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The sky has long since gone dark, but Hyunjin lies awake, eyes adjusted to the lack of light as he listens to the sounds of the house just beyond his bedroom door. It’s not often that Chan leaves Jisung alone here, and normally Hyunjin doesn’t mind, but something about tonight… It’s too hot, the sound of his breaths across the hall are too loud, the intensity of his sweet, milk-and-honey omega scent slithering under the gap between Hyunjin’s door and the floorboards… 

It makes Hyunjin’s skin itch. His teeth ache from the tight clench of his jaw, and his eyes sting from tiredness. His mind is frazzled, angry at the evasion of sleep, uncomfortable with the way sweat slicks the back of his neck against his pillow. The chilled breeze from the open window doesn’t soothe him at all. 

He wishes Chan were here. The alpha’s presence is usually so relaxing, with his warm, rich scent powerful enough that even Hyunjin’s unpresented nose could bask in it. But his scent hardly lingers now, as he’d left hours before to head to his studio, leaving his sleeping boyfriend behind alone in the home he shares with his roommate. 

Jisung’s scent is strong enough that it chases Chan’s away, the thick cloying nature of it always wafting through the halls. Only Chan’s den would hold his scent by now, the bedding and his closet both so full of his pheromones that Jisung’s scent has no choice but to move around them, to twine together in a perfect medley that Hyunjin usually loves. 

Not tonight. Tonight, Jisung’s scent makes his head hurt. The lingering bits of Chan’s scent make him irrationally irritated. His body moves of its own accord when he gets up, leaving his room with a scowl. Hyunjin pulls at the front of his tank top, using the fabric to fan his face as he tosses his head to move his long hair off his neck, sticky with sweat. 

The living room smells of Jisung still, with the thick, gooey scent of honey saturated in their couch cushions, as if he’d slicked right into the fabric to let it live there. There’s another scent underneath, and Hyunjin’s nose twitches as he tries to identify it. It’s an alien scent, but it doesn’t seem out of place. It grows stronger as the seconds pass, as he lays himself on the couch, burying his face in a throw pillow and tearing the blanket off the back of the couch to pull up to his neck. 

There’s a fog inside of Hyunjin’s head now, and he runs deeper into it, craving the obscurity of it in the hopes that it will let him sleep, even if that means sleeping on the couch instead of in his own bed. But the fog is chased away in a rush of clear air — Jisung’s voice, from the hallway. 

“Hyunjin?” he calls, his voice deep and scratchy from sleep. “Are you okay?”

Hyunjin turns his head, eyes sharp even in the dim lighting of the room. There’s a small night light behind Jisung in the hallway, but the light in the living room comes from the streetlamp outside, filtered through their sheer curtains. It’s just enough to caress Jisung in its soft glow, highlighting the smooth planes of his mostly bare legs, the hem of Chan’s hoodie just kissing the upper part of his thigh.

“I’m fine,” Hyunjin says tersely. “Go back to sleep, Jisung.”

But Jisung’s nose is scrunched, and his brow is furrowed, as he stands with his arms curled around his midsection. His scent is soured with worry, and Hyunjin can taste it on the back of his tongue. Don’t upset the omega. The feeling is so strong and so sudden that Hyunjin sits up straight, trying to school his features. “Everything is fine,” he assures him, trying to soften the edges of his voice this time to placate Jisung.

The omega is unconvinced, a frown twisting into the corner of his mouth. “Hyunjin…” His voice is quiet now, like he’s treading carefully, and the thought makes Hyunjin seethe with confusing anger. “I think you’re presenting.”

Hyunjin’s sweat feels suddenly cold at the back of his neck, his body aches from the tension in his spine, his teeth hurt even more fiercely than before, and his eyes are still stinging, but this time, with the urge to cry. It’s too sudden, too jarring, and he feels too out of sorts, too unexpected. Hyunjin had long since stopped worrying about when his presentation would come, knowing deep down he’d present as a beta, likely when he finally found the right mate and everything fell perfectly together. It isn’t supposed to be like this — hot and frantic and troublesome, with Jisung gazing at him with pity in his eyes. 

“Do you want me to call, hyung? He’ll come back right away, and—”

“No,” Hyunjin says, too quickly, and it comes out in a growl that he’s never heard before. Jisung’s eyes go wide, but to his credit, he doesn’t flinch. 

“Okay… You should go back and lay down, though… and I’ll—” Jisung pauses, like he’s unsure what to do. Hyunjin feels bad for him, in a way. He can’t drive, the trains are done running for the night, and Hyunjin just growled at the prospect of Chan coming home. “I’ll get you some water, and you can be in your den—”

“Den? What are you talking about?” Hyunjin interrupts again, panic fluttering in his chest. Dens are an alpha thing. Hyunjin can’t be an alpha; he doesn’t have the discipline, the self-control, the steadfast nature, the commitment to being good that Chan does. He’s selfish and indulgent, and he lives in the present; he romanticizes the unfiltered pleasure of life, and he shouldn’t be allowed the advantages of being an alpha. 

He shouldn’t be alone in a room with his best friend’s omega. 

“Jisung…” he says, and this time it comes out as a stranger. Some terrible, foreign growl emanating somewhere deep in his chest, in a part of him that had just yesterday been reserved for the warmth of things like aspiration, joy, hope, and love. Now those things are smothered, covered by the low, rumbling threat in his chest. 

Hyunjin can see the way Jisung shivers, like his eyes are more finely attuned to it now, to watch each tiny movement of his throat as he swallows harshly, tendons flexing, scent glands likely swelling under his skin as they try to pump out soothing pheromones for an alpha in distress.

It doesn’t help. In fact, Hyunjin thinks it might make it worse. His body can’t tell the difference the way his brain can. Logically, he knows Jisung isn’t trying to entice him, knows that he’s trying to help him stay calm, but he can’t fight the feeling in his gut. That base, horrible, wolfish instinct — it’s telling him to pounce, to chase, to pin, to mount, to fuck, to take, take, take. 

“Jisung, go into hyung’s room, and lock the door,” Hyunjin says. “Don’t open it no matter what, okay?”

Jisung’s face falls right away, and he hurries to take a step forward. He halts only when Hyunjin’s lip curls back and he snarls. “No, Hyunjin— I— hyung wouldn’t want you to be left alone like this,” he says. 

Hyung, he says. Because it’s about Chan. It’s always about Chan. It should be about Chan. Jisung is Chan’s boyfriend, his omega, his mate. 

No, some sick, twisted part of Hyunjin’s brain says. Not mate. 

Jisung’s neck is bare and pristine, not a mating mark in sight. 

Hyunjin is standing before his brain can process it. The distance between him and Jisung is too small, and growing smaller still with Hyunjin’s large strides, even as Jisung trips over his own feet to scurry backward down the hall. “Hyunjin, wait—” he says, and there’s panic in his voice now. Hyunjin feels as though he can hear Jisung’s pulse thudding in his own ears, jackrabbiting as he moves toward Chan’s open door. 

Hyunjin catches him before that, pressing him roughly against the wall and caging him in between his palms flat against the wall. Jisung’s body is warm, his chest pushes against Hyunjin’s own as he draws quick breaths, and his eyes are wide as saucers as he looks the small distance up into Hyunjin’s own eyes, which still sting from fatigue and confusion. 

“Hyunjin…” Jisung whispers. 

Hyunjin opens his mouth to respond, but only a growl comes out. Words evade him fully now, and he feels despair wallow in his heart. He doesn’t want to frighten Jisung. That’s not what he wants. He doesn’t know what he wants. He just wants.

”Jinnie… Just— let me call hyung, okay?” Hyunjin shakes his head quickly, huffing loudly through his snarling. Sweat pools in the dip of his collarbone, and drool gathers underneath his tongue. “He’ll know what to do, though. He’ll help. He’ll— hyung will make it better, yeah? It won’t hurt anymore.”

Jisung’s voice is so soft, so careful. He sounds like the perfect omega — gentle and kind and caring. It’s so different from how Hyunjin normally sees him — loud and goofy and needy. 

Hyunjin presses closer, his nose bumping against Jisung’s jaw. Jisung must have no survival instincts at all, or an inner omega that’s far easier, far less loyal than Hyunjin would have thought, because his head tilts to the side, baring his throat to Hyunjin willingly. “Just— scenting, okay?” Jisung says. “You can scent me, and it’ll help. Don’t bite, though.”

Hyunjin hums, already not listening as he buries his face in Jisung’s neck. His scent is so strong — so sweet and creamy, more so than usual. Hyunjin typically thinks of Jisung’s scent as something light, pleasant. But right now, it’s thick and sticky, melting out of his pores and swirling like honey being cut with sweet cream.

Hyunjin pulls it into his lungs, greedily, voraciously, his mouth dropping open so he can take his next breath through it, taste Jisung on the back of his tongue. His own scent is too loud — the thick, inky smell of worn book pages suffocating him. He’s a bit startled by it, by the recognition of his own scent, the thing he’d smelled earlier his own smothering pheromones — alpha pheromones, his brain supplies. 

He pushes closer, not processing that he and Jisung are flush together from neck to hip. Hyunjin’s hands slip against the wall because of his sweaty palms, and Jisung is trying to breathe steadily between him and the wall. Now that Hyunjin is here, this close to him, with his nose pressed against Jisung’s scent gland, he can tell that it is swollen, throbbing under Hyunjin’s nose from the effort of pumping out pheromones.

They’re supposed to calm him, to placate the alpha in his chest that’s frantic and distressed, but it’s not helping. Even in his delirium, Hyunjin can tell it’s having the opposite effect. He exhales against Jisung’s throat, breath fanning over his skin, and Jisung shivers against him, hands coming up to rest against Hyunjin’s chest. He growls automatically, but Jisung doesn’t move, leaves his hands there and only pushes against him when Hyunjin’s mouth lays itself against Jisung’s scent gland.

“Hyunjin… No. Wait, I said— I said only scenting, remember?” Jisung says, but his voice is so light and breathy, that perfect pitchy omega tone that stirs the heat in Hyunjin’s gut.

“I am,” Hyunjin says, lips brushing against Jisung’s skin. He can’t help it, really, when his jaw drops open and his tongue laves over Jisung’s scent gland. His scent explodes on Hyunjin’s tastebuds, like sweet, little fireworks popping across his tongue before melting and sliding down the back of his throat, soothing the burn there. It makes the ache in his gums worse, though, having Jisung’s skin in his mouth and not being allowed to bite down. He has to turn his head away with his next growl, teeth clacking together loudly in the open air. 

“Okay— Good, that’s good,” Jisung says, breathy now, but Hyunjin latches onto his praise, shivering with the desire to make sure his omega is pleased with him. 

“Not mine,” he reminds himself, grumbling the words under his breath, feeling dizzy from the heat and the haze of Jisung’s scent. 

Jisung’s hands slide down from his chest, and then his arms wrap carefully around Hyunjin’s waist. “No,” he says, and he sounds different now, like he feels bad, maybe, but Hyunjin is having a hard time deciphering it. “Not yours like that, but that’s okay. I can— I’m still going to help you, yeah?” Hyunjin hums, the alpha in his chest pleased by the omega’s promise, and tucks his face back into Jisung’s neck. “Do you want to go to your room?” Before Hyunjin can growl or whine miserably, Jisung hurries to add on, “I’ll come with you.”

But Hyunjin still shakes his head. He doesn’t want to move. His room was too hot, too stifling with the scent of himself. He wants to stand right here and crawl into Jisung’s skin, to flay him open and worm his way between sinew and tendon, make a home right in the warm clutch of his veins. 

“Okay,” Jisung says again, petting his hands against Hyunjin’s lower back, thumbs stroking soothingly. “That’s okay. What about the couch? And you can lay down, and I’ll bring you some water, yeah?” 

Hyunjin’s gums twinge sharply, pain shooting through them as the roots of his canines throb with a steady ache. He hardly hears Jisung’s words, too focused on the pain and the mixture of their scents. But then Jisung shifts, wriggling against him, and Hyunjin becomes painfully aware of how hard he is. It becomes the forefront of his focus in less than a second, and his hips snap forward of their own accord, pinning Jisung in place. 

“Oh,” Jisung gasps, breath stuttery as Hyunjin groans against his neck and sucks his scent gland into his mouth. “Wait, Hyunjin, just wait—” 

Hyunjin doesn’t want to wait. Can’t wait, maybe. It feels like the world may stop spinning and the sun may fizzle out into darkness if he has to wait even a moment longer, and his arms flex with the strain as he reaches for Jisung’s hips, but then Jisung is speaking again, and this time it’s louder, bolder: “Alpha, please.”

It makes Hyunjin pull back, like his body is moving on its own, catering to the omega’s desires now that he’s pleaded so prettily. Jisung looks at him so sincerely, with an open expression and trust in his eyes. 

Hyunjin feels sick. 

“You trust me, right?” Jisung asks, and Hyunjin nods mindlessly. “Okay… let’s go in hyung’s room, then.”

The hairs on the back of Hyunjin’s neck stand up as uncertainty grips him, but Jisung is moving now, and Hyunjin has to let him go, has to watch as Jisung reaches blindly for the doorknob beside him. Jisung wraps his fingers around Hyunjin’s wrist and tugs him gently as he slips through the door. He never turns, keeping his focus on Hyunjin as he backs up, legs crossing over each other. 

The scent of Chan is strong, almost too strong. The rich depth of it sinks right into Hyunjin’s newly sensitive nose, and his lip curls automatically. It smells good, though, and it makes Hyunjin’s forehead wrinkle with confusion. It feels both threatening and thrilling to be in here. He’s in another alpha’s den, his hyung’s den, with his omega, and the feeling of dominance buzzing through him makes Hyunjin itch. 

“I’m going to help you feel better,” Jisung says, drawing Hyunjin’s focus back to him and his honey-sweet scent, “but you have to do something for me first, yeah?”

Hyunjin nods automatically again. Anything. He’ll do anything if it means Jisung will help him, if he’ll turn over and present himself, if he’ll let him mount him and fuck his first knot into his wet hole. 

“Wait right here,” Jisung says, and then he’s letting go of Hyunjin’s hand and rounding the corner of Chan’s bed. Hyunjin forces himself to stand stock still, ignores the throbbing of his cock in favor of watching Jisung as he bends at the waist to open the nightstand drawer. Hyunjin’s eyes lock in on his ass, mind trying to conjure the image of him bare, slick running down his thighs and back arched prettily. 

Jisung returns quickly, and Hyunjin doesn’t notice the object in his hands until he speaks again, shaking Hyunjin from his foggy thoughts. “You have to wear this, okay? You have to do it for me, alpha,” he says, and his voice is shaking now, like he’s worried. 

In his hands sits a muzzle. 

Apprehension skitters down Hyunjin’s spine. There’s something inside him, some foreign feeling that bounces between his chest and his stomach, and it’s screaming at him to say no, to snatch the muzzle from Jisung’s hands and throw it to the side, to force him to the floor and mount him there.

But Hyunjin zeros in on Jisung’s voice, the trembly little way he says for me, alpha, and an even bigger part of him burns with the desire to be a good alpha, to provide, and to have some basic human decency.

Hyunjin carefully takes the muzzle from Jisung’s hands, turns it over in his fingers. It’s soft at all the right points, the places that will cradle his face, but firm in all the others, with the metal bars seeming so jarring. Hyunjin wonders if Chan has worn it, and if he has, then why, how often, does he like it, does he fight it? His mind runs rampant with the thoughts, picturing the muzzle on Chan’s face. It would look good on him, Hyunjin thinks, in the way that most things do, with an innate handsomeness and inherent sexiness. 

Hyunjin moves as slowly as he can make himself do in the hazy frenzy in his head. He sits himself carefully on the edge of Chan’s bed, and then holds the muzzle out to Jisung again. Jisung doesn’t say anything as he takes the muzzle back and raises it up. Hyunjin tilts his chin up for him, so Jisung can set it over his face. A growl rumbles in his chest of its own accord, but Jisung doesn’t flinch. Instead, he smiles and touches Hyunjin so softly as he pushes his hair back so it doesn’t get caught. “It’s okay, alpha, it’s okay,” he says quietly, his pheromones sweet and his tone light, and Hyunjin forces his eyes shut as Jisung moves behind him, getting onto his knees on the bed so he can work his way around and affix the buckles at the back of Hyunjin’s head. “Such a good alpha,” he says, “So sweet to me.”

When the last buckle is locked into place, Hyunjin’s teeth click again as his jaw opens and snaps shut. He feels like a dog, with the urge to shake his head and tear the offending object off his face burning hot in his chest. But Jisung’s hands are so delicate when they touch him, brushing his hair off his neck to cool him down, keeping the strands from catching in the straps of the muzzle, and despite how much he hates the mechanism trapping his face, he feels cared for, safe.

“You’re gonna let me help you now, right alpha?” Jisung says, leaning just over Hyunjin’s shoulder so he can hear him, his sweet voice right next to his ear.

Hyunjin’s body is tense, shoulders shaking in an effort to keep still and let Jisung move as he pleases as he gets to the edge of the bed to stand up again. He loses his balance for a brief moment, sticking his arms out to catch his balance, and Hyunjin latches onto one wrist to keep him steady. For the briefest moment, amusement bubbles under the boiling surface of all the other emotions inside him. Jisung has always been clumsy, wobbly on his feet, and it never fails to make Hyunjin laugh.

“Is this okay?” Jisung asks, as he steps between Hyunjin’s knees and begins to lower himself to the floor.

Hyunjin can’t find any words, just another rumbling growl, but it seems to satisfy Jisung, as he finishes his descent to his knees with a soft smirk on his lips. Hyunjin's fingers dig into the edge of Chan’s bed, balling up the duvet into his fists as Jisung reaches for the hem of his shorts. With minimal movement from Hyunjin, Jisung manages to get his shorts down enough to free his cock.

Hyunjin hisses at the contact, feeling like he might tear the duvet in his hands as Jisung carefully circles his hand around his shaft. It’s so heavy and hot, the tip an angry red and dripping more than it ever has before, and Hyunjin can’t fight the urge to lift his hips into Jisung’s touch. “Easy…” Jisung mutters, his free hand at Hyunjin’s hip, but not pushing, just guiding, trying to get him to relax as he strokes him from base to tip.

When his hand slides back down, it’s wetter than before, and Hyunjin groans, drool pooling under his tongue as he stares down at Jisung, who is so focused, watching his own hand as he starts to stroke Hyunjin slowly but steadily, with the perfect amount of pressure as he holds him. It’s hard to sit still, hard to keep himself from pushing the tip of his cock against Jisung’s shiny, pouty lips when they’re so close. 

Jisung keeps talking as he strokes Hyunjin steadily, but Hyunjin’s head is so full of fog and static that he can’t hear any of it, can barely see past the dripping of his own tip and the curl of Jisung’s fingers around his shaft. Hyunjin ruts forward, arms straining as they carry his weight as he tries to fuck into Jisung’s hand. 

Jisung tilts his head away as the tip gets too close to his mouth, and just the thought of him moving away, even an inch, has Hyunjin’s skin crawling as another growl erupts from his chest. “Mouth,” he says, teeth aching behind his lips, drool dripping over his lip when he speaks. When Jisung shakes his head, Hyunjin’s stomach drops, distaste stinging at the back of his tongue. 

He doesn’t want his omega to deny him. He just wants him to open his mouth and cradle his cock with his tongue. 

“Like this,” Jisung says, and then he slides his cheek along Hyunjin’s shaft, trapping it there with his palm. 

Even though it’s miles away from what he wanted, Hyunjin isn’t going to take the gift for granted, and he rushes to press forward, reaching with one hand to cup the back of Jisung’s head. He doesn’t tug his hair, doesn’t want to hurt him, but he’s desperate as he ruts his cock against Jisung’s face. His balls feel so heavy, heavier than ever before, and his whole body feels like it’s on fire as he hunches over Jisung’s head. 

Jisung rocks with Hyunjin’s movements, cheek soft as Hyunjin rubs against him, balls pushing up against his jaw and chin. “Mouth, please,” Hyunjin whines again, feeling the base of his cock throb intensely as he gets closer to his release. “Please, omega.” He feels pathetic, begging Jisung like this, but he can’t think enough to know what else to do, can’t form any other words. 

“Okay,” Jisung says, and then he opens his mouth as he turns his head. The first touch of his tongue is almost a relief, Hyunjin’s skin still so much hotter than even the heat of Jisung’s mouth. Hyunjin sighs, pinching his eyes shut as he slides himself against Jisung’s parted lips before he wraps them around the tip and sucks gently. 

When Hyunjin comes, he sees stars, exploding behind his shut eyes as pleasure slams out into his limbs, but then the base of his cock throbs, and there’s sudden and fierce pain in his core. The sound that comes out of him next can only be described as a howl, and Hyunjin opens his eyes in a panic, just in time to see Jisung wrap both hands around the base of his cock.

Not the base. His knot. Hyunjin’s knot is straining against the tight grip Jisung has around him. Jisung lets him come across his tongue for just a moment before he pulls back. “It’s okay,” he says right away as he pulls in a gasping breath. 

“Hurts,” Hyunjin grits, reaching to wrap his hands around the back of Jisung’s. 

“I know,” Jisung says, and then cum is splashing against his lips, his cheek. “I know, I’m trying.” And he is. There’s a tremble in his arms as he tries to keep his hold on Hyunjin. “You can come on me, okay, alpha? Make me smell like you.”

That helps. It’s something for Hyunjin’s brain to latch onto instead of the pain of his knot, which he desperately wishes was buried in Jisung’s wet hole instead. Jisung tilts his head back, and Hyunjin takes advantage of every inch of skin that’s bared to him, guiding himself to come across his face and neck. It seems unending, the way his orgasm keeps rolling through him, more and more cum spurting from his messy tip, enough that it drips down to the collar of Chan’s hoodie on Jisung’s frame. 

Hyunjin’s knot deflates quicker than he’s ever experienced with an alpha, but Jisung is a right mess by the time it does. Hyunjin has to hold his breath when Jisung pulls back, bite his tongue to keep from lurching forward or growling or trying to hold his face in place up against his cock and balls. 

Jisung moves slowly, carefully, as he stands and tugs his hoodie off to spare it from some of the mess. Once his skin is bare, Hyunjin can’t help but greedily take in his appearance, eyes zeroing in on the way his own cum drips down Jisung’s neck to his collarbone, running right past to his chest. 

In an instant, Hyunjin is snatching Jisung by the waist and pushing him back into Chan’s bed. It doesn’t smell like Chan anymore, not to Hyunjin’s frazzled brain, not with his own pheromones and cum stinking up the room, smothering even the smell of Jisung. 

Jisung goes easily when Hyunjin pushes him back and crawls above him, wedged between his legs to hover over him. Jisung blinks up at him, his dark eyes shining in the light of Chan’s purple LEDs. He’s messy, filth dripping off his chin, but Hyunjin wants to taste it, wants to tear the muzzle from his face to get at Jisung’s skin with his tongue. But he can’t. Instead, he settles for burying his face in Jisung’s neck, the metal bars of the muzzle dragging through his cum as he nuzzles into Jisung’s throat. Thoughtlessly, Hyunjin’s hand raises to push his cum into Jisung’s scent gland. 

A purr buzzes to life in Jisung’s chest, and he tilts his head to the side, letting Hyunjin press even closer, banging the muzzle up against him. He’ll likely bruise from the pressure, but Hyunjin can’t think about that, can only focus on the contented sounds coming from Jisung as he lets Hyunjin scent mark him. 

It stirs arousal in the pit of Hyunjin’s stomach, his cock already stiffening again after his first knot was so quick. He mindlessly humps against Jisung’s body, but his own clothes frustrate him into growling as he pulls back to tear his shirt off over his head and shove his shorts down and away. There’s almost no relief from the heat still, since it’s boiling under his skin, making his neck and face slick with sweat.

Jisung is hard against him, and it makes a pleased growl rumble in Hyunjin’s chest, as he ruts his cock up against Jisung’s uncaring that the omega’s shorts bunch and get in the way. They’re thin enough that Hyunjin can still feel the shape of him.

It’s not enough, though. Even with Jisung’s throat bared submissively and his legs spread wide, Hyunjin still wants — needs — more. He licks his fangs, trying to swallow the drool under his thick tongue, and grunts, “Mount.”

Jisung shakes his head right away. “No, sweetie, we can’t do that— just like this—”

Hyunjin’s brain doesn’t hear anything past that no, and it’s frantic, trying to think of how he can convince his omega to take care of him. He said no before, when Hyunjin had asked for his mouth, but then—

“Please, mount,” Hyunjin says, muzzle pressed right into the hollow behind Jisung’s ear, so he can hear him clearly when he asks so nicely. “Omega, please.”

There’s a long, horrible pause that Hyunjin almost tramples through in his desperation. He nearly opens his mouth again, but he’s not sure anymore words would come out right now. Instead, it’d be nothing but a long, pathetic whine.

Thankfully, Jisung spares him as he nods, lifting up onto his elbows. “Okay,” he whispers. “But just like this, okay? With my shorts on,” he says.

Hyunjin doesn’t hear him. He’s too focused on moving to accommodate Jisung as he turns over on the bed beneath him. He doesn’t move far, still caging Jisung in, but he sits up enough for him to roll over, and then sits up onto his knees as Jisung hauls his own underneath himself so he can arch his back and stick his ass in the air to present for him.

Hyunjin’s hands reach for the hem of Jisung’s shorts automatically, and Jisung hurries to hold them up when Hyunjin tugs at them. “No, baby, just like this,” he says, breathy and muffled from the way his face is squished against the sheets at the top of Chan’s bed.

But Hyunjin can’t stop staring at Jisung’s gray, cotton shorts. Specifically, he can’t tear his eyes from the dark wet spot at the seam.

Hyunjin clenches his teeth, jaw aching as he tries to come up with the words to explain how he’s feeling. He wants to please his omega, wants to do as he says, but he wants to see him, wants to smell his slick without the fabric inhibiting him.

“W’na see,” he slurs, “‘nd smell, slick—” He has to cut himself off, half to swallow the drool flooding his mouth and half because he can’t think of any more words to make a full sentence.

The pause feels like an eternity, and Hyunjin feels like a hundred of his own heart beats pound in his ears before Jisung sighs, thumb tucking under his own waist band to push his shorts down. As soon as the curve of his ass is bared, Hyunjin snatches them down the rest of the way, until they’re stretched wide around Jisung’s spread knees.

The muzzle hits Jisung’s body hard enough to make him jolt and grunt. There’s a high, pained whine right after that Hyunjin processes from somewhere outside of himself, and belatedly realizes is coming from him as he tries to bury his face in Jisung’s dripping hole. His slick is running down over his taint and balls, even slowly slipping down his shaft, and Hyunjin’s jaw aches instantly as he desperately tries to reach just a drop with his tongue. It’s an effort in futility, so he uses his fingers instead, the tips brushing up over Jisung’s taint to reach his hole and dip inside.

“Ah!” Jisung gasps softly, hips hitching away, but Hyunjin whines again and Jisung sinks back into place. “Just— Careful, okay? Go slow, alpha.”

Hyunjin’s brain hums, latching onto the direction. It’s not no, just slow. He can do that. Hyunjin pulls his hand away, sliding his fingers between the bars of the muzzle to touch his tongue.

The sweet taste of honey mixed with the musky tang of pure Jisung explodes in his mouth, and he moans loudly, cock twitching and demanding attention. Hyunjin reaches down with his free hand to squeeze at the base of his cock, eyes pinching shut as he thinks about popping another knot, but this time with Jisung’s slick dripping around the base of him.

“Go on, alpha,” Jisung says, hands restless where they lay — one beside his head, clenching and unclenching in the fabric of Chan’s sheets, and the other between his spread knees. “You can mount—” Hyunjin moves immediately, shifting up on his knees to guide his cock between Jisung’s cheeks. “But don’t put it in, just between—” Hyunjin huffs loudly, but listens. He pushes at Jisung’s hip, making him lower so he can get a better angle to slide between his cheeks and trap himself in place with his thumb over his shaft. “Just like that,” Jisung gasps, voice airy and soft.

Hyunjin bears down over Jisung, using both hands to hold him, squeezing him tighter, tugging him into each movement as he fucks his hips forward. It’s so wet, Jisung is so wet, his slick making it too easy to slide between and drag the length of his shaft right over his hole.

Hyunjin tries. He tries so hard to be good. He doesn’t mean to pause each time his tip is against Jisung’s hole. He doesn’t mean to tug his cheeks to the side so he can see the way it twitches, begging to be filled. He doesn’t mean to press his thumb inside and then nudge his cock up against him until Jisung is mumbling, “No, Hyunjin, you can’t.”

His teeth hurt. His fangs sit uncomfortably in his mouth, bigger than before, gums sore from the growth, and Hyunjin’s head hurts from his furrowed brow and all his thoughts that he can’t sort through. “Please,” he says, and it’s in the shape of another unrecognizable growl, the one that sounds only a tiny sliver like a demand and mostly like a plea. “Jus’ a little.”

Hyunjin watches Jisung’s hole twitch again, spitting out a glob of shiny slick, and then he drags his eyes up to Jisung’s face, where his eyes are pinched shut and his brow is tilted cutely. “I want it,” he says, in nothing more than a whisper, “I do, but— hyung—”

For the first time in a long time, Hyunjin thinks about Chan. Hyunjin thinks about how they’re in Chan’s den. He think about how he’s fucking his best friend’s omega. Hyunjin thinks about how he always knew he should never be an alpha because he doesn’t deserve it because he’s bad.

And on his next movement, he pushes inside.

It’s like heaven, like Jisung’s hole was made to hold him, like he was carved perfectly in the shape of Hyunjin’s cock, hot and wet and cradling him just right. Hyunjin leans over Jisung’s back, and fucks into him again. On his next growl, his drool spills out of his mouth and right through the bars of the muzzle, dripping onto Jisung’s neck. Hyunjin buries his face there roughly, likely bruising Jisung’s skin with the force of the metal digging into his neck and shoulder. Hyunjin’s teeth click as he tries to bite him, completely crazed with the desire to sink into his flesh and taste blood.

Hyunjin doesn’t realize he’s crying until Jisung starts to talk over the sound of Hyunjin whining and gasping. “It’s okay,” he says, over and over, “It’s okay, alpha, you’re okay.”

But it’s not okay. Everything is wrong. He can’t get his teeth to Jisung’s skin, he’s burning from the inside out, sweat is dripping down his face, they’re both crying, and his hyung isn’t here to fix it.

Hyunjin does the only thing he can. He fucks Jisung hard and fast, chasing the need burning in the pit of his stomach, trying to drive it through his hips and into Jisung’s pliant body. Jisung scrabbles at the sheets, arms raising to clutch at Chan’s pillow and then beyond, bracing one hand against the headboard as Hyunjin fucks him up the bed.

The fabric beneath his fingers wheezes in pain as the strength of Hyunjin’s grip threatens to tear it. Wetness claps between them as Hyunjin fucks Jisung, hips to ass and balls to taint as his slick dribbles and pools. It smells intoxicating, a dizzying mix of Jisung’s cloying omega pheromones and Hyunjin’s oppressive alpha musk, with the base of chan smothered beneath the two of them but ever-present nonetheless. 

The base of his cock is throbbing again, with a sudden and intense necessity as his knot starts to form, and Hyunjin growls, drool gurgling in his mouth. “Knot,” he whines. “Omega, need knot.”

Jisung’s head shakes, which Hyunjin can hardly see but he feels the movement beside him. “No, you can’t,” Jisung says, and this time his voice warbles, one hand flying back to try and reach Hyunjin’s hip. “You really can’t—” But Hyunjin snatches Jisung’s hand, pins it back beside his head where it belongs. “Hyung will— I—” Jisung says hurriedly, choking on his words.

But Hyunjin can hardly hear him anymore, and his ears ring when he stuffs his knot inside Jisung’s clenching hole and starts to come. His chest rumbles with something that’s a cross between a growl, a purr, and a mangled whine. His fingers are so tight — one wrapped around Jisung’s wrist and the other still knotted in the sheets. 

Hyunjin can feel his own cum adding to the wetness of Jisung’s hole as he fills him up. His knot throbs, but this time it doesn’t hurt, held so perfectly in Jisung’s body. Hyunjin sags against him, careful not to crush him as pleasure oozes out of his pores and floods his veins. 

They breathe together like that, for what feels like forever as Hyunjin keeps coming, cock never softening, still twitching inside him. Jisung tries to move only once, but Hyunjin growls so strongly that he stills himself, sniffling softly as Hyunjin hunkers over him. 

The door opens with a soft click, and Hyunjin’s head snaps up to see Chan, gently illuminated by the purple lighting as he stands in the doorway. He steps into the room with a confidence that Hyunjin’s inner alpha finds so immediately threatening that he tightens his hold on Jisung and pulls his lips back to snarl at his hyung. 

Chan ignores him. 

He doesn’t flinch at all as he rounds the corner of the bed to crouch beside Jisung. Even when he reaches for his omega and Hyunjin lurches forward, teeth snapping harshly behind the muzzle, Chan doesn’t flinch. Instead, he snarls, the growl unlike anything Hyunjin has ever heard before. It’s thunderous, and it makes Hyunjin’s skin shiver and his eyes grow wide as he shifts back. 

“Back off,” Chan says, and his voice is so alien to Hyunjin’s ears. It makes him flinch back even more, until he’s sitting up on his knees between Jisung’s legs, hands resting lightly on Jisung’s hips only to keep himself from tugging his knot against the clench of his hole.

Chan turns back to Jisung, who is sniffling softly, and wipes his tears away with a gentle thumb. “Sorry, I’m sorry, alpha, I—” Jisung starts to babble, but Chan cuts him off, shushing him softly and even offering him a smile.

Hyunjin wants Chan to smile at him like that too, but he won’t. Not when Hyunjin has been so bad, so selfish. 

“Don’t be sorry, baby,” Chan whispers, tucking Jisung’s hair behind his ear and then thumbing over the lobe almost reverently. He’s the perfect alpha. Always has been, Hyunjin knows. And now he can feel it, as Jisung’s tense body relaxes immediately as Chan’s warm, rich scent envelopes them. 

Still crouched, Chan turns to Hyunjin. He braces for the anger — yelling, cursing, even the flash of Chan’s teeth again — but it doesn’t come. Instead, there’s that smile again, but this time, it’s for Hyunjin. A gift he doesn’t deserve. 

“Does it feel good?” Chan asks. Hyunjin nods, skeptical, still waiting to be scolded, but Chan continues on in his regular voice, the one that belongs to his calm, sure-footed hyung, and not the fierce alpha inside him. “Jisung took care of you, yeah? He’s a good omega, isn’t he?” 

Hyunjin’s chest rumbles, that strange purr again, and he manages to grit out just one word, “Perfect,” and it makes Chan smile so wide his eyes nearly vanish and his dimples punch right into his cheeks. 

Only then does Chan stand back up, and he settles himself on the bed beside them. “I’m sorry I used my alpha voice on you, Hyunjinnie. Hyung didn’t mean to, but you have to be careful with my omega, yeah?” His voice is so smooth, like warm syrup, dripping right into Hyunjin’s ears to smother him in the sound.  His pheromones are so calming, nothing like the inflammatory nature that Hyunjin had expected.

Chan reaches for Hyunjin then, kissing the back of his teeth with his tongue and then cooing at him. Hyunjin flinches, a snarl tearing past his teeth, but Chan is undeterred. He moves quick as lightning, hand clasping around the back of Hyunjin’s neck. He squeezes tight, and Hyunjin’s vision dances in a way it never has before. “Settle,” Chan says, voice rumbling again, and Hyunjin feels his eyelids flutter, breath shaking out of him on his next exhale. With his other hand, Chan pushes Hyunjin’s sweaty bangs back, fingers lingering at the straps of the muzzle. His tone softens when he speaks this time, a gentle coo like he’s unbothered by Hyunjin’s posturing. “Poor baby alpha… Is it uncomfortable? Hyung will take it off,” he says, shifting to get closer.

Hyunjin frowns, head feeling just a bit clearer than before. He doesn’t want to argue with his hyung, but he knows it’s a bad idea. Guilt eats at him, the way he’d taken Jisung right here in Chan’s den, how he had certainly needed the muzzle, and likely still does. “Can’t— you can’t… I— I need it,” Hyunjin mumbles.

”Oh, sweetheart…” Chan says. “Hyung is here now. Hyung will make sure everything is okay, yeah?” 

And somehow, Hyunjin believes him. 

So he turns his head to the side and lets Chan undo the buckles of the muzzle. It falls away, and Hyunjin is suddenly vividly aware of the wetness on his face, the drool drying and having chafed under the shifting press of the muzzle. 

“Silly alpha… Look at you. You bruised yourself,” Chan says, thumb so gentle at Hyunjin’s jaw, then the apple of his cheek. “Bruised my poor omega too, huh?” he adds, looking at Jisung and soothing his palm over his shoulders, dotted with bruises there and along his neck. 

“‘M sorry…” 

“Don’t be sorry… I’m sure he liked it,” Chan says, smile turning cheeky. 

“Shut up,” Jisung mumbles, sniffling away the last of his tears as he turns his face into the sheets. Hyunjin’s brows lift in shock at the way they speak so comfortably, as if the world isn’t ending right here in this room, as if Hyunjin’s life isn’t completely off kilter, as if his cock isn’t still buried knot-deep in Jisung’s ass. 

Chan sits there, quietly humming as he soothes his hands over each of their backs while Hyunjin keeps coming inside of his boyfriend, and Jisung groans at the feeling of being so full. It takes long, quiet, contemplative minutes for Hyunjin’s knot to finally go down and for his cock to slip out of Jisung’s hole. It stays open when it’s emptied, the pool of Hyunjin’s cum racing to leak out when Jisung’s rim twitches, trying to close after being forced open so wide. 

Hyunjin can’t tear his eyes away. Even when Chan speaks again, his brain is focused on the way Jisung’s body tries to clench, trying to keep Hyunjin’s cum inside. Without thought, Hyunijn’s hands reach out, fingers of one hand sinking into the gushy, wet mess of Jisung’s hole, and the other hand on one cheek, pushing to help him close up.

Jisung groans, but the flutter of his rim around four of Hyunjin’s fingers is weak. He pushes up onto his elbows and then his palms, and Hyunjin is whining as Jisung sits up onto his knees, a high keen that sounds pathetic to his own ears, his sad, sorry alpha distressed at the way his cum trickles out around his own fingers. 

“Shush, you needy thing,” Jisung chastises, laying one of his hands over Hyunjin’s own on his ass, but not to remove it, just to squeeze his fingers around Hyunjin’s knuckles. 

“Let him take care of you. For real this time, you brute,” Chan says, his voice much closer to Hyunjin’s ear now, and Chan is moving behind him, tugging at his tank top that still clings to him, soaked through with his own sweat. Once it’s discarded, Chan pulls at Hyunjin, spinning their position so Chan can lean back against the headboard and Hyunjin into his chest. The nerves at the back of Hyunjin’s neck tingle, but his hair is too dampened with sweat to rise up in apprehension. 

His hands tense, cramping as he tries to hold onto Jisung as Chan manhandles him, but Jisung moves with them, shuffling on his knees until he can straddle Hyunjin’s lap. It does force his fingers out, but his grumpy little growl is stifled the second Chan sets his teeth at the back of his neck. 

Hyunjin moves sharply, head turning with his new, aching fangs bared, but Chan’s reflexes are too quick, and he sinks his teeth in, breaking the skin as he scruffs Hyunjin into stillness. The frantic electricity in Hyunjin’s brain fizzles down into a muffled hum, like TV static that blends into the background. 

Chan’s growl is hardly that, and instead it’s nearly a purr, just another frequency of that static buzz that Hyunjin takes comfort in as it washes over his overworked brain. 

“There you go,” Jisung says, settling into Hyunjin’s lap. “Feels good, right? You don’t have to worry about anything… Silly alpha, I told you hyung would make it better.” 

Jisung is backlit by the soft glow of Chan’s LEDs, and he smells like a honey-scented wax-warmer, all slick and gooey and soft. Chan’s thick alpha scent is curling around Hyunjin’s neck now, despite the potency of Hyunjin’s blooming scent, and the mess of Jisung’s slick and pheromones. 

Chan’s teeth release from Hyunjin’s neck at the same time that Jisung takes Hyunjin’s cock in hand to line the tip up with his fucked out hole and sink down. 

Hyunjin groans, teeth clenched as his head rests back against Chan’s shoulder. He hadn’t even realized he was hard again, but now that he’s buried back inside of Jisung’s perfect body, it’s all he can think about. It’s not as tight as before, not as suffocatingly desperate, but it’s somehow better — wet with his own cum and carved out into the shape of his cock, hugging his shaft just right. 

Jisung is glowing now, his skin flush and dewy and a big smile on his face as he starts to rock his hips. He seems so assured, so confident now that Chan is here, now that he doesn’t have to fight Hyunjin at every turn, now that his alpha is here and smiling against the back of Hyunjin’s neck as they hold him in their shared embrace. 

Hyunjin feels like a puddle in the middle of the rainstorm — liquid and useless, but shaking with the continuous pitter-patter of droplets plummeting into him, the little pinpricks of feeling at every point of contact between him, Jisung, and Chan. 

Jisung bears his weight on his hands, sweaty palms pressed to Hyunjin’s thighs behind himself as he bounces up and down. He’s breathing hard, mouth open and eyes half-lidded, and Hyunjin longs to surge upward, push him back down, and mount him again. But Chan’s arms around his torso are thick and strong, tensing when he feels Hyunjin’s body twitch with the urge to sit up. 

“Stay still,” Chan murmurs, smearing blood as he presses his lips to the meatiest part of Hyunjin’s shoulder. The alpha inside of him seethes with anger, burning with a desire to throw Chan off his shoulders, tear his teeth into him, and claim his omega again as his prize. But Chan’s hold tightens around him, like he can feel Hyunjin’s fight before it even properly comes out, and their muscles strain against each other as Chan snarls nasty in his ear. “Be a good alpha,” Chan says. “Just because you’re an alpha doesn’t mean you can take whatever you want.”

Be a good alpha. 

It’s all Hyunjin wants. He’s sure he’d had other things — hopes, desires, dreams — before now, but he can’t recall what they were. The only thing that matters to him now is being a good alpha, letting his omega milk his knot until he’s satisfied, and letting his alpha hold him steady and sink his teeth into him as much as he likes. 

It crescendos into a fever pitch that lasts an eternity, the edges of it clinging to Hyunjin in a sticky wet embrace, the thick hum in his veins a mockery of the wet slide of Jisung’s hole over the forming bump of his knot at the base of his cock. Hyunjin thrashes, trying to fight the urge to knot him again, not wanting Jisung to cry again, not wanting Chan to be mad, not wanting to— 

“You have to make him feel good, because he’s taking care of you so well. You have to be a good alpha and make my omega come,” Chan says, teeth nipping at Hyunjin’s neck. Hyunjin sobs, nodding his head — I know, I know, I know, but I can’t, can’t. “Shh…” Chan murmurs, as if he can hear the frantic thoughts in Hyunjin’s skull. “I know. It’s okay, hyung will help.”

Chan reaches out, hand circling around Jisung’s cock, which Hyunjin belatedly realizes is just as wet and drippy as the rest of him, tip a deep pink hue each time it peeks out from Chan’s pale fingers. Jisung moans, hole clenching even tighter around Hyunjin as he fucks into Chan’s hold. “Fuck, hyung—” Chan’s chest rumbles underneath Hyunjin’s body, and Jisung’s lashes flutter at the sound. “Sorry, alpha — please, fuck, shhuhh…” He trails off, the next curse getting lost with the last of his breath as he surges forward. 

Hyunjin expects to be kissed, even lifts his chin to meet Jisung in the middle, to finally get to lick into his mouth and suck on his tongue. But Jisung is reaching past him, curling his fingers around the back of Chan’s neck as they kiss. The sound of it is wet and desperate in Hyunjin’s ear, with the smack of lips, the slide of Chan’s tongue, the low, soft grunt in Jisung’s throat. 

They separate for Jisung to breath in hot, panting puffs against Hyunjin’s ear, but they stay close together, stifling Hyunjin between them as Jisung groans again, voice shaking as his hole clenches rhythmically around Hyunjin’s growing knot. 

Hyunjin can’t help it. He grabs Jisung by the hips, tugs him down to meet the unforgiving press of his hips, and locks his knot inside of him a second time as he comes. 

Jisung groans, head thudding against Hyunjin’s shoulder. “No, not yet— I—”

Hyunjin howls in distress, the guilt and shame of not having satisfied his omega before knotting wreaking havoc on his mind, tears spilling over his cheeks. But Chan is there, the steady presence grounding them both, and he moves his head to the other side of Hyunjin’s so he can press a kiss to his sweaty temple and better see what he’s doing. “It’s okay, alpha. Just sit still, okay? Sit nice and still while I make our omega come,” he says, and Hyunjin drops his head down to watch Chan’s hand quicken around Jisung’s cock. 

Jisung doesn’t sit up; he stays curled up against Hyunjin’s heaving chest, fingers curled around both of their necks, slipping on sweat as he grunts and rocks his hips minutely, chasing the pleasure. “So close,” he gasps, wet and needy against Hyunjin’s ear. “I— Alpha—”

“Go on, baby,” Chan says, and that’s all it takes. 

His hole locks around Hyunjin’s knot like a vice, throbbing and pulsing as come springs from Jisung’s cock, splattering over Hyunjin’s belly and up to his chest. He might squirt, but Hyunjin can’t tell, not with how much hot liquid is already hugging his cock inside of Jisung’s body. 

“Good boy, good fucking omega,” Chan is growling again, voice laced with that shivery alpha tone he carries that sends a shudder down Hyunjin’s spine. 

When Jisung sits up, his eyes are unfocused, and Hyunjin is still coming, enough that it’s made a little bump in Jisung’s belly, and Hyunjin has to force himself to look at Jisung’s face instead so he doesn’t fixate on it and end up doing something about it. Jisung grins at him, a lopsided, lazy thing, and then he sets his hands to Hyunjin’s belly. 

“I get to mark you too now,” he says smugly, dragging his fingers through his own mess to spread further over Hyunjin’s abdomen, smearing it over his belly and then the tiny little curve of his pecs. When he reaches Hyunjin’s neck, Hyunjin is shocked that he doesn’t feel the urge to bare his teeth, and instead, he bares his neck, letting Jisung massage his cum into Hyunjin’s scent glands. 

Everything is sticky and hot, and Hyunjin wishes that Chan had an overhead fan in his bedroom instead of the stupid standing fan in the corner that isn’t even on. Jisung’s scent is leveling out, the fierce sweetness fading into something more mellow as he’s sated and no longer pumping out pheromones to calm and entice Hyunjin. It’s Chan’s scent that fills Hyunjin’s nose strongly, and now that Hyunjin is getting used to the strength of his sense of smell, he can parcel out the arousal in Chan’s scent alongside his domineering pheromones. He smells like hot pavement after a thunderstorm, like summer and longing, like thick air and crackling lightning.

It makes him turn his head to pout at his hyung. Chan just raises an eyebrow at him. “Alpha,” Hyunjin grumbles. 

“Yes, that’s you, sweetheart,” Chan says, with a blinding smile and the pair of dimples that Hyunjin has always thought looked better on him than they have any right to. 

“No, you,” Hyunjin says, head feeling a bit clearer, enough to try to formulate more of what he wants. He reaches back, tugs on Chan’s sleeve. “Want.”

“Ah…” Chan says, and then he’s smiling again, soft and handsome. As Chan works to wriggle himself out from behind Hyunjin, Jisung is jostled enough to make him groan. Hyunjin is laid back against the pillows now, hands still clutching tight to Jisung’s sides. From this angle, it’s easier for Chan to look into Hyunjin’s eyes when he tells him, “You have to wait, alpha. After your presentation is over, you can have me. So you don’t try to kill me, yeah?” He reaches out to smooth his thumb over Hyunjin’s cheek, undeterred by the sweat clinging to his skin. 

A growl rumbles in Hyunjin’s belly, where all the desire is stored next to his usual hunger, but somehow louder and more demanding than his stomach has ever been. There’s a brief moment of clarity in his mind, enough to resent his inner alpha, because he’s already submitted to Chan — in life. He’s been enamored with Chan for the longest time, he’d have gone belly-up for him just hours ago, but now he has this stupid animal in his chest that’s snarling and snapping and greedy and bad, and all he wants it to get it under control so he can be kissed and held by his hyung the way Jisung is, softly.

“What can I have now?” Hyunjin asks, gritting the words out past the foggy mess of his thoughts, the desperation driving him to have to ask.

“How about a kiss?” Chan says right away. 

Hyunjin nods quickly, but says, “And more,” before Chan leans in to kiss him. 

His lips are just as plush and pillowy as they look, and he kisses with a gentle urgency — equal parts demanding alpha and caring provider. His tongue is a delicate taunt, easing into Hyunjin’s mouth before retreating to make him give chase. And chase he does, neck aching as he stretches forward, seeking more. 

It’s in the middle of their kiss that Hyunjin’s knot finally vanishes and his cock begins to soften. Jisung takes the liberty to ease himself off of Hyunjin while he’s distracted. He doesn’t go far, though. Instead, he curls into Hyunjin’s side, head on his shoulder to watch them kiss. 

The distraction is just good enough, because Hyunjin doesn’t feel immediately distraught by the lack of heat wrapped around his cock, but instead he feels calm and warm. “More, you said?” Chan hums against his mouth, and Hyunjin nods, reaching for him, fingers curling into his shirt so he doesn’t pull any further back. “Will you let your pack alpha mark you?” 

Hyunjin nods, a whine cracking in the back of his throat. The words pack alpha mean everything to him, in a way he can’t possibly put words to right now. Chan shushes him with one more kiss before shuffling back, up onto his knees at Hyunjin’s side. Hyunjin reaches for him again, but Jisung’s hand circles around his wrist. “Let him,” he murmurs, cheek smushed against Hyunjin’s shoulder. 

Hyunjin forces himself to nod, and lets his restless hand lace fingers with Jisung instead, squeezing tight as he watches Chan’s hand circle around his pink-tipped cock. 

Chan is so focused, tugging his shirt up a bit with his free hand as he strokes himself, slow for only a moment before he picks up the pace. Hyunjin’s eyes zero in, trying to track every detail, the pace, the tightness of his grip, the way his wrist twists at the top of each stroke, bracelet tinkling softly with the movement. He wants to burn the information into the forefront of his skull, so he can use it later, when Chan deems him worthy, free of the throes of his own instincts. 

When Chan comes, he nudges himself even closer, using his opposite hand to grip at Hyunjin’s shoulder, thumb digging torturously into his clavicle. “Fuck,” he grunts, tipping his head back as he paints Hyunjin’s chest with his cum. 

Belatedly, Hyunjin notices his knot, swollen and red at the base of his cock. “Doesn’t it hurt?” he blurts out. 

Chan’s head lolls forward so he can look back down at Hyunjin with a lazy grin. “Only for a second,” he says, and then he’s flashing his fangs, and Jisung is moving at Hyunjin’s side. 

The omega settles himself over Hyunjin’s hips again, this time in a presentation pose, resting with his elbows on one side of Hyunjin’s body and his knees on the other, legs spread wide enough for Chan to fit himself between them and then slide inside of his fucked-out, gaping hole. Chan groans again, eyes slipping shut as he forces his knot past the weak resistance of Jisung’s rim. 

Jisung whines, eyes fluttering shut as his fists twist into the duvet. Hyunjin lurches upward, instincts burning to curl around the omega, to bite at him and rub his face into his scent glands. But Chan is quicker, hand flying out to wrap his fingers around Hyunjin’s neck and shove him back into the pillows with a vile snarl. Embarrassment burns at Hyunjin’s cheeks as he clenches his jaw tight, fangs throbbing in his mouth. “Easy,” Chan says, and Hyunjin sags into the bed. He’s gentle when he reaches out this time, hand stroking over Jisung’s damp hair.

“Good alpha, sitting still,” Chan says. He’s holding Jisung’s pretty, little waist with one hand, and after another heavy moment, he lets the other slide away from Hyunjin’s throat to slide over the puddle of his own cum dripping down Hyunjin’s chest. He thumbs over his nipples absently in his mission to get it to touch every inch of him available. 

As they all pant into the sticky air of the room, Hyunjin waits for the quiet to creep up on them, but it doesn’t. It’s cut with a low sound, and it takes him a moment to realize that Jisung and Chan start purring around the same time. Jisung’s is so deep and content, his breath spaced out between it with his eyes fully shut. His belly is still rounded with cum and Hyunjin wishes he could roll him onto his back to smooth his hand over it. Instead, he cherishes the pressure against his own body every time Jisung pulls a deep breath. Chan’s purr is quieter, a higher, airier thing as he breathes through the waning waves of his orgasm, cock probably still emptying inside his omega, making him fuller and rounder still.

Hyunjin yearns for it in his own chest. He’s never purred before, but he urges his inner alpha to figure it out, so he can express his own happiness without having to find the words. It comes out stuttery at first, unsure and choppy, but when they both blink open their eyes to look at Hyunjin with soft, dazed smiles, he gains confidence. The purr blooms in his chest, and comes out fully on his next exhale, body finally relaxing into Chan’s bed. Exhaustion hits him quickly, and so does the sting of regret. 

Through his embarrassment, he forces himself to meet Chan’s eye. “I’m sor—”

“Ah, ah,” Chan says immediately, going so far as to push one finger against Hyunjin’s lips to silence him. “None of that. Jisung, you’re okay, right?” he asks, hand smoothing over Jisung’s lower back as he speaks. 

Jisung nods, hair mussing against the bed. “Mmh. Yes, hyung, I feel good,” he says. His voice is rough and gravelly, but his scent is still wafting sweet and pleased. 

“And that’s all that matters. We’re a pack, okay? All of us,” Chan says. Inexplicably, Hyunjin’s eyes start to water, and Chan’s own widen in shock. “Hey, no tears, baby, what’s wrong?”

“I just— I didn’t think…” Hyunjin struggles to find the words in his cloudy brain, but it seems he isn’t alone as Jisung pushes himself up onto shaky hands, blinking over his shoulder at Chan with wet eyes.

“Hyung, you’ve never said that before,” he accuses, whining and perfect. “You can’t say it right now when we’re all high off pheromones.” He sniffles once, the tip of his nose so red and cute, and then his face rumples as he chokes on an ugly sob.

“Aigo… My two big babies,” Chan sighs, thumbing over Jisung’s side and Hyunjin’s collarbone in a soothing gesture, despite his messy hands. “Hang on, let’s lay down properly.” He gently eases himself out of Jisung’s messy hole. Jisung’s brow furrows, a little whine cutting through his purr, but it smooths out when Hyunjin and Chan help him move to his side, back in place curled against Hyunjin’s shoulder. 

Chan takes his place on Hyunjin’s other side, and they link fingers atop Hyunjin’s belly, ignoring the mess there. Chan’s bed is entirely covered in fluids — sweat, slick, cum, drool — and Hyunjin briefly considers the possibility that the whole thing will get thrown out. It makes him sad to think about, so he pictures Chan diligently doing laundry in the wee hours of the morning instead. 

The movement helps them both settle, and Chan wipes both their tears away, even though they’re both a mess of other fluids — cum and blood and slick and sweat all drying at varying rates making Hyunjin’s body itch. He’d be sprinting into the shower if he weren’t so content to smell exactly like the mess he is.

In the silence, Jisung taps his thumb against Hyunjin’s sternum where it rests with Chan’s hand. “Feeling better?” Jisung asks, blinking his half-lidded eyes at him. Hyunjin nods, and Jisung nods back, one assured movement of his head as he relaxes into his side. “Good. I was worried about you for hours before all this, you know.”

“Really?” Hyunjin frowns. It had taken him so long to even notice how irritable he had gotten, and even then, he’d needed Jisung to point it out to him. 

“Mhm,” Jisung says. “I have a lot of experience with surly alphas, you know.”

“Hey!” Chan says, tightening his grip on Jisung’s hand and shaking it as if to punish him. “I’m not surly.” 

“Mmm, no, not usually,” Jisung mutters. Every time he speaks, he sounds sleepier and sleepier, and it makes a fond smile kiss Hyunjin’s mouth. 

They quiet down again, purrs harmonizing, but Hyunjin can’t let it go. “We’re a pack?” he asks, vulnerability shaking in his voice. 

Chan gets up onto one elbow. “Oh, sweetheart… of course we are. You didn’t think hyung would be mad, did you?”

“Of course I did,” Hyunjin grumbled. “I touched— and I didn’t listen— and Jisung—” The panic is mounting in Hyunjin’s chest again, emotions frantically haywire once more, but Jisung cuts him off before he can spiral further.

“I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to,” Jisung says, suddenly sounding more awake. “Although, I also thought you’d be mad…” he admits, looking sheepishly at Chan. “I just thought you’d be more distressed if I didn’t try to help at all, and then— well, Hyunjin is so—”

“Yeah?” Chan says with a grin. “You want to tell him all about your big crush on him?” 

Hyunjin’s head snaps back to Jisung, just as he pushes himself onto his elbow too and slaps at Chan’s arm. “Hyung! Shut up!” 

“No, tell me,” Hyunjin says, finally feeling a bit more like himself as his lips stretch into a grin.

“No!” Jisung says, turning his face into the pillow to hide. “This is an omega rights violation — you can’t gang up on me like this!”

“Oh, I think you’d like it a bit too much if we ganged up on you,” Chan says, waggling his eyebrows like a pervert. Hyunjin smacks at him, less to defend Jisung’s honor and more because he can’t help but laugh.

“If it helps, I would really like to kiss you, Jisung,” Hyunjin says, cutting through the tomfoolery with his earnestness.

Jisung lifts his head, tries to keep his face empty, but it’s impossible with his doe eyes and his puffy cheeks and his pretty, pouty lips, still pink and swollen from before. “Really?” he mutters, and his eyes are darting between the two of them.

Hyunjin, too, looks over at Chan, and he just smiles at them. “Don’t let me stop you,” he says. “Just be gentle with him.”

“I will,” Hyunjin says, but Chan laughs and nuzzles the side of his face.

“I meant you.”

“Oh.”

Jisung’s lips land on his not a second later, and Hyunjin sighs into his mouth. His hands are trapped so useless between all of them, tangled in the damp sheets, but it doesn’t matter. Jisung gets himself closer, leg thrown over Hyunjin’s hips as he licks at his mouth, his small omega fangs nipping at Hyunjin’s lower lip, sharp enough to make him hiss.

“I said be gentle!” Chan scolds, but his laughter is warm in Hyunjin’s ear.

“Mmh,” Jisung says. “I will tomorrow. He was rough with me all night.”

“Sor—” Hyunjin tries, but Jisung’s tongue is in his mouth and Chan is purring in his ear again, and the heat that had been suffocating him all night is now a pleasant warmth. Instead of a raging wildfire he can’t control, he feels more like a gentle fireplace that’s there even on the coldest of nights.

When Jisung finally pulls back, he’s smiling at Hyunjin, but it morphs quickly into a glare that he levels at Chan. “Mate me already, then, would you? Both of us.”

Chan shakes his head in disbelief, and Hyunjin giggles at his distress. “Yes, your Highness. As soon as Hyunjin’s presentation is over, I’ll give you the mark you keep begging for.”

“Good. And Hyunjin too.”

“Well, that’s his—”

“Yes, Hyunjin too,” Hyunjin says. Chan looks skeptical, like maybe he thinks Hyunjin’s head isn’t clear enough to be saying such things, but Hyunjin doesn’t care. He just bats his lashes at him and says, “Please, alpha?”

And Chan sighs in defeat. “You two will be the death of me.”

Hyunjin hopes that’s true. In a hundred years from now, he hopes they’re all here, in Chan’s den, wherever it may be, twisted together and gooey in that fireplace warmth, and they go from this plane of existence to the next exactly how they should: together.