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Doyoung has a boyfriend. A new boyfriend. He’s someone that Doyoung met through mutual friends and someone that Doyoung has already kind of been having his eye on for the last few months. Doyoung’s new boyfriend is a painfully adorable puppy hybrid named Jungwoo. He’s someone that Doyoung has known for a few months now but they’ve never been more than just acquaintances that have some mutual friends. Jungwoo is Jaehyun’s roommate and Jaehyun is Doyoung’s roommate Johnny’s boyfriend. Doyoung and Johnny met in college and became roommates and then Johnny started dating Jaehyun and then naturally, Doyoung was introduced to Jungwoo as Doyoung got to know Jaehyun more. They’ve hung out once or twice on occasional nights out, Jungwoo always making all of them laugh whenever they get together. He’s attractive, he’s funny, he’s charming, and Doyoung really can’t get enough of his cute puppy ears that flop over his fluffy hair. Not only that but Jungwoo is an alpha and oh does his bunny enjoy it.
How their relationship started isn’t anything spectacular, in fact, it’s a rather boring story of how they got together. Doyoung likes Jungwoo and Jungwoo likes Doyoung. One night they were all hanging out at Doyoung and Johnny’s apartment and they started flirting and naturally one thing led to another and they found themselves naked on Doyoung’s bed. It happened once more and then Doyoung asked Jungwoo out on a first date and that's pretty much it. Jungwoo had blurted out how much he fancied Doyoung and Doyoung admitted the same and well, yeah, they became boyfriends. Jungwoo is the first person that Doyoung has dated in several years, notably since sophomore year of college. There’s been a few flings here and there but nothing that ever lit the spark in him to keep things going outside of the bedroom. After the first night with Jungwoo however, that spark was so bright it nearly sent him into a sex-induced heat session because it was so strong. The chemistry that Doyoung has with Jungwoo is practically out of this world. It’s natural, it’s comfortable, his bunny loves his alpha, and Jungwoo is just an overall amazing person to be around. There’s also not that pressure to be glued to each other’s hip all the time (though they practically are anyways), or always respond directly after they text each other, or really anything pressuring. Sure they get clingy sometimes and Doyoung can’t deny the tug at his omega when he’s away from Jungwoo for a few days at a time, but neither of them feel the need to be overbearing and Doyoung couldn’t be happier.
Honestly, everything is perfect. Jungwoo is perfect, his alpha is perfect, Doyoung’s omega is pleased beyond relief to have such a wonderful alpha in his life. Everything is perfect.
Except for one thing. One very, very, very important thing that Doyoung has kind of sort of maybe purposely forgotten to tell Jungwoo when they started dating.
And that one thing currently dawns on Doyoung in the middle of a half-naked, heated make out session on Jungwoo’s bed.
“Wait,” Doyoung breathes out, his hands resting on Jungwoo’s biceps, his fingers curled around the puppy’s toned arms nicely.
Jungwoo tilts his head and one of his floppy ears perks up, immediately messing up his hair that Doyoung has already tidied up a few times since they made it to the bedroom. “What is it?” Jungwoo naturally asks.
“What day is it?” Doyoung suddenly asks, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as the realization begins to dawn on him.
Jungwoo lets out a laugh, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips as he tugs Doyoung more on his lap. The shift makes Jungwoo’s cock brush against Doyoung’s already wet underwear and the action only makes his heart start to race with fear even more. “It’s April 16th, why?”
Doyoung knows he’s got a ridiculous look on his face. It’s one full of conflict of whether he should get up, run out the door, and hide away for the next year, or stay and tell Jungwoo the truth. Doyoung knows that Jungwoo has to find out eventually, he was going to tell him, he really, really, really was. He just didn’t plan on it being probably minutes away from the very thing he now needs to avoid. And sitting there, Jungwoo’s cock pushed against his wet underwear and on the verge of begging for Jungwoo to fuck him, definitely wasn’t the time that Doyoung had ever imagined spitting out his embarrassing secret.
“Doie?” Jungwoo asks, the puppy’s face now full of concern. His brows are furrowed, his lips are pursed out into a gentle pout, his ears are cast down in slight distress, and his thumbs are rubbing nicely on Doyoung’s hips. “What’s wrong?”
The look on Jungwoo’s face makes Doyoung whine, his hands coming up to cover his own face as he groans into his hands. One of his hands threads through his hair, ruffling up his black locks and his small ears twitch at the way his fingers brush against them. The thing is, Doyoung knows that Jungwoo wouldn’t care, at least, he honestly wants to believe he wouldn’t. Jungwoo is one of the most open and accepting people that Doyoung has ever met. He listens well, always taking in everything that Doyoung says when it comes to tell him about how bunny hybrids work. Jungwoo has a degree in hybrid studies and works at the clinic down the street that specifically is for hybrids. If anyone is going to understand; It’s Jungwoo. Yet the idea of telling him something like this is absolutely horrifying. But Doyoung knows that if he wants to keep things going with Jungwoo, like a serious future together (which he does), he’ll have to tell him.
By the time Doyoung’s eyes lock with Jungwoo’s, the other is still staring at him, his face still showing worry. Doyoung sucks in a breath and lets it out slowly, repeating until he feels his cheeks heat up as he parts his lips, ready to just spit it out. “I have to tell you something,” he says softly. Jungwoo nods his head, his gaze just as soft but locked with Doyoung’s as he waits for the rest of Doyoung’s words. “I can’t have sex tonight.”
The confession takes Jungwoo a bit by surprise for obvious reasons. But Jungwoo nods his head again, his cute ears wiggling as he does so. “Okay,” he says.
Doyoung expects more, he expects a hundred different questions and he doesn’t really know why he thinks they’re coming but that’s just what his mind has made up. Nothing else comes though and Doyoung sits on Jungwoo’s lap with his own pout on his lips and his own ears cast down in distress at the realization that he still needs to explain even if Jungwoo doesn’t ask why. He knows this would be the perfect opportunity to push it off some more because technically all Doyoung has to do is wait two more days and then he doesn’t have to worry about it anymore until next year. But the way Jungwoo is slowly caressing his hips and when he leans forward to press a gentle kiss to his forehead, the guilt of not telling him becomes stronger than the desire to swallow the secret.
“I kind of have this condition,” Doyoung starts, his breath hitching as the words begin to come to him quickly, now desperate to finish what Doyoung began. “If I have sex the week of Easter, I make eggs.”
Jungwoo blinks at him, both his ears perking up and ruffling his hair up even more. Jungwoo tilts his head cutely. “You make eggs?”
“Yes,” Doyoung sighs, his shoulders slumping and his hands sliding along Jungwoo’s arms. “Like Easter eggs. I know it sounds crazy but that’s what happens.”
“So,” Jungwoo begins, “If we were to have sex tonight, then you would make eggs? Kind of like a pregnancy but not a pregnancy?”
Doyoung nods his head, feeling his cheeks heat up to what feels like the brightest red known in existence. That’s exactly what happens to him. Doyoung doesn’t know why, he doesn’t know how, or the real medical explanation is but that’s what happens. If Doyoung has sex during the week of Easter, he pretty much turns into some kind of real life version of the Easter Bunny. The absolute worst part about it is that he had no idea he had such a condition until it happened. So there twenty-one year old Doyoung was, getting dicked down by a hot alpha and suddenly, everything happened. In a matter of minutes after the alpha came in him, Doyoung’s stomach began to swell and thankfully, but also unfortunately, those eggs came out another few minutes after. And the whole thing left Doyoung sitting there in a creamy mess with tears streaming down his face and his eyes staring at three very pretty eggs between his legs. Luckily, the hot alpha that caused the whole thing was Johnny and Johnny consoled him through it all.
One trip to the doctors later and Doyoung was sitting at home bundled up under his blankets in overwhelming embarrassment and shame. He was told that there’s no real cause for the situation to happen and that it’s genetic and there’s nothing to really do about it other than not have sex during the week of Easter. It’s apparently some kind of rare gene that Doyoung has unfortunately inherited that has been carried down through the family and decided to stick on him because according to his mom, none of his immediate relatives have it. From there, Doyoung has made it his mission to just stick to the plan of not having sex during Easter and keeping his secret locked up. Except for now.
“Yeah,” Doyoung admits, “I’m sorry, I know this is kind of-”
“I’d still be down for having sex,” Jungwoo says before Doyoung can finish his sentence. “If you still want to.”
“What?” Doyoung breathes out in confusion.
Doyoung watches as Jungwoo’s cheeks heat up and his gaze averts his for a brief moment before his eyes return to Doyoung’s. “I’m not grossed out or anything by it if that’s what you were worried about.” There’s a breath and then Jungwoo makes another confession. “It actually sounds pretty hot.”
The concept of Doyoung’s body making vibrant colored Easter eggs and the word hot were never two that he thought could ever go together. Naturally, there’s always been the cliche kink about bunny hybrids and Easter bunnies for some reason (a reason Doyoung didn’t understand until the thing happened), always trending porn videos he furiously scrolls past any time he browses videos to get off to. But he never imagined that he would physically meet someone that had said kink and that person to be his boyfriend. The idea of Jungwoo being the one to ‘knock him up’ for lack of better words, doesn’t actually sound horrible oddly enough. He knows what to expect now and thankfully the whole thing only lasts maybe fifteen minutes and then it’s over. And for someone to think it’s hot, brings this slightly awkward wave of tingly feeling through his veins. The conflicting thoughts make Doyoung’s brows squish together and his hands unconsciously squeeze at Jungwoo’s arms cause damn, is he confused now.
“Does it hurt?” Jungwoo asks, pulling Doyoung out of his confused but also somewhat horny daze due to Jungwoo’s confession.
Doyoung shakes his head slowly. “Not really. It’s uncomfortable but it doesn’t really hurt.”
With a gentle shrug of his shoulders and a soft laugh, Jungwoo bites down on his lip as he tugs Doyoung onto his lap more, their waists becoming flush once again. “I wanna see,” Jungwoo says.
Doyoung parts his lips when Jungwoo’s hands slide up his back, making him arching into his touch. The hands slide back down and one curls against his tail, giving it just the smallest of tugs to make Doyoung whimper out in pleasure. “Are you sure?”
Instead of a verbal response, Jungwoo tilts his head, leaning forward until he captures Doyoung’s lips in a kiss. It’s a gentle one but one that goes on and on, and on, their lips constantly slotting together and moving in unison. “Mhm,” Jungwoo mumbles against Doyoung’s lips when Doyoung wraps his arms around Jungwoo’s shoulders. “I bet you look so sexy,” Jungwoo laughs sofly, his teeth sinking down on Doyoung’s bottom lip, tugging it out slightly until it slips out under his grasp. “My little Easter bunny.”
Doyoung’s lips curl into a shy smile but also one that has the corners of his lips quivering in anticipation as Jungwoo lays him down on the bed. The nerves still linger in him, his thighs shaking when he feels Jungwoo nudge them apart for him to settle between them. There’s the sudden worry as they kiss again that maybe once it happens, Jungwoo won’t actually find it as sexy as he thinks it will be. Doyoung gets terribly messy as his body goes through an odd version of labor. Then again, they share their own little list of kinks that Doyoung had before meeting Jungwoo and ones that he’s developed after meeting him too. So something that could be considered on the extreme end of kinks being something of interest for Jungwoo, isn’t really anything out of the ordinary. Then there’s the fact that he knows that Jungwoo would stop at any given moment if Doyoung asked him too and the knowledge of that makes Doyoung feel incredibly safe.
There’s a moan that makes Doyoung break the kiss as Jungwoo rolls his hips down against him. His cock is tenting in his underwear, hard and already leaking when Doyoung looks down between them. He watches as Jungwoo lines their hips up perfectly to let his cock slide between Doyoung’s wet folds. Doyoung can see the way his panties are beginning to scrunch up the more Jungwoo grinds against him, his panties scooting inwards to nuzzle between his folds and the new friction is both welcomed and hated. With a shaky hand, Doyoung reaches down between them and Jungwoo pauses his movements to let Doyoung shift his panties to the side, fully exposing himself for Jungwoo’s cock to come nuzzle against his bare pussy. Jungwoo happily obliges but not before he shimmies off his underwear, his hard cock popping out and the sight makes Doyoung suck in a sharp breath and his pussy clenches.
They’ve had nearly an hour of heated foreplay in the living room of Doyoung’s apartment before this. It started with Doyoung, his hand resting on Jungwoo’s thigh as they cuddled together on the couch. They shared some kisses that were broken by giggles and compliments gushed out by Jungwoo. It eventually led to Doyoung on his knees, between Jungwoo’s legs, sucking his cock until Jungwoo squeaked out that he was going to cum and which Doyoung responded by pulling his lips off and telling him to wait. In return, Jungwoo had two fingers in Doyoung and was sucking a hickey against his neck until Doyoung begged for more and Jungwoo gave him the same punishment of pulling his fingers out and telling him to wait. Doyoung had stood up with a huff and grabbed Jungwoo’s hand, tugging the laughing puppy down the hallway and into his room. Jungwoo had the biggest smile on his face when Doyoung pushed him on the bed and got on his lap to continue their heated foreplay. So right now, any tiny bit of pleasure is making Doyoung go crazy.
“Fuck,” Doyoung breathes out, “Woo, please.” The words come out as really a garbled jumble of an actual plea and a string of moans because watching Jungwoo wrap his hand around his cock and slowly jerk himself off is one of Doyoung’s favorite things.
“Are you sure?” Jungwoo asks, his head tilted and his ears positioned down as he looks at Doyoung with a somewhat serious gaze. “I know I said I wanted to see it but if you’re not comfortable then I totally get it because-”
“Jungwoo,” Doyoung laughs and the laughter makes Jungwoo’s ears perk up in response, “I’m sure.”
There’s still a high possibility that Doyoung will regret his decision to let Jungwoo do this. He might get so swollen up and when it’s time to rid himself of the eggs may be a full disaster of embarrassment but like he already came to the conclusion before; Jungwoo makes him feel safe and if Jungwoo can make him feel safe in this situation, then Doyoung knows it’ll be worth it. He won’t have to hide it anymore, he won’t have to block off the week of Easter for no sex anymore, he can just live his life happily without worry. And of course there’s obvious bonus points if Jungwoo actually does think it’s hot. Jungwoo is his boyfriend, one that Doyoung truly does see a future with and if he wants a future with Jungwoo, his egg making days aren’t going to magically end so fuck it, he might as well try and have some fun with it.
Doyoung wraps his arms around Jungwoo and pulls him down into a kiss. It’s a heated one and their tongues immediately battle for dominance, one that Jungwoo gives up rather easily. He only gives up his dominance to focus on something else instead; rubbing his cock up and down the length of Doyoung’s pussy. It’s honestly maddening the way that Jungwoo can tease him. At first, Doyoung didn’t exactly know what to expect when they snuck off to his room the very first night they slept together. Jungwoo is a rather goofy puppy, truly acting like a puppy some days instead of a more mature hybrid. His kisses weren’t very coordinated and his plump lips left sloppy kisses everywhere that left Doyoung with wet marks throughout his body. Jungwoo had came when Doyoung sucked him off, covering his flushed face with his hands in shyness right after. He had stumbled while putting the condom on him, so much that Doyoung had to help him. But holy fuck was Doyoung completely wrong about everything the moment he shoved his cock in him.
Jungwoo isn’t the most coordinated alpha that Doyoung has ever been with. Most of his movements aren’t steady and there’s a really cute awkwardness that Jungwoo exudes whenever they have sex. It all just adds to the pleasure though. Doyoung likes the rough and sloppy movements that Jungwoo gives him, the alpha seemingly trying to control himself but also unable to at the same time and it creates a perfect balance for Doyoung. Jungwoo cums fast, most of the time right before Doyoung does, but the alpha has stamina that lets him go multiple rounds until Doyoung whimpers for them to stop. Their sex is always a mix of intense desire and lighthearted softness that makes their time together one of a kind. It’s that perfect chemistry that makes all parts of Doyoung pleased.
Nails dig into Jungwoo’s arms when the alpha slowly pushes in. There’s a stretch that makes a shiver shoot down his spine but in the most delightful of ways. His legs spread more, knees slightly bending to try and allow Jungwoo more space between him. Jungwoo’s hands land on Doyoung’s hips, steadying his small waist as he bottoms out, their hips flush and Doyoung watches through hooded eyes the way Jungwoo’s face contorts into pleasure. The alpha’s lips are parted, head tilted back and his ears are shifted downwards, much like Doyoung’s own. Their eyes meet when Jungwoo opens them and then he bites down on his lip, flashing Doyoung the smallest of grins but it’s enough for his breath to hitch at the sight.
There are moments where Jungwoo lets his cutesy puppy side fade away. Most of the times those moments are when they’re alone together, Jungwoo letting his alpha take over in the bedroom. The moment his alpha comes out though, oh, Doyoung never feels more like an omega. Jungwoo isn’t the type of alpha to flaunt it all the time. None of his alpha friends are really like that. Johnny and Jaehyun occasionally use it, most of the time it’s a result of both of them being hyped up on each other’s pheromones and their alphas getting a kick out of the whole dominance fighting thing. Jungwoo normally saves it for the bedroom, asserting little bits of dominance here and there that take Doyoung by a pleasant surprise. He’s definitely been getting more used to it too, the puppy not trying to hold back as much as he used to when they first started dating and Doyoung welcomes every new showing of his alpha.
“Doie,” Jungwoo whines out, his hips shifting, thighs gently nudging Doyoung’s legs up towards his chest. “You feel so good.”
Doyoung only nods his head in response because along with Jungwoo’s compliment, his hips start moving, his cock thrusting slowly but deeply in him. His lips part and he leans his head back against the pillow he’s laying on, and his eyes fall between them, watching the way Jungwoo’s hips are moving. Doyoung is angled just right for him to see Jungwoo’s cock slide out of him only to push right back in with an accompanied wet sound that has Doyoung’s cheeks heating up. Doyoung parts his lips, ready to speak but then Jungwoo thrusts particularly hard and it takes the words right out of his mouth and replaces it with a breathy moan instead.
The moment Jungwoo leans forward, Doyoung cups at his cheeks, bringing the other down into a kiss. Their lips meet sloppily as Jungwoo’s hips begin to find somewhat of a rhythm. Doyoung’s hand slides between Jungwoo’s ears, nails scratching against his scalp enough for Jungwoo to gasp out prettily against his lips. Jungwoo moans, his hips stuttering for a brief moment before he ducks his head to nuzzle against Doyoung’s neck. There are sloppy, wet, kisses placed along the expanse of his neck. The kisses go to each and every part of his neck, Jungwoo not missing a single bit as he nips and sucks, the ministrations definitely being enough to leave marks. Doyoung’s fingers stay threaded through Jungwoo’s hair, his fingers twisting and gently tugging on his locks whenever Jungwoo bites too hard, the puppy immediately loosening up at the silent complaint.
“How many eggs do you make?” Jungwoo says against Doyoung’s ear, his voice broken by small breathy pants.
The question makes Doyoung’s eyes flutter shut, his muscles tightening around Jungwoo’s cock. He parts his lips and then closes them, repeating the action a few times as he tries to find words between the moans that bubble up in his chest. “Three,” Doyoung breathes out after some time.
Jungwoo lets out a groan, one that vibrates against Doyoung’s skin when Jungwoo places another kiss to his neck, his tongue darting out to lick against his scent gland. For a moment, Doyoung doesn’t think that Jungwoo is going to say anything in response. There’s nothing really to say in response and Doyoung pushes the small conversation out of his mind as Jungwoo’s thrusts become rougher.
“I can’t wait to see it,” Jungwoo eventually says, his teeth sinking into Doyoung’s neck. They continue going in, in, in, until Doyoung yelps out in pain, his hand gently pushing at Jungwoo’s shoulder and the alpha’s lips pull away with a wet pop. Jungwoo straightens up enough for their eyes to meet and the angle lets Doyoung see the way Jungwoo’s bangs are beginning to stick to his forehead, a layer of shimmering sweat holding them down. “I’m gonna cum a lot in you so you can make more than three.”
The implication of Doyoung creating more than just the three eggs he did the first time shouldn’t make his heart flutter and his pussy quiver. It shouldn’t make him nod his head, his fuzzy bunny ears wiggling against the pillow. It shouldn’t make his tail poof up out of excitement and all his hybrid reactions don’t go unnoticed. Jungwoo picks up on them right away and Doyoung can tell when the younger one straightens out all the way, his hands sliding down Doyoung’s flushed chest.
“Is that making your bunny excited?” Jungwoo asks, his head tilting and one of his ears perking up.
Doyoung nods his head quickly without any hesitation. The silent confession makes his cheeks flush another shade darker, realizing that he had just been fussing about this and now here he is getting excited for it. He’ll most likely have embarrassing regret hours after it all happens but right now, Doyoung is living for the whole thing. And the only regret he currently has is not telling Jungwoo sooner because the alpha is increasingly getting sexier and sexier the closer they get to the egg making.
One of Jungwoo’s hands lingers on his hip while the other presses against his stomach. It’s a gentle push but one that makes Doyoung’s eyes close for more than one reason. One is the fact that Jungwoo’s cock is fairly obvious in Doyoung, the alpha’s dick being big enough to bulge in Doyoung because of his small waist. The second is that he can feel the way Jungwoo’s thrusts are beginning to falter and how his moans are becoming whimpers that get higher and higher. And with the beginnings of Jungwoo’s orgasm means the beginnings of what Doyoung had feared so much only a short time ago and Jungwoo’s hand gently pressing against his stomach is a calming reminder of it.
“Woo,” Doyoung breathes out when he feels Jungwoo’s cock start to twitch in him, “fuck,” Doyoung adds with a soft laugh, his teeth sinking down into his bottom lip.
The familiar warmth of Jungwoo cumming in him is one that Doyoung will never get sick of. It’ll never fail to make gushes of slick leak out of him, never fail to make his face burn red with arousal, and his bunny will always happily react to it. The sensation is one that Doyoung can’t compare to anything else. It’s hot, so burning hot inside him as their secondary genders blend together in the most instinctual of ways. Being raw like this with someone is a connection that Doyoung rarely allows to happen but when he does, he’s well rewarded with the feeling of pure happiness.
Jungwoo leans down and they meet in a kiss. Doyoung’s arms wrap around Jungwoo’s shoulders pulling him down as far as he can in their position. Jungwoo doesn’t stop thrusting while he orgasms either and the sporadic and practically frantic movements are enough to send Doyoung over the edge too. Doyoung’s nails dig into Jungwoo’s shoulders, the alpha responding with a moan against Doyoung’s lips. His thighs spread further and his hips push down in attempts to ground himself as he cums. Doyoung feels his entire body flutter with an orgasm. It starts from his ears, the small fuzzy ears folding down until they practically disappear into his color matching hair. His eyes squeeze shut and his lips still against Jungwoo’s while the alpha continues to pepper kisses along his lips. He feels his chest rising and falling quickly, matching with his heartbeat that has sped up due to his orgasm. His pussy contracts and quivers around Jungwoo’s cock, both attempting to keep him in and push him out due to the tickle of overstimulation. There’s an increase of wetness between them as Jungwoo keeps thrusting, his rhythm now back to being slow and steady, helping Doyoung along through his orgasm and with each thrust, Doyoung lets out the smallest of squirts that begins to gather on the base of his tail.
Doyoung laughs against Jungwoo’s lips, his arms tightening around his shoulders as his orgasm begins to slow. Jungwoo’s lips curl up into a smile with each peck of the lips and then the younger one is giggling against Doyoung’s lips, their bodies twisting and turning into a new position. Soon, Doyoung is on top, his hips being held by Jungwoo as the puppy looks up at him. Jungwoo’s hair is sprawled out messily on the pillow and his fluffy ears are in the most adorable half-up half-down position. In the new change, Doyoung spreads his legs, letting his knees push down into the bed as he gently rocks his hips, sparking up the bit of pleasure left from his orgasm. Jungwoo lets out a soft moan, one that’s matched with the gentle squeezing of Doyoung’s hips, his hands helping Doyoung slowly move on his cock.
The movements begin to slow down even further when Doyoung feels the room getting hot, really hot. His entire body feels as though it’s going to catch on fire and it makes his hands slide down along Jungwoo’s arms, grabbing onto them for support. The increased temperature throughout him is accompanied by a slow but steady growing pain in his stomach and it doesn’t take long before Doyoung realizes what’s happening. It started off last time just as it is now. At first, Doyoung had thought it was his heat being set off by the similar symptoms, so similar in fact that Doyoung had ignored them until his stomach was swollen and round. This time though, not only is he well aware of what's going to happen but it’s what he wants to happen.
“Wait,” Doyoung breathes out as the tension in his stomach grows.
His hand grips at Jungwoo’s arm, nails gently digging into his skin before he lets his hand slide down against Jungwoo’s, bringing it over to place on his stomach. Jungwoo of course gets what Doyoung is trying to tell him and when Doyoung lets his hand fall off of Jungwoo’s to go back to grabbing at his arm, Jungwoo doesn’t move his hand away. Instead, there’s soft and gentle circles that are drawn against his skin as Doyoung leans his head back, his brows furrowed together and ears pointed down in slight discomfort. It doesn’t necessarily hurt, at least this part doesn’t hurt but rather just feels odd. It’s a type of fullness that Doyoung can’t compare to anything at all and one that’s truly unique to his situation. It’s a fullness that grows and grows and Doyoung whimpers when he feels his skin begin to stretch and when he looks down, his stomach is already beginning to round out.
“Oh,” Jungwoo says softly, “Doyoung,” he adds with a breath.
There’s the strongest urge that comes over Doyoung to just run away and hide to do this by himself. He knows what to expect now, he knows what will happen next, he knows that the eggs aren’t going to stay in forever and the most embarrassing part is yet to come. But Jungwoo’s soothing hand on his growing stomach is what keeps him still. The soft movements are what calm him down and remind him that Jungwoo wanted to see this. He’s not grossed out by the idea and that was really the only fear that Doyoung had in the first place.
“Your bunny must really like an alpha treating you well,” Jungwoo says and it makes Doyoung’s gaze move from his stomach to Jungwoo. “It makes you so happy you start making eggs.” Jungwoo’s soft words make Doyoung bite down on his lip, his head nodding slowly in response. “Mm,” Jungwoo adds, his hand on Doyoung’s hip tightening as he rolls his hips up, his cock thrusting just slightly in Doyoung but it’s enough for Doyoung to sigh out a moan. “Practicing for when I actually get you pregnant.”
The suggestion of Jungwoo knocking Doyoung up goes straight to his pussy. It clenches around Jungwoo’s cock and he feels flutters all throughout his stomach. Jungwoo’s hand on his hip tightens and lifts him up just enough for him to start thrusting properly. Doyoung leans his head back, his hands finding purchase on Jungwoo’s thighs, his entire torso arched as his body moves in response to Jungwoo’s thrusts. For a brief moment, Doyoung wonders what it would be like. He wonders if they would have kits or puppies or a mix of both or maybe just fully human babies. Jungwoo would take such good care of him, pampering him with every chance he could get. Doyoung would look like how he does now too, his stomach swollen, belly button just barely poking out, and in the arms of Jungwoo. Maybe Jungwoo is right, maybe this really is his body practicing for actual pregnancy. His bunny gets so excited at the presence of an alpha that it just goes haywire and makes up its own faux pregnancy.
Doyoung’s little imaginary fantasies of him actually being pregnant comes to an end when he feels pressure in his stomach. He sucks in a breath, his lips parting for a whimper as he slowly reaches forward to nudge at Jungwoo’s arm. The alpha looks at him, his head slightly tilted on the pillow, bangs now back to being stuck against his shiny forehead, and his hand slides off of Doyoung’s stomach, fingers sprawling out onto Doyoung’s thigh instead. The pressure in his stomach only gets worse and worse and begins to shift down into his hips and Doyoung finds it hard to concentrate on anything, the mixture of sensations blurring in his mind. Jungwoo is still thrusting up into him at a somewhat steady pace, Doyoung’s body bouncing in response and his own hips trying to chase the pleasure that gets lost in Doyoung’s mind.
“Ah,” Doyoung says with a sharp inhale, “Jungwoo-”
The rest of his words are lost when Doyoung processes the feeling growing in him. He lets his hips rock slowly on Jungwoo for a few more seconds before he lifts his hips up until Jungwoo’s cock slides wetly out of him. The moment Jungwoo’s cock is out of him, Doyoung whines, his voice low and shaky. His thighs shake, body slipping down to be flush against Jungwoo’s thighs, his arms giving out behind him, unable to keep him up any longer. There’s an increase of wetness, Doyoung feeling the thick slick sliding down out of him, pooling in the creases of where he and Jungwoo’s bodies meet. Doyoung’s tail poofs up, wiggling as he scrunches his nose up and his muscles contract. Then, Doyoung feels it happen. It’s nothing more than a gentle and quick stretch, his body now more than stretched out thanks to Jungwoo. The relief is almost instant though, all the pressure gone in his body when he feels the egg slide out of him, slipping right out to land between his legs, warm and wet against his pussy.
“Oh my god,” Jungwoo says, his voice barely being heard over the sound of Doyoung’s heartbeat in his ears. “You weren’t kidding,” the alpha says with a laugh.
Doyoung shakes his head, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he comes to from his small daze. Jungwoo’s body begins to straighten up and as Doyoung shifts on him, his hand reaches out, palm pressing flush against Jungwoo’s chest, stalling him from fully sitting up. “Wait,” Doyoung says softly, “Be careful. Don’t,” Doyoung pauses, feeling his cheeks flush at the reasoning for his words. “Don’t break it.”
Jungwoo’s ears perk up at Doyoung’s request. Doyoung expects a question in response but nothing ever comes. The desire to keep what his body has created safe happened last time too, even through all the fear and panic, there was an overwhelming urge to make sure nothing happened to the eggs. He watched every movement that Johnny had made with them, his worried filled voice constantly telling Johnny to just be careful. What happens to Doyoung may be something that he dislikes, but he still makes the eggs and his mind treats them as if they’re actually kits instead of just silly Easter eggs. The exact same thing is happening right now as he sits on Jungwoo’s lap. He looks down between them, his breath hitching as he stares at the egg that’s resting snuggly against his slightly swollen pussy. It isn’t that big, definitely being able to fit with plenty of space in his palm, no bigger than a normal egg. The color is blue, a delicate sky blue and there’s faint outlines of stripes that go horizontally across the middle.
“Here,” Jungwoo says softly, his hand grabbing at Doyoung’s discarded panties that are still lingering on the edge of the bed. Doyoung watches as the puppy places the panties on the nightstand, shifting and moving the fabric until he’s satisfied. “We’ll put it over here so it stays safe.”
Jungwoo is incredibly gentle with picking up the egg, probably more gentle than he truly needs to be but Doyoung is grateful at the carefulness Jungwoo is taking. There’s a small loss of warmth against him when Jungwoo moves the egg away, nestling it in the small cushioned home he made for it. Everything feels slightly surreal to Doyoung this time. There’s a lingering static-like current that’s running through him, one that Doyoung can’t really figure out what it means. His skin is still flushed, the room feeling just as hot as it did when he started making eggs. His tail is puffed and thighs are still shaking gently against Jungwoo, his knees bumping against his sides softly. Then there’s the arousal that’s still making his body buzz, one that’s only amplified when Jungwoo finally sits up all the way and captures Doyoung’s lips in a kiss.
Doyoung’s stomach is still swollen and the feeling of Jungwoo flush against it, one hand on his stomach and the other on his hip makes Doyoung moan against Jungwoo’s lips. Doyoung made these eggs for Jungwoo. He made them to show him that he would be a good partner for him, a good omega to take his offspring and even if that’s not actually what the whole egg making thing is about, that’s what Doyoung feels like. Jungwoo is incredibly gentle when he wraps his arm around Doyoung, lifting him up just enough to take him off his lap. Doyoung doesn't go far and soon he’s back in his original position of laying on his back, his small bunny ears perked up with interest as Jungwoo crawls over him. The alpha meets him in another kiss, one slow and gentle and the kiss lasts for what feels like forever, their lips melting together perfectly.
Jungwoo’s hand slides down the curve of Doyoung’s waist, traveling down until it reaches the inside of his thigh and in response, Doyoung spreads his legs, his hips bucking up just slightly and it’s enough for him to bump against Jungwoo’s still very hard cock. The hand on his hips moves further and further in between them and Doyoung moans against Jungwoo’s lips when his fingers brush against his wetness. Two fingers slide through his folds, collecting the thick slick that has come with the egg and Jungwoo pushes those same fingers in him, making Doyoung arch his back, his head leaning back against the pillow.
“How many more do you have for me, Doie?”
Doyoung feels his entire face flush at the question. He looks up at Jungwoo, the other looking down at him with the gentlest of smiles. “I don’t know,” Doyoung admits, “They came out all at once last time.”
They did, one by one, back to back, all practically popping out of him in a matter of seconds. Doyoung is well aware that there are more in him, the heaviness in his stomach being an obvious clue that he didn’t just make one egg. The way the pressure hasn’t come back though makes Doyoung slightly worried, wondering why the rest seemingly have no desire to come out.
Jungwoo parts his lips and closes them again, once, then twice as Doyoung watches him try to find his words. “Do you need me to fuck them out of you?” Jungwoo finally says and it makes Doyoung nearly choke on his spit. Before Doyoung can manage to say anything (because he’s still struggling to catch his breath), Jungwoo emphasizes his words by letting his cock slide between his wet folds, sending all sorts of pleasure-filled shivers through Doyoung’s body. “Maybe I could,” Jungwoo says, his words trailing off as he lets his cock slide down from Doyoung’s pussy, dragging the slick along with it until he reaches his ass.
The implication of Jungwoo fucking his ass instead has Doyoung’s heart fluttering. They’ve done it once or twice, mostly when Doyoung’s poor pussy is too sore but both him and Jungwoo aren’t ready to end yet. Doyoung locks his gaze with Jungwoo’s as the alpha lets his fingers replace his cock, swiping them through the messy wetness of Doyoung’s pussy and then letting his fingers swirl around the rim of Doyoung’s ass. There’s a gasp that has Doyoung’s chest rising and his brows furrow together slightly when one of Jungwoo’s slick-filled fingers push in slowly. It’s definitely an uncomfortable feeling, one that Doyoung barely experiences but it’s not necessarily unpleasant. Jungwoo is as gentle as can be, his finger moving slowly but deeply, twisting and turning and his other hand busies itself with pushing against his clit, drawing circles along it just as slowly. One finger turns into two and then three after a short while, Doyoung’s body easily loosening up for Jungwoo thanks to the added pleasure of having his clit played with. That added pleasure though along with the handful of other sensations in his body, begin to build up into an orgasm.
“Jungwoo,” Doyoung groans, his hand pushing against the bed, twisting in the already ruffled sheet under them. “I’m gonna cum.”
Doyoung’s legs spread further, knees unconsciously finding the comfortable position of being bent towards his chest. His muscles tighten and with it he feels his stomach begin to feel heavier as well, the familiar pressure returning, moving down, down, down, into his hips. It’s a lot at once, the feeling of his orgasm fast approaching and the beginnings of another egg wanting to come out. Doyoung sucks in a sharp breath, letting it out as a long, drawn out whimper when his orgasm finally washes over him. He feels every muscle in his body tighten up, his back arches and his hips push down against Jungwoo’s hands, trying to chase the pleasure the alpha is giving him. His pussy contracts and Doyoung gasps out when he feels Jungwoo’s fingers slide along his folds. The three fingers in his ass don’t slow down either, if anything, they speed up, the tips of Jungwoo’s fingers curling up prettily in him.
There’s an overwhelming urge to push and so Doyoung does. He feels the egg shift in him, the sensation making Doyoung groan out deeply, his ears folding flat against his hair. There’s a small stretch and then relief that comes in the form of an egg popping out of him. He feels it slide down along his skin, thick and wet slick holding it to him until it finally slides all the way down to the bed, bumping against the base of his tail. Doyoung’s pussy continues to contract and when Jungwoo swipes his finger across his clit, he feels the smallest of squirts come out of him, something that makes him fold his arm over his eyes.
“These are so pretty,” Doyoung hears Jungwoo say. “Such a good bunny, making all these pretty eggs for me.”
Doyoung nods his head, his arm still covering his eyes until he feels Jungwoo’s fingers slip out of him. There’s the fading warmth of the egg taken away from him and the realization of it being moved is what makes Doyoung shift his arm to be able to watch Jungwoo. Just as before, the alpha is extremely careful with the egg, this time the one in his hand being a pastel purple color, void of any patterns. Doyoung’s eyes follow Jungwoo as he sets it down to join the other, nestling it temporarily in the soft fabric of Doyoung’s forgotten underwear. Jungwoo then leans over Doyoung, coming down to press another loving kiss to his lips, one that Doyoung happily accepts, his hand even sliding between Jungwoo’s ears, giving him the smallest of scratches that make the puppy hum against his lips.
“Can I fuck you?” Jungwoo asks and Doyoung nods his head in response.
The puppy wastes no time settling into position. One hand is on Doyoung’s hip, holding him tightly as the other swipes his cock through Doyoung’s pussy to collect more slick. Jungwoo’s brows are furrowed and Doyoung can see the way he’s biting his lip, his two front teeth sticking out cutely as he lets the tip of his cock brush against Doyoung’s ass. The stretch is definitely more uncomfortable than Doyoung expected and Jungwoo’s already big cock feels even larger as he pushes in. It takes several minutes for Doyoung to get adjusted, the minutes spent with Jungwoo’s hand gently caressing Doyoung’s still swollen stomach and quiet questions asking if Doyoung is okay.
Doyoung is the one to let Jungwoo know he’s ready for him to move. It’s a shift in his hips, his body attempting to push down onto his cock, his pussy clenching at the pleasure that rolls through him in response. Jungwoo still takes it slow, thrusting in and out at a gentle pace, one that Doyoung knows he’s concentrating hard on. The slow pace doesn’t last long though and when Doyoung feels the pressure beginning to build in his stomach, he lets his hand slide down, fingers brushing against Jungwoo’s hand that’s steadily holding his hip.
“Faster,” Doyoung says and Jungwoo lets out a groan in response, his ears perking up momentarily before they fold back down in concentration.
“Are you gonna give me another egg?” Jungwoo asks and Doyoung nods his head, his chest rising and falling quickly as he feels the pressure in his stomach shifting downwards.
At the confirmation, Jungwoo’s hand returns to Doyoung’s pussy. His fingers slide through the folds, making their way up and down, fingers tickling against his clit with each pass. Doyoung whines, his hand squeezing at Jungwoo’s fingers and he lets out a moan when he feels the pressure turn into the urge to push. Doyoung does and as he does, he feels Jungwoo thrust particularly hard and his hand cups under Doyoung’s pussy, quickly catching the egg that pops out. It’s not just one egg this time, but two, the other coming only seconds after and Doyoung can hear a faint laughter coming from Jungwoo. There’s a rush of wetness between them and Doyoung feels it quickly slide down from his pussy, going straight past Jungwoo’s hand and pooling around his cock that’s thrusting in him.
“Oh my god,” Doyoung breathes out, his voice shaky and broken up by a gasp, “Wait, Jungwoo,” he says with urgency when he sees the other bend over him to let the two eggs join the others.
The urgency in his voice is due to the feeling of another egg coming. Jungwoo quickly gets the plea and by the time Doyoung feels it pop out of him, Jungwoo’s hand is there to catch it. Doyoung lets out a whimper, his chest fluttering with a staggered breath and he feels his eyes begin to tear up. It’s not painful, nothing is painful at all, it’s just overwhelming. Overwhelmingly good. It’s so good that Doyoung pretty much loses track of everything, his mind wandering in and out of focusing on real life and living in a little fantasy world that he keeps wandering into.
Jungwoo fucks Doyoung perfectly. He has him positioned just right, his hips up enough for his tail not to be squished, body being held up by Jungwoo’s hands tightly on his hips. Doyoung’s legs are bent against his sides, his still swollen stomach preventing them from being flush against him. Jungwoo’s cock is so fucking good in him and every now and then, Jungwoo will let his fingers push into Doyoung’s pussy, fingering him to only add to the pleasure he’s providing him. Each time he does so, Doyoung feels the pressure build and Jungwoo begins to pick up on it too, noticing when Doyoung’s muscles start to tense up. The fingers in him stay until the last minute, Doyoung’s hand already ready to reach down and push Jungwoo’s hand away only for him to do it the moment Doyoung pushes. Then there’s the instant relief when the egg pops out, Doyoung being so wet now that it’s an actual pop each time he pushes one out. He’s not just increasingly getting wetter and wetter thanks to the eggs either, Jungwoo has already sent him through two more orgasms, each one having Doyoung pathetically squirt, splashing on both Jungwoo and Doyoung himself.
“You’re getting so wet,” Jungwoo comments the moment Doyoung pushes another egg out. Doyoung’s eyes squeeze shut as Jungwoo shifts his hips forward more, his squirt going straight onto his stomach and it slides down along his skin, pooling at the crease of his skin due to the way his body is positioned. “Does it make you feel good, Doie?”
Doyoung doesn’t answer, he doesn’t think he can even find words anymore because he can barely catch his breath. He whimpers instead, his teary eyes struggling to see Jungwoo through the blurriness. He can feel Jungwoo’s thrusts becoming broken, his rather steady pace turning into a staggered combination of hard and shallow, switching between a string of quick thrusts and ones that are slow and deep. Doyoung sucks in a deep breath, looking to calm his body down but all he’s hit with is the thick pheromones that Jungwoo has been steadily letting out. It only sparks up the arousal in him and Doyoung reaches down to grab Jungwoo’s arm in an attempt to ground himself.
It doesn’t take long before Doyoung’s muscles begin to waiver, his body both overworked and overstimulated. It’s hard to hold himself up for any period of time and it’s even harder when he feels the subtle stretch of another egg trying to come out. Doyoung whines, his muscles doing their best to try and push it out but they quickly give out, leaving the egg lingering right at his entrance. His thighs shake and his toes curl against Jungwoo’s sides, his feet gently pushing at the alpha as he tries to rid himself of the egg. Jungwoo picks up on his struggle and soon, Doyoung gasps out at the fingers that dance around his pussy. One maybe two fingers go in him, Doyoung can’t tell but he feels Jungwoo’s fingers curl around the poor egg that’s stuck and within seconds, it’s pulled out of him much to Doyoung’s relief. Jungwoo’s fingers linger in him for a few moments longer, not moving, not doing anything at all and Doyoung wonders if he’s waiting to see if another egg will come. Nothing does and Jungwoo’s fingers slide out along with a thick glob of slick that slides down and pools around Jungwoo’s cock.
The presence of Jungwoo’s knot makes Doyoung find words again. He moans out, letting his hips shift down onto Jungwoo’s, trying to wiggle his way onto his knot. Jungwoo catches on quickly and the puppy teases Doyoung by pushing his knot in only to quickly tug it back out before it can stick. Doyoung whines, his thighs shaking maddly and even his hand is shaking against Jungwoo’s arm. “Please,” Doyoung pleads, “Woo, I can’t- I need it.”
For a brief moment, Doyoung contemplates asking Jungwoo to knot his pussy because that’s what he really wants. He wants nothing more than to be stuffed and knotted with Jungwoo’s fat knot. But the thing that makes him swallow his words is the realization that his stomach isn’t fully flat yet and he knows if Jungwoo knots him, it’ll be impossible to get whatever is left in him out. Jungwoo doesn’t make any moves to pull out either and Doyoung doesn't even get the chance to think about anything else because Jungwoo pushes his knot in him and it wipes any thought from his mind. The stretch is painful, Jungwoo’s knot expanding the moment it’s fully in Doyoung and Doyoung shifts against the bed, his eyes squeezing shut and his brows furrowing together. Jungwoo’s hands are uncomfortably tight around his hips, the alpha holding onto him as if he has to. The stinging pain slowly washes away as Jungwoo’s cock begins to throb in him and the warmth of Jungwoo cumming fills him up.
Doyoung loses track of how long they’re like that. It feels like it could be hours, Jungwoo’s cock still steadily filling him up, his cock throbbing in him every few seconds. Jungwoo leans forward and Doyoung pulls him down for a kiss. Doyoung cups at Jungwoo’s cheeks, his thumb swiping across his sweaty cheek before he lets his hand travel through Jungwoo’s hair, giving him a gracious scratch between his ears, something that makes Jungwoo smile against his lips.
“You okay?” Jungwoo asks after some time, their foreheads pressed together and their noses brushing together gently.
Doyoung nods his head, feeling his cheeks heat up slightly as he looks into Jungwoo’s eyes. “Yeah, Jungwoo,” Doyoung says softly, “that was really,” the bunny laughs, his teeth sinking down onto his bottom lip as he begins to process everything that has happened.
“Hot? Sexy?” Jungwoo laughs and Doyoung tugs on Jungwoo’s hair gently, making the puppy laugh even harder. “Seriously, I can’t believe you weren’t gonna tell me.”
“I was!” Doyoung protests, “I just didn’t know when because it’s not really something to bring up on a first date or anything. Besides,” he pauses, “How was I supposed to know you were gonna like it?”
“Well don’t worry,” Jungwoo assures, “I like it, I like it a lot.”
They share soft laughter between each other as they kiss, their lips meeting in a string of short and sweet kisses. Doyoung does his best to fix Jungwoo’s hair, trying to place his sweaty bangs in place while he shifts the rest of his hair. Jungwoo continues to pepper kisses along Doyoung’s face, placing wet, sloppy smooches all over him. It’s when Jungwoo straightens up, his arms stretching above his head and his thighs quivering with a stretch, that Doyoung takes the time to look over at the nightstand. There’s certainly not three eggs that are neatly put there and while Doyoung knew there were more, he didn’t realize just how many more there were. There’s not the simple three that had come out of him before, no, no, no, there’s at least a dozen, all pretty pastel colored and Doyoung sees a collection of different patterns on them. The reality of the whole thing begins to hit Doyoung and he feels his cheeks heat up and his hands quickly come to cover his face out of embarrassment. Not only is there way more eggs than he ever thought he could make but his stomach is still slightly swollen and the realization of there being still more in him makes Doyoung whine into his hands.
“Doie,” Jungwoo laughs, his hands reaching down to slide along Doyoung’s thighs, “What’s wrong?”
“There’s so many,” Doyoung groans, his head turning to the side in an attempt to hide away from Jungwoo.
Instead of lingering on the subject, Jungwoo pats at Doyoung’s thigh. “Come on, let’s get a shower and get cleaned up. That’ll make you feel better.”
Doyoung nods his head in agreement and he lets his hand slide down off of his face. He sucks in a breath as Jungwoo pulls out of him, the sudden loss making Doyoung whimper in discomfort. Not only that but there’s a rush of what Doyoung can only assume is cum that rushes out of him, making him try and tighten his muscles to stop it, only to be unable to. Jungwoo slides off the bed first, his body bending and twisting in more stretches and cute whimpers before he reaches for Doyoung’s hand, helping the bunny shimmy over to the edge of the bed. Doyoung begins to stand up before he quickly sits back down and Jungwoo’s ears perk up and his lips part out of worry.
“Doyoung are you ok-”
Jungwoo’s words trail off when Doyoung shifts back on the bed, his toes curling against the edge and his arms holding him up, elbows shaking behind him. Doyoung can feel his tail poof up and begin to wiggle and his ears fold down against his head as the pressure in his stomach shifts down. It only takes a matter of seconds before Doyoung sucks in a breath, the exhale coming with an egg that pops out of him. Doyoung flushes as he watches Jungwoo reach down and grab the egg off the bed, the pink colored egg that’s full of white polka dots being covered in thick slick.
Jungwoo giggles, his hand holding up the egg before he lets it join the others. “How many more do you have in there?”
“Stop,” Doyoung whines, “It’s embarrassing.”
Jungwoo could say a hundred different things in response. He could comment about how Doyoung didn’t find it embarrassing twenty minutes ago when he was begging Jungwoo to fuck him harder. Or how he didn’t find it embarrassing when Jungwoo had his fingers in his pussy and helped tug an egg out of him that Doyoung just didn’t have the energy to push out. Jungwoo could say a lot of more facts that would make Doyoung blush even harder but all he does is lean down and press a kiss between Doyoung’s ears and help him up into the bathroom.
“There’s the little Easter bunny!”
Doyoung’s eyes narrow as he walks down the hallway in his apartment. Johnny is seated on the couch, his hand busy holding a plate of breakfast and the TV playing some kind of American show that Doyoung has seen a few times on before.
“Don’t call me that,” Doyoung groans as he settles down on the couch next to Johnny, letting his body sink into the multiple pillows that are neatly set up in the corner.
“Hey, don’t be grumpy just because you had to take a week off of sex,” Johnny says, his cheek stuffed full of food. “You’re still a bunny and by law I have to refer to you as an Easter bunny on Easter.”
Johnny laughs when Doyoung nudges his side with his foot. “I’m not grumpy because of that,” Doyoung says as he crosses his arms over his chest. “In fact, I had sex last night.”
Johnny blinks, his lips pursing out as he swallows. “Wait, really? You finally told Jungwoo?”
“Yes,” Doyoung confirms, letting his body sink further into the plush pillows.
“Well, I guess that means you had an eggcele-”
“No!” Doyoung groans out loudly, his hands grabbing a pillow and tossing it towards Johnny. “Don’t start it.”
“What?” Johnny laughs, his arm easily blocking the pillow and he sets his now empty plate down on the coffee table. “You know I’m just messing with you. But seriously, I’m glad you told him and he’s cool with it.”
Doyoung pulls a pillow over his face, letting it balance as he spreads his arms out across the couch. “Yeah, maybe a bit too cool with it.”
“Oh?” Johnny says and before he can say anything else, the doorbell rings and Johnny hums that he’ll get it.
Doyoung’s ears perk up when he hears the familiar soft voice of someone and he pushes the pillow off his face when the gentle chime of the lock echo throughout their apartment. He fixes his fluffed up hair as he sees Jungwoo come around the corner, his ears immediately perking up and if he had a tail, Doyoung knows it would be wagging like crazy just by the look on his face. The thing that catches Doyoung’s attention the most is a colorful, wicker, basket that Jungwoo is holding. One that’s got a nice comfy looking blanket in it and nothing else.
“Happy Easter, Doyoung!” Jungwoo says happily, his hand raising up to wiggle the basket in his hand. “I brought this for you,” Jungwoo adds when he joins Doyoung on the couch, the basket sitting nicely on his thighs. “I think it’ll be nice to put your eggs-” Jungwoo’s words stop the moment Doyoung the puppy’s mouth, his ears tilting down slightly. “What,” Jungwoo says with a pout, “You said you wanted to keep them safe,” he says, his voice nothing more than a whisper.
“Yeah but an Easter basket?” Doyoung says between his teeth, “Woo, you could have gotten anything else.”
“Okay, maybe it was a bit silly,” Jungwoo admits with a laugh, “But I just thought they’d look really pretty in here. Do you think all sixteen will fit? Should I have gotten a bigger one? Oh! Maybe I should have gotten one of those heated blankets instead. I think that might be better. Maybe I can go get one. Does anyone sell heated blankets in the spring?”
Doyoung groans, letting himself sink back into the couch, his hands tugging the pillows over his face until he’s completely buried as Jungwoo continues to ramble on to himself.
And Doyoung slowly lets the pillows consume him as he wonders if telling Jungwoo was actually a good idea.