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Hyeongjun sometimes wishes Jooyeon would get bitten by a vampire, because then he would have to ask permission to come inside instead of barging in without knocking.

Well, to be fair, this is Jooyeon’s room as well, but Hyeongjun still thinks he could use some manners.

“Hyeongjun-ah, I’m bored.”

Placing his eyeliner pencil down on his desk, Hyeongjun turns to blankly stare at Jooyeon.

“Am I supposed to do something about that?,” he asks, unimpressed. “Watch YouTube. Take a nap. Go bother Jiseok.”

Jooyeon flops down on Hyeongjun’s bed, his gangly limbs sprawling across the navy comforter. His voice is whiny when he complains, “I don’t wanna watch anything, I’m not tired, and everyone else is gone. You’re my only hope.”

Hyeongjun fights the urge to sneeze from Jooyeon’s presence. He smells like rain, like the earth after a storm, and it’s normally a pleasant scent to him, but unfortunately, he’s currently in pre-rut. And the fact that another Alpha is in his space, rolling around in his bed, is bothering him—as much as he wishes it didn’t.

He had recognized his symptoms this morning, but he hopes he still has a day or two before his rut fully kicks in. He has always been disciplined when it comes to his ruts, monitoring his cycle religiously and constantly being conscious of the warning signs, and even after Jiseok’s attempt at getting himself more comfortable with his secondary gender, old habits die hard. The second he recognized the telltale warmth under his skin, he applied a scent blocker to hide his pheromones. He doesn’t want to risk the members picking up on his scent and drawing attention to himself.

Jooyeon pouts at him, nuzzling his face into Hyeongjun’s pillow. It makes him itch, knowing his scent is going to end up all over the pillowcase—however it’s not like Jooyeon knows it’s bothering him. Hyeongjun has made sure to hide his rut well, like he always does.

“Were you doing your makeup? Can I watch?”

Hyeongjun isn’t sure how else to entertain Jooyeon, so he just shrugs and nods, turning back to the mirror on his desk.

Constantly adventurous with his style, Hyeongjun has begun to play around with his makeup recently. Before, he always relied on the stylist noonas to work their magic and do what they saw fit with his face, but he has gained an interest in makeup as of late. He has an understanding of the basics but still enjoys practicing, which is why he is doing his makeup at 2pm on a day with no schedules. He picks up the eyeliner pencil again, lifting his eyelid to tightline his eyes.

“How do you do it by yourself?” Jooyeon mumbles, his face smushed into Hyeongjun’s pillow.

“You just have to be careful. I still accidentally poke myself sometimes,” Hyeongjun says slowly, focused on keeping his hand steady.

“I hate when the stylists put eyeliner on me. They get mad because I blink too much, but I don’t think I’d be able to do it myself.”

Hyeongjun chuckles. He’s well aware, he’s seen the way Jooyeon flinches and grouses when the stylists start coloring his waterline.

“Doing it yourself isn’t that bad, it just takes some getting used to.”

Hyeongjun lowers the pencil, sitting back to look at his work. His eyelids are coated in a gradient of brown to smokey black, framed by dark eyeliner. Satisfied with his eyeshadow, he uncaps his mascara and carefully coats his eyelashes, slow and precise to avoid accidentally smearing it onto his skin. His mouth is parted slightly as he focuses on completing the mascara, and he catches Jooyeon staring at him in the mirror. His gaze is fixed on Hyeongjun’s face, chewing on his lip as he watches quietly.

After screwing the lid to the mascara back on, he digs around in his rather barren makeup bag, retrieving the three lipsticks he owns so far. There’s a warm nude shade, a darker peach color, and his newest addition: a tube of jet black lipstick.

It had been a stylist that suggested black lipstick for one of their recent concerts, and Hyeongjun had hesitantly agreed, worried it might be too much at first. However after seeing it on himself in the mirror and also seeing the fan’s reactions to it, he quickly warmed up to the look. He liked it enough to go online and purchase the lipstick for himself instead of having to borrow it from the makeup artists.

Gathering the lipsticks in his hand, he turns around and presents them to Jooyeon.

“Here, pick one.”

Eyes lighting up, he raises up on his elbows to lean off the bed, inspecting the tubes of lipstick. Jooyeon hums as he thinks, then points to the black one.

“Black!” he says, then begins to sing the guitar riff from AC/DC’s Back In Black. Hyeongjun just laughs as Jooyeon vocalizes the chords dramatically, followed by a high pitched cry of “Back in black!”

Turning back to the mirror, Jooyeon keeps singing nonsense English as Hyeongjun uncaps the lipstick and twists the tube up. The product glides on smoothly, and Hyeongjun pays close attention to the application, careful to follow the edges of his lips perfectly. The lipstick is thick and tacky when he rubs his lips together, making sure everything is evenly distributed. He turns around to show Jooyeon, moving his head left to right.

“You look pretty, Hyeongjun-ah,” he coos, a smile on his face. “My turn now!”

Hyeongjun blinks, surprised at his request. “What, you want me to do your makeup?”

“Yeah! Make me look pretty, too.” Jooyeon sits up, looking at him expectantly.

Digging through his makeup bag, Hyeongjun sucks his teeth. “I usually start with the base, but I don’t think I have any face makeup that will match your skin…”

“You can just do my eyes, I promise I’ll stay still.” Jooyeon gives him big puppy-dog eyes, and Hyeongjun already knows he probably won’t stay still, but he agrees anyway.

Standing, Hyeongjun gestures for Jooyeon to come sit at the desk, earning a petulant look.

“Can you come over here? It’s comfier on the bed.”

Hyeongjun knows there’s no point in arguing with him over something so trivial, so he simply sighs and grabs his makeup bag, toting it over to the bed and crawling onto the mattress. The two of them sit cross-legged facing each other, and Hyeongjun can smell Jooyeon even more now. His scent of petrichor makes Hyeongjun’s lungs feel tingly—his nose is always so much more sensitive when he’s in pre-rut.

“Okay, eyeshadow first,” he announces, reaching for the palette with an assortment of pink and peach shades. He usually sticks to more neutral colors for his eyes, but Jooyeon likes pink, and Jooyeon looks good in everything, so it feels like the right choice.

He fishes out a clean fluffy brush and dips it into a light pink shade, lifting it to his face and waiting as Jooyeon’s eyes fall closed obediently. His eyelids twitch when the brush ghosts along his skin, but he quickly settles down, forcing himself to be still for Hyeongjun.

Once the pale pink is spread across his entire eyelid, he goes in for a darker pink, tucking it into the crease of his eye, thinking back to the various makeup tutorials he has watched. He continues to build the pigment, blending it out thoroughly as he goes.

“So, like, what appeals to you about getting Jiseok pregnant?”

Hyeongjun’s jaw drops open in horror, his brush that had been swirling in the eyeshadow stopping abruptly, and he suddenly feels hot all over.

“Jooyeon, I—What?” he all but shrieks.

His eyes are still closed, like he expects Hyeongjun to continue with his work after asking a question as insane as that. His voice is even and unbothered, so nonchalant as he continues, “Like, is it the entire ordeal of pregnancy? The pups and everything? Or just the act of breeding him?”

Hyeongjun’s face is so hot to the point that he feels dizzy. He wants the ground to swallow him whole. He needs Jooyeon to stop fucking talking.

“Because I had never really thought about it until Jiseok told me about you getting super into it—I mean, yeah, he’s always blabbering about wanting to get bred while he’s in heat but I never actually considered it, you know? Like it’s kinda hot, but I wanted to hear your thoughts, because—“

“Oh my god, please shut up,” Hyeongjun begs, covering his face.

Jooyeon grabs his wrists, prying his hands away from his face. He’s smiling goofily like nothing happened. Hyeongjun wants to die.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Jiseok told you everything?” he croaks like he’s suffocating.

Jooyeon smiles and shrugs. “I mean, yeah. I was curious!”

Hyeongjun isn’t surprised that Jiseok told Jooyeon about them having sex, but he had hoped that the absolutely humiliating aspect of him getting riled up over the idea of getting Jiseok pregnant would be a secret between the two of them. Apparently nothing is sacred.

“It got Jiseok pretty hot talking about it, too. I was thinking I might need some new material.”

Hyeongjun’s mouth feels dry. He doesn’t know if it’s his impending rut or not, but the knowledge that Jiseok apparently got turned on spilling the details of their little tryst has something stirring in his gut.

A jittery finger begins to work at the iridescent rose gold shimmer in the eyeshadow palette, Hyeongjun effectively ignoring Jooyeon and returning to his task in hopes of ending the conversation. He drags the pad of his middle finger across the center of each of Jooyeon’s eyelids, spreading the sparkly pigment onto his canvas.

He’s actually mortified that Jooyeon knows about this. Who else in the group knows? Has Jiseok told everyone? It’s bad enough that the members know he lost his resolve and let himself succumb to his instincts, but it’s even worse if they were told every filthy detail. Hyeongjun wants to shrink in on himself.

As he digs around in his bag for the eyeliner, Jooyeon opens his eyes and surely notices how Hyeongjun’s shoulders are practically up to his ears.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed,” Jooyeon says, ruffling his hair. “I’ve got so much dirt on everyone else, that’s honestly pretty tame in comparison.”

As much as he wishes it didn’t, the concept of intimacy with his packmates still freaks him out sometimes. He’s not a virgin by any means—before joining the company, he had a couple of relationships, ones during his school years where they were both unsure, both awkward, both experiencing their firsts at the same time. With his packmates, he feels like they’re on two completely different levels. Hyeongjun is only used to experimenting with people on the same level of inexperience, and it makes it hard, scary, even, to mess around with his members. He’s shy and awkward and not used to these things, and his packmates are all familiar with one another. He doesn’t like having embarrassing moments, and Jooyeon can tell, which is also embarrassing.

Wordlessly grabbing Jooyeon’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, he tilts his head up to get better lighting. Jooyeon instinctively closes his eyes and Hyeongjun leans closer, bringing the pencil to his eye and holding his breath as he begins filling in his lash line. The pencil is a little stiff and it skips across the thin skin of his eyelid, causing Hyeongjun to go back and carefully fill in the gaps, unwittingly crowding further into Jooyeon’s space. He’s leaning forward on his knees unsteadily, causing him to grab Jooyeon’s shoulder to ground himself.

Jooyeon must take that as an invitation to touch in return, one hand coming to rest on Hyeongjun’s hip. His hand is warm and unexpected and it makes his breath catch in his throat. A little smile appears on Jooyeon’s lips.

“You know, Seungmin asked me to tie him up not long ago, after we shot the Love and Fear music video. I guess he thought it was hot with me holding all the red strings,” Jooyeon says, staying surprisingly still as Hyeongjun draws along his lashes. “I tried following a YouTube tutorial but I was so bad at it he told me to just leave.”

He can imagine it, Seungmin inspired by their MV and eager to try something new, and Jooyeon killing the vibe by being absolutely terrible at it. He has to bite back a smile because that’s actually kind of hilarious.

“I’ve also seen Jungsu-hyung in cat ears and a tail. A collar, too.”

“He’s worn all of that before at fansigns,” Hyeongjun counters.

“Yeah, but those were the only things he was wearing,” Jooyeon says with a smirk. “No pants means no belt loop to attach a tail to. I’ll allow you to use your imagination.”

Swallowing unevenly, Hyeongjun requests Jooyeon to open his eyes so he can fill in his waterline. He knows he’s made a mistake immediately, Jooyeon’s gaze making him freeze in place. His eyes are fixed on Hyeongjun’s face, half-lidded, that sleazy little smile never leaving his lips.

There’s silence as he colors in Jooyeon’s waterline. He’s staying surprisingly still, not blinking or flinching like he normally does when the stylists are doing his eyeliner. The hand on his hip and the unwavering eye contact has all of his nerves tingling. His rainwater scent is even more stifling than before. Having another Alpha so close to him and breathing in his pheromones so close to his rut has Hyeongjun tense and keyed up, but it’s as uncomfortable as it is thrilling.

He pulls back, inspecting his work. The pink, sparkly makeup does nothing to minimize the fierceness of Jooyeon’s gaze. The mascara comes next, Hyeongjun unscrewing the bottle and dipping the wand in the tube a few times. He combs the black substance through Jooyeon’s eyelashes, hoping he’ll be still enough to let him do the lower lashes, too, but he starts talking again and Hyeongjun gives up on that thought.

“Honestly, I don’t have much to spill on Gunil-hyung. I think that man is only into hand-holding and missionary,” Jooyeon laughs. “He’ll do weird stuff if Jungsu-hyung asks, though.”

Hyeongjun doesn’t know if he should ask what weird stuff entails. He’s still screwing the lid of the mascara back on when Jooyeon takes it upon himself to shove his hands into his makeup bag, scrabbling around for something with little grace. After retrieving what he was searching for, he places the tube of black lipstick in Hyeongjun’s hand.

“So we match,” he says with a lazy grin.

Quietly, Hyeongjun argues, “It doesn’t go with your eyes, though.”

“Don’t care, we should match,” Jooyeon retorts childishly, puckering his lips and waiting for Hyeongjun to apply the lipstick.

He sighs, resting a hand on Jooyeon’s jawline to tilt his head at the right angle. Jooyeon parts his lips slightly, dropping the silly pucker in order to allow the lipstick to be applied properly. Hyeongjun traces the lines of his upper lip with the pointed end of the tapered lipstick, carefully drawing the shape before he fills it in.

He had worn black lips just like this for the camera recently—the stylists had quite a vision for him in the iNSTEAD! music video, his shirt hardly buttoned, a wig that made him look like a member of Kiss, and lips lined in black to complete the look. He doesn’t think anyone other than Jooyeon could’ve pulled it off. Even when Jooyeon is wearing his stupid soccer jersey that he never takes off, glittery pink eyeshadow, and a pair of black lips, he still looks good. He can pull off anything.

As soon as he finishes filling in the last of the pink on his lips, Jooyeon says, “We should kiss.”

Hyeongjun balks. “Jooyeon-ah, I just did your lipstick.”

Both of his hands are now resting on Hyeongjun’s hips. “I think you’d look hot with it smeared on your face. Please?”

“You’re so annoying,” Hyeongjun says, ignoring the heat rising to his cheeks.

Jooyeon uses his grip on his waist to drag him forward and into his lap. Startled, Hyeongjun braces himself with one hand on Jooyeon’s shoulder and one hand on his chest, their faces now just inches apart. Being this close, he keeps breathing in lungfuls of Jooyeon’s scent, rain that floods him and makes him feel like he’s drowning. It’s Jooyeon in front of him, Jooyeon that’s holding him, but that awful, animal urge inside him keeps reminding him that it’s another Alpha’s hands that are touching him and holding him down. He digs his nails into Jooyeon’s skin through his jersey.

“Kiss me and I’ll tell you Jiseok’s dirty secrets, too.”

Horribly, the thought of Jiseok causes something to ignite inside him. The heat in his core spreads through the rest of his body, warm like alcohol seeping into his blood. He might not have as long until his rut kicks in as he had anticipated.

He gives in, pressing into Jooyeon and slotting their lips together.

It’s a lot different than kissing Jiseok—Jiseok had been sloppy and uncoordinated from his heat, basically drooling all over Hyeongjun’s face. Jooyeon isn’t that much neater, but he has intention and passion in the way he kisses. He trails one hand up Hyeongjun’s spine so that he can cradle the back of his head, pulling him further into himself, not allowing Hyeongjun to escape. He tastes the waxy flavor of the lipstick as they kiss, knowing it’s probably getting on their teeth, too.

Jooyeon is noisy, a known phenomenon. He’s loud all the time, either singing or talking or laughing, and this is apparently no different. He hums and whines into the kiss, groaning lightly when Hyeongjun digs his painted nails into his shoulder again.

Now seated in his lap, Hyeongjun can tell that Jooyeon is getting worked up. He grinds his hips up against Hyeongjun’s, a move that makes him accidentally nip Jooyeon’s lip harder than he had anticipated. His instincts tell him to fight off Jooyeon’s touch—he should not be allowing another Alpha to grab him, to dip their tongue into his mouth, to be practically rutting against his ass right now. When Jooyeon tugs his hair, he bites his lip roughly again, pure instinct this time.

Whimpering, Jooyeon draws his mouth away from Hyeongjun’s.

The lipstick isn’t as smeared as he had expected, but it’s still messy and smudged off his lips. He figures that he isn’t faring any better himself. With the back of his hand, he wipes at his chin and it comes back with a thin sheen of gray.

“You bit me,” Jooyeon whines.

“Didn’t mean to.”

Jooyeon’s swollen lips press to Hyeongjun’s jawline, mouthing at the sensitive skin. He kisses further down his neck, and Hyeongjun’s breathing becomes heavier and heavier, goosebumps spreading across his skin and all of the hair on his body standing up on end. Jooyeon’s stormy scent has him tingling all over like he’s about to get struck by lightning. The electricity under his skin crackles exponentially as Jooyeon continues his actions. The feeling is almost unbearable—an Alpha dragging his teeth along the sensitive skin of his neck. When he digs his teeth into Hyeongjun’s neck, he unfortunately growls in response.

The reaction is as humiliating as it was when he had done it to Jiseok, making Hyeongjun squeeze his eyes shut in embarrassment. He can feel the breath of Jooyeon’s laughter against his skin.

“Oh, why do you still have this on?” Jooyeon murmurs, and there’s suddenly a thumb flicking at the edge of his scent blocker.

“Wait, don’t—” Hyeongjun begins frantically, but it’s too late.

Jooyeon peels off the patch, causing Hyeongjun’s thick scent to permeate the room. It’s far stronger than it usually is, making Jooyeon cough for a second, then he leans back and stares at Hyeongjun with a wild, knowing grin on his face.

“No wonder you were so snappy.”

“Shut up,” Hyeongjun says through gritted teeth.

“How long, do you think?” Jooyeon swipes his thumb against his swollen scent gland, causing a moan to rise from low in his throat. “A day or two? Hours?”

He knows what he’s asking. How long until his rut fully kicks in. “I was hoping I would have until tomorrow,” Hyeongjun replies breathlessly as Jooyeon licks over his scent gland.

“Damn, I still don’t get how you’re so calm,” Jooyeon marvels. “I’d probably jump Jiseok the second I saw him, but you two were eating breakfast together this morning.”

Hyeongjun groans. He remembers—Jiseok had just rolled out of bed, sweet and sleepy pheromones wafting off of him, and Hyeongjun had to stop himself from drooling into his cereal. Ever since they had sex, it’s like Jiseok’s pheromones are ten times stronger than they were before, testing Hyeongjun’s resolve even further. He usually never has difficulties suppressing his reactions, but even just the mention of Jiseok’s name right now has him feeling crazy. Is this how Jooyeon feels too? Does he get like this around his rut as well?

His scent ultimately gives him away. At the mention of Jiseok, a flood of cinnamon rolls off him, all too obvious. Giggling to himself, Jooyeon dips a hand down to palm Hyeongjun over his sweatpants, making him lurch forward with a pained noise.

“Oh, but you were thinking about it, weren’t you?” Jooyeon teases. “Bet you wanted to bend him over the kitchen counter.”

Hyeongjun’s head drops. Hands still clutching Jooyeon’s shoulders, he haphazardly rolls his hips forward into Jooyeon’s touch, moaning at the friction. He’s embarrassed at how needy he’s acting, but Jooyeon doesn’t let him feel bad for it, he just pushes the heel of his palm where Hyeongjun needs him.

“He would let you, you know.” Jooyeon speaks his words into Hyeongjun’s skin, probably smudging his lipstick further into the flesh of his throat. “He got so wet telling me about you helping during his heat.”

Hyeongjun can’t even find the words to speak, he just moans and squeezes his eyes shut. Of course he knew that Jiseok enjoyed himself, but he didn’t know to what extent. Nothing they did was particularly adventurous, he just took care of Jiseok through his heat until he was spent, so he didn’t imagine that it was anything special compared to what he might have done before with the other members. It’s so hot, and embarrassingly gives him a sense of pride, to know that telling Jooyeon what they did turned Jiseok on.

“He had my hand drenched talking about you eating him out,” Jooyeon starts. “I had my dick inside him and he was still going on about how excited you got at the thought of getting him pregnant. Kind of a blow to my ego, to be honest.”

Before Hyeongjun can respond, Jooyeon is kissing him again, rougher than before. He’s heavy and warm and overwhelming, surrounding Hyeongjun in his scent and his touch. The feeling of wrongness still can’t be shaken—he hasn’t forgotten that they’re both Alphas, they both have the same instincts that desire control. The feeling of Jooyeon’s unmistakable erection pressing against him, the way he clutches at Hyeongjun’s waist, how he bites at his mouth, it all drives Hyeongjun crazy in the worst way.

His hands travel from Jooyeon’s shoulders up to his hair, and if Hyeongjun delights in the shiver that rakes through Jooyeon’s body when his fingers graze the nape of his neck, no one has to know. He fists his hand into his shaggy hair and pulls just to feel the vibrations of Jooyeon’s chest against his when he growls.

Breaking their kiss, Jooyeon still keeps his face close and speaks against Hyeongjun’s mouth when he says, “I wanna watch you fuck Jiseok.”

He shivers. Hyeongjun is shy, he could hardly stand to let Jiseok look at him at first when they had sex, but Jooyeon’s words entice him. It must be his fast-approaching rut that’s doing this to him, making him lose his inhibitions, caring less and less about the fact that he’s nearly biting Jooyeon’s face off, nor the fact he’s sitting in Jooyeon’s lap letting him touch him like this. His rut must be what makes the thought of fucking Jiseok so mouth-watering at the moment.

“Maybe we could replace his birth control with sugar pills and make your dream come true.”

“That’s not funny,” Hyeongjun snaps. He smacks Jooyeon in the chest, yet there’s a burst of rich cinnamon scent they both pick up on at the same time—Hyeongjun ducks his head in shame, and Jooyeon throws his head back in a laugh.

“I should have you fuck him and make him suck my cock,” Jooyeon continues, his voice thick and heady like he’s going to moan just thinking about it. “Push his head down and make him choke on it so he gets tighter around you.”

Hyeongjun thinks he might combust. He has no idea how Jooyeon can say these things out loud with zero shame. He lets his head drop to Jooyeon’s shoulder, rocking his hips forward into his hand like a needy animal.

“Pervert,” is all Hyeongjun says.

“Or we could do the opposite, I’ll fuck him and he can suck you off. He told me he tried to blow you during his heat but you wouldn’t let him. I have no idea how you were able to turn him down, honestly.”

Hyeongjun makes a face. “He was in heat, I thought it was more important to satisfy him than myself.”

Jooyeon cups his palm around the shape of Hyeongjun through his sweatpants, stroking him through the fabric with more intention. It almost makes him double over at the increased friction and warmth around his aching dick. “Yeah? Let me satisfy you, then.”

“You don’t have to—” His breath trembles and betrays him.

“I’m using your own logic. Your mating cycle is about to start, so it’s more important for me to make you feel good.” He drags his thumb across the head of Hyeongjun’s cock through his sweatpants, drawing a whiny moan from him. “Let me suck your dick, Hyeongjun-ah.”

Pathetically, Hyeongjun is already nodding before Jooyeon even finishes his sentence. He can’t bring himself to say it out loud but he jerks his head up and down rapidly, pressing into Jooyeon’s body, feeling hot all over.

Once he is nudged off of Jooyeon’s lap, he moves to the edge of the bed as Jooyeon clambers off the mattress and into the floor. The loss of Jooyeon’s warmth sobers him up a bit. Without his face being shoved into Jooyeon’s, he’s able to see more of Jooyeon, more of himself, and it’s embarrassing how obvious his arousal is, and all he can think about is how he really wants to hide right now. Drawing his knees up to his chest, he waits as Jooyeon grabs a pillow to shove beneath his own knees.

Jooyeon’s lipstick is smeared all over his mouth, and it’s only about to get worse. He smiles up at Hyeongjun, all gummy and bright and with a fleck or two of black on his uneven front teeth, and grabs Hyeongjun’s skinny legs to bring them back down, to spread them apart.

He expects Jooyeon’s next move to be going for his waistband, but instead, he keeps his grip on Hyeongjun’s thighs and sinks his fingertips in, leaning forward to mouth at him through the fabric of his pants. His hips jerk forward accidentally, not immediately expecting the stimulation. The fabric of his thin sweatpants is already wet from his leaking cock, and Jooyeon only makes it wetter, practically drooling on his cock as he messily kisses him through the fabric. He’s starting to get too sensitive, so he pleads,

“Jooyeon, c’mon already.”

Not having to be told twice, he paws at Hyeongjun’s waistband, urging him to lift his hips so he can drag the sweatpants down his legs, leaving them bunched at his ankles.

When Jooyeon finally takes Hyeongjun into his mouth, he has to clamp a hand over his face to muffle his moan. He drags his tongue over the head of Hyeongjun’s cock, delighted when precum dribbles out onto his tongue, licking it up like an eager pet. His mouth is so hot and wet and Hyeongjun hasn’t gotten a blowjob in probably five years and he thinks he might cum far sooner than he’d like.

He keeps his hand clutching the lower half of his face to suppress any noise, his other one frantically gripping the sheets as he struggles to stay still. Jooyeon has little technique, instead just drooling a mess of spit and precum down his cock as he takes him down his throat. The view of Jooyeon on his knees in front of him makes him dizzy. Does he do this for the others? Get on his knees for Seungmin or Gunil?

Just like when Jiseok had presented himself, having Jooyeon kneeling beneath him satisfies that baser self inside him. The human part of his mind hates to acknowledge it, but the unthinking, feeling part of himself absolutely loves it. An Alpha submitting to him. There was no need to fight for it, Jooyeon went willingly into the floor, eager to please Hyeongjun. He wonders if he would submit just as easily himself, but even the thought has his hackles raising. Maybe Hyeongjun’s instincts aren’t as easily controlled as he thought.

It seems Jooyeon smelled the spike in his scent at his wandering thoughts, because he whines low in his throat and tries to take him deeper, gagging himself.

“Be careful,” Hyeongjun hisses. There’s a recording scheduled soon. He could jeopardize his vocals if he’s too reckless.

Jooyeon pulls off, breathing heavily. His mouth is dropped open and there’s a string of spit descending from his swollen lower lip. The black lipstick is now a sheer gray and tracked all the way down his chin, tinting his saliva. “‘M sorry. I haven’t done this in a while.”

In place of his mouth, he takes Hyeongjun in his hand and strokes him lazily as he catches his breath. His fingers are calloused and rough but the spit and precum does the job of lubricating him well enough to make the glide easy.

“Next time Jiseok wants to suck your dick, you’ve gotta let him. He’s way better at this than me.”

Hyeongjun’s hips jerk forward accidentally, fucking into Jooyeon’s hand. His eyes go wide before squeezing shut in embarrassment. He wonders if Jooyeon is doing this on purpose, if he knows, and the laughing coming from beneath him gives him an idea of what the answer might be.

“God, it’s every time I say his name, isn’t it? You want him so bad.”

“Shut up, it’s just my rut,” Hyeongjun rushes out, fingers scrabbling against the sheets.

Jooyeon gives a sleazy smile as he thumbs at the precum dribbling from the head of his cock. “No, I get it. After the first time we messed around, it was like I was going through puberty all over again. If you go years without any kind of action, sometimes all the pheromones will make you kinda go crazy.”

Hyeongjun remembers. A few months after their debut, it was like Jooyeon and Jiseok couldn’t keep their hands off each other. They were already close during their trainee days, but this was so much worse, and very much not PG. He had unfortunately walked in on them multiple times, and had heard them through the walls even more than that. It got to a point where they had to have a meeting in their dorm, Jooyeon and Jiseok both staring at the ground while Gunil lectured them. Hyeongjun had sat in the corner, mildly uncomfortable, mostly embarrassed for them. Now, on the receiving end of all those same hormones, he can understand.

“And your first time fucking him was during his heat. I’m not a biologist, but that’s gotta make it worse.”

Hyeongjun throws his head back, unable to control the way he’s trying to practically fuck Jooyeon’s fist. He doesn’t want to react this way every time Jiseok is mentioned, but he simply can’t help it, it’s like his pre-rut body is craving him. Even with Jooyeon down on his knees sucking him off, he still gets crazed over the mere thought of Jiseok.

“There’s nothing wrong with fantasizing, Hyeongjun-ah. If he gets you off, think about him. You and I both know Jiseok doesn’t care.”

“It just feels demeaning, I don’t—mm!” His sentence is cut off by his own moan when Jooyeon puts his mouth back on his cock, sucking at the head. The stimulation makes him shudder bodily with how good it feels.

Pulling back with a pop, Jooyeon mouths along length, speaking against the hot flesh. “I jerk off to him all the time. Like, I’ve got my fair share of Jiseok pics that will never see the light of day, but sometimes he’ll just post a cute selfie and I’ll still get hard.”

“You’re gross,” Hyeongjun says, breathless.

“Yeah, well, you wanna get him pregnant, so.”

He doesn’t have a rebuttal for that. He wants to argue that it was his instincts that made him react like that to Jiseok’s heat-stricken ramblings—he doesn’t truly want Jiseok to bear his kids, it was just the idea of satisfying Jiseok’s primal need to get bred that got to him. However there’s no use in arguing which perversion is better than the other, so he just keeps his mouth shut and tries to sit still with Jooyeon still smearing lipstick on the shaft of his cock.

After not being indulged with a response, Jooyeon takes the initiative to get back to work, guiding Hyeongjun back into his mouth fully and taking him down as far as he’s able to without gagging himself. It makes him shudder, feeling himself crawling closer to the edge. The room has seemed to only grow hotter, stuffier, the air absolutely packed with both of their strong pheromones. It’s different from the cloying sweetness that had enveloped the room during Jiseok’s heat—it’s heady, prickling at his nose, Jooyeon’s rainwater scent still giving off that metallic bite.

He’s so caught up in watching Jooyeon bob up and down in his lap, he doesn’t notice the sound of footsteps in the hallway, nor the sound of the doorknob turning, nor the hinges squeaking. He only realizes they have an intruder when he nearly jumps out of his skin at an unexpected voice shouting,

“No fucking fair!”

Jooyeon splutters on his cock and Hyeongjun scrambles to cover himself as they both whip their heads around to find Jiseok standing in the doorway. He must have just come back from the company, his gig bag still slung over his shoulder.

Marching into the room, he hastily discards his guitar to the floor—he’s still mindful with his instrument, but it’s just careless enough that it makes Hyeongjun cringe at the thud.

He stomps over to them, arms crossed over his chest, and glares at Jooyeon. Scoffing, Jiseok says, “I can’t believe you got to suck his dick before I did.”

Jooyeon just smiles and shrugs, all too pleased with himself. “You snooze, you lose.”

Hyeongjun’s jaw drops, face hot with embarrassment once again. They’re arguing like he’s not even there. He really wishes he wasn’t.

“What’s with the…” Jiseok waves his pointer finger at Jooyeon’s demolished lipstick.

“Oh, Hyeongjun did our makeup!” He says it like they were having a slumber party, not like Jiseok had just walked in on him with Hyeongjun’s cock down his throat. He’s so mortified right now.

Beneath the mortification, however, Hyeongjun starts to notice just how truly hot he feels. He thought it was from the embarrassment, but sweat starts to prickle at his hairline, and he’s beginning to feel dizzy, and a pit of dread settles in his stomach. Breathing heavily, his vision blurs when he glances between Jooyeon and Jiseok, and he realizes what’s happening.

They’re still bickering when he begins to reach down and clumsily grapple for the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling them up his thighs frantically, vision swimming. He manages to get them in place and only when he stands on unsteady feet do Jooyeon and Jiseok finally pay attention to him. He’s trying to make a dash for the door when Jooyeon grabs him by the ankle, making him stumble, immediately getting caught and steadied by Jiseok. Hyeongjun recoils from his touch.

“Woah, where are you going?” Jiseok says, eyes wide.

“I’ve gotta—I just… I really need to leave,” he stammers.

Jooyeon recognizes it first. “Your rut is starting, isn’t it?”

Panic sours Hyeongjun’s scent and he tries to wrestle his leg out of Jooyeon’s grasp, but he’s thwarted when Jiseok grabs his shoulders and prevents him from advancing out the door. He’s right in front of him now, smelling so sweet and mouth-watering and Omega and it makes Hyeongjun’s eyes flutter. He tries to hold his breath and steel himself, feeling weaker and weaker in the knees as the seconds pass.

“Please, let me go,” he says, frantic hands trying to push Jiseok off.

“Yah, Hyeongjun, calm down.” Jiseok walks him back until his legs hit the mattress and he plops right back down to where he started. He takes a handful of the collar of his shirt and brings it up to cover his nose, trying to block out Jiseok’s scent and stay lucid.

Screwing his eyes shut, he pleads, “You need to let me leave, I’m—I can’t—”

The bed dips next to him and he feels a hand rest on his thigh. Jooyeon’s voice speaks from next to him, “Hey, you don’t have to leave. We can help you out, okay?”

Hyeongjun shakes his head back and forth rapidly. “No, we can’t, I don’t know if I can… I don’t wanna hurt Jiseok, or hurt you, I’ve never…”

“Never spent your rut with anyone?” Jiseok finishes.

He smells so good, his presence so maddening, even just his voice is enough to have Hyeongjun twitching in his pants. He wants nothing more than to pounce on Jiseok at the moment. Fingers twitching, he holds himself back, but he’s rapidly slipping, losing his control. He’s scared.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know if I can control myself,” he admits.

A strong hand threads through Hyeongjun’s hair, tilting his head back and forcing him to look up at Jiseok. He breathes heavily, eyes dilated.

“I promise you’re not gonna hurt me. Plus, I owe you one.”

Hyeongjun shakes his head as much as he can with Jiseok’s hand still carded through his tangled hair. “No, no, you don’t owe me anything. I can take care of this myself, just let me leave.”

Jooyeon, attempting to soothe him, rubs his hand along Hyeongjun’s back. He hardly registers it until he starts climbing his upper back, rubbing his shoulders that just keep hiking higher, Hyeongjun’s whole form tensed and wound tight like a spring. They’re both still talking to him but his eyes have fallen shut once again as he starts to fall further. Everything is too overwhelming—their voices, the lights, the scents, their touch, the way Jooyeon’s hand starts to accidentally drift higher until his fingers graze the nape of Hyeongjun’s neck.

In one movement, before he can even stop himself, he whips around and smacks his palm to Jooyeon’s chest, shoving him back onto the mattress. He lands flat on his back and Hyeongjun follows, hovering above him and keeping him pressed down, his hand now wrapped at the base of Jooyeon’s throat. Hyeongjun pants frantically like he can’t catch his breath, staring down at Jooyeon, probably looking as crazed as he feels. Jooyeon doesn’t fight, he just lets himself be spread out onto the mattress, baring his throat. Hyeongjun feels sick, can’t believe he just shoved Jooyeon like that, all because he had simply grazed his neck by accident.

Crumpling to Jooyeon’s chest, he wheezes, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”

Jiseok’s candy scent permeates the air, making Hyeongjun shudder and lick his lips. Jooyeon starts laughing, his chest vibrating against Hyeongjun’s face. He doesn’t really appreciate being laughed at, but then he realizes Jooyeon isn’t laughing at him.

“Did you think that was hot?” Jooyeon asks, directed over Hyeongjun’s shoulder.

It dawns on him that it wasn’t just his rut making him ultra-sensitive to Jiseok’s scent, and that Jooyeon had smelled him too. It was the smell of an aroused Jiseok.

He feels the mattress give once more, and then Jiseok is pressed next to him, warm and soft and soothing his frazzled nerves. He never knew that the simplest touch from an Omega could calm him like this when he’s in rut.

Fond fingertips ghost down his arm, and he can hear the smile on Jiseok when he says, “I would nag you about suppressing your instincts again, but it’s kinda sexy when you lose control.”

Affronted, Jooyeon interjects, “Wait, why is it hot when he does it? Any time I act all Alpha you say I’m being dramatic.”

“Yeah, because you’re annoying,” he says matter-of-factly. “I don’t ever see Hyeongjunnie act like that, so, I don’t know, I kinda liked it!”

Once again, they’re bickering as if Hyeongjun isn’t sandwiched between them, having a mental breakdown. At least they aren’t mad at him for snapping on Jooyeon, but he still wants to crawl in a hole and die. He starts squirming, and two pairs of hands rush to hold him still.

“Guys,” Hyeongjun whines.

They say sorry in unison, turning their attention back to him. Jiseok nuzzles at the crook of his neck, dousing him in his scent. Hyeongjun shudders and moans open-mouthed into Jooyeon’s chest, gripping weakly at his shirt. It’s taking everything in him to not tear all of Jiseok’s clothes off. He still wants to leave, he doesn’t want to burden his packmates with his rut, but it’s getting harder and harder to worry about that when the red-hot desire continues to build in his stomach.

“You’ve been dying to have Jiseok all day,” Jooyeon whispers like it’s just the two of them, even though he’s positive that Jiseok can hear. “Here’s your chance.”

He would’ve been content to rush outside and call a manager to take him to one of the private mating cycle rooms and wait everything out by himself. He probably wouldn’t have even touched himself because he can’t get Jiseok off his mind, and it feels wrong to think about him, makes him feel guilty. He could’ve spent his rut alone and come back once it was over and everything would be normal again. He’s done it countless times, and he would do it again. But here, caught between his packmates practically begging to take care of him through his rut, Hyeongjun feels selfish enough to say yes.

“I’ll stay,” he mumbles into Jooyeon’s shirt. It’s so quiet and muffled he’s unsure if they heard him at first, and then there’s the sound of a clap behind his head, and he realizes that Jooyeon and Jiseok had high-fived. Of course.

He hears a rustle of fabric, and lifts his head to see Jiseok already shedding his clothes. He yanks his shirt off and throws it on the ground and upon seeing the expanse of smooth, pale skin, all that’s running through Hyeongjun’s brain is bite. Jiseok notices his staring and laughs, high-pitched and staccato.

“You’re so cute. I like you like this,” Jiseok says. It makes Hyeongjun’s nose wrinkle, which causes Jiseok to laugh more. “How do you want it, then? Want Jooyeon to finish what he started? Or do you need me first?”

Hyeongjun gives a miserable whine. “Please don’t make me pick…”

“Ooh, Jiseokie, I know!” Jooyeon chirps. “You should suck him off now, since you were so jealous earlier.”

Before he can offer any kind of input, Hyeongjun is being pulled upright into a sitting position, legs swung over the side of the bed again.

His sweatpants are pulled down his legs by someone else for the second time today, but this time they’re fully removed, discarded to the floor and leaving his lower half wholly bare. Even through the heat, he kind of hates it, kind of feels self-conscious and shy at being exposed like this, but it doesn’t last long because Jiseok is now kneeling before him, hands on either of Hyeongjun’s bony knees, and all thoughts have flown out of his head.

He can tell Jooyeon is enjoying the view too from his scent thickening and the pleased hum that escapes him. He rests his chin on Hyeongjun’s shoulder so he can watch, careful to stay away from the nape of his neck this time.

Jiseok takes a hold of his swollen cock and gives it a few strokes. He then tilts his head, pinches his eyebrows together, and stares at Hyeongjun’s dick wordlessly. Is he inspecting his dick? Did he suddenly decide he doesn’t want to suck him off anymore? Oh god, does he think Hyeongjun is small? He’s always thought of himself as average. Squirming uncomfortably, Hyeongjun asks, “What’s wrong?”

Jiseok points at his cock, and now that he’s properly looking at it, he can see what appears to be a ring of lipstick around his dick, about two thirds of the way down. All three of them are staring at his dick and he wants to die.

“Is this how far you went down?” Jiseok fixes Jooyeon with an accusatory, disapproving stare.

“Oh, come on! I was trying my best, okay?”

“No, it’s fine I guess, it’s just that you put in all that work with Seungmin so I figured you could—“

“That was months ago! I’m a little rusty!”

Hyeongjun covers his face with his hands. “Guys, I’m like, actually gonna get up and leave this time.”

Jiseok, quick to pacify Hyeongjun’s threat, takes him easily down his throat. He doesn’t have the same restrictions Jooyeon had, he dives all the way down until his thick, pink lips are at the base of his cock, holding himself there like he’s trying to show off. Hyeongjun can’t even bring himself to care about the stupid competition Jooyeon and Jiseok have going on when he’s in Jiseok’s throat, all hot and tight and wet.

“You’re a slut, Kwak,” Jooyeon teases, sounding almost proud. Jiseok just shrugs with Hyeongjun’s dick still in his mouth and starts to bob his head.

The smell of Jiseok’s arousal is starting to get stronger, slowly penetrating the pheromones that were already filling the room. He would’ve assumed it was a simple reaction to his rut, but with Jiseok moaning, eyes half-shut, he knows that he’s getting off on this. His sweet, candy scent only gets more overpowering as he continues his work, pulling up so he can taste Hyeongjun’s precum properly. It looks like it dizzies him, and Hyeongjun stares in awe. He initially finds himself amazed, but then remembers how he had reacted to the taste of Jiseok’s slick when he was in heat. It was an aphrodisiac, the sweetest thing he had ever tasted, so maddening it had him rutting against the mattress without realizing it.

Hyeongjun didn’t notice when he became slack-jawed, but he does notice when a bit of drool dribbles from his own mouth, a frantic sleeve jerking upwards to wipe it away.

The warmth of Jooyeon pressed to his back disappears, and he turns his head to find Jooyeon stumbling over to his side of the room, digging through his many unorganized drawers. Jiseok pulls off with a wet pop, his lips now even puffier than usual, pink and swollen.

Jooyeon evidently finds what he was searching for, hurrying back over to them with a bottle of lube in one hand, a pack of condoms in the other, and a sly grin on his face. They’re both staring up at him in confusion.

“Ignore me, just keep doing what you’re doing!”

Jiseok eyes the items in his hands and looks like he’s about to say something, but Jooyeon just fists his hand in hair and shoves him back into Hyeongjun’s lap. His aim is off and his cock ends up pressed to Jiseok’s cheekbone, but is quickly rectified by Jiseok taking a hold of him and hastily feeding his cock back into his mouth like he’s starving.

Jooyeon ends up settling behind Jiseok on the floor. He starts tugging at Jiseok’s shorts with little grace, not even bothering to let him stand and take them off, just aggressively shoving them into the crook of Jiseok’s bent knees to get access to what he wants. There’s an obscene squelch when Jooyeon presumably plunges his fingers inside Jiseok’s cunt, making him moan loudly around Hyeongjun’s cock. The vibrations have him wringing the sheets in his hands once again.

The scent of his slick is more pronounced now without the barrier of fabric, and even as he’s getting the blowjob of a lifetime, Hyeongjun is envious of Jooyeon because of how badly he wants to taste Jiseok’s slick right now. The night is still young, he tells himself.

Jiseok’s eyes suddenly widen, his thick eyebrows drawing together. He rears his head back to pull off, but Jooyeon splays his hand across the back of his skull and pushes him back down, not allowing him to come off of his cock. He splutters a bit but regains his composure, eyes still wide and darting back.

“Chill out, just keep going,” Jooyeon whispers into his ear.

His view is obscured, but he’s able to see the movement of Jooyeon’s arm and wrist as he fucks his fingers into Jiseok. He eventually settles down, letting Jooyeon do his thing, and putting himself back to work,

Spit bubbles from the corner of his mouth every time his lips meet Hyeongjun’s growing knot. It’s obscene, so filthy, and the sight only gets him closer and closer. His orgasm has been staved off too long now, and he thinks he might faint from the heat if he’s dragged out any longer.

“Getting close, Jiseokie,” he warns. “You should probably, ah, probably pull off.”

He’s not sure if Jiseok even heard him. His eyes are rolling up in his head, unsubtly pushing himself back onto Jooyeon’s hand.

“Cum in his mouth, Hyeongjun-ah. He’ll swallow it,” Jooyeon instructs.

He has to speak through broken moans to respond to Jooyeon. “I don’t—fuck—don’t wanna force him to, oh—“

“He can take it, just don’t knot his mouth,” he says, and Hyeongjun wasn’t planning on it, because he honestly didn’t even know that was a thing.

Jiseok’s trembling fingers come to wrap around his knot and they squeeze, and that’s all it takes for Hyeongjun to come apart.

He cums into Jiseok’s mouth without warning, drawing a surprised squeak from him. Not realizing it, not even meaning to, Hyeongjun’s fingers grapple at Jiseok’s hair, tangling in the strands and keeping his head in place as his whole body tenses with his orgasm. He holds Jiseok down while his hips jerk erratically and his cum spills into his waiting mouth, swallowing it all without complaint. He’s pent up, it’s his first orgasm of his rut, and he feels like he’s never gonna stop cumming, but Jiseok still drinks it up, unphased.

His fist stays tight around his knot the whole time, mimicking the feeling of being locked inside an Omega. It leaves him more sated than he expected. Dropping his grip on Jiseok’s hair, he leans back on his hands and hopes his arms don’t give out on him as he comes down from his high.

Jiseok finally pulls off, letting Hyeongjun’s dick fall from his swollen mouth, a rush of leftover saliva and cum following suit. His cheeks are red and blotchy and his eyelashes are wet with tears of exertion, but he’s still so pretty, even with strings of pearly white connecting his lower lip to the tip of Hyeongjun’s cock.

Jiseok’s head drops to Hyeongjun’s leg, resting his cheek on his inner thigh as he catches his breath. Between his heavy pants, he keeps whimpering, still being fucked on Jooyeon’s hand. He brushes Jiseok’s sweaty bangs off his face.

“Oh, fuck, Jooyeon,” he cries, arching his back like a cat.

It’s interesting to watch the two of them like this. Jooyeon knows where to touch him, how to touch him, the specific things to do to make Jiseok melt into a puddle under his hands.

Despite just orgasming, Hyeongjun is still hard, a consequence of his rut. Jiseok notices this—in fact, it’s hard not to with how his face is still tucked against Hyeongjun’s thigh, still so close to his cock. He strokes Hyeongjun lazily, making him hiss through his teeth at the sensitivity.

“Hurry up,” Jiseok grouses but still pushes back into Jooyeon’s hand. “Don’t wanna keep Hyeongjun waiting.”

“You’re right.” Jooyeon drapes himself over Jiseok’s back so he can whisper straight into his ear, a mischievous smile directed up at Hyeongjun. “He’s been waiting all day, you know. He wanted to fuck you this morning.”

“Oh my god, it’s not like that,” Hyeongjun begins defensively, embarrassed.

Jiseok’s eyes are half-closed from pleasure, he’s slowly jacking him off, but he still has the mental capacity to tease him. “What’s it like, then?”

Jooyeon, keen to speak for him, butts in first. “His rut symptoms started this morning, and he wanted you so bad. He behaved himself but he was still thinking about it with you sitting right next to him. How dirty, right?”

Jiseok gives a squeaky laugh at Hyeongjun’s mortified expression. He feels less like they’re helping him, and more like they’re teaming up to mess with him. Jooyeon and Jiseok are a handful on their own, and most definitely not for the weak when combined.

“That’s cute. Should I have let you have me for breakfast instead?”

Hyeongjun keeps his mouth shut so he doesn’t start drooling again, and keeps mum to avoid incriminating himself any further. His rut has him feeling so crazy he honestly might take Jiseok up on the offer. They could wake up tomorrow morning and he could inch his way down Jiseok’s body, spread his legs, and eat him out till his jaw hurts.

Jooyeon finally retracts his fingers from Jiseok and gives him a playful swat to the ass. “Okay, up on the bed now.”

“What, I don’t get a ’please’?”

Jiseok’s legs shake when he stands, pushing his shorts the rest of the way down, and now a light sheen of wetness is visible on his inner thighs. Hyeongjun’s mouth waters and his jaw tightens like he ate something sour.

Jooyeon quickly sheds his clothes too. It’s Hyeongjun’s first time seeing him disrobed and turned on, and he looks good—he might be skinny and long-limbed in a way that appears awkward at first, but his movements are confident. He’s done this song and dance plenty of times before with Jiseok, and it’s clear in the way that he moves.

He smacks around the bed for the condoms, hastily tearing one open and rolling it down his cock. His face is scrunched up and he lets out a low moan when he finally touches himself, having gone this whole time without any direct stimulation.

Hyeongjun reaches for the condoms as well, but Jooyeon smacks his hand away before he can even grab one. He stares at Jooyeon wide-eyed, nervous, afraid that he’s done something wrong.

“How are you supposed to get Jiseok pregnant if you put that on?” he tuts.

Jiseok’s sweet candy scent thickens. He liked that.

Piling pillows against the headboard, Jooyeon leans back against them, beckoning Jiseok over to himself. Hyeongjun doesn’t know what he’s meant to be doing so he just sits at the foot of the bed and waits for instruction like a dog.

Lube is poured onto Jooyeon’s cock, and Hyeongjun can’t imagine why, because Jiseok’s slick is already running down his legs at this point. But maybe that’s how he likes it, wet and messy. Jiseok seems to have an idea of what Jooyeon wants from him, because they don’t share any words as he crawls into Jooyeon’s lap, facing away from him. He straddles Jooyeon’s hips and lets him line himself up. Jooyeon whispers something into his ear and Jiseok nods, then starts to sink down onto him.

Hyeongjun can only sit and watch, too hesitant to interrupt. He feels left out. Yeah, Jiseok had just sucked his dick, but he’s in rut and it’s making his skin crawl watching Jiseok take another Alpha’s cock. Jooyeon has been waiting this whole time, though. He hadn’t touched himself beyond the clothed frotting earlier, so maybe he deserves to have Jiseok first. Even reasoning with himself, it doesn’t make Hyeongjun feel any less antsy.

Jiseok’s thigh is partially blocking his view of Jooyeon’s cock sinking into him, but the further down he gets, the more Hyeongjun realizes something is off. The angle is weird, and it’s not just from the reverse-cowgirl position Jooyeon has him in. Jiseok’s mouth is hanging open, Jooyeon’s hands are on his hips, and he’s finally fully seated, resting his weight on his lap. As soon as he is fully inside, Jooyeon grabs Jiseok and pulls him back so that they’re pressed together, Jiseok’s back to his front. He wraps his arms around Jiseok’s little waist and uses his knees to knock Jiseok’s thighs apart, giving Hyeongjun a perfect view of the two of them. His jaw drops when his suspicions are confirmed—Jiseok’s cunt is still wide open, and Jooyeon has buried himself in his ass.

“He’s all yours, Hyeongjun-ah.”

Hyeongjun thinks he might faint. He didn’t imagine this when the two of them said they’d help, but he can’t back down, he feels like he’s going to combust if he’s not inside Jiseok within the next few minutes.

He shuffles his way up the bed until he’s nestled between two pairs of spread legs. Jiseok’s eyes are closed, his chest quickly rising and falling, and Jooyeon is peering at Hyeongjun over Jiseok’s shoulder, looking all too pleased with himself.

Gripping his cock, he presses the head into Jiseok’s pussy slowly, letting him get used to feeling. Hyeongjun is so, so aroused he’s afraid he’ll come within seconds of being inside Jiseok, but he keeps pushing in, carefully sheathing himself inside Jiseok’s tight cunt. Jiseok is whining high in his throat, a sound Hyeongjun hasn’t heard from him before, not even during his heat. He can’t imagine what sensations Jiseok is feeling right now, being stuffed in both of his holes.

“Oh my god, I feel so full,” he wheezes, sounding like the breath was knocked from his lungs.

When Hyeongjun grabs Jiseok’s hips, he feels him shaking like a leaf. He worries that it’s too much, that they might end up hurting Jiseok, but the constant pulsing of his cunt and the fact that horny pheromones are absolutely pouring off of him puts his concerns to rest. Jiseok likes this, he really likes this.

“Start moving. I can’t do much from down here,” Jooyeon says.

Hyeongjun obeys, and when he pulls out and fucks back into Jiseok, all three moan in unison. As he starts to move, Jooyeon plants his feet on the bed and shallowly fucks into Jiseok as best he can with his limited movement. It’s awkward at first, the three of them bumping into each other as they try to gain a good pace, but they start to build a rhythm that works.

Jiseok’s nails are scrabbling at Jooyeon’s forearms, still wrapped around his torso and keeping his squirming body in place. He keeps clenching around Hyeongjun, probably around Jooyeon too, and as much as he wants to start slow to get Jiseok accustomed to the feeling, he can’t stop himself from fucking him a little faster.

“That’s it, good boy,” Jooyeon says, and he assumes it’s directed at Jiseok until he catches Jooyeon staring at him. He’s so desperate for Jiseok, he doesn’t even find himself shying away from Jooyeon’s gaze. “Fuck him good, Alpha.”

His head is spinning. He normally hates being addressed by his subgender, but for some reason, it feels good when Jooyeon says it.

His movements get messier, harder, more rough than he wants to be with Jiseok. He can’t stop himself, though—too far gone, too overwhelmed by his rut, only able to think with the part of his brain he tries to ignore. Jiseok leaks slick all over his cock, down his perineum, making a mess all over his hole, too, giving Jooyeon even more lubrication to fuck him there. Hyeongjun didn’t know Jiseok even liked stuff like this.

“Oh, oh, Hyeongjun,” Jiseok whimpers when his knot starts to swell again, stretching him wider. “You gonna—fuck—gonna knot me again? Cum inside me?”

His hips stutter, fucking Jiseok even harder, even more erratically. He leans down to lick Jiseok’s scent gland, drinking in his sweet smell, leaving black kiss marks on his skin. When Jiseok throws his head back and bares his neck, Hyeongjun sucks and bites at one side, and Jooyeon does the same to the other. Jiseok is squished between them, trapped in both of their grasps, fucked full of both of them, and unable to escape. He kicks his legs but it does nothing, still held in place, and Hyeongjun can taste him getting even hornier.

“Yeah, fuck him till it takes,” Jooyeon moans. “I’ll help you. We can take turns knotting him, we can fill him up over and over till he can’t keep any more inside him.”

Hyeongjun lets out a shuddering moan, far too excited by Jooyeon’s promise. He wants it, he wants it so badly. Filling Jiseok with their cum, knotting him again and again to ensure that it sticks, to be certain he gets bred properly.

“We’ll knot him till he can’t take it anymore, then do it one more time for good measure. Gonna get our Jiseokie pregnant,” he sing-songs.

Hyeongjun’s Alpha loves that idea. He loves it so much it makes his stomach ache with how turned on he is.

All three of them are moaning and the wet noises coming from below echo through the room. Hyeongjun wonders if anyone else has come home, if they can hear them through the walls, or if they can smell them through the gaps in the door. Hyeongjun has never spent his rut at the dorms, but he’s been able to smell Gunil and Jooyeon through the closed doors every time they have their rut. He can imagine one of the others coming home, smelling the potent cinnamon scent and hearing all three of them making filthy noises, and immediately knowing what’s going on. Hyeongjun will worry later about the walk of shame he’ll have to take.

“Gonna cum,” Hyeongjun pants, his grip on Jiseok’s hips tightening.

Jiseok taunts, “Yeah, breed your Omega.”

He holds Jiseok still as he starts to push his knot in, stretching the Omega’s cunt wide, his thighs trembling on either side of Hyeongjun. It takes a bit more work to get his knot in compared to when he was in heat. Jiseok has his head thrown back, his mouth open, letting out those whiny, choked up noises. He looks so overwhelmed, like he’s on the verge of passing out, and Hyeongjun can’t blame him. It’s a wonder that Jiseok’s little body is able to take them like this.

Once he has finally plunged all the way inside, Hyeongjun tips over the edge. He collapses on top of Jiseok as his orgasm shakes through him, so much more devastating than the one before. Jiseok is so, so tight around him, squeezing him like nothing he has felt before, and he has to wonder if Jooyeon being stuffed in his ass has something to do with it, if his length is compressing Jiseok’s pussy further. He’s small, he only has so much room in him, and the two of them are taking up all of it.

Even though he already came in Jiseok’s mouth earlier, he still has plenty of cum to spill inside of him, constantly pulsing like it’s never going to end. If he keeps this kind of stamina throughout his whole rut, it’ll probably take less rounds than anticipated to fulfill Jooyeon’s plan.

Jooyeon splays his hand over Jiseok’s stomach, pressing down and making all three of them groan at once.

“Fuck, I think I’ll throw up if you do that again,” Jiseok pants.

Jooyeon snickers. “Morning sickness came early?”

Before Jiseok can answer, Jooyeon is snaking his hand down to rub circles over his clit. It makes Jiseok spasm and clench around the both of them wildly, his hands that were resting on Hyeongjun’s shoulders now digging nails into his skin. Hyeongjun kisses his neck, licks over his scent gland, and nibbles the sensitive skin there just to make Jiseok squirm more. He’s thrashing and moaning as Jooyeon works at his clit, then nearly shrieks when Jooyeon starts to fuck him again, albeit with restricted movements.

Hyeongjun, still tied within him, has no choice but to cling to Jiseok’s body and follow the way Jooyeon forcefully rocks him back and forth so he can shallowly fuck him. Even though he’s stuck, he figures he might as well help, so he holds onto Jiseok and fucks him on Jooyeon’s cock as best he can. Jiseok is near tears, his legs kicking wildly as he is used like this. Hyeongjun can feel Jiseok’s core tensing beneath him when Jooyeon’s hand speeds up, and from the way he’s arching into him, he has to be getting close.

As Hyeongjun is tugged along with the movement of Jiseok’s body, he realizes his knot is starting to go down when he slips out of Jiseok a little bit. With it comes a rush of cum, dribbling from around Hyeongjun’s cock and making a mess of both Jiseok and Jooyeon. He goes to pull out of Jiseok entirely but his knot still tugs at the ridge of muscle on his way out, making Jiseok yelp. He starts to apologize but loses all his words at the sight of his cum flowing out of Jiseok’s red, swollen pussy. The sight is absolutely obscene—white all but pours out of him, dripping down and making a sticky mess all over Jooyeon’s cock.

Skinny legs unable to hold himself up any longer, Hyeongjun plops down on his ass and brushes his sweaty bangs out of his eyes. Jooyeon peeks at him over Jiseok’s shoulder, having slowed his frantic movements.

“You tapping out?”

Exhausted, he says, “He’s all yours.”

That’s all Jooyeon needs to hear for him to plant a hand between Jiseok’s shoulders and push him upright, then forward, then forward even further until his face is smashed against the mattress, ass up in the air. It all happens so quickly Hyeongjun worries that Jiseok might get whiplash.

Jooyeon doesn’t seem to care, though, he’s too busy hastily tugging the condom off and throwing it on the floor (something Hyeongjun will nag him for later). Holding Jiseok’s head down, he pushes his cock into his pussy this time, causing Hyeongjun’s cum to get squeezed out around him. Hyeongjun watches, entranced, as Jooyeon fucks Jiseok. He’s rough, he’s mean, he’s shoving Jiseok’s face into the mattress like he’s trying to smother him, and it makes all too much sense that these two would fuck like this. Jiseok’s grunts are muffled in the sheets, but Jooyeon’s moans and filthy words are loud and clear.

“My turn now, Jiseokie. Hold still, ‘cause I’ve gotta make sure it catches, okay?”

Jiseok babbles nonsense into the mattress, fingers clawing at the sheets. It doesn’t take long for Jooyeon to sink his knot into him, and with that, Jiseok falls apart as well, spasming and moaning like a pornstar. Hyeongjun really hopes no one else is home.

Jooyeon flattens himself to Jiseok’s back and they roll over onto their sides while breathing heavily. Jooyeon’s hands are tucked around Jiseok’s waist, his nose buried into the crook of his neck, and Jiseok purrs happily in his hold. Hyeongjun just stares at the perfect picture they make, curled into each other, comfortable and content. An ugly feeling starts to creep up inside him.

It’s rather obvious how much better Jooyeon and Jiseok know each other’s body than Hyeongjun does. Maybe this is just him crashing after such an intense orgasm, but the fact that this is the first time he has spent his rut with anyone and now he’s witnessing his packmates cuddling up without him makes his stomach twist.

Jooyeon picks up on the souring of his scent. Opening his eyes, he spots Hyeongjun at the other end of the bed, probably looking as pathetic as he feels.

“Yah, come here,” he barks, arm reaching out for Hyeongjun.

Hesitant, he crawls over to the two of them, and as soon as he is within reach Jooyeon is grabbing his wrist and yanking him close. Jiseok’s arms wrap around him and tug him in, pressing Hyeongjun flush against his front, warm and smelling so sweet and sated. He’s still tense, rapid thoughts swirling in his head. Jiseok noses his way to Hyeongjun’s neck and scents him. Doused in the pheromones of a pleased Omega, Hyeongjun’s muscles start to relax a bit.

“Sorry for constantly getting in my head over this.”

Jiseok laughs, his breath tickling Hyeongjun. “Stop being sorry. This is why we’re doing this, so you’ll stop worrying so much.”

Hyeongjun has spent most of his life worrying about his subgender, so he knows this insecurity isn’t something that will be solved with a few rustles under the covers. He still has a long way to go, he knows that, and he thinks they all know that, but it does speak to him that they care enough to put this kind effort into getting to know this side of him. It’s definitely a little different than the results he might get from a therapy session, but he’ll give credit where credit is due. His packmates want him, his awkwardness, introverted nature, overthinking, and all.

“I appreciate you guys, but I think it would take a lobotomy to get me to stop worrying,” Hyeongjun sighs. Jiseok giggles, and Jooyeon starts to cackle, too, and things don’t feel so wrong anymore.

“You know, this is kind of refreshing. I’m used to Jooyeon’s rut behavior, and he acts like he actually has had a lobotomy. I’ve never seen a more braindead Alpha.”

“Hey!” Jooyeon shouts, smacking Jiseok’s arm. “You can’t fault me for acting like that, it’s just part of a rut!”

“Hyeongjun still has a working brain when he’s in rut. Gunil, too. You do not. I think this is a you problem.”

They’re bickering again, as they always do. And funnily enough, Hyeongjun doesn’t feel left out, he’s just content to watch, as he always does.

-

It usually takes up to three days for Hyeongjun’s rut to break on his own, but with Jooyeon and Jiseok’s help, he’s back to normal after a day and a half.

Jiseok, however, is far from normal. He sneaks out of bed in the early morning, leaving Hyeongjun and Jooyeon curled up together under the covers. His legs nearly give out on him as soon as he stands, but after steadying himself on the bed frame, he musters the strength to limp out of the room, shuffling his way down the hall. He feels nasty, covered in sweat and slick and cum, so much cum, feeling in desperate need of a bath.

He’s so glad that he had the mind to tug on Hyeongjun’s sweatpants before exiting the room, because when he turns the corner to enter the bathroom, he catches Jungsu with a toothbrush in his mouth, squinting at him in the harsh fluorescent light.

He is quick to spit out his toothpaste, rinsing his mouth hastily so he can take a good look at Jiseok.

“Holy shit, looks like they mauled you.”

Jiseok looks at himself in the mirror. His undereyes are dark, his hair is a total mess, and his neck and chest are covered in bites and black lipstick. He looks thoroughly ravished.

“It feels like it, too,” Jiseok says, turning the bathtub faucet on so the water will start to warm up. He sits on the edge of the tub with a hand under the running water to test the temperature. Jungsu keeps staring at him, taking it all in. Jiseok can tell he’s curious.

Finally, Jungsu breaks the silence.

“So… how was it?”

Turning to Jungsu, a crazed grin spread across his face. “You’re not going to believe it. Get this—both of them, at the same time.”

“At the same time?!”