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Taehyung sits up in his seat the instant the first wave of his heat floods through him, the lecturer’s words fizzling into an unintelligible droning. Taehyung closes his eyes, wishing the ground below to open up and drag him straight to hell. His dick is already fucking aching, hard from the rush of blood southward.
Now that he’s no longer taking his suppressants, his heats have settled into becoming a monthly occurrence. His heat, this time though, is early. Normally, he’s prepared. Wouldn’t be sitting in the middle of a lecture if he’d known his heat was coming today. The slick between his thighs aren’t a sensation he wants to get used to, nor are the appreciative looks that are thrown his way by alphas and betas alike.
Taehyung knows he’s good-looking. Hell, the selcas he posts on his social networking sites rack up more likes than the number of students in his lecture hall. But, fuck, their attention is unnecessary, borderline creepy, when he knows everyone in the room is looking at him because they can sniff out his aroused pheromones.
He sinks into his chair, pulling out his phone to check the time. Still twenty minutes before class ends. He can bail now, but his exit would make a scene and he’d possibly insult the professor. He decides on sending a quick text message to Jungkook instead.
There are only a handful of reasons for an omega to go without heat suppressant medication: if the omega is bonded, or if the omega can’t afford the medication anymore. But Taehyung is in neither of those situations.
Jungkook arrives in a little under ten minutes, an admirable feat considering how Jungkook’s torts class is on the other side of the university campus. His eyes meet Taehyung’s within seconds, guided by Taehyung’s distinct scent. Taehyung squirms in his chair as Jungkook makes his way up the stairs to where Taehyung is and sits in the seat beside him.
“Thanks for coming,” Taehyung says, swallowing thickly, his adam’s apple bobbing. He can barely speak without choking on his own words. The first hour of the heat is often the most unbearable because of the sudden fluctuation in hormonal changes. He can still think; he can still act and do whatever the fuck he wants – but all his senses tell him to go and find a warm body to rut against. More often than not, Taehyung tells his senses to go fuck themselves, because no, he doesn’t need someone else to wean him through his heat. He can handle it well by himself, thank you very much. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy fucking around with someone every now and then.
Enter: Jeon Jungkook. The official term for him would a friend with benefits, someone who Taehyung’s closest friend, Jimin, had introduced when Taehyung had, in his dire moment of heat-induced desperation, asked Jimin to jerk him off only to have Jimin pull a face and say, “Are you fucking kidding me? I have ten assignments up my ass right now and I’m not going anywhere near your dick unless you want Yoongi hyung to castrate you.”
Taehyung had ended up meeting Jungkook after accompanying Jimin to one of his dance club practices. Jimin had been the one to suggest the idea of fuckbuddies between the two – apparently Jungkook was sick of omegas, betas, and even the occasional alpha hitting on him and having to reject them. Jungkook’s handsome face was the kind Taehyung would definitely jack off to, and Taehyung admits to being hella horny at the time of agreeing to the decision, so either way – a win-win situation. Although Jungkook is two years younger, he’s an alpha, acts like one too, being more protective of Taehyung than anyone else in their circle of friends.
Jungkook throws him a measured smile, softening the agitation that’s emanating from him. Shrugging off his letterman jacket, Jungkook places it over Taehyung’s shoulders, and Taehyung accepts the gesture, slipping his arms into the sleeves. Putting on more clothes almost seems counter-productive with the fever running across his skin, but having Jungkook’s scent near him helps mitigate the sensation of all his nerves being set on fire and discourages others from constantly looking at him by masking his scent with Jungkook’s.
It’s not enough. Even though Jungkook is right beside him, Taehyung can see the leers still directed his way. He must smell delicious to others, but Jungkook has an admirable level of self-control and makes no movements, simply staring straight ahead. Taehyung doesn’t know whether he should feel insulted by Jungkook’s impassiveness or thankful that Jungkook isn’t like the fuck-wipes in his class. Regardless, Taehyung has to bite down on his bottom lip as another wave of heat smashes through him.
A soft moan escapes, and Jungkook turns his head to look at him, alarmed. Moving close to whisper into his ear, Jungkook asks, “Are you okay?”
The cool feeling of Jungkook’s breath against the shell of Taehyung’s ear has him flushing again. Taehyung’s nipples are hard against the thin fabric of his shirt, bordering painful. Resisting the urge to play with his nipples, Taehyung shakes his head, confused by why his heat is acting out of the norm. He’s usually nowhere close to being this fucking aroused. Even when he’d first stopped taking heat suppressants, he hadn’t been this bad. Even when he’d first started sleeping with Jungkook, he hadn’t felt the overwhelming urge to have his ass pounded. Once this bout of inane heat ends, he has every intention on figuring out what the fuck is going on.
“Fuck me raw,” Taehyung manages to reply, his voice raspy. “Nut in me.” Another consequence of heats: no filter. But seeing how Jungkook’s eyes widen, impossibly large, looking like a deer caught in headlights makes the shamelessness worth it. “Right here. Right now. Fuck me ‘til kingdom come. I want you on me. I need you in me, Jungkook.”
Taehyung notices how Jungkook’s eyes flit to his mouth. Jungkook leans in to press his nose against the sweaty skin of Taehyung’s neck and inhales. “Only a few more minutes to wait it out, hyung,” Jungkook replies, breaking away. Taehyung wonders what his scent is like, a smell that would be made stronger, more profuse because of his heat. Whatever he smells like, it has Jungkook biting down on his own lip, stopping himself from saying anymore. Jungkook’s eyes are dark, burdened with desire, and the way he looks at Taehyung has Taehyung wanting to crawl into Jungkook’s lap and ride him in front of everyone.
When the lecture finally ends, Taehyung breathes a sigh of relief, stuffing all his shit into his backpack and heaving it over his shoulders. “Your place or mine?” Taehyung asks, smiling as Jungkook steps beside him, keeping close.
“Yours,” Jungkook says, sliding his hands into the pockets of his tight leather pants and drawing Taehyung’s line of sight to the crude outline of Jungkook’s erection. Jungkook notices Taehyung’s smirk, the tips of his ears turning red. “You’d probably feel more comfortable at your own place.”
Taehyung nods, following Jungkook to the carpark. No one bothers them on the way there, but a few heads turn to stare at them, gossiping as though they’re doing the walk of shame. Usually Taehyung would take the bus back to where he’s renting an apartment with Jimin, but Jungkook’s the poster-boy for rich SNU law student, so hey, if he can get a free ride then why the fuck not.
Although Jimin’s definitely going to be pissed if he comes home to their place smelling like sex.
Whatever.
The drive to Taehyung’s place is torturously slow. Taehyung considers stroking himself through his clothes, but that’d only make everything worse and he’d probably end up making Jungkook crash the car. So he settles for crossing one leg over the other, thinking about how many ways Jungkook can fuck him until he cums.
Jungkook is, well. Sweet, Taehyung decides. The first time they’d fucked, Jungkook had gone further than what Taehyung would’ve expected from a fuckbuddy. There was the stereotype that alphas were dominating douchebags whose only concern were their dicks and where they could stick it. But Jungkook didn’t really seem to fit that mold, not with the way he had stayed after Taehyung’s heat had died down and helped him with the after-care. And then the many times after that, Taehyung had found Jungkook to be affectionate; he’d treat Taehyung to food after a casual blowjob between classes, or he’d intertwine their fingers and press soft kisses along his skin while he fucked Taehyung. And there was that weird one time when they hadn’t even had sex: they had cuddled, Jungkook pressed against his back, and Taehyung had stared at his bedroom wall wondering if everything was okay with Jungkook, surmising that Jungkook just wasn’t in the mood for sex. Even stranger was that Taehyung had let it happen.
When Taehyung unlocks the door to his place, throwing his bag on the floor, Jungkook is swift in pushing Taehyung against the wall. The door slams shut behind them.
“Where do you wanna do this?” Jungkook asks, voice tight, sounding unlike his composed self.
“Bed?” Taehyung suggests, yelping when Jungkook gathers him in his arms and carries him to Taehyung’s bedroom.
Jungkook lays Taehyung down on the sheets, too engrossed in peeling off Taehyung’s clothes to bother closing the bedroom door. Every brief brush of Jungkook’s hands against Taehyung’s bare skin has him trembling, wanting more and more.
Once he’s naked, Taehyung spreads his legs, afraid to touch himself in case his heat pummels through him again. The clear slick coating Taehyung’s thighs draw Jungkook’s eyes. Nature had decided self-lubrication would help with increasing the chances of procreation and Taehyung isn’t complaining now that Jungkook knows how ready he is for him. “Strip,” Taehyung demands when Jungkook stares at him, paralysed.
Jungkook takes off his clothes at record speed, and Taehyung’s too into his own heat to be able to appreciate. “Golden maknae as always,” Taehyung comments, running his hands over Jungkook’s biceps when Jungkook crawls atop him. He drops his gaze to Jungkook’s cock, licking his lips. “I need you to fuck my ass.”
Jungkook leans down to trail light kisses down Taehyung’s neck. No hickeys. No biting. No marking. They had decided on that when they first started this, but fuck, Taehyung wants to feel Jungkook sink his teeth into his skin and leave bruises for everyone to see. Jungkook’s lips on Taehyung’s skin simultaneously alights him with want and soothes him with anticipation.
“Where’s the condoms?” Jungkook asks while he’s licking at one of Taehyung’s pert nipples, his fingers playing with the other.
“I said I wanted you to fuck me raw,” Taehyung says, growing exasperated at Jungkook’s teasing. He bucks up against Jungkook, growing even more desperate than he already is when Jungkook laughs. “We’re both clean so it’s fine? You’re the only one who fucks me. You don’t sleep with anyone else, right?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook says, pausing, looking distracted for a moment. “Yeah, you’re the only one I fuck around with too.” He laps his tongue at Taehyung’s nipple, quick flicks that has Taehyung threading his fingers through Jungkook’s hair and tugging.
“If you don’t fuck my ass within the next minute,” Taehyung grits out, “then you can fucking leave out the door right now and I’ll help myself to my sex toy collection. At least my vibrators won’t make me wait.”
Jungkook’s eyes curve in amusement. “All right,” Jungkook says, unable to keep the smirk off his face. Taehyung hates how good Jungkook fucking looks, as though Taehyung’s heat doesn’t make him come undone. Taehyung knows he, himself, looks debauched, a complete mess, his blond hair fanning out like a halo around him and his golden skin a contrast against the white sheets of his bed. Jungkook sits back, watching Taehyung carefully and allowing Taehyung to appreciate his thick thighs and even more impressive dick that Taehyung can’t wait to shove up his own ass. “Turn around,” Jungkook says, and Taehyung doesn’t waste more than a millisecond wondering why Jungkook wouldn’t want to see his attractive face at a time like this – he’d probably pull too many ugly expressions while aroused – but does as he’s told.
On his elbows and knees, Taehyung aches for Jungkook to penetrate him. Instead, he feels Jungkook’s tongue brush the rim of his hole. Taehyung shivers, the sensation making the pre-cum drip from his cock.
“I know that’s not your dick,” Taehyung says, gripping at the sheets when all Jungkook replies with is another long lick. His hands coil into fists, knuckles turning white with the force of his clenching, so unbelievably turned on from having Jungkook eat him out that he’s not even disappointed by Jungkook not fucking him outright.
Jungkook’s hands spread Taehyung’s cheeks further apart, pressing his thumb at Taehyung’s rim. “Can I finger you?” Jungkook asks as he trails his tongue along the slick on Taehyung’s thigh. Taehyung wonders what the fuck his slick must taste like to have Jungkook so eager.
“Fucking fist me,” Taehyung says, taking a shaky, deep breath. “What the fuck is one finger gonna do?”
“You sure?” Jungkook asks, chuckling when Taehyung pushes his ass back against Jungkook’s face. Slapping at Taehyung’s ass, the smack resounding around the room and dragging a moan from Taehyung, Jungkook says, “Okay, baby, wait. Be patient.”
Taehyung feels a hand on his hip, holding him steady. Then he feels Jungkook slide two fingers in, the access easy.
“More,” Taehyung whines, already wriggling his hips to have Jungkook pushing deeper into him. “Fucking pound those fingers into me.”
Jungkook takes his time, thrusting his two fingers in and out of Taehyung’s hole. Probably to make sure there’s no discomfort, but the fuck does he care. He just wants to feel Jungkook inside him.
By the time Jungkook has slipped in another finger, going knuckle-deep every time he pushes in, Taehyung’s sure he’s going to lose his mind waiting. He feels lust pulse within him like the blood flowing through his veins, a constant ebbing and flowing like the pace Jungkook has set. Satiating a heat requires more than a good fuck though. Both he and Jungkook know this, and this knowledge is probably why Jungkook isn’t skipping the foreplay.
“Fucking thank god,” Taehyung curses after he feels four fingers within him, starting to feel a bit fuller. But not enough. “More,” he demands, eyes fluttering shut when Jungkook’s palm hits his ass with every thrust. Voice breaking into a sob, Taehyung begs, “Jungkook, please.”
Jungkook listens, curling his thumb against his palm and wriggling in his whole hand until it’s within Taehyung. “Like this?” Jungkook asks, dragging his hand in and out at a slow pace. “Fuck, you have no idea how lewd this looks.”
Taehyung can barely open his mouth to speak, let alone coherently. He blabbers something unintelligible, intending to say, “Holy fucking shit yes.” He could cum from the feeling alone, and he moves to the rhythm Jungkook has set, fucking himself on Jungkook’s hand.
Wrapping a hand around his cock, Taehyung starts stroking himself, wanting so desperately to cum. Just as he’s nearing his orgasm, his swearing growing louder, he feels a hand around his own, stopping him in his motions.
“W-what?” Taehyung asks, biting down on his lip, trying to calm down from the rush.
Jungkook stops moving altogether, slipping his fingers out of Taehyung’s ass and leaving Taehyung shaking in need. “Don’t cum yet,” Jungkook says, keeping a tight hold on the base of Taehyung’s erection. “The heat will end up lasting longer if you cum now.”
“Fuck off, Jungkook.” There’s no spite in Taehyung’s reply, but he’s so fucking hard. He can feel the high of his orgasm right around the corner if only Jungkook would let him cum. He knows there’s truth in Jungkook’s statement: something about how tricking the body into thinking the heats aren’t needed shorten their duration. The pheromones of an alpha also help with preventing a heat from bordering on painful. Also, Jungkook is really fucking great at fucking him so he can bear this. For now.
Jungkook laughs, eyes bright as he says, “Should I take out a cock ring or can I trust you not to touch yourself?”
Taehyung makes a non-committal noise. “Only if you touch me more,” he replies, grinning when the response has Jungkook running his hands over Taehyung’s ass and thighs.
Jungkook traces a finger across the rim of Taehyung’s hole, brushing down his perineum, past his balls and to the inside of Taehyung’s thighs. He slows, drawing a swirling pattern, and murmurs, “Is this what you mean?”
Jungkook’s soft touch has Taehyung keening, wheeling around to face Jungkook. He sits on his ass, shifting away, the touches too intimate for Taehyung’s liking. “Um,” Taehyung says, knowing his face is red, but he’ll attribute that to his heat. He licks his lips and continues, “I was thinking I could give you a blowjob.”
“Yeah? We can do that,” Jungkook says, looking almost bashful when Taehyung moves forward and wraps his hands around Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook’s body shows the efforts of a continuous gym regime, and Taehyung eyes the contours of Jungkook’s abs, the muscles in Jungkook’s thighs, momentarily distracted while Jungkook’s sitting in front of him, waiting. Jungkook runs a hand through Taehyung’s hair, brushing the strands out of his forehead, and says, “It’s okay if you don’t feel like it.”
“Huh? Nah, please, Jungkook, I live to suck your dick,” Taehyung replies, grinning when his response has the head of Jungkook’s dick leaking pre-cum. He sticks his tongue out, taking a swipe at the droplet. He hums to himself as he rubs his cheek down Jungkook’s length, feeling the skin against his.
Jungkook’s arousal is a flushed, deep red. There’s a prominent vein, one that attracts Taehyung’s attention and has him tonguing it, small licks that barely give Jungkook any relief. Then when Jungkook thinks Taehyung has no plans on giving him a proper blowjob, looking both restless yet patient, Taehyung goes in for the kill, steadying his hands on Jungkook’s hips.
Taehyung’s mouth engulfs Jungkook’s erection, warm and creating a satisfying vacuum as soon as Taehyung begins to suck. Even when the tip of Jungkook’s dick hits the back of his throat, he opens his jaw wide to allow for the girth of Jungkook’s dick. He’d forgotten how much of an oral exercise it was to suck Jungkook’s dick, but doesn’t mind so much the moment Jungkook begins tugging at Taehyung’s hair, encouraging him.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so good,” Jungkook moans, eyes closed, when Taehyung deep-throats him. He pushes Taehyung’s head down, closer to his crotch, chasing the warm heat of Taehyung’s mouth. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” Jungkook says, panicking as Taehyung chokes on his dick.
“It’s fine,” Taehyung says once he’s pulled away, wiping the back of his hand at the saliva dripping down his chin. “Seriously, Jungkook. It’s fine. I like it.”
“I’m still sorry,” Jungkook mumbles, glancing away from Taehyung.
Taehyung sighs, crawling into Jungkook’s lap. He wraps his arms around Jungkook and grins at Jungkook’s confusion. “You’re helping me through my heat,” Taehyung says, pleased by the feeling of Jungkook’s erection pressed against his ass. “I’m thankful.” And against his better judgement, Taehyung leans in and presses his lips to Jungkook’s, deepening the kiss as soon as Jungkook’s mouth opens. Cupping Jungkook’s face, Taehyung kisses messily with plenty of tongue and saliva, intent on devouring away all of Jungkook’s remaining modesty.
Jungkook’s hands are on his waist, and Taehyung bucks against Jungkook at the contact, enjoying how Jungkook’s dick rubs against his skin. Pulling away from the kiss, Taehyung licks once more at the seam of Jungkook’s lips, amused at how out of it Jungkook looks. Maybe Taehyung’s heat is affecting Jungkook more than he realises. “You gonna fuck me yet?”
“Y-yeah,” Jungkook replies after he’s composed himself. His eyes are blown with lust, voice unstable. “Um, you’re sure about the no condom thing?”
“Yep,” Taehyung says, nodding. He places his hands on Jungkook’s shoulders, sliding his asshole against the tip of Jungkook’s dick, letting Jungkook press into him. “Nut. In. Me. Or nut all over me – y’know, firing away like a machine gun except with your cum all over my body.”
“I don’t want to accidentally mark you with cum,” Jungkook admits as Taehyung sinks down on his dick. “Even if we wipe it off after, the scent’s gonna last.”
“Oh, yeah, I forgot that was a thing alphas still do,” Taehyung says, rolling his hips and starting a frantic rhythm. But does he care? No, not when Jungkook’s dick is probably the best thing since fried chicken. Better than fried chicken, actually. “Fuckin’ hell—” Taehyung tightens his grip on Jungkook’s shoulders, biting down on his lip to stop himself from screaming more profanities. Instead, Taehyung’s voice breaks off as he moans, “Holy fuck, Jungkook—”
He’d forgotten how a heat fuck felt like. There’s more than just the warmth garnered from another body pressed up against his. There’s the victorious feeling of having Jungkook inside him, filling him to the brim, leaving him a trembling mess. Nothing can truly compare to being fucked in his most desperate moment, craving something that only Jungkook can give, or how it feels to have Jungkook’s eyes on him, baring into his very being while he’s falling apart.
Taehyung rides Jungkook’s cock, gasps filling the heavy air around them, unable to mask the filthy sounds of Taehyung’s self-lubricant easing Jungkook’s thrusts. Jungkook’s usually a reticent kind of guy, but Taehyung bouncing on his dick draws forth a plethora of moans that has Taehyung drinking them in. Jungkook’s erection slides into Taehyung, pushing against his tight walls, and then there’s a slow drag out until Jungkook is completely inside of him again. In. Out. Continuously, religiously. Until Taehyung isn’t sure whether he wants to cum or if he just wants to have Jungkook slapping into him for another whole fucking decade.
“Baby, you’re so good,” Jungkook says, whispering the words against Taehyung’s skin, sounding so broken. Sounding like he’s about to cream in Taehyung’s ass.
“Jungkook—” Taehyung moans, breathing in the sex-laced air around them, the heady smell of Jungkook. Growing more fervent and needy at the realisation of how much Jungkook wants him, Taehyung whimpers, “You fuck me so well.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook leans in, as though he’s about to lock Taehyung in for a languid kiss, unlike their frantic fucking. He stops himself, heartbeats away from pressing his lips to Taehyung’s. Instead, he runs his hands up Taehyung’s thighs, gripping handfuls of Taehyung’s ass, and murmurs, “You’re so beautiful like this, baby. I mean, you’re always beautiful, but you’re fucking gorgeous when you’re fucking yourself on me.”
Taehyung grins, relentless in his pursuit of his orgasm. His heat may or may not subside after, but it’ll be less painful than what he had experienced in the first hour. “Well, Jungkookie, I do love spreading myself open for you. Feeling your big dick in me, filling me up, making me scream your name. You know I love it.”
“Scream louder, baby,” Jungkook replies, lips curling into a smirk. He thrusts up into Taehyung, dick brushing against Taehyung’s prostate. “Gonna fuck you so well ‘til—” Jungkook says, pausing as Taehyung’s hands tighten on Jungkook’s shoulders. Taehyung’s eyes are closed, looking like he’s about to cum, so Jungkook wraps his hand around the base of Taehyung’s cock and stops his orgasm a second time. “Gonna fuck you ’til I’m the only one. The only one you’ll ever think of when you’re lying in bed. When you’re touching yourself. Baby, d’you touch yourself thinking of me?”
Taehyung feels his dry orgasm rip through him, leaving him panting, a small sob escaping his throat. His bouncing slows down, and he buries his face in Jungkook’s neck, finding solace in the warmth of Jungkook’s skin. “Y-yeah,” Taehyung says, eyes fluttering shut. He takes a deep breath, heat building up within him again. “Fuck. When do I not think of you fucking me? You’re so good, Jungkook, so fucking good.” He repeats the last phrase continuously until his voice dies out, Jungkook thrusting into him again and again and rendering him speechless.
When Jungkook nears his climax, he holds Taehyung firmly and rests him on his back. He pulls out of Taehyung, tugs at his dick a few times, and then he’s spilling over Taehyung. Jungkook journeys from between Taehyung’s thighs to his face, cum splattering a masterpiece across Taehyung’s skin.
The warm substance hitting his skin has Taehyung moaning, licking his lips to taste Jungkook. He looks up at Jungkook through his lashes, amused by how Jungkook is blushing, staring at him as though he’s enamoured by the picture he’s painted.
Jungkook leans close, expression unreadable. Punctuating his words by drawing his finger through the cum on Taehyung’s sharp collarbones, he murmurs, “You smell like you’re mine…”
Taehyung shivers at the touch, taking Jungkook’s hand and licking at the white substance on Jungkook’s index finger. Flicking his tongue out and teasing Jungkook some more, Taehyung replies, “Told ya you’d love this.”
Taehyung lets go of Jungkook’s hand to slide a finger along his own nipple, rubbing the cum across his nub, watching Jungkook’s eyes follow his movements. His other hand travels to between his thighs, and Jungkook sits back, realising what Taehyung is doing.
“I still haven’t cum, y’know,” Taehyung murmurs, voice low. He bites down on his lip as he curls a hand around his erection, thumbing at the slit.
This time, Jungkook doesn’t stop him.
Taehyung basks in Jungkook’s attention. He unfurls his hand from his cock, sliding it over the cum-stained skin of his inner thighs instead. “Y’know, Jungkookie, I’m surprised you haven’t given me any hickeys yet,” he says, teasing, pinching at his thigh and gasping at the sensation. Both of them know that hickeys are against the whole point of their fuckbuddy situation.
Jungkook doesn’t reply, swallowing his saliva.
Taehyung, playing with his nipples with one of his hands, rolling the nub between his fingers, groans. “Y’know, my nipples are really sensitive right now,” Taehyung says, pulling Jungkook forward by the hand and rubbing the palm of Jungkook’s hand over his nipples. Jungkook’s hand, slightly smaller than his own, feels different. Not coarser, but the kind of touch that has electricity running through both their bodies. The type that has both him and Jungkook squirming, undeniably turned on.
“What do you want me to do?” Jungkook asks, and Taehyung can see Jungkook’s dick hardening again.
Taehyung leads Jungkook’s hand down. “Touch me, Jungkookie,” Taehyung says, moving into position between Jungkook’s legs. “Touch me while I touch myself, while I think of you.”
Wrapping a hand around his cock, Taehyung waits for Jungkook to follow. Taehyung’s breath hitches in his throat when Jungkook’s hands encompass his own, jerking Taehyung off at the slow pace he’s set. “Ah, Jungkook,” Taehyung pants, wetting his bottom lip. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Upon Taehyung reaching his climax, he leans his head on Jungkook’s shoulder, his cum spraying over their hands, his thighs. Taehyung moans into Jungkook’s skin, tilting his head so that his mouth is against Jungkook’s neck. He breathes in Jungkook’s scent, the smell lulling him into a false sense of security.
Because although Taehyung’s heat subsides when he cums, the heat comes back, full-force, raging and leaving him aching the second he thinks the heat is gone. He’s exhausted, and he tells Jungkook this, lips pressed against Jungkook’s neck.
“How about you lie on your back and I can fuck you like that?” Jungkook says. When Taehyung nods, giving him an okay sign, Jungkook helps Taehyung lie down, pushing his legs up by his thighs as he aligns his cock with Taehyung’s hole. “How do you want it, baby? Slow and steady? Fast and furious?”
Taehyung grins despite the lethargy settling into his bones, a result of how good a fuck he had just had. “Fast and furious,” Taehyung answers, wrapping his arms around Jungkook’s neck. “C’mon, Jungkookie. I haven’t got all day.”
After Jungkook pounds Taehyung’s ass like there’s no tomorrow, shooting his load inside his ass this time, they both take a second to recuperate, lying beside each other on the bed. Then they fuck while they’re both on their sides, short and quick thrusts from Jungkook, until they’re so tired that they can barely move anymore. Despite this, Jungkook’s cock is still buried inside Taehyung, the smallest of movements keeping the heat at a manageable distance. It takes hours before Taehyung gains the energy to move out of Jungkook’s embrace so that he can ride Jungkook’s dick once more.
And then when Taehyung says, “I’m sleepy,” yawning and sprawling himself over his bed, Jungkook nods, nuzzling his nose against Taehyung’s skin. Taehyung’s heat has calmed, a barely noticeable presence so long as he’s pressed against Jungkook.
Taehyung closes his eyes, feeling Jungkook’s fingers thread through his hair. He leans in to the gentle touches and he gets it. Kind of. He gets why omegas in heat prefer to seek out alphas, even if the labels of alpha/beta/omega are unnecessary generalisations that heap together people born with certain traits. Taehyung, for one, had never enjoyed being classified as an omega, hence the choice to stop his suppressant medication.
“Hey, Jungkook,” Taehyung mumbles, voice laced with fatigue.
“Hmm?” Jungkook pauses, while Taehyung manoeuvres around to face him.
“Did Jimin come home?” Taehyung asks. He opens his eyes to see Jungkook furrowing his eyebrows. “It’s midnight, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” Jungkook uncurls himself from beside Taehyung and sits up. Wrinkling his nose, reminding Taehyung of a cute bunny, Jungkook replies, “Yeah, I heard Jimin come home. I think he’s in his room. I can go find him if you want? I’ll leave once I know you’re in good hands.”
Taehyung squints at Jungkook, the dark lighting of the room making it hard to make out Jungkook’s expression. “Your hands are fucking fantastic,” Taehyung says, demonstrating by grabbing Jungkook’s hand and pressing his lips to Jungkook’s knuckles. “Unless, oh, wait, you have something on tomorrow? Don’t worry ‘bout me. I’m fine. I just needed to make sure ChimChim got home safe. But he’s probably dying from having to hear us fuck.”
When Jungkook doesn’t say anything, still sitting before him, Taehyung sighs and says, “C’mon, let’s wash up and then we can check up on him.”
Taehyung’s legs are weak from the exertion of their fucking, so he has Jungkook wrap his arms around him, carrying him to the bathroom. Taehyung enters the shower first with Jungkook following after and closing the shower door. Their shower stall isn’t very big, barely able to fit the both of them, yet despite this, he’s comfortable being so close.
Taehyung turns on the taps, yelping as a cold stream of water hits his skin. His back knocks into Jungkook’s chest, and he shoots a sheepish smile at Jungkook. “Sorry,” Taehyung says, letting out a small moan as the water turns warm, while Jungkook bites down on his lip to hide his amusement.
He washes off the dried cum first, unsure of whether it’s his or Jungkook’s but it doesn’t really matter. Then Jungkook begins massaging Taehyung’s scalp, shampooing his hair, and Taehyung gets the brilliant idea of giving Jungkook a blowjob while he’s at it. When they’ve finished, squeaky clean once more, Taehyung turns off the water. Jungkook steps out first, drying himself with a clean towel, using another one to help Taehyung dry off too.
After Taehyung has grabbed a fluffy bathrobe for Jungkook to wear. Taehyung himself slips into a fresh pair of boxers and then heads to Jimin’s room, with Jungkook following like an eager puppy.
Jimin’s already waiting for them at the threshold of his room, opening the door when they arrive, an eyebrow raised. Jimin’s a beta, and doesn’t get affected by Taehyung’s heats as an alpha might, which, among many other reasons, makes their whole living together arrangement work. “You guys hungry? I can order something. I’m sure the fried chicken a few blocks away is still delivering, even at this hour,” Jimin says, crossing his arms over his shirtless chest. Behind him, Taehyung spies an open laptop and a mess of papers on his desk.
“Huh, now that you mention it, I could definitely eat a whole bucket load of chicken,” Taehyung replies, curiosity piqued when Jimin’s eyes stray to meet Jungkook’s. Taehyung glances between the two, wondering what they have to say to each other, but when nothing is said, Taehyung drapes himself over Jungkook’s shoulders, grinning. Having Jungkook in such a close proximity, breathing in his scent, has Taehyung’s heat flaring again, a brief flicker which has him asking Jimin, “So, uh, do you have any lube?”
“Lube? Don’t you already—oh.” Understanding settles on Jimin’s face, and then he laughs. “Oh my god, wait, is Jungkookie gonna be taking it up the ass?”
“I am…?” Jungkook’s surprised too, but no part of him shows any signs of hostility towards the idea. Jungkook begins turning to face Taehyung, so Taehyung takes the opportunity to quickly press a kiss to his cheek.
“I want to,” Taehyung says, a whine in his words. He nuzzles Jungkook’s cheek, and Jungkook relents, unable to resist Taehyung’s aegyo.
“It’s in the bathroom,” Jimin says, interrupting them, voice still laced with the vestiges of his laughter. “In one of the drawers somewhere. Oh my god, I can’t wait to tell the hyungs about this.”
Jungkook bristles, frowning, but pats at Taehyung’s butt, which Taehyung takes as his cue to go and fetch the lube. There’s nothing that suggests they’re going to claw each other’s eyes out, so Taehyung leaves them be, overhearing Jimin say, “You scent-marked him?”
Taehyung rifles through the contents of the bathroom drawers, finding the tube in record speed. He checks the back, reading over the labels multiple times just in case he accidentally confuses it for hair gel. His heat pulls at him, reminding him of what or who he should be doing, and so he hurries back to Jimin’s room to drag Jungkook back to bed with him.
In the hallway, Taehyung pauses upon overhearing another sliver of their conversation.
Jimin says, “—doesn’t date alphas, you know that right?”
“I know,” Jungkook says, sighing. It’s unusual to hear Jungkook sounding so defeated.
“He’s only going to break your heart,” Jimin continues, and Taehyung wonders who they’re talking about.
Jungkook replies, “Maybe I want him to.”
Taehyung jumps into movement again, reaching them at the same time as they both turn to face him. Neither Jungkook nor Jimin act too surprised to see him. Right. No element of surprise. They could definitely smell him, or at least, Jungkook’s prominent scent on him.
“Who does Jungkookie have a crush on?” Taehyung asks, glancing between the two. When he gets no reply, their expressions giving nothing away, Taehyung pouts and says, “You won’t let me in on the secret? I can, contrary to popular belief, keep some things hush-hush.” Sliding his arm around Jungkook’s shoulders and pulling him in, Taehyung grins. “And, as your hyung, I promise I’ll make them fall for you! I can even be your reference to your performance in bed. Eleven out of ten, would recommend.”
Jimin shakes his head, eyes crinkling in amusement. “Look, you two go fuck it out or whatever. I’m going to go order some chicken. I need some food to keep me company on the all-nighter I’m pulling too.”
“Thanks, bro,” Taehyung replies, winking. “And if we get too loud, head to Yoongi hyung’s place.”
“Choke on dick,” Jimin retorts, wheeling around and heading back to his work.
Taehyung tries not to cackle too loud as he replies, “I already did! And it was great, wasn’t it, Jungkookie?” He jumps up on Jungkook’s back for a spontaneous piggy-back ride, returning to the bedroom.
The strangest thing that happens that night isn’t an omega fucking an alpha. Instead, it’s nearing three in the morning when Taehyung’s heat dissipates, and yet.
Taehyung curls into Jungkook’s embrace, sliding his fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his eyes. “Who do you like?” remains a question unbidden on his lips. Jungkook doesn’t owe him an answer, nor is Taehyung privy to asking, even if it may be the cause for their mutually beneficial arrangement to end.
“If you feel uncomfortable, tell me,” Jungkook says, distracting Taehyung from his thoughts.
Taehyung blinks, closing his eyes when Jungkook presses a kiss to his lips. He doesn’t tell Jungkook to stop, not even if every kiss seems far more intimate than fucking around in bed. Jungkook kisses like he’s letting out all his frustrations and desires into the licks of his tongue against Taehyung’s, and Taehyung kisses back with just as much fire.
When Jungkook stops, licking his lips and looking nervous, Taehyung cups Jungkook’s face, a warm smile on his face.
Playing with fire is dangerous, Taehyung knows. But when he’s in Jungkook’s arms, even if he’s set aflame with every touch, he wants to burn. He wants the danger, wants what he knows can’t last.
Taehyung draws Jungkook in and kisses him again.