As Long as You're Mine
Title: As Long as You're Mine
Pairing: Yixing/Jongdae, one-sided Junmyeon/Jongdae, almost invisible Junmyeon/Kyungsoo.
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: 2,5k.
Disclaimer: The EXO kids own themselves, I just wrote this.
Warnings: Werewolf AU, A/B/O verse, pwp, one tablespoon of angst, poorly written plot.
Summary: Yixing looks forward to spend a small eternity with Jongdae.
A/N: Mostly unbetaed. Title comes from the song "As Long as You're Mine" from the musical Wicked.
The rays of the sun are hot against his bare skin. Hot on the point of burning, but Yixing doesn’t mind, stretching his body lazily in the sun. Wind travels idly through the trees in the forest, making the leaves rustle little songs in the silence. Yixing hums. The urge to run builds inside him, his wolf demanding it. He fights down the urge, rather easily, silencing his wolf.
Soft rustles from inside the cave reaches his ears, and Yixing raises to his feet quickly and heads towards the cave, his body prickling with interest.
The cave that was so incredibly dark the previous night is now filled with the sun’s yellow light. Yixing would have been able to see regardless, but it’s easier and less tiring to use the sun as a source instead of using his wolf eyes.
As he enters the cave, a soft smile splays out on his lips. The soft grass makes room for rougher sand and gravel, but Yixing doesn’t mind. He’s used to the roughness under his feet, used to be one with the nature. Even if he hadn’t been, the sight in front of him easily makes him forget the sharp sting of the gravel.
In the cave, near the entrance, lies a heap of fur. It’s fur from different kinds of wild game, some deer and a couple of bears, and together they make up an excellent bed. The furs are not important though. What’s important, or rather who, is lying in the said furs, still asleep.
Jongdae’s ink black hair is falling into his beautiful face, covering his closed eyes. It doesn’t seem to annoy Jongdae, still buried deep into sleep’s embrace. Most of his body is uncovered, naked, free for Yixing’s eyes to look at. Several bite marks, varying in size are littered across Jongdae’s torso, trailing over his side and out of sight. Yixing knows, however, that there are more over his back, etched into his ivory skin.
Not wasting any more time, Yixing crawls onto the furs, settling next to Jongdae, whose body now is completely bare, furs lying at his side. Yixing leans down to press his lips against Jongdae’s neck, tongue lapping over a swollen, pink scar. Pride swells in his chest as he lets his tongue trace the jagged scar, knowing that he made this. He made the scar that’s going to remain on Jongdae’s body for as long as he lives.
Something coils in Yixing’s chest, his wolf growling possessively and Yixing fits his teeth to the marks, sinking his teeth into the still sensitive skin.
Flashbacks of the previous night fills his mind, captures his soul. Yixing remembers Jongdae under him, his back pressed against Yixing’s chest, aching as Yixing slammed his cock into Jongdae. He remembers his sweet moans, Jongdae’s pleads of faster, more. Remembers the way he moaned when Yixing’s cock rubbed just against his prostate, sending pleasure akin to fire up Jongdae’s veins.
The smell of Jongdae, his mate, so close makes Yixing grow hard, his cock nudging Jongdae’s hip. Under him, Jongdae stirs, yawns cutely as he looks up at Yixing, eyes bleary.
Yixing’s wolf softens, yelps. He curls around Jongdae as much as he can, despite their bodies being roughly the same size. His wolf clings to Jongdae’s. Jongdae smiles at him, all warmth and love, and Yixing feels his throat closing up.
“Hi,” Jongdae whispers, voice rough from sleep. His lips are still swollen from the previous night. Yixing rubs his thumb over Jongdae's bottom lip softly, lets his digit trail over the swollen redness. Jongdae looks up at him, but he doesn’t say anything else.
Yixing lets out a soft sound as he nuzzles against Jongdae’s neck, pressing his body impossibly close to Jongdae’s own, wrapping one of his legs around Jongdae’s hip. A chuckle rumbles in Jongdae’s chest, his ribcage expanding under Yixing’s arm. The sound of it is soft, a flutter of butterfly wings against Yixing’s ear. It’s the most beautiful sound in the world.
“It’s still early. How come you’re hard already?” Jongdae asks, his sleepy voice somewhat playful. Yixing’s ears burns with embarrassment as he adjusts his hips until his cock no longer is touching Jongdae.
Jongdae’s hand finds the small of Yixing’s back, pushing him forward until Yixing is pressed against Jongdae’s side yet again. “I didn’t say you had to move,” Jongdae says, his other hand trailing down Yixing’s chest. Jongdae’s fingers move torturously slow, blatantly ignoring Yixing’s nipples, proudly peaked.
Yixing growls when Jongdae’s hand finally stops. His fingers are spread out on the thin skin just above where Yixing’s cock is curved up, head already flushed red. Jongdae looks at him, eyes suddenly intense. He cocks an eyebrow at Yixing, lips curling up in a small smirk.
Slowly, Jongdae’s fingers grasp Yixing’s cock lightly. Yixing shudders, panting against Jongdae’s shoulder as Jongdae’s thumb circles the swollen head of his cock softly. Taking his sweet time, Jongdae’s hand starts working up a pace, too slow, but better than nothing.
Jongdae smells good, smells like sweat and something sweet, smells like Yixing. If Yixing had asked, Jongdae would probably say that Yixing smells like him too. It’s a process that started last night, and as the days pass, they will create a new, unique smell that they both smell since they’re mates now. Yixing can’t really believe it.
His wolf growls, possessive. Yixing gets up, balancing on his elbow as he leans over Jongdae, pressing his lips against Jongdae’s. He feels Jongdae smile against his mouth, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. Jongdae is so warm, so pliant, soft against Yixing. It makes his heart flutter, his stomach feels like it’s riding on a rollercoaster.
Yixing opens his mouth willingly for Jongdae’s tongue when it prods at his lips. The kiss is slow, languid, warm. A complete contrast to the arousal pounding through his body. Yixing needs more, needs things to speed up, but before he manages do anything, he finds himself on his back with Jongdae’s chest pressed against his own. Jongdae breaks the kiss with a loud smack of lips, sitting up, one leg on each side of Yixing’s thighs, ass planted firmly against Yixing’s crotch.
“It’s my turn now,” he pouts, fingers splaying out over Yixing’s chest. While keeping Yixing’s gaze with his own, Jongdae rubs his ass against Yixing’s cock, using his hands to guide it between his cheeks. Yixing throws his head back, capturing his lower lip with his teeth, exhaling sharply through his nose. It’s so tight, warm, and Yixing swears he’s going to come, he could come from just this.
Jongdae moans breathily, eyes slanted as he looks down at Yixing. There’s pink dusted across Jongdae’s cheeks, but he looks so gorgeous like this. There are pink splotches blossoming on his chest as well. Jongdae’s cock is hard now too, thick and pearly at the head. Yixing’s mouth water at the sight and he wants nothing more than to claim him again, claim him a thousand times so the entire world know that Jongdae is his.
“I’m still wet from yesterday,” Jongdae murmurs shamelessly. His breath hitches and Yixing realizes it’s because he’s fingering himself, spine bent as Jongdae is bending backwards. Yixing’s brain explodes, melts out of his ears.
Jongdae can't self-lubricate, doesn’t give off pheromones that make every alpha nearby come running, can’t give birth to pups. Jongdae is not an omega. Yixing can’t turn Jongdae instantly wet, or make Jongdae succumb to his every command, can’t lead a pack. Yixing is not an alpha.
They are both betas, and their relationship is a rather peculiar one. Even though Jongdae is a beta, he was somewhat already promised to their pack’s alpha’s youngest son, Junmyeon. Or as much as a wolf could be promised to another. When Jongdae had joined their pack, Junmyeon hadn’t imprinted on anyone yet, and his father had feared that he never would, seeing as wolves like themselves usually imprinted when they were between 16 and 23 in human age. Junmyeon was rapidly closing in on 22. Junmyeon and Jongdae didn’t imprint on each other, but they were still destined to be mates if Junmyeon hadn’t imprinted on anyone when he turned 23.
Yixing, however, had imprinted on Jongdae. Being the same age as Junmyeon, Yixing too had thought he’d spend his life without a mate. Since he was a beta, and not even a particularly high-ranking beta, getting him a mate wasn’t high on the alpha’s list. Yixing remembers being terrified that someone, anyone would discover it. He had been afraid of being thrown out of the pack, or even worse, killed.
It had been Jongdae who had discovered it himself, because he had imprinted on Yixing. When Jongdae had told him, Yixing had started crying. Mostly because he was afraid. Afraid because now they were two, destined to be bonded for all eternity but if somebody knew, if someone told the alpha, they would have to run.
The rescue came in the form of a severely injured young wolf. One of the younger alphas had found him lying just outside the borders of their territory and had brought him back to their camp, back to Yixing who was the pack’s resident healer. For four days, Yixing had looked over him, tending to the young wolf’s wounds. He had remained in his wolf shape, so Yixing hadn’t really known how he looked before he woke up the fifth day.
It had been a coincidence, an accident. The new, young wolf wasn’t really meant to see it happen. At the break of dawn, Jongdae had come to see him, check on the new wolf. They had kissed, for the first time.
Yixing still remembers how the earth had stopped with that kiss.
And then Kyungsoo, the young wolf, had stepped out of his room in that exact moment, seeing them kiss and then he had instantly known. “You’re mates,” Kyungsoo had said, voice rough from days of silence, but his eyes had been wide, happy. Jongdae and Yixing had panicked, loudly, and Kyungsoo, despite his injuries had to calm the pair down, telling them that he wasn’t going to tell anyone unless they wanted him to.
Yixing had thought that was the end of it, until Junmyeon walked into Yixing’s tent. At that moment, Yixing remembers he had wanted to cry. There isn’t a way to see that two wolves have imprinted on each other, but Yixing had felt that Junmyeon had felt it, right that moment. Junmyeon’s eyes were wide, mouth falling open as he stared across the room, and Yixing’s heart fell. Kyungsoo had frozen in his tracks. It had been silent for a long while until Junmyeon had spluttered something and turned on his heels, more or less running out of the tent. A beat later, Kyungsoo had followed him, wobbling out on his shaky legs.
That night Yixing had grabbed Jongdae and ran away. After running for hours and hours to no end, they had arrived at their current location, the cave, where they finally had become proper mates.
“It’s no fun when you’re not watching,” Jongdae says grumpily, pinching Yixing’s nipple as he pulls Yixing out of the depths of his thoughts.
Yixing has an apology ready on his tongue, but Jongdae chooses that exact second to sink down on Yixing’s cock. He’s moving slowly, taking one inch at the time. Jongdae is so tight, warm around him. It makes Yixing’s head spin.
Jongdae’s hands rest against Yixing’s ribcage. He remains still for a moment, breathing heavily through his mouth. Yixing is breathing heavily through his nose, fighting every urge that tells him to thrust up further into Jongdae’s heat.
“Okay, okay,” Jongdae whispers, mostly to himself as he slowly lifts himself up until only the head of Yixing’s cock is inside him. Their gazes lock, and it feels like an eternity before he sinks back down. They moan in unison, the sounds filling the air around them.
Jongdae’s hands on his chest are trembling, wrists shaking as he sets a quick, unforgiving pace. Yixing’s own hands scramble to Jongdae’s thick thighs, nails sinking into his skin as he tries to keep himself from flipping Jongdae around and taking over.
The way Yixing feels his cock drag down the inside of Jongdae’s ass feels like heaven. Jongdae clenches his muscles, making it even tighter for Yixing, who lets out a growl.
“Fuck, Jongdae,” Yixing curses. He’s not going to last long like this. It’s all too much, watching Jongdae’s blissed out face as he fucks himself on Yixing’s cock. His head is tilted backwards, exposing the long line of his neck to Yixing’s eyes, and Yixing wishes he could taste, kiss, leave more marks along Jongdae’s already marked body.
The furs are soft against Yixing’s back, albeit a bit clammy as he can feel them stick to his back, clinging to the sweaty skin. The sun is shining just so, filling the cave up with a warm light. Yixing feels the warmth of it against his legs. Jongdae’s body shielding his eyes from the unforgiving rays. The way the sun shines on Jongdae’s dark hair makes it look like he has a halo over his head.
Jongdae relocates his hands, moving them from Yixing’s chest, placing them behind him, on Yixing’s thighs instead. The new position makes Yixing’s cock go deeper and as Jongdae’s thighs tremble, Jongdae inhales sharply through his teeth. Yixing knows he’s brushing against Jongdae’s prostate.
“Y-Yixing,” Jongdae whines, chokes on a moan as his body tightens more, his slender, lithe body like a string. And then, only then, does Yixing lift his hips, falling into Jongdae’s set pace. A garbled moan leaves Jongdae’s mouth as Yixing meets Jongdae’s thrusts, tempo never faltering.
Yixing grabs Jongdae’s cock, jerking him off fast and dirty as he continues to fuck upwards. Jongdae’s mouth is wide open as he pants Yixing’s name repeatedly. Yixing’s thumb run over the head of Jongdae’s cock, presses the digit somewhat roughly against the slit and Jongdae cries out.
Strings of Jongdae’s come coats Yixing’s fist and stomach, and Yixing works him through his orgasm. Jongdae falls forward, body sagging until he hits Yixing’s chest. The angle makes Yixing’s cock slide further out of Jongdae’s ass until his head is pressed up, just inside the tight rim.
“Come for me Yixing, please,” Jongdae whispers into his ear before he sinks his teeth into the pink, swollen scar on Yixing’s neck, identical to the one Jongdae has on his neck.
The pain mixes with the pleasure of Jongdae’s tight ass and that’s it. Yixing screws his eyes shut, fucks once, twice into Jongdae’s ass before he comes, emptying himself in Jongdae’s ass. Jongdae talks him through the aftershocks; “good, you’re so good Yixing, my mate.” His body feels heavy but as light as air at the same time. His heart is pounding loudly beneath his ribcage, body thrumming.
After what feels like ages, Jongdae sits up slightly, just enough for his face to hover above Yixing’s. And he’s so beautiful like this, so gorgeous. He is Yixing’s. He wants to tell Jongdae this, wants to put everything into words, but he can’t. A sob leaves Yixing’s mouth instead of words, but Jongdae is there, pressing kisses against his forehead, eyelids, lips.
Yixing presses his lips to Jongdae’s temple, kissing the curls starting to form due to the sweat.
“Mine.”
my first werewolf au, hope you guys like it
Pairing: Yixing/Jongdae, one-sided Junmyeon/Jongdae, almost invisible Junmyeon/Kyungsoo.
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: 2,5k.
Disclaimer: The EXO kids own themselves, I just wrote this.
Warnings: Werewolf AU, A/B/O verse, pwp, one tablespoon of angst, poorly written plot.
Summary: Yixing looks forward to spend a small eternity with Jongdae.
A/N: Mostly unbetaed. Title comes from the song "As Long as You're Mine" from the musical Wicked.
The rays of the sun are hot against his bare skin. Hot on the point of burning, but Yixing doesn’t mind, stretching his body lazily in the sun. Wind travels idly through the trees in the forest, making the leaves rustle little songs in the silence. Yixing hums. The urge to run builds inside him, his wolf demanding it. He fights down the urge, rather easily, silencing his wolf.
Soft rustles from inside the cave reaches his ears, and Yixing raises to his feet quickly and heads towards the cave, his body prickling with interest.
The cave that was so incredibly dark the previous night is now filled with the sun’s yellow light. Yixing would have been able to see regardless, but it’s easier and less tiring to use the sun as a source instead of using his wolf eyes.
As he enters the cave, a soft smile splays out on his lips. The soft grass makes room for rougher sand and gravel, but Yixing doesn’t mind. He’s used to the roughness under his feet, used to be one with the nature. Even if he hadn’t been, the sight in front of him easily makes him forget the sharp sting of the gravel.
In the cave, near the entrance, lies a heap of fur. It’s fur from different kinds of wild game, some deer and a couple of bears, and together they make up an excellent bed. The furs are not important though. What’s important, or rather who, is lying in the said furs, still asleep.
Jongdae’s ink black hair is falling into his beautiful face, covering his closed eyes. It doesn’t seem to annoy Jongdae, still buried deep into sleep’s embrace. Most of his body is uncovered, naked, free for Yixing’s eyes to look at. Several bite marks, varying in size are littered across Jongdae’s torso, trailing over his side and out of sight. Yixing knows, however, that there are more over his back, etched into his ivory skin.
Not wasting any more time, Yixing crawls onto the furs, settling next to Jongdae, whose body now is completely bare, furs lying at his side. Yixing leans down to press his lips against Jongdae’s neck, tongue lapping over a swollen, pink scar. Pride swells in his chest as he lets his tongue trace the jagged scar, knowing that he made this. He made the scar that’s going to remain on Jongdae’s body for as long as he lives.
Something coils in Yixing’s chest, his wolf growling possessively and Yixing fits his teeth to the marks, sinking his teeth into the still sensitive skin.
Flashbacks of the previous night fills his mind, captures his soul. Yixing remembers Jongdae under him, his back pressed against Yixing’s chest, aching as Yixing slammed his cock into Jongdae. He remembers his sweet moans, Jongdae’s pleads of faster, more. Remembers the way he moaned when Yixing’s cock rubbed just against his prostate, sending pleasure akin to fire up Jongdae’s veins.
The smell of Jongdae, his mate, so close makes Yixing grow hard, his cock nudging Jongdae’s hip. Under him, Jongdae stirs, yawns cutely as he looks up at Yixing, eyes bleary.
Yixing’s wolf softens, yelps. He curls around Jongdae as much as he can, despite their bodies being roughly the same size. His wolf clings to Jongdae’s. Jongdae smiles at him, all warmth and love, and Yixing feels his throat closing up.
“Hi,” Jongdae whispers, voice rough from sleep. His lips are still swollen from the previous night. Yixing rubs his thumb over Jongdae's bottom lip softly, lets his digit trail over the swollen redness. Jongdae looks up at him, but he doesn’t say anything else.
Yixing lets out a soft sound as he nuzzles against Jongdae’s neck, pressing his body impossibly close to Jongdae’s own, wrapping one of his legs around Jongdae’s hip. A chuckle rumbles in Jongdae’s chest, his ribcage expanding under Yixing’s arm. The sound of it is soft, a flutter of butterfly wings against Yixing’s ear. It’s the most beautiful sound in the world.
“It’s still early. How come you’re hard already?” Jongdae asks, his sleepy voice somewhat playful. Yixing’s ears burns with embarrassment as he adjusts his hips until his cock no longer is touching Jongdae.
Jongdae’s hand finds the small of Yixing’s back, pushing him forward until Yixing is pressed against Jongdae’s side yet again. “I didn’t say you had to move,” Jongdae says, his other hand trailing down Yixing’s chest. Jongdae’s fingers move torturously slow, blatantly ignoring Yixing’s nipples, proudly peaked.
Yixing growls when Jongdae’s hand finally stops. His fingers are spread out on the thin skin just above where Yixing’s cock is curved up, head already flushed red. Jongdae looks at him, eyes suddenly intense. He cocks an eyebrow at Yixing, lips curling up in a small smirk.
Slowly, Jongdae’s fingers grasp Yixing’s cock lightly. Yixing shudders, panting against Jongdae’s shoulder as Jongdae’s thumb circles the swollen head of his cock softly. Taking his sweet time, Jongdae’s hand starts working up a pace, too slow, but better than nothing.
Jongdae smells good, smells like sweat and something sweet, smells like Yixing. If Yixing had asked, Jongdae would probably say that Yixing smells like him too. It’s a process that started last night, and as the days pass, they will create a new, unique smell that they both smell since they’re mates now. Yixing can’t really believe it.
His wolf growls, possessive. Yixing gets up, balancing on his elbow as he leans over Jongdae, pressing his lips against Jongdae’s. He feels Jongdae smile against his mouth, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. Jongdae is so warm, so pliant, soft against Yixing. It makes his heart flutter, his stomach feels like it’s riding on a rollercoaster.
Yixing opens his mouth willingly for Jongdae’s tongue when it prods at his lips. The kiss is slow, languid, warm. A complete contrast to the arousal pounding through his body. Yixing needs more, needs things to speed up, but before he manages do anything, he finds himself on his back with Jongdae’s chest pressed against his own. Jongdae breaks the kiss with a loud smack of lips, sitting up, one leg on each side of Yixing’s thighs, ass planted firmly against Yixing’s crotch.
“It’s my turn now,” he pouts, fingers splaying out over Yixing’s chest. While keeping Yixing’s gaze with his own, Jongdae rubs his ass against Yixing’s cock, using his hands to guide it between his cheeks. Yixing throws his head back, capturing his lower lip with his teeth, exhaling sharply through his nose. It’s so tight, warm, and Yixing swears he’s going to come, he could come from just this.
Jongdae moans breathily, eyes slanted as he looks down at Yixing. There’s pink dusted across Jongdae’s cheeks, but he looks so gorgeous like this. There are pink splotches blossoming on his chest as well. Jongdae’s cock is hard now too, thick and pearly at the head. Yixing’s mouth water at the sight and he wants nothing more than to claim him again, claim him a thousand times so the entire world know that Jongdae is his.
“I’m still wet from yesterday,” Jongdae murmurs shamelessly. His breath hitches and Yixing realizes it’s because he’s fingering himself, spine bent as Jongdae is bending backwards. Yixing’s brain explodes, melts out of his ears.
Jongdae can't self-lubricate, doesn’t give off pheromones that make every alpha nearby come running, can’t give birth to pups. Jongdae is not an omega. Yixing can’t turn Jongdae instantly wet, or make Jongdae succumb to his every command, can’t lead a pack. Yixing is not an alpha.
They are both betas, and their relationship is a rather peculiar one. Even though Jongdae is a beta, he was somewhat already promised to their pack’s alpha’s youngest son, Junmyeon. Or as much as a wolf could be promised to another. When Jongdae had joined their pack, Junmyeon hadn’t imprinted on anyone yet, and his father had feared that he never would, seeing as wolves like themselves usually imprinted when they were between 16 and 23 in human age. Junmyeon was rapidly closing in on 22. Junmyeon and Jongdae didn’t imprint on each other, but they were still destined to be mates if Junmyeon hadn’t imprinted on anyone when he turned 23.
Yixing, however, had imprinted on Jongdae. Being the same age as Junmyeon, Yixing too had thought he’d spend his life without a mate. Since he was a beta, and not even a particularly high-ranking beta, getting him a mate wasn’t high on the alpha’s list. Yixing remembers being terrified that someone, anyone would discover it. He had been afraid of being thrown out of the pack, or even worse, killed.
It had been Jongdae who had discovered it himself, because he had imprinted on Yixing. When Jongdae had told him, Yixing had started crying. Mostly because he was afraid. Afraid because now they were two, destined to be bonded for all eternity but if somebody knew, if someone told the alpha, they would have to run.
The rescue came in the form of a severely injured young wolf. One of the younger alphas had found him lying just outside the borders of their territory and had brought him back to their camp, back to Yixing who was the pack’s resident healer. For four days, Yixing had looked over him, tending to the young wolf’s wounds. He had remained in his wolf shape, so Yixing hadn’t really known how he looked before he woke up the fifth day.
It had been a coincidence, an accident. The new, young wolf wasn’t really meant to see it happen. At the break of dawn, Jongdae had come to see him, check on the new wolf. They had kissed, for the first time.
Yixing still remembers how the earth had stopped with that kiss.
And then Kyungsoo, the young wolf, had stepped out of his room in that exact moment, seeing them kiss and then he had instantly known. “You’re mates,” Kyungsoo had said, voice rough from days of silence, but his eyes had been wide, happy. Jongdae and Yixing had panicked, loudly, and Kyungsoo, despite his injuries had to calm the pair down, telling them that he wasn’t going to tell anyone unless they wanted him to.
Yixing had thought that was the end of it, until Junmyeon walked into Yixing’s tent. At that moment, Yixing remembers he had wanted to cry. There isn’t a way to see that two wolves have imprinted on each other, but Yixing had felt that Junmyeon had felt it, right that moment. Junmyeon’s eyes were wide, mouth falling open as he stared across the room, and Yixing’s heart fell. Kyungsoo had frozen in his tracks. It had been silent for a long while until Junmyeon had spluttered something and turned on his heels, more or less running out of the tent. A beat later, Kyungsoo had followed him, wobbling out on his shaky legs.
That night Yixing had grabbed Jongdae and ran away. After running for hours and hours to no end, they had arrived at their current location, the cave, where they finally had become proper mates.
“It’s no fun when you’re not watching,” Jongdae says grumpily, pinching Yixing’s nipple as he pulls Yixing out of the depths of his thoughts.
Yixing has an apology ready on his tongue, but Jongdae chooses that exact second to sink down on Yixing’s cock. He’s moving slowly, taking one inch at the time. Jongdae is so tight, warm around him. It makes Yixing’s head spin.
Jongdae’s hands rest against Yixing’s ribcage. He remains still for a moment, breathing heavily through his mouth. Yixing is breathing heavily through his nose, fighting every urge that tells him to thrust up further into Jongdae’s heat.
“Okay, okay,” Jongdae whispers, mostly to himself as he slowly lifts himself up until only the head of Yixing’s cock is inside him. Their gazes lock, and it feels like an eternity before he sinks back down. They moan in unison, the sounds filling the air around them.
Jongdae’s hands on his chest are trembling, wrists shaking as he sets a quick, unforgiving pace. Yixing’s own hands scramble to Jongdae’s thick thighs, nails sinking into his skin as he tries to keep himself from flipping Jongdae around and taking over.
The way Yixing feels his cock drag down the inside of Jongdae’s ass feels like heaven. Jongdae clenches his muscles, making it even tighter for Yixing, who lets out a growl.
“Fuck, Jongdae,” Yixing curses. He’s not going to last long like this. It’s all too much, watching Jongdae’s blissed out face as he fucks himself on Yixing’s cock. His head is tilted backwards, exposing the long line of his neck to Yixing’s eyes, and Yixing wishes he could taste, kiss, leave more marks along Jongdae’s already marked body.
The furs are soft against Yixing’s back, albeit a bit clammy as he can feel them stick to his back, clinging to the sweaty skin. The sun is shining just so, filling the cave up with a warm light. Yixing feels the warmth of it against his legs. Jongdae’s body shielding his eyes from the unforgiving rays. The way the sun shines on Jongdae’s dark hair makes it look like he has a halo over his head.
Jongdae relocates his hands, moving them from Yixing’s chest, placing them behind him, on Yixing’s thighs instead. The new position makes Yixing’s cock go deeper and as Jongdae’s thighs tremble, Jongdae inhales sharply through his teeth. Yixing knows he’s brushing against Jongdae’s prostate.
“Y-Yixing,” Jongdae whines, chokes on a moan as his body tightens more, his slender, lithe body like a string. And then, only then, does Yixing lift his hips, falling into Jongdae’s set pace. A garbled moan leaves Jongdae’s mouth as Yixing meets Jongdae’s thrusts, tempo never faltering.
Yixing grabs Jongdae’s cock, jerking him off fast and dirty as he continues to fuck upwards. Jongdae’s mouth is wide open as he pants Yixing’s name repeatedly. Yixing’s thumb run over the head of Jongdae’s cock, presses the digit somewhat roughly against the slit and Jongdae cries out.
Strings of Jongdae’s come coats Yixing’s fist and stomach, and Yixing works him through his orgasm. Jongdae falls forward, body sagging until he hits Yixing’s chest. The angle makes Yixing’s cock slide further out of Jongdae’s ass until his head is pressed up, just inside the tight rim.
“Come for me Yixing, please,” Jongdae whispers into his ear before he sinks his teeth into the pink, swollen scar on Yixing’s neck, identical to the one Jongdae has on his neck.
The pain mixes with the pleasure of Jongdae’s tight ass and that’s it. Yixing screws his eyes shut, fucks once, twice into Jongdae’s ass before he comes, emptying himself in Jongdae’s ass. Jongdae talks him through the aftershocks; “good, you’re so good Yixing, my mate.” His body feels heavy but as light as air at the same time. His heart is pounding loudly beneath his ribcage, body thrumming.
After what feels like ages, Jongdae sits up slightly, just enough for his face to hover above Yixing’s. And he’s so beautiful like this, so gorgeous. He is Yixing’s. He wants to tell Jongdae this, wants to put everything into words, but he can’t. A sob leaves Yixing’s mouth instead of words, but Jongdae is there, pressing kisses against his forehead, eyelids, lips.
Yixing presses his lips to Jongdae’s temple, kissing the curls starting to form due to the sweat.
“Mine.”
my first werewolf au, hope you guys like it