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Kim Dokja knows something is up from the moment he turns his key in the lock.
He can smell it. God, their neighbours can probably smell it too. The whole house positively reeks of sandalwood, honey-thick and cloying in the best possible way, with a less familiar undertone of something sleek and candied. Dokja might have panicked if not for the fact that he can’t pick up on any distress in his mate’s scent. As it is, his spotted tail simply swishes in curiosity as he locks the door behind him, unwilling to be interrupted by anything or anyone right now.
“Joonghyuk-ah? You okay?” He calls out, ears pricking up in anticipation for a reply. All he gets in return is a faint sound at the end of the hall where their bedroom is situated, ragged and breathy, and hearing it whips the predator beneath his skin into a frenzy. He knows that sound. Knows it because he’s the one who strings those slutty noises from Joonghyuk’s lips. Dokja doesn’t bother taking off his shoes or socks and tosses his coat at the coat rack without checking to see where it’s landed before turning around to stride down the hallway, heartbeat thumping in his ears. He has other priorities at the moment.
With every step he takes towards their bedroom, the heavenly aroma intensifies, doubles in strength to the point that all of Dokja’s other senses are muffled. That underlying sweetness is heat scent, he’s sure of it. Only the beginnings of it, yes, but he’s scented Joonghyuk enough to be able to pick up on any changes relatively quickly. Heat isn’t as big a deal with predator-and-predator relationships as it is with predator-and-prey ones, but it’s enough to make Dokja pick up his pace, abandoning his briefcase and laptop bag in the hallway. “Pup? I know you’re home. I’d appreciate a response. A verbal one.”
Joonghyuk doesn’t reply— not with words, at least, and a scowl flashes over Dokja’s face when he hears a soft moan coming from their bedroom. He has to be ignoring him on purpose, he rationalises. Not even heat could keep a wolf’s sharp ears from picking up on Dokja’s voice, which means Joonghyuk is trying to rile him up on purpose. His mate is making the sweetest noises behind that door and he can already envision him in his mind’s eye, how he’ll have his pretty puppy writhing beneath him on their bed in a few short moments, pink tongue lolling out from between his plump lips. Distantly, he realises that his mouth is watering; he clenches his fists to keep from lunging towards the door, trying desperately to keep a cool head. Is this why Joonghyuk hadn’t wanted to come along for his birthday dinner?
His shoes come to a stop in front of their bedroom door. As if in response to his presence, a lewd squelch rings out and a dizzying amount of desire to claim fills him from head to toe. It takes a truly astounding amount of restraint to keep himself from ripping the door off its hinges. “Last warning. When I speak to you, I expect an answer, puppy.” Joonghyuk squeaks something unintelligible, but he still doesn’t provide a response and Dokja feels his blood burn hotter than it ever has before. He loves his mate more than life itself, but the nature of their relationship with them both being predators means that they butt heads on a regular basis. Both of them are stubborn and take no shit, which only makes the rare occasions when Joonghyuk willingly chooses to submit to him that much sweeter.
And if Joonghyuk chooses not to behave, well. Dokja will just have to make him.
“Yoo Joonghyuk,” he says calmly, and he knows his voice has dropped into a throaty rumble. There’s a very real threat in his tone, and all noise ceases from the other side of the door as if his wolf has finally realised the amount of trouble he’s in. “I’m coming in.”
“D… Dokja-yah!” His mate finally stammers out, too little too late. “Wait—“
He should have waited, really. He is not at all prepared for what he sees when he pushes the door open, and the sight before him dizzies him with all the force of a sledgehammer. The doorknob nearly comes off when Dokja slams the door shut behind him, eyes glued to his mate’s figure. Yoo Joonghyuk is frozen with his hand between his legs, looking back at him with a red, flushed face, his pink mouth open in a lovely glossy O. Lingerie hugs his curves snugly, bralette and panties a matching set, all satin and lace. Dokja’s eyes are quickly drawn to the sheer silk stockings that cling to his mate’s sculpted legs, all the way up to his thighs. The cute salmon pink bow sitting atop his hair is the cherry on top and Dokja laughs in pure delight as he strides forwards to pull Joonghyuk into a biting kiss.
“My gorgeous puppy. You wanted to doll yourself up as my birthday present, huh?” Dokja hums, hooking a finger under the hem of Joonghyuk’s bralette and tugging at it playfully. His mate’s tail begins to thump excitedly behind him, eager for attention, and Dokja almost feels bad about bursting his bubble. Almost. “It’s a shame you ignored me. And you started touching yourself without my permission? That’s not something a good boy does, now is it?”
A high-pitched moan catches in his pup’s throat when Dokja’s fang scrapes his bottom lip, weak and needy. His fluffy ears fold flat in shame atop his head, but the defiant look he shoots Dokja says otherwise. “No! I’m good. Just… missed you. S’heat instinct,” he complains, a pout on his lips that the older predator promptly kisses away. He pinches Joonghyuk’s cheek hard enough that it earns a pitiful whine of displeasure and a pair of begging puppy-dog eyes that he ignores thanks to years of practise.
“You’re cute, but that isn’t a good enough reason to ignore me when I’m speaking to you. I know you have a higher tolerance to heat than you pretend you do.” Dokja says as he presses a firm hand between Joonghyuk’s thighs. It’s amusing how damp his panties are, practically dripping with wetness. He flips his puppy over in one swift move and delivers a sharp slap to his clothed ass, smiling when Joonghyuk cries out in pain and begins to sniffle like a kicked puppy. Really, he’s just lucky that Dokja hadn’t put any real effort into that hit. “Hyuk-ah. Get on the floor and kneel before I spank your ass black and blue.”
“Don’t wanna,” Joonghyuk shakes his head with a bratty whine, frustration in his knotted brows as he paws at Dokja balefully. Of course there are days when he lets this kind of behaviour slide, but today is not one of those days and it seems that his mate hasn’t gotten the message yet. There’s something about Joonghyuk’s heat that makes him eons more wanton and whorish, an uncommon treat that he doesn’t get to indulge often. “Want you in me, fuck me till I cry. Love your cock, so ple-e-ase… I’m in heat, Dokja-yah, don’t be mean—“
A sharp crack over his face silences him. Dokja shakes out his hand even though there isn’t any sting before digging his thumb into the freshly-bloomed handprint on Joonghyuk’s pretty face, making his wolf wince away from his touch with a soft whimper. “Slut. I’ve spoiled you too much if you really thought you could talk to me like that and get away with it. I think you’ve forgotten your place— beneath me.” He squeezes Joonghyuk’s jaw, danger seeping into his voice. “Now. Do as I told you, or I’ll leave you to suffer through your heat alone. It’s up to you, puppy.”
Joonghyuk bites his lip in upset. It’s obvious that he wants to contest it, but the idea of going through his heat without aid is a sufficient motivator for good behaviour and he obeys slowly, crawling off the bed and getting on his knees. They had gotten a carpet for this exact reason, so Joonghyuk wouldn’t hurt his knees when kneeling for extended periods of time, but Dokja isn’t interested in drawing this out any longer. Today is his birthday. Why should he deny himself a warm, wet hole to fuck just because his puppy has decided to be disobedient? Better for him to take his own pleasure and maybe if Joonghyuk begs prettily enough, he’ll deign to make him feel good too.
He can admit that the lingerie was a good choice. Dokja’s hungry eyes rake over the white ribbons that curl over his hips and frame his toned waist in flattering fashion. He recognises a bribe when he sees one, even one as subtle as this. Joonghyuk hates the color white. He wouldn’t wear it even on Dokja’s birthday unless he was planning to be bratty and knew he needed some leverage. And that deserves punishment.
A tongue laves over his shoe. Dokja glances down to see Joonghyuk bent over his work shoes, lapping at them shyly the way an actual puppy would. It makes achingly-hot arousal explode in his gut, but he bites his tongue to keep from immediately granting forgiveness. What would be the consequence for disobedience if he let Joonghyuk off the hook every single time? Dokja shooes him off and flicks an insistent hand at their bedside drawer, gazing at the younger predator with disinterest. “If I wanted you to lick my shoes like a mutt, I’d tell you to. Get me your collar. The cock ring. And the ring gag,” he adds as an afterthought. “You didn’t want to answer me when I asked you a direct question, so I’ll gag that useless mouth of yours.”
Joonghyuk swallows tightly, ears drooped in unhappiness and lips curved into a tiny moue. Pearly tears have already gathered in his wolf’s haze-filled eyes like clockwork. Despite that, his cock still strains at his stained underwear and so Dokja doesn’t pay his tears any mind beyond the slight stirring of lust in his gut. His mate is always so sensitive when he’s in heat. It only makes it more fun to bully him.
Once Joonghyuk sees that he’ll get no sympathy, he meekly moves to obey, his tail sadly dragging behind him as he pulls the bottommost drawer open and begins to rummage through it for the specific toys Dokja had named. He makes for such a pathetic sight that part of the snow leopard is genuinely tempted to scoop him up into his arms and smatter loving kisses over his pretty petulant face. He might have, if not for the fact that he’d caught Joonghyuk with his hand shoved into his panties like a desperate whore.
Instead, he takes the collar and snaps it shut around Joonghyuk’s throat, admiring the pristine letters etched into its cold black leather. Property of the Demon King of Salvation. His mate gasps out a breathy note when it’s on, clinging to his pants with glassy eyes and a tight grip, and Dokja strokes his hair gently, taking the opportunity to slip on his cock ring as well. Joonghyuk jerks a little when he feels cool metal settle around the base of his dick, but that’s all. His collar always seems to help Joonghyuk sink deeper into subspace. He’d said once that the weight of it was comforting. “Good boy. See? Isn’t it better when you listen to me?”
“Yes… I want to be g-good for you. Sorry, Dokja-yah. I won’t do it again.” Joonghyuk mumbles out with his eyes on the floor, ears folded against his skull and tail drooped against the ground, the perfect picture of genuine guilt and obedience. Dokja just clicks his tongue in knowing distaste and drags his mate up by the collar, unceremoniously tossing him onto the bed with one arm. Joonghyuk squawks in surprise when he lands with a muffled thump, eyes growing round and wet, but when Dokja looks at him he sees that his pupils are blown wide. His puppy has always been a sucker for shows of strength, and it seems that hasn’t changed one bit. He positions Joonghyuk so his head is hanging off the edge of the bed and relishes the whimper of confusion he gets before he rakes a hand through his wolf’s curls, tugging lightly to remind him of his place.
“You said that last time too. I don’t want to hear it. Your mouth is better used sucking my cock.” Scooping up the ring gag, he secures it to Joonghyuk’s face to force his jaw wide, drool already beginning to trickle down his cheek. Dokja unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, smiling when flustered realisation flutters in Joonghyuk’s eyes. He slaps his thick cock against the younger male’s cheek and grins, all teeth when they lock gazes. “Do yourself a favor and remember to breathe.”
Dokja doesn’t give him any time to prepare. He shoves in all the way and groans in pleasure when the tight pressure haloing his cock spasms in shock. Joonghyuk’s throat is heaven. It’s soft and hot, constricting his cock in all the right places, and the wretched sound his puppy makes when Dokja shoves in without warning will be replaying in his head for the next several weeks. Joonghyuk coughs wetly around him, tears streaming down his face, but he lays there obediently and lets Dokja fuck his face without so much as struggling. Unfortunately for him, it’s not at all enough to make up for how he’d acted earlier.
Dokja had chosen this position for a reason. Like this, he can get deeper than ever and he feels the tip of his dick prod against the back of his puppy’s throat when he rocks in sharply, earning an involuntary gag that sends vibrations rippling up his length. Dokja’s hips buck up without meaning to and Joonghyuk lets out a pained whimper when he’s suffocated for a few seconds, sniffing weakly and looking dazed beyond speech. Dokja sets a gentle hand on his shoulder, checking in on him, but when Joonghyuk doesn’t try to tap out with their specific non-verbal safeword he just fucks in harder.
“You like choking on cock that much, puppy?” It’s a rhetorical question, but Joonghyuk bobs his head in stupid agreement as best he can, his eyes glazed over, tail weakly wagging between his legs. Dokja laughs, equal parts scorn and affection, and snaps his hips in deeper, relishing the warm, plush heat that surrounds his dick. He pulls his cock out just long enough to give Joonghyuk a second of air before he thrusts back in, smiling wickedly when he hears a strained cry of pain. “Of course you do. Maybe you should have been born a rabbit, huh? Being a wolf is wasted on you. All you want is to be fucked day and night until your brain leaks out your ears like the dumb whore you are.”
His wolf lets out a little whine of disagreement, his eyes watering once more as he tries to garble something out. He’s rudely cut off when Dokja seizes a fistful of his hair and yanks him closer at the same time that he slams his cock in, suddenly enough that Joonghyuk gags violently and grabs Dokja’s thighs in an attempt to stop him. “‘m nn-uh-uh!! Hnghh!” He pulls out just enough to see a messy string of spit drip from Joonghyuk’s slack mouth before fucking back in, loving the tight heat and the way Joonghyuk’s throat convulses pathetically around him, a spasming cocksleeve that was made for him to sheathe his dick in. His mate sobs softly, eyes screwed shut as he’s forced to take the abuse. There’s a bulge in the base of his throat and Dokja laughs when he sees it, rubbing a thumb over the stretched skin there.
“You should really know better than to be bratty with me, Joonghyukie. But I guess you aren’t smart enough to understand you aren’t in charge. Stupid mutt. Look at you, you’re drooling all over my cock like the dog you are.” Ignoring his incoherent pleas, Dokja just holds him in place and pushes his dick in even deeper until his mate’s nose is squashed against his flesh. He’s hitting the back of Joonghyuk’s throat with every brutal thrust and Joonghyuk is wailing, squirming, sobbing fat tears as he fights for air, only to be denied it at every turn. Breathing is a privilege that he hasn’t yet earned.
It’s only when Joonghyuk’s lashes begin to flutter and his eyes slide shut that Dokja finally yanks his cock out. His wolf rolls over, chest heaving desperately for air as he sobs so hard that the snow leopard begins to feel genuine worry. He reaches forwards, about to check if he’s okay again before he’s abruptly pounced upon and a hot mouth fastens itself around his cock, tight as a suction. “‘nna be good. ‘m a good boy. N’t a mutt,” Joonghyuk mumbles out from around his cock, peeking up at him with those pretty pleading eyes again, and hollows out his cheeks before he forces himself to take Dokja to the hilt. He gags a few times and more tears streak his cheeks, but he keeps going with a determined, cute little frown that melts Dokja’s heart to see.
“Very good. My good, obedient puppy,” he agrees with an exhale, grabbing ahold of Joonghyuk’s collar and fucking in at a halting pace. The praise makes his wolf’s eyes light up and Dokja ruffles his hair lightly, petting over his ears. This time, he makes sure not to choke his mate too badly, but Joonghyuk seems hyperfocused on making him come through any means necessary. He swallows around Dokja’s girth, tongue swiping the underside of his head, and the coil of lust in his gut tightens and tightens until he ends up spilling his load down Joonghyuk’s throat. His puppy swallows it all down obediently, not spilling a single drop and warming Dokja’s cock until Dokja guides his wet mouth off and the ring gag with it. Joonghyuk looks at him with half-lidded eyes, hair mussed from sex and lips slick with spit and cum, and smiles dopily.
“F-Fuck me now?” He rasps out hopefully, fluffy tail wagging in an enthusiastic plea. It’s adorable and ridiculously tempting as it is, but then he goes one step further. “Please, I was—was good, wasn’t I? Puppy wants your cock, please, please, ‘m so hot, inside—“ He rolls over, face-up, and spreads his legs for Dokja’s viewing pleasure. His hands creep down to pull his cheeks apart, presenting himself obediently, and the snow leopard feels his mouth dry up. His pretty hole is leaking with slick, obscene and terribly, terribly lewd, and the last thinning thread of Dokja’s control snaps. Fuck, he’d been meaning to tan Joonghyuk’s ass red for all that bullshit earlier, but being presented with a sight like this… who could refuse it?
“You’re such a needy bitch. Count yourself lucky that I’m kind enough to fuck you. I should throw you out on the streets and leave you to get pupped by the entire neighbourhood,” Dokja snarls out, roughly yanking at Joonghyuk’s ankle to bring him closer. Joonghyuk just moans like a whore at the insult, pink tongue lolling out from between his swollen lips. Something cheeky flashes in his eyes, a silent we both know you’re too possessive to do anything of the sort, and Dokja growls as he shoves Joonghyuk’s legs further apart. Predators don’t leak this much even when they’re in heat, not to mention that lube and slick have vastly different smells. He shoots Joonghyuk a truly withering look. “So this is what you were doing when I walked in, huh? Were you fucking your slutty ass open with your fingers for me? Are you that cockhungry?”
Joonghyuk lets out a pitiful mewl, his eyes wet and tremendously sorry. “Puppy’s sorry, s-sorry. Don’t be mad. Just w-wanted you,” His mate whimpers apologetically, hands curling over his eyes like paws. The look he gives Dokja sends all sorts of signals straight to his cock and he huffs out an annoyed breath, ripping Joonghyuk’s panties right off him. It’s a shame because this set really had been quite pretty, but they can buy more later. Right now— he buries his head between Joonghyuk’s thighs and licks a fat stripe up his hole without hesitation, careful not to let his razor-sharp fangs scrape bare skin. He tongues the flat of his hole before actually dipping inside, and his wolf gasps and shudders hard against him, rocking up against his tongue eagerly.
Opening him up is simple considering how ready he is for cock already. Dokja digs his fingers into Joonghyuk’s flesh to pull it further apart so he can have easier access to his puppy’s slick hole, leaving cruel imprints of his nails behind. The action makes his mate choke on a weak gasp, the slack ring of muscle fluttering sweetly in response to the pressure of his tongue against his rim. Dokja is sure that he’s leaving oddly-shaped bruises where his fingers are, but he can’t bring himself to care. If anything, he’ll certainly enjoy watching Joonghyuk hobble to the bathroom later, his skin discolored by blue-black marks of all shapes and sizes.
Joonghyuk actually screams when Dokja nibbles at his rim. His tail, now matted with his own slick, thrashes in an attempt to whack him away, but Dokja just laughs and teases his teeth at Joonghyuk’s sensitive hole anyway. He can only imagine how sore his mate is all over, from being manhandled to being face-fucked to now getting rimmed, and the thought delights the sadistic side of him. It isn’t often that he gets to unravel Joonghyuk this thoroughly, after all. “No, no!” His wolf sobs, squirming against his mouth like a rabbit caught in a trap. Dokja finally pulls his mouth away, licking his fangs in satisfaction, and Joonghyuk goes slack, body open and ready for the taking. His hole is sopping wet, begging for a cock inside, and Dokja takes ahold of his own length. “Please, please, fuck me—I’ve been g-guh-good, please, been a good boy, f-fuck me—“
“You asked for it.” Dokja says gently, and fucks in so hard that Joonghyuk actually strangles himself with how hard he gasps for breath. There’s no waiting, no giving his mate time to adjust; he forces Joonghyuk’s resisting body to accomodate his size, shoving his way deeper and deeper to the point that he’s practically rearranging Joonghyuk’s insides to fit him. His puppy’s eyes roll up to the back of his head and he sobs, tears rolling down his cheeks, puffy, swollen hole straining around Dokja’s length in a desperate attempt to swallow him up completely. He’s babbling something, incoherent and wailing too hard to be really understood. Dokja pays him no mind and pounds into him the way one would a fleshlight. Joonghyuk’s hot insides suck him in deeper and deeper, needy walls flexing around his dick for more. Each thrust is so vicious that Joonghyuk lurches up against the sheets, only to be held in place by Dokja’s punishing grip.
“How are you still so tight inside?” He growls out, leaning down to sink his fangs into Joonghyuk’s throat. His poor puppy is near unresponsive; he’s trembling, legs wrapped around Dokja’s waist, and there’s a dumb look in his eyes that makes Dokja snarl in fierce pride. He did that to Joonghyuk. Nobody else. Moan after broken moan spills from his mate’s quivering lips, making him drool into the sheets, and Dokja hooks a finger through the ring in Joonghyuk’s collar and yanks. The force drags Joonghyuk upwards, drawing his back into a pretty arch and Dokja catches him before capturing his lips in a vicious kiss. Joonghyuk whimpers softly against him, head lolling uselessly like a doll, and Dokja glances down to see that his cock is nearly purple from being denied orgasm. It’s spurting tiny amounts of precum and Dokja grinds his hips in deeper, making sure to press up against his prostate so he can see the way Joonghyuk begins to weep even harder from the stimulation.
“Ah! Ah, haaah, hnn, so good…” Joonghyuk blabbers mindlessly, arching against him for more. He’s clawing at Dokja’s back, presumably leaving scratches if not outright wounds, but Dokja doesn’t feel it at all. The only sensation he’s focused on is the strangling heat wrapped around his cock. Joonghyuk squeezes him so tight inside that it’s like he’s trying to milk Dokja of all his cum, sucking in the snow leopard’s entire cock so well and making his poor puppy hiccup from the overwhelming feelings. “Dokja! Ah, please, m-more, s’good, please…”
Dokja snorts, a medley of predator possessiveness and lust mixing in his gut. To see Joonghyuk so fucked dumb is something nobody else has the privilege of. Nobody besides him even knows this side of Joonghyuk exists, let alone be able to lay their eyes on it. “Yah, Yoo Joonghyuk. Aren’t you supposed to be a big bad wolf? Mr Supreme King? Nevermind that, though. You look your best when you’re sobbing your eyes out on my cock. Your only use is as a cocksleeve. I should keep you tied up in bed with your legs spread, use you whenever I want.” Joonghyuk’s mouth falls open in a wordless cry and Dokja takes that as invitation to roughly shove his fingers into his mouth. On any other day he might feel bad for doing this after he’d fucked his throat raw earlier, but Dokja isn’t in the mood for mercy and so he fucks his fingers deeper until they reach his throat, ignoring the way Joonghyuk claws desperately at him to stop. Like this, Joonghyuk looks perfect; his slutty expressions set a fire in Dokja’s ribcage alight, what with his teary eyes and panting mouth and the drool on his chin. A debauched, ruined whore, all for him. It’s the best birthday present he could possibly have.
“W-Waa-it… h-hur’s…” Joonghyuk whimpers softly around the fingers in his mouth, peering up at Dokja with shiny, tear-filled eyes. He doesn’t need to keep speaking for Dokja to understand what he’s asking for: a break, some time to recuperate, a moment to catch his breath. Dokja provides none of that. If his puppy can still speak, then he’s not being fucked hard enough. He steadily pounds into Joonghyuk until his brain is mush and he isn’t sure what time it is anymore, amused by the litany of mewls coming from his mate’s mouth and the slick, wet squelches that Joonghyuk’s needy hole makes. It’s like his whole body is an instrument meant to be played with. Dokja pinches his nipples through his bralette, making Joonghyuk’s useless mouth fall open in a pained, yet aroused moan.
He knows how to tell when Joonghyuk is reaching his breaking point. It’s near now, and Dokja slows his thrusts, makes them infinitely more gentle, though he does continue to needle at his prostate so he can hear those adorable huffs of air that Joonghyuk takes to try and keep himself from crying out too loud. The bulge in his stomach is prominent and Dokja rubs himself through his mate’s tummy, groaning at the strange, delicious sensation. Then he flicks the head of his puppy’s cock. That one earns a reaction; Joonghyuk’s hips jump up, his whole body going stiff, and a weak groan slips past his lips. “Please. Please,” he whispers, voice wrecked, near breaking. His bottom lip wobbles, vulnerable, practically delirious with pleasure. He’s finally been exhausted, and Dokja kisses him on the lips and slides the cockring off.
“Come for me.”
The result is instantaneous. Joonghyuk’s canines scrape over Dokja’s shoulder as he comes hard with a destroyed whine, so fucked out of his mind that all he can do is shudder and shake pathetically. He’s spilling slick everywhere, insides twitching and constricting like a vice when he finally reaches his orgasm and Dokja gives in to his own pleasure as well. He fills Joonghyuk up to the brim, his own vision flashing white for a good minute. His walls are hot and soft and sticky, still gripping his cock hard, and Dokja blows out an aroused breath. He’s about to suggest that they take a break when a demanding hand wraps around his wrist, holding him in place. He looks down only to see his wolf gazing at him with clouded eyes, yet ones that are filled with lust. The scent of heat thickens to a fog, and Dokja’s cock chubs up in response.
“We’re… not… done yet.”
“Hmph. All predators are the same,” Joonghyuk sniffs, distinctly unimpressed as he eats his biscuits with a scrunched nose. They’ve just finished their fourth round and Dokja made them take a break for water and a snack. He gazes a bit dolefully at the ruined lingerie on the floor before he turns a judgemental look on Dokja. “You can’t even tell when you’re being manipulated because you get so knotdrunk on my heat scent. Fool.”
“You’re a predator too, in case you forgot! And I just didn’t want to go too far and actually hurt you.” Dokja snaps out, cheeks burning with embarrassment. His eyes remain fixed to Joonghyuk’s chest, tracing the bite marks and hickeys he’d left there during their frenzied lovemaking, and Joonghyuk casts a sour glance over his shoulder.
“I might be a predator, but I’m not stupid like you.” He then adopts a higher pitch, but because his voice remains flat as ever it only serves as further mockery. ”Don’t tell me you actually fell for ‘Puppy’s sorry. Just wanted you’? Really? You didn’t think for a second that I was just saying it to get out of punishment?”
”Fine. You got the upper hand, congrats. Have fun going through the rest of your heat alone, Yoo Joonghyuk.” Dokja snaps, seizing Joonghyuk by the ear and earning a pained yelp before he tugs the younger predator into a rough, fiery kiss. Joonghyuk gasps into his mouth, still a little dizzy from lingering pleasure, but quickly summons a sharp response.
“So now you’re going to leave your mate to go through heat alone because you’re embarrassed you got tricked? Knothead.”
Enough. God, Joonghyuk can be so fucking mouthy sometimes, and the only person who can deflate the cheeky brat is him. Dokja flips Joonghyuk onto his back and shoves his legs apart, stuffing two fingers into his weeping ass. His wolf moans weakly beneath him, staring up at him with wide, surprised eyes, and Dokja licks his lips. He can feel his fangs poking out from under his upper lip, and gives his mate a dangerous smile. “If you have the energy to talk, you have the energy for sex. Let’s see how cocky you are once I fuck all your braincells out.”