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The last month and a half had been hard on Seungcheol. It seemed like crisis after crisis kept happening, small fires to put out everywhere amongst the group, not to mention the toll that their Japan tour had taken on the pack. And if it had been hard on Seungcheol, then it was equally, if not more so for Jeonghan. Sure, Seungcheol was their leader, but Jeonghan had always played equally as important of a role amongst the group, all while doing it without the privilege of any sort of title. He had been by Seungcheol’s side through everything, most recently helping him figure out how to proceed with the situation Jihoon had found himself in, followed almost immediately by being there for Joshua through his pregnancy scare. Not to mention the fact that he was doing all of it while enlisted, working his nine-to-five every day and still helping Seungcheol carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.
In short, the two of them were exhausted.They had been apart for Seungcheol’s rut and Jeonghan’s heat and time for any sort of intimacy in between had been sparse at best.
He saw him almost daily. But Seungcheol missed him. He ached for the man in a way that the thought of which would probably leave him pale in the face and trembling in a corner if you had told him as he presented years ago that this is what his future looked like.
Jeonghan was picking up Joshua from the clinic that day and Seungcheol knew he wouldn’t see the man until the next day, so he tried his best to sate his appetite without any access to the real thing. It had been almost two months since they’d had sex last. He thought he was probably about to go feral with need. He took a hot shower to try to relieve some of the desire that was leaving his skin crawling. His mind drifted to Jeonghan as soon as the warm water hit his skin and he reached down to cup himself. His teeth ached in his mouth at how badly he missed him. Maybe they were itching to sink into the soft skin around Jeonghan’s scent gland on his neck. Maybe they simply missed how he tasted, how his lemon, sakura, and vanilla would linger on Seungcheol’s taste buds and skin for days following. Seungcheol reached for the lube he kept in the shower, applying some to his fingers and reaching back between his cheeks to circle his rim before pushing inside, fingering himself open slowly. He really couldn’t explain why he liked it like this when he was Jeonghan-deprived. It’s possible he loved the man so much that he was picturing himself pleasuring Jeonghan in this way and that’s why it felt so good. Or maybe he was an alpha who liked it up the ass sometimes. That really wasn’t his business, and Jeonghan thought it was hot, so that’s all that mattered to him. It didn’t take long for him to finish, a broken cry of Jeonghan’s name as he just barely reached his prostate, spilling over his own fist and watching his release swirl down the drain. He just wished the relief was a little bit sweeter, but for better or for worse, he had been absolutely ruined by his future mate. Nothing compared, nor would anything ever compare to how it felt to lay with him.
The beep of the keypad on his front door nearly made him believe in the power of the law of attraction, or whatever manifestation woo-woo shit (no offense) Minghao had been prattling on about lately.
There was only one person who had the code to his door besides himself.
“Seungcheollie!” Jeonghan’s voice rang out through the wood of the bathroom door.
Seungcheol opened it, revealing a very beautiful (as always) and very tired (as mostly always) Jeonghan on the other side, dressed in a ridiculously bright yellow hoodie three sizes too big for himself.
“Hi, baby.” Seungcheol leaned down (though their height difference was minimal at best, Seungcheol still liked to think of it as leaning down), pulling Jeonghan into a sweet kiss.
He pulled back, studying his boyfriend, who was looking at him in a way he had only seen a few times before. He looked hungry, but there was something else there, too. Like he was hungry for something he feared Seungcheol wouldn’t give him.
“Joshua is doing okay?” Seungcheol asked, nuzzling into Jeonghan’s neck, silently asking to scent him.
“Physically, yes.” Jeonghan bared his neck, allowing Seungcheol the access he requested, “Mentally will take some time.”
“Thank you for being there for him.” Seungcheol pulled back when he was finished, satisfied with his work.
“Aish, Cheollie,” Jeonghan sighed, “You don’t have to thank me for that.”
Seungcheol cocked his head to the side, “Of course I’m going to thank you for being there for our pack. It’s important to me. I’m always going to be thankful that I have someone to help me look after them. The fact that it’s you makes it even better.”
“You’ve always pulled more than your fair share of the weight. That’s why I’m so happy to help.” Jeonghan reached up, tracing the soft curve of Seungcheol’s cheek with the tips of his cold, slender fingers, “I wouldn’t do it for just anyone. Only my mate.”
Seungcheol let out a soft chuff at the word, closing his eyes and leaning into Jeonghan’s hand, “I don’t know how much longer I can wait.” He admitted. It had been on his mind more often lately. He wanted Jeonghan like that so badly, he was beginning to ache for it.
“I don’t want to wait, either.” Jeonghan whispered as if they might be overheard, “Coups-ah. I… I want pups with you. We’re thirty, I’m so ready to be yours, to have this life together.”
Seungcheol felt himself filling out with interest at the mere mention of it, “Hannie…-”
“Do it on my next heat and me and the pup could have the same birthday.” Jeonghan persuaded him, leaning in to kiss over his scent gland, “I want it, yeobo, please.”
“Jeonghan,” Seungcheol pulled away, though every fiber in his being screamed at him to stay right where he was, “I’m not saying no, baby. I think we should talk about it more, though. You’d have to miss Lollapalooza, I still have surgery later this year, you’re supposed to be in a unit with Joshua when Seungkwan and Hansol enlist… there’s just a lot to think about.”
Jeonghan, for all his normal tendencies to be demanding and impatient when he asked for something low stakes, was very calm when Seungcheol brought up his hesitations. Which is how Seungcheol knew immediately that the man was serious. He wasn’t just asking, he had probably been thinking about this for months. The situation with Joshua likely making his wants even further cemented.
“Okay.” Jeonghan nodded, his big pretty eyes blinking up at Seungcheol with a mix of hope and adoration, “We’ll talk about it.”
“You really want this,” Seungcheol observed, carding his hand softly through Jeonghan’s short hair, “You’ve been thinking about it.”
Jeonghan reached down and grabbed the towel around Seungcheol’s waist, letting it fall to the floor around his ankles. “I’ve known since you presented, smelling like cherries and pastry crust and vanilla ice cream, the sweetest alpha I’ve ever met, as soon as it clicked for me that you were mine, Cheollie, I’ve known that I wanted to be your mate, to have your pups, to grow old with you.”
Seungcheol shivered at Jeonghan’s touch as he trailed his delicate fingers over the swell of his chest, finding it incredibly intoxicating to be completely bare while Jeonghan stood in front of him, still fully clothed. “I want it, too, baby. So badly.”
Jeonghan’s hands squeezed his plush ass as he pulled Seungcheol close, dodging his mouth in favor of kissing down his neck, nipping and marking him as he went, Seungcheol filling out further with every touch of his lips. Jeonghan’s fingers made their way between Seungcheol’s cheeks, and Seungcheol could feel his smile against the thin skin of his neck as he ran the dry pad of his finger over his pucker, which was still relaxed and open from his own fingers in the shower.
“Baby,” Jeonghan cooed, “Tell me you were thinking about me.”
“Always.” Seungcheol nodded, whining as Jeonghan started teasing him, still very sensitive, “I always think of you, angel.”
“My pretty omega will let me fuck him full, won’t he?” Jeonghan began backing away, leading Seungcheol into his bedroom, awarding him with his biggest smile, the one Seungcheol loved most, mischievous and baring all of his teeth at once. “Let alpha get you pregnant. Nice and round with my pups, hm?”
And sure, it was just roleplay. They would need a considerable amount of lube to get Seungcheol anywhere nearly as slick as Jeonghan would be in his position. But his alpha rumbled so happily within that there was no way he could deny Jeonghan. Not that he would even want to in the first place. He hadn’t bottomed in ages and if he couldn’t be the one getting Jeonghan pregnant tonight, then he sure as hell was okay with pretending like they could accomplish the task with the roles reversed.
“Please, alpha.” Seungcheol whined as he was pushed backwards on his (thankfully) made bed.
“Patience, daddu,” Jeonghan tutted as he searched for the lube in Seungcheol's bedside table drawer, “Show me how you were touching yourself in the shower,” he handed him the bottle, “Show alpha how bad you want me.”
Jeonghan stripped off his many layers then climbed back into bed and sat back on his heels from his position beside him, stroking himself to fullness as he watched Seungcheol finger himself open with rapt attention.
Seungcheol let out a strangled whine as he took his third finger, batting his eyes up at Jeonghan, pleading, “Please, alpha.”
“Please, what, darling?” Jeonghan asked, the corner of his mouth curling up, loving the control he had taken of the situation.
“Touch me, please.” Seungcheol whined.
“Hmm,” Jeonghan pretended to consider it, “Well since you asked so nicely.”
Seungcheol watched as Jeonghan reached for the lube, warming it between his fingers before finally reaching for Seungcheol's achingly hard cock. He let out a gasp at the touch, able to focus on the pleasure and loosen himself up the rest of the way at last. Jeonghan wasn't large, but it had still been a while and he wanted to really enjoy this, savor every second without any tinge of discomfort threatening to sully his memories.
“There you go, baby, that's it.” Jeonghan praised as he watched, knowing all of Seungcheol's tells as well as his own, every twitch of his eyebrow, every tiny hitch in his breath, every blink of his eyes as he stared up at the love of his life.
“‘M ready, baby.” Seungcheol swallowed a sob as he withdrew his fingers, trying to absorb just how stunning Jeonghan looked hovering above him. His skin was a little dull, he had purple bruises under his eyes, and his lips were slightly chapped but he was perfect, an angel, though he more often than not lived up to the opposite of that nickname. Seungcheol wouldn’t have it any other way. Jeonghan hadn't stopped taking Seungcheol's breath away since the moment they met and he doubted he would stop any time soon.
Jeonghan drizzled an egregious amount of lube into his hand, spreading it on his pretty flushed cock, the excess across Seungcheol’s waiting hole, wiping his hand on the bedspread without a care in the world for the laundry Seungcheol would have to do, before lining himself up, pushing Seungcheol’s knees back towards his chest, and pressing inside slowly.
“Mmh, taking me so well,” He let out a shaky sigh as he bottomed out, “So wet for me, what a good omega you are.”
“Mmnh, alpha-” Seungcheol whined, “Only for you.”
Jeonghan smiled knowingly at his oath of devotion and began fucking him in earnest. Where Seungcheol was gentle and languid, Jeonghan was the opposite. He was fire and brimstone and he had horrible stamina, so he fucked Seungcheol like he was running out of time, because in a way, he was. Neither of them have ever lasted very long the few times they have done this, and with the weight of their earlier conversation pressing down on them, challenging the laws of physics with the gravity of it, he doubted this time would be any exception.
Seungcheol barreled towards his release with no hope of slowing down or drawing the build-up out, despite having already come once before this. That was just what Jeonghan did to him.
It struck him as Jeonghan whispered sweet nothings in his ear about getting him pregnant, giving them pups, that he wanted something permanent now, before they even brought up the subject of having a pup to the team with their contract renegotiations coming up soon. He truly didn’t think he could wait any longer.
“Bite me.” He gasped as Jeonghan found his prostate, “Mate me, make me yours, Jeonghan. Want it. Want you in my skin, mine forever, please, baby, fuck, please-”
“Coups-ah, are-” Jeonghan’s rhythm faltered, “Are you sure?”
“Never been more sure of anything,” Seungcheol whispered, reaching up to stroke Jeonghan’s cheek, “Wanna call you my mate and mean it, fuck the consequences.”
“Fuck the consequences.” Jeonghan echoed, nodding as he accepted the task, his eyelids heavy, pupils blown wide, “Love you so much, Cheollie. My Cheollie.”
“I love you more, Jeonghannie.” Seungcheol could feel hot tears rolling down his face with the sincerity of his words, “Claim me, angel.”
Jeonghan fared his greatest feat of multitasking he had been presented with yet as he managed to keep fucking Seungcheol while he leaned down, planting a sweet kiss to his scent gland, murmuring, “Mine-”, before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh.
Seungcheol had never felt anything close to the sensation. Warmth and tingling spread out from the bite, soothing the initial sharp shock of his skin breaking, radiating pleasantly across his skin, spreading around his entire body. He came as soon as Jeonghan’s tongue darted out to lick the wound, pleasure multiplying tenfold at the sensation. He cried out Jeonghan’s name as he came and the omega followed quickly behind as Seungcheol clenched around him, babbling incoherently about fucking him full and making sure it took.
Seungcheol nuzzled into his neck as he rode out the high.
“My turn.” Jeonghan demanded, as he pulled out of Seungcheol, “Make me yours, jagiya.”
Seungcheol rearranged them so he was sitting against the headboard, Jeonghan in his lap, laying open mouth kisses up the column of his neck, whispering variations on a mantra of love and adoration before finally returning the favor, sinking his teeth into Jeonghan’s delicate skin. They both whined in unison at the sensation. It was almost as good giving as it had been receiving, sating the wolf inside of him like he had never felt before.
He licked the wound clean, memorizing the taste of Jeonghan’s blood since he would never imbibe the blood of his savior again, though he would certainly take communion of his flesh.
“Mine.” Jeonghan mumbled again into Seungcheol’s skin as he collapsed onto his chest.
They lay like that for a while before Seungcheol persuaded Jeonghan to get off of him long enough to go get a warm, damp rag to clean them up.
“Your makeup noonas are going to murder me.” Jeonghan chuckled as they lay in bed together, planting sweet kisses around the brand new bite mark that now crowned his scent gland.
“Let anyone try to lay a finger on you, I dare them.” Seungcheol practically growled. He knew it was hypothetical and blatantly hyperbolic, but even joking about anyone trying to harm his newly minted mate made his hackles raise with levels of protectiveness and possessiveness he didn't know they could reach. He had no clue that his feelings for Jeonghan could burn even brighter and hotter than they ever had. But he was so unbelievably content with the outcome. He hoped his love for the man, his omega, his mate, his husband, someday, would never stop. Never slow down. An immovable and unrelenting force of nature. It only seemed right, proportionate to how much he wanted to love and feel for him.
“You're going to be such a good dad.” Seungcheol smiled at the love of his life. “I can't wait to see it. Every moment.”
“It scares the piss out of me.” Jeonghan admitted, “But we've already had a pretty good trial run with eleven others.”
“I thought you hated us getting pigeon-holed into the mother and father roles of the group.” Seungcheol teased.
“I do.” Jeonghan scoffed, “It's lazy and reductive and as much as our darling caratdeul love us, they don't know us like we do.” Jeonghan took a breath, “But it's fine for me to make the analogy.”
“Sure it is, baby.” Seungcheol chuckled fondly at his mate's double standard. “I can't believe I'm so infatuated with a hypocrite.”
“I can.” Jeonghan kissed his cheek, “Have you seen me?”
Seungcheol pulled him into a genuine kiss, “I have. The most beautiful person on this planet, my Jeonghannie. Living art. I'll never get tired of looking at you.”
“I can't wait to grow old with you, Cheol-ah.” Jeonghan sighed serenely.
Seungcheol found his affection for the elderly and fascination with becoming one very endearing. “I can wait.” Seungcheol admitted, “But only because I want to savor every second.”
“Aigoo,” Jeonghan whacked his chest, the angles awkward from such close range, the resulting impact barely more than the beat of a moth's wing, “You're a sap, Yoon Seungcheol.”
“Only for you, Choi Jeonghan.”
“We can decide on hyphenating later.” Jeonghan rolled his eyes, letting Seungcheol pull him closer to his chest, his cheek pressed right over Seungcheol’s beating heat, which he had sole ownership of.
In a few weeks, they would have to show everyone what they've done and bring up that they want to have pups together. But for now all they had to do was hold each other, forgetting their roles and responsibilities for a little longer. It was the easiest job in the world, Seungcheol thought, to lose himself in Jeonghan’s embrace, to crawl inside his skin and make a home for himself there.