between the time they’d had their first conversation about Hyunjin going off his meds and when he’d actually done it; the gallery had opened and Hyunjin had been thrilled to take Chan there to show him off. Yes, him. Hyunjin had grinned as they’d walked up towards the building and said that he was so excited to show Chan off to all his artist buddies, to finally rub it in their faces how beautiful his omega was. Finally showing Chan the painting was exciting too, of course, but it was only a side project for the day. Hyunjin’s main goal was to flex on everyone for how lucky he’d gotten in love.
That flex was punctuated by the huge exclamation point of the painting itself: Sunrise on the Soul painted by Hwang Hyunjin. In Hyunjin’s usual dreamy style of oils and pastels, Chan stood in front of the window of Hyunjin’s apartment, back to the viewer, dressed only in his underwear as he looked out over the city. His face wasn’t showing—Hyunjin wrapped his arms around Chan and held him as they stood there, said something about how he wanted to show off how pretty his boyfriend was, but he didn’t want strangers to know all of Chan’s perfect details—but to anyone who knew Chan, it was obviously him. With the curly hair and the shape of his body, the form couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else. It would take a blind man to miss the love put into every single individual brushstroke, each highlight and shadow that comprised the work. Chan had sniffled awkwardly and turned around in Hyunjin’s arms so he could bury his face in Hyunjin’s neck, taking in a deep, calming breath of his scent.
“That’s how you see me, huh?” he’d asked.
“It’s still not perfect,” Hyunjin had said a bit sadly, “but it’s the best I can do right now. You have no idea how beautiful you are to me.”
Now, with that painting hanging over them, Hyunjin fumbled quite gracelessly with getting Chan out of his jeans. No denim on the sheets, after all. Chan did his best to help, lifting his hips as needed; his breath caught in surprise when Hyunjin pulled down both his pants and his underwear in one quick motion.
Chan wanted to be embarrassed. That was the reaction he would normally have to being so exposed. But all he could do was sit up a little bit to take off his own shirt in just as much of a hurry, rushing so Hyunjin wouldn't have to waste any more time than he already had. The scent of his alpha’s arousal had hit him like a train as soon as the apartment door had first opened, and now that they were so close to one another, it was threatening to completely overwhelm his senses.
Hyunjin's scent was normally somewhat light, not in the way that it didn't have a distinct smell to it, but in that it didn't feel heavy or oppressive; even off his meds, the pheromones he produced were gentle and reassuring, a soft embrace that Chan could easily lose himself in. But now? Now that the rut had started and Hyunjin's instincts were going haywire? No, the scent rolling off of him was not the gentle reassurance that Chan was used to. It was stronger than ever before, heady and thick, triggering a flame to light inside of him just as easily as one would flick on a lighter.
With Chan’s clothes discarded, Hyunjin hurriedly rid himself of his own underwear and then pushed Chan down flat on the bed again. He licked his lips as he stared down at his omega, an unfamiliar haze starting to cloud his eyes. “Need you,” he murmured, “so bad.”
Chan nodded. “I'm yours. I wouldn't be here otherwise.”
Hyunjin reached out to take hold of Chan’s chest, squeezing his pecs and grinning about it. “Mine,” he said. “All mine.”
Mmh— Chan nodded, biting his lips and squeezing his eyes shut as he lost himself to the sensation of Hyunjin's fingers toying with him. Chan knew the drill by now; Hyunjin definitely had a… a thing for Chan’s chest, and he got more than his fair share of enjoyment out of playing with it. He would roughly pinch one nipple while gently rubbing the other, then switch to soothingly circling the abused one and lightly biting the other between his front teeth. And when Chan let out a whine, the sort he never would've made for anyone else, Hyunjin looked up at him with a wolf’s grin on his perfect lips.
“So pretty,” he said for the millionth time since they'd met.
Chan swallowed hard. “You—You’re gorgeous , though, Hyunjin, I—”
Hyunjin surged upward to lock their lips together again, forcing his tongue past Chan’s lips—not that he put up any resistance, of course—to run it over Chan’s teeth. Chan moaned softly as their tongues met and intertwined, reaching up to wrap his arms loosely around Hyunjin's neck. And as they kissed, Hyunjin rolled his hips. Chan met the movement with one of his own, his hips instinctively jerking upward to meet Hyunjin’s movements.
Hyunjin broke the kiss as suddenly as he had started it, pulling back to stare down at Chan again like he couldn't get enough of looking at him. “Get comfortable?” he suggested, motioning towards the pillows at the head of the bed. He took a deep breath. “I—I think we're gonna be here awhile, babe.”
Chan nodded and scrambled to get himself comfortable, head on the pillows and legs parted slightly, looking expectantly back at Hyunjin. Hyunjin was never one to disappoint; he followed Chan up the bed in an instant, encouraging him to further open his legs to make room and then settling between them.
“One more time?” Hyunjin asked. “You're sure about this?”
As if Hyunjin's cock wasn't red and dripping already, as if his face wasn't tense with need as he looked down at Chan’s body, Hyunjin still kept asking and asking and asking, pausing to make sure that Chan felt comfortable and safe. Chan would've cried tears of gratitude if it weren't for the distraction of how badly he wanted this.
"Yes," Chan breathed. "I'm sure."
The way Hyunjin looked at him, the way Hyunjin's scent wrapped around him, the mere thought of Hyunjin knotting him as many times as it took to satisfy him… Chan was pretty sure he'd been hard before they'd even made it to the bed, and he shuddered to think how much slick already painted his inner thighs. Let Hyunjin worry about that; let Hyunjin— oh, oh, yes, Hyunjin was kneeling between Chan’s legs and slowly dragging his tongue across the skin, humming softly and contentedly as he licked up the slick.
“ Jinnie… ”
“Mmm,” Hyunjin hummed. “So sweet .”
Chan scoffed. “That's a lie and we both kno— oh— w it,” he said, breath catching as Hyunjin bit down on his thigh. “It's not— mmh, sweet. It's—”
When Hyunjin raised his head again, a smile on his face and his chin smeared with the shine of slick, he made a whole show of slowly licking his lips. “And how do you know what you taste like? Have you tried it?”
Ah. “Well, no, but—”
“—So you don't know.” Hyunjin grabbed Chan’s thighs and hiked them up onto his shoulders. “Whatever you've heard before, forget about it, yeah? You're the best thing I've ever tasted.” He dove back in without hesitation or preamble, groaning happily at the way Chan’s body relaxed and allowed entrance for his tongue. Chan couldn't even feel ashamed at the way he moaned and tried to wiggle forward, to get closer, more, fuck, fuck, Hyunjin, feels—
Chan didn't know how long Hyunjin was down there, working him on his tongue until he was absolutely dripping and his entire body was tense with desire. When Hyunjin finally resurfaced, the haze in his eyes had darkened.
“Need you,” Hyunjin murmured.
Chan nodded desperately. “ Please. ”
Hyunjin raised an eyebrow. “Please?” he echoed. “You're finally gonna say please ? Not just gonna whine until I give you what you want? You're finally gonna properly beg for me?”
Oh, for fuck’s sake! Chan let out a pathetic whimper. He'd spent so long holding back from saying the word please, biting his tongue or his lips or anything he possibly could to keep from saying it, telling himself that he couldn't possibly beg because Hyunjin would hate the sound of it just as much as the rest of them had—but that look on Hyunjin's face, the sheer hunger in his eyes, made Chan feel like he could beg as much as he wanted to.
So Chan groaned in defeat and nodded. “Please,” he said, softer than he meant to. Then, louder, more confidently, “ Please. ”
Hyunjin grabbed Chan by the hips and pulled him down the bed, closer, visually loving the way Chan wrapped his legs around Hyunjin's body. “Anything for you,” he said, voice thick. “Gonna…”
He trailed off as he lined himself up, lips still parted but incapable of further speech as he met Chan’s gaze. He looked drunk, cheeks all flushed bright red and his pupils blown out so wide, eyebrows knit together like he was struggling to keep everything straight in his head.
Chan smiled. It was too easy. “Please,” he said again, content that he was in the very best of hands. “I’m good, Jinnie. I want— nnh! ”
Hyunjin pushed in as soon as he'd been given permission, before Chan could even finish his sentence. Something akin to a growl rumbled deep in Hyunjin's chest, primal and territorial, the sort of noise that made another flare of arousal burn through Chan’s veins as his body melted further into the mattress for his alpha to use.
“Please,” came out as a whisper this time. “ Please. ”
The first impact sent Chan reeling. The second, the third, the one after that and again and again—they all had him gasping like he'd been half-drowned, clinging to Hyunjin's arms and thinking somewhere in the back of his mind that he needed to not grab so hard, that he needed to mind his nails so he wouldn't hurt Hyunjin with them, but rational thought was so, so very difficult to hold onto as Hyunjin set that unforgiving pace.
Ah… Once they'd gotten into the heat of the moment, Chan had always felt that Hyunjin wanted him. Of course he had. Hyunjin was so good to him; as soon as the rhythm was set and all that remained of the world was them and their shared pleasure, Chan never had any room in his mind to think anything stupid. Those thoughts came in the quiet before and the silent after, lying in Hyunjin’s arms and remembering how his exes hadn't made him feel even half as good as Hyunjin did, so he'd naturally had plenty of time to think. Hyunjin’s desire eliminated that time in its entirety.
But this. This wasn't just another moment of want that had built up over a day or two. This was need, instinctual and desperate beyond measure, feral and unrestrained as he held Chan's legs apart—not that he'd had any interest in trying to close them—and fucked into him like neither of them would ever have another chance. Like this truly was the greatest need Hyunjin had ever experienced in his life.
His bed loudly creaked its protests, but it was obvious that all Hyunjin cared to hear was the nonsense spilling from Chan’s lips— please, please, Hyunjin! Hyun—God, fuck, fuck, yes, please, that’s—ghh, ah! Fuck, there, yes, right there, pleasepleaseplease, Hyunjin, Hyunjin—
As Hyunjin leaned over him, Hyunjin's sweat dripped from his forehead down onto Chan’s skin. Not for the first time since Chan had seen that photo of Hyunjin with his long hair, he briefly wished that Hyunjin's hair was still that length; frustration boiled up in his chest as he reached up and couldn't quite find anything to pull. He settled for digging his fingernails into Hyunjin's shoulders and found that the idea of scratching angry red marks down Hyunjin's back was just as enthralling as the fantasy of long black hair falling around Hyunjin's face.
Oh, Chan was so down bad it was truly stupid. He'd never recover. He'd need this for the rest of his life.
“Such a good boy,” Hyunjin was saying between punched-out moans and stuttering breaths. “My—My good boy, my omega, mine, all mine—”
This again… Chan nodded helplessly. Hyunjin was always so embarrassed when he said that sort of thing normally; when the rut cleared and the fog was gone, would he remember whatever he said over these next few days? Would he try to apologize?
Would Chan be able to finally tell him just how much it turned him on to hear Hyunjin's voice all low and strung out like that, repeating over and over again that Chan belonged to him?
It didn't matter whether the notion was archaic and neither of them actually believed it. What mattered was that there was some ancient instinct still buried in Hyunjin's DNA, something telling him to claim and keep and breed, and that it wanted Chan. It had chosen Chan out of all of Hyunjin's options—his options being, of course, every single omega in the country of South Korea, because there was no fucking way any of them would turn him down if he'd approached them—and it didn't want to let Chan go, no matter what. It was a vile, wretched thing that wanted to possess Chan in his entirety, to hold him close at all times and make sure nobody else could ever get any ideas, to make for certain that Chan knew where he belonged. And Chan adored it.
On some level, he needed this just as badly as Hyunjin did. It may have been a physical thing for Hyunjin, an instinct that couldn't be tamped down, but the emotional hit for Chan was just as strong. It sang through his body, every part of him alight with the sparks of euphoria at meaning something to someone.
Of meaning so much to Hyunjin in particular.
“Need you—love you—all mine— Channie, ” Hyunjin groaned. “Mine, mine, perfect, perfect, nnh— ”
Chan let out a long whine. He couldn't—he couldn't think, he could barely open his eyes; his lips trembled and his back arched as he begged. The first please had passed his lips and now he couldn't stop them, one after the next as each thrust of Hyunjin's hips sent another wave of heat through Chan’s body.
Oh, yes, Chan would have bruises tomorrow. He would look down at his thighs and see the dark imprint of Hyunjin's fingers, where he'd grabbed to hold Chan’s legs up off the mattress. And as he held Chan’s thighs, Chan’s toes curled hard and his legs jerked harshly, to the point where his calves ached. But it didn't matter. He didn't want it to end. Even though it made him feel like his lower half was being put on display—his clinging to Hyunjin was the only thing keeping him from feeling that about his entire body—, he didn't have the presence of mind to feel embarrassed.
If Hyunjin wanted to put Chan on display for himself to look at, Chan was okay with that. He would love to be on display like this for the rest of his life if it would make Hyunjin happy, his legs spread and maybe even his arms up above his head if Hyunjin wanted him positioned like that. Whatever Hyunjin wanted.
The sheet beneath Chan was already soaking wet. Had Hyunjin put a pad down beneath the fitted sheet, maybe? Through the haze, he hoped so—but at the same time, it didn't really matter. The mattress was already ruined from their past… escapades. It just didn't matter. All that mattered was the way it felt to have the slick sliding down his skin in little rivulets, the sound of it as Hyunjin plunged into him; oh, oh, Hyunjin, please, God, please, fuck, Hyunjin—!
“ Mine, ” Hyunjin said again, down next to Chan’s ear, voice coming as something of a growl. “Tell me you're mine. ”
“ Yours! ” Chan damn near sobbed. “I'm yours, yours, aah, all yours, I don't want anyone else, Hyunjin, please, only you, you, I belong to you—”
Hyunjin released one of Chan’s thighs, just to reach up and grab at his arm. He pulled it down off his shoulder so he could entwine their fingers, holding tightly to Chan’s hand as he fucked into him. “ Mine, mine, won't let anyone— nngh— close to you, all mine, my perfect omega— hah, nnh, fuck, mine, so good, so perfect— ”
Fuck, fuck, Chan squeezed Hyunjin’s hand so hard he worried he'd hurt him, but Hyunjin didn't make any noises of pain. He seemed awash in pleasure as he fucked into his perfect omega, the words echoing in Chan’s mind as his guts tightened.
“ Hyunjin—please— ”
“Want you to cum,” Hyunjin murmured. “Want you to— ah, feel good, feels good, fuck, fuck, gonna take such good fucking care of you, gonna keep you so happy, make you feel so good— Channie, baby, mine, all mine, I love you, need to—need you to— need to make you feel good— ”
“— mmh, Jinnie— I need— I’m —like that—I’m gonna—”
“Please, please, Channie— ”
It was improper. An alpha shouldn't be the one begging his omega for anything, and yet… please fell so easily from Hyunjin's lips, imploring Chan to let go. Something about that had the tension mounting faster than any physical sensation ever could, Chan’s muscles tightening and his moans getting louder as Hyunjin pushed him towards the edge.
The swell of Hyunjin's knot beginning to fill out, pushing against Chan’s rim, sent him hurtling. He could only think a brief, already? in relation to it; normally Hyunjin would go a little longer before the knot took, but now… maybe because of the rut…?
Whatever. The tension in Chan’s body had him gasping, writhing, pleading— “ Hyunjin! Alpha, my alpha, please, please, that’s— nnh! Ah! Fuck, please, yes, there, ah! I'm—I— Hyun— ah, fuck, fuck, fuck, please, Hyun jin— ”
One more strong thrust and Hyunjin's knot pushed inside.
“— Hyunjin! ”
The tension broke. Wave after wave of bliss ran through his body, pulsing in time with his heart as he made a mess of himself. His own cum on his stomach, his slick determinedly welling up around Hyunjin's knot but not getting much further; and then— then—
—the rumble deep in Hyunjin's chest, an animalistic growl as he came, biting down hard on Chan’s shoulder to fulfill his instincts. Chan let out something of a sob as those teeth sank into him and his insides were flooded with Hyunjin's seed; tears at how heavenly he felt, tears at knowing that it was all for naught—neither the bite nor the cum would take, not when the bite was in the wrong place and he was still on his birth control.
It was such an omega instinct, being frustrated by such things.
When Hyunjin finally released the bite, he let out a wavering sigh of contentment. “God, you feel so good, Channie,” he said nice and low, comforting, the way Chan always liked to hear. In spite of the knot locking him in place, he tried to roll his hips. “Gonna— mmph, gotta fuck you again soon as I can, gotta—fuck, make you all mine.”
Chan took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah,” he agreed. “I want that. I'm all yours.”
Hyunjin tried to roll his hips again and grunted in upset when he couldn't.
Oh, it was gonna be a long week.
-
Chan’s hips hurt. His lower back ached. His throat was sore from gasping for air, and his eyes were tired from crying. It was the evening of the fourth day, and while Chan definitely preferred this to doing meaningless overtime at the office, he was beginning to miss the world outside of Hyunjin's apartment—just a little. The most of it he'd seen since he'd shown up here to commit to spending his rut together was the daily trips he took with Kkami to the corner and back, always quick enough for the dog to use the bathroom and get some steps in without Hyunjin losing his mind without Chan there. God knew Hyunjin wasn't in any state to take Kkami out for a potty break.
Chan yawned as he grabbed for his phone. Hyunjin was sleeping peacefully next to him, still knocked out from their last round. He had Chan trapped in his arms, of course, but there was really nowhere else Chan would rather be. For all his thoughts like, I wonder if they're holding up okay without me at work, and I could really go for a long walk right about now, he was in no real hurry to leave this bed. He could stay right here in Hyunjin's arms for the rest of his life and be perfectly content.
His friends, though…
Sungie
im tellin ya i think hes dead
hyunjin fucked him to death
Lixie
What, like YOU don't drop off the face of the Earth for Minho’s rut? Come on.
Sungie
well min is a huge S so i have no choice but to disappear if i want to survive
i cant balance his rut and a social life at the same time if i want to remain sane
Chan
You're sane?
Sungie
HOLY SHIT HES ALIVE
Lixie
Dumbass, I told you he was
Hi Channie!! How's it going?
Chan
Exhausted tbh
I know you guys warned me, but…
Lixie
It's totally different to actually experience compared to just hearing about it, isn't it?
Chan
Completely.
Lixie
Yeah, the first one I spent with Binnie… phew
It gets easier! You kinda get used to each other, so it's not as demanding the next time
Sungie
speak for urself
i still feel like im gonna die every time
Lixie
Yeah, yeah, whatever, this isn't about you
Chan
I'm just glad I had all those sick days saved up. I'm probably gonna have to take a couple extra for recovery.
Lixie
You should! Don't push yourself too hard! Your body is definitely going through a lot right now
Sungie
you dont have to go into detail or anything if you dont wanna but you know i gotta ask
whats it been like? are you at least having fun?
Chan
Dork. You're not fooling anyone. You can just say you're worried about me.
Sungie
actually i cant bc that would ruin my image xoxo
Chan
🖕
Sungie
<3
Chan
Yes, I'm having a good time. He's been… a lot more aware than I'd expected him to be.
Lixie
Sounds about right. I had a hard time imagining him not being good to you~
Chan
Mm. I was a little nervous to begin with, but now that we've actually gotten into it, I don't think I'll be nervous anymore.
I really should've seen it coming. He's never been like the rest of them, but I still… I dunno.
Sungie
you expected him to be mean bc rut can make even nice alphas mean and we all know it
thats why we make them take suppressants too
omegas without meds are emotional and easier to take advantage of, alphas without meds are emotional and easier to piss off
did i ever tell you guys about the guy i dated between high school and uni?
Chan
I don't think so.
Lixie
Uhhh, refresh my memory?
Sungie
dude was hot and totally normal when he was on his meds but fuckin lost it as soon as he paused them
tried to convince me to mate and everything when wed known each other for like two months lmao
some of em are just crazy without the meds fr
Lixie
Eesh. But nothing bad happened?
Sungie
nah, i got outta there before anything crazy could happen
i saw him being weird and i was like byeeeeee ✌️
anyway, im glad hyunjin is normal. i kinda figured he would be since weve known him awhile and he never raised any red flags for me but its nice to see you guys being all happy n shit
Chan
Yeah, I’m really relieved. It's been… it's been nice, actually.
Sungie
lmaooo nice to get dicked down for days on end?
Chan
Fuck off.
Lixie
Aaaaanyway! It's been a few days, is he starting to calm down yet? I would expect him to start losing steam here pretty soon
Chan
Is it bad if I say no?
Lixie
He's… still full energy?
Chan
I mean, he's asleep right now, but he’s pretty energetic when he’s awake. I know I’m not an expert, but I’d say he has at least another four days in him if he keeps going like this…
Sungie
o7
Lixie
o7
Chan
😐
Lixie
So… do you want a somber ceremony or a celebration of life for the funeral?
Chan
I think I would prefer to live?
Sungie
unlikely
he REALLY should be hitting “oh ugh im getting tired do you wanna watch some tv while i have you here” by today
Chan
So, what? He’s got so much energy it’s gonna be a problem for me?
Lixie
I mean, it might just be because it’s your first cycle together and he’s really excited about it. He might be easier to handle next time. But yeah, the four-day mark is usually when they start slowing down, taking longer breaks between rounds… his energy is supposed to be a downward slope from day one, not have a bump in the middle of the week or plateau until the last couple days
But also, he’s never done this with anyone before, so that probably has a lot to do with it. I wasn’t Changbin’s first rut partner, so he was more… used to it, I guess
Chan
Mm. That makes sense and everything, it’s just. I dunno
I’m fine with this.
Sungie
fine with getting ur asskjghdfo
Hey. Sorry about him. He’s a fucking brat. I’ll deal with him.
Chan
Lol, hey Min
Lixie
Hey hyung!! How’s it going?
Sungie
Jisung is biting my hand trying to get his phone back.
[Sungie sent a voice message]
Lixie
LOL
Chan
Pfffft, you guys are cute
Sungie
So I’m gonna get him out of your hair. Good luck with Hyunjin, have fun, don’t get pregnant. See you when I see you.
Chan
Yeah, yeah, you too, don’t get him pregnant yet.
He’s not ready.
Sungie
👍
Lixie
Aaaaand we won’t hear from him for a few hours!
You should get some sleep while Hyunjin’s asleep. I’ll be around if you need anything, okay?
Chan
Yeah, I’ll try. Thanks, Lix <3
Lixie
<3
Chan tossed his phone back down to the end of the bed where it would be out of the way when Hyunjin next woke up. If Hyunjin was still at his full energy levels by the end of the day, what would that mean for the rest of his rut? How long would it last? It really wasn’t supposed to last longer than a week-ish, but if he was still like this and even Chan’s friends were thinking it was a little too much… he took a deep breath. It was fine. Hyunjin didn’t seem to be in any pain, really; he was a little worked up, sure—or, well, a lot horny, if he was being brutally honest—, but he was able to think and speak and hold himself together long enough to eat a real meal, so wasn’t that good enough?
There was just so much about all of this that he still didn’t understand. Things he might never understand, actually, and that made him a little nervous; how was he supposed to be a good mate one day if he didn’t know half the shit he was supposed to know? He needed to do more reading. He needed to grab his phone again and open his library app and dig through their ebook library to see what they had for this sort of thing. He needed—
—Hyunjin grumbled and began to stir, rolling to put more of his weight on Chan, pushing him down against the mattress. “ Channie, ” he said, voice thick with sleep. He put one knee between Chan’s and nudged, encouraging him to open his legs to make room as they rolled over. Chan hadn’t thought he’d ever be used to this, being put on his stomach to face away from his alpha but still feeling wanted. But he did. He did feel wanted, somehow. Hyunjin’s hands on him were so gentle, even though he was hard and grinding against Chan’s ass. “Channie, wanna…”
Chan huffed in amusement. Yes, his hips hurt, and yes, his back hurt. He’d like to stretch his legs outside, maybe even get in a trip to the gym. But he wasn’t about to pass up on more of Hyunjin’s attention; he loved this, loved Hyunjin, loved everything about this—being held, being taken care of, the way he felt when Hyunjin filled him again… so he parted his legs and arched his back just so, putting himself on display in a way he was sure he would be ashamed of later but couldn’t be bothered to worry about now. “Hey,” he replied quietly. “You sleep well?”
Hyunjin buried his face in the crook of Chan’s neck as he nodded. “Always do with you.”
“Hey, that’s my line, what the hell?”
Hyunjin chuckled as he readjusted. “Mmh. Love you.”
“Love you too.” Very, very much. Chan had made a lot of compromises he hadn’t been proud of with his past partners in the name of getting them to even like him, but now… he was over it, doing things like that. He didn’t want to keep living a life of bending himself out of shape to try to fit into someone else’s life, especially not when he’d experienced how it felt to fit so effortlessly into Hyunjin’s. But in the course of trying to make his previous partners like him, he’d never been quite so shameless as he let himself be with Hyunjin. They would hold it against him and he’d known it; in tense moments where they wanted something from him that he was hesitant to give, they would’ve thrown it back in his face like, Well, you acted like a whore the other night, what’s the fucking difference?
Hyunjin wasn’t like that, though. He knew that. If he put his ass up like this, presenting himself like a dumb little omega to be bred, Hyunjin wouldn’t use it to mock him or blackmail him later; at worst, he’d nudge Chan in the ribs and say something along the lines of, You were so cute, acting all desperate like that… And Chan could live with that, humiliating as it would be. Ah —Hyunjin brought the head of his cock to Chan’s hole and found no resistance.
“ Channie, ” Hyunjin groaned again as he slid home, burying himself in deep and just… staying there, enjoying the feeling of Chan’s warmth around him for a good long moment. “My Channie.”
“Yeah? You good?”
“Mmh. Just…” He rolled his hips, grunting softly as he did. Chan’s eyes fluttered shut. “Still tryin’ to wake up.”
With your dick in my ass? Chan barely stopped himself from retorting, though it would've been just a tease, nothing genuinely irritated. Instead, he nodded, wrapped his arms around the pillow to get comfortable, and settled in for what he imagined might be a long go of it. “I'm not going anywhere.”
Hyunjin let out a whine that Chan imagined most alphas wouldn't dream of letting loose. “All mine,” he said, as if Chan could've possibly forgotten. He'd said the same thing about a thousand times over the past few days. “God, Channie, I— nnh, I love you so much, you're so good, all mine, always gonna take good care of you, gonna make you so happy—”
The pace he set was slow and steady, a gentle rhythm that had Chan dropping his head to moan long and low into the pillow. “ Fuuuuck, ” came out in English, punctuated by another moan as Hyunjin pushed deep inside of him. It took conscious effort to make sure every word came out in Korean when he turned his head to the side to say, “You— mmh, always make me feel so— oh —good, Jinnie. Been so good to me through this.”
Chan didn't miss the way Hyunjin's hips stuttered or the way his scent thickened. Though he had well-defined arms and abs that Chan was more than happy to drool over, Hyunjin still weighed less than Chan did, so it didn't quite have the intended effect when Hyunjin put a bit more of his weight down on top of Chan like he was trying to envelop him into his body. But with the few centimeters of height difference between them… it did have the effect of making Chan feel small, somehow, like he was being completely covered and protected and claimed, hidden away from the world and buried in his alpha's arms. Like this, with Hyunjin blanketing him, filling him, surrounding him in every way… Chan could feel some vital part of his ordinary consciousness slipping away, letting him rest firmly in the role of pampered omega.
“Feels so good,” he breathed as Hyunjin continued. The angle was just a little off compared to normal, but Hyunjin still knew exactly what to do; while he usually honed in on it, like this, every push and pull slowly dragged his cock over that spot that had Chan seeing stars. The stimulation was constant and inescapable, an endless sea of pleasure where the tides rose a little higher with each moment.
Hyunjin nibbled lightly at Chan’s shoulder, teeth ghosting over the phantom image of the last bruise he'd left there. He’d found out pretty quickly into their sex life that he liked biting the back of Chan’s shoulder when he had the omega on his knees—something about how it felt like a mating bite without forcing Chan into committing out of the blue like that—and since he had, the bruise there rarely faded entirely. Some barest hint of it almost always remained. “Always wanna make you feel good,” Hyunjin murmured against Chan’s pale skin. “Love you so much, mmh, all mine, my omega, mine, mine, always gonna—make you feel good, need you to keep— ah, nngh— coming back to me…”
Oh, that was just the rut talking. Hyunjin knew full well that he took better care of Chan than the rest of them combined ever had; Chan was hooked. He'd never stop coming back.
His thighs trembled with the build of pleasure. If Hyunjin had his way, Chan may never stop coming, full stop. It was always just so much, so much that he never wanted to escape from. He'd never get used to this, and he'd never be anything but enthralled.
“I love you,” he sighed. “I love— nnh, fuck, I love you, Jinnie, I need— mmph, need you—”
“— Ah, got you, I’ve got you—”
Of course he did. He always did. Hyunjin’s arms were the one place on Earth that Chan could always turn to no matter what, that would always be open for him regardless of time or place or anything. Hyunjin was… Hyunjin was… “My alpha,” Chan murmured, nearly delirious with the tension slowly building in his gut. Oh, oh, “Always— nnh, please, please, always gonna need you—be with you—want you—”
Something of a territorial growl rumbled in Hyunjin’s throat, the sort of sound that would’ve terrified Chan had it come from anyone else but only made him feel safe so long as it was coming from Hyunjin. The desire washing through him surged, making him push his hips up just that much further for Hyunjin. Hyunjin took the invitation for what it was and put a little more strength into his thrusts. Ah—ah—ah—
“Mine— mine— ”
“Yes, yes— all yours, love you— nnh, ah, all—all yours—forever—”
“— Forever, ” sounded so guttural as Hyunjin said it. His knot was starting to swell as Chan edged him on with encouragements of, I belong to you, I'm all yours, I only want you… “My Channie, mine, mine—”
“ Haah— I’m— please— ”
“ Mine— ”
Hyunjin's knot slipped in. His growling took on a tinge of frustration at the restriction on his movement, but he didn't give up. More, more— “Channie, mine, my Channie , I love— love you—nnh— ”
Chan found himself smiling, despite the objective absurdity of this entire situation. Once the concepts of rut and heat and mating and all of it were broken down to their barest parts, wasn't it all just a little ridiculous? But it didn't matter. It still felt so good, and God, he loved the feeling of being needed, no matter how stupid it was. He needed this . The scent gland on the back of his neck throbbed in time with his heartbeat, his guts twisting with the desire to be claimed. One day… one day they’d be mated, one day their bond would be sealed and they would be together as mates for the rest of their lives if Hyunjin didn’t get sick of him first, if they…
“Please,” Chan whined, “I need— ah, I need to—need to be yours, always yours, only —”
As Hyunjin spilled deep inside of Chan, his teeth sank deep into Chan’s mating gland.