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“Mingyu-yah,” he calls out, hoping his voice carries through the front door to Mingyu’s cottage. He’s antsy, his head occasionally jerking towards his own home, despite it being within his eyeline.. He doesn’t like leaving Wonwoo alone during his heats; there’s always a creeping worry that it’s not safe, besides the fact that he wants to be there to hold him. Amongst other things. 

“Yeah? You okay?” Mingyu is wiping his hands on a towel. He brings with him the smell of freshly cooked stew when he comes to stand on the other side of his herb garden; maybe Soonyoung can con some of that out of him too. Or maybe that’s a bit too mean, considering.

“Wonwoo’s in heat.” He pauses for a second to let that sink in. Mingyu’s eyes go wide in the way they always do. He’s still a little shy. “Would you…”

“Of course.” Mingyu drops the towel, and awkwardly has to pick it back up. He gives Soonyoung the awkwardest smile in the world. “Do you guys have any food? Want me to bring some around in a bit? I’ll leave it at the door, obviously.”

“I’m sure Wonwoo would love that,” Soonyoung practically purred. No conning necessary; the redness of Mingyu’s ears tells him enough. 

At least Soonyoung doesn’t consider him a threat anymore. Not that he ever really was.

“Let me walk you over,” Mingyu says distractedly as he tucks his dishtowel into his pants. It’s very endearing. Mingyu doesn’t posture in the same way as most of the other alphas. He’s a little more subtle, even though his ego is of a similar size.

The time for protesting Mingyu’s efforts is long past. Not when he’s going to stay up all night like a guard dog outside Wonwoo and Soonyoung’s fence, alert for any possible intrusions. 

They reach the cottage and Mingyu hangs back, waves awkwardly. Soonyoung wonders if he can smell Wonwoo inside from here.

“Mingyu-yah,” he murmurs as he reaches out to touch Mingyu’s arm. “Thank you for keeping us safe.”

Mingyu looks swayed for a second, before rolling his eyes. “You’re laying it on thick, hyung,” he mutters. “You don’t need to.”

Soonyoung grins. “I know,” he says nonchalantly, “but it’s pretty to see you blush. And I really am grateful. Don’t let it get to your ego too much, though.”

Wonwoo is under their furs taking a nap, all pretty eyelashes and bare legs peeking out. He doesn’t take nesting as seriously as Soonyoung, and the furs that smell like them are usually enough to have him as settled as anyone can be during their heat.

Soonyoung climbs on the bed beside him, spooning close. He smells so rich, heady. It makes Soonyoung dizzy. Wonwoo stirs and attempts to wrap his long limbs around him.

Wonwoo seems mildly troubled by Soonyoung’s scent before he realizes it’s Mingyu on him. He scents Soonyoung to cover it anyway, and Soonyoung lets himself be manhandled, amused.

“How’re you feeling, baby?” The pet names slip out when Wonwoo’s in heat, he can’t help it. “Thirsty?”

There’s a click when Wonwoo swallows, but he shakes his head, barely squinting at him. When Soonyoung pulls a deep breath in, he senses the way Wonwoo’s scent sweetens. If Soonyoung burrowed under the blankets right now he thinks it would hit him full force, the smell of his slick and sweat and days of their scents mixed together.

He salivates at the thought. “Want to sleep a bit more?”

“No, I’m good,” he grunts out, his just-woke-up voice. Soonyoung leans in, kisses him to taste it. Wonwoo pushes back and makes Soonyoung’s heart skip a beat. “Want to get off.”

Laughing, Soonyoung lifts the furs and slides in, inhaling the scent that’s even better than he remembered. Wonwoo’s thighs are hot, sweat slicked, and Soonyoung pushes one of his own between, almost where Wonwoo wants it. He gets a huff in response, and Wonwoo tries to chase him. 

“Wait, wait,” Soonyoung giggles. “Are you sure you don’t need anything?”

“Soonyoung,” Wonwoo groans. “I’ll kill you.”

He’s so slick on Soonyoung’s skin, velvety hot. Soonyoung pushes right up against him, and Wonwoo’s hands cover his waist, push him where he wants him while his hips cant up. 

Wonwoo flips him over forcefully, and Soonyoung lets him put him where he wants him. He does love a lapful of Wonwoo. It’s more than that, though, when Wonwoo is riding his thigh, little breaths punched out of him, teeth set into Soonyoung’s shoulder. Between Soonyoung’s legs, his own slick is wetting between his own thighs, his clit throbbing despite not being touched. He’s happy to wait his turn, though, instead drags his nails up Wonwoo’s sides to contrast with the dull kind of pleasure riding Soonyoung’s thigh must be.

It’s a little like getting fucked, the way Wonwoo grinds and thrusts against him. Soonyoung wonders how he can do this so Wonwoo feels the same, imagines how much more amplified it would be for him during his heat. Tucks that thought away for later. 

“Fuck,” Wonwoo moans, finally allowing sound to escape his concentration as he comes, riding it out. A short one. Soonyoung squeezes at his thighs, his waist, touching everywhere he can. 

It’s so incredibly hot to watch Wonwoo take, but Soonyoung likes to give more. Wonwoo doesn’t smell like he’s done, so Soonyoung puts him on his back so he can lie between his thighs. 

“Okay?” he asks as he pets Wonwoo’s hips. “Gonna let me eat you out now?”

“Like I would have said no, at like, any point,” Wonwoo sighs, letting his head fall back. He doesn’t have the stamina for heats. He puts in special effort for Soonyoung’s, he knows. 

“Don’t fall asleep on me.” Soonyoung presses a grin into Wonwoo’s stomach, his navel, imagining the annoyance on Wonwoo’s face. 

He is so wet, it’s everywhere, waiting for Soonyoung to taste, clean him up. He sucks at Wonwoo’s thighs, lets him settle after his first orgasm and build it back up. Doesn’t give him room to cool down, though, the furs still coming up to his ears. It’s better when it’s hotter, closer.

“Soon-” Wonwoo kicks at him a bit, and Soonyoung takes one of his hands, puts it in his hair. Wonwoo spreads his legs for him so sweetly, too. Running the tip of his tongue through his folds, Soonyoung feels how hot he is in his core. 

He runs his tongue over Wonwoo’s pussy so gently, feeling the way Wonwoo wants to squirm. Licks over his entrance lightly, taking a second to push in, and his tongue slips in with no resistance. Wonwoo takes a deep, shuddering breath. 

Taking his time, Soonyoung circles his entrance, keeping Wonwoo’s thighs apart with fingers digging into the softness there. This is where Wonwoo must be craving to be filled, but Soonyoung won’t give it to him yet. He will fuck his tongue into him first, though, trying to get him whining. 

By the time he gets to licking over Wonwoo’s clit, Soonyoung’s drooling and Wonwoo is squirming, digging one of his heels into the middle of Soonyoung’s back to show his frustration. 

“Come on,” Wonwoo gets out, more whine than he would ever admit. “Make me come already.”

Soonyoung starts a steady rhythm at that, dragging his tongue over the underneath of his clit, up and relaxing on the downstroke. Wonwoo’s thighs practically vibrate around him, squeezing him closer. It doesn’t take long to have him gasping when he speeds up, just enough. He lets go of one of Wonwoo’s thighs, lets himself get crushed between them, and slides two fingers in, and that’s enough to have Wonwoo crying out and shuddering. 

Soonyoung wipes his face on Wonwoo’s tunic when he’s allowed to move, and rubs soothingly at Wonwoo’s thigh muscles. They always ache on the first day of his heat. He gets back pain too; he’ll massage Wonwoo’s back later, paying attention where he needs it. 

“Come back,” Wonwoo sighs needily, eyes already closed. He tugs on Soonyoung’s hair, so Soonyoung goes, tucking himself back into Wonwoo’s side. 

“Mingyu said he’d bring food later. Hopefully soon. If you want to nap again.” Soonyoung says the words directly into Wonwoo’s cheek. Wonwoo turns and nips at his jaw lazily. 

“Okay, wake me up. You okay?” 

Probably Wonwoo already knows from how Soonyoung smells, but he asks anyway, and Soonyoung hums and presses himself closer, his nose against Wonwoo’s cheek, breathing him in. 

Wonwoo comes so fast during his heats, but it’s still good for Soonyoung’s ego. It makes him want to purr and say stupid things like an alpha couldn’t do this. They probably could, is the worst part, but Soonyoung’s never seen Wonwoo look at an alpha the way he looks at him, so.

It had first come about on a mating run.The only things he’d known about Wonwoo, someone who existed in the periphery of his life, was that he’s pretty and incredibly fast. No alpha had ever caught him. 

This was fascinating to him, not least because he saw something of himself in it. How was he doing it? Or, more importantly, why?

Soonyoung had followed him out of pure curiosity; did he really not want to be caught?

They always run at twilight, and Soonyoung had been running since he was seventeen. 

Wonwoo too, he thinks. Maybe. They were the same age, he was pretty sure, and ultimately not that many omegas ran, and he definitely remembered Wonwoo at his first run. Still, for Wonwoo it might’ve been earlier.

He knows the woods, knows where the streams lead and where the clearings to avoid are. Ultimately, it was never that difficult to avoid alphas if you really wanted to. Especially if you’re paying attention. Soonyoung had only had a couple of close shaves, enough to not let him get cocky. 

When the horn blows and Wonwoo sprints off, Soonyoung follows Wonwoo’s scent at a jog. It’s only semi-familiar, but before the run Soonyoung had approached him and gotten a lungful of it, plastered himself on Wonwoo’s back like they were the closest of friends. Wonwoo had looked at him so befuddled, it was adorable. Up close, Soonyoung had noticed how stressed he smelled, too, as well as how perfectly symmetrical his lips were.

It might be on his mind as he follows him through an unusual path through the forest. Wonwoo must be popular amongst the pack alphas, even if he is tall and broad shouldered. Soonyoung’s popular too, until they understand how much energy he has, and that he’s a little bit too much. It had hurt when he was younger, but at this point he had come to an understanding of how little he cared. 

As he ducks under branches and zig zags in Wonwoo’s pattern, he wondered how much Wonwoo cared if he was going so far to avoid alphas during the runs. 

The thing about mating runs is that even if you don’t want to be caught, it’s still a rush. Soonyoung’s senses are heightened, his skin hot and oversensitive. He gets wet everytime, and doesn’t really resent it.

The sun still hadn’t set properly when he finds him. He’s sitting by a stream, his breath settling and sweat on his temples, staring up and the color-changing sky. A touch of fear, a touch of arousal in the air. 

“Hey,” Soonyoung called out stupidly. He didn’t know what to say to someone he stalked on a mating run. Wonwoo startled.

“What-”

“How didn’t you hear me coming? I wasn’t exactly quiet,” Soonyoung said, trampling through the long grass to get to the bank of the stream. It’s a nice spot. He does stop when he sees the tension in Wonwoo’s body, ready to run.

“Usually I’m not listening as much as looking for scents,” Wonwoo said cautiously, blinking through what appears to be some kind of haze. He relaxed a touch when he looked at Soonyoung’s face with recognition. 

There was something stirring in Soonyoung. He couldn’t put a finger on it, but he approached until he was just a few paces away. Wonwoo could clearly sense something in the air, because his eyes narrowed.

“Did you follow me here on purpose? Why?”

Soonyoung shifts on his feet, edging to stand between Wonwoo’s possible exits. Is this how alphas feel, tracking them down? He’s done a better job than any alpha has. That’s satisfying.

“I wanted to know why they were having such a hard time catching you. I still don’t have an answer,” he says with a grin. The corner of Wonwoo’s mouth twitches. 

“Just keep moving. Find the good hiding spots. You can smell them coming. I’m sure you know this already though?” Wonwoo tilts his head in consideration. He’s looking at Soonyoung like he can see right through him. “You’ve never been caught either.”

Wonwoo really does smell good. 

Opening his mouth to continue their playful banter, Soonyoung paused when that scent intensified. Did Wonwoo feel a thrill for getting caught?

Instead, he crouches a little on instinct, ready to pounce but aware enough to give Wonwoo the warning he probably deserves. The eye contact made his heart thrum. Especially when Wonwoo didn’t take the opportunity to run.

He’d pounced, and Wonwoo had feinted to the left but still Soonyoung managed to get him by the waist anyway and tackle him to the ground.

They’d ended up rolling around next to a stream, Wonwoo trying to push him off and get away, finally pinning Soonyoung down while he laughed in Wonwoo’s face. Apparently he was stronger. He’d looked so nonplussed, Soonyoung couldn’t stop. 

They were probably out of range for any alphas to catch them yet, and Soonyoung knew that even if someone appeared, they could both probably get away. Soonyoung would push an alpha into the water if he had to. 

So he took a calculated risk, half curiosity and half hormonal arousal, because he’d never been caught either and his instincts were a little disappointed every time he walked away unfucked and unfulfilled.

“Why are you running so hard?” he asked, blinking up at Wonwoo and wriggling his legs. Wonwoo had him in a loose grip. He could slip out at any time. He really didn’t want to.

“Isn’t that the point?”

“You don’t want to be caught?”

The way Wonwoo looked down at him caught him off guard. He wanted to have a lengthy discussion about it. Ideally with some kind of alcohol, in front of a fire, on some furs.

“Well, I caught you,” Soonyoung said, half-smug and half-joking, just to see how Wonwoo would respond. 

Wonwoo’s lips twitched up in one corner momentarily. “Not sure about that. You didn’t exactly pin me down.” 

He leaned up and kissed Wonwoo, who’d been so taken by surprise he’d just made this little sound, hadn’t even pulled away. 

They’d ended up grinding, Wonwoo coming with his slick soaking through two layers of clothing against Soonyoung’s thigh and Soonyoung shuddering with Wonwoo’s fingers pressed up against him over his loose pants. 

They’d had to run again after that, but Wonwoo was so good at finding places to hide, and he took Soonyoung with him.

-

“When did Mingyu say he would stay out until?” Wonwoo’s voice is a little rough, more than a little deep after going a few rounds and taking another short nap. Soonyoung could swim in it. He shrugs.

“He didn’t. To be honest, I think he stays out there all night.”

Wonwoo presses his lips together and looks perturbed. Soonyoung shakes his head, puts a soothing hand on his stomach so he relaxes minutely. “You don’t need to worry about him.”

“I’m not worried about him… doing something stupid,” he mutters. “I’m just… I feel bad.”

Soonyoung grins, pushing himself up to hover over Wonwoo again. He’s still so warm, radiating a blushing heat, and when he’s like this, Soonyoung just wants to kiss bite eat .

“We should invite him in to help, one day,” Soonyoung muses. 

Wonwoo covers his face with his hands, the red flush on his neck intensifying with the mental images that are currently filling Soonyoung’s mind probably filling his too - Mingyu over him, Soonyoung holding Mingyu down so Wonwoo could use his knot. There’s a lot of feelings that brings out in Soonyoung that he’d like to explore at a later time. 

“Surely you’re too possessive for that,” Wonwoo croaks eventually, pulling Soonyoung down and pushing his face into Soonyoung’s neck. 

Soonyoung is love-stupid enough that every time Wonwoo acknowledges him or them like that, looks into Soonyoung’s personality or reads him for the room and leaves him open and vulnerable, his heart clutches a little. Even if, in this case, it’s not quite as true as Wonwoo perhaps thinks.

He just hums. “I haven’t really worked it out in my head yet,” he confesses. Wonwoo just laughs. 

Wonwoo is so incredibly beautiful in his heats. He’s beautiful all the time, but like this, Soonyoung would do anything for him. He wonders if Wonwoo feels the same during Soonyoung’s, if how irritating he is is transcended by how sweetly he begs or how good he smells. And Soonyoung knows - he is irritating.

Not enough for Wonwoo to not stick around, though. 

Soonyoung had known the first time they spent Wonwoo’s heat together that he wanted to keep him. The way he responded to Soonyoung’s touches made his heart race, and Wonwoo had smelled so satisfied and comfortable, even though Soonyoung had only worked him with his fingers and mouth. There had been a moment where Soonyoung’s brain clicked, he thought, why would we need an alpha here?

And a few weeks later, during Soongyoung’s heat, gods. He’d known for sure. Getting a knot was so far from his mind when Wonwoo’s long, pretty fingers were thrusting into him, a look of concentration on his face because he was still so new to understanding another omega body. It didn’t take him long, though. He had Soonyoung figured out fast enough.

Wonwoo does everything quietly, normally. Moves through the world without drawing too much attention, unless someone’s eyes caught his face, then they’d linger. He speaks quietly, even comes quietly, normally - he’d been so quiet that first time on the mating run, Soonyoung had wondered if he’d really enjoyed it.

He loves Soonyoung quietly too. Everything falls apart a little bit during his heats, though. Soonyoung won’t lie and say it doesn’t satisfy something deep in him to be wanted like that; in return, he takes as good of care of Wonwoo as he can. 

The next time Wonwoo wakes up wanting, calling Soonyoung while he’s trying to organize their cooking utensils, he kisses Wonwoo deep and slow while pulling him on top. His fever hot body dwarfs Soonyoung’s, and he rocks his hips down to get friction on anything of Soonyoung he can reach. 

“Poor baby omega wants to get filled up,” Soonyoung coos, and gets a nnrhhhhg in response. He’ll catch shit for that later. “Spread your legs, baby.”

Wonwoo’s legs find their spots either side of Soonyoung’s hips, his head down on Soonyoung’s shoulder, and Soonyoung wastes no time getting a hand between them. Two fingers, since he’s so wet and ready, rub his hole before sliding in to the first knuckle. 

It’s barely anything, Soonyoung knows, but he also knows he’s made Wonwoo come this way before, shallowly fucking him with his fingers pressing up. He presses another finger in for good measure and starts thrusting them in steadily. 

When Wonwoo comes, he doesn’t stop, keeps fucking into him, maybe moving a little faster. Teeth dig into his shoulder as Wonwoo wails wantonly. He wonders if Mingyu can hear them. 

“I’m gonna… fuck ,” Wonwoo groans, and slick basically gushes down Soonyoung’s hand when he keels forward and comes again. Soonyoung takes his weight and lays him on his side.

“You’re so easy, baby,” Soonyoung says wondrously. He’s been trying to ignore how turned on he is, squeezing his thighs together and trying to focus on Wonwoo, but when Wonwoo pushes his hand away he slides it straight into his own pants. He shudders when he feels how wet it is, mixing with his own slick when he touches his folds, spreads it over as he goes to touch his clit. 

He gets himself off fast, squeezing one of Wonwoo’s wrists and panting as he gets close. His shoulder aches with the imprint of Wonwoo’s teeth. It’s better when Wonwoo does it, but Wonwoo looks like he currently doesn’t have any bones. He does lean in and kiss Soonyoung, though, gentle and sweet, sleepy. 

Soonyoung whines when he’s close because there’s a good chance Wonwoo will find it either hot or cute, and judging by the way he gets his lip bitten and his nipple pinched, it’s the former. 

“You smell so good,” Wonwoo mutters into his mouth, and Soonyoung tips over the edge as Wonwoo leans back to see what he’s doing, muscles tightening and picturing Wonwoo doing the same moments earlier. 

He goes to respond, but has to take a few extra breaths. Wonwoo curls around him in the meantime. 

“I wish you were always this cuddly,” he complains, and Wonwoo pinches him. 

Suddenly there’s a noise outside their front door. Soonyoung stiffens and Wonwoo flinches back, drawing his feet up, both of them falling deadly silent. There’s no window near the bed to check what’s going on. 

Soonyoung thinks about the distance between him and their cooking knives. 

“Ah, dammit-” Mingyu’s voice is so quiet but distinct. There’s shuffling, and Soonyoung relaxes minutely. He probably dropped something, or tripped. The sound of dishes knocking against each other 

“Baby, it’s Mingyu,” Soonyoung says soothingly, reaching to pull Wonwoo close again from where he’s pushed himself against the wall. 

There’s a soft knock at the door, and Mingyu calls, “I brought food!” before Soonyoung hears the steps away from the house. He doesn’t linger at all; they really need to get him some kind of gift, something to repay him, Soonyoung thinks.

Wonwoo hasn’t relaxed; the tension in his muscles says he’s ready to run, and one look at him tells Soonyoung that he’s not all there, dazed but on high alert, fearful. He smells like pure panic. 

“It’s okay, baby, it’s just Mingyu, and he’s gone, I promise,” Soonyoung coos at him, forcing his own fear response down. He puts one of Wonwoo’s hands on his chest and breathes deep, encouraging Wonwoo to follow. Leans in to scent him. “It’s okay, we’re safe.” 

It leaves a bad taste in his mouth, this reaction. He wants to stay calm and not be angry at the world, not think about that creeping danger to their lives. Ideally he’d be eating stew with Wonwoo in his lap right now. He soothes Wonwoo as best he can and tries to stay away from the anger, resentment, fear.

“Sorry,” Wonwoo mutters, still dazed. Stroking his hair, Soonyoung kisses him, deep and slow. 

“Don’t apologize. Are you hungry? I think it’s beef…” Wonwoo clings a little when he tries to pull away and collect the food. Soonyoung understands the need; something is unbalanced when he’s no longer in contact with Wonwoo when he’s feeling like this. 

He collects the food, and spots Mingyu sitting on a little stool on the other side of their fence. He turns around immediately when he hears the door opening and Soonyoung gives him a little wave in thanks. The whites of Mingyu’s teeth in his smile are bright in the dark. 

“Want me to feed you? Come here,” Soonyoung pulls him so they sit next to each other at the end of the bed, and he’s grateful that Mingyu brought all of the bowls and spoons. Poor Wonwoo looks barely coherent, but he gets fed, which is what’s important. 

After that, he lays Wonwoo down and fucks him deep with his fingers until he comes, gives him a minute to recover, and then does it again because he wants Wonwoo to actually have more than two hours of sleep, ideally. 

They always wait a while before using the knot they have, which is made of glass and was commissioned as a joke by one of their omega friends who may or may not be being courted by the village glassblower. Soonyoung can’t imagine that anyone other than Seungkwan would have been able to persuade an alpha to spend hours making a glass knot.

The waiting makes it better, but sometimes they don’t use it anyway. Soonyoung doesn’t feel like he craves it during his heats; it’s more the way Wonwoo watches him hungrily when he fucks Soonyoung with it. 

And then there’s the fact that they have to clean it, and it’s always better when they heat water and warm it up first, and neither of them are that kind of patient. 

While Wonwoo is taking a long sleep, he boils the kettle on the fire. He’s trying extra hard this heat, for whatever reason. Maybe Wonwoo looking so vulnerable has him acting up. 

He wakes Wonwoo up to drink water when he’s done, but he can barely get him to focus enough to hold a glass. 

“Soon,” Wonwoo pleads at him, immediately pressing his legs together. This is probably the peak of his heat. He’s never looked prettier, even with sweat dampened hair and blotchy cheeks. 

“I’m coming, don’t– drink this, first, at least,” Soonyoung bats away one of the hands that was trying to reach between his legs, forcing water into Wonwoo before he gets too distracted. He crows with his success when the cup is drained, rewarding Wonwoo with his full attention. 

“What do you want?” 

“Let me touch you already,” Wonwoo says frustratedly, but his fingers are already there, tickling Soonyoung when they brush against the hair between his legs. 

“Anytime. Do I ever say no? I’ll sit on your face if you want,” Soonyoung jokes, but his smile fades at the way Wonwoo’s gaze turns hungry. He flops back on the bed, and Soonyoung is forced to follow with Wonwoo’s hand wrapped around his wrist. 

“Please,” is all Wonwoo says. Knee walking over, Soonyoung puts his hands on the wall. He’ll keep the warming glass knot as a surprise for later. 

“Don’t have to ask so nicely.” Wonwoo’s hands are big on his thighs, and he’s pulled to hover over Wonwoo’s face. “This really going to satisfy you? Don’t want my fingers in you right now?” 

It’s a resounding no , the noise Wonwoo makes when his mouth makes contact with Soonyoung’s pussy. He never knows where to hold on to when they do this, because even though he has more muscle in his thighs than Wonwoo, he still shakes and falls apart easily and needs to cling to something.

Wonwoo closes his eyes ( pretty pretty pretty ), a little crease appearing between his eyebrows, and pulls Soonyoung’s hips down, parting Soonyoung’s folds with an open mouthed kiss, tongue sliding in quickly and licking up, up, up to Soonyoung’s clit. All he can do is try not to break Wonwoo’s nose when his hips buck forward. 

There’s a deep satisfied rumble from Wonwoo’s chest. It’s uncoordinated, more like Wonwoo is trying to eat him for his own satisfaction than focusing on making Soonyoung come, but Soonyoung’s so easy for that, loves that attention. 

“Yeah, just– like that, please,” Soonyoung whines when Wonwoo flicks at his clit with his tongue. He rocks his hips, gentler, and feels the slide of his slick on Wonwoo’s lips. It makes his toes curl. 

Soonyoung lets himself be consumed by the way it feels to be completely consumed by Wonwoo, who's so desperate for him he’d forgo his own pleasure to taste him. Even for minutes when Soonyoung doesn’t come as fast as Wonwoo would, he doesn’t get impatient for it. 

He pushes against the wall and squeezes one of Wonwoo’s hands when he comes to avoid breaking his face. Tongue out, Wonwoo keeps going, and Soonyoung has to fight him to get off.

“ Stop , Wonwoo,” Soonyoung laughs breathlessly, squirming. He goes to stand but apparently that’s a mistake, his legs are too weak and Wonwoo makes a hurt sound when he’s too far away. “I’m literally getting the– okay, give me one second.” 

The glass is the perfect temperature. Unfortunately, Soonyoung is shaking when he picks it up, and he doesn’t drop it but it’s a close call. Also unfortunate is that Wonwoo doesn’t see, his body twisting on the furs, fingers already between his legs, biting his lip. Soonyoung puts himself there too, knocking his knees apart.

“Let me help,” he whispers. He tugs lightly on Wonwoo’s hand, pulling his fingers out from where they’re buried deep in him, and directs him to touch his clit instead. His back arches at even the ghost of Soonyoung’s touch on him. “Sensitive.”

“Help,” Wonwoo practically moans. 

Soonyoung kisses his knee, the closest thing to him. “I am, I’ve got you. You’re so pretty, Wonwoo-ah,” he says, sliding the tip of the cock against his folds. He’s so pink and lush and wet, swollen. 

“Uh,” Wonwoo replies intelligently, hips bucking. Soonyoung leans in and rests his forearm over Wonwoo’s hips to stop him. “Want that, please, just put it in–”

It goes in so easy, all stretch and no friction. Wonwoo moans, low and anguished when he lets it slip out, so he pushes back in, further. Fucks it into him slowly, deeper each time, obscene wet sounds filling the room. 

“You take it so good. Look at you. So pretty. How many times do you think you can come on this?” Soonyoung starts a low murmur of encouragement to comfort him but it’s probably unnecessary, Wonwoo’s so far gone. Maybe he’s wrong, though, because Wonwoo’s free hand flies to grab his where it’s holding him down. 

“More, Soonyoung, give it to me, baby,” he pants mindlessly. So Soonyoung goes harder, thrusting hard and deep with their toy. The knot at the base bumps Wonwoo’s labia, teasing him. 

Wonwoo swears and Soonyoung can barely hold him down as he comes, getting fucked through it and panting. He doesn’t plan on stopping, though. 

“You’re going to take this knot now you’re all wet and loose,” Soonyoung says, pushing himself up the bed to lie half-covering Wonwoo. As far as he can get considering his height in comparison. Wonwoo’s eyes are filling with tears, but he hasn’t stopped the steady circles on his clit, so Soonyoung takes that as his go signal.

According to Seungkwan, this knot is ‘medium-sized’. Soonyoung will take his word for it. It flares gradually at the base to allow for the fact it won’t inflate inside, so it’s not hard for Soonyoung to start pushing it in, little by little. 

Small cries sound like they’re being punched out of Wonwoo, and Soonyoung can taste the want, desperation, too much in his scent. A hand scrabbles at his back, scratching him. 

“You can take it,” he whispers in Wonwoo’s ear. “That’s good, so good, doesn’t it feel so good?”

One time, Soonyoung had asked.

“What do you think about? When we use the knot?” 

Wonwoo’s lips had tilted up ever so slightly in one corner. “You,” he’d answered. 

That’s what Soonyoung thinks about when he kisses Wonwoo, then, muffling the wrecked sounds Wonwoo is making; he hopes that Wonwoo thinks of nothing but him, that it’s just Soonyoung Soonyoung Soonyoung . The way Soonyoung is all the time, just Wonwoo Wonwoo Wonwoo even when they’re apart.

It’s gorgeous when Wonwoo takes the full brunt of the knot, mouth dropping open and crying out in that rough voice that Soonyoung loves. He only has to thrust it in (so careful) once or twice before Wonwoo comes again, practically sobbing with oversensitivity. 

To pull out the knot Soonyoung goes down the bed again because he wants to see Wonwoo all stretched out like that. The knot slides out with ease, but Soonyoung experimentally fucks the rest of the cock back into Wonwoo after, tilting it to press up against Wonwoo’s front wall. 

Wonwoo writhes, fingers digging into the furs and hips coming off the bed. “Can you take it again?” Soonyoung asks, although he’s not quite sure whether Wonwoo will be able to process what he’s saying.

Soonyoung stops moving nonetheless, because three times is a lot for Wonwoo. He waits patiently for Wonwoo to open his eyes and look at him. “Baby? Can you?”

“Yes, I can, I can,” Wonwoo rumbles desperately. “Please, please–”

Soonyoung starts up again, a little more forceful now Wonwoo takes it easier and he’s all stretched out. Wonwoo makes a high, sharp sound every time it hits him just right. Soonyoung presses down on his stomach again to hold him down, but this time with the palm of his hand, and he’s not sure he’s imagining the feeling of the cock thrusting inside. 

Wonwoo’s legs are spasming, and Soonyoung recognizes that the end point will be when Wonwoo pushes him away. In the meantime he presses up against Wonwoo’s clit from outside the lips of his pussy and watches him open up, nudging the flared base of the knot inside to see him stretch more. 

His lips and tongue are somewhat numb from the past day but he can’t help himself, flattening himself to the bed so he can attach himself to Wonwoo’s clit and suck. His head is wiped clean of all thoughts except the effort of keeping up the rhythm, making it good for Wonwoo. 

The hands that push into Soonyoung’s hair and are shaking. Wonwoo takes him like that for minutes on end, his cries turning into sobs until he’s finally pulling on Soonyoung’s hair and saying “ stop stop stop. ”

Wonwoo’s pussy barely flutters closed when he pulls the cock out, glistening with so much slick it has leaked down on the bed. Soonyoung moans out loud when he sees it, wonders if riding Wonwoo’s thigh would be too much for him right now. 

He crawls up to kiss Wonwoo’s face, the tear tracks that have formed on his temples, finding one of his hands to hold. He’s pretty sure Wonwoo is acting on instinct for how aroused Soonyoung smells when he pushes a thigh between Soonyoung’s, making a noise low in his throat. 

Grinding down, Soonyoung encompasses him in his arms, putting his mouth next to Wonwoo’s ear so he can whisper in his ear how good he is, how much he wants him, how good he smells, how turned on just watching made him.

“Gods,” he moans as he rides Wonwoo’s thigh into relief. Wonwoo’s breaths still come ragged and fast. Vaguely, Soonyoung hopes he isn’t gripping him too hard because he has his fingers pressed up against the base of Wonwoo’s neck, the middle of his back. He comes again with a drawn out “ ughn ,” his throat exposed.

Holding him close, plans start forming in his mind about the next courting gift he can make or obtain for Wonwoo, because if they’re not mated then he’s going to take advantage. 

It wasn’t him that got the first gift, though. One day he’d woken, set out for the hunting lodge in the early hours, and there had been a package on his parents’ doorstep. Soonyoung had received them in the past, but not for months, since he’d stopped participating in the mating runs and dancing at the bonfire parties, busy with sneaking off with Wonwoo and trying to understand the best way to make them work without the village losing their collective minds.

So the gift was unnecessary as well as unexpected. There wasn’t an instinctual need to prove themselves to each other. Still, the leather necklace made his heart flutter, the wooden charm roughly carved, clearly by Wonwoo himself. Soonyoung still wears it sometimes. 

Furs were the obvious choice in return. He was in the hunting party so it wasn’t difficult, although he did make it hard for himself when he decided only the best was acceptable. 

Wonwoo’s face when he’d presented him with that bear pelt had been so incredibly worth it, though. 

–

When Wonwoo starts to run his hands under Soonyoung’s shirt, light caresses that turn into hungrier touches, Soonyoung flips him on his front and eats him out from behind. 

Wonwoo’s high moan fills the room, his thighs trying to pull together as he comes again, and Soonyoung doesn’t stop fucking him insistently with his tongue through it. Laps at him afterwards while he melts into a puddle, listening to those sounds, like the sweetest song. 

There’s a spot right where Soonyoung is resting his cheek that he could bite to make Wonwoo his mate. 

Soonyoung wants to bite him so badly.

He will, one day. He’s already promised himself. Wonwoo hasn’t asked for anything; it’s a mutual understanding, he thinks, that it would be a terrible idea when they don’t know where they stand. Not with each other, but with the pack. 

They have such a safe, warm space to call home. Soonyoung wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he lives in fear that the pack will ruin it. That some alpha will decide enough is enough and barge into their house, force something upon one of them, or that the pack leaders will tear them apart, calling them abominations, or simply rolling their eyes at them and pull them apart. 

Biting Wonwoo won’t help him, not yet. It would just draw even more attention to them, and he doesn’t even think it would be regarded as a legitimate claim. 

Everyone thinks Soonyoung is some kind of evil mastermind seducer, which alphas find hot until they don’t. 

They don’t recognize any of that in Wonwoo, who’s a tad shy and keeps his thoughts and expressions to himself. Soonyoung feels lucky to witness them, even. Anyway, Soonyoung’s not the mastermind here. It’s Wonwoo who started to ingratiate himself with village elders, with important alphas like the head of the school and Mingyu’s family, knowing they’d need the support. He did that before they’d even really talked about what they had.

He’d been the one to tell Soonyoung he was going to start using Mingyu’s scent to hide what they were doing, too. That hadn’t lasted too long, Soonyoung couldn’t handle it. 

No wonder Wonwoo thought he was possessive. It’s not the same anymore, though, Soonyoung would swear. It’s been a year. He doesn’t feel that crawling under his skin at the wrong scent, but he still wants to bite him. 

Wonwoo did nearly leave a mark during Soonyoung’s last heat, so he knows that Wonwoo understands how he feels, at least. He thanks the gods that Wonwoo has never truly asked him, during his heats or otherwise, because he knows he’d crumble in seconds. 

He sucks a mark there instead, and Wonwoo’s shiver is bone deep. “Love you,” Soonyoung whispers. 

–

Mingyu doesn’t reappear with food so he prepares whatever he can with the vegetables they have, feeding Wonwoo bread dipped in soup and then sweets they had tucked away for this occasion. 

He’s somewhat thankful that Mingyu didn’t have to come back, because Wonwoo’s reaction had been so negative to hearing him be outside, familiar and trusted alpha or not. Thinking about the way Wonwoo had smelled makes his heart start to pound and he has to distract himself to not let Wonwoo be able to tell. 

He’d only smelled Wonwoo be truly, genuinely afraid and hurt once before, and he never wanted to experience that again.

It was just a few months after the mating run, when everything was still fresh and they were edging around each other, Soonyoung coming to find him after he’d said goodbye to the pups at school everyday so he could walk Wonwoo home. 

They often take a walk by the river that flows through the edge of the forest so Wonwoo can de-stress, let go of the effects of having twenty pups around and on him for five hours. Soonyoung enjoys it far too much, talks while Wonwoo doesn’t and fills the silence, Wonwoo’s fingers folded in his. 

“I told Jeonghan– He said he’s going to chase Hao if he has to, the next run. It’s next week, he doesn’t have time to get in shape,” he laughs, and Wonwoo’s smile lifts his cheeks, turns his eyes into crescents. “I said I’d help him, if I can. Maybe you can too, we can help him find Minghao–”

Wonwoo’s smile has dropped. Trailing off, Soonyoung feels his fingers slip away. 

“Soonyoung-ah,” he’d said slowly, coming to a stop. His eyes implored Soonyoung to stop, look at him, read him right. “I’m not playing around with this.” 

The what? dies on Soonyoung’s tongue. “I’m not either?”

“You… I don’t think you are, necessarily, I just need you to know. I’m not running, next week. Are you… really going to run?”

“I run because I know I can get away,” Soonyoung makes himself say. He reaches for Wonwoo’s hand. “Not because I’m looking for an alpha.”

“I kind of get that but… it’s a big risk, and I’m not sure that I… completely believe you.” Wonwoo hesitates so much making his sentences. It made it hurt more when what he said hits, deep in Soonyoung’s chest. Or maybe it was his scent, wounded and bitter with disappointment. 

“You think I do want to be caught?” Wonwoo’s adam's apple bobs as he swallows. “Have I not given you enough reason to think otherwise?”

“I don’t know what it looks like to be serious when there aren’t any boundaries or… courting rituals that omegas do together. I don’t know what it’s supposed to look like. I want this to be real for you.”

“Where is this coming from?” Soonyoung wondered aloud, stepping forward to cup Wonwoo’s cheeks in his hands. “Doesn’t it feel real? It feels real, has felt real to me.”  The corners of Wonwoo’s mouth pulled down.

“Junhui’s dam caught me today.”

Oh. “Did she say something?”

“She said that she’s seen what we’re doing and that we’re disgusting. And that if I’m not going to get mated of my own volition she’s going to ask the village elders to do something.

“Then something about me being around children.” Wonwoo’s nose scrunches up, and not in the cute way it does when he smiles. 

That’s a lot of information to process, and it takes Soonyoung a second, the importance of it all registering. 

“I’m sorry,” Soonyoung breathed. He’d known it was coming at some point, but didn’t realize it would be so soon. They were both flailing now, the rug pulled out from under them. “That must’ve been a lot to take in.”

It was very real, then, everything Soonyoung had worried for over the past weeks. 

“You heard all of that, and thought to immediately ask me if I’m serious.” 

Wonwoo moved in, leaned his forehead against Soonyoung’s. His scent is so strong up close, and it throws Soonyoung into a feedback loop of sad-distraught. 

Often, when he didn’t know him better, Soonyoung had thought that Wonwoo could’ve been an alpha, he’s tall and broad enough, has a quiet, powerful sensibility, but now he knows better.

“I want you as my mate,” Wonwoo says. Soonyoung’s mouth opens and closes as he takes it in. It’s not like the concept is new, because he’s been thinking about it for months. But said out loud, put into the world as real as the trees next to them or as sure as the river flowing behind him, it takes his heart and plants real seeds there. Of the future. Wonwoo, his future. 

He only needed to say it once, before it became true for Soonyoung. 

“I want that too.”

–

Sometime on the third day, in the afternoon, Wonwoo wakes up and is lucid. Still feverishly hot, his scent still that kind of intense and enticing that makes Soonyoung’s stomach twist, but he’s complaining about the stickiness of their furs and the pain in his thighs. 

“You okay?” Wonwoo asks as he pushes himself against the wall, buries further into aforementioned sticky furs. He looks exhausted. Soonyoung makes him sit up to drink more water. 

“Just peachy. What about you? Sore?”

Closing his eyes, Wonwoo nods. Soonyoung kisses his forehead crease away. 

“Ride it out for a little while?” 

Once he’d asked Seungkwan about this, out of curiosity. Or maybe he’d mentioned it in passing, you know when you’re so sore on the last day so you just kind of cuddle? , and Seungkwan had looked at him like he’d grown two heads. Soonyoung had realized that maybe it wasn’t normal to sit on their heat, not enjoy it but…

He and Wonwoo would scent each other, hold each other, kiss. It’s much more gentle, and usually because they’re sore like Wonwoo is now, and Soonyoung goes to get the ointment before it hurts to leave the bed. 

He applies it ever so gently between Wonwoo’s legs, where he’s puffy and red and oversensitive. Gets a sigh in response as Wonwoo relaxes minutely. The heat still has a strong hold, and they can go again later, but it’s nice not to need a full day of recovery because they fucked for three days straight. 

“Let me in,” he insists, tugging at the furs, and Wonwoo envelops him and then tucks them in firmly once more. Heavy rocks on a riverbed. Their legs are tangled, and Soonyoung is given a pleased almost-purr when he kneads at Wonwoo’s thighs. 

Outside, the afternoon sun shines strongly, and a flock of birds flies south for the winter. When the heat is over, they’ll have another mating run to avoid, it’s that time of year. Soonyoung wants to go hunting and secure them some new furs, get something new to wrap Wonwoo in when it gets cold. 

When Wonwoo’s heat intensifies, he curls in and rests his forehead on Soonyoung’s shoulder. Soonyoung traces circles on his back, runs his fingers through his hair, kisses his neck where his bite should be, feeling him pull in deep breaths. Wonwoo had told him once that he smells like summer. 

“You just smell happy,” he’d said, always one to speak plainly. 

Hopefully it’s comforting, Soonyoung doesn’t know, he can’t smell himself, but the way Wonwoo shudders and licks at his scent glands satisfies all of his omega instincts.

“Omega magic,” he’d said when he recounted that conversation with Seungkwan, and Wonwoo had laughed incredulously even though Soonyoung could tell he’d understood.

He pulls Wonwoo up to kiss him, and they spend a long time absorbed in the wet slide of their mouths together, giving and taking. Only pulling away when Wonwoo needs to breathe, and Soonyoung can feel how wet he just got where they’re tangled up. Wonwoo’s eyes shine in the sun that trickles in through the window. 

“So pretty,” Soonyoung says again, probably sounding like one of those birds that wakes them up every morning with their repetitive trilling, but he can’t help himself. 

Wonwoo bites Soonyoung’s cheek, as he’s been known to do. “Stop,” he says, his voice vibrating through to Soonyoung’s body. 

“I won’t, you can’t make me.” That gets him Wonwoo’s fingers digging into his thigh, another classic Wonwoo move when he feels shy or maybe just wants to remind Soonyoung he’s not the calm, placid omega everyone else thinks he is.

He wants to open a window but it’s still too early. If Mingyu’s out there it’ll bother him, too. “Stinks in here,” he complains, expecting Wonwoo’s annoyed expression.

“Don’t say that about me.” Wonwoo doesn’t pinch him again, instead running his fingers over Soonyoung’s ribs threateningly before dipping down all the way between Soonyoung’s legs, where he knows Soonyoung is the most ticklish with the lightest of touches. 

“Don’t,” Soonyoung warns him. “Actually, it won’t work, I’m too turned on.”

Wonwoo laughs. Soonyoung wants to say things like you’re so pretty when you laugh but it’s very unnecessary and he’s already been threatened.

“If I touch you, I’ll have to go next, and I thought we were riding it out,” Wonwoo says smugly. Soonyoung bites him back, going for the neck, right above his scent glands. “Ah, Soon, don’t–”

Apologetically, Soonyoung soothes the skin with his mouth and tongue. Wonwoo’s scent had spiked in a telling way, the same thoughts Soonyoung was just having about biting for real probably swimming in his mind. It’s probably not enough of an apology, so he coaxes Wonwoo onto his front so he can rub his lower back. 

“Mmh, thank you.” There’s so many knots in the muscles; he likes to listen to Wonwoo’s moans when he kneads them out carefully, well practiced in the art of Wonwoo’s back at this point. He makes sure to follow with his mouth, leaving kisses in his wake. Wants to do Wonwoo’s thighs, too, but something about being able to touch him like this, bare from his shoulders down to his little waist, and feeling Wonwoo’s satisfaction gets him too turned on, so he plasters himself along Wonwoo’s back when he’s finished instead, listening for his heartbeat.

Something’s not quite right, though. Wonwoo stays face down in the pillow, the tang of anxiety still running through his scent. 

“What is it?” He lifts Wonwoo so he can breathe, spooning up behind him instead. 

Wonwoo’s eyes are closed. “I want you to bite me.”

Soonyoung swallows. He’d hoped that wasn’t it. 

 “I want that too.” He wraps his arms around Wonwoo as tight as he can. “But…”

“I know. Please don’t do a review of all of the reasons we can’t right now, I don’t think I’ll take it well.” 

They can have a proper discussion after Wonwoo’s heat, when he doesn’t feel the sting of rejection that the heightened emotions of heats force upon you. Soonyoung is used to it being him; he’s more emotionally volatile, and Wonwoo does the soothing in his quiet, calm way. Soonyoung’s heart aches with Wonwoo like this. 

Don’t ask me or I’ll do it , he begs inside his head. 

“Hey, don’t think I’m stringing you along. Or ask me if I’m serious again. I won’t get another omega pregnant and leave you,” he jokes weakly. 

When Wonwoo laughs this time it comes out wet and weak. Soonyoung clutches him closer, scenting him. 

“You better not. I could probably ask Mingyu to… I don’t know, do you think he could kill someone? Maybe not.” Wonwoo’s hand curls around his, and he tilts his head to the side to open more space for Soonyoung to work with. He looks back at him and it’s so full of emotion, Soonyoung kisses him instead. 

There aren’t any words for this, so it’s better to keep it to touch. Wonwoo deserves everything he can give him. His fingers scratch satisfyingly at Wonwoo’s scalp through his thick hair. He kisses Wonwoo’s cheekbones, his jaw, his fingertips. Avoids his throat, but gets his shoulders instead, and then his chest, down to his stomach. 

When he takes in how Wonwoo melts under him, he makes another resolution; he’s going to bite Wonwoo before spring. He’ll do whatever he has to do, make whatever personal sacrifice necessary to make it work. It’s wrong for them to stay unmated like this, every instinct screaming at them and escalating during their heats. It’s taking a toll on them.

When Wonwoo is next asleep he’ll plot what he needs to do, and they can talk about it after they open all of the windows and let in the turning autumn air, tell Mingyu he can go and rest, make a real meal together.

“Soon, baby,” he says into Wonwoo’s mouth when his journey takes him there. “I’m promising you now. Before your next heat.” 

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Wonwoo croaks. 

Soonyoung chuckles. “When have I ever?”