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Renjun was well aware of the rumors of what lurks in these woods.
But if there’s one thing Renjun is not, it is -
“Scared ?” Chenle teases, leaning over their ramshackle table, his voice tinged with mirth.
Renjun’s lip curls at the accusation. “Of course not. I said I’d go, didn’t I?”
Their grandmother had fallen ill just days before. She lived all by her lonesome, in a house deep in the wood surrounding their village. Their father had taken her into the village physician that morning, and their mother followed suit with firm instructions for her boys to care to her home in the meantime.
The basket they had prepared sat in the middle of the table - piled high with clean linens, a pouch of dried herbs picked by Jisung himself, and a cloth covered pot of broth. Their grandmother would likely not return home tonight, but Chenle had prepared the broth so ardently Renjun didn’t have the heart to tell him so. It was agreed that Renjun would make the journey, there and back tonight. Jisung and Chenle would stay behind, finish their housework and wait for their parents’ return.
It was already getting quite late, the sun just starting to dip below the clouds, and he was about to leave when Jisung had spoken up with a wavery voice:
“Renjun… What about the wolves?”
Jisung’s warnings fell on deaf ears. Chenle’s too, though he brought it up for less well-intentioned reasons. His teasing smirk never left even as Renjun stood from the table, going to slip on his boots. Renjun was too old to believe in legends of were-wolves, predators that could disguise themselves as human. Too old to fall for tales of trickery, of humans falling prey to their deceitful ways.
So, no. He was not scared .
He tugs his cloak from their wardrobe, a red velvet cloth that he drapes over his shoulders and hair. A gift from his grandmother, hand-sewn and distinctive - It’s thick, warm enough to protect him from the chill he knows will set in as the sun sets. The lantern only provides so much warmth.
“Are you sure you don’t want us to come with you?” Jisung asks, quiet, as he steps forward to tie Renjun’s cloak dutifully beneath his chin. His fingers linger on the crimson velvet, patting out the wrinkles in a pattern that Renjun recognizes immediately as a nervous tic. “I-I can go alongside you, you really shouldn’t go out alone, the wolves-”
Renjun reaches up to grasp onto the back of Jisung’s hand, gently prying his fingers from the fabric. “There are no wolves in these woods. I will be perfectly fine on my own, Jisung-ie. It’s only half a league from the village. I’ll be back before you know it, hm?” Renjun squeezes his hand, presses a firm kiss to the back of it, and then steps back.
Chenle stands just in the doorway, holding out the basket and lantern for Renjun to take. “The wolves won’t care to eat him, anyways,” he snickers in Jisung’s direction, and Renjun snatches the items from his hands with a bit more force than necessary, baring his teeth his way as he leaves the home without another word, setting off towards the well worn trail into the woods.
“Make sure to stay on the path, Junnie!”
~
Renjun had made this journey hundreds of times. He knew these woods like the back of his hand, day or night.
His family lived on the outskirts of the village so he had spent much of his childhood exploring there, amongst the trees and flower fields surrounding his grandmother’s home. It was why, despite the fact he had never traveled here alone and rumors and tales of deadly wolves were growing by the day, he had no issue going alone. It would be nice to get some peace and quiet anyhow.
However… the woods seemed different today.
Renjun was probably feeling off from the knowledge that his grandmother was ill, but every step deeper into the wood set off a jolt of something deep in his gut, a sense of wrongness. He does his best to ignore it, to focus instead on the heavy weight of the basket thumping against his side with each step and the sound of brush under his feet.
He’s perhaps halfway to his grandmother’s cabin when he hears the snap of a branch, heavy and echoing off to the right of the path, amongst the trees. Renjun’s steps falter despite himself and he can’t help but turn towards the noise, scanning through the greenery for the source.
He sees nothing but the billowing of leaves through the wind, the tangling of branches across the horizon. Renjun frowns, steels himself, and continues on. His steps a bit quicker, heartbeat a bit faster, but he will not let himself be led astray by childish, paranoid stories; he knows these woods, he knows there are no wolves-
Another snap.
Behind him this time, the sound even closer. Renjun whirls around, basket clutched to his chest, and sees… nothing.
But he had definitely heard something. He spins, cloak billowing around him as he searches amongst the dense trees, scanning for the source. Nothing was out of place - thick forest surrounded him on all sides, their dense canopies blocking most of the mid-afternoon sun and casting shadows onto the forest floor. His vision was limited - It could have been a deer, frightened by his presence, or a branch falling from a tree. There was a perfectly natural explanation, surely, though he hadn’t seen or heard any wildlife since he entered the wood, not the fleeting sight of a rabbit, not the trilling caw of a bird.
He should really keep moving. He was too close to turn back now, but his feet remained still, and his confidence betrayed him. He cleared his throat, a sound already too loud for the too-quiet forest.
“Hello?” Renjun calls, fingers tightening on the handle of his basket. He’s not afraid to use it, Chenle’s broth be damned. His grandmother would understand. “I know you’re there, so come out!”
His shouts echo off the trees, loud and hollow and for a moment Renjun feels stupid - of course there’s no one out here, how silly if anyone were to have heard him.
And then a figure steps out onto the path, still shrouded in the shadow of the tree above it.
Renjun skitters back, a gasp catching on his lips. “Wh-Who are you? What are you doing out here?”
Silence. Sweat beads on the back of Renjun’s neck and he tears off the hood of his cloak to better see the figure, the man in front of him.
It takes a step forward and Renjun grasps onto the lantern, lifting it off of the basket and holding it forward. “I said, who are you! Don’t come any closer!”
It continues to creep forward, steps eerily silent over the damp rot of the forest floor. “H-Hey, seriously-”
Renjun’s voice cuts out mid sentence as the figure - the boy - steps just into view from the shadows, into the dappled light casting down from the trees. His eyes adjust, but before the recognition can come to him the boy speaks, his voice low and gentle.
“... Renjun? Is that you?”
Lee Jeno .
Renjun doesn’t know him well. The Lee family lives just on the outskirts of their village, on the opposite side of his own home. They’ve come across each other in passing more often than not, at the markets and during lessons, so Renjun only really knows of him. He’s quiet, but kind. Beautiful in a beguiling sort of way, where even the sight of his face has Renjun relaxing. Seeing a familiar face this deep in the wood is as jarring as it is comforting, but he still gets the feeling that Jeno is no danger to him. Relief crashes over him and he lets out a frantic, startled laugh.
“Oh, my…” Renjun breathes out, clutching a hand to his chest. “ Jeno . I thought…” He trails off, Jisung and Chenle’s voices ringing out like warning bells in his head before he shakes them away. “Gods. Where did you come from?”
“I apologize if I frightened you,” Jeno bows low at the waist and Renjun finds himself flushing an embarrassed pink at the sight, at the memory of his own dramatics just moments earlier. “I saw you walking, I wasn’t sure how to get your attention without…” he pauses, offering a vague gesture. “Making a little noise. I didn’t expect to see anyone else this deep in the wood.”
Renjun steps further into Jeno’s space, seeking a familiar presence with his heart still beating a bit too fast. “Ah… Yes, I’m going to visit my grandmother. She’s fallen ill.”
Jeno peeks up at his words, still bent over in a bow. “... Your grandmother? She lives out here?”
“Mm,” Renjun nods, jerking his chin to the side. “Down the path, beneath the oak trees, about a quarter league farther on. I’m bringing something for her.” He lifts the basket still clutched tight in his grip, his palm red from the straw indenting into his skin.
Jeno straightens, his gaze sliding from Renjun’s face to the path behind him, trailing off into the woods. He doesn’t speak for a moment, just stares off into the trees, before he finally returns his gaze to Renjun and offers a polite smile.
“All by yourself? That’s very kind of you,” Jeno praises, his smile stretching a bit too wide across his lips. It seems a little too practiced, stiff and out of place. That tinge of wrongness Renjun felt upon entering the forest returns as he watches him, and Renjun finds himself swallowing nervously even as Jeno takes a step back.
“Well, I should be off,” Jeno interrupts his reverie, glancing back into the dense forest, off the side of the trail. “It’ll take less time to cut through here than to take the path. I hope your grandmother heals well, Renjun-ah.”
He turns away, and just before Renjun can lose him in the dying light he has a fleeting thought that sinks like a stone into his core. He calls out for him just as he steps into the treeline, his eyes narrowing. “Wait. Why are you here?”
Jeno’s face goes white and he stills, head spinning over his shoulder to meet Renjun’s gaze once more. “Uh… Huh?”
“I’ve told you why I’m here. You haven’t told me why you’re out in the middle of the woods, just before sunset.” He trails his gaze down Jeno’s person, down and back up again. “No provisions. No satchel. You’re wearing slippers .”
“Oh…” Jeno trails off for a moment, glancing down at his mules like he forgot they were even on, kicking at a rock beneath their feet. His thin linen shirt and trousers look even more out of place now that Renjun can feel the chill of the setting sun set in, wind biting at his exposed skin.
“I just needed some fresh air,” he murmurs after a moment, wide eyes lifting back up to meet Renjun’s. “I guess I wandered a bit too far, huh?”
His tone sounds almost regretful. Jeno smiles then, this time the curl of his lips disarming in a puppy-dog-like way that has the tension in Renjun’s shoulders dissolving, even if just a bit. He feels guilty, all of a sudden - he’s let his brothers’ comments get to him, he thinks. There’s no reason he should be suspicious of someone like Jeno .
Renjun huffs out a laugh, his chin dropping to his chest. “My apologies. My grandmother’s illness must have me on edge. I didn’t mean to act so hostile.”
Jeno hums in response, placating. “That’s alright. But I should be off… You’ll do best to be careful out here, Renjun-ah.” He moves to leave, smoothly stepping backwards over the gnarled root of a tree. “You’ve heard the stories, haven’t you? Of the wolves?”
Renjun blinks. There’s something in Jeno’s tone, in the ease he blindly slips into the woods. “I’ve heard. I don’t get in the habit of believing in fairytales,” he finally says, staring down the lean lines of Jeno’s body as he turns off the path, into the thicket of trees. The boy’s steps don’t falter but he does cast one last glance over his shoulder. Renjun smiles, challenging.
Jeno doesn’t respond, but Renjun sees the glint of his teeth as his smile is returned - just before the boy disappears into the trees.
~
Renjun makes it to his grandmother’s just as the sun sets.
His meeting with Jeno had derailed him, held him up for much longer than he intended, and he curses under his breath as he finally steps onto the wooden porch of the cabin, stumbling slightly in the dark. He lit his lantern not long after he and Jeno parted ways but the flame is weak, just barely casting enough light to see the indent of the step up to her door.
He finally makes his way up and as he leans forward to slip the key from beneath the doormat he pauses, his eyes adjusting in the dark.
The door is ajar.
He straightens almost immediately.
He tries to rationalize it in his head - perhaps his parents had been a bit frantic in getting their grandmother to the village physician, and hadn't focused on making sure the door was shut. Perhaps the door was just so old it didn’t seal properly. There were a million reasons why, but Renjun had had enough of rationalizations tonight.
Really, he should just turn around. Forget the basket, forget this whole journey. But it was too late - it was fully dark now, any trace of sunlight hidden by the trees, and he had already made it so far.
“Just go inside,” Renjun mutters to himself, tightening his grip on the basket once more. “Don’t be such a child .”
And with that he pushes the door open, the wood creaking loud into the echoing empty space, and steps inside.
It’s quiet. He sets the basket down just inside the door as he walks in, eyes scanning the room. His lantern still doesn’t do much, barely casting a circle of light in front of him as he steps into his grandmother’s home. For all the fear thrumming through him nothing seems to be out of place. Even so he can’t rid himself of that feeling that something is off - that whatever it may be was inside this house right now, just out of sight.
He continues on, down the familiar hallway. His grandmother’s bedroom is just at the end, and once again the door sits ajar, a sliver of space that Renjun’s eyes lock onto immediately.
He’ll just look, he thinks. Nothing will be there, not really. He just needs to ease his paranoia.
But when he pushes the door open, he almost loses his grip on the lantern.
Something - some one is laid out across his grandmother’s bed, large and swathed in shadows and faint moonlight from the window just above. Long legs, much longer than his grandmother’s would be, stretch out beneath the quilt and out the other side, hanging off the end of the bed. The light from Renjun’s lantern just barely breaches the perimeter of the room but he can see the faint silhouette of a strangely familiar pair of slippers, crusted with dried moss and dirt.
Renjun’s first instinct should be to run but he takes a hesitant step inside the room, eyes continuing to travel up the bed. Large hands - much larger than his grandmother’s, clutch the quilt just below the chin, and the silvery moonlight casts enough glow that Renjun can see just how long the nails are, sharp and tapered and strange. Inhuman, almost.
He can’t stop moving closer despite himself. He soon finds himself at the foot of the bed, staring down at a familiar head of short black hair, and… Gods , those are ears. Genuine, pointed-tip wolf ears sticking out from the mop of hair, twitching and flickering with every breath Renjun takes.
He should be afraid, he realizes belatedly, as he watches the boy - the wolf - pretend to sleep in his grandmother’s bed. He had been afraid moments earlier, had been afraid since he stepped into the forest earlier that afternoon. But now, staring down at him, he almost wants to laugh - Jeno is the big scary wolf terrorizing the townsfolk?
“ Halmeoni ?” Renjun calls out, a smile teasing the corners of his lips. “I didn’t know you were home already. Are you feeling better?”
Jeno cracks one eye open, meeting Renjun’s gaze across the bed. He keeps his expression carefully blank, and eventually Jeno lets out a noise of affirmation, his voice slightly pitched up. He can’t hold back the smile now.
He moves to round the bed. “Oh my,” Renjun drawls, floorboards creaking under his slow footsteps forward. The wolf doesn’t move, but Renjun can see the perk of its ears, the way they swivel nervously back and forth in anticipation. Listening. “You’re looking better already, halmeoni … Though, I’ve never noticed what big ears you have.”
He’s right next to Jeno now, bent at the waist slightly as he leans over him, eyes trailing over his face. Even in the dark he can see him better here, see the glint in his too-wide eyes, the sharpness of his teeth where his mouth parts to breathe in Renjun’s closeness.
“What large hands… What a terribly big mouth,” he whispers, unable to stop himself from reaching forward, fingers coming to rest on the plush of Jeno’s bottom lip. Jeno’s eyes flicker up to meet his own, unabashed and unguarded as Renjun presses his mouth open further. Pliant.
“Are you not afraid?” Jeno breathes out, warm breath ghosting against Renjun’s hand. He can see the rows of sharpened teeth now, those unmistakable animal-sharp canines and meat-cleaving incisors, and while they should feel like a threat Renjun only feels a strange spark of desire in his chest.
Renjun laughs, slips two of his fingers inside of Jeno’s mouth, between those curved canines. “I told you. I’m not in the habit of believing in fairytales.”
And with that he swings a leg up and over Jeno’s waist, planting his knees on either side of the wolf’s hips and leans forward to replace his fingers with his mouth.
Jeno gasps into the contact, loud and Renjun takes advantage of his open mouth to lick inside. He tastes of earth and wild game and the slightest tang of iron and Renjun chases the taste, eagerly licking along the planes of his teeth, his fangs . His hands travel greedily across Jeno’s chest, sliding underneath the buttons of his linen and popping them effortlessly open as he travels lower.
“ Mm , wh-” Renjun breaks away for air and Jeno tries to speak, to protest perhaps, but Renjun reaches a hand up into Jeno’s hair and strokes a finger just down the inside of one of his ears. The reaction is instantaneous, a broken cry tearing from his throat as his body jerks up beneath Renjun’s.
“ Oh ? You like that?” Renjun outright giggles, delighted at how reactive Jeno is. “Everyone in the village is so terrified of you. They say you’re a big, bad wolf…” He repeats the action on Jeno’s other ear, and as it twitches beneath his fingernail so do Jeno’s hips, jerky and searching beneath Renjun for some sort of friction.
“You don’t scare me,” Renjun whispers, meeting Jeno’s gaze where he stares up desperately from underneath him, panting and wide-eyed and looking nothing like the wolf he is. “You’re nothing but a dog , Lee Jeno. I think you need to be put in your place.”
Renjun climbs off of Jeno just enough to remove his grandmother’s quilt, tossing that to the side as he climbs down the bed, nudges his way into the vee of Jeno’s parted legs.
He’s impatient - he’s been on edge since he left home, brimming over with anxiety and it’s all spilling over now into the suddenly willing body below him. Jeno, for all his bravado striding into his grandmother’s house like this, to trick him, to eat him, can do nothing more than lie back now as Renjun tears into the thin fabric of his trousers, tugging them hastily down his thighs and ripping the seams in the process.
Something out of the corner of his eye makes him freeze.
He can’t see much in the still dark room but he swears he sees a flicker of something moving just to the left of Jeno’s hips now that his pants are gone, and Renjun reaches blindly for it.
His hands wrap around something thick and warm - wiry fur tickles the inside of his palm as it flicks restlessly even in Renjun’s loose grip, to the rhythm of Jeno’s panting breaths.
“Is this your tail, puppy?” Renjun gasps into the night air, tugging sharply at the appendage.
The noise Jeno lets out is guttural, animal-like and Renjun can only watch in awe as he writhes beneath him.
“R-Renjun,” Jeno gasps out, clawed hands digging into the mattress below him, tearing parallel lines down his grandmother’s linens. “Please…”
“I think this must have been why you followed me here,” Renjun says in lieu of a response, releasing his grip on Jeno’s tail to grasp onto the waistband of his undergarments instead. He tugs at the fabric, less frantic than he had with his pants, and watches with bated breath as his hardness is exposed to the night air. It slaps up wetly against his stomach, and it’s hard to tell in the dark but it looks… different. Bigger. Thick and long and flared at the base in such a way that has his stomach twisting in anticipation.
“Oh my,” Renjun giggles, gaze flickering up through his lashes to meet Jeno’s, that lust-blown expression. “And what a big cock you have as well!”
Renjun leans forward on his knees and laves his tongue up the length of it.
Jeno cries out again, hips jerking up involuntarily into Renjun’s face, to the hot trail of his tongue. Renjun is quick to press him down to the mattress with a firm hand on his hips.
“This is why you followed me, isn’t it?” Renjun continues, lips parted against the shaft of Jeno’s cock, whispering against the velvet-hot skin. “You don’t want to eat me. You want to knot me.”
He doesn’t wait for a response - he sucks the head of Jeno’s cock between his lips and swallows.
He wonders if he’s completely rendered Jeno speechless - another strangled cry tears from his lips, hips jerking up into the plush heat of Renjun’s mouth as he sinks down the length of him.
Jeno’s tail curls up around his side and Renjun can feel the thump of it wagging against his shoulders as he swallows him down, as far as he can without choking. The hand not holding Jeno’s hips still slides up his thighs to grasp him at the base, fingers wrapping tight around the area his mouth can’t cover. Jeno’s cock is so big, so inhuman that his lips stretch obscenely even with how little he’s able to take into his mouth, and when he feels the twitch of Jeno’s hips attempting to sink deeper he pulls off with a sickly squelch and squeezes him tight, meanly at the base.
Jeno practically howls , back arching tight up off of the mattress and tail going taut against his side.
“Greedy,” Renjun bites out, giving another mean twist of his fingers at the thick base of Jeno’s cock, holding him still - like a leash, he thinks to himself. “You think you can just take whatever you’d like. A dog like you needs an owner, Jeno.”
At the implication Jeno growls, low and heady but Renjun silences him with another lave of his tongue across his length, releasing his leash-like grip. The growl tapers off into a low whine and Renjun beams, ecstatic to find that he’s so easy to appease, to control. Again, he thinks - this whiny dog is what has been terrorizing his village? How laughable.
He would like to torment him more, very much enjoying the sight of this creature, this hybridized version of the Jeno he thought he knew writhing below him, but it really is getting much too late. He promised to return home tonight, so he’ll have to save the teasing for another time. He tugs his own trousers down unceremoniously, kicking them off to the side as he moves to crawl up Jeno’s torso, caging the wolf between his knees once more.
“Whu - Huh?” Jeno slurs below him, weak protests fading off into a grunt as Renjun lets his full body weight fall down onto the throbbing length of him, bare skin to bare skin. “Oh. Renjun, please… ”
Renjun’s lips curl into a smirk and he bears his weight down a bit more just to hear the choked gasp that Jeno lets out at the sensation. “Yes, pup?”
“Ple… Please , let me,” Jeno cries, his clawed hands sliding up to grip at the trim of Renjun’s waist. He can feel the sharp points digging into the plush of his lower back and he should shy away from the feeling, from the predation of it, but he finds himself pressing back into it, his core throbbing at the pinpricks of pain that radiate out from the contact. “Want you, want to - mmh !”
Renjun lifts his hips up and away just as Jeno thrusts upward, a desperate attempt to sheathe himself inside. “Ah-ah,” Renjun warns, reaching below himself to grasp Jeno tight at the base once more, holding him steady. A pathetic whine slips from his lips, from between those sharp teeth. “ Down . Good dogs listen to their owners.”
And even as another growl rumbles in Jeno’s chest at the words he lets his hips sink back into the mattress, guided by Renjun’s hand.
He’s perfect.
An apex predator, capable of overtaking Renjun faster than he could blink, and yet he’s completely at his mercy, blinking up at him with big, watery eyes. He really is just a dog. Pathetic and begging, tail thumping dully against the mattress in anticipation.
Renjun takes mercy on him. He lifts himself up higher on his knees, positions the head of Jeno’s cock at his slick entrance, and sinks down.
The groan that Renjun lets out is overpowered, overtaken by the howl that escapes Jeno’s lips - keening and animalistic. The grip on his hips tightens and the sting he feels as his claws break skin have Renjun keening now, mouth falling open into a desperate gasp as he slides down, slow and tortuous.
The hood of Renjun’s cloak falls as his head tips back, and before he can do it himself he hears more than feels the sharp click of Jeno’s claws as they slide up from his waist and slice through the knot beneath his chin, sending the red fabric tumbling down to the bed below.
“Jeno, Jeno ,” Renjun pants out, thighs trembling as he bears down, and how has he not bottomed out yet, oh my Gods …
Jeno’s ears twitch against the pillow, fur mussed from his squirming against the sheets, but they stand at attention with the call of his name. “Renjun,” Jeno responds, his voice a low growl in his throat. “ O-Oh … You’re - mm , taking me so well…”
The words wash over Renjun, warm and pleasured, and he finally seats himself fully down, plush of his ass and thighs cupped by Jeno’s thickly muscled torso. “Yeah,” Renjun breathes out, giving an experimental circle of his hips, adjusting to the feeling of being so full, so stretched around him. “W-What a good boy.”
Jeno’s protesting whine chokes out into a whiny moan as Renjun starts to rock his hips, lifting just barely on his knees before slamming back down, the slick of his pussy dripping out and squelching nasty and wet between them.
Renjun plants his hands square on Jeno’s chest and leans down, the movement of his hips never stilling even as he whispers, “Why’d you come all the way here, pup? Why not just take me in the woods?”
Jeno’s hips kick involuntarily at the question and Renjun gasps at the sharp pressure of his cock reaching even deeper inside.
Jeno can’t seem to find an answer, mouth opening and closing uselessly with each rock of Renjun’s hips, every clench of his insides around him. “I - ungh - R-Renj- ah- “
“My halmeoni ,” Renjun growls out, interrupting Jeno’s stuttering defense. He ducks his face low into the sweat slick divot of Jeno’s neck and shoulder and laves his tongue against it, over the point where his pulse beats heavy and racing beneath his skin. “Were she here, would you have eaten her? Is that why you were here, lying in her bed - were you trying to trick me?”
Jeno’s pulse kicks up beneath the suction of Renjun’s lips and he lets out a whine, loud and drawn out against the shell of Renjun’s ear. “N-No, I-“
“Would you have eaten me?” Renjun continues, all too aware of his proximity to Jeno’s mouth, to that predatory mouth of wolf teeth just inches away from his neck. “I bet I’d taste good, don’t you think so?”
A long, drawn out groan escapes Jeno’s lips and he thrusts heavy into Renjun, the strength behind it momentarily overpowering him and knocking the boy off balance just enough that Jeno is able to gain control. Renjun is helpless to do more than latch onto Jeno’s biceps, clutching onto him as the wolf fucks into him hard and relentless.
“A-Ah, Jeno !” Renjun shouts, eyes squeezing shut and head tipping back, baring his neck involuntarily. Jeno’s cock is reaching places inside him he never knew was possible, and he can already tell he’s not going to last. Even so he attempts to meet the animalistic thrusts halfway, grinding deep down onto the cock below him. “So deep, pup, fuck .”
Jeno growls below him, diving forward and tucking his face into the exertion-warmed skin at the base of Renjun’s neck, teeth bared but not exposed. Renjun can feel the cool slickness of them against his skin, can sense the danger behind them, and still he doesn’t stop, can’t stop.
“Gonna knot me?” Renjun asks then, dropping his chin and panting the words into Jeno’s hair. “That’s what you want, right?” He pants, turning his cheek until his lips brush the shell of Jeno’s wolf-ear, fur tickling his chin.
“Show me what you’ve got, big bad wolf ,” Renjun giggles, just as his teeth close around the cartilage.
He feels the warm spill of Jeno’s come inside of him the same time the wolf lunges out from the hollow of his neck and sinks his teeth deep into the meat of Renjun’s shoulder.
Renjun’s body seizes up as a wave of pleasure travels down his spine, to his core, to the junction where Jeno grinds up into him. He comes with a shout, clenching tight around him and riding out his release to the throbbing pulse of Jeno’s teeth in his muscle. Watery release trickling down his thighs in tandem with the blood spilling from the canines in his flesh.
Renjun is so sated, half-awake and blinking lazily as Jeno’s tongue licks over his bite, cleaning the mess of red and reminiscing. He hardly notices when Jeno’s cock starts to swell. It’s only when it catches, a sharp pinprick stretch that has him jolting up out from Jeno’s arms, staring down at where they connect - where Jeno’s knot is swelling into him, locking them tight.
“… You actually have a knot?” Renjun chokes out, letting out an involuntary squeal as Jeno readjusts himself, settling Renjun better on his lap. The stretch is unreal, so much more than before, and he takes panting breaths to accommodate, his entire core aching from the pressure.
Jeno’s tongue pauses its ministrations and he leans back a bit to scan Renjun’s face. He finally raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “Well, yes. I’m a wolf .”
Well… Renjun supposes he’s right. It isn’t even the strangest thing he’s experienced tonight, even if it is the biggest. Even so he tugs at Jeno’s tail in warning, smiling at the yip that Jeno lets out in response. “Watch your tone, pup.”
~
Chenle and Jisung bombard him the moment he steps through the threshold of their home, simultaneous reprimands for being out too late and frantic inquiries of what had held him up so long. But Renjun is sore, and sated, and all he can do is offer an apologetic smile as his brothers surround him.
“I did make it to halmeoni ’s,” he cuts into their incessant babbling, eyes flickering out to the open window. “I just… had to take care of something on the way.”
“Something ? You saw something?” Jisung perks up, his eyes blowing wide as he rushes up to him, grasping at his elbow. “It was a wolf, wasn’t it? I told you-”
“And I’ve told you , Jisung, there are no wolves in these woods,” Renjun tsks, reaching below his chin to untie his red cloak, hanging it inside the wardrobe once more. Loose strands dangle from the inner lining, the remnants of Jeno’s frenzied, clawed disrobing. He smiles despite himself.
“It was no wolf. Just a dog.”