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Soonyoung knew Jihoon was going into heat before the omega did.

It's the way he was clingier than he usually is, gets upset easier by things that don't usually bother him, and how he takes naps almost every chance he gets. The sweeter scent is a given, of course.

Soonyoung was finishing up washing the dishes after their dinner when Jihoon crowded up his space, wrapping his arms around Soonyoung's waist and pressing his cheek into his back.

"What's the matter, baby?" Soonyoung softly questions, making sure it's not accusatory lest his omega get pouty for getting questioned.

"Miss you," Jihoon replies after a moment.

"I'm just here, aren't I?" Soonyoung chuckles. He places the last dish on the drying rack and wipes off the water around the sink before patting his hands dry on the kitchen towel. He just loves when Jihoon shows this side of his when he nears his heat, honest and vulnerable.

Soonyoung pulled Jihoon's arms around him apart so he can turn around and face his boyfriend. He cradles Jihoon's face on his hands and squeezes his cheeks. "So cute," Soonyoung gives a peck on Jihoon's nose, "So so cute!" Then another on Jihoon's pouting lips.

This, he thinks to himself, is the best part of Jihoon's heat. The days leading up to him gets him so very attention hungry, never wanting to be physically away from Soonyoung for an extended amount of time. Even better, Jihoon seems to be more susceptible to cuteness aggression. Like, he just lets Soonyoung coddle him like this. Incredible.

He brushes away Jihoon's hair—black and to his shoulders—and gives a final peck on Jihoon's cheek. "Aren't you feeling cold?" He asks, as Jihoon's only article of clothing at the moment are his tight boxer shorts, leaving his toned body out in the open for Soonyoung to admire.

"No, I feel really warm," Jihoon explains. Soonyoung himself is wearing long pajamas and a hoodie as spring is only coming towards its end, the weather still chilly in and out of their shared apartment. Soonyoung smiles, fond.

Of course. Even Jihoon's skin feels hot right now, heat just absolutely radiating from him. This part of Jihoon's pre-heat can be such a blessing and a curse. When the weather is cooler, he's the best to cuddle at night, keeping Soonyoung warm as he sleeps. It's also a pleasant fucking sight to behold when Jihoon just pads around their home with such a small article of clothing, just never an unwelcome sight.

(The curse part is when it's the summer and Jihoon's attitude—and their bills—rocket up the ceiling as Soonyoung tries his best to cool him down. Sexy as Jihoon is when he sweats, the amount of clothes and sheets he sweats through was not fun.)

"That so?" Jihoon nods, pausing before he tilts his neck to the side, letting his long hair fall to his back, exposing the side of his throat. It's a silent request for Soonyoung to scent him. Their mating bite rests there, just where his neck and shoulder meet.

Wordlessly, Soonyoung pulls Jihoon by the waist and bends down to press his nose on that area, sniffing sharply, filling his senses with Jihoon's flowery scent. Then he rubs his nose then his cheek on Jihoon's throat, effectively scenting him with his faint sandalwood, mixing their scents together. Soonyoung gives his mark a kiss, open mouthed, sucking and licking a little before pulling away, granting him a small whine from Jihoon.

Although he doesn't like to admit it, Jihoon loves being scented. He loves the feeling of being wrapped with his mate's scent. Soonyoung doesn't think there's a particular reason other than instinct, but he has a small inkling that says Jihoon feels smug with letting other people know he has an alpha. It's a bonus when they know whose scent specifically it is, something about being possessive or maybe even being claimed.

"Good?" Soonyoung asks, wetting his lips.

Jihoon nods. He grabs Soonyoung's hand and leads him to their living space, sitting down on the couch. Once the alpha takes his seat next to Jihoon, the latter lays his head down on the former's lap without a word, closing his eyes.

Ruffling his hair, Soonyoung smiles down at him and drapes the throw blanket over his curled-up body.

♡

"Kwon Soonyoung," Jihoon looks down at Soonyoung while the latter is crouching on the ground tying his shoelaces.

"Hm?" Soonyoung glanced back at him. Jihoon is standing with his hands inside the pockets of his sweatshorts. He's shirtless again. He must really be feeling warm in his pre-heat. That, and maybe he's constantly trying to seduce Soonyoung.

"How long are you gonna be out?" Jihoon says with a flat voice. Soonyoung smiles to himself. He knows Jihoon's trying to act nonchalant but if he truly is, he wouldn't be watching Soonyoung tie shoelaces by the doorway.

"I'll be back by dinner, love," Soonyoung assures him, standing up.

"Couldn't you have settled it through e-mail?" Jihoon's almost glaring at him.

Soonyoung pulls him into a hug, nosing his scent gland and leaving a kiss by his mating bite. "I can't really help with choreography through e-mail. I promise I'll make it quick and be home as soon as I can."

Jihoon doesn't hug back but he does clench Soonyoung's hoodie tight, pulling him closer. Soonyoung scents him a bit more to calm Jihoon's souring scent. Jihoon rubs his cheeks too onto Soonyoung's, purring as he inhales the other's scent. Soonyoung also takes both of Jihoon's wrists to his face, kissing and scenting both.

"Kiss?" He asks softly. Soonyoung would be insane if he denied Jihoon anything, especially with how sensitive he is these past few days—not that he would refuse Jihoon anything even on a regular day.

Soonyoung leaned down to give a quick peck to Jihoon. He was about to pull away when Jihoon grabbed him by his nape with both hands and pulled him back down, giving him a proper kiss, all mouthy with tongue.

Soonyoung indulges Jihoon, kissing back for as long as Jihoon wants. He feels Jihoon press his hardness onto his thigh, rolling his hips. The action made Soonyoung think his sanity is slipping away, combined with how Jihoon licks into his mouth, desperate and needy. 

Jihoon was gasping when they finally broke apart. Grabbing at the collars of Soonyoung's hoodie, he presses their foreheads together. Soonyoung chases after Jihoon, stealing one, two more kisses.

Fuck, how was he supposed to leave now? When Jihoon is getting all hot for him, his milky scent getting sweeter by the second, his arousal so glaringly obvious. Soonyoung growls low in his chest.

"Young..." Jihoon whimpers, resorting to rubbing his wrists into Soonyoung's clothes. He's glaring at Soonyoung but his lips are pouting and there's a blush on his cheeks and nose. "Hyung..."

"Fuck," Soonyoung curses, going back to Jihoon's throat to lightly graze his teeth on Jihoon's mark. He's really pulling out the big guns, then. That was one kink they never really properly discussed, yet makes appearance every now and then. Somehow, there's something about it that flips a switch between the two of them. "You're being really mean right now, Ji."

For Jihoon to call him hyung right at this moment, he must really want Soonyoung to stay. As much as he wants to, he's already promised Chan and the others that he's gonna help them put together the choreography they've been stuck on for days now. Soonyoung's not one to back on his promises, not when Chan sounded so happy when he agreed.

"You're the one who's mean, leaving his omega nearing his heat..." Jihoon says.

"You're right, I'm the worst alpha ever." Soonyoung immediately agrees, not wanting to cross his mate even more. "But can I make it up to you by calling every hour? I promise, I'll be back by six." He tries to negotiate.

Jihoon shoots him another glare and then huffs, turning on his heel and leaving Soonyoung by the door. "Jagiya, I love you!" Soonyoung yells after him just before Jihoon closes the door.

He sighs to himself and pulls his hoodie down to cover his boner. In his defense, Jihoon gave him permission to leave earlier that day—not that he’d argue with Jihoon though. For now, he just needs to pray that his stupid boner goes away by the time he reaches the dance studio.

♡

As soon as he entered the studio, he caught Hansol's sight, nose scrunched. Junhui also gives out a low whistle, followed by laughter. A wave of embarrassment washes over Soonyoung and yet he also can't help feeling a bit of pride. He must have really smelled like his mate right now.

He wonders if that was Jihoon's goal, rubbing himself all over Soonyoung by the doorway. Knowing Jihoon though, it probably is.

"Hyung, are you sure you should be here right now?" Chan asks him. "Is Jihoon hyung okay? I mean, you usually smell like him but today is just... wow."

"He's in pre-heat," Soonyoung quietly explains. Chan's mouth formed an 'o', nodding in understanding. "So I'd need to go home early today. Sorry, Chan." He says, tapping the younger's shoulder.

"Hyung, it's fine. It happens," Hansol says, despite having just turned on the air purifier.

"Yeah, hyung. Don't apologize for that," Chan agrees. “We're the ones who should be sorry for taking you away from your mate.”

Soonyoung smiles at the boys, mouthing a thank you. "Okay, show me what you guys came up with so far!" He says in his usual energetic voice, starting their practice for today.

He's probably gonna sweat a lot, too. If it was a normal day, Jihoon would scrunch his nose at him and point at the shower before letting him close. Not that he's taking advantage of Jihoon's state but he thinks Jihoon would thoroughly enjoy Soonyoung's scent later.

He can't wait to go home.

♡

As promised, Soonyoung was on his walk way back home half an hour before seven. With him is a to-go order of kimchi stew which he thought they can have for dinner. Soonyoung said he'd call Jihoon every hour, which he did, except Jihoon didn't answer at all. Not even his worried texts and apologies were read.

Jihoon must really have been upset with him. He sighs to himself, wondering if he shouldn't have gone to dance with the boys at all. The two of them rarely argue, with Jihoon being quite permissive, not that they had a type of relationship where they needed permission from each other to do things anyway. It does turn into a different story sometimes, though, when they're nearing their heat or rut.

He knows by now how attached and anxious Jihoon gets as his heat gets close, going through mood swings as well. Was Jihoon's heat way closer than he thought? It would make sense if so. He thought they still have a few days but it looks like it's any day or even hour now, remembering how intense Jihoon was today.

Soonyoung punches the code to their apartment when he arrives, calling for Jihoon's name. "Jihoon, baby, I'm back!" He says as he toe off his shoes.

Their apartment smells stronger of Jihoon than when he left, a thick sweet scent of floral vanilla filling every room but with a tinge of sourness, hinting at Jihoon's discomfort. He catches sight of Jihoon's phone on the coffee table, probably why he hadn't been responding. Was he sleeping? He places their dinner on the table and washes his hands, going straight to their shared bedroom where the scent is the strongest.

He knocks. "Jihoon?" No answer. He steadies himself by the doorknob for a second first, the scent getting to him. Even though he's entirely familiar with the scent by now, Jihoon's heat scent still goes straight to his dick, rousing his alpha, filling him with want.

But he knows that's not what Jihoon needs right now. He needs his mate first, his alpha second.

He quietly opens their bedroom door, peeking in before going inside. The ceiling lights are off and the curtains are closed, the only source of light present is their nightstand lamp, casting an orange glow to the room. His heart breaks at the sight.

Jihoon's wearing Soonyoung's clothes (Gods, does he even know his effect on Soonyoung?). He recognized his jacket, having tossed it on the hamper just last night, worn by his mate. He's asleep curled up on his side, face buried into the collar. Tucked under his arm is Soonyoung's tiger plushie—it's actually Jihoon's now, but he won't admit that—that he regularly scents. It doesn't help that he's sleeping on Soonyoung's side of the bed, too.

Jihoon rouses with a deep inhale, "Young?"

Soonyoung immediately goes to his mate, sitting down on the bed next to him and hand finding his scent gland, effectively calming him. "I'm here, love."

"You really came back quickly," Jihoon caught his hand on his neck, nosing Soonyoung's scent glands on his wrist and inhaling sharply. "Missed you." He lets Soonyoung's scent of warm mint envelope him.

"I know, I missed you, too. I'm so sorry I left you." Soonyoung bends down to kiss the top of his head.

"It's okay. Sorry I got upset," Jihoon replied, his voice small and shy.

"Don't worry about it, baby." Soonyoung says. "How are you feeling now?"

"Hot," Jihoon's hands go to unzip Soonyoung's jacket, revealing bare skin. Soonyoung's eyes flash to his chest, glistening with a thin layer of sweat, trying to suppress a wave of want coursing through him. With the sourness gone in the air, his senses are filled with his mate's sweet, alluring scent.

It's only natural for an alpha to desire his mate, after all.

Now that Soonyoung's noticed it, some of Jihoon's hair is also sticking to his forehead. He helps Jihoon tug off the jacket, leaving his upper half bare again—Jihoon's usual look nowadays. He pulls his gaze away from Jihoon's body. If he looks a bit more, he might just do as he pleases with Jihoon.

"Why were you even wearing a jacket if it's so hot?" Soonyoung questions him, swiping at the sweat on his forehead. "Anything hurts?"

"No—I just wanna—" Jihoon pulls Soonyoung to lie down on his back, tiger plushie pushed away to the side, so Jihoon can cuddle up to his side, leg draped over Soonyoung's lower body and head buried in the crook of his neck, scenting him again. Soonyoung naturally wraps his arms around Jihoon. "Only you can comfort me, hyung..."

"Ji, jagiya... look at me." The alpha tilts his head to look down at the other, and when Jihoon looks up at him, cheeks blushing and eyes droopy. Soonyoung immediately shifts, pulling Jihoon to his eye level to connect their mouths together.

The kiss begins with a peck. Soonyoung pauses to look at Jihoon whose eyes are closed, lashes fluttering against his pink cheeks. Shocked with a wave of his own arousal, he leans closer once again, shamelessly licking Jihoon's lips. Jihoon actually mewls at that, lips opening to welcome Soonyoung's tongue. Emboldened now, the alpha wraps his arms tighter around the omega, crowding into his space so that he's on top, all while exploring Jihoon's mouth with his tongue.

"Mmhm, alpha..." Jihoon moans, jaw lax, letting Soonyoung do as he wishes with him. Soonyoung sucks on his bottom lip, lightly pulling with his teeth before moving to kiss down his jaw.

The alpha can smell it so well. The scent of sweet flowers spreading into the room. This time, it was so cloyingly sweet that he knows for sure it comes from the slick gushing out of his omega's hole.

Soonyoung nips at Jihoon's neck, kisses trailing down to his scent gland. He tongues at the sensitive bundle of nerves right on it and when he lets his teeth lightly graze the remains of the mating mark, Jihoon's hand flies to his hair, fingers curling around his strands without pulling, sending a sharp pain through Soonyoung. Soonyoung doesn't mind. He'll take everything Jihoon wants to give him.

Hands travel down Jihoon's body with a purpose. With practiced ease, Jihoon's boxers are tugged off. Soonyoung doesn't even need to look to know that it's absolutely drenched with Jihoon's slick. Jihoon kicks off the material and instinctively opens his legs wide. Soonyoung, the understanding alpha that he is, immediately slots himself between Jihoon's legs. His mouth goes back to Jihoon's, coming back to suck at his tongue while he grinds his hip right on his omega. He slots his hardness on Jihoon's hole, letting his own sweatpants get soaked with slick.

Jihoon groans into the kiss. His hips roll upwards to meet with Soonyoung's, ankles locking around his alpha's waist to pull him impossibly closer. He clenches his fist on Soonyoung's shirt, tugging. Soonyoung breaks the kiss for a second to pull it off his head, immediately dipping downwards to dig his teeth into Jihoon's shoulder.

“Hyung, it hurts..!” Jihoon complains, tugging at Soonyoung's hair within his grasp. It does nothing to deter Soonyoung's bite, though. All his alpha does to comfort him is lick away at the mark he just created, leaving a kiss beside it.

“Can't help myself,” Soonyoung gasps. “Not with the way you smell right now. Like I could just eat you in a single bite.”

He trails down kisses to Jihoon's chest, closing his mouth around one of his nipples and plays with it with his tongue. Jihoon moans, high and wild, arching his back into the touch. “Ngh—sensitive—” His grip on Soonyoung's hair just gets tighter as he tries to pull Soonyoung away.

Cute, Soonyoung thinks. He keeps trying to pull him away, but Soonyoung knows exactly what Jihoon wants. He's not shy with his teeth, grazing and digging as he goes, leaving marks in his wake.

Pulling off from Jihoon's chest, Soonyoung sits up, panting. His hair is finally released from Jihoon's grip. “Should I stop then?” He asks the omega, staring down at him. Jihoon's legs are still wrapped around his waist but he has since stopped rolling his hips, just staring at his naked Jihoon sprawled on the bed.

“Nooo… S'nyoung, please… Please, hyung…” Jihoon begs.

The alpha almost feels high out of his mind, looking at Jihoon writhe on the bed, hips rising to make attempts to grind into Soonyoung's covered hardness. Maybe it's inappropriate, but it's almost like he's power tripping playing with his omega's heat-addled brain. At this state, it takes so fast for Jihoon to go from zero to one hundred. He could be calm in a minute, and close to crying in the next. All from Soonyoung playing with him a little.

“What do you want?” His hands come to grip Jihoon's pale thighs. He doesn't pull, not yet, but his grip is tight enough to be sure that it will leave bruises in the shape of his hand later. “Tell hyung what you want. I'll give it to you.”

“You know what I want,” Jihoon sobs, chest rising and falling in quick succession. “You're so mean.”

He's probably right. Even Soonyoung feels mean at the moment. He's looking at his mate, eyes glassy with tears threatening to fall. Soonyoung's eyes fall down to the white scar over his scent gland, the evidence of his claim to Jihoon. It fills him with smugness, to be the one who gets to mark Jihoon. Just beside it is another bite mark just a few minutes old, the shape of his teeth lined with red. Surrounding his throat is a necklace of bruises blooming like red roses. His mate is so beautiful, can you blame Soonyoung for wanting to stake his claim?

“Do I?” Soonyoung drawls. His grip on Jihoon's thighs tighten to pull him towards his hips, grinding his hard cock right into Jihoon's leaking hole. His scent blooms across the room again as slick gushes out, spreading the dark spot on Soonyoung's sweatpants. “I’m not sure I follow, jagiya.”

Jihoon whines even louder at that, arm extending to grasp at whatever he can reach of Soonyoung before his fingers decide to grab Soonyoung’s forearm at his thighs. Soonyoung brows furrow, Jihoon always kept his nails nicely manicured, but it's never too short. His nails dig into his skin, probably drawing blood. It hurts, but it hurts good.

“Hyung, Soonyoungie hyung, alpha, please…” Jihoon starts, eyes making contact with Soonyoung's. His eyes shine with unshed tears and Soonyoung almost wants to kiss them away. “Give it to me, please…”

“Give you what, hm?” Soonyoung drapes his body on top of Jihoon, hand threading through Jihoon's long dark locks, grabbing his hair tight close to his scalp to expose his throat. He licks a long stripe from right at the center of the omega's chest past his throat, ending on Jihoon's mouth.

“Your pups…”

Soonyoung stills. He props himself up on his elbow beside Jihoon's head to look at his mate's face. “What?”

Jihoon returns his gaze with a sincerity that cannot be described with words. “Fuck me full of your pups, alpha…”

Oh.

Oh.

A brief but conscious sniff in the air nails Soonyoung's suspicion. Jihoon's heat is truly kicking in now. It's at the sweetest it's been all week, filling all of Soonyoung's senses with nothing but Jihoon, Jihoon, Jihoon. It makes him lightheaded. It makes him feral.

“Is that what you want, baby? You want hyung to fuck you pregnant?” Soonyoung's voice drops a few octaves, his face inches lower, dropping kisses on Jihoon's face, his forehead, his cheeks, the tip of his nose. “You want me to knot you?”

“Yes! Please, Young… won't you give it to me?” Jihoon releases whatever grip he has on Soonyoung—save for his legs locking Soonyoung close to him, of course—to hold his face. His fingers tremble a little, caressing Soonyoung's cheeks. He's acting so demure now, setting a trap for Soonyoung to bite.

But Soonyoung will give it to him regardless. There's hardly anything in the world Soonyoung wouldn't do for Jihoon.

Soonyoung sharply sucks in a breath, willing himself to sanity. He presses a kiss on Jihoon's lips, chaste and somehow the most intimate one he's given to Jihoon all night.

“I'll give it to you, baby.”

With pure force, he wrestles Jihoon's legs off his torso and manhandles him into his stomach. Jihoon yelps as Soonyoung grabs his hips to force him to present with one hand while his other hand pushes his sweatpants past his knees and kicks it off. Soonyoung groans once his cock springs free, automatically pressing his cock between Jihoon's ass cheeks, coating it in slick.

High and long moans come out from Jihoon's mouth all the while Soonyoung watches his cock slide in slick, his hands flexing and relaxing while holding Jihoon's ass. It's so fucking round and soft, Soonyoung must have saved the country in his past life to have a mate with an ass like this. He tilts his head, drunk-dazed with the Jihoon's slick filling his head.

It's just a sight he will never tire of: Jihoon's hole is constantly streaming out slick, his ass shiny with it. The clear fluid drips down his taint, his balls, all the way down his thighs. And Soonyoung knows from experience how fucking sweet Jihoon's heat slick tastes.

With a split-second decision, Soonyoung removes his dick from between Jihoon's crack and bends down, licking a broad stripe from his taint to his hole.

Jihoon lets out a long moan the same time Soonyoung growls, burying his nose between his mate's ass, tongue fucking the source of all that slick. Jihoon can't seem to decide if he wants to push himself towards pleasure or run away, hips bucking under Soonyoung's mouth. Hm, Soonyoung can decide for him. He grips Jihoon's hips tight, right where his legs and pelvis meet, and pulls him towards his mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, S'nyoung, ngh, please! I'm gonna come!” Jihoon babbles. Soonyoung closes his eyes and groans, mouth slurping up Jihoon's slick like it's a treat for himself. It's just sweet with the hint of bitterness, a taste so very specifically Jihoon and Soonyoung wants it all for himself. Fuck, even he wonders if it's normal to want to consume your mate's slick this much, but he can't get enough of it.

I know, Soonyoung would say if his mouth wasn't so occupied. He can feel Jihoon's thighs trembling even with his iron grip, his mouth becoming less and less coherent until he's screaming and coming on Soonyoung's tongue.

Even though Jihoon's climax, Soonyoung doesn't stop, this time tongue-fucking Jihoon with the purpose of getting him loose. His cock spurts white all over the sheets beneath him neglected and untouched. It's just a bonus that his hole gushes out more slick as he comes. Jihoon's legs relax, and now it's only Soonyoung's grip on him keeping him up. His elbows give out, chest falling into the bed and burying his face into the pillow.

“Ah, ah, ah! More… please..!” Jihoon's cock doesn't soften one bit.

Soonyoung huffs, straightening as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. The gesture barely makes a difference with how slick is all over the bottom half of his face, nose not even exempted.

“Insatiable,” Soonyoung hisses, he presses the pads of two of his fingers on Jihoon's hole, not quite pressing in but rubbing, testing the give of his hole for Soonyoung.

He almost wants to laugh at how easily loose Jihoon his, just a soft pressure and his hole is already giving in, willing to let Soonyoung inside.

Roughly, Soonyoung pushed in his two fingers all the way, marveling at the sounds Jihoon made. “Hah, you're just taking me right in, baby.”

“‘S not enough, hyung…” Jihoon slurred. 

Soonyoung almost gave in. He could just pull out his fingers and replace it with his cock if he really wanted. He could watch Jihoon writhe and whine with the sudden stretch, make him take it all. For a minute, he entertains the thought just to teach Jihoon a lesson. And hell, maybe if he feels mean enough, he will next time. But not today. Not when Soonyoung plans on stuffing Jihoon full with his knot. Maybe he does have a thread of sanity left in him, after all.

“Greedy, aren't you?” He pulls out his fingers and shoves them back in, feeling the muscle flutter around his fingers. Jihoon shakes his head no into the pillow, hand fisting the bed sheets. “But you just keep asking for more.”

“No, I'll take whatever hyung gives me.” Jihoon says, hiding his face with the pillow while his hips grind back and forth on Soonyoung's fingers.

“That's my good boy.” Soonyoung presses a kiss on the center Jihoon's ass, another just on top of his tailbone.

He adds another finger, fucking three fingers in and out of Jihoon, and soon four. Soonyoung barely contains his own moans, fisting his cock lightly to relieve some pent-up arousal while watching his fingers disappear into Jihoon. 

“Soonyoungie hyung… mngh, fuck… so good, my alpha…” Soonyoung feels for Jihoon's prostate inside, pressing with intent rhythmically while stretching out Jihoon. In this state, it doesn't take a lot until Jihoon's legs begin to shake again, a smaller wave of orgasm taking over him. Soonyoung grips his cock at the base, trying to keep himself from getting too close to the edge as much as the way Jihoon's ring of muscle clench and unclench around him as he comes down from his high.

As soon as Soonyoung pulls out from Jihoon, his legs give out and he melts into a puddle of limbs on the bed. It's not even a second until Soonyoung is flipping him over on his back again.

Soonyoung grabbed one of Jihoon's legs with brute force and slung it over his shoulders, lining up his cock into Jihoon's hole before Jihoon even had the chance to complain.

“Jihoon—” Soonyoung moans, throwing his head back,  just as he bottoms out. Fuck. The copious amount of slick just makes it so easy for Soonyoung to slide right in. So warm and soft inside, he could just fuck Jihoon forever.

When he finally looked down at Jihoon, his mate is staring at him with such an intense gaze—all in spite of his red, tear-stained cheeks. “Baby,” he gasps. He lays his body on top of Jihoon, testing the smaller's flexibility as he forces his legs to open wider with one leg over his shoulder, just to lay a kiss over Jihoon's lips.

Jihoon mewls at the new position, as it somehow gets Soonyoung deeper inside of him. His tongue lolls out into the kiss, allowing Soonyoung to suck his tongue into his mouth and do whatever, tasting himself on it. His arms come to clutch at Soonyoung's torso, moaning as Soonyoung drills his cock into him.

“My baby making me feel so good, fuck—how do you still feel so tight?” Soonyoung moans into the crook of Jihoon's neck, letting Jihoon scratch his back as he pleases, the sensation somehow feeling good mixed with the moment's pleasure. He stretched Jihoon with four fingers earlier and yet he still feels Jihoon's tight walls squeezing on his cock, every thrust a dive into ecstasy.

He won't last long at all. He can tell Jihoon is the same with the way his nails claw at Soonyoung's back, mouthing wherever he can reach, Soonyoung's throat, his shoulder. He cradles Jihoon's head—as gently as he can manage in spite of how hard he's thrusting into Jihoon—and directs his mouth where his own bite mark lies.

Jihoon quickly understands, arms tightening around Soonyoung as he sets his sharp teeth on top of the white scar. His moan gets muffled as he comes, and then his teeth are puncturing skin, drawing blood.

“I love you. Love you, Ji…” Soonyoung moans, thrusts getting impossibly deeper but less regular.

The bite might just be what sends him over the edge. The sensation of Jihoon's teeth on him and the in and out of his cock are the only things that matters to him right now. It doesn't take long before he's pulling the omega by his hair, releasing himself from his bite to expose the other's throat. He kisses the scar of the bite mark he first placed on his mate years ago, feeling his cock begin to swell by the base, a bit of resistance forming every time he thrusts in.

Soonyoung forces his cock inside Jihoon when his knot starts to get too big, making Jihoon scream, settling with grinding into Jihoon to completion.

Sharp canines pierce Jihoon's skin as Soonyoung's vision completely whites out, head filled with pleasure and cock knotting his omega. He spurts ribbons and ribbons of come inside Jihoon, his fully inflated knot keeping it all inside right where they should be.

On the back of his mind, he wonders if it will take. Jihoon is on birth control, but everyone knows no birth control is foolproof. With Jihoon on the peak of his fertility on his heat, Soonyoung might just knock him up. His sperm different, or however the saying goes.

Make Jihoonie my wife first, Soonyoung distantly thinks. But oh, the thought of Jihoon getting pregnant right away is pleasing his alpha. His mate, all round out of wedlock. How scandalous would it be.

The first thing he hears when he comes back to his senses after seconds is Jihoon's purring. Or rather, he feels it vibrate from Jihoon's chest against his. His pleased omega, purring and softly petting his hair, letting him hold Jihoon's throat by his teeth, and he's happy about it.

The alpha inside Soonyoung is just as pleased, if not more, that he was able to sate his omega. Jihoon doesn't feel as warm as he did earlier, although Soonyoung wouldn't be too sure about his lucidity.

Soonyoung releases his bite on Jihoon carefully, placating Jihoon when he yelps in pain with soft licks, cleaning the fresh wound from blood. Soon, Jihoon is whimpering again as he tongues with the renewed bite.

Carefully, Soonyoung removes Jihoon's leg from his shoulder, apologizing with a kiss when it shifts his cock inside Jihoon. He slowly shifted their position so that Soonyoung is lying on his back on the bed, propped up on pillows, and Jihoon is comfortably draped over him. This position has always been the most comfortable for the two of them, especially for Jihoon, after knotting.

“Can feel your knot inside, Young…” Jihoon says, mouthing at the bite he gave his alpha. He licks at the wound now, something he hadn't had the chance to do earlier, soothing Soonyoung's alpha.

He's still purring when he starts to grind his hips on Soonyoung's knot. A quick feeling up on Jihoon tells Soonyoung he's hard again so he loosely holds it on his fist, letting Jihoon do all the work as he rolls his hips on Soonyoung's lap. Soonyoung grits his teeth, letting Jihoon ride him despite being overstimulated.

“You like it, don't you? Feeling full of my knot?” Soonyoung's hand goes to touch his belly, lean and sculpted from all the time he spends in the gym, feeling it tense with the effort of grinding his hips. “Could just imagine you full, baby. Would you like that? Being round with my pups?”

“Ngh—please..! Get me pregnant, Young…” Soonyoung growled at his words. If only his knot still isn't fully inflated right now, Soonyoung bets he could've gone again just from Jihoon's explicit words.

“Shit, you know I can't deny you anything, baby.”

It doesn't take a lot for Jihoon's purrs to turn into soft whining, reveling in Soonyoung's words and the way Soonyoung's knot drags on his prostate and at the same time his cock thrusts into Soonyoung's fist every time he moves. He throws his head back, letting Soonyoung's hand wander across his torso, lightly thumbing at Jihoon's nipple.

Soonyoung growls, sitting up so he can put his mouth on Jihoon's chest, adding more bruises to his painting of love marks, biting as he goes.

“Soonyoung—ah, ah!” Jihoon stills and grabs his shoulder, coming into Soonyoung's fist. His cock, spent, can only spill out dribbles of come now, dripping slowly down Soonyoung's fingers and to his abs.

Almost as soon as Jihoon comes, he collapses into Soonyoung's arms, head lolling to his shoulder, finally sated. “Thank you… Good alpha…” He slurs.

It takes almost everything in him not to fuck his knot in even deeper than it already is as Jihoon gets impossibly tighter around him, purring.

Soonyoung slowly lies back down on the bed, Jihoon steadily kept in his arms as he rubs his back up and down. Vaguely, he feels sharp pain shoot up his back when he lies down, probably thanks to Jihoon's nails, cursing himself for thinking it feels somewhat… good. Good to have something in his body that reminds him of what they just did.

The omega's body is lax on top of him, his cheek pressed onto Soonyoung's shoulder, eyes closed. Soon, his purrs halt and his breaths even out, likely falling asleep after draining Soonyoung of all his energy.

Soonyoung smiles to himself. He pushes Jihoon's hair away from his face and plants a kiss on his forehead. His arm went to grab their blanket, draping it over both of them and tightening his hold on his omega. The clean up and kimchi stew can wait for later.

♡

Soonyoung comes back to consciousness when he feels himself slip out of Jihoon's ass, knot finally shrinking back.

He must have dozed off while cuddling. Sating a mate in heat can definitely do that to your stamina, he thinks. He knows he needs as much rest as he can get to keep up with a Jihoon in heat, but god, he is still so turned on right now. Jihoon's scent hangs in the air, sweet but calmer, the scent of a satisfied omega. Something about it makes Soonyoung feel smug and also fucking horny.

He chose between fucking Jihoon again or dinner (and some clean-up). Unfortunately for his dick, his brain won. Speaking from experience, it's never a good idea to spend a heat without eating. He had to learn the hard way that heat slick is not enough sustenance after passing out once before. Not one of his finest moments.

As gentle as he possibly can, he shifts their position to their sides, careful not to wake the sleeping Jihoon just yet. He detaches himself from Jihoon's limbs and drapes the blanket back over Jihoon but not without a glance to the come trickling out of Jihoon's slightly gaping hole. In case Jihoon wakes up without him, Soonyoung took the tiger plushie and scented it, placing it just beside Jihoon.

He grabs all the discarded clothes they tossed around in the heat of the moment earlier (pun intended) except for the shirt Soonyoung was wearing earlier, folding that one and places it at the foot of the bed just in case. The rest, he tosses into the hamper.

Soonyoung grabs a clean pair of sweatpants for himself and a towel, heading to their bathroom to clean himself up. He wanted to shower but he doesn't think he has that much time, opting to just shower with Jihoon later on. Once he's freshened up, he put on his sweatpants and dampened the towel, heading back to their bedroom.

Jihoon is still passed out on the bed once he returns. His hair spread like ink, stark against the light bed sheets, and his cheeks are still red, as it tends to be during his heat. Soonyoung smiles. His mate is really beautiful.

He began to wipe with his face, soft with his touch, as he wipes away the dried tear stains and sweat off. Jihoon protests by tilting his face away, frowning even in his sleep. Then, he's going downwards to where his pale skin is littered with love bites, figuratively and literally. He's even more careful with them, lest the towel irritated raw skin. He switches to the other side of the towel then, finally wiping off dried streaks of slick and come, on his stomach and behind, and between his thighs.

Soonyoung places the blanket back on, leaving the room once again to toss the towel to the bathroom sink. He then goes to the kitchen to tend to the forgotten kimchi stew, transferring it to a proper bowl and reheats it in the microwave. Now he's actually glad he ordered rice as well since he initially wondered if he should cook rice instead. He transfers that to a bowl as well for reheating, not bothering to get two since he'll probably end up hand feeding Jihoon anyway.

He nods to himself once he's done setting the table, and goes back to get Jihoon from the bedroom.

He hopes Jihoon is lucid enough to eat now. He usually gets a few minutes of lucidity after a nap the first round Jihoon gets fucked through his heat, experience tells him that's the best time for eating.

Soonyoung startles when he finds Jihoon sitting on the bed, the tiger plushie on his lap while in the middle of putting his limbs through the holes of the shirt—the one he wore to dance, soaked with his sweat, which Jihoon loves, something about the strong scent on it.

“You're awake, love?” Soonyoung asks, going straight to their wardrobe to grab underwear for Jihoon. It may be efficient to just keep Jihoon naked, but he should probably prevent the omega from leaking slick on every surface.

Wordlessly, Jihoon lets Soonyoung put on the underwear on him, obediently lifting his ass.

“I bought kimchi stew earlier. Let's go eat.” It's more of an order than a suggestion.

Jihoon blinks at him, and then tilts his head to the side. Soonyoung smiled endearingly, immediately understanding. He crowded Jihoon's space, coming in to scent Jihoon. At this point, Jihoon smells almost exactly like Soonyoung so it's an act of assurance rather than possession. It's Soonyoung assuring him that he'll still here. Jihoon is still his.

Obedient as ever, Jihoon stands up from the bed. Soonyoung wrapped one arm around Jihoon's waist, proving himself intuitive when Jihoon's legs waver, buckling. Jihoon leans his weight into Soonyoung then, letting his alpha guide him into the dining table.

Soonyoung sets Jihoon on his thigh in front of the dining table, one hand keeping Jihoon steady with a hold on his waist and the other with chopsticks.

Jihoon still smells ridiculously attractive. Soonyoung manages to feed him and himself bites, making sure to give Jihoon most of the meat pieces in the stew. Meanwhile, Jihoon's scent gets stronger by the minute.

“Good boy,” Soonyoung murmurs when Jihoon accepts the food into his mouth, stuffing his own with rice, conscious of the way Jihoon is staring at him as he chews.

The next time Soonyoung puts the chopsticks to Jihoon's mouth, Jihoon tilts his head away.

“Last bite, please?” Soonyoung requests, trying to channel the puppy eyes at his mate. He watches Jihoon hesitate before reluctantly opening his mouth again. Victory, he thinks to himself. Jihoon's eyes seem to be glazed over as he mechanically chews. My god, he looks adorable.

Soonyoung just took another bite for himself when Jihoon shifted his seat on Soonyoung's lap, legs on the sides of Soonyoung's thighs and most importantly, his ass right above Soonyoung's dick.

The shirt Jihoon is wearing, obviously too big for his size, shifted on his collar when he moved, exposing his nape. Soonyoung's eyes went to his throat then, at the raw mating bite red on his skin, surrounded by bruises.

Fuck, he says mentally for the nth time that day. He's supposed to be the sane and lucid one, goddammit. In his defense, he has the most beautiful omega in the world. He deserves some slack.

Jihoon puts his hands on the table and grinds his ass on Soonyoung's boner. Soonyoung groans, pressing his forehead on Jihoon's nape. He glanced at the bowl to see that they were at least able to eat half of the rice.

It's at least better than nothing. He reached for the bottled water. Jihoon ignores his offer, so Soonyoung holds him by his jaw. “Drink,” he commands. And so Jihoon finally complied.

If Soonyoung wasn't fully hard earlier, he is now. He drank the rest of the water from the bottle once Jihoon had enough, and pushed his chair back from the dining table after setting the bowls to the side of the table as to make a mess later. He shifted Jihoon on his lap so that he's facing Soonyoung and kissed his mouth, hand on Jihoon's neck without force.

“What do you want?” Soonyoung breathed out once they broke apart.

“I feel empty,” Jihoon whined.

“And?” Soonyoung's arms circle around Jihoon's waist, hands grabbing at the firm muscles. His waist seems even smaller like this, wearing such a huge shirt. 

“Won't you fill me up?” Jihoon's voice is small and cracking. Soonyoung tucked the stray strands of Jihoon's hair behind his ears and kissed him again, tasting the sourness of kimchi in his mouth, biting his lips. Soonyoung sighs, moving to his neck to suck at the skin there as the omega whines while his hand gropes Jihoon's smooth, milky thighs.

Huh, he'll have to mark them up later. The light bruises from his grip about an hour ago are hardly enough.

Soonyoung's lips touch Jihoon's ear as he whispers, “Bend over,”

Jihoon obeys.

He presses his upper body on the span of their dining table, thighs together. His cheek is against the light wood, eyes closed, presenting so well for his alpha as a good omega does.

Soonyoung groans as the sight, palming his dick through his sweatpants. Sitting on the dining chair, he leaned forward and pushed up the hem of the shirt as far as it could go, exposing most of Jihoon's back and lower. His ass looks gorgeous framed by his dark underwear too, just the best ass in the world, Soonyoung wholeheartedly believes.

Fucking hell, Jihoon's waist looks so tiny and his ass so fat in this angle. Tilting his head, Soonyoung sucked love bites on the skin just below the fabric of Jihoon's underwear, adding more color beside the bruises from his hold. His hands grasp both of Jihoon's thighs, holding them forcefully as Jihoon moans above him. Once he's satisfied, he moved to the left thigh, this time to leave mark on Jihoon's inner thigh, Soonyoung's nose pressing against Jihoon's covered taint.

Much closer to Jihoon's hole now, Soonyoung's head is filled with Jihoon's scent and nothing else. Soonyoung growls, mouth opening to sink his teeth into the skin there, moving based on pure instincts.

“Young!” Jihoon shouts, flinching from the sudden bite.

As he usually does, Soonyoung licks the blood away once he's done, fingers immediately finding the hem of Jihoon's underwear and pulling it down his ankles.

Soonyoung is just an alpha, so he does the next logical thing when one is presented with such a meal on the dining table. He sucked and bit going up Jihoon's ass, entirely avoiding Jihoon's hole while his other hand groped. Soonyoung went on his feet, leaving marks around Jihoon's lower back while he pushed down his own sweatpants.

“Stop teasing, Young…” The omega complained, kicking.

“Can't I even appreciate my baby?” Soonyoung muttered. He got up until Jihoon's nape, brushing his lips against the skin while his cock rubbed itself wet with Jihoon's slick between his ass. Soonyoung tongued at the mating bite on Jihoon's throat, making Jihoon arch his back.

Soonyoung found Jihoon's hand and intertwined their fingers together, burying his face into Jihoon's neck as he pushed his entire cock in a single go.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Jihoon moaned, delirious with pleasure as Soonyoung immediately started roughly thrusting.

“You smell so good, Ji.” Soonyoung said, inhaling sharply. Jihoon smells sweet and beguiling, even the scent of his sweat makes him the more attractive to the alpha. He smells fertile, Soonyoung distantly realizes. “Do you really want to get knocked up? You smell just like you do.”

“Yes, yes—ngh!” Jihoon chants in between his moans, hand squeezing Soonyoung's tight. “Want you to—ahh—knock me up!”

Soonyoung growls and thrusts harder, peeling his torso away from Jihoon's, standing. Of course, Jihoon always smelled fertile during his heats. But there's something different this time. Something more certain. Like it's actually possible this time, slipping past through the lines of Jihoon's birth control.

“Fuck. Then I'll give you just that, baby.”

The omega shrieked when a slap rang. Soonyoung watched the redness on Jihoon's ass spread in the shape of his palm, satisfied. He does it again, just to feel Jihoon squeeze around his cock as he slaps. Then again, just because he felt like it.

Moving to stand up from where he's pressed against the table, Jihoon protested, “Young, it hurts…!”

He's barely up from the table when a hand on his nape halt his movement, slamming him back down. Soonyoung holds him down like that, high with the thrill of keeping his omega as he pleases, being in control, all without his hips stuttering as he pushed in again and again.

“You stay where I want you if you know what's good for you.” Soonyoung says lowly. He slaps Jihoon's ass again, just to prove a point.

Jihoon moans, tears streaking his face as his eyes close and his hand squeezes Soonyoung's. That was all the warning Soonyoung got before he feels the muscles of Jihoon's hole pulse around him, coming onto the floor.

“That's my good boy,” Soonyoung slows his thrusts as he let his mate ride it out, grinding. He lightens his hold on Jihoon's nape in favor of lightly dragging his fingers back and forth on Jihoon's scent gland affectionately. The action made Jihoon flinch, mewling high, leaning into the touch.

Once Jihoon stops shaking underneath, Soonyoung presses his lips against Jihoon's cheek as he pulls out. Right away, Jihoon lets out a sound of protest. “No… stay, please…”

“Baby,” Soonyoung pulls up Jihoon from the table, deftly picking up his weight into a bridal style carry in a single movement. “I'm not knotting you here.”

As soon as Soonyoung puts Jihoon down on the bed, Jihoon is on fours moving towards Soonyoung, kicking away his underwear. The alpha has just put his knee on the mattress and Jihoon's mouth is already on him. Jihoon pressed open-mouthed kisses on the the skin of Soonyoung's abdomen, dragging his tongue along the ridges of his muscles as he leaves his marks. He makes his way down, until his hand is holding Soonyoung's cock as he kisses along the length, tasting himself.

Indulging him, Soonyoung brushes away Jihoon's fringe and bundles his hair on his fist to keep it away from his face. He's gotten a bit used to Jihoon's longer hair. Jihoon is pretty no matter how he does his hair but he's not gonna lie… he's enjoying holding Jihoon bg the pony tail like this while the omega gives him head.

Jihoon wrapped his lips around the head and almost as soon as he moved his tongue on the underside, Soonyoung's bucking his hips forward. His hand on Jihoon's hair holding him steady as Soonyoung started to fuck his mouth.

“Should I knot your mouth instead?”

Jihoon whined at Soonyoung's words, nails digging into Soonyoung's thighs. Whether to pull or push him away, Soonyoung doesn't tbink it matters much.

“Hm? Do you want that?” Soonyoung tugged at Jihoon's hair to pull him closer, burying his cock into Jihoon's mouth so deep he feels his nose press against hair. Jihoon chokes, struggling to maintain his breathing around Soonyoung. He looks cute like this, inhaling unsteadily while he tries to stay right where he is. “We haven't tried that yet, have we?”

His Jihoon would probably be lovely on his lap like that. Soonyoung imagines him stuck warming his cock with his mouth, being all docile. Soonyoung grinds, moaning at how hot and tight Jihoon's throat is. But that's not what Soonyoung wants today.

Soonyoung tugs him off to let him reply.

Jihoon's voice is hoarse when he speaks. “But I can't get pregnant like that?”

The alpha's eyes widened. When did he learn to talk like that? What the fuck. What the fuck?

With a rough drag, Soonyoung filled Jihoon's filthy mouth with his cock, burying himself to the hilt in a single go. Jihoon chokes, muscles spasming around him. Soonyoung ignores him, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he thrusts into that heat, letting Jihoon's nails rake into his skin.

“Do you want to get knocked up that bad?” Soonyoung rasps, looking back down to find that Jihoon's eyes are looking up at him, glassy with unshed tears.

Feeling himself threading towards the egde, Soonyoung tugged Jihoon's hair. Jihoon gasped for air as soon as Soonyoung pulled him away from his cock, his pupils dilated as he made eye contact. Soonyoung closed the distance between them, messily licking into Jihoon's mouth, spreading spit even more all over the bottom half of his face as he pushed his sweatpants off.

Soonyoung pushed him down on his back on the bed as he kissed him, cocks sliding against each other as he slot himself between Jihoon's legs.

Reaching down between their bodies, Jihoon guided Soonyoung's cock with a shaking hand to his hole, still stretched and so wet. Obligingly, Soonyoung slipped his cock in smoothly, both of them moaning as they're right where they belong again.

It's not long before Soonyoung's thrusts begin to stutter, jerking with force as he feel himself near his edge again.

When he comes, he buries himself as deep as he can get, fingers groping Jihoon's ass closer as if it will get him deeper inside. His knot pops inside as he spills into Jihoon, still coming plenty after their first. Jihoon cries in pleasure, hand petting Soonyoung's hair as he groans into Jihoon's neck next to the mating bite.

Soonyoung gives Jihoon's scent gland a kiss as he slips his hand between them to jerk Jihoon off to finish, letting the omega's scent embrace him as it erupts with Jihoon coming into his fist. His cock barely spurts out a few drops now, well spent.

The pair stay in that position for several seconds, catching their breaths. Once Soonyoung came to, he took a peek at the omega to find him already dozing. Chuckling, he pressed a kiss on Jihoon's forehead as a declaration of love, and another as an apology for having to move both of them.

Moving positions after knotting is always a struggle, but Soonyoung gets it done. He slowly moved Jihoon's leg so that Soonyoung could shift to his side, spooning Jihoon with his front against Jihoon's back. He put his arm under Jihoon's head and his other around his waist, cuddling him close as Soonyoung's knot kept him inside. Absent-mindedly, his hand goes a bit lower, just above the omega's womb, his thumb rubbing slow circles.

A glance to the clock told Soonyoung it's not even eleven p.m. yet, but his eyes feel heavy. Coming back to consciousness, he feels his mate holding the hand on his belly.

“Love you, Young.”

Soonyoung hugged Jihoon tighter, his lips meeting the skin on Jihoon's nape. 

“I love you, too.”

♡

Soonyoung wakes up several more times through the night. One of which is when Jihoon is grinding his ass back on his crotch in his sleep. Soonyoung, easily influenced, feels his dick harden at the stimulation. He has since slipped out through their sleep, knot deflated.

Taking his cock in his hand, he slipped back inside, resulting in both of them moaning simultaneously, coming more awake by the second. Soonyoung kissed Jihoon's shoulder, growling. His thrusts were easy with Jihoon constantly leaking. With a hand stroking the omega's cock, he fucked him again and again, until they're both coming.

The alpha made love to him over and over that night, taking him in various positions. Soonyoung took Jihoon from the top, from below as Jihoon rode him, against the shower walls when they finally had the strength to clean up, on the counters after an attempt to have a meal, on the bathroom sink to persuade Jihoon to brush his teeth, and even on the bedroom floors once they deemed the sheets too disgusting to lie on.

In every single one of them, Soonyoung kissed Jihoon like he was the one who held the world Soonyoung stands on.

♡

“Young,”

Soonyoung is deep in sleep, lying on his front. He's sandwiched between two blankets, using one to cover the soiled bed sheets they didn't have the energy to replace that night, and another as a proper blanket.

Jihoon ran his fingers through Soonyoung's hair, bending to place a kiss on his forehead. “Soonyoung,” he tries again.

The older's lashes fluttered against his cheeks before his eyes opened.

“Good morning, Soonyoung.” Jihoon greeted, voice dulcet. Just the best thing to hear first when you wake. “Although it's already three in the afternoon.”

There are two things that came to Soonyoung as he woke up: one is that Jihoon, his omega, his mate, looks absolutely divine the morning after his heat. He looks radiant, hair as fluffy as ever, cheeks pink, and a smile playing in his red lips. Jihoon is beautiful. He seemed to have showered already, his hair a little damp and in fresh clothes, one of his cotton shorts and an oversized shirt that Soonyoung thinks might have been his a long time ago.

The second is that his whole body hurts and he's probably dehydrated.

“Gmhningh,” Soonyoung gurgles. He hopes Jihoon automatically translates it as a good morning. He's not really in the best position to talk right now. He also can't feel his dick.

Jihoon giggles.

The most beautiful sound in the world, Soonyoung distantly thinks before his eyes close again, surrendering to sleep.

“You have to get up!” Jihoon scolds lightly, pulling on Soonyoung's arm. “I cooked breakfast for us. Or, well, late lunch.”

Soonyoung opens his eyes again, interested.  His stomach growls in such comedic timing, sending both of them into a fit of giggles. Soonyoung wiggles closer to Jihoon, circling his arms around his waist and resting his head on his lap.

“Just five more minutes,” Soonyoung murmurs against Jihoon's thigh. Jihoon always smells good. He smells faintly of the body wash they share, but above that he smells like floral vanilla. He smells so pleasant now, letting his alpha know just how satisfied and happy he is.

“Get up now, Kwon Soonyoung!” Jihoon says, but his voice still contains laughter and his fingers massage Soonyoung's scalp, lulling him to sleep. “The food's gonna get cold.”

Well, he can't waste his beautiful mate's efforts like that. Slowly, Soonyoung sat up from his position on Jihoon's lap, groaning. Every muscle in his body is protesting against it, aching. He definitely needs painkillers later.

“My body hurts, Jihoonie. How come you look fine?” Soonyoung complains, but it's always been the same way with Jihoon, even when it's Soonyoung in rut, Jihoon's mostly fine after. He bets it has something to do with how muscular his mate is. Jihoon may let Soonyoung toss him around during sex, but they both know he can deadlift Soonyoung if he really wants to.

Jihoon shrugged. “I feel better than ever.”

And it shows. Jihoon is just glowing right now. Soonyoung's eyes slip to throat, exposed to the open with his hair tied behind him.

Christ, Jihoon looks like he got mauled.

The mating bite, fresh from the night before, is still so red, although it seems to be healing quite well. It's not just that though, his neck and probably past his collar is littered with bruises, a mix of purple and red all over, stark contrast against his pale skin. And when Soonyoung's eyes dropped to his thighs, a small hint of a bruise is present just where the hem of his shorts slipped up his thighs.

Soonyoung swallowed. 

“What?”

“What do you think about morning sex?”

Jihoon laughed, full-bellied, grabbing a pillow and throwing it right into Soonyoung's face. It's contagious, bringing a smile to Soonyoung even if he wasn't really joking about it.

“It's three! In the afternoon!” Jihoon repeats, still laughing, removing himself from the bed out into the door, gesturing for Soonyoung to follow. “Let's just eat, come on!”

Soonyoung pouts but follows, not without noticing the slight limp to Jihoon's walk, grabbing sweatpants from the floor. He pauses, though, when he catches himself in the mirror.

Talk about getting mauled. He chuckled to himself, he's no better than the state Jihoon is in. He has an identical bite mark above his scent gland, and there's a myriad of bruises and bite marks alike across his torso. Turning around, his back and arms aren't any better. He even has a bite mark right on the swell of his bicep. When did that even happen? Not to mention the scratches, angry red, all over his back, arms, and… thighs?

Soonyoung shook his head, smiling to himself while putting on the sweatpants. He doesn't know if he's insane, or simply insane for Jihoon specifically, but god, why does he like it so much? Why does it turn him on? 

Sighing to himself, Soonyoung made way to follow Jihoon into the dining area where Jihoon is setting the table.

“Jihoonie! Did you turn into a kitty last night!?” Soonyoung whined, arms finding Jihoon's waist to hug him from the back.

“What kitty,” Jihoon deadpanned. Soonyoung just giggled to the crook of his neck in reply, hugging him tighter. “Let me go, I'm gonna get the food from the stove.”

“I'll come with you.” Soonyoung waddled to the direction of the kitchen, dragging Jihoon with him as he clung his whole body to the smaller one like a velcro, making him groan. “What if our baby is this clingy? Would you be okay with that?”

Jihoon paused in front of the stove. “Then I better get some practice.”

The alpha smiled, inhaling the soft and happy scent from Jihoon. His hand slipped under Jihoon's oversized shirt, sprawling against the skin of his sculpted belly.

“Are you serious about starting a family?”

Tentatively, a hand took its place above Soonyoung's outside of Jihoon's shirt.

“Well, I've been thinking about it.” Jihoon's other hand went to reach for Soonyoung's head, scratching his scalp. “What do you think?”

“Of course, I want it.”

Soonyoung sighed dreamily. He's imagining a bedroom that he and Jihoon will spend months decorating with colorful wallpapers and picking out cribs and baby seats. He's imagining a future where the house is cluttered with toys and never quiet.

And he wants it. He closes his eyes and momentarily sees Jihoon cooing at the bundle in his arms, and he thinks he'll do everything in his power to protect that image.

“But only if that's what you want.” Soonyoung added.

“Idiot.” Jihoon turned his head, glancing at Soonyoung's lips. Intuitive as ever, Soonyoung quickly dipped down to drop a kiss. “It is what I want.”

“Then it's all up to you.” Soonyoung pressed another kiss on Jihoon's forehead, firm and lingering.

“So can you let go now? I don't want to drop the pot.”

Soonyoung laughed, letting go and following Jihoon back to the dining table. Briefly, he imagines the same dining table with a high chair, messy with spilled soft food. He feels butterflies inside his chest, fluttering wild.

The ring hidden inside the corner of their cupboards—just behind the huge pots Soonyoung said they need but never did use—will probably make its existence known to Jihoon very, very soon.