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"Hyung? Hyung, are you okay? Oh goodness."
The sound of a sweet voice enters Minho's ears. His whole body aches, but especially his shoulder feels horrible, as if someone stabbed a knife right through it. He squirms, his head pounding as he slowly gains consciousness.
He remembers now—He was running. Running fast. Fleeing, perhaps. It's hazy, so he must have shifted into his wolf form again. The sharp pains means that he's been hit by a hunter.
A gentle hand takes Minho's chin between its fingers. Liquid enters his mouth, and a moment later, his eyes fly open. He gasps, his breath getting caught in his throat. He coughs, and a set of arms circle around him, hugging him close.
"Hyung—Oh my gosh. Easy, easy. I've got you," Jisung whispers, carefully caressing his hands along Minho's arms. It's Jisung—shit. Minho looks around to see if there are still hunters around. His shoulder stings in his movement. "Hyung, don't— Don't move. We're safe. I've put a ward around us. No one can see us right now. We gotta stay put until the potion kicks in more."
"Fuck. I—" Minho coughs again. His heart and mind are still catching up to reality after having been in his wolf form and having been injured. His hand instinctively finds the gold coin Jisung gave him a couple of months ago, so he could always find him in these kinds of situations. He shudders, hesitant to lean against Jisung, despite his desire to melt into him.
Jisung's hands are bloody, and so is his entire torso. His unfairly big eyes look at Minho in concern, and Minho's heart betrays him by beating faster. Minho has to look away, and he twists his torso.
Jisung's hands grip Minho's arms tighter. Minho's cold body warms up in his embrace. "Minho hyung— Don't move so much, okay? Be careful. Your shoulder is in bad shape," Jisung whispers. Minho shakes his head in defiance. His shoulder hurts, but not nearly as much as before. The nausea is fading and his muscles are starting to feel looser.
"I'm okay. We should go, casting a ward is not easy," Minho says, but the way he coughs between every other word isn't helping his case. He does know that it costs a lot of Jisung's energy to make them unseen to hunters, though, so they should make haste.
He remembers carrying a passed out Jisung out of the woods while still half in his wolf form, slashed up by branches from running away from hunters after Jisung cast this ward for the first time, and then tried to heal Minho at the site. Nowadays he prepares healing potions in advance.
Jisung swallows thickly, but he stands up anyway, and he helps Minho up. He wraps Minho's arm around his shoulders and supports him on the way out of the dark woods and towards Jisung's little house at the edge.
The moon still has Minho firmly in her grip, and his wolf claws won't seem to want to disappear, although his mind is sound and clear by now. He must be hurting Jisung with the way he's holding onto his shoulder and arm, sharp nails digging into his skin, but Jisung doesn't show any signs of discomfort, other than the concerned frown creasing the space between his brows.
Jisung stumbles into his house, obviously getting tired from having to carry Minho and maintain the ward around them, but he keeps going, making sure to bar the door behind them, the heavy iron lock sliding into place with a thump. Then, he takes Minho to his bedroom, and carefully lowers him onto the special bed Jisung made, just for him.
After many nights of Minho ripping up bedsheets, pillows, and destroying mattresses in his moon-influenced agony, Jisung decided to make a small, sturdier sort of nest for Minho to rest and heal in, made of something Minho can't rip apart as easily as Jisung's bedsheets. Something that's easier to wash the blood out of, too.
Minho pants, taking deep gulps of oxygen now that he's safe and out of the moonlight. Jisung is panting too, a sheen of sweat wetting his bangs. They breathe together for a moment. Jisung uses an old towel to wipe his own sweat as well as the dirt on Minho's face.
He throws the towel into a basket and then leans over Minho. He looks awful. Pale, streaks of dried blood on his jaw, hands, and all over his shirt. "I'll—I'll get you some remedies, all right? Stay still and let your shoulder rest," Jisung tells him with a gentle hand on Minho's cheek.
Minho's cheeks warms up under his touch, his inner wolf howling for him to stop him and protect Jisung in return. "It's okay, Jisung-ah. Don't push yourself. You're tired," he says, grabbing the witch's wrist as he moves away.
Jisung's eyes are dark and watery, reflecting the sliver of moonlight that peeks through the curtains, as he looks at Minho, a slight pout on his lips. Minho wishes he could kiss it away, but he has to stay strong around him. Jisung's thumb caresses Minho's jawline, the gesture so caring that Minho instinctively bares his teeth, trying to hold back from losing control and pouncing his beloved friend.
"I'm all right, hyung. I'm tired, yes, but I'm just going to prepare the spells, okay? You might not be in pain now, but your shoulder needs care," Jisung whispers, a scowl pulling the corners of his lips down, as if he'd rather stay and hug Minho, too, but he walks away anyway.
Jisung returns soon, but not soon enough for Minho's wolf to start craving him again, a hollow feeling inside his chest only filled by Jisung's presence and the knowledge of his safety. Minho keeps his eyes closed while Jisung applies the remedies to his now-numb shoulder. He whispers the spells, and Minho lets his voice lull the wolf inside him to sleep.
He doesn't know how much time passes, but once Jisung announces that he's done while carding a hand through Minho's hair, Minho opens his eyes and he finally feels calm. "Thank you, jagi-yah," he says, the nickname slipping from his lips before he can bite his tongue.
Jisung smiles, but Minho can't be very happy about it. He loves Jisung so much, and he's quite sure that Jisung returns his feelings, but Jisung is a loved witch, who helps out the community with spells and potions and remedies, while Minho is hunted every month for a week on end.
However much he'd like Jisung to be his—however much he needs him to be his—it would mean ruining Jisung's reputation and source of income, not to mention bringing him in danger with hunters.
Jisung looks tired. His skin has become pale, and bags are visible under his eyes. "Anytime, hyung. Now rest," he says, still carding his fingers through Minho's sweaty hair. Minho's stomach flips pathetically.
"You too. Don't forget yourself while taking care of me, all right?" he says, taking Jisung's hand and squeezing it. Jisung huffs and leans forward to press a kiss on Minho's cheek, his lips landing dangerously close to Minho's lips. He lingers, nose brushing Minho's skin, and Minho's breath catches in his throat. "Jisung-ah. Be careful."
Jisung leans back with a petulant pout. "It's not fair. You called me jagi," he complains halfheartedly. "I know you mean it when you say that, hyung."
"I do," Minho admits. He doesn't have the energy in him to fight it, right now. He can't lie to Jisung, anyway. "But you know why we can't do this. Good night, Jisung-ah."
Jisung exhales. He's too tired to protest, too, it seems. "Good night, hyung."
Minho wakes up with a start—woken up by a dream that is quickly fading away. It had something to do with being hunted, he knows, but he's glad that he's already forgetting the details. Jisung is fast asleep in his bed, softly snoring. Minho exhales in relief, grateful that he hasn't awoken the witch while fussing or talking in his sleep.
Jisung is still wearing his bloodied shirt, which must mean he went to sleep right away. That's good. Minho stares for a moment, but judging by the darkness in the room, it's still quite early in the morning, so eventually he lies down into the nest and closes his eyes again, sleep quickly taking him back in its grasp.
The next time he wakes up, it's well into the afternoon. There's a bowl of bibimbap next to the nest, as well as a clean towel and a bar of soap. Minho grins to himself, and he wonders if Jisung's brother Chan passed by to bring him some food again. Jisung never makes a bibimbap this neat, but he hopes that Chan brought enough for the two of them, and that Jisung ate already.
Minho absolutely devours the food before washing himself in the small bathroom next to the bedroom, washing off all the blood, dirt, and grime. It feels good, and the hot water relieves his aching muscles a little.
He dries himself off before washing the nest, his and Jisung's clothes, and Jisung's sheets as well. His shoulder hurts, and he has already seen that the wound looks quite rough, but whatever Jisung did last night was enough to ease the sharpest pains, even up until now.
A couple of hours after noon, Jisung takes a break from his witch shop to have some more food with Minho right as Minho comes back from the garden where he has hung out the washed clothes and sheets to dry. Jisung's eyes are wide as he steps to the backside of the house, closing the door to the front where the shop is with his foot as he's carrying a tray with food and tea.
"Hyung! What are you doing?" he asks, a slight whine in his voice.
"What? I always do this," Minho retorts. It's not uncommon for him to help Jisung out with the housework after Jisung has healed him. It's not uncommon for him to help him at any time, actually.
"Exactly, but this time you were especially hurt. Let me see," Jisung says, pursing his lips as he puts down the tray and walks over to Minho. He pulls aside the collar of Minho's shirt to inspect his treated shoulder. "Hmm… It seems fine, but I think it will be good if I give you some more muscle reliever. I also made you some calming tea."
"You can do that after we eat, okay? Thank you for the tea, Jisung-ah," Minho tells him, motioning for Jisung to come sit with him. Jisung follows suit and they start eating.
"The tea might take a while to take effect, but when I close the shop in an hour or two, it should be good. You should stay here for a couple of days while healing, okay, hyung?" Jisung says, rice slowly filling his cheeks. Minho softens. "I know the week of frenzy isn't completely over yet, but tonight should be fine, right?"
"Yeah. I should be relatively under control tonight," he assures him. It's three nights after the full moon, so his wolf should be at ease as long as there are no threats. He might growl a couple of times, and he might go for a quick run to loosen up, but Jisung's garden is large enough for him to do it concealed by the large fence around it.
They eat and drink, and chat about Jisung's day so far. Minho asks him if he ate breakfast, and Jisung tells him about Chan bringing over food and asking about how Minho is doing. He's one of the few others they trust to know that Jisung protects Minho from hunters.
Too soon, Jisung returns to the shop and Minho is left to his own devices for another couple of hours. He feels fine, thanks to Jisung's tea, but he does feel a bit restless. It's not just the regular discomfort due to the distant yet ever present concern of hunters finding him with Jisung, though.
He can't quite place the feeling, but not even going for a quick sprint back and forth in Jisung's garden helps. When Jisung comes back after closing the shop for the day, he suddenly feels feral. His heart starts racing, his fingers twitch, claws threatening to come out. His skin heats up, as if he's transforming, but not quite.
His claws aren't actually coming out, and he's not growling. Yet his heart is pounding like he's still sprinting and he feels his self-control slipping. He has no idea what is happening to him, but he soon figures that looking at Jisung makes it worse.
"Hi jagi-yah, how are you feeling?" Jisung asks, his tone sweet, like honey to Minho's ears. His eyes flutter when Jisung comes to sit next to him, and Minho is overcome by the need to both pounce Jisung and push him away.
Jisung's hand lands on Minho's thigh. Fucking hell. Minho's ears feel like they're burning, and in some sort of reflex, he grabs Jisung's wrist. Jisung's eyes widen, and Minho swallows before quickly letting go. "Sorry, I— I don't know. I feel weird," he says.
"Weird how? Different?" Jisung asks, narrowing his eyes as he examines Minho from head to toe. He's so caring, so sweet. Jisung is always attentive to everything Minho says, and he is always making sure he feels okay, despite having to deal with stress and anxiety himself. Jisung really fits Minho so well, and he hates that Jisung can't be his. "Your shoulder? Any pain?"
"No, not pain. Not different. Just… Intense. Like I'm about to lose it," he explains. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth, his eyes zeroing in on Jisung's lips despite a distant voice inside Minho's mind telling him to look up. He wants nothing more than to kiss Jisung, to make love to him, to claim him and take care of him like he deserves to be—to pamper him.
"In a bad way? It's okay, you can let go if you need to, jagi," Jisung says, caressing Minho's thigh. Minho's heart hammers against his ribcage, every pound resonating into his skull. He's shocked by Jisung's words. He sounds too confident that Minho won't rip him apart where he stands.
"What are you talking about? Do you know what's happening to me?" Minho snatches Jisung's wrists, both of them, to prevent him from setting him on fire with his touch. Jisung's breath hitches, but there's something in his eyes. Something that makes Minho's body feel even hotter.
Maybe it's his own ferocity reflected in the dark pools of Jisung's irises, but he swears he sees the same desire in Jisung's eyes. "Hyung, I…" Jisung begins, licking his lips. Minho's eyes zero in on the movement of his tongue, and something inside Minho snaps, like an elastic band pulled past its limits, and he dives forward, pouncing on Jisung and pushing him onto the floor.
Jisung's eyes are wide, lips slightly parted, as Minho holds down his wrists above his head. Minho dips down and kisses him, a fire burning inside his chest, only doused a little by the feeling op Jisung's lips against his own. Jisung gasps, his body tensing for a moment, but Minho can't get himself to stop.
Jisung's lips are addicting, and his wolf howls inside of him, begging him to keep going, desperate to lick into Jisung's mouth to show him how much he means to him. Jisung's jaw grows slack, and he lets Minho devour him, hungry tongue exploring Jisung's mouth.
Jisung shakes beneath him, his back arching as his arms fight against Minho's tight grip. "H—" Jisung pants, tries to turn his head away but Minho keeps locking their lips together, until he realizes what he's doing. He parts with a gasp, eyes spread wide.
"S—Sorry—" The apology gets caught in his throat as he sees Jisung's flushed face and slick lips. Minho feels insane, and it takes so much to keep himself from taking more.
Jisung blinks rapidly, his eyes slightly glassy. "Hyung, let me hold you, please," he requests, a pleading look directed at Minho, cheeks and lips a daunting red. Minho inhales sharply, his nostrils flaring as he tries his best to keep himself aware of what he's doing.
"Jisung-ah—I'm— What did you do?" he asks. It's not accusatory. It's desperate. His mind is hazy with want, his senses saturated with Jisung's odor, his body warmth, and his heavy breathing.
"I'm sorry. I just— Remember that someone asked me for a love potion a couple of weeks ago?" Jisung begins. Minho's ears prick at the mention of a love potion, his fingers tightening their grip on Jisung's wrists. He should let Jisung go, he must be hurting him, but he's afraid of what he'll do if he releases him. "He— He didn't want it anymore, so I… I put some in our tea."
"Why?" he asks in a whisper. Jisung's lips twitch down into a scowl. Minho hates the idea that he somehow made Jisung feel like he doesn't love him, and that feeling only makes the haze in his mind worse. He shakes, trying to keep himself together. "You—It can't make me feel things I already feel, Jisung-ah."
"I know! I just—I wasn't thinking. I didn't think it'd do anything, but I just needed to know that you love me, and what it would be like for you to act on it. And I know you don't want to be with me because of the hunters and such, but I don't care! I want you, anyway," Jisung explains, squirming as he tries to pull his hands free.
Minho feels like his vision goes red, his chest growing tight, air leaving his lungs. Only when he kisses Jisung, he feels like he can breathe again. Jisung welcomes Minho's lips and tongue again, kissing him back as if Minho is the air he needs to breathe, too, but he still tries to fight the way Minho is holding him down.
"Hyung—Jagi-yah. Your shoulder," Jisung pants between wet kisses. Only then does Minho realize that he's putting a lot of weight on his shoulders and arms. It feels like it takes an enormous amount of effort to back away and let go of Jisung, but eventually, he manages to sit back on his heels, never letting his gaze leave Jisung's face.
"How do you feel?" Jisung asks, sounding out of breath, and looking so incredibly beautiful and hot that Minho can barely register Jisung's question, let alone think about it properly. He takes a deep breath, but it doesn't feel like it helps.
"Like I'm not in control. I can't—I can't promise I won't force myself on you, Jisung-ah," he says, his voice strained in effort to hold himself still. He's worried that he'll hurt Jisung, but that concern is only a vague simmer compared to the ferocious need to be close to Jisung and claim him.
"It's okay," Jisung assures him, which seems dangerous. When he adds, "you can let go. I can handle it, hyung," Minho snaps. He stands up, grabbing Jisung by the shirt, barely able to think straight enough to be careful with him.
Jisung's eyes widen but he doesn't protest when Minho pushes him against the wall. "You have no idea how hard it is to hold back," he pants, looking into Jisung's dark gaze. He has thought about making Jisung fall apart so many times he can hardly think clearly. It's all he can think about, now.
Jisung wraps his arms around Minho's neck, inviting him in and making Minho fall even deeper into his lovesick frenzy. He attaches their lips again, wetly kissing Jisung's lips before hungrily licking inside. His claws come out, digging into Jisung's hips as Jisung arches into him. He all but growls into the mess of their tongues.
He pushes his hips forward, a flush bleeding down from his ears to his neck, and down his chest, when he feels Jisung cock harden against his own. He can feel his clear-headedness slip away, and his tongue grows heavy and longer as he half-transforms, his wolf clawing its way out.
He detaches from Jisung's lips with a wet pop. One second of looking into Jisung's blown pupils is enough to lose his mind, so he dives down to attach himself to Jisung's jawline, kissing, sucking and biting the skin. Jisung's whines and pants are heavenly, music to Minho's ears, spurring him on to take more, more, more.
"Ah, jagi-yah— Fuck," Jisung breathes out right next to Minho's ear, his low voice raspy and already slightly broken. Minho grinds into him, biting down on Jisung's collarbones, making bruises and leaving his claim on his skin. Jisung's thighs tighten around Minho's hips and his blunt nails rake across Minho's sweaty back.
Minho tugs Jisung's shirt up to reach his chest and nipples, but the fabric gets tangled between his fingers and his claws. Minho's heart bounces in his ears, and a growl escapes his lips in annoyance. He doesn't want anything standing in the way between him and his beloved Jisung.
He tears the shirt off Jisung's body, ripping the fabric and drawing a gasp from Jisung's lips. "Oh shit—I— Fuck, I really should be upset but that was kind of hot," Jisung says, sounding out of breath. The witch presses a firm kiss on Minho's lips and tugs off his shirt, too, still careful not to jostle Minho's shoulder too much.
That care only makes Minho fall deeper into the abyss. Jisung is so perfect, so sweet, so fucking beautiful. "You're so lovely, jagi. So fucking lovely," he whispers, dragging his lips along the shell of Jisung's warm ear, tongue peeking out.
Jisung makes a shy noise, which is so fucking hot, Minho has to calm himself by squeezing Jisung's ass. Firmly. Jisung moans and Minho continues claiming the man, biting all over Jisung's chest, licking and sucking on his nipples, revelling in the way he's trembling under him.
Jisung's fingers thread into Minho's hair, his grip tightening whenever Minho marks him again. He licks over Jisung's tattoo's, rubs his hand along the one on his side, and shoves Jisung's trousers out of the way, taking his boxers with until he's completely bare.
His cock is hard and flushed, his tip shining with precum. He's quite long when he's hard, and it makes Minho wish he'd been able to see this earlier. His own erection throbs in want, a whine escaping his lips when he thinks about Jisung coming because of him. He needs it so badly.
In a rush of desire, Minho stands upright, wraps his arms around Jisung's waist and picks him up without any concern for his injured shoulder. Jisung gasps, his legs flying around Minho's hips as he holds onto Minho's torso.
Minho drops Jisung onto the bed, kisses him deeply, dragging his heavy, long, tongue along Jisung's teeth, while he removes his own trousers, his cock slapping against his stomach when it slips free from his underwear.
He flips Jisung onto his stomach, slapping his butt and watching the skin recoil. "Fuck, hyung. Please—" Jisung begins, his voice high-pitched and desperate, feeding into Minho's impatience. His mind is still hazy, like it's filled with cotton instead of a brain, and he's spurred on by deep desire rather than rational thoughts.
"Anything for you, jagi-yah. How can I ever say no to you when you're begging like that?" Minho answers, an airy tone to his broken voice. At the same time, his fingers spread Jisung's ass cheeks. Jisung's hole flutters, and Minho jerks himself at the sight, getting the edge off before lining up.
"Good lord," he curses, squeezing Jisung's ass cheeks. How is he so perfect? He needs to be inside Jisung yesterday, feeling his tight hole, fucking him and filling him to the brim. He presses the tip of his cock against Jisung's hole, spreading precum around it.
Jisung's breath hitches. "H-Hyung. Hnnnmgg— It's—It's not gonna work dry," he says, looking over his shoulder at Minho, lashes fluttering when Minho tries to push inside, gaze focused on the way Jisung's rim spreads around him. Jisung shudders, biting his lower lip.
Minho's stomach contracts, claws digging into Jisung's ass cheeks as he tries to fight the lovesick haze, but he feels so good, even with just the tip inside. Jisung breaks the spell briefly, when he groans, pleading for Minho to prep him.
"Hyung, it hurts," he says with a pout, and fucking hell. Minho's stomach lurches and he pulls away, apologizing as he pants, a bruising grip on Jisung's ass is all that is keeping him sane at the moment.
"Fuck, 'm sorry. It's so hard to hold back," he explains with a whine. He dives down to kiss Jisung's back, biting along the unclaimed skin, down to his perky butt, and his tempting hole. He can't get himself to step away from Jisung to grab the lube, so instead, he surges forward and sticks his tongue down Jisung's hole.
"It's okay, a little pain is fi—Ahngg," Jisung cuts himself off with a long, drawn-out moan, his back arching into Minho's face. Minho sucks on his rim, hard, and pushes his wolf tongue past it, eating him out like it's the last thing he'll do. He's desperate for it, spurred on by Jisung's honeyed moans, broken whines, and soft pleading.
He pushes his tongue deeper, moving the muscle to flatten and thicken to stretch Jisung's hole in preparation. Minho's cock throbs and hangs heavy between his thighs, and he still feels oh so hungry for Jisung—every fiber in his body urging him to be closer, closer, closer.
He moans between Jisung's ass cheeks, kneading them between his fingers as he continues to devour his hole, thrusting his wolf tongue in and out as he fucks him like that, slicking his hole with his thick saliva. Jisung's noises become higher and higher in pitch, his breathing speeding up, and he clenches around Minho's tongue.
"Hnnggfm, too much, jagi-yah—'m gonna—" he warns, fucking himself back against Minho's face. Minho parts with a wet gasp, drool running down his chin, a flush running all the way down to his navel. Jisung makes a choked noise, his body relaxing into the mattress despite him being edged.
Minho only gives them both enough time to catch their breaths, because he can't fucking wait to finally be inside Jisung, to morph them together and make him see stars. The sight of Jisung's flushed cheeks, red shiny lips drooling on the covers, back slightly arched, legs spread, his pupils blown and his gaze fixed on Minho, makes Minho feel invincible and insane.
"I'm so crazy for you, jagi—Fuck, I'm gonna make you feel so good," he whispers, grabbing his cock and guiding it towards Jisung's hole. "Wanna fill you up so badly."
"Please. Please, hyung—I need it," Jisung replies, but when Minho presses forward, a long groan escapes his throat, and he claws at the sheets, the stretch perhaps getting to him. He reaches for the nightstand, grabs a wooden bowl and dips his fingers inside before reaching behind him and smearing something around his rim, while Minho's tip is still lodged inside, stretching him.
"What did you do?" Minho asks, barely clear-headed enough to even register anything other than just Jisung, Jisung, Jisung, and the desire to fuck him until their melded together. Jisung wiggles his butt, a wet sensation enveloping Minho's tip. He squeezes his cheeks tightly, fucks inside in one tight, wet slide.
"I—Ahnggg—I just— I just made sure you'd fit—Fuck, you're so big 'yung," Jisung slurs, back arching as he urges Minho deeper and deeper. Minho moans, unsure if Jisung has somehow made himself self-lubricate or if Minho's saliva works this great, but he can't find the mindspace to think about it.
His gaze is fixed on the way his cock gets swallowed by Jisung's hole, stretching around the girth to fit it all in. He growls, claws digging into Jisung's hips.
He doesn't have the patience or clarity to wait for Jisung, the fire blazing inside his chest is burning too hot for him to handle. He can't think straight, can only grind his hips deeper, fucking into Jisung with sharp, desperate thrusts.
It's so wet, yet so tight, and Jisung feels so small under his half-transformed form—he swears he must be bulging his stomach. Jisung keeps letting out breathy moans and whines, driving Minho completely wild.
"Tell me, how long have you been wanting this?" Minho asks in a breathy whisper, sweat dripping down his temples. "How long did you want me like this?"
"So long— I don't know," Jisung says, blinking his wet eyes. "I— I fucked myself thinking of you so often. Wanted you to just—to just take me."
Minho whines at the admission, his thrusts speeding up at the thought of Jisung fingering himself, jerking himself off, thinking those same thoughts Minho would on guilty nights where he can't control himself.
"Me too, baby. Shit—So tight. Feels so good, jagi-yah. All mine. You're mine." A knot forms in the pit of his stomach, winding tighter and tighter. The base of his cock starts swelling, bumping against Jisung's wet rim with every thrust. Jisung's breath hitches and he raises his head a little, still looking over his shoulder with watery eyes.
"Hnngg— I'm yours, hyung. Only want you—Ah—Is that—? Is that a knot? Ahngg, please," Jisung pleads, reaching behind himself as if he's trying to pull Minho even closer. Minho pants heavily, lets Jisung pull him down until his chest lies against Jisung's back, grinding his cock deep into him. "Please, come inside, jagi. Please. Want it so badly."
"You're so fucking polite, asking so nicely. Good boy. Yes, I'll knot you, jagi-yah. I'll—fuck—Gonna fill you to the brim," he replies, lips touching the shell of Jisung's hot ear, every word pointed by a firm thrust, hips slapping against Jisung's ass and his swollen knot bumping against his rim. Jisung moans at the praise, as if he doesn't know that he deserves it.
"I'm so full— Kiss me, hyung—Wanna see you," Jisung requests, sticking out his lips and reaching out for Minho's hand. Minho shudders, gathers enough strength to pull out and flip Jisung onto his back, pushing Jisung's legs to his chest and folding him in half before slipping right back in. Jisung grabs him by the hair and roughly pulls him into a filthy and desperate kiss.
Their teeth and tongues clash while Minho keeps fucking him. His heart feels like it's about to bounce right through his ribcage, everything coming together at once—the months and months of loving Jisung but being unable to do anything about those feelings, the fear of hurting him, the joy of spending time with him, the warmth of his comfort, his sweet kindness, his funny jokes, his passion for witchcraft and helping people, the long days longing for Jisung, imagining nights together.
He wishes this moment would never end, but then, his knot slips inside, locking them together, and Minho loses it completely. Minho groans, vision going white as cum floods from his cock, filling Jisung to the brim. He keeps grinding his hips forward, as if he can push any deeper, fill him even more.
A second later, Jisung's body grows taut, his lips hanging open as he cums in between them, untouched. Minho keeps licking into his mouth, his long tongue rolling into every nook and cranny, unable to let go or part from him.
He doesn't have unlimited breath, however, so he has to stop to catch his breath. He leans his sweaty forehead against Jisung's one. Jisung brushes their noses together, and presses open mouthed kisses on Minho's lips.
The feverish haze starts to clear up a little, and it hits Minho what they just did. He just came inside Jisung, and his cock is still swollen, lodged inside Jisung. He looks down, sees that Jisung's lower stomach is slightly bloated. Holy shit. If he wasn't already completely flushed by now, he would certainly be after this realization.
Jisung pushes Minho over, rolling him onto his back so that Jisung can lie on top of him, the two of them still connected. Jisung lazily kisses him, sweet and soft, taking his time to kiss him now that Minho is a bit more at ease. Minho does nothing more than wrap his arms around Jisung's middle and let Jisung do whatever he pleases.
Once Jisung parts, his eyes flutter open, and Minho meets his gaze. Jisung's red cheeks and shiny bitten lips still tempt him, but he's better able to hold back now. "How… How's your shoulder?" Jisung whispers, slightly bashful as he speaks.
Minho takes a deep breath, focusing back on his own body and letting Jisung's weight on him ground him. "It's… It's fine. I feel pretty good, right now," he admits under his breath. Jisung softens, runs his hands along Minho's torso.
"Me too," he replies. The small smile on Jisung's face fades and he bites his lower lip. Minho rests his hands on Jisung's lower back, caressing his butt, a little uneasy with Jisung's expression. "Are you… Do you think you're going to regret this?"
"No," he says without thinking, but he means it. He didn't want Jisung to be in trouble because of him, but what would be worse than that, is to reject Jisung now. He can't bear to think about leaving Jisung after this. It would break both of their hearts. "And that's not just the wolf speaking. I… I know I held back before, but I do love you."
Jisung gasps softly. "I love you, too, hyung. I'm sorry I forced you. I—" he begins, but Minho shushes him. Now is not the time.
"Don't. Just—Let's enjoy this moment right now, okay? The rest will come later. I'm not mad at you. C'mere," he assures Jisung, pulling him into an embrace. Jisung melts into his arms, his warm cheek pressed against Minho's collarbone. They're still connected, but Minho's knot is slowly deflating and his heart is becoming quieter and calmer.
They enjoy a moment to catch their breaths, to come down from the high and to revel in each other's embrace. Minho closes his eyes, his body relaxing and going back to fully human. His dick slips out of Jisung's hole, and Jisung shudders.
"I think it's time to clean up. Your cum is dripping out," Jisung says with an exaggerated pout. Minho barks out a laugh, but his cock twitches weakly in interest, and his mind wanders, the urge to fuck his cum back into Jisung almost too strong to resist. It must be the aftereffects of the potion—but then again, who is he kidding? This might just be because he's head over heels and Jisung is hot as fuck pouting like this.
"Don't tempt me to plug you up," he says, fingers sneaking towards Jisung's fluttering hole. Jisung moans and hits Minho's chest, pout staying on his face.
"Don't make me horny again, hyung. Your shoulder needs rest and I do not have the energy to ride that humongous knot of yours," he retorts. Minho's cock stirs again, but he takes a deep breath and thinks about coriander and moldy fruit to get himself away from any thoughts of Jisung fucking himself on his lap.
Jisung steps away from Minho, leaving Minho's heart still yearning for his closeness. He tries to soothe himself by remembering Jisung's words of love, his gentle gestures, and sweet kisses. A second later, Jisung returns with a wet cloth, waddling as liquid drips down his thighs.
Minho sits up, but Jisung tuts at him. "Stay down, hyung-ah. Let me take care of you, now," he says, but he first wipes his own butt and thighs—with a pout and all, which makes Minho laugh—before he returns the favor.
"You already took care of me," Minho points out, reaching up to touch Jisung's cheek, running his thumb along the warm skin. His gaze runs down Jisung's torso, along the healing bruises and bites blooming on his tan skin. He likes seeing him claimed like this. "It was me who jumped you and started humping you, remember? You let me kiss you, fuck your pretty little butt, bite you all over…"
"I know. But I loved it at least as much as you seemed to want it," Jisung says, eyes dropping to follow Minho's. He smiles, oh so lovely. "Which wasn't the potion speaking, right?"
"The potion only made me act on my whims. I didn't do anything I haven't ever fantasized about doing one day for real," Minho assures Jisung again, sitting up and placing a kiss on Jisung's lips. Jisung's smile widens.
He stands up and takes Minho's hand—the one on the side of his uninjured shoulder—and pulls him up. He stands on his toes and kisses Minho's forehead. Then, he pecks each eyelid, his nose, his cheeks, his lips, his adam's apple, down to his collarbones, between his pecs, to his navel.
"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, hyung?" Jisung asks. Minho huffs, his ears heating up. It feels like he's trying to rile him up again, but he lets Jisung have his fun.
"You have. You did so even on the first day we saw each other, despite me being half transformed," Minho replies, grinning at the memory. "Why are you saying this again?"
"Because you rendered me speechless with your goddamn tongue before I could have my confession moment!" Jisung answers, straightening his spine and sending Minho a stern look. Minho softens, chuckles to himself, and motions for Jisung to go ahead, but his heart is speeding up again.
"Even when you're transformed, you're gorgeous, hyung. Your eyes, nose, pouty lips, short fingers, pudgy stomach protecting your strong core, broad shoulders, those god damn huge thighs… I love them, whether they're hairy or not," Jisung tells him, pulling him towards Minho's nest and coaxing him to sit down with him. A lump forms in Minho's throat, and he swallows thickly. "And I love you, whether you lose control or not. Whether you're injured or not. Whether you put me in danger or not. Whether people judge us or not."
"I love you too," Minho says. It's all he can say right now. It's the only thing that he can manage to get out of his throat without bursting into tears. "And I don't think I could forgive myself if you get hurt because of me. I'll do my best to keep us safe."
"Let me help, okay, hyung? This—This means that we're in this together now," Jisung says, pulling Minho into a hug as they nestle into the blankets. "I know what you are, and I know how people feel about you. It's my choice to be with you and I will gladly take responsibility for it."
Minho sighs, and instead of struggling to convey his feelings through words, he kisses Jisung, hugs him tight and wraps his arms and legs around him, holding him as close as he can. "We'll figure it out, yes," he whispers between kisses.
He holds Jisung by the back of his neck and pulls him into a deep kiss, making sure that Jisung knows just how much he means it. With that, he seals off tonight with a restful heart. His wolf is dormant, but his feelings and appreciation for Jisung are ever present.
He knows that he'll figure out how to handle life with Jisung by his side. Hopefully, he can make Jisung happy, but he decides to trust Jisung on his word, and give him what they both have been wanting for so long.
And even if they get in trouble, at least he'll have Jisung by his side. His lovely, witch. His.