[Fic] Raindrops
Title: Raindrops
Pairing: Kai/Suho
Rating: NC-17
Warning: abo dynamics, knotting
Summary: Prompt: A long time ago, scared-of-the-rain wolf pup Joonmyun faced his fears on a stormy night to cross camp to the alpha's den to curl up against actually-a-big-softie alpha Jongin. Now, Jongin has to face his fears and cross the camp to claim the much younger wolf.
***
There hadn’t been talk of an omega being available, even though Jongin knew either by report or by scent as omegas came and went. There was a need in the pack for them, keeping order more ferociously than almost anyone else could, guarding it, at times giving their lives for it. They were not the backbone or the beating heart of the pack, but part of every minute facet of it. Jongin knew almost every omega, every beta, every alpha that lived in his section of the camp. He knew the dates of their birth, of their first turning, and their loyalty to him. Take a mate, they told him. Unite the pack. They didn’t understand that he was waiting, and there were some days it fell out of his memory that he was either.
The smell reminded of warmth, of comfort, of something stable. It reminded him of rain. And it was not unfamiliar, having wound through his mind from time to time, like some memory out of a dream. It didn’t comfort him then, but it did agitate him enough to stand up, to turn toward the setting sun and inhale.
“It’s an omega from the far camp,” he was told.
But which omega. Not one of his, not someone he saw every day. If it was in the far camp, he would be a man in the camp who didn’t look too kindly on Jongin and this thoughts, but also stayed close for the safety and camaraderie that a pack provided. Jongin did not see the glances that were traded, not when he stepped outside, not when he stopped. It wasn’t uncertainty that had him pausing, but the urge to keep himself from running, from seeking out that scent and filling his hands with it.
“Going to the far camp is inviting trouble,” Sehun said from his elbow. “And if it’s you?”
The last alpha to have wandered over the dividing line and tried to take an omega back with him had been faced down some high opposition. It had been the omega’s refusal to join the main camp that had broken the stalemate and sent the alpha back alone and smarting.
“They’ll let the omega go if he wants,” Jongin said. “They’ve seen me lead this pack for ten years now, and this…”
How strange that the omegas he had scented of his own pack had not drawn him out. Drawn his interest, yes, but he’d wondered himself if an omega ever would catch him enough to want.
No one paid him much mind, not on his own side of the camp at least. Maybe some of them could not smell it, but he could, and he needed to see. There was not so much a line that separated the far camp from his, but his shoulders tightened as he passed the last of his pack’s tents, a growl in his throat as several omegas turned to stare and every hair stood up on he back of his neck. But he didn’t stop, following the scent as he ducked and wove through the paths until it led him to a tent and the fortifying breath he took was a double edged sword as he lifted the tent flap and stepped inside. He would find the omega before someone found him. Two men were there, one bent over a table and tracing his finger along what looked like a map as the man across from him nodded. Him, the man touching the map, the one who turned at the rude entry and blinked at Jongin’s face. There was a spark of recognition there, one not from the exchange of scents.
The man smiled at him, and Jongin nearly flushed.
“Jongin.”
Joonmyun.
Joonmyun. It had been…how many years had it been? Jongin had still been a teenager the last time he had seen Joonmyun, and Joonmyun much younger even then.
“I-“ Jongin started, and jerked to the side as two alphas pushed into the tent behind him.
“You’re not welcome here, pack leader,” one of them told him. “Find an omega of your own pack. This one is taken.”
Jongin bristled at that, but before he could speak, Joonmyun was laughing, the sound both derisive and pleasant at the same time.
“Taken by whom? If this pack leader as you call him has scented someone that calls his interest, he has as much right as any in his pack or otherwise.” And they looked almost chastised for a moment before Joonmyun continued. “You do realize that it is not your decision, but mine? You can’t protect me from my life.”
Jongin felt nearly as put in his place as the two alphas seemed, when Joonmyun looked at him.
“It was the scent of an omega that brought you?” Joonmyun asked. “Or did you find yourself in the wrong tent?”
There were growls, from the alphas, from the other omega when Jongin stepped up to Joonmyun, when he stopped just short of Joonmyun’s neck and breathed. A mountain shedding spring, cold and deep.
“It was not the wrong tent,” Jongin said. Not the wrong time, not the wrong omega. And he met Joonmyun’s eyes when he said, “Come back with me.”
There was loud argument, not from either of them as Joonmyun stared at him, steady. His eyes wandered down to Jongin’s mouth, and when he held up a hand, the arguments faltered.
“My choice is Jongin,” Joonmyun said. “I won’t choose Jongin over my pack. But you can’t stop me from going with him.”
There were ugly statements about just how they could, tossing Jongin like so many sacks of garbage and keeping Joonmyun away in the hope that Jongin’s attraction would cool. Joonmyun’s lip had curled, and Jongin reached for his hand. Joonmyun’s decision was the only one that mattered.
“Let us pass,” Jongin ordered.
And pack leader or no, the alphas stepped aside, letting them both duck out to see the crowd that was starting to gather.
“This way,” Joonmyun said, and led him in what seemed like the longest way around, but it got them back to the edge of his own pack’s tents.
“You came for me,” Joonmyun said, stopping for a moment at the edge of the tents and looking, waiting until Jongin nodded.
And Jongin led him up the hill to his own place, the den of the alpha. A place Joonmyun had not been to since the last time Jongin had let him in.
***
Joonmyun was no taller than his elbow, wet from the rain and shivering, but laughing as Jongin threw him a cloth to dry himself with. Even the clothes Jongin had grown out of were too big, but they were better than nothing, and the alternative had been to send a pup back to his own side of the camp when there was not only rain but thunder rumbling outside.
“Why did you come here?” Jongin asked, after getting a shrug and a head shake when Jongin had asked if Joonmyun’s mother would be worried.
“I was afraid,” Joonmyun said, And at Jongin’s mystified look, Joonmyun looked down. “I know… I know I shouldn’t be, but I’m afraid of rain. But you’re strong!”
Jongin wasn’t sure how he got the reputation of being the protector of pups from rainstorms, or if this one had just gotten his signals mixed. Most people regarded Jongin with a bit of awe, and didn’t like crossing him. This pup wasn’t even part of his pack and had wormed himself right into Jongin’s bed, curled up with cloth and a warm drink until he seemed to be falling asleep with it.
“The rain can’t hurt you,” Jongin said. He said nothing of floods, or lightning strikes, or slick earth, or mud slides. “But you should sleep. It’s late.”
“You’re warm. Maybe I’ll be your omega,” Joonmyun had mused, pressing his face against Jongin’s chest and sleepy and content with Jongin’s hand on his head.
“Dream of that, then,” Jongin told him, and felt strangely humbled by Joonmyun’s trust in him. He wanted to lead like that, to be that person for all his pack. He resolved to be, that night, listening to the rain.
***
He’d sent tiny Joonmyun out into the dawn with clear skies and wet grass. He’d told Joonmyun that no, he did not have to be afraid of the rain, but of moving out of his own pack’s camp, yes he should be. He should not visit Jongin again. Joonmyun had nodded like he’d understood and he’d had his wet clothes in his arms as he ran back toward the far camp, and Jongin’s life as the alpha, a mantle that had fallen early to his shoulders, had continued. But Joonmyun was not that small child any more, dark eyes considering Jongin as Jongin put his back against the wall. A place of protection, and defense.
“I wondered who would be the first alpha to look for me,” Joonmyun said. “I didn’t expect it to be you.”
“Are you still afraid of rain?”
Joonmyun shook his head. “You showed me how not to be,” he said, a smile tilting his lips. And his hand was solid against Jongin’s neck. “You’re still warm.”
“You realize-“ and Jongin hitched a breath at the touch to his belly. “If I claim you, the far camp will shun you, and even if I order it otherwise, some will resent you for taking the place that could have belonged to an omega in the pack.”
“I don’t care who resents me. My family and my friends will still like me. It is only what is between us that is important. You can touch me, you know,” Joonmyun said, guiding Jongin’s hands to his sides.
Jongin knew, but the problem was that he hadn’t been able to know if he’d want to stop. He hadn’t been able to tell Joonmyun the risks when they had a crowd, because it was something that had to be acknowledged between them. He was the one who made Joonmyun shiver then, when his hands rose up under the dark red fabric until his hands spread against Joonmyun’s ribs.
“You didn’t seem surprised.”
“I was fifteen before I realized that what I was feeling was not hero worship when I thought of you, when I smelled you even from the far camp,” Joonmyun said. “I think I thought as a child that being your omega meant that we would play games together and you would make me food. But then I knew better. I’ve only been waiting see if you wanted me, too. Do you?”
Jongin pulled him closer until their chests bumped, Joonmyun looking up at him so steady. Joonmyun’s eyelids dipped as Jongin leaned into him, their lips nearly brushing before Jongin stopped himself.
“You’re young yet. There will be other alphas, maybe of the far pack. I know that. I only know what I want. Will you- Will you let me claim you and take you to be part of my pack?”
“I will be part of your pack, Jongin,” Joonmyun said. “I accept your claim.”
And Joonmyun did not wait, did not risk Jongin stopping again, tugging on Jongin’s shoulders and molding his mouth to Jongin’s. The smell of spring rain, newness and home, Jongin moaned for him, pulling at Joonmyun’s shirt and letting their lips part only long enough for Joonmyun’s shirt to be discarded. Joonmyun, an omega there of his own choosing, because all that he was had been there, calling for Jongin. It was something deeper than Joonmyun’s want of him, a compatibility and a connection. But he wondered if he’d have known at all, if Joonmyun had not had that fire in him.
Or if it was meant, Joonmyun’s bravery spurring his, calling to him when Joonmyun was ready to take a mate. And even years his junior, Joonmyun was his match, and his cock pressed out in eager anticipation as Joonmyun moved against him. He could claim Joonmyun without sex, but he was only going to take one mate and Joonmyun would writhe for him. He already was, the scent of his arousal a siren Jongin could not help but follow, watching, fists opening and closing as Joonmyun pushed down his own pants and bared his body for Jongin. His omega. His mate, aroused and flushed and breathing hard as he looked at Jongin like he could see through Jongin’s clothes. Joonmyun’s skin was not flawless, bruises here and there from life, a scar beside one knee. But Joonmyun eased back onto the bed, humming as he wriggled and pressed back against the mattress, his thighs parted and cock hard against his body. Joonmyun’s eyebrows rose when Jongin didn’t move. No, he wasn’t going to be able to fuck himself.
“Ohh,” Joonmyun moaned as Jongin shed his shirt, and he watched Joonmyun’s cock twitch as Jongin crawled onto the bed with him. But Joonmyun didn’t even allow Jongin to cover him up to kiss him, no. Joonmyun sat up, his mouth eager on Jongin’s chest, stroking over Jongin’s belly and sucking at his nipples, at his collarbones, his neck. Until Jongin couldn’t stand it any more, pushing Joonmyun down and feeling him moan as Jongin’s tongue slid against his.
“Alpha,” Joonmyun purred, notching his thighs into Jongin’s sides and offering his body, aroused and wet. He was surrounded by Joonmyun, his sent, his arms, his warmth. It was only right his cock be as well, and he pressed until Joonmyun’s body gave to his cock, a hiss escaping through Joonmyun’s teeth as Jongin slid deeper. His omega was perfect and slick and tight. His. His Joonmyun. So warm, and Joonmyun’s grin only made Jongin harder, watching it fade in favor of moans as Jongin began to fuck him.
Joonmyun’s sighs seemed like they were pushed from him by the movement of Jongin’s hips, nuzzling Jongin’s cheek and meeting him in kisses that could not linger. It was like Joonmyun was gathering him, lifting his hips for him, wrapping his arms around Jongin until they were nearly one person writhing on the bed. Jongin clutched at Joonmyun’s thigh and Joonmyun nearly whined for him, baring his throat, his skin sheened with sweat and begging to be kissed. He felt Joonmyun’s against his lips, felt him swallow, felt his head shake back and forth as Jongin’s hips sped even further.
“Jongin. Jongin.” He moaned Jongin’s name against his mouth, against his ear, and gasped it instead when he felt Jongin’s knot begin to swell, catching at him as Jongin pulled away and pressed deep, moving his whole body to bury himself as he felt his whole cock begin an urgent throb. Joonmyun’s eyes were wide as he stared up at Jongin and Jongin knew some would say he’d chosen a mate too young for him. But his mate had chosen him, had known far before Jongin ever had.
His eyes nearly rolled back as he tried to shove the knot further, until the urgent pulse in his balls had him groaning, pulling on Joonmyun’s hips and shuddering as pleasure seared him, coming in the welcome of Joonmyun. He was going to bury himself in Joonmyun over and over, he knew it, staring at what he could see of the red stain over Joonmyun’s neck and chest.
“Joonmyun,” he breathed, and Joonmyun moaned, lifting his head to rub his cheek against Jongin’s, for a long moment all he could feel the hold around his knot and Joonmyun’s breathing. But Joonmyun began to wriggle, begging on his knot and trying to rub himself against Jongin’s belly.
“Touch me. Jongin, touch me.”
He reached between them, eager, and Joonmyun was hard beneath his hand and clutching so tight around him.
“I want to see you come,” Jongin panted, his brain fogged with coming and how needy Joonmyun was.
“Yes,” Joonmyun moaned, gripping Jongin’s shoulders. “It’s been years since I had an orgasm that wasn’t because of you.”
Hundreds of orgasms thinking of Jongin. He’d just come and it made his whole body shudder, stroking Joonmyun’s cock until he began to shake, kissing Joonmyun until he was moaning, until his thighs were beating on Jongin’s sides, until he came against his belly and dug his nails into Jongin’s shoulders. Joonmyun came moaning Jongin’s name, his whole body rising up from the pleasure of it. He was so wet, the knot actually slid deeper, making them both moan as Joonmyun’s head flung back, gasping as he jerked almost like he’d come a second time. And he had, Jongin realized, watching Joonmyun’s mouth part as he began to relax, eyes surprised, glorious just before Jongin kissed him..
“Can I,” Jongin asked, Joonmyun’s lips slick against his.
“Please,” Joonmyun said and he laughed, kissing Jongin again. “Please.”
He was tied to Joonmyun’s body. And he would tie them together, by blood, by soul. The sound Joonmyun made was not pain, but satisfaction as Jongin sank his teeth against Joonmyun’s shoulder. His mark. His mate.
The blood wasn’t much and he kissed Joonmyun clean, pressing his face against Joonmyun’s throat and reveling in his body and the spark of pleasure and affection he could feel bubbling between them. That was how Joonmyun he felt, how Jongin could feel him, already, so soon after the bite’s connection. He didn’t know what Joonmyun felt from him right then, but he hoped it was as satisfying.
“You won’t send me home in the morning?” Joonmyun asked, his voice sounding far too amused for the shell of what Jongin felt his mind was right then.
But he was very firm on one thing. Joonmyun could stay. Their place was together.
“Would you like me to begin courting you for real?” Jongin asked, and felt a surge of warmth.
He knew Joonmyun was smiling against his neck when he said, “I look forward to it.”
***
Pairing: Kai/Suho
Rating: NC-17
Warning: abo dynamics, knotting
Summary: Prompt: A long time ago, scared-of-the-rain wolf pup Joonmyun faced his fears on a stormy night to cross camp to the alpha's den to curl up against actually-a-big-softie alpha Jongin. Now, Jongin has to face his fears and cross the camp to claim the much younger wolf.
***
There hadn’t been talk of an omega being available, even though Jongin knew either by report or by scent as omegas came and went. There was a need in the pack for them, keeping order more ferociously than almost anyone else could, guarding it, at times giving their lives for it. They were not the backbone or the beating heart of the pack, but part of every minute facet of it. Jongin knew almost every omega, every beta, every alpha that lived in his section of the camp. He knew the dates of their birth, of their first turning, and their loyalty to him. Take a mate, they told him. Unite the pack. They didn’t understand that he was waiting, and there were some days it fell out of his memory that he was either.
The smell reminded of warmth, of comfort, of something stable. It reminded him of rain. And it was not unfamiliar, having wound through his mind from time to time, like some memory out of a dream. It didn’t comfort him then, but it did agitate him enough to stand up, to turn toward the setting sun and inhale.
“It’s an omega from the far camp,” he was told.
But which omega. Not one of his, not someone he saw every day. If it was in the far camp, he would be a man in the camp who didn’t look too kindly on Jongin and this thoughts, but also stayed close for the safety and camaraderie that a pack provided. Jongin did not see the glances that were traded, not when he stepped outside, not when he stopped. It wasn’t uncertainty that had him pausing, but the urge to keep himself from running, from seeking out that scent and filling his hands with it.
“Going to the far camp is inviting trouble,” Sehun said from his elbow. “And if it’s you?”
The last alpha to have wandered over the dividing line and tried to take an omega back with him had been faced down some high opposition. It had been the omega’s refusal to join the main camp that had broken the stalemate and sent the alpha back alone and smarting.
“They’ll let the omega go if he wants,” Jongin said. “They’ve seen me lead this pack for ten years now, and this…”
How strange that the omegas he had scented of his own pack had not drawn him out. Drawn his interest, yes, but he’d wondered himself if an omega ever would catch him enough to want.
No one paid him much mind, not on his own side of the camp at least. Maybe some of them could not smell it, but he could, and he needed to see. There was not so much a line that separated the far camp from his, but his shoulders tightened as he passed the last of his pack’s tents, a growl in his throat as several omegas turned to stare and every hair stood up on he back of his neck. But he didn’t stop, following the scent as he ducked and wove through the paths until it led him to a tent and the fortifying breath he took was a double edged sword as he lifted the tent flap and stepped inside. He would find the omega before someone found him. Two men were there, one bent over a table and tracing his finger along what looked like a map as the man across from him nodded. Him, the man touching the map, the one who turned at the rude entry and blinked at Jongin’s face. There was a spark of recognition there, one not from the exchange of scents.
The man smiled at him, and Jongin nearly flushed.
“Jongin.”
Joonmyun.
Joonmyun. It had been…how many years had it been? Jongin had still been a teenager the last time he had seen Joonmyun, and Joonmyun much younger even then.
“I-“ Jongin started, and jerked to the side as two alphas pushed into the tent behind him.
“You’re not welcome here, pack leader,” one of them told him. “Find an omega of your own pack. This one is taken.”
Jongin bristled at that, but before he could speak, Joonmyun was laughing, the sound both derisive and pleasant at the same time.
“Taken by whom? If this pack leader as you call him has scented someone that calls his interest, he has as much right as any in his pack or otherwise.” And they looked almost chastised for a moment before Joonmyun continued. “You do realize that it is not your decision, but mine? You can’t protect me from my life.”
Jongin felt nearly as put in his place as the two alphas seemed, when Joonmyun looked at him.
“It was the scent of an omega that brought you?” Joonmyun asked. “Or did you find yourself in the wrong tent?”
There were growls, from the alphas, from the other omega when Jongin stepped up to Joonmyun, when he stopped just short of Joonmyun’s neck and breathed. A mountain shedding spring, cold and deep.
“It was not the wrong tent,” Jongin said. Not the wrong time, not the wrong omega. And he met Joonmyun’s eyes when he said, “Come back with me.”
There was loud argument, not from either of them as Joonmyun stared at him, steady. His eyes wandered down to Jongin’s mouth, and when he held up a hand, the arguments faltered.
“My choice is Jongin,” Joonmyun said. “I won’t choose Jongin over my pack. But you can’t stop me from going with him.”
There were ugly statements about just how they could, tossing Jongin like so many sacks of garbage and keeping Joonmyun away in the hope that Jongin’s attraction would cool. Joonmyun’s lip had curled, and Jongin reached for his hand. Joonmyun’s decision was the only one that mattered.
“Let us pass,” Jongin ordered.
And pack leader or no, the alphas stepped aside, letting them both duck out to see the crowd that was starting to gather.
“This way,” Joonmyun said, and led him in what seemed like the longest way around, but it got them back to the edge of his own pack’s tents.
“You came for me,” Joonmyun said, stopping for a moment at the edge of the tents and looking, waiting until Jongin nodded.
And Jongin led him up the hill to his own place, the den of the alpha. A place Joonmyun had not been to since the last time Jongin had let him in.
***
Joonmyun was no taller than his elbow, wet from the rain and shivering, but laughing as Jongin threw him a cloth to dry himself with. Even the clothes Jongin had grown out of were too big, but they were better than nothing, and the alternative had been to send a pup back to his own side of the camp when there was not only rain but thunder rumbling outside.
“Why did you come here?” Jongin asked, after getting a shrug and a head shake when Jongin had asked if Joonmyun’s mother would be worried.
“I was afraid,” Joonmyun said, And at Jongin’s mystified look, Joonmyun looked down. “I know… I know I shouldn’t be, but I’m afraid of rain. But you’re strong!”
Jongin wasn’t sure how he got the reputation of being the protector of pups from rainstorms, or if this one had just gotten his signals mixed. Most people regarded Jongin with a bit of awe, and didn’t like crossing him. This pup wasn’t even part of his pack and had wormed himself right into Jongin’s bed, curled up with cloth and a warm drink until he seemed to be falling asleep with it.
“The rain can’t hurt you,” Jongin said. He said nothing of floods, or lightning strikes, or slick earth, or mud slides. “But you should sleep. It’s late.”
“You’re warm. Maybe I’ll be your omega,” Joonmyun had mused, pressing his face against Jongin’s chest and sleepy and content with Jongin’s hand on his head.
“Dream of that, then,” Jongin told him, and felt strangely humbled by Joonmyun’s trust in him. He wanted to lead like that, to be that person for all his pack. He resolved to be, that night, listening to the rain.
***
He’d sent tiny Joonmyun out into the dawn with clear skies and wet grass. He’d told Joonmyun that no, he did not have to be afraid of the rain, but of moving out of his own pack’s camp, yes he should be. He should not visit Jongin again. Joonmyun had nodded like he’d understood and he’d had his wet clothes in his arms as he ran back toward the far camp, and Jongin’s life as the alpha, a mantle that had fallen early to his shoulders, had continued. But Joonmyun was not that small child any more, dark eyes considering Jongin as Jongin put his back against the wall. A place of protection, and defense.
“I wondered who would be the first alpha to look for me,” Joonmyun said. “I didn’t expect it to be you.”
“Are you still afraid of rain?”
Joonmyun shook his head. “You showed me how not to be,” he said, a smile tilting his lips. And his hand was solid against Jongin’s neck. “You’re still warm.”
“You realize-“ and Jongin hitched a breath at the touch to his belly. “If I claim you, the far camp will shun you, and even if I order it otherwise, some will resent you for taking the place that could have belonged to an omega in the pack.”
“I don’t care who resents me. My family and my friends will still like me. It is only what is between us that is important. You can touch me, you know,” Joonmyun said, guiding Jongin’s hands to his sides.
Jongin knew, but the problem was that he hadn’t been able to know if he’d want to stop. He hadn’t been able to tell Joonmyun the risks when they had a crowd, because it was something that had to be acknowledged between them. He was the one who made Joonmyun shiver then, when his hands rose up under the dark red fabric until his hands spread against Joonmyun’s ribs.
“You didn’t seem surprised.”
“I was fifteen before I realized that what I was feeling was not hero worship when I thought of you, when I smelled you even from the far camp,” Joonmyun said. “I think I thought as a child that being your omega meant that we would play games together and you would make me food. But then I knew better. I’ve only been waiting see if you wanted me, too. Do you?”
Jongin pulled him closer until their chests bumped, Joonmyun looking up at him so steady. Joonmyun’s eyelids dipped as Jongin leaned into him, their lips nearly brushing before Jongin stopped himself.
“You’re young yet. There will be other alphas, maybe of the far pack. I know that. I only know what I want. Will you- Will you let me claim you and take you to be part of my pack?”
“I will be part of your pack, Jongin,” Joonmyun said. “I accept your claim.”
And Joonmyun did not wait, did not risk Jongin stopping again, tugging on Jongin’s shoulders and molding his mouth to Jongin’s. The smell of spring rain, newness and home, Jongin moaned for him, pulling at Joonmyun’s shirt and letting their lips part only long enough for Joonmyun’s shirt to be discarded. Joonmyun, an omega there of his own choosing, because all that he was had been there, calling for Jongin. It was something deeper than Joonmyun’s want of him, a compatibility and a connection. But he wondered if he’d have known at all, if Joonmyun had not had that fire in him.
Or if it was meant, Joonmyun’s bravery spurring his, calling to him when Joonmyun was ready to take a mate. And even years his junior, Joonmyun was his match, and his cock pressed out in eager anticipation as Joonmyun moved against him. He could claim Joonmyun without sex, but he was only going to take one mate and Joonmyun would writhe for him. He already was, the scent of his arousal a siren Jongin could not help but follow, watching, fists opening and closing as Joonmyun pushed down his own pants and bared his body for Jongin. His omega. His mate, aroused and flushed and breathing hard as he looked at Jongin like he could see through Jongin’s clothes. Joonmyun’s skin was not flawless, bruises here and there from life, a scar beside one knee. But Joonmyun eased back onto the bed, humming as he wriggled and pressed back against the mattress, his thighs parted and cock hard against his body. Joonmyun’s eyebrows rose when Jongin didn’t move. No, he wasn’t going to be able to fuck himself.
“Ohh,” Joonmyun moaned as Jongin shed his shirt, and he watched Joonmyun’s cock twitch as Jongin crawled onto the bed with him. But Joonmyun didn’t even allow Jongin to cover him up to kiss him, no. Joonmyun sat up, his mouth eager on Jongin’s chest, stroking over Jongin’s belly and sucking at his nipples, at his collarbones, his neck. Until Jongin couldn’t stand it any more, pushing Joonmyun down and feeling him moan as Jongin’s tongue slid against his.
“Alpha,” Joonmyun purred, notching his thighs into Jongin’s sides and offering his body, aroused and wet. He was surrounded by Joonmyun, his sent, his arms, his warmth. It was only right his cock be as well, and he pressed until Joonmyun’s body gave to his cock, a hiss escaping through Joonmyun’s teeth as Jongin slid deeper. His omega was perfect and slick and tight. His. His Joonmyun. So warm, and Joonmyun’s grin only made Jongin harder, watching it fade in favor of moans as Jongin began to fuck him.
Joonmyun’s sighs seemed like they were pushed from him by the movement of Jongin’s hips, nuzzling Jongin’s cheek and meeting him in kisses that could not linger. It was like Joonmyun was gathering him, lifting his hips for him, wrapping his arms around Jongin until they were nearly one person writhing on the bed. Jongin clutched at Joonmyun’s thigh and Joonmyun nearly whined for him, baring his throat, his skin sheened with sweat and begging to be kissed. He felt Joonmyun’s against his lips, felt him swallow, felt his head shake back and forth as Jongin’s hips sped even further.
“Jongin. Jongin.” He moaned Jongin’s name against his mouth, against his ear, and gasped it instead when he felt Jongin’s knot begin to swell, catching at him as Jongin pulled away and pressed deep, moving his whole body to bury himself as he felt his whole cock begin an urgent throb. Joonmyun’s eyes were wide as he stared up at Jongin and Jongin knew some would say he’d chosen a mate too young for him. But his mate had chosen him, had known far before Jongin ever had.
His eyes nearly rolled back as he tried to shove the knot further, until the urgent pulse in his balls had him groaning, pulling on Joonmyun’s hips and shuddering as pleasure seared him, coming in the welcome of Joonmyun. He was going to bury himself in Joonmyun over and over, he knew it, staring at what he could see of the red stain over Joonmyun’s neck and chest.
“Joonmyun,” he breathed, and Joonmyun moaned, lifting his head to rub his cheek against Jongin’s, for a long moment all he could feel the hold around his knot and Joonmyun’s breathing. But Joonmyun began to wriggle, begging on his knot and trying to rub himself against Jongin’s belly.
“Touch me. Jongin, touch me.”
He reached between them, eager, and Joonmyun was hard beneath his hand and clutching so tight around him.
“I want to see you come,” Jongin panted, his brain fogged with coming and how needy Joonmyun was.
“Yes,” Joonmyun moaned, gripping Jongin’s shoulders. “It’s been years since I had an orgasm that wasn’t because of you.”
Hundreds of orgasms thinking of Jongin. He’d just come and it made his whole body shudder, stroking Joonmyun’s cock until he began to shake, kissing Joonmyun until he was moaning, until his thighs were beating on Jongin’s sides, until he came against his belly and dug his nails into Jongin’s shoulders. Joonmyun came moaning Jongin’s name, his whole body rising up from the pleasure of it. He was so wet, the knot actually slid deeper, making them both moan as Joonmyun’s head flung back, gasping as he jerked almost like he’d come a second time. And he had, Jongin realized, watching Joonmyun’s mouth part as he began to relax, eyes surprised, glorious just before Jongin kissed him..
“Can I,” Jongin asked, Joonmyun’s lips slick against his.
“Please,” Joonmyun said and he laughed, kissing Jongin again. “Please.”
He was tied to Joonmyun’s body. And he would tie them together, by blood, by soul. The sound Joonmyun made was not pain, but satisfaction as Jongin sank his teeth against Joonmyun’s shoulder. His mark. His mate.
The blood wasn’t much and he kissed Joonmyun clean, pressing his face against Joonmyun’s throat and reveling in his body and the spark of pleasure and affection he could feel bubbling between them. That was how Joonmyun he felt, how Jongin could feel him, already, so soon after the bite’s connection. He didn’t know what Joonmyun felt from him right then, but he hoped it was as satisfying.
“You won’t send me home in the morning?” Joonmyun asked, his voice sounding far too amused for the shell of what Jongin felt his mind was right then.
But he was very firm on one thing. Joonmyun could stay. Their place was together.
“Would you like me to begin courting you for real?” Jongin asked, and felt a surge of warmth.
He knew Joonmyun was smiling against his neck when he said, “I look forward to it.”
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