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It all sunk in on Jeongguk when they went to the plug shop.

Yoongi was excitedly jumping from one brand to another, and Jeongguk suddenly realised that he truly had a boyfriend, one who was okay with having sex with him, and even more okay with letting him lay his eggs inside him. It was kind of surreal, to find someone like this – a human, at that.

In all honesty, he never thought he'd be able to find a human partner accepting his condition, and his... particular sex life, and what it entailed. But from the moment they met, Yoongi had always been more than accepting toward Jeongguk. He was, frankly, the most eager to be knotted and filled with eggs human Jeongguk ever met.

But aside from his particular tastes in term of sex, Yoongi was also the sweetest boyfriend Jeongguk could ever dream of. He even agreed to meet his parents two days after they started dating. 

(Through video call, when Jeongguk's mother made her usual weekly call to her son. The connection was terrible because a meteor shower was passing near Jeongguk's home planet, and the image he received of his little family was blurry as hell. Still, when he heard Jeongguk speak to his parents, Yoongi had jumped on him and chatted with them for an hour.

And even with the – horrific – quality of the image, Jeongguk's mother had still showered her son with congratulation for scoring such a cutie. She'd asked how, and Jeongguk skirted around telling her Yoongi had kissed him when he heard Jeongguk had two dicks .)

But, even if everything felt like some unbelievable dream, Yoongi's warmth was very much real against the palm of his hand. Jeongguk focused on that. His boyfriend was pulling him along through the shop, asking what kind of plug would be the best.

“Usually people like me have specific shapes of plugs,” explained Jeongguk as they passed an aisle full of sparkly toys.

“Specific?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, like-,” Jeongguk blushed, “When we're between us, we lay our eggs in our pouches. Not in our... butts.”

Yoongi chuckled, amused by his shyness. “And does it change something for the eggs to be in a butt instead of in a pouch?”

He was asking the question lightly, but under his calmness, he was still a bit worried about it. He didn't want Jeongguk to lay his eggs in him but lose them afterwards because he wasn't entirely made to bear eggs. He knew it was a sensitive subject for Jeongguk, one that kept him from having a love (and sex) life for years .

“Yeah, don't worry. They only need body warmth and protection.”

“I can provide both,” jocked Yoongi, shaking his eyebrows suggestively.

Jeongguk blushed bashfully but was beyond pleased by the prospect of his boyfriend carrying and caring for his eggs. Every time they talked about Jeongguk's coming mating season, Yoongi always had the same smile, one filled with care and excitement. Jeongguk had laid his eggs in a partner once, when he was still on his native planet. But that time, he wasn't in love with the other person, and only had to lay eggs to assess their quality and fertility.

“So, what plug do I need?” Yoongi asked again, letting his eyes linger on different plugs displayed on a stand.

“Something with a flat end,” said Jeongguk as he thought about it, “so you can still stand and walk around even once you're bred.”

He studied the different shapes without noticing the look Yoongi gave him. But after a full minute of silence from his boyfriend, who hadn't stopped talking since they arrived, Jeongguk turned toward him. His eyes widened when he saw Yoongi's reddened cheeks and amused smile.

“What?”

Yoongi came closer, lifted a hand to Jeongguk's chest, and nearly purred, “I love it when you say you'll breed me.”

Jeongguk positively blushed a shade he had never reached in his entire life.

“Can't wait to be full of your eggs, baby,” Yoongi continued, slightly rubbing Jeongguk's pecs, searching and grazing his nipples under his sweater.

“Oh my god hyung, shut up!” Jeongguk tried to whisper-yell without pulling anyone's attention on them. “Don't say that when we're in public!”

“Don't say what?” Yoongi innocently asked, clearly having fun, “That my baby will breed me full of eggs until I'm ready to burst? And that I'll keep them inside for him, keeping them warm and secure in my tight hole?”

“Oh my god, oh my god,” Jeongguk looked around them, afraid someone heard Yoongi despite the shop being nearly empty at this hour of the afternoon, on a Saturday.

Yoongi burst into laughter, patting Jeongguk's chest, “Oh my god baby, don't be so stressed. What would happen if someone heard us, huh?”

Jeongguk opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out of it. A million ideas of terrible scenarios went through his mind, all including judging stares and snarky comments.

“Nothing, baby. Nothing would happen,” laughed Yoongi. “If you're so scandalised right now, what will happen when I walk around, belly full? You're gonna cry of mortification because everyone will know you knotted me up and bred me full of eggs.”

“Maybe I will cry,” agreed Jeongguk dramatically, cheeks still a cute shade of pink.

“Well, stop making plans for after your mating season, and help me find a plug to keep all those eggies inside.”

Jeongguk groaned, bending down to hide his face in his small boyfriend's neck, but followed him around anyway, ignoring his burning ears.

It took them another half an hour before settling on a model, even asking advice to the girl behind the register. Jeongguk was mortified when Yoongi went to her with questions about size, but the girl advised them without any strange looks their way, or any judgement in her eyes when she understood they're looking for a plug for Yoongi. It must be rare to see humans coming into this shop. It was located directly in the clinic for alien species and hybrids, in the centre of the city. Their usual customers were surely aliens, and seeing a human coming with a hybrid like Jeongguk was clearly not usual.

They bickered about who was paying for the plug they chose (“It's my eggs, I should be the one paying hyung”, “It's my butt Guggkie, I'm the one paying” – all of this right in front of the amused cashier.)

In the end, Yoongi paid for the plug, with the promise to let Jeongguk buy every other mating-related item they'd need.

Yoongi kept peeking inside the shopping bag now and then on the whole bus ride home. Jeongguk couldn't stop himself smiling at his boyfriend's excitement; happy Yoongi was so open with the idea of getting filled with eggs and keeping them for days inside him. He never met someone quite like Yoongi, a human so accepting of alien species and hybrids like Jeongguk.

Sometimes, he couldn't even understand how he managed to have Yoongi as his boyfriend. The man was a sweet but assertive little guy, always confident and hard-working. He had a job already, while Jeongguk was still in college, finishing his human sciences MS.

They weren't even meant to meet, and yet, here they were. Meeting thought Jimin, Jeongguk's friend and boyfriend of Yoongi's colleague, Hoseok. A night in a bar, chatting over too loud music. A drunk Jeongguk telling about the arid desert his love life was. Yoongi discovering Jeongguk had a double dick, and Jeongguk sighing, knowing the news would scare Yoongi away. Which didn't happen, in the end, because Yoongi was practically drooling at the mention of two dicks.

Jeongguk didn't know how they ended up dating, but they were, for seven months now. Jeongguk practically lived with his extraordinary boyfriend (Yoongi refused most of the time that Jeongguk slept in his crappy dorm room), living the best life after years and years spent alone.

Some days, he couldn't quite believe it.

But others, he went home with Yoongi clutching his hand tightly in his, chatting excitedly about everything and nothing in particular.

And some days, Jeongguk came out of the bathroom after cleaning his face and found Yoongi lying in bed, cardboard box already open, his long fingers snaking around the brand new plug. Yoongi was studying it (again, he had already extensively looked at it in the shop), turning it around in his hands, and wrapping his fingers around it to gauge its girth. It was written on the package, but as he always said, Yoongi liked to test things out himself.

Jeongguk came closer to the bed, and Yoongi looked up at him from his spot between the many fluffy blankets Jeongguk loved to sleep in (for a long time Jeongguk had tried to hide the fact that he nested, but Yoongi found it adorable and bought many blankets just for him).

“I still think it would have been cute to buy the one with the bunny tail,” Yoongi said as Jeongguk flopped next to him.

“And what would have you done with a huge fluffy pink tail in your pants?” countered Jeongguk, just like he did in the shop when Yoongi saw the custom plugs.

Jeongguk couldn't lie; it would have been super hot to see a soft fluff ball between his boyfriend's cheeks every day. But they needed to think practical, and a bunny tail was everything but practical. Jeongguk couldn't begin to imagine what Yoongi would look like, belly rounded and a huge lump at the back of his pants. Ridiculous, certainly. Ridiculously arousing, most importantly. Jeongguk wouldn't survive it.

“I would have worn it at home, silly baby,” chuckled Yoongi, softly tugging a few strands of hair out of Jeongguk's eyes.

“Even in sweatpants it would look stupid, hyung,” Jeongguk lied down next to his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around his warm body and pulling him against him, snuggling his face in Yoongi's neck. His scent comforted him. Even if Jeongguk was a good head and half taller than Yoongi, big compared to any human, his small hyung had a warm body and was soft all over, the most comforting thing in his life.

“I don't need sweatpants when I'm home, Jeonggukie,” Yoongi spoke in Jeongguk hair while rubbing his nose on top of his head. “I can just walk around naked. Only wearing my plug. Cute little bunny tail sticking from between my cheeks.”

Jeongguk's face had heated more and more as Yoongi spoke, and he buried his face hard in his boyfriend's neck in a vain attempt to disappear from the Earth's surface.

“Oh my god, hyung, stop talking.”

“Imagine baby,” Yoongi continued as if he hadn't heard Jeongguk, “Easy access in case you have more eggs to push inside me. You'd keep filling me until the eggs push against the plug to come out.”

Despite his best efforts, Jeongguk couldn't erase the images forming in his mind. Pictures of his boyfriend, walking around his apartment, round belly breed full of eggs, a cute little pink tail poking out from his ass. He imagined Yoongi bent over the back of the couch, presenting himself and begging for more eggs despite being full to the brim already.

His cocks had filled up quicker than ever, and as Jeongguk groaned against Yoongi's skin, he ground his hips on his leg anyway, seeking friction.

Yoongi cooed when he felt the hardness against his leg, and held Jeongguk tighter, peppering kisses on top of his head. “You'd like that, hm baby? Would like to fill me with your beautiful eggs and let them incubate inside me until they're big and ready to come out.”

“Fuck, yeah,” groaned Jeongguk, still rutting against his boyfriend, spurred on by his hyung's hand on his hip, moving along.

Jeongguk's own hands started to roam everywhere he could reach, leaving Yoongi's waist in favour of exploring his back, rubbing his nape and trailing back down his spine. Then he took a palm-full of Yoongi's ass, and squeezed softly, moaning softly when the skin and fat gave up under his fingers. He played with Yoongi's cheeks until the human started to moan, and only then did he pull back from Yoongi's neck and loomed over his boyfriend.

Yoongi had lost all of his witty smirks and suggestive eyes. His full cheeks were a pretty pink, button nose scrunching up every time a needy noise came out of his mouth.

“You'll look so good hyung,” said Jeongguk, gaze flicking around on Yoongi's flushed face.

Yoongi was the biggest tease, but he was also the easiest person to rile up Jeongguk ever met. Sometimes, he even wondered if his boyfriend didn't have at least a little bit of bunny hybrid DNA, seeing how Yoongi was such a cute horny mess.

“And if you want me to, I'll go get that bunny tail plug for the days you spend in here,” Jeongguk added.

Yoongi beamed and giggled softly, rough and low voice sending sparkles of pleasure down Jeongguk's spine.

“You'd do that for me, baby boy?” asked Yoongi cheekily. He tucked a strand of hair behind Jeongguk's ear, lovingly smiling up at him.

“Anything,” Jeongguk said, honestly.

It was true. Never had Jeongguk met someone as awesome as Yoongi. He was the loveliest boyfriend anyone could dream of, with cute quirks and so many charms Jeongguk fell hard and fast for him. Jeongguk loved all of him, from his round hips to his big heart. He only hoped Yoongi loved him just as much.

“Well then,” Yoongi smirked playfully, rubbing a hand up and down Jeongguk's chest, “you'll let me suck your cocks, hm?”

Jeongguk's hips involuntarily trusted forward at the thought of Yoongi's dainty lips kissing him down there, where he was all tingly and sensitive. He knew how good Yoongi was with his mouth, and how he truly loved giving head (nearly as much as getting fucked).

“Will you, baby?” purred Yoongi right against Jeongguk's lips.

Jeongguk nodded and ducked down right away. He slotted his lips against Yoongi's, pushing his mouth open and searching for his tongue to suck on. Yoongi let him do as he pleased, letting soft and whiny moans slip right inside Jeongguk's mouth at each tug on his tongue. Jeongguk swallowed every one of them eagerly.

They kissed, and kissed, and kissed, until Jeongguk had completely forgotten Yoongi's request. When he pulled back, he was lightheaded, mind spinning. He could never have enough of Yoongi's softness.

“Baby,” chuckled Yoongi against his lips when Jeongguk lowered himself again. He let Jeongguk kiss him hungrily a few more times, before softly stroking his cheek to push him back. Jeongguk whined. “I want to suck your cocks.”

His words seemed to send a choc through Jeongguk, his hips suddenly stuttering forward. He pressed his groin a few times against Yoongi's, both of them moaning on each other's lips. But he quickly stopped his movements, because he knew he could come only by humping his lovely boyfriend. And they didn't want that.

Jeongguk let Yoongi manoeuvre him down on the bed. He rested his back against the soft covers, pushing his head back to appreciate the give of the blankets and mattress. Yoongi indeed had a fantastic bed.

Jeongguk focused back when he felt Yoongi's familiar weight on his belly. The human was smaller than anyone Jeongguk ever been with, but he looked fantastic. They both went crazy the times Yoongi rode him.

Yoongi had big hands that he threaded through Jeongguk's hair when he bent down and kissed him. They exchanged breaths and wet kisses, Yoongi sucking on Jeongguk's tongue this time until Jeongguk was squirming under him.

Then Yoongi straightened up and slid back until his plump ass was directly against the tent in Jeongguk's sweatpants. Yoongi grinned against him, and Jeongguk looked, mesmerised, how his boyfriend pleasured himself by merely rubbing his hard cock between his cheeks.

“Hyung,” whined Jeongguk as he tugged on Yoongi's t-shirt.

“What, Ggukie?” Yoongi asked breathlessly, looking back down at the boy he was nearly riding, despite the two layers of clothes between them. “Want me to take it off?”

“Naked, please,” requested Jeongguk, before biting back a moan at a particularly hard swirl of Yoongi's hips.

“Always such a polite boy,” Yoongi teased, but he still pulled his t-shirt over his head.

Jeongguk's gaze snapped on his boyfriend's figure. Yoongi was a real masterpiece. His body was all pale skin and soft curves, his belly a little rounded with fat and his tits deliciously curvy. Some days, Jeongguk would bite on them until they were red and marked. His thighs too were round and perky, perfect for Jeongguk to grab and squeeze.

But the softest part of his body was still covered with grey underwear, and Jeongguk whined desperately when he saw the wet patch on the underwear, right at the tip of a barely visible tent. He wanted to feel Yoongi's ass but without the barrier of his underwear.

Yoongi smirked at him and looked ready to taunt him a little bit for his eagerness, but instead, Yoongi grabbed his underwear and slipped it off. Jeongguk tried to help him, but he couldn't wholly concentrate when Yoongi bent forward to push the underwear off his legs, and his ass was all Jeongguk could see. It was round and jiggly, thin white marks lining the sides toward his thighs. When he turned around, the flesh wiggled slowly, and Jeongguk felt himself salivate.

Yoongi sat back down on Jeongguk, this time only thin sweatpants separating their skin. Jeongguk looked at him for a long time, gaze going from his perky nipples to his kind eyes, and down to his legs spread over him. His cock was now leaking directly onto Jeongguk's pants.

The first time Jeongguk had seen Yoongi's cock, he had nearly cried.

It was small enough to disappear completely when Jeongguk took him in his hand but quite thick. And it was always drooling an absurd amount of precum, wetting everything before he even came. It was indeed the most beautiful dick Jeongguk ever saw in his life, chubby like the rest of his hyung. Jeongguk loved when Yoongi fucked his mouth.

Yoongi impatiently wiggled on top of him, and Jeongguk's hands shot up, one gently dug into his hip while the other went up to Yoongi's left pec. He squeezed it, watching the nipple bunch up before hardening.

Jeongguk locked his boyfriend up and down. His cheeks heated, a pleased smile making its way on his lips.

“You're so beautiful hyung.”

Yoongi looked at him with this soft look he always had when Jeongguk said things he liked. He lifted a hand from Jeongguk's chest and grazed his cheeks, “You too baby.”

Jeongguk looked at the pec he still had in hand. He squeezed again.

“Prettiest hyung.”

Yoongi's cheeks were the same pink as the tip of his cock, but he still played along, letting Jeongguk squeeze and rub his body, moaning softly every time Jeongguk pinched one of his nipples. By the time Yoongi crawled down, they were red and hard.

As he went down, Yoongi took with him Jeongguk pants. He didn't wear any underwear, so his upper cock slapped against his stomach the moment the pants left his hips. Yoongi hummed softly at the view, and once the pants were completely off, he came back up and settled himself on Jeongguk's legs, face in front of Jeongguk's crotch.

Yoongi gently took in hand Jeongguk's upper dick, forcing a loud moan out of his boyfriend. He squeezed softly, watching as precum leaked and slid down toward his fingers. Despite the size of the cock, Yoongi's fingers still managed to wrap fully around them, and seeing his red cockhead disappear through the tight hold of Yoongi's fingers had always been one of the biggest turns on for Jeongguk.

Yoongi was working Jeongguk slowly, smearing the precum over his entire cock. From time to time he rubbed down on the small scales growing at the base. They were soft and a shiny blue, contrasting prettily against the slightly purple hue of the hybrid's skin.

Then he dipped his fingers inside the opening of Jeongguk' pouch, and Jeongguk couldn't hold in his moans anymore. He let out a high pitched whine, his thighs trembling under Yoongi as fingers slowly rubbed his entrance. It was just above his upper dick, a two inches long opening leading to the extendible pouch in which his kind laid their eggs. The skin inside was velvety and soft and extremely sensible. Jeongguk squeaked every time Yoongi rubbed a little deeper, and the hand stroking his cockhead brought small tears at the corner of his eyes.

“Hyung,” he whined, hips kicking slightly under Yoongi's weight, desperate and sensitive.

“What is it, baby?” asked Yoongi, a small smile tugging his mouth at the corners. “It's sensitive down there?”

“Yes hyung,” hiccupped Jeongguk, moaning at a particularly precise rub against the tip of his cock. He could feel the precum leaving him, and each time Yoongi's hand was there to rub it down the length. “So sensitive.”

The fingers at the opening of his pouch suddenly disappeared. Yoongi ducked down, and the next second Jeongguk gasped loudly at the sensation of his cock pushing in the warmth of a hot and tight mouth. Yoongi sucked him to the middle of his length in one go, squeezing the base with one hand and keeping himself upright with the other.

Yoongi bobbed his head quickly, sucking on the upstroke, letting out whines of pleasure. The tears at the corner of Jeongguk's eyes spilled.

As Yoongi worked on his cock in quick and tight strokes, Jeongguk was reduced to a simple moaning mess. Fingers fisted in the soft blankets under him, he tried to find purchase, but Yoongi's mouth around him was too good too fast, and he felt like he could burst at any moment.

“Hyung, hyung! I'm- I'm gonna-”

Yoongi didn't stop. Jeongguk had his safe word in case it all became too much to bear, but until the moment he heard it, Yoongi wouldn't stop sucking on his cock. He even pulled his hand away from the base, gripped Jeongguk's hips for support, and started to fuck himself on the whole length, letting the head slide in and out of his tight throat.

Jeongguk cried out, pleasure washing over him in quick waves each time his boyfriend’s warmth engulfed him. He could only lie there, and let Yoongi fuck himself on his cock, and take it.

Yoongi was rutting his drooling cock against Jeongguk's calf that was trapped between his legs, and fucked his mouth on Jeongguk's cock enthusiastically, moaning every time it filled him the right way. He loved sucking cock so much Jeongguk had managed to make him come with a single face fucking once. Something to try again in the future, seeing how Yoongi was losing himself right now.

Suddenly, Yoongi snaked a hand lower, under his chin, to wrap it around Jeongguk's lower dick. It was shorter than the upper one, but thicker, with the skin stretched at the base for when his knot popped. It never grew as hard as the first one, but Yoongi loved to play with it anyway, squishing it between tight fingers and digging one in the larger slit at the tip.

Jeongguk cried out when Yoongi played with his lower cock while still impaling his face on his upper one. Yoongi was nearly slipping the tip of his finger in the slit from which his eggs came out, and the unexpected contact made him lose his mind.

“Hyung, I-” 

This time, he was seconds away from coming, and Yoongi knew it. But he didn't stop, working a tad bit harder on his cock and fondling the other one in his hand. A few more strokes and Yoongi buried his face on his cock as Jeongguk came. He could feel Yoongi's throat milking him, and it made his moans a little bit higher as he spurted cum directly in his boyfriend's throat.

Fingers came back at the opening of his pouch, and Jeongguk jolted.

“Yoongi!”

A few more spurts of cum shot down Yoongi's throat, making both of them whine. Jeongguk's thighs were trembling under Yoongi, who had stopped humping for the time Jeongguk came down from his high.

Yoongi popped off his cock and licked the head a few times to taste the last drops of cum.

Jeongguk was beautiful when he came. His long hair was sprawled around his glowing face, a strange tint of dark purple contrasting against the creme of the blanket under his head. His chest was rising quickly, mouth open to let hard breaths out. His skin shined under the soft light, scales glittering gently.

Still a little breathless, Jeongguk held a hand toward Yoongi, uselessly grabbing air to make him come closer.

“Come here hyung,” he asked, voice a little lower than usual.

Yoongi climbed back on his boyfriend's chest and pressed his lips against his in a wet and open-mouthed kiss. Jeongguk moaned softly under him, hands fluttering everywhere he could reach pressing and squeezing, appreciating his boyfriend's perfect softness.

Jeongguk felt the dripping head of Yoongi's cock rubbing against his stomach, smearing it in precum. A small whine left his boyfriend's lips every time it brushed against his skin, and soon he was rutting his hips. Yoongi let out soft moans, panting in Jeongguk's mouth, unable to kiss him anymore. Jeongguk took it upon himself then, peppering kisses along his face, on his cute little round nose and his sharp jaw.

He let Yoongi hump him a little bit, enjoying the feeling of his wet dick rubbing against his belly. But after some time, Jeongguk squeezed Yoongi's thigh and urged him higher.

“Come on, hyung, I want to eat your ass.”

“Eat you out baby,” laughed Yoongi between breathless pants, always amused by Jeongguk's cute renditions of human slang.

Yoongi turned around on his knees and straddled Jeongguk the other way around. He scooted closer to his head on his knees, struggling a little with all the blankets in the bed.

“I could really eat your ass too,” replied Jeongguk, sounding a little bit absent, now that Yoongi's plump ass was hovering a few inches away from his face, tiny cock dripping directly between his pecs.

Yoongi turned his head around, “Is this something you're into? Vore?”

Jeongguk had a hard time averting his gaze from the giggly asscheeks in front of him. He finally met Yoongi's eyes, and his hyung was softly smiling his way.

“Vore?”

“You know... consuming people,” explained Yoongi, trying to keep a face straight even when Jeongguk's eyes comically grew, and his mouth popped open in scandalisation.

“I'm not a fucking Mantirak!”

The image of ten feet tall monsters came to Yoongi's mind, and he grimaced slightly. Thankfully, Jeongguk chose this moment to grab handfuls of his ass. He visibly had had enough of containing himself.

Yoongi moaned when Jeongguk spread his cheeks and looked at his fluttering hole. Jeongguk made an appreciative noise deep in his throat and blew on the twitching muscles.

“Is this something they really do?” asked Yoongi, “Eat their partner while mating?”

Jeongguk dipped his fingers in the fat around Yoongi's hips and pulled him back until he had his nose right in his crack, brushing the skin softly.

“I have no idea. But they look like they do.”

Jeongguk dived right in, cutting anything Yoongi could say. He pressed his tongue against Yoongi's pucker, lapping broadly against it, from his perineum to his hole, a few times. Yoongi keened loudly, his body already trembling in Jeongguk's hands.

Jeongguk pulled his boyfriend on top of him until he was sitting directly on his face. His asscheeks spread for him, and Jeongguk moaned when he first dipped his tongue inside the warm hole. Yoongi's whimpering echoed through the bedroom.

Jeongguk worked quickly and wetly. Spit was soon running down his chin, and every time he sucked on the tight hole, a few drops of Yoongi's precum dropped on his collarbones.

“Jeongguk!” suddenly moaned Yoongi, before one of his hands snaked in Jeongguk's hair and tugged him closer.

From then, Jeongguk had little work to do. He simply kept his tongue stiff, and let Yoongi ride his face, tug on his hair and use him. It felt so good Jeongguk couldn't stop himself moaning low right into Yoongi's hole. His hands had found a grip on Yoongi's thighs.

“Oh my god, you feel so good baby boy,” whined Yoongi on a hard trust. He spread his legs wider, resting more weight on Jeongguk's face, much to the younger's pleasure. Yoongi moved to alleviate some weight off of his boyfriend, but Jeongguk whined and tugged him back down, plugged his tongue this tiny bit deeper.

“Fuck,” swore Yoongi, before taking one of Jeongguk's hand from his hips and lifting it to his chest.

The moment he felt him, Jeongguk squeezed his fingers around one of Yoongi's small tits. They were slightly bouncing as Yoongi moved around and rode his face, and Jeongguk gripped the plump globe, the fat giving under his fingers easily, like some soft dough. Yoongi moaned again, pleasure shooting down to his cock. It felt so good having Jeongguk play with his body; he always found the best way to squeeze and caress him.

“You're so good at this,” said Yoongi, grip tight and delicious on Jeongguk's hair, controlling it to pleasure himself, “Such a sweet, eager boy I have.”

Jeongguk moaned in response, pleased to hear these words from his boyfriend. He loved nothing else in the world more than pleasuring Yoongi, and loved it when he was good for him.

“I'm- I'm gonna come,” whined Yoongi, a hand reaching forward to fondle with his dripping cockhead. It was red and swollen, ready to burst at any second. So sensitive Yoongi could barely touch it.

But his release was ripped from his hands a few seconds later, Jeongguk suddenly pushing Yoongi's hips away from his face. Yoongi was ready to whine and complain, a high pitched moan pushed out of his throat, but Jeongguk was quicker than him.

“Fuck my mouth hyung. Please, fuck my mouth.”

Yoongi didn't ask questions. He scrambled to turn around, helped by Jeongguk's firm grip on the curve of his hips, and pushed his knees on each side of Jeongguk's head. Jeongguk's face was red and wet with spit, lips swollen and eyes dazed with pleasure. He looked gorgeous.

Yoongi threaded his fingers through Jeongguk's bangs. Jeongguk looked up at his boyfriend, eyes wet again with small tears, pleading.

“You want to be fucked, hm?” asked Yoongi with a smirk, fighting against his horniness in favour of teasing his boyfriend. “Want your mouth fucked by hyung's cock?”

“Please,” whispered Jeongguk, eyes new fixed on the small dripping cock in front of him. He let his mouth fall open, making Yoongi groan.

Yoongi's fingers tightened in Jeongguk's hair, pleasure coursing through Jeongguk. Then Yoongi brought his hips forward and guided his cock in Jeongguk's awaiting mouth.

“Ah, Ggukie, you feel so good,” whimpered Yoongi as he pushed his whole cock inside.

Jeongguk hummed in approval, feeling the soft weight of his boyfriend pushed between his lips in a delicious push.

It always drove him kind of crazy to feel Yoongi's small and chubby cock in his mouth. It was soft but so hard, stretching his mouth but never reaching deep enough to even start to make him choke. The perfect fucking size for Jeongguk, who had a strong gag reflex that made deep throating a nightmare. But no amount of force with which Yoongi fucked his mouth could even begin to tease the back of Jeongguk's mouth.

And Yoongi was always fucking his face hard. Trusting like a horny bunny, slamming his cock in and out and letting high pitched and wanton moans en rhythm. Seeing his boyfriend lose himself above him through his tears was physically pleasurable for Jeongguk at this point.

Yoongi was here, a complete whining mess, eyes screwed shut with tears at the corner, hand in Jeongguk's hair to keep him still while he pounded inside his mouth with abandon. His belly and soft tits were wiggling at each trust, and Jeongguk yearned to touch them. But his hands were on Yoongi's ass, squeezing the flesh and most likely marking it with his blunt nails. He knew he couldn't let it go, and honestly didn't want to.

Jeongguk slipped a few fingers against Yoongi's slicked hole, making his hips stutter and his moans pitch even higher. He slipped the tip of a finger inside after a few strokes on the rim and reached out with the other hand. He pressed his palm along Yoongi's hips, following and encouraging his fast trusts, before rising and rising toward his pecs. He squeezed one, forcing a low and needy whine out of his boyfriend, before gripping the other and playing with the stiff nipple.

It only took a few more trusts, Jeongguk playing with his hole and nipple at the same time, for Yoongi to come. He plunged himself inside Jeongguk's mouth, bending forward with the force of it, and whimpered as cum shot out of his twitching dick. Jeongguk's nose was pressed in his groin, and he inhaled the warm and potent smell of his boyfriend. Like everything about Yoongi, Jeongguk loved his scent. During the last few months, he had learned its association with home.

After he came, Yoongi always became soft. Or, softer than usual. Jeongguk took hold of his hips right when Yoongi slumped forward and sighed, sated and sluggish. Jeongguk pulled his hips back, Yoongi's softening cock slipping out of his mouth, and laid him down as best as he could. He tried to stand up and get something to clean the mess between Yoongi's cheeks and on their cocks, but Yoongi complained with a whine. He held onto Jeongguk's arm with surprising energy, until Jeongguk laid back down and snuggled with him.

They cuddle for a long time, Yoongi letting Jeongguk rub him all over lovingly. People like him needed to feel their partner after sex, and if Jeongguk couldn't rub his whole body against Yoongi's because of some too rough scales on his back and legs, he still needed to feel him. So Yoongi always let him press his hands everywhere – sometimes, it even led to another round, the touches turning them on too much.

Jeongguk wrapped his hands and his thighs, feeling the give of the fat under his long fingers. Then he patted Yoongi's stomach and cupped the round love handles on his hips. Everything about Yoongi was so soft and round, Jeongguk sometimes felt like he could eat him up. Maybe he had a small vore kink, after all.

After enjoying each other's touch for some time, Jeongguk still stood up and lifted Yoongi from the bed. He brought him to the bathroom and left him on the toilet while he turned on the shower and waited for it to heat up.

“You think I need to try the plug out before your mating season?” asked Yoongi from his seat.

“I don't think you'll be able to fit it in without my knot stretching you beforehand.”

Jeongguk held out his arms so Yoongi could help himself stand up. They opened the shower's door and squeezed themselves inside. It wasn't that small in the first place, but Jeongguk was a bit bigger than any average-sized human. But cuddling together under the water wasn't such a problem for them. Jeongguk loved contact, and Yoongi loved Jeongguk's touch.

“You could fist me,” proposed Yoongi while wetting his hair under the water stream.

Jeongguk spluttered, cheeks growing red at an alarming speed. He lightly shoved Yoongi on the shoulder, always mindful of the difference of strength between them. Yoongi's low laughter bounced around the damp walls of the shower. It made Jeongguk smile.

Once they were both dripping, Yoongi turned off the shower. He was lifting his hand to take his coconut-scented shower gel, but Jeongguk was quicker and stole it, opening the cap and pouring a small amount in the hollow of his palm.

“I can wash myself like a big boy, you know?” asked Yoongi without a hint of heat in his voice. He was simply teasing, and Jeongguk ignored him.

“I want to do it,” he simply said, before pressing his hands on his boyfriend's back.

Yoongi was well aware of Jeongguk's need for closeness after sex. That was why he didn't retort and let Jeongguk do as he pleased.

Jeongguk took his time. He smeared shower gel in every dip of Yoongi's body, caressing his skin almost reverently, massaging the areas he knew were often sore. He looked up at some point, at Yoongi's relaxed face and soft gaze, his pink lips opened on silent sighs.

He had to fall on his knees to wash Yoongi's legs, and he spent extra time on the two round globes of his ass. He squeezed them more than needed, but Yoongi didn't complain. Jeongguk rubbed lather on the cheeks, then parted them and watched his hole twitch.

“You're so pretty hyung.”

Yoongi chuckled but didn't stop Jeongguk from rubbing his hole and washing any spit left.

Then Jeongguk got an idea. Moving one hand as if he was still focusing on cleaning his legs, he kept a finger on the puckered hole and rubbed it in tight circles. At first, Yoongi said nothing, and Jeongguk could picture his closed eyes and slack features, enjoying his shower and his boyfriend cleaning him.

But after some time, Yoongi's legs trembled slightly, and when Jeongguk looked up for a reaction, Yoongi had turned his head in his direction, an eyebrow raised.

“Having fun?”

Jeongguk smiled innocently, finger still probing the soft hole.

“Your hole is so sweet, hyung,” said Jeongguk, lowering his eyes back down between his boyfriend's asscheeks. “I want to play with it all the time.”

“Fuck,” breathed out Yoongi with a small laugh, “You're one horny baby, hm? Always thinking about fucking his hyung.”

Jeongguk hummed in agreement, and stood up then, laughing a little at his horniness. Yoongi was right; he was always thinking about fucking him. But Yoongi was so soft and beautiful; it was impossible to resist him.

They washed each other, Yoongi spending extra time on Jeongguk's hair, rubbing and scraping until it was covered in lather.

Rinsing the shower gel ended up being a more difficult task than any of the previous, both splashing each other in the face with soapy water. But they finally came out of the shower ten minutes later, skin a little bit reddened with the hot water, and dripping everywhere in the small bathroom.

Yoongi reached out for towels and threw a large one to Jeongguk. He pouted a little bit when he understood he couldn't dry Yoongi up himself.

Yoongi was brushing his hair in front of the mirror when Jeongguk came and hugged him from behind. He was taller than Yoongi, his frame was larger, and his hyung always looked particularly tiny next to him. Personally, Jeongguk thought Yoongi looked like a soft marshmallow.

“I'm seeing Jimin and Tae Monday after school,” said Jeongguk absentmindedly, more focused on kissing Yoongi's bare shoulder.

Yoongi hummed and raised a hand to lightly brush Jeongguk's cheek. “I'll be out of work later than usual. I have a meeting with Namjoon.”

Jeongguk looked up and studied their reflection in the mirror. Their skins contrasted against each other, and their frames were utterly different. Yoongi was pale, and round curves adorned beautifully every dip of his body. While Jeongguk was darker, covered in scales on some regions of his body, and taller.

Yoongi was truly beautiful, plump and soft everywhere. Jeongguk couldn’t get enough of looking at him, of tasting him.

Jeongguk's lips went back on Yoongi’s skin, moving up his throat, teeth very gently nibbling on it. Then Jeongguk looked over Yoongi's shoulder and saw his hard cock slowly dripping precum on the side of the sink.

“Hyung,” said Jeongguk, voice so soft it barely sounded in the quiet room.

He snaked his hand around Yoongi's hips and closed his palm over the red cockhead. Yoongi let out a whine, more sensitive after his first orgasm half an hour ago. Jeongguk knew his boyfriend liked overstimulation, and that he could push four or five orgasms out of Yoongi in an evening. But Yoongi had always had a sensitive body, his small cock one of the most erogenous zones.

Jeongguk gently squeezed Yoongi's cock, making his hyung moan and writhe around in his hold. It was disappearing completely under Jeongguk's hand, short and chubby like everything he loved about Yoongi. It wasn't even a surprise Yoongi's dick was this small; it matched the rest of his body perfectly, and Jeongguk absolutely adored him.

Soon, Jeongguk was quickly fucking a tight ring of fingers around Yoongi's cock, making it impossibly wet and shiny. He couldn't stop himself from looking over Yoongi's shoulder at the way his big hand was working on his boyfriend's cock, the way the angry red cockhead was pocking in and out of his fingers, at the same rhythm of Yoongi's moans.

The sounds became hurried and high pitched, and a few seconds later Yoongi was coming, twitching in Jeongguk's arms. He whimpered and fucked a few times in Jeongguk's hands, before slumping back and sighing softly.

“Fuck,” he said breathlessly.

Jeongguk wiped his hand and Yoongi's groin, careful of the oversensitive cock. Then he lifted Yoongi in his arms and brought him back to their bed, laying him gently in the pile of blankets Jeongguk arranged in a nest around them during the night.

“I'll be right back, hyung,” he promised before leaving the room. He went to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water and made sure the front door was locked at the same time. When he had turned off every light in the apartment, he went back to his boyfriend.

Yoongi was still in the same position Jeongguk left him in, arms and legs stretched out in the bed, eyes closed.

“Hyung, drink some water,” asked Jeongguk. He sat down next to Yoongi, who let himself be manhandled in the seating position. Jeongguk gave him the glass.

Jeongguk plopped down next to his boyfriend, looking at him while he drank his glass in long gulps. Yoongi left it empty on the nightstand and cuddled into Jeongguk's chest, large hands softly caressing the scales on Jeongguk's shoulders. Some patches were rough and large scales, others only smooth and dainty ones. They varied between a blue dark like a night sky and a soft, deep purple.

They cuddled until they fell asleep, Jeongguk nuzzling in Yoongi's neck until his hyung's breath evened out. He studied his face in silence, his rounded nose and still slightly red lips. He was truly one of the most beautiful humans he ever saw. And this stunning person was his boyfriend.

Some nights, when they fell asleep cuddled together in Yoongi's fluffy bed, Jeongguk truly couldn't understand how something so fantastic happened to him. But he never questioned it too long, afraid to wake up from a dream.

Thankfully, the morning after, he always woke up with Yoongi tightly pressed to his chest.

―  -  ―

Mid-April was always kind of cold in Seoul. So when Taehyung arrived, he was still wrapped in this green super fluffy coat he wore the whole winter, a scarf brushing his chin. Jeongguk watched from the couch as Jimin went to open the door, letting Taehyung in.

Because Jimin heated way too much in his flat – he was excused, snakes hybrids were particularly sensitive to the cold – Taehyung quickly hastened to take off his coat, throwing it on the back of a chair unceremoniously. Then he came up to the couch, and let himself fall on it with a loud sigh.

“Finally,” he said dramatically, “some well deserved rest after a hard week of work.”

“Hyung, it's Monday,” deadpanned Jeongguk, even if he was more than used to Taehyung's drama queen antics.

“So what? Mondays can be exhausting days, you know?”

“You had three hours of classes today,” laughed Jimin from the kitchen. Jeongguk caught the distinct sound of glasses clinking together.

“Oh my god, is this an anti-Taehyung campaign?” complained the human, throwing a betrayed look at Jeongguk who was innocently twisting the hem of his sweater between two fingers.

“Don't be so dramatic and drink,” Jimin came back from the kitchen, and gave them each a tall glass of sparkling water.

“Peach?” asked Taehyung, sniffing his drink. Jimin nodded and sat down on the carpet with his glass.

Evenings with Taehyung and Jimin were always these kinds of lazy nights spent chatting and laughing at each other's latest misadventures (really, only Taehyung called the ordinary events of life 'misadventures'). They bitched about sadic teachers and complained about their roommates (not Jimin, this lucky bastard, had an apartment with his boyfriend out of campus).

Jeongguk loved those nights.

Taehyung and Jimin were the only friends he had in school. And the only ones he made by himself because his other acquaintances were all Jimin's friends at first.

So, spending a full evening idly chatting with them, sharing snacks and letting Taehyung pet his head was one of the best things in his life. Only moments when he was with Yoongi topped that.

At some point, Jeongguk lost himself in the contemplation of the turned-off TV. When he focused back on his friends, Jimin was extensively describing his latest date night with Hoseok, and more importantly, how it ended.

“I swear to God,” Jimin was saying, “his tail is so sensitive he can come just by stimulation at the base.”

Taehyung was very concentrated, slightly leaning toward Jimin. Jeongguk found that, for an asexual, Taehyung was very intrigued by his friends' sexy times. But he also could remember a conversation he had had with Taehyung not long after they met, where the human told him he wasn't comfortable with sex with him, but could totally find an interest in sex between other people.

“It's so strange, because the percentage of animal genes in his DNA isn't that high, but he's so sensible,” Jimin continued, delighted to share what happened in his and his boyfriend's bed. “So, I was eating him out, and stroking his tail up and down because he says he loves it, and then I grazed a finger right under it, and he wailed . I thought I'd hurt him at first. But in the end, he came faster than ever before.”

“That's so interesting,” whispered Taehyung, and Jeongguk made a face.

Maybe Jeongguk was particularly pudic, but Jimin was also very much an exhibitionist. Which was fine most of the time – he simply told stories of him and Hoseok with great details, but Jeongguk was used to it at this point. The only problem he found in Jimin's tendencies to share every little aspect of his sex life was when he did it in public. One time, Jimin very loudly told him about bending Hoseok across his kitchen counter and fucking him from behind. Jeongguk had been mortified the whole day after.

“And after that, we ate pop-corn watching Titanic,” finished Jimin with a fond smile.

That was so anti-climatic Jeongguk snorted.

“That's right, what's better than watching the most depressing movie ever after stellar sex?” he teased.

“As if you didn't do the same thing with Yoon-hyung,” mumbled Jimin, fakely offended, a small hand clutching his right pec.

“No, Jeonggukie liked to cuddle and nest after sex,” exclaimed Taehyung at the same time Jeongguk remarked, “The heart is on the other side, hyung.”

The bickered some more about heir post-sex habits under Taehyung's hilarious laughter.

After another hour, the front door opened, and Jimin suddenly stood up. He came back a moment later with Hoseok, who was trying to take off his coat with Jimin clinging to his side.

“Hi guys,” he greeted them, before disappearing in Jimin's bedroom to change from his work clothes. Jimin followed him like a big scaled dog, and Jeongguk and Taehyung giggled when they heard Hoseok whining to ‘ please, Jiminie, let me take off these fucking clothes before kissing me’.

When he reappeared, Hoseok's lips were a little red and swollen. Jimin had won.

Hoseok settled on an armchair opposite from the couch, Jimin sliding at his feet and snaking his arms around his waist. Hoseok had always been a little wary around Jeongguk, because of his hybrid species, which was pretty surprising, as the chipmunk hybrid was dating a goddamn farancia hybrid, far more dangerous than Jeongguk's crocodilurus hybrid side. But since Jeongguk started dating Yoongi, Hoseok had opened up a lot more, even going out shopping with Jeongguk sometimes.

The reason Jeongguk was a little uneasy around Hoseok sometimes was because of Jimin's big mouth. He just couldn't forget what his friend told him about his boyfriend, how quick he came or how loud he was when he got his tail pulled.

“So Jeongguk,” said Hoseok twenty minutes later, trying to escape Jimin feeding him small nuts long enough to speak (Jeongguk thought he was clingy, but Jimin was on another level entirely; sometimes to the point of questioning if he hadn't some koala genes mixed with the snake’s ones). “Yoongi's kind of restless at work these days. He told me about your plans for your mating season.”

Jeongguk's face grew hot impossibly fast as Taehyung and Jimin sharply turned toward him.

“Mating season plans?” asked Jimin, an eyebrow quirked up.

Hoseok looked between all three of them,“ Shouldn't have talked about it?”

“No, it's okay,” reassured Jeongguk, shaking his head, “I would have brought it up at some point anyway.”

“You're gonna mate with Yoongi-hyung?!” squeaked Taehyung, cheeks squished between his hands.

“We can't mate with humans,” Jeongguk said, before feeling his ears heat up even more, “I'm just gonna- breed him,” he said in a tiny voice, hoping none of his friends would hear him.

“You're gonna breed Yoongi-hyung?!” Taehyung nearly screamed and jumped closer to Jeongguk on the couch.

“He accepted to take his eggs?” asked Jimin, eyes shining with happiness. He was pretty much the only person on the planet knowing about Jeongguk's difficulties to find a partner accepting of his hybrid condition, even more so someone not repulsed by Jeongguk's eggs.

Jeongguk nodded shyly, a small smile starting to tug at the corner of his mouth.

“Oh my god, this is so cute,” squeaked Taehyung. He flapped his hands around in excitement, before slumping on Jeongguk to hug him.

“We went to buy an incubation plug Saturday,” Jeongguk confessed, making his friends coo and laugh even louder.

Taehyung was so happy and excited he was jumping around on the couch. For some reason, seeing another human so okay with Jeongguk's laying eggs made him smile harder, feeling pleased and like he finally had found his place on this foreign planet.

When they were all finally calmer, Jeongguk turned toward Hoseok, a small worry growing inside him, “Hyung's not well?”

“Oh no, not at all,” assured Hoseok, “he's just nervous. You know hyung, he would tell you if anything was bothering him. Honestly, I think he's just excited about it and has a hard time focusing at work.”

“When will your mating season start?” asked Jimin. He was caressing Hoseok's thigh and holding his waist with the other hand, practically squished into his side.

“In a few weeks at most. I don't have a medication-triggered season, so it's not very regular.”

“They make drugs to trigger mating season?” asked Taehyung.

“Yeah, for newly mixed hybrid breeds,” said Hoseok. “only twenty-five percent of my genome is hybrid, so I'm still under medication for mating-related issues. It would be too unstable to start with high-percentage mixes, but at the beginning, the animal genes are too weak to trigger any mating season or heats naturally.”

“Most of the time, hybrids with above fifty-five percent of animal genes have natural seasons,” added Jimin.

“And here I was, thinking human cycles were complicated,” mumbled Taehyung, provoking everyone's laughter.

Hybrids were complicated, and it was one of the main reasons Jeongguk had never found anyone. Not a lot of humans were ready to deal with this much.

But Yoongi was, and Jeongguk loved him so much he sometimes felt like he could drown in it.

―  -  ―

It was three weeks later, and Jeongguk was late for his Earth biology lecture. Because he was an idiot, had left his manual in his dorm room, had to run back there to grab it, stumbled on his roommate naked in bed with his girlfriend, and remembered on his way back to the science building Jimin shared this class with him and always had his manuals with him.

“Fuck,” Jeongguk muttered, climbing three by three the steps to the third floor of the building and trying desperately to erase the image of his roommate's sweaty ass from his brain. That guy was such an asshole Jeongguk dreamed every single day to leave his dorm room and not see his ugly face ever again. It turned out he still had one year of college to do, and the dorms were so packed it was impossible to change rooms.

When he pushed the door of the lecture hall open, the teacher was barely setting up her stuff on her desk, so Jeongguk quickly walked over to Jimin, trying to stay as silent as discreet as he could. As discreet as a six and a half feet tall hybrid with purple scales could be.

Jimin was as always on the left of the hall, where Jeongguk wouldn't disturb anyone with his height, and more importantly, where they could sleep if the lecture became boring. Jeongguk placed his bag on the table and sat down next to Jimin.

“Ew,” Jimin winced when Jeongguk got close, “you smell funny.”

He sniffed him a few times, which made Jeogguk's ears red. When he looked at him, there was surprise floating in Jimin's eyes.

“Your season is starting soon, Ggukie.”

Jeongguk stopped any movement, hands stuffed into his bag to grab his notebook and manual. He knew it was coming, and even waited for it to start, but it always took him off guard anyway. Since he was on Earth, it wasn't the most pleasant period of his year, so he was a bit apprehensive about how it would go this time around. Even more now, with Yoongi dating him and ready to help with the breeding part of Jeongguk's season.

But Jimin was undoubtedly right because his body did feel strange for a few days already, a little overheated and a lot more horny than usual. Yoongi had even told him, this morning in the shower, that his balls looked fuller than usual. It had ended up with Yoongi on his knees in front of Jeongguk, fucking himself on his cock until he came down his throat. But maybe Jeongguk should have put a little more attention on this remark instead of labelling it as Yoongi being horny and wanting to feel small next to his big alien hybrid boyfriend.

“Oh,” Jeongguk breathed out, before promptly smelling himself.

“You won't smell it on yourself, silly,” giggled Jimin, “but, you should check tonight if the eggs have started to grow. If they have, just know you have a few more days before you're ready to lay them.”

“Yeah, okay hyung.”

Jimin smiled at him, amused by Jeongguk's eagerness to use human honorifics even with a fellow alien.

Jeongguk knew how his season went. At first, he became more touchy and affectionate, but that was barely noticeable because he and Yoongi were particularly handy people, and needed to be close when they were together. More than once did they spend an entire day glued to each other's side after their work kept them busy for too long.

Then he started to produce more cum and his eggs, his body getting ready for breeding. It also was the time he became hornier, but again he was dating someone with a high libido, so the difference was not so evident.

Jimin was right; he should check his eggs when he went home tonight, to know if he needed to start counting the days before they were ready to be laid. Usually, it took five days for the eggs to fully grow before Jeongguk could breed an incubator.

The lecture started then, and Jeongguk forgot about his season approaching for some time. Until Jimin nudged him in the arm and whispered, “Are you ready for your season.”

Jeongguk contemplated not replying, but the teacher was now explaining something Jeongguk already studied in his manual, so he knew he had ten little minutes to indulge in Jimin's curiosity.

“I am. I received the kit a month ago, and Yoongi bought a plug.”

Jimin scribbled something on his notebook, in his neat and small writing. Then, he said just as low, “When was the last time you were with someone?”

Jeongguk huffed, knowing precisely what Jimin was doing. “I still know how to breed someone, hyung.”

“How long, Jeongguk,” insisted Jimin, quickly looked at him before focusing back on his manual.

“My second season,” Jeongguk mumbled in the end, knowing very well his friend only wanted to help him and make sure everything would go well. He loved Jeongguk and wanted him to have a successful mating season with his human boyfriend.

“Second season?” whisper-yelled Jimin, a little too loudly for his taste. Jeongguk shushed him with an elbow in his ribcage, but Jimin ignored both him and the pain. “That was like... ten seasons ago!”

“I know, okay?” replied Jeongguk in the same tone, making a girl two seats in front of them turn around and throw them a nasty look. “It's not important, I'm ready and prepared. Yoongi is ready and prepared. We talked about it more times than I can count, and we both know what will happen.”

“That good,” smiled Jimin. He briefly squeezed Jeongguk's thigh. “But you know that it's different. Yoongi's a human; he’s not made for breeding and carrying eggs.”

“We know. Fuck, we even had a meeting with my doctor about this. I promise hyung; everything will go well.”

Jimin hummed, and they both focused back on the teacher's words as she explained something about a famous scientist.

“You know I'm not a mindless brute looking for a hole to lay my eggs in,” whispered Jeongguk after some time. “I know how to take care of him.”

“And he knows how to take care of you, hm,” smiled Jimin, brushing Jeongguk's hair out of his face and softly patting his head. “You'll do great Ggukie. I just don't want it to go badly. I don't want you to lose Yoongi.”

“Trust me; he’s not scared at all by my double dicks. He's way too enthusiastic about taking my eggs.”

Jimin laughed softly, “Yeah, I know.”

“You do?”

“He called me the other day. Spent an hour gushing about being filled with eggs.”

“Oh my god,” Jeongguk whined and hid his face between his hands, mortified by his boyfriend's exhibitionism. No wonder Jimin and Yoongi were such good friends. Jeongguk was pretty sure they could spend hours sharing stories about their boyfriends' dicks.

“I trust you, Ggukkie. I know you'll be good for him.”

This was the end of the conversation, as the teacher changed the subject and started to explain a brand new topic.

―  -  ―

Jeongguk's big black eyes stared back at himself through the mirror.

He was in his dorm room. He had used the time without his roommate he was blessed with to do his homework and inspect his body in search of signs telling him his mating season was here.

At first, everything looked normal. Slightly purple skin, patches of rough dark scales on his back and thighs, softer ones scattered on his lower belly, around his arms and down his neck. His hair looked a little longer than the last time he had the time to look at himself in the mirror, but it always grew so quickly that wasn't such a change.

In fact, the changes were so subtle anyone could miss them. You had to know his body very well to notice them. But now that Jeongguk saw them, he could only wonder how he hadn't noticed in the shower this morning. Most likely because he had been with Yoongi at the time, always more focused on his boyfriend whenever he was there.

His balls were bigger. And more sensible to the touch, a little bit swollen and heavy. There was also a weight at the bottom of his stomach, and in the next few days, a small bump would grow under the skin. He started to produce eggs, and they were slowly growing.

His phone biped from his bed. Jeongguk glanced one last time at his belly, before turning around and opening the new notification. It was a text from Yoongi.

Hyungie

Will be out of work in one hour.

Sleeping at mine tonight?

8:47 PM

Jeongguk knew he should stay here to sleep. The dorms were on campus; a ten minutes walk to the sciences building where he had an early morning class tomorrow. So, even if Yoongi's flat wasn't far from here, it was still a better idea to stay in tonight and see his boyfriend the next day.

But Jeongguk had never been a very reasonable person when it was about Yoongi. And he wanted to tell him in person he had started to produce eggs and would be able to breed at the end of the week.

So, with a stupid smile stretching his lips, Jeongguk replied an enthusiastic yes to his boyfriend. A smiley emoji from Yoongi quickly followed his message.

He had the keys of Yoongi's apartment, and his authorization to go there whenever he wanted, so Jeongguk quickly changed into comfortable clothes and prepared his bag (with all of his manuals).

Twenty minutes later, he was slipping his spare key in the lock of Yoongi's apartment and inviting himself inside. The subtle scent of his boyfriend was the first thing he noticed, coming from literally every little thing in the flat. It wasn't so big, but very cosy and warm, one of Jeongguk's favourite places on Earth.

Jeongguk placed his bag on the couch and went to the kitchen. He looked through the cabinets and fridge, picking items he could make into a dinner for them. He had learned how to cook with his parents – the basics. But since he met Yoongi, his hyung taught him a lot of things about human cooking. It wasn't so different from what you could find on Jeongguk's home planet, but many ingredients couldn't be found anywhere but on Earth. His favourite Earth food was banana milk and spicy fried rice.

Jeongguk dutifully worked in the kitchen, cooking noodles and vegetables, until he heard the front door open and close. He could hear Yoongi shuffling around in the living room, setting his work bag on his desk. Then he appeared from behind the wall and smiled brightly at Jeongguk.

“Hi hyung,” Jeongguk greeted him, hand still wrapped around the wooden spatula he used to steer around his vegetable in the sauce.

“Hi, baby.”

Yoongi pressed himself against Jeongguk's back and sighed heavily. Jeongguk felt him nuzzle his nose between his shoulder blades.

“Tired?” he asked, earning a lazy hum in response.

Yoongi wrapped his arms tightly around Jeongguk's waist and whispered, “Tired, but better now that you're here.”

Jeongguk chuckled, cheeks tinted pink, and resumed cooking until the timer rang for the noodles. “It's ready.”

Yoongi helped him finish preparing their dinner, draining the noodles and sharing them between two bowls. Jeongguk poured the sauce on top, and Yoongi made an appreciative sound when nice-smelling steam reached his face.

They settled on the couch to eat, one piled on the other comfortably. But before Yoongi could take his bowl from the coffee table and dig in, Jeongguk grabbed his hand.

“Hyung, I have something to tell you.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow in his direction, “yeah?”

Jeongguk brought Yoongi's hand to his stomach, “I started producing eggs.”

Suddenly, Yoongi's face lit up, a small tentative smile making its way on his lips, “Really?”

Jeongguk nodded bashfully. It felt a little bit like he was announcing a pregnancy even when Yoongi would be the one ending up round and full.

“How-,” Yoongi paused, and smiled even harder, “How much time until they're ready?”

“Five days tops.”

There were a few seconds of silence, like time stopped at the same time Jeongguk's heart did. Then Yoongi squealed and threw himself on Jeongguk, his foot barely avoiding knocking down their bowl of noodles.

“Oh my god, finally!” Yoongi laughed and hugged Jeongguk tightly, long fingers carding through his hair. He pulled back after a few seconds only, and he was beaming, showing all his teeth. “This is so great, I couldn't wait anymore for you to stuff me full of your eggies.”

Jeongguk choked on saliva, making Yoongi laugh even harder. He rubbed the top of Jeongguk's head affectionately, his smile never flattering even a little bit.

Jeongguk expected his boyfriend to be happy but apprehensive. Not... this. But, truthfully, Yoongi's reaction was the best Jeongguk could hope for. It showed his total acceptance of Jeongguk, and this filled him with joy and love. His hyung really was the best boyfriend in the world.

They ate, after Yoongi cuddling Jeongguk for a few minutes, whispering in his ear how happy he was to be his boyfriend. It made a soft tingly feeling rise in Jeongguk's whole body, and he couldn't stop smiling after that, even while he ate his noodles.

Both too tired to stay up much longer, they went to bed directly after washing the dishes and taking a shower. Yoongi let Jeongguk wrap him in his arms and arrange the blankets around them until they're cosy and warm.

Jeongguk remembered the first few times he slept in Yoongi's bed when they started dating. At that time, he couldn't find the courage to nest like he craved to do, to tightly wrap himself around Yoongi and pulled blankets on top of them. It took a few weeks for Jeongguk to confess this particular need to his boyfriend. Yoongi had only looked up at him, nodded, and turned around, motioning for Jeongguk to 'do his thing' and wrap them up in a cocoon of softness and warmth.

Looking back, Jeongguk cringed at a lot of things he did – or, did not do. Yoongi certainly found him awkward at the beginning of their relationship; a tall guy not knowing where to put himself and not understanding that he could squeeze his boyfriend a little tighter, that humans don't break at the smallest of pressures.

Now, he was much more comfortable with Yoongi and could tell him everything that went through his mind without feeling like the biggest idiot on Earth. Because, whatever happened, he would always be Yoongi's idiot.

“Maybe you should come to live with me,” suddenly said Yoongi from his spot against Jeongguk's chest.

“During my mating season? Yeah, that would be a good idea, I'll need to feel close to you.”

Yoongi pushed himself up on an elbow, making Jeongguk whine in disappointment. He looked him straight in the eyes with this calm and loving expression he always had when he looked at Jeongguk.

“No, like- All the time. During your mating season, and after.” Jeongguk's mouth popped open. “You hate your dorm room, and you hate your roommate – that's understandable, he's a total twat. And I love you, and would love to live with you.”

A lot of things rushed through Jeongguk's mind at that moment. But something pushed all the blurry images off, a warm feeling spreading in his chest.

“I-,” he tried, and gulped once, “Yeah, I would love that hyung.”

“Cool. I can come to your dorm tomorrow night with my car so that we can move your stuff?”

“Yeah- Yeah, that would be great.” Jeongguk felt a little bit dumb on happiness. His brain just wouldn’t function, turned into mush by the prospect of living with Yoongi.

“Then,” Yoongi thought out loud, “then we deal with the administrative side of things during the week, like your dorm room and all of that-”

Yoongi was rambling at this point, so Jeongguk cradled his face in his hands and kissed him. Yoongi giggled in his mouth before kissing him back, letting their tongue meet in the middle, soft and warm.

“I’m so happy, hyung,” Jeongguk breathed out between two kisses.

They kissed, they kissed, and after twenty more minutes exchanging hot breathes, they went to sleep. Jeongguk held Yoongi extra tight that night.

―  -  ―

The next five days went by in a quick blur of administrative work and lectures. 

Turns out, moving out of his dorm room was easier than anticipated. Jeongguk only had to sign a few documents, give back his keys, and voilà, he was free of his terrible roommate and wouldn’t see the too-small bedroom ever again in his life.

Moving in with Yoongi was just as smooth. He already lived there a little bit, some of his clothes and stuff staying in Yoongi’s apartment. He had his own toothbrush, his own shampoos, and his own slippers. Bringing the rest of his stuff was only the last step in something happening for a long time already.

As the days passed by, Jeongguk became impossibly touchier, always feeling the urge to hold Yoongi against him. He knew it was only his instincts and his body searching for a good incubator, and that it could quickly become tiring for his boyfriend, so he tried to hold himself from always touching him.

Yoongi promised the moment Jeongguk laid eggs he would have the right to hold him as much as he wanted.

And after waiting for the week to end, this time had finally come.

Saturday morning, Jeongguk woke up before Yoongi. He was pressed against his hyung’s back, arms wrapped around his waist to keep him warm. Yoongi was a heavy sleeper, but also a morning person, so Jeongguk was pretty surprised when he opened his eyes, and his boyfriend wasn't already looking at him with sleepy eyes.

But he used this extra time to brush his fingers through Yoongi's hair and enjoy the weight of his body against his.

It was a soft morning, with the shy spring sun peeking under the curtains and bathing the bedroom in dull light. Jeongguk loved it.

But he could also feel something deep inside him pushing, like his organs had swelled up during the night. His stomach was tight in the strangest of way. Jeongguk knew this feeling like you knew the sensation of waking up on your birthday. A distant memory every year, but something you recognised as soon as it happened.

His eggs were ready to be laid.

Jeongguk ignored the weird sensation, and simply waited for Yoongi to wake up. But after fifteen minutes, when his hyung still hadn't moved yet, he entangled himself from their bed and went to the kitchen to brew coffee. He figured Yoongi would like to have his morning cup as soon as he's out of bed.

The machine Yoongi had on his kitchen counter was some expensive high tech thing. Many buttons, way too many programs, but it did the job well. Five minutes after putting the beans inside, he had a steamy cup in hand. He took it directly around its body. His skin was much more heat-protected from human skin, thanks to his crocodilurus genes. It meant he could hold fresh cup offs coffee without burning himself, but also that sometimes he wasn't careful enough and ended up truly burning himself.

When he opened the door of the bedroom again, Yoongi's eyes were open. He lifted his head when he heard Jeongguk and smiled at him. His lips stretched a tad bit larger when he saw the cup Jeongguk was bringing.

“Fuck, you're the best boyfriend in the world,” he groaned with his extra rough morning voice, running his eyes before sitting up. “Come here baby, I want to cuddle.”

He didn't have to ask Jeongguk a second time. The hybrid gave him his coffee and slid behind him, wrapping him in an embrace as soon as he was on the bed.

Yoongi hummed, “How do you feel today?”

“Good,” Jeongguk mumbled against the skin of Yoongi's neck, “ready.”

Yoongi sipped on his coffee and swore immediately.

“Careful hyung, I just made it,” Jeongguk laughed as his boyfriend grumbled. Yoongi was this grumpy little thing in the morning; it was the cutest thing.

“Ready?” repeated Yoongi. He looked back at Jeongguk, carefully nursing his cup of coffee between his hands.

“Yeah. I- My eggs have matured.”

“Great,” a soft smile blossomed on Yoongi's lips. He lifted a hand and let Jeongguk nuzzle against it. “Tonight, then? I just need to go get the last of my stuff, and then we're good to stay in here for a few days.”

Jeongguk kissed his palm, “Okay. I'll do the groceries after school. My last lecture is at three.”

“Don't worry baby, I already went to the supermarket and bought enough for at least a week.”

“I know.” Jeongguk watched Yoongi slowly drink his coffee, grazing the soft skin of his neck with the tip of his fingers, “But I want to feed you well while I-”

Jeongguk stopped, ears growing pink.

“Breed me?” Yoongi supplied bluntly.

Jeongguk snorted. Because despite the shyness he felt every time they talked about this particular topic, he still found Yoongi's eagerness funny. He knew his hyung was far from the vanilla type of guy – he fucking asked Jeongguk to spank him the second time they had sex – but every time he spoke about his wants in great details, Jeongguk remembered how filthy his boyfriend truly was.

He decided to play along. Because if Yoongi loved to play with Jeongguk and make him cry, he loved it too when Jeongguk whispered nasty things to him.

“Yeah, when I breed you full of eggs and plug you up,” he said, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on his boyfriend's shoulder. Yoongi shuddered against him, a soft sigh leaving his mouth.

“God, Ggukie,” he mumbled around the rim of his cup, “I can't wait to be tonight. I'll be so full.”

“You're such a slut hyung,” Jeongguk laughed, before processing what he just said.

But before he could even open his mouth to apologise, Yoongi turned around, put down his mostly-empty cup of coffee on a nightstand, and pushed on Jeongguk's shoulder to force him down on the bed.

“Yeah, the biggest egg slut, just for you,” Yoongi breathed out against his lips, before kissing him wet and fast.

―  -  ―

Jeongguk had counted the hours the whole day. He felt jittery, like an electric current had replaced the blood in his veins.

They spent the day in the apartment, Yoongi leaving for an hour after lunch to get his recording stuff from his studio. During that hour, Jeongguk felt so restless he couldn't stand still in front of his homework. So, he stood up and went to the grocery store.

Unfortunately, there were a lot of people there on Saturdays, and it made Jeongguk even more uneasy. The only thing he wanted was to go back home, cuddle his boyfriend and drown in his recomforting scent. Here, there were screaming children and people looking him up and down. He saw only one other hybrid since he entered the store, and she was only a mild cat hybrid. Not as spectacular as a tall purple crocodilurus hybrid, that was for sure.

When he had opened the door of their (now) shared apartment, Yoongi had been standing in the living room, setting down his recording stuff on the coffee table. When he had seen Jeongguk coming back, and the distressed look on his face, he had cuddled him until he was calm again, settled by the closeness with his boyfriend.

Jeongguk had grown more and more touchy in the past five days, his skin missing Yoongi's touch the longer they were away from each other. He had entirely forgotten how mating season was when you had a partner. He had become so needy in just a week; it was almost embarrassing. Yoongi simply laughed it off, cooing every time Jeongguk came to him for pats on the head and a few kisses.

But now, they were lying down on the couch, pressed together, Yoongi mostly on top of Jeongguk. They had eaten and washed the dishes already. Jeongguk's mind was running wild now; he knew what was coming. And it still felt a little unreal.

Yoongi had been peppering kisses in Jeongguk's neck for ten minutes now, lapping his tongue over the smooth scales growing there. He was letting out sweet little sighs that drove Jeongguk a bit crazy, going straight to his groin.

“I washed before dinner,” suddenly said Yoongi against his skin, pressing another kiss on it, “and stretched my hole too.”

A fire lit up in Jeongguk's belly.

“Yeah?” Jeongguk thought about something dirty to say because his boyfriend was obviously in one of his moods, where he wanted to feel like a dirty slut eager to take cock. Jeongguk could play along; always would, with Yoongi. “Did you put your fingers inside you and dreamed about getting stuff with cum?”

Yoongi whined softly, eyes closing for a short moment. He readjusted his legs around Jeongguk, shifting his groin against him. He was already half-hard.

“Eggs, Ggukie. Thought about your eggies in my hole.”

This time, it was Jeongguk's turn to groan. He almost had forgotten he would breed Yoongi tonight, but now the image couldn't leave his mind.

Yoongi took Jeongguk's hand in his, and brought it behind his back, under his large sweater (it was Jeongguk's) and past his tight underwear. Jeongguk slid his fingers between his hyung's asscheeks, and when he found his hole, Yoongi let out a small whimper, already worked up and eager to be fucked.

Jeongguk touched around the rim, petting his perineum from time to time. It was already open and soft; he could picture the reddened rim opening and closing around nothing, eager and prepped. Yoongi had obviously tried to wipe himself, but when Jeongguk pushed the tip of a finger inside, it was still wet with lube.

“Fuck, hyung,” said Jeongguk, a little breathless with the feeling of Yoongi's opened hole around his finger, “You're so dirty, fingering yourself while I make dinner.”

“I can't wait anymore, Gguk,” replied Yoongi, sounding a little bit out of breath himself. They were clearly both anticipating this moment.

Jeongguk twisted his finger around Yoongi's rim, testing the stretch. His hole was all loose and wet, clenching around his finger now and then.

“How many fingers?”

“Three,” whined Yoongi, his head resting on Jeongguk's shoulder.

He had larger fingers than Jeongguk, and he only needed three for stretching himself for Jeongguk's cock.

“So,” Jeongguk said, cheeks heating up at the slightly broken tone of his voice, “I can just slide inside and fuck you, hm?”

He wasn't too good at dirty talking, shy and preferring being told what to do. But Yoongi was easy to rile up, and so horny he could get off at anything.

Yoongi surged up and kissed Jeongguk harshly, pressing his tongue inside his mouth. Jeongguk whimpered softly but kissed him back eagerly.

Yoongi's tongue was like the rest of his body; soft and plump. It slid over his teeth, lapped the roof of his mouth, and pushed moans out of Jeongguk's throat. He could barely focus on anything other than Yoongi's mouth on his, hot and demanding. Every time his boyfriend sucked on his lip, sparks of pleasure shot down Jeongguk's body.

His fingers were still against Yoongi's hole, but unmoving for too long, because Yoongi suddenly wiggled his hips. Jeongguk pushed two fingers deeper, making Yoongi gasp directly in his mouth and thrust his hips back on his fingers.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby,” Yoongi moaned in his mouth, breath erratic already.

Jeongguk raised his other hand and tugged at the end of Yoongi's sweater, “Off hyung, off please.”

This time, Yoongi didn't tease. He pushed himself back from Jeongguk's mouth and gave him a sly smile, but quickly pulled off his clothes still. His sweater fell on the ground at the same moment Jeongguk's fingers slipped out of his hole. Yoongi whined at the loss.

Jeongguk slid his hand out and tugged at Yoongi's cute yellow underwear. It was wet on the front, the small cockhead pushing against the material cutely. Jeongguk loved how Yoongi's cock barely tented his underwear.

Then Yoongi took off his last piece of clothing, and Jeongguk was met with the image of his cock bobbing out, not even reaching his stomach. He reached for it at the same time he slipped his fingers back in Yoongi's hole, stroking him from both sides.

Yoongi was rendered a whiny mess in a few strokes only, falling forward on Jeongguk and finding purchase on his chest. Jeongguk was working him toward orgasm quickly, only wanting to see his hyung come right now. He couldn't think of anything else, not with his warm weight against his chest and his high pitched moans echoing right in the ears.

A short moment later, thighs trembling more and more, Yoongi tried to straighten up and whined, “Wait Ggukie, wait, I'm gonna- I don't want to come just-”

“Your hole will be loose if you come hyung,” Jeongguk said breathlessly, losing himself in pleasuring his boyfriend.

Yoongi came. His small cock twitched against Jeongguk and spilled cum everywhere on his stomach, whining and moaning needily. Jeongguk kept fucking him through it until Yoongi was trembling in his arms and his hole spasmed around his fingers in overstimulation.

Only then did he slowly stop, pulling away from his dripping cock but keeping his fingers snuggly in his ass. Yoongi liked to be full a little longer after orgasm.

And, just like Jeongguk thought it would, his hole was now looser, not clenching as tightly as before. He needed to have his hyung nice and gaping before he could breed him.

Jeongguk held Yoongi until his orgasm faded away, nuzzling his hair and breathing in his musky scent. He smelled content and sated, just like Jeongguk loved it.

“Fuck,” Yoongi breathed out after a full minute of silence. He pulled back from Jeongguk's chest and looked at his face, a smile growing on his, “That was so good baby. Thank you.”

Jeongguk pushed himself up and kissed him, slow and lazy. Yoongi's happy smile makes bubbles of happiness erupt in Jeongguk's stomach.

“We should go to the bedroom,” said Yoongi between two kisses, “I don't want you to breed me on the couch.”

Without missing a beat, Jeongguk snaked a hand under Yoongi's ass and stood up from the couch. A whine rose from Yoongi's throat when Jeongguk's fingers pushed a little bit deeper in his ass, but still let him walk them to the bedroom without a complaint.

Jeongguk set him down on the bed and grabbed a fluffy blanket to drape it over Yoongi's naked body, just to keep him warm. Yoongi said nothing about not being cold, as Jeongguk expected – he simply smiled at him and thanked him. Surely because he knew Jeongguk's instinct was a little bit overpowering at the moment, urging him to take care of his mate and provide for all of his needs.

Then Jeongguk went to the wardrobe in the corner of the room to gram Yoongi's plug they'd need once they're done, and some cream he bought in case Yoongi's belly stretched too much and hurt him. He didn't know yet how many eggs he would give him on the first try, but better be ready than sorry.

When he walked back to the bed, Yoongi had turned around on his stomach under the blanket and was studying him carefully and quietly, eyes nice and warm. Jeongguk set down the plug's bow and the creme tub on his nightstand. He crouched down in front of it and searched through the drawer, looking for the extra bottle of lube he knew Yoongi bought yesterday – scentless, Jeongguk hated when sweetness covered his hyung's scent. Once he found it, he placed it on the nightstand too and turned toward his boyfriend.

Yoongi had shrugged off the blanket and was propped up on his knees, back to Jeongguk. His cock was still soft between his legs, cutely dangling, even smaller than when he was hard. He was presenting his hole, still a little bit wet around the rim.

Jeongguk groaned wantonly, cocks pulsing in his sweatpants. Yoongi looked filthy like that, and yet, Jeongguk still found him cute and amazing, his sweet slutty boyfriend so, so eager to take his eggs.

“Hyung,” he said in a whisper, throat tight with arousal.

Yoongi looked at him over his shoulder and shook his ass in the air, his thighs wiggling beautifully. Jeongguk felt the sudden urge to bite on them. And on his asscheeks, and his belly, and his soft round pecs. Everywhere.

“Take your clothes off and come fuck me,” Yoongi ordered, soft but commanding, just like Jeongguk loved to be ordered around during sex. He just wanted to please his hyung, in every way he wanted.

He pulled his shirt over his head and tugged his pants down his legs. He was again not wearing any underwear – because he hated them, even more now that his balls were bigger than usual, compressed too tightly in even the loosest of underwear.

He saw Yoongi lick his lips, gaze fixed on Jeongguk's hard cocks. His hole clenched around nothing, and his cock twitched. Jeongguk's mouth filled with saliva at the sight of his boyfriend so quickly getting hard after coming.

He got on the bed on his knees behind his boyfriend, and gently placed his hands on his hips. They both sighed at the contact. Tension was rising in the bedroom, thick and filled with expectation.

Jeongguk looked at his boyfriend, his mussed hair and broad shoulders, his arched back and the way he presented his ass, legs spread a little bit to accommodate Jeongguk's knees between them. His small cock that was hardening, already dripping a few drops of precum on the blanket underneath him. His loose hole, still slightly wet and open from Jeongguk's finger. He could even imagine the face he was making, a lovely smile stretching his perfect lips and his eager eyes.

Jeongguk's throat closed up, heart swelling so much behind his ribcage was feared for a second it would break it and escape. There was want boiling in his belly, where he knew eggs waited to be laid in a warm incubator.

He just couldn't believe Yoongi was his incubator for this season (and, hopefully, the next ones too). He couldn't believe he had such an amazing boyfriend, someone so accepting and ready to help him.

He slid a hand on Yoongi's ass, watching the fat give under the pressure of his fingers. Yoongi's hole twitched again.

“I love you, hyung,” he said, a little breathless.

Yoongi giggled at his boyfriend's softness in such a horny moment, but still replied, truthfully, “I love you too, Ggukie.”

Jeongguk pressed his thumb on the red rim, and Yoongi's ass swallowed it easily. Yoongi moaned softly and pushed his face in the covers.

“I want to breed you,” bluntly said Jeongguk, not as shy now, not with Yoongi presenting himself like that for him to fuck.

“Yeah?” Yoongi said, lifting his head again and looking over his shoulder. He was encouraging him.

“I want to-,” Jeongguk tried, and then hesitated about how much filth he could share with Yoongi. Then he figured he would never be as depraved as his boyfriend was, and finished, “I want to fill you with my cocks and- and knot you and-”

He bit his bottom lip, cocks twitching at the simple thought of breeding him. Yoongi was waiting for him, breath raged and dick hard between his legs.

“-and keep you full of eggs for days, belly taught around them.”

Yoongi moaned, and slumped down a little bit, only held up by Jeongguk's hand on his hip. He trusted forward uselessly, fucking the air.

Yoongi's hole not slicked enough for his fingers, Jeongguk reached for the lube and poured too much on his hand. Yoongi liked it wet and messy, so Jeongguk did it wet and messy. Then he plugged back two fingers inside and trusted them slowly. Yoongi's hole opened up so beautifully around them, soft and loose and ready to take cock.

Yoongi started to fuck himself back on his fingers, whimpering each time they reached deeper.

“Look for my prostate Gguk,” he said, and Jeongguk obeyed immediately, reaching higher in Yoongi's ass and feeling around. He found it quickly, used to finger him. Yoongi whimpered when Jeongguk's fingers pushed against it, sensitive and dripping.

“Good boy,” Yoongi stuttered between sharp moans.

Jeongguk's dicks twitched, and precum squeezed out of his slits. His lower cock hung underneath the other, more swollen than usually large slit dripping precum for later, when the eggs would slide out.

“Add another one,” Yoongi ordered again, and Jeongguk almost whimpered. He loved it when Yoongi told him what to do, how to pleasure him, how fast to fuck him. Despite being a needy mess, Yoongi always stayed in control of Jeongguk during sex.

Jeongguk was fucking Yoongi just like his hyung wanted him to, quick, fast and harsh. Yoongi wasn't particularly a masochist, but he liked being manhandled by stronger people and liked to feel small and used.

“Fuck, fuck,” moaned Yoongi after so time fucking back on Jeongguk's fingers, “I'm ready baby, put your dick in me.”

Jeongguk pulled his fingers from Yoongi's hole by reflex, a little bit too fast apparently, because Yoongi whined and presented his ass higher. But Jeongguk quickly reached for the lube and poured some on his upper cock, stroking carefully.

Yoongi rose on his hands and looked back at Jeongguk. His face was red, and his eyes filled with want. “Squeeze some lube in my ass.”

Jeongguk's eyes opened wide, unsure, as he looked dumbly between Yoongi's face and the bottle of lube next to him.

“Come on, baby,” encouraged Yoongi, shaking his ass under Jeongguk's nose, the flesh wiggling around, “make your bitch wet and easy for your cock.”

Jeongguk's dick twitched in his hand, and for a short second, he was afraid he was already coming. Yoongi liked to call himself whorish names sometimes. When he wanted to feel extra slutty, and wanted Jeongguk to treat him like a hole to fuck (he never really managed to do it, too much submissive with his boyfriend to ever play all hard dom on him; but Yoongi got off on the fantasy, and it was enough for him). It turned on Jeongguk so much to hear his boyfriend call himself a slut.

Jeongguk hesitated a little bit but ended up pressing the opening of the bottle against Yoongi's hole and squeezing. His hyung moaned loudly, hips stuttering as Jeongguk filled him with cold lube. When it started to drip around the bottle, Jeongguk stopped and threw the bottle in the bed.

Yoongi's hole was now so wet he looked like he was producing slick himself. Some dripped out of his hole, running down his perineum toward his cock. The visual made Jeongguk bite the inside of his cheek and squeeze the base of his cock. Yoongi was so wet and messy .

Yoongi left out a soft whine, and Jeongguk quickly got behind him, cock in hand. At the first touch of his cockhead against Yoongi's stretched hole, they both moaned. Yoongi pushed his hips back against him, and Jeongguk guided his cock inside. Slowly, letting Yoongi swallow him inch by inch.

Halfway in, he pulled back and thrust back in quicker, pushing a soft moan out of Yoongi.

“All the way in, push all the way in baby,” practically begged Yoongi.

Jeongguk gripped his hips and pushed his cock in Yoongi's hole until his ass touched his groin. Yoongi let out a long and needy moan, satisfied to finally be full.

Then Jeongguk held still, to let them both breath through the burning pleasure twisting in their guts.

He squeezed around Yoongi's waist and thighs, enjoying his curves against his fingers. He brushed a hand over his belly, then up to his chest, and slowly cupped one of his pecs, squeezing the small tit between his fingers.

“Fuck,” Yoongi said between heavy breathes, voice higher than usual.

Jeongguk helped him up until Yoongi was pressed back against his chest, spread legs straddling Jeongguk's. He practically melted in Jeongguk's warmth, resting his head on his shoulder and sighing again.

“Your cock feels so good inside me, Gguk-ah,” he whispered.

“Yeah?”

“So good,” Yoongi started to fuck himself on Jeongguk's cock, lifting on his knees and falling back down. Jeongguk stuffed his face in his neck and whined every time his boyfriend's ass clenched around him.

It was languid, Yoongi taking his time to ride Jeongguk’s cock, clenching on the downstroke just to hear Jeongguk whine in his ear. Everything was so wet, from Yoongi’s cock to his hole making a squelching noise each time Yoongi sat on his cock.

But it felt so, so good Jeongguk felt like he was losing his mind. He held Yoongi's hip and pec, squeezing the nipple from time to time and enjoying the weight of his boyfriend on his lap.

Yoongi suddenly clenched around him and whined brokenly. Jeongguk's cock must have nudged his prostate. Yoongi reached behind and gripped his hip, pulling it forward.

“Fuck me, Jeonggukie. Come on, fuck you hyung nice and hard.”

Jeongguk whined in his neck, and his fingers squeezed tighter around Yoongi's tit. His orgasm was coming closer and closer quicker than expected, and Yoongi's voice sounded so sexy, commanding him what to do.

He snapped his hips up at the same time Yoongi sat down, his cock pushing harder inside him and pulling a moan out of them both.

“Fuck, just like that baby,” Yoongi encouraged him wit a hand in his hair, pulling every time Jeongguk trusted inside him.

From there, it was all sharp and slow fucking. Jeongguk pushed inside his hyung nice and deep, letting his hyung ride him at the same time. Soon, he was panting against his neck, belly tightening and cock pulsing inside his hyung's wet ass.

His lap was positively drenched in lube and precum, Yoongi's cock dripping on his thighs, cockhead red and shiny. Jeongguk was looking at it over his shoulder, and when Yoongi started to tremble on his lap and clenched tight around his cock, Jeongguk let go of his nipple and wrapped his hand around his hyung's cock.

Yoongi whimpered brokenly, hips stuttering but not losing their rhythm as Jeongguk's fingers fondled his cockhead.

“Hyung, I'm gonna come,” he said, voice strained and breathless.

“Fuck me, baby, fuck me, don't stop,” chanted Yoongi, whiny and so needy it nearly tipped him over the edge.

Jeongguk clenched his jaw and fucked harder his hole, lower cock slapping against his ass. It was driving Jeongguk mad, stimulation from everywhere. He squeezed Yoongi's cock harder, wanting to make him come before he did himself.

After a few seconds of twisting his hand around his cock and slowly fucking him, Yoongi clenched impossibly tight and let out a high pitched whine. His come splashed on Jeongguk's hand and everywhere on his lap, not stopping for the few seconds Yoongi was coming.

But despite his orgasm washing over him, Yoongi didn't stop fucking himself on Jeongguk's cock. A few more thrusts inside, with his hole clenching tight and the slide so easy and wet, and Jeongguk was coming inside him, spilling cum in his warm hole. The sensation made Yoongi moan once again, pleasure shooting through his limbs.

Jeongguk held Yoongi tightly against his chest, breath laboured and orgasm coursing through his body like a wave of warmth and pleasure. He whined and trusted a few times inside before stopping. He breathed in Yoongi's scent.

A hand was patting his head, fingers threading through sweaty strands of hair and massaging his scalp. Ears ringing, it took him a few seconds to make out the soft and rough voice showering him in praise.

“You did so good baby,” Yoongi was saying, “Fucked your hyung so well, made us come hard and good.”

Jeongguk's cock was still hard inside Yoongi. Sensitive, making him shudder every time it shifted, but still very much hard and ready to give more cum.

Yoongi brushed the tip of his fingers under Jeongguk's chin, lifting his head. He was twisted back to look at him, a small smile lighting up his pleased face, “Do you feel like you're ready to knot?”

Jeongguk thought about it, trying to focus on the feelings at the bottom of his belly, where eggs were waiting to be laid. He reached a cautious hand under them and wrapped it around his twitchy lower cock. The knot hadn't swelled yet.

“I think I need another one,” he whispered, voice thinner than usual. He felt so needy, like he couldn't have enough of his hyung.

Yoongi chuckled but reassured Jeongguk it was okay. Jeongguk had always been a little sensible during sex, falling in submission easily. But mating season bought a brand new level of sensibility, making him needy and unsure. Yoongi calming reassurance was very much appreciated right now.

“You'll fuck my hole until you come again,” said Yoongi, already untangling himself from Jeongguk and falling on his hands, ass lifting from Jeongguk's lap. His cock nearly slipped out, but Jeongguk pushed his hips forward so it stayed snuggly inside the warm hole. “Then you'll stretch me for your other cock and knot me.”

“Yeah,” Jeongguk nodded eagerly, already salivating at the idea of knotting his boyfriend. He couldn't wait to fill him up.

Yoongi chuckled and started to sway his hips back and forward, shallowly fucking himself on Jeongguk's hard dick.

His cock was so sensitive it nearly hurt to fuck Yoongi so soon. But the sensation was delicious, and soon he was absent-mindedly fucking his hole, each thrust punctuated with a soft moan from Yoongi and Jeongguk's needy whimpers.

Yoongi's cock was still soft, incapable of getting hard so soon after coming. His hole was sensitive too, a little too much, even, when Jeongguk's tip brushed against his prostate. But it was nice anyway, Jeongguk's strong hands squeezing the fat around his hips and his lower dick slapping against his still wet cock. That too was a little too stimulating so soon after coming, but Yoongi loved this edge of too much.

Jeongguk was now trusting frantically in his hole, hips slapping against his ass and pushing soft whimpers out of Yoongi. His grip was deliciously tight around his hips, and Yoongi never loved his round body more than when Jeongguk fucked him from behind and moaned like he was the sexiest person on Earth.

Jeongguk tugged Yoongi back on his cock, pleasure shooting up his spine and making him lose his mind a little bit. But his hips soon flattered, and he whined desperately, unsure of what to do now that he felt his balls tighten and his cock pulse inside his hyung's hole.

“Come on, baby,” Yoongi urged him, breathless, “use your hyung's hole and make yourself come. Fill my slutty hole with your cum.”

It pushed Jeongguk over the edge. He moaned, sloppily slamming inside him. He pushed himself as far as he could, pumping him full of cum just like he asked. Yoongi moaned, the warm flood making him all tingly and needy. He loved nothing more than Jeongguk's warm cum inside his hole, and some days even wished he could keep it locked inside a little longer. Today, this wish would be granted, because Jeongguk was going to breed him.

Jeongguk slumped down on Yoongi's body, fingers twitching around his hips as he came down from his high slowing.

“Good boy,” purred Yoongi from under him, smiling softly at Jeongguk's effort to not crush him despite still floating in pleasure after his orgasm. “You did so boog baby boy, filled me up so well.”

Jeongguk whined softly and rubbed his nose behind Yoongi's ear, seeking closeness and comfort. It felt like he was floating, mind cloudy and solely focused on his boyfriend. Wants and pleasure had erased everything else.

Yoongi took Jeongguk's hand and waited for him to focus back. The more he came, the more soft and submissive Jeongguk became. He lent control over to his hyung, trusting him entirely to take care of him.

Yoongi was needy and slutty in bed, but always stayed level-headed, keeping control over his actions and taking the role of ordering Jeongguk what to do.

When Jeongguk's breath evened out, Yoongi squeezed his hand to grab his attention, and said, “Ready to stretch me for your knot?”

Jeongguk groaned and hid in Yoongi's neck, trying to ignore his breathless laughter.

“God, you're so cute,” Yoongi said, “Balls deep inside me, pumped me full of two loads of cum, will lay your eggs in me in the next hour, and you're still shy about it.”

“Hyung,” Jeongguk whined, embarrassed.

Yoongi pushed his hips back against him and let out the most slutty moan he could muster, “My baby boy is going to breed me. Fill me up with his eggies. Pump me so full of cum I'll be round and big.”

Jeongguk gave a sharp trust inside his hole in retaliation, gently biting his nape to make him shut up. “Stop embarrassing me hyung. Or I won't give you any egg.”

“Aww,” Yoongi cooed, not sounding impressed at all, “You're too eager to breed me to be threatening right now baby. But nice try.”

Jeongguk grumbled some more but ended up laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. He was balls deep in his hyung, and they still teased each other. He loved it.

Yoongi lubed Jeongguk's fingers with his mouth, dirtily sucking on them until spit dripped down his hand, moaning like he loved it. Considering his oral fixation, he did.

But Yoongi became needy again when Jeongguk circled his slicked fingers around his cock in his hyung's hole, petting the stretched skin gently. Jeongguk had sat up and had a beautiful view of his hyung's back, and his plump was still stuffed with cock. His ass was wet and messy, same as his little cock that started to fill up again when Jeongguk began to play with his hole.

Yoongi's ass was stretched wide around his cock, red and slick with a mix of lube and cum. Jeongguk knew that if he pulled out his half-hard cock, cum would gush out of Yoongi's puffy hole.

After playing around his cock for a bit, Jeongguk squeezed a hand under Yoongi's belly and tweaked his fingers over his wet cock head. Yoongi jumped and whimpered, but let Jeongguk lube his fingers up with his own precum. Then Jeongguk took back his hand and placed a shiny finger next to his cock, snug over Yoongi's hole.

He waited, and after a few short breaths, Yoongi said, “Push inside baby. One finger.”

Jeongguk complied and shuddered at the strange sensation of a finger pushing alongside his cock.

It was a tight fit, Yoongi's stretched hole slowly opening up for more. He was wet – a little too much if you asked anybody but them – but it was still not as easy as when he simply stretched Yoongi for his cock. Now, he needed to take two and a knot. So, even if Yoongi had experience with double penetration, it was still something to do carefully.

Jeongguk pulled his finger against Yoongi's rim, stretching it gently and slowly, making Yoongi squirm under him. He let out soft moans each time Jeongguk's finger shifted inside him, and soon he said, “Another one baby.”

Jeongguk nearly whimpered when he pushed two fingers along his cock. It was tighter and tighter around his length, and he was now nice and hard again. Yoongi was clenching ever now and then, whimpering softly at the stretch. He couldn't wait to take Jeongguk's knot. The fact that his body wasn't made for it made it even more alluring.

Yoongi helped Jeongguk stretch him, and soon he had four fingers alongside his cock in his hyung's hole, so tight and warm and wet Jeongguk felt many times like he was on the brick of coming. Yoongi had encouraged him all the way, telling him how to move his fingers and when to add them. Jeongguk had to stop himself from thrusting his cock too, the pressure feeling too good around him.

“Hyung,” he whined after some time, incapable of holding it anymore, “hyung, I'm gonna come soon.”

He went to graze a hand around his still neglected lower dick and squeezed around his slightly swollen knot. The sensation was like sparks of raw pleasure shooting in his groin, something he rarely felt because his knot only popped during his mating season. And Jeongguk had spent his season with a plastic incubator for so long the feeling of being inside a living incubator was brand new for him.

“Okay, okay baby,” breathed out Yoongi, voice a little croaky and strained. His body was prettily flushed all over, cock hard and dripping once more, really sensitive. “Don't come until you're inside, hm? We need you to knot me.”

Jeongguk nodded desperately, looking at Yoongi coming up on his hands and knees and turning his head toward him. He tried to ignore the burning pleasure boiling in his guts, tried to will away his orgasm for a little longer.

“Alright, you're gonna pull out and then push both of your dicks inside, okay?” said Yoongi, sweetly smiling when Jeongguk agreed with an eager shook of his head.

Yoongi braced himself, and Jeongguk started by pulling his fingers out. They both whined at the sudden emptiness, Yoongi's hips mindlessly pushing back against him.

But it was nothing compared to when Jeongguk pulled his cock out. He did it quickly, gasping at the cold hair suddenly wrapping around his wet dick. Yoongi cried out brokenly underneath him.

Then Jeongguk looked at Yoongi's hole and almost came on the spot. It was spasming desperately, trying to clench around thin air without even managing to close a little bit. Yoongi was positively gaping, rim red and slicked and begging to be filled again.

“Fuck,” Yoongi swore softly, trying to remain level-headed to instruct his needy boyfriend around, despite the cold emptiness. It felt like his ass couldn't close ever again, so stretched and opened it would remain like this for the rest of his life. The thought made liquid fire lap at his belly; Yoongi felt like the biggest slut, opened up on cock too much to clench shut again.

“Alright baby, put your cocks in me.”

Jeongguk was holding both of his dicks in his hand, lifting them toward his hyung's ass, urged on by Yoongi's needy voice.

“Wait, hyung-”

“Come on, baby, I feel so empty,” whined his hyung, head hanging low between his tense arms, only waiting to be filled up again.

“Hyung, I- I want to see you,” Jeongguk managed to whisper, to horny to think.

Yoongi looked over his shoulder, and a small smile blossomed on his face when he saw Jeongguk's pleading eyes. He was right on the brink of tears.

“Alright baby, don't worry, I'll face you.”

It took all of Yoongi's power not to fall on his elbows and let Jeongguk fuck his eggs in his hole right now. He wouldn't have minded Jeongguk taking him from behind, liked the position because it made him feel extra slutty. But he also loved to see Jeongguk's face and be able to kiss him all he wanted. And he perfectly understood Jeongguk's need to have him close when he knotted him and gave him his eggs.

Jeongguk helped Yoongi to turn around, letting his hyung flop down on the bed and getting on top of him. Yoongi's thighs wrapped around his waist, his heels pressing at his lower back. A feeling of completeness filled Jeongguk, with his boyfriend pressed right against him and his soft eyes looking at him.

They were chest to chest, and the first thing Jeongguk did was kiss Yoongi softly, letting his hyung control it. After a moment of gentle pressures against each other's mouth, Yoongi pried his lips open with his tongue. The kiss went from soft to dirty in the blink of an eye. Jeongguk whimpered softly, dicks twitching between his legs, hips stuttering forward. Yoongi chuckled in his mouth, but snaked a hand down between their body, and wrapped his long fingers around Jeongguk's dicks.

“Are you ready baby?” he asked, rendering Jeongguk breathless with a few kisses only.

“Yeah,” he finally said, body tingly and more than ready. He just couldn't wait to lay his eggs, the tug in his belly becoming a little heavier with each passing second.

Yoongi guided his cocks to his gaping hole, the rim fluttering at the contact of two cockheads against it. He let out an impatient moan.

Jeongguk pushed inside.

Slowly, cocks slipping in the warm wetness of his boyfriend's hole. It sucked him in, opening beautifully under the pressure of two cocks. It was tight still, but Yoongi let out a long high pitched moan, fingers digging in his back, and Jeongguk knew he stretched him enough.

His lower cock wasn't as hard as the upper one, but it slipped inside easily alongside the first one. When Jeongguk bottomed out, his knot just against the rim, he moaned loudly, overwhelming pleasure exploding in his body.

They took a few seconds to breathe, and then Yoongi pushed Jeongguk's hips back a little and pulled him closer again, guiding his thrusts. Jeongguk moaned, both at the pressure around his dicks and his boyfriend's guidance.

After some time, Jeongguk started to fuck him on his own, picking up a pace until he found a good rhythm, one that pressed his groin right against Yoongi's ass and pushed broken whimpers out of the both of them.

Yoongi was running his mouth, praising him and calling himself a dirty slut. The mix spurred Jeongguk on, making him go a little faster and a little deeper. They were both aware of the growing pressure of Jeongguk's knot against Yoongi's tight rim.

“You're fucking me so well baby boy,” Yoongi whined, high pitched and dirty, always begging for more. “Stretching my hole around your cocks and prepping me for your eggs. Such a good boy, using his hyung's ass as an incubator.”

“Hyung,” Jeongguk moaned, panting and overwhelmed. Everything was too much, his cocks pushing open his hyung's ass, Yoongi's voice whispering filth right in his ear, the wonderful warmth and closeness.

“Will you come for me baby?” asked Yoongi, voice unstable and filled with pleasure. “Will you come for hyung and fill him up with your eggies?”

“I will,” agreed Jeongguk, snapping his hips forward and trying to push his orgasm back.

But he felt his balls tighten, and his lower cock pulse and release his pre-breeding substance in his boyfriend's ass. He was preparing his incubator, filling him with the liquid his eggs would grow in.

Jeongguk pressed his mouth against Yoongi's, but he couldn't kiss him properly, so he let Yoongi suck on his tongue instead, enjoying the closeness between them.

It all felt a little too much, and Jeongguk knew his orgasm was coming. His knot was now swollen enough to press against Yoongi's hole, eager to slip in. He lost all of his control over his hips, tears pearling at the corners of his eyes, and only thought about knotting and breeding from then on.

Yoongi said nothing else, lying back and letting Jeongguk jack-hammer in his hole as he pleased. Moans were pushed out of him, high pitched and needy. His orgasm was approaching too, fast and hard.

Jeongguk's thrusts suddenly flattered, and he came with a long moan. His upper cock released a load of cum, flooding Yoongi's inside once again until he felt full to the brim. Jeongguk humped him a few more times, whimpering brokenly and holding Yoongi tight.

Then he pushed his hips deeper, and his knot popped inside, swelling quickly.

There was a short moment of stillness, Jeongguk whimpering softly in Yoongi's neck, feeling his eggs shift inside his belly. His lower cock was pulsing, stomach muscles pressing to move the eggs around.

And then, the first egg passed through his knot, stretching Yoongi's rim a little bit more, slid through his cock, and popped inside.

Yoongi came at the feeling of the egg rolling inside his hole.

His little cock twitched and shot cum everywhere between their stomachs. He moaned and latched his mouth on Jeongguk's, swallowing his needy noises right from his mouth.

Another egg slid down Jeongguk's cock in Yoongi's hole, and they shared a breathless whimper. It felt so good, both for Jeongguk and Yoongi. The sensation of eggs going through his cock and knot was so overwhelming for Jeongguk it made tears roll down his cheeks. And the feeling of them settling deep inside his ass stole a wanton moan from Yoongi each time.

One by one, Jeongguk pushed eggs in his boyfriend, hips twitching every time one slipped out of his oversensitive slit. They were pushed around, and after a dozen of them were laid, Jeongguk looked down and released another small load of cum at the sight of Yoongi's slightly stretched belly.

The bump was small for the moment, because Yoongi already had fat rounding his belly. But Jeongguk knew that when he was done breeding him, his belly would be a lot rounder, full and stretched out to give space to the eggs.

“God,” Yoongi whispered. He pressed a hand over his belly and moaned softly, “I can feel them inside.”

Jeongguk's hips kicked forward, and two eggs slipped inside at the same time. He was really losing his mind now. Couldn't believe he was breeding Yoongi.

They stayed here for ten more minutes, eggs slipping one by one in Yoongi. The feeling of them sliding around his upper cock inside Yoongi's hole was maddening, and more than once Jeongguk thought he'd become hard again, or come dry because of the touches.

During this time, they kissed slowly, enjoying each other's touch and warmth, hands roaming everywhere, even if Jeongguk couldn't keep himself from touching Yoongi's growing belly for long. He patted over it and moaned in Yoongi's mouth.

But after some time, the eggs stopped coming, and they both sighed against each other.

“That was-,” started Yoongi, before giggling and making Jeongguk join him. “That was so good. I can't feel my legs anymore, but that was fantastic.”

Jeongguk nodded, “yeah, so, so good I still can't believe we did it.”

Yoongi looked down and gently patted his stomach, “I'm pretty sure this is enough proof that we did.”

Jeongguk giggled in turn, mind sloppy and tired now that his lower cock began to soften. He'd be able to pull his knot out soon. But before doing so, he needed to grab Yoongi's plug. They really didn't want to let the eggs slip out.

Jeongguk reached out for the nightstand, barely managing to take the plug sitting on it. When he did, he shook it in front of Yoongi's nose triumphally, making him laugh.

“Where's the lube?” asked Jeongguk, looking around under the mess of blankets.

“I don't think I need lube baby,” reassured Yoongi, hand still wrapped under his stretched belly. “I'm already wet enough.”

Jeongguk humped, but because he couldn't find the bottle, he placed the plug against Yoongi's stomach and covered it with his hyung's cum. That would do.

Slipping his cocks out was a challenge on its own. They had to manoeuvre around until Yoongi was on his side, belly comfortably resting against a rolled-up blanket. Then Jeongguk had to quickly pull himself out and push the plug inside right after, because the eggs were still fresh and the protective membrane still didn't have time to form.

Jeongguk moaned a little when he pulled his cocks out, Yoongi's hole staying wide open and cum oozing out. But he didn't have time to admire it. He pushed the plug inside and made sure it was secure without encumbering Yoongi. His hole closed around it, the flat end sitting nice and snug around the reddened rim. Yoongi moaned a little bit when he clenched on it, and it shifted inside.

Jeongguk sighed and moved to stand up from the bed to get a wet towel and clean Yoongi, but his hyung stopped him with a hand on his wrist.

“It's okay Ggukie, it can wait tomorrow morning.”

Jeongguk looked at Yoongi's body. His front and his back were covered with cum, ass still wet and messy. It was a little bit disgusting to sleep like that, but he looked stunning, and Jeongguk was so tired he didn't argue, simply lied back down against his hyung and rested his head against his shoulder.

“Thank you, hyung.” He brought a hand up and rubbed Yoongi's belly. He just couldn't get enough of the sensation of his breed belly under his fingers. He looked way too good like that, Jeongguk wanted to keep him filled up all the time now. “For spending my mating season with me, and taking my eggs. It felt so good to lay them in you.”

“My baby lizard boy,” cooed Yoongi while he petted Jeongguk's head. “I'm happy to spend your season with you too. So happy.”

Jeongguk raised himself on an elbow, looking over his boyfriend. He bent down, kissed one of his nipples then the top of his belly, “You're so beautiful.”

Yoongi pushed a strand of his hair back from his forehead, “You are, too. Prettiest baby in the world. Filled me up so good and bred me so well.”

Jeongguk hummed, contented, and lied back down, nuzzling Yoongi's nape.

Yoongi fell asleep a few minutes later sated and full, hand clutching his. Jeongguk stayed awake a little longer, watching over his boyfriend and arranging the blankets around them to keep them warm. Then he settled by Yoongi's side, and wrapped a protective hand around his bred belly, petting it and marvelling at its roundness until his eyes closed and he fell asleep.

―  -  ―

Jeongguk woke up cold.

It took a moment for him to chase sleep out of his system, but when he did, he suddenly felt the emptiness around him.

Yoongi wasn't here.

His eyes snapped open and looked around himself frantically. The bed was empty, blankets still wrapped in a vague nest around him. But his boyfriend was nowhere to be seen.

Dread filled Jeongguk like an electroshock, and he jumped out of bed, dizzy and naked, to run out of the bedroom. His frantic mind imagined the worst scenario already, of his hurt boyfriend suffering alone.

His heart was nearly racing out of his chest when he entered the kitchen. But it calmed just as quickly, because Yoongi was standing here, in front of the coffee machine brewing himself a cup. Still very much naked, ass on full display and looking peachy as always, plug snuggly settled between the cheeks.

Yoongi turned around, and his smile flattered when he saw Jeongguk's still slightly panicked expression.

“Are you- What's happenin'?”

“I- You weren't here when I woke up and- I thought you were gone.”

Then Jeongguk's eyes went from his boyfriend's face to his body, settling on the roundness of his belly. The bump wasn't so big, sitting low in his stomach. But the skin was stretched, accommodating the weight of eggs inside.

Jeongguk's dicks twitched.

His boyfriend was so goddamn beautiful, bred full and rounder than usual.

Okay, so maybe Jeongguk was losing his mind a little bit.

Yoongi walked over and took his hand in his. “I'm good baby, don't worry. I was just making coffee.”

Jeongguk nodded, calming down quickly, and they settled at the table for breakfast.

Jeongguk practically begged Yoongi to sit on his lap, and Yoongi gave in, teasing him for his clinginess after breeding him full.

Maybe he was clingy, but Yoongi let him do as he pleased, and Jeongguk barely ate anything, focused on feeling up his belly, entranced by the fact he just bred his boyfriend. Eggs were in him, growing until they must be laid.

Even when their breakfast was over, they stayed in the kitchen and cuddled. Until Jeongguk felt wetness drip on his tight. He looked over Yoongi's shoulder but could only see his taut belly and their hands wrapped around it.

“Are you hard hyung?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Yoongi sighed, and shifted his hips around, uselessly humping the air. “They're- they're pressing over my prostate, and- my belly's full of your eggs and it turns me on so much.”

The last words are whiny, and Jeongguk gulped down, feeling himself salivate at the knowledge of his hyung turned on by his own bred belly.

With Yoongi's permission Jeongguk slowly wrapped a hand around his cock. Yoongi's hips stuttered on his lap, and a whine left his open mouth.

Jeongguk pressed his palm over the head, fondling it in tight circles until Yoongi was squirming and whimpering wantonly, hips fucking in his hand.

Only then did Jeongguk tap his hip, “Stand up hyung, I want you to fuck my mouth.”

Yoongi moaned but complied, letting Jeongguk fall on his knees in front of him and threading his long fingers in Jeongguk's hair, bringing his head forward.

Jeongguk's favourite thing when sucking Yoongi's dick was when Yoongi mindlessly fucking his mouth, like he was only a hole to use and get himself off with. Jeongguk could simply stop thinking, and let his boyfriend fuck him, trying to push down his throat without even reaching the back of his mouth. Yoongi fucked face like he had a big cock, and it was the hottest thing ever.

Yoongi's belly was so full his cock couldn't peek past it. Jeongguk looked at it, mouth filling with saliva. It was hard, pressed against Yoongi's belly, head red and swollen and so wet it dripped down the entire length. His balls were cutely hanging under his cock, large compared to the dick itself.

Yoongi brought his head forward and pressed it against his cock. Jeongguk opened his mouth by reflex, lips wet and ready to suck on the delicious-looking dick in front of him.

But Yoongi didn't give him time to lap on the precum, fucking deep when his cockhead touched Jeongguk's lips. He pulled out immediately and fucked back in, setting a quick and needy rhythm right away.

At some point, Jeongguk looked up past the taut belly. Yoongi's eyes were already on him, and he smirked playfully when Jeongguk moaned around his cock.

“You love getting your face fucked so much the smallest of cock gets you off,” he said, voice rough and breathy.

Jeongguk moaned in approval.

Yoongi fucked his face quick and dirty, only caring about making himself come. Jeongguk's cocks had hardened and were now laying against the cold tiles of the kitchen, untouched and messy.

Yoongi suddenly pulled out, grip perfectly tight in Jeongguk's hair. He was looking down at his belly, stroking under it slowly while his wet cock bobbed around a few times.

“Do- do you see your cock hyung?” asked Jeongguk.

Yoongi looked at him and shook his head, “No. It's too small, and my belly's too full.”

Jeongguk's hips kicked forward. It was so hot, his hyung incapable of seeing his own cock under his bred belly. He knew Yoongi loved his tiny cock, and said it was one of his most charming features. He could also remember the first time they had sex, back when they weren't dating yet. How Yoongi had bent forward, presenting his hole and letting Jeongguk discover his short and chubby dick poking from between his legs.

Yoongi pressed his cock back against Jeongguk's lips a few minutes later, and he swallowed him back down.

Jeongguk took his face fucking like a pro, moaning around Yoongi's cock until his hyung humped his face and came in his mouth. Jeongguk swallowed everything.

Yoongi fucked him into overstimulation, letting his cock rest in Jeongguk's mouth long enough for it to hurt when Jeongguk sucked on it. Then he pulled out and petted Jeongguk's head.

“Good boy. Let hyung fuck his face nicely.”

He shifted his foot around and nudged Jeongguk's hard upper cock. Jeongguk whimpered when Yoongi looked at him with a smile.

Yoongi pressed a finger on Jeongguk's lower lip, “You're gonna breed hyung again?”

Jeongguk did.

- la fin -