distilled unwavering: 6/39
Title: Stardust shines on you (love is being madly together)
Summary: A lot can happen in the time they have left here in high school. (a/b/o au; krisho)
word count: 4,084 words
a/n: Title from Clazziquai Project’s ‘Madly’. pwp 3. And I super seriously promise you we will address any themes concerning manipulation, okay? Like, just hang in there with me and I promise we’ll talk about that.
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Truly, the word to keep in mind here is ridiculous.
Because their first time is a joke. Or maybe that’s not the right word - accident is much more fitting, after all. It is a culmination of irony and ridiculousness and is just - so very them.
God.
Yifan’s hormones may be constantly off schedule, but it’s not like the rest of his peers never have unpredictable heats. They’re all teenagers with too many hormones and weird spontaneous body changes that don’t make any sense. They’re all suffering when you get right down to it, a bunch of unwilling slaves to their hormones with little to no ways to deal with it. (Yifan can’t wait to be out of this stage of heat development, geez.)
So, as unsuspecting and undramatic as it all is, the day they have heat sex isn’t some special occasion or significant day. All that happens is Yifan walks over to Junmyeon’s place after school one day, because Junmyeon hadn’t come to school and, when asked via text if he was okay, had sent Yifan back a simple: yeah just feeling under the weather. see you tomorrow.
Yifan is completely unsuspecting, completely doesn’t expect to burst into the room armed with Junmyeon’s homework and hot and sour soup from the corner diner to find Junmyeon suffering not from a cold but instead an early heat. He is just trying to be a good boyfriend, and it’s totally backfiring on him.
Junmyeon takes it pretty well and in stride, though his eyes aren’t focusing all that well. He just casually says with a very unsteady voice, “Hi.”
Yifan very carefully puts the soup and homework down on Junmyeon’s desk. “Okay, so maybe…” Yifan says slowly as Junmyeon looks at him with this glazed over look, clearly so far gone for so long that embarrassment at how he’s sweaty and hard (and eking some of the most enticing pheromones Yifan’s ever smelled by the bucketloads) is nowhere to be found. “Maybe when you were texting us, you should have mentioned it was your heat making you miss school.”
Junmyeon’s voice is hoarse and strained as he laughs from amidst his tangled sheets. His musk hangs heavy in the air and it’s messing with Yifan’s head. “Maybe,” he agrees, managing to sound pretty nonchalant for someone who has probably nearly been driven to tears in the past however many hours from being so out their mind with arousal. “I honestly didn’t realize that’s what it was at first, though. It’s - early.”
Which Yifan can definitely relate to. He nods sympathetically, but his mind and heart are both racing and his palms are sweating. Yifan takes a very long look at Junmyeon, knows what the smart thing to do would be, and then very purposely doesn’t do it.
“Hey,” he whispers while climbing into the bed. “So I can help you with this? If you want.” Return the favor for all the times Yifan's been begging for it and Junmyeon's given him small reprieve.
Junmyeon blinks up at Yifan hovering over him, suddenly so close, before his eyes widen in shock. “Yifan - ”
Yifan is really playing a dangerous game here - but there is just something about how Junmyeon’s half out of his mind with heat that’s drawing Yifan to him, that’s got Yifan feeling bold in a way he really really shouldn’t, probably.
He leans in and carefully kisses Junmyeon. “I’m just saying that I want to. That we could, if you want. If you don’t, I’ll understand - ”
Junmyeon groans, so low and guttural that Yifan tingles with the beginnings of arousal. “Of course I want to, too. I always - ” Junmyeon shudders and cuts himself off, before weakly starting anew. “But should we? I - god, Yifan I can imagine it. So easily.”
Yifan strategically positions himself so Junmyeon’s leg slips between his own, and then drags himself painfully slow along the length of Junmyeon’s thigh. He’s not doing this right, something in the back of his mind tells him, but Yifan’s having a hard time listening to that. “Seriously, if you don’t want to, I’ll stop. Do you want me to leave…?”
Junmyeon is looking up at him, expression twisted into something pained and confused, like he’s torn and warring with himself.
Yifan knows better, he keeps telling himself. Seriously, this isn’t a difficult thing to figure out, and he knows how easy it is to get swept up in your heat and beg for something you have no business having. “I should leave,” Yifan finally says, voice much more steadfast than his emotions really are. He needs to go, before this gets anymore tangled and messy and out of control.
But as he makes a move to get up, Junmyeon places a firm but gentle hand at the small of his back. It is the suggestion that he could force Yifan to stop and just hold him in place that makes Yifan freeze and stay where he is - even though he knows full well that Junmyeon would never force him to do anything he didn’t already verbally ask for. But that’s part of it: that Yifan gets to surrender control, loves to do that with Junmyeon.
“I really,” Junmyeon says with calm, quiet seriousness. “Want to fuck you, honestly.”
If Yifan’s going to be the levelheaded one here, this is maybe his last chance. But…
But if they both are wanting and willing, what’s the point in trying to stay away from each other? He can’t think of any reason to stop themselves, not when Junmyeon is saying yes and sounding so sure of himself - and when Yifan’s offering himself up in the first place.
“Okay.” Yifan’s voice is quiet and small and he already feels like he’s falling apart. He’s already a little damp, already a little aching for Junmyeon.
Yifan nearly falls out of the bed, trying to get all his clothes off, while Junmyeon struggles to sit up and peel off his sleep shirt and boxers. Yifan rolls away a little to give Junmyeon room to move, focusing himself on palming at his wetness through his boxer briefs. To be honest he’s trying to speed prep himself; if Junmyeon thinks Yifan doesn’t want this as bad as he does, thinks Yifan is hesitating and isn’t ready, he might put a stop to this. He’s good at being authoritative, and in turn Yifan is good at letting that control wash over him.
Junmyeon watches Yifan, expression both appreciative and observant. It almost feels like Junmyeon’s less a wretched mess during his heats than Yifan is, except Yifan can see the way he’s pupils are blown open. Can see the way his whole body is shivering with want and anticipation, and can smell the way his body is reacting to Yifan’s omega-ness. He’s a mess too, but just in different and quieter ways.
“Come on,” Yifan says enticingly as he can, slipping his underwear off and swiping a teasing finger through his cunt, letting Junmyeon see how it comes away glistening with wetness. “…Please?”
“Of course,” Junmyeon says, hands already reaching for Yifan. “You come on.”
Junmyeon should be easy enough to coax inside though, Yifan thinks as he swings a leg over Junmyeon’s hip and hovers, long fingers pumping in and out of himself. “Give me a second,” Yifan tells him, even as Junmyeon carefully takes Yifan’s phallus in between gentle fingers and strokes it. Yifan grunts, and the extra stimulus along with Junmyeon’s alpha scents enveloping him has his cunt remarkably easy to work open.
“Wait, condom,” Junmyeon pants out as Yifan finally lines them up. “We’re being irresponsible but at the very least we should - ”
Yifan lets the tip touch to his wet folds and gulps at the sensation. It’s going to be his first time with a dick inside, and he’s eager. “You’ll just break it with your knot. You don’t have heat condoms do you?” The thought that Junmyeon has condoms at all has warmth running through Yifan’s veins. He’s thought about normal sex with Yifan enough to have prepared for it, which is as reassuring as it is hot. Too bad they’re jumping the gun and skipping straight to heat sex.
Junmyeon looks appropriately abashed. “No…”
Yifan forces himself to evenly breathe in and out, trying to ground himself, and whispers, “Well, then let’s go.”
Junmyeon’s eyes spark with something fierce and assertive, and then he is pushing up into Yifan. The initial breach has Yifan gasping in surprise, as his cunt adjusts around Junmyeon’s cock.
Junmyeon feels like heaven inside him. The fact that he’s in heat is jumpstarting all sorts of things inside Yifan. It’s not heat, but it’s getting him high and heady on Junmyeon’s pheromones, making it so he can keep up. It sort of is like a shadow of heat, new wetness coming out of nowhere and every one of his nerves on fire.
Junmyeon groans as he sinks deeper into Yifan’s cunt, and Yifan gasps again in response. “You’re dribbling on me,” Junmyeon whispers. “God.”
And Yifan’s thighs are trembling, his wetness dripping slowly and sloppily down his thighs, down the length of Junmyeon’s cock. It’s so hot inside him, and Yifan jerks his hips back with a snap, his balls slapping gently against the front of Junmyeon’s cock.
Junmyeon groans again. “I shouldn’t be doing this. We really shouldn’t be doing this.”
“You’re inside me already,” Yifan points out, squeezing around the girth of Junmyeon’s dick. “I - I think you’re already swelling up - you haven’t even come yet - ”
“I’m in, like, my seventh hour of this,” Junmyeon says breathlessly. “Trust me, I’ve already come plenty of times, especially thinking about you.”
Yifan laughs, or at least tries before the sound catches in his throat. It’s so weird to be on this side of the heat. Yeah, they are actually heat fucking right now (oh god), but Yifan has kept more sense of self, more common sense and self-control than Junmyeon. He doesn’t feel like he’s hearing everything out of his mind, like there’s this horrible but addicting feeling persisting where it’s like he’s being boiled out of his skin. Doesn’t feel like how distracted and unfocused and desperate he is is a huge, bad thing. An annoying thing, on Junmyeon’s part, to have to deal with. On this side of heat, there’s nothing but affection and desire to take care of Junmyeon, Junmyeon who is trying so hard to stay careful and in control but just literally can’t.
But still…
“If you still really want or need to stop we can - we will,” Yifan says urgently, no matter how much he feels like he’ll want to die if they do stop. He’s felt that particular urge before in worse exaggeration, having been on heat and demanding these things before. He can be a good boyfriend. He can be a good support system even when he’s enabled the worse impulses of Junmyeon’s heat because he has no self-control of his own, apparently - even on good days.
Junmyeon laughs, and it turns into a gurgling almost crying sound. “I want it so bad, Yifan,” he manages to get out. “I want to keep going.”
Which, again, Junmyeon is already in him swollen up with knot number one: this first time isn’t really up for discussion anymore. This is so wrong though, Yifan realizes vaguely. They’re both not in a good place to be affirming consent or anything, not when Yifan sort of knows he’s fallen just short of manipulating his way here and Junmyeon is going to crave and need more than he’s going to be thinking about the long term implications of what they’re doing. And Yifan - he’s. Right now he’s really far gone but he should be. Just. Doing better. Junmyeon does this all the time, with him, when the tables are turned. Makes himself think straight, act right, removes himself when things get too hard to handle. Yifan should do that. Yifan can do that.
“I’m yours,” Yifan murmurs instead, grinding down into the pain of being stretched - and Junmyeon groans. “Claim me.”
He just. Wants. And there’s something about it, about how he’s power playing here to get what he’s been wanting for so long and just so bad, and how somehow it’s all leaving him with less control in a weird twisted way. Somehow it’s all reinforcing in his head how much Junmyeon owns him.
But, Yifan realizes fully now, this still isn’t totally okay. What they’re doing and how they decided on it isn’t really…totally okay. “I’m sorry, I - shit, after this if you want to - if. I’m sorry, you totally aren’t coherent enough to say no, are you? I never am, during heat, I’m sorry - ”
And maybe it is because Junmyeon’s better at this whole communicating thing, maybe it’s because he’s in his ‘seventh hour’ or whatever of heat and is more lucid than Yifan’s been giving him credit for, but he lifts himself up from under Yifan’s body using his elbows and presses a messy but deliberate kiss to Yifan’s mouth. Yifan is the one to introduce teeth, bites at Junmyeon’s lips because it’s too gentle and sweet by heat standards and it’s all not fair, that Yifan’s always so far gone and Junmyeon always seems to be in control.
“It’s fine, I’m fine, promise,” Junmyeon murmurs with a mostly wrecked voice, but his hands are still moving comfortingly along Yifan’s hips, up his lower back. “Didn’t I tell you before I’ve got you? I’ll always have you.”
Their bodies are so close that Yifan’s balls are being cradled in the curve of Junmyeon’s belly. The warmth of Junmyeon underneath Yifan is somehow enveloping all of him, is comforting, even as Yifan starts straining for breath as the knot really sets in. “You don’t have to promise that,” Yifan chokes out, legs tightening in their straddling of Junmyeon’s hips. “To always be put together or whatever. I’ve got you too.”
Junmyeon laughs and drops back down onto the mattress. “I know Yifan. I…god…” He’s still expanding, buried deep inside.
Heat knot is not like the knots Junmyeon endures from masturbation. And just like Yifan has never had any kind of knot inside him before, Junmyeon’s never knotted in someone before. The pressure of Yifan’s cunt slicked around his cock must be as mind-blowingly new for him as this whole thing is for Yifan.
Geez, seriously, it’s stretching him so wide. “God god god,” he suddenly becomes aware he’s whispering near-violently. His cunt is being stretched wide open and - and - and if Junmyeon could just come and fill him up more Yifan feels like he could die happy right then and there.
“Mine,” Junmyeon whispers fervently, a rare rare occasion because while Yifan doesn’t really believe all that much in the supposed alpha-beta-omega roles their society had once enforced much more strictly, Junmyeon makes him look like a slacker in how much he usually openly defies those schools of thought at every chance he gets. Right now though, he’s clawing at the skin of Yifan’s hips, clinging to him so tightly, keeping the squirming Yifan held in one place on the knot. “Fuck, Yifan.”
He’s so swollen in Yifan and Yifan grinds down on it, choking a little - crying a little. It’s big and large and deep - and the width of it. That’s what’s important to Yifan, because it’s spearing him wide open. It’s also reaching deep in Yifan and pressing up into a spot in him that’s been crying for attention for ages. It’s making all the little instincts that have been crying and asking for so much every heat to shut the hell up for once, instead now an in-unison cacophony of yes, fuck yes.
“Get it,” Yifan pants out. “Get it deeper - wider. Junmyeon, come on - ”
Junmyeon snaps his hips up a little and groans. “It hurts, almost, how swollen I feel. I want to fuck you so hard and so thoroughly, but I hurt.” And he comes with those words, come trapped in Yifan with Junmyeon’s dick swelled too wide and yet fitting perfectly in Yifan’s stretched out cunt.
Yifan groans and reaches between them to palm his phallus. “Jesus.”
“I’m sorry,” Junmyeon whispers. “But a little bit more. I - just, I still need to fuck you more.” His cock is swelling back down, only barely but enough for Junmyeon to wriggle a little loose. The circular motion has Yifan seizing up around Junmyeon, and gushing out both his own orgasm and some of Junmyeon’s residual come with tiny audible wet sounds.
With Junmyeon less swelled but still curved and hard and hot inside Yifan, there’s no way they’re done. “I’m sorry,” Junmyeon is muttering, one hand sliding up Yifan’s stomach. Yifan’s eyes flutter close as it brushes over his nipple and then keeps going, until Junmyeon’s cupping the back of his neck. His fingers rub gently at the ridges of his spine, easy to find with how Yifan has his head dipped down as he breathes slowly, trying to regain his senses through how good he feels.
“For what?” Yifan asks as incredulously as he can manage, more preoccupied with grinding himself down on Junmyeon’s cock.
Junmyeon gasp-groans and performs a series of rapid-fire thrusts, pounding so hard and so fast that Yifan gags, before Junmyeon catches himself and stops. The effort makes his whole body tremble underneath Yifan. “Lack of foreplay,” he offers quietly. “And intimacy, love, all that.”
Yifan rolls his eyes, “That’s not - be quiet. I love this.”
Yifan starts moving first, as Junmyeon shuts his eyes and huffs out through his heat. Soon enough, though, Yifan bouncing enthusiastically on Junmyeon isn’t enough, and Junmyeon’s hips start arching up to meet him halfway. The noise of flesh slapping together is obscene; the rhythmic creaking of the bed is almost just as sordid.
Yifan’s clit-phallus is bouncing between them, and every time Junmyeon pushes up and in Yifan can’t help but make small yelping moans in time with his thrusts.
“You’re so wet,” Junmyeon is groaning out, fingers curling on Yifan’s thighs. There will be bruises there tomorrow, and all Yifan can manage to do is moan out his rhythmic ah-ah-ahs. “You’re so - god, Yifan, you’re so good to me.”
*I’m* good to *you*? He wants to ask, say incredulously, clenching around Junmyeon’s cock - but Junmyeon’s coming and then swelling back to full size almost simultaneously this time, and Yifan is immediately preoccupied by how he’s being impaled on Junmyeon’s dick. Junmyeon is still thrusting up into him, shallow thrusts that are accompanied by a gross wet sound that has Yifan more turned on than before. “Come on you,” Yifan finds himself saying instead, as Junmyeon groans and whimpers as the swelling somehow gets worse. “Come on. Hold me in place. We’ll get through it.”
The burn and stretch this time…at least it’s familiar. Yifan’s thighs are shaky from the prolonged time spent holding himself upright above Junmyeon, knees digging into Junmyeon’s mattress, and that’s a good distraction to focus on. Junmyeon’s grip is iron-tight and desperate on his thighs while keeping Yifan angled just the way Junmyeon wants him, and his face is scrunched up in pain. It should maybe be unattractive, but it instead makes Yifan struggle to lean down and press a chaste kiss to Junmyeon’s forehead.
The knot is wide and uncomfortable now, but it’s a kind of pain that Yifan sort of likes. At any rate, there’s something about the way Junmyeon needs for it to be taken care of, needs Yifan, that makes this all somehow bigger than him and his immediate comfort. There’s something about the way Junmyeon whines underneath him, as Yifan can’t move in the slightest because the knot is done expanding and they just have to ride it out, that makes Yifan’s cunt looser, wider, wetter somehow.
When Junmyeon’s initial pain is done and their being locked together has passed into swelling down, Yifan reaches between them to palm his phallus and balls all in one hand. He’s leaking into Junmyeon’s lap and not sated yet so he’s bouncing a little too, dragging himself as much up and down on Junmyeon as he can managed while still mostly knotted together.
“God,” Junmyeon groans, fucked out and in awe as Yifan locks eyes with him and bounces himself. The mattress squeaks its protests, and Yifan abandons stroking himself to use both hands to support himself on the bed as he leans forward and puts as much power into his movement as he can.
“Don’t move,” Yifan moans out. “I want to - I - if I can just - ” He dissolves into incoherency, but Junmyeon somehow gets it, just turns his head slightly to leave little butterfly kisses along the inside of Yifan’s wrist. Leveraging himself, Yifan grinds in little circles as he lifts himself up and then drops his entire weight down onto Junmyeon. Rinse and repeat: Junmyeon’s already come and he’s not getting harder, but he looks out of his mind with what Yifan’s doing.
“You’re being absolutely amazing right now,” Junmyeon says hoarsely, reaching up and grabbing Yifan by the back of the head to pull him down into a rough, sloppy kiss.
After a few shaky minutes, Yifan finally comes, shuddering so hard that Junmyeon’s now shrunken, soft dick slips out of him with a wet pop.
Yifan just barely manages to collapse in the space next to Junmyeon, rather than on top of him. There is a minute of silence, where he tries to catch his breath and gather his thoughts.
The silence lingers for some time after Yifan can think straight. Beside him Junmyeon is still in heat, of course, scent less pervasive but gradually building back up already. It’s a heavy reminder that they are indeed teenagers, their bodies stupid and illogical in how long it drags out their arousal.
“Should I leave?” Yifan asks in a tiny voice. Those two orgasms maybe have helped for now because Junmyeon is so late into his heat, but his body will rebound in no time, the heat made longer by coming. And Yifan doesn’t know if he should be here for that, tempting Junmyeon further.
“Yeah, maybe in a moment,” Junmyeon whispers to him. “I - Yifan when my heat passes, we have to talk about this.”
Yifan feels his heart stutter with something he doesn’t want to think about. Instead he leans in and presses soft kisses to folds above Junmyeon’s eyes. “Yeah, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have - I should have left and - yes. Yes, we’ll talk about this. Geez, I have to - ugh, I could get pregnant, huh? God, sorry.”
Junmyeon looks at Yifan with so much fondness in his eyes, even as there’s a slight spark of arousal in them as well as his hormones start to bounce back from their momentary lull. “I don’t regret it, okay?” He takes Yifan’s hands into his own. “Seriously, I just…wish we had planned that better. It’s a big step. We shouldn’t have rushed it. But it’s done and it was…geez, Yifan you’re amazing, okay?”
Yifan nods emphatically and leans in for one more kiss to Junmyeon’s pliant lips. “I don’t regret it either. You - Junmyeon, you’re the amazing one, okay?” It’s cheesy and ridiculous, especially when Junmyeon’s heat is still rearing its ugly head, but Yifan thinks this moment is one that’ll stay with him for a long time.
“Hang in there,” Yifan whispers encouragingly, after throwing his clothes back on haphazardly, as he tip toes out the room to give Junmyeon some space. “Text me if you need anything.”
And though Yifan has to figure out how he’s going to get a hold of the appropriate emergency contraception and how to hide this from his mom and, god, contemplate what this new thing means for their relationship…
Well, despite all that, the dazed grin and shaky thumbs up Junmyeon gives him in return makes it all worth it.
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Summary: A lot can happen in the time they have left here in high school. (a/b/o au; krisho)
word count: 4,084 words
a/n: Title from Clazziquai Project’s ‘Madly’. pwp 3. And I super seriously promise you we will address any themes concerning manipulation, okay? Like, just hang in there with me and I promise we’ll talk about that.
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Truly, the word to keep in mind here is ridiculous.
Because their first time is a joke. Or maybe that’s not the right word - accident is much more fitting, after all. It is a culmination of irony and ridiculousness and is just - so very them.
God.
Yifan’s hormones may be constantly off schedule, but it’s not like the rest of his peers never have unpredictable heats. They’re all teenagers with too many hormones and weird spontaneous body changes that don’t make any sense. They’re all suffering when you get right down to it, a bunch of unwilling slaves to their hormones with little to no ways to deal with it. (Yifan can’t wait to be out of this stage of heat development, geez.)
So, as unsuspecting and undramatic as it all is, the day they have heat sex isn’t some special occasion or significant day. All that happens is Yifan walks over to Junmyeon’s place after school one day, because Junmyeon hadn’t come to school and, when asked via text if he was okay, had sent Yifan back a simple: yeah just feeling under the weather. see you tomorrow.
Yifan is completely unsuspecting, completely doesn’t expect to burst into the room armed with Junmyeon’s homework and hot and sour soup from the corner diner to find Junmyeon suffering not from a cold but instead an early heat. He is just trying to be a good boyfriend, and it’s totally backfiring on him.
Junmyeon takes it pretty well and in stride, though his eyes aren’t focusing all that well. He just casually says with a very unsteady voice, “Hi.”
Yifan very carefully puts the soup and homework down on Junmyeon’s desk. “Okay, so maybe…” Yifan says slowly as Junmyeon looks at him with this glazed over look, clearly so far gone for so long that embarrassment at how he’s sweaty and hard (and eking some of the most enticing pheromones Yifan’s ever smelled by the bucketloads) is nowhere to be found. “Maybe when you were texting us, you should have mentioned it was your heat making you miss school.”
Junmyeon’s voice is hoarse and strained as he laughs from amidst his tangled sheets. His musk hangs heavy in the air and it’s messing with Yifan’s head. “Maybe,” he agrees, managing to sound pretty nonchalant for someone who has probably nearly been driven to tears in the past however many hours from being so out their mind with arousal. “I honestly didn’t realize that’s what it was at first, though. It’s - early.”
Which Yifan can definitely relate to. He nods sympathetically, but his mind and heart are both racing and his palms are sweating. Yifan takes a very long look at Junmyeon, knows what the smart thing to do would be, and then very purposely doesn’t do it.
“Hey,” he whispers while climbing into the bed. “So I can help you with this? If you want.” Return the favor for all the times Yifan's been begging for it and Junmyeon's given him small reprieve.
Junmyeon blinks up at Yifan hovering over him, suddenly so close, before his eyes widen in shock. “Yifan - ”
Yifan is really playing a dangerous game here - but there is just something about how Junmyeon’s half out of his mind with heat that’s drawing Yifan to him, that’s got Yifan feeling bold in a way he really really shouldn’t, probably.
He leans in and carefully kisses Junmyeon. “I’m just saying that I want to. That we could, if you want. If you don’t, I’ll understand - ”
Junmyeon groans, so low and guttural that Yifan tingles with the beginnings of arousal. “Of course I want to, too. I always - ” Junmyeon shudders and cuts himself off, before weakly starting anew. “But should we? I - god, Yifan I can imagine it. So easily.”
Yifan strategically positions himself so Junmyeon’s leg slips between his own, and then drags himself painfully slow along the length of Junmyeon’s thigh. He’s not doing this right, something in the back of his mind tells him, but Yifan’s having a hard time listening to that. “Seriously, if you don’t want to, I’ll stop. Do you want me to leave…?”
Junmyeon is looking up at him, expression twisted into something pained and confused, like he’s torn and warring with himself.
Yifan knows better, he keeps telling himself. Seriously, this isn’t a difficult thing to figure out, and he knows how easy it is to get swept up in your heat and beg for something you have no business having. “I should leave,” Yifan finally says, voice much more steadfast than his emotions really are. He needs to go, before this gets anymore tangled and messy and out of control.
But as he makes a move to get up, Junmyeon places a firm but gentle hand at the small of his back. It is the suggestion that he could force Yifan to stop and just hold him in place that makes Yifan freeze and stay where he is - even though he knows full well that Junmyeon would never force him to do anything he didn’t already verbally ask for. But that’s part of it: that Yifan gets to surrender control, loves to do that with Junmyeon.
“I really,” Junmyeon says with calm, quiet seriousness. “Want to fuck you, honestly.”
If Yifan’s going to be the levelheaded one here, this is maybe his last chance. But…
But if they both are wanting and willing, what’s the point in trying to stay away from each other? He can’t think of any reason to stop themselves, not when Junmyeon is saying yes and sounding so sure of himself - and when Yifan’s offering himself up in the first place.
“Okay.” Yifan’s voice is quiet and small and he already feels like he’s falling apart. He’s already a little damp, already a little aching for Junmyeon.
Yifan nearly falls out of the bed, trying to get all his clothes off, while Junmyeon struggles to sit up and peel off his sleep shirt and boxers. Yifan rolls away a little to give Junmyeon room to move, focusing himself on palming at his wetness through his boxer briefs. To be honest he’s trying to speed prep himself; if Junmyeon thinks Yifan doesn’t want this as bad as he does, thinks Yifan is hesitating and isn’t ready, he might put a stop to this. He’s good at being authoritative, and in turn Yifan is good at letting that control wash over him.
Junmyeon watches Yifan, expression both appreciative and observant. It almost feels like Junmyeon’s less a wretched mess during his heats than Yifan is, except Yifan can see the way he’s pupils are blown open. Can see the way his whole body is shivering with want and anticipation, and can smell the way his body is reacting to Yifan’s omega-ness. He’s a mess too, but just in different and quieter ways.
“Come on,” Yifan says enticingly as he can, slipping his underwear off and swiping a teasing finger through his cunt, letting Junmyeon see how it comes away glistening with wetness. “…Please?”
“Of course,” Junmyeon says, hands already reaching for Yifan. “You come on.”
Junmyeon should be easy enough to coax inside though, Yifan thinks as he swings a leg over Junmyeon’s hip and hovers, long fingers pumping in and out of himself. “Give me a second,” Yifan tells him, even as Junmyeon carefully takes Yifan’s phallus in between gentle fingers and strokes it. Yifan grunts, and the extra stimulus along with Junmyeon’s alpha scents enveloping him has his cunt remarkably easy to work open.
“Wait, condom,” Junmyeon pants out as Yifan finally lines them up. “We’re being irresponsible but at the very least we should - ”
Yifan lets the tip touch to his wet folds and gulps at the sensation. It’s going to be his first time with a dick inside, and he’s eager. “You’ll just break it with your knot. You don’t have heat condoms do you?” The thought that Junmyeon has condoms at all has warmth running through Yifan’s veins. He’s thought about normal sex with Yifan enough to have prepared for it, which is as reassuring as it is hot. Too bad they’re jumping the gun and skipping straight to heat sex.
Junmyeon looks appropriately abashed. “No…”
Yifan forces himself to evenly breathe in and out, trying to ground himself, and whispers, “Well, then let’s go.”
Junmyeon’s eyes spark with something fierce and assertive, and then he is pushing up into Yifan. The initial breach has Yifan gasping in surprise, as his cunt adjusts around Junmyeon’s cock.
Junmyeon feels like heaven inside him. The fact that he’s in heat is jumpstarting all sorts of things inside Yifan. It’s not heat, but it’s getting him high and heady on Junmyeon’s pheromones, making it so he can keep up. It sort of is like a shadow of heat, new wetness coming out of nowhere and every one of his nerves on fire.
Junmyeon groans as he sinks deeper into Yifan’s cunt, and Yifan gasps again in response. “You’re dribbling on me,” Junmyeon whispers. “God.”
And Yifan’s thighs are trembling, his wetness dripping slowly and sloppily down his thighs, down the length of Junmyeon’s cock. It’s so hot inside him, and Yifan jerks his hips back with a snap, his balls slapping gently against the front of Junmyeon’s cock.
Junmyeon groans again. “I shouldn’t be doing this. We really shouldn’t be doing this.”
“You’re inside me already,” Yifan points out, squeezing around the girth of Junmyeon’s dick. “I - I think you’re already swelling up - you haven’t even come yet - ”
“I’m in, like, my seventh hour of this,” Junmyeon says breathlessly. “Trust me, I’ve already come plenty of times, especially thinking about you.”
Yifan laughs, or at least tries before the sound catches in his throat. It’s so weird to be on this side of the heat. Yeah, they are actually heat fucking right now (oh god), but Yifan has kept more sense of self, more common sense and self-control than Junmyeon. He doesn’t feel like he’s hearing everything out of his mind, like there’s this horrible but addicting feeling persisting where it’s like he’s being boiled out of his skin. Doesn’t feel like how distracted and unfocused and desperate he is is a huge, bad thing. An annoying thing, on Junmyeon’s part, to have to deal with. On this side of heat, there’s nothing but affection and desire to take care of Junmyeon, Junmyeon who is trying so hard to stay careful and in control but just literally can’t.
But still…
“If you still really want or need to stop we can - we will,” Yifan says urgently, no matter how much he feels like he’ll want to die if they do stop. He’s felt that particular urge before in worse exaggeration, having been on heat and demanding these things before. He can be a good boyfriend. He can be a good support system even when he’s enabled the worse impulses of Junmyeon’s heat because he has no self-control of his own, apparently - even on good days.
Junmyeon laughs, and it turns into a gurgling almost crying sound. “I want it so bad, Yifan,” he manages to get out. “I want to keep going.”
Which, again, Junmyeon is already in him swollen up with knot number one: this first time isn’t really up for discussion anymore. This is so wrong though, Yifan realizes vaguely. They’re both not in a good place to be affirming consent or anything, not when Yifan sort of knows he’s fallen just short of manipulating his way here and Junmyeon is going to crave and need more than he’s going to be thinking about the long term implications of what they’re doing. And Yifan - he’s. Right now he’s really far gone but he should be. Just. Doing better. Junmyeon does this all the time, with him, when the tables are turned. Makes himself think straight, act right, removes himself when things get too hard to handle. Yifan should do that. Yifan can do that.
“I’m yours,” Yifan murmurs instead, grinding down into the pain of being stretched - and Junmyeon groans. “Claim me.”
He just. Wants. And there’s something about it, about how he’s power playing here to get what he’s been wanting for so long and just so bad, and how somehow it’s all leaving him with less control in a weird twisted way. Somehow it’s all reinforcing in his head how much Junmyeon owns him.
But, Yifan realizes fully now, this still isn’t totally okay. What they’re doing and how they decided on it isn’t really…totally okay. “I’m sorry, I - shit, after this if you want to - if. I’m sorry, you totally aren’t coherent enough to say no, are you? I never am, during heat, I’m sorry - ”
And maybe it is because Junmyeon’s better at this whole communicating thing, maybe it’s because he’s in his ‘seventh hour’ or whatever of heat and is more lucid than Yifan’s been giving him credit for, but he lifts himself up from under Yifan’s body using his elbows and presses a messy but deliberate kiss to Yifan’s mouth. Yifan is the one to introduce teeth, bites at Junmyeon’s lips because it’s too gentle and sweet by heat standards and it’s all not fair, that Yifan’s always so far gone and Junmyeon always seems to be in control.
“It’s fine, I’m fine, promise,” Junmyeon murmurs with a mostly wrecked voice, but his hands are still moving comfortingly along Yifan’s hips, up his lower back. “Didn’t I tell you before I’ve got you? I’ll always have you.”
Their bodies are so close that Yifan’s balls are being cradled in the curve of Junmyeon’s belly. The warmth of Junmyeon underneath Yifan is somehow enveloping all of him, is comforting, even as Yifan starts straining for breath as the knot really sets in. “You don’t have to promise that,” Yifan chokes out, legs tightening in their straddling of Junmyeon’s hips. “To always be put together or whatever. I’ve got you too.”
Junmyeon laughs and drops back down onto the mattress. “I know Yifan. I…god…” He’s still expanding, buried deep inside.
Heat knot is not like the knots Junmyeon endures from masturbation. And just like Yifan has never had any kind of knot inside him before, Junmyeon’s never knotted in someone before. The pressure of Yifan’s cunt slicked around his cock must be as mind-blowingly new for him as this whole thing is for Yifan.
Geez, seriously, it’s stretching him so wide. “God god god,” he suddenly becomes aware he’s whispering near-violently. His cunt is being stretched wide open and - and - and if Junmyeon could just come and fill him up more Yifan feels like he could die happy right then and there.
“Mine,” Junmyeon whispers fervently, a rare rare occasion because while Yifan doesn’t really believe all that much in the supposed alpha-beta-omega roles their society had once enforced much more strictly, Junmyeon makes him look like a slacker in how much he usually openly defies those schools of thought at every chance he gets. Right now though, he’s clawing at the skin of Yifan’s hips, clinging to him so tightly, keeping the squirming Yifan held in one place on the knot. “Fuck, Yifan.”
He’s so swollen in Yifan and Yifan grinds down on it, choking a little - crying a little. It’s big and large and deep - and the width of it. That’s what’s important to Yifan, because it’s spearing him wide open. It’s also reaching deep in Yifan and pressing up into a spot in him that’s been crying for attention for ages. It’s making all the little instincts that have been crying and asking for so much every heat to shut the hell up for once, instead now an in-unison cacophony of yes, fuck yes.
“Get it,” Yifan pants out. “Get it deeper - wider. Junmyeon, come on - ”
Junmyeon snaps his hips up a little and groans. “It hurts, almost, how swollen I feel. I want to fuck you so hard and so thoroughly, but I hurt.” And he comes with those words, come trapped in Yifan with Junmyeon’s dick swelled too wide and yet fitting perfectly in Yifan’s stretched out cunt.
Yifan groans and reaches between them to palm his phallus. “Jesus.”
“I’m sorry,” Junmyeon whispers. “But a little bit more. I - just, I still need to fuck you more.” His cock is swelling back down, only barely but enough for Junmyeon to wriggle a little loose. The circular motion has Yifan seizing up around Junmyeon, and gushing out both his own orgasm and some of Junmyeon’s residual come with tiny audible wet sounds.
With Junmyeon less swelled but still curved and hard and hot inside Yifan, there’s no way they’re done. “I’m sorry,” Junmyeon is muttering, one hand sliding up Yifan’s stomach. Yifan’s eyes flutter close as it brushes over his nipple and then keeps going, until Junmyeon’s cupping the back of his neck. His fingers rub gently at the ridges of his spine, easy to find with how Yifan has his head dipped down as he breathes slowly, trying to regain his senses through how good he feels.
“For what?” Yifan asks as incredulously as he can manage, more preoccupied with grinding himself down on Junmyeon’s cock.
Junmyeon gasp-groans and performs a series of rapid-fire thrusts, pounding so hard and so fast that Yifan gags, before Junmyeon catches himself and stops. The effort makes his whole body tremble underneath Yifan. “Lack of foreplay,” he offers quietly. “And intimacy, love, all that.”
Yifan rolls his eyes, “That’s not - be quiet. I love this.”
Yifan starts moving first, as Junmyeon shuts his eyes and huffs out through his heat. Soon enough, though, Yifan bouncing enthusiastically on Junmyeon isn’t enough, and Junmyeon’s hips start arching up to meet him halfway. The noise of flesh slapping together is obscene; the rhythmic creaking of the bed is almost just as sordid.
Yifan’s clit-phallus is bouncing between them, and every time Junmyeon pushes up and in Yifan can’t help but make small yelping moans in time with his thrusts.
“You’re so wet,” Junmyeon is groaning out, fingers curling on Yifan’s thighs. There will be bruises there tomorrow, and all Yifan can manage to do is moan out his rhythmic ah-ah-ahs. “You’re so - god, Yifan, you’re so good to me.”
*I’m* good to *you*? He wants to ask, say incredulously, clenching around Junmyeon’s cock - but Junmyeon’s coming and then swelling back to full size almost simultaneously this time, and Yifan is immediately preoccupied by how he’s being impaled on Junmyeon’s dick. Junmyeon is still thrusting up into him, shallow thrusts that are accompanied by a gross wet sound that has Yifan more turned on than before. “Come on you,” Yifan finds himself saying instead, as Junmyeon groans and whimpers as the swelling somehow gets worse. “Come on. Hold me in place. We’ll get through it.”
The burn and stretch this time…at least it’s familiar. Yifan’s thighs are shaky from the prolonged time spent holding himself upright above Junmyeon, knees digging into Junmyeon’s mattress, and that’s a good distraction to focus on. Junmyeon’s grip is iron-tight and desperate on his thighs while keeping Yifan angled just the way Junmyeon wants him, and his face is scrunched up in pain. It should maybe be unattractive, but it instead makes Yifan struggle to lean down and press a chaste kiss to Junmyeon’s forehead.
The knot is wide and uncomfortable now, but it’s a kind of pain that Yifan sort of likes. At any rate, there’s something about the way Junmyeon needs for it to be taken care of, needs Yifan, that makes this all somehow bigger than him and his immediate comfort. There’s something about the way Junmyeon whines underneath him, as Yifan can’t move in the slightest because the knot is done expanding and they just have to ride it out, that makes Yifan’s cunt looser, wider, wetter somehow.
When Junmyeon’s initial pain is done and their being locked together has passed into swelling down, Yifan reaches between them to palm his phallus and balls all in one hand. He’s leaking into Junmyeon’s lap and not sated yet so he’s bouncing a little too, dragging himself as much up and down on Junmyeon as he can managed while still mostly knotted together.
“God,” Junmyeon groans, fucked out and in awe as Yifan locks eyes with him and bounces himself. The mattress squeaks its protests, and Yifan abandons stroking himself to use both hands to support himself on the bed as he leans forward and puts as much power into his movement as he can.
“Don’t move,” Yifan moans out. “I want to - I - if I can just - ” He dissolves into incoherency, but Junmyeon somehow gets it, just turns his head slightly to leave little butterfly kisses along the inside of Yifan’s wrist. Leveraging himself, Yifan grinds in little circles as he lifts himself up and then drops his entire weight down onto Junmyeon. Rinse and repeat: Junmyeon’s already come and he’s not getting harder, but he looks out of his mind with what Yifan’s doing.
“You’re being absolutely amazing right now,” Junmyeon says hoarsely, reaching up and grabbing Yifan by the back of the head to pull him down into a rough, sloppy kiss.
After a few shaky minutes, Yifan finally comes, shuddering so hard that Junmyeon’s now shrunken, soft dick slips out of him with a wet pop.
Yifan just barely manages to collapse in the space next to Junmyeon, rather than on top of him. There is a minute of silence, where he tries to catch his breath and gather his thoughts.
The silence lingers for some time after Yifan can think straight. Beside him Junmyeon is still in heat, of course, scent less pervasive but gradually building back up already. It’s a heavy reminder that they are indeed teenagers, their bodies stupid and illogical in how long it drags out their arousal.
“Should I leave?” Yifan asks in a tiny voice. Those two orgasms maybe have helped for now because Junmyeon is so late into his heat, but his body will rebound in no time, the heat made longer by coming. And Yifan doesn’t know if he should be here for that, tempting Junmyeon further.
“Yeah, maybe in a moment,” Junmyeon whispers to him. “I - Yifan when my heat passes, we have to talk about this.”
Yifan feels his heart stutter with something he doesn’t want to think about. Instead he leans in and presses soft kisses to folds above Junmyeon’s eyes. “Yeah, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have - I should have left and - yes. Yes, we’ll talk about this. Geez, I have to - ugh, I could get pregnant, huh? God, sorry.”
Junmyeon looks at Yifan with so much fondness in his eyes, even as there’s a slight spark of arousal in them as well as his hormones start to bounce back from their momentary lull. “I don’t regret it, okay?” He takes Yifan’s hands into his own. “Seriously, I just…wish we had planned that better. It’s a big step. We shouldn’t have rushed it. But it’s done and it was…geez, Yifan you’re amazing, okay?”
Yifan nods emphatically and leans in for one more kiss to Junmyeon’s pliant lips. “I don’t regret it either. You - Junmyeon, you’re the amazing one, okay?” It’s cheesy and ridiculous, especially when Junmyeon’s heat is still rearing its ugly head, but Yifan thinks this moment is one that’ll stay with him for a long time.
“Hang in there,” Yifan whispers encouragingly, after throwing his clothes back on haphazardly, as he tip toes out the room to give Junmyeon some space. “Text me if you need anything.”
And though Yifan has to figure out how he’s going to get a hold of the appropriate emergency contraception and how to hide this from his mom and, god, contemplate what this new thing means for their relationship…
Well, despite all that, the dazed grin and shaky thumbs up Junmyeon gives him in return makes it all worth it.
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