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Jisung shakes on the bed as he watches Chan put the cock ring on him. He stays still, muscles almost locking up in anticipation. It’s pink and made out of silicone, a gift from Jeongin, embarrassingly. He heard Jisung and Seungmin talk about it and after three weeks, Jisung found a small package on his bed. Jeongin told him to let him know if he doesn’t like the material or something and he’ll find him a better one. Then he fucked him while putting it on Jisung and they came to a conclusion that it’s more than perfect for him.
“Good?” Chan asks with a gentle smile, but there’s a hint of something sharper there too.
Jisung swallows and wiggles on the bed. “Tight.” He pouts and puts some effort into his whine, hoping to get some coddling and sympathy.
Instead, Chan snorts at him and nods. “That means it’s good.” He pours lube on Jisung’s cock, cold and sudden, making him hiss and flex his thighs. “Stay still, Jisungie.” He singsongs, stroking him to spread it around.
“Could’ve warmed me up.” Jisung intensifies the pout.
Chan laughs at him again when he straddles his thighs and leans down to press a brief kiss to his lips. “Gonna warm you up real nice, okay baby?” he bumps his pretty nose against Jisung’s. “You’re gonna make hyung feel good?”
Jisung breathes him in, the heady scent of chocolate that always makes him dizzy and pure sweat, his Chan hyung, what his brain associates with home. With a nod, he lets his hands finally touch, take in Chan’s body. He fingered himself open before and didn’t let Jisung help, leaving him a squirming mess by the pillows. Now, he gets to squeeze Chan’s ass, trail his hands lower to his strong thighs. Press into a hickey he saw there earlier, wondering who left it. Chan hisses and arches into it, licking over Jisung’s sensitive neck in his true puppy fashion.
“I’ll be good.” He says, seeking his mouth, desperate to be kissed. “I’ll be good, won’t move. Hyung can use me.”
Chan smiles again, approving and satisfied. He kisses Jisung slowly, savoring it, holding his head in place. Jisung feels their cocks brush together and whines into it, embarrassed for being so worked up already. That’s why the toy is there, to help him last longer, as long as Chan needs him to. Another smile that feels all too knowing if a bit mocking is pressed against Jisung’s teeth, before Chan sits up.
He holds Jisung by the base and makes him twitch in his hand, wet at the tip. Jisung fists the sheets when Chan starts slowly sliding down with a concentrated look on his face. He relaxes his muscles and Jisung stays perfectly still as always, good and obedient and ready to please. When he gets fucked, Chan likes to use so much lube they almost have to throw out the sheets later. He makes it messy, wet to the point of making so much noise when he fucks himself on someone’s cock.
His fat lip is between his teeth and his eyes are closed. One hand still holding Jisung’s cock, the other resting on his chest for leverage. He’s big and heavy on top of Jisung, turning his brain off and rendering him useless. Chan was the first person in the pack who touched him, despite being an alpha. Jisung still remembers the way Chan got him between his legs, back to chest, how he wrapped his hand around Jisung and held him as he moaned through it. It still feels like that first time now as he takes all of him, clenches around Jisung’s cock and shudders.
“Hyung.” Jisung whispers, a barely there sound, too weak for more.
“Baby.” Chan sighs, back to breathing directly onto Jisung’s face. He gets both hands on Jisung’s chest now, squeezing his pecks and balancing his weight. It makes it difficult to breathe. Jisung closes his eyes and focuses on Chan’s scent. “Hannie. My Hannie.”
Both he and Minho have this… almost predator vibe to them. Point could be made that if it’s Jisung on the receiving end, pretty much anyone feels like a predator at times. Chan just uses it less often, especially nowadays and especially towards them. If it’s someone outside of the pack, he might, but with them only in the bedroom. He smiles down at Jisung before he sticks his nose under his ear and takes a deep inhale.
Jisung trembles, more in arousal than fear, twitching inside Chan. He turns his head to the side, bearing his neck. “Alpha.”
Chan hums, scenting him, rubbing his face everywhere he can reach. He presses a kiss to the healed mating mark, bringing every nerve in Jisung’s body to life. Then he clenches around him and Jisung’s hips buck up.
“Babyyyy.” Chan tsks, taking interest in Jisung’s nipple with his thumb. “That’s not nice. Didn’t we say you’ll be good?”
“Sorry, sorry—‘m sorry.” Jisung gasps, eyes still closed. “Feels so good, that’s all.”
“I bet it does. But stay still now for hyung.”
He hurries to nod and places his palms on Chan’s thighs, muscle and flesh and skin and softness. Jisung wants to bite into them until he can taste blood. Bite all over Chan’s body so when he lifts his shirt for a performance people can see and people can know. He belongs to someone. He belongs to us. To me.
Chan lifts himself, tight tight tight on Jisung’s dick, abdomen muscles contracting like they do when he’s working out shirtless in their living room sometimes. His own cock hangs heavy and big between his legs. Jisung salivates at the sight of it, thinks about Chan choking him on it, holding him down and training his throat slowly and patiently. Thinks about what it feels like to be split open on it, grasping the sheets and having Chan press him down into the bed and make him take it.
First roll of Chan’s hips shocks him out of his trip down memory lane and they both moan in tandem.
“Ah, thaaaaat’s it.” Chan sucks in a breath through his teeth.
He loves getting fucked. Not as much as he loves fucking them, Jisung thinks there might be something there about Chan’s need to take care of everyone and his insistence that he doesn’t need taking care of. But when he does let himself take, he’s beautiful. Pleasure looks so good on him, body not meant for this but still taking Jisung, still fucking himself on his cock slowly.
“Hyung.” Jisung’s nails dig into him. “You feel so good.”
“Yeah, baby?” Chan’s voice always gets a little high pitched like this. Not exactly whiny, unless someone is making it a point to get those noises out of him, but close. “You too. Love your cock.”
Jisung is the one whining, surprise to no one. He fights every muscle in his body to stay put, not fuck into Chan, not pull him back down onto his cock. Changbin wakes up the brat in him, but with Chan he always wants to be good. Roll over, show his belly and beg. Look at me. Choose me. I can be of use to you, however you want me.
“’s yours.” He slurs.
Chan giggles and raises on his knees until just the tip is inside him before slamming himself back down. Jisung moans, overwhelmed. Chan matches him, head thrown back. “Yeah? My cock? For me?”
“Hyung, for you, for you, I’m for you, ah—“
Jisung keeps groping him, unable to settle on one place of Chan’s body. Thighs, hips, waist, ass. He wishes he had more hands.
“I know.” Chan’s hand comes to stroke Jisung’s cheek and he nuzzles into it like a dog thirsty for attention. “I know, baby. Hyung’s pretty alpha, yeah? My good boy.”
“Your good boy.” he breathes.
He’s both annoyed and grateful for the cock ring put on him. He thinks he might burst way too soon without it and he wants to give Chan what he needs. Always wants that, wants to be by his side forever, proving himself and getting praise for it.
“Such a good boy.” Chan says. “Letting hyung use you today, make use of this knot for once.”
It stings, deep in his core and he whimpers, turned on and restless on the bed. Chan laughs at him, working his hips, relaxed now and taking him easily. There is so much lube he might as well be an omega, Jisung feels it dripping down his own balls onto the sheets.
“Yeah, such a good alpha.” He coos, like he’d talk to a child or a dog. “Always the best when you let me do this, baby. We both know you like it more than taking charge.”
It’s true. Even with their heats, Jisung will look for guidance from their omegas, or someone else present. He loves to please but doesn’t like to think about it. Wants to be maneuvered how his packmates want him, wants them to take everything they need from him.
“Yeah, yeah, ah, love it.” His voice breaks pathetically at the admission, toes curling from pleasure.
“My Jisungie.” Chan sighs, something dreamy in his tone, appreciative. “You’re so big, honey, fill me up just right.”
Jisung feels delirious, drunk on their combined scents and sounds of sex filling up the room, Chan’s ass against his thighs every time he fucks himself down. His blood feels too hot for his body, threatening to spill over and away from him, leave him dry and hollow. There’s sweat on his forehead, above his upper lip, at the back of his knees. Chan’s skin glistens with it too.
“Say thank you, Jisung-ah.” He tells him.
Jisung squeezes his ass and cries out when Chan in turn squeezes around him, so tight and hot inside. “Th-thank you, thank you, alpha, hyung, oh, thank you so much.”
“For what?” Chan grunts, voice strained. Jisung is the reason for it, he thinks distantly.
“For, for, for using me, letting me—ah, shit, letting me make you feel good, hyung, Channie hyung, ahhhh, please, please keep—keep doing it, use me whenever, whenever, I’m yours, please, I’m yours.”
Chan braces himself on Jisung’s thighs, hissing at the change of angle. “Of course you’re mine, baby. My sweetheart, look at you.” He sees something on Jisung’s face worth leaning over for and Jisung guesses it’s tears by the way his nose is burning. Chan collects one with his thumb and presses the most gentle kiss to Jisung’s forehead. “My boy. All mine.”
“Alpha.” Jisung begs, grabbing Chan’s biceps. “My knot, it—can you, please, ah, it’s starting to hurt, please.”
The toy is made to take it without hurting him, specifically designed for alphas so Jisung knows there is no real danger. Still, frustration bubbles under his skin because he’s unable to freely knot Chan right away, instincts screaming to throw him on the bed and fit it inside him until he’s so full of Jisung it’s spilling out.
“Mmmm, I don’t care, love.” Chan says, still smiling and caressing Jisung’s cheek. “I’m not done here yet.”
Jisung keeps whining as Chan keeps bouncing on top of him, picking up the pace. He holds onto him, trying to anchor himself. More tears spill down his cheeks because it hurts, being trapped and having almost what he wants but not quite there yet.
“Hyung, please. Pleasepleaseplease, just take it off, please, I need it, need to feel you like that, please take it off, will you, alpha, I’m begging you.” He babbles, trying to appeal to Chan’s soft spot for him.
“What do you do when you’re fucking someone in heat, Hannie?” Chan asks, grinding down on him and moaning at the way Jisung fills him up. Jisung echoes his sounds. “I know Minho doesn’t let you go until he’s milked you dry baby, what’s all this fuss about?”
“He doesn’t—he doesn’t use the toy, hyung-ah, oh, he lets me, lets me knot him, ah please, please let me knot you, I’ll be good, I’m good, you said ‘m good, hyuuuung.”
Chan chuckles. He looks endeared. Amused. Still, he spits on his palm and wraps a hand around himself and Jisung sighs in equal amounts of relief and anticipation. He wipes his eyes so Chan isn’t blurry to him, takes in the way he squirms on top of Jisung, getting his own sweet spot just right and shaking a little, deep moan spilling from his lips. If someone walked by, Jisung is sure they’d assume he is the one getting fucked, not the other way around.
“Hannie, my pretty boy.” he gasps, veiny hand working his cock, red at the tip and almost too dry to be good, but Jisung knows Chan likes a bit of struggle. “Such a good cock, letting your hyung sit on it, you did so well.”
“Hyung, hyung, you feel so good, please cum, please cum on me, on me please, mark me—ah, mark me yours, alpha, please.”
“Shit.” Chan grabs Jisung’s waist, lifting off of him until only half of Jisung’s cock stays inside. He strokes himself hard and fast, desperate.
Jisung always loves when he gets to see the moment an orgasm washes over him, how he loses any control over his beautiful face. Ropes of white land on Jisung’s stomach and chest and he opens his mouth eagerly to catch what he can on his tongue too. Chan’s flushed all over, his broad chest and cheeks and neck. He whines when he sits back down completely on Jisung. Lazily, he collects his cum from just above Jisung’s belly button and brings two fingers to his lips.
Jisung sucks them in, holds Chan’s wrist and hollows his cheeks like he’s giving a blowjob. Chan presses on his tongue then pokes his cheek from inside. Jisung is so hard it really hurts now, knot squeezed and painful, his whole dick throbbing.
“Hyung.” He croaks when Chan’s spit soaked fingers trail down his chin. “Hyung, please. It hurts so bad.”
“Does it?” Chan pouts at him. “How much, baby?”
“So much. Sosososo much, please let me knot you. Can I?”
“Hm. Well, since you asked so nicely.”
Chan gets off of him, Jisung’s cock slapping against his tummy as soon as it’s free. He whines when the toy is finally off, feeling like he can breathe again. Shamefully a lover of overstimulation and a little pain, Chan flops on his stomach and then sticks his ass in the air.
“Come on, alpha.” He grins over his shoulder. “Show me what you got.”
Jisung scrambles to deliver, giddy at finally being given permission. There is still so much lube on both of them so he doesn’t bother with more, too impatient. He holds him by the hip and slowly eases into him, watches as Chan’s veins bulge where he grips the sheets.
Jisung whimpers between Chan’s shoulders as he bottoms out, too close. He spreads Chan’s ass cheeks, watching where he’s fucked into him, tucked safe inside his body. Chan breathes and loosens up, makes it easier for him, always taking care of him. He moans when Jisung manages to bully his knot in his hole. He might not be made for this but Jisung can’t help but think how it’s a perfect fit.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, oh my god.”
His thighs tremble when he starts filling him up and he nuzzles closer, turns Chan on his side to hug him tight.
Chan finds Jisung’s hand on his chest and kisses his knuckles, tilting his head back to look at him. “Baby. You feeling okay?”
Jisung swings a leg over Chan’s thigh and buries his nose in his neck. “Good.” He whispers. “’m good.” Then, a little smaller but heavier, “Love you.”
Chan ruffles his hair and strokes the back of his palm. Jisung can see his smile even with his eyes closed. “My Hannie. I love you too. Hyung loves you so much. You did well.”
Jisung just nods, feeling too raw and fried at the edges for words. If he tries to force them out of his throat, tears will accompany them. So he just squeezes Chan’s hand and Chan’s entire body and kisses his shoulder.
Chan squeezes back.