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Minho loves his hybrid features: his soft bunny tail right between the dimples of his back, the white fluffy ears that give him a solid 2 centimetre (they have to count it on his official height), he even loves the patches of soft white fur that grow randomly on his body. He feels soft and fluffy, and his mighty hopping skills leave him desired by the athletic teams across the university.
What he doesn't love, barely tolerates even, is the way he gets his heat every fifteen days. Yes, it's just a day and half but it's intense. And abrupt. No preheat, only the ever consuming urge to fuck and get bred.
That is not to say that he fucks anyone .
Contrary to what people around him would want to believe, he is quite selective in who he shares his burrow with.
When other hybrids approach him, they do so because of his scent: the one that screams FERTILE BUNNY HERE!! COME AND LET CUM!!! When humans approach him it's for his hybrid-ness.
He hates it.
He would have scent patches on the entire time had they not irritated every inch of his skin into a burning rash. He can't hide his bunny so humans rarely ever make it past the first few conversations.
Enter, campus stoner and prodigy: Han Jisung. The man sees music in colours and that was before he started smoking.
Minho first met Han Jisung when he was at Chan's dorm. Minho had barged into the room, asking for Chan's hoodie (his wolf scent was one of the few that calmed his bunny so he resorted to it if he felt extremely prickly the day before his heat) when he saw Jisung, curly brown hair, red glazed eyes, oversized jumper and holed denim jeans, looking every inch a pothead stereotype a man could.
"Woah" Jisung drawled, even before Minho could address anyone, "Chan hyung do you also see angels or have I overdosed gen"
Gen, as in, the tone indicator. Said out loud.
Chan laughed for three continuous minutes before he managed to introduce Minho and Jisung.
"Nah bro, this is Minho. He's my best friend forever. He loves back hugs and is the softest, kindest human–"
"Bunny"
"–Bunny alive," Chan giggled dreamily.
"And Minho, this is Han Jisung. My junior in production class. He's a genius. Human."
Minho had reached out to shake Jisungs hand when he noticed that Jisung had his mouth open, eyes wide, and an overall awestruck look to him that made Minho blush.
Minho had just shook his head, took a drag of the joint lit in Jisung's hand, and ran away. With the hoodie of course.
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That was 2 days ago. Minho's heat passed chasing chestnut hair and burning grass scents.
When he left his dorm, he considered his infatuation a fleeting heat induced dream. His bunny was curious by the human who couldn't smell his pheromones but still felt like Minho was worth appreciating. And it was just that.
Curiosity made tenfold by his slicked mind.
Yes.
(No.)
"Hi hyung!" Jisung jumps in front of Minho, right outside his dorm building. "How are you? I missed you the last two days. Actually it's been 54 hours. You ran before we could exchange numbers! If we don't exchange numbers, hyung, how will we exchange rings?"
Minho wants to scowl as Jisung starts walking next to him, but he keeps a hand's worth of distance between them and looks at Minho like he put the stars in the planetarium. Minho blames this lapse in judgement to Jisung’s stupidly beautiful face.
"You don't even know me?" He spits out.
"Yet!" Jisung replies, raising his index finger as if it were an important distinction.
"You just think I'm pretty. That's shallow." Jisung's face falls, and Minho feels a pang in his chest too. No matter how much he wants to comfort the man, he also needs to make it clear that he doesn't nurse people with surface level crushes on him. He's a romantic, one man bunny and all.
Minho waits for Jisung to deny the claim or decide Minho is not worth the effort. Both scenarios equally common occurrences in Minho's vast experience.
Jisung puts a hand on Minho's wrist and stops them both.
"Hyung, I'm so sorry for whatever you've been through that makes you feel like I could only like you because you're pretty. A person–"
"Bunny"
"Yes, sorry, um, a bunny like you shouldn't have to worry that people only like him for his face, no matter how breathtaking"Jisung mumbles the last part but Minho’s bunny ears catch it just the same.
Minho feels overwhelmed by being read so easily. Maybe weed does make you smarter? Minho will have to research that later.
"You still don't know me?" Minho repeats, with significantly less bite than last time. He gently pries his hand from Jisung's grip who pouts in response.
"Yet, hyung, yet☝️ "
They begin moving again.
"Plus, Chan hyung told me his favourite memories with you and I think I'm in love with you."
Minho coughs out loud at the sudden admission, ungraciously accepting the back pats and water Jisung gives him.
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to surprise you I'm so sorry please don't hate me" Jisung rambles in panic as the coughs die down.
Minho doesn't want to process anything because he's too tired from spending his heat alone so he just nods at Jisung and they continue walking.
4 minutes in, Minho feels curiosity itching his insides violently, "What did Chan hyung tell you?" He manages to ask.
"Huh?" Jisung looks at Minho for a few seconds before his brain catches up, "Oh! OH! He told me about how you two met and how you shouted at the people who were making fun of him for having a plushie keychain on his bag and..."
[Jisung rambles for the next 30 minutes. Minho skips class to listen to it all.]
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That was 12 days ago.
Everyday, Jisung would join Minho at some part of the day and not leave until one of them had to.
He would bring his green joints, a pink lighter and a lot of snacks anywhere he went. By the 4th day, even Minho had begun to bring homemade food .
Today, on day 13th of their daily dates, Jisung is sitting next to the tree trunk making grabby hands for Minho. The physical intimacy was a new addition, relatively speaking, where Minho and Jisung occasionally cuddled. Nothing more.
(Yet ☝️, Minho would think)
Minho settles his head in Jisung’s lap.
"Hyung, tomorrow, can we go and find rocks that we like?" Jisung rakes his hands gently through Minho's hair, his soft bunny ears, his not so soft human ears.
"I can't, Hannie," Minho sighs. Tomorrow his heat will hit again.
"We can do something else if you don't like it?"
"No, it's not that. I actually know a good spot where I usually collect rocks, but–"
Jisung's hands still in their place as Minho looks up from where he's nestled in Jisung's lap.
"Hyung, are you breaking up with me?" Jisung's eyes already have tears in them and Minho would coo at them if it weren't for the whiplash that hits him.
"We aren't even dating?"
"Yet ☝️"
" Yet ,” Minho agrees exasperatedly, “but no, I'm not breaking up with you, I have my heat tomorrow. Can we go after it?"
Jisung audibly sighs in relief before putting both his hands on Minho's waist, pulling him closer.
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Minho decides that this heat is significantly worse than the ones before and he blames it on the weed withdrawal. (Minho acknowledges his crush on the stoner boy but he draws the line at codependency this early in their relationship.)
Five hours in, he has fucked every dildo he owns, rutted against most of his dorm room and cum on everything . Twice. He still feels his core heating up and his scent flaring with irritation.
With a fuzzy mind he navigates his phone and calls Jisung.
Jisung picks up on the first ring.
"Hyung? Are you okay? Do you need anything? Have you eaten?" Minho feels an instant relief after hearing Jisung's frantic voice. (Apparently he drew the line with a fucking chalk on a rainy day.)
"Hannie" Minho chuckles, despite how wound up he feels currently. He hears Jisung take a drag of his joint from the other end. Minho closes his eyes as phantom smoke fills his lungs.
"Yes hyung? Are you okay? You didn't answer."
He could ask Jisung to get him some stuff, take the edge off this unbearable heat. Jisung lives close enough that he won't have to drive high off his ass. He's also human so he won't be affected by Minho's scent. He could drop the stuff off, and leave.
It's doable.
"Hannie, could you get me a joint?" Minho asks, his cramps getting bad again. "It hurts too much and I think that–" he groans in pain, cutting himself off
"Yes sure hyung yes! Would you like some chocolates too? I read they help?"
Minho hears Jisung shuffling things, with an occasional 'ow!' in the middle with how clumsy he is.
"Yes okay, just hurry. Please" Minho speeds out before cutting the call and palming his painful cock.
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Minho wrings out three more orgasms from himself before he hears the knocking on his dorm room. He wears whatever hoodie is next to him hoping it is long enough to cover the important parts. (It isn't, but Minho is too far gone to notice his butt and tail peaking out, or the slick dripping down his thighs.)
"Hi hyu– oh fuck you're so hot fuck , hyung " Jisung whines as soon as Minho opens the door.
"Fuck I'm sorry that's like really inappropriate I'm sorry I'll leave–" he begins to turn around when Minho stops him by his wrist.
"Hannie, my stuff?"
"Oh yes sorry" Jisung fumbles around his pockets when a door opens up to reveal the bear hybrid that lives down the hall. Jisung looks at the man sniff the hallway before a sleazy smile appears on his face.
"Need help, sugar?" The man says, smug. Before Minho could even flip him off, Jisung pushes Minho inside and slams the door.
"I'm sorry, I'll leave, just, I didn't like the vibes of that man" Jisung mumbles, head downcast. Minho coos and assures Jisung it's okay.
A beat of silence passes before a high level cramp hits Minho and he folds on his stomach, clearly feeling now, just how short the hoodie had been. The cold air hits his bare ass at the same time Jisung hisses.
"Um fuck, okay, I'll definitely leave now." Jisung stutters as he puts the joint and chocolate out for Minho to take, closing his eyes in a show of respect. Minho is so endeared. "Please tell me you'll be okay?" He begs.
Minho stands straight and accepts the goodies before nodding with a smile. He pats Jisung's face for good measure.
"I'll be okay Jisung-ah, don’t–" another fucking cramp and everything falls from Minho's hands as he clenches his stomach.
Jisung is immediately closer to him, his hands hovering but not touching, confused off his ass over what the protocol is.
Minho leans into his space, effectively communicating that touching is okay. Jisung hugs him from the side once his body catches up.
"Hyung, I don't think you should smoke, your hands don't look very stable" he mumbles right in Minho's neck.
Han Jisung, the human, doesn't know how Lee Minho, the hybrid, is losing his goddamn mind with his scent gland being stimulated like that. Small puffs of words, dry chapped lips scratching against his soft skin, the smell of burnt grass.
"Stay and smoke with me?" Minho pleads, both because if Jisung leaves right now he might cry and if he isn't high enough for when Jisung does leave, he might cry.
"Okay yes, that's sane and smart," Jisung chirps, then whispers, "right?"
"Yes."
"And you're lucid enough to want me to stay here?" Jisung lifts his face barely to ask.
"Yes."
"And I'm not overstepping by holding you?"
"You're not."
Jisung squeezes Minho’s waist in glee. "Neat."
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Minho drags them to his bed. He opens his window and brings the petri dish he stole in his school to use as a makeshift ashtray. Jisung lights up the joint and offers it to Minho.
Minho is sitting on his bed, his back to the headboard. Jisung is sitting across from him on the chair. Minho knows he's not wearing anything under the hoodie so he places a pillow on his crotch and hopes it's enough. Not that he would mind in case it isn't enough. (Bunnies fuck in bushes, exhibitionism is in his blood. Leave him alone. Or watch.)
Minho takes a few deep drags. The chemicals settle next to his cells, making his blood heavier and slower with the added weight. His cramps settle too, to a certain extent.
He's at a solid 5.5 on the “need-to-be-bred” scale and that's closer to normal than it is to his heat.
When he passes the joint back, Jisung is staring at him with the same awestruck look he had the first time they met. His gaze travels down to his legs, before he speaks, "Hyung, can I massage your legs? I read they hurt during heats and I have been told I have good fingers and I mean, in a masseuse way–" Jisung chuckles nervously, "not in a creep way"
Minho laughs in endearment, nodding and shifting closer to the edge of the bed. He puts his feet on Jisung's thighs and hums.
"That's very sweet of you, Hannie" Minho is aware of how his voice is lighter but in his defence, he's in heat and about to be touched by the man he's been crushing on.
Minho takes another drag of the burning stick to hide his hiss as Jisung touches his bare skin. His fingers are calloused and shy. Jisung looks determined. His tongue pokes out and he angles Minho's legs to be most comfortable.
When he first moves his palm on Minho's legs, he's gentle, exploratory.
"How are you so soft?" Jisung whispers in amazement.
"I'm a bunny, Hannie" Minho states matter-of-factly.
Jisung nods and caresses his legs some more, until he digs deep into the muscle of his calf. Minho moans at the way the pain gives way to relief the further Jisung digs.
Jisung continues similarly, stopping only in the middle to take a drag of the diminishing joint.
By the time he reaches the back of Minho's thighs, Minho has moaned way more than would be considered appropriate, or normal, but Jisung doesn't seem to mind. Rather it only spurs him on, makes his hands rougher, with more pressure and intent.
Minho notices belatedly that Jisung has stopped when Jisung croacks out, "Hyung, is this,” He lifts his fingers covered in a thick pinkish liquid, “slick?"
Minho is too high to be offended, let alone embarrassed, when Jisung seems so sincere in his curiosity. He chuckles to himself and nods.
“Woah. How is it so pretty? It's like my conditioner at home! It's so shiny?” Jisung travels higher on Minho's thighs to cup more of the liquid in his hands.
He writes names (Minho <3s Jisung) with it on Minho's lower thigh and massages the slick into Minho's legs. He watches the pink drip down on Minho's calf where it's still resting on Jisung's lap, glittering in the evening sun.
When Jisung runs low on the liquid, he reaches higher than before to extract whatever he can.
It's all incredibly erotic and Minho might have cum had weed not settled his heat. For now, the bunny lets Jisung play, feeling groomed.
Hours, or maybe a few minutes pass, with Jisung's cold, slick slicken hands mapping Minho's heated body. Jisung alternates the pressure between featherlight and mind numbing.
In the peaceful limbo Minho finds himself in, a brush at his rim jolts him awake. Slick gushes out of him when the sensation repeats. Minho looks at Jisung who supports a gaping mouth.
“Hyung, is that slick coming out right now?”
Minho bites his lips when Jisung pushes harder at the rim, nods.
“Fuck. I swear, I promise hyung I'm not a hybrid fetishist. This is just so fucking hot.”
Jisung pulls Minho closer by his calves so he has more access to Minho's leaking hole. Before he takes away the cushion, he silently asks for permission. Minho removes the pillow himself and spreads his legs allowing more liquid to flow freely.
Jisung groans out loud. Minho's rabbit ears cover the front of his face, shy.
“Fuck. How are you this cute and hot–” Jisung puts two of his fingers at Minho's rim, “I'm getting a whiplash.”
The honesty in Jisung's voice makes Minho blush harder, his human ears rivalling the pink on his bunny ears. He's losing control of himself faster now that his eyes are covered with soft fur. The heat in his stomach simmers again, apparently high enough to burn his brain to mouth filter.
“You know,” he settles on his elbows, “it tastes good too.”
He partially uncovers his right eye to peak at the reception of his words. He sees a salivating Jisung with red cheeks, eyes blown black, staring directly at where his hand disappears beneath Minho.
“To humans?”
Minho removes his bunny ears completely and rolls his eyes. “To everyone, Hannie. The chemicals in slick aren't the same as the chemicals in our pheromones. I've had plenty of humans enjoy my sl–”
Minho gets cut off by the squelching sound of two of Jisung's fingers entering his hole. Jisung immediately presses at his prostate, almost as if he's trying to prove a point.
Minho would laugh if it didn't make him cry with pleasure. The lowly burning embers of his heat suddenly aflame.
“Hyung,” Jisung rasps. His fingers leave with the same abruptness as they entered. He brings the wet fingers to his own face and smears Minho's slick on his lips, his cheeks, his chin . “Never talk about anyone enjoying your anything to me, ever again.” With his eyes locked with Minho's, he shoves his fingers in his mouth, one by one.
Initially Jisung licks around the digit slowly, releasing each finger with a pop. But the more the taste settles on his tongue, the greedier he becomes. By the time he licks his thumb clean, he begins lapping at his palm for whatever slick he can.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck . Hyung, please can I eat you out?” Jisung sounds overwhelmed, his words getting lost to the way he clenches and unclenches one of his hand on Minho's hips. The other hand dripping with saliva moves towards his hole again.
“It's just that you taste so fucking good” Jisung gets down from his chair and kneels on the edge of the bed. “and I'm so fucking high and–” He wraps his arms around Minho's thighs to pull him closer to his face. “you know how when I'm high I get, really really fucking hungry”
Jisung holds Minho's thighs open with the strength of his arms and licks at Minho's inner thigh. The slick that had barely begun to dry gets replaced with Jisung's saliva. Minho writhes with the way it cools his heating body, the way Jisung bites and nibbles the meatier part of his thighs.
He moves Minho's legs to curve at the knees and licks at Minho's rim. The sensation is equally comforting and distressing.
Ever since his heat began, this has been the longest he's gone without being filled. His body begins revolting with cramps and pain shooting up his spine.
“Jisungie, baby, it hurts” Minho cries out, “please.”
Jisung takes the pleading for what it's worth. He plunges his tongue inside Minho, his moans reverberating through Minho's core.
Unlike before, Jisung isn't gentle or slow. He's impatient, hungry. He prods his tongue deeper and continues to swallow whatever Minho spills into his mouth, barely even coming up for breath.
It's so dirty and so good .
With the way Jisung's skilled tongue lashes at Minho's walls, he feels his gut tighten with arousal. It's everywhere, from softly circling his rim to violently pushing on his prostate.
When Jisung does come up for air, he immediately groans at the sight of Minho loosely pumping his dick and dives back in.
Minho cums the second Jisung adds a finger next to his tongue.
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This time Minho's aware of the hours passing.
After Minho had cum the first time, Jisung stopped reluctantly, almost whining when the slick slowed down. Then, because apparently he's as insatiable as a bunny in heat, he had licked Minho's cum from his stomach. He said it was to check if ‘it tasted as good as his slick’. (Spoiler alert: It did.)
As they cuddled in the semi sweet heat-struck afterglow, Jisung had lit another joint up. Halfway through it, Jisung had requested to have another go ‘at the sweets’ with simultaneous suggestive and puppy eyes. Minho had just laughed as he opened his thighs.
He came the second time after that.
Then a third.
And a fourth.
For the fifth time, Jisung had asked Minho to sit on his face. Minho wanted to question how Jisung hadn't gotten exhausted and/or bored from the continuous ass eating but he knew better than to look a gift man in his mouth. Especially when that mouth is that skilled at making Minho come undone.
That is why right now, Minho was trying to angle his shaking thighs around Jisung's face so as to not crush him.
Jisung has gone from spilling profanities to babbling I love yous he definitely doesn't mean. (Probably. Maybe?)
Either way, Minho needs to shut him up and Jisung wants Minho to sit on his face. It works.
Minho is hovering barely millimetres above when Jisung pulls him down. Immediately, Jisung's nose rubs in the cleft of his ass and he licks inside again.
The weed in Minho's blood and the oversensitivity in his nerves makes Minho's body feel like clay, melting and moulding. Stuck to Jisung as the world spins around.
At a particularly aimed shove of Jisung's tongue at his abused prostate, Minho falters and leans on his elbows. He lands next to the bulge in Jisung's orange pants. (Is that a carrot in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?)
Minho's mouth salivates.
He pushes the offending fabric away and Jisung's (not carrot like) dick springs free. Jisung hisses into Minho's hole.
Minho places both of his hands on Jisung's cock, feeling the blood rush beneath his palm. He squeezes it lightly, tugs experimentally. Jisung moans loud enough to be heard even with all the muffling.
“Hyung,” Jisung lifts Minho up from his ass and speaks, “Fuck. You don't have to do that, it's okay.” He continues to knead Minho's ass aimlessly.
“And what if I want to?” Minho kisses Jisung's swollen tip.
“Are you sure?”
“Can you handle a subspace?” Minho asks. He rarely gives blowjobs because the minute something heavy enters his mouth, his mind becomes fuzzy. Chan called it an oral fixation. He calls it an advanced form of meditation. Blow jobs are a form of self care.
“Fuck, of course yes. I can't believe you'd trust me like that, hyung, fuck I–” Minho cuts him off by mouthing on the head and lowering himself on Jisung's face at the same time.
After that, everything happens leisurely.
As expected, the lower Minho goes down on Jisung's length, the fuzzier his mind becomes. His body floats away from his mouth, lighter than the smoke that surrounds them.
He knows he's drooling but he's too far gone to stop. Rather, he spreads his drool meticulously on the cock using his tongue and hands. Jisung mimics it inside his hole, sending consistent shivers down Minho's arched spine.
Minho's neglected cock rubs in between their stomachs when he fastens the pace just a little. He sucks around the lower end of Jisung's length, keeping the pressure stable as Jisung fucks into his mouth. One of Minho's hands massages Jisung's balls, the other jerks the portion of Jisung's cock his mouth can't cover.
Over and over again.
Soon enough, the only sounds Minho hears over the static in his ears are Jisung's moans. Only feels Jisung's cock from where it pulses in his mouth before filling it with cum. Only tastes the bitter liquid. He only sees Jisung after his own orgasm, when he manhandles Minho up to his chest.
“Hey hyung” Jisung’s voice is soft and warm. Syrupy like time in the afterglow. “Are you feeling okay?”
Minho whines in response. He feels tears flow from his eyes. Minho's mouth is empty right now, a feeling far worse to him than his heat cramps. His heart rate quickens and his scent sours.
“Hyung? What happened? Did I hurt you?” Jisung is panicking, but Minho can't form coherent sentences to calm him down. He just wants his mouth to be filled again.
He reaches for Jisung's hand that is cupping his cheek and grips two of his fingers. Looking at Jisung as the tears fall harder, he hopes the message is clear enough.
“Baby, do you want my fingers?”
Minho nods. Jisung's face visibly relaxes in relief.
“You don't need to ask, hyung, just take them whenever you like. Gen.” Jisung pushes two of them in Minho's mouth, pressing on his tongue. Minho hiccups around them. His tears eventually stop.
“You know,” Jisung speaks after a few minutes, “I was going to ask you to not bite them, because I need them to make music, but” He carefully tucks a few strands of hair behind Minho's ears, “If it makes you happy, I'd let you chop my ears off.”
Fresh tears build in Minho's eyes. He closes them and shifts closer to Jisung, one hand gripping Jisung's wrist and the other sliding under Jisung's face. Jisung yawns and nuzzles into Minho's palm.
Minho puts one of Jisung's legs in between his thighs and passes out to the sound of Jisung humming a song and playing with his bunny ears. The fingers never leave his mouth.
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It's probably early in the morning when Jisung gently nudges Minho awake.
“Hey hyung,” He scratches Minho's chin. “I have class so I've got to go. I’ll see you after class?”
Minho sluggishly nods before burrowing himself deeper into the comforter. Jisung leaves after a kiss on his forehead.
Minho smiles and falls asleep again.
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When Minho wakes up in the morning he's clearly cleaned up. His fur is matted with dried sweat but otherwise all other body parts he remembers ruining last night seem unstained. He's also swaddled tightly in a fresh comforter. The windows are closed, hiding the blinding sun that would undoubtedly be shining at 10 am on a Thursday morning.
The best part? The room smells distinctly of Jisung's cologne.
Upon making an effort to get out of bed, he notices how pleasantly sore his body is. From his thighs to his neck, everything tingles with the aftermath of a heat well spent.
When he walks to the kitchen, he finds an array of chopped fruits on the table. Next to it, a note:
I read that fruits are good for recharging. Also I've kept puddings in the fridge as a treat! Also because I'll be too freaked out to ask you this in person so I'm asking here (you don't have to answer if you don't feel like it /gen) : do you regret what happened last night? I don't. But if you do that's okay. We can set some boundaries but let's not stop being friends. I will probably not last a day without you. I'm sorry. But if you want to,,, ??? Just talk to me whenever. But eat your fruits the first thing you do. Thank you okay bye love you.
Minho chuckles to himself at the way the writing got progressively more anxious. There's entire portions in the note just scribbled over and redacted. Hearts are drawn in the blank spaces.
Jisung is just too sweet. Minho is definitely way past a crush on the human.
He opens his messages to respond to Jisung:
I don't regret anything, Jisungie. /gen
Then a beat later: yet ☝️ /lh /j.
Jisung responds with 14 rows of a single keyboard smash.
Minho gobbles the food and gets ready for his afternoon class, proudly adorning the hoodie Jisung left at his place.
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The next two weeks pass in a haze. A subspace fuzzy brain haze.
Not a lot changes between Jisung and Minho. Jisung still talks about the world and Minho adds about the ocean and the sky. Jisung begins a song and Minho stims in harmony. They discuss niche anime. The long lost art of letter writing. The usual.
They do meet more than before, which is a change Minho welcomes with his whole heart. It's like every second they don't have to be apart, they're together.
Sometimes Jisung will sit on Minho's lap, shoving his fingers into Minho's mouth as they talk to their friends. The other times, he will sit Minho on his lap, hide Minho's face in his chest, play with Minho's lips as he makes music.
It is one of those times a few days into their new routine when Jisung wants to get high fOr InSpIRaTiOn.
They are sitting near the makeshift studio in Chan's dorm. Chan is perched upon his gaming chair. Jisung, on one end of the couch with Minho laying his head in his lap.
One of Jisung's hands rakes up and down Minho's tummy, the other plays randomly with all four of Minho's ears. If he needs a drag, he whines to Minho to put the joint up to his lips, unwilling to stop touching Minho even for a second.
Minho obliges with rolled eyes and red ears.
“Minho-yah, I miss you. Jisung-ie has been hogging you all to himself” Chan pouts.
“I'm right here, hyung.” Minho giggles. “See!” He waves his hands in front of Chan and shifts to his side.
“Too far away. I haven't scented you in years!”
“It's been like a few weeks, you stupid pup” Minho giggles and gets up. Jisung makes a huge sound of protest but Minho just waddles to Chan, shaking his head at the way his wolf ears perk up and his eyes turn into slits.
Minho sits down on Chan's lap and tilts his neck. Chan immediately nuzzles at his scent gland, breathing in a lungful.
Jisung scoffs out loud. Turns his face away. Crosses his arms. Very mature.
“Don't sulk, Hannie” Minho tsks. “He's just a touch starved pup.”
“ I could be a touch starved pup.” Jisung mumbles indignantly. Minho's reply gets cut off by the loud pleased hum by Chan. Minho giggles again, the wolf's breath tickling his neck.
“I think if you were a hybrid you’d be a quokka, not a wolf.”
“Can rabbits and quokkas have children together?”
“No”
“Then I'd be a rabbit, hyung, so we can have our own litter? Duh?”
Oh. There go the waterworks. In Minho's ass.
“Why would I be any other animal species, no offence” Jisung continues, unable to smell the way Minho's scent flares.
Chan lifts his head up from Minho's neck to reply, “None taken.”
“I meant no offence to other animal hybrids. Not you. All the offence to you, hyung” Jisung bites. He crosses his hands again.
Chan probably gets the whiff of a leaking bunny because he looks directly at Minho. Tilts his head in question.
Minho's ears turn red. Chan grins loudly.
“Hannie, look at what you've done to our poor bunny”
“Not ours .” Jisung huffs.
He stares at them with an incredulous look. Being human, he doesn't smell the arousal in the air. Doesn't know how Minho's scent could probably turn a docile sheep feral.
He watches how Chan gently pushes Minho's ass up to reveal the wet spot forming on his grey sweatpants.
“Oh.” Jisung breathes out. He begins to walk to the chair.
Minho has his face hidden in Chan's neck, his entire body heating up from the implications. He's currently sitting on Chan's lap, his ass being held on display by Chan's hands, being presented to Jisung as it leaks like a broken faucet. All because Jisung said they'd have babies. Minho would be pregnant. With multiple of Jisung's human bunny babies.
Jisung's hands reach Minho's hair and pull.
“Hyung, do you have something to tell me?” He tugs harshly at the roots, making Minho open his eyes. Jisung's pupils are blown away completely.
Minho shakes his head. Chan chuckles at his expense. But naturally, the scent around them thickens.
“Are you sure, Minho ?” Jisung asks again. Pulls harder. Minho gasps.
With the way he's leaning back, both Chan and Jisung can see the way his dick is filling up in his sweatpants. How every tug makes his cock twitch in interest.
“Is this okay?” Minho asks them both. He has fucked Chan before (platonically) and he has done whatever it was that him and Jisung did. But this is him between them both .
Only when Chan nods and Jisung whispers a “Yes, fuck” Minho's hands grip Jisung's wrist and guide his fingers to his mouth. Simultaneously, he grinds on Chan's rock hard cock that he feels underneath him.
“Fuck.” Jisung and Chan mutter at the same time.
Minho swirls his tongue around the calloused fingers. The tobacco and cannabis stuck to them enter his bloodstream in a rush. Jisung pushes down on his tongue when Chan thrusts up.
Minho feels blissed out. He closes his eyes, allowing the two men to handle him any way they want.
Jisung has come to stand behind Minho, his back leaning against Jisung's tummy. The hand that's free travels to Minho's chest, flicking his nipples.
Chan continues to jostle Minho, humping him rabidly. “Fuck, Min.” He moans, “I don't know how long I'm going to last”
“Chan hyung,” Jisungs tsks, "it would be quite rude if you cum before Minho does, won't it?” he patronises. It's so fucking hot that Minho drools around his fingers. Quite literally foaming at the mouth.
“I'm trying Sungie, but–” Chan's thrusts get sloppier before he wills himself to slow down. Jisung coos at the dishevelled wolf. Minho whines at the loss of friction.
“Hey baby, it's okay. We're here. We'll take care of you” Jisung caresses Minho's face. Chan also releases a calming scent around him.
“Do you want to keep going?” Chan questions. Minho and Jisung nod in affirmation.
They begin their routine again. Faster than before. Rougher. Louder.
Jisung gropes Minho's chest with one of his hands while the other pushes deeper. Jisung pulls and pushes his chest until it flushes red. Chan grips Minho's waist and pulls him down with every thrust. Jisung reaches down inside his throat, Chan noses at Minho's scent gland.
When Jisung finds his puffy white tail and yanks it, Minho cums. Chan follows suit with a growl. Jisung cums last, groaning.
“Okay, um, what the fuck.” Jisung speaks first. He guides Minho off Chan's lap and next to him on the couch.
Chan giggles in agreement. He sits beside Minho, spooning him from behind as Minho nuzzles Jisung's neck. Jisung kisses Minho's hair and whispers sweet nothings into the air. Chan releases a sweet blanket-like scent on them all.
[When Jeongin enters the dorm some hours later, he mopes to Minho.
“You promised that you'd call me the next time you fuck Chan hyung. But you didn't. I am not talking to you.” ]
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Jisung wants to piss around Minho to mark his territory. But he can't. Can he?
“Hyung, how do I let people know I'm your boyfriend if I can't even scent you?”
“You keep skipping a few steps there, Hannie” Minho chuckles.
“ Hyung , take this seriously.” Jisung whines. “I'm only human. I don't know if our mating bites would even take. My canines aren't sharp enough”
They're cuddling on Jisung's bed. T minus 2 days until Minho's next heat.
Minho shrugs and looks up at Jisung. There's tears in his eyes.
“How will I protect our little bunnies if I can't bite people with my bare teeth?”
“Hannie, bunnies are prey animals. I have Seungmin and Chan hyung to bite people. Even Yongbok if you want to claw at their skin.”
“ Hyung” Jisung nibbles on his quivering bottom lip. Minho frees it with his hand and cups his face.
“What's this about, Jisungah?”
Jisung whines and mumbles something incoherent right into Minho's neck.
“You have to speak up, baby”
“I fear I'm not enough for you. Being human and all. I don't have a rut that makes me insatiable for you, not that I need one because you're so fucking perfect I can't keep my hands off of you. I don't even have a scent that –. Hell everyone says you have the best scent and I can't even smell it. You'll get bored of me and I'll live my life writing sad songs about fluffy white bunnies.” Jisung speaks hurriedly.
“Oh Hannie,” Minho throws a leg around Jisung's torso, “I could never get bored of you.”
“b-b-but” Jisung is full of sobbing now.
“No buts. I know myself. And I know you. You'd be an amazing father to all fifteen of our bunnies.”
Jisung looks at Minho with shining eyes, wiping his nose with Minho's shirt. “Do you really think so?”
“Yes, silly. Plus, it's really a good thing you can't smell me. Makes me feel like you like me –”
“Love you ☝️”
“Like you love me for me. Not because I smell like sex on a platter”
“You smell like sex on a platter????” Jisung pushes his nose on Minho's wrist. Then seeks out his scent gland, desperate for a whiff. All he can smell is human sweat and smoke. No fornication flavoured feast.
“You're missing the point, baby.”
“I get it but that doesn't mean I'm okay with it” Jisung's pout could make men surrender in wars, Minho is but a simple bunny.
He reaches out between his pants and collects some of the slick that's conveniently always present at his disposal whenever Jisung is around. He smears it on his neck and then on Jisung's neck. Jisung watches with heavy lidded eyes as Minho shoves Jisung's face in his now wet neck.
“There you go. That's what I taste and smell like. All for you.”
Jisung laps at his neck like a man parched. Breathes in the scent lingering in his slick as if he's been suffocating before. Holds Minho like he's given him the secret to immortality.
Minho basks in it like he's going to die tomorrow.
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It's the day before his fortnightly heat and Minho feels restless. His skin crawls with a billion little fleas dancing across his fur. He feels like he's being watched, hunted like the bunny he is.
He doesn't care for stereotypes, of course, he's best friends with a wolf, a cheetah, a wild fox and a golden retriever. He doesn't think predator animal hybrids are out to get him. But his bunny feels extremely primal sometimes, at least once every few months, where he's filled with anxiety.
He doesn't think his own burrow is safe.
So, he calls Jisung.
“Hi hyung, how was class? When are you coming here? I hope you're coming here because I have an online discussion session I need to do and I don't want to stay away from you. Please come here? If you do, I'll give you soooo many cuddles! If you don't, I will not kiss you.”
Minho tries to interject but Jisung cuts him off.
“Okay wait no I can't not kiss you that's absurd. But like, I'll not–” Jisung sulks, probably trying to think of something befitting the punishment of not going to his dorm. Minho guffaws, then calmly explains to Jisung, “Jagi, I had just called to ask you if I could come over. Bunny instincts are going haywire right now.”
“Oh. Is everything okay? Do you want me to come get you from your class?”
“I'm halfway to your dorm,” Minho says, walking faster when he senses a group of people enter the alley before him, “but, can you like, stay on call until I reach?”
“Yes, hyung, of course. Do you want me to keep talking?”
Minho pants. Nods.
“Hyung?”
Oh shit. He's on call.
“Um yes, can you stay on call? I'm 10 minutes away.” Minho blurts out.
“Yes. I'm making you some ramen for when you reach. And I'll chop some carrots I got. I'll narrate the steps. I was sitting on our bed waiting for you but now I'm getting up. The day is so nice. A little bit chilly…”
Jisung continues to talk. Minho is hyper aware of how the shirt sticks to his body, sweat and pheromones weighing him down. Making him slower. By the time he reaches the building of Jisung's dorm, it's been long past 10 minutes. Jisung still hasn't stopped talking.
“I'm waiting for you, hyung, hi!” Minho hears the call cut as Jisung runs up to him in the building lobby. He immediately wraps his hands around Jisung's neck for support.
Jisung hugs back tighter. “Baby, are you okay?”
Minho leans back and shakes his head. He begins walking towards the lift. He really needs to get inside, lock the room, hide in the closet and never come out.
Luckily, reaching the dorm room is easy. As easy as it can be when Minho isn't willing to let Jisung go two millimetres away from him and Jisung holds back just as tight. (What makes you think it's one sided?)
In the dorm, the ramen and fruits sit prettily on the study table next to his guitar. There's a pair of sweatpants and hoodie kept on the bed that Minho vaguely recalls asking for during his sprint.
Jisung stands behind Minho as he calms down. Snuggles his neck. Waits patiently until Minho all but melts into the hold.
“Thank you.” Minho says, sincere.
“You're welcome, Hyung. Do you want to tell me what happened? It's okay if you don't.”
“I get like this sometimes. Anxious. Paranoid . Bunny instincts act up. I feel like everyone will attack me.”
“That sounds horrible, baby” Jisung turns Minho around to hug him better. Scratches his head and bunny ears. “Does being away from your burrow make it worse?”
“People know I'm a bunny near my burrow. I hate it there. If I didn't have you to go to I'd just go to Chan's and ask Chan to leave.”
“You always have me now, hyung” Jisung kisses his forehead. Then the freckle on his nose.
The tail imprint from morning is still present on the bed where they eventually settle again. Jisung feeds him the ramen by blowing on it before putting it in front of Minho's mouth. Minho is so endeared he doesn't have the heart to tell Jisung that it has gone cold. Quite cold.
When he's finished, Jisung puts the bowl away and scoops Minho in his arms.
“How do you feel now, love?”
“Better. Thank you.” Minho kisses Jisung's cheeks, “and I'm sorry. Heat sometimes makes me this way”
Jisung pauses and opens his phone.
“Didn't you have your heat thirteen days ago?” He holds up the phone to show the calendar app, the date thirteen days back marked with a heart. (The note reads: 🤌💦🙂↕️)
Minho bites Jisung's cheek. He doesn't flinch, just looks more confused.
“I have a heat every two weeks. It's a hyper bunny gene.” Minho sheepishly replies, “That's why it lasts for a day and a half. That's why I smell the way I do, taste the way I do.”
Jisung groans.
“That sounds tiresome. How– No wait, it's none of my business, I'm sorry,” Jisung hides under Minho's chin.
“Ask Jisung-ah, if it's none of your business I'll tell you so.”
“How do you spend them alone and manage classes?” He mumbles.
Minho laughs, shaking Jisung with him.
“Baby do you want to know I spend my heats? Is that it?”
Jisung stills for half a second, nodding slowly.
“Most, I spend alone with my collection of toys.” Minho sighs deeply, “Some, I spent with Chan hyung. A few,” Minho traces his fingers along Jisung's jaw from where he hides in his chest, “I spent with strangers I met at bars”
Jisung's grip around his waist tightens. He bites Minho's collarbones. Whines. Minho tsks.
“The last one I spent with an insatiable stoner man”
Minho feels Jisung's grin spread on his skin. He licks the spot where he bit earlier. Leans back up and blushes. “Was I better than them?”
Minho cups his face and coos. Hums in fake contemplation. “There was this one guy who lasted like two hours and–”
Jisung whines. “Hyung!”
“You didn't let me complete, jagi. And I had four orgasms before he finally came, But– ” Minho pecks Jisung's lips, “my Jisungie was the best. Is the best.”
Jisung kisses Minho this time. Hurried. Crawls higher, throwing a leg around Minho's thighs.
Minho sinks his teeth in Jisung's bottom lip, coaxing a wonderful sound out of him.
“Say that again, hyung.” Jisung presses his hard cock on Minho's thighs
“Say what? How he pounded me like a mad man?” Minho retreats his thighs a little, teasing.
Jisung chases them, his eyes closed, nipping at Minho's jaw. Traps Minho's glorious thigh between his legs.
“Hyung, please”
“Oh,” Minho moans when the friction hits his own leaking dick. “Do you want me to tell you how my Jisung-ie is the best?”
Jisung groans out loud. Frots harder.
“Just–”
“Just tell you you're the best?”
“N-no.”
“Just what, Han-ah?”
“M-my Ji-” Minho flexes his thigh. Jisung moans louder. His hands have reached Minho's ass, grabbing at them roughly, to angle them closer to each other.
“Oh, baby,” Minho whispers in his ear, “My Jisung-ie wants to be called mine.”
“Fuck hyung,” Jisung begs, “ again.”
“My beautiful Jisung-ie.”
“Again.”
“My wonderful Han-ie.”
“Don't fucking stop, hyung, please.” Jisung chokes out, kissing Minho with whatever strength he has. His breath tastes like smoke and spice. Minho keens when Jisung grabs his arms and pulls him flush to his chest, rubbing.
“Mine.” Minho bites Jisung's lip, soothes it with his tongue. Jisung cums, wetting Minho's thigh and his own sweatpants. He continues to rut against him as he comes down from the high, never once loosening his hold on Minho's arms, ass, face, tongue.
Instantly after he's back, he panics.
“Fuck hyung, this doesn't count. Please tell me this doesn't count!” He grazes his fingers on Minho's slightly swollen scent gland trying to hold Minho's neck. “I'll last longer than any man you've ever been with. This one time is a fluke and shouldn't be counted. Hyung please.”
Minho howls at Jisung's expense. Then reassures him that he could last 7 human minutes or 7 bunny minutes and Minho will love him just the same.
(Jisung adds a heart to the date on the calendar. The note reads: the day hyung said he loves me.)
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Minho spends his heat with Jisung again and Jisung stays true to his words.
Minho cums five times, from his mouth, his fingers, fist , dildo, and fingers again, before Jisung even enters him. When Jisung does venture inside with his monster cock (Minho isn't even exaggerating and he's been with Chan) Minho cums from oversensitivity four seconds in.
Jisung doesn't stop. Pummels into Minho who's on his hands and knees. Holds him by his hair and maps his back with his tongue. Whispers prayers about staying with Minho, in Minho, forever.
Thanks to the endless weed in his system and the sheer will to win, he lasts 2 hours and 10 minutes. Then passes out immediately after cumming.
When he naps himself back to life, Minho licks his body, grooming his mate like a good bunny does. Jisung opens his eyes temporarily when it tickles but doesn't ask Minho to stop. Never complains when Minho rides him half asleep. Or when Minho sucks on his fingers until he cums.
He just gives and gives and gives, as if he was born to be beside Minho, in Minho, for Minho.
Minho takes and takes and takes, a new believer, beseeching on his knees.
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Things only get better from then. And worse.
Better in the way that Jisung and Minho are barely ever apart. If they aren't physically together they're texting, if not texting then calling. If somehow Jisung's phone battery dies, he switches on his music laptop and calls Minho on Google Meet just so that they can exist next to each other.
When they disagree with each other, they just talk it out.
They also fuck a lot. In the washroom of the clubs they visit, in the parking lot of Changbin's parents’ house, in malls and stadiums. Everywhere. Every way. All the fucking time. (Fucking all the time, if you will.)
Jisung will put his cock in Minho's mouth when Minho feels restless. Minho will put Jisung's fingers in his ass if Jisung feels uninspired. (Minho tops his class that semester. Jisung releases an EP.)
Worse, as in, despite his best efforts, Jisung's hickeys fade on Minho's skin some days and Minho spends those hours feeling like a limb has been chopped off. There are nights when Minho is too tired to call back and Jisung panics until Minho reassures him.
It's an effort to sustain themselves when they're clearly beyond whatever is considered sane in love, but they manage. They flourish even, because there's nowhere else they'd rather be.
They make it work.
Which is why, when Jisung goes away for the weekend to visit his parents and Minho's neck is alarmingly unmarked, Minho visits the mall to buy Jisung a present.
On Monday, when Jisung returns, they're only able to meet after class.
Jisubg runs upto Minho in his dance room, colliding into him from the back.
“Hyung. That was terrible. Let's never do that again.” He mumbles into Minho's neck, already sucking a bruise into it. Minho sighs in contentment.
“Hello to you too, Jagiya. I missed you more.” He turns around to snog the love of his life.
The classmates he was talking to cough and leave but Minho really couldn't care less. He pats Jisung's ass, signalling him to wrap his legs around Minho's torso, and holds him up. They kiss and walk (dangerously close to losing balance more than a few times) towards the desk at the corner of the mirrored room.
“Hyung, baby, I missed you so much” Jisung nips at his jaw, licks at the shell of his ears, pulling Minho in-between his legs from where they dangle at the edge of the desk. “I love you I love you I love you.”
“You don't even know half of it, Han-ie.” He kisses the column of Jisung's throat, “I love you so much.”
“It's not like he returned from war, jeez” Felix rolls his eyes. He's also there, now that Minho remembers it.
“Shut up, Lixie, or else I'll share Minho hyung with Chan hyung who will also obviously fall in love with him and you'll die a lonely, loveless cheetah.” Jisung threatens. Then squeezes Minho's hips like he will die if he doesn't.
“You wouldn't dare.”
“Try me.”
“Okay bye. I hate you Han Jisung. I love you Minho hyung, you're the most gorgeous bunny to walk this earth.” He flips Jisung off and blows a kiss to Minho on his way out.
Minho shakes his head and goes back to kissing Jisung again. It's been three days of abstinence, he needs his fill. Jisung probably agrees because he only lets Minho go when he's heaving for air.
“Speaking of sharing,” Minho walks to his bag to get his gift, “here.” He puts the small cube wrapped in baby blue in Jisung's hands.
“A gift? For me, your husband! From you, my husband! Neat.”
Minho shuffles on his feet waiting for Jisung to open the packaging. Jisung carefully removes the tapes and unfolds the wrapping paper to avoid tearing it off. It makes Minho feel better. And worse.
When he's done, he opens the velvet box and gasps. There's a sob that follows in a few seconds. Huge, fat tears fall from his eyes. Jisung's cock fills up to complete hardness in record time.
“Put it on me?” Minho asks, a little uncertain that maybe he has overwhelmed Jisung too much. But Jisung hops on the floor and pulls Minho in front of the mirror.
Minho looks at his blushing ears and his wet cheeks as Jisung comes to stand behind him, his dick poking Minho's back.
He raises his hands and places the collar on Minho's neck. The thin black strap has a small black chain running alongside it. The initials ‘HJ’ sit in the middle as diamond studded charms.
Jisung clasps the collar shut and kisses underneath it, wrapping his arms around Minho's waist. The kiss leaves a wet spot of his tears in his wake.
Minho looks at Jisung through the mirror, his eyes equally wet with the magnitude of the gesture. He hears a familiar low thrum of static in his ears.
“Hyung, be honest, how much money does a family need? I think we can make it work.”
“Jisung-ah” Minho whines. They've talked about this before. They both want a family with at least three kids. They've also come very close to starting said family when Minho wore the black booty shorts and Jisung's hoodie to a party they had to attend. But they both have agreed that they need to have some sustainable income before Minho's child-birthing hips can be put to use.
The collar was the next best thing Minho could give Jisung. Another permanent claim for Jisung to take and Minho to give.
“One baby, hyung. I'll get a loan and everything, I'll sell my right kidney just please have my babies.”
Minho leans back on Jisung's firm chest. Jisung's fingers slip in between his collar and tug. Minho mewls.
“You look so fucking good, fuck . I need you to have my babies, hyung, please.” Jisung caresses every inch of Minho's body he can reach, staring at Minho progressively getting glassy eyed in the mirror.
Minho's slick has begun to drip out of his practice shorts, his bunny hopping inside him to give in. For him to take over. For Minho to finally get what he's wanted ever since he learnt where babies come from.
Jisung's gaze reflects a man just as deranged.
“I'm just saying, I could sign a deal with some music company, sell rights to my songs because they're all about you anyway, and we could have money.”
Minho is trying really hard to suppress his instincts, so he eventually chokes out, “Jisung-ie, I'm not even pregnant.”
Jisung pushes Minho to his hands and knees, smirking at Minho through the mirror as he pulls his joggers down. “ Yet. ☝️ ”
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