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It's unusually quiet when Hoseok gets home. Normally Seokjin can be found puttering around the kitchen, preparing dinner, while Yoongi keeps him company at the counter, working on his latest project on his laptop. Today, however, neither of them are anywhere to be found.
“Seokjin? Yoongi?” Hoseok calls, hanging his thick winter coat in the closet and putting away his shoes. “I'm home!”
There isn't a reply. Hoseok knows that they're still in the apartment though; neither of their jackets have been moved since he left, and they know better than to leave without telling him first. Especially after what happened last time (Seokjin had been mistaken for an unmated omega, and – ugh, Hoseok doesn't even want to think about it. Yoongi had done quite a number on the poor man).
“Alpha!” Hoseok barely had any time to steady himself before Seokjin throws his arms around his mate, burying his nose in the crook of Hoseok's neck. “You're back. I missed you.”
“I missed you too, baby.” Hoseok says, pulling Seokjin in for a kiss. “Where's Yoongi-hyung?”
“Don't know.” Seokjin ducks his head to mouth needily at Hoseok's jawline, nipping at the skin hard enough to leave little marks. “Don't care. Alpha, I need you. Can I have you? Please?”
Hoseok narrows his eyes. This isn't right. There's something very, very wrong with this picture. It isn't like Seokjin to be so forward, let alone be disrespectful toward their mate – especially when Yoongi outranks him in their pack hierarchy. He holds his hand against Seokjin's forehead, ignoring the omega's whines of annoyance. Seokjin's skin feels feverish, hotter than normal. Seokjin tends to be warmer than most people, but this is unusual even for him. He's too hot. The only time he gets this hot is during...oh .
It's mating season, and Hoseok had forgotten all about it. They've been talking about this all month; how could he forget? God, he was so stupid. Mating season is the reason why it isn't really advised to have more omegas than alphas in a single pack. Omegas tend to get very territorial and competitive when it comes close to this time of the year, meaning that they would resort to almost anything to make sure that they were the first to get to the alpha's cock. And if Seokjin's the one out meeting him, that means Yoongi – well, Yoongi is probably shoved in a closet somewhere.
“Seokjin,” Hoseok's voice drops an octave, and the omega immediately stills. “Where's Yoongi-hyung?”
Hoseok rarely ever uses his alpha voice. He doesn't have a need too. Both of his omegas are well-behaved enough – and even then, Hoseok doesn't believe in micromanaging his mates like other alphas are known to do – for the need to use his voice to never arise. Not to say that he doesn't use it because he does sometimes, but the fact that he is means that Seokjin is in Big Trouble.
“Seokjin.” Seokjin yelps when he's suddenly forced to his knees, head yanked back to expose the tender skin of his throat. “What did you do with Yoongi?”
“I-I locked him in the bedroom.” His voice is small, sheepish, as he averts his gaze. “Are you mad, alpha?”
Hoseok's silence as he released his grip on Seokjin's hair to stalk over to their bedroom is answer enough. Seokjin swallows hard, but doesn't dare move, lest he upsets his alpha further.
As mad as he is, Hoseok has to commend Seokjin's creativity. He finds Yoongi sprawled on the bed, blindfolded and gagged. He's naked, positioned so that his face is pushed into the soft comforter of his bed and his ass in the air. His hands are tied behind his back, and fucking hell, Hoseok's breath catches in his throat. Yoongi's thighs are dripping with slick and cum, a thick vibrator pressed comfortably in his hole. Hoseok muffles a groan, cock twitching with interest at the sight. Not only has Seokjin tied Yoongi up, but he's fucked him and plugged him up while Hoseok wasn't home and – and god, that's so fucking unfair Hoseok could cry.
“Someone's been naughty,” Hoseok mutters, leaning over to untie the silky cloth tied around Yoongi's head and remove the gag Seokjin had shoved in the other omega's mouth. “Hey, baby, are you okay?”
“Alpha, please!” Yoongi's pupils are blown, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. “Need to come so bad. It hurts.”
He lets out a wail, hips twitching as he tries to get some much needed friction against his neglected cock and oh, he's wearing a cock ring. No wonder he's so upset. Hoseok reaches down and takes it off, eyes widening as Yoongi suddenly goes rigid, keening loudly as he comes before collapsing bonelessly onto the bed with a faint whimper.
“Holy shit.” Hoseok gapes, slipping the vibrator out of the omega's hole and tossing it to the side before he unties Yoongi's wrists and massages the sore skin, making sure to get the blood circulating again. “Are you okay, baby?”
Yoongi mumbles incoherently into the pillows, too overwhelmed to think straight, let alone form coherent sentences. Hoseok gathers the poor omega into his arms, holding him close so Yoongi can properly collect his bearings.
“'m gonna kick Seokjin's ass,” Yoongi grumbles tiredly an hour and a half later. “Damn bastard fucked me up real good. 'm not gonna be able to walk for a fuckin' week.”
Hoseok chuckles lowly, running a hand through Yoongi's sweaty hair. “Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of him for you.”
His smile turns dark, making Yoongi eye him worriedly. The time Hoseok had gotten that look in his eyes, Seokjin had been so sore that he had to call in sick at work to recover (because Hoseok had tied him to the bed and kept him there for hours, fucking him when he felt like it, filling him up so much that he'd been leaking, even after Hoseok had slid the plug in. By the time they had finished playing, Seokjin was filthy and so far under that it had taken hours for him to shake off the submissive headspace he'd fallen into – which Yoongi had whole-heartedly enjoyed because Seokjin was so, so, so sweet when he was down).
“I'll take care of him real good.”