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Jeongguk is panting hard, on an absolute high with adrenaline. He’s running shifted. Paws cracking twigs and shredding dirt. It feels like he’s been at it forever, but he can’t stop. Can’t slow down for even a second, his hyung is right on his tail. Literally. All it would take is Seokjin to find an opening, give one good pounce, and they would both be tumbling to the ground.
A thought flashes through his mind. There’s lots of foliage and branches that could easily trip him. What if he just took one wrong step and ended this chase? It would be so easy.
Jeongguk feels his muscles screaming at him for rest, even while shifted. He’s not sure how this chase will end for the two alphas, but something feels different. Smells different, even.
But for now, he has to keep running. He has to push it, as fast as he can. Jeongguk can feel it somewhere deep within himself, his instincts, the need to show off for his hyung. He has to.
They both know this terrain like the back of their hands, so they’re on an even playing field. The only way he’s winning this is if his speed and stamina hold out. He knows he’s fast, but his hyung has longer legs. Faster reflexes.
Jeongguk’s own legs are starting to get tired. He’ll be caught, won’t he? He’s not ready yet, he needs to prove himself. He needs to win. Call him a typical alpha, but he can’t help this. Especially when he’s with Seokjin. Competitive down to their bones, the both of them.
Jeongguk thinks this is why it feels so good to just let go. Run. Chase. Bite. Pin. He can go all out with Seokjin. They know when to stop so they don’t seriously hurt each other. They know their limits.
It’s so good.
But wouldn’t you rather submit?
Jeongguk startles so hard that he stumbles over his own paws. His alpha physically rejects even the thought of submitting. Feels the tug inside of him, like it’s trying to tell him this is wrong. He can’t help how he feels about his big strong alpha-hyung though, of course. Maybe he’s thought of this more than he should. Thought about another alpha like this.
Each time he does it feels like his alpha has his guts in it’s maw. Pulling and yanking. Growling at him, what is wrong with you?
Jeongguk knows nothing is wrong, though. Knows better than to believe in subgender stereotypes. Alpha, beta, omega, whatever. They were all wolves anyways. As much as he knows his rut cycles are natural and inevitable, so is his desire to stray from the trinary if he so wishes. Thank you very much.
That doesn’t matter right now though, because that split second Jeongguk stumbles is all Seokjin needed to tackle him.
They roll around, yapping and nipping at each other. Jeongguk accidentally draws a little blood from his hyung when his claw catches on Seokjin’s side. In return Jeongguk gets nipped in the jaw. Their tumble continues until a too-hard bite has Jeongguk yelping as he bites Seokjin back.
The sting of pain has them both unshifting instantly. They realize they can get a little bit too rough with each other, but they still love it. They both love the rush and the ache. It’s incredibly cathartic for them. The wrestle still goes on even after they’ve unshifted. Neither of them are trying to be belly up, vulnerable.
After some time though, Seokjin finally pins him.
“Jeongguk-ah.” He rasps. Human voice roughed up from being shifted for so long.
Fuck, he sounds incredible.
His smell, too. It was such a soft, pretty scent for such a big strong alpha. Right now it was tinged with dirt and sweat. Jeongguk wanted to gnaw on it. Sink his teeth into it as if it were a physical thing itself. A chew toy to calm the claiming ache in his teeth.
Biting another alpha’s scent gland as another alpha however could be dangerous, he knows. Instincts don’t usually allow for it unless they’re already comfortable being mated. Though somehow, he feels like his Seokjin-hyung would never rip his jugular out over a little nibble. He lets him get away with a lot. Even when instincts urge you.
They’re a lot alike in that way.
“I’ve caught you, gangaji.” His tone is playful, but there’s something a little too serious in his expression. His eyes are dilated, pupils blown completely wide. It might be from the rush. Maybe a mix of something else. Jeongguk loves it.
“Hyung, don’t call me that.” Jeongguk’s muscles are screaming at him for rest. They’re both covered in dirt and bruises. Grimy from head to toe. It does nothing to stop him from still trying to get out of the pin. He trashes, but goes nowhere. Seokjin is straddling his legs to keep his lower body still. He towers over Jeongguk, both arms holding his hands to the sides of his head. So steady, so completely pressed into the ground. He thinks he probably couldn't get up even if he tried his hardest.
He loves it. He loves it.
“It’s fitting though, you’re a puppy.” Seokjin still has that sort of crazed look in his eyes. Like he wants to eat Jeongguk.
“Oh, fuck off.” He tries one more time to squirm out of his hold. This time trying with all his remaining strength. His arms do come off of the ground a little bit.
But then there’s this nasty snarl that comes from above him. From Seokjin.
Jeongguk freezes.
His heart rate starts to pick up. He’s never heard such a guttural sound come from his hyung before. Not even when he was tearing into a freshly caught meal.
It was— fuck, it was so hot.
“Hyung, what are you-” He tries tugging on his bound wrists again, but this time Seokjin snaps his sharp teeth at him. He snapped at him. What the hell is happening?
Jeongguk tries again. “What are you doing? Seokjin-hyung?” His heart is racing a mile a minute. Rabbiting in his chest.
Prey.
All of a sudden, Jeongguk feels like prey.
He can’t move or he gets sharp wolf teeth snapped at him. Seokjin is a dead weight, and he slowly leans down into his space. Nostrils flaring open wide, like he’s savoring Jeongguk’s scent himself. He thinks he’s probably pumping out a load of pheromones. If Seokjin is going feral, then he can’t imagine how that smells to him now in this state.
Is Seokjin really going feral? Oh goddess.
It made his heart race.
Jeongguk stops struggling and stares up at his hyung to get a good look, which makes Seokjin growl. Probably without meaning to. He’s sure eye contact while feral comes off as a challenge, but he needs to check his eyes.
Yes, they’ve gone from golden to blood red. It was a little scary, but that’s okay. He knows at least, even feral, his Seokjinnie would never kill him. Hurt him? Yeah sure, they always seem to get bruised and cut up whenever they play. Getting a little roughed up is normal for them. They can just lick their wounds. This is the first time he’s ever seen him go feral, though. This was new, scary.
Exciting.
“Hyung… Can you, um, understand me?”
No response. He’s gone nonverbal.
“I’ll stop struggling, hyung. Promise. Maybe ease up a little?” The teasing doesn’t work, though. Seokjin only presses him harder into the dirt. Does going feral make you this much stronger? Weren’t they both exhausted just moments ago?
Seokjin suddenly leans in. Still holding onto Jeongguk’s arms, not letting him move an inch. A nose dragging across his collarbone and up his neck gives him a pleasant shiver. He’s taking lungfuls of Jeongguk’s scent in. Like he’s not in his right mind, completely led by smell alone. Once he finds the spot he wants, his teeth and tongue dig in.
Biting and lapping directly over his scent gland.
Jeongguk gasps hard.
Sure, they get close with each other’s scent glands, pretty often. They’re close enough for that. Scenting is a daily thing for them. Jeongguk never thought they would be close enough for Seokjin to ravage his scent glad, though. He couldn’t even move from the shock alone.
It felt so unbelievably good.
Jeongguk’s back completely arches off the ground, and he has to stop himself from coming right then and there. His nerve endings are sent aflame. A scent gland is already entirely too sensitive for this rough treatment, but Jeongguk— he was a sensitive guy. This was too much. If he doesn’t stop it, then he’s going to go crazy. He’ll lose his mind. Everything feels so so good. He thinks he can hear himself wailing, but it sounds so far away.
The worst of it is the teeth, at some point Seokjin stops lapping his tongue up and down his scent gland and just latches his jaw down. His teeth almost feel like they’ll puncture skin. Maybe they did. A jolt of pain, pleasure, and shock shoots through Jeongguk, and he can do nothing but ride it out. He can’t take this anymore, he feels like he’ll die.
Is he going to mate him in the dirt like this?
The thought shoves air back into his lungs. Gets his voice working again.
“Hyung! Oh goddess, p-please!” He can feel his claws trying to dig into something, anything. Wishes his arms weren’t bound right now. He wants to hold onto his hyung. Tug him closer, and hold him there forever.
Jeongguk feels Seokjin’s bare cock grow harder by the second. They’re both naked from running around shifted, so he can feel everything. Can feel it filling out where it sits on his thigh. He knows his own cock must be swollen and leaking by now. Jeongguk doesn’t think he’s ever felt this good before.
But then Seokjin’s hard cock starts to drag so deliciously against his own, and he’s proven wrong. That paired with the assault on his scent gland was otherworldly. Jeongguk can’t move an inch. His eyes rolled up at the feeling. Breath caught again.
All he can do is ride out the feeling.
Then Jeongguk pants for air. Trying to call out for Seokjin. Needs to beg, plead. For what, though? To be let go? To bite harder?
He doesn’t mean for it to slip out of his mouth, but—
“Ah- Alpha!”
Seokjin slowly relaxes. His body is slowly deflating all that built up tension, sated for now. From what though, being called alpha?
Jeongguk feels like he’s burning up, chest heaving with the breaths he couldn’t catch before. Finally able to breathe. Completely overwhelmed.
But he’s never been harder in his life.
Did he really just call Seokjin alpha? He’s never done that before, usually that was saved for your mates. He can’t say he hated it, though. It’s a fantasy he was prepared to take to the grave with him. Daydreamed calling Seokjin his alpha ever since they’d presented. He just never thought it would happen like this.
His own alpha feels like it’s trashing, fighting off even the idea of calling another by their title. Wrong, wrong, wrong it chants inside of him. Jeongguk isn’t one to go against what he wants, though. Even if his alpha protests, that’s okay. He’s always been one to follow his heart over his instincts anyways. He’ll try again.
“A-alpha. Alpha, if you can hear me, come back to me. Please.”
Whatever is happening right now, he wants Seokjin to be one hundred percent aware. He wants to know if it’s his feral-clouded mind talking, or if— maybe if his hyung really wants this. Again, his inner wolf is fighting against him at the thought. Clawing at him to stop. What he won’t let it do is take this away from him. His want for Seokjin. Jeongguk’s already known what he wants for a long time now.
He needs to know.
“Alpha, please. Seokjin-hyung.”
Seokjin’s eyes remain red, but he can see some clarity in them now. He’s blinking rapidly, before his eyes focus. Though, even after he’s snapped out of it, there’s still that starved look. Like he wants to eat Jeongguk whole.
That’s no problem. He’d gladly let him.
“Jeongguk-ah.” Finally he’s able to speak. His pleas have been answered. Jeongguk smiles.
“Hyung.” Jeongguk tries to wiggle his wrists out of their hold, and Seokjin lets him. Slowly. Almost as if he doesn’t entirely trust that Jeongguk won’t run off as soon as he lets go. It’s the farthest thing on his mind, though. He’d love to stay under Seokjin forever, but his wrists were starting to get sore from how long he was pinned. And he kind of really wants to touch Seokjin now.
Jeongguk shakily lifts one hand up to tuck some of Seokjin’s long hair behind his ear.
Seokjin leans into it, still eyeing him.
“Hyung, you went, ah, feral for a second there. Your wolf go crazy or something?” He tries to joke, to ease this overbearing tension that’s pulling the air out of his lungs. His chest is still heaving, trying to find his bearings. Get a bit of a clear head at least. The scent coming off of Seokjin in waves was dizzying. Clouding his senses too fucking much, he couldn’t think.
Seokjin says nothing. His eyes feeling like they’re taking him apart. Just hovering, watching.
“T-the red eyes are a look. It’s kinda sexy, don’t you think?”
At that Seokjin huffs. Still maintaining eye contact, he tilts his head to the side to kiss Jeongguk’s palm.
Jeongguk feels the air leave his lungs again.
“Jeongguk-ah… Will you let hyung take care of you?”
He could still feel Seokjin’s hard cock against his hip. Does that mean—
“Hyung…” He feels like that’s not the right word. He already knows what he wants. What they want.
Seokjin simply stares down at him and waits.
“A-alpha.”
Seokjin’s eyes widen and almost seem to glow, they’re so red. He surges down and captures Jeongguk’s lips with his own. The kisses start off wild, there’s no easing into this. At some point there’s iron spilling onto their tongues. He can’t even tell whose blood it is. It doesn’t matter, all he wants is his hyung to devour him. Leave no crumbs left behind. He’ll willingly give all of himself.
Seokjin wants him. He wants him. He wants him.
There’s so much drool leaking out of— out of one of their mouths. Jeongguk doesn’t know who. Maybe from both of them. It almost feels like they’re both dogs. Mindlessly mouthing at each other, teeth catching on tongues and lips.
It’s their first kiss, and it’s perfectly them.
The teeth tearing him apart start to move down. Nipping at collarbones, nipples (Jeongguk yelps at that), his belly, and even lower. He can feel Seokjin’s claws digging into his thighs trying to pry them apart and lift them. Jeongguk goes completely limp, allowing his hyung to mold him into whatever position he wants. Feels malleable, like dough. Wants to be torn apart and consumed.
He can finally feel himself start to relax into submitting. It feels freeing.
Like this was always how it’s supposed to have been for him. This is what feels right.
Once Seokjin has him spread, he dips his head down to sniff-sniff smell from cock to hole. Huge inhales that leaves a warm pit in his belly. Jeongguk knows that’s a potent area of scent, but he still feels his face grow hot as he throws an arm over his eyes in shame. He tries really hard not to start whining.
Goddess, they really were behaving like dogs.
“You smell so good.” His nose is buried in his taint. The light pressure making Jeongguk want to beg for him to go a little lower.
“Alpha please…”
He’s long realized how much he’s wanted this, but he also wants it to last. He can be good for his hyung, take what’s given.
Like an omega.
Jeongguk scrunches his eyes, his inner wolf howling at him. It’s not the first time he’s thought about subgender play. He thinks it’s really hot actually, but goddess does his alpha throw a fit at it. His alpha had only just started getting used to the whole submitting idea. Maybe that was a little too far, too soon for the inner wolf. Oh well. He does what he wants.
He doesn’t realize his face is still scrunched from the ache of his alpha’s inner struggle. Seokjin takes his pained expression as something else. “Are you okay, puppy?”
Jeongguk waves off the question, and laughs shakily. “W-why do you always call me that? I’m 26.”
“Hmm, you’re still my little pup.”
“Oh shut up.”
With a scoff, Seokjin smiles and starts to eye him up and down. Like he’s eyeing up a freshly caught meal. Jeongguk shivers.
“You know you’ll always be my baby alpha, right?”
“Hyung…” Jeongguk can’t help but blush and whine. “That’s so corny.”
“I don’t care, it’s true.”
Jeongguk somehow blushes even harder. What a weird, sweet conversation to have while his hyung is still between his legs. Good thing Seokjin doesn’t even see it, his eyes are now stuck. Glued to Jeongguk’s painfully still-hard dick.
Jeongguk’s eyes widen.
Seokjin slowly leans down, sniffing at him again. Oh, and he knows smelling him like that will just rile Seokjin’s alpha up again. And he’s right. Sees the glow of red, flash of fangs. Another snarl rips from Seokjin’s throat.
Jeongguk can’t help but think if he were an omega right now, he’d be dripping.
Seokjin cradles his cock in one hand, and licks a fat stripe from his balls to the head. Going up and back down. Jeongguk can do nothing but gasp, and wish his hyung could eat him whole. His hips try bucking up, but Seokjin must have a thing for holding Jeongguk down, because he goes absolutely nowhere. His other hand is still holding onto him. Like an iron grip, not wanting his catch to be let loose. Like he’s a freshly caught rabbit, held down to not be set free again.
He feels like prey all over again. Game caught for a hearty meal.
The tongue lapping at his cock starts to focus on his cock head. Dipping into the leaking hole, sipping him up. Tasting just to taste. The focused wet pressure has Jeongguk’s eyes rolling up a little. Shutting them to focus on the overwhelming feeling.
Seokjin eventually drags himself lower, tongue now digging into his tight hole. Unrelenting in it’s pressure, needing to go deeper. So much deeper. Jeongguk needs Seokjin inside of his guts.
His hyung seems to agree, as he takes both his hands and pries his cheeks apart. Going just the slightest bit farther in than he could before. Even just millimeters deeper, it was worth it. He starts dragging his tongue in and out, in, and back out to suck at his rim. Jeongguk feels a fang scrape against his most sensitive parts, and shivers hard. Fuck, it was so much.
Sloppy in the way that feels wild. The heat and wetness has Jeongguk crying out, tears in his eyes. It’s so, so messy. He can feel Seokjin’s drool completely coating him inside and out. Going from suck-slurping at his rim to prying right back into his hole.
He’s had his ass eaten before, but never like this. It feels crazed and desperate like he’s never known. And worst of all he couldn’t even stop it if he tried. Alpha strength completely overpowering him. Jeongguk is strong himself, but has gone completely boneless and prone. He loves the way his hyung is just taking what he wants. His grip so firm and commanding. Stay put.
He feels like this is all that he’s ever wanted.
Jeongguk reaches down and holds onto Seokjin’s hair for dear life. He feels like he could come from just this. He’s never done that from just an ass eating, but it’s just so intense. Though, he knows it’s probably just because this is his hyung who’s practically eating him alive. His alpha-hyung. His Seokjin.
It’s hard to start speaking again after doing nothing but whine and cry for however long he’s been getting devoured, but he tries his best.
“I wish you could fuck me. Right here.”
That makes Seokjin pull away with one last lick of his lips. His pupils are completely blown wide, and his jaw is soaked in drool. Lips a cherry red and plush. Hair strewn from Jeongguk’s pull-pushing at it. Goddess help him now, he feels like he’s losing his mind. He’s never seen anything so sexy in his entire life.
“I want you to mount me, so badly. But…”
Seokjin just scoffs, and throws him a fond smile. It looks a little silly with how messy he is right now. He’s started to come down from his mindless urge to fuck Jeongguk right into the dirt. It’s the most calm and collected Jeongguk’s seen him all night. “I know. Trust me, I know.” His eyes are still red, never losing their vibrancy. It makes Jeongguk wonder if he’s still riding that fine line of sanity and completely losing it. Maybe talking about this right now is slowly snapping him out of it.
It feels considerate for Seokjin to fight off the feral urges. To remain level headed enough to get the point across that he really does want this. It’s not some dumb wolf instincts kicking in.
Jeongguk also helplessly wonders how long his hyung has felt this way for him, this carnal desire. So helplessly thinking about the fact that he’s what triggered it. He made Seokjin lose it.
Just the thought drives him crazy.
He also can’t help but wonder what would have happened had he actually been an omega. The slick would have made him so easy access to a feral alpha. A dripping cunt that undoubtedly would have still craved Seokjin’s cock inside, just as his hole does now. They know, though they have to be careful.
Something selfishly tugs at Jeongguk’s gut. He needs to get fucked in some way, right now.
“Do you wanna…” Jeongguk trails off.
“Wanna what?”
“You can— um, fuck my thighs if you want.”
Seokjin’s eyes narrow and he grins, all predatory like. Jeongguk shivers, anticipation burning a hole in his belly.
“You are soaking wet now, huh?” Yeah, he can definitely feel it. The unhinged way his hyung was slobbering all over him has him dripping like he’s in heat. It was so hot.
Jeongguk hears whining, and realizes it’s himself. Goddess that’s embarrassing.
Jeongguk starts to feel a little more brave, just a little. In the face of a borderline feral alpha, he’d say he’s doing pretty well. He slowly raises from the dirt to flip around. Hands and knees. He just really wants to get mounted right now, doesn’t even matter where.
He helplessly imagines Seokjin sliding right into his hole. Just forcing it in, making him take it, and absolutely railing him out of his mind. Doesn’t care if it’s unrealistic. He knows the next time they do this, they will be prepared. He needs Seokjin deep in his guts. Yesterday.
He imagines spreading his cheeks to tempt him. Shaking his ass in his face. Take what you want, take it. Wow he feels like such a whore.
But for now, he’ll settle for letting his alpha hyung knot his thighs. Or any other orifice he wants to stick it in. Honestly, he’d let him do anything at this point.
Seokjin grips his thighs, jiggles them a little, claws digging into his flesh. Oh, that was nice.
“Wait, lemme—” Spits right onto his sloppy legs, dripping all down his legs. He gives his ass a comically loud smack for good measure. Jeongguk can’t help his gasp, and feels himself smile. “Yeah. Okay, better.”
Jeongguk knows he was wet enough already, and scoffs.
Seokjin grips himself, and lines up. Slowly presses into that lovely little pocket of fat right below his balls. Seokjin groans the whole way through. Knowing he’s making his hyung feel good, Jeongguk preens. It’s so good, and he’s not even being penetrated. He thinks it’s also why it’s so good for Seokjin, too. It’s with each other. It’s always been about each other. Jeongguk feels ridiculous having such thoughts while his hyung is literally about to pound into his tightly crossed legs, but he doesn’t care. He’s always been a bit of a romantic, unfortunately.
He feels Seokjin start moving, and goes to grip himself. Jeongguk pumps his cock in time with Seokjin’s rough thrusts. He can feel a pleasant haze taking him over already.
Is that growling he hears? Holy shit.
Seokjin is unconsciously rasping out noises as he rams himself into Jeongguk. Oh, he feels weak. His arm immediately gives out, and he goes into the dirt, face down ass up. Oh goddess, that was hot. All his noises, they almost sound possessive.
Jeongguk privately hopes Seokjin goes feral again, either now or when they can properly fuck.
That was kind of selfish, wasn’t it? He can’t care right now, though.
Jeongguk goes so pliant, all he can do is dig his claws into whatever they catch, and moan into the dirt. Hand flying over his cock. They weren’t even fucking, and he still felt like he was being ruined.
He’s always been weak for scenting, and already he can smell Seokjin everywhere. It’s going to stick to him for days. The thought has Jeongguk’s eyes rolling into the back of his head. His whines getting louder as he gets shoved closer to release. He keeps fisting his own cock to the rhythm of Seokjin’s thrusts.
“Jeongguk-ah, you feel so good.” Seokjin rasps into his ear. He sounds totally wrecked, just from fucking his thighs.
“Alpha, I-I’m close,” Jeongguk feels a little shy to admit that, but he’s felt worked up for what feels like hours now. He knows he’s gonna come first.
Jeongguk squeezes himself hard, the bit of pain what he needs to send him closer to the edge.
Suddenly, he feels Seokjin land a hard smack to his ass and Jeongguk cries out. Eyes tearing up, and he’s coming harder than he has in a long time. The feeling of Seokjin still fucking into his thighs start to become sensitive. As much as it wrings out his orgasm as long as possible, it also feels like too much. It felt like more than just an orgasm. It felt like the first of many firsts with his hyung.
It felt like something had clicked into place. Everything just felt so right.
Wow that was cheesy. And right after he’s just shared his first orgasm with his hyung.
He feels a little teary eyed, and not just from his intense orgasm either. Damn, he didn’t mean to get emotional over this. Always been a crier. Maybe this is something he’s needed more than he realized.
Jeongguk didn’t realize that Seokjin had stopped, and was rubbing his back. “Are you okay, gangaji?”
He can’t help the little sniffle that comes out, and he smiles. “I-I told you not to call me that, it’s cringe.”
“Hey, I am not cringe. Show some respect.”
“Mm, I’m okay.”
He feels Seokjin lean down and place a gentle kiss to his spine, and Jeongguk turns cherry red all over again. So intense it spreads all down his chest and back.
But unfortunately this time, Seokjin does see it. He can feel the lips on his back stretching into a smile.
A surge of affection shoots through Jeongguk all at once, and he gets the urge to please him. Please his alpha.
My alpha.
Seokjin still had his hard cock stuffed in the fat of Jeongguk’s thighs, so he throws his ass back. Seokjin groans at the friction, and goes back to holding onto his hips. Jeongguk continues to fuck himself onto Seokjin’s length. He’s spent, himself, but he needs to make him feel good.
“Jeongguk-ah.” Seokjin moans loud, and it makes Jeongguk light up in pride. If he were an omega he’d start purring right about now. It felt so natural, making your alpha feel good.
Jeongguk fears he might even start falling in love.
If he hasn’t already.
Seokjin picks back up his thrusts, meeting Jeongguk’s. He leans back, and takes total control again. The slap of skin is embarrassing, but satisfying to Jeongguk’s ears. He can’t help but imagine what it would feel like to be actually mounted by his hyung.
Jeongguk suddenly feels something hot and slick dripping all over his backside.
He decides to crane his neck around to look back at Seokjin, and what he sees almost has him getting hard again.
Seokjin’s eyes are locked onto where he’s fucking Jeongguk. Drool is dripping out of his open panting mouth. Sharp wolf teeth glimmering in saliva and moonlight. The sight is so hot it really does have Jeongguk starting to get hard again.
Goddess, he really needs Seokjin to fuck him.
But even so, his thighs might start to chafe soon if he doesn’t stop this, so he blurts out-
“Can I suck you off?”
At this point Seokjin is desperate to come now. Always hated how long it takes him, stamina too good for his own sake.
Maybe Jeongguk will love that, though.
Seokjin’s panting grows louder as he wills himself to slow down. He hadn’t realized just how much precome and drool he’d started to leak all over Jeongguk. It was everywhere. The slick-sticky mess in between Jeongguk’s thighs is heavenly, he lets his mind wander. The urge to shove his fingers into that tight little alpha hole. The thought was addicting. Irresponsible he knows. They’re gonna need a lot more than some dumb dog drool to get Seokjin’s huge cock into Jeongguk’s tiny hole.
And the thought of getting the baby alphas mouth around his cock wins him over in the end anyways.
He syrupy slow drags his cock out of the mess of precum and drool. Savoring it while it lasts. He can’t help but think of how Jeongguk’s tight hole would feel around his cock. If this is how his baby alpha sounds just from getting mounted, he wonders how wrecked he’ll be once he finally takes him.
He’d take his time. Make sure Jeongguk feels good.
Jeongguk rests his forehead in the dirt for a moment, catching his breath. Then shakily brings his arms up to lift himself off the ground. He turns around and gets into a kneeling position. His big sparkly eyes were full of tears. Face smudged in filth. Long curls going in every direction. Seokjin felt like he was going crazy at the sight. He looked so beautiful like this.
It was when Jeongguk opens his mouth and looks up at him when Seokjin truly snaps.
He really feels like he’ll lose it now if he doesn’t stick his cock somewhere into Jeongguk.
With a snarl, Seokjin grabs the back of Jeongguk’s head with one hand and shoves him onto his cock. Jeongguk was prepared for it. Mouth wide open and inviting. He’s given his fair share of blowjobs, and knows how to take it. He wants to prove how good he can make his alpha-hyung feel.
As Jeongguk suctions his mouth over his cock, he starts to feel like he’s drifting again. Into that submissive space in the back of his mind. He feels like all he needs to do at this point is suck Seokjin off, and just let him fuck his throat. He thinks he’s going a little crazy, because now he’s thinking about not even needing to breathe. Take that away from him too, he doesn’t care. All he wants is his hyung to use him up, till he’s gone.
He’s not sure if Seokjin notices the distant haze in his eyes. He’s not even sure if he’s sane, Seokjin could be going feral again for all he knew. He can’t seem to focus his eyes enough to check, though.
All he knows is the weight of his cock on his tongue, and the pressure in the back of his throat feels amazing.
Seokjin starts off with slow gentle thrusts. Still sane enough not to force himself inside. The pressure around the head of his cock starts to overtake him. It’s Jeongguk’s tight wet hole. That’s all that matters to him right now. It’s his. His little alpha.
Eventually Seokjin has both his hands woven through Jeongguk’s long curls. Holding him still so he can fuck into his throat. Growls loudly.
This is mine. He is mine. My hole. My baby.
He feels a little bit out of his mind.
Jeongguk is still enthusiastically guzzling down his length, ever the overachiever. There is drool splattering out of his mouth, going in all directions. It’s so messy.
Jeongguk starts to feel lightheaded, and relishes in the fact that Seokjin is making him so light of breath. Loves the way he’s been completely overpowered. He wants to stay like this forever. Handing over his control to his alpha. Letting him do whatever he wanted to his body. Finally feels content to just submit.
He can feel tears start to stream down his face from the occasional gags. The cock was hitting him so deep.
Once Seokjin can feel himself finally tipping over the edge, he firmly grips the back of Jeongguk’s head and shoves himself as far down his throat as he can. There is no knot, sadly, but Jeongguk thinks to himself that it’s for the better.
The sooner they run back to their pack, the faster he’ll be mounted.
And possibly mated.
Even while his hyung is coming a serious load down his throat, he still finds the time to be a hopeless romantic.
Just how many times as he thought about Seokjin mating him? Was that even appropriate? Jeongguk doesn’t know. Doesn’t really care right now. He’ll worry about that later.
Goddess, Seokjin really does cum so much. He pulls out to let Jeongguk catch his breath and releases the rest all over Jeongguk’s body. If it were anybody else, Jeongguk knows he’d be endlessly grossed out. Right now, though, he thinks he probably would have started crying again if Seokjin hadn’t marked him in some way. He wants to rub it in.
Jeongguk scrunches his nose at his own desires. Almost wants to laugh. Wow, he really was being gross.
Instead of rubbing cum into his skin like a fiend, he takes Seokjin’s cock back into his mouth, and just gently sucks him through his aftershocks. As he feels the cock still in his throat stop pulsing, he can’t help but feel sad as Seokjin slowly lets him go. His lips cling on the pull out. Already missing the weight of his cock filling him. He thinks that’s okay, though. He’ll be mounted today. He knows it. Feels so secure about this.
Jeongguk looks up at his hyung, eyes wide and tears drying on his face. Devoted. Seokjin cradles his jaw with both hands, not even bothering to wipe his mess away, and leans down for a sweet kiss. As Seokjin pulls away, he leans his forehead to rest on Jeongguk’s, and they look deeply into each other’s eyes. Seokjin’s have gone back to their beautiful golden color. Not even a speck of red left.
Not trusting his voice or the things he could say right now as a human, Jeongguk simply shifts once again. Walking in circles, antsy to return back to their pack. Seokjin chuckles at him, fond and also full of energy again. He shifts, walks over to Jeongguk and gently nips his side.
With that, they take off back towards their pack.