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Chan was unsettled.
He'd been feeling dazed and irritated ever since he'd woken up in their nest, skin warm from the radiating heat of his two mates, insides hotter from the hormones that were starting to burn their way through his system. His scent glands feel tender under his own careful touch, and a whimper builds up in the back of his throat as he gently rubs a piece of ice against the aching skin of his wrists. Chan doesn't dare try to soothe the one on his neck. He knows the quickest cure for that would be to have one of his alpha's scent him until the pain finally eased.
He also knows that once said alpha's were awake, they'd want to tuck him back into the nest.
Now, there wasn't anything wrong with the nest. The night before Minho had grabbed the softest blankets from their closet while Changbin had chosen the squishiest pillows from the couch, both of them watching fondly as Chan had carefully scoured through their offerings to pick only the best options from the piles.
Chan wonders if the fondness had been more knowing than he'd realized at the time. Perhaps they knew that he was sinking into his heat much earlier than he did, so they let him take control of the nest building instead of offering to help. His heats were harder to chart during the summer months, and impossible altogether if they traveled somewhere out of the country for a vacation. Something in his biology would decide, you know what he needed on top of his normal heat exhaustion? A literal, actual heat, that's what.
It wasn't the nest itself that was causing him to ignore his symptoms. It would have made things easier if it was, actually.
The thought of laying down in his nest, rejoining his mates, made his skin itch. It overwhelms him just thinking about it. The heat, literal heat, and sweat and come that gets all over his nice nest. An arm holding him down, a leg slung over him, hot hot hot. Unable to move. Unable to exist outside of his instincts. He was going to go stir crazy!
He grumbles softly to himself as arousal swells hotter in his belly. He craves to be filled, to be pinned down and taken, to be mounted and used, to—
"Mm, Channie?"
Chan's shoulders tense at the sound. One of his mates has found him.
It takes only seconds for Changbin to find him, standing in the kitchen near the fridge with an ice cube melting between his fingers. His alpha is sleep-soft, with the crease of a pillow pressed against his cheek. Chan watches as he rubs a fist against his eyes and blinks at him from the bedroom door. A cramp hits him then, because of course it does. It shakes him and makes him stumble forward a step, which quickly sends Changbin into action.
"Oh, hyung, come here." Changbin speaks softly to him as he approaches, hands already reaching out to grab him by the waist and rub firm circles over Chan's stomach. It eases the cramping, or maybe its his sweet lemon scent that floods Chan's nose that soothes his insides. His mate has never been insecure about how his sweeter scent doesn't align with the stereotypical scent of an alpha, which Chan is grateful of. If he was kept away from that scent he would cry. His eyes water now at the sudden thought, and he buries his face into his mate's neck.
"I love your scent," he says, sniffling. Changbin hums in answer as his hands continue their massage. Chan loses himself there for a moment, his heat leaving him dazed as he rubs his nose and cheeks against Changbin's scent gland, covering himself in his scent with a relieved sigh. He hardly registers Changbin slowly guiding him away from the kitchen, his arms hanging loose at his sides as his mate leads him by the shoulders. It's only when he's in the doorway to their room that he stops himself.
The shock of panic freezes him there, something that Changbin obviously doesn't expect as he's suddenly pulled to a stop along with him. His soft call of Hyung? isn't heard as Chan begins to shake in his hold, before suddenly he's fully clinging onto the younger man like a koala.
"Hyung? What's wrong? Hey, talk to me." Changbin was keeping his voice soft, but Chan could hear the tinge of fear in his words.
And Chan knew—he knew he was being difficult right now, but he just couldn't get the words out. They're stuck in his brain with his thoughts that move rapid fire between the insatiable need for a knot, the burning urge to keep his mate close, and the ever growing pain under his skin from the reminder that he'll be put right back where he'd escaped from. He lets out another whine against Changbin's neck as he grabs blindly onto the doorframe, refusing his mates so very gentle attempt at getting him back into the nest.
"—Baby, Chan-ah," Minho's voice seeps through his panic and Chan looks up at him with blurry eyes over Changbin's shoulder. The alpha is blinking sleep out of his eyes as he looks at him with concern. "Can you nod for me, love?"
It's hard at first for him to move, to work his limbs through the static overlaying his entire system, but Chan somehow manages to give him a shaky nod.
"Perfect boy," Minho praises, and the words warm his stomach and send a buzz down his spine. His slick continues to leak through the thin fabric of his boxers onto Changbin's sleep shorts. "I'm going to ask you questions, you just nod or shake your head for me, baby. Okay?" Chan nods again, more sure than before. It feels easy, to listen to Minho, to receive praise from one of his alphas. His grip on the door loosens as Changbin finally takes a step back from the bedroom.
Minho steps closer, seems to think about touching Chan's face, but stops himself. "Do you need a knot right now?" Chan swallows. Nods.
"And you don't want to go into the bedroom." Another nod.
"Is something wrong with the nest?" A nod.
"You want a different nest?" A shake.
"No nest?" A nod.
"No nest, but you need a knot."
The constant movement of his head starts to leave him dizzy, and he lets out a soft whine as he buries his face into Changbin's chest. "Nest bad for knot," he mumbles against his boyfriend's nipple. It pebbles beneath his lips and he feels the dizzying urge to suck. "Don't want it there."
He thinks they discuss something above his head, his mates. His focus is gone, lost to the feeling of pressing his lips to Changbin's chest and licking. Mindless. He kisses and sucks and bites across Changbin's pecs and he is rewarded with gentle hands petting through his unruly curls. The alpha's move him at some point, his body happy to be taken anywhere that isn't flat on his back, and Chan finds himself suddenly being pressed against a wall. He only lets out a soft purr from the back of his throat as the murmuring continues.
"—such a good boy, yeah, such a sweet omega—"
"—we've got this taken care of, just float baby, sweetheart, Channie—"
A cock notches against his wet hole, and instead of wondering where his boxers have gone, all Chan feels is sweet relief as he's filled, a sigh leaving his mouth as he nuzzles his face against Changbin's spit damp skin. Hands pet through his hair once again as he's gently rocked by Changbin's thrusts. His alpha's sugary lemon scent blends with his own honey and sea salt as Changbin fucks him faster, deeper, his knot starting to tug at Chan's rim each time he pulls out.
Spiced black tea invades his senses as Minho leans in close to Chan's face, his cute bunny teeth peeking out as he nips at Chan's bottom lip. Chan lets out a breathless moan as Minho devours his mouth, their tongues meeting wetly as they kiss. His cock throbs and spits precum against Changbin's chest.
A shock of heat and pleasure jolts through his body as Changbin's knot bullies its way inside of him, locking them together and flooding Chan with warmth as his mate comes. Chan trembles in his arms and moans into Minho's panting mouth as his own orgasm hits, his fingers clenching tighter to Changbin's shoulders and his toes curling behind his back.
"Rest, love, we've got you," one of them murmurs. Chan hums softly as his body begins to slump, exhaustion finally allowing him to fully drop into his mates arms and let himself be taken to bed for a nap.
They do make him talk about it, unfortunately. After the haze has passed, when his body no longer feels like it's made of TV static and fever, and he's rubbed his skin a soft pink to clean away the sweat and spit and come, they tuck him down on the couch between them. The skin to skin contact helps the remaining buzz in his brain that still demands touch, but he's left free enough that he could stand back up if he needs to get away.
Chan swallows and keeps his eyes facing the living room floor. "So, uh. I'm sorry. That was probably really upsetting for you both."
His mates are silent, their breaths even and scents mute, and Chan tries to ignore the bitter taste on the back of his tongue that tells him he's finally been Too Much. He keeps talking. "Normally it isn't, uh, that bad?"
Changbin speaks up. "And when you say it wasn't "that bad", do you mean that you always feel that way during your heats?"
Chan whines as his scent turns sour. "No, just, it's not bad. I wasn't bad. Wasn't lying."
Minho drops a hand onto his shoulder and rubs it. "We're not mad at you hyung." Changbin makes a sound of agreement as he presses closer to Chan's other side. "We just want to make sure your heats are as comfortable as possible for you."
"It's just—sometimes I feel stuck?" Both stay quiet, but they keep touching him, grounding him as he works through his heavy thoughts. "When I'm in the nest it feels real nice, yeah, it's so cozy and I love how warm you both are around me. It's good. But then sometimes I just feel so…unproductive, just laying there when I could be doing other things."
He can tell that they want to make a comment about how it's his heat and he shouldn't think he has to keep active around the house, but they don't say it out loud.
"Usually if an omega leaves their nest during a heat, our instincts see it as a warning sign. We haven't provided something that you need, so you're trying to get it yourself," Minho tells him instead. He's frowning as he speaks, but there's a look in his eyes as he glances at Changbin.
Chan nods, thankful that the discussion seems to still be open. "Exactly, which is why it's so—I can't really tell you what the issue is when it's actively happening. I don't like arguing with either of you when I'm so…vulnerable. I trust you both to take care of me, so I just let you keep me there."
"But this time it was too much," Changbin says, "does that mean for future heats, you'd want us to…let you go? Leave you alone?"
"Ah, well," Chan shrugs, feeling embarrassed. "I'd still want to be knotted? I just still want to feel free to wander the house. Cook myself lunch. Work through emails."
Minho and Changbin share another look before turning to look at him again.
"We have stipulations."
Chan's eyes widen, and his scent gives him away as it spikes sweeter. "You'd—you're both fine with this?"
"Of course we are!" Changbin grumbles. "I'd rather you be walking around the house naked, leaking, and happy, than miserable in your nest Chan-hyung."
"When did I say I'd be naked the whole—"
"We want to still be able to check in and make sure you've had enough food and that you're keeping hydrated," Minho cuts in.
"What? Sure, that's—"
"And if we think you need to rest, we'd like for you to take breaks," Changbin adds.
"Well obviously I'd need to nap sometimes, yeah—"
"No work video calls while on someone's knot."
"I would never!" Chan shouts. "You're both so—you're annoying!"
He huffs as they laugh at him, but even as he grumbles Chan keeps himself tucked between their warmth. His stress feels lighter already, knowing that they've listened to his silly complaints without a fuss. It leaves him reminded of how much he loved these idiots.
"—maybe we should stick some tape over his webcam just in case he gets frisky, Jisung-ah doesn't need to see that."
"Oh, you're right, should we update his care list to remind us?"
Never mind, Chan was going to kill them both.
A month or so passes after that conversation, and Chan mostly forgets about it. After a few more smaller conversations, he'd also ended up agreeing to start delegating more of his producer work to his Junior instead of forcing himself to handle it all on his own. Jisung seemed to appreciate it at least, even if it left him with more late nights in the studio just like it had for Chan. My fiance is in the states for work, so I'm kind of lined up with his timezone now, the beta had told him with a reassuring grin.
Also in a dreaded moment of I told you so, the weight of responsibility had started to lighten on his shoulders, and it also left him more time to spend with his mates at home. With all three of them working full time jobs—Minho as one of the top chef's at a nice restaurant, and Changbin being trained to become the co-owner of the gym he'd been working at since it had started—it could be hard to have them all home at the same time. Having a lightened work schedule meant he could choose to head home early more often, even if sometimes that meant working in his home office for a bit of time. The exhaustion that constantly held him down wasn't mixing as strongly with his intense urges to fix things around him. Things felt…a little easier.
As always, however, Chan is fully thrown off by the time his next heat hits.
When his eyes flutter open that first blurry morning, he can only faintly catch the fresh scent of his boyfriends. They weren't in the nest with him, the space beside him only faintly warm. He nuzzles the nearest pillow and sniffs at the fading scent of spiced tea and sweet lemon. They must have left in the past half hour, maybe less. Chan tries to think of his morning plans as he stretches within the nest, when he suddenly notices that he feels…a bit damp. He wiggles and sniffs at the air, slowly beginning to process his surroundings. What he'd originally thought was just morning wood was much more than that, he was realizing. He slowly becomes aware of the stickiness of his boxers as the fabric clings to his ass. His sea salt scent had sweetened to the point that he could almost taste the honey on the back of his tongue.
His heat had started…and his mates had left the nest? Huh.
Chan rolls out of the nest and yawns. First thing he needed to do before he lost his mind was to let Jisung know he'd be less active. With a quick text to the Junior letting him know that Chan would be harder to get in contact with, he leaves the bedroom—and the nest—behind him.
He shuffles into the kitchen, arousal simmering in his lower belly even as he thinks of eating something first, and catches sight of Minho at the stove. The alpha is shirtless, sleep pants slung low on his hips.
Easy to tug down.
Chan walks over with a sudden, intense purpose in his step, fangs dropping in his mouth as the strong scent of alpha hits his nose. Minho has barely turned towards him by the time he strikes, mouth starting to part in greeting before it turns into a groan as Chan immediately wraps around him and sinks his fangs into the mating mark on his shoulder. Spiced black tea floods his mouth as the alpha's scent intensifies and he groans at the taste against his tongue.
"Fuck!" Minho hisses. Chan eases his bite with a soft rumble in his chest, a pleased noise following quickly behind it as he's nudged away only to be immediately turned and pinned by the hips against the kitchen counter. "Good morning to you too, baby."
"Minho," he whines. He wiggles his ass back until he's pressed flush against the alpha's crotch and he sighs at the contact. "Knot, want it."
"Needy little thing," Minho tuts. Chan feels his boxers being tugged down, and two fingers quickly press inside of his wet opening. He lets out a moan and shifts his feet against the tiled floor, a satisfied groan following quickly behind as a hand slides up his back to his neck, holding him in a light scruff.
"Down, baby," Minho tells him. His grip turns Chan to putty, a pleased chirp leaving his lips as he's pushed by the hand on his neck, forcing him to bend over the kitchen counter. He glances over and notices that a pan sits on the stove.
"Mm, breakfast?" Chan mumbles. His eyes roll back as Minho's fingers find and rub at his prostate, his arousal burning hotter as his sea salt and honey scent turns heavier. Sweeter. "F-Fuck, Minho-yah."
"I was making my two sweet, patient boyfriend's breakfast, and one decides to distract me." A third finger joins and Chan whimpers against the counter top.
"Knot? Please?" Chan's already forgotten what Minho's just told him, distracted by his need. The fingers slip out, leaving him cold and squirming. "No no no!"
"Shh, hyung," Minho soothes, "you'll get what you want, you don't have to beg."
"Had to beg, teasing me," Chan huffs. He squirms again until Minho finally begins to press his cock against his wet hole, a low sigh leaving the alpha as he sinks inside. Chan's scent turns heavier until it's all he can smell in the room, drowning out the sweet spice of Minho's scent.
"Poor baby," Minho teases. "Alpha is sorry for being so mean." His hips snap forward and Chan whines as the pleasure spikes down his back.
He can only manage soft gasps and moans as Minho sets a quick pace, thrusting deep before slowing to a grind that presses his cock directly against Chan's prostate each time he bottoms out. He's drooling all over the counter, something he would be embarrassed about if he could comprehend how speaking worked. His shoulders shake as he bends forward more underneath Minho's firm hand.
The scent of lemon hits his nose and he turns towards the smell, a pleased chirp leaving him as a hand cups his face. "Hyung's heat started early this morning." Changbin's words are a grumbling purr, like he'd woken up from a nap before he'd stumbled upon them there. His thumb pets at Chan's cheek and pulls a pleased purr from his chest. "Alpha taking care of you, baby?"
Chan nuzzles into his touch with a sigh. "Yeah, 'sgood. Gonna come soon." The words have barely left his mouth before he lets out a loud moan as Minho speeds up his thrusts. His eyes roll back as he comes, unable to hold back a shout as Minho continues fucking him through it. "Fuck!"
"Almost there," Minho groans. Changbin moves away from his field of vision and Chan is left listening to them make out behind him, the air filling with the sound of Minho's low groans and Changbin's pleased sighs. He chokes on his next breath as Minho's knot finally pops past his rim, filling him with pure heat and pulling a groan from his chest at the feeling of relief.
"T-Thank you, thank you alpha," Chan pants out. His legs shake beneath him, but Minho keeps him steady. He trusts him not to let him fall.
It takes him a few minutes to come back to himself, the world returning to focus as he blinks down at their kitchen table. Chan is sat comfortably in Minho's lap, a hand splayed across his tummy and petting gently at his faint happy trail. The sound of something frying floats from nearby, along with Minho speaking firmly to Changbin.
"—you have to keep the heat low, Bin-ah."
"I know," Changbin grumbles in answer. "I was just double checking that I did it in the first place, hyung."
"Hm," Minho replies. "Thank you for taking over breakfast, love."
"I can hear the fear in your voice at the fact you can't easily get up right now."
"I contain multitudes."
Chan laughs as he turns his head to nuzzle at Minho's neck. His alpha's scent stays sweet even as he grumbles at Changbin, so he knows that he's not actually upset with their mate. "Minho-yah, be nice to Changbinnie."
"I'll do no such thing," Minho informs him. The hand on Chan's stomach continues to pet at his skin. "I've got to make sure one of you is afraid of me at all times."
"Too late for that!" Changbin chirps. Chan presses his giggle against Minho's neck.
After a…mostly edible breakfast, Chan escapes Minho's lap and continues on with his days plan. He knocks out a couple emails to a director that wants him to work with some new boy groups in the upcoming months alongside Jisung, then he gathers up all of the dirty clothes from their shared hampers and drops them off in the laundry room for later washing. When he glances at the clock on his phone, it tells him that it's almost time for lunch. Perfect time to take a break, in his opinion.
Changbin's cock is a hot, soothing weight on his tongue as he lays stretched out across the couch cushions, head in his mates lap. The alpha's thigh is warm against Chan's cheek as he rests it there, content to mouth at the base and the head at his leisure while Changbin watches something on TV. He thinks it might be a football match, actually, as he focuses in on the sounds of yelling coming from the screen.
Chan pulls his mouth away, a sticky strand of spit breaking off as he looks up at his mate with a curious chirp. "Is your team winning?"
Changbin is quiet for a long, long moment. His cheeks are flushed red, his body both stiff as a board, yet somehow sunken into the couch. His eyes blink at the TV, then down at Chan. "…huh."
"You're watching the match, right? Is your team winning?"
Changbin blinks syrupy slow down at him before they flick back up to the TV. "Yeah. Winning."
Chan lets out a pleased hum now that he knows he was right. "That's nice, baby." Slick drips down the backs of his own thighs as he wiggles in pure happiness, and he has a half thought about staining the fabric before remembering the heat-proof sheets they'd laid out for this exact scenario. His scent floods the air with its honey sweetness as he smiles. His mate's were so smart.
Chan turns his head towards Changbin's cock once again and sucks on the tip with a low hum that quickly turns into a purr the moment his alpha makes a sound in the back of his throat. He drops his head lower, sucking him deeper into his mouth, and leaves his hands on Changbin's thigh. His fingers knead at the flexing muscles, a desperate whine slipping out as his arousal burns in his tummy.
"Fuck—ah, baby."
A hand settles into his hair and scratches pleasantly at his scalp. Chan's eyes roll back as he hums, a strangled moan escaping his alpha as he does it.
"Wait, come on, hold on—" The hand in his hair tugs lightly, pulling at his attention until he looks up to glare at Changbin.
"Mrhwrt?" He asks.
"Baby, come here, you're squirming all over the place." It's quick how Changbin grabs him and rearranges his limbs as he pleases as though he weighs nothing to the alpha. Chan lets out a whine as he's tugged so easily into his mate's lap. The whine cuts off into a shaky breath as he's speared onto Changbin's cock without another word from his mate. A knot is rubbing against his rim within seconds and then slipping inside, his ears ringing at the sudden overwhelming stretch. Chan shakes in his arms as he orgasms with a gasp of his mate's name, hips hitching up weakly as he's stretched open around Changbin's knot and filled with come.
Changbin rubs his back and softly whispers praise to him; calling him good, and sweet, and stubborn. The last one is said on a soft laugh. Chan lets out a pleased hum, not wanting to speak, as he rests his face in the crook of Changbin's neck. The knot leaves him feeling so full and drowsiness soon hits him. He hopes Changbin wasn't planning to move anytime soon.
"I see that my boys are having a fun afternoon," a smug sounding voice calls out. Chan doesn't lift his head, but he knows that they both can smell his honey tinged scent turn even sweeter as Minho enters the room. He listens to the sound of footsteps, the smack of lips as his loves kiss each other, and then feels the press of lips against the top of his head.
"He was being a little brat," Changbin accuses.
"What? No I wasn't!" Chan lifts his head to pout. "I was letting you watch your game!"
"Baby," Changbin laughs, "I wouldn't even be able to tell you what sport I was watching. You kept pawing at my dick, I was horny out of my skull!"
"Oh," Chan says, not even bothering to sound embarrassed. "Sorry."
Minho cackles before he presses a sweet kiss to each of their cheeks. "I'll go get lunch started. You keep our baby knotted and happy, Binnie-yah. Hyung's orders."
"You're not my boss," Changbin playfully grumbles. His grip tightens on Chan's hips as he says it, and Chan lets out a soft happy sigh at the contact.
After a filling lunch—and many hydrating drinks—Chan makes his way back to taking care of their laundry.
The scent of fresh clean clothes and detergent seems to settle like a balm over his senses as he works his way through their weekly laundry. Neither of his mate's enjoyed doing the laundry as much as he did, preferring to take on cooking duties, or washing the dishes after meals. Chan loved the job, and it was particularly comforting to him during this heat. The monotony of pulling something from the dryer, folding it with care, and setting it aside to sort later soothes the need growing inside of him. The craving for a knot still lingers, keeps his belly warm, but it doesn't itch or burn like it would if he was left stationary in bed.
Speaking of—
Chan turns his head towards the open door of the laundry room, his hands continuing to separate the delicates from the pile.
"Minho!" he calls out.
The faint sound of a door opening down the hall hits his ears. "Chan-aaaah."
"Come knot me while I work on the laundry!"
"Kaaaaay."
Chan nods to himself and turns his gaze back to the basket in front of him, a giggle escaping him as he hears quick footsteps heading towards the laundry room.
"If only you came this quick when I ask you to help separate the piles," he teases as Minho walks up behind him. He doesn't even have to hear him to know he's there with how heavy his spiced tea scent floods the room and fills Chan's lungs. Chan breathes it in and lets it out on a pleased groan as his mate wraps his arms around him. Wandering hands quickly tug at the hem of his tank top until his tummy is exposed, then trail down to tug at the drawstrings of his sweatpants.
"I'll come as quick as you want, hyungie," Minho murmurs against his neck. Chan shivers at the contact even as he laughs at the teasing words. A purr builds up in the back of his throat as Minho tugs down his sweatpants, exposing his ass to the alpha's heavy gaze. Minho lets out a low whistle, and Chan squeaks as his mate grabs and squeezes one of his cheeks.
"Such a good omega, asking for what he needs," Minho purrs. Chan worries for a moment that Minho will continue to tease him and a whine begins to build in his throat, only to cut off into a needy groan as he's filled to the brim with cock instead of greedy fingers.
"Fuck," Chan moans. His head falls forward as he lets himself slump back into Minho's grasp. The smell of sweetened sea salt floods the room as Chan lets himself sink into his heat in bliss. "Mm, Minho…"
"Feel so good, Chan-ah," Minho growls against his ear. Bunny teeth nip at his earlobe and Chan whines as he clenches harder around his mate.
"I gotta…need to finish separating the dry clothes," he mumbles. His body slowly tilts forward, guided by Minho's grip around him so that he doesn't slam himself against the dryer. But what if he did just let himself press against it? A better angle for Minho to fuck him, to fill him with come, to knot him like he craves and hold him there—
"You're drooling all over your hard work, baby," Minho tells him softly. Chan whimpers in response and grabs weakly at the hoodie he'd managed to dampen. The fabric smelled like the skin sensitive detergent they all preferred to use, but underneath the chemical aroma lay the faint scent of lemon that couldn't be fully washed out. It was one of Changbin's hoodies, soft and warm in his hands from the dryer.
"Mm," Chan hums as he rubs his face against it. He breathes out a moan as Minho starts to thrust deeper inside of him, the grip on his waist keeping him still, leaving him unable to squirm away even as he's overwhelmed by how good it feels.
Minho's hands were small, but the strength behind them was noticeable as he uses them to press Chan more firmly against the dryer, manhandling him as he buries his face deeper into the faint scent of their boyfriend.
"Good boy, taking my cock so fucking good." Minho's words were growls as he sped up his thrusts, his strong thighs smacking against Chan's ass forcefully. The dryer shakes from the repeated motion, the pile of laundry on top threatening to fall to the floor.
"Wait!" Chan whines. Minho, his sweet Alpha, stops immediately and pets carefully as his hips.
"What's wrong? Baby?"
"T-The clean clothes. They'll fall."
"Ah," Minho laughs. "You want me to move them?"
"Please," Chan sniffs. "Don't wanna have to do the whole thing again."
Minho shifts behind him, starting to slip free of him, pulling another loud whine from his throat. "No no no, why are you pulling out? Minho-yaaaah."
A yip startles out of him as Minho smacks one of his ass cheeks. "Silly hyung," he teases. "I can't fuck you if I'm moving the laundry."
"You totally could," Chan grumbles. He continues his soft protests as Minho awkwardly moves all of the clothes out of their way, and they don't fade away until Minho returns to fucking him recklessly against the dryer. A purr builds in the back of his throat as his mate lets out a low growl as his knot begins to catch at his rim with each thrust.
"Gonna keep you nice and full, baby, whatever you need—fuck," Minho cuts himself off and suddenly a shock of pain runs through Chan's shoulder as his mate's teeth sink into the meat of his shoulder. He lets out his own shout as he comes right as the alpha's knot presses inside of him.
The only sound in the room for a moment is their shared panting, which is suddenly broken up by the happy ding! of their washer going off. They both fall silent, and Chan lets out a grumble.
"I'm behind now. I was hoping to have this batch all done before moving the wet into the dryer," he whines. Minho laughs behind him, the vibrations of it running down his back.
"Poor hyung," he teases, "whatever will happen now?"
"Oh shut it. You'll be helping me fold now."
"Ah," Minho says, "do I have to? I'm stuck back here for at least twenty minutes."
"You've got a flat area, it's possible."
"…Chan-ah I am not folding out laundry on your back."
"That's quitter talk."
"You're a monster," Minho accuses. He still helps pull the dry clothes back in front of Chan, and yes, he helps fold even if he still refuses to use Chan as a folding board. A wasted opportunity, in Chan's opinion. He'd folded towels over Changbin's biceps before!
"I don't know how you're managing to stay so productive during this heat, hyung," Changbin grumbles against his shoulder blade, hours later. The heat of his skin feels like a furnace even through the layers between them. Chan hums in response and flexes his hips, pulling a moan from both of them as Changbin's cock gives a weak twitch inside of him. His knot tugs pleasantly at Chan's rim as it deflates while the alpha settles his arms tighter around his waist. He doesn't pull out. "The minute I'm in rut all I want to do is knot you both and nap."
"Dunno," Chan tells him sheepishly. The computer in front of him shows the progress he's made in the hour he's been sat on his mate's cock. He'd been knotted once, then continued to warm him because he hadn't wanted to 'lose his work flow', before Changbin had knotted him a second time. "It's kind of—soothing?"
"Are you calling my dick a lullaby, hyung?"
"I don't think I've fallen asleep on it yet, have I?" He says, and Changbin chuckles, and the vibration against his back feel nice. He loves being the little spoon. "It feels really good during my heat when you guys knot me, for sure. I think the best way I could describe it is…it's kind of like when you have the flu and you still want to get up and do things, right?"
"The flu keeps you knocked down in that analogy, though. Your heat doesn't seem to do that," Changbin points out.
"Hm, yeah. I guess…maybe when you pretend to be sick from school, but your parents stay home with you so you really can't do anything?"
Changbin snorts out a laugh. "Calling me and Minho parents?" He pets a hand in nonsense patterns over Chan's tummy, and Chan lets out a soft groan as he presses down lightly. It's not hard for him to imagine a bulge underneath his palm.
"You've been getting in the practice, I suppose," Chan mumbles. "Only a couple more months before the new place is ready for move-in, yeah?"
Their future home. Not an apartment, an actual place that was just theirs and only theirs. A house with a studio, an actual home gym, and an extra bedroom solely for their future child.
Changbin lets out a wistful sigh as his hand presses down even more on Chan's stomach. His scent deepens, filling Chan's lungs with sweet lemon. "Gonna look so pretty when you're pregnant with our pup one day, hyungie," Changbin murmurs softly.
"Fuck," Chan breathes out, shocked by the flash of heat that shoots down his spine. "Need—you're setting it off again, Bin-ah."
"Yeah?" Changbin breathes. His hand slides lower until he's wrapped it around Chan's hard cock. He pulses in his mate's grip with a whine, sensitive even after coming so many times already that day. "Sweet omega wants his alpha to breed him again?"
Chan chokes on his next breath as he squirms in his lap. His hips rock in a shaky pattern, needy and weak as he tries to pull Changbin somehow deeper inside. "Please please please n-need it, alpha, hyungie—"
Changbin growls and suddenly his fangs are sinking into Chan's neck, pulling a loud groan out of him as his mate grabs him by the hips. He's lifted into the air, weightless, and quickly Changbin is thrusting up into him. It's faster than the last two times he'd been fucked in this chair, and it squeals under the sudden motions so loudly that for a moment he fears it would break and drop them both to the floor.
Maybe Changbin realizes this, or maybe he's lost in his instincts, because suddenly Chan is being tipped forward until he lands on the floor, a surprised whine falling from his lips that cuts off as he's pushed down until his chest presses flush against the carpet. Changbin follows behind, mounting him right there in his office and thrusting deeper and faster than he had been before.
"Nn—fuck—C-Changbin!" Chan feels dazed as he's rocked forward against the carpet, held down by his alpha's weight and heavy thrusts. It's almost animalistic the way Changbin takes him, and he knows with certainty that if he'd been off his suppressants he'd be pregnant.
It's with that thought that he comes with a loud wail, his body shaking as he tries to arch himself even more, to offer his body to Changbin. To let his mate do as he pleases with his body, to take as much as he wants from him.
"So fucking—you're perfect, Chan-hyung, you're a dream," Changbin growls into his ear. His thrusts start to lose their strength until he's humping against Chan's ass, the slick dripping down onto the carpeted floor before it stops as Changbin bullies his knot inside, locking in the slick and come now filling Chan. Chan rubs his face against the carpet with a groan, his body finally exhausted.
"Think I'm…ready to sleep, Binnie-yah."
"Mm," Changbin groans against his shoulder. He presses a kiss there. "Sure, hyung. In the bed?"
"Nest is okay," Chan murmurs, floaty feeling. "Want the smells."
"Whatever hyung wants."
Chan lets himself enjoy that thought.
The days following the start of his heat always become a blur to him once he fully lets himself fall into his mate's care. He remembers drafting more work emails in his office, and mopping the hallway near the front door. There's vague memory of working out in their small home gym, and writing a grocery list for whoever was leaving the house next (Minho hopefully). Each is interspersed with the faint reminder of a knot filling him, of his own loud moans and whining, and the promise of being pupped. It all leaves him feeling a bit embarrassed, but he would remind himself that this was fine. It was normal and natural to let those instincts take over.
What unfortunately was embarrassing was his mate's regaling of the tales of his sexcapades to a live audience of their friends.
"Then there was Thursday, when Chan realized he needed to remind Jisung about a possible meeting coming up—"
"Which he'd already emailed him about on Monday, by the way."
"—and it was so important to him that Jisung knew about this meeting that he pulled out his phone and started to call him—"
"While he was actively stuck on hyung's knot."
"I've never yanked a phone out of a man's hands so quickly before."
Chan lets out a groan as Felix and Hyunjin giggle loudly at his expense, while Jisung frowns thoughtfully.
"Is that why I had a missed call and he wouldn't answer when I called back?" He shakes his head. "I just thought it was a butt dial."
"I need new friends," Chan grumbles. He cuddles deeper into Changbin's side and accepts his cheek kiss. "New mates and new friends that won't mock me in my times of need."
"Nah," Minho tells him. "You're stuck with us."
"Yeah," he agrees. "I guess that's alright."