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One of Namjoon's first impressions of Jung Hoseok as his new mate is that he bites hard.

They had met twice before to agree upon the terms of their packs merging, of course, so they weren't completely unfamiliar with each other. Namjoon was relieved to learn that Hoseok's pack had a similar tradition where the pack leaders mate, if they don't already have partners, to symbolize their commitment to their new union.

Both packs are young, formed as places of refuge when, years ago, one of the large packs nearby had a power-hungry leader who brought more destruction than protection to his pack, and to the other surrounding communities. After time just spent surviving, however, they began to realize that they lacked some resources essential to flourishing as a pack, and would eventually need more mating options, with only a few dozen pack members.

So the Kim pack met with the Jung pack. And an alliance — one that would merge both their packs fully, and have them moving into Hoseok's pack territory — was formed.

Hoseok is a strong leader with a gentle smile. He is beautiful and friendly; confident without arrogance, and dedicated to doing the best for his pack. Namjoon feels both admiration and attraction for the omega, an instinctual pull from his alpha to know him and get closer to him, but—

After they exchange mating bites, Namjoon starts to realize that he really shouldn't underestimate Jung Hoseok.

—

"You'll be okay?" Yoongi asks after the ceremony, when they have a moment to speak alone in his cabin, since Namjoon will be sharing a cabin with Hoseok starting from tonight.

Yoongi is Namjoon's close friend from puphood and his second-in-command; an omega with wisdom and insight that helped Namjoon become a good leader, but also someone who has always been a shoulder to lean on when things were overwhelming.

They still have their disagreements, but Namjoon trusts Yoongi completely.

"Of course. Is this about the bite?" Namjoon mutters, and Yoongi doesn't hide his grin.

After mating bites were exchanged near the end of his and Hoseok's ceremony, Namjoon was dazed, adjusting to the rush of new feelings shared through their bond. He never expected to be so affected by bonding himself to another, and didn't even realize there was blood running down his neck until Jimin's concerned gasp, and Yoongi's huff of surprise.

The feeling of something wet trailing down his skin didn't last long, however, because Hoseok leaned in and licked it up. Namjoon had blinked at him in surprise. It was something that wasn't commonly done, not for many years, seen as barbaric.

But it didn't feel barbaric, to have his new mate wordlessly take care of him in that way. It felt a little possessive, like something a rogue wolf would do when they didn't yet have a full understanding of civilized pack rules. Still reeling from their new bond, Namjoon only found himself pleased by Hoseok's display.

"No, it's not about the bite. I was only impressed by your new mate's boldness," Yoongi murmurs, even reaching up to turn Namjoon's chin and look at his scar. "But you have to admit, this is all happening very fast, and out of necessity for our pack's survival. I'm asking if you, Kim Namjoon, my dear friend, will be okay."

"Hyung," Namjoon breathes out, and then he pauses. Out of respect for Yoongi, he collects his thoughts so he can answer the question as honestly as possible.

Will he be okay, going to bed tonight with someone who is still nearly a stranger? Potentially impregnating him, starting a family, leading their combined packs for the foreseeable future?

"I think I'm very fortunate," Namjoon starts to say, and Yoongi interrupts, "Why, because he's so beautiful?"

Namjoon huffs out a laugh. "Well, that too. But this situation... I think it's one of the best possible situations that we could've ended up in. Mating to protect the people I care about isn't a hardship, and with the way Hoseok speaks, I think his priorities are the same. I have hope for our future together. All of us."

Yoongi hums. He tilts his head and asks, "What if he refuses to be knotted? When he licked up your blood, ah, I got a flash of the way some rogue omegas behave... The thought of being intimate with an alpha makes them uneasy, because of the implications of submission."

Namjoon swallows as he thinks about it — about sex with Hoseok, about the heat of his tongue on Namjoon's neck, and about how he could reassure Hoseok that taking his cock doesn't have to mean submission.

"If he refuses, then he refuses. I would never force him. But he brought up carrying on our bloodline, so I think that he's already accepted having pups one day. Really... I'll just follow his lead," Namjoon says with a grin. "It'll be a nice change for once."

"Right," Yoongi says in a purposefully dry voice, giving Namjoon an exasperated look, "because it's not like you're close to an omega who would give you advice and instruction when you were overwhelmed and you would happily follow them—"

Namjoon interrupts Yoongi by stepping forward and pulling him into a hug, holding his hyung close, a sudden tightness in his chest.

He doesn't think that Yoongi is jealous, no — they've never had those kinds of feelings for each other, not after they spent their first heat and rut together when they were much younger.

But Namjoon is still accepting a new omega into his life. Maybe his hyung is feeling some insecurity or feelings of replacement, after all.

"Thank you for being worried about me," Namjoon whispers.

"I'm not worried," Yoongi mumbles back, but Namjoon can hear the hitch in his raspy voice. He holds him tighter. "I just imagine that- that no one else has asked you if you're really okay with all of this, if it's not too overwhelming. I'm here, Namjoon-ah, if you need to talk, before or after."

"I know," Namjoon breathes out. He closes his eyes, waiting for the burn of tears to pass. "I know, hyung. Thank you."

—

Yoongi gives Namjoon a small bottle of oil just before he leaves, muttering that not all omegas get wet so easily, and then he shoves Namjoon out of his cabin.

Namjoon laughs, even if his face is flushed at the implication. He's not a virgin, no, but there's still a sense of nervousness when it comes to that topic... Hoseok is intimidating in a way that Namjoon isn't used to, although he's eager to make this work, and he has no issue putting his alpha pride aside to follow Hoseok's lead in this situation.

It's silly. They're both 31-years-old, and here Namjoon is staring at a vial of oil in his hand, blushing at the thought of sleeping with the omega who wasn't a bit squeamish about biting a deep mark into Namjoon's neck.

There are still things to do, to help his pack members settle in, so Namjoon doesn't actually get to speak to Hoseok in private until later that evening. He lifts his hand to knock on the door of Hoseok's cabin, but the omega pulls the door open before Namjoon's knuckles can meet the wood. He is greeted by a bright, heart-shaped smile.

Yoongi wasn't wrong. Hoseok is beautiful. There is no doubt that he's beautiful, with gentle and almost elven-like features, with soft eyes and high cheekbones and dark hair that curls around his ears. Namjoon imagines him with eyes a little less tired, with a face a little fuller from actually eating regular meals, now that their pack resources are combined.

He also imagines, briefly, how Hoseok's face might soften as he grows round with their child, and the corner of Hoseok's mouth twitches.

"I wonder if my mate understands how bonds work, hm? I could sense that you were approaching my home, and now, I can sense something else..."

Namjoon flushes darkly. "I'm sorry."

"No, no. It's sweet. Ah, come in, please."

Namjoon enters and then steps out of his shoes, noticing that Hoseok is already barefoot, and his clothes are loose and thin, like what he might wear to bed.

"Your rain scent gets a little more... green when you're thinking of something pleasant. Sweeter. It's nice to be the cause of it."

"Oh," Namjoon breathes out.

"Did you eat?"

Namjoon hesitates, and that's all the answer that Hoseok needs, apparently. He reaches for Namjoon's wrist, circling it with his slender fingers and tugging.

"I haven't eaten yet either, with everything going on. Come."

Namjoon follows, and they sit down to share a meal together at the wooden table in Hoseok's home.

Maybe Hoseok wasn't too far off about their bond, because the warm vanilla-citrus scent of the omega everywhere in this place is soothing, and being so close to him already has Namjoon feeling more at ease.

Hoseok explains that the food was brought to him by his second-in-command, an alpha named Seokjin, and Namjoon mentions that he'll have to thank Seokjin the next time that he sees him.

"Mm, he's a good cook, isn't he? He's been taking care of us for so long, ah... I hope that having more help now will allow him to relax and be taken care of in turn, too." Hoseok clicks his tongue and adds, "Really, knowing hyung, he'll probably be unbearable once I'm pregnant. He had a bit of a double role in our pack of cook and healer, so he won't accept it if he thinks I'm not eating enough..."

Namjoon nearly chokes on his bite of food at the word pregnant. He coughs, waving his hand when Hoseok looks at him in concern.

"Uh, sorry, just— I didn't know. I wasn't sure if you still wanted that."

Hoseok tilts his head. "Seokjin-hyung having those jobs in our pack?"

"No, ah. You getting pregnant."

Hoseok's eyes widen, and then he laughs, glancing away. It takes a few seconds, but Namjoon realizes that Hoseok has started to blush.

"Yes... I mentioned it, didn't I? If that's not something you're willing to do—"

"I am," Namjoon says in a rush, just so that Hoseok doesn't think there's any reluctance on his part. "I do want that too. But it's your choice, ultimately, as your body will carry our pups, so if you had changed your mind..."

Hoseok reaches out, gently resting his hand over Namjoon's, and a soft smile plays at his lips. In the dim candlelight of his kitchen, he is as beautiful as ever. "That's very considerate of you to say, Namjoon-ah. Truthfully, I already know that it may not be easy, I don't have the wider hips that seem to make childbirth easier on an omega.. But I feel strong enough, and I'm ready to try. I'm ready to raise pups not because I think it's my duty, but because it's something that I've always wanted, as soon as I was in a safe place to start a family of my own."

Namjoon exhales shakily, and he turns his hand over, threading their fingers together. "I'm glad we both feel the same way about that, then."

"Mmm." Hoseok looks him in the eyes, and Namjoon respectfully holds his gaze when Hoseok says, "I'll give you the choice, Kim Namjoon, since I'm comfortable with either option. Would you like to consummate our mating tonight, or would you like to just rest, and wait until another night?"

Namjoon's stomach clenches, that confusing rush of both arousal and apprehension, but he already knows his answer. He and his alpha are in agreement on this.

"Tonight."

Hoseok grins, and although his eyes brighten, Namjoon doesn't miss the heat that flashes behind them too. "Yeah?"

"Yes," Namjoon breathes out. On a whim, he lifts Hoseok's hand, brushing a kiss to the back of his knuckles before letting go. "I won't pretend that I'm not nervous, but I am ready for that, with you."

"Nervous," Hoseok echoes, and then his grin turns a little sly, "Namjoon-ah, you know, one of my young alpha packmates met you on the border the day of your second visit, and brought you clothes to wear after you shifted."

Namjoon blinks. He remembers that day, and vaguely remembers a strong young alpha with a sweet face, although he isn't sure what that has to do with—

"Our mischievous Jungkookie mentioned that Pack Alpha Kim is very well-endowed."

Namjoon bursts into awkward laughter, covering his face with his hands. Hoseok laughs brightly at his embarrassment.

"Ah..."

"Does it make you shy? Ehhh, be proud of it, Namjoon-ah. My only point was that, when it comes to nervousness, you aren't alone. I just also know what I want, and if it takes a little more work to get it, well, that will just make the end result more rewarding." Hoseok is resting his chin on his hands, now, and Namjoon is pretty sure that the omega is still talking about his cock, gods, but—

But Namjoon can't help but smile, and already feel a little of that nervousness melt away.

—

Namjoon steps into Hoseok's bedroom with the same thought running through his head over and over,

Let him take the lead.

It's not a reminder in the sense that Namjoon will struggle giving up control to Hoseok, but more of a reminder to let Hoseok initiate, and let him set the pace of what they do.

Hoseok seems to have already adjusted his bedding exactly how he wants it (nesting instincts vary from omega to omega, so Namjoon had no expectations) but he stops Namjoon with a palm to his chest before they can sit on the bed, and says, "I want us to undress first. The outside scents on your clothes make my omega feel a little..."

"Of course," Namjoon says quickly. "That makes perfect sense."

"Okay, thank you." Hoseok gives Namjoon's chest a pat. "Then go ahead and undress me, Kim Namjoon."

Namjoon's heart skips a beat.

He pulls Hoseok's shirt up over his head first, not letting himself get distracted by the omega's lean chest, his small nipples, his impressively toned abdomen. Instead, he continues with undressing Hoseok, kneeling down to take off his pants next.

Hoseok's breath catches at the sight of Namjoon on his knees. And then he smiles, resting a steady hand on the alpha's shoulder as his pants are pulled off his legs, "Oh, you'll have no problem being good for me, will you?"

Namjoon's stomach jolts, goosebumps covering his skin at the low purr of Hoseok's voice. He hopes that the goosebumps aren't obvious, when he stands and lets Hoseok undress him next, his face heating at how much more shameless Hoseok is with his lingering gaze.

At least he likes what he sees. Namjoon can tell from Hoseok's scent, from his dilated pupils, from the way that he licks his lips. Namjoon is already half-hard, but he feels how the blood in his body eagerly pumps lower, that flooding warmth, when Hoseok's slender fingers curl around his length and loosely stroke.

Thankfully, Hoseok doesn't tease him for his size like this, not even when Namjoon's cock is visibly swelling fuller in Hoseok's grip. He lets go of Namjoon's now-jutting cock and leads him to the bed, pushing him down onto his back, so that Namjoon is sprawled out with his head up by the pillows. Hoseok straddles one of Namjoon's thighs in a single fluid motion that's a little mesmerizing, and his lips quirk with his smile when he murmurs, "You can look below my neck, you know."

So Namjoon looks. At Hoseok's lean stomach, his navel, the cut of his hips. His legs are long and tanned and slender, thighs strong and muscled, and low down his belly is the dark hair that covers his mound, sparse enough that it doesn't hide the little folds of Hoseok's omegan pussy.

Hoseok reaches down between his own thighs to slowly rub at himself there, and Namjoon's cock jumps, twitching where it strains over his lower stomach. Unfortunately, Hoseok notices.

"Oh. Yeah?"

"I, ah—"

Hoseok's laugh is short, but not mocking. "No, I'm flattered. You're so handsome, Namjoon-ah, I like looking at you too." The hand that isn't between his legs circles Namjoon's cock again, stroking it, thumb teasing the flared head.

Namjoon draws in a shaky breath as more heat pulses down into his groin.

"Do you want to— touch here, to get me wet? It won't take much, with how heavy your scent is, with our bond..."

"I brought oil," Namjoon blurts out, thinking of the forgotten vial of it in his pocket.

Hoseok is grinning as he brings Namjoon's fingers to his pussy, encouraging him to touch. "That was very sweet of you. But I'll get wet enough, can you already feel how slick I am for you, huh?"

Something about Hoseok's tone is just— honey-warm, almost hypnotizing to listen to, but also a little patronizing, too. Like he finds Namjoon cute for mentioning the oil. Like he thinks that Namjoon has never done this before, instructing him where to touch a second later, "Just rub there, yeah, that's it. Oh, that's it, Namjoon-ah."

But... Namjoon doesn't mind it.

He listens to Hoseok's syrupy words of encouragement and slips a finger inside, feeling for himself how the omega is dripping, how tightly his slick walls clench as he moans and rocks a little over Namjoon's thigh.

His pussy is so small that guilty arousal washes hot through Namjoon, thinking about how desperately he wants to bury his cock there.

Hoseok lets go of Namjoon's cock to lean forward over his body instead, lips meeting Namjoon's for slow, deep kisses as the alpha adds two fingers, and then works up to three. Hoseok isn't shy about his moans, his scent sweetening and the squelching-slick sounds of his pussy growing louder, until Namjoon's whole palm feels wet with it, and he's learned to curl his fingers into a certain spot, swallowing Hoseok's whines, feeling his shudders.

"Fuck," Hoseok breathes out, resting their foreheads together. Namjoon's hand stills so that Hoseok can simply squeeze around the pressure of his fingers inside, his untouched cock throbbing for any kind of friction. It's hard to focus on anything else. Namjoon wonders if the reason that everything feels more intense has to do with their bond, and with having a sense of Hoseok's arousal now, too.

"Need you inside me now, honey."

The pet name just sends another eager pulse of heat into Namjoon's gut. "Yeah. Please."

He isn't surprised when Hoseok straddles his hips instead of presenting or wanting Namjoon to be on top of him — and it's probably a good idea, anyway, so that he can take Namjoon at his own pace.

He is a little surprised when Hoseok spends a minute just gliding the soaked heat between his thighs up the straining length of Namjoon's cock, though. His pussy is so soft, folds spreading delicately as he grinds himself on the alpha from root to tip and then finally Hoseok is lifting, guiding Namjoon's cockhead to his entrance, his other hand braced on Namjoon's chest.

Namjoon holds his breath, and then his mate is sinking down onto his cock for the very first time.

Hoseok's eyebrows furrow in pain, lips parted but no sound leaves his throat. His scent remains just as sweet, though — is it his determination to push through the ache?

"Do you need to stop?" Namjoon hears himself ask, and Hoseok shakes his head. He starts to rub at himself — the top of his folds, the top of where he's currently being stretched wide by the head of Namjoon's cock — and his walls flutter and clench, the heat of his cunt so dizzyingly tight even just around Namjoon's tip.

"Fuck, okay," Hoseok breathes out. He starts to move slowly, knees coming together to lift, and then sliding apart to sink down, easing himself into taking more. "Fuck, fuck, that's a lot—"

Namjoon's whole body is tense from the effort of keeping still, although he lets himself pet at the outsides of Hoseok's thighs, what seems like a safe touch. Hoseok's scent and what Namjoon can feel through their bond is all pleasure, despite the way his teeth dig hard into his lip like he wants to shout while trying to take the rest of Namjoon's cock.

And then, with Hoseok's fingers working his clit and his body leaning forward slightly, shifting the angle of Namjoon's cock pressing inside of him, things just seem to get— better.

"Oh, that's it," Hoseok moans, dropping his chin forward, hips circling in this kind of dirty grind that pulses heat throughout Namjoon's entire lower half, cock throbbing with it. "Yeah, there you go—"

Namjoon gets this sudden, feverish thought of his body only existing right now to be used for Hoseok's pleasure. And he likes it a lot.

"Hoseok-ah," he groans softly.

"C'mere, bring your hands here, touch my chest," Hoseok instructs, finally forcing his eyes open to stare darkly down at Namjoon, his lips curving with something like satisfaction. He guides Namjoon's hands and Namjoon takes the initiative to stroke his thumbs over the tiny buds of Hoseok's dark nipples, stiff as he teases them. Hoseok hums, still working his pussy back onto Namjoon's cock, that squeezing slick heat that has Namjoon already sweating, has him fantasizing about another time where he's allowed to be on top, burying his face into his mate's neck and rutting forward until his knot swells.

"Good boy."

Namjoon's hips buck up, and Hoseok hisses, giving him a sharp look. Namjoon feels a helpless shiver of submission at the command in Hoseok's gaze when he says, "Stay still for me, let me get used to this big cock, Namjoon-ah."

Namjoon's head jerks with a nod. His alpha pride isn't the least bit wounded at being led and scolded and dominated, in a way, by an omega in the bedroom.

It feels natural, and right. It's for Hoseok's comfort and pleasure, so it's easy to give him that control.

Namjoon basks in the praise when Hoseok rides him faster and Namjoon holds onto the omega's hips, letting out his own quiet moans of pleasure. He basks in the sound of Hoseok's sweet, breathless laughter as he leans forward enough to cling to Namjoon's broad shoulders and roll his hips down, face scrunching before he says, "Feels so— fucking good like this, your cock is really going to make me come, sweetheart."

Heat flares under Namjoon's skin, watching Hoseok take what he wants. Listening to the wet slap of Hoseok working his hips down, his face flushed and mouth open with soft moans of pleasure.

"Fuck, Hoseok-ah, I'm—" Namjoon breathes in sharply, head dropping back as the pressure in his groin builds, the tightness at the base of his cock. When he lifts his head again, Hoseok is watching him with dark, wild eyes. "Need to knot. Is it— Can I thrust, please—"

"Listen to you," Hoseok purrs out, voice gravelly now, breaths coming just as heavy. "Asking so nicely, ah, you've been holding a lot back, haven't you? Yes, baby, you can fuck me, give me your knot."

Namjoon's vision goes white with the permission, the heat inside of him close to bursting. He plants his feet on the mattress and starts to thrust up hard, and Hoseok's startled gasp turns to panted moans, his hips even shoving down to meet Namjoon for each frantic thrust.

"Yeah, yeah, that's it. Knot me, h- hah, breed me, are you going to give me pups? My strong alpha, fill me and make me come—"

"Fuck," Namjoon chokes out, hips slamming up, finally sinking his knot into the velvety clenching heat of Hoseok's pussy. Hoseok shudders, barely holding himself up now, so Namjoon uses the last few moments of his climbing orgasm to reach between them, rubbing at the top of Hoseok's slick folds, and the omega lets out a noisy, A- aah, ah, ah, and starts to come on Namjoon's cock.

The squeezing heat of Hoseok's pussy seizing up around Namjoon's knot finally sends him barreling into his own release, knot pulsing with it as he starts to spill deep inside of his mate.

Hoseok's hips circle lazily, little shivers running through him, and then he hums in satisfaction. Namjoon slides his fingers out from between their bodies so that Hoseok can lie on top of him more comfortably as they wait out the knot.

He pets down Hoseok's back, momentarily and quietly stunned at how natural this feels.

Namjoon secretly worried that this part could be uncomfortable — knotted with someone that he still doesn't know very well, the awkward moments when the afterglow has worn off. But the mood between them as they come down from their orgasms is peaceful, and Hoseok's sweet, heavy scent leaves Namjoon feeling pleasantly hazy, his instincts deeply sated.

So he lets himself hold Hoseok close, and they quietly breathe in each other's contentment as they wait.

"Ah," Hoseok says several minutes later, straightening up and starting to lift himself off of Namjoon's shrinking knot. "Ah, hnn—"

Namjoon's pulse kicks up at the way that it tugs, how it still has to stretch the entrance of Hoseok's pussy in order to slip out. His knot maybe be smaller but it's achingly sensitive, and he can only imagine how the stimulation feels for Hoseok, as well. Hoseok finally manages to pull off and collapses on the bed at Namjoon's side, rolling over onto his back. A slender hand immediately slides down his belly to touch between his thighs, fingers brushing lightly over his folds, and even Namjoon's spent cock gives a twitch at the soft moan that falls from Hoseok's lips.

He was happy to follow Hoseok's lead before, but for this, Namjoon follows his own instincts.

He shifts on the bed and slides down Hoseok's body, settling down between his legs, gently guiding his knees to bend and spread while Hoseok watches him with dark eyes. Namjoon stares at the messy, reddened skin of Hoseok's pussy, flushed and swollen now, and the way that his cum has begun to drool white from the little gape of Hoseok's entrance.

Namjoon's chest rumbles with his low growl, a pleased but hungry alphan noise, and then he lowers his mouth to give Hoseok's tender skin long, soothing licks.

Hoseok shivers, a full-body tremble. He hums, his eyelids heavy, fingers reaching down to pet through Namjoon's hair. Namjoon stares up Hoseok's belly but he also closes his eyes and just— tastes, lapping at the slick of his mate's arousal, his seed slowly leaking as Hoseok's cunt clenches up around nothing.

"Mmm..."

There's a tug in Namjoon's hair, fingers gripping tight when Namjoon's tongue starts to work Hoseok's swollen clit. He presses his nose to Hoseok's skin, the tickle of coarse hair and the heady, sharp scent of him here, and he keeps his licks focused at that same spot.

It's inevitable, maybe, the hot flare of arousal in Namjoon's belly at the way Hoseok's body begins to shift and tense. Subtle at first, but his movements become less restrained the closer that he gets to his orgasm. He grunts in a way that Namjoon finds helplessly cute, his breath hitching, and he starts to babble, "Yeah, y- yeah, like that. Namjoon-ah, alpha, fuck—"

Hoseok shudders when he comes, loud breaths and the roll of his lithe body as if letting his orgasm wash through him in waves. More of Namjoon's cum leaks out, pushed out with the rhythmic squeezing of Hoseok's sore pussy, and Namjoon mindlessly goes to clean it up.

Mindless, instinctive, the rush of blood in his ears — this is where he belongs, right now, just between his omega's thighs.

Namjoon leans into the sting of Hoseok gripping his hair and keeps his mouth sealed over Hoseok's pussy, tongue lapping fervently, messily.

"Oh," Hoseok breathes out, the muscles of his stomach tense as if he never came down from that first release. He hisses when Namjoon focuses his licks on Hoseok's clit but doesn't push him away, instead curling forward with it, hips squirming, a pretty red flush trailing all the way down his chest.

Hoseok comes on his tongue again less than a minute later, moaning out even rougher sounds, and before Namjoon can lick up the new slick that Hoseok has gushed, he's beckoning Namjoon back up his body for a kiss. "Just— c'mere, ah, you did so well, but let my pussy have a moment, Namjoon-ah."

Namjoon huffs out an embarrassed laugh, coming back to himself. He's hard again, but Hoseok doesn't tease him for it, just sliding his arms around Namjoon's shoulders and guiding his face down for wet, open kisses.

He licks into Namjoon's mouth, no doubt tasting both of them, and Namjoon shivers.

"That felt good. Thank you."

"You taste incredible," Namjoon blurts out, and Hoseok's laugh is soft and genuine. Maybe a little flustered. His thighs are still spread to make room for Namjoon's hips, even though Namjoon holds his weight up so he's not crushing Hoseok. This is a little more like what he imagined for their first time, before getting to know Hoseok — the smaller omega underneath him, head tilting back while Namjoon kisses across his jaw, down to his neck, his throat. Hoseok's back arches, and Namjoon bites back a growl as his hard cock skims the soft, sweat-damp skin of Hoseok's flat belly.

Hoseok doesn't seem to mind baring his throat and his belly, letting Namjoon's lips explore how he wants. Is it because Namjoon has earned that much of Hoseok's trust, or is the omega simply indulging him?

It has Namjoon wondering, even as his hips rock down tentatively to slide his cock across Hoseok's skin again — is this how the omega led his pack, before they met? With sweet, encouraging words but also sharp looks; with a commanding aura that even now, as he lies beneath Namjoon, would have any alpha willing to get on their knees for him?

A sleepy grin tugs at Hoseok's lips, and he brings a hand between them to rest over Namjoon's chest. Is he feeling for how fast Namjoon's heart is pounding, his arousal making itself known again?

"You look lost in thought. What is it?"

Namjoon ducks his head shyly. "No, it's nothing—"

"Are you wondering how I can open my legs for an alpha in bed but still lead a pack, huh?"

The bluntness of the words catches Namjoon completely by surprise.

"No!" he says quickly, even though Hoseok doesn't look upset, his expression calm. "No, it's not about that, and even if for some reason it was... I would be just as guilty, wouldn't I, for how eager I was to get my knot wet? Just as questionable."

Hoseok doesn't agree or disagree. He just smirks, a handsome tug at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm just— just in awe of you," Namjoon continues. "Your guidance, your dominance, it's unconventional. It comes off softer, more subtle, and I imagine how a pack could benefit from that kind of leadership. I admire it, omega."

"First," Hoseok says, sliding his arms around Namjoon's shoulders, keeping him close, "only call me omega during sex, it sounds too formal otherwise. Unless you want to call me your omega, specifically. But you just had your tongue up my pussy, I think you can just use my name now, hm?"

Namjoon huffs out an embarrassed laugh, but he still nods.

"And second... thank you. For recognizing my leadership, and accepting it under such hurried circumstances. Really, Namjoon-ah, I wouldn't have agreed to mating you if I thought that you wouldn't respect my authority, or that you had an issue with omegas leading. But I know now that your heart is true. You lead well too, you know," Hoseok adds with a sweet grin, with a warmth behind his eyes. "I see how much you care. We'll work well together, and our pack will thrive."

"Hoseok-ah," Namjoon breathes out, but he doesn't finish. He leans down instead, lips brushing Hoseok's, waiting to see if he'll tip his face up and capture Namjoon's lips.

He doesn't. He waits for Namjoon to claim his lips, almost like an offering of control, and so Namjoon does.

The kiss starts soft, the slow pleasure of how their lips fit together, and then Namjoon lets himself kiss deeper. The hunger that stirs inside of him wants to devour Hoseok until he is gasping, and Hoseok lets him, sliding his palms down to Namjoon's bare chest, squeezing there as they trade desperate kisses. Namjoon rolls them onto their sides, dragging Hoseok's body close enough to feel the wet heat of him against his thigh, and he presses forward, shuddering when Hoseok's teeth sink into his lip.

"You take instruction well," Hoseok murmurs, guiding Namjoon's hand down between his thighs, his head dropping back when Namjoon presses two of his fingers inside at once. Hoseok's hips are already twitching when Namjoon curls them. "You, ah— you're big for an alpha, you're a good boy, oh—"

Namjoon huffs out a laugh against Hoseok's flushed throat, as if the praise doesn't shoot heat straight down to his cock. "Yeah?"

"Mmm." Hoseok rocks his hips in time with the push of Namjoon's fingers inside and the wet sounds grow, as do Hoseok's moans, his breathy gasps. The scent of arousal blooms sweet between them. "Namjoon-ah, honey, you... you can fuck me again, yeah?"

Namjoon's cock jerks helplessly. "You're not too sore?"

"Mm, no, I'm the perfect amount of sore. C'mon, sweetheart, give me your seed again—"

"Fuck," Namjoon swears, drawing his fingers out, smearing wet on Hoseok's thigh when he lifts his leg. He fucks Hoseok just like that — neither of them on top, but facing each other on their sides, with Namjoon's hands pressed to Hoseok's lower back, keeping his body close as he thrusts and buries himself deep.

Hoseok makes the sweetest noises against Namjoon's chest, his pussy hot and soft and clenching, both of them panting as Namjoon works his cock inside. They move together until they come, and then they doze off while waiting out the knot — sweat drying on their skin, instincts so wholly sated and heartbeats settling until Namjoon is certain that he can feel the moment that Hoseok drifts off, and follows him right after.

His sleep, however short, is peaceful, for the first time in months. Maybe it's exhaustion. More likely, it's the comforting presence of his mate in his arms.

Namjoon wakes up when the sky is still dark to Hoseok's head bobbing over his lap, mouth coaxing the alpha to hardness. Namjoon groans, thoughts murky but the pleasure is hot and rushing, and seeing Hoseok's pretty mouth stretch around him fills him with a wild surge of lust. But he doesn't want to come like this.

This time, Hoseok lets himself be taken on his hands and knees, laughing brightly when Namjoon mounts him with a growl.

"Yeah," Hoseok breathes out, eyes rolling back in pleasure, "let go, my good boy, take what you want—"

Namjoon is rough, because Hoseok can take it, and even moans louder at the roughness. He bites into the back of Hoseok's neck and snaps his hips forward until they both come, his body pressing Hoseok's into the bed. This knot goes down much quicker, the alpha's body spent, only for Hoseok to turn onto his back and lean up, sinking his teeth into Namjoon's shoulder.

It feels like a claim. Namjoon's cock gives a weak twitch at the sting, the little shudder of submission it brings, and he finally rasps, "Hoseok-ah, baby, I really can't go again."

Hoseok laughs. Somewhere between the lazy kisses they trade, they fall asleep again.

—

Namjoon doesn't stay asleep for long.

He's up a little after dawn and he tugs on his pants, going out to collect water, so that they can both wash before leaving Hoseok's home.

Hoseok whines when Namjoon slips back into bed, clothes once again taken off and left on the floor so that he's naked in his omega's nest. Hoseok reaches out for him, immediately snuggling closer when Namjoon pulls Hoseok into his arms.

His mate is soft and sleepy and warm, their scents all mixed together, so heavy with the lingering scent of sex. Namjoon presses a kiss to Hoseok's temple and feels such a tremendous sense of hope for their future that his eyes suddenly burn with it.

"Where did you go?" Hoseok asks, voice low, gravelly with sleep.

"To get water, for cleaning."

"Mmm." Hoseok rubs his cheek against Namjoon's chest. "Good alpha."

Hoseok doesn't go back to sleep, but they do take their time leaving the nest to wash up. Namjoon lets Hoseok go first and then almost immediately drags him back away from the bucket of water, dropping down to his knees, lapping at the cum that's started to leak from the blushing cleft of Hoseok's pussy.

"Oh, you— Namjoon-ah," Hoseok breathes out, and for once his tone is serious. Soft with something like awe. "You don't have to."

"I'll be gentle," Namjoon answers, too shy to put into words how much pleasure it brings him, how much satisfaction, cleaning up his own mess from the soft, swollen lips of Hoseok's pussy. "I know you're sore."

"It's as much my fault that I'm sore, ah..."

Namjoon does eventually let Hoseok actually clean himself, after the omega rides out one last orgasm on Namjoon's tongue. He shamelessly, proudly takes in every mole and scar and flex of muscle as Hoseok drags the wet cloth over his naked body. When Hoseok is done, Namjoon presses a kiss to the healing mark of his bite over Hoseok's scent gland, nuzzling at his hair.

"I think you're more puppy than man right now," Hoseok muses. "Will I have to bathe you myself?"

Namjoon rumbles happily at the idea, but Hoseok just laughs and shoves the cloth into Namjoon's hands, leaving to get dressed.

It's such a strange thing, how light Namjoon's heart feels. How easy it is to have faith already, not even a full day after mating, that meeting Hoseok is one of the best things that has ever happened to him.

He tells Hoseok that, too giddy in the aftermath of all the pleasure they shared to be embarrassed, and Hoseok just grabs his face and kisses him hard, whispering with a kind of fierceness that sends a shiver down Namjoon's spine,

"There's no one else I've ever even entertained the thought of having pups with until you, Kim Namjoon. With everything that I've been through — that we've been through — and all the fighting I had to do to be taken seriously as a leader, please know how much that means to me."

"I know," Namjoon says, kissing Hoseok softly on his lips, and then the tip of his nose, his forehead. "I'm still learning, but I do know, Jung Hoseok."

—

When they finally leave Hoseok's cabin, admittedly very hungry and also aware that they have responsibilities to tend to, they run into Seokjin on his way to bring them food.

Hoseok's second-in-command takes one look at his head omega and says with raised eyebrows, "Yahhh, you slut."

Namjoon's own eyebrows lift in surprise, but then Hoseok is laughing, loud and bright, resting a hand on Namjoon's arm before he can speak up in Hoseok's defense.

"Hyung, are you saying you wouldn't do the same in my position? Huh?"

"No comment."

"Namjoon-ah," Hoseok says, speaking in a softer voice to Namjoon, "he's just teasing. Yesterday when we spoke, I told him that you and I might not sleep together, not until we got the chance to learn more about each other..."

Namjoon's throat tightens. Worry pulses through him — did Hoseok feel pressured in any way by Namjoon's eagerness last night?

"Ehhh, I can tell you're overthinking from your scent right now. I wanted it. I did. Eating together and realizing how much I trusted the feelings our bond was giving me, it made me sure of what I wanted."

"I'm happy for both of you, really," Seokjin adds, meeting Namjoon's eyes with a kind smile, but then being the first to glance away, bowing his head in acknowledgment of Namjoon's position as a higher ranking alpha. "I'm also happy that our Hoseokie has someone looking out for him, to bring him happiness."

Hoseok freezes, lips turning down cutely with a frown, but Namjoon can see the shine in his eyes, and knows that Hoseok isn't truly upset. "Hyung. Don't say things like that..."

Seokjin rolls his eyes in fondness. "Yah, do you want me to go back to teasing? Because I can say I'm also happy for your pu—"

Hoseok puts a hand over Seokjin's mouth to stop him from finishing his sentence. They both laugh, and Namjoon belatedly takes the basket of food from Seokjin's hands.

"Come on, let's eat with the others," Hoseok says, linking his arm with Seokjin's. "Or have they already eaten?"

"Mm, some of them have. I think Namjoon's second-in-command, Yoongi, has been waiting for him to show up. And Jimin was going to rescue Taehyung and Jungkook from the group of pups that were climbing all over them..."

The echo of Hoseok's bright laughter around them is radiant like sunshine itself.

They walk together, nodding in greeting to the pack members that they pass as they go. Hoseok reassures Seokjin, "They're sturdy young alphas, they'll be fine. Although I wanted to tell Jungkookie that he was right, because I'm sure it will make him blush to hear."

"Right about what?" Seokjin asks.

Hoseok hums, exchanging a brief look with Namjoon. "He shared some important information about my new mate a while ago."

Seokjin is muttering under his breath when he says, "Why do I have the feeling this is about sex again..."

Namjoon laughs with Hoseok this time, his own face flushing a little, but Hoseok extends his free arm out to take Namjoon's hand, squeezing at his fingers. The feeling through their bond is light and giddy, the warm presence of Hoseok that brings Namjoon comfort to be able to sense.

"There's still a lot of work to be done around here, hyung, let me be naughty for just a little while longer."

"Hoseok-ah," Seokjin says with a short laugh, "I don't think anyone could stop you from being naughty if that's what you want."

Hoseok leans into Namjoon to bury a bashful laugh against his arm, but then he's murmuring, "This hyung isn't wrong, ah, but I'll behave in front of the others... At least, I will after I first see our Jungkookie blush."

Maybe Namjoon should protest, to save the young alpha the embarrassment, to save himself the embarrassment. But Hoseok knows his pack members best, and Namjoon likes seeing his mate so full of joy, so he just follows Hoseok's lead.