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If he’s being honest, Jeongin is a little excited about this work trip. Not the work part, of course. That involves travelling to some far away rural town where a reclusive writer lives. Jeongin’s firm is sending him to convince the writer to be represented by their company. But he’s not being sent alone, which is the reason he’s so excited. Because the person they're sending with him is his utterly adorable colleague, Bang Chan.
It’s really a shame that Chan is a fellow Alpha, otherwise Jeongin would be on him in a second. But unfortunately, without the compatible bodily components of an omega, or even a beta, Jeongin’s inner alpha would never be satisfied mating with Chan. It doesn’t stop his wolf from begging him to ‘ conquer , mate , and breed ’, every time he lays eyes on polite and giggly Chan.
He snaps out of imagining Chan in increasingly compromising positions, when there’s a loud beep outside his parking complex. Speaking of the Alpha, there he is, waving happily from his car. Jeongin races out of the building, throwing his bag in the back seat. The trip should only last a couple days, so he’s packed pretty lightly. He almost added condoms, though, just in case . But then he chided himself for being stupid, shoving them back into his drawer. Even if he decides that fucking Chan is too enticing to resist, Chan’s a fellow Alpha, and would therefore scoff at the idea of taking Jeongin’s knot.
Jeongin slams the door shut and slides into the passenger seat.
“You ready?” Chan asks, smiling so warmly Jeongin swears he starts to sweat from it.
“Absolutely.” Jeongin replies.
Then they’re setting off.
The drive is nice, if a little quiet. Chan and Jeongin are friends, sure, but they’re not that close. Conversation doesn’t come very easy between them. But, still, it’s pleasant, sitting in the car with Chan as they get further and further away from the city. They arrive at the quaint cabin in good time. The interior seems a bit too cosy and romantic for a business trip. But, it is the middle of winter, so Jeongin supposes the cosiness is a necessary evil.
Evil, because if he has to look at Chan swaddled up in a plush blanket and looking so breedable any longer, Jeongin may just combust. They’ve settled in as well as they can, considering they’ll only be here for two days. The owners have stocked the fridge as per Jeongin and Chan’s company’s request. Definitely too much food, even for a pair of alphas. But it’s hardly something to complain about.
What Jeongin can complain about, is how the tracksuit pants Chan has changed into are so impossibly tight around his thighs. Chan’s beautifully thick thighs on display, perfect to sink Jeongin’s fingers into as he fucks deeply into- oh no , that’s not a helpful train of thought.
Chan goes to his room to unpack, while Jeongin lights the fire. Jeongin hears some ruffling and then some muffled swears before Chan comes back out with a frown. When Jeongin asks what’s wrong, Chan tells him he’s forgotten something, but won’t elaborate further.
They sit in silence for far too long. Jeongin gets up from the couch with a stretch, his hoodie riding up his stomach a little. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think Chan was checking him out. But he does know better, so he goes into the kitchen to find some sort of distraction.
“Hey, Chan? Wanna crack this open?” Jeongin asks, brandishing the wine bottle that was nestled in their gift basket.
“We have work tomorrow, Innie.” Chan admonishes, not all that seriously.
Jeongin rolls his eyes and parks himself on the couch right next to Chan. “It’s a lunch meeting, Channie .” Jeongin stresses his own version of the new nickname he just received. “Don’t get all uptight on me… I was looking forward to having fun with you.”
“Really?” Chan asks, his eyes sparkling in the way that makes Jeongin’s mouth dry.
“Hell yeah. There’s no amount of trouble that a couple of handsome Alphas can’t get into.” Jeongin replies, trying to break a little tension.
As he pops open the bottle of wine and pours some particularly full glasses, Chan frowns. Jeongin sees him out of the corner of his eye, but when he turns around, Chan is smiling good-naturedly. Weird . Jeongin thinks. But, hey, he’s not going to question it. He wants to have a good time with Chan, even if he can’t bury his cock- No! Bad Jeongin! He thinks, taking a sip of the wine to hide his rosy cheeks behind the glass.
To be fair, Jeongin doesn’t only like Chan for his pouty lips, twinkling eyes, curvy-with-muscles body and round ass. He also likes Chan because he’s so… Chan-like. Smart and assertive but also incredibly soft and caring. He would make the perfect carer for their pups- Jesus fucking Christ, Jeongin! Get it together!
The night becomes decidedly boring . They’re so tucked away in this tiny rural town that even the internet struggles to work where they’re staying. The perfect spot for a certain introverted writer to sequester himself in. Not very conducive to two work friends trying to pass the time until they meet with said writer. So Jeongin, like the complete, embarrassing idiot he is, decides to suggest playing truth or dare .
The highschool era game seems fitting considering Jeongin has such a hopeless pining crush on someone that he can’t have. He truly wishes he could push his instincts aside and mount Chan and fuck him until theyre both severely dehydrated. But it’s literally impossible. Some stupid evolutionary biological thing where an Alpha can’t get it up even if they really want to fuck an Alpha. And an Omega can’t produce any slick or prepare for another Omega cock. Jeongin has never hated being an Alpha more. Why couldn’t he have been born a beta? At least that way he’d be able to bottom for Chan. He’d take anything as long as it’s with Chan.
Because Chan is just so fucking cute. They’ve started on a second bottle of wine and Chan giggles at the suggestion of truth or dare, even though he agrees anyway. Giggles , high pitched and fucking adorable. Jeongin is ashamed to admit that his dick twitches. It’s that cute.
They start off with truths first, because of course they do. It’s all harmless stuff too. Like. ‘ Who is the most annoying person in the office? ’. They both agree that it’s Hyunjin, with his overdramatic complaining. (Even though they both like the Omega, he can still be entirely too whiny.)
Then the dares come. Again, nothing crazy, all very innocent and innocuous. Jeongin has no alternate agenda when he dares Chan to do aegyo. Well, no agenda besides trying to embarrass him, of course. Chan agrees, swallowing down his glass of wine and getting up to perform.
It’s as cringey as Jeongin expected, Chan talking in some dumb baby voice. But it’s also entirely endearing . It makes Jeongin’s misguided Alpha voice pipe up, Protect him, Care for him, Provide for him . Okay, so not the usual depraved Alpha urges, but still completely unnerving. Because Jeongin can’t have Chan, no matter how much he longs for him. This knowledge doesn’t stop him from saying the stupidest thing he has ever said out loud.
“It’s a shame that you’re not an Omega,” Jeongin blurts out, all too seriously for it to be a joke.
“What?” Chan asks, looking so very taken aback and confused.
Which is pretty fair. Chan sits back on the couch as Jeongin stays silent, wracking his brain for some kind of excuse. He settles for a half-truth.
“You’re just really adorable and… soft. Any Alpha would be lucky to have someone like you,” Jeongin finishes, studiously avoiding eye-contact.
To his surprise, Chan simply fills their glasses again, almost ignoring the thinly-veiled confession. Once Chan takes a few aggressive gulps from his own glass, he sets it down, looking relaxed once more.
“That dare was so cruel,” Chan jokes, seemingly forgetting about the awkward moment. “I need to give you something just as embarrassing,” he finishes.
I’m already embarrassed enough , Jeongin thinks pathetically, but waits for his dare just the same.
“I dare you to kiss me,” Chan says, as his gaze locks with Jeongin’s
“Are you serious?!” Jeongin chokes out, as he thinks ‘ please be serious, please be serious. ’
Chan watches his reaction with a measured gaze. Seemingly pleased with what he finds, he answers, “Mhm. Unless you forfeit, in which case you have to jump into the snow outside, naked.”
Jeongin laughs uneasily, “I remember the rules, Channie. Just making sure,” he says.
Then he leans forward, Chan following his lead. It’s a tentative movement. Jeongin is not sure why Chan would want to kiss another Alpha, when it can’t possibly lead anywhere. But then again, Jeongin wants it too, so, whatever. Chan’s gaze flicks from Jeongin’s eyes to his mouth. He definitely wants this as much, and it makes Jeongin’s insides curl with pleasure. Eyes closed now, their lips meet briefly, softly.
Then Chan pulls away, doubling over with a groan, clutching his stomach.
“Are you okay?” Jeongin asks.
He places a comforting hand on Chan’s back, but he flinches away from Jeongin’s touch. Jeongin removes his hand, watching Chan’s scrunched up face, he seems to be in a lot of pain. Chan groans and gasps for air, taking in shaky breaths.
“I can’t believe it,” Chan mumbles
“What? What’s going on?” Jeongin asks, definitely a little shaken.
“What day is it?” Chan groans out.
Jeongin becomes even more confused. “You should know what day it is! The meeting is tomor-”
“Just fucking tell me the date,” Chan grinds out.
“Oh, um. The 5th,” Jeongin finally replies.
“Fuck,” Chan groans, pulling himself up from the couch.
“Do you need anything? Can I do something?” Jeongin asks, not wanting to pry but wanting to help somehow.
“No. I need to go to my room. Just… we need to stop at a pharmacy before the meeting tomorrow.” Chan says, walking into his room.
“Done. Whatever you need, I’ll do it,” Jeongin promises to a retreating Chan.
He’s answered by the slamming of Chan’s door.
Jeongin manages to get a few good hours of sleep, despite worrying about Chan all night. He looked like he was really suffering. Unless… unless he was just faking it, to get out of kissing Jeongin. Maybe he regretted daring Jeongin to kiss him and was so disgusted by the idea, he faked an illness.
No, stupid Jeongin . Chan isn’t that cruel. He’d have said something, let Jeongin down easy. Jeongin thinks about checking on Chan as soon as he wakes up, but he decides to give Chan some space, instead. The cabin feels somehow even colder than it did when they went to bed. Jeongin shuffles through the house, going to light the fire again to defrost before they have to leave.
When he’s awake enough, he notices his surroundings. The view out the window isn’t much of a view anymore. The panes of glass rendered viewless by tight-packed snow. What was once the picturesque image of snowy mountains is now plain-white static.
Well, fuck . Looks like they’ll miss the meeting. Jeongin promptly calls the author they were supposed to meet with. The author is completely understanding, considering the overnight snow storm has blanketed most of the town. No one’s going anywhere for the next couple of days. Luckily their fridge is so overstocked.
Jeongin nestles into the couch, grabbing the book he’s currently reading. Immediately switching from ‘work mode’ to ‘leisure mode’. He may as well enjoy his impromptu holiday with Chan. Fuck, speaking of Chan, Jeongin should go check on him and give him an update. Just as he plants his feet back onto the floor, Chan wanders out of his room, clutching a heat-pack to his stomach.
Chan promptly notices the fact that they’re snowed in.“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” Chan whines, running an anxious hand through his damp hair.
“It’s okay, I rescheduled. Looks like we’ll be here for a couple days.” Jeongin replies, hoping to calm Chan’s worries.
“I don’t care about the meeting! I can’t go to the pharmacy,” Chan replies, face scruched into a panicked grimace.
“What do you need? I might have it.” Jeongin gets up, intending to go look in his own bag.
“I promise that you don’t.” chan replies, before falling to his knees with… a moan?
“Shit, Chan!” Jeongin rushes to his side.
He takes a deep breath as he assesses Chan. Jeongin immediately gets hit with the sickly sweet scent of chocolate and coconut. That can’t be right. Chan shouldn’t smell sweet . But then Chan lets out another moan, shaking in place.
“Chan… are you- are you in heat ?” Jeongin asks, scrambling back across the floor a couple feet.
Jeongin covers his mouth and nose, trying to block out the enticing scent as Chan gets his bearings. It just doesn't make sense, Chan’s an Alpha. He’s always smelt like cedar wood and coffee.
“I forgot my suppressants, I was gonna pick more up today,” Chan says, rocking himself on his knees, for comfort, Jeongin supposes.
Chan is a fucking Omega ?
“How? Why?” Jeongin splutters from behind his hands.
“Suppressants, scent sprays and birth control. As for why, it’s a lot easier getting by as an Alpha,” Chan says, levelling a mildly admonishing gaze towards Jeongin.
He’s right. Even getting a job is harder for an Omega. But none of that is in the forefront of Jeongin’s mind, because he is currently trapped in a cabin with his crush who is in heat. His inner wolf is barking and howling at this point. Luckily the logical part of his brain is louder.
“What do you want me to do?” Jeongin asks.
He would tackle Chan in a moment and breed him full if that’s what Chan asks. But he’s only concerned with what Chan wants, and will also do anything Chan asks, including keeping his distance.
“Just help me to my room.” Chan says.
It’s as clear of an answer he’s going to get. Chan doesn’t want to spend his heat with him, which is… fine. Jeongin isn’t a piece of shit. He can understand and accept when he’s not wanted, even if it hurts.
“Okay, let’s try and get you comfortable.” Jeongin replies, hoisting Chan into his arms.
Chan squeaks as he’s picked up bridal-style. Then Chan is nuzzling into Jeongin’s neck, scenting him.
Jeongin growls lowly, from the back of his throat. “Channie, be careful.” Jeongin warns.
And just like that, Chan briefly comes back to himself, pulling away from Jeongin’s neck. He mutters a soft ‘ sorry ’ as Jeongin places him in bed gently. Then Jeongin is leaving. Putting as much distance between Chan and himself as possible in the tiny cabin. He sighs, sitting in the lounge. He can still smell Chan, but it’s not as bad as when he was right next to him. He squeezes his painfully hard cock, for some sort of relief. It’s not his fault he’s around Bang Chan, the cutest person he’s ever met, in heat .
Fucking hell, Chan may be able to survive this, but Jeongin might not.
One hour. One single hour is all it takes before Chan is calling out to him.
“Innie, please. Please come here.” And Jeongin follows.
He opens Chan’s door and is met with an image straight from his filthiest dreams. Chan is spread out of the bed, wet with sweat and slick, his cock an angry red and his torso covered in his own seed.
“Please, Innie. I need you.” Chan wails, gabbing at his own abused cock.
With all of his strength, Jeongin holds himself back as he approaches Chan’s side. Letting out some calming pheromones, Jeongin runs a hand through Chan’s sweaty hair.
“I know, I know. It’s just your heat talking… You don’t actually want me like that, do you?” Jeongin asks with a sigh, voice soft and comforting.
“I promise, I do! I just didn’t ask earlier because I didn’t want to pressure you. But I can't stand it, I need you.”
Jeongin gulps, and Chan can tell he’s still hesitating. Even through his heat-daze, Chan remembers that he has some proof of his feelings. Reaching weakly over to the bedside table, Chan grabs his phone and unlocks it, finding his texts with Hyunjin and shoving them in Jeongin’s face. Jeongin grabs Chan’s wrist to steady the shaking hand, Chan moans in reaction to his touch on his bare skin, but Jeongin tries his best to ignore it.
Lo and behold, Chan and Hyunjin’s texts from the morning Chan picked Jeongin up.
Hyunjin: u nervous?
Chan: ofc I am, I’m going on a trip with my dream alpha ^-^
Hyunjin: too bad he doesn’t know ur an omega
Chan: yeah :((
Hyunjin: u cld just tell him??
Chan: No way!! He wld def freak out
Hyunjin: thats a shame, then there’s no way he’ll let you take that alpha knot that ur so desperate for
Chan: Am not!!!
Hyunjin: …
Chan: is it that obvious that I want him to rail me??
Hyunjin: yea.
Jeongin looks up from the phone and into Chan’s pleading eyes. “You’re dream alpha.” He automatically teases.
Chan groans.“Innie! Usually, I would find your incessant banter attractive, but not when I’m so desperate to be bred .”
Oh, right. Oh, fuck . Chan actually wants him, even without the intense pull of heat. Now that he has Chan’s consent, there’s nothing that can hold back his inner alpha from going feral. Jeongin crashes his lips against Chan’s, finally . The kiss is rough and bruising. Jeongin can taste the sweat on Chan’s upper lip, which fuels his desire even more. The salt of Chan’s skin makes Jeongin crave the taste of Chan’s sickly-sweet slick, instead. So, Jeongin reluctantly leaves Chan’s mouth to kiss down his body. Past his neck first, sucking and biting, marking his omega. He continues down to nibble at Chan’s chest. Jeongin moves to swirl a tongue around Chan’s hard nipple, pulling a moan from the omega.
“A-alpha!” Chan moans.
Jeongin lifts his head up, staring at Chan with a growl. “Say that again.” He demands.
“Alpha, please…” Chan whines, trying to pull Jeongin in closer, prompting him to do anything at all.
“Mmm good puppy.” Jeongin says.
Then he’s moving down again, trailing open mouth kisses down Chan’s torso, licking up the mess Chan has made on himself just before Jeongin joined him. He ignores Chan’s cock completely, making Chan let out a pitiful whine. But then Jeongin is at his intended destination. He grabs Chan by the thighs, licking a wet stripe over Chan’s fluttering hole.
Twin moans sound out, Chan’s due to the sensation and Jeongin’s from the heady sweetness of Chan’s slick.
“Fuck, you taste so good, pup.” Jeongin moans, before flattening his tongue back against Chan’s entrance.
Chan clutches at Jeongin’s hair harshly. Whining and writing as Jeongin leaves open mouth kisses against his hole, letting Chan’s constantly flowing slick soak his mouth and chin. It’s not long before he’s pushing inside, switching between fucking his tongue inside and sucking against Chan’s rim. The omega lets out a continuous string of moans and whimpers, clutching at Jeongin and riding his tongue, hips thrusting back and forth.
Jeongin pushes two fingers past Chan’s rim, fingering him and lapping at his hole simultaneously. His spare hand leaves Chan’s thigh to wrap around his cock, pumping it while he ravishes Chan’s ass.
“Hnng Innie Innie sto-“ Before Chan can finish his warning, an orgasm rips through his body, spilling cum over Jeongin’s fist.
Jeongin doesn’t waste any time letting Chan recover, knowing that his heat won’t be anywhere near satisfied while he’s empty, so Jeongin slowly starts to push his thick cockhead past Chan’s slippery walls. Chan mewls in response, eyes rolling back in his head.
“Oh God, Innie. You’re so big.” Chan moans.
“Shh, I know baby. Let your Alpha take care of you.”
A slight slip of the tongue, your alpha , but Chan doesn’t seem to notice it, so Jeongin continues as if nothing happened. Jeongin grabs Chan by the hips and Chan wraps his strong legs around Jeongin’s waist, impatiently trying to get Jeongin to sink in faster.
“Please, Please, deeper.” Chan begs
“It’s a lot to take in, just trying to be careful, pup.” Jeongin answers, caressing Chan’s flushed face.
“Don’t be careful, Innie, please. I want you to eviscerate me. Fuck me until I can’t take it anymore.” Chan begs, giving Jeongin the best ‘fuck me’ eyes he can muster.
Jeongin answers with a possessive growl. Chan can feel the way his cock twitches inside. Then Jeongin is folding him in half, pulling out just to slam all the way back in, making Chan squeal. Slick pours out as Jeongin fucks Chan deep and measured, making sure Chan can feel every inch of his swollen length.
Chan’s still-hard cock is leaking profusely, a pitiful mimic of the practical slick-geyser his hole has become. It sounds so wet and filthy, the sound of Jeongin’s cock plunging deep inside him, lewd squelching sounds. It’s almost imperceptible, though, competing with Chan’s moaning and wailing. Jeongin hitting so deep, a place that has never been reached by Chan’s previous partner. He feels high off of Jeongin’s scent mixing with his own. It reminds him of a campfire at the beach, Chan wants to drown and burn in it at the same time.
Jeongin wraps both arms around Chan, lifting him off the bed slightly so he can fuck into him harsher. With every quickened thrust, he jabs at Chan’s prostate dead-on. Chan knows he won’t last long, his second orgasm barrelling towards him at full speed. He’s so enraptured in the feeling that he can’t even try to warn Jeongin. One minute he’s clutching Jeongin’s tensed arms and the next, he’s clawing at his back as he spurts cum between their torsos.
The fluttering of Chan’s hole feels otherworldly around Jeongin, his hips stuttering for a moment. But then Chan is weakly pushing at his torso so he hurriedly pulls out. Thinking Chan means for him to stop the session there, he’s surprised when Chan uses his hard-fought strength to flip them over so Chan is hovering over him.
“I though you wanted me to fuck you until you can’t take it.” Jeongin says, eyeing Chan.
He seems quite lucid still, and his cock hangs heavy and red between his legs. Sure, he won’t be completely satisfied without getting a knot but Jeongin could have at least attempted to tire him out.
“I changed my mind.” Chan says as he shuffles down the bed.
Then Chan is using his pointed tongue to lick up the length of Jeongin’s cock, savouring the heady mix of his slick and Jeongin’s precum. Jeongin is shocked to realise that he previously had such an innocent impression of Chan. Which is currently being completely shattered as Chan drools over his cock like a desperate whore. He likes this version of Chan just as much, though.
Chan moves on from running his tongue all around Jeongin’s cock, now opening his plush lips to take Jeongin’s cock into his mouth. It’s hot and wet and Jeongin can’t quite decide whether he prefers this or Chan’s ass. It can be a tie, he decides. Chan is so good with his mouth, it’s criminal. He gets maybe half of Jeongin’s cock down his throat before having to admit defeat. To be fair, it’s not Chan’s fault, Jeongin is massive, even for an alpha.
Chan pops off to comment on exactly that. “I knew you’d be big, Innie. But this is even better than I imagined.”
“Aw, pup, you’ve been picturing my cock?” Jeongin asks condescendingly, stroking his thumb across Chan’s swollen lips.
Chan swats at Jeongin’s hand. “You already know I have,” Chan replies, before wrapping his lips back around Jeongin’s cock.
Jeongin groans loudly. A little pathetically, if you were to ask him. But Chan is suckling at his tip so aggressively that he swears his knot is starting to inflate. Chan starts bobbing his head up and down Jeongin’s length, using his calloused hands to work the rest of his cock. Just as he’s sure his knot starts to form, Chan pops off of his cock once again. He gives the tip another firm lick, gathering the precum that has just sprouted.
Then Chan is straddling his lap. He must be eager because Jeongin swears he blinked and Chan was suddenly hovering over him, a hand wrapped around Jeongin’s heavy cock. Jeongin can do nothing but cage Chan’s waist with his hands as Chan impales himself of Jeongin’s cock. The slide is easy with the copious amount of slick leaking from Chan, a sigh of relief from his lips as he’s finally full again.
Chan braces his hands on Jeongin’s taught stomach and immediately starts bouncing on Jeongin’s cock, muscles working overtime to slide all the way up and down his length. Jeongin is certain he’s died and gone to heaven. Or he would be, if not for the stinging sensation of Chan’s nails digging into his abs. Chan looks angelic as he rides him, his face blissed out in ecstasy, mumbling ‘ alpha, alpha, alpha ’ over and over again.
There’s not much leeway for Jeongin to buck up into Chan’s ass, Chan pushing down on Jeongin’s torso as he moves his hips with a vulgar kind of grace. Although it’s harder for alphas to form knots outside of their ruts, the sheer level of attraction Jeongin feels for Chan has his knot swollen to full size, throbbing with the desire to breed . But, unfortunately, Chan isn’t his mate, no matter how much Jeongin wants him to be.
That fact doesn’t seem to bother Chan, however, as he whimpers while repeatedly spearing himself on Jeongin’s impossibly thick cock. Every thrust downwards has Chan grinding against Jeongin’s knot, almost teasing his own hole with it. Jeongin can’t stop thinking about the fact that with a couple hard thrusts, he could force his knot past Chan’s rim, to fill him, to claim him.
He tries his best to hold back. But it’s really Chan who he should be worrying about, because he starts making his thrusts shallower. He’s practically just bouncing against Jeongin’s knot, mewling as he wiggles his hips. Surely the force he’s exerting against his own rim is painful, but the crease in his brow and his open mouth only spell pleasure. One particularly hard thrust makes the edge of Jeongin’s knot breach his hole.
Jeongin jolts and grabs Chan hard by his thighs. “Shit baby, slow down or you’re gonna accidentally take my knot.” He sounds unintentionally whiny. But it’s hard to think straight when his Alpha is screaming at him to pin Chan down and pump him full of his seed.
Chan desperately shakes his head, trying to move despite Jeongin’s harsh grip. “No, Alpha, I want it. I want it so bad,” he whines.
“Channie, are you sure? We don't have to.” Jeongin blinks up at him, caressing his thighs softly, now.
“We both know that my heat won’t be satisfied without your knot and neither will I. Please, Innie, I trust you, please do it.” Chan replies, punctuating his request by grinding hip hips again in circular motions.
Jeongin groans and finally allows himself to buck up into Chan’s heat. “Fuck, pup. Okay, I’ll give you my fat knot, baby.”
Chan keens in the back of his throat and then they’re both moving again. It’s desperate and quite counter-productive at first. Eventually they fall into a harmonious rhythm. Chan is a veritable mess, now that he’s been promised a knotting, drooling and crying, leaking profusely from his angry-red tip. Jeongin isn’t faring much better, though. Working up a thorough sweat as he wildly bucks up into Chan’s hole, his own thighs covered in Chan’s gushing slick.
“I- I’m close, Innie,” Chan moans, “give me your pups, please.”
Jeongin moans all too loudly. Sure, they’re both on birth control and he can’t impregnate Chan when he’s not in a rut, but fuck, if that sentance isn’t right out of one of Jeongin’s wet dreams.
“Alright, baby, I’m close too. Gonna give you my knot. I know you’re gonna take it so well.” Jeongin replies.
Chan merely whimpers back, so close he can barely think. Then Jeongin is grabbing his ass, spreading Chan’s cheeks as he plunges his cock deep inside, his knot popping past Chan’s rim. Chan wails, cumming all over Jeongin’s torso. Jeongin follows right after, cum pouring up into Chan, filling him until his lower belly bulges slightly. Chan’s oversensitive hole squeezes around Jeongin, milking the last of the cum from his cock.
Tangled up together while they wait for Jeongin’s knot to go down, they have no choice but to talk. Apparently Jeongin has never had much finesse with words because he all of a sudden blurts out his confession.
“I really like you, Chan,” he says.
Chan laughs at that, which makes Jeongin wince as he unintentionally clenches around him.
“If it wasn’t clear, I like you too,” Chan replies.
“Cool, cool, cool.”
A beat of silence, then Chan speaks again. “So… if you ever need a rut partner, I’m your guy.”
“Uh uh,” Jeongin teases, “You’re my omega .”
Chan blushes, “maybe I should start telling people the truth if we’re gonna start dating. I’ll be smelling like you all the time, it’ll be pretty hard to hide.”
“Ah, speaking of which…” Jeongin trails off and then he’s nuzzling into Chan’s neck, nipping as he scents him on either side, coating him in his scent.
“Now everyone is gonna know that you’re mine.” Jeongin growls, his inner alpha preening.
Chan nips at him in turn. “And you’re mine,” he replies, eyes sparkling.