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The sun is high and bright, not yet midday but close, its heat beginning to settle heavy into the air. The warm breeze carries the scent of wildflowers and grass wettened by last night’s rain, wrapping the clearing in the telltale fragrance of summer. The meadow hums with life; bees hover lazily from flower to flower, leaves rustle in the wind, and the gentle trickling of water in a nearby brook competes with the trill of songbirds.
Jungwon kneels beneath a tree with a large, thick canopy, its leaves shielding his body from the sun’s heat. There are clouds, but they provide minimal relief, their coverage sparse this early in the day. He sighs happily as he smooths out the thick, orange blanket beneath him, his hands skimming the soft fabric and feeling soft grass and firm root underneath it.
Sunoo is going to love this.
He sits back, looking approvingly at the sight in front of him, the plush blanket that is in sharp contrast to the greenery and bright wildflowers that surround him and the small jars of honey and strawberry jam tucked away alongside fresh fruit in a fabric-lined wicker basket. His skin warms significantly when he imagines Sunoo laid out in front of him, soft and unassuming, the weight of his body sinking into the blanket beneath him while Jungwon towers over him.
A shiver works its way up his spine, weaving through the muscles of his back.
The thought of his human packmate, vulnerable and fragile, quivering underneath his body’s insistent press makes his stomach flip. Part of him feels indescribably guilty in the wake of this imagery, the pleasure soured by a burning shame. He’s wanted Sunoo for years, yearned for his skin and undivided attention since they were young. Thoughts like these, these waking fantasies, are common and plentiful, swarming him as hornets do rotting fruit—relentless and frenzied, clinging with the same inevitability as the viscous crawl of sap seeping into summer grass.
He sighs, loosening the fists that have formed against his thighs. As much as he wants Sunoo, he knows there’s little that can be done. They’re packmates and as much as Jungwon wants him for his own, he knows it’s not that simple. His desire, his covetous wants, risks disrupting the pack’s dynamic. He’s seen wolves lose themselves before; he’s watched the madness take root when bonds have frayed. He knows exactly what waits for him if Sunoo turns away. If Sunoo were to reject him, if he were to choose a different pack member, Jungwon’s certain he’d lose all control. He’d leave, destined to die feral in the outer forests.
His claws ache beneath his skin, wanting release, and he digs his nails harder into his thighs to keep them hidden.
This is destined to be a normal picnic, he reminds himself, a simple afternoon beneath the trees. No caressing of soft skin, no joining of bodies, only fruit and laughter and the fragile safety of restraint.
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Sunoo’s home sits on the outskirts of town, a quaint little cabin with well-tended berry bushes in the dooryard. The walk there from the meadow takes only minutes and building sunlight flickers between the leaves as Jungwon makes his way down the narrow dirt path. He’d promised to walk with Sunoo to the pack’s summer harvest celebration, to pick him up himself, before anyone else could. He’d been the first in their friend group to offer, the words leaving his mouth before he could think. The smile Sunoo had given him still stirs in his stomach, quickening his steps.
His fingers graze the berry bushes, brushing over leaves still damp from last night’s rain. Cool black set against lush green, these bushes come back to life each year, a success in gardening that Sunoo has struggled to achieve otherwise.
He's brought out of his thoughts when Sunoo opens the front door, a bright smile on his face. He's wearing a loose cotton shirt, its neckline providing glimpses of his collarbones. The morning light catches on his skin, pale gold pooling at the hollow of his throat. Jungwon has to remind himself to breathe.
"You're here!" Sunoo says. “I was starting to think you’d changed your mind.”
“Never,” Jungwon repeats, quieter this time. His gaze flicks briefly to the expanse of Sunoo's throat, to his collarbones, before he schools his expression, praying that it appears neutral. “Are you ready?”
Sunoo nods, stepping out onto the small porch. He reaches back inside to grab a light jacket, hesitating just long enough for Jungwon to notice the way his shirt shifts with the movement, fabric tugging and settling against his frame.
"Are you sure you'll need the jacket?" Jungwon asks. "It's already pretty hot. I imagine it'll get even hotter come midday."
Sunoo hums, fingers lingering on the jacket anyway, thumb rubbing absently at the cuff. “I just thought…later, maybe. If the breeze picks up.”
Jungwon exhales through his nose, a quiet sound. He imagines that breeze, cool against flushed skin, lifting fabric, carrying Sunoo’s scent through the meadow. The thought alone inspires heat in his lower stomach.
"Bring it," Jungwon says. "You can always place it somewhere else if you don't need it.
They walk side by side toward the town center, the dirt path giving way to packed earth and then stone as the sounds of the day grow louder, voices and distant laughter carrying on the subtle breeze. Jungwon matches his pace with Sunoo’s without thinking about it, his arm a steady presence at Sunoo’s side.
He tries not to breathe too deeply, but it's difficult with Sunoo so close to him.
Sunoo’s scent envelops him, clean and sweet, like peaches suspended in thin syrup—sun-warmed fruit, delicate and inviting, mingling with the unmistakable scent of human. It clings to Jungwon’s senses, breaking through the heavier smells of town and summer heat until it’s all he can focus on. His chest tightens, instinct urging him closer even as restraint holds him firmly in place.
He turns his head to look at Sunoo; the sun kisses Sunoo’s fair skin, highlighting his soft lips and dainty nose, his blond hair bathed in gold. Sunoo catches him looking and smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Jungwon's chest tightens, something warm and aching settling in his chest.
He clears his throat, the sound rougher than he intends. He opens his mouth to speak, to ask Sunoo if he’ll come with him now, if he’ll follow him away from the town and into the quiet shade of the trees, but the words never make it out.
"Sunoo!" a voice calls. "Jungwon!"
Jake walks up to the two of them, his hands in his pockets and an easy smile on his face.
"Hey, Jake," Sunoo greets happily. "Is everybody else already here?"
"Yeah, we're set up at a table over there—off to the side in the grass. Less crowded," he explains.
Sunoo nods, pleased. “That sounds perfect. It’s already getting a little overwhelming out here even for me; I can only imagine what it's like for wolves."
Jungwon follows Jake’s gesture toward the table he’s indicating, tucked just far enough from the main flow of the crowd to offer a pocket of shade and space. Less crowded means more scent, his mind supplies unhelpfully, fewer bodies to dilute the air around Sunoo.
“Good choice,” Jungwon says. He shifts slightly, positioning himself closer to Sunoo as they start walking, not quite touching but near enough to feel the heat from his arm.
Jake glances between him and Sunoo, the corner quirking up into a knowing smirk.
"Was the walk down here nice?" he asks.
"It was," Sunoo nods. "Jungwon walked with me; it was a lot more fun than walking alone."
Jake’s smirk deepens at that, his gaze shifting back to Jungwon with open amusement. “Yeah?” he says. “Guess it’s good to have an escort.”
Jungwon doesn’t look away. “I offered,” he says simply. He shifts again until his shoulder brushes Sunoo’s arm. It almost feels like a claim, his scent mixing with Sunoo's even for just a fleeting moment.
Sunoo smiles, unbothered, leaning into the contact. “It was nice,” he adds, looking at Jungwon. "I like walking with you."
Jungwon’s scent deepens, something rich and unmistakable, threaded with pride and a quiet, dangerous possessiveness. It rolls off him before he can rein it in. The air around them shifts, subtle but palpable, his presence settling heavier at Sunoo’s side like a shadow.
As Sunoo breathes in, his shoulders relax and his smile softens as if he could catch the scent himself. He doesn’t comment on it—he never does; being human, he isn't as aware of the role scent plays, isn't as familiar with a wolf's instincts—but his fingers brush Jungwon’s arm as they move, an absent, trusting gesture.
When they arrive at the table, everybody is already there. Sunghoon sits beside Heeseung, laughter spilling past his lips, his shoulders shaking faintly at something Riki has said from across the spread of fruit, jams, and breads. The space feels alive in a different way than the square—quieter, yes, but thick with familiar scents, warm bodies, and the subtle hum of pack energy.
Sunoo sits at the edge of the picnic table, a bright smile on his face. The seat beside him remains open for a breath's length, just long enough for Jungwon to imagine his thigh pressed against Sunoo's, before Jake drops himself into the spot, his hand falling onto Sunoo's thigh.
Jungwon takes the only empty seat beside Jake.
"Oh, man," Jake says, pointing toward a jar of honey on the table. "You'll have to try that one, Sunoo. It's so sweet and floral—it reminds me of you."
Jungwon breath catches in his throat. The touch is so casual, Jake's fingers loose and his posture open and relaxed, but Jungwon feels it like a spark against dry tinder, something immediate igniting low in his chest. Sunoo doesn't even seem to acknowledge the touch, his smile bright and his eyes crinkling slightly as he follows Jake’s gesture toward the honey jar.
"Sweet and floral?" Sunoo asks. "I remind you of sugar and flowers?"
Jake laughs, thumb brushing lightly against Sunoo’s leg. "Something like that, yeah."
Jungwon's jaw tightens. It’s the touch, but it’s also the conversation—the easy intimacy, the way Sunoo laughs, soft and pleased.
It should be him.
He should be the one leaning close, voice low and private, telling Sunoo how sweet he smells. How the scent of him lingers like something warm and addictive, something Jungwon has never quite been able to resist. The thought alone sends heat crawling up his spine, sharp and unwelcome.
His scent sharpens, acidic with possessiveness and sour with jealousy, darkened by something restless, territorial, unmistakably wolf. A few heads lift subtly around the table, awareness flickering.
Jake’s eyes flick sideways. He doesn’t move his hand. If anything, his smile curves just a touch higher.
Jungwon looks away, chest tight, the slow burn of jealousy settling deep and dangerous in his stomach.
Jay clears his throat from where he's seated beside Riki.
"Sunoo, do you want a strawberry?" he asks, moving to grab a large strawberry from the basket in the middle of the table. "They're really good this year. Even better than last year."
Sunoo laughs. “Better than last year? Impossible,” he says, retrieving the strawberry from Jay’s fingers.
Jungwon can’t help but track the brief press of skin against skin, the soft brush of Sunoo’s hand against Jay’s. The contact is fleeting and innocent, but Jungwon’s instincts react like something far more significant has unfolded.
His chest tightens.
The strawberry looks absurdly red in Sunoo’s grasp, its surface glossy, seeds catching the sunlight. Sunoo turns it between his fingers with idle appreciation, completely unaware of the sudden tension building itself among the wolves seated around him.
Sunoo brings the strawberry to his lips and Jungwon’s breath stalls.
Perfect teeth sink into the fruit, juice glistening briefly against Sunoo’s mouth. The scent blooms instantly, bright and sweet, mixing with the warmth of Sunoo’s natural sweetness in a way that makes something low and territorial stir in Jungwon’s stomach.
Across the table, Riki goes visibly still. Sunghoon's gaze falls onto Sunoo and Jake’s hand pauses where it rests against Sunoo’s thigh. Sunoo, blissfully human, just hums in delight.
“Oh wow,” he says, smiling around the bite. “Okay, these are really good.”
Jay looks away from Sunoo, his gaze falling heavily onto Jungwon, almost evaluatively. He hums and turns his attention back to Sunoo.
"You should try the strawberry with the honey," Jay says, his voice even. "I bet they'd be really good together."
"That sounds so good," Sunoo agrees.
Jungwon watches helplessly as Sunoo dips a large strawberry into the small jar of honey on the table, its fruited body displacing the viscous liquid over the container’s sides. He hums happily as he brings it to his lips, his tongue peeking out to catch some of the honey that drips from the fruit, though unsuccessfully. His lips wrap around the strawberry as he takes a bite, his lips glistening as he pulls it away.
Jungwon stops breathing—strawberry, honey, Sunoo. It's all too much, almost cloying in its convergence. A spark of possessive panic sparks in his chest. He isn't the only one witnessing this and he's not the only one reacting. Sunghoon takes shallow breaths and looks away quickly, busying himself with cutting a loaf of bread on the table. Riki watches, eyes wide, his scent deepening with unmistakable interest. Heeseung clears his throat and turns his attention to Jake, blinking helplessly.
Honey drips down Sunoo's hand, drifting onto his forearm. Sunoo quickly drags his tongue along the skin there, lapping up the thick sugar.
Jungwon’s restraint trembles violently, jealousy and hunger twisting together into something possessive and increasingly difficult to contain. Sunoo isn't his, but his wolf wants him to be and he would do anything to have him.
Something in him snaps.
"Okay," he says standing and walking over to where Sunoo sits. "That's enough."
Sunoo blinks up at him, long lashes fanning across his face, his plump lips glistening with juice and slick with honey. Heat flickers in his lower abdomen. Sunoo drops the strawberry in his hand when Jungwon grabs his wrist, the half-eaten fruit discarded and immediately forgotten in the grass.
"Come on," he says, voice low.
"W-where are we going, Wonie?" Sunoo asks quietly, though he stands obediently.
Jungwon’s grip tightens. The nickname hits him like a spark to something already burning, already unstable. Soft, familiar, and trusting, it slides under his skin with dangerous ease.
"Walk," Jungwon says.
The word isn’t harsh, but there’s no room for argument in it. His scent rolls outward, thick and dark and restless, instinct bleeding freely now that his restraint has cracked.
There's soft laughter coming from the table as they walk away. A low whistle.
"Good luck, Sunoo!" Jake shouts.
They keep walking, grass crushing beneath their steps, the festival’s noise fading into nothing behind them. Jungwon leads, his hand still tightly wrapped around Sunoo’s fragile wrist.
Every step only heightens Jungwon’s awareness—Sunoo’s warmth, Sunoo’s scent, Sunoo’s pulse fluttering wildly beneath his fingers. The lingering sweetness of honey clings stubbornly to the air between them.
Sunoo is silent behind him. Jungwon's sure that if he dropped his wrist right now, Sunoo would still follow him. The certainty lands somewhere deep and dangerous. It seeps into Jungwon’s chest, warm and possessive, feeding the restless thing pacing in his sternum.
The walk back to the meadow is silent. Jungwon doesn't look back, but he can feel Sunoo's presence behind him. The scent of crushed strawberries and honey follows them. When they break through the treeline, the familiar clearing opens up before them, bathed in the same bright, heavy sunlight as before. The orange blanket looks like a wound in the green landscape, a deliberate splash of color among the wildflowers.
Jungwon stops at the edge of the blanket, the soft grass giving way to the woven fabric beneath his shoes. He finally turns, his grip on Sunoo's wrist loosening but not letting go. Sunoo is breathing a little harder, his cheeks flushed from the sun and the swift walk.
He looks perfect—standing there, bathed in golden light, with his lips still faintly glistening and his scent a dizzying cloud of sweetness and confusion. The image from Jungwon's fantasy crashes into him: Sunoo, laid out before him, soft and unassuming, the weight of his body sinking into the blanket. It's suddenly within his reach, something possible.
With a gentle push, Jungwon releases Sunoo's wrist and presses a flat palm against his chest. Sunoo gasps softly stumbles backward. His legs buckle, and he falls onto the blanket in a soft rustle of fabric and a quiet thud. He lands on his back, limbs askew, looking utterly lost and breathtakingly beautiful.
Jungwon's breath hitches. The reality is a thousand times more potent than the fantasy.
Sunoo blinks up at him, the sun catching in his blond hair. The loose cotton shirt has ridden up slightly, revealing a sliver of pale stomach and the sharp line of his hip. He props himself up on his elbows, his chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.
"Jungwon…?" he whispers, his voice barely audible over the buzzing of the bees and the distant trickle of the brook.
Jungwon doesn't answer. He slowly lowers himself to his knees, one hand planted on the blanket beside Sunoo's head, caging him in. In this position he towers over him, just as he'd imagined, the shadow of his body falling across Sunoo's form. He can see the frantic beat of Sunoo's pulse in the hollow of his throat, a fluttering beat calling to the predator in him.
He leans down, bringing his face close to Sunoo's, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his skin, to see the flecks of darker gold in his brown eyes. The air between them is thick with the scent of Sunoo's peach-sweetness, the lingering strawberry, and the dark, possessive musk of Jungwon's own arousal.
"You have no idea," Jungwon murmurs. He reaches out with his free hand, his fingers tracing the line of Sunoo's jaw, his thumb brushing over the soft, damp skin of his lower lip. "What you do to me."
Jungwon pulls back and the air between them instantly feels colder. He stands, the ground firm beneath him, and the angle changes. Now he is the embodiment of the predator, looming, casting a shadow that swallows the sun-drenched meadow.
Sunoo blinks, his hands gripping the edge of the blanket as he looks up, his expression a mixture of confusion and submission. He looks small, fragile, spread out like a sacrifice beneath the canopy of leaves and the harsh light of the sun. The loose cotton shirt has slipped further down his shoulder, exposing the curve of his collarbone.
Jungwon’s gaze drops to the wicker basket, where the small jar of honey sits, glistening in the light. His hand moves without thought, his fingers closing around the glass container. It’s heavier than it looks, a solid weight that grounds him in the sudden, dizzying rush of power.
He lifts the jar, holding it up between them, and the silence stretches, taut and electric.
Honey and Sunoo's mouth.
The thought hits him, possessive, a dark, sticky obsession. He imagines the viscous gold spilling over Sunoo’s lips, coating his tongue, dripping down his chin, turning the delicate line of his throat into a glistening mess. He thinks of how it would taste—sweet, cloying, indistinguishable from Sunoo himself. He wants to mark him, to make him messy. It’s a grotesque, beautiful idea, to take something so pure and coat it in the sticky sweetness of possession.
His knuckles strain against the cool, glass jar, a stark contrast to the burning in his veins. The sheer intensity of the moment has him trembling.
"You have no idea what you look like, do you?" he asks in a whisper that barely carries over the rustling leaves.
He doesn't wait for an answer, though he knows Sunoo wouldn't be able to articulate it even if he could. He looks at the way his chest heaves with shallow, nervous breaths, the way his lips are parted just enough to hint at the wet heat inside. It’s a sight that should be mundane, but to Jungwon, it is devastatingly erotic, a glimpse of vulnerability that makes his cock throb painfully against his pants.
"And what you smell like," he adds, stepping closer, the scent of the wildflowers and distant, approaching rain completely swallowed by the peach-sweet fragrance of the human beneath him. He tilts his head, inhaling deeply, letting the scent fill his lungs and drag him under. "It’s intoxicating."
The sight of Sunoo's eyes, wide and glassy, fixed on him is a catalyst. The control he'd been clinging to, the thin thread of restraint, finally snaps. He takes a deliberate step forward and the jar of honey feels like a weapon in his hand.
“You like honey, yeah?” Jungwon asks, his voice thick.
Sunoo doesn’t respond. He continues to stare up at Jungwon, his eyes glassy, lost in the haze of Jungwon’s dominance. His plump lips, still faintly red from the strawberry, are slightly parted, a silent invitation.
“You seemed to enjoy it,” Jungwon continues. “Especially when everybody was watching you lick it off yourself.”
A beautiful primrose dusts Sunoo’s cheeks, a blush of shame and arousal that blooms under Jungwon’s intense gaze. The sight sends a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust straight through him. Jungwon can feel his cock twitch within his pants, where it presses urgently against his zipper, a hard, aching demand for relief.
“Jungwon…” Sunoo begins pitifully, his voice a fragile thread. “I…”
Jungwon tilts his head to the side. He waits a few seconds, but Sunoo doesn’t continue. Instead, his eyes drop from Jungwon’s face to where his own fingers brush absentmindedly against the prominent bulge straining the fabric of his jeans.
"See something you like, Sunoo?" he asks darkly. "Want to see what you do to me?"
Jungwon's free hand moves to the button of his jeans, his movements slow, giving Sunoo every opportunity to look away, but he knows he won't. Sunoo's gaze is locked, his lips parted, his breath coming in shallow, shaky pants. The sound of the metal button popping open is obscenely loud in the quiet clearing. Jungwon slowly drags the zipper down, the teeth parting one by one, a slow, torturous reveal.
He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and his boxers, pushing them down just enough to free himself. His cock springs out, hard and heavy, curving up towards his stomach. The flushed, red head is already leaking, a bead of clear fluid gathering at the slit.
Sunoo's eyes are wide, transfixed. He swallows hard and the blush on his cheeks deepens to a dark, beautiful crimson. He looks utterly wrecked, and Jungwon hasn't even touched him yet.
Jungwon wraps a hand around the base of his cock and gives a slow, deliberate stroke. His eyes never leave Sunoo's face, watching every subtle shift in his expression. He can smell the change in Sunoo's scent, the sweet peachiness softening with the lemony tang of his own arousal.
"You're going to take care of this for me, right Sunoo?" Jungwon asks. "Take some responsibility for what you've been doing?"
Sunoo's nod is almost imperceptible, but Jungwon sees it, sees the way Sunoo's pupils dilate, tracks the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows.
"Good boy," he praises. "On your knees, baby."
Sunoo moves with a quiet, obedient grace, the muscles in his thighs tensing as he shifts his body. He settles into a kneeling position, the loose fabric of his shirt bunching around his waist, exposing more of his pale skin to the sun and to Jungwon. He looks up, his eyes wide and glassy.
"You're staring," Jungwon murmurs. "You like what you see?"
Sunoo swallows hard and he licks his lips nervously.
"Jungwon..." His voice is barely a whisper, trembling with uncertainty. "I've never done this before."
Jungwon feels a sick, twisted thrill coil in his gut, hot and intoxicating. Sunoo has never been touched by another man. He's never known the taste of another, the weight of another. Jungwon is the only one who has ever looked at him like this. The realization makes him feel powerful, possessive, and overwhelmingly hungry.
"Shh," Jungwon coos, the sound gentle but laced with a predatory undertone. He reaches out, his thumb brushing over Sunoo's bottom lip, wiping away the nervous moisture. "You're doing fine. Just relax. I'll take care of you."
He sets the jar of honey down on the blanket beside them and unscrews the lid. Jungwon lifts the jar, tilting it back, and lets the thick, golden syrup begin to flow. He doesn't pour it over Sunoo yet—there would be time for that later; instead, he pours it directly onto the throbbing head of his own cock, the viscous liquid coating the sensitive skin and dripping down the shaft. The cool, heavy honey hits the heat of his erection, and Jungwon hisses through his teeth, a sharp intake of breath that catches in his throat. The sensation is overwhelming, a shock of cold that sends shivers down his spine.
Sunoo’s eyes flutter shut for a brief second, his lashes brushing against his flushed cheeks, then he leans in. His tongue darts out, tentative and pink, tasting the honey-coated head. It’s a delicate, exploratory touch, a wet flick against the sensitive skin. Sunoo hums, a soft vibration that travels directly to Jungwon’s balls, making them draw up tight.
"Fuck," Jungwon breathes out. His hips jerk involuntarily, the tip of his cock brushing against the roof of Sunoo’s mouth. The sensation is blinding—wet heat, the smooth caress of a tongue, the sweetness of honey. He has to dig his fingernails into his palms to keep from grabbing Sunoo’s hair and shoving himself all the way down that beautiful throat. He has to fight his body's urge to shift, his nails begging to elongate, his wolf whining to be free, to be a bigger part of this.
Maybe encouraged by the sound, or by the taste, Sunoo’s confidence blooms. He opens his mouth wider, his lips parting to take more of the head. He sucks, his cheeks hollowing slightly as he pulls back, his tongue laving over the sensitive ridge of the crown, lapping up the excess honey. It glistens on his lips. He looks up at Jungwon through his lashes, eyes wide and watery.
He pushes down a little further. The plush, soft lips of his mouth stretch around the thick shaft, caressing the skin with a friction that makes Jungwon’s knees weak. Jungwon watches, mesmerized, as the head disappears, swallowed by that beautiful mouth.
Sunoo pulls back with a wet, gasping sound, a string of saliva and honey stretching from his lips to the tip of Jungwon's cock and dripping down his chin. He’s panting, eyes wide and glassy, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
Jungwon guides the head of his cock to brush against Sunoo’s bottom lip. He traces the path of the honey there, coating the soft flesh with the sticky residue and the slickness of Sunoo’s own saliva. It’s obscene, the way the mixture glistens in the sunlight, and it makes Jungwon’s head spin.
"You're so messy," he murmurs.
Sunoo doesn't respond, just licks his lips again, tasting himself and the honey, before leaning back in, taking Jungwon back into his mouth.
Encouraged, Jungwon slides his hands into Sunoo’s hair, his fingers tangling in the soft blond strands. He grips it firmly and tilts Sunoo's head just the way he likes it. Then, Sunoo flicks his tongue. It’s a deliberate, agonizingly good stroke against the sensitive underside of the head, and it breaks the last of Jungwon’s restraint.
"Fuck," Jungwon moans, his hips jerking forward.
He grabs the back of Sunoo's head. "I'm sorry—breathe through your nose, baby, just breathe through your nose."
He doesn't wait for the words to fully sink in before he starts to move. He thrusts forward, burying himself in the hot, wet heat of Sunoo's throat. Sunoo gags immediately, his eyes tearing up, his throat instinctively flexing and tightening around him. It’s wet and incredibly tight, and it sends a shockwave of pure ecstasy straight to Jungwon’s spine.
Jungwon doesn't stop.
He sets a brutal rhythm, fucking Sunoo's mouth with long, deep strokes, pulling back only to let him gasp for air before driving back in. He watches, entranced, as Sunoo chokes on his length, the sound wet and sloppy, and the sight of him so wrecked makes Jungwon’s heart flutter.
"You take it so well," he groans. "Look at you, swallowing me down."
Jungwon pulls back, his cock leaving Sunoo’s throat with a gasp. Sunoo chokes, his body trembling violently as he tries to regain control of his airway.
Jungwon stands there for a moment, chest heaving, his cock throbbing and coated in the sweet, viscous mixture of his own precum and the honey. He looks down at the mess he’s made of Sunoo, at the human collapsed forward onto the grass, his forehead resting on the dirt.
Sunoo is heaving, his shoulders shaking as he sucks in desperate, greedy breaths. His knuckles are white as he claws at the fabric of the blanket and the earth beneath him. Tears are streaming down his face, mixing with the sweat on his forehead and the trail of drool that glistens on his chin.
Jungwon crouches down, reaching out to brush a tear from Sunoo’s cheek with his thumb.
"You did so good," Jungwon praises. "You took it so well, Sunoo. Look at you. You're amazing."
He traces the red, swollen outline of Sunoo’s lips, where his mouth was stretched wide around Jungwon’s length.
"You look beautiful like this," he murmurs, his gaze drinking in the sight of the human wrecked and gasping on the grass. "So open for me. So perfect."
He grasps Sunoo’s waist and maneuvers him onto his back. The movement is gentle, though it still feels as though he's manhandling him like a doll; there's an immense amount of care in the way he settles him onto the blanket, arranging him just so.
Above them, the sun vanishes behind a bank of heavy, dark clouds. The light shifts, turning the meadow into a soft, twilight gray, and the temperature drops just enough to be noticeable. The breeze picks up, carrying a new scent on the air—the sharp, clean smell of summer rain, washing away the sweetness of the honey and the heavy heat of the day.
Jungwon sinks to his knees between Sunoo’s spread legs. He reaches out, his fingers hooking into the hem of Sunoo’s loose cotton shirt. He pulls it up, exposing the pale expanse of Sunoo's stomach. Sunoo’s eyes dart away, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink, his body curling in on himself instinctively.
"Don't hide," Jungwon commands softly, his hand moving to rest firmly on Sunoo’s hip, anchoring him in place. He looks down at the lithe, trembling body beneath him, drinking in the sight of the flushed skin. "I want to see every part of you."
"I want to make you feel good," Jungwon continues, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin of Sunoo's hip. "I'm going to show you what it's like to receive pleasure, to be taken. Just relax for me."
With a firm tug, he pulls the shirt over Sunoo's head, tossing it aside. Sunoo is left lying there, pale and vulnerable in the shade of the clouds. Jungwon’s gaze sweeps over him before he moves to the waistband of his pants. Sunoo flinches, his hands coming up to cover himself.
He gently pushes Sunoo’s hands away, his touch light but insistent. He undoes the button and the zipper and slides the pants down Sunoo’s legs, tossing them to the side. Jungwon's gaze is weighted, pinning Sunoo to the blanket.
Jungwon leans in closer, his hands resting on Sunoo’s thighs, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh. "Look at you," he murmurs. "All for me."
With a final, decisive tug, he pulls the last barrier of fabric away. Sunoo’s boxers join the growing pile of clothes on the grass, leaving him completely, utterly exposed.
Sunoo's cock lies flushed against his stomach, a perfect, pretty thing. It’s not as thick or long as Jungwon’s, but it’s beautifully proportioned. It’s physical proof that the rough handling and the possessive words haven't frightened him—it's excited him. He reaches out, his fingers hovering just above his heated skin, not quite touching.
"Did I do this to you?" he asks, his voice teasing. "Did making you choke on my dick get you this wet?"
Sunoo whines and throws an arm over his face, trying to hide. "Don't…don't tease me," he mumbles, his voice muffled by his own skin.
"Tease you? Baby, I'm just getting started," he says darkly.
He shifts, his attention moving downward. He gently pushes Sunoo's thighs further apart, his hands firm and possessive on the soft skin. His fingers travel southward and Sunoo tenses immediately.
"Shh, relax," Jungwon murmurs. "You're so beautiful, so responsive. I'm going to make you feel so good."
But before he touches him there, a thought strikes him. He looks at Sunoo, lying there so vulnerable and pretty, his skin flushed and his body trembling, and he can't resist.
He grabs the jar of honey from the grass.
Sunoo watches, his eyes wide, as Jungwon tilts the container and pours a thin, golden line of honey directly onto his neck. The cool liquid makes Sunoo gasp, his back arching slightly. Jungwon continues the trail down his chest, swirling it around his hardened nipples and pooling it in the hollow of his navel.
Jungwon sets the jar aside and drags his finger through the sticky trail, collecting the honey on his fingertip. He then brings his finger to Sunoo's lips.
"Open," he says.
Sunoo's lips part and Jungwon pushes his finger into his mouth. Sunoo's tongue laves Jungwon's finger, cleaning off the honey. The sight is erotic, and Jungwon feels his own cock ache with need. He pulls his finger out, now slick with honey and Sunoo's saliva, and moves it down, between Sunoo's legs.
Sunoo tenses, his body going rigid under the gaze of the wolf looming over him. Jungwon's cool, slick finger hovers over his entrance, a foreign sensation that makes his breath hitch.
"Jungwon?" he breathes out, his voice trembling. He watches as Jungwon's finger presses against the tight ring of muscle.
"Relax," Jungwon says. "You're going to take it. All of it."
He doesn't wait for Sunoo to adjust. He pushes the slick finger past the resistance, burying it inside the heat.
Sunoo cries out, his back bowing off the blanket.
"So tight," Jungwon groans, watching his finger disappear. "You're so tight, Sunoo. You haven't been opened up for anyone, have you?"
Sunoo whimpers, tears pricking his eyes. "No..."
"No one?" Jungwon mocks him, curling his finger inside to find that spot that makes Sunoo gasp. "No one has touched you here? No one has stretched you out?" He adds a second finger, scissoring them slightly, watching Sunoo's face contort with pleasure and minor discomfort. "You're a tease. You walk around smiling at everyone, letting them look, letting them touch, but you're completely innocent here. How can you be so innocent when you smell like you want to be fucked?"
Jungwon knows he's being mean. He can hear the cruelty in his own voice, feel the harshness in the way he stretches Sunoo open. He loves him, but in this moment, that love is tangled up with a fierce jealousy. His possessiveness is running the show, his actions and mouth driven by a primal need to claim, to erase every other touch, every other look Sunoo has ever received.
The harsh words, the rough handling, they finally break something in Sunoo. Tears well up, spilling over and tracking clean paths through the honey and sweat on his temples. He lets out a choked sob, his body trembling.
"I only want you," he cries pitifully, his voice cracking with the weight of his confession. "I don't want anybody else. I only want you..."
Jungwon freezes, his heart stuttering to a pause as Sunoo's words sink in. He wants him and only him—a wave of adoration, of deep affection, washes over him. Jungwon's heart restarts, and his fingers resume their brutal pace, scissoring and thrusting, a punishing rhythm.
"Your clothes," Sunoo moans quietly, his hands scrabbling at Jungwon's chest. "Take them off..."
Jungwon pulls his own shirt over his head and shoves his jeans and boxers down his legs, kicking them away. He allows Sunoo's hungry, tear-filled eyes to graze over his lightly muscular form, over the hard planes of his stomach and the thick, heavy cock jutting from his hips.
He gets back onto his knees and settles between Sunoo's legs, leaning over him. He lowers his head and licks a long, slow stripe up the honey on Sunoo's neck. The taste is divine—the sweetness of honey, the salt of his skin, and that underlying, natural peach that is purely Sunoo.
"You smell so good," he groans against his throat. "I want you so badly. I adore you, Sunoo. Everything about you."
He spits into his own palm, slicking himself up with a rough, desperate stroke. He lines up with Sunoo's fluttering hole and pushes in. He moves slowly, ensuring a deliberate, burning stretch as Sunoo accommodates his considerable size. Sunoo gasps, his hands flying up to grasp at Jungwon's arms, his nails digging into the skin.
Jungwon has to physically restrain himself from plunging balls deep into him in one brutal thrust. He has to fight the overwhelming, primal urge to bite the crux of Sunoo's neck and shoulder, to sink his teeth in and leave a permanent, claiming mating bite. His grip on Sunoo's thighs is literally bruising, a desperate attempt to anchor himself as he sinks deeper, inch by agonizing inch. Sunoo is sighing and moaning beneath him, a mix of pain and pleasure that drives Jungwon insane.
Once he's flush against him, he moves experimentally, pulling out just a little before pushing back in. He sets a torturous, slow pace, dragging his cock against Sunoo's inner walls, loving the way Sunoo's body twitches and clenches in response. He drags a hand through the cooling honey on Sunoo's chest, enjoying the sticky, messy sensation against the silky soft skin.
He picks up his pace, the thrusts becoming harder, deeper, and wraps a loose hand around Sunoo's throat, his thumb resting over his racing pulse. In response, Sunoo does something that sends a bolt of pure electricity through Jungwon's veins. He lifts his chin, tilting his head back, baring his throat in a gesture of complete submission.
The last thread of Jungwon's control incinerates. He sets a brutal pace, his hips snapping forward with a force that makes Sunoo's body slide against the blanket beneath him. The temperature has dropped, the cool breeze raising goosebumps on Sunoo's flushed skin and he begins to shiver.
Then the first raindrops fall, heavy and cool, slipping through the thick canopy of leaves above and landing prettily on Sunoo's face and chest. Jungwon is running so hot that he's almost convinced there's steam rising from his back as the cool water makes contact. He likes the way Sunoo looks when he shivers, the rippling of his soft skin, the light trembling at his lips as he gasps for air between thrusts.
Sunoo is moaning, a continuous, desperate sound of pleasure. Jungwon squeezes Sunoo's throat gently, just enough to feel his pulse flutter wildly against his palm. Sunoo's eyes flutter shut in response, his head falling back in complete surrender. Jungwon pushes into him, chasing the building, coiling pleasure in his abdomen. He's so close. He can feel his own nails digging into the flesh of Sunoo's thighs, leaving little pinpricks in their wake.
He moves the hand from Sunoo's throat to his neglected cock, wrapping around the heated, slick length. He strokes him in time with his brutal thrusts, aiming to bring Sunoo to the brink of euphoria so they can fall together. Sunoo's resulting moans are intoxicating. He leans forward, his mouth finding the sensitive skin of Sunoo's neck, nibbling and nipping, leaving a trail of small marks and bruises that will bloom dark and purple by morning. An undeniable mark of ownership.
The rainfall intensifies, drenching them both, the water thinning the honey on Sunoo's skin until it's just a faint, sweet sheen. Sunoo's body shakes violently now, his shivering a combination of pleasure and the biting cold, his panting a ragged, desperate sound. He can tell Sunoo is close by the way he clenches around him, his inner walls spasming, his moans turning high and wanton.
"Jungwon... Jungwon, I'm going to come...I'm...stop!" Sunoo sounds panicked in his pleasure, almost afraid of the intensity of what he's about to experience, of coming with Jungwon buried so deep inside him.
"Come, baby," Jungwon moans, snapping his hips forward with the strength and speed that only a wolf can provide. "I want to see you come."
Sunoo is a mess of moaning and crying and shivering, and then he's spilling, hot and thick, onto his own stomach and into Jungwon's hand. He's loud and pitiful, his moans morphing into something almost pained, and Jungwon drinks it all in. He keeps up the punishing pace, chasing his own euphoria.
"Jungwon," Sunoo sobs, oversensitive. "Jungwon, it's too much."
"I'm almost there, baby," Jungwon says, leaning down. He captures Sunoo's lips in a possessive kiss, their first kiss—messy and warm. Jungwon moans into Sunoo's mouth as he finally lets go, coming inside him in a hot, powerful rush. He pushes himself as deeply as he'll go, shoving his come as far into Sunoo as he can, a primal urge to mark him from the inside out. A sickening thought flashes through his mind, that he would get him pregnant if he could, tie him to him forever with a child. He bites the inside of his own lip hard, the coppery taste of blood flooding his mouth as he fights the overwhelming urge to sink his teeth into Sunoo's soft flesh and claim him for life.
He collapses against Sunoo, their bodies slick with rain and sweat, the world narrowing to the sound of their ragged breathing.
"Jungwon," Sunoo pants against his lips, his voice trembling. "Jungwon, I love you so much. Please...after this...don't leave me."
"Leave you?" Jungwon asks, confusion lacing his tone as he pushes himself up on his elbows to look down at the tear-streaked face beneath him. "Sunoo, I was serious when I said I want you."
"But, you've had me now," Sunoo sniffles, fresh tears spilling down his face, mingling with the rain. "Please don't go."
Frustration flares hot and sharp in Jungwon's chest, his wolf deeply offended at the idea that Sunoo didn't feel wholly desired, that he seems to think this was ever going to be a one-time situation, a fleeting conquest.
"You're mine," Jungwon says, his voice dropping, suppressing a feral tone. "Nobody is ever going to see you like this but me. I want you forever."
"But—" Sunoo sniffles, his lower lip trembling.
"No," Jungwon says sternly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "I love you, Sunoo. I've loved you for years. I've wanted to claim you for years. I know that doesn't mean much to a human, but that is a forever thing for me, Sunoo."
Tears continue to stream down Sunoo's face, his insecurity plain to see, a heartbreaking counterpoint to the possessive marks blooming on his skin. Jungwon's tone softens, the anger melting away into a profound tenderness. He caresses Sunoo's cheek, his thumb brushing away the warm tears.
"You're incredible and today you were amazing," he murmurs. "I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you like this."
Sunoo nods, shivering violently as the rain continues to fall, a steady drumming on the leaves above them.
Jungwon leans back to look at him, truly look at him. He takes in the red marks on his neck, the thinned honey glistening along his abdomen, the mess of come on his stomach and the way it's leaking from his abused hole. It's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
"You're gorgeous," Jungwon breathes.
Sunoo smiles shyly, a pretty primrose dusting his cheeks despite the chill. "Let's get you dressed," Jungwon says, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
All of their clothes are wet and soaked through, clinging uncomfortably, but Jungwon helps Sunoo pull on his damp clothing before pulling on his own. It's miserable, but it only needs to last the five minutes it takes to walk to Sunoo's cabin. He decides to abandon the blanket and picnic items; they can retrieve them tomorrow.
They walk to Sunoo's cabin together, hand in hand, their fingers laced tightly. the rain has softened into something clean and new.
The moment they step inside Sunoo's cabin, the warmth of the small space envelopes them. The first thing Jungwon does is help Sunoo strip out of the wet clothes, peeling the clinging fabric from his chilled skin. He drops the sodden items onto the floor, where they form a small puddle.
"You're shivering," Jungwon murmurs, his hands rubbing warmth back into Sunoo's arms. "Sit. I'll start a bath."
He moves through the small cabin with an easy familiarity, stoking the embers in the wood stove before filling the large tub with water, heating it over the fire until steam rises. He carries the heavy buckets to the bathroom, pouring the steaming water into the tub. He adds scented salts that smell of citrus and a gentle foaming liquid that creates soft, fragrant bubbles.
He helps Sunoo into the bath. Sunoo sighs as he sinks into the hot water, his body relaxing for the first time since the meadow. Jungwon kneels beside the tub, dipping a soft cloth into the water. He spends time washing Sunoo's body, his touch gentle and reverent. He washes away the sticky residue of honey and the drying come, chases away the cold chill of the rain from his skin. He cleans the red marks on his neck, his fingers tracing the bruises he made.
Then, he carefully guides Sunoo to lean his head back, and he washes his hair, his fingers massaging his scalp in slow circles.
"Jungwon," Sunoo asks quietly, his voice barely a whisper. "Does this mean we're together?"
Jungwon's hands continue to massage Sunoo's scalp. "Yes," he says, his voice definitive, leaving no room for doubt. "Forever," he adds, because his wolf paces possessively in his chest, demanding the word be said. "I'll make it official later. I'll place a bite on you. If you want that," he adds, though the idea of Sunoo refusing makes his wolf bristle with irritation.
"I do," Sunoo says quickly, his eyes fluttering open to look at Jungwon.
"I'm sorry that this is the way we got together," Jungwon says softly, his movements slowing. "I couldn't restrain myself any longer. Everybody watching you eat that strawberry...I just lost it."
"It's okay," Sunoo says, smiling shyly. "I enjoyed it," he admits.
"Yeah?" Jungwon asks, a teasing lilt in his voice. "What did you enjoy?"
"I liked your strength, the way you held me down," Sunoo answers sincerely, though a faint blush colors his cheeks. "I also liked the way you took care of me. The way that you're still taking care of me."
Jungwon's wolf preens at the compliments, swelling with pride that Sunoo enjoyed the strength his wolf offered, the dominance, and to hear that above all, he felt cared for.
"Well, I'll hold you down even harder next time," Jungwon promises. "I won't hold back," he warns.
After the bath, Jungwon towels Sunoo dry, wrapping him in a thick, warm blanket before situating him on the couch. He takes a quick, efficient bath for himself and then returns, slipping under the blanket behind Sunoo. He pulls him into his arms, his chest flush against Sunoo's back, and cuddles up beside him. They fall asleep in a tangle of limbs on the couch, the rain tapping softly against the windowpane, the scent of citrus, peach, and clean skin filling the small cabin.