Inconvenienced (Edited Fill)
Pairing: alpha!Jonghyun / omega!Key
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, α/β/Ω
Note: Fill for this prompt over at jongkeykink, original version posted there.
WARNINGS: A/B/O verse, knotting, heat, male self-lubrication
A/N: So. I wasn't going to post this here unless I gave it a thorough editing because I rushed to write it (sorry about the abrupt ending, I ran out of steam) but I ended up only editing some parts because others I just don’t know how to re-work OTL. Here it is again with a few minor things changed.
This was the 100712 Star King shoot, btw. Short reference to this prompt at the end.
Thank you so very much to those who commented on the meme, I’m so glad (and relieved!) you liked it! You are all so nice ;_;
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Jonghyun never considered his memory to be particularly good, but if there was one thing he remembered with distinct clarity, it was his first meeting with Kibum at the company. It wasn’t so much the images that had stuck to him, but the feeling that had lingered in the pit of his stomach, at the back of his mind upon noticing that Kibum was rather different. A good kind of different. The kind of different that would take him a few years to fully understand.
They were only kids back then, naïve in every sense of the word. They got along well, once the awkwardness of the first few encounters had passed. They were both so focused on training, too worried by the prospect of a seemingly unattainable debut to pay mind to much else.
Which was why Jonghyun had stopped dead in the shower one morning, blatantly staring down and eyeing his newly formed knot in disbelief, flustered. He knew what this meant, knew the biology of it all and recalled his parents telling him it runs in the family when they’d sat him down after supper one night. But Jonghyun was a mere two months short of being fifteen, and a part of him didn’t feel ready for this. From what he’d gathered during more serious talks with his father, it was more of a burden than anything else to be an alpha these days. Too many had a bad reputation, not to mention the stereotypes that followed the rest of them. He didn’t need that, didn’t want that, not when he was training to become an idol, not when so much relied on image and when the company had already made it very clear that these things were best kept private.
He’d turned the water to cold, feeling more disheartened than he probably should, before proceeding to pat himself dry and get dressed as if this were any other normal day. A sense of paranoia had bubbled up in him upon stepping into the practice room, because what if people noticed? What if he turned into one of those alphas who couldn’t control themselves? His thoughts were cut short when Kibum waved at him, moving across the room to come speak to him like he always did. When it became obvious Kibum wasn’t treating him any differently, Jonghyun felt himself loosen up with relief.
At some point, Jonghyun stopped worrying about it. An entire year-and-some had passed and he didn’t feel any different, no one seemed to notice and he was truly beginning to think that being an alpha was nothing special. He’d stopped believing all those stories people spun about mating frenzies, chalking it up to exaggerated gossip and folklore. Omegas were rare, rarer than alphas these days anyway and quite frankly Jonghyun had other things to worry about, like his looming debut.
Obviously, he should have known better.
The “problem” began shortly after. They were quite literally in the middle of practice, their title song on repeat, standing in front of the mirror with the choreographer in front when Kibum broke formation, stumbling a little to lean against the wall. Jonghyun kept dancing, wincing at the harsh way the choreographer called Kibum back to order only to slow down to a stop when Kibum didn’t respond. He had slid down to the floor, brow pinched into a frown and looked genuinely queasy. The coach dropped his strict façade at once, crouching beside him and offering him a bottle of water which Kibum refused.
“Are you okay?” Jonghyun asked with a hand on his shoulder, surprised to feel Kibum burning up through his t-shirt. “Shit I think you have a fever.”
The coach placed his hand to his sweaty forehead, drawing it back just as quickly, evidently worried.
“Kibum, how do you feel?”
“Not too good,” came the feeble answer, his voice lower and huskier than normal. He suddenly leaned forward, head thumping against Jonghyun’s chest as he let out a groan. Jonghyun was beyond alarmed at this point, cradling his shoulders and trying to get him to sit straight again.
“Stomach ache,” Kibum explained, face still buried in Jonghyun’s sweaty t-shirt.
It only took a few minutes before he and Kibum were being huddled into the backseat of a car, headed towards their dorm. Jonghyun had volunteered to stay there with him, disliking the idea of Kibum being alone in this state and assuring their manager that he’d be fine, that he’d taken care of his sister many times before and knew what he was doing - for the most part. Kibum was turning frighteningly pale, beads of sweat still dripping from his hairline even though he had begun shivering. Jonghyun didn’t like seeing him like this; there was just something about it that made him very uneasy.
He rushed Kibum off to bed as soon as they stepped inside, making sure the boy made it to a mattress alright before looking around the kitchen for a towel. He ran it under warm water, padding back to the bedroom where the air felt thicker, heavier somehow. Kibum was burrowed under a blanket in Taemin’s bunk, having ignored his own top one. He groaned again when Jonghyun dabbed at his forehead with the damp towel.
“I feel like shit,” he confessed, a rather familiar whine seeping into his tone.
Jonghyun kept himself from chuckling, out of pity. “Try and get some rest.”
Kibum curled onto his side, one arm clutching his stomach and the other pressing the towel to his forehead. Jonghyun stayed seated at the edge of the bed, rubbing Kibum’s back in what he could only hope was a soothing manner. He continued until Kibum seemed to relax, his posture no longer as crisp, before exiting quietly and shutting the door behind himself.
He loitered in front of the door for a while; a part of him wanted to stay inside but the more rational part of him figured Kibum might prefer some space. He dragged his feet to the kitchen, looking for something simple he could prepare; he ended up with a pot on the stove, although it took a while to get the soup to boil, the stove uncooperative throughout.
Almost an hour had passed by the time he poured it into a bowl, giving it a careful taste before deciding it would do. He slowly made his way to the bedroom, balancing the bowl with one hand to turn the knob with the other. He took one step inside and jerked into a full stop: the smell was so thick, so pungent in the air it was as if Jonghyun physically could not move for a second. It was unlike anything he had ever smelled before and yet he knew exactly what it was. His heartbeat sped up, his senses went into hyper-drive and Jonghyun swore he could smell every single thing from the drying sweat on Kibum’s skin to what could only be slick leaking out of him. It was all so vivid, too much of a shock that Jonghyun stopped breathing at once, long enough to clear his head and step outside to shut the door in a hurry.
He didn’t really understand what was going on, it was too much to process, but he knew that there was no way he was going to let anyone into that room that night. He leaned back against the door, panting, heart still pounding, hand throbbing painfully - great, he had burnt himself. He made it back to the kitchen in a daze to run cold water over his hand, frowning deeply. He couldn’t imagine what this would mean for Kibum, for the band and for his career. He wasn’t going to tell the others, not when he himself was hiding or at least not unless Kibum told them himself, even though they probably should know. Being an alpha was one thing, but being an omega was another entirely.
He heaved a sigh, hunching over the sink in defeat. Heats occurred twice yearly the last time he’d checked, and he had stood in that room for no more than three seconds yet he’d felt like he was going to combust. His only relief was that the door seemed to block most of the smell.
He would have to pretend, then, as much as he could that both he and Kibum were fine. He’d let Kibum deal with it however he chose to but in the meantime he didn’t want to be the one responsible for killing his dreams before they even started. Something told him the company would never approve of letting them room together if they knew. He honestly couldn’t say he blamed them.
Solemn, he sat down in front of the bedroom, back to it, and waited for what he felt wouldn’t be the last time.
It hadn’t been easy to shoo the other members out for the night. Minho had tried to reason with him, wanting to quickly grab a change of clothes out their bedroom but Jonghyun adamantly kept at his post, refusing him access. Taemin looked perplexed, Jinki looked mostly worried and Jonghyun was just about ready to growl if one of them tried to sneak past him again. He was forced to make up some story about how Kibum might be contagious, telling them it was the couch or the floor if they didn’t leave. They eventually settled to sleep over at Taemin’s and a few hours later, when Jonghyun was halfway to passing out on the couch, he suddenly realized that this might have been a bad idea after all because he could hear Kibum whimpering through the wall. He pulled his hoodie over his ears, buried his head into a corner of the couch and pressed his hips firmly into the cushion, refusing to believe this was really happening. He preferred completely ignoring the surge he felt as well as the stubborn hard-on he was sporting in favor of crushing his eyes shut and blocking it all out.
Needless to say it was a most uncomfortable night.
Jonghyun woke up the next morning to the sound of the shower running; even in his drowsy state, he was conscious enough to jump to his feet and check the bedroom only to find Taemin’s bunk empty and stripped of its sheets. He panicked, going around the dorm twice until he noticed the only shoes lining the entrance mat were his and Kibum’s.
When the lock on the bathroom door clicked open, Jonghyun made sure he stood a safe distance away just in case, apprehensive. Kibum walked out in fresh clothes, hair dripping wet, smelling strongly of soap and shampoo. Jonghyun didn’t need to ask how Kibum felt - the look on the younger boy’s face told him plainly enough that he knew exactly what had happened and that he was aware Jonghyun probably already knew, too. He also seemed frightened, at a loss. Jonghyun beckoned him over quietly.
“I think I’m…” Kibum started in a low voice, to fill the void.
“I know.”
Kibum sighed, looking absolutely defeated.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“How about you get through today first and then start worrying about later?” Jonghyun suggested, although he was suddenly doubtful when Kibum frowned. “It’s not over yet, is it?”
“I don’t know.” Kibum shrugged with forced nonchalance. “I feel better, though.”
“I’m sorry,” Jonghyun blurted out. Kibum usually wasn’t one to accept other people’s pity but, for the life of him, Jonghyun didn’t know what else to say.
“For what?”
“That this has to happen,” Jonghyun explained. Kibum looked down to his feet, and Jonghyun thought he understood that feeling too well. “Are you hungry?” he changed the subject swiftly.
Kibum nodded and followed him to the kitchen, eating whatever Jonghyun put in front of him with appetite. Jonghyun joined him in a heavy silence, keeping quiet in an effort to be considerate even when the soapy smell clinging to Kibum’s skin gradually faded. When Kibum started fidgeting in his seat however it became too much and Jonghyun was about to snap his chopsticks in half from gripping them too tightly. Kibum suddenly needed to leave.
“Kibum,” Jonghyun spoke gravely, and Kibum’s answer came as a whimpered curse. He stood up on wobbly legs and Jonghyun thought about getting up to help him but decided on keeping his hands to himself, placing them safely in his lap to hide the fact that he was twitching. Kibum was about to lock himself back in the bedroom when he threw a glance over his shoulder, biting his lip. His voice was throaty when he asked, “Can you-could you please just wash Taemin’s sheets?”
Jonghyun let his forehead hit the wood of the table with a thunk once he was out of sight. This was torture.
Kibum decided to tell the management about it, in the end, which was probably the smarter thing to do. They gave him something to mask his scent, looked at him sternly and assured him that it would be kept secret. He had thanked Jonghyun for everything he had done and Jonghyun had had to cross his fingers behind his back and tell him it was fine, that he didn’t mind and was simply glad Kibum was alright.
But after his second heat six months or so later, it became obvious that Kibum was not alright.
Jonghyun had spent it much like the first, with his back to the bedroom door, woken up in the middle of the night by muffled moans and the creaking of a mattress. He’d quickly learned that headphones helped a lot. The company had granted them a two day break and the others had gone home to stay with their families. Jonghyun refused to leave Kibum alone and didn’t trust anyone else to stay with him, although he was beginning to trust himself less and less after his third trip to the bathroom to jerk off. It made him feel so dirty, and not only because Kibum was his bandmate and his best friend but because he almost sounded like he was in pain half the time.
And yet, for all it was worth, he was glad he had stayed when Kibum fell into his arms once it was over, teary-eyed and sniffling loudly.
“I hate this,” he muttered, suppressing a hiccup as Jonghyun hugged him back tightly.
“It’s over now,” Jonghyun reassured him, running his fingers through his long brown hair.
“It gets so painful, you have no idea,” Kibum whispered into his neck. “Drives me crazy.”
Jonghyun thought he did actually have an idea, but he hummed in agreement anyway.
“I don’t want to be like this,” he spoke, barely audible, and Jonghyun had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from tearing up. He comforted Kibum in silence, not knowing what to say apart from I wish I could help but even he knew better.
What confused Jonghyun the most was that Kibum was exactly the same as he always had been. He was still the first to goof around with Jonghyun in between schedules, still dragged him out to go shopping and still stayed up late to watch the same movies whenever he could. No one knew about his secret apart from the members and a few other people thanks to the product he infallibly used to mask his natural scent. Beyond all reason, Jonghyun would be a bit bothered by his rather blank smell whenever they sat huddled together in the back of the van or side by side for an interview or show. He’d come to miss the way he smelled after a shower or in the morning, sometimes hauling himself up into Kibum’s bunk before common sense could tell him he shouldn’t be smelling his friend’s bed sheets. Kibum luckily didn’t seem to mind. He would simply roll his eyes at him and push him until he almost fell off to get him up.
Jonghyun didn’t think much of it; for all he knew this was normal, instinctual even.
What really screwed him up was when he learned one of their makeup artists was also an omega. He’d never had the slightest inkling, not even when he spent an inordinate amount of time sitting with her hunched over him, occasionally blowing hot air on his face and down his neck while she dried his hair. She most likely used the same product Kibum did, but the mere thought of him being so clueless for all this time was startling. And led to questioning Jonghyun would have rather avoided.
He kept treating Kibum like he always did but took on an air of caution at times, especially when it was only the two of them. They had changed dorms and now each had their own room, which definitely made things easier, but at the same time Jonghyun missed their old arrangement. He didn’t know what he wanted anymore.
Kibum’s next heat was much the same, with the exception that Jonghyun now had to take long walks in the hallway outside their apartment on occasion to cool himself down. He didn’t recall Kibum being this… vocal and he was not, was not going to sit there and imagine whatever the hell he was doing in there. Every time he’d let his imagination wander, his palms would sweat and his skin would itch and he’d have to spend the next hour breathing deeply just to calm himself down again.
Like clockwork, Kibum would tear up and cry afterwards and it hurt Jonghyun that he felt this way about himself. He could understand disliking the feeling of being vulnerable, could understand how scary it was to lose control but he couldn’t exactly tell him that so he settled on holding him tight and telling him it would get better.
“It’s not your fault,” Jonghyun murmured into his then blondish-orange hair.
The fact that Kibum didn’t say anything in return but only kept crying did nothing to reassure Jonghyun.
***
The fourth heat came unexpected. They were in Bukchon Hanok, setting up to film another episode of Hello Baby when Jonghyun realized Kibum had been missing on his bathroom break for a while already. He set out to find him, out of boredom at first, but worry began to settle in when he found the bathroom to be empty. That was when it hit him, doing quick math in his head, and all of a sudden it was as if he could not get to him fast enough.
He asked the production crew if they had seen him, but they all shrugged at his question. Jonghyun wondered if Kibum had sneaked out on purpose to ensure he’d be alone, which would be the smart thing to do, but at the same time the fact that he was most likely alone like this unnerved him. He tried to think logically, to think of where Kibum could possibly go and it occurred to him that the walls in this ancient styled house were way too thin to conceal such a strong scent. He didn’t bother finding his coat and rushed outside in his hoodie, slipping past the front gate. He looked down the sidewalk, frowning, before his eyes fell on the many cars lining the street and he hoped he wasn’t wrong.
He ran up to their group van, the one with the tinted windows, and knocked twice. There was the muted whirr of the doors being unlocked and Jonghyun took a deep breath before sliding into the backseat, where Kibum was sitting cross-legged. He left the door open, more for himself than for Kibum; he wasn’t sure if he could trust himself alone in an enclosed space with Kibum like this. It definitely wasn’t something he was willing to risk, although Kibum seemed fairly composed.
“Is it bad, yet?” he asked carefully.
Kibum bit his lip and shook his head silently, leaving Jonghyun to frown at the mixed signals. Mindlessly, he inhaled and nearly choked.
That first time he had walked into the bedroom was nothing compared to this. He took in everything at once in uncannily vivid detail, from how dilated Kibum’s pupils were to how he could practically smell the wet spot in his jeans. Jonghyun jumped when Kibum reached past him to shut the door, shuddering when he realized Kibum was keeping himself from writhing in his seat and barely succeeding.
Kibum took one look at him, gaze dark and heady, and opened his mouth to moan out- “Please.”
Jonghyun froze, blood turning to ice in his veins only to melt and boil the very next second.
“K-Kibum-”
“Please Jjong,” Kibum continued, out of breath, disjointed, “I can’t take this, please, I need-”
“Kibum,” Jonghyun tried again, louder, with a growl in his tone that had Kibum whimpering and fuck if it did things to him. “You can do this, just wait a little longer I’ll get someone to drive you home.”
Kibum latched onto his arm with a bruising grip, looking honestly on the verge of tears. A dry sob wracked through him before he could get his next words out. “I don’t-Jjong-I want you.”
“Please Kibum,” it was Jonghyun’s turn to beg, all the while trying to keep his breaths shallow, to stay sensible, “don’t do this, you’ll be fine, just let me-”
Kibum let out the most heart-wrenching whine, the kind that glued Jonghyun to his seat and made him wide-eyed, made his pulse speed up at an alarming pace.
“I know what I’m asking,” Kibum carried on in the same breathless manner. “Please.”
Kibum leaned in suddenly and Jonghyun braced himself for a mess of teeth and tongue but Kibum stopped abruptly in front of him. Jonghyun swore he could hear Kibum’s sharp intake of breath as the boy undoubtedly smelled him. He backed away in surprise, round-eyed, and Jonghyun looked down into his lap, sheepish.
If he’d been hard before, Kibum’s begging had only made it worse and he could feel himself oozing precum, could smell himself and he knew by Kibum’s staggered expression that he’d figured it out too, that Jonghyun didn’t smell like a simple beta. That he wasn’t a simple beta.
“You…” he croaked out, and Jonghyun was so nervous he was shaking, although the unexpected glazed look in Kibum’s eyes told him he needed to act fast.
Without thinking, he scrambled backwards, reaching for the handle and swinging the door open before either of them could do anything rash. He ran back towards the set, the only thing on his mind being that Kibum needed to be driven home and needed to be far from him, fast. There was only one person he knew that he would trust with Kibum in this state and he hoped she was still around. He looked for her frantically in every room, getting a few blatant stares in the process, and yelled out her name when he finally spotted her, the only other omega he knew.
She looked up right away, scrunching up her nose when he stood in front of her.
“Kibum,” he panted, “you have to dr-drive him home.”
She only frowned, looking both confused and startled, probably because of the mix of scents she could smell on him.
“He’s in heat.”
Her eyes widened at once but she nodded swiftly and Jonghyun could have fallen to his knees in thanks and in relief.
He led her to the van, staying a safe distance away and watched as it drove off, nerves still crackling and wondering how the hell he was supposed to get through today’s filming. He shrugged out of his hoodie with a sigh, letting the cold winter air lick over his skin in hopes that it would dissipate his scent and help calm him down.
He was very distracted that day, to say the least. His mind kept going back to the feverish look in Kibum’s eyes and the strain in his voice as he’d pleaded. It made Jonghyun shiver; Kibum swallowing his pride like that wasn’t something he’d ever expected to see, although he supposed he wasn’t exactly himself at the moment. Then again, he had seemed pretty lucid, only… desperate. Jonghyun had to wonder at the truth in his words when he’d said he wanted him.
And that was the heart of the issue, wasn’t it? Kibum wouldn’t always be alone during his heats. Jonghyun couldn’t deny always feeling a little possessive of the younger boy and the mere idea of someone taking advantage of him like this, even if it appeared consensual, sickened him. Kibum could handle himself just fine on any given day, but during his heats? Jonghyun had been guarding his bedroom door these past years for a reason.
He began to wonder if he had done the right thing, and that was when he realized he was fucked.
When Jonghyun entered their dorm alone that night, the other members having left to visit their families for the impromptu two-day break, it was with a heavy heart and confused mind. The fact that he was doubting his decision upset him as much as it scared him. He went to bed with his ear buds tucked in, volume a little louder than usual and yet all he could hear when he closed his eyes were the tales he had heard so often as a kid; the ones about reckless alphas and their greed, the ones he had been warned against. Now he worried that they may have been more accurate than he’d initially given them credit for. The last thing he wanted was to inconvenience Kibum because of what he was: what, not who, because he was determined not to let the lump on his dick and the lingering possessive instinct dictate his life.
He woke up to his phone’s empty battery, feeling as if he hadn’t slept a wink. He found Kibum in the kitchen, freshly cleaned as usual, hunched over a bowl of noodles. He stopped chewing to instead stare blatantly as Jonghyun helped himself to some too before sitting slouched in the seat facing him.
Kibum observed him in silence for a while before asking, bluntly, “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“For the same reason you don’t tell anyone,” he answered with a sigh. This wasn’t a conversation he particularly wanted to have, however inevitable.
Kibum went uncharacteristically quiet after that, the only sound filling the space between being the messy slurp of noodles.
“I’m not sorry,” he eventually spoke meekly, tone suggesting just the opposite.
Jonghyun stopped eating, but couldn’t find it in himself to answer. Of all the reactions he’d imagined Kibum having, repentance was the one he had hoped for. Repentance meant Jonghyun could forgive him quickly and go back to the way things were before, before his secret had been out in the open. It meant Jonghyun going back to guarding Kibum’s bedroom door and going back to their comfortable friendship that had always come so easily to them. That Kibum apparently had something else in mind was conflicting.
“I know you think I wasn’t... exactly rational but it’s not like I lose my mind. I wouldn’t have asked if it had been someone else.” Kibum was staring into his bowl as he spoke, not out of shame but out of guilt. Jonghyun couldn’t stand it. It wasn’t his fault, and Jonghyun would never judge him for it.
“I just don’t want you to do something you’ll regret,” he reasoned, sounding calmer than he felt inside.
“You think I’d regret you?” Kibum asked honestly, looking up.
Jonghyun was speechless.
For a split second, Kibum’s lips curled upwards and Jonghyun’s chest warmed at the sight. He wanted to mirror the expression, to smile back and tell Kibum that even if he hadn’t dared to let himself think about it, he knew he wanted it. That he hadn’t let himself think about it because he was so afraid of how much he might want it.
“Are you sure?” he had to ask. “I mean, you’re sure it’s not just because I’m an alpha? You’re still technically in heat, Kibum. I’m pretty sure it’s normal for you to seek one out.”
“And I’m pretty sure I begged for you before I even knew you were an alpha,” Kibum answered back, blunt as ever. “You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to knock down my bedroom door and roll over for you. Don’t make me beg some more.”
Jonghyun gaped at him, shocked, only able to reason a quiet, “Kibum…”
Kibum merely set his chopsticks down and leaned forward, locking gazes with him.
“Look Jjong, I don’t care what you think will happen because I trust you and if there’s anyone in the world I can imagine doing this with it’s you and if-”
“Okay.”
“…What?”
“I said okay,” and he spoke it with a real smile, this time.
He had been half-expecting to be assaulted as soon as the words left his lips, but instead Kibum dropped his gaze to the table, hidden behind overgrown brown bangs. He looked rather shy, and it made Jonghyun’s heart swell.
The rest was very much a blur; he remembered accompanying Kibum to his bedroom, lying down with him on his bed. Kibum had shuffled over to kiss him, gently, carefully at first and Jonghyun had reciprocated just as slowly, laying a hand on Kibum’s hip and feeling his lips stretch into a smile despite himself. Kibum had fisted a hand in his shirt, pushing himself closer, and let out a soft, muted noise from the back of his throat. Jonghyun never stood a chance.
***
Being with Kibum was incredible. There was a closeness, a comfort between them that made it easy. Jonghyun knew Kibum’s body, had seen him naked already; there was no shame left between them. The way in which Kibum had entrusted him completely turned him on more than he wanted to admit. One of his most vivid memories of that night was lying tied with Kibum in his arms and his face in his neck, nuzzling and nipping the soft skin that smelled like it was made for just that, mixed with the sourness of fresh sweat. He’d woken up with a smile on his face and if it were any indication, Kibum’s lack of whimpers as he slept in that day was something to be proud of.
When he boasted to Kibum about it once the boy had awoken, Kibum told him his alpha pride was adorable. Jonghyun resorted to pouting and proceeded to ignore him for all of three minutes; he had been aiming for longer but Kibum managed to command his attention again, notably by kissing him.
The next day, Kibum asked him if he was going to tell management now.
“Are you kidding? Not saying anything was the best idea I ever had!”
Kibum chuckled, mood upped, but shrieked when Jonghyun tackled him on the couch for no other reason than being giddy and wanting to. Kibum still managed to end up on top somehow and, even as he pushed a cushion to Jonghyun’s face to force him still, the elder couldn’t bring himself to regret a single thing.
The next months were spent trading secret glances, sharing suspiciously long showers and exchanging quiet kisses in the dark. It had taken no less than six weeks for Minho to figure it out and if it hadn’t been for him it would have probably taken much longer for the others to notice anything - a testament to just how right Kibum had been. They were still the same, with the exception that Jonghyun would now be guarding Kibum’s bedroom door from the inside. And Jonghyun loved it.
When the beginning of July rolled around, Kibum began to worry that his heat would hit right when they would be promoting Lucifer. It was only luck - good or bad, however you saw it - that Minho’s injury forced them to delay their comeback. They still had scheduled shows to record, but excusing himself from one of those would be much less conspicuous than missing out on a performance.
Hence how they were all, save Minho, sitting to the side of the stage on Star King and hiding their hairstyles under hats and bandanas. Jonghyun was very much bored, busying himself with fiddling with Kibum’s shirt and poking him when that didn’t elicit a reaction. He tried to remember to keep his hands to himself, mostly, when the cameras were rolling.
When the producers suddenly announced a ten minute break in order to set up for the last act, Jonghyun reached out to prod Kibum in the ribs out of habit. He was hoping a tickling fight would ensue, but as soon as he’d touched him it was as if Kibum had frozen rigid, tension clear in his posture. Jonghyun was genuinely confused for a second until Kibum gave him a meaningful look and shifted in his seat with an air of discomfort.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned.
Kibum nodded, swallowing thickly before replying, “So far. Just d-don’t touch me.”
Jonghyun leaned away a little to give him some space, eyeing Kibum in worry. They still had at least half an hour of filming left and he dreaded what it would be like by the end of it. Kibum kept completely still, even as filming resumed, and Jonghyun had to give him credit for trying to act normal. He looked a bit stiff, but as long as the cameras didn’t focus on him he would go unnoticed.
Surprisingly, Kibum was able to keep it together until the end of the shoot, although Jonghyun had to admit he was sweating on his behalf the entire time - which probably did nothing to help Kibum. He’d been shifting in his seat more and more as the end approached, fingers curling over the edges of the stool, white-knuckled. Jonghyun could even smell him faintly through the product he still diligently used, yet he hoped it was only because he was sitting right next to him and knew his scent by heart. His jaw was set, clenched in a way Jonghyun knew meant he was holding back whimpers. He frowned, because even though it stirred up something deep inside of him to see him like this, it also made him feel bad for Kibum. They’d have to get out of there fast.
When the producer announced that the shoot was over, every one jumped to their feet, bowing curtly to each other before retreating backstage. Kibum, however, stayed firmly put. Jonghyun waited until others were out of earshot before chancing a touch to his shoulder; Kibum jerked, a low unintentional sound escaping his throat, and let his head fall into his hands.
“Fuck, get me out of here,” he groaned.
Jonghyun grabbed his wrist and pulled him up to his feet, his smell intensifying shortly as he did so and all that was on Jonghyun’s mind was hurry.
He pulled Kibum across the stage to exit by the other side, dragging him along empty hallways. There was no denying the stench that followed Kibum now and he knew his own would become apparent in a matter of moments, too.
They were nearing a corner when sudden voices startled them, prompting Jonghyun to press Kibum up against the wall, stifling his noise of surprise as best as he could with the palm of his hand and knocking his hat off in the process. He waited until the voices faded, trying to ignore the way Kibum was shaking against him yet his heart did a double-take when the younger boy darted out his tongue to lick along his palm. Jonghyun felt his legs go numb at the slightly dulled look in his eyes, cursing himself because they couldn’t stall and yet Kibum was by no means helping. His head lulling slightly to the side in an effort to bear his neck was the last straw; Jonghyun growled loudly, pulling him off the wall before he could even think of doing something else. He navigated through the corridors in record time, working off pure adrenaline, and managed to find Jinki while Kibum kept an iron grip on his arm. Jinki understood right away, fetching their van’s keys and Jonghyun thanked him breathlessly as they finally settled into the car. Jonghyun buckled Kibum in, hoping the seatbelt would help them keep things clean during the thankfully short drive although he knew there was no way of preventing Jinki from getting an earful.
As if on cue, the motor purred as it started and Kibum let out a groan. Jonghyun had seated himself as far away as he could on the backseat but his resolve quickly crumbled at that; he slid himself closer at once to latch his lips onto Kibum’s neck like he’d been tempted to before. Kibum was instantly keening, hands fisting in Jonghyun’s shirt and hips grinding into the leather of the bench. Without warning, Jonghyun kneaded him through his jeans, hoping it would take the edge off a little but Kibum’s keens only became louder from then on. Jonghyun moved to kiss him with plenty of tongue to muffle him for Jinki’s sake, growing unbelievably hard in his pants. He knew Kibum could smell him by the way his nails were digging into his skin through his shirt.
Jinki was nice enough to not say anything, although he did look all kinds of awkward and relieved when he finally dropped them off at their dorm. Jonghyun barely had time to thank him before one of Kibum’s hands wandered into his hair, grabbing him roughly and kissing him.
Jonghyun fumbled to unlock the door with Kibum plastered to his front, pressing their hips together insistently. They both stumbled inside as the door flung open and Jonghyun wasted no time shutting it again to pin Kibum behind it, back-to-chest. Kibum moaned freely when Jonghyun rubbed his hot, hard length against Kibum’s ass, rutting against him as Kibum began rolling his hips back to match his tempo.
Kibum’s mouth fell open, jaw slack, emitting a strangled sound and smelling him get wet did things to Jonghyun he couldn’t explain. He nuzzled Kibum’s shirt aside to close his teeth around the skin of his shoulder, making Kibum curl his back to stick his ass out with an appreciative mewl.
“Need it - Jjong,” he whined, panting. His need to be taken and knotted until he was full was driving him crazy and the fact that Jonghyun could feel it, smell it, hear it woke up the primal part in him that told him to just claim.
He ripped himself off of Kibum, leading them to the younger boy's bedroom but Kibum had other plans, marching straight to Jonghyun’s bedroom. Jonghyun followed easily, pulling his shirt off before wrestling a very willing Kibum onto his mattress.
Kibum wasn’t tame in bed and he sure knew how to use his hips to reach that special spot inside of him whenever they switched, but Kibum in heat was something else entirely. Jonghyun wasn’t used to him being this submissive but he wasn’t one to complain, not when it meant Kibum was constantly trying to cant his hips towards him, bowing his back and spreading his legs at the slightest touch. The ease with which he let himself be handled turned Jonghyun on almost as much as the intoxicating smell that seemed to ooze from his every pore.
Jonghyun helped him fight off his tight jeans, heartbeat drumming in his ears when he realized Kibum had actually soaked through his briefs already. Kibum tugged off his own bandana, brown fringe falling messily into his eyes and Jonghyun suddenly appreciated his hairstyle even more as it was sleek with sweat, the shaved side giving him a full view of Kibum’s profile and sharp jawline that he very much wanted to lick.
“Off, get these off,” Kibum mumbled, clawing at Jonghyun’s pants.
Jonghyun could only oblige, squirming on the bed to kick them off as Kibum slid closer, flinging his own shirt to the side, legs spread around him. When Jonghyun was finally naked, Kibum was biting his lip with a pained frown, hips tilted upwards in a silent plea for Jonghyun to get it on. He let out a high-pitched yelp when Jonghyun flipped him onto his stomach instead and tore his briefs off. Had this been any other day, Kibum would have given him a hard time for it but he was too far-gone to complain now, pushing his ass back and fuck he was dripping.
The smell assaulted Jonghyun at once, stronger than ever, and he leaned in on instinct to taste.
Kibum grunted lowly, body turning to mush as his knees slid sideways, spreading him out as Jonghyun’s tongue easily slipped into him. Jonghyun had to hook his elbows under Kibum’s thighs to keep him propped up, his heightened senses combined with the suffocating scent as well as the indescribable sounds of pleasure Kibum was making made him feel dangerously light-headed, groin throbbing with the sudden rush.
The amount of slick Kibum was pumping out was unbelievable, so much that it was trickling down the insides of his thighs and Jonghyun’s chin.
“Jjong,” Kibum moaned, demanding, and Jonghyun knew it meant his tongue was no longer enough.
He kissed up Kibum’s arched back, leaving a trail as he did so before kissing Kibum full on the mouth and twisting two fingers inside of him, making Kibum keen anew. His lips were shiny by the time Jonghyun pulled back, adding a third finger when Kibum was vigorously rolling his hips back although even that didn’t satisfy him for long.
“Jjong,” he choked out, “give, gimme-”
Kibum cried out loud when Jonghyun entered him without another word, the force of his thrust knocking Kibum flat against the bed. He started up a harsh pace, one that Kibum seemed to appreciate fully and vocally. He was sweating already, rivulets running down his neck and jaw, pink lips parting even wider when Jonghyun squeezed his round, plump ass.
“Alpha.” The word came out as a breathy murmur, and the way it was spoken combined with how Kibum looked as he said it pulled a groan from the depth of Jonghyun’s gut.
He bent down over Kibum’s back to nip at the mark he had already bitten into his shoulder, thrusts slowing down to a more languid rut, sinking deeper into Kibum’s wet heat and earning a broken hum from the younger boy.
“Feel better, now?” Jonghyun asked, feeling a bit cocky because who wouldn’t when their other half looked like that?
“Shut up and f-fuck me,” Kibum answered bitingly, despite the stutter. Jonghyun smirked, licking a wet stripe between Kibum’s shoulders up to his neck, sucking another bruise at the skin there that would stand stark against the flushed skin.
He brought Kibum’s hips into his lap, letting his forehead rest against his shoulder blade, and picked up the pace again. It only took a few seconds before Kibum came, untouched, babbling incoherently throughout his orgasm as Jonghyun kept rocking into him.
When Jonghyun tried to pull back once it was over, Kibum clamped down on him but Jonghyun had something else in mind. He pulled out despite the younger boy’s protests, which died down in his throat when Jonghyun turned him around to face him. He looked debauched, hair a tousled mess, although he wasn’t quite satisfied yet; there was only one thing that could sate him in this state, and Jonghyun wanted to see his face when it did.
He slid himself back in and rolled onto his back so that Kibum was crouched above him.
“Come on, show me what you want,” he spoke with a snap of his hips and Kibum didn’t need telling twice.
He began bouncing up and down, aided by Jonghyun hands on his waist but the motion soon turned into a fast, heavy grinding as he got more and more desperate to tie. Jonghyun threw his head back, panting into the stuffy air when he felt himself begin to swell. Kibum felt it too, judging by the sudden stinging pain of his nails scratching down Jonghyun’s chest. He shuddered as Jonghyun’s knot grew, the movement of his hips becoming jerkier until it stopped altogether.
For the first time in hours, Kibum went dead still, no longer squirming apart from the twitching of the muscles in his thighs and the heaving of his chest. Jonghyun released inside of him in long, drawn-out spurts that Kibum could undoubtedly feel, that finally worked to calm him down and gave him what he’d been craving all along.
“Oh god,” Jonghyun breathed out, a bone-deep exhaustion crashing into him at once, filling his head with haze and yet it was the best thing he’d ever experienced.
Kibum lied down on top of him a bit awkwardly, restricted in his range, but managed to rest his cheek on Jonghyun’s chest while the older boy combed his fringe back. Jonghyun’s eyes began to close on their own after some time, sleep slowly lulling him in when a sudden tug brought him back to reality.
Kibum was sitting up on him again, tightening rhythmically around Jonghyun’s knot and rolling his hips with a smirk to keep him from untying, looking absolutely sinful.
Jonghyun was in no position to resist, wondering in the back of his mind who was really in control.
Kibum didn’t let up for hours; Jonghyun lost count of how many loads he’d pumped into him after five, his chest and back covered in red streaks, courtesy of Kibum’s blunt nails. He wore a matching hickey at the base of his neck along with bite marks on his bicep. He’d never seen Kibum this wild, and it wasn’t until the n-th time he released into Kibum, by then back on all fours, that the younger boy began to lose steam. The back of his thighs and ass were red from where their skin had slapped together, cum leaking out from around Jonghyun’s knot. The sheets were beyond soiled and Jonghyun was pretty sure the entire apartment floor could smell them, not to mention Kibum looked thoroughly and undeniably done.
Kibum had face-planted onto the mattress and while it was tempting to just collapse on top of him and refuse to move for the next few hours, he still maneuvered them so they were lying side by side, arm slung lazily across Kibum’s side. He reached for a - relatively - clean pillow with the other.
Kibum was strangely quiet, and it bothered Jonghyun that he couldn’t see his face so he settled on asking, “Seriously, do you feel better?”
Kibum looked at him over his shoulder with a soft but worn-out smile, the very picture of contentment. Jonghyun smiled back, worries instantly vanishing.
“Yeah.” He twisted in Jonghyun’s hold to place a small, chaste peck to the older boy’s plush bottom lip. “You?”
“I can’t feel my body, I think you fucked me unconscious.”
Kibum rolled his eyes. “You’re so romantic,” he joked.
Jonghyun ducked his head to nuzzle Kibum’s blond stubble in silent apology before trying again.
“I could stay knotted in you forever?” he sweet-talked, playing along yet only half-kidding.
Kibum tensed his ass around him, squeezing Jonghyun and making him groan. Kibum chuckled shamelessly. “Better,” he finally acknowledged.
They lay in silence for a while as Jonghyun traced patterns with the tips of his fingers on Kibum’s stomach. Kibum was already well on his way to falling asleep when something occurred to him.
“Did you want to have sex in my room just because you didn’t want to have to wash your sheets?”
Kibum shook his head on the pillow, not even opening his eyes as he mumbled his reply.
“It’s because it smells like you.”
And Jonghyun fell a little more in love.
When Jonghyun woke up, the comforter was entirely pushed off of the bed and Kibum lay curled between his legs, head resting on his thigh just close enough for his tongue to dart out and lick along his shaft. He was already hard, body reacting before his mind could.
His hips snapped up of their own will, his erection grazing Kibum’s cheek, leaving a shining trail of precum.
“Jesus,” he huffed. Kibum looked up at once and smirked; his eyes were glazed over again, and Jonghyun suddenly felt very awake.
Kibum gave him two quick pumps with his hand and licked the head clean before speaking tersely, “Come on.” He got up, grip still firm around him and tugged Jonghyun along to the bathroom with sultry eyes.
Jonghyun was fucking him into the wall of the shower no less than two minutes later. The water had turned cold by the time he slumped against Kibum, tying with him again. The younger boy kept drawing tight circles with his hips, milking him until Jonghyun was spurting thick, warm cum inside of him. They ended up in a heap on the bathroom floor, with Kibum in Jonghyun’s lap, sprawled out on his chest. He mewled quietly as Jonghyun reached around to jerk him off in slow, lazy strokes, brushing the tip of his stiff cock with the pad of his thumb every so often. Kibum’s chest was heaving, moaning brokenly into Jonghyun’s mouth as he kissed him messily, neck craned to the side to suck on Jonghyun’s tongue.
The heat wave eventually died off, leaving a rather drowsy Kibum seated on top of him. Jonghyun nuzzled his shoulder, pecking the moist skin in apology when he’d shifted too fast and caused Kibum to whine throatily at the pull. Jonghyun carefully helped him off a while later once they had untied, grabbing a towel to dry them and wrapping Kibum in it before fetching sweatpants for himself. Kibum didn’t even bother to pull on new boxers; they would be ruined in a matter of minutes, maybe an hour, anyway.
In an attempt to be responsible, they ended up in the kitchen to eat something even though neither was especially hungry. They would probably be emptying the fridge come the next morning, though.
Jonghyun was understandably distracted when Kibum licked his fingers clean mid-meal, and something told him the gesture may not have been so innocent when Kibum locked eyes with him over the table. Jonghyun barely had the presence of mind to move their food aside before going around and bending Kibum over said table. Kibum took it all in stride, hiking his knee up beside him, bracing himself. He whined throatily when Jonghyun spent too much time just teasing, dragging the tip of his shaft along his perineum and around his entrance as he kept a firm grip on Kibum’s bent knee.
The legs of the table screeched on the tiled floor as his hips snapped forward, and it was only a few thrusts until Kibum was streaking the wood with his release.
Jonghyun turned him over onto his back and was about to enter him once more when Kibum stopped him with a hand to his chest. He was eyeing something behind Jonghyun with interest, and Jonghyun nearly choked on his spit when he realized he was assessing the massage chair in a corner of their living room with a pointedly raised eyebrow. He drew his attention back to Jonghyun, grinning wickedly.
“Wanna take a ride?”
Jonghyun barely had time to agree before Kibum was pushing him into the chair and straddling him.
And later, much, much later when the black leather of the chair was a sticky mess and Jonghyun could practically feel his brain leaking out of his skull, he caught himself thinking that perhaps being an alpha wasn’t so bad.
Actually, not so bad at all. Not with Kibum.
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Replies in jongkeykink \o/
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut, α/β/Ω
Note: Fill for this prompt over at jongkeykink, original version posted there.
WARNINGS: A/B/O verse, knotting, heat, male self-lubrication
A/N: So. I wasn't going to post this here unless I gave it a thorough editing because I rushed to write it (sorry about the abrupt ending, I ran out of steam) but I ended up only editing some parts because others I just don’t know how to re-work OTL. Here it is again with a few minor things changed.
This was the 100712 Star King shoot, btw. Short reference to this prompt at the end.
Thank you so very much to those who commented on the meme, I’m so glad (and relieved!) you liked it! You are all so nice ;_;
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Jonghyun never considered his memory to be particularly good, but if there was one thing he remembered with distinct clarity, it was his first meeting with Kibum at the company. It wasn’t so much the images that had stuck to him, but the feeling that had lingered in the pit of his stomach, at the back of his mind upon noticing that Kibum was rather different. A good kind of different. The kind of different that would take him a few years to fully understand.
They were only kids back then, naïve in every sense of the word. They got along well, once the awkwardness of the first few encounters had passed. They were both so focused on training, too worried by the prospect of a seemingly unattainable debut to pay mind to much else.
Which was why Jonghyun had stopped dead in the shower one morning, blatantly staring down and eyeing his newly formed knot in disbelief, flustered. He knew what this meant, knew the biology of it all and recalled his parents telling him it runs in the family when they’d sat him down after supper one night. But Jonghyun was a mere two months short of being fifteen, and a part of him didn’t feel ready for this. From what he’d gathered during more serious talks with his father, it was more of a burden than anything else to be an alpha these days. Too many had a bad reputation, not to mention the stereotypes that followed the rest of them. He didn’t need that, didn’t want that, not when he was training to become an idol, not when so much relied on image and when the company had already made it very clear that these things were best kept private.
He’d turned the water to cold, feeling more disheartened than he probably should, before proceeding to pat himself dry and get dressed as if this were any other normal day. A sense of paranoia had bubbled up in him upon stepping into the practice room, because what if people noticed? What if he turned into one of those alphas who couldn’t control themselves? His thoughts were cut short when Kibum waved at him, moving across the room to come speak to him like he always did. When it became obvious Kibum wasn’t treating him any differently, Jonghyun felt himself loosen up with relief.
At some point, Jonghyun stopped worrying about it. An entire year-and-some had passed and he didn’t feel any different, no one seemed to notice and he was truly beginning to think that being an alpha was nothing special. He’d stopped believing all those stories people spun about mating frenzies, chalking it up to exaggerated gossip and folklore. Omegas were rare, rarer than alphas these days anyway and quite frankly Jonghyun had other things to worry about, like his looming debut.
Obviously, he should have known better.
The “problem” began shortly after. They were quite literally in the middle of practice, their title song on repeat, standing in front of the mirror with the choreographer in front when Kibum broke formation, stumbling a little to lean against the wall. Jonghyun kept dancing, wincing at the harsh way the choreographer called Kibum back to order only to slow down to a stop when Kibum didn’t respond. He had slid down to the floor, brow pinched into a frown and looked genuinely queasy. The coach dropped his strict façade at once, crouching beside him and offering him a bottle of water which Kibum refused.
“Are you okay?” Jonghyun asked with a hand on his shoulder, surprised to feel Kibum burning up through his t-shirt. “Shit I think you have a fever.”
The coach placed his hand to his sweaty forehead, drawing it back just as quickly, evidently worried.
“Kibum, how do you feel?”
“Not too good,” came the feeble answer, his voice lower and huskier than normal. He suddenly leaned forward, head thumping against Jonghyun’s chest as he let out a groan. Jonghyun was beyond alarmed at this point, cradling his shoulders and trying to get him to sit straight again.
“Stomach ache,” Kibum explained, face still buried in Jonghyun’s sweaty t-shirt.
It only took a few minutes before he and Kibum were being huddled into the backseat of a car, headed towards their dorm. Jonghyun had volunteered to stay there with him, disliking the idea of Kibum being alone in this state and assuring their manager that he’d be fine, that he’d taken care of his sister many times before and knew what he was doing - for the most part. Kibum was turning frighteningly pale, beads of sweat still dripping from his hairline even though he had begun shivering. Jonghyun didn’t like seeing him like this; there was just something about it that made him very uneasy.
He rushed Kibum off to bed as soon as they stepped inside, making sure the boy made it to a mattress alright before looking around the kitchen for a towel. He ran it under warm water, padding back to the bedroom where the air felt thicker, heavier somehow. Kibum was burrowed under a blanket in Taemin’s bunk, having ignored his own top one. He groaned again when Jonghyun dabbed at his forehead with the damp towel.
“I feel like shit,” he confessed, a rather familiar whine seeping into his tone.
Jonghyun kept himself from chuckling, out of pity. “Try and get some rest.”
Kibum curled onto his side, one arm clutching his stomach and the other pressing the towel to his forehead. Jonghyun stayed seated at the edge of the bed, rubbing Kibum’s back in what he could only hope was a soothing manner. He continued until Kibum seemed to relax, his posture no longer as crisp, before exiting quietly and shutting the door behind himself.
He loitered in front of the door for a while; a part of him wanted to stay inside but the more rational part of him figured Kibum might prefer some space. He dragged his feet to the kitchen, looking for something simple he could prepare; he ended up with a pot on the stove, although it took a while to get the soup to boil, the stove uncooperative throughout.
Almost an hour had passed by the time he poured it into a bowl, giving it a careful taste before deciding it would do. He slowly made his way to the bedroom, balancing the bowl with one hand to turn the knob with the other. He took one step inside and jerked into a full stop: the smell was so thick, so pungent in the air it was as if Jonghyun physically could not move for a second. It was unlike anything he had ever smelled before and yet he knew exactly what it was. His heartbeat sped up, his senses went into hyper-drive and Jonghyun swore he could smell every single thing from the drying sweat on Kibum’s skin to what could only be slick leaking out of him. It was all so vivid, too much of a shock that Jonghyun stopped breathing at once, long enough to clear his head and step outside to shut the door in a hurry.
He didn’t really understand what was going on, it was too much to process, but he knew that there was no way he was going to let anyone into that room that night. He leaned back against the door, panting, heart still pounding, hand throbbing painfully - great, he had burnt himself. He made it back to the kitchen in a daze to run cold water over his hand, frowning deeply. He couldn’t imagine what this would mean for Kibum, for the band and for his career. He wasn’t going to tell the others, not when he himself was hiding or at least not unless Kibum told them himself, even though they probably should know. Being an alpha was one thing, but being an omega was another entirely.
He heaved a sigh, hunching over the sink in defeat. Heats occurred twice yearly the last time he’d checked, and he had stood in that room for no more than three seconds yet he’d felt like he was going to combust. His only relief was that the door seemed to block most of the smell.
He would have to pretend, then, as much as he could that both he and Kibum were fine. He’d let Kibum deal with it however he chose to but in the meantime he didn’t want to be the one responsible for killing his dreams before they even started. Something told him the company would never approve of letting them room together if they knew. He honestly couldn’t say he blamed them.
Solemn, he sat down in front of the bedroom, back to it, and waited for what he felt wouldn’t be the last time.
It hadn’t been easy to shoo the other members out for the night. Minho had tried to reason with him, wanting to quickly grab a change of clothes out their bedroom but Jonghyun adamantly kept at his post, refusing him access. Taemin looked perplexed, Jinki looked mostly worried and Jonghyun was just about ready to growl if one of them tried to sneak past him again. He was forced to make up some story about how Kibum might be contagious, telling them it was the couch or the floor if they didn’t leave. They eventually settled to sleep over at Taemin’s and a few hours later, when Jonghyun was halfway to passing out on the couch, he suddenly realized that this might have been a bad idea after all because he could hear Kibum whimpering through the wall. He pulled his hoodie over his ears, buried his head into a corner of the couch and pressed his hips firmly into the cushion, refusing to believe this was really happening. He preferred completely ignoring the surge he felt as well as the stubborn hard-on he was sporting in favor of crushing his eyes shut and blocking it all out.
Needless to say it was a most uncomfortable night.
Jonghyun woke up the next morning to the sound of the shower running; even in his drowsy state, he was conscious enough to jump to his feet and check the bedroom only to find Taemin’s bunk empty and stripped of its sheets. He panicked, going around the dorm twice until he noticed the only shoes lining the entrance mat were his and Kibum’s.
When the lock on the bathroom door clicked open, Jonghyun made sure he stood a safe distance away just in case, apprehensive. Kibum walked out in fresh clothes, hair dripping wet, smelling strongly of soap and shampoo. Jonghyun didn’t need to ask how Kibum felt - the look on the younger boy’s face told him plainly enough that he knew exactly what had happened and that he was aware Jonghyun probably already knew, too. He also seemed frightened, at a loss. Jonghyun beckoned him over quietly.
“I think I’m…” Kibum started in a low voice, to fill the void.
“I know.”
Kibum sighed, looking absolutely defeated.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“How about you get through today first and then start worrying about later?” Jonghyun suggested, although he was suddenly doubtful when Kibum frowned. “It’s not over yet, is it?”
“I don’t know.” Kibum shrugged with forced nonchalance. “I feel better, though.”
“I’m sorry,” Jonghyun blurted out. Kibum usually wasn’t one to accept other people’s pity but, for the life of him, Jonghyun didn’t know what else to say.
“For what?”
“That this has to happen,” Jonghyun explained. Kibum looked down to his feet, and Jonghyun thought he understood that feeling too well. “Are you hungry?” he changed the subject swiftly.
Kibum nodded and followed him to the kitchen, eating whatever Jonghyun put in front of him with appetite. Jonghyun joined him in a heavy silence, keeping quiet in an effort to be considerate even when the soapy smell clinging to Kibum’s skin gradually faded. When Kibum started fidgeting in his seat however it became too much and Jonghyun was about to snap his chopsticks in half from gripping them too tightly. Kibum suddenly needed to leave.
“Kibum,” Jonghyun spoke gravely, and Kibum’s answer came as a whimpered curse. He stood up on wobbly legs and Jonghyun thought about getting up to help him but decided on keeping his hands to himself, placing them safely in his lap to hide the fact that he was twitching. Kibum was about to lock himself back in the bedroom when he threw a glance over his shoulder, biting his lip. His voice was throaty when he asked, “Can you-could you please just wash Taemin’s sheets?”
Jonghyun let his forehead hit the wood of the table with a thunk once he was out of sight. This was torture.
Kibum decided to tell the management about it, in the end, which was probably the smarter thing to do. They gave him something to mask his scent, looked at him sternly and assured him that it would be kept secret. He had thanked Jonghyun for everything he had done and Jonghyun had had to cross his fingers behind his back and tell him it was fine, that he didn’t mind and was simply glad Kibum was alright.
But after his second heat six months or so later, it became obvious that Kibum was not alright.
Jonghyun had spent it much like the first, with his back to the bedroom door, woken up in the middle of the night by muffled moans and the creaking of a mattress. He’d quickly learned that headphones helped a lot. The company had granted them a two day break and the others had gone home to stay with their families. Jonghyun refused to leave Kibum alone and didn’t trust anyone else to stay with him, although he was beginning to trust himself less and less after his third trip to the bathroom to jerk off. It made him feel so dirty, and not only because Kibum was his bandmate and his best friend but because he almost sounded like he was in pain half the time.
And yet, for all it was worth, he was glad he had stayed when Kibum fell into his arms once it was over, teary-eyed and sniffling loudly.
“I hate this,” he muttered, suppressing a hiccup as Jonghyun hugged him back tightly.
“It’s over now,” Jonghyun reassured him, running his fingers through his long brown hair.
“It gets so painful, you have no idea,” Kibum whispered into his neck. “Drives me crazy.”
Jonghyun thought he did actually have an idea, but he hummed in agreement anyway.
“I don’t want to be like this,” he spoke, barely audible, and Jonghyun had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from tearing up. He comforted Kibum in silence, not knowing what to say apart from I wish I could help but even he knew better.
What confused Jonghyun the most was that Kibum was exactly the same as he always had been. He was still the first to goof around with Jonghyun in between schedules, still dragged him out to go shopping and still stayed up late to watch the same movies whenever he could. No one knew about his secret apart from the members and a few other people thanks to the product he infallibly used to mask his natural scent. Beyond all reason, Jonghyun would be a bit bothered by his rather blank smell whenever they sat huddled together in the back of the van or side by side for an interview or show. He’d come to miss the way he smelled after a shower or in the morning, sometimes hauling himself up into Kibum’s bunk before common sense could tell him he shouldn’t be smelling his friend’s bed sheets. Kibum luckily didn’t seem to mind. He would simply roll his eyes at him and push him until he almost fell off to get him up.
Jonghyun didn’t think much of it; for all he knew this was normal, instinctual even.
What really screwed him up was when he learned one of their makeup artists was also an omega. He’d never had the slightest inkling, not even when he spent an inordinate amount of time sitting with her hunched over him, occasionally blowing hot air on his face and down his neck while she dried his hair. She most likely used the same product Kibum did, but the mere thought of him being so clueless for all this time was startling. And led to questioning Jonghyun would have rather avoided.
He kept treating Kibum like he always did but took on an air of caution at times, especially when it was only the two of them. They had changed dorms and now each had their own room, which definitely made things easier, but at the same time Jonghyun missed their old arrangement. He didn’t know what he wanted anymore.
Kibum’s next heat was much the same, with the exception that Jonghyun now had to take long walks in the hallway outside their apartment on occasion to cool himself down. He didn’t recall Kibum being this… vocal and he was not, was not going to sit there and imagine whatever the hell he was doing in there. Every time he’d let his imagination wander, his palms would sweat and his skin would itch and he’d have to spend the next hour breathing deeply just to calm himself down again.
Like clockwork, Kibum would tear up and cry afterwards and it hurt Jonghyun that he felt this way about himself. He could understand disliking the feeling of being vulnerable, could understand how scary it was to lose control but he couldn’t exactly tell him that so he settled on holding him tight and telling him it would get better.
“It’s not your fault,” Jonghyun murmured into his then blondish-orange hair.
The fact that Kibum didn’t say anything in return but only kept crying did nothing to reassure Jonghyun.
***
The fourth heat came unexpected. They were in Bukchon Hanok, setting up to film another episode of Hello Baby when Jonghyun realized Kibum had been missing on his bathroom break for a while already. He set out to find him, out of boredom at first, but worry began to settle in when he found the bathroom to be empty. That was when it hit him, doing quick math in his head, and all of a sudden it was as if he could not get to him fast enough.
He asked the production crew if they had seen him, but they all shrugged at his question. Jonghyun wondered if Kibum had sneaked out on purpose to ensure he’d be alone, which would be the smart thing to do, but at the same time the fact that he was most likely alone like this unnerved him. He tried to think logically, to think of where Kibum could possibly go and it occurred to him that the walls in this ancient styled house were way too thin to conceal such a strong scent. He didn’t bother finding his coat and rushed outside in his hoodie, slipping past the front gate. He looked down the sidewalk, frowning, before his eyes fell on the many cars lining the street and he hoped he wasn’t wrong.
He ran up to their group van, the one with the tinted windows, and knocked twice. There was the muted whirr of the doors being unlocked and Jonghyun took a deep breath before sliding into the backseat, where Kibum was sitting cross-legged. He left the door open, more for himself than for Kibum; he wasn’t sure if he could trust himself alone in an enclosed space with Kibum like this. It definitely wasn’t something he was willing to risk, although Kibum seemed fairly composed.
“Is it bad, yet?” he asked carefully.
Kibum bit his lip and shook his head silently, leaving Jonghyun to frown at the mixed signals. Mindlessly, he inhaled and nearly choked.
That first time he had walked into the bedroom was nothing compared to this. He took in everything at once in uncannily vivid detail, from how dilated Kibum’s pupils were to how he could practically smell the wet spot in his jeans. Jonghyun jumped when Kibum reached past him to shut the door, shuddering when he realized Kibum was keeping himself from writhing in his seat and barely succeeding.
Kibum took one look at him, gaze dark and heady, and opened his mouth to moan out- “Please.”
Jonghyun froze, blood turning to ice in his veins only to melt and boil the very next second.
“K-Kibum-”
“Please Jjong,” Kibum continued, out of breath, disjointed, “I can’t take this, please, I need-”
“Kibum,” Jonghyun tried again, louder, with a growl in his tone that had Kibum whimpering and fuck if it did things to him. “You can do this, just wait a little longer I’ll get someone to drive you home.”
Kibum latched onto his arm with a bruising grip, looking honestly on the verge of tears. A dry sob wracked through him before he could get his next words out. “I don’t-Jjong-I want you.”
“Please Kibum,” it was Jonghyun’s turn to beg, all the while trying to keep his breaths shallow, to stay sensible, “don’t do this, you’ll be fine, just let me-”
Kibum let out the most heart-wrenching whine, the kind that glued Jonghyun to his seat and made him wide-eyed, made his pulse speed up at an alarming pace.
“I know what I’m asking,” Kibum carried on in the same breathless manner. “Please.”
Kibum leaned in suddenly and Jonghyun braced himself for a mess of teeth and tongue but Kibum stopped abruptly in front of him. Jonghyun swore he could hear Kibum’s sharp intake of breath as the boy undoubtedly smelled him. He backed away in surprise, round-eyed, and Jonghyun looked down into his lap, sheepish.
If he’d been hard before, Kibum’s begging had only made it worse and he could feel himself oozing precum, could smell himself and he knew by Kibum’s staggered expression that he’d figured it out too, that Jonghyun didn’t smell like a simple beta. That he wasn’t a simple beta.
“You…” he croaked out, and Jonghyun was so nervous he was shaking, although the unexpected glazed look in Kibum’s eyes told him he needed to act fast.
Without thinking, he scrambled backwards, reaching for the handle and swinging the door open before either of them could do anything rash. He ran back towards the set, the only thing on his mind being that Kibum needed to be driven home and needed to be far from him, fast. There was only one person he knew that he would trust with Kibum in this state and he hoped she was still around. He looked for her frantically in every room, getting a few blatant stares in the process, and yelled out her name when he finally spotted her, the only other omega he knew.
She looked up right away, scrunching up her nose when he stood in front of her.
“Kibum,” he panted, “you have to dr-drive him home.”
She only frowned, looking both confused and startled, probably because of the mix of scents she could smell on him.
“He’s in heat.”
Her eyes widened at once but she nodded swiftly and Jonghyun could have fallen to his knees in thanks and in relief.
He led her to the van, staying a safe distance away and watched as it drove off, nerves still crackling and wondering how the hell he was supposed to get through today’s filming. He shrugged out of his hoodie with a sigh, letting the cold winter air lick over his skin in hopes that it would dissipate his scent and help calm him down.
He was very distracted that day, to say the least. His mind kept going back to the feverish look in Kibum’s eyes and the strain in his voice as he’d pleaded. It made Jonghyun shiver; Kibum swallowing his pride like that wasn’t something he’d ever expected to see, although he supposed he wasn’t exactly himself at the moment. Then again, he had seemed pretty lucid, only… desperate. Jonghyun had to wonder at the truth in his words when he’d said he wanted him.
And that was the heart of the issue, wasn’t it? Kibum wouldn’t always be alone during his heats. Jonghyun couldn’t deny always feeling a little possessive of the younger boy and the mere idea of someone taking advantage of him like this, even if it appeared consensual, sickened him. Kibum could handle himself just fine on any given day, but during his heats? Jonghyun had been guarding his bedroom door these past years for a reason.
He began to wonder if he had done the right thing, and that was when he realized he was fucked.
When Jonghyun entered their dorm alone that night, the other members having left to visit their families for the impromptu two-day break, it was with a heavy heart and confused mind. The fact that he was doubting his decision upset him as much as it scared him. He went to bed with his ear buds tucked in, volume a little louder than usual and yet all he could hear when he closed his eyes were the tales he had heard so often as a kid; the ones about reckless alphas and their greed, the ones he had been warned against. Now he worried that they may have been more accurate than he’d initially given them credit for. The last thing he wanted was to inconvenience Kibum because of what he was: what, not who, because he was determined not to let the lump on his dick and the lingering possessive instinct dictate his life.
He woke up to his phone’s empty battery, feeling as if he hadn’t slept a wink. He found Kibum in the kitchen, freshly cleaned as usual, hunched over a bowl of noodles. He stopped chewing to instead stare blatantly as Jonghyun helped himself to some too before sitting slouched in the seat facing him.
Kibum observed him in silence for a while before asking, bluntly, “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“For the same reason you don’t tell anyone,” he answered with a sigh. This wasn’t a conversation he particularly wanted to have, however inevitable.
Kibum went uncharacteristically quiet after that, the only sound filling the space between being the messy slurp of noodles.
“I’m not sorry,” he eventually spoke meekly, tone suggesting just the opposite.
Jonghyun stopped eating, but couldn’t find it in himself to answer. Of all the reactions he’d imagined Kibum having, repentance was the one he had hoped for. Repentance meant Jonghyun could forgive him quickly and go back to the way things were before, before his secret had been out in the open. It meant Jonghyun going back to guarding Kibum’s bedroom door and going back to their comfortable friendship that had always come so easily to them. That Kibum apparently had something else in mind was conflicting.
“I know you think I wasn’t... exactly rational but it’s not like I lose my mind. I wouldn’t have asked if it had been someone else.” Kibum was staring into his bowl as he spoke, not out of shame but out of guilt. Jonghyun couldn’t stand it. It wasn’t his fault, and Jonghyun would never judge him for it.
“I just don’t want you to do something you’ll regret,” he reasoned, sounding calmer than he felt inside.
“You think I’d regret you?” Kibum asked honestly, looking up.
Jonghyun was speechless.
For a split second, Kibum’s lips curled upwards and Jonghyun’s chest warmed at the sight. He wanted to mirror the expression, to smile back and tell Kibum that even if he hadn’t dared to let himself think about it, he knew he wanted it. That he hadn’t let himself think about it because he was so afraid of how much he might want it.
“Are you sure?” he had to ask. “I mean, you’re sure it’s not just because I’m an alpha? You’re still technically in heat, Kibum. I’m pretty sure it’s normal for you to seek one out.”
“And I’m pretty sure I begged for you before I even knew you were an alpha,” Kibum answered back, blunt as ever. “You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to knock down my bedroom door and roll over for you. Don’t make me beg some more.”
Jonghyun gaped at him, shocked, only able to reason a quiet, “Kibum…”
Kibum merely set his chopsticks down and leaned forward, locking gazes with him.
“Look Jjong, I don’t care what you think will happen because I trust you and if there’s anyone in the world I can imagine doing this with it’s you and if-”
“Okay.”
“…What?”
“I said okay,” and he spoke it with a real smile, this time.
He had been half-expecting to be assaulted as soon as the words left his lips, but instead Kibum dropped his gaze to the table, hidden behind overgrown brown bangs. He looked rather shy, and it made Jonghyun’s heart swell.
The rest was very much a blur; he remembered accompanying Kibum to his bedroom, lying down with him on his bed. Kibum had shuffled over to kiss him, gently, carefully at first and Jonghyun had reciprocated just as slowly, laying a hand on Kibum’s hip and feeling his lips stretch into a smile despite himself. Kibum had fisted a hand in his shirt, pushing himself closer, and let out a soft, muted noise from the back of his throat. Jonghyun never stood a chance.
***
Being with Kibum was incredible. There was a closeness, a comfort between them that made it easy. Jonghyun knew Kibum’s body, had seen him naked already; there was no shame left between them. The way in which Kibum had entrusted him completely turned him on more than he wanted to admit. One of his most vivid memories of that night was lying tied with Kibum in his arms and his face in his neck, nuzzling and nipping the soft skin that smelled like it was made for just that, mixed with the sourness of fresh sweat. He’d woken up with a smile on his face and if it were any indication, Kibum’s lack of whimpers as he slept in that day was something to be proud of.
When he boasted to Kibum about it once the boy had awoken, Kibum told him his alpha pride was adorable. Jonghyun resorted to pouting and proceeded to ignore him for all of three minutes; he had been aiming for longer but Kibum managed to command his attention again, notably by kissing him.
The next day, Kibum asked him if he was going to tell management now.
“Are you kidding? Not saying anything was the best idea I ever had!”
Kibum chuckled, mood upped, but shrieked when Jonghyun tackled him on the couch for no other reason than being giddy and wanting to. Kibum still managed to end up on top somehow and, even as he pushed a cushion to Jonghyun’s face to force him still, the elder couldn’t bring himself to regret a single thing.
The next months were spent trading secret glances, sharing suspiciously long showers and exchanging quiet kisses in the dark. It had taken no less than six weeks for Minho to figure it out and if it hadn’t been for him it would have probably taken much longer for the others to notice anything - a testament to just how right Kibum had been. They were still the same, with the exception that Jonghyun would now be guarding Kibum’s bedroom door from the inside. And Jonghyun loved it.
When the beginning of July rolled around, Kibum began to worry that his heat would hit right when they would be promoting Lucifer. It was only luck - good or bad, however you saw it - that Minho’s injury forced them to delay their comeback. They still had scheduled shows to record, but excusing himself from one of those would be much less conspicuous than missing out on a performance.
Hence how they were all, save Minho, sitting to the side of the stage on Star King and hiding their hairstyles under hats and bandanas. Jonghyun was very much bored, busying himself with fiddling with Kibum’s shirt and poking him when that didn’t elicit a reaction. He tried to remember to keep his hands to himself, mostly, when the cameras were rolling.
When the producers suddenly announced a ten minute break in order to set up for the last act, Jonghyun reached out to prod Kibum in the ribs out of habit. He was hoping a tickling fight would ensue, but as soon as he’d touched him it was as if Kibum had frozen rigid, tension clear in his posture. Jonghyun was genuinely confused for a second until Kibum gave him a meaningful look and shifted in his seat with an air of discomfort.
“Are you okay?” he asked, concerned.
Kibum nodded, swallowing thickly before replying, “So far. Just d-don’t touch me.”
Jonghyun leaned away a little to give him some space, eyeing Kibum in worry. They still had at least half an hour of filming left and he dreaded what it would be like by the end of it. Kibum kept completely still, even as filming resumed, and Jonghyun had to give him credit for trying to act normal. He looked a bit stiff, but as long as the cameras didn’t focus on him he would go unnoticed.
Surprisingly, Kibum was able to keep it together until the end of the shoot, although Jonghyun had to admit he was sweating on his behalf the entire time - which probably did nothing to help Kibum. He’d been shifting in his seat more and more as the end approached, fingers curling over the edges of the stool, white-knuckled. Jonghyun could even smell him faintly through the product he still diligently used, yet he hoped it was only because he was sitting right next to him and knew his scent by heart. His jaw was set, clenched in a way Jonghyun knew meant he was holding back whimpers. He frowned, because even though it stirred up something deep inside of him to see him like this, it also made him feel bad for Kibum. They’d have to get out of there fast.
When the producer announced that the shoot was over, every one jumped to their feet, bowing curtly to each other before retreating backstage. Kibum, however, stayed firmly put. Jonghyun waited until others were out of earshot before chancing a touch to his shoulder; Kibum jerked, a low unintentional sound escaping his throat, and let his head fall into his hands.
“Fuck, get me out of here,” he groaned.
Jonghyun grabbed his wrist and pulled him up to his feet, his smell intensifying shortly as he did so and all that was on Jonghyun’s mind was hurry.
He pulled Kibum across the stage to exit by the other side, dragging him along empty hallways. There was no denying the stench that followed Kibum now and he knew his own would become apparent in a matter of moments, too.
They were nearing a corner when sudden voices startled them, prompting Jonghyun to press Kibum up against the wall, stifling his noise of surprise as best as he could with the palm of his hand and knocking his hat off in the process. He waited until the voices faded, trying to ignore the way Kibum was shaking against him yet his heart did a double-take when the younger boy darted out his tongue to lick along his palm. Jonghyun felt his legs go numb at the slightly dulled look in his eyes, cursing himself because they couldn’t stall and yet Kibum was by no means helping. His head lulling slightly to the side in an effort to bear his neck was the last straw; Jonghyun growled loudly, pulling him off the wall before he could even think of doing something else. He navigated through the corridors in record time, working off pure adrenaline, and managed to find Jinki while Kibum kept an iron grip on his arm. Jinki understood right away, fetching their van’s keys and Jonghyun thanked him breathlessly as they finally settled into the car. Jonghyun buckled Kibum in, hoping the seatbelt would help them keep things clean during the thankfully short drive although he knew there was no way of preventing Jinki from getting an earful.
As if on cue, the motor purred as it started and Kibum let out a groan. Jonghyun had seated himself as far away as he could on the backseat but his resolve quickly crumbled at that; he slid himself closer at once to latch his lips onto Kibum’s neck like he’d been tempted to before. Kibum was instantly keening, hands fisting in Jonghyun’s shirt and hips grinding into the leather of the bench. Without warning, Jonghyun kneaded him through his jeans, hoping it would take the edge off a little but Kibum’s keens only became louder from then on. Jonghyun moved to kiss him with plenty of tongue to muffle him for Jinki’s sake, growing unbelievably hard in his pants. He knew Kibum could smell him by the way his nails were digging into his skin through his shirt.
Jinki was nice enough to not say anything, although he did look all kinds of awkward and relieved when he finally dropped them off at their dorm. Jonghyun barely had time to thank him before one of Kibum’s hands wandered into his hair, grabbing him roughly and kissing him.
Jonghyun fumbled to unlock the door with Kibum plastered to his front, pressing their hips together insistently. They both stumbled inside as the door flung open and Jonghyun wasted no time shutting it again to pin Kibum behind it, back-to-chest. Kibum moaned freely when Jonghyun rubbed his hot, hard length against Kibum’s ass, rutting against him as Kibum began rolling his hips back to match his tempo.
Kibum’s mouth fell open, jaw slack, emitting a strangled sound and smelling him get wet did things to Jonghyun he couldn’t explain. He nuzzled Kibum’s shirt aside to close his teeth around the skin of his shoulder, making Kibum curl his back to stick his ass out with an appreciative mewl.
“Need it - Jjong,” he whined, panting. His need to be taken and knotted until he was full was driving him crazy and the fact that Jonghyun could feel it, smell it, hear it woke up the primal part in him that told him to just claim.
He ripped himself off of Kibum, leading them to the younger boy's bedroom but Kibum had other plans, marching straight to Jonghyun’s bedroom. Jonghyun followed easily, pulling his shirt off before wrestling a very willing Kibum onto his mattress.
Kibum wasn’t tame in bed and he sure knew how to use his hips to reach that special spot inside of him whenever they switched, but Kibum in heat was something else entirely. Jonghyun wasn’t used to him being this submissive but he wasn’t one to complain, not when it meant Kibum was constantly trying to cant his hips towards him, bowing his back and spreading his legs at the slightest touch. The ease with which he let himself be handled turned Jonghyun on almost as much as the intoxicating smell that seemed to ooze from his every pore.
Jonghyun helped him fight off his tight jeans, heartbeat drumming in his ears when he realized Kibum had actually soaked through his briefs already. Kibum tugged off his own bandana, brown fringe falling messily into his eyes and Jonghyun suddenly appreciated his hairstyle even more as it was sleek with sweat, the shaved side giving him a full view of Kibum’s profile and sharp jawline that he very much wanted to lick.
“Off, get these off,” Kibum mumbled, clawing at Jonghyun’s pants.
Jonghyun could only oblige, squirming on the bed to kick them off as Kibum slid closer, flinging his own shirt to the side, legs spread around him. When Jonghyun was finally naked, Kibum was biting his lip with a pained frown, hips tilted upwards in a silent plea for Jonghyun to get it on. He let out a high-pitched yelp when Jonghyun flipped him onto his stomach instead and tore his briefs off. Had this been any other day, Kibum would have given him a hard time for it but he was too far-gone to complain now, pushing his ass back and fuck he was dripping.
The smell assaulted Jonghyun at once, stronger than ever, and he leaned in on instinct to taste.
Kibum grunted lowly, body turning to mush as his knees slid sideways, spreading him out as Jonghyun’s tongue easily slipped into him. Jonghyun had to hook his elbows under Kibum’s thighs to keep him propped up, his heightened senses combined with the suffocating scent as well as the indescribable sounds of pleasure Kibum was making made him feel dangerously light-headed, groin throbbing with the sudden rush.
The amount of slick Kibum was pumping out was unbelievable, so much that it was trickling down the insides of his thighs and Jonghyun’s chin.
“Jjong,” Kibum moaned, demanding, and Jonghyun knew it meant his tongue was no longer enough.
He kissed up Kibum’s arched back, leaving a trail as he did so before kissing Kibum full on the mouth and twisting two fingers inside of him, making Kibum keen anew. His lips were shiny by the time Jonghyun pulled back, adding a third finger when Kibum was vigorously rolling his hips back although even that didn’t satisfy him for long.
“Jjong,” he choked out, “give, gimme-”
Kibum cried out loud when Jonghyun entered him without another word, the force of his thrust knocking Kibum flat against the bed. He started up a harsh pace, one that Kibum seemed to appreciate fully and vocally. He was sweating already, rivulets running down his neck and jaw, pink lips parting even wider when Jonghyun squeezed his round, plump ass.
“Alpha.” The word came out as a breathy murmur, and the way it was spoken combined with how Kibum looked as he said it pulled a groan from the depth of Jonghyun’s gut.
He bent down over Kibum’s back to nip at the mark he had already bitten into his shoulder, thrusts slowing down to a more languid rut, sinking deeper into Kibum’s wet heat and earning a broken hum from the younger boy.
“Feel better, now?” Jonghyun asked, feeling a bit cocky because who wouldn’t when their other half looked like that?
“Shut up and f-fuck me,” Kibum answered bitingly, despite the stutter. Jonghyun smirked, licking a wet stripe between Kibum’s shoulders up to his neck, sucking another bruise at the skin there that would stand stark against the flushed skin.
He brought Kibum’s hips into his lap, letting his forehead rest against his shoulder blade, and picked up the pace again. It only took a few seconds before Kibum came, untouched, babbling incoherently throughout his orgasm as Jonghyun kept rocking into him.
When Jonghyun tried to pull back once it was over, Kibum clamped down on him but Jonghyun had something else in mind. He pulled out despite the younger boy’s protests, which died down in his throat when Jonghyun turned him around to face him. He looked debauched, hair a tousled mess, although he wasn’t quite satisfied yet; there was only one thing that could sate him in this state, and Jonghyun wanted to see his face when it did.
He slid himself back in and rolled onto his back so that Kibum was crouched above him.
“Come on, show me what you want,” he spoke with a snap of his hips and Kibum didn’t need telling twice.
He began bouncing up and down, aided by Jonghyun hands on his waist but the motion soon turned into a fast, heavy grinding as he got more and more desperate to tie. Jonghyun threw his head back, panting into the stuffy air when he felt himself begin to swell. Kibum felt it too, judging by the sudden stinging pain of his nails scratching down Jonghyun’s chest. He shuddered as Jonghyun’s knot grew, the movement of his hips becoming jerkier until it stopped altogether.
For the first time in hours, Kibum went dead still, no longer squirming apart from the twitching of the muscles in his thighs and the heaving of his chest. Jonghyun released inside of him in long, drawn-out spurts that Kibum could undoubtedly feel, that finally worked to calm him down and gave him what he’d been craving all along.
“Oh god,” Jonghyun breathed out, a bone-deep exhaustion crashing into him at once, filling his head with haze and yet it was the best thing he’d ever experienced.
Kibum lied down on top of him a bit awkwardly, restricted in his range, but managed to rest his cheek on Jonghyun’s chest while the older boy combed his fringe back. Jonghyun’s eyes began to close on their own after some time, sleep slowly lulling him in when a sudden tug brought him back to reality.
Kibum was sitting up on him again, tightening rhythmically around Jonghyun’s knot and rolling his hips with a smirk to keep him from untying, looking absolutely sinful.
Jonghyun was in no position to resist, wondering in the back of his mind who was really in control.
Kibum didn’t let up for hours; Jonghyun lost count of how many loads he’d pumped into him after five, his chest and back covered in red streaks, courtesy of Kibum’s blunt nails. He wore a matching hickey at the base of his neck along with bite marks on his bicep. He’d never seen Kibum this wild, and it wasn’t until the n-th time he released into Kibum, by then back on all fours, that the younger boy began to lose steam. The back of his thighs and ass were red from where their skin had slapped together, cum leaking out from around Jonghyun’s knot. The sheets were beyond soiled and Jonghyun was pretty sure the entire apartment floor could smell them, not to mention Kibum looked thoroughly and undeniably done.
Kibum had face-planted onto the mattress and while it was tempting to just collapse on top of him and refuse to move for the next few hours, he still maneuvered them so they were lying side by side, arm slung lazily across Kibum’s side. He reached for a - relatively - clean pillow with the other.
Kibum was strangely quiet, and it bothered Jonghyun that he couldn’t see his face so he settled on asking, “Seriously, do you feel better?”
Kibum looked at him over his shoulder with a soft but worn-out smile, the very picture of contentment. Jonghyun smiled back, worries instantly vanishing.
“Yeah.” He twisted in Jonghyun’s hold to place a small, chaste peck to the older boy’s plush bottom lip. “You?”
“I can’t feel my body, I think you fucked me unconscious.”
Kibum rolled his eyes. “You’re so romantic,” he joked.
Jonghyun ducked his head to nuzzle Kibum’s blond stubble in silent apology before trying again.
“I could stay knotted in you forever?” he sweet-talked, playing along yet only half-kidding.
Kibum tensed his ass around him, squeezing Jonghyun and making him groan. Kibum chuckled shamelessly. “Better,” he finally acknowledged.
They lay in silence for a while as Jonghyun traced patterns with the tips of his fingers on Kibum’s stomach. Kibum was already well on his way to falling asleep when something occurred to him.
“Did you want to have sex in my room just because you didn’t want to have to wash your sheets?”
Kibum shook his head on the pillow, not even opening his eyes as he mumbled his reply.
“It’s because it smells like you.”
And Jonghyun fell a little more in love.
When Jonghyun woke up, the comforter was entirely pushed off of the bed and Kibum lay curled between his legs, head resting on his thigh just close enough for his tongue to dart out and lick along his shaft. He was already hard, body reacting before his mind could.
His hips snapped up of their own will, his erection grazing Kibum’s cheek, leaving a shining trail of precum.
“Jesus,” he huffed. Kibum looked up at once and smirked; his eyes were glazed over again, and Jonghyun suddenly felt very awake.
Kibum gave him two quick pumps with his hand and licked the head clean before speaking tersely, “Come on.” He got up, grip still firm around him and tugged Jonghyun along to the bathroom with sultry eyes.
Jonghyun was fucking him into the wall of the shower no less than two minutes later. The water had turned cold by the time he slumped against Kibum, tying with him again. The younger boy kept drawing tight circles with his hips, milking him until Jonghyun was spurting thick, warm cum inside of him. They ended up in a heap on the bathroom floor, with Kibum in Jonghyun’s lap, sprawled out on his chest. He mewled quietly as Jonghyun reached around to jerk him off in slow, lazy strokes, brushing the tip of his stiff cock with the pad of his thumb every so often. Kibum’s chest was heaving, moaning brokenly into Jonghyun’s mouth as he kissed him messily, neck craned to the side to suck on Jonghyun’s tongue.
The heat wave eventually died off, leaving a rather drowsy Kibum seated on top of him. Jonghyun nuzzled his shoulder, pecking the moist skin in apology when he’d shifted too fast and caused Kibum to whine throatily at the pull. Jonghyun carefully helped him off a while later once they had untied, grabbing a towel to dry them and wrapping Kibum in it before fetching sweatpants for himself. Kibum didn’t even bother to pull on new boxers; they would be ruined in a matter of minutes, maybe an hour, anyway.
In an attempt to be responsible, they ended up in the kitchen to eat something even though neither was especially hungry. They would probably be emptying the fridge come the next morning, though.
Jonghyun was understandably distracted when Kibum licked his fingers clean mid-meal, and something told him the gesture may not have been so innocent when Kibum locked eyes with him over the table. Jonghyun barely had the presence of mind to move their food aside before going around and bending Kibum over said table. Kibum took it all in stride, hiking his knee up beside him, bracing himself. He whined throatily when Jonghyun spent too much time just teasing, dragging the tip of his shaft along his perineum and around his entrance as he kept a firm grip on Kibum’s bent knee.
The legs of the table screeched on the tiled floor as his hips snapped forward, and it was only a few thrusts until Kibum was streaking the wood with his release.
Jonghyun turned him over onto his back and was about to enter him once more when Kibum stopped him with a hand to his chest. He was eyeing something behind Jonghyun with interest, and Jonghyun nearly choked on his spit when he realized he was assessing the massage chair in a corner of their living room with a pointedly raised eyebrow. He drew his attention back to Jonghyun, grinning wickedly.
“Wanna take a ride?”
Jonghyun barely had time to agree before Kibum was pushing him into the chair and straddling him.
And later, much, much later when the black leather of the chair was a sticky mess and Jonghyun could practically feel his brain leaking out of his skull, he caught himself thinking that perhaps being an alpha wasn’t so bad.
Actually, not so bad at all. Not with Kibum.
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