Hanging By a Moment - 2 of 4
Most of the party goers have moved inside, abandoning the backyard in favor of the dance floor in the huge basement. Another DJ is set up in a corner, playing electronic dance music for the bodies moving together on the dance floor, and pressed up against one another on the furniture and against the walls. For the wolves, the scents are thick in the air, mixes of wolf and human odors heavy with pheromones of arousal. As they descend the stairs, Jongdae can feel his mood lifting and he can't stop the smile spreading across his face.
“God, something smells amazing down here!” he shouts over the music. “What is that? It smells like heaven!”
Sniffing the air, Baekhyun wrinkles his nose, “smells like beer and sweat, but if you like that kind of thing...”
“No! It's like something warm and spicy and sweet. Like gingerbread and vanilla. Is someone baking?” He doesn't wait for an answer as he begins pushing his way through the crowd, drawn toward the intoxicating scent. As he takes deep breaths through his nose, the aroma gets stronger, and his hands begin to shake and a tingling in his chest makes him feel like he's about to burst with excitement. He stops suddenly, his eyes widening and his mouth dropping open when he realizes that the smell is not coming from an oven with delicious desserts baking inside, but from a pair of wolf boys dancing giddily in the middle of the crowd.
They are both beautiful. One pale and ethereal, all elbows and collarbones and delicate features, the other with smoldering looks and tanned skin stretched over rippling muscles. They twist and turn and roll together sensuously as if their moves are choreographed, then as the song changes, they simultaneously begin jumping up and down, flailing their arms over their heads with little grace. The pale one stumbles, falling forward to be caught by the dark-haired boy, and they continue jumping with arms wrapped around one another, both faces split wide by open-mouthed smiles filled with perfect teeth.
So close together, Jongdae can't pick out which of the boys is emitting the mesmerizing scent. His brows furrow together as overwhelming possessiveness grips his heart. At last he realizes what the strange warmth flowing through his body means. Just when he was ready to give up, he has finally found his mate.
His friends have caught up to him, the rest having stumbled in from outside to follow the smaller group into the basement. They stand near him, most of them wondering why Jongdae has stopped dead in his tracks. Kyungsoo, however, steps up to his side and gestures at the two laughing boys in the middle of the dance floor. “The dark one is my mate, and I'm guessing the blond one is yours,” he says, leaning close enough that he doesn't have to shout. “His name is Sehun.”
“Sehun,” Jongdae breathes, the name tasting sweet on his tongue. As if he has heard his name, the pale boy stops bouncing and backs out of his dance partner's arms. Their eyes meet across the distance, and Sehun's right hand flies to his chest as he attempts to catch his breath, bunching the fabric of his black wife-beater in his fist. His left hand grips his friend's wrist, turning him to face Jongdae as well. Jongdae licks his lips as he focuses on his mate's mouth forming the words “oh my God.”
All at once, everything around him seems to dim, and the pounding music becomes a dull buzz as his vision sharpens on Sehun. All he can see is miles of pale, unblemished skin that glows in contrast to the black sleeveless shirt and dark cargo shorts, and the intensity of the boy's gaze as he stares him down. All he can smell is the warm, inviting scent of Sehun's pheromones that are pouring from his body in waves. All he can feel is his heart pounding, and his blood rushing, hot, through his veins. All he can think is mine, mine, mine, and want, want, want. Time seems to stand still as they stare at each other until Sehun finally takes one, then another step forward, opening his arms.
Jongdae feels the pressure inside his chest explode and he can't contain himself any longer. His feet begin to move toward the boy, his eyes never leaving those of his mate. As he reaches him, he breathes “I finally found you.”
Closing his arms around Jongdae's waist as the shorter boy's fingers weave into his hair, Sehun whispers “yeah,” before their mouths meet. What begins as a slow, tentative kiss quickly escalates into a passionate dance of lips, tongues, and teeth, both boys growling deep in their throats as their movements become more animalistic, their bodies grinding together heatedly as their hands grope blindly. Sehun's large hands cup Jongdae's ass, prompting the smaller boy to jump up to wrap his legs around his mate's waist as their mouths continue to crash together, appearing to everyone around them as if they are trying to eat each other up.
“Ok, guys, time to get a room!” Yifan laughs as he grabs Jongdae's waist with both of his hands and lifts his roommate off of the taller boy. Both whimper as they are pulled apart, and Sehun attempts to drag Jongdae back into his arms. He is thwarted when arms wrap around him from behind, and he is pulled against the firm chest of his dance partner.
“Fuck, bro, do you even know his name?” the dark boy laughs as he back hugs his pouting best friend. “Don't you think you should introduce yourselves before you dry hump on the dance floor?”
“Kim Jongdae,” the smaller wolf pants, “apparently I'm your mate.”
Sehun licks his lips lustfully as his eyes rake the smaller wolf up and down. “Wow,” he exhales heavily. “I'm Oh Sehun.” Without taking his gaze away from the boy in front of him, he elbows the one holding him. “Let me go, Jongin.”
Yifan releases Jongdae at the same moment that Jongin frees Sehun, and the two immediately wrap themselves together again, burying their faces into the other's neck, each deeply breathing in the other's scent. “Fuck, I can't get enough of you,” Sehun sighs into Jongdae's ear, his lips brushing sensitive skin. “I just want to touch you.”
“Seriously,” Kyungsoo barks, “Room. Now. Take ours.” He grasps Sehun's hand, pulling it away from Jongdae's hip to put his ring of keys into it.
Raising his eyes to look from Kyungsoo to Jongin, whose arms are around his own mate with his chin on top of the shorter wolf's head, Sehun asks, “What'll you guys do?”
Don't worry about us, bro,” Jongin smiles, “we'll just crash in the pit tonight.”
Jongdae steps back, sliding his hand down the pale skin of his mate's arm and twining their fingers together. He looks around at the faces of the wolves surrounding them, and can see the happiness radiating from all of them. Chanyeol and Tao are bouncing up and down on their toes, squealing like little girls, as Minseok alternates between beaming at the new mates and laughing at the giggling new friends. Baekhyun and Joonmyun stand with arms around each other, reveling in their younger friends' new found love, as Yifan smiles with happy tears in his eyes.
“Come on,” Sehun says, tightening his grip on Jongdae's hand and jingling the keys to Jongin and Kyungsoo's room. “Let's go.”
They thunder up the stairs with their hands joined, pushing their way through the crowds coming down. Instinctively seeming to understand the reason for their haste, the other wolves that they meet part for them, flashing knowing smiles and raising their drinks in toast as they pass.
When they get to the top of the stairs, both are panting with want. Turning the corner, Jongdae pushes Sehun against the nearest wall, pressing their bodies together, and drags Sehun's head down by the nape of his neck. He assaults his mate's mouth with a filthy kiss, tongues tangling and saliva slicking their lips and chins. “Can't wait. Need you now,” he gasps, rutting against Sehun's thigh.
The blond groans as he grinds just as desperately against the smaller wolf. “Not here, come on!” He forcefully pushes the smaller body off, grinning lustfully, and grasps his hand once again dragging him toward the hybrid wing of the house. Once they reach it, they begin to scramble through a huge open room with a hexagonal-shaped space that is sunken several inches lower than the floor. Instead of carpeting, the recessed area is fitted with a custom-made futon mattress that covers the entire expanse, and dozens of pillows and blankets are strewn haphazardly across it.
“That looks comfy,” Jongdae rumbles suggestively.
“It is,” Sehun says, stopping briefly to taste his mate's lips, “but read the sign and then keep moving.” He points at a huge mural on the back wall. Painted with images of cuddling wolves, it reads “PIT RULES - No Food, No Drinks, No Claws, and ABSOLUTELY NO SEX! Violators Will Be Eaten!”
Jongdae groans and tugs at Sehun's belt loops, “God, how much longer do I have to wait for you?”
With a quick nip to his mate's earlobe, Sehun grunts “hang on,” then bends over and presses his shoulder into Jongdae's belly, and hefts him up, slinging the boy over his back. His mate's weight is nothing to the strong wolf, and he lopes down the hallway, clutching at Jongdae's ass to keep him from falling. A litany of “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god” falls from the brown-haired boy's mouth as he bounces along upside-down with his arms wrapped around the blond's middle.
At last, they reach the door they are looking for, and Sehun fumbles the keys with one trembling hand, trying to locate the correct one. Jongdae releases his hold on the boy's waist, and slides one hand downward to roughly palm Sehun's rock-hard erection through his cargo shorts. The boy cries out as he drops the key ring to the floor, and squats to pick them up without letting go of his grip on Jongdae.
They finally burst inside, and Sehun slams the door shut with his hip, dropping his mate to his feet. The room spins for Jongdae after his topsy-turvy trip down the hallway, but the need to have Sehun is so much stronger than the dizziness. “Mine,” he growls, and shoves the blond forcefully against the door. Their open mouths collide almost violently, and both can taste blood, but neither knows whose it is. Their heads tilt to the right, then the left, then back to the right as they slam their lips together again and again.
Jongdae grips the strips of fabric at Sehun's shoulders and pulls them downward, ripping the shirt down the middle in desperation to touch his skin. “Not fair,” the blond gasps, pulling away long enough to strip Jongdae's button-down shirt off of his arms, then rip his tank in half to join his own tattered shirt on the floor.
The brown-haired boy slides his arms around his mate, palms flattened and caressing the warm skin of his back, as Sehun's arms wrap around Jongdae's neck, one hand burying itself into the thick hair on the top of his head, the other sliding down between his shoulder blades, caging the boy as his forehead presses into Sehun's shoulder, their lower bodies thrusting frantically together at a punishing rate.
“Almost,” Jongdae whispers against Sehun's collarbone.
“Me, too” Sehun responds breathlessly, “Not gonna last...ah!”
Both erupt into orgasm within seconds of the other, eyes clenched shut and mouths open in ecstasy as their bodies spasm against one another. They cling together as their breathing grows slower, until finally they pull away, smiling.
“Well, that was embarrassingly fast,” Sehun chuckles, his cheeks tinting pinks as his eyes crinkle.
Jongdae laughs fondly, stroking his fingers up Sehun's back to gently pet the nape of his neck. “That was just the beginning,” he grins. “I'm nowhere near done with you, yet.”
“Good to know,” the blond murmurs, tilting his head again for a gentle kiss. “Sorry about this,” he says, as he runs his index finger over the split in Jongdae's lower lip before following his finger with his tongue to help the cut heal.
Jongdae flicks his tongue out to meet Sehun's, drawing both back into his own mouth and melding their lips together as he begins walking backward into the room, his hands on Sehun's biceps to pull him along. They stop once the backs of Jongdae's legs hit a bed, and they fall backward with Sehun landing on top of the shorter boy. “Oof!” Jongdae grunts, and then grimaces. “God, my pants are disgusting!”
“Mine, too,” Sehun scrunches his nose. “Let's get out of them,” he says, unbuckling Jongdae's belt and sliding it through his belt loops before throwing the belt across the room.
“Fantastic idea,” Jongdae grins, popping the button on his mate's shorts, then sliding down the zipper.
Soon, their remaining clothing has been tossed around the room, one sock dangling from the ceiling fan, and they finally lay naked on the unmade bed, skin against hot skin. Sehun lies on his back as Jongdae lavishes attention on his body, worshiping every inch he touches with his fingers, lips, and tongue. “God, you are so beautiful,” he breathes against the long, pale neck, “and I am one lucky bastard.”
Sehun pulls him up by the hair until their lips meet in a hard, passionate kiss, and he rolls them over, straddling Jongdae's thighs. He wraps his hand loosely around his mate's hard cock, and gives it a few tentative strokes. He can feel the knob at the base of his dick that will swell into the knot that will tie them together, and he lets his fingers linger in curiosity. “Never done any of this before,” he murmurs into Jongdae's mouth as he gasps. “you?”
“Couple one-night stands with human guys,” he rumbles as he flips them back over so that he can suck a bruise onto his mates collarbone. “Only bottomed, though.” He licks the pretty, red mark that is blossoming on his pale skin. “They both wanted to do it with a wolf, but were scared of the knot.”
That thought causes him to pull away, and he looks down at the younger wolf. “Are you okay with this? Are you nervous?”
The blond looks up at him with a soft smile on his swollen, pink lips. “No, I'm good. I know you won't hurt me.”
“Never,” Jongdae promises, the truth of the statement shining in his eyes.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Sehun purrs, looking up at Jongdae with heavy-lidded eyes. “Fuck me.”
Jongdae growls as he attacks his mate's mouth, putting every ounce of desire that he feels for the blond boy into each movement, and every lick. Sehun responds enthusiastically, grunting and moaning as molten fire flows through his veins at every touch. He reaches out to grasp Jongdae's hips to lift him from the bed where he is lying next to him, and spreads his legs as the smaller boy settles between them. They rut against each other, pre-come helping with the slide of skin against skin.
“Lube,” Jongdae pants, “we need lube.”
Sehun flings his arm in the direction of the nightstand, but isn't close enough to reach it. “It's on the table. Big bottle.”
Jongdae lifts his head to look in the direction that Sehun is pointing, and notices for the first time that not only is there a nightstand with a huge pump bottle of lube sitting on the surface, but there is also another queen-size bed on the other side of the room.
“Two beds?” he mutters as he stretches for the bottle.
“Yeah,” Sehun chuckles. “Fuck in one, sleep in the other.”
Kneeling between the blond's legs, Jongdae pumps lube quickly onto his fingers, and rubs them together to warm the slick gel. “Are you ready for me to do this?” he questions.
Sehun pulls his knees up and outward, his feet as close to his ass as they can get, and spreads himself wide for his mate. “Yeah, do it, Jongdae. Do it.”
The older boy groans, then sinks his first finger into his mate's willing body as he nips at the inside of a pale thigh. Slowly, he moves his finger in and out, in and out, until Sehun is writhing against his hand, begging for more. His middle finger joins his first, then his third finger as Sehun's body welcomes the intrusion.
“One more, just in case,” Jongdae pants, barely controlling himself from just driving his cock inside the heat surrounding his fingers. As he inserts all four slick digits, he uses his left hand to guide Sehun's cock into his mouth, and sucks at the soft skin of the head, licking at the slit and savoring the taste of his mate. The blond head rolls from side to side in rapture, his hands clutching at the sheets as his hips rise and fall, his legs tremble, and his feet slide restlessly against the mattress.
“For fuck's sake, get in me now!” Sehun growls, grabbing his mate's hair and pulling his mouth off his cock with a lewd slurping sound. Saliva and pre-come connect his bottom lip to Sehun's dick in a liquid string, and he licks his lips to catch the last of the blond's flavor.
“Okay,” Jongdae nods, “okay.” He pumps more lube into his hand to slick over his cock, and strokes himself one, two, three times before leaning forward and pushing inside. The heat of Sehun's body engulfs him, and he feels like he is burning with an uncontrollable fever as he pistons in and out of the beautiful creature below him.
Sharp nails claw at his back as Sehun thrusts his hips up to meet each crash of their bodies, his eyes flutter open and closed as he is torn between watching the face of his lover, and just savoring the feelings flowing through him without the distraction.
Jongdae can feel Sehun's body gripping him tighter and tighter, and he knows that it is his knot growing inside him that is making it harder to pull out, He focuses on his mate's face, but sees no fear or pain reflected back in his eyes. Moans and grunts and whines escape Sehun's mouth in a beautiful rhythm that matches the cadence of Jongdae's now shallow movements as he continues thrusting against his lover's body.
As his knot grows, Jongdae can feel the wolf inside him taking hold of his humanity, and pushing it aside to assert his animalistic nature. His irises begin to fleck with gold as he stares at his mate, whose eyes stare unblinkingly back at him, filling with silver flecks of their own.
His voice leaves his throat two octaves lower than usual when he growls, “I'm going to bite you, now.”
The wolf inside Sehun instinctively turns his head, baring his neck for the bite that will claim him as Jongdae's. The older wolf opens his mouth, and lowers his face into his mate's neck and bites down, hard, at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Sehun howls as his orgasm racks his body, long strings of white shooting onto his abdomen and chest, some even reaching Jongdae's chin. Blood rushes into Jongdae's mouth, satisfying the wolf inside him as his own climax hits him.
Jongdae pulls away from his mate's neck, his golden eyes beginning to fade back into brown, just as silver fades from Sehun's eyes. Blood covers his mouth and chin, and he begins to lick it away before the blond stops him with a hand to his chin. “That's really hot,” he says, before lunging upward for a deep kiss, infused with his own blood.
The knot begins to shrink as the lovers kiss languidly, and Jongdae's cock slides out of his mate's body. He moves to Sehun's side so as not to crush him with his weight. They stare at each other sleepily for a few moments before the stickiness of the sheets begins to make itself known. Jongdae picks up a corner of the top sheet and carefully wipes Sehun clean before wiping the semen from his own body. Pushing the dirty sheet to the floor, he stands and helps Sehun to walk to the second bed, where they climb under the covers and wrap their arms around each other.
“You're mine, now,” Jongdae whispers, “and tomorrow, you can make me yours.”
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“God, something smells amazing down here!” he shouts over the music. “What is that? It smells like heaven!”
Sniffing the air, Baekhyun wrinkles his nose, “smells like beer and sweat, but if you like that kind of thing...”
“No! It's like something warm and spicy and sweet. Like gingerbread and vanilla. Is someone baking?” He doesn't wait for an answer as he begins pushing his way through the crowd, drawn toward the intoxicating scent. As he takes deep breaths through his nose, the aroma gets stronger, and his hands begin to shake and a tingling in his chest makes him feel like he's about to burst with excitement. He stops suddenly, his eyes widening and his mouth dropping open when he realizes that the smell is not coming from an oven with delicious desserts baking inside, but from a pair of wolf boys dancing giddily in the middle of the crowd.
They are both beautiful. One pale and ethereal, all elbows and collarbones and delicate features, the other with smoldering looks and tanned skin stretched over rippling muscles. They twist and turn and roll together sensuously as if their moves are choreographed, then as the song changes, they simultaneously begin jumping up and down, flailing their arms over their heads with little grace. The pale one stumbles, falling forward to be caught by the dark-haired boy, and they continue jumping with arms wrapped around one another, both faces split wide by open-mouthed smiles filled with perfect teeth.
So close together, Jongdae can't pick out which of the boys is emitting the mesmerizing scent. His brows furrow together as overwhelming possessiveness grips his heart. At last he realizes what the strange warmth flowing through his body means. Just when he was ready to give up, he has finally found his mate.
His friends have caught up to him, the rest having stumbled in from outside to follow the smaller group into the basement. They stand near him, most of them wondering why Jongdae has stopped dead in his tracks. Kyungsoo, however, steps up to his side and gestures at the two laughing boys in the middle of the dance floor. “The dark one is my mate, and I'm guessing the blond one is yours,” he says, leaning close enough that he doesn't have to shout. “His name is Sehun.”
“Sehun,” Jongdae breathes, the name tasting sweet on his tongue. As if he has heard his name, the pale boy stops bouncing and backs out of his dance partner's arms. Their eyes meet across the distance, and Sehun's right hand flies to his chest as he attempts to catch his breath, bunching the fabric of his black wife-beater in his fist. His left hand grips his friend's wrist, turning him to face Jongdae as well. Jongdae licks his lips as he focuses on his mate's mouth forming the words “oh my God.”
All at once, everything around him seems to dim, and the pounding music becomes a dull buzz as his vision sharpens on Sehun. All he can see is miles of pale, unblemished skin that glows in contrast to the black sleeveless shirt and dark cargo shorts, and the intensity of the boy's gaze as he stares him down. All he can smell is the warm, inviting scent of Sehun's pheromones that are pouring from his body in waves. All he can feel is his heart pounding, and his blood rushing, hot, through his veins. All he can think is mine, mine, mine, and want, want, want. Time seems to stand still as they stare at each other until Sehun finally takes one, then another step forward, opening his arms.
Jongdae feels the pressure inside his chest explode and he can't contain himself any longer. His feet begin to move toward the boy, his eyes never leaving those of his mate. As he reaches him, he breathes “I finally found you.”
Closing his arms around Jongdae's waist as the shorter boy's fingers weave into his hair, Sehun whispers “yeah,” before their mouths meet. What begins as a slow, tentative kiss quickly escalates into a passionate dance of lips, tongues, and teeth, both boys growling deep in their throats as their movements become more animalistic, their bodies grinding together heatedly as their hands grope blindly. Sehun's large hands cup Jongdae's ass, prompting the smaller boy to jump up to wrap his legs around his mate's waist as their mouths continue to crash together, appearing to everyone around them as if they are trying to eat each other up.
“Ok, guys, time to get a room!” Yifan laughs as he grabs Jongdae's waist with both of his hands and lifts his roommate off of the taller boy. Both whimper as they are pulled apart, and Sehun attempts to drag Jongdae back into his arms. He is thwarted when arms wrap around him from behind, and he is pulled against the firm chest of his dance partner.
“Fuck, bro, do you even know his name?” the dark boy laughs as he back hugs his pouting best friend. “Don't you think you should introduce yourselves before you dry hump on the dance floor?”
“Kim Jongdae,” the smaller wolf pants, “apparently I'm your mate.”
Sehun licks his lips lustfully as his eyes rake the smaller wolf up and down. “Wow,” he exhales heavily. “I'm Oh Sehun.” Without taking his gaze away from the boy in front of him, he elbows the one holding him. “Let me go, Jongin.”
Yifan releases Jongdae at the same moment that Jongin frees Sehun, and the two immediately wrap themselves together again, burying their faces into the other's neck, each deeply breathing in the other's scent. “Fuck, I can't get enough of you,” Sehun sighs into Jongdae's ear, his lips brushing sensitive skin. “I just want to touch you.”
“Seriously,” Kyungsoo barks, “Room. Now. Take ours.” He grasps Sehun's hand, pulling it away from Jongdae's hip to put his ring of keys into it.
Raising his eyes to look from Kyungsoo to Jongin, whose arms are around his own mate with his chin on top of the shorter wolf's head, Sehun asks, “What'll you guys do?”
Don't worry about us, bro,” Jongin smiles, “we'll just crash in the pit tonight.”
Jongdae steps back, sliding his hand down the pale skin of his mate's arm and twining their fingers together. He looks around at the faces of the wolves surrounding them, and can see the happiness radiating from all of them. Chanyeol and Tao are bouncing up and down on their toes, squealing like little girls, as Minseok alternates between beaming at the new mates and laughing at the giggling new friends. Baekhyun and Joonmyun stand with arms around each other, reveling in their younger friends' new found love, as Yifan smiles with happy tears in his eyes.
“Come on,” Sehun says, tightening his grip on Jongdae's hand and jingling the keys to Jongin and Kyungsoo's room. “Let's go.”
They thunder up the stairs with their hands joined, pushing their way through the crowds coming down. Instinctively seeming to understand the reason for their haste, the other wolves that they meet part for them, flashing knowing smiles and raising their drinks in toast as they pass.
When they get to the top of the stairs, both are panting with want. Turning the corner, Jongdae pushes Sehun against the nearest wall, pressing their bodies together, and drags Sehun's head down by the nape of his neck. He assaults his mate's mouth with a filthy kiss, tongues tangling and saliva slicking their lips and chins. “Can't wait. Need you now,” he gasps, rutting against Sehun's thigh.
The blond groans as he grinds just as desperately against the smaller wolf. “Not here, come on!” He forcefully pushes the smaller body off, grinning lustfully, and grasps his hand once again dragging him toward the hybrid wing of the house. Once they reach it, they begin to scramble through a huge open room with a hexagonal-shaped space that is sunken several inches lower than the floor. Instead of carpeting, the recessed area is fitted with a custom-made futon mattress that covers the entire expanse, and dozens of pillows and blankets are strewn haphazardly across it.
“That looks comfy,” Jongdae rumbles suggestively.
“It is,” Sehun says, stopping briefly to taste his mate's lips, “but read the sign and then keep moving.” He points at a huge mural on the back wall. Painted with images of cuddling wolves, it reads “PIT RULES - No Food, No Drinks, No Claws, and ABSOLUTELY NO SEX! Violators Will Be Eaten!”
Jongdae groans and tugs at Sehun's belt loops, “God, how much longer do I have to wait for you?”
With a quick nip to his mate's earlobe, Sehun grunts “hang on,” then bends over and presses his shoulder into Jongdae's belly, and hefts him up, slinging the boy over his back. His mate's weight is nothing to the strong wolf, and he lopes down the hallway, clutching at Jongdae's ass to keep him from falling. A litany of “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god” falls from the brown-haired boy's mouth as he bounces along upside-down with his arms wrapped around the blond's middle.
At last, they reach the door they are looking for, and Sehun fumbles the keys with one trembling hand, trying to locate the correct one. Jongdae releases his hold on the boy's waist, and slides one hand downward to roughly palm Sehun's rock-hard erection through his cargo shorts. The boy cries out as he drops the key ring to the floor, and squats to pick them up without letting go of his grip on Jongdae.
They finally burst inside, and Sehun slams the door shut with his hip, dropping his mate to his feet. The room spins for Jongdae after his topsy-turvy trip down the hallway, but the need to have Sehun is so much stronger than the dizziness. “Mine,” he growls, and shoves the blond forcefully against the door. Their open mouths collide almost violently, and both can taste blood, but neither knows whose it is. Their heads tilt to the right, then the left, then back to the right as they slam their lips together again and again.
Jongdae grips the strips of fabric at Sehun's shoulders and pulls them downward, ripping the shirt down the middle in desperation to touch his skin. “Not fair,” the blond gasps, pulling away long enough to strip Jongdae's button-down shirt off of his arms, then rip his tank in half to join his own tattered shirt on the floor.
The brown-haired boy slides his arms around his mate, palms flattened and caressing the warm skin of his back, as Sehun's arms wrap around Jongdae's neck, one hand burying itself into the thick hair on the top of his head, the other sliding down between his shoulder blades, caging the boy as his forehead presses into Sehun's shoulder, their lower bodies thrusting frantically together at a punishing rate.
“Almost,” Jongdae whispers against Sehun's collarbone.
“Me, too” Sehun responds breathlessly, “Not gonna last...ah!”
Both erupt into orgasm within seconds of the other, eyes clenched shut and mouths open in ecstasy as their bodies spasm against one another. They cling together as their breathing grows slower, until finally they pull away, smiling.
“Well, that was embarrassingly fast,” Sehun chuckles, his cheeks tinting pinks as his eyes crinkle.
Jongdae laughs fondly, stroking his fingers up Sehun's back to gently pet the nape of his neck. “That was just the beginning,” he grins. “I'm nowhere near done with you, yet.”
“Good to know,” the blond murmurs, tilting his head again for a gentle kiss. “Sorry about this,” he says, as he runs his index finger over the split in Jongdae's lower lip before following his finger with his tongue to help the cut heal.
Jongdae flicks his tongue out to meet Sehun's, drawing both back into his own mouth and melding their lips together as he begins walking backward into the room, his hands on Sehun's biceps to pull him along. They stop once the backs of Jongdae's legs hit a bed, and they fall backward with Sehun landing on top of the shorter boy. “Oof!” Jongdae grunts, and then grimaces. “God, my pants are disgusting!”
“Mine, too,” Sehun scrunches his nose. “Let's get out of them,” he says, unbuckling Jongdae's belt and sliding it through his belt loops before throwing the belt across the room.
“Fantastic idea,” Jongdae grins, popping the button on his mate's shorts, then sliding down the zipper.
Soon, their remaining clothing has been tossed around the room, one sock dangling from the ceiling fan, and they finally lay naked on the unmade bed, skin against hot skin. Sehun lies on his back as Jongdae lavishes attention on his body, worshiping every inch he touches with his fingers, lips, and tongue. “God, you are so beautiful,” he breathes against the long, pale neck, “and I am one lucky bastard.”
Sehun pulls him up by the hair until their lips meet in a hard, passionate kiss, and he rolls them over, straddling Jongdae's thighs. He wraps his hand loosely around his mate's hard cock, and gives it a few tentative strokes. He can feel the knob at the base of his dick that will swell into the knot that will tie them together, and he lets his fingers linger in curiosity. “Never done any of this before,” he murmurs into Jongdae's mouth as he gasps. “you?”
“Couple one-night stands with human guys,” he rumbles as he flips them back over so that he can suck a bruise onto his mates collarbone. “Only bottomed, though.” He licks the pretty, red mark that is blossoming on his pale skin. “They both wanted to do it with a wolf, but were scared of the knot.”
That thought causes him to pull away, and he looks down at the younger wolf. “Are you okay with this? Are you nervous?”
The blond looks up at him with a soft smile on his swollen, pink lips. “No, I'm good. I know you won't hurt me.”
“Never,” Jongdae promises, the truth of the statement shining in his eyes.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Sehun purrs, looking up at Jongdae with heavy-lidded eyes. “Fuck me.”
Jongdae growls as he attacks his mate's mouth, putting every ounce of desire that he feels for the blond boy into each movement, and every lick. Sehun responds enthusiastically, grunting and moaning as molten fire flows through his veins at every touch. He reaches out to grasp Jongdae's hips to lift him from the bed where he is lying next to him, and spreads his legs as the smaller boy settles between them. They rut against each other, pre-come helping with the slide of skin against skin.
“Lube,” Jongdae pants, “we need lube.”
Sehun flings his arm in the direction of the nightstand, but isn't close enough to reach it. “It's on the table. Big bottle.”
Jongdae lifts his head to look in the direction that Sehun is pointing, and notices for the first time that not only is there a nightstand with a huge pump bottle of lube sitting on the surface, but there is also another queen-size bed on the other side of the room.
“Two beds?” he mutters as he stretches for the bottle.
“Yeah,” Sehun chuckles. “Fuck in one, sleep in the other.”
Kneeling between the blond's legs, Jongdae pumps lube quickly onto his fingers, and rubs them together to warm the slick gel. “Are you ready for me to do this?” he questions.
Sehun pulls his knees up and outward, his feet as close to his ass as they can get, and spreads himself wide for his mate. “Yeah, do it, Jongdae. Do it.”
The older boy groans, then sinks his first finger into his mate's willing body as he nips at the inside of a pale thigh. Slowly, he moves his finger in and out, in and out, until Sehun is writhing against his hand, begging for more. His middle finger joins his first, then his third finger as Sehun's body welcomes the intrusion.
“One more, just in case,” Jongdae pants, barely controlling himself from just driving his cock inside the heat surrounding his fingers. As he inserts all four slick digits, he uses his left hand to guide Sehun's cock into his mouth, and sucks at the soft skin of the head, licking at the slit and savoring the taste of his mate. The blond head rolls from side to side in rapture, his hands clutching at the sheets as his hips rise and fall, his legs tremble, and his feet slide restlessly against the mattress.
“For fuck's sake, get in me now!” Sehun growls, grabbing his mate's hair and pulling his mouth off his cock with a lewd slurping sound. Saliva and pre-come connect his bottom lip to Sehun's dick in a liquid string, and he licks his lips to catch the last of the blond's flavor.
“Okay,” Jongdae nods, “okay.” He pumps more lube into his hand to slick over his cock, and strokes himself one, two, three times before leaning forward and pushing inside. The heat of Sehun's body engulfs him, and he feels like he is burning with an uncontrollable fever as he pistons in and out of the beautiful creature below him.
Sharp nails claw at his back as Sehun thrusts his hips up to meet each crash of their bodies, his eyes flutter open and closed as he is torn between watching the face of his lover, and just savoring the feelings flowing through him without the distraction.
Jongdae can feel Sehun's body gripping him tighter and tighter, and he knows that it is his knot growing inside him that is making it harder to pull out, He focuses on his mate's face, but sees no fear or pain reflected back in his eyes. Moans and grunts and whines escape Sehun's mouth in a beautiful rhythm that matches the cadence of Jongdae's now shallow movements as he continues thrusting against his lover's body.
As his knot grows, Jongdae can feel the wolf inside him taking hold of his humanity, and pushing it aside to assert his animalistic nature. His irises begin to fleck with gold as he stares at his mate, whose eyes stare unblinkingly back at him, filling with silver flecks of their own.
His voice leaves his throat two octaves lower than usual when he growls, “I'm going to bite you, now.”
The wolf inside Sehun instinctively turns his head, baring his neck for the bite that will claim him as Jongdae's. The older wolf opens his mouth, and lowers his face into his mate's neck and bites down, hard, at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Sehun howls as his orgasm racks his body, long strings of white shooting onto his abdomen and chest, some even reaching Jongdae's chin. Blood rushes into Jongdae's mouth, satisfying the wolf inside him as his own climax hits him.
Jongdae pulls away from his mate's neck, his golden eyes beginning to fade back into brown, just as silver fades from Sehun's eyes. Blood covers his mouth and chin, and he begins to lick it away before the blond stops him with a hand to his chin. “That's really hot,” he says, before lunging upward for a deep kiss, infused with his own blood.
The knot begins to shrink as the lovers kiss languidly, and Jongdae's cock slides out of his mate's body. He moves to Sehun's side so as not to crush him with his weight. They stare at each other sleepily for a few moments before the stickiness of the sheets begins to make itself known. Jongdae picks up a corner of the top sheet and carefully wipes Sehun clean before wiping the semen from his own body. Pushing the dirty sheet to the floor, he stands and helps Sehun to walk to the second bed, where they climb under the covers and wrap their arms around each other.
“You're mine, now,” Jongdae whispers, “and tomorrow, you can make me yours.”
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