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Hyunjin doesn’t know the exact sequence of the events leading up to this.
“Oh, Jeonginnie, feels good,” Jisung pants, hips rocking rhythmically in Jeongin’s lap, “So deep in me, so good.”
“Hyung,” Jeongin’s voice comes out as a plea.
“Just a bit more for hyung, alright?” Jisung hiccups out, bracing his hands on Jeongin’s stomach for balance as he continues to ride him with scary precision. Even with his laser focus on getting himself to orgasm, Hyunjin watches as he takes a moment to trace the lines of their baby alpha’s abs before his greedy hands start to grope more sensitive areas—his chest, then his nipples, then his freshly marked scent glands. “Just hold on a little longer.”
Chan warned them this might happen. Placing a mating mark is a highly intimate—and in most cases, arousing—moment. With a pack as large and sexually active as theirs, the effects of claiming are amplified to an extreme when done all at once. If Chan had marked them all singularly as they presented and individually decided they wanted to be a part of his pack, it wouldn’t have been so intense, but their alpha was resolute in his decision to wait until everyone was of equal standing before going through with such a big step.
With Jisung’s presentation months behind them now, Chan finally agreed to take the leap a week ago after applying for the group to have some time off at the company. The claiming ceremony had naturally evolved into an orgy, and Hyunjin’s pretty sure at least two or more pack members were having some sort of sex for the next twenty-four hours straight. The whole thing was a perfect bonding moment for the pack but also physically exhausting—enough so that Hyunjin hasn’t so much as touched himself since.
He thought the fatigue extended to the rest of the group as well, despite Chan’s shy warnings beforehand of the possible lingering aftereffects. Hence why he thought he could cozy up in the nesting room to read his book, maybe take a nap if he gets comfortable enough.
Jeongin and Jisung had already been in the room before Hyunjin entered, but he thought nothing of it. The members hang out here all the time for the same reason Hyunjin sought it out to begin with—to be surrounded by the comforting scents of their pack—and it looked like they were dozing anyway.
He got absorbed in his book pretty soon after, so into what he was reading that he didn’t notice immediately when the two of them started to have sex. But when he did realize that’s what they were doing, he began to wonder if they had already been in the middle of it when he walked in. The nesting room had been where Chan finally laid his claim on them and thus also where the subsequent orgy took place and so the walls still reeked of sex, effectively masking their aroused scents from Hyunjin’s nose. Their previous positions looked like they were simply cuddling up to each other, but perhaps Jeongin had already been inside of Jisung at that point, Hyunjin really doesn’t know.
He couldn’t help but feel it would’ve been rude to leave at that point. If they didn’t say anything when he first interrupted them, he’s inclined to believe they welcome an audience. He was still too drained to consider participating, but he’s content to sit at a comfortable distance and continue his book while the two of them get their rocks off. Perhaps the slow and steady rhythm they set could even lull him to sleep.
But what had started as gentle lovemaking soon turned into animalistic fucking. When the pace Jeongin set wasn’t meeting his expectations, Jisung flipped the alpha onto his back and sat himself directly on his cock. And with the position swap came a much bolder omega, his mouth opening to spill filth as he rode Jeongin for all it was worth.
Of course it’s starting to become a distraction. It would be weirder if Hyunjin could still focus on his book.
“Deeper,” Jisung babbles mindlessly. “Deeper, please, deeper.”
“Hyung,” Jeongin repeats, more desperate this time. “I can’t, I can’t—”
“Jeonginnie,” the omega interjects, “you can. Hyung needs it, you can, right? For hyung?”
Hyunjin’s eyes blankly scan the same paragraph for the fifth time. He can’t remember what’s happening to the characters in the story now, or what happened before, or what his book is even about.
“Too much,” the alpha responds, “Sorry, hyung, I—”
“You can,” Jisung says in an uncharacteristically demanding tone. “I know you’ve got it in you, baby. Give it to me. Give it to hyung.”
Okay. Book is officially taking the back burner. It’s clear Hyunjin won’t be able to focus on it now anyway. He throws it to the side after bookmarking his page, finally placing his full attention on the scene in front of him.
Jeongin is flushed from head to toe, skin tinged pink and covered in a sheen of sweat. His face is wrinkled in a confusing mix of arousal and discomfort, and it looks like he’s struggling to decide which one he feels more intensely at that moment.
But Jisung looks… crazed. Primal. Like he’s operating on pure instinct. His body is covered in the same flush as Jeongin’s, but instead of it wearing him out, it seems to egg him on. His eyes are glazed, watering as he pleads with the alpha to keep going.
“Can’t,” Jeongin says again, “My knot hurts, hyung.”
“Just one more,” he tearfully begs, “One more time, alpha, please.”
Hyunjin’s ears perk up at that—one more? “How many times have you knotted him, Innie?”
It’s the first time either of them have acknowledged the other’s presence, but neither of them really react to the outside interference. For a moment, Hyunjin worries if they’ve even heard him or if they were too lust-driven to pay attention, wonders if they even knew he was here this whole time—
Jeongin grunts, clenching his eyes shut. “This will make the fourth,” he admits.
“Fourth?” Hyunjin asks incredulously. Consecutive knottings are a typical occurrence in the pack, and Hyunjin fully trusts that Jisung can take four in a row, has watched him take even more before, has taken as many himself just as often. But those have been from separate alphas, or the same one intermittently. The way Jisung is speaking paired with the look on Jeongin’s face tells Hyunjin that hasn’t been the case this time. Still, just to verify—“Have you taken a break in between?”
Jeongin shakes his head. “No, hyung needs me, he needs it, I have to… gotta give it to him.”
Hyunjin is suddenly very thankful he came in when he did. “You’re tired,” he points out. “It’s okay to take a minute.”
“He can after,” Jisung interjects petulantly. “I can feel you swelling up, Innie, you’re so close—you want it, too?”
Even with his face pinched in pain, Jeongin doesn’t deny it. “I do,” he confesses, nodding along to the omega’s whims.
“Jisung,” Hyunjin says curtly; the omega doesn’t pause his vigorous bouncing for even a second. “Give the poor guy a break, you’re gonna drain him dry.”
“After,” Jisung repeats, wet eyelashes clumping together. “Just one more, pleasepleaseplease.”
Hyunjin knows his omega, his promises of just one more are empty. He’s going to keep going until someone makes him stop. “Jisung,” he repeats, allowing some of his pack omega authority to bleed into his tone. “Stop. Now.”
Jisung’s movements finally come to a halt, but it’s too late—Jeongin lets out a pained cry followed by a satisfied moan from Jisung, indicating only one thing. Hyunjin swears, reaching over to stroke Jeongin’s arm in a manner he hopes is comforting as the alpha’s knot is milked for the fourth time.
Jeongin is still whimpering through the aftershocks when Hyunjin catches Jisung starting to move his hips.
“Omega,” Hyunjin scolds, pinching Jisung’s thigh to grab his attention. “Stop.”
“‘m stopping,” Jisung says even as it’s obvious he’s doing the opposite. “Just gotta… make sure… get it all.”
Hyunjin frowns. He’s knot-hungry in a way that reminds Hyunjin of heat-crazed Jisung, but his cycle is still two months out. If the claiming was going to trigger it early, it would have done so by now, and Hyunjin would’ve been able to pick up on the first hint of Jisung’s heat no matter how many scents may have layered over it. This now is just raw desperation from the omega, and he can tell it’s going to take a heavy hand to break him out of it.
There’s no hope of getting him to stop now, but he can redirect Jisung’s focus from Jeongin to someone else. Hyunjin’s energy is still zapped but he’ll step up to the plate if he has to if it’s for their baby alpha’s sake. He’s confident in his ability to dole out punishment to the omega, but he also knows he can’t provide him with the knot he’s so desperately seeking out right now which would end up frustrating Jisung even more. That leaves five people for Hyunjin to turn to, and while he’s sure any of them wouldn’t care to help, he can tell what Jisung needs right now, and that leaves only one option.
Thankfully they’ve all been put on unofficial house arrest until their bond fully settles, leaving the alpha right at his fingertips.
Hyunjin sighs and reaches into his pocket for his phone.
me
nesting room now pls
jisungie is being greedy
won’t listen
minho hyung
omw
Easy enough. With that settled, Hyunjin turns back to the pair beside him to find Jeongin’s eyes slipping closed in exhaustion while Jisung is clearly gearing up for another go.
“Okay. Time to let Innie go,” Hyunjin chimes in.
Jisung shifts uncomfortably. “Ah, but—”
“No buts,” Hyunjin cuts him off. “You’ve worn him out. Get off of him.”
Jisung doesn’t move, looking unsure of himself.
“Jisung,” Hyunjin says exasperatedly. “You said one more. Are you going to go back on your word now?”
Of course he is. Hyunjin never expected any differently, but still—he just needs to stall him long enough for Minho to arrive. “No… it’s just…”
Like a godsend, Minho bursts through the door at that exact moment, already on high alert and topless. Hyunjin watches as Jisung’s gaze is immediately drawn to the exposed skin, rolling his eyes internally at how easy his omega is. Minho surveys the room speculatively, eyeing the interlocked pair on the mattress. “Oh, Jeonginnie is here, too?”
Hyunjin nods. “They were at it for a while before I came in. This was their fourth knot.”
“Fourth?” Minho parrots Hyunjin’s earlier shock. His eyes trail to the other omega, finding Jisung casting his own down guiltily. It doesn’t take him long to connect the dots. “Yah, Jisungie, you’re done.”
“But—”
Minho doesn’t pause to listen to his feeble attempts at explaining himself. He simply stalks over to the omega and forcefully lifts him from Jeongin’s lap, causing the alpha’s spent cock to flop uselessly onto his stomach. Jisung whines at the loss, high-pitched and needy, and starts squirming as soon as he’s dropped back into the nest at a safe distance from their baby alpha. “Hyung! Please, I—”
Hyunjin tunes his pleas out, trusting Minho to settle Jisung in his absence, and instead focuses on wrapping Jeongin up in the nearest clean blanket and shielding him from the omega’s wanton gaze. “Jeongin-ah,” he whispers, grabbing a pillow to place under his head. “You did good, okay? Such a sweet alpha.”
Jeongin groans, turning his body over, pathetically seeking Jisung out. “Mm… but hyung…”
He shakes his head, flipping Jeongin’s pliant body back over and tucking the blanket around him to hold him in place. “You can rest now. Hyungs will handle Jisungie.”
A pause. “M’kay,” the alpha says, the reassurance that his omega will be taken care of enough to calm him down. “Okay…” he trails off, blinking once, twice, before his eyes slip shut once again.
Hyunjin hums, patting his head because he can’t resist. He strips himself down merely as a precaution before getting up to join the others on the opposite side of the nest.
Minho works quickly; he already has Jisung’s face buried in the mattress with his ass up in the air, his fingers buried inside of the omega as he brutally thrusts them into him. Jisung is full-blown crying now, hiccuping on his sobs as he keeps attempting to rear his hips back toward Minho’s clothed cock only to be met with a spank each time he tries. “Patience, Jisungie.”
“Can’t,” Jisung cries, sniffling. “Hyung, I need it, please.”
“What’s the matter, huh?” Minho remarks, delivering another spank, seemingly just because. “Four knots didn’t satisfy you? You still need more?”
Jisung nods vigorously. “Yeah, yes—hyung, knot me, please, need your knot.”
“I don’t know what’s gotten into him,” Hyunjin pipes up. “Chan said the effects of the claiming might linger, but I thought it would’ve been over with by now.”
Minho nods along as he drives his fingers in harder, raising a brow. “Preheat?” he questions.
Hyunjin shakes his head. “Not for another two months. I think he’s just needy.”
“I’m right here,” Jisung whimpers, “and I need another knot now, please.”
“I don’t know how, brat,” Minho remarks coolly, removing his fingers with a loud squelch. He brings his hand up for both Hyunjin and Jisung to see the amount of fluids his hand is now smothered with. “Your insides must be covered with cum. I’m surprised you’re not bloated with it.”
That draws another whine from Jisung’s lips, the omega burying his face into his arm and deepening the arch of his back. “Please, hyung, I need more, need more cum, need more knots, need—”
“Need, need, need,” Minho laughs. “You don’t need anything. You want it because you’re a whore.”
Jisung jolts at that and Hyunjin echoes the sentiment. Well. He knew he chose the right person to handle him in this state, and this only confirms it.
“I’m sorry,” Jisung apologizes, “I’m sorry I’m a whore. But. But please, can I—”
The slap that lands on his ass this time is far harder than any of the previous spanks, that much is evident just from the sound. Jisung’s words are effectively cut off as his body is pushed forward, his mouth left open in a perfect circle. “Ask me for a knot one more time and see where it gets you.”
Hyunjin’s stomach clenches with the telltale signs of arousal. Huh.
“Sorry, alpha,” the omega wails, “sorry, I’ll stop.”
“It’s not me you should be apologizing to,” Minho responds, fisting his hand in the hair on the back of Jisung’s head and forcing him to lift it until his gaze is on the tuckered out Jeongin snoozing feet away from him. “Look at poor Innie. You enticed him with your sopping wet omega hole and milked his knot for all it was worth, huh? You used him until he had nothing left to give because you were too greedy to stop? Is that right?”
A sob. “I didn’t—”
“Hyung doesn’t give his knot to liars,” the alpha points out.
“Didn’t mean to,” Jisung shouts, “I did it! I did, but I didn’t mean to… didn’t wanna tire him out, just wanted his knot. Wanted it so bad, over and over, wanted more.”
“And Hyunjin told you to stop, didn’t he?” He tugs Jisung’s hair once again. “He saw how much Jeongin-ah needed his rest and told you to give him a break, but you didn’t listen. You didn’t listen to your pack omega. Is that okay, Jisung?”
“I tried to,” the omega swears, “I couldn’t—”
Another spank. “I asked if it was okay not to listen to your pack omega.”
“No!” Jisung is limp in Minho’s hold, shaking his head profusely. “No, it wasn’t, I’m sorry!”
“Who should you be apologizing to?”
Jisung’s eyes meet Hyunjin’s for the first time since this whole thing began. He’s covered in tears and sweat, his hair flying in all directions from Minho’s roughhousing, but neither of those taint the sincerity in his eyes. “Hyunjinnie. ‘m sorry. I’ll listen next time, I pro—”
Minho unceremoniously pulls himself out of his pants and shoves his cock into Jisung in one fluid movement.
“Ah!” Jisung screams, collapsing into a heap on the ground when Minho finally releases his head from his grip.
“Now was that so hard?” Minho inquires with a playful smirk.
But Jisung’s focus is gone, his eyes glazed over just as they had been when Hyunjin first took notice of his state. He’s gone limp, only steadied by the hands Minho has on his hips as he’s pounded into from behind. The sound is obscene in the otherwise quiet room, the squelch of his wet hole, the slapping of skin on skin echoing off the walls. If Hyunjin wasn’t so acutely aware of just how tired Jeongin was, he’s sure this would have woken him up.
He thought he himself was too tired for this, too, but it appears once is the limit for the amount of times he can watch his packmates have rough, desperate sex without getting hard because of it.
He doesn’t hesitate, gives in to the temptation as soon as he feels it, reaching between his legs and gripping himself. Almost as soon as he does, he feels eyes burning into him once again, but Jisung’s face is still buried in the sheets when Hyunjin checks. He looks up to find Minho’s eyes glued to him as he continues to nail Jisung’s insides with laser-like precision.
“Want his mouth?” he asks casually.
Hyunjin swallows. “I don’t know if he could right now.”
“Nonsense.” Minho grabs Jisung by the hair again, lifting him up until there’s just enough space for Hyunjin to get underneath him. “Open up, Jisungie, you’re getting a cock in your mouth.”
Fucked out of his mind, Jisung’s mouth still obediently drops open.
Minho cocks a brow at him. “Well?”
Hyunjin doesn’t need to be told twice. He shimmies his hips over until his cock is within Jisung’s reach and waits for Minho to let the omega go so he can get to work, but he’s surprised to find that Minho uses his grip to shove Jisung mouth-first into his crotch until he’s completely enveloped in his throat.
“Ah,” Hyunjin chokes out, clenching his thighs so he doesn’t buck his hips up. “Fuck, hyung, that’s good.”
Just then, a vibration shoots up his cock.
“Look at that,” Minho chuckles. “Not even a dick in his mouth can shut him up.”
Another vibration. Hyunjin moans, mumbling, “Hyung, let me,” and slapping at Minho until he removes his hands so Hyunjin can replace them with his own. “Fuck, yes. Wanna fuck his mouth.”
“He’s your omega,” Minho relents, accentuating his words with another hard thrust that knocks Jisung somehow further down his cock. “Use him.”
“Shit,” Hyunjin swears. He’s teasing the part of his brain that he’s fought so hard to suppress over the past few months, the possessive part Chan warned him not to let take over. Of course Hyunjin doesn’t get jealous of Jisung spending time with the alphas anymore—exhibit fucking A—but he does still engage in a bit of healthy… roleplay. He doesn’t let the jealousy rule him anymore, but sometimes it’s fun to tap into that dormant part of his brain and stroke his omega’s ego. That typically results in him reserving Jisung for a night, teasing the omega with his cock and his hole until he’s delirious with pleasure and making all sorts of half-lucid claims that he’s Hyunjin’s omega, that he’ll always be Hyunjin’s omega.
Minho must be privy to more than he lets on. That, or he’s scarily good at reading his packmates kinks—also very possible.
He finds himself pushing up onto his knees for better leverage as he thrusts into Jisung’s pliant mouth while Minho rams into his hole, jostling the poor omega between them back and forth like a rag doll. Hyunjin doesn’t have it in him to feel guilty, not when he knows just how much Jisung likes being used.
It’s easy to lose himself in the rhythm, the hot warmth of Jisung’s mouth second only to his hole. Still, he can’t find it in himself to envy Minho when Jisung is operating on autopilot, hollowing his cheeks and curling his tongue just right—
Minho suddenly grips Hyunjin by the back of the neck and meets him in the middle for a filthy kiss of tongue and teeth and spit. Hyunjin melts into it easily, even though the angle is a bit weird with Jisung speared on their cocks between them—actually, that makes it better. He loves the attention of having two of his packmates’ mouths on him, soaks it up like a sponge.
Like a sick joke, Jisung’s mouth falls from his cock, the omega heaving for breath until gets enough air to utter, “Hyung, you—in!”
Hyunjin breaks his kiss with Minho to make an argument—Jisung can’t pull his mouth off of him then complain that he’s not in him a second later—but he doesn’t get the chance to speak a word before Minho is chuckling against his cheek.
He’s a little slow on the uptake, but it only takes one look down at Minho’s hips for him to realize he’s not the one at the receiving end of Jisung’s scolding.
“Ah, must’ve slipped out,” Minho says airily, his cock sitting between the cleft of Jisung’s cheeks. He rubs his thumb up and down his shaft, wrapping loose fingers around the base where his knot is preparing to swell. He thrusts forward a couple times, agonizingly slow, and hums. “I can finish like this, though.”
“No,” Jisung cries weakly, shaking his head, “please, don’t, please.”
“But it’s been a while since I came on your back, baby,” Minho presses. “You always liked it so much before.”
“No, no, no, need your knot in,” the omega demands, “Don’t waste it, alpha, you can’t! You have to fill me up or I’ll… I’ll…”
It’s clear the idea of not being knotted is beginning to genuinely stress Jisung out. Yeah, of course Hyunjin knows Minho wouldn’t actually hurt him, trusts him implicitly with his omega’s safety, but he’s also not willing to sit back and let Jisung’s emotions be toyed with while he’s in such a vulnerable state. He’ll wait to see the alpha’s next move before he oversteps.
Minho hums. “Or you’ll what?”
Jisung breaks off into a whimper, and Hyunjin springs into action.
He grabs Minho by the neck, an echo of what he had done to Hyunjin moments ago, and forces him to look him in the eye. “Knock it off. Just give it to him.”
Never one to be outdone, Minho rises to the challenge. “You hear that, Jisungie? Our pack omega told me to give it to you. I can’t lecture you about listening to him then turn around and disobey him myself, can I? I guess you got lucky today.”
But Jisung is already on the verge of nonverbal, his body seemingly only fueled by the need for a knot. Hyunjin tightens his grip on Minho’s neck and forces his head closer, their noses nearly touching as Hyunjin commands, “Now.”
Minho pops the head back in then slams forward in one go. He keeps his eyes on Hyunjin the entire time. “It’s hot when you get bossy.”
Hyunjin snorts. “Shut up and make yourself useful.”
“I think your omega thinks I’m plenty useful right now,” Minho points out, accentuating his words with a hard thrust that jostles Jisung forward and forces a moan out of his throat. Minho frowns at the noise. “Oh. His mouth’s empty again.”
It’s not a command but a suggestion, but one Hyunjin is happy to follow all the same. He grasps the base of his cock and nudges it against Jisung’s lips, prepared to pace himself now that Jisung’s ability to concentrate is waning. He’s shocked when Jisung doesn’t immediately oblige to his nonverbal question, instead raising his palms to Hyunjin’s hips and pushing.
Since it was so unexpected, Hyunjin’s defenses were down and he tumbles gracelessly until his back meets the sheets. “What the—” He attempts to swear, but his sentence is broken off by Jisung’s overeager mouth lapping at what little perfunctory slick has gathered around his hole.
“Oh, Jisungie, fuck,” he mumbles, eyes rolling into the back of his head as Jisung’s masterful tongue pokes and prods at the part of his body Hyunjin hadn’t expected to be touched today. He was barely wet before but after the first lick, he starts leaking like a fountain, copious amounts of slick gathering at his entrance that his omega is all too enthusiastic about drinking up. His fingers itch to be buried back in Jisung’s hair but the thought of hindering him in any form or fashion feels wrong, so he settles for fisting the sheets, tightening his grip when it feels a little too good.
“Mm,” Minho chimes in. “What a healthy eater.”
If Hyunjin had his wits about him, he would’ve smacked him. But as it is, he can’t reach Minho without stopping Jisung and he’ll die before he’ll do that.
“Hyung’s gonna knot soon,” Minho informs them, “Can you keep going if I do, or should I wait for you to finish your meal first?”
Hyunjin could kill him for asking Jisung a question that requires a verbal answer. “Can keep going, fuck, knot me now,” he replies, only stopping long enough to get the words out before he’s back to licking him out.
Minho hums his acknowledgement and then he’s properly pounding Jisung once again, the omega subconsciously slipping into a traditional presentation stance as his body begs for an alpha’s release. Hyunjin takes a brief break from being horny long enough to bask in the way Jisung gives in so easily to his omegan instincts nowadays, a far cry from a few months ago when he struggled to accept the designation he never expected or wanted but was given anyway. He’s grown into his second skin beautifully, and moments like this where Hyunjin can tell he’s not denying himself what he wants just because it’s too inline with stereotypical omega fantasies, he’s all the more gorgeous. Fuck, how Hyunjin wishes he could place a bite on his neck, a permanent one, a mirror of Chan’s own.
He’s ripped from his thoughts by a guttural sound—judging by the lack of vibration he felt between his legs, it must’ve been Minho who had just reached his peak. Jisung starts trembling seconds later, his entire body shaking with what must’ve been another orgasm as his need for a knot is sated.
His mouth has gone slack, just a nice, gentle pressure at Hyunjin’s entrance. Clearly the omega had overestimated his ability to multitask. It’s fine. Hyunjin is aroused but not unbearably so—he’ll be content to finish himself off in the corner while the two of them recover. Maybe Minho finally broke whatever spell Jisung was under and the younger omega will join Jeongin in dreamland.
Hyunjin manages to scoot one leg out from under Jisung and then the other, but his movements are halted there, a set of hands gripping his hips harshly and pulling him back. A zing of arousal spikes up his spine when he realizes it was Jisung, his sweet, baby Jisung, digging his fingertips into his skin hard enough to bruise and holding him securely in place. “Hyung, no,” the omega whines, “I wasn’t done.”
“Ah, I thought—” Jisung evidently does not care what Hyunjin thinks because he dives back in with renewed vigor, effectively ruining any chance Hyunjin had left at forming cohesive thoughts.
“Wanted this so bad,” Jisung says openly, a little more clear headed now that his base desire had been fulfilled. He pauses long enough to place another filthy kiss to Hyunjin’s hole, grunting in satisfaction when it causes another gush of slick to leak out. “Missed the taste of you, hyung.”
The slurping sounds are positively pornographic. They’re all Hyunjin can hear besides the sound of whimpers and moans that he’s pretty sure are coming from him, but his brain is too fried to compute. He can feel that familiar coiling low in his belly as Jisung’s tongue dips in, out, in, out at an unreal pace.
He’s so out of it that he nearly forgot it wasn’t just him and Jisung in the room. “Fuck, you really like eating him out, huh? You’re clenching like crazy.”
Neither of them are coherent enough to respond to Minho’s question. The alpha doesn’t seem to mind, leaning forward until his front is plastered to Jisung’s back and he has a front row seat to the show. “Yeah, that’s it,” Minho mutters, brushing the longer strands of Jisung’s hair from his face and holding it back for him. “Make him come, baby. Make a mess out of your pack omega.”
The order was for Jisung but it hits Hyunjin like it was meant for him. “Cumming, cumming,” he chokes out right before he clenches his eyes shut as pleasure racks through him, streaks of cum painting his abdomen. His breathing comes out erratic, his stomach rising and falling as he tries to hold himself together to no avail. His orgasm seems to draw on forever, his limbs twitching long after the initial high has passed, his body tingly and warm and—and overstimulated, because Jisung is still licking—
“Okay,” Minho interjects. “You’ve had your fill, omega.”
Jisung’s greedy tongue keeps going, keeps sucking down everything his body has to offer with no regard for whether or not it’s too much for him to handle. Hyunjin would be hard again already just from his persistence if he had been fully recovered from last week’s orgy.
“Yah,” Minho scolds, wrenching Jisung’s head back by his hair. “I may not be the pack omega, but you still listen to me. Or did you forget how to be a good boy?”
“‘m sorry,” their omega slurs, so clearly scent drunk Hyunjin wonders how he’s finding the ability to speak, “‘m good.”
“Hyung’s good boy,” Minho confirms, gently laying Jisung’s head down on Hyunjin’s thigh like it’s a pillow.
And everything falls silent for a moment, a brief interlude in Jisung’s seemingly endless hunger. Hyunjin takes a moment to catch his breath and recuperate, wondering if his plan of having Minho tire Jisung out has worked or if he’s going to have to force his body to endure another few rounds until the omega is finally sated. Minho would probably be up for it, judging by how he’s continuing to press tiny kisses to Jisung’s back, his neck, his sensitive mating mark.
Hyunjin fears the brief reprieve has come to an end when Jisung begins shuffling closer, his chin grazing his spent cock. He prepares for the moment he’ll take his dick back in his mouth, wincing internally at the thought, but it never comes. No, his omega begins to lap up his release from his stomach instead, his movements languid and slow, lacking the desperate urgency he wore only a few minutes ago.
Maybe it was a success after all. Hyunjin sighs in relief, letting his head hit the sheets and his eyes slip shut.
Minho has the gall to interrupt his well-earned relaxation with a laugh. “Changbin is going to be so jealous you called for me instead of him. This is a scene straight out of his wet dreams, and I mean that genuinely.”
Hyunjin snorts, throwing his forearm over his eyes to block out the light. “He can’t settle Jisung like you can. He’s too much of a pushover and a horny pervert. He would’ve encouraged him if anything.”
“Don’t single him out,” Minho argues, “Our entire pack is made up of horny perverts.”
He’s right, but Hyunjin won’t give him the satisfaction of admitting that out loud.
“Can you hand me your phone? I left mine in my room after you texted, and I wanna take a picture to use as leverage against him.”
Hyunjin sighs like the task is far too much to ask of him but searches the nest with his hand regardless to find the device. Once he finds it, he slings it toward Minho without warning. “Don’t ask me to move again,” he warns, then out of blatant curiosity, “What do you need leverage on him for?”
“Usual Changbin stuff. Like not fucking me because he’s worried about accidentally knotting me this close to his rut.”
Hyunjin laughs, waiting until he hears the shutter of his camera before he speaks up. “Of all the people to have a complex about their big dick.”
“I’m not too worried about it. I’ll get him to crack. I always do.” He hears the whoosh of a message being sent—likely Minho forwarding the picture to himself. “This is just extra insurance.”
He nods because he knows firsthand how easy Changbin is to persuade if you pout just enough and how intimidating Minho can be when he really wants something. He’s sure he’ll have no need for the photo once he corners the other alpha, but he also knows how much Minho likes to tease. He’ll have Changbin begging for a glimpse of the picture before the week is over.
While Hyunjin is thinking up a response, he realizes the kitten-licking to his stomach has come to a stop.
“Ah, someone’s done cleaning you up,” Minho coos, stroking Jisung’s hair. “Did you finally get your fill, precious?”
Jisung nods his head but even that simple action looks wobbly. They’ve done a number on him—or rather, Jisung has done a number on himself. He’s red all over and covered in sweat, his hair matted in chunks where Minho’s fingers have brushed through. His eyes are still glazed, but there’s a hint of cognizance that wasn’t there before that further proves that he’s—mostly—back to normal.
Hyunjin reaches out to stroke his cheek, smiling at how pliant he’s gotten. “You back with us?”
“Mhmm,” he receives in confirmation, then a moment later, “Sorry I was so needy. I didn’t mean to cause trouble.”
“At least this trouble was the sexy kind,” Hyunjin jokes, poking his forehead with a chuckle. “Hyung and I are fine, so don’t apologize.”
He watches Jisung’s eyes shift guiltily to the opposite side of the room.
“Jeongin is fine, too,” Minho jumps in to reassure him before Hyunjin gets the chance. “He just needs some more sleep.”
Jisung still looks unconvinced. “I made him go four times. In a row.”
“He was still enjoying himself. His scent never soured,” Hyunjin throws in, and he knows it’s true; while the smell of arousal can easily be hidden under the scent of more arousal, anything else would’ve stuck out like a sore thumb.
“Why don’t you go sniff him yourself, just to be sure?” Minho suggests, patting Jisung’s leg. “Then you can lay with him until he wakes up and help him with a hot bath after.”
Those words work like magic. “Yes, that! I’ll do that.”
Minho grimaces. “I’m gonna pull out then, okay?” Jisung freezes. “I have to so you can move.”
“Yeah, okay,” Jisung mumbles but there are tears in his eyes. Still, it has to happen at some point and it’s better to get it done now when he’s lucid instead of waiting around to see if he’s going to get antsy for a knot again.
Hyunjin offers his hand for Jisung to hold as Minho slowly slips himself out. The tears fall, of course, but he doesn’t make a sound which Hyunjin counts as a win. Jisung wipes at his cheeks with the side of his hand as soon as he feels them. Hyunjin can tell he’s embarrassed about it but unable to stop himself, so he graciously doesn’t bring it up.
He tugs Hyunjin’s hand. “Will you stay?”
Hyunjin glances at his long forgotten book still nestled beside a sleeping Jeongin. “Yeah. Maybe I can actually digest what I’m reading now.” And keep an eye on you to make sure you don't climb Innie in his sleep.
Jisung frowns. “I’m sor—”
“No more apologizing,” Minho cuts in, lifting Jisung up in a bridal carry. “We’ve done what we can for right now. No one is angry, no one is hurt, so let’s just move on, alright?”
Thank the universe for creating Lee Minho.
“Both of you, to the clean side of the nest," he demands, depositing Jisung on the blanket next to Jeongin. "Take good care of our baby alpha and I’ll take care of these dirty sheets.”
“You don’t have to do the laundry, hyung! It’s my mess.”
Minho scoffs. “I’m not taking them to the wash,” he says simply before gathering them up in a bundle and making a swift exit.
Poor Changbin. Hyunjin would laugh at the alpha's obliviousness if he had the energy.
When he makes it to his two packmates left in the room, Jisung has already curled up into Jeongin’s side, burying his nose in the crook of his neck and taking a deep inhale. He must be satisfied with whatever he finds because he lets out a happy sound that nearly resembles a purr and closes his eyes.
“He is such a pervert,” Jisung mumbles.
We all are, Hyunjin thinks. “He is,” he says aloud, and flips open his book.