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A fire stretches under his skin, making him feel so hot he can’t stop sweating, sweat so much he can’t help shivering against the air conditioner. His stomach growls, but his appetite is low for much other than certain particular foods, and his chest aches as it fills with want.
Where he lies in his bed, Seungmin is still asleep, and will probably remain asleep for a long time. The alpha looks peaceful under the comforter, glasses discarded to their nightstand, mouth slightly open to reveal his braces.
Minho’s hand snakes over his bare chest, ignoring his hunger or the way his nose burns from the intensity of Seungmin’s scent. He smells like ginger and mint, like a cleaning supply and a candy at the same time. Somehow, Minho loves it. Especially now, as he crawls closer and sticks his nose against the other’s scent glands.
Seungmin squirms, his arm instinctually throwing over Minho’s shoulders before he actually wakes up. Minho doesn’t move, only relishes in the spike in Seungmin’s scent as he comes to lucidity.
“Good morning.” Seungmin says and scratches Minho’s scalp, eliciting a surprise purr from his throat.
“That never happened.” Minho says and pulls away from the man, turning over in the bed. Despite their status as divorcees, they find themselves sleeping in each other’s beds most nights, which Minho claims is to keep any potential nightmares away.
“I can hear your stomach growling from here.” Seungmin comments as he crawls over Minho and out of the bed. “Should I make food?” He asks, yawning and cleaning his glasses before he slips them over his ears and onto his face. He’s looking for his shirt on the floor as he listens for Minho’s response.
“Mmm.” Minho groans. “No appetite.”
“Right,” Seungmin nods. “I really don’t care about your appetite.” He yawns, wiping his eyes. “It was a rhetorical question, tell me what you will and won’t eat.” He demands.
Minho frowns, opening his eyes just to glare at the other. “I don’t want anything sweet.” He declares
“Is that it?” Seungmin asks, looking down at him incredulously
“Eggs.. sound good. And leftover pork belly, if we have any.” He looks away from him.
“There we go.” Seungmin smiles, ruffling Minho’s hair. “I’ll be back soon, okay?” He sings and Minho just turns over and scowls.
When Seungmin leaves the room, he feels slightly… uncomfortable. Like he needs to be around Seungmin 24/7 lest someone try to… claim him for themselves. It’s a stupid thought, a rut driven, irrational urge or maybe even excuse to go stick his nose on the other’s neck, but it’s there nonetheless. And it is persistent.
He swiftly throws his legs over the side of the bed and sits up, rubbing his eyes. He can’t hear any talking from the kitchen, so he assumes Seungmin’s there alone, which makes him feel slightly better. He stands up then, grabs his own glasses and ruffles his hair as he exits the room to go hunt down his… his alpha.
When Minho looks at Seungmin, he registers that the shirt he threw on while leaving the bed is inside out, it’s tag sticking off of the collar proudly. “Your shirts inside out.” He says simply and walks up behind him with little regard for his personal space, hooking his chin over his shoulder and letting himself relax in that position, as it’s exactly what he came into the room to do.
“You should be in bed.” Seungmin says, “I still have to book you somewhere to stay for your rut.”
“Don’t send me away.” He frowns, instead of saying ‘I want to stay.’ Seungmin sighs at his irritability and stubbornness.
“I can’t be in the same dorm as you if you’re going to be rutting.” He says simply.
“Why?” Minho questions dumbly.
Seungmin glares at him, knowing full well that Minho knows why he can’t.
“Is it because you’ll want me too bad?” Minho sings, resisting the urge to kiss the other’s ear as he plates Minho’s food.
“I’ll kill you.” He says, pulling away. “Eat your food, then we can talk.”
Minho feels… strangely clingy, having to really tap into his self control to get himself to pull away. He picks up his fork, and eats as fast as he can, because he doesn’t really want to eat in the first place.
“Slow down or you’ll make yourself sick.” Seungmin says, sitting down with his own food.
Minho just frowns and eats faster so he can wash his plate off and wait. He can’t really tell if he does or doesn’t feel nauseous, but he knows that he does recognize how strong Seungmin’s scent is throughout their house.
“Seungmin…” Minho drawls and walks over to where Seungmin sits. “I’m going crazy.”
“Haven’t you always been crazy?” Seungmin scoffs and chops up the last of his egg to eat. “What’s so different now?”
“I dunno.” Minho shrugs, resting his head on Seungmin’s shoulder.
“Minho?” Seungmin questions, pausing his eating momentarily.
“Mhm?” Minho hums, running his hand over Seungmin’s stomach.
“Don’t tease me, it’s rude.”
“Boohoo.” Minho says. “I don’t want a hotel.” He says instead of being as blunt as his mind oh so wants him to be.
“Then what do you want?” Seungmin asks, but doesn’t even bother looking at him this time, instead eating and hurrying away to the kitchen when he’s done.
Minho feels heat lick under his skin, then over, then behind his ears and between his legs. He blinks and it’s like the world goes glassy for a few seconds, before he comes to again. He just frowns and stares at the ceiling.
“Use your big boy words.” Seungmin says, but when he comes back into the room, he just stares. “Oh.”
“Yeah.” Minho curls in on himself, having a hard time thinking past the strange and sudden, but explainable second spike in Seungmin’s scent. “You want me.” Minho says, smiling.
Seungmin’s ears turn red, his scent permeating the air with his arousal. Minho can see him instinctively cover his neck and wrists, a completely unhelpful impulse. “You’re crazy.” Seungmin finally says
“Told you.” Minho says, “You’re crazy.” He parrots.
“Good god.” Seungmin breathes and pulls off his glasses, setting them on the coffee table and bringing a towel to stuff under their door. He locks the door to their dorm, and wipes sweat off his neck and temples. “C’mon, before my rut gets triggered too.” Seungmin says breathlessly against Minho’s wrist as he pulls him off the couch.
Minho pulls Seungmin closer and wraps his lips over his neck as they walk to their room, pressing himself against Seungmin’s back. “I wanna take my clothes off.” He mumbles against his skin.
“I think that’s productive in this situation.” Seungmin says simply and helps him undress. Minho can’t help but preen at the attention, despite his instincts telling him to fight all the babying he’s getting, he’s always felt a little weak to being taken care of.
“Just to make this clear, you want this too right?” Seungmin asks, his shirt halfway off on his forearms.
“Hmm..” Minho teases, looking off. “I’m not sure what you’re asking,” he lies. “use your big boy words.” He mocks Seungmin’s earlier tone.
Seungmin sighs and walks over to him, “You want to fuck me, right?”
“Terribly badly.” Minho agrees.
“Great, we’re on the same page, then.” Seungmin undresses and Minho tugs at his arms for him to come lie on the bed with him. Seungmin follows him, crawling on top of his body and staring at him.
Instinct overrides Minho’s senses and he flips Seungmin over to be underneath him, eliciting a subtle growl from the other’s throat. “Oh, why are we growling?” Minho hums, licking over his scent gland and effectively scenting the other man. “I thought you wanted me to fuck you?” He teases.
Seungmin’s pupils blow wide and he furrows his brows, scent flowing through the air with the sickly sweet scent of arousal and satisfaction.
Minho preens again at the validation on his end, running his fingers over Seungmin’s bare torso. “I’ve never wanted another alpha before.” He continues.
“Minho.” Seungmin says, picking up his chin and pulling him down until he’s just a breath away from kissing him. “Fuck me already, please.” He begs.
Minho gapes and presses their lips together, the hand previously centimeters off of Seungmin’s nipple now running down between his legs and to his hole. Seungmin’s arm leaves Minho’s chin and opens the drawer on his nightstand, pulling lube out and placing it between them for Minho to find.
Minho squirts the lubricant onto his fingers and sticks them into Seungmin carelessly, not a thought going through his mind about being gentle or careful.
“Ah,” Seungmin groans at the intrusion, squirming slightly under him and biting at his neck. Minho can feel his cock aching between his legs, not like it hasn’t been since he woke up beside the other alpha this morning, but that now it’s leaking and he feels like he could pop a knot just looking at him.
“Tell me when you’re ready.” Is all Minho can say to keep himself restrained, working Seungmin open quickly and sloppily, using probably more lube than necessary, but he’s always liked it wetter.
“I’m ready.” Seungmin says, gripping at his shoulders. “Just go ahead.”
“Right.” Minho nods, lining his cock up with Seungmin’s entrance and pressing his length inside. He groans out, pressing their lips together again as his hips rock into the other man. He can hear Seungmin’s low gasps every time he rocks into his prostate, and his hand reaches up to grip at Seungmin’s dick between them. He grips tight around the top, hand covered in lube.
He learned a while ago that if he gripped himself like that then it’d mimic the feeling of actually fucking something well enough for him to pop his knot and his rut to blow over slightly easier, but he didn’t expect Seungmin to react with so much enthusiasm to the gesture. Seungmin comes into his hand in seconds, before Minho himself has even felt the rise of his own orgasm.
“Wow… you’re so fucking needy.” Minho breathes, kissing him again and fucking into him, continuing to stroke the remaining orgasm out of Seungmin’s cock. He reaches climax moments later himself, his knot fighting Seungmin’s alpha biology, but eventually settling as they both fuck into it.