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Eric squirms in his seat, restless, bouncing his leg, clicking his pen. The lecture feels like it’s been going on for hours, though it’s only been forty five minutes. Five more, and then he’s free, but it keeps dragging. He feels like he’s going to crawl out of his skin if he doesn’t go home and do something.
To be specific, he needs to jack off.
He was warned about this fairly early on. Along with all the other changes that come with being a werewolf— which include enhanced senses, the need to shift during the full moon, the urge to frolic in the woods, the overwhelming desire for skin contact— there are a couple months throughout the year where he and every werewolf on the planet will be a little overheated, slightly irritable, and ridiculously horny at all times.
How do they live like this? It’s been three days, and Eric hasn’t been able to retain a single thing from his lectures. He doesn’t even want to think about the homework piling up. The only thing he’s succeeded in doing is breaking his only vibrator.
Finally, his professor ends class for the day, letting them out right on time. It’s Eric’s only class on Wednesdays, so he’s free to head straight home and—
Ah, Juyeon.
“Done?” the other werewolf asks, immediately tucking Eric into his side. “Want to get something to eat?”
What Eric wants to do is cry.
Don’t get him wrong; it’s sweet of Juyeon to hang out with him after his classes. Eric isn’t sure if it’s just because he’s newly turned, or if Juyeon feels responsible for him, having been the one to bring him into the pack. The others frequently meet up with Eric between classes as well, but Juyeon shows up way more often than anyone else. Eric doesn’t mind it— loves it, actually, with the stupid little crush he’s been developing on him.
But Eric is so horny.
“Juyeon-hyung,” Eric whines, and he rubs his face on Juyeon’s shoulder, scenting.
Juyeon’s chest rumbles. “Ah, that’s right,” he says. “This is your first mating season.”
Eric nods and looks up at Juyeon with a pout. “My vibrator broke.” Juyeon’s scent spikes at that, and Eric can’t resist leaning in, running the tip of his nose along Juyeon’s neck as he breathes in. It scratches an itch in his brain that finally, finally starts to calm him down…
… Until Juyeon pulls away. He laughs when Eric just shoves his face in Juyeon’s neck. “You’re like a puppy,” he says.
Slightly offended, Eric bites Juyeon.
“Ah!” Juyeon grabs the back of Eric’s collar and tugs him away with a frown. “A bad puppy. Not here. Let’s go to the pack house, and then you can scent me all you want. And…,” he starts walking, arm back around Eric’s shoulders, “the toy shop is closed on Wednesdays, but we can go tomorrow. My last class ends at three.”
Eric’s first thought is Of course they’re closed on Wednesdays, why would anything be convenient for me? His second thought is We???
“We? You’re coming with me?” Eric asks, a little bewildered, because why does Juyeon need to come? It’s not like Eric needs someone around 24/7.
“Do you not want me to?”
“That’s not what I said.” Because, frankly, Juyeon is hot and quite possibly the man of Eric’s dreams, and if he wants to tag along to help Eric pick out a vibrator— and maybe a few other things— then Eric isn’t going to stop him. Maybe he can even convince him to join him when he tries his new things later. And, well… “I guess I’ll need someone to drive me there anyway.”
It’s not like Eric can’t just walk there; the town near their university isn’t that far. He used to make the trek by himself frequently enough before he was turned. But if his packmates are a little overprotective and offer to drive him just so he doesn’t have to make the trip alone, why shouldn’t he accept? He’s just… never gone to a toy shop with anyone. Even in America, when his parents dropped him off at the mall to hang with his friends, he went off on his own to buy his first— and his second— vibrator, hiding them under stupid shirts he pretended were gifts for his friends.
He looks up at Juyeon, who looks back at him with a gentle smile. God, he wants this man to wreck him. Taking a deep breath, he turns back ahead, ignoring Juyeon’s gaze as he focuses on getting to the pack house without having a mental breakdown. His emotions are going haywire; he really hopes this bonding session will help settle him like Juyeon seems to think it will.
By the time they arrive at the house, Eric’s growling stomach is impossible to ignore, so Juyeon makes a quick dinner for the two of them. He must have forgotten that other people live in the house, because he doesn’t make enough for Haknyeon, who slinks back to his room with a glare, or Sunwoo, who comes home from soccer practice halfway through, whining about starving.
“Wow, that tunnel vision of yours feels like it’s gotten worse, Juyeon-ah,” Kevin says from his spot on the couch. He doesn’t even spare them a glance, rapidly typing on his phone with a grin.
Juyeon grumbles. “I saw him,” he whispers to Eric, defensive, “but he never eats my cooking so I didn’t bother!”
“And everyone else?” Eric asks. He could make Juyeon feel better about his cooking by saying that he just doesn’t put enough vegetables for Kevin, but Eric likes what Juyeon makes. Because it doesn’t have vegetables. “They weren’t in your line of sight, so you didn’t remember to make them a portion?”
“Well, I just— The hyungs usually cook for all of us…. Otherwise, we fend for ourselves.” Juyeon pouts down at his empty plate, terribly cute as he sulks.
That checks out with what Eric’s noticed over the past few months. Whenever he stops by, it’s either everyone lending a hand, or Sangyeon and Hyunjae cooking together. Younghoon helps with dinner on the few occasions he spends the night, but he’s quite busy taking care of his mother, so it’s not often. If neither of them are around, the others typically order takeout.
Eric giggles as he takes their plates to the sink, telling himself that Juyeon cooked just for him. “I’m just teasing, hyung. Thank you for dinner.” He turns on the faucet, getting ready to wash the dishes when Juyeon startles him by ruffling his hair, first with his hand, then with his cheek, scenting him lightly. The warmth of Juyeon’s body spreads along Eric’s back as Juyeon places his other hand against the counter, caging Eric in. Desperately, Eric tries to keep his breathing steady and hopes that Juyeon can’t smell his desire.
“Thank you for cleaning up, Ericcie,” he murmurs. His nails scratch gently at Eric’s scalp. “I’m going to pick up my room a bit so we can make a nest, okay?”
Eric hums an acknowledgement, leaning into Juyeon’s touch. A teasing remark about Juyeon’s messy room sits in the back of his throat, trapped by the knot that’s formed there. He coughs, grabbing the sponge as nonchalantly as he can manage. “Okay,” he says, just as quiet as Juyeon, “be there soon.”
What a stupid thing to say; of course he’ll be there soon. Eric washes the dishes vigorously once Juyeon leaves, irritated at himself.
When the sink is clear, he dries his hands off with a sigh and steps into the living room. Juyeon’s scent lingers around Kevin, who’s still lounging on the couch, and Eric is struck with a sudden bout of envy. It’s so… irrational. Why did he feel special when Juyeon scented him? They’re a pack; they’re all going to scent each other.
Brow furrowed, he sits next to Kevin and wraps his arms around him, running his nose along Kevin’s neck. There’s Juyeon’s scent, of course, freshly done, but underneath it is a faint hint of Jaehyun and Sangyeon, and, beneath all of that, Kevin’s own scent. He hooks his chin on Kevin’s shoulder and adds himself to the mix, wishing that Kevin— or any of their humans, really— could scent him back.
Kevin seems to know what he’s seeking out, chuckling at his frustrated sigh. “I’m sorry, baby,” he says, stroking Eric’s hair. “If you caught me after I did my workout this morning, my scent would be stronger for you.” When Eric only grumbles— because that’s really only half of the problem— Kevin pats his shoulder. “Go on to Juyeonie, he’s probably waiting for you. He’ll be able to help you better than me.”
Eric doesn’t think anything will help him at this point. All he’s doing is getting more frustrated, and he’s so needy, it’s driving him insane. He just knows that his clinginess is going to annoy someone, and he thinks he might snap if someone pushes him away right now.
Okay, actually, Kevin is right. He needs to go to Juyeon.
Reluctantly, Eric pulls away, standing as he pats down Kevin’s hair. “Cuddle later?” he asks, just in case he needs a backup for when Juyeon gets tired of him.
Kevin laughs at his request, making him pout. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” he says, mischievous glint in his eye, “but I don’t think Juyeon is going to let go of you any time soon. And that bed is not big enough for three.” He slaps at the back of Eric’s thigh, right beneath his ass, and pushes him along. “If you manage to get away from the third clingiest member of this pack, come find me.”
“Third?”
“Yeah, after you and Hyunjae-hyung.”
Eric reaches over to push Kevin back and runs off, giggling at Kevin’s fake outrage.
When he gets to Juyeon’s room, it’s… mostly tidy, which is the best he can really ask of Juyeon. Ignoring everything shoved under the bed will be very easy once he’s on top of it. He closes the door behind him and joins in making the nest. The fact that it’s just for the two of them makes him a little shy, or maybe it’s just that they’ll be in Juyeon’s bed, surrounded by Juyeon’s scent.
Juyeon holds up the one item he managed to grab from the packroom: a small throw blanket. “Sorry,” he says sheepishly, “slim pickings this time of year.”
Gently, Eric takes it and places it on top, smoothing it out so they can lay directly on it. As soon as he gets in the nest, he feels calmer, his mind settling. His agitation from earlier bleeds out of him when his head hits the pillows, and he watches through heavily lidded eyes as Juyeon joins him in bed. “It’s okay, hyung,” he says. The two of them lay on their sides, facing each other just inches apart. “This is fine.”
“Mm, good.” Juyeon’s hand wraps around Eric’s waist, pulling him closer, intertwining their bodies together until it’s hard to tell where Eric ends and Juyeon begins. Nose pressed to Eric’s neck, he breathes in, sighing contentedly as he relaxes in Eric’s arms.
Maybe they both needed this. Eric isn’t the only one going through mating season, after all.
He lets out a small noise, and Juyeon immediately shifts to give him room, which he takes advantage of. Using his body, he pushes Juyeon onto his back, settling his weight on top of him and shoving his face into Juyeon’s shoulder. His hands wiggle beneath Juyeon, holding him tightly as he begins to scent him purposefully.
Juyeon scents him in return, brings a hand up to hold the nape of Eric’s neck, his nose brushing Eric’s jaw. Their scents blend together, draping over the two of them like a warm blanket, soothing the itch in Eric’s bones, the buzzing beneath his skin. Fuck, if he knew this was all it took, he’d have been doing this every day for the past three days already.
But he can tell that the restlessness is still there, just lessened. For as long as he’s in his packmate’s arms, he’s okay, but once he’s alone again? It’ll be unbearable, maybe even worse than before. And goddammit, he’s still horny.
Biting his lip, he tries to push that away, tries to keep his desire from invading their bonding. He’s not sure he succeeds, but Juyeon only holds him tighter, presses closer. “Better?” Juyeon asks, and Eric nods shyly. He doesn’t want to say what’s really on his mind.
It feels like only minutes have passed, but when Eric brings his mind back into focus, he realizes that it’s dark outside. They must have been laying together for hours, doing nothing but scenting and relishing each other’s presence. It’s something that still surprises Eric, months into being a wolf. The fact that he can just lay here and turn his brain off, that he can feel so much closer to someone, like he knows them better than before even when they haven’t spoken. He lifts his head to look at Juyeon’s face, smiling when Juyeon shifts to look back at him.
They move together, turning on their sides, settling easily into their new position. Their legs tangle together, and Eric lays his arm out for Juyeon to rest his head on. Juyeon’s voice is slightly rough from disuse when he asks, “Do you have anything you need to do tonight?”
Eric hums out a negative, knowing damn well he’s let things pile up. He has so much to do, the most pressing thing being homework due in the morning, but there’s no way he’s getting out of this bed now. Maybe he’s overreacting, but this is the most clear his mind has been all week.
It doesn’t hurt that he’s in Juyeon’s arms, surrounded by his scent.
Juyeon’s eyes crinkle as he smiles, his hand gently rubbing Eric’s back. “Then do you want to stay like this? Or we can watch a movie or something instead.”
“Let’s stay like this,” Eric says. So they do.
In the morning, Eric wakes up refreshed and ready to conquer the world. Gently, he extricates himself from Juyeon, climbing over him to get out of bed, and only hesitates a moment before stealing one of his shirts, tossing his own in the pile of dirty clothes— he swears he’s gonna get this man a hamper himself one day, if only because that drives him crazy. Once he’s dressed, he heads to the kitchen.
There, he finds Kevin, sipping on a cup of coffee, with Hyunjae attached to his back, face buried in his neck. “Good morning,” Eric says. “Can you show me how to use this thing?” He points at the coffee machine.
Kevin hums, shuffling over, a slow process with an entire man hanging off of him. “Sure, but since when do you drink coffee?”
For some reason, that question flusters Eric, who, instead of simply telling the truth, blurts out, “Since now.”
“Oh, so you aren’t just making it for Juyeonie to help him wake up for his classes after you two spent all night bonding?”
Before Eric can protest, because that sounds wrong coming out of Kevin’s mouth, Hyunjae lifts his head groggily. “Yah, Ericcie. How come you don’t want to scentbond with me?” he asks with a pout. “You only want Juyeonie?”
“I— Hyung, that’s not—”
“It is true! I tried to join you two last night, and you kicked me. Kicked me!” Hyunjae laments, removing himself from Kevin to drape himself over Eric. “What happened to my sweet little pup that I birthed and raised myself?”
A growl from the doorway has all three of them whipping their heads around. Changmin steps into the kitchen, quickly making his way over to Eric and peeling Hyunjae’s arms off of him. “Your pup? All you did was corrupt him, hyung.” Gently, he pats down Eric’s bedhead before grabbing two mugs from the cabinet. “Making coffee for Juyo? You should make him get up and get it himself.”
Eric bites his lip, ignoring Hyunjae’s dramatic sighing over being growled at and tossed aside. “I just… I took up his whole evening yesterday, and he’s even driving me into town later, so it’s the least I can do,” he says, not bothering to deny it. Not to Changmin, whose piercing gaze softens at the sight of him. Taking a chance, he leans his head on Changmin’s shoulder and scents softly when he’s not pushed away.
Being Changmin’s baby has its perks. Snuggling perks.
With deft fingers, Changmin switches the coffee machine from the single cup function to make an entire pot instead, mostly one-handed as he tries not to jostle Eric too much. As they wait for the coffee to brew, he brings his hand back up to Eric’s hair, petting him. “If you want to, it’s fine. But, Ericcie, I feel like you think you owe us more often than not. And you don’t. I hate to say this, but… it’s mating season. Someone, inevitably, is going to ask you for sex. I don’t want you to think that you owe it to any of us. We’re pack. We would do anything for you.”
Eric knows all too well the extent Changmin in particular would go for him. Changmin has already gone that far, after all.
The thing is, Eric doesn’t actually know what he’s done to become Changmin’s baby. All he’s done is ruin Changmin’s life, really. Ever since they laid eyes on each other, he’s been a disaster leading to the other’s downfall. He was the reason Changmin got in trouble with Sangyeon not once, but twice— disobeying their alpha’s direct orders just for Eric. He was the cause of fight after fight between Changmin and Chanhee, a five year relationship that Eric destroyed in two months. And it was his fault Changmin almost died.
He’s even seen the way Changmin looks at Juyeon, and yet, he can’t help himself. He wants Juyeon. If there’s even a chance that Juyeon will have him, he’ll feel a little guilty about his selfishness, but he’ll take it. His only consolation is that Changmin has… something going on with Sunwoo that transcends whatever anyone else has going on.
(Though he’s sure that he can fuck that up too, given enough time.)
Instead of bringing any of that up during their fairly peaceful morning, Eric looks up at Changmin and says playfully, “Changmin-hyung! You would have sex with me if I asked?”
“Yah,” Changmin shrugs him off and pinches his cheeks, “don’t put words in my mouth. Here, pot’s done, get that idiot his coffee before he’s late for class.”
Right. Classes. Eric has one as well, though it’s later in the morning. He still has to finish his assignment for it, but, thankfully, the scentbonding session has actually helped clear his mind. Once he gets back to his dorm, he can do what he needs to do before class.
Quickly, he prepares Juyeon’s coffee and takes it to his room, laughing when Juyeon opens his eyes, completely unfocused until he hones in on the mug. “Careful,” he says, placing it in Juyeon’s hands, “it’s hot.”
Juyeon hums an acknowledgement, voice low and rough from sleep. He closes his eyes and brings the coffee close to his nose, completely missing the way Eric’s scent spikes and his thighs tense. “Thank you, baby,” he says, absolutely not helping Eric’s arousal.
Sometimes Eric loves the fact that Juyeon— and most of the pack, really— picked up that term of endearment from Kevin, but right now, he’s trying to be less horny, thanks.
“Did you know Jaehyun-hyung tried to join us last night?”
Juyeon blows on his coffee before taking a sip, sighing contentedly at the taste. “Yes,” he says, “he laid on top of us and tried to wiggle between us, but you kicked him and told him that if he wanted to sleep three-wide in a bed, he needed to go to his own room with his own boyfriends.” When Eric hides his face in his hands, he laughs and adds, “And then you kicked me when I laughed at him.”
Eric groans. “No wonder he was out there sulking. I’m so sorry, hyung, I don’t remember that at all.”
“Ah, it’s fine.” Still smiling, Juyeon reaches out and grabs Eric’s hand, his thumb sliding gently across Eric’s knuckles. “It was obvious that you weren’t really awake. And you were cute, so I’m sure Jaehyun-hyung will get over it quickly.”
Eric flushes and snatches his hand away, heart racing in his chest. “Okay,” he says, speaking as fast as he can while backing out of the room, “I’ll still have to apologize to him later. You know how much he hates being denied affection! Anyway, hyung, you gotta get ready for class, and I gotta go too, so I’m gonna head out. See you later!”
“After three, remember? Think of what you want to eat.”
“Yes, hyung!” And with that, he rushes out of the packhouse and back to his dorm.
Surprisingly, Eric still feels refreshed and satisfied from the scentbonding session for hours after he leaves, finishing his assignment, showering, and going to class with a clear head. It’s partway through his second class that he starts to feel the restlessness awaken, and he ends up jumping out of his seat to leave as soon as the lecture is over, though Juyeon won’t be done for another hour. He walks to the campus dining area, remembers that Juyeon is taking him out to eat, and walks out, wandering aimlessly.
He runs into Haknyeon, sitting on a bench in the courtyard, attempting to study. With a grin, he sits next to him and cuddles up to his side. “Haknyeonie-hyung!”
Haknyeon sighs but indulges him, hand coming up to massage the nape of Eric’s neck. “Don’t scent me when you’re horny,” he says, but he’s way too late for that. “Ericcie…”
“Sorry,” Eric says, but he doesn’t stop rubbing his cheek on Haknyeon’s shoulder. “I think I’m going insane? How do you deal with this for months?”
“You get used to it. First one’s always hard though.” Haknyeon frowns at Eric, petting his head and scenting back. “Are you… gonna be okay on your own? I’ve heard it’s unbearable to spend the season alone.”
Eric picks his head up to frown back at Haknyeon. “But I have you guys? And Juyeonie-hyung is helping me.”
For a moment, Haknyeon just stares at him, assessing him carefully. After a while, he pushes Eric away and says, “Okay, then why isn’t he helping you now instead of letting you bother me?”
“He’s in class— Oh, it’s already almost time, I was gonna meet him outside the building.” Eric scents Haknyeon one last time before getting up. “Bye, hyung!”
The weird look Haknyeon gave him is quickly forgotten as he makes his way towards the science building. It doesn’t take him long to get there, and soon, he’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, impatiently waiting off to the side. He’s ready to eat, and his stomach makes that apparent by growling every five minutes. Also… well, he’s excited to replace his vibrator too.
Food first though, of course.
As soon as Juyeon appears in his sight, Eric latches onto him and drags him along. “Hyung, I’m so hungry, we have to go to this barbeque place…,” he starts to ramble, and when he looks back, Juyeon just smiles.
It feels a lot like a date, if Eric is being honest. Juyeon’s scent surrounds him in the car, attempting to calm him down, but Eric has too much energy, shaking his leg, fiddling with the air conditioning, hooking his phone up to the car and skipping every song on his playlist. Eventually, Juyeon puts his hand on Eric’s, stopping him in his tracks.
The restaurant isn’t busy, so it’s not long before they’re sitting at a table full of food, chatting and laughing brightly. Every now and then, when Eric gets a little too rowdy, Juyeon slides his hand across the table to gently hold Eric’s. It does not help the whole date vibe they’ve got going on.
Eric almost forgets the real reason they’re in town. Almost.
No amount of hand holding can tamp down his restlessness now. He’s practically bouncing in his seat as they drive over to the adult store, a little ways out past most of the other shops, and he’s definitely bouncing as he gets out of the car and drags Juyeon inside. They show their IDs and pass over their bags for safekeeping at the entrance, and then they’re in.
It’s a decently sized store for such a small town. The only other customers are what seems to be a couple, holding hands as they look over harnesses. With a jolt, Eric realizes that he and Juyeon might look like a couple to them, especially when Juyeon wraps an arm around his shoulder and tucks him into his side. He flushes pink and lets himself be led to the other side of the store. “You sure know your way around,” he says when he’s brought straight to the vibrators.
Juyeon hums. “I’ve had to take Chanhee and Changmin here a few times. I was the tiebreaker when they couldn’t decide on something.” He looks over the shelf of products carefully, picking one up to read over the features. “What do you usually look for in a vibrator?”
Heat rushes through Eric’s body, and he knows he’s turned completely red by now. Slowly, he takes the toy out of Juyeon’s hand and puts it back on the shelf. “Um. Not that.”
“Why not?”
“It…” He hesitates, looking up to see that he has Juyeon’s full attention. “Well. Batteries are expensive. And the ones that need batteries tend to… like, get weaker? So. I replace them too often.” When Juyeon turns and reaches out for a rechargeable vibrator, Eric grabs his hand. “Not that one either. They’re not… they’re never strong enough. So they always die before I… am done.”
Juyeon raises an eyebrow and lowers his arm, fingers tangling with Eric’s for one heart-stopping moment before they separate. “Then what do you usually get?”
Shyly, Eric points to a box on the highest shelf, just out of reach. “That one,” he whispers, a little redundant, and he clears his throat. Why is he so nervous about this? He’s had an entire day to come to terms with the fact that Juyeon was going to find out about his preference in vibrators, and yet he’s still so embarrassed. Where’s his confidence! “Uh, it… plugs into the wall. Kinda pricey, but not too bad for how long it lasts, and… out of everything I’ve tried, that one is by far the best.”
With a small hum of acknowledgement, Juyeon reaches up to grab one for him, glancing at the box and nodding. “Powerful. I see.”
“Yeah,” Eric bites his lip, trying and failing to not imagine the way it felt last time he used his old toy, right before it broke, and how much better a new one will feel, “it’s really strong. The highest setting is mindblowing.” As soon as he realizes what he’s revealed, he licks his lips nervously and looks up at Juyeon, watching as Juyeon’s eyes, dark and inviting, dart back up to Eric’s.
Fuck. Eric scents so hard, Juyeon would have to be completely noseblind to miss how much Eric wants him. His briefs dampen with his arousal, and he just barely resists the urge to rub his thighs together. This mating season is terrible for his restraint; all he wants right now is to have Juyeon lay him out on the floor and take him.
The only reason Eric is able to pull away from Juyeon’s magnetic gaze is because Juyeon doesn’t react, at all. Maybe he somehow missed Eric’s scent. Maybe Eric can get away with his lapse in reason. “Okay, let’s move on,” he says, snatching the box out of Juyeon’s hand.
Juyeon snaps out of his own trance, tugging Eric back into his side. “Did you need anything else?”
“Um.” Eric glances around the store, trying to think of what he has. His lube is running low, but he doesn’t really use it often, especially not lately. He looks back at Juyeon, starts to slide his gaze down Juyeon’s body before catching himself. “Maybe… a new dildo?”
The hand on his shoulder squeezes hard, and before Eric can process it, he’s steered towards the right, closer to the front of the store. “Looking for something in particular?” Juyeon asks. He doesn’t touch the toys this time, not even bothering to look away from Eric.
It makes Eric nervous again, his heart beating so hard, he swears the entire shop can hear it. “Yes.” Confidence, he chants to himself. He’s got this. He just needs to pick out what he wants so they can get out of here and Eric can go home and finally jerk off. He just… needs a new dildo. The one he has back at his dorm isn’t big enough for him.
He really wishes there was a bit more variety, but he’s only just realized what he really wants, now that he’s here, looking over a bunch of toys that aren’t enough. What he wants, what he craves, is a knot, and the only way he can get that is to order it online. As it is, he’ll have to settle for something else. Something normal.
Biting his lip, Eric bends down to pick up a dick that claims to be close to the real thing, a little bigger than the one he already has. It’s thicker, which is what he’s really looking for, and he runs his finger over the sample of skin on the outside of the box, frowning at how fake it feels. Close to the real thing, his ass. His dildo at home in America felt better than this does.
“Don’t like it?” Juyeon takes the box from him and looks at it as well. “Chanhee hates these. Says he doesn’t recommend them.” He puts it back, looking to Eric once again. “Do you mind something bigger?”
Eric’s mouth feels very dry, and his pussy feels very fucking wet. He clears his throat and asks, “Like what?”
Please say your cock, please say your massive fucking cock—
Juyeon turns to grab another toy off of the shelf, and Eric has to hold his breath to stop the sigh of disappointment from escaping. “Like this,” Juyeon says, holding…
Well, it’s certainly larger than the one Eric picked up. A full two inches longer, and definitely thicker. Eric swallows hard and says, “Please tell me this is not the exact dildo Chanhee has.”
Laughing, Juyeon shakes his head. “The one he got isn’t here. It’s from the same company though. He said it’s… gotten good reviews.”
“Reviews? How does he feel about it?”
“Oh, he wouldn’t know how it feels,” Juyeon says casually. “He didn’t use it on himself.” He lets the implication of that statement sink in before adding, “He actually prefers vibrating—”
“I do not need to know what Chanhee-hyung prefers!” Eric says, slapping his hand over Juyeon’s mouth. “Or Changmin-hyung, for that matter!”
Juyeon laughs again, gently pulling Eric’s hand away, just to hold it instead. “Is that one okay then?”
“I’ll… try it.” God, Eric needs to get out of here before he spontaneously combusts. The amount of times he’s blushed in the last few minutes is ridiculous. He uses the grip Juyeon has on him to tug him along, stopping by the display of lube to grab the brand he likes before putting his items down on the counter in front of the cashier. Juyeon, still holding the dildo in his other hand, sets that down too.
The cashier smiles and asks, “Will that be all for you two?” and Eric sort of wants to dig himself a nice little hole in the ground and hide in there for the rest of his life.
“Just,” he says. “For me. Yes. That’s all.”
“Nothing for you?” they ask Juyeon.
Juyeon shakes his head and says playfully, “Gotta keep him happy.”
Eric just barely holds in a whimper. Why does this sound like a continuation of the not-date they had?
Thankfully, the cashier just chuckles and puts his items in, only stopping to take the vibrator out of the box and plug it in. They turn it on, and it buzzes loud enough for them all to hear over the music of the store. Still, they offer for the two of them to touch it, just so they know that it’s working.
Eric flushes again and nods, and he flushes harder when he sees Juyeon’s eyebrows raise after feeling it. His cunt clenches around nothing, leaking slick, reminding him of just how horny he is. Quickly, as soon as the cashier packs everything up, he reaches for his bag so they can finally leave… “Oh,” he gets on his toes to look behind the counter and point at his school bag, “my wallet is in my bag over there.”
Before the cashier can even start to turn, Juyeon takes out his wallet from his pocket. “I got it,” he says, voice low and way too hot and very swoonworthy, because Eric is definitely swooning right now.
“Hyung, it’s expensive.” Eric tugs at Juyeon’s arm, but Juyeon is already swiping his card and taking his bags and leading him out of the store.
Fuck, that was really hot too.
Once they’re in the car, Eric pouts over at Juyeon. “You didn’t have to do that,” he says, though he knows his scent gives away how happy he is about it.
“I wanted to, baby.”
A devastating response. Eric clenches his thighs and shuts up.
The entire ride home, he buzzes with barely restrained excitement. Having fallen asleep in Juyeon’s arms last night, he didn’t get to jack off at all, and he has way too much pent up energy. Once Juyeon drops him off, he’s ignoring everyone and everything. Just himself and his new toys—
“Let me help you up.”
—and Juyeon?
Eric bites his lip as Juyeon takes off his seatbelt and gathers the bags, including Eric’s discrete shopping bag. It’s so unnecessary, and he almost says so before thankfully shutting his big fucking mouth. This is his chance! The perfect opportunity to seduce Juyeon has just fallen into his lap! Confidence, he repeats to himself.
“Okay, hyung,” he says, hopping out of the car and immediately attaching himself to Juyeon’s arm. He wonders if Juyeon can smell his arousal, the way it never quite died down after spiking in the toy store. Can he tell how wet Eric got, how he still leaks in his underwear just thinking about Juyeon staying to help him?
Juyeon, for the most part, acts unaffected, calmly walking up the stairs to Eric’s dorm room. The plastic bag in his hand bumps against Eric, and he apologizes like he can’t feel the tension radiating off of him. When Eric opens his door, he follows him inside, setting both of their school bags next to Eric’s desk and the bag of supplies on his bed. “Youngjae-yah,” he says, peering inside as if he wasn’t there when Eric bought everything. As if he didn’t buy it himself.
“Hyung,” Eric says and steps closer, “not to be rude, but I think I’ll die if I don’t get to use this vibrator immediately. Are you leaving? Or… will you stay?”
Pupils blown wide, Juyeon turns back to look at Eric, and Eric’s mouth waters at the scent of his desire. “Do you want me to stay?”
“Yes.” Eric’s voice comes out breathless as he closes the gap between them, falling into Juyeon’s arms. “Fuck, please, yes.”
Juyeon places his big hands around Eric’s waist and squeezes, tugging him flush against him. He leans down to kiss him, tongue slipping into Eric’s mouth as Eric moans and kisses him back. His hands slide up Eric’s shirt, fingers pressing into the ridges of his spine, leaving a trail of fire along Eric’s skin. They pull away briefly to rid each other of their shirts, and then they’re coming back together, Eric sliding his hands down Juyeon’s chest.
Soon, Eric whines impatiently, unbuttoning his jeans and kicking the rest of his clothes off. “Hyung,” he murmurs, grabbing Juyeon’s wrist and dragging it down between his thighs, “please.”
Juyeon groans and slides his fingers along Eric’s folds, gathering the slick already clinging to his skin. Swallowing hard, he says, “I could smell you, earlier. In the store. Yesterday, even. I didn’t think you would take this season so hard.”
There are other things Eric can be taking hard right now. He makes an attempt to push Juyeon down onto the bed, but Juyeon doesn’t budge.
No, instead, Juyeon switches it up, turning them around and pushing Eric to the bed. He stands there, just watching, his gaze going from Eric’s flushed face to his flushed pussy, and then… The bag next to him flutters in the breeze of Eric’s ceiling fan, and Juyeon’s attention is stolen for a moment. It doesn’t take long for him to come to a decision, upending the contents of the bag onto the sheets next to Eric, picking up the vibrator box with an intrigued expression.
Eric feels himself leaking at the sight, just a little. This can’t be happening to him, he thinks. This must be a dream.
The vibrator gets plugged in, Juyeon finding an outlet quickly, and he comes back to press the head of it against Eric’s clit. “You’ll die if you don’t get to use this now… Isn’t that what you said?” Juyeon smirks as he rolls the toy in circles, sending tiny bursts of pleasure to Eric’s core.
Eric opens his mouth to respond, but only manages a shout when Juyeon turns the vibrator on. Eyes fluttering shut, he grinds down onto it, digging his fingers into the sheets. “Fuck, hyung,” he whimpers.
Juyeon kneels on the bed above him, his other hand resting gently on Eric’s thigh. “What do you usually think about while doing this?” he asks, voice low and enticing as he leans down to press his lips against Eric’s neck. “Do you watch porn? Do you fantasize?”
Moaning, Eric says, “Yeah.”
“Yeah to what, baby?” Juyeon lifts the vibrator up, watches as Eric whines and grabs at his wrist. “You’ll answer my question?”
“Yes, yes, I fantasize!”
With a hum, Juyeon lowers his hand, slides the vibrator along Eric’s cunt teasingly. “Good puppy.” He grins at Eric’s desperate noises, leaning down to run his nose across Eric’s scent gland, breathing him in as he scents him in return. “And what happens in those fantasies, hm?”
“You can’t…” Eric tosses his head to the side, giving Juyeon room to work, clinging desperately to his back and shoulders as Juyeon sucks hard at his collar. How is he supposed to think like this, surrounded by Juyeon’s body, Juyeon’s scent, while Juyeon covers him in dark, possessive marks?
“I can’t what?”
He doesn’t know. He has no idea what he was trying to say. “Juyeon-hyung,” he says instead. “Please.”
Juyeon moves the vibrator up the slightest bit. “Tell me what you think about when you use this on yourself.”
“You,” Eric sobs, and everything is too much. White-hot heat sears through him as he comes hard, thighs clamping down around Juyeon’s waist. It takes him a long time to come down, slowly relaxing until his legs fall back against the sheets. The blankets are wet with his release, and he flushes as they stick to his skin. “Ah, your clothes…”
Juyeon lightly nudges the toy against Eric’s cunt again, using his other hand to pick at his damp pants, wiping at the slick covering his abdomen. “It’s fine, baby. Don’t worry about it. Let me take care of you.” Instead of turning it off, though, he raises the intensity, sliding the toy along Eric’s lips.
The overstimulation quickly gives way to pure pleasure, and Eric spreads his legs with a loud whine. “Fuck, hyung,” he wraps his arms around Juyeon’s shoulders, blunt nails digging into his skin, “please.” Even surrounded by Juyeon like this, he wants more. He wants Juyeon’s mouth on him, he wants Juyeon’s cock in him. He wants Juyeon’s teeth pressing into his scent gland, claiming him, mating him—
Dangerous thoughts. He shakes his head, fuzzy with desire, and tugs Juyeon into a kiss.
Juyeon indulges him, kissing him back sweetly. His hand slides up Eric’s body, groping at his thigh, his waist, his chest. Thumbing at Eric’s nipple, he presses the vibrator directly against Eric’s clit, then pulls it back, smiling against Eric’s mouth as his hips jerk up into nothing. “You said you fantasize about me?” he asks playfully.
Groaning, Eric kicks at Juyeon’s leg. He can’t seriously be trying to get Eric to form coherent thoughts right now! But when he gets Juyeon to touch him again, the intensity is back at the lowest setting, and it’s not enough anymore. “Yes, Juyeonie, I want you, I want you so bad,” he babbles, because eventually, he’ll say the right thing, right? “I want you to make me come until I’m begging you to stop, I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk and then I want you to fuck me again—”
“Fucking hell, Youngjae.” Juyeon trails his mouth along Eric’s jaw, sucks a mark or two right beneath it. His hips rut down, seemingly involuntarily, and his clothed cock grazes Eric’s bare cunt, the buzz of the vibrator making his eyes flutter closed in pleasure of his own.
God, he’s pretty like this. Eric breathes in his scent, intoxicated by the way it so perfectly blends with his own, moaning out Juyeon’s name. His hands slide around to Juyeon’s flushed cheeks, pulling him back to his mouth, kissing in place of begging— though he most certainly isn’t above it. “Please,” he manages to say, in the spaces their mouths leave between each kiss. Juyeon bites his lip, presses the toy a little harder against him, and Eric moans again. “Please.”
“Yeah,” Juyeon says, rutting against him, “I’ve got you, baby, hold on.” He fumbles with the toy for a second, and then he slowly adjusts the intensity, raising it higher, higher, until Eric is thrashing beneath him, his feet sliding against the sheets. “Good? Gonna come?”
Words don’t make it out of Eric’s mouth, just a guttural groan as his hands clutch at Juyeon’s back, blunt nails digging into his skin, scrabbling for purchase. His back arches, thighs shaking as his eyes roll into the back of his head. He’s so close; he just needs a little more….
Juyeon readjusts his hold on the vibrator, and it shifts to the perfect spot against Eric’s clit, pushing him over the edge. He works him through every second of his orgasm, every wave of heat and pleasure rushing through him, until Eric is a shivering mess, limp against the sheets, twitching from the aftershocks. Finally, after Eric has whined twice about the overstimulation, he turns off the vibrator and sets it aside. “Okay?” he asks, gentle as he leans down to kiss him.
Eric hums against his lips, running his fingers along the already healing scratches on Juyeon’s back. “Yeah. I’m very okay. I think my clit is numb though, Jesus, hyung, did you turn it all the way up?”
“Aw,” Juyeon lightly flicks Eric’s clit and grins at his wordless shout, “I thought you said you liked it like that?”
“I— I did, but— oh, fuck, Juyeon.” Eric whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut as Juyeon pinches him. His legs close around Juyeon’s hand, and he moans when Juyeon easily pries them open.
Slowly, Juyeon presses open-mouthed kisses along Eric’s neck, pausing to scrape his teeth against Eric’s racing pulse. His fingers slip down between his folds, slick coating them almost instantly. “Gonna take care of you,” he says against his collar, biting down before moving further along his body. “Gonna fuck you hard, just like you want it, gonna knot you—”
“Ah, Juyeon-hyung,” Eric cries out as he feels a finger push inside of him. It reaches so much deeper than he’s used to; he can’t help but clench down around him, groaning as he thinks about just how deep his cock will be. “Yes, please, hyung, I want it, want you.”
“So polite.” Juyeon wraps his lips around Eric’s nipple, flicks his tongue as Eric arches into the touch. His finger thrusts steadily inside, his hand brushing against Eric’s throbbing clit. “Sensitive,” he says when Eric hisses, “need me to kiss it better?”
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Eric whines and spreads his legs a little more. It’s embarrassing, how easily he ignores the overstimulation in favor of letting Juyeon do whatever he wants to his body. He grits his teeth as Juyeon takes his time trailing marks down Eric’s body, as he bites at his chest, his hip, his thigh, painful sparks of arousal shooting through him. As soon as Juyeon’s head is between his thighs, he rests them on his shoulders, no longer caring about the slick he’s smearing all over their bodies. He just doesn’t want Juyeon to stop.
Juyeon’s tongue slides against Eric’s cunt, sucking lightly at his lips, and he presses another finger in, teasingly curling them just past his entrance before pushing them all the way inside. He moves his mouth just a little, gently kissing Eric’s clit, again and again and again, as he continues his steady pace with his fingers. Eventually, he parts his lips, gives Eric little kitten licks that have him trembling.
It feels way too good for such a light touch, and Eric digs his heels into Juyeon’s back with a moan. Every time Juyeon curls his fingers, he grinds down onto them, the pain of Juyeon’s tongue pressing a little too hard only driving him more insane. Soon, he’s matching Juyeon’s pace, rocking his hips up into Juyeon’s mouth. He feels Juyeon pause and almost whines in protest, but then a third finger enters him, barely letting him adjust before thrusting once again.
Juyeon finally wraps his lips around Eric’s clit, flicking his tongue. He sucks gently, grinning against him when Eric shouts and clenches around his fingers. “Too much?” he asks, pulling away, and Eric responds by wrapping his legs around Juyeon’s head to bring him back. Laughing, he gets back to it, taking Eric into his mouth again.
“Mm, Juyeonie…” Eric runs his fingers through his own hair, gripping it tight in an attempt to ground himself. The sting of it only brings him closer to the edge. “Juyeon-hyung, I’m gonna come.”
Juyeon hears him, even with Eric’s thighs pressed against his ears, and picks up his pace, thrusting faster. “Good boy. Go on and come for me, baby, and then I’ll give you what you really want.”
The thought of Juyeon’s cock is what does Eric in, hips jerking erratically as he comes around Juyeon’s fingers. His toes curl, and he squeezes his eyes shut and clenches tighter when Juyeon presses insistently against his walls, sobs when Juyeon uses his other hand to hold his waist and keep him still. Slowly, he comes down, relaxing his legs so that Juyeon can lift his head. His back flattens against the sheets, hands falling to the pillows. And still, his body buzzes with arousal, his cunt clenching down as Juyeon pulls his fingers out. “Hyung,” he whines, trying to bring him back, absolutely hating how empty he feels.
“Youngjae.” Juyeon smiles and pulls away, getting off the bed to struggle out of his pants, damp with Eric’s slick. “I know, baby. I’ve still got you, I promise.” As soon as he’s peeled away the rest of his clothes, he climbs back on the bed, settling between Eric’s legs. “See? I’m here, I’ve got you.”
Eric wraps his arms around Juyeon’s shoulders and tugs him down, pressing their lips together in a brief, heated kiss. “How are you so calm?” he complains when they separate. “You don’t feel like you’re about to crawl out of your skin?”
“Oh, I do. You think you’re the only one here that’s desperate for me to knot you?” Juyeon kisses him, again and again, until Eric is dazed and breathless. His cock, hard and leaking, slides against Eric’s cunt, and he grinds down as they both groan. “I want you, Youngjae-yah. But I want to make you feel good. It’s your first mating season, and I want it to be good for you.”
“I think you wanted to play with your food first,” Eric says, trying to sound unimpressed. He’s not sure he’s succeeded, especially when he moans. “You could have just fucked me and it would have been good.”
Juyeon hums, wrapping a hand around his cock to guide the tip to Eric’s entrance. “Well,” he says, eyes dark as he starts to push inside of him, “maybe I wanted to sweeten you up a bit. Your scent is driving me crazy, baby. So desperate, so delicious…” He leans down to lick at Eric’s scent gland, sucking lightly with a breathy moan.
Eric’s thoughts scatter when Juyeon slides in, his legs wrapping around Juyeon’s hips and dragging him closer, closer, closer, until Juyeon bottoms out, his weight pressing Eric into the mattress. His head lolls to the side, his body pliant beneath Juyeon’s. He feels completely surrounded and so fucking full, and all he needs is for Juyeon to sink his teeth in and claim him already—
Juyeon pulls away from his neck, but he doesn’t give Eric time to complain, capturing his mouth in a kiss that has Eric slipping his fingers into Juyeon’s hair to keep him close. The drag of his cock as he thrusts, slow and smooth, gentle, is not nearly enough to get them off. It’s good, especially when he grinds in deep, but definitely teasing, not meant to do more than make Eric whine and dig his heels in.
“You said,” Eric groans, trying to get Juyeon to move faster. “You said.”
Juyeon doesn’t even try to play dumb, laughing breathlessly as he thrusts a little harder. “Not gonna beg me for it?”
Eric thinks that he would kill to get this knot; begging is nothing. He’s been begging all evening. “Juyeon-hyung, please. Need you to knot me, fill me up. You said you would give me what I want…”
“Fuck,” Juyeon says. His hips jerk as his rhythm falters, and Eric’s hips rise up to meet him, until he wraps his hands around Eric’s waist to hold him down. “I will, baby, I will.”
When Juyeon moves to sit up, Eric lets him, his hands sliding down Juyeon’s chest. He feels Juyeon’s hands tightening around him almost painfully, and he looks up at him with pleading eyes, hoping that will push Juyeon into fucking him. “Please,” he says, one last time.
That seems to do the trick, because Juyeon murmurs, “Hold on,” and doesn’t wait for Eric to comprehend that he means hold onto something and not hold on a second before he’s pulling back and slamming into him.
Eric tosses his head back, moving his hands to grip the sheets, squeezing Juyeon’s waist with his thighs. At Juyeon’s next thrust, his hands fly to the wall above his head instead, trying to prevent himself from sliding further up the bed as Juyeon starts a brutal pace. “Fuck,” he says, in between the noises Juyeon is forcing out of him with each thrust. “Yes, fuck, hyung, so good.” He feels like his entire body is alight, a live wire of pleasure as Juyeon’s cock drives into him and hits all the right places. His cunt clenches down, and he relishes Juyeon’s moans, answering back with increasingly louder moans of his own.
His orgasm takes him by surprise, his eyes rolling back as Juyeon fucks him through it, doesn’t even slow down. Not that he would want him to; he’s so wound up that he doesn’t feel any relief, sobbing as he pulses around Juyeon’s cock. It doesn’t last long, and he never really comes down from it, body drawn taut, arms trembling from the effort of keeping himself in place. He’s dizzy, overwhelmed from it all, so desperate for more. Instinctively, he knows what he needs, and tears escape his eyes as he feels the base of Juyeon’s cock growing.
Juyeon slides a hand down to Eric’s thigh, fingers pressing bruises into his skin, adjusting Eric’s grip on his hips. “Youngjae-yah.” His other hand moves up to Eric’s chest and squeezes. “So tight, so good for me, baby.”
Eric keens in response, brain too scrambled to form anything coherent. Juyeon’s knot starts to catch on his entrance, and he whines every time it slips out. He needs it to plug him up, keep him full, needs it to give him the release he’s desperate for. His entire body shakes with his impending orgasm, his cunt leaking more and more the bigger Juyeon gets inside of him.
Finally, Juyeon’s knot swells, locking in place as Eric tightens around him and comes so hard he sees stars. He grinds down on his cock, hips jerking with each wave of pleasure washing over him, hands coming up to grab at Juyeon’s hair, his shoulders, his back, moaning as Juyeon twitches and comes inside of him. His orgasm lasts so long, he thinks he just tumbles straight into another one, and he squeezes his eyes shut, sobbing at how deep Juyeon feels, how good it is. It’s almost enough to forget how badly he wants to be claimed.
The world takes a while to come back into focus, after that. Slowly, Eric registers the weight pressed against him, the hands combing through his hair, the lips pressing sweet kisses to his jaw. His fingers twitch, clumsily reaching up to hold Juyeon’s shoulder. “Hyung,” he says, voice a bit hoarse. There are tear tracks drying on his face, and he uses his other hand to wipe at his eyes.
“My baby,” Juyeon pushes his hand aside to help him wipe his face, “you’ve come back to me.”
Eric’s heart races as he bites his tongue, preventing himself from saying something cheesy like, I’ll always come back to you. “Yeah,” he says instead. “How long was I out?”
“Just a few minutes.”
Sighing contentedly, Eric pulls Juyeon closer, encourages him to rest his weight fully on top of him. “I feel really good, Juyeonie-hyung.” Juyeon’s cock twitches inside of him, his knot still swollen, and he bites back a moan. “Really, really good.”
Juyeon grins and says, “Yeah? Kinda assumed you did when you blacked out after coming on my knot.”
Eric swats at him halfheartedly, then relaxes with another sigh as Juyeon starts to press gentle kisses along his neck. He doesn’t think he can go again, but if anyone can wring another orgasm out of him, he doesn’t doubt that it’d be Juyeon. Fuck, he doesn’t even know how many times Juyeon made him come. “I meant right now. Like, really…”
“… Satiated?”
“Yeah,” he murmurs. “That’s a good word for it.”
Something about Juyeon’s scent seems… smug. Proud. “I said I would take care of you.”
Yes, Juyeon did say that. A deep-seated satisfaction lingers in Eric’s bones, and all of his instincts settle into a feeling of safety and contentment. He could fall asleep like this, though it’s still fairly early in the night. “Can you reach my laptop? Let’s watch something.”
“Baby,” Juyeon says with a laugh, “I can’t pull out for at least another twenty minutes.”
Eric whines, tightening his grip around Juyeon. “No, I don’t want you to pull out. I want you to stay.” Forever, he adds in his mind, because he at least has enough sense not to say it aloud.
“Well, I don’t have a choice at the moment, but I’m staying. As long as you need me, Youngjae.” And the way Juyeon looks at him then, all soft eyes and sweet smiles, makes him think that maybe…
No, Eric tells himself. He needs to stop that line of thinking right now. Juyeon helped him because he’s pack, and they’re all horny because of mating season. Any of their packmates would have fucked Eric if he asked, save for maybe Changmin and Haknyeon. Juyeon is only special because Eric is in love with him.
Oh, fuck, Eric is in love with Juyeon.