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Jihoon wakes up to hot breath on the back of his neck.
“Wha?” he mumbles, still half-asleep and is met with a soft growl. The arms around his waist tighten, and slowly Jihoon notices the hard cock grinding against his ass.
Well. Jihoon can feel his own cock already hard with morning wood against his thigh, so...
He turns his head for a kiss, eyes still mostly closed, and is surprised when the kiss he gets is sloppy and desperate, even though it’s still so early in the morning. “Soonyoung,” he says, squinting his eyes open to peer at his boyfriend. “How long have you been up?”
Soonyoung looks wrecked with arousal. “I think,” he says in a low groan, “I’m going into rut.”
It takes a moment for the unfamiliar words to register, but when they do Jihoon feels the stirring burn of arousal in his belly spark into a flame. “Oh,” he says, swallowing against both nerves and excitement. They’ve talked about this a few times, set boundaries and safewords, but hadn’t had the chance to put anything in practice yet. It’s a good time for it, with a long weekend ahead.
“Is that okay?” Soonyoung asks, sounding nervous. Jihoon arches his back and grinds back against where Soonyoung’s cock, making him groan.
“Okay or not, you can’t help when you go into rut,” Jihoon tells him in a low voice. “Comes with being a tiger.”
That makes a growl rumble in Soonyoung’s chest as he pulls Jihoon close, drags him into a kiss so filthy it makes Jihoon shiver with arousal. “Gonna fuck you so hard,” he promises, the thrust of his hips becoming more forceful. “Gonna fill you up and breed you, fuck, you’ll look so good stuffed full of my come.”
“Fuck,” Jihoon gasps, because apparently rut only makes Soonyoung’s already filthy mouth even filthier. “Then do it, tiger.”
Soonyoung snarls at his words and rolls them over, manhandling Jihoon until he’s flat on his back with Soonyoung on top of him, their bodies pressed flush against each other. Jihoon’s legs are spread wide open, nearly mortifying in how vulnerable it feels, pinned in place under Soonyoung’s weight. Sparks of pleasure dance up Jihoon’s spine as Soonyoung uses all of that weight to grind their cocks together, the friction delicious even through their thin sweatpants.
Jihoon can’t help the moan that rips from his throat when he realises that he barely has any leverage in this position, can barely do anything except lie there and cling to Soonyoung, trying to grind back as Soonyoung ruts their hips together. Soonyoung kisses him fiercely, rough and desperate, and then drags his mouth down to Jihoon’s jaw, his neck, his collarbone, nipping sharply at the skin there without even bothering to pretend to be gentle.
“Soonyoung,” Jihoon gasps, fingers fisting in the loose fabric of Soonyoung’s sleep shirt. “Take off your clothes, wanna feel you.”
Most of the time, Soonyoung is an extremely obliging boyfriend. He’s usually more than happy to move to Jihoon’s every whim, both in and out of the bedroom.
This Soonyoung, tiger in rut, completely ignores Jihoon in favour of biting down where Jihoon’s neck meets his shoulder. His hips continue to rut against Jihoon desperately, his pace growing quicker and quicker, just using Jihoon’s body to chase his own orgasm. It’s so fucking hot, Jihoon thinks, throwing his head back with a cry and trying desperately to move his hips in rhythm with Soonyoung.
“Soonyoung,” Jihoon whines an embarrassingly short time later, panting hot breaths against Soonyoung’s cheek. “Wait, if you keep - ah - doing that I’m gonna- I’m gonna come...”
“Then come,” Soonyoung snarls, sucking Jihoon’s earlobe into his mouth, between his teeth, and Jihoon feels his body seize up as he comes, just from a bit of dry humping, right in his pants like he’s a fucking horny teenager again, a high keen ripping from his throat.
Soonyoung doesn’t even slow down, too busy chasing his own pleasure, and fuck, Jihoon might have just discovered a new kink because the sensitivity feels at once uncomfortable and absolutely delicious, and Jihoon can’t help the whine that sounds from his throat as he squirms, not sure if he’s moving towards or away from Soonyoung’s thrusts.
“Come on, come for me,” Jihoon moans, throwing his head back to bare his neck the way this Soonyoung seems to love. “So fucking hot when you’re just a tiger in rut...”
Soonyoung shudders, groaning in a voice that sounds wrenched out of him as he comes, hips jerking erratically as a dark wet spot forms on the front of Soonyoung’s sweatpants. Jihoon helps him ride through it the best he can, rolling his hips against Soonyoung in a steady pace, angling himself to keep the worst of the friction away from his own now oversensitive cock.
Eventually Soonyoung stops him with a growl, shifting up onto his hands and knees and staring at Jihoon’s body, his eyes catching transfixed on the wet spot in Jihoon’s pants, the bulge of Jihoon’s cock where he hasn’t gone completely soft yet.
“Like what you see?” Jihoon teases, emboldened by Soonyoung’s obvious interest. His Soonyoung clearly wants him, too, but there’s something about the raw hunger this Soonyoung shows so clearly on his face, the way he looks at Jihoon like he wants to devour him whole. It makes Jihoon feel slutty and sexy and so fucking hot.
Soonyoung dives back down to press his tongue into Jihoon’s mouth, sloppy and wet and absolutely disgusting, and it’s the hottest thing in the world. They pull apart only when Soonyoung finally, finally pulls Jihoon’s shirt over his head and latches his mouth around Jihoon’s nipple instead, swirling his tongue around the hard nub and sucking when Jihoon lets out a long groan at the feeling.
“Pants, off,” Jihoon demands, and whines when Soonyoung ignores him again, instead reaching up to roll Jihoon’s other nipple between his fingers.
“Please, please,” Jihoon hears himself beg, squirming a little under Soonyoung at being ignored. He reaches down to pull Soonyoung’s pants off, and suddenly Soonyoung is snarling, his hands around Jihoon’s wrists, pinning them to the bed above Jihoon’s head.
“Stay still,” Soonyoung hisses right in his face. “You’ll stay where I put you, understand?”
“Yes,” Jihoon whispers, his pulse racing. “Please, Soonyoung...”
Soonyoung gives him a warning growl, then lets go of Jihoon’s wrists. Jihoon stays still, obedient even as his mouth goes dry, watching as Soonyoung pulls his clothes off with his usual clumsy grace. His cock is already on its way back to hard, swinging heavy between Soonyoung’s legs, and Jihoon is struck with how much he wants to put it in his mouth.
“Wanna suck you off,” he hears himself saying, breathless and pleading. “Want you to fuck my mouth, wanna make you come down my throat-”
“No,” Soonyoung snarls, sending a thrill through Jihoon’s body that makes him keen. Soonyoung ignores him, rolling him over onto his stomach with rough hands and manhandling him until Jihoon’s facedown in the sheets with his ass up high. It’s such a fucking slutty position that it makes Jihoon flush red with shame, burying his embarrassed whine in the mattress.
Soonyoung doesn’t even notice, just knees Jihoon’s thighs apart even further and yanks Jihoon’s sweatpants down as far as they’ll go. Almost immediately, Soonyoung’s warm hands are forcing Jihoon’s cheeks apart, and then-
Jihoon lets out a strangled yelp when Soonyoung licks over his hole, clenching with surprise before he reminds himself to relax. Soonyoung doesn’t waste time with teasing, just licks purposefully at Jihoon’s hole until it’s wet and loose, then sharpens his tongue into a point and dips past the rim, earning a shout from Jihoon.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jihoon gasps between moans, fingers clenching and unclenching in the sheets desperately as he rocks back helplessly into Soonyoung’s tongue. Unthinking, he reaches down to grasp his rapidly hardening cock-
Quick as lightning, his hand is snatched away and wrenched behind his back, his whole body pinned down by Soonyoung’s larger frame. Soonyoung snarls viciously, teeth at Jihoon’s neck in a clear threat when he says, low and menacing, “Didn’t I tell you to stay fucking still?”
Jihoon swallows, heart pounding like crazy. “Yes,” he whispers, trembling with the adrenaline and arousal roaring through his body. “I- I’m sorry, I’ll stay still-”
“I don’t believe you,” Soonyoung hisses, and oh, oh, Jihoon has never felt like this, raw and vulnerable, like his chest has been split open and his heart laid bare as he feels himself shake apart under Soonyoung’s weight.
“I’ll be good,” Jihoon promises. Begs, because he needs Soonyoung, is desperate for his touch, his heat, his cock. “Please, please, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything you want-”
“You will if you know what’s good for you,” Soonyoung growls, sending a shock all the way down to Jihoon’s cock. “Maybe you’ve forgotten because of how much I’ve held back with you,” he tells Jihoon in a low, dangerous rumble, “but tigers are predators, carnivores. I could eat you alive.”
The words come out in almost a purr, and Jihoon feels himself shiver with anticipation. He stays still, relaxed, trusting, and says gently, “I’d let you.”
With a ferocious growl, Soonyoung sits back up and yanks Jihoon’s hips up into the air. He all but rips Jihoon’s sweatpants off and pressed a finger against Jihoon’s hole, firm and relentless even when Jihoon lets out a whine. Thanks to Soonyoung’s tongue earlier, the tip of his finger slips past Jihoon’s rim with little resistance, making Jihoon moan.
There’s a click and a squelch, and Jihoon doesn’t even care when Soonyoung had the time to get the lube because Soonyoung’s finger is in him, fucking him, stretching him open, and all he can think about is yes, feels good, more.
Soonyoung opens him up quick and dirty, perfunctory, not anything like Soonyoung’s usual penchant for gentle, feather-light strokes against Jihoon’s prostate that only tease and drive him mad. It’s been a while since Jihoon last bottomed, but he’s hardly a virgin, and it doesn’t take long before Soonyoung’s pumping three fingers in and out of a groaning Jihoon. His fingers crook into Jihoon’s prostate with every thrust like it’s second nature, before spreading wide to stretch Jihoon out for his cock.
“Please please please,” Jihoon is babbling, his own hands fisting tight into the sheets where Soonyoung put them. The stretch of Soonyoung’s fingers in his ass burns, but Jihoon can barely feel it. He’s so turned on he feels delirious. He doesn’t know what he’s begging for, but he’s sure Soonyoung will give it to him.
By the time Soonyoung pulls his fingers out, Jihoon is almost drooling in the sheets, clenching and unclenching his fists to remind himself to be good, to ignore his rock hard cock even as the leaking wet tip bobs against his stomach in the gentlest of touches, too much to ignore but too little to satisfy. He can be good and stay still, he thinks, even as a whine pulls out of his throat at the loss of Soonyoung’s fingers. He can be good for Soonyoung.
Soonyoung presses the lube-slick head of his cock right up against Jihoon’s hole and pushes in, steady and relentless, and Jihoon has never heard anything like the sound that wrenches itself from Jihoon’s throat, dark and hoarse and wrecked. “Fuck!” he cries, tears welling up in his eyes because he’s so full, so fucking full, and Soonyoung just keeps going, keeps pushing his fat cock into Jihoon’s hole, and maybe it’s their slapdash prep work but Soonyoung has never felt so fucking huge before.
Jihoon whimpers when Soonyoung bottoms out, his muscles squeezing and fluttering around the hard shape of Soonyoung’s cock before he can remind himself to relax, and then shrieks when Soonyoung snaps his hips forward, hard cock pushing deeper than Jihoon thinks it’s ever been.
And then he does it again, and again, and again, and Jihoon can do nothing but lie there and be fucked, each thrust forcing a choked sob out of his hoarse throat. Soonyoung grunts and growls and snarls, animalistic with his lust, and fucks into Jihoon harder, deeper, faster, dragging his cock against Jihoon’s prostate with every thrust until Jihoon’s eyes are rolling back in his head with pleasure.
“Fuck,” Jihoon sobs, tears falling freely from his eyes now. His cock is so hard it’s almost painful, red and throbbing and swinging between his legs with every thrust of Soonyoung’s hips. “Touch me,” he begs Soonyoung. “Please, touch me, need your hand on my cock, please...”
Soonyoung ignores him, pressing one hot hand on Jihoon’s back to keep his shoulders down and ass up as he shoves his cock into Jihoon, uncaring of Jihoon’s pleasure as he chases his own. Jihoon feels filthy and used, like he’s just a warm, wet hole for Soonyoung to fuck, and something must be wrong with him because he loves it, loves how his sweet, considerate Soonyoung has a vicious, selfish side too, loves being little more than a quivering cocksleeve for him.
“Touch me, please,” Jihoon gasps, desperate because it’s too much and not enough and he feels right on the edge of coming but a million miles away from it at the same time, and he could do this forever, just live his whole life split open on Soonyoung’s cock and giving him pleasure. “I can’t, wanna come, can’t, need you to touch me, please...!”
And Soonyoung denies him, nails biting into the meat of Jihoon’s shoulder, and Jihoon cries with equal parts frustration and satisfaction, and still Soonyoung’s pace never falters, each shove of his cock creating delicious friction against Jihoon’s prostate, and just like that Jihoon comes with a wail, untouched, cock twitching and spurting out strings of pearly white come all over their sheets as lightning-hot pleasure erupts under Jihoon’s skin, starting from his groin and rippling through his body, blinding him with its brilliance and stealing his breath away.
And still Soonyoung doesn’t pause, continuing to fuck into Jihoon like he hasn’t even noticed Jihoon’s orgasm, chest rumbling with an annoyed growl when Jihoon’s trembling legs give way and he collapses flat on the mattress. And oh, oh, the way Jihoon’s spent cock rubs against the wet sheets with every snap of Soonyoung’s hips makes him wail and whine, riding the line between pleasure and pain.
“Wait, wait,” Jihoon begs, even though he knows Soonyoung won’t listen to him, doesn’t want him to. “Wait, Soonyoung, it’s too much, ple- ahhhh...!”
His words fade into a moan as Soonyoung falls on top of him, sinking his weight onto Jihoon’s body like his cock sinks into Jihoon. His arms hook around Jihoon’s chest, holding him tight as Soonyoung chases his orgasm with frantic snaps of his hips. Soonyoung’s breath puffs hot over the back of Jihoon’s neck, his teeth grazing the flesh there like a threat and a promise all at once even as he whimpers quietly into Jihoon’s skin.
“Soonyoung,” Jihoon whines, because suddenly this is much more like his Soonyoung and the thought of it makes his heart hurt. He wraps his arms tight around Soonyoung’s hold on him and tries to project how much he loves Soonyoung, his Soonyoung and tiger-rut Soonyoung and everything in between.
When Soonyoung finally comes, he bites down hard on the nape of Jihoon’s neck and groans low, long and rough, loud even through his mouthful of Jihoon. Jihoon moans back, asshole fluttering at the thought of Soonyoung’s come buried deep in him, filling him up and marking him, so hot that even the sharp sting of pain from the bite can’t stop Jihoon’s poor limp cock from giving a weak twitch of interest.
They stay like that for a long while, tangled together until their breathing evens out and their pulses slow. Soonyoung does his best to pull out as gently as possible. The resulting squelch would normally make Jihoon complain with how disgusting it sounds, but he’s so exhausted he can barely manage a grumble of protest.
Soonyoung helps roll him onto his back, then cuddles close, pressing a gentle kiss to Jihoon’s mouth. Jihoon hums back, still not quite ready for words, and they doze for a while, trading lazy kisses and quiet noises, and Jihoon is so relaxed and tired and satisfied he feels like he’s floating on a cloud.
“How was that?” Soonyoung asks in a whisper, what feels like an eternity (or maybe half an hour or maybe just ten minutes? Jihoon’s sense of time has been fucked out of him) later. “Did you... like it?”
He sounds so nervous, Jihoon has to muster the strength to turn his head and stare at Soonyoung. “You fucked my brains out,” he tells Soonyoung bluntly. “Yes, I liked it. I liked it a lot and we should definitely do this again.”
Soonyoung smiles, a sweet, shy thing that is so at odds with the rut-crazy tiger persona he’s been roleplaying for the past hour that Jihoon can’t help the wave of affection and fondness that crashes over him. “Really?” he says bashfully, ducking his head. “You never liked the tiger thing, so I thought...”
“I am never going to say a single word against your tiger agenda ever again,” Jihoon declares fervently, and revels in the bright laugh it pulls from the man he loves more than anything in the world.