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Gravel crunched under the wheels of the private car as it pulled up the long driveway to their private estate. Swords of the light cut through the trees, stabbing into Jinu’s already tired eyes. He turned his head away from the tinted window and pinched his eyes closed - he couldn’t wait to be home.
“How are you feeling, Jinu-nim?” The driver, an alpha they’d worked with for ages, asked quietly.
“Long day.” Jinu sighed and rubbed his temples. “More bullshit from the producers.” In other words, testing his last nerve.
“I believe the others aren’t due back until later in the evening, so perhaps you can have a bit of peace and quiet.”
Jinu chuckled at that- as much as he loved his pack, they were loud. A fact their driver was well aware of. “I wouldn’t complain.”
They fell back into a comfortable silence but it seemed as if the long driveway expanded into infinity before the large form of the Saja household appeared through the trees. A massive structure, traditional in appearance with all the modern amenities.
The car slowed to a stop with a delicate rock and the black haired demon exited the car to collect his bags.
Jinu pushed opened the door to the house, He dumped his cargo down on the floor- laptop bag, briefcase, several notebooks and folders. He could sort through it later. When his head wasn’t pounding.
Sighing, he rubbed at a pinch in his neck, from where one of the bag straps was resting funny. Tension and fatigue settled in the cords of his neck.
He tilted his head back and sniffed with a slight flair of his nostrils. The comforting scent of home filled his nostrils - the powerful, and in a word, aggressive, scents of two alphas in their pack. The more subtle scent, comforting scents of the two pack omegas. Their scents were baked into every surface, in every room and his own beta scent. It layered together in a delightful way that could only be described as one way- it was right. It was pack. It was home. It was comforting in a way nowhere else made him feel.
After he shucked off his coat and toed out of his shoes, he padded over to the sofa. “Thank fuck.” He groaned in relief and flopped facedown on the couch. It was the first time in days he had any downtime and he was going to make the most of it. Mostly by just being lazy. He was home alone, too. He let himself fall loose and languid, the tension and stress of the day seeping out of his bones and into the waiting arms of a couch cushion.
He closed his eyes and blindly reached for the throw blanket tossed over the back of the couch. His packs scents mingled in his nostrils, wafting up from the fabric. It was an obnoxiously fuzzy thing, a gift from Huntrix omega, Zoey. And it was warm and comfortable.
Rolling into his back like a fat cat in a ray of sun, he nuzzled into the fabric. The first scent he noted was an overwhelming cinnamon, like bakery gone wild. The strength of the scent, it was one Jinu was familiar with - Romance’s pre-rut pheromones. Great. He’s gonna be pissy.
He might be beta - he was pack leader and he was still the more powerful demon. And maybe putting the demon in his place might…relieve some of his stress. Rubbing the blanket against his cheek, he drunk in more of the alpha’s scent and a distant heat began to build low in his gut.
He dropped a hand to his chest and let his fingers graze at the fabric covering his pecs. Just a gentle teasing. He let his imagination run wild - the warmth of his own hands the warmth of another particular demon with long pink hair. His thumb and forefinger caught a nipple and rolled the nub. It instantly hardened and his cock twitched in interest. He hissed through his teeth and pulled harder and drowned in Romance’s scent, like was all around him.
He continued to trace his body with his free hand just slow and careful and relaxing into his own touch. He started at his chin, the pads of his fingers tracing down along the column of his throat, feeling his pulse steady and strong in the arteries there. His contented purr rumbled in the room.
Down further across his chest and the hand working his nipple swapped to the other bud and his back arched into his touch. The free hand dropped down to his abdomen- his loose stature softened the ripples of his abs and the rough pads of his fingers trailed over the curves and valleys towards his waistband.
Jinu’s arousal was still just a simmer, a not quite the insatiable fire that it could be.
But it didn’t last long - his phone buzzed in his ear and he snarled in frustration. Whatever, he could talk and continue his exploration.
He palmed himself through his pants and swiped up his phone. “Yes?” He tried to keep his voice level.
“Jinu.” Baby’s voice snapped through the speaker. “I swear, I know Romance is in pre-rut but he’s fucking extra obnoxious. He about fucking took the producer’s hand off. I would rather not have to pay off another settlement.”
Last time that was Baby’s settlement.
The beta demon sighed and gritted his teeth. He planted his heels on the sofa and bucked into his hand. His breathing picked up as pleasure raced up his back.
“You good?” The second alpha of their pack questioned. “You know what, whatever. He’s on his way home. Please knock some sense into him.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
The line went quiet.
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His skin was too tight, fire racing under his skin. He crossed his legs and leaned against the car door. He immediately uncrossed his legs and plucked a water bottle from his bag - the heat and the desire was threatening to overtake him like wildfire. His mouth was dry and pheromone-drenched sweat stuck to his skin. He chugged the entire bottle of water in one go and then twisted the thin plastic shell in his hands and shoved it back into his bag.
He couldn’t sit still.
Romance pulled his long pink hair away from his neck to let some of the cold air from the vents blow across his skin.
Thank fuck the driver wasn’t omega. Or another alpha.
Because he didn’t think he could reign it in anymore. He already got in their producers face, teeth bared and alpha demands on his lips and pheromones pouring out of him. Baby had to drag him back and the only reason he didn’t turn on him was because he was pack. “Fuck, Jinu’s gonna be pissed.” He wiped his hands down his sweat-slicked face.
They were supposed to finish this fucking song today. Guess that wasn’t happening. Or anytime in the next week.
He pressed the buttons on the console, making sure the the divider was closed so he could…ease some his desire. His cock was already rock hard, the length of him aching and steadily leaking precum. The need to fuck, to knot, to claim was strong.
His fingers around the clothed length of his cock and he hissed, trying to suppress a relieved moan. The heat of him boiled through his pants until he reached the tip, a cool spot drenched in pre-cum. He squeezed and his head thumped against the headrest.
Pre-cum gave a little bit of slide and the tip of his cock rubbed uncomfortably against his boxers. Fuck, he needed slick, he needed to be buried in heat and pleasure.
He just had to make it home and he could rub one out. Or however fucking many it took to ease his rut.
He stormed through the door in a blaze of alpha pheromones. He walked into a cloud of Jinu’s beta scent - lavender and black tea. Romance spotted the discarded pile of Jinu’s items.
He took a deep breath, drawing in their leader’s calming scent. Enjoying it for however long it lasted. Because he wasn’t ready for Jinu’s wrath. “Fuck.”
“Romance.” Speak of the devil. “Here, now.” An even stronger wave of desire raced across him at that tone. Not like his cock was already straining against his zipper.
He kicked off his shoes and padded into the living room. He stared the floor - he wore black socks today. He rounded the front of the sofa and he promptly stopped in front of the mop of slick black hair. He didn’t say anything - he wiggled his toes to distract himself.
“What. Happened.” Jinu’s voice was tight. His scent betrayed his anger - turning bitter like burnt tea leaves.
Romance swallowed and sweat that wasn’t rut-related dripped down his back. “I’m sorry, Jinu, my rut started sooner than I thought.”
Jinu’s eyes burned into him and he felt incredibly small under the withering gaze. His arousal flared again.
He yelped as Jinu tugged him by the belt loops to stand in between his legs. “What are you doing?” He moved to pull back but Jinu’s growl stilled him instantly.
Jinu’s pale, slim fingers reached for his aching dick and gave him a slow stroke. His hips bucked forward to chase more of the beta’s friction on his cock and he clamped his hands down on Jinu’s shoulders to ground himself with a whine. “We both know you have better control than that….”
Jinu’s stare bore into him - another torturously slow touch. “Bedroom.” And then his hand was gone and Romance was left trembling.
“Yes, Jinu.” He licked his lips, panting.
He bolted to his room. A command like that left no argument and even his alpha instinct knew better than to challenge their pack leader. He dumped out of his clothes, tossing the shirt onto the bed. His nipples pebbled in the cold air of his room and he sighed in relief.
Hands coiled around his waist and Jinu’s fingers caught a nub. “Baby interrupted my…relaxation because of you.”
He hissed and his back arched at the rough pinch. His pride and his alpha took over. “It’s not my fault he called you. I could handle it.”
“Are you really going to talk back to me?” Jinu abandoned his nipple to plant his palm over his throat. He was snarling before he could stop himself, the sound ripping its way deep from his chest, the challenge apparent.
And Jinu wasn’t about to let such a show of aggression slide, throwing him on the bed, his weight crushing him into the covers. Fangs pressed at his nape, demanding submission. And his instinct to fight, not to submit, but he went limp. Jinu’s jaw tightened and his cock jumped again at the feel of his beta’s breath, the warmth of his saliva on his skin. The press of his fangs into the glands the column of his neck.
He keened, a pathetic whine. “Jinu, please.”
The black-haired demon released him with a warning growl. “Headboard. Now.”
He didn’t argue again and slid up the bed. There was only one thing such a command meant - his cock jumped at the prospect.
Jinu leaned over him, staring, daring him to move. He heard the clink of chain and then the cool feel of a cuff wrapping around his wrist. Jinu wasted no time securing his other hand, spread eagle across the bed. He gave a slight test to his bond - he could only bend his elbows. Barely.
“Snug today, Jinu.” He panted.
“Why don’t you shut up?”
He bit his lip, ready to risk it all. “Why don’t you make me?”
The slap rocked his face to the side and pained heat blazed up his cheek. Before he could recover, he was yanked down by the ankles, Jinu’s wrist pressing the limb into the mattress to attach each limb to the bed. His heart raced in his chest as the bondage got tighter and reduced his movement further. He was totally spread eagle across the mattress, each limb tied to a separate corner.
Jinu sat back on the bed and checked his work. He then leaned over and unzipped Romance’s fly, the slow click of each individual tooth driving him higher, eventually freeing his cock for the first time since this whole thing started.
His dick was heavy and aching, the skin red and irritated and swollen. Jinu clasped him gently, smearing the copious amounts of precum up and down his length. “Jinu, fuck.” His voice was raspy with need and pleasure, pleasure racing down his cock and up his back.
Cum, he was going to cum. He needed to, he needed to breed, to knot, to lay his claim.
“Not yet.” Jinu released him and a strangled yowl crawled its way out of his throat. His cock slapped against his bare stomach. He was so close, his knot inflated and ready to lock.
The black-haired demon cocked his head to the side, dark pleasure glowing in his eyes. “I’ll be back.” He was off the bed before Romance could argue.
“Wait, Jinu, you can’t leave me like this.” He felt like he was about to explode. The chains clicked as he tugged at his restraints.
“Don’t worry.” Jinu replied, “I’ll be back soon. And…I’m not going to leave you…un-entertained.”
Fuck. That didn’t sound good.
He didn’t have time to regret his choices though.
The demon turned back to him, several items in his hands. A bottle full of clear, thick liquid that was vaguely cheery-scented, a couple of black leather…something that he didn’t recognize and a small butt plug.
The bed sunk again as Jinu sat down. He quickly popped the lid on the bottle and lubed his fingers. Reaching down between Romance’s spread thighs, he looked up for confirmation.
And his pride hadn’t broken yet. “Do whatever you’re going to do.”
A slim finger breached him, the stretch stinging slightly. Jinu waste a second, not rushing, but by no means taking his sweet time. Soon enough another finger joined the first, until he was satisfied he wasn’t going to hurt the other demon.
The cool glass pressing against his rim made him groan, lube felt like ice. Slowly, Jinu pushed it in until the flared base was seated.
Fuck, he felt full, the weight of the plug dragging at his insides in glorious pressure. He worked his hips, trying to rub it against that particular spot - fuck it wasn’t quite big enough to reach, despite his repeated attempts.
Jinu watched him squirm, amusement written all over his face. He knew - the fuck, he knew it wasn’t enough.
And he wasn’t done yet.
Before he could process what he was doing, Jinu was already fitting a leather ring around the base of his cock, snugging it tight to leave the blood trapped in his aching length. another went around the top of his knot, followed by a sleeve that compressed the softening flesh to keep it from expanding. He couldn’t pop his knot, even if he could get enough stimulation.
He exhaled out through his nose- where the fuck did he get this???
Pressure and distant pleasure pressed on him from inside and out, giving him no reprieve.
But of course, Jinu was feeling particularly spiteful today. He stood and made his way for the door. The low vibrations started as soon as the door closed behind him. Romance yelped and bucked into the vibration, but fuck, it wasn’t enough. Just enough to keep him painfully rock hard, pre-cum steadily dribbling onto his stomach. The pressure around his member grew until it was almost painful, his knot compressed by the sleeve but still trying to expand.
“You fucking bastard.” He yowled like back-alley tomcat. He tried curl up on himself as much as his bounds would allow, straining to get any more friction. Tried to rock his hips so he could rut against the mattress or the blanket or something. To rock the plug against his prostate or something. But the pressure at the base of his cock wouldn’t allow him to orgasm so easily.
He quickly lost track of time - the vibration driving him to madness, drenched in sweat and uncompleted spend. Drool and spittle coated his lips.
He didn’t hear the door open again. The vibration died again with the soft click of a remote and the demon panted, struggling to catch his breath.
“Having fun?” Jinu’s voice was filled with amusement.
“Fuck you.” Romance snapped. He wanted to cry with frustration, but his pride and his alpha still wouldn’t allow him to beg for Jinu’s mercy. He squeezed his eyes shut to try and maintain his sanity.
“Oh,” the bed sunk as Jinu swung his lean form over Romance’s hips, “I plan to.”
A sound between a whine and a snarl rolled off his tongue.
“Hey.” Jinu’s voice turned soft, filled with concern and his calming scent wash over him. Gone was the pack leader demanding his submission. Now, it was just Jinu, checking in him. That’s why he loved him, even though he could be a total, insufferable bastard sometimes. “What’s your color?” The lavender and black tea scent got stronger as the beta pressed his wrist to the side of his neck, to scent him. His clawed thumb grazed against the cheek he’d slapped earlier. Romance leaned into his touch, thinking.
He gritted his teeth, jaw clenched so hard he heard the creak. The alpha truly considered his answer - the beta would stop as soon as he called red and released him from his bounds. But being at the demon’s mercy was part of the game and well…tapping out wasn’t his strong suite. So, he licked his dry lips and rasped out, “Green.”
“…Good.” He heard the crack of a water bottle and the lid pressed to his lips as Jinu commanded, “Drink.” A dribble of cool water washed over his tongue as he tipped the bottle bag for a small mouthful.
Romance’s eyes flew open to take in their leader’s form crouched over his hips. Naked he was naked. His pale skin on total display, those gorgeous broad shoulders, the more subtle curves of his muscles flexing as he settled on Romance’s hips. His cock bobbed, hard and dripping. Jinu planted his hands on the alpha’s belly and leaned over, that viciously handsome face leaning in close to plant a kiss to his forehead. A sweet thing, a soft gesture, considering the circumstances.
Like he wasn’t bound in more way than one.
And he didn’t want to be anywhere else at the moment.
Jinu settled back on Romance’s thighs. As he did, Romance spotted the glint of wetness in between his legs and that familiar smell. Lubricant dripped down the inside of the beta’s thighs. He followed his gaze downward and smirked, the cocky fuck - “I did some prep before you got home.”
His instinct was screaming, his mind totally blank. To fuck up into that wet heat, until Jinu was limp and pliant in pleasure. Then pump him full of his cum until it was baked into his very being, until it dripped from every hole he had in rivers. To lock them together until his sex softened.
Jinu grinned, wolfish, reading his mind. Romance didn’t think he could get any harder. But blood rushed to him in waves, each beat of his heart sending pleasure and agony in equal measure to his dick.
One hand on Romance’s chest, the other lining his dick up to his entrance, Jinu slowly, so godforsaken slow, pressed the tip against his loosened ring of muscle. He breached easily, the lube and pre-cum and the preparation made for an easy.
“Fuck, Jinu…” he cried out again, finally getting some relief. Heat and pressure and wetness and pleasure enveloping him. His entire world narrowed to the pleasure of the black-haired demon spearing himself further onto his cock.
“You better sit still.” Jinu commanded with a growl. It was promise, “I’m not done with you yet.”
His thighs trembled, keeping himself just above Romance’s trapped knot. He resisted every instinct howling to buck up, to fuck without abandon. But Jinu had given him an order.
Jinu began to rock back and forth, planting his hands on Romance’s shoulders to balance himself, his hips gyrating to hit that spot within himself that had him seeing stars. Jinu howled, moaned, and tossed his head back in ecstasy, as he used his cock as his own personal toy.
Romance’s knot began to swell, his own pleasure screaming, tried to, the pressure surrounding him keeping him from expanding any further. The heat and the motion, “Holy shit, holy shit,” He panted, his orgasm eminent.
Jinu’s pale fingers wrapped around his own length, lube-slicked and began to match the rhythm he set riding Romance’s cock. His eyes blazed gold with pleasure, sweat glistening on his skin, accentuating every ripple of muscle, the strong column of his thighs as he rocked back and forth, stopping just above the rings.
The beta cried out, head tossed back in ecstasy as he came, cum splattering across Romance’s stomach and chest.
“Jinu, please.” Golden eyes found his again, hazy and drunken on pleasure. Jinu snapped his fingers, the cuffs falling free and Romance wasted no time. Without pulling out, he flipped Jinu onto his back, slamming him down into the mattress to fuck into him properly.
Hard and fast, he snapped his hips, driving his cock deep into Jinu’s heat. “Can-can I knot you, please? Please.” He wanted the godforsaken rings off - half the blood on his body was trapped in his dick. He wanted to cum - he wanted to knot.
But with Jinu, it was one or the other. “You know you can’t,” he panted, writhing in the blankets under his onslaught, “not…without a lot more…ah…ah…prep.”
Those pretty little sounds spilling out of his mouth drove Romance forward and tipped him over the edge. He buried himself, pain and pleasure overwhelming him as hot cum filled Jinu to the brim, spilling around his caged knot, and dripping into the blankets. The beta’s back arched, another orgasm tearing through him, his cock splattering more cum between them.
Romance whined as he came down- his orgasm felt incomplete, unfinished. His cock was still hard as a rock. He swiped up some of his dripping cum, trying to keep it inside the other demon without his knot there to keep it in place.
Jinu leaned up and kissed him gently. His lips were soft, spit slicked from how hard he’d been panting. “I can’t take your knot…but somebody else can.”
The sweet scent of omega hit his nostrils and his head snapped to the door. Abby leaned against the doorframe, his huge arms crossing the width of his broad chest. He smiled softly, his eyes tracing to wear his cock was still buried in Jinu. “Looks like the cage was a success.”
“Yea, he can’t knot me.” Jinu pushed him back and his cock meet open air again as he slipped out.
He pouted, “…That was one time.”