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The realization of just how deep Eric’s feelings run for Juyeon is pushed aside at first. He has no time for personal crises; his grades are in danger.
Luckily, the night he spent with Juyeon makes him feel normal— well, as normal as one can feel when they were turned into a werewolf less than a year ago. It gives him the clarity that he desperately needs to get through his one Friday class, finish an essay due next week, and get started on the reading for his Monday class. He feels so productive that he almost texts Juyeon to thank him, but that would be weird, so he doesn’t.
Juyeon had a test anyway, and Eric is content with thinking that he brought the other man a bit of clarity as well.
It’s in the darkness of the night, when he’s settling into bed after texting Sunwoo instead of finishing his math homework, that he lets himself think about his feelings. Somehow, without him noticing, what he thought was just a little crush turned into… this. He knew that he wanted Juyeon; of course he did. But this is different. More.
The urge to be mated and claimed… it’s only when he’s around Juyeon.
Eric looks at the last thing he sent Sunwoo, something about his batting order on the baseball team, and completely changes the subject by sending i think i’m in love with juyeon-hyung.
Sunwoo takes a couple of minutes to send back you THINK???
Honestly, that’s a little uncalled for.
ok sry that was out of line, Sunwoo sends right after, and Eric immediately forgives him. i just thought it was obvious.
i mean. i knew i liked him but.
thats fair, Sunwoo says, when Eric doesn’t add anything more. i just want to remind you of wht you said last week. u said, and i quote, “i would help him do his laundry for the rest of my life.”
Eric squints at his phone. what the fuck does that have to do with me being in love with him.
uh hello? would u say that about a guy u arent in love with? also how is he so bad at every part of doing laundry.
i knoww, i think i’m gonna get him a hamper for his dirty clothes at least.
Sunwoo’s response is almost instant. SEE, he says. inloveisms.
Eric still doesn’t get how wanting to do Juyeon’s laundry means that he’s in love with him. It just bothers him when he walks by Juyeon’s room and dirty clothes litter the floor and clean clothes are piled high on his desk chair and his closet is a disaster . Is it the for the rest of my life part? Because of course he wants to be with Juyeon forever; he wants to be with his pack forever!
Sunwoo sends another text that snaps Eric out of his thoughts. you should confess to him so you two can get tgt and you can move in w him instead of w me. 😜
fuck you, Eric sends back, offended. He is the perfect roommate! Why is Sunwoo so adamant about not sharing his room?
(He doesn’t think about the reason why he has to share a room in the first place. Or rather, he tries not to. When Chanhee and Changmin broke up, Changmin moved into the last free room in the house, the one Eric was going to move into at the end of this semester. And Eric is not about to ruin his life any further by forcing his way into his space.
Maybe… maybe Sunwoo is worried about Eric messing up his chances with Changmin. Never mind the fact that the two of them can’t get their shit together long enough to recognize that they’re pretty much soulmates. Just… maybe it’s better if Eric doesn’t have the opportunity to get in between that.)
Eric ignores the rest of Sunwoo’s texts, burying his face in his pillow. Juyeon’s scent drifts faintly from the pillowcase, beneath the smell of fresh detergent, and he sighs longingly. He wishes Juyeon had stayed long enough for his scent to linger more. As it is, it’ll probably fade by the next day.
Slowly, he slides his fingers down his neck, presses against his skin, trying to remember exactly where Juyeon marked him last night. They had long faded by the morning, and he feels a little sad that he didn’t have the chance to see them before they healed. A mating bite would stick, his brain decides to remind him, and marks from his mate would take longer to fade, especially around his scent gland.
Heat pools low in his abdomen as he thinks about being claimed. With another sigh, he hooks his fingers in the waistband of his briefs, only hesitating for a moment before tugging them off. The restlessness of the season hasn’t returned; he’s just his normal amount of horny, and a little worried that jacking off now will bring it all back. Still, he slips a hand under his shirt to play with his nipple, unable to resist. His other hand drifts down towards his clit, circling it slowly, teasing himself, working himself up. He can’t help but think about Juyeon, about his big hand wrapped around his hip, his long fingers stuffed in his cunt. The fact that it’s a memory and not a fantasy makes him whine, letting his mind wander back.
Before he gets too wet, Eric sits up to grab a towel and his vibrator. He doesn’t need to ruin his only other bed set while his main set is still in the dryer.
It doesn’t take him long to get off, not with last night so fresh on his mind. With the vibrator on the highest setting and Juyeon’s name on the tip of his tongue, he comes, and, for a moment, he draws it out, dragging the toy along his cunt and back up. He debates on trying for another orgasm, biting his lip as he teases himself, before shutting his vibrator off.
He’s just… not in the mood anymore. It’s so lonely, being here by himself, and while, yeah, he’s used to being alone, it’s hitting him much harder tonight than it usually would. If he was living in the pack house already, this wouldn’t be a problem. They might complain about his scent, but he’d be able to cuddle up with any of his pack members almost whenever he wanted. He’d at least have their scent with him. Maybe he should have taken that blanket they put on Juyeon’s bed, or stolen a pillow, or something.
With a gasp, he remembers the shirt he took from Juyeon’s room. He only wore it to get from the house to his dorm, immediately taking it off to shower, so he didn’t put it in his hamper. Instead, it lies on his desk, neatly folded on top of the freshly washed pants Juyeon left behind last night, making the walk of shame in a pair of Eric’s too-small shorts.
Eric just washed those pants, so he doesn’t mess with them, only snatching the shirt and replacing the one he’s wearing. He wiggles excitedly, bringing the collar to his nose and breathing in. Juyeon’s scent on the shirt isn’t that strong, since it’s clean, but it’s pretty much embedded into the fabric with how much Juyeon has worn it. With this, he doesn’t have to worry about the scent fading. Gaining a burst of motivation, he sits at his desk to finish his math homework and write up his lab report.
It’s around four in the morning, when he can no longer concentrate but has too much energy to sleep, that he realizes that the restlessness is settling in again. Gently, he hits his head against the desk, trying to will it away. It doesn’t work, of course, and there’s an itch in his teeth that makes him clench his jaw.
Impulsively, Eric sends Juyeon a text that simply says, hyung. He stops himself from sending more, mostly because it’s way too late— early?— to bother him, but also because… what is he expecting Juyeon to do? It’s not like Juyeon would come running just because Eric is horny.
Right? Juyeon probably isn’t even thinking about having sex with him again.
With a frustrated sigh, Eric sets his phone aside and looks over at his bed, at the towel and vibrator he never put away, and then his gaze shifts to the bag on the floor that still has the other things he bought. The dildo and lube. Maybe… maybe he can try that. Maybe he can pretend…
As soon as he picks up the dildo though, he knows he can’t pretend it’s Juyeon’s dick, not now that he knows what it looks like, how it feels inside of him. And not when the toy doesn’t even have a knot to fill him up like Juyeon. He takes it out of the package anyway, cleaning it off in the bathroom and sitting it on his desk to dry.
There’s a knock on his door then, and his brow furrows as he goes to answer it. Who the hell is visiting him unprompted at this hour?
Eric looks through the peephole and gasps, heat rushing through him and making his toes curl. His heart races as he fumbles with the lock before flinging the door open. “Juyeon-hyung?” he says, a little bewildered. He really didn’t expect him to just… show up.
“Hi,” Juyeon says. He shifts awkwardly and holds up his phone. “You didn’t answer after I replied to your message, so… I thought I’d check on you. Are you okay?”
Sighing, slightly disappointed, Eric moves aside to let Juyeon in. “I’m fine, hyung. Just… I didn’t want to bother you, I’m sorry.”
“You’re not bothering me. I was awake.” Juyeon reaches out to squeeze Eric’s hand reassuringly. “What’s wrong, Youngjae?”
“I…” Eric glances over at his bed and immediately flushes red. He just has his toys laying around; it’s a little obvious what the problem is.
Before Eric can find his words, Juyeon says, “Oh, you changed your bed sheets?”
Is he… just going to ignore the other things on his bed? The vibrator still plugged in? The towel, now dry but reeking of his arousal? “Yeah,” Eric says slowly, “we— I got them dirty, so I had to wash them— oh my god, hyung, I left my comforter in the dryer! Fuck, wait here, I have to go get it.”
“Wait, Youngjae-yah—”
Eric shoves his feet into his slippers and rushes out the door, taking the stairs two at a time. If someone fucked up his comforter, he’s going to lose his shit!
When he gets to the laundry room, he breathes a sigh of relief. Someone did, in fact, touch his blanket, but all they did was take it out of the dryer and place it neatly on top. They’ve long finished their own laundry, of course, since Eric forgot about his for hours now, but he’s grateful. Nice people exist!
It’s as he’s climbing back up the stairs that he realizes what he’s wearing. Or rather, what he’s not wearing. His fucking underwear. He never put it back on, and all he’s wearing is Juyeon’s shirt, barely covering his ass, and some slippers. God, he hopes no one else shows up on the stairs.
He makes it back to his room without running into anyone, thankfully, and doesn’t think about his current state of undress as he opens the door, fully intent on making a beeline for the bathroom to put something else on. “Hyung,” he starts to say, stepping inside.
The comforter falls out of his arms as he takes in the sight in front of him with wide eyes, the door shutting behind him with a soft click. Juyeon sits on the end of his bed, leaning back with his legs spread invitingly. In his hand is Eric’s dildo, resting casually against his thigh, fingers wrapped around the base. “Youngjae-yah,” he says, and Eric’s eyes snap up to his face, catching on the curl of his lips. “You were planning on using this, before I came by?”
Eric’s mouth runs dry. He swallows hard, takes a step forward, almost tripping over his blanket. “I…” There’s really no point in lying, is there? “Yes.”
Juyeon hums and says, “Come here,” his gaze dropping to Eric’s legs as he moves to stand in front of him. His free hand reaches up to grab the outside of Eric’s thigh, tugging him closer and looking up at him with heavily lidded eyes. “All you have to do is ask,” he says, “and I will take care of you. You know that, right?”
Eric swallows again. He did not know that, and his heart races upon being told. “Hyung.” His voice is rough, weak, barely audible, but in the quiet of the room, he knows Juyeon can hear him loud and clear. “Please. I want…” Juyeon’s scent surrounds him, draws him in, distracts him from what he’s saying.
“Want what, baby?” Juyeon tugs at his leg again, until Eric is kneeling on the bed, hovering above his lap. “Be specific.”
There are so many things that Eric wants. He starts with this: “Can you kiss me?”
Juyeon’s entire face softens into a sweet smile, and it makes Eric’s heart ache with how much he loves him. “Of course. Come here.” Gently, he pulls Eric fully into his lap before leaning in to press a brief, chaste kiss to his lips.
Eric pouts and says, “More. Please,” and Juyeon grunts, his hand coming up to hold Eric’s jaw as he kisses him harder, deeper. Eric sighs into his mouth, hands sliding across Juyeon’s shoulders. “More,” he says again, eyes fluttering shut as he relaxes into Juyeon’s touch.
Juyeon doesn’t hold back, tongue swiping against Eric’s bottom lip before slipping past to curl around Eric’s tongue. His hands grip desperately at Eric’s thighs, pressing bruises that won’t last into his skin. When Eric whines and shifts closer, he groans, one of his hands sliding up…
A sharp intake of breath, and then Juyeon is pulling away to look down at where Eric’s shirt is riding up. “Youngjae…” He reaches out to grab the hem, flipping it up to reveal Eric’s bare crotch. “You… Fuck.”
Eric whines again, this time in embarrassment. “Hyung,” he starts, but he loses his train of thought as soon as Juyeon touches his clit. He hardens beneath Juyeon’s fingers, moaning, leaning forward to press his temple against Juyeon’s and grab his attention, to capture Juyeon’s mouth with his own.
They stay like that for a while, kissing, exploring each other’s mouths as Juyeon teases Eric’s clit. Eric moves closer until he can’t anymore, his chest pressed to Juyeon’s, his cunt grinding directly over Juyeon’s clothed cock. He’s ruining another pair of Juyeon’s pants, but he can’t bring himself to stop, not when Juyeon encourages every little movement with a squeeze of his hip. Each swipe of Juyeon’s tongue has him moaning, leaking slick all over Juyeon’s lap.
His mouth buzzes with a need he can’t shake, and, reluctantly, he breaks the kiss, breathing heavily. He flushes red just thinking about what he’s going to ask. But as much as he likes it, as much as it turns him on, kissing isn’t enough. He needs— “Can I— Would you— I want to suck your dick.”
Juyeon bites his lip to muffle the groan that rips out of him. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you want.”
“Then…,” Eric hesitates, but he’s too needy not to ask, “will you knot my mouth?”
For a long moment, Juyeon just stares at him, mouth agape. “I… Are you sure?” he asks. “You’ll be stuck. It might hurt.”
“Please. I need your knot, Juyeon-hyung.”
Juyeon swallows and nods, eyes dark with desire. “Okay, baby,” he says, agreeing easily, but when Eric tries to get up from his lap, he tightens his grip on Eric’s hip. The fingers hovering at Eric’s clit slide down between his legs, dragging along his folds before easing inside. “But… since you’ll be there a while, why don’t you use your toy? I want you to feel good while I have you knotted.”
Eric’s cunt clenches around Juyeon’s fingers, a clear response, though he thinks just having Juyeon’s cock down his throat would make him feel good. He grinds down on the fingers inside him just once, to feel them press in as deep as they can go, shuddering at the pleasure rushing down his spine, before lifting himself up and kneeling on the floor. When Juyeon grabs the dildo from beside him and offers it up, Eric takes it and sets it beneath him, fingers wrapped around the base to hold it in place. Slowly, carefully, he settles down onto it, groaning when he bottoms out. It hits deeper than he expected, but he still aches for Juyeon’s cock. He looks up at Juyeon to find him watching closely, and he drags his hands along the inside of Juyeon’s thighs before hooking his fingers in the waistband of his pants.
Juyeon lifts his hips and lets Eric slide his pants down, sighing in relief as his cock springs out, hard and wet from Eric’s slick leaking through his pants. His clean hand slides into Eric’s hair, pushes it back from his forehead, while he puts the fingers of his other hand in his mouth, sucking off every bit of slick left on his skin.
Eric moans at that, hips moving in circles on his toy. He takes Juyeon in his hand, angles him towards his mouth, presses his lips to Juyeon’s shaft, kisses up and down his length. Once he’s done teasing, he licks his lips and wraps them around the head of Juyeon’s cock, resting it on his tongue and savoring the taste of him before slowly taking him in further. The taste of his own slick makes him moan again, and Juyeon’s grip on his hair tightens. He looks up as he pulls off, using his hand to spread his saliva along Juyeon’s cock, jerking him off with quick, even strokes. “You can fuck my mouth,” he says, and he feels a little smug as he watches Juyeon’s head fall back, as Juyeon’s desire hits him full force.
Impulsively, he turns his head and sinks his teeth into Juyeon’s thigh. It doesn’t satisfy him at all.
Eric goes back to Juyeon’s cock, taking the tip into his mouth and sucking. He waits until Juyeon is looking at him again before playfully angling the head into his cheek, lets it bulge there obscenely. Juyeon’s hand slides to the back of his head, and he leans into it, relaxing his jaw.
The teasing successfully riles Juyeon up, and he makes a tentative thrust that barely hits the back of Eric’s throat. When Eric just moves further onto his cock, he takes that as a sign to continue, pushing at Eric’s head until his lips are wrapped around the base, groaning as Eric works his throat around him. “So good for me, Youngjae, baby. Taking me so well.” Eric’s answering moan has him pulling back for another thrust, harsher this time. Soon, he’s fucking Eric’s mouth at a steady pace, dragging Eric’s head back and forth in time with his hips.
Eric grinds down onto the dildo as much as he can, though he’s mostly focused on pleasuring Juyeon and breathing. The toy is nothing compared to having Juyeon’s hot, throbbing cock inside of him. He moans, obscene sounds coming from his throat, relishing in Juyeon’s quiet noises.
Eventually, Juyeon’s knot starts to swell, and he pushes Eric’s head down, grinding deep in his throat. “I’m close,” he sighs out. There’s a pause before he slides his hand to Eric’s jaw, reaching further down to Eric’s neck. “Good boy.”
A moan rips out of Eric, at both the words and the feeling of Juyeon squeezing himself through Eric’s throat. He brings a hand up to play with Juyeon’s balls, swallowing around Juyeon’s cock with a choked noise. He wants it, he wants Juyeon’s knot so bad that he struggles to breathe for a moment, almost making Juyeon pull out. Stubbornly, he keeps his head in place, tears escaping his eyes as he looks up to meet Juyeon’s gaze.
Juyeon groans, his knot reaching a point where he can’t pull out anymore, not without hurting Eric. “Fuck, you’re so pretty like this. So desperate… Need my cock that bad?” When Eric hums around his cock in agreement, he groans again. “Gonna come,” he warns, and then his knot is swelling fully, right before he grinds into Eric’s throat and comes.
Eric swallows eagerly, clit throbbing with arousal. This is so much hotter than he thought it’d be, his mouth stretched wide and locked in place, forced to take all of Juyeon’s come, to warm his cock. His eyes roll back, and he moans as Juyeon squeezes the back of his neck. Desire burns deep in his core, and he clenches around his toy, greedy for more.
“Baby,” Juyeon calls out. As soon as Eric’s eyes meet his own, he presses Eric’s head down, as if Eric could take him any further. It feels so good that Eric moans again. “C’mon, baby, use your toy. Let me see you fuck yourself.”
Dazed, Eric just stares, blinking tears out of his eyes. How is Juyeon supposed to see anything with Eric stuck on his cock like this? Still, he wants to be good for Juyeon, so he shifts back on his knees as much as he can, sticking his ass out. The dildo slowly starts to slip out of him, and he rushes to grab at the base.
A finger wipes away his tears, then the drool steadily dripping from his lips. “C’mon,” Juyeon says again, and Eric starts moving immediately, pressing the dildo in deep before pulling it halfway out. It’s an awkward angle, but he thrusts it in anyway. “That’s it. Feels good?”
It does, but Juyeon would feel better. Eric grunts as he works his wrist, so close just from Juyeon in his mouth. Juyeon’s cock twitches every time Eric makes a noise, throat vibrating around him, and the feeling of it, the weight of it, makes Eric desperate for another knot. He hopes Juyeon is ready; as soon as he’s free, Eric is sitting on his cock.
The dildo keeps him worked up, wet and wanting, tears in his eyes from how bad he wants to come, but it’s not enough. He isn’t sure if it’s the bad angle, the cramp in his hand, the stupid toy itself, but even though he’s so close, he can’t come like this. He whines, defeated, pleading eyes looking up at Juyeon, who tightens his grip on the back of Eric’s neck. “Are you close, baby?” he asks gently, using his other hand to brush Eric’s hair out of his eyes. “Wanna come?”
Eric nods as much as he can, hands letting go of his toy to hold onto Juyeon’s thighs. His jaw aches, but he can feel the pressure starting to ease up, Juyeon’s knot finally going down. He squeezes the muscle beneath his fingers, admiring how firm they are, before sliding his hands up to Juyeon’s abdomen, slipping beneath his shirt.
“Ah,” Juyeon holds Eric in place with a stern look, after Eric tries to pull off too soon, straining his jaw, “patience, Youngjae-yah. Don’t hurt yourself.”
Eric whines again but waits obediently, pressing his thighs together. His dildo slips out of him, and his cunt clenches down around nothing, unbearably empty. Even just a couple more minutes feels like an eternity like this. He’s still ridiculously aroused, cunt drooling onto the floor almost as much as his mouth is, but he feels the heat in his core start to recede, just a bit, enough that he’s no longer on the precipice of an orgasm. Desperately, he brings his fingers to his clit.
As soon as he can, he moves his head back, lets Juyeon slip from his lips. His shirt is already ruined, saliva and come all down the front of it, so he has no qualms about lifting the collar to wipe at his chin before taking the shirt off. On trembling legs, he climbs back into Juyeon’s lap. “Juyeon-hyung,” he says. His voice is rough, but not as bad as he thought it would be, supernatural healing abilities coming into play once again. A shame; he loved how deep his voice could get after deepthroating. “Wanna ride you.”
Juyeon shudders, large hands gripping at Eric’s thighs, hips, waist, tugging him closer. “Whatever you want, Youngjae.”
“Want this off,” Eric tugs at Juyeon’s shirt, then adds a small, “please.” He watches with satisfaction as Juyeon immediately pulls his shirt off for him, and he slides his hands down Juyeon’s chest in appreciation. His fingers make their way to Juyeon’s cock, stroking it a few times before holding it around the base. One of his hands presses into Juyeon’s shoulder to push himself up on his knees, and he looks Juyeon in the eye as he sinks down on his cock.
It’s just as satisfying as he remembered it to be. He moves his hand out of the way to sit fully in Juyeon’s lap, throwing his arms around Juyeon’s shoulders. With a deep moan, he circles his hips, relishing the way Juyeon’s fingers dig into the meat of his ass and squeeze. “Hyung,” he says. That heat deep in his core starts to rise once again, and he clenches around Juyeon, gasping. He could probably come just like this….
Juyeon drags him closer, slides impossibly deeper inside of him. “Weren’t you gonna ride me?”
Eric whimpers at the reminder, cursing himself. What was he thinking when he said that? His legs feel weak already, but he lifts himself up, biting his lip at the delicious drag of Juyeon’s cock. He drops back down with a gasp and scrambles for purchase on Juyeon’s shoulders, digs his nails into Juyeon’s skin. It takes every ounce of willpower he has to keep going, starting an unsteady pace that’s way too erratic to get either of them off.
Juyeon’s hands run along Eric’s sides, coming up to thumb at Eric’s nipples. He laughs when Eric jolts and falls into his chest. “Can’t do it?” he teases.
Eric feels like his head is spinning, so aroused he can’t think. He lets out a small whine and buries his face in Juyeon’s neck, scenting as he presses his lips to Juyeon’s skin. “Please, Juyeon,” he whispers, and he takes Juyeon’s hands and slides them back down to his hips. “I’m so close. I— I can’t…”
“Okay, baby.” Juyeon nudges Eric’s head with his own, and, when Eric looks up at him, he kisses him so sweetly that Eric melts. “I’ve got you. But,” his grip on Eric tightens, voice lowering dangerously, “I want you to know, once I start, I won’t stop until I’m done.”
Groaning, Eric nods, his eyes fluttering. “Please. Please, please, Juyeon-hyung.”
The moment Juyeon starts to fuck him, Eric throws his head back with a loud cry, body seized with pleasure. Each thrust rips another moan out of him, and all he can do is hold on tight as his orgasm builds, and builds, and builds, like fire in his veins. It feels so intense, his mouth buzzes with an urge he doesn’t understand, so he cries louder, almost there, almost…
He doesn’t even last thirty seconds.
Juyeon fucks Eric through his orgasm, wrapping his arms around him to keep him still. “Fuck,” he groans, thrusting harder as Eric’s cunt pulses around his cock. “You feel so good, Youngjae-yah, fuck. So good for me, so wet.”
Eric strains against Juyeon’s grip, thrashing around for a few more seconds as a second wave of pleasure hits him. Tears roll down his cheeks, his nails dragging down Juyeon’s chest, leaving red marks that will probably heal before Juyeon is even done fucking him. Every time Juyeon’s cock hits him just right, he gushes, making a mess of Juyeon’s lap, both of their thighs soaked with his release. With a whimper, he collapses against Juyeon’s chest, too weak to keep himself upright.
He never really manages to catch his breath, gasping every few seconds as overstimulated pleasure rushes through his body. His lips brush against Juyeon’s skin, and he presses them to Juyeon’s collarbone, nipping lightly before traveling up. At Juyeon’s shoulder, he sucks a mark and bites down, moving along to his neck…
Juyeon slides his fingers in Eric’s hair and pulls his head back, right as Eric grazes against his scent gland. “Youngjae,” he whispers, a little desperate, his hips slowing.
There’s a wild look in Juyeon’s eyes that Eric doesn’t understand. He watches, dazed, as Juyeon stares at him, searching for something. “Hyung?”
“Ah,” Juyeon snaps out of it, shaking his head, “nothing, baby, sorry.” He kisses Eric softly, leaning back onto the bed and taking Eric with him. “Want my knot?”
For a moment, Eric doesn’t say anything, stuck on the look Juyeon gave him. What is he missing? But when Juyeon stops moving completely, Eric focuses back on the present, whining and grinding down on Juyeon’s cock. “Yes, please, Juyeonie, want it, want it so bad,” he says, and he moans as Juyeon starts thrusting once again, setting a hard pace.
Juyeon slips a hand between their bodies, thumb sliding across Eric’s nipple before moving down to his neglected clit. His other hand brings Eric back down to kiss him, licking into his mouth as his knot starts to form. “C’mon, baby,” he says, knot catching on Eric’s entrance, fingers working on Eric’s clit. “You can come again, can’t you?”
Eric nods, moaning because he knows that Juyeon already knows that he can , that he’s close, that he’ll probably come as soon as Juyeon plugs him up tight. His cries are muffled by Juyeon’s mouth, the two of them just breathing each other in. The moment Juyeon’s knot swells, his eyes roll back, cunt clenching around Juyeon’s cock, on the verge of coming.
One good swipe of Juyeon’s thumb on his clit and the first spurt of Juyeon’s come pushes Eric over the edge, and he bites down hard on Juyeon’s lip with a strangled shout. It’s less intense than the first orgasm but still so, so good, Juyeon filling him up perfectly as he milks Juyeon’s knot.
As soon as the last bit of pleasure has been wrung out of Eric’s trembling body, he collapses against Juyeon’s chest, lazily pushing away Juyeon’s hand. He tucks his head into Juyeon’s neck, feels him tense for just a moment, the faintest hint of concern in his scent, and then Juyeon relaxes. “Good, Youngjae-yah?” Juyeon asks, before Eric can work up the energy to ask him what’s wrong.
Eric moans weakly, snuggling into Juyeon’s collar now, nose pressed to Juyeon’s scent gland. “Yes,” he says eventually, and Juyeon chuckles at his late response. “Fuck, how do you get anything done during mating season? Actually, better question, how does Jaehyun-hyung get anything done during mating season?”
Juyeon laughs at that, arms wrapped around Eric’s waist as he throws his head back. When he calms down from his fit, he sighs and says, “You get used to it. Not that it doesn’t get distracting, but it… eases up, with time. Hyunjae-hyung is just… like that.”
“What, insatiable?” Eric pouts, thinks about sitting up just to make sure Juyeon sees his pout, but decides he’s too tired. He whines instead, slightly distressed. “Oh my god, hyung, what if I end up like him?”
With a small snort, Juyeon pets the back of Eric’s head, scenting him reassuringly. “Baby,” he says, trying not to laugh, “whatever you’re thinking is not how it works. He’s just being dramatic. It really does get easier, but… have you ever seen him waste an opportunity for sex?”
“I guess not.” Eric’s eyes start to droop, and he forces himself to stay awake for a little longer. “Are you staying?” he mumbles. His fingers clutch onto Juyeon’s shoulders, and he clenches down on Juyeon’s slowly deflating knot. When Juyeon doesn’t respond, he looks up, eyebrows furrowed. “Hyung?”
“I’m sorry,” Juyeon says, and Eric does everything he can to hide how much that simple phrase hurts him. “I promised Haknyeonie and Chani that I’d go on a run with them this morning….”
Right. Because Juyeon just arrived at Eric’s dorm on a whim, to check up on him after Eric sent him a text and never responded. He was probably worried that something had happened, only to find out that Eric was just horny and needy for attention. Why did Eric even expect him to stay? He didn’t last time. “Okay,” Eric says, trying not to sound too disappointed.
When he attempts to roll off of Juyeon to lay on the bed, however, Juyeon stops him, tightening his arms around Eric’s body. “I can stay until you fall asleep, at least.”
It feels like pity. Spitefully, Eric thinks about pulling an all-nighter, wonders how long Juyeon would stay if Eric just never fell asleep, but with him already drifting off, he knows that Juyeon would only be staying for a few more minutes.
On Monday morning, Eric goes to baseball practice. He greets the team with sleepy enthusiasm, hugs them like he hasn’t seen them in months when it’s only been a few days. When he goes to grab a baseball bat, the coach pulls him aside.
“Eric,” she says, gripping his arm. She’s careful not to touch his shoulder, even though he’s told her many times that it’s fine. “You don’t have to keep coming.”
Eric looks down at the ground until he can muster up a smile. “I know,” he says, “but there’s a game coming up, and I want to support you guys.”
She gives him a sad look. “That’s fine, but… I’m sorry. You’ll have to sit out for now. It’s too close to the game for you to— Well, we need the team to practice without distraction.”
“I understand.”
Eric does understand, as much as he doesn’t like it. He goes to sit on the bench, and he smiles and waves whenever someone glances in his direction.
He really thought that maybe the coach would let him swing a bat for a bit. Pitches were out of the question, of course; he hasn’t been able to throw a ball in the strike zone since he became a werewolf. He assumes that’s partly because of his increased strength. He’s slowly learning how to control it, but he can’t do anything too precise.
The other part is the scar. His turning bite.
Werewolves don’t tend to scar often. The only ones they usually have are their turning bite if they’re a turned wolf, and a mating bite if they’re lucky enough to have a mate. If the injury is severe enough, it might leave a scar, though much smaller than what you’d expect on a human. Jaehyun’s top surgery left no scars behind, but when Changmin almost died…
Eric reaches up to touch his shoulder before thinking better of it. There are people watching. He doesn’t want to worry them.
As far as the people of the university know, Eric was attacked by a man and his very large dog in the woods and left to die. Close enough to the truth, honestly, and it explained his sudden disappearance and injury. His mistake, he thinks, was showing the scar to his coach. She’s convinced that he’ll never be the same, and worried that he’ll push himself too hard to play.
Well, maybe she was right. He still feels like his shoulder won’t move like it used to. He goes to bat and winces at the stretch of his muscles, goes to pitch and watches the ball fly wildly off course.
“Hey, Ric-ah,” one of his hyungs calls out. He points over to the edge of the field. “I think your boyfriend is here.”
Eric perks up, straining his neck, but he can’t see the edge of the field from his spot. It can only be a member of his pack though; those are the only people his team calls his boyfriend. He jogs up and rounds the corner. “Changmin-hyung?”
Changmin waves and beckons him closer, his face carefully blank. “Ericcie,” he says, tugging at Eric’s arm, “I was planning on asking you about how mating season was going, but… when were you planning on telling us that you quit baseball?”
“I didn’t quit baseball,” Eric responds with immediately, and he shrinks back at Changmin’s pointed look. “I didn’t! I’m on indefinite hiatus. Because of my…”
Wow, he does not want to talk about this with Changmin, of all people. And yet, he feels as if Changmin is the only person he can talk to about this. He just prefers to not bring up how he got his injury, and, subsequently, how Changmin managed to get a matching scar. Not to Changmin, not when he still feels so guilty about it all.
“The bite,” Changmin says, bringing his hand up to hold the back of Eric’s neck. He doesn’t shy away when Eric melts under his touch, when Eric falls into his arms and breathes in his scent. “It still bothers you?”
Eric nods, then corrects himself with a weak, “Sometimes.” He doesn’t want him to think he’s always sore, always thinking about it, when he’s really not bothered most days. “I just… When I throw, when I swing, it’s like, something’s not right. It’s too stiff, or something. I don’t know. Unless I can work that out, I can’t… play.”
“Oh, baby….”
“I don’t— Um.” He swallows hard, clearing his throat. “What were you going to say about mating season?”
Changmin stares at him for a long time, his hand squeezing the back of Eric’s neck, a reassuringly firm grip, before he steps back. “How is it going? Feeling okay?” he asks, giving Eric’s very conspicuous change of subject a pass.
Eric takes it gratefully. “Honestly? I feel like I’m ovulating and PMSing at the same time.”
“Ovu—!” Flushing, Changmin pushes Eric away and smacks his arm. “Well, okay, I guess it does feel like that. It helps that you have someone to spend the season with.” He looks up at Eric with sharp eyes. “How is that going. Juyo taking care of you?”
It’s Eric’s turn to flush, avoiding Changmin’s gaze. He doesn’t question how the other wolf knows; even if no one told him, Changmin would know. Juyeon’s scent has long faded from his skin, as far as he can tell, but Changmin’s sharp nose probably sniffed it out anyway. “Yes, he’s, um. Very attentive.”
“Not too forceful?” Changmin persists. “He’s not pushing you into doing things?”
“No, not at all! Do you really think Juyeon-hyung would do something like that?”
Changmin frowns, though his shoulders lose a bit of tension. “I guess not,” he admits. “I just wanted to be sure you’re being treated well during your first season. But I should have known. Juyeonie is so soft on you.”
Eric thinks that Juyeon is just a little protective of him, like most of the pack. They all baby him to some extent, and as much as he wishes Juyeon’s actions were special, he knows they’re not. “What about you, hyung?” he asks instead of continuing that line of thought. He wraps his fingers around Changmin’s wrist, just to hold him without doing something too mushy like holding his hand. “Are you doing okay? With… with mating season?”
He can’t bring himself to ask more, but he’s worried. Though it’s been months, the incident with Changmin still has some of their pack on edge. He’s overheard Juyeon telling Chanhee his concern about his own naivety, how he can’t bring himself to believe Changmin anymore when he says that he’s fine. He’s talked with Sunwoo about watching Changmin leave and wondering if he’ll come back or if they’ll never see him again. He’s seen the way Sangyeon looks at Changmin sometimes, like he’s biting his tongue. They all love him, but most of them are still hurt by Changmin’s actions.
(And it’s all Eric’s fault. If he hadn’t decided to go to the store in town so late in the evening, if he hadn’t let that wolf attack him, Changmin wouldn’t have felt like he had to protect him when that wolf came back. Maybe Eric wouldn’t be a part of their pack, which makes him sad to think about, but Changmin wouldn’t have been so badly injured either.)
“I’m fine,” Changmin says, and he sighs when Eric just frowns. “Seriously, I am! I’ve been through plenty of mating seasons.”
But never alone. Eric wraps his arms around Changmin’s waist and scents him. “Okay,” he says, conceding. Changmin dropped the baseball subject, after all. Eric will give him this. “If I can help…”
“Baby,” Changmin rubs his back before pulling him away, “I know you’re not inviting me to join you and Juyo.”
“I mean… Would you accept?”
“I— You— Ugh!” He pinches Eric’s cheeks, and then he smushes them aggressively. “I think Juyo is slacking if he’s letting you out when you’re this horny.”
Eric tries to speak but his words come out muffled and incomprehensible, so he waits it out, letting Changmin take out his embarrassment on him. “I’m not horny,” he says once Changmin drops his hands. A blatant lie; if he can feel the buzzing beneath his skin, he knows Changmin can smell it. But that’s not why he asked. “I just… I don’t like being alone. And I don’t like knowing that you’re alone. I want to be with you, hyung.”
With soft eyes, Changmin reaches up to smooth down Eric’s hair. “You’re too sweet when you’re not being a menace,” he complains, smiling. “I’ll be okay, Ericcie. Stop worrying so much about your hyungs and focus on yourself, okay?”
Eric pouts at the dismissal but takes the words to heart. Changmin will be okay. Maybe he’s not okay right now, not with the way he ignores Jaehyun’s antics and avoids Chanhee’s worried gaze at the house, but he will be. Eric just has to trust him on that.
Maybe he’ll be a bit clingier for the next few weeks. Changmin wouldn’t push away his baby, after all.
Later, he sits on the bench off to the side of the soccer field, watching the players practice. They also have a game soon, and he can tell that the team is a little on edge about it. He kicks his feet back and forth as he watches Sunwoo try to work off his restless energy.
It’s an intense practice session. Eventually, Sunwoo jogs over to him, drenched in sweat, and his scent is mouthwatering. “Hey,” he says, snapping Eric out of his lust-filled daze. “Looking pretty hard over here. Thinking about joining the soccer team?”
“Well, I’d probably be better at soccer than baseball, right now.”
Sunwoo frowns, sitting next to him on the bench and knocking their knees together. “What is that supposed to mean? You nervous about the game?”
“No, I…” Eric bites his lip, debating on what he should say. “I can’t play. Haven’t been able to since I turned.” He looks as Sunwoo puts a hand on his knee, attempting to be reassuring, but it does nothing but distract him. “God, why do you smell so good?”
With a scrunch of his nose, Sunwoo pulls back. “I’m all sweaty. Why are you so horny about it?”
“I’m not! Why are you so horny!”
“Uh, because it’s mating season?” He rolls his eyes, wiping his face with the collar of his shirt. A wave of his scent drifts over to Eric, making him want to drown in it. “It’s mating season, and even though Hyunjae-hyung has been really good to me, better than I deserve, I can’t get rid of this desire to have Changmin all to myself instead. I can’t… Hyunjae-hyung is trying his best, but… I’m a fucking mess, Ericcie.”
Eric hums and says, “If you’re a mess, then what am I? Juyeon-hyung and I are fucking.”
Jealousy leaks through Sunwoo’s desire, and Eric sort of wants to lick his neck, as disgusting as that would be right now. “Good for you.”
“Ugh, you don’t get it. Don’t you think it’s a bad idea?”
“What, for me and you to fuck?”
Eric pushes Sunwoo, irritated. “No, for me and Juyeon-hyung. Of course me and you would be a bad idea. I like being Changmin-hyung’s baby, thank you.”
“What does Changmin-hyung have to do with that?” Sunwoo asks, and he has the audacity to give Eric a weird look when he lets out a frustrated groan. “Whatever. Anyway, this is like, the perfect way for you and Juyeon to get together. Just confess so he can confess back and then you can stop agonizing over a problem that doesn’t exist.”
“I’m not agonizing,” Eric grumbles. “I just… I don’t wanna ruin things. I’m not even sure if he likes me. In a romantic way, I mean. So what if I say something, and it changes everything?”
With a shake of his head, Sunwoo reaches up and swipes his thumb across Eric’s cheek, catching a stray tear. “This is why everyone calls you baby,” he teases, but his touch is so gentle. “You are agonizing. Over this thing with Juyeon, over baseball, over grades, over mating season…. Over us. Yesterday, you asked me if Haknyeonie would be okay. He is probably the most okay out of all of us. Seriously, he scares me. No wonder Hyunjae-hyung is trying to add him to his growing collection of boyfriends.”
“How come Jaehyun-hyung has almost three boyfriends and I don’t have a single one?” Eric whines.
“You could, if you would just—”
“It’s not that simple!” He ignores Sunwoo’s muttered It kind of is, and leans his head on Sunwoo’s shoulder, scenting. “Also, you are just as bad.”
Sunwoo scoffs, “No, I’m not. I’m perfectly fine if Changmin-hyung never returns my feelings. I’m just horny right now; it’ll pass.” He looks down at Eric, running his fingers through Eric’s hair. “Speaking of horny… Stop teasing me, unless you actually want to fuck.”
Eric lets out a confused noise and lifts his head. “I’m not doing anything.”
“Your scent. It’s kind of driving me insane.” Sunwoo leans away, then suddenly moves closer. “Wait, I have an idea. I’m gonna scent you. I bet it’ll make Juyeon so jealous.”
“No it wouldn’t,” Eric says, rolling his eyes, but he lets Sunwoo tug him closer anyway, moves his head to give him access to his scent gland. He’s curious to see how this pans out, even though he knows he’ll only be disappointed in the end. Sure, he was jealous when Juyeon scented Kevin last week, but he’s in love with Juyeon. What reason would Juyeon have to be jealous?
There’s a small hint of possessiveness in Sunwoo’s scent that he insists will rile Juyeon up. It is, unfortunately, riling Eric up as well, and he squeezes his thighs together with a sigh. He should have asked Juyeon to fuck him before he went to baseball practice in the morning, or even yesterday. “There,” Sunwoo says, startling him, “I’m done. Well, I hope that’s enough, because if I did that for much longer, we would be having sex right on this bench, I think.”
“Oh, shut up.” Eric kicks Sunwoo’s shin and scoots away from him, crossing his arms. “You better be ready for me to come crying to you when Juyeon doesn’t react. You’re setting me up for heartbreak here.”
Sunwoo just grins and says, “Nah, you’ll thank me later. Go on and get your man!”
Eric does leave after that, but mostly because the crawling beneath his skin is starting to get unbearable. As soon as he makes it back to his dorm room, he takes off his clothes and crawls into bed, shoving his face into the pillow Juyeon slept on. Sunwoo’s scent mixes with Changmin’s scent from hours before, and Juyeon’s scent lingering in the room joins in to make a delicious combination that has Eric lifting his lower body, getting on his knees. He reaches a hand between his legs, lazily dragging his fingers along his folds with a sigh, using the wetness there to make the glide easier when he rubs against his clit.
His phone buzzes with a call a few minutes later, and he picks it up with his other hand, biting his lip as he puts it to his ear. “Hello? Juyeonie-hyung?”
“Youngjae-yah,” Juyeon says. His low voice is a bit distorted by the phone, making Eric wish that he was here right now, calling out his name, pressing fingers into his skin, hips against his ass and teeth against his scent gland— “Where are you right now?”
Eric shakes the distracting thoughts from his brain. “My dorm.” He circles a finger around his clit, teasing himself as he thinks about what he wants to say. “Will you come over?” he settles on.
Juyeon told him that all he had to do was ask, after all.
“Of course, baby. Do you want me to grab something to eat on the way? I just left the dance practice room, so—” Eric makes a small noise, a frustrated whine that he doesn’t mean to let out, and Juyeon audibly clicks his mouth shut. For a moment, it’s just the two of them breathing, until Juyeon asks, “Ericcie? What’s wrong?”
Ask. All he has to do is ask. “I want you here.”
“I— Yeah, baby, I’m coming over—”
“Now.”
Juyeon is silent again, and Eric immediately regrets cutting him off twice in quick succession. Just as he opens his mouth to apologize, Juyeon takes in a deep breath. “Oh,” he says. “Oh, okay. I’ll be there in five.”
“Please, hyung,” Eric moans out, touching himself in earnest. “Door’s unlocked.” And then he hangs up, throwing his phone aside to focus on the movements of his wrist.
It only takes a minute for him to decide to get his vibrator, leaning over the side of the bed to plug it in before getting back to his previous position. With a groan, he slides it beneath him, rubs it against his clit, and he shivers when he thinks about when Juyeon used this on him. All he can think about is Juyeon, he wants him so bad.
As soon as he turns on the vibrator, the door opens. Juyeon’s scent, his desire, hits Eric full force just a second later, and Eric moans loudly as he grinds down onto his vibrator. “Juyeon-hyung,” he breathes, looking over his shoulder.
Juyeon looks back at him with dark eyes, closing and locking the door behind him before stepping up to the end of the bed. “Yeah, baby, I’m here.” He strips quickly, climbing onto the bed and draping himself over Eric’s back. “Seems like someone else has been here too, though?”
The slow, carefully even tone of Juyeon’s voice gives Eric pause, and he shuts off his toy so he can concentrate a little better. “No one’s been here… I only got to my room a few minutes before you called.”
With a hum, Juyeon presses his nose to Eric’s scent gland and breathes him in. His arm wraps around Eric’s waist, fingers sliding down to drag through his folds and tease at his entrance. “What about here?” he asks, lips brushing against Eric’s skin.
Eric shudders at the feeling of Juyeon’s mouth so close to where he wants it, and then he processes Juyeon’s question. Here, as in where Juyeon’s fingers are prodding. As in Eric’s cunt. Is he… Is he actually jealous, thinking that Eric has fucked someone else? Did Sunwoo’s stupid little idea actually work?
Oh, there’s no way he’s telling Sunwoo anything about this.
“Hyung,” his back arches as he pushes his hips back, feeling Juyeon’s cock hardening against his ass, “you know, I was a slut before I met you.”
Juyeon lets out another hum, a curious little sound, as he starts to scent him, pressing sweet kisses along his neck. “And now?” he asks, catching on quicker than Eric expected.
“I haven’t slept with anyone else since I met you,” Eric whispers. “Just you, hyung.”
Juyeon’s scent, smug and possessive and aroused, overwhelms him, leaves him whimpering into his pillow. “You can fuck whoever you want, Youngjae-yah,” he says, in direct contrast with his pleased scent. “If you want to fuck Sunwoo—”
“I don’t.”
Juyeon laughs, and Eric feels his cheeks flush with embarrassment. “That was a quick response. Fine. If you want to fuck anyone else in the pack,” he presses a kiss to Eric’s neck, his shoulder blade, his spine, “I won’t be upset. I just want you to be taken care of.” Juyeon’s lips leave trails of fire in their wake as he makes his way down, past the small of Eric’s back, over the swell of his ass. “I want to take care of you. Can I do that for you, baby?”
“Yes,” Eric says, pushing back into Juyeon’s touch. “Yes, please, Juyeon-hyung.” He moans at the feeling of Juyeon mouthing at his cunt, as Juyeon’s fingers spread him open. He feels those fingers slide down to his clit, teasing him with the barest of touches, and he whines and wiggles his hips enticingly. “I want you, please.”
“So desperate already.” Juyeon swipes his tongue along Eric’s slit, lapping up his slick with a groan. “It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you, remember?” His other hand smoothes down Eric’s back, keeps him in place as he eats him out.
Eric stills, obedient, his upper body sinking further into the mattress, relaxing against the sheets. He clutches his pillow with one hand, reaches back with the other to grip Juyeon’s hair tight, an attempt to ground himself even as Juyeon’s touch makes his mind feel hazy. His ears burn at the wet sound of Juyeon’s fingers firmly stroking his clit, the smack of Juyeon’s mouth.
It doesn’t take long for him to get close, not with the way Juyeon eagerly licks into his cunt, and he trembles as the pleasure builds, whining as he tugs Juyeon’s hair and pulls him closer. “Fuck, Juyeonie-hyung,” he groans. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna— ah!”
His orgasm washes over him in waves, his hips jerking against Juyeon’s fingers, drawing out every bit of pleasure he can. Before he’s even done, he craves more, his entire body buzzing with need. As good as Juyeon is with his mouth and his fingers, Eric needs his cock.
Juyeon pulls away, and Eric turns to look, right as Juyeon wipes his face of Eric’s slick. He laughs when Eric turns back to hide his blushing cheeks into his pillow. “Getting shy?” he asks, leaning over Eric once again. His arm wraps around Eric’s waist and tugs him close, their bodies pressed together at almost every point.
“No, just…” Eric tilts his head with a sigh, giving Juyeon room to scent him again, practically drenching him in it. It makes him feel wanted, like he belongs to Juyeon, and he moves his head further, hoping to entice Juyeon into biting him. “I’ve never been so… messy before.” He reaches between his legs and grabs Juyeon’s cock, sliding it along his folds.
“Mm, yeah?” Juyeon pulls his hips back slowly, slicking up his cock with Eric’s wet cunt. “You always get messy for me though.” He presses against Eric’s entrance, slowly pushing inside. “So good for me, my baby.”
Eric sinks further into the bed, moaning breathlessly. “That’s… that’s because…,” he tries to respond, but his head is fuzzy, only able to focus on the delicious slide of Juyeon’s cock against his walls. “Oh, fuck….”
Juyeon laughs, breath hitching as he bottoms out, hips pressed firmly to Eric’s ass. “Feels good?” he asks, as if it isn’t obvious just how good Eric feels. His hand slips down from Eric’s waist, sliding between Eric’s thighs. “You take me so well,” he says, fingers tracing along the place where they’re connected, gathering Eric’s slick before coming up to rub at Eric’s clit. He moans when Eric clenches around him. “So tight for me, so wet for me. Such a good puppy, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” Eric trembles, body collapsing further onto the bed, only held up by Juyeon’s arm around his waist, hand on his clit, cock in his cunt. “Yes, please, hyung—”
“Already begging,” Juyeon teases, flicking at Eric’s clit. At Eric’s cries, he finally starts moving his hips, slowly thrusting into him, steadily increasing his pace until he reaches a rhythm that drives Eric insane. His teeth graze Eric’s shoulder, lips gently pressing along the edges of Eric’s scar.
Gasping, Eric squirms beneath him, the soft caresses to his scar almost overwhelming. It’s sensitive, weirdly enough, and he brings a hand up to grab onto Juyeon’s hair to ground himself. His hips push back into Juyeon’s thrusts, already desperate for his knot.
All of his shifting causes the vibrator to roll, ending up underneath him, digging into his side uncomfortably. When he tries to push it away, Juyeon grabs his hand and moves it aside to grab onto the toy himself. With a curious little hum, he rubs the head of it against Eric’s clit. “Have you ever used this while being fucked?” he asks.
Eric shakes his head. He’s never used it with someone ever. Juyeon was the first to even see his vibrator, much less use it on him. He feels dizzy already just thinking about it.
The moment Juyeon flicks the switch, Eric’s hips jerk out of rhythm as he tries to grind against the vibrator. Whining, he shoves his face into his pillow, using both hands to clutch it tight. “Juyeon, Juyeon, Juyeon,” he yells, muffled.
“Fuck, Youngjae, lift your head up, baby,” Juyeon says, fucking him harder. “Let me hear you loud and clear.” He jostles his own hand with each thrust, and his thumb slips on the control, suddenly increasing the intensity.
“Juyeonie-hyung!” With a loud cry, Eric turns his head to the side, the most he can manage like this, getting railed into his mattress with a vibrator at his clit. He feels his impending orgasm in every part of his body, from his head to his toes, all the way to the bone, and his cunt clenches down tight before starting to pulse around Juyeon’s cock. “Hyung, Juyeon-hyung, I’m— ah!”
He jerks violently in Juyeon’s hold as he comes, searing heat spreading throughout his body in one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever had. It feels like it’s neverending, like as long as that vibrator is pressed to his clit, he’ll keep coming and coming, left at the mercy of Juyeon’s fingers. Distantly, past the rush of blood through his veins and his pounding heart, he hears Juyeon’s groans, the wet smack of their hips connecting, the buzz of the vibrator, the tearing of cloth, but he can’t think beyond how good it feels, even as pain starts to mix in with the pleasure.
It’s hard for him to tell how long that moment actually lasts. By the time Juyeon turns the vibrator off and pulls it away, Eric aches deep in his core, clit stinging from overstimulation. The buzzing lingers in his head, and he bites down on his pillow, as if that would help him brush it off. “Oh,” he says when he pulls away. The cloth beneath his fingers is almost shredded. He hadn’t realized he was pulling that hard, or at all.
Juyeon slows to a stop, pressing a kiss to Eric’s shoulder before sitting up. Gently, he takes the pillow out of Eric’s hands and sets it aside, grabbing another pillow to place beneath his head. A slight nudge of Eric’s hip is all he needs to convey his thoughts, and he pulls out to let Eric turn onto his back. “Hi,” he says once Eric is facing him. There’s a little grin on his face that has Eric’s heart racing.
With a flush to his cheeks, Eric wraps his legs around Juyeon’s waist, tugging him closer. “Hi.”
Leaning down, Juyeon captures Eric’s lips in a sweet kiss, tongue swiping along Eric’s bottom lip before pulling away. “Do you feel okay? Do you want to keep going?”
Fuck, Eric knows he shouldn’t be swooning over a guy asking him if he’s okay, but he is so in love. “Yeah,” he says, a little breathless, “I can keep going.”
“I didn’t ask if you could. I asked if you wanted to.” Juyeon slides a hand down Eric’s thigh, the other coming up to caress Eric’s cheek, thumb catching stray tears squeezed out from his orgasm. “You seem very satisfied.”
Eric hums, trying to seem nonchalant, though he knows Juyeon can hear his heart racing, can smell his happy, pleased scent. “I am satisfied,” he admits. It’s not like he can deny it. “But I want you to come too. I want you to knot me.”
Groaning, Juyeon leans in to kiss him again, deeply, thoroughly, tongue curling deliciously around Eric’s. His hand climbs back up Eric’s thigh, gentle strokes along sensitive skin. “You sure?” he asks, directly into Eric’s mouth.
Eric nods before coaxing Juyeon back into kissing, fingers slipping into Juyeon’s hair. His legs hike up around Juyeon’s waist, pulling him closer, enticing, and he feels Juyeon’s hand move higher, thumb sliding along the crease of Eric’s thigh. He breaks the kiss with a laugh, jerking in Juyeon’s grip. “Oh! That tickles.”
“What, right here?” Juyeon caresses the same spot, watches Eric squirm and giggle beneath him with a fond gaze. Slowly, he lines himself up with Eric’s entrance and pushes back inside, pressing his lips to Eric’s jaw as Eric’s laughter breaks off with a breathy moan. “Cute,” he mumbles, and he grins at the way Eric tightens around him in response. “Very cute.”
“Stop teasing and fuck me— oh!” Eric gasps as Juyeon pulls out and slides back in, his thrusts slow but sure, fucking him at an unexpectedly soft pace. The ache he felt before is still there, and it makes itself known each time Juyeon bottoms out, but, past that, there’s a growing heat forming in his core. “Juyeon,” he whimpers, and a beat later, he tacks on, “Hyung.”
Juyeon smiles and presses their foreheads together. “I like when you call me Juyeon,” he whispers, like it’s a secret. “I like hyung too, but… just Juyeon is fine. Good.”
“Juyeon,” Eric says immediately, testing it out. He thinks he called Juyeon by his name earlier during sex too, but now, with permission…. “Juyeon-ah.”
Juyeon shivers, thumb pressing into Eric’s hip, catching the way Eric’s breath hitches at the touch. “Youngjae.” He presses harder, almost bruising, before sliding up to Eric’s chest, fingers circling a nipple. “Youngjae-yah.”
It feels so intimate like this, with Juyeon so close, all Eric can do is stare into his eyes as Juyeon fucks him slow and sweet. The way Juyeon touches his body feels more like a lover than a friend, or even a pack member, and it’s driving him insane. He wants that. He wants that so bad. Is it wrong for him to pretend, just for a little while, that Juyeon is in love with him too?
Fingers tightening in Juyeon’s hair, Eric pulls him down for more kisses, starting with soft pecks that slowly intensify, nipping at Juyeon’s bottom lip before exploring his mouth. The heat in his veins is faint, and he doesn’t expect to come this time, at least not before Juyeon does. It’s fine; he just wants Juyeon’s knot. Craves it, even. He doesn’t need to come to get it.
Fuck, it’s good though. The drag of Juyeon’s cock along his walls, the sound of his moans growing more frequent the closer he gets to orgasm, the feeling of Juyeon’s fingers gently pinching his nipple. Juyeon leans down further, kissing Eric’s jaw, dragging his teeth behind Eric’s ear, and his body brushes against Eric’s stinging clit and pulls moans from Eric’s mouth. “Baby,” Juyeon says, pausing his thrusts to grind in deep, knot starting to swell, “I’m getting close.”
Eric’s orgasm takes him by surprise, legs tightening around Juyeon’s waist as gentle waves of pleasure wash over him. He lets out a short groan from deep in his chest, eyes lidded as he watches Juyeon fall apart above him, hips stuttering as his knot catches in Eric’s pulsing cunt. That buzzing grows louder in his head, beneath his skin, along his teeth, and he looks at the bare skin in front of him and opens his mouth.
The moment his teeth connect with Juyeon’s scent gland, he thinks, Oh. This is what I’ve been craving.
Juyeon gasps and wraps his arms around Eric’s body, pressing them flush together as he comes inside of him. He breathes heavily, holding himself back from something, groaning as his orgasm continues on and on, until finally, he bites Eric’s neck with a whine, digging into Eric’s scent gland.
A rush of emotion invades Eric’s senses, and it’s almost overwhelming in intensity. He feels good, he feels right, he feels complete. This is what he was meant to do all along, what his body has been begging him to do since mating season started, so why is Juyeon so freaked out right now? Why does he feel how freaked out Juyeon is right now?
Eric’s eyes widen as the full meaning of what he’s done— what they’ve done— hits him, and he reluctantly pulls away to look at Juyeon, who looks back with equally wide eyes.
Oh, fuck, he’s mated to Juyeon.