distilled unwavering: 4/39
Title: With odds stacked against us (wanna be with you)
Summary: A lot can happen in the time they have left here in high school. (a/b/o au; krisho)
word count: 3,452 words
a/n: pwp 2. Sometimes I look at these things and can’t believe I wrote them. How did this happen? Again I acknowledge this is all really unconventional and weird and that I'm probably gonna get a weird reputation, but like. Here we go anyway.
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Yifan has had sudden heats before - hell, practically all the time. If he gets a day’s warning with the heavy pheromones - sure yeah, it’s embarrassing as hell, but it’s also helpful. But most times, his heats drop from out of nowhere and slam his life off schedule. And sometimes these sudden heats surprise him in new and exciting ways.
(Really, only since Junmyeon has come along.)
So Yifan is waking up to Junmyeon sleepily rutting against his leg, in the midst of a heat that apparently started in the middle of the night. The heat is clenching around his lungs, making it hard to breathe in anything but needy pants. Junmyeon isn’t awake yet, his body is only responding to Yifan’s.
Shit, Yifan thinks, going from bleary to frantic in no time flat. This is probably (definitely) an inevitable outcome from them deciding to have sleepovers at Junmyeon’s place. This is exactly why they lie about them - Yifan’s mom isn’t dumb and ever since their first tryst, sure she still trusts Junmyeon (probably because while his scent lingered, there weren’t any telltale scents of heat sex, and that means something when it comes to the two of them) but like hell she’ll ever let them hang out for hours behind closed doors when Yifan’s heat scents are wafting into the rest of the house again. That first time was a gift, a freebie that she looks the other way on. If it happens again where she can see or smell it, Yifan is pretty sure there’ll start being long talks and restrictions and a grounding or two.
This current situation is a pretty good indication of why her stance isn't unfounded or unreasonable.
But still, Yifan is grateful that they’re at Junmyeon’s house, because this isn’t as incriminating or embarrassing as it could be. And Yifan isn’t going to have to wake Junmyeon up and direct him to the nearest bathroom and tell him to leave the house after he takes care of his clearly growing hard-on. Because Junmyeon’s parents are loving but busy and are constantly traveling on business trips.
Of course, this is still embarrassing because Yifan is groaning under the weight of his heat, eyes fluttering close as the rhythmic but sleepy thrusts Junmyeon grinds into his leg.
Junmyeon slowly comes to as well, and Yifan knows it because Junmyeon’s face is pressed against his collar bone, right where his t-shirt dips. The gentle, level breaths of REM hitch a second before Junmyeon stops grinding against him and makes a sleepy, snuffling noise of confusion that sounds a little bit like, “Mmuh?”
“Sorry,” Yifan whispers as Junmyeon pulls back and takes in how their legs are tangled up from last night’s cuddling, with his growing horror apparent on his face. Yifan feels bad because he’s always doing this, always ruining things with his stupid imbalanced hormones. “I. Just woke up like this.”
“Oh. Oh no.” Junmyeon whispers back, accidentally giving in to another thrust before he catches himself. “Okay, what do you…want to do?”
Yifan shivers. The heat probably started last night, but only just now is getting heavy enough to wake him up with its arousal and need. “I don’t know. I…god, Junmyeon, this one is…”
He can tell already with how heavy and hot it's weighing on him already. It’s going to be bad and long and horribly demanding and. And he really doesn’t need to go making that worst - or at least longer. Honestly they don’t need to be playing this game they're playing where they almost fuck while Yifan is in heat, because it’s a giant set up, a huge game of chicken that one of these days will end in heat fucking and guilt and a baby scare.
But at the same time it’s going to be so bad and getting Junmyeon to fuck him - god, the idea makes Yifan want to claw off his own skin, the mere thought feels so good. And Yifan could do it, could totally do it, could get Junmyeon to fuck him, to finger him, to something.
Junmyeon reaches up between them and carefully, gently and chastely like Junmyeon’s swollen dick isn’t pressed up against Yifan’s thigh, touches Yifan’s face, cradling it in his hand. “Bad? Want me to get you some water?”
Oh no, Yifan thinks as he shudders and the heat suddenly spikes up. This one is going to be really bad, like back in middle school when they first started and he was so far gone that his mom had to put him in her bed and stay home from work and swab down his feverish body with a damp washcloth, feeding him little pieces of ice to keep him hydrated because he couldn’t hold himself upright long enough to drink water.
“Fuck my thigh,” Yifan pants out. “I don’t even know, just. Get yourself off and get me off and then we’ll...I don’t know. I don’t know, we’ll, I don’t know.”
“Call your mom,” Junmyeon says decisively. Clearly he remembers middle school too. “Is it that bad? Are you sure you want - ”
Yifan is already screwed, he doesn’t know how much getting a little taste of what his body craves is going to worsen it. It could take the nauseatingly powerful edge off it, a potential hidden blessing mixed in with the downside of having a longer heat. Said heat is pooling in his belly, pooling between his legs, warming every part of him so much that he’s starting to sweat under his arms.
“I might pass out,” Yifan says, and he isn’t sure if he means if he does or doesn’t have sex. “I don’t know, I’m starting to feel delirious, Junmyeon.”
Junmyeon, in the middle of trying to sit up and untangle them, hears the weak desperation in Yifan’s voice. He stops what he’s doing and leans in to kiss Yifan carefully. “You haven’t had anything to drink since last night. You need water. And then your mom.”
Yifan grabs at Junmyeon blandly, fingers somehow miraculously catching the front of Junmyeon’s pajamas, and he clings. “Okay, but I. Back then when, when I was thirteen and this kept happening and we went to a bunch of doctors,” there is a pang through all of Yifan’s body and he pauses to shudder, and then clings even tighter. “One of them said the release of hormones from heat sex could make it a little more bearable.”
Junmyeon looks just as alarmed as his mom had at that suggestion. Yifan would laugh, if his chest wasn’t constricting like it is. “And yeah, I didn’t ‘cause I was only thirteen and my mom demanded another doctor and other, more plausible solutions,” Yifan’s skin is tingling and his brain is tingling and his cunt is tingling, because of course it is. He’s a mess, what the hell is he even talking about right now? “B-because, you know. Sometimes doctors on this stuff are really wrong and really messed up about all this and… I just. Now, maybe. I… I’m not thirteen anymore.”
He feels stupid with heat, but he also feels like maybe if the two of them do something it’ll help. That’s probably the heat talking, justifying his rationale to get a dick in him. But seriously the doctor said. And it makes sense - sure he’ll be in heat longer, but he’d be satisfying this primal need inside him to just do something.
“Yifan…” Junmyeon sounds doubtful.
“Please,” Yifan whimpers, begging because he feels like he’s on fire and this stage of the heat has only just started and he’s still got to climb to the apex of uncontrollable arousal (and then climb back down) and he’s. It’s going to be long and bad and he’s scared Junmyeon’s going to force them both to behave by going to school and leaving Yifan here to fend for himself. It probably would be better that way, but Yifan’s not thinking rationally about it - and he certainly doesn’t want to be left in this house by himself, struggling to deal with a bad heat.
“Don’t leave me by myself,” Yifan finally says. He can ask for that much. That’s not so bad, he thinks, that Junmyeon can’t offer it.
And Junmyeon looks very intently into Yifan’s eyes. “I’m not going to go anywhere - not for that long. Just downstairs and then I’ll come right back. Please calm down and believe me, okay?”
So Junmyeon gets his way, leaves, and when he comes back it still feels like it’s been a small eternity.
In that time, Yifan has stripped to just his boxer-briefs and is sweating his pheromones-laced sweat all over Junmyeon’s sheets (and Junmyeon might have to burn his room down after this, if he ever wants to get another good night of sleep). There’s a criminal wet spot between his legs, so damp and soaked through that Junmyeon’s eyes linger on the stain left on his fluorescent green underwear.
“Your mom has an early morning conference but she said she’d be here by noon,” Junmyeon says softly as he places a bowl of ice on his bedside dresser with a soft clink. In his other hand is a cup of water with a straw that he carefully holds to Yifan’s lips. Yifan sips and pants and sips some more, a long process before he downs maybe a quarter of the cup. Bless Junmyeon’s patience, Yifan thinks as writhes a little at how the heat scrapes up and down his spine.
“Are you gonna fuck me before then?” Yifan eventually whispers hoarsely. He’s so far gone and he hasn’t even been awake for it for an hour.
Junmyeon smiles sadly and places the cup next to the bowl. “We really have to stop having this conversation when you’re out of your mind with heat. You might give a guy the wrong idea.”
He climbs back in bed with Yifan anyway, and his dick is still swollen and heavy between his legs. Yifan reaches for Junmyeon and easily slips his leg back between Junmyeon’s once he settles.
“Why,” Yifan says quietly, trying to fold himself into Junmyeon’s scent. “You’re my alpha. I’m yours to claim. Fuck me.”
Junmyeon breathes out a long slow exhale. “Yifan… You don’t even believe in those archaic schools of thought. And you know I don’t either.”
He sounds disappointed but he’s humping Yifan’s leg. Yifan wants to explode. His cunt is throbbing and he just…
“I’ve got you, though.” Junmyeon murmurs, hand reaching between them to dip into Yifan’s underwear before Yifan can do it. “You know I’ll take care of you.”
Yifan groans and gushes around Junmyeon’s fingers the second they make contact. Orgasm number one, and this first hour still isn’t even up. This really is going to be bad.
Yifan isn’t sure if he’s manipulated his way here, isn’t sure if Junmyeon believes Yifan’s pleas that doing something sexual can’t make this worse than it already is, isn’t sure if Junmyeon is just as much of a victim to his body sometimes as Yifan nearly almost always is.
But Junmyeon fucks him with two fingers, a constant even as Yifan starts to truly open up. His phallus is curved up, poking a little tent into his boxer-briefs and starting a little circle of wetness where the head is pressed. Junmyeon grinds into Yifan’s leg and doesn’t say anything else for a while.
“I want you,” Yifan stutters out, breathless. “I want… God, the knot hurts right?”
Junmyeon’s trying to catch his breath too. “What, hurts me? Hurts you?”
Yifan laughs, and it sounds hysterical. He’s so wide around Junmyeon’s fingers, but he won’t complain. This is what Junmyeon is deciding to give him. It’s intentional and that kind of silent control, that Yifan will just take what Junmyeon decides to give, it’s got him shivering and happy while reveling in that kind of control.
“I know it’ll hurt me,” Yifan says. He has fantasies about it, has read forums about the burn and stretch and stay of the knot, how it hurts but not too bad if the fit’s right (‘if you’re meant to be’ the more romantic people might say; ‘if you take your time and prep right’ is how the realists put it). With yonic knots, it’s the squeeze of the vagina as it tightens and swells around the cock or phallus, traps it inside and milks as much come out as possible and locks the two together. Yifan sometimes wonders: if Junmyeon had a yonic knot, how would that feel? He knows Junmyeon’s a little less versatile than him (most people are, honestly), but he has a vulva…even if they’ve never talked about how deep it goes, if it knots too. Some alphas don’t have one, can’t knot with it, or just plain don’t like to do it like that. Yifan’s got a phallus that ejaculates and maybe one day they could - like that too, if - if Junmyeon wants and can and -
“Yeah, it’ll hurt you,” Junmyeon breathes out, repeating after Yifan in almost a trance, and he comes, as disarmingly and quietly as he does most other things. Yifan can feel how he’s starting to get thicker than usual immediately after, girth expanding. He’s slowly beginning to knot up. Yifan grinds down a little on Junmyeon’s fingers, as Junmyeon and his multitasking begins to fall apart in slow motion.
Junmyeon sucks in a breath at the slickness dribbling from Yifan down onto his hand, but he tries to keep it together enough to answer Yifan’s question. “Yes, of course the knot hurts me, all that pressure and - ”
Junmyeon is shivering, cock getting thicker pressed up on Yifan’s leg. “ - But it hurts in a good way. Like. Like the buildup before the letdown. The letdown is better for it.”
Yifan has to talk Junmyeon through the knot when it starts to get overwhelming for him. When Junmyeon groans and stills and succumbs, his dick still swelling and now impossibly wide against Yifan.
(Who just. God, comes at imagining that happening inside him.)
“You’re okay,” Yifan says breathily, because honestly he’s barely hanging on by a thread here, too. “One day, one day you’ll do this in me and. And with me slicked up inside it’ll feel better,” Yifan shudders at the thought of it, at how Junmyeon groans at his words, and somehow finds a way to keep talking. “And we can hold on to each other to anchor the pain - god, Junmyeon do you think about that? I think about that. How it’ll feel, your knot in my cunt.”
…And Junmyeon’s right, they really need to …talk about…this tendency they have. That they talk about heat sex like it’s a forthcoming inevitability.
Junmyeon hisses against the swell between his legs, and focuses on fitting another finger (and then another) into Yifan. Yifan, heat still rising, sighs happily at the brief stretch. He’s accommodating it in no time, opening up wider still, and Yifan rolls his hips slowly, driving Junmyeon’s fingers around within him in a clockwise circle.
“Yeah, I think about it too, Yifan,” Junmyeon finally says, quietly, before making a tiny strangled sound in the back of his throat as his knotting plateaus.
“I’ve got you,” Yifan manages to return as Junmyeon continues to fall apart (as Yifan falls apart too, but on a slope that is somehow simultaneously slower and yet faster than Junmyeon’s - or maybe it’s just a longer ordeal).
Junmyeon grunt-cries out as he comes again, and then with that slowly begins to swell back down. Junmyeon ruts through it, carefully and gently, and Yifan fucks himself just as carefully on Junmyeon’s hand (as he’s too distracted to move it on his own). The slowness of it all makes Yifan want to cry in frustration, but he doesn’t. Because Junmyeon will better handle him once it’s time. He just has to hold out.
“Okay,” Junmyeon says after a deep inhale and exhale of air and a final thrust. “Let me really take care of you.”
He slides down the bed and, after carefully pressing gentle hands to Yifan’s hips to resituate him, back flat against the bed, settles between Yifan’s legs while pulling down Yifan’s underwear.
“God,” is all Yifan manages out before Junmyeon goes to work.
He licks Yifan’s wide, wet cunt out so thoroughly and gently that Yifan whines in the back of his throat loudly enough that it sounds like a scream. Junmyeon licks upward towards Yifan’s phallus, briefly stops to gently draw Yifan’s balls into his mouth for just a moment. Then he licks a stripe up Yifan’s phallus too and mouths the head, tongue flicking against the slit. He doesn’t linger long here, goes back to Yifan’s cunt because that is where he is neediest.
Yifan is gushing against him, grinding down against the near-phantom presence of Junmyeon’s flitting tongue. When he whines about it, Junmyeon laughs softly before carefully slipping a crooked finger into Yifan with ease.
Junmyeon is so familiar with Yifan and the sounds he makes and the way his hips move when it's something he likes, he manages to make Yifan come this first time with his mouth alone. Yifan can’t help but whine and buck against Junmyeon’s face and beg for more, and Junmyeon doesn’t seem willing to stop so soon either, hands steadfastly firm on both his thighs. He keeps licking dedicatedly into Yifan - and it’s not really what the heat wants, but Yifan’s not complaining, not yet, is just squirming and gasping as Junmyeon eats him out.
Finally though, Junmyeon seems to come back into his more sensible state of mind. “I’ll stop soon,” Junmyeon whispers into Yifan’s cunt, somewhere around orgasm number three, by now working three of his fingers of one hand into Yifan, and using the other hand to fist Yifan’s phallus. “I’ll have to, or else I’ll end up…”
Yifan is crying now, gasping out tears at how much he feels everything and how he still wants more and more and more.
“Fuck me, please,” Yifan whimpers. “Please, god, Junmyeon, I just, I need it, I - ”
“Shhhh,” Junmyeon shushes him, and it’s not condescending but comforting. “See? I want to. But I can’t. We can’t.”
Are they going to have to rehash this every time they stumble into one of Yifan’s heats together? Because the accidental heat while together thing is bound to keep happening, honestly. “I know,” Yifan groans. “But I want to. I want it.”
Junmyeon keeps shushing him, just quiet nonsensical hums, all while fingering him and jerking him off at the same time. Yifan is completely and totally overstimulated. Occasionally Junmyeon shifts his fingers to the side in order to dip a careful tongue back into Yifan’s cunt, in order to eat him out around his thrusting fingers, and it’s driving Yifan insane.
When Junmyeon gets Yifan to come two more times (it’s not hard, it’s like Yifan’s coming at every little touch and sensation now), he pulls back. Yifan hiccups, choking a little on his tears and the arousal that’s still shaking his body to pieces.
Junmyeon moves around a little until he can lean in and kiss Yifan on the forehead. “I’m going to clean you up a little, and then I’m going to get you some more water - after you finish this glass - and move you to the guest room, okay? And then we’ll wait for your mom to come.”
Yifan sits up as much as he can manage (it’s not much) and presses his sweaty face into the crook of Junmyeon’s equally as sweaty neck. “What’s the point?” He feels like he’s going to die. The desire to get fucked is still lurking deep in his bones - though maybe it isn’t as bad as before. It’s hard for him to tell right now, though.
Junmyeon presses another kiss to Yifan’s temple as he pulls away. “Because you’re important to me, that’s why.”
And as he helps Yifan sip from the straw again and starts doing exactly what he’s said he’d do, Yifan feels it. Feels important in the way Junmyeon deems him worth taking care of. In the way Junmyeon looks at Yifan like he’s always important, like what he has to say is worth listening to, even in the midst of heat babbling.
“You’re so important to me too,” Yifan manages to rasps out, even as the heat clenches at his body so hard he can’t see straight. He doesn’t see if Junmyeon smiles at his words, too busy gasping at the want streaking through his veins -
But he hears Junmyeon’s quiet little contented laugh, so it’s all alright.
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Summary: A lot can happen in the time they have left here in high school. (a/b/o au; krisho)
word count: 3,452 words
a/n: pwp 2. Sometimes I look at these things and can’t believe I wrote them. How did this happen? Again I acknowledge this is all really unconventional and weird and that I'm probably gonna get a weird reputation, but like. Here we go anyway.
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Yifan has had sudden heats before - hell, practically all the time. If he gets a day’s warning with the heavy pheromones - sure yeah, it’s embarrassing as hell, but it’s also helpful. But most times, his heats drop from out of nowhere and slam his life off schedule. And sometimes these sudden heats surprise him in new and exciting ways.
(Really, only since Junmyeon has come along.)
So Yifan is waking up to Junmyeon sleepily rutting against his leg, in the midst of a heat that apparently started in the middle of the night. The heat is clenching around his lungs, making it hard to breathe in anything but needy pants. Junmyeon isn’t awake yet, his body is only responding to Yifan’s.
Shit, Yifan thinks, going from bleary to frantic in no time flat. This is probably (definitely) an inevitable outcome from them deciding to have sleepovers at Junmyeon’s place. This is exactly why they lie about them - Yifan’s mom isn’t dumb and ever since their first tryst, sure she still trusts Junmyeon (probably because while his scent lingered, there weren’t any telltale scents of heat sex, and that means something when it comes to the two of them) but like hell she’ll ever let them hang out for hours behind closed doors when Yifan’s heat scents are wafting into the rest of the house again. That first time was a gift, a freebie that she looks the other way on. If it happens again where she can see or smell it, Yifan is pretty sure there’ll start being long talks and restrictions and a grounding or two.
This current situation is a pretty good indication of why her stance isn't unfounded or unreasonable.
But still, Yifan is grateful that they’re at Junmyeon’s house, because this isn’t as incriminating or embarrassing as it could be. And Yifan isn’t going to have to wake Junmyeon up and direct him to the nearest bathroom and tell him to leave the house after he takes care of his clearly growing hard-on. Because Junmyeon’s parents are loving but busy and are constantly traveling on business trips.
Of course, this is still embarrassing because Yifan is groaning under the weight of his heat, eyes fluttering close as the rhythmic but sleepy thrusts Junmyeon grinds into his leg.
Junmyeon slowly comes to as well, and Yifan knows it because Junmyeon’s face is pressed against his collar bone, right where his t-shirt dips. The gentle, level breaths of REM hitch a second before Junmyeon stops grinding against him and makes a sleepy, snuffling noise of confusion that sounds a little bit like, “Mmuh?”
“Sorry,” Yifan whispers as Junmyeon pulls back and takes in how their legs are tangled up from last night’s cuddling, with his growing horror apparent on his face. Yifan feels bad because he’s always doing this, always ruining things with his stupid imbalanced hormones. “I. Just woke up like this.”
“Oh. Oh no.” Junmyeon whispers back, accidentally giving in to another thrust before he catches himself. “Okay, what do you…want to do?”
Yifan shivers. The heat probably started last night, but only just now is getting heavy enough to wake him up with its arousal and need. “I don’t know. I…god, Junmyeon, this one is…”
He can tell already with how heavy and hot it's weighing on him already. It’s going to be bad and long and horribly demanding and. And he really doesn’t need to go making that worst - or at least longer. Honestly they don’t need to be playing this game they're playing where they almost fuck while Yifan is in heat, because it’s a giant set up, a huge game of chicken that one of these days will end in heat fucking and guilt and a baby scare.
But at the same time it’s going to be so bad and getting Junmyeon to fuck him - god, the idea makes Yifan want to claw off his own skin, the mere thought feels so good. And Yifan could do it, could totally do it, could get Junmyeon to fuck him, to finger him, to something.
Junmyeon reaches up between them and carefully, gently and chastely like Junmyeon’s swollen dick isn’t pressed up against Yifan’s thigh, touches Yifan’s face, cradling it in his hand. “Bad? Want me to get you some water?”
Oh no, Yifan thinks as he shudders and the heat suddenly spikes up. This one is going to be really bad, like back in middle school when they first started and he was so far gone that his mom had to put him in her bed and stay home from work and swab down his feverish body with a damp washcloth, feeding him little pieces of ice to keep him hydrated because he couldn’t hold himself upright long enough to drink water.
“Fuck my thigh,” Yifan pants out. “I don’t even know, just. Get yourself off and get me off and then we’ll...I don’t know. I don’t know, we’ll, I don’t know.”
“Call your mom,” Junmyeon says decisively. Clearly he remembers middle school too. “Is it that bad? Are you sure you want - ”
Yifan is already screwed, he doesn’t know how much getting a little taste of what his body craves is going to worsen it. It could take the nauseatingly powerful edge off it, a potential hidden blessing mixed in with the downside of having a longer heat. Said heat is pooling in his belly, pooling between his legs, warming every part of him so much that he’s starting to sweat under his arms.
“I might pass out,” Yifan says, and he isn’t sure if he means if he does or doesn’t have sex. “I don’t know, I’m starting to feel delirious, Junmyeon.”
Junmyeon, in the middle of trying to sit up and untangle them, hears the weak desperation in Yifan’s voice. He stops what he’s doing and leans in to kiss Yifan carefully. “You haven’t had anything to drink since last night. You need water. And then your mom.”
Yifan grabs at Junmyeon blandly, fingers somehow miraculously catching the front of Junmyeon’s pajamas, and he clings. “Okay, but I. Back then when, when I was thirteen and this kept happening and we went to a bunch of doctors,” there is a pang through all of Yifan’s body and he pauses to shudder, and then clings even tighter. “One of them said the release of hormones from heat sex could make it a little more bearable.”
Junmyeon looks just as alarmed as his mom had at that suggestion. Yifan would laugh, if his chest wasn’t constricting like it is. “And yeah, I didn’t ‘cause I was only thirteen and my mom demanded another doctor and other, more plausible solutions,” Yifan’s skin is tingling and his brain is tingling and his cunt is tingling, because of course it is. He’s a mess, what the hell is he even talking about right now? “B-because, you know. Sometimes doctors on this stuff are really wrong and really messed up about all this and… I just. Now, maybe. I… I’m not thirteen anymore.”
He feels stupid with heat, but he also feels like maybe if the two of them do something it’ll help. That’s probably the heat talking, justifying his rationale to get a dick in him. But seriously the doctor said. And it makes sense - sure he’ll be in heat longer, but he’d be satisfying this primal need inside him to just do something.
“Yifan…” Junmyeon sounds doubtful.
“Please,” Yifan whimpers, begging because he feels like he’s on fire and this stage of the heat has only just started and he’s still got to climb to the apex of uncontrollable arousal (and then climb back down) and he’s. It’s going to be long and bad and he’s scared Junmyeon’s going to force them both to behave by going to school and leaving Yifan here to fend for himself. It probably would be better that way, but Yifan’s not thinking rationally about it - and he certainly doesn’t want to be left in this house by himself, struggling to deal with a bad heat.
“Don’t leave me by myself,” Yifan finally says. He can ask for that much. That’s not so bad, he thinks, that Junmyeon can’t offer it.
And Junmyeon looks very intently into Yifan’s eyes. “I’m not going to go anywhere - not for that long. Just downstairs and then I’ll come right back. Please calm down and believe me, okay?”
So Junmyeon gets his way, leaves, and when he comes back it still feels like it’s been a small eternity.
In that time, Yifan has stripped to just his boxer-briefs and is sweating his pheromones-laced sweat all over Junmyeon’s sheets (and Junmyeon might have to burn his room down after this, if he ever wants to get another good night of sleep). There’s a criminal wet spot between his legs, so damp and soaked through that Junmyeon’s eyes linger on the stain left on his fluorescent green underwear.
“Your mom has an early morning conference but she said she’d be here by noon,” Junmyeon says softly as he places a bowl of ice on his bedside dresser with a soft clink. In his other hand is a cup of water with a straw that he carefully holds to Yifan’s lips. Yifan sips and pants and sips some more, a long process before he downs maybe a quarter of the cup. Bless Junmyeon’s patience, Yifan thinks as writhes a little at how the heat scrapes up and down his spine.
“Are you gonna fuck me before then?” Yifan eventually whispers hoarsely. He’s so far gone and he hasn’t even been awake for it for an hour.
Junmyeon smiles sadly and places the cup next to the bowl. “We really have to stop having this conversation when you’re out of your mind with heat. You might give a guy the wrong idea.”
He climbs back in bed with Yifan anyway, and his dick is still swollen and heavy between his legs. Yifan reaches for Junmyeon and easily slips his leg back between Junmyeon’s once he settles.
“Why,” Yifan says quietly, trying to fold himself into Junmyeon’s scent. “You’re my alpha. I’m yours to claim. Fuck me.”
Junmyeon breathes out a long slow exhale. “Yifan… You don’t even believe in those archaic schools of thought. And you know I don’t either.”
He sounds disappointed but he’s humping Yifan’s leg. Yifan wants to explode. His cunt is throbbing and he just…
“I’ve got you, though.” Junmyeon murmurs, hand reaching between them to dip into Yifan’s underwear before Yifan can do it. “You know I’ll take care of you.”
Yifan groans and gushes around Junmyeon’s fingers the second they make contact. Orgasm number one, and this first hour still isn’t even up. This really is going to be bad.
Yifan isn’t sure if he’s manipulated his way here, isn’t sure if Junmyeon believes Yifan’s pleas that doing something sexual can’t make this worse than it already is, isn’t sure if Junmyeon is just as much of a victim to his body sometimes as Yifan nearly almost always is.
But Junmyeon fucks him with two fingers, a constant even as Yifan starts to truly open up. His phallus is curved up, poking a little tent into his boxer-briefs and starting a little circle of wetness where the head is pressed. Junmyeon grinds into Yifan’s leg and doesn’t say anything else for a while.
“I want you,” Yifan stutters out, breathless. “I want… God, the knot hurts right?”
Junmyeon’s trying to catch his breath too. “What, hurts me? Hurts you?”
Yifan laughs, and it sounds hysterical. He’s so wide around Junmyeon’s fingers, but he won’t complain. This is what Junmyeon is deciding to give him. It’s intentional and that kind of silent control, that Yifan will just take what Junmyeon decides to give, it’s got him shivering and happy while reveling in that kind of control.
“I know it’ll hurt me,” Yifan says. He has fantasies about it, has read forums about the burn and stretch and stay of the knot, how it hurts but not too bad if the fit’s right (‘if you’re meant to be’ the more romantic people might say; ‘if you take your time and prep right’ is how the realists put it). With yonic knots, it’s the squeeze of the vagina as it tightens and swells around the cock or phallus, traps it inside and milks as much come out as possible and locks the two together. Yifan sometimes wonders: if Junmyeon had a yonic knot, how would that feel? He knows Junmyeon’s a little less versatile than him (most people are, honestly), but he has a vulva…even if they’ve never talked about how deep it goes, if it knots too. Some alphas don’t have one, can’t knot with it, or just plain don’t like to do it like that. Yifan’s got a phallus that ejaculates and maybe one day they could - like that too, if - if Junmyeon wants and can and -
“Yeah, it’ll hurt you,” Junmyeon breathes out, repeating after Yifan in almost a trance, and he comes, as disarmingly and quietly as he does most other things. Yifan can feel how he’s starting to get thicker than usual immediately after, girth expanding. He’s slowly beginning to knot up. Yifan grinds down a little on Junmyeon’s fingers, as Junmyeon and his multitasking begins to fall apart in slow motion.
Junmyeon sucks in a breath at the slickness dribbling from Yifan down onto his hand, but he tries to keep it together enough to answer Yifan’s question. “Yes, of course the knot hurts me, all that pressure and - ”
Junmyeon is shivering, cock getting thicker pressed up on Yifan’s leg. “ - But it hurts in a good way. Like. Like the buildup before the letdown. The letdown is better for it.”
Yifan has to talk Junmyeon through the knot when it starts to get overwhelming for him. When Junmyeon groans and stills and succumbs, his dick still swelling and now impossibly wide against Yifan.
(Who just. God, comes at imagining that happening inside him.)
“You’re okay,” Yifan says breathily, because honestly he’s barely hanging on by a thread here, too. “One day, one day you’ll do this in me and. And with me slicked up inside it’ll feel better,” Yifan shudders at the thought of it, at how Junmyeon groans at his words, and somehow finds a way to keep talking. “And we can hold on to each other to anchor the pain - god, Junmyeon do you think about that? I think about that. How it’ll feel, your knot in my cunt.”
…And Junmyeon’s right, they really need to …talk about…this tendency they have. That they talk about heat sex like it’s a forthcoming inevitability.
Junmyeon hisses against the swell between his legs, and focuses on fitting another finger (and then another) into Yifan. Yifan, heat still rising, sighs happily at the brief stretch. He’s accommodating it in no time, opening up wider still, and Yifan rolls his hips slowly, driving Junmyeon’s fingers around within him in a clockwise circle.
“Yeah, I think about it too, Yifan,” Junmyeon finally says, quietly, before making a tiny strangled sound in the back of his throat as his knotting plateaus.
“I’ve got you,” Yifan manages to return as Junmyeon continues to fall apart (as Yifan falls apart too, but on a slope that is somehow simultaneously slower and yet faster than Junmyeon’s - or maybe it’s just a longer ordeal).
Junmyeon grunt-cries out as he comes again, and then with that slowly begins to swell back down. Junmyeon ruts through it, carefully and gently, and Yifan fucks himself just as carefully on Junmyeon’s hand (as he’s too distracted to move it on his own). The slowness of it all makes Yifan want to cry in frustration, but he doesn’t. Because Junmyeon will better handle him once it’s time. He just has to hold out.
“Okay,” Junmyeon says after a deep inhale and exhale of air and a final thrust. “Let me really take care of you.”
He slides down the bed and, after carefully pressing gentle hands to Yifan’s hips to resituate him, back flat against the bed, settles between Yifan’s legs while pulling down Yifan’s underwear.
“God,” is all Yifan manages out before Junmyeon goes to work.
He licks Yifan’s wide, wet cunt out so thoroughly and gently that Yifan whines in the back of his throat loudly enough that it sounds like a scream. Junmyeon licks upward towards Yifan’s phallus, briefly stops to gently draw Yifan’s balls into his mouth for just a moment. Then he licks a stripe up Yifan’s phallus too and mouths the head, tongue flicking against the slit. He doesn’t linger long here, goes back to Yifan’s cunt because that is where he is neediest.
Yifan is gushing against him, grinding down against the near-phantom presence of Junmyeon’s flitting tongue. When he whines about it, Junmyeon laughs softly before carefully slipping a crooked finger into Yifan with ease.
Junmyeon is so familiar with Yifan and the sounds he makes and the way his hips move when it's something he likes, he manages to make Yifan come this first time with his mouth alone. Yifan can’t help but whine and buck against Junmyeon’s face and beg for more, and Junmyeon doesn’t seem willing to stop so soon either, hands steadfastly firm on both his thighs. He keeps licking dedicatedly into Yifan - and it’s not really what the heat wants, but Yifan’s not complaining, not yet, is just squirming and gasping as Junmyeon eats him out.
Finally though, Junmyeon seems to come back into his more sensible state of mind. “I’ll stop soon,” Junmyeon whispers into Yifan’s cunt, somewhere around orgasm number three, by now working three of his fingers of one hand into Yifan, and using the other hand to fist Yifan’s phallus. “I’ll have to, or else I’ll end up…”
Yifan is crying now, gasping out tears at how much he feels everything and how he still wants more and more and more.
“Fuck me, please,” Yifan whimpers. “Please, god, Junmyeon, I just, I need it, I - ”
“Shhhh,” Junmyeon shushes him, and it’s not condescending but comforting. “See? I want to. But I can’t. We can’t.”
Are they going to have to rehash this every time they stumble into one of Yifan’s heats together? Because the accidental heat while together thing is bound to keep happening, honestly. “I know,” Yifan groans. “But I want to. I want it.”
Junmyeon keeps shushing him, just quiet nonsensical hums, all while fingering him and jerking him off at the same time. Yifan is completely and totally overstimulated. Occasionally Junmyeon shifts his fingers to the side in order to dip a careful tongue back into Yifan’s cunt, in order to eat him out around his thrusting fingers, and it’s driving Yifan insane.
When Junmyeon gets Yifan to come two more times (it’s not hard, it’s like Yifan’s coming at every little touch and sensation now), he pulls back. Yifan hiccups, choking a little on his tears and the arousal that’s still shaking his body to pieces.
Junmyeon moves around a little until he can lean in and kiss Yifan on the forehead. “I’m going to clean you up a little, and then I’m going to get you some more water - after you finish this glass - and move you to the guest room, okay? And then we’ll wait for your mom to come.”
Yifan sits up as much as he can manage (it’s not much) and presses his sweaty face into the crook of Junmyeon’s equally as sweaty neck. “What’s the point?” He feels like he’s going to die. The desire to get fucked is still lurking deep in his bones - though maybe it isn’t as bad as before. It’s hard for him to tell right now, though.
Junmyeon presses another kiss to Yifan’s temple as he pulls away. “Because you’re important to me, that’s why.”
And as he helps Yifan sip from the straw again and starts doing exactly what he’s said he’d do, Yifan feels it. Feels important in the way Junmyeon deems him worth taking care of. In the way Junmyeon looks at Yifan like he’s always important, like what he has to say is worth listening to, even in the midst of heat babbling.
“You’re so important to me too,” Yifan manages to rasps out, even as the heat clenches at his body so hard he can’t see straight. He doesn’t see if Junmyeon smiles at his words, too busy gasping at the want streaking through his veins -
But he hears Junmyeon’s quiet little contented laugh, so it’s all alright.
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