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Beomgyu always found the beauty of nature to lie in the array of colors filling each picturesque scene of the place he called home. The olive grass blades that blanketed the earth under the shade of larger trees, the way they took on richer, deeper hues the further he went through the dark forest to reach the meadows that lay open under the bright sun, and then in vast contrast, the yellow daisies that dotted the field.

He’d always appreciated the kaleidoscope of colors that accompanied him and how each shade and hue offered him a different sense of comfort in his years of solitude.

Until he saw that human. That one brave human who somehow managed to wander through the dark forest to end up discovering Beomgyu’s spot.

There he lay, frolicking in the meadow, laughing, light and pristine as wild rabbits curled up at his feet, nudging him into scampering around the grass with them

Beomgyu had hidden in the trees, perfectly concealed by the thick foliage. And there he stood, watching the clueless human press his eyes shut and let the wind blow his bright red hood down to reveal his angelic features.

There and then, Beomgyu felt his stomach burn with a hunger he had never experienced before. A hunger so overwhelming and compelling, he had to bite hard on his lip to stop himself from pouncing forward to devour the human.

Not to eat him, but to claim every inch of the man for his own.

There and then, Beomgyu decided that red – beautiful crimson red – was his favorite color.

-

Beomgyu rarely left the forest, but one whiff of the human, and he’d grown obsessed with tracking him down.

He could hardly function after the human left his proximity, excruciating pain ripping through his chest as he howled and yearned for this person he’d barely gotten a proper look at. Sleep didn’t come easy, and he’d clawed through his once-comfortable spot on the grassland, the ragged fabric on his skin scraping him with each movement as he struggled to stay sober.

The pain never let up, making it tough to do the most mundane activities, whether it was hunting, resting, or sleeping.

Only when he caught a familiar scent did he feel something stir alive among the constant bouts of his pain.

He’d torn through the forest, barely stopping himself from charging at the person he knew had returned.

His love, his human, his very own Little Red.

Indeed, there his Little Red was, picking berries along the fringe of the field before he ended up setting the basket aside to lie flat on his back to stare up at the clouds.

Unsuspecting, vulnerable, decadent – Beomgyu could leap right up and snap him up in his jaws right there and then.

But he’d held back, fear filling his veins when he realized why his pain had been alleviated the moment he saw the human again.

He’d imprinted on his Little Red.

He’d imprinted on a human.

-

Beomgyu left the forest for the first time that day, tracking his Little Red past the darkness and down the long dirt path that led to the village.

He’d stopped right there, hiding back in the safety of the trees lining the area, cautious not to move any further into the bustling place he’d once been violently chased out from several years ago.

The nagging pain followed, making itself known once Little Red’s crimson hood disappeared from view.

Not daring to venture any further, Beomgyu could only wait at the spot, inhaling sharply to take in any remnants of his lingering scent. His patience paid off eventually, and it was then, that he learned how Little Red didn’t actually live in the village.

Tracking him after wasn’t hard, not when Little Red apparently lived somewhere along the dense foliage, snooping around revealed no traces of any other humans nearby.

That night, Beomgyu curled into a ball behind a bush just outside the human’s window, listening intently as Little Red hummed and skipped around his small cottage before heading to bed.

He thought his hunger would be satiated by being near the human, yet the desire to own, to claim, to devour Little Red and have him for his own only burnt more relentlessly.

Somewhere in the next few days, just being near Little Red was no longer enough.

Beomgyu craved for more, knew his body needed more.

He swears the first night he peered into his human’s window, his intentions had been innocent. All he wanted, was to watch the man rest, to watch him longer.

But things change drastically and his routine is broken – or rather, Little Red’s routine breaks one night.

With his ears perked up, Beomgyu realizes the man’s been taking longer than usual to head to bed, shuffling around his cottage restlessly. Beomgyu always only watched Little Red while he was asleep, and this time, he took special care to stay hidden the same.

Right till he hears a whine.

Acting on instincts, he leaps over to the human’s window, peering inside in worry that he has been hurt somehow.

It might be Beomgyu’s greatest mistake yet. Because his hunger for his Little Red peaks beyond control when he’s greeted with the view of the man writhing on his bed, letting out gasp after gasp as he lies sprawled and naked, one hand fisting his length furiously.

The view stirs something so carnal and feral in Beomgyu, it escalates into nothing but frustration when he watches his human – his supposed mate – spread his legs open to reveal his hole greedily sucking his dainty fingers in.

A view so erotic, so beautiful, meets a flurry of conflicting emotions because Little Red is his. Little Red's puckered hole should be Beomgyu's to fuck, to own, to fill up with his cum and breed. And yet, with each flick of his wrist, his human moans deliciously, enough to make Beomgyu delirious, enough to make him jealous.

The subconscious growl rumbling through his chest is a mistake he only catches when Little Red freezes, his eyes wide as he stays immobilized. 

Beomgyu had been heard. Any moment, he’d get up to look for the source of the sound.

Reluctant as he may be, he sprints away into the dark, leaves crackling and trees rattling under his bare feet in his haste.

Safe in the confines of the den and nest he'd subconsciously made a new home of ever since he found his Little Red, he curls up into a ball, trying to calm down with the excessive need to breed still burning in his veins. 

His own fist is hardly enough to imitate the tight heat he knows his Little Red can offer, but he bucks his hips up furiously, eventually rutting against his palm till he spills white all over his ragged tunic.

There's only one thought in his head as he crashes and falls.

He has to have his Little Red.

-

Following the human around is easy, and that gives Beomgyu a good idea of his routine. 

A million ways to approach his Little Red flit across his mind, but nothing sounded feasible. He hadn't spoken to anyone in years, mostly only mumbling to himself when his own thoughts got too loud, and he had no idea how he'd be able to convey how much he needed his fated pair in just words.

More importantly, he knows how much humans hate him. How they spread stories of the half-man half-beast who preys on unsuspecting visitors who dare traverse the woods. How he's as cunning as a human and as savage as a wild wolf. And most of all, violent beyond redemption.

Yet he supposes their words must have wound up true in the end, because there's no other explanation for how he follows Little Red from his visit to the village, follows him along the fringes of the forest, follows him down the dirt path leading to his cottage. Follows the beautiful human as his crimson hood and the base of his white dress flow lightly in the breeze.

It was no act of impulsion. He’d cleaned up especially well, sneaking into town late at night to steal a clean tunic to replace his tattered and dirty one, even taking a long soak in the lake with as many wildflowers as he could gather just so he would at least be a tiny bit less unworthy of his perfect human when he finally appeared in front of him.

And when his human pushes open his door, blissfully unaware, Beomgyu realizes that trying to stop himself from claiming the subject of his obsession is much like trying to relight a burnt wick over and over.

He's faster, stronger, and once he has his claws on Little Red's doorframe, the poor man has no time to react. All he manages is a loud gasp as he spins around in horror.

Beomgyu grows dizzy, adrenaline burning in his veins as he finally gets to see his beautiful human up close.

Finally gets to slam the door behind him and inch toward his love.

Words.

Words.

Words.

He has to find the words—the right words to convince Little Red that he bears no ill intentions.

That despite how scary he may look, despite how he had been following and watching him, he bears no ill intentions. 

He just wants his human.

Yet all that leaves his lips is a strained growl when his human backs away instead, horror etched on his features. 

“Who– No! What the hell are you?! Stay away!”

Desperation burns his being as he tries to convey something to the man before him. Following Little Red further into the cottage, he's hit by a sickeningly sweet scent. Something foreign, something so heavy and repulsive it sends him straight into a migraine.

He barely registers a pained groan falling from his lips before his vision is a blur and his knees hit the ground with a thud.

“... Red…”

Senses a mess of white noise and black dots, Beomgyu blinks rapidly, trying to cling onto his last shred of consciousness and meeting futility straight away.

The last thing he registers is his Little Red coming close, close enough to touch, to kiss, to claim.

Yet his body won't listen and move an inch, the pounding in his head incessant.

His beautiful human smiles.

Beomgyu’d die happy with his human’s smile as the last thing he sees.

Ethereal, breathtaking, angelic.

“Stupid mutt.”

Beomgyu's eyes slip shut.

-

If his human’s beautiful smile is the last view Beomgyu was sure would be a blessing to die with, he had no idea how enthralling it would be to open his eyes to the view of that man staring right at him.

And he does, gazing right into the eyes of his fated one, the moment he opens his bleary eyes.

Completely consumed by the headiness of finally seeing his Little Red up close, he barely registers the chains wrapped around his torso till he gets up with much difficulty and tries to reach out to feel his love’s skin.

It’s never his intention to scare his angel, but the roar that erupts from him is instinctual.

Nothing should stand in the way between him and his fated love.

“Morning, Princess.”

Little Red smirks, almost as if he finds Beomgyu to be nothing more than a joke, and he’s hit by sobering clarity as the memories of what had happened before he blacked out resurface in his memory in snippets. 

“They said burning strong incense would knock the wolves right out. You really are a wolfie huh? Stupid, pretty wolfie?” his love giggles, crystalline and pure, his voice tinkling in a way that has Beomgyu enraptured.

Enraptured to the point it takes long seconds before the words sink in.

“You…”

“Do you still not understand? I'm the one who has you caught now, dumb dog.”

Beomgyu should be terrified. His own game is up and here he is, bound by chains.

Yet here he is, bound by chains and on his knees for his love – his love who lured him in and trapped him here.

His love must want him the same.

“You… You caught me. Trapped me here…”

His euphoria is shortlived and Little Red rises, eyeing his spread legs for a moment before viciously bringing his foot down onto his cloth crotch.

The jolt of pain yanks a loud yowl right out from Beomgyu's lungs.

“Dummy, you don't know how obvious you were, creeping up on me like a sick fuck. Did you think I would let you have me just like that?”

“Red… My Little Red,” he whimpers, and it’s so fucking humiliating how he’s been reduced to nothing but silly putty under the hands of someone so beautiful, so innocent-looking, so pristine. Unfortunately, his pathetic state is nothing to his Little Red Riding Hood, who only presses down harder on his crotch.

“Hey, if you’re going to call me with your pathetic voice, at least call me by the right name. It’s Kai, you dumb dog.”

The syllable burns in his head, rings incessantly as he’s overwhelmed by a burst of euphoria that he now has a name for his beautiful, perfect Little Red.

Kai. Kai. Kai. His perfect Kai. Standing tall and peering down at him in such a condescending manner that only makes his skin boil.

He’d never expected his pure angel to be this harsh, this frightening.

But he could never want anything less.

Reaching blindly to feel any inch of his love’s skin is all he’s good for, and Beomgyu’s valiant attempt at nuzzling his cheek against Kai’s shin fails miserably. Like nothing more than a ragdoll, he tumbles backward once Kai jerks his foot aside with a feisty shove. 

“Who gave you the permission to touch me?”

“Kai, Kai, please. Please, let me–”

“Let you what?” he sneers, and Beomgyu blinks away his tears to find Kai staring down at him with his arms folded. A frown was now marring Kai’s features, his haughty, sly smirk nowhere to be seen.

Beomgyu feels his stomach sinking infinitely, a pained growl leaving his lips at his love’s displeasure because of him.

“Not only are you a stalker, you’re also pathetic as fuck. You’re hardly a wolf huh?“ Kai bends down, tilting Beomgyu’s chin up with nothing more than his fingertip, and he swears his skin scalds with the touch.

“Just a bad mutt.”

Not a single harsh comment or rough action from Kai thus far hurts as bad as these four words do.

One moment, a sharp howl is ripped from his chest and the next moment, he has fallen flat on his face from how hard he’s shaking. Blood coursing through his veins, he feels as if his skin is about to be scalded right off.

Yet there’s salvation in this grim void, presenting itself as Kai’s hand on his arm, his touch somewhat feathery and gentle, in jarring contrast to the devastating words that left his lips just seconds ago.

“God, you really are fucking useless huh?”

“Red– Little Red–”

The sting from the tight slap across his cheek only sets in beats after the sharp smack reverberates in the room.

He’s left frozen, more from shock than anything.

“Are you that dumb you can’t get your human’s name right?” Cold disappointment laces each syllable, spat harshly with venom and frustration so raw Beomgyu feels impossibly useless. Feels as if he’s completely failed.

But–

His human.

Kai, his human.

There’s a moment of sobriety amongst the burning chaos in his head and he turns to Kai on autopilot, eyes widened with unparalleled clarity as he takes in the view of the man frowning at him.

Did Kai know? Does Kai finally understand that Beomgyu needs to have him in a way no other being on this earth could ever? Does Kai finally understand that he belongs to him and it's already been carved in his entire being from his skin right down to his bones?

“Wan–Want– Kai please.”

The way Kai leers down at him sends shivers down his spine.

“Want what?”

Silence fills the cottage, leaving his racing heart a million times more deafening.

He wants so much. So much he can't put it in words. He wants Kai to press his skin against his own, wants to feel that emptiness from being apart from his fated one be filled, wants Kai to look at him properly and let him feel something apart from despair.

But all that leaves his lips is something silly, trivial even, yet devastating to him.

“Be good,” he chokes, heaving hard. “Want to be good.”

“Hm? But it was not very good of you to follow me through the woods. Not very good of you to try to trap me in here, knowing I live alone.” The faux innocence in Kai's voice is stark, and he bats his eyelashes as he smiles at Beomgyu.

Straining his muscles in an attempt to break free of the chains, Beomgyu lets out another frustrated growl.

“... Mine…” he manages to grit out. “You're mine.”

“So you’re being good by hunting me down? Because you think I'm yours?”

Kai tilts his head with an amused smile, and it breaks Beomgyu's heart completely to see his love consider his possessiveness to be some sort of joke.

Maybe he lets out a whimper in his crestfallen state, maybe a little sob even, because Kai huffs dryly, cupping his cheeks and that simple touch sets his entire being on fire so rapidly he swears he sees stars.

The chains rattle, metal grating against concrete, but Kai's touch is as delicate as it is commanding, and with one quirk of his eyebrow, Beomgyu freezes, willing every muscle to stay put.

Good. He has to be good.

“Oh poor baby,” Kai coos, eyes sweeping across every feature on Beomgyu's face. Never had the werewolf felt so scrutinized – not since he was called a freak, violently beaten up till he left with his tail between his legs, and tried his best to hide from normal humans from then on.

And now he felt naked.

“You're a lot more beautiful than I thought,” Kai murmurs, and it's so outlandish that Beomgyu's left blinking rapidly in shock.

“You're just a character in some old wives’ tale you know? They put you out to be so frightening, and here you are, sitting stupidly, nothing but a silly dog.”

“Does it hurt?” he continues, running a thumb across his stinging cheek. “I wouldn’t have done it had you not followed me like this, you know? Did you want to eat me? Breed me? What was it huh? What was it that you wanted?”

Beomgyu shakes his head furiously, not sure what he’s disagreeing with anymore. All he knows is that he wants Kai’s skin on his for as long as he’s allowed to bask in his touch - for all eternity, even, if he could.

Each word leaving Kai’s lips is saccharine and nauseatingly sweet, yet it only compels more greed to fill Beomgyu's veins.

“But you're mine. Kai– mine.”

His desperation is hardly reciprocated by his beautiful human who only raises an eyebrow.

“Yours to eat?”

The mocking leaves him frustrated and he lets out a growl, primal and grating even to his own ears. Beomgyu's positive he hasn't felt such a strong surge of anger in his veins – a strong surge of desperation to own, to claim, to possess the human he'd imprinted on.

A loud shard snap precedes the ominous clang on concrete and there's a moment of clarity – crystal, sobering clarity where everything around him seems to move in slow motion and he catches every minute shift of Kai's taunting expression giving way to complete surprise.

Somewhere in the next three seconds, his sanity and control slip away, only crashing into him harshly when he feels skin break under his teeth, metallic tang filling his mouth.

It's the pained cry from his perfect human that snaps him back to reality and he draws away reluctantly, exhilaration at claiming what's his pumping hot in his veins. He tries his best to stay close to Kai, lapping at the bite as gently as his feral self can manage.

“Fuck–”

He barely registers Kai shoving him further, though his elation plummets right down to be replaced by devastation when his newly claimed mate runs his hand along the mating mark, features twisted in stark displeasure.

Burning with the urgent need to appease Kai, Beomgyu crawls over, burying his face in Kai's navel in an attempt to soothe him. It's almost as if Beomgyu's giving up more and more shreds of his humanity in favor of heeding his feral instincts, what with whimpers leaving his lips instead of actual apologies.

And nuzzling against Kai's navel is all he's good for, hands clumsily finding his human’s hips to hold him there.

As fucked as it is, he'd rather his mate fly into a rage and punish him than run away and leave his side. And Kai does exactly what Beomgyu expected him to, grabbing the werewolf by his scruff and prying him away.

Yet, it's not anger that greets him when he stares back into Kai's dark orbs.

“Y-You– Was that a fucking claiming bite?” He hisses, bringing his hand to tug Beomgyu back by his fluffy ear. “Did you– God. You just want to mate with me, don't you? Breed me? I can't bear your pups, fucking dumbass.”

It’s not Kai’s words that leave him whining mournfully, it’s the fact that his love saw Beomgyu as nothing but an animal with a desire to procreate that hurt the most.

But he knows deep down that Kai’s not far from the truth, not when his body is telling him to have his mate for himself in all his entirety. Though he’d never use his love like this.

“Hey dolly,” Kai gruffs out, yanking on his sensitive ears harder. “You really don’t know many words, don’t you?”

Even that statement makes him burn hot in shame. The whimper he lets out is ten times more shameful and he paws at Kai’s torso, trying to feel any part of his skin under his fingertips.

“... Mine.”

“Yeah I sure as hell have been claimed by you now, you fucker. Good god. Without those teeth, you’d just be a useless puppy begging for attention. Should I do that? Should I pull out all your teeth? After you bit me like that?”

Kai’s pissed. He knows that much, but the man’s grip loosens and Beomgyu falls like a ragdoll soon after. It’s practically muscle memory for him to scramble forward to hug Kai’s torso desperately the second he’s freed.

“What’s next huh? You’ll fuck me? Till your body finally understands your mate can’t bear your pups?”

His love is perfect, but he’s definitely wrong. Yet Beomgyu can’t help but imagine it all – can’t help but picture his angel moaning and writhing like he had the last time Beomgyu accidentally watched him get off. 

Can’t help but burn hot at the thought of Kai wrapped around his knot and filling him up with his seed.

“God. You're filthy. Getting off like this? You really are a wild animal after all huh?”

It's red hot shame that leaves Beomgyu's cheeks burning when he realizes he's been rutting against Kai's thigh, his poor erection having grown the moment his love laid his hands on him.

But self-control hardly knows its way to Beomgyu's head and he ends up trying to fumble with Kai's dress, desperately trying to feel any inch of his skin.

And his love doesn't stop him this time, letting Beomgyu's shaking hands feel his skin, lets them travel higher and higher until–

Kai hisses.

He's hard.

He's hard and reacting to everything Beomgyu has done so far.

“... Kai wants me–”

It's a thought that escapes his brain-to-mouth filter and he stares at his love in wonder, saliva pooling in his mouth.

With nothing more than a snicker, Kai flips them around, the surprise leaving Beomgyu boneless as his back hits the floor.

“You're really slow to catch on huh?”

“K–Kai… Hahh–”

Beomgyu's tunic is practically pried off him to reveal his fully naked body, exposed, burning, cock hard as coal on his navel as he hungers to fill his mate up with seed. Licking his lips, Kai wraps his hand around his cock, giving it an experimental squeeze before letting go and leaving Beomgyu bucking his hips into nothing.

“God. Will this even fit in me?” he giggles without a care. “Every time you act so pliant, I nearly forget you’re a beast.”

Every nerve in his body is set ablaze. “Kai, my love–”

“Did you think I'd trudge through the forest to get into the meadows without knowing the rumors of the werewolf there?”

Kai drags a finger up his burning cock that's beginning to swell from the awareness that his fated one – his mate – is touching him.

“Did you think I wouldn't hear anyone tailing me every day?”

Beomgyu howls in desperation when the other man wraps his dainty hand around the slight swell of his knot.

“Did you think I'd leave my window open and put up that show for nothing?”

Blood roars in his ears and the implication sinks in heavily resounding in his head as an incessant, excited cheer. Only after a rip reverberates in the cottage does he realize his claws have been protracted.

He barely has a good second to revel in finally seeing more of his human’s beautiful golden skin, adorned with his fresh mating bite, because Kai gives him what he’d been craving tenfold, pulling the remainder of his tattered dress off and presenting himself in all his glory.

“I wasn’t sure what to do when I realized the big bad wolf was tailing me, you know?” He climbs atop Beomgyu, spreading his legs as he grinds along the werewolf’s throbbing length. “But I decided, you must be really stupid to be this patient for so many weeks when I was out there ready for you to ravish anytime.”

It’s not the mere action that leaves Beomgyu crying out. It’s really the way he can feel Kai’s hole leaving slick all over his length as he swivels his hips tantalizingly.

“You’re… You’re dripping,” he gasps, trying to control his strength as he claws at Kai’s plush ass, moaning when he’s finally allowed to feel Kai’s skin on his.

“I’m not a wolf, silly,” Kai laughs, slapping his hands away. “I’m a man, and I obviously prepared myself for you. But you’re a lot bigger than I expected.”

His look of confusion must surprise Kai, whose eyes widen in understanding.

Of what, Beomgyu isn’t quite sure yet.

“You don’t know what that means? Have you only fucked pussies then?”

Beomgyu feels incredibly stupid when he realizes he has no clue what Kai is really saying. Feels even more stupid when Kai lets out an incredulous huff.

“Is our pretty wolfie a virgin?” His beautiful human taunts, sliding off his crotch to settle between Beomgyu’s legs. 

And then he’s spreading himself open, coy gaze meeting Beomgyu’s hungry orbs when he sits up hurriedly, not wanting to miss a single thing his love does.

“Were you just hoping to sink your stupid knot in me? That could hurt me, you know? Did you want to hurt me?”

Scrambling to his knees, Beomgyu reaches out, apologies and vehement denials falling from his lips desperately. His hands are quickly slapped away as Kai slides his fingers into his mouth, making a show of swirling his tongue around them before prying them out again with a pop.

“Watch carefully, dumb dog. This is how I need to prepare myself before I can take your useless cock.”

Mouth running dry and tongue lolling out, Beomgyu finds it impossible not to heed Kai’s instructions when his human begins thrusting into his hole with three fingers straight away, toes curling as his lips part in beautiful moans so divine, frustration begins to bubble in his chest.

But Kai progresses to four fingers, tipping his head back and Beomgyu’s frustration escalates into rage as he watches how his hole is impressively stretched open, how he’s moaning and mewling while fucking himself with his own fingers.

He’s taken back to the night he first broke – the night he first watched Kai put on a show for him, reminding him of how he’s useless all the same.

It’s unfair that Beomgyu isn’t the one bringing his human such ecstasy when his claws are only capable of hurting Kai. It’s unfair that he can only watch him like this instead of having his mate slutted out on his cock the same way.

“Hey puppy,” Kai pants out breathlessly, distracting him from clawing at the concrete. “Think I might need to fill myself up with all my fingers to take you huh? Think my fist would feel like your knot?”

Something snaps in him.

Never had Beomgyu lost control of his primal side as he just had. And when he regains just enough composure, he already has Kai’s hands pinned to the ground and his legs spread wide open and bent in ways that should hurt.

He freezes, tip of his aching length barely grazing his mate’s inviting entrance.

Hurt Kai. He will hurt Kai like this.

“Put it in, dumb dog. Plug your mate full of your pups.”

The growl that rumbles from his chest is the only warning he gives before he plunges into Kai’s heat, forcing his way through despite the difficulty the slight swell of his growing knot poses.

Beomgyu should have known that this would ruin him forever. Should have known that after he finally had Kai clenching down on him, his own hands and rutting against the stale forest floor just wouldn’t cut it ever again.

Should have known that Kai would have him completely broken and ruined like this, hips pistoning into the addicting heat on autopilot, desperate to mold Kai’s insides into his shape.

"Sorry, I'm sorry– Ah- Kai I'm sorry I–" He can't stop the way he drives his hips into the addicting heat, hips slamming into his mate's ass with obscene smacks. "Ah ah I'm sorry Kai– Sorry–"

Yet for once, Kai seems genuinely too overwhelmed to bite back, pinned in position and letting out moans and whines while Beomgyu jackhammers into him, forcing his way in each time his rapidly growing knot gets caught at his rim.

“Ah hah... Big–” Kai drools as his features go lax.

There’s something so crazy about how he's letting go and staring at his mate come apart completely beneath him, as if the same man hadn’t just run his mouth and acted so harshly to him just minutes ago.

And each drag of his length against Kai’s scalding walls is rough, punctuated, animalistic even, yet he doesn’t let up for a moment, hips thrusting up without any semblance of control.

“Ah– Fast– Too fast!”

“Open up,” he growls instead, eyes trained on Kai’s lips which part just a bite further on his command, though he lets up on his speed a little, eager to please his mate as much as he can.

He doesn’t quite have an idea of how to do this, but he follows his instincts, leaning down till their teeth clash messily and thrusting his tongue into Kai’s hot mouth. Sucking hard on Kai’s tongue, he pulls back forcefully, leaving his love gagging and letting out choked, muffled moans.

In this position, Kai can hardly squirm his way out of his grasp, and all he can do is writhe in his spot till Beomgyu is satisfied, letting go with a loud smack.

The view of his mate coughing hard, his lips ruddy and a shining mess of spit only leaves him fucking into his pliant body even harder.

He needs more.

He isn’t quite sure how, but he needs more.

“Hah– Will come– I’ll come like that!” 

The warning flies right over Beomgyu’s head, and he only lets go of Kai’s hands, wrapping his fingers around the man’s neck instead, claws digging into his skin. He’s careful not to hurt him, applying just enough pressure to watch how Kai’s eyes roll to the back of his head and all his limbs fall jelly as he’s thrust into like a ragdoll.

Tearing his eyes away from the erotic view, he spares a glance at Kai’s hard and useless cock, red and begging for release.

“Come.”

Beomgyu brings his free hand down once the command leaves his lips, striking Kai in his cock with a resounding thud that sends him coming in spurts of white all over his belly.

A choked cry leaves the other man’s lips, the pressure around his throat and the roughness with which he’s being fucked into both relentless despite his release.

Beomgyu hardly has any control, groaning when Kai clamps down harder on him, forcing him to drive his hips even harder.

“Gonna breed you. Gonna breed my mate,” he growls, finally letting go of Kai’s neck.

In return, he pushes down harder to spread Kai’s legs even further, folding him into half as he presses all his weight on his human, hips desperately jerking with each movement till his knot swells too much.

It’s ironically frustrating when his knot locks them in position, but he’s desperate enough to grind hard in Kai’s twitching hole, the man mewling weakly and jerking in his hold.

“Ah– Bre–Breed me, Beomgyu, please–”

Kai squeezes down as hard as he can on Beomgyu’s length and knot, and hearing his mate call him by his name is all it takes to tip him off.

“Kai!”

He fills Kai up with his load, hot cum leaving him in uncontrollable, long spurts as his orgasm wracks through his body. The force of his climax leaves him slumping over his love, hyperaware of how Kai is still snug around his spent length, still erect as it has them locked in position.

Hands find his face, tapping at his cheeks before he has a chance to shut his eyes in an attempt to recover.

“Hey doggy, wake up,” Kai grunts, before his words break into a weak huff when Beomgyu whimpers.

“Dumb dog,” he comments again, though his fingers find Beomgyu’s fluffy ears to thumb at it and rub small circles along the back of them. “Flip us over, you’re making both of us uncomfortable in this position.”

“S-Sorry,” Beomgyu mumbles meekly, holding onto his mate’s arms before he flips them both onto his back. Still locked in position, Kai shifts on top, caging Beomgyu’s hips with his thighs before falling flat on his chest and burying his cheek in the crook of the wolf’s neck.

Comfortable with his hunger satiated and his lovely mate snug against him, Beomgyu lets his eyes slip shut.

“Next time, we’re only allowed to do this on the bed.”

Beomgyu feels his heart stop, feels fireworks erupt in his chest.

Next time.

-

Despite having fallen asleep happily satisfied, the moment Beomgyu wakes up again, the events that had transpired before he lost consciousness leave icy fear seizing him whole. He half expects to either be chained up and left abandoned by his mate or be locked up at the mercy of the villagers who once forced him out for being a freak.

Blinking, he moves his arms experimentally, slightly lost when he finds himself free. The surface he’s lying on is way softer than he’s used to in his nests and on the forest floor, and he jolts up in alarm, not used to everything.

He’s instantly tugged back down, the familiar scent of his mate filling his sinuses and leaving him at ease comically quickly.

“I’m tired, lie back down,” Kai gruffs out, and Beomgyu turns to him in time to watch his love pop an eye open. “I’m exhausted from cleaning us up. Our clothes were ruined.”

Peering down at the fresh set of clothes, he lets out a happy yip when he picks up the scent of his love clinging to him and his favorite red hood draped over his shoulders.

Kai props himself up with one arm.

“You know, you’re really...” He points at the slowly scabbing wound on his neck. “I’m not a wolf so this thing will heal and fade and there’d be no mating bite by then.”

The realization sinks in and Beomgyu feels his ears droop.

“No– No… Mine,” he mumbles, tugging at Kai’s arm.

For the first time, his hand doesn’t get slapped away.

“Did you imprint on me? I heard wolves can do that,” Kai asks instead and Beomgyu whimpers slightly at his deflection, though he still answers his love like a good boy, nodding morosely.

“Funny. Did you get thrown out of the village? You were the teen wolfboy that scared everyone huh?”

The question is so direct, yet Beomgyu can’t find it in him to feel any further shame after he’d felt inadequate and disgusting about himself for so many years.

“Yea– Yes… Many years ago.”

“It’s been nearly ten years since then, hasn’t it? Have you just been living in the forest?”

Beomgyu can only shrug. He hardly remembers anything since his mom died and he’d grown careless and fully trusting of the people he used to call his fellow villagers.

All it took was one slip-up for him to reveal his wolf ears that had always been hidden under his hoods, and he’d been forced out with pitchforks and torches soon after. He survived, somehow, but he doesn’t quite like to remember how painful it had been.

“You know, in the village, they told really frightening stories about you, warning kids not to go near the forest because the werewolf there is a violent, savage trickster.”

“I didn’t mean to trick you when you tried to corner me,” Kai continues slowly. “I really wasn’t sure if you were as feral and violent as they warned. And honestly, I grew up with quite a bit of spite in me.”

Beomgyu has no idea why Kai seems clearer about his past than his blurry, repressed memory serves him. But the other man gets up, coming closer and pulling his hood over Beomgyu’s head, staring at him, and his chest tightens momentarily.

“Kai–”

“As expected, you do look better without the stupid hood hiding your ears.”

Fingers moving in a flurry, Beomgyu slips the hood off. It can’t be– but he finds the hem of the cape, and the single embroidered flower at its base leaves him in complete confusion.

“They burnt everything of yours, I only managed to steal this one,” Kai elaborates nonchalantly. “You truly are slow to catch on huh? I thought you’d have figured out when I let slip your name slip out when you fucked me so hard I lost my mind.”

“Who are you?” Beomgyu whispers, a mess of emotions flooding him. Questions. He has so many questions. And yet all he can fixate on is the fact that someone remembered him. 

That someone remembered enough of the humanity he used to have – the humanity that he’d slowly lost the longer he stayed in solitude.

“You don’t remember me, and it really doesn’t matter either. Just presume I’m a monsterfucker and went on a crazy death mission ten years after the resident werewolf was banished from the village.”

It’s painful that Beomgyu can’t remember anyone from the sea of faceless villagers who left him with the most traumatic experience of his life.

“You came back… for me?”

“No?” Kai raises an eyebrow. “I was just curious if you were still alive. When you began to stalk me, I thought I was going to get eaten until you started peering at me sleep. It was kinda cute, and I wanted to mess with you.”

Slightly embarrassed, Beomgyu curls into a ball against Kai’s arm, hiding his burning face.

“Mate…? My mate?” he mumbles dumbly,

“Okay, now sleep. When you wake up, I’m teaching you how to do the chores.”

“Mate,” he finds himself giggling, cheering when Kai doesn’t push him away.

“Okay. I get it. Shut up now.”

Sometimes Beomgyu mourns the humanity he’d lost, and at this very moment, he wonders what Kai sees in him – whether he’s just an interesting plaything, or if they’d known each other in the past and Kai just had enough faith in his humanity to seek him out. Or even, whether Kai felt anything akin to guilt or pity for him.

He has no clue whether the man’s only momentarily invested in him, but he’s sure, he has to have him. And now that Kai’s in his grasp, he’s sure of one fact, more than ever.

He’d never let his human out of his jaws.