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“Hyung”
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“Hyung”
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“Hyung!”
Yoongi looked up at the hard knock to his desk, blinking dry eyes that had been staring at his screen blankly longer than he’d like to admit. Inspiration had been alluding him for the last few hours, it was a wonder he’d allowed Namjoon into his studio at all.
“Yeah Joon?” The words came out snappier than he’d meant, voice scratchy with disuse as he searched for the bottle of water he’d gotten that morning.
It was empty.
He frowned.
“What?” he whined, recoiling sourly from Namjoon’s snapping fingers. The alpha scoffed, and Yoongi tried not to flush at the realization that he’d zoned out as soon as Namjoon had gotten his attention, just staring at the empty bottle with deep disappointment.
His phone buzzed, eliciting a long sigh from Namjoon.
“Hyung I was trying to ask you if you needed to get that, it’s been going off for minutes.”
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, wondering how he’d missed the alerts as his phone once again buzzed against the wooden desk.
He’d been in the studio for hours, trying to get his project done with growing frustration the longer he sat without making progress. Namjoon had come thirty-minutes prior, bringing much needed coffee and proceeding to make himself comfortable on Yoongi’s couch.
The alpha had looked at him askance when he’d blushed madly at Namjoon’s choice of seat, not that there was any other place to sit really, and Yoongi had shrugged it off. It was difficult, Yoongi forcing himself to ignore how he’d pounded Taehyung into that same couch just days prior. It had taken about half a can of air freshener to remove the scent of pheromones, sex, and bodily fluids, but he was confident the smell wouldn’t give him away. His embarrassment though, was another story. Thankfully, they had managed to work in companionable silence for the last half hour. Well, until now.
Groaning deeply, equal parts tired from how early he’d slunk into his studio and how uncomfortable the university’s desk chair was, he finally picked up his phone, eyebrows shooting into his hairline at the series of texts greeting him.
The most recent lit up his screen, his eyes scanning the words– hyung can you please come get me?
Yoongi’s brows furrowed, glancing at Taehyung’s name above the message in confusion. The omega knew he was saving for a car, he wasn’t really sure why he’d ask him of all people to pick him up. But more concerning, was why he needed to be picked up at all.
He quickly unlocked his phone, scrolling to the top of the messages to see just what was happening, a startled sound leaving the back of his throat as he read.
“Oh fuck”
“Hyung, what’s wrong?”
Yoongi was already up and out of his seat, stuffing his phone into his pocket as he snatched up his house keys, taking the one for his studio off the ring and tossing it at a baffled Namjoon.
“Lock up for me, would you?” he asked, rushing to put on his shoes and patting down his sides to make sure he at least had his wallet on him.
“Okay but-”
“Can’t talk now, everything’s fine, thanks Joon-ah I owe you!”
Namjoon stared after his hyung, sinking back into the couch cushions as he contemplated the now empty room around him.
He shook his head, glancing at the key next to him. Namjoon chuckled, at least he’d finally be able to make the copy Jin had been pestering Yoongi for months on end about.
Taking out his phone he called his mate to tell him the good news. He just hoped everything was alright.
-x-x-x-
Taehyung could not believe this was happening. Well, he didn’t have much of a choice, the slick trickling down the leg of his pants was as much irrefutable proof as he could ask for. But still, he couldn’t quite comprehend that his heat was hitting a week early. In class of all places.
There were thirty minutes left in the lesson, he kept repeating it to himself like a mantra as he tried to focus, the words from the current lecture fading to nothing more than dull background noise as the heat prickling in his stomach began requiring more of his attention. He knew that the insistent suggestions from his wolf would soon turn into full on demands, but he hoped he could hold out just the bit longer.
He was sitting in the back row, closest to the door and the furthest away from the professor, but it clearly wasn’t enough to mask what was happening.
As the minutes ticked by he could see a few heads turn back to look at him, alphas’ interests piqued at the pheromones starting to undulate off of him. A few omegas turned as well, sympathetic pity feeling their eyes that he sternly avoided meeting. But, when the smell finally wound its way through the rows and made its presence known at the front of the classroom, it was everything that Taehyung could do not to whimper.
The startled look from the professor is what did it for him. The words died on her tongue, and it was the tentative sniff followed by alarmed, searching eyes that had Taehyung grabbing his things and bolting out of the room.
He tried to keep to himself, hugging the wall of the hallway as he tried not to let anyone in the packed department building get too close.
Taehyung forced the humiliation to the furthest recesses of his mind, briefly comforting himself with the knowledge that he was hardly the first person this had happened to and focused on getting his phone out from his pocket, hand shaking.
He had to reach Yoongi. His fingers were clammy as he scrolled to his boyfriend’s familiar contact photo, clicking on the candid picture he’d managed to snap years ago and waiting impatiently as the call dialed.
He knew the beta was probably busy, but that didn’t make his frustration any less potent as the ringing stopped and the concise, unconcerned voice of Yoongi’s voicemail met his ears.
Yoongi had agreed ages ago to help him with his heat. They had a plan, Taehyung would arrive calmly at his door and they’d order takeout, cuddle, and watch movies until his heat set in. But that plan had been laid for seven days from now, a plan that hadn’t considered the event of Taehyung beginning to ooze slick in the middle of Intermediate Art History.
He shouldered open the door to the stairwell, taking to the corner beneath the stairs and hunching in on himself.
He could call Jimin, he knew the older omega would drop whatever he was doing to come get him, but he didn’t want to interrupt him during his date with Jungkook and Hoseok. His relationship with the two alphas was tentative at best, the trio trying to find their footing navigating a relationship with two alphas, rare enough as it was, while taking painstaking care to make sure they were all on the same page. Neither of the three were willing to risk messing up their friendship and Taehyung would be dammed before he put a hitch in that situation, convoluted as it was.
So Jimin was out of the question. Jungkook and Hoseok too, as alluring as the thought of Hoseok picking him up in his car was at the moment.
With that in mind, he messaged Yoongi, hoping he wasn’t inconveniencing his boyfriend too much, reassuring himself that Yoongi loved him and had said repeatedly that he was more than willing to help.
He whimpered in frustration as a minute went by with no response, feeling the slick begin to leave a considerably damp spot on the back of his jeans. He groaned; it was the embroidered pair too.
After another minute went by, he sent off another text. Then another. Two texts soon turned into a volley of increasingly desperate messages as anxiety crept over him. He shook his head firmly, feeling the all too familiar beginnings of his brain growing just a bit foggy, the heat setting in.
He collapsed against the wall with a deep breath as he saw three dots pop up on his screen, a message coming a second later, anxiety temporarily alleviated. Taehyung whined as he read the words, relief flooding him as he processed the fact that his hyung was on his way.
Ten agonizing minutes later, the door to the stairwell flew open, Yoongi’s head whipping around until his eyes landed on the crouched omega.
“Tae,” he breathed, hurrying over, trying not to show just how winded he was. He didn’t make a habit of running across campus, and his lungs and thighs were screaming at him in protest as he helped Taehyung to his feet. “Baby, are you okay?”
Taehyung whimpered, wrapping his body around the shorter man, his slowly hardening length pressing desperately into Yoongi’s hip.
“Baby, you with me?” Yoongi murmured, feeling more than a little overwhelmed as Tae’s scent filled the stairway.
“Hyung,” Taehyung whined, senses and wolf going crazy at the smell of his intended mate. It was intoxicating. He felt another trickle of slick drip from his hole as he buried his face in Yoongi’s neck, breathing in his scent as he tried to hold in any more embarrassing sounds. “It hurts hyung.”
Hurt was a bit of an understatement, some small part of his mind finding the statement amusing as his body screamed at him in anguish. There was a deep ache in his stomach, radiating from the pit of his belly and spreading out to the rest of his body, setting his skin on fire. His wolf was pressing against the front of his consciousness, urging him to get on his belly and present himself right on the spot, demanding a knot.
Yoongi froze, breath stuttering in his throat at the feeling of Taehyung’s tongue shyly licking at his neck, teeth grazing over the spot where a claim mark was meant to be. He shuddered, arms tightening around the younger man’s waist. He had to get Taehyung out of there before they’d both get taken away for public indecency. He was confident he could explain the situation, people tended to be sympathetic when it came to omegas and heats, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to risk suspension. Not to mention he didn’t trust his wolf not to go crazy if anyone got to see Taehyung in such a vulnerable state. As it stood, he was having a hard enough time resisting the urge to mount Tae and claim him as his own.
He forced himself to refocus. Taehyung was the priority, not his pitiful wolf’s egotistical yearning for dominance.
“Alright, let’s get you back to my place baby,” he murmured into Taehyung’s hair, fighting off the desire to let Taehyung keep humping his leg in the dark.
“I can’t go out there hyung,” Taehyung whined, continuing to rub against Yoongi, need outweighing his pride “it’s embarrassing.”
Yoongi hummed.
“Baby,” he sighed, putting a calming hand on the nape of his neck, hoping to put him in a softer headspace, shushing him as he whimpered. Taehyung’s wolf wanted nothing more than to give in to the older man’s protection and reassurance, allowing his hips to temporarily still their mindless movements so he could focus properly on the beta’s next words. “I’ll be right with you. I’ll order a cab right now and we’ll go to my place. Sound good?”
No, it didn’t. He needed to be filled now. Not to mention there were other concerns.
“There’s slick all over my pants,” Taehyung groaned, blinking back the gold threatening to take over his irises, trying to stay lucid.
“Here,” Yoongi said, taking off his jacket quickly and tying it snuggly around Taehyung’s waist. “No one will even notice.”
A lie, an obvious one at that as Taehyung could feel, and Yoongi could now see, little rivulets of wetness making their way down his legs.
“Thank you hyung,” Taehyung murmured, knowing it would have to do. Shifting uncomfortably on his feet he took in a shaky breath. He could do this.
Yoongi wrapped an arm around him, letting Taehyung lean heavily against him as he took out his phone.
Taehyung clung to him like a vice, fingers gripping tight into his shirt as he kept his head down, cheeks flushed. Together, they managed to make their way out of the stairwell, the wetness that was beginning to pool in Taehyung’s briefs making all movement unpleasant.
It was agonizing walking to the edge of the quad, embarrassment urging him to scoot closer to Yoongi, the proximity giving him no choice but to breathe in his intoxicating scent.
Yoongi’s arm was solid around him, the beta looking at anyone that dared to glance in their direction sternly, forcing the few curious students milling around to gaze elsewhere.
It took herculean strength for Yoongi to make it to the street with Taehyung, the man’s sweet honey scent and hard length pressed against him driving him crazy, wolf stirring restlessly within him.
“What the-”
Yoongi smiled sheepishly at the startled driver as they slid into the back of the waiting car he’d ordered, Taehyung’s pheromones filling the tiny space.
“Look man, I’m not-”
“We’ll tip double,” Yoongi said, cradling Taehyung under his arm, “we just need to get back to my apartment.”
The driver grumbled, clearly displeased, but dutifully pulled away from the curb, glancing back at the couple wearily every so often in the rearview mirror.
Yoongi was thankful that the man was a beta, not in the mood to butt heads with a horny alpha. His first instinct would always be to protect Taehyung. The need had only grown since that night at the club.
The ride was agonizing, every bump jostling Taehyung and eliciting a quiet cry from the omega.
Yoongi’s fingers worked steadily at the back of his neck, scent wrapping around the younger man like a blanket as he attempted to exude as much comfort as possible. Taehyung’s body was long, and when draped along Yoongi’s in the car’s backseat, nothing was left to the imagination. Yoongi’s eyes widened, a little bit in disbelief and a little bit in alarm as he felt Taehyung begin to rut against him, eyes closed tight and breaths shallow as he shook in the beta’s hold.
Yoongi’s cheeks were flaming, letting Taehyung relieve some of the unbearable pressure in his pants as he watched their driver’s hands tighten around the steering wheel.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
He ignored the muttered words, body releasing some of the tension as all four windows rolled down, Taehyung’s scent slightly dampened from the wind whipping into the car.
Taehyung was burning up from the inside, heart thundering in his ears as he fought the need to strip in the confined space. His balls tightened, the pain borderline unbearable as his body refused to release the tightly wound chord within him until he was stuffed full. Shame tried to set in as his eyes locked with a pair of stony ones in the rearview mirror, mortified to be dripping slick in the back of a stranger’s car. He hoped the jacket trapped between him in the seat could save Yoongi from paying any cleaning fees.
“Tae,” Yoongi hissed, and it was only then that Taehyung realized he’d grabbed Yoongi’s hand and pressed it against his crotch, desperate for friction.
Breath left Yoongi in a whoosh, heart hammering in his ears as he wondered whether or not Taehyung would try to climb on top of him. When he was a teenager, he’d once seen a poor omega unprepared for the onset of their heat strip and present themselves to their mate in the middle of a supermarket.
He applied more pressure, letting Taehyung shamelessly press himself into his palm. All things considered; his omega was showing considerable restraint.
The minutes ticked by, tension in the car suffocating as Taehyung curled into Yoongi, making his body as small as possible in an attempt to suppress the fire in his belly. His fingers gripped Yoongi’s tightly, fighting the desire to bring them beneath his waistband, desperate to get some part of the beta inside him.
“Get out.”
Yoongi looked up, not needing to be told twice as he realized they’d finally arrived in front of his apartment. He hurriedly fished a few bills out of his pocket, tossing them at the irritated man in the front seat and dragging Taehyung out of the car after him.
“Almost there baby,” Yoongi reassured, helping Taehyung into the elevator, eyebrows shooting into his hairline as the omega shoved him into the back wall with a growl.
Yoongi choked on his spit as his shirt was ripped open, blinking at the claws that had replaced Taehyung’s neatly trimmed nails. Taehyung’s eyes blinked, staring at Yoongi wide eyed as lucidity briefly overtook his wolf’s hold on him, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as he looked mournfully at Yoongi’s ruined shirt. It wasn’t anything special, just a well-worn black tee that had seen better days, but he was still surprised at his own actions.
Yoongi chuckled as his shirt fell off his shoulders, Taehyung licking his lips at the smooth expanse of pale skin and pebbled pink nipples revealed to him.
“Hyung.”
Yoongi shivered at the husky note to Taehyung’s voice, the low tone a stark contrast with his needy whines from earlier. Desire was clear in Taehyung’s eyes as he took in the older man. He looked absolutely edible, and his thighs trembled with the thought of being on top of him, or under, positions irrelevant as long as he got Yoongi inside of him.
A ding alerted them to their arrival on Yoongi’s floor, Taehyung growling low in his throat and tugging Yoongi out of the elevator and along the hall by his beltloops.
Fumbling for his keys took far too long, Yoongi nearly dropping them to the floor when he felt Taehyung’s arms wrap around his waist, fingers working to undo the clasp of his jeans.
They stumbled through the door, tripping over the entryway and landing in a mess of limbs on his doorstep.
Yoongi had a second to reach up and slam the door shut before Taehyung was on top of him, straddling his waist, palms heavy and warm on Yoongi’s exposed chest.
His omega was a sight to see, lips red from where they had been bitten, eyes clenched shut as he rolled his hips insistently against Yoongi’s.
Yoongi made himself pliant, placing comforting hands on the younger man’s hips as he let Taehyung rut down on top of him, hips moving at a rapid pace as he attempted to cool the fire in his veins.
“Tae,” Yoongi said, nails digging lightly into the meat of Taehyung’s ass, drawing a pitiful whimper from the omega, “do you want me to help?”
Taehyung nodded rapidly, pink strands of hair falling into his face as distressed golden eyes met Yoongi’s own. “Please hyung.”
Yoongi nodded, helping Taehyung remove his shoes and then undo and shimmy out of his pants. It was comical, almost, watching Taehyung’s long limbs fumble gracelessly to rid himself of his clothes as fast as possible, slick soaked jeans tossed to the side and making a wet plop on Yoongi’s floor.
“So wet,” Yoongi muttered, trying not to salivate as the smell of Taehyung’s slick met him, no longer hindered by cloth and denim.
A wet patch was quickly forming on his own jeans as Taehyung sat back down shakily on his lap. With careful determination, long fingers skimmed along the cleft of Taehyung’s ass, parting his cheeks as Yoongi teased a delicate finger along his dripping hole.
Taehyung’s body shook, breath held tightly in his chest as he waited for Yoongi’s fingers to finally slide inside.
Slick loosened the way, Taehyung’s body more than accommodating as Yoongi easily slipped two fingers past his rim, sliding along his constricting walls.
The angle was a bit awkward, Taehyung nearly sitting on his hand, but he managed to slowly scissor him open, fingers crooking with intention, testing new angles until he finally found the spot that had Taehyung collapsing against his chest.
“That’s right baby,” he whispered, wrapping an arm tightly around Taehyung’s middle. He held the man close, feeling him quake as he focused on fucking his fingers into the omega, slick dripping down his wrist and forearm as Taehyung clenched around him.
“I’m close hyung,” Taehyung groaned, feeling the tightly coiled heat in his stomach slowly begin to unwind.
Yoongi held in a groan of his own, ignoring his own erection straining against his zipper and the smooth material of Taehyung’s shirt sliding across his exposed nipples as he slipped in a third finger alongside the others.
The newfound fullness did the trick, Taehyung choking off a cry as he buried his face into his hyung’s scent gland, Yoongi’s unfiltered scent overwhelming him and sending him over the edge and headfirst into the first orgasm of his heat.
Yoongi waited for Taehyung’s heart to stop racing, little spasms leaving the omega every few seconds as his fingers continued to gently stroke over his prostate, coaxing the younger man through his orgasm until he reached the point of overstimulation.
He withdrew his fingers at the whine Taehyung let out, wiping the soaked digits on his jeans as he let Taehyung collect himself.
“Better?” he asked as Taehyung slowly lifted himself up, hair disheveled and eyes glossy as he blinked down at Yoongi.
He nodded, cheeks flushing an endearing shade of pink as he took in Yoongi’s tattered shirt and wet pants.
“I’m sorry hyung.”
Yoongi snorted, gently scooting Taehyung off so he could stand, extending a hand down to his dongsaeng when he was on his feet. “I have plenty of shirts Tae, its fine. I’m just glad we made it back here in one piece.
“I can’t believe I was basically humping you in the car,” Taehyung groaned, covering his face with his hands and shaking his head rapidly, taking a deep breath in an attempt to offset the second wave of humiliation that threatened to overtake him.
“None of that,” Yoongi said, clucking his tongue in disapproval. He took Taehyung’s hands in his own, squeezing reassuringly. “It’s not like we’ll ever see the guy again. And it happens, heats are intense.”
Taehyung nodded mutely, the small gesture all Yoongi needed before he was leading him into the kitchen.
“Let’s make you some food and get some water in you, you’ll need it before the heat comes back.”
He sighed, already feeling his skin prickle with the need to touch his intended mate, but resisted, knowing Yoongi was right.
Looking down, Yoongi chuckled ruefully at his shredded clothes. He took off his shirt and tossed it into the trash. Then, after a second of contemplation, took off his jeans too, throwing them onto the couch.
Taehyung nearly choked on his spit, finally able to see the majority of Yoongi’s body unhindered. And wow, was it a sight.
His legs were slim, skin milky and begging for Taehyung to bite into. His stomach chest, while flat, were still slightly defined and Taehyung wanted to run his fingers along their expanse, the desire to play with his nipples until Yoongi was gasping and coming apart beneath him tremendous. But that would have to wait for another day, where he could taste and tease and ride his hyung until he was a trembling mess beneath him. For now, he could feel his hole clenching, his body preparing itself for another round and all Taehyung could think of, outside of the smell of rice and meat Yoongi was currently preparing, was having the beta mount him and bury his thick length in him until he cried.
His eyes raked over Yoongi’s pale arms as the man busied himself with the stove, noticing the faint swell of his biceps and remembering the feeling of those strong arms wrapped around him only minutes ago. They were warm, and inside the other’s hold he felt safe. Cared for. Like his wolf knew that his future mate would protect them.
Taehyung had to look away, knowing that if he stared at Yoongi any longer he’d be on the counter presenting himself in minutes. It wasn’t as though he’d never seen Yoongi’s body before, it was a bit unavoidable after a decade of friendship filled with drunken hangouts and sleepovers. But it was never like this. Even when they had had sex in Yoongi’s studio, he hadn’t really taken the time to look and appreciate. It was a lot.
It was only when Yoongi was sliding a plate of hot food into his hands that he realized how completely his brain had momentarily short circuited. He glanced at the full dish in astonishment, he’d been zoning out for minutes.
“Are you okay?”
Taehyung managed a small smile, hoping to reassure Yoongi as he let his boyfriend lead them to the couch. The food smelt delicious, and as soon as Yoongi passed him a set of chopsticks he was shoveling a decent helping into his mouth. “This is amazing.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Yoongi smirked, taking a smaller bite of his own.
They ate in companionable silence, shoulder to shoulder as they made quick work of their food.
Yoongi’s skin still tingled, the image of Taehyung losing himself on top of him forever burned into his retinas, sure to make an appearance in a number of his dreams. He was thankful that the food was a decent distraction, the act of eating slowly leaving him soft in his underwear and no longer in pain at being unattended to. There’d be more than enough time for that later.
“Thank you, for coming to get me,” Taehyung said, sinking back further into the cushions as he enjoyed the momentary clarity of mind. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”
“Nothing important.” It was true, he’d been stalled for ideas for hours, a break was good. “I was just worried I took too long to get to you.”
“Trust me, it was just in time,” Taehyung chuckled, remembering how he’d been only minutes away from saying fuck it and taking care of himself just for some temporary reprieve. “I should text Jimin though, let him know where I am so he doesn’t worry.”
Yoongi nodded, not even giving Taehyung the option to get up as he walked over to his discarded pants and fished out his phone, happy to see that it’d managed to stay dry.
Taehyung huffed, amused. “Are you going to be doing everything for me this weekend then?”
Yoongi smiled shyly, “if you let me.”
A throaty laugh.
“Yeah, somehow I think I’ll be more than okay with that.”
He shot off a quick text to Jimin, letting the older omega know that he’d be back home Monday and that he was safe at Yoongi’s before focusing back on the plate in front of him.
They finished the rest of their food in silence, Taehyung scooting closer once he’d finished to rest his head on Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi hummed in contentment, putting on some mindless reality show as they waited.
They didn’t have to wait long. Halfway through the episode Taehyung began fidgeting, thigh muscles tensing as he tried to hold off a little longer.
It was getting uncomfortable again, heat creeping up along his spine and fanning outward as he tried to fight it off for as long as possible. Each wave would get increasingly more unbearable until it trickled out to a dull thrum the last day, and he wasn’t exactly looking forward to it.
He let out a sigh as he felt Yoongi run a comforting hand through his hair, leaning even more heavily into his side.
That was right.
For a second in his dread he’d nearly forgotten that Yoongi would be there to help him. The knowledge that the next few days wouldn’t be as unbearable as usual helping abate some of his mounting anxiety.
But the pressure was quickly building. He attempted to hold off a whimper as he felt his muscles tense, the beginning of sweat accumulating at his temples as what felt like fire began licking at his skin.
“Should we go to the bedroom?”
Taehyung was off the couch in an instant, walking quickly to the back of the apartment, pulling his shirt over his head as he did.
Yoongi held in a giggle, Taehyung naked and running to his room equal parts arousing as it was funny. The shirt had been just long enough that Yoongi had almost forgotten that Taehyung had been sitting beside him with his bottom half entirely naked all this time. But now, as he watched Taehyung’s tan muscles and pert ass disappear behind the door to his room, he could only hurry to get off the couch and quicken his steps after him.
“Fuck,” he breathed, the picture that greeted him as soon as he entered the room making him twitch in his briefs.
Taehyung was on his bed. On his bed, something he’d only dreamt about but was finally blessed enough to see, spread eagle with two fingers buried in his ass.
“Hyung,” Taehyung groaned, the sound long and low as he shoved a third finger in along with the first two. His hips were rolling back, trying to get them deeper as his eyes pleaded for Yoongi to join him.
Yoongi was quick to take off his underwear, nearly tripping over himself in his attempt to get to the bed before he was climbing on top of Taehyung, settling between his legs, and looking down into gold flecked eyes.
“What do you need pup?” he asked softly, Taehyung whimpering at the name.
Taehyung’s lips parted around a breathy sigh, Yoongi looking down to see his other hand curling around the leaking head of his cock. Yoongi sucked in a breath, watching as beads of precum gathered at his slit and slid down the base, tip flushed and angry as Taehyung’s hand squeezed around it.
“Let me,” Yoongi offered, gently easing Taehyung’s fingers off of himself and replacing them with his own. Taehyung throbbed in his hand, eyes fluttering closed as he arched up into the warm heat.
He seemed content to fuck into Yoongi’s fist for a few moments, until it became increasingly clear that it wasn’t going to be enough, nails gripping Yoongi’s shoulder in an attempt to bring him closer.
Yoongi readjusted, the surprise of Taehyung yanking him down jostling the two, Taehyung’s fingers slipping out of himself with a frustrated cry in the process.
Yoongi was quick to take their place, fingers trailing down Taehyung’s stomach, through the small curls at the base of his cock, and behind his balls until they were entering past his pink rim, plugging up the emptiness that had had the omega’s eyebrows scrunching in distress.
The relief was instantaneous, Taehyung hooking a heel around the back of Yoongi’s arm and urging him deeper, wanting to feel every ridge and knuckle as Yoongi’s fingers began to work their way in and out.
Taehyung brought him into a kiss, wet and sloppy and full of teeth as Taehyung’s wolf fought to the surface. It was more of a slide of spit slickened lips and mess of biting canines as Taehyung pulled his hyung even closer, breathy moans and pitched whines muffled into the beta’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Taehyung groaned as Yoongi’s fingers crooked and had a new stream of slick trickling out, bursts of white creeping in the edges of his vision, “hyung, hyung fuck, feels so good.”
Yoongi bit his lip, his own length dragging along his comforter as he continued to rub his fingers against Taehyung’s inner walls.
“More,” Taehyung groaned, teeth now a bit sharper sinking into Yoongi’s bottom lip as he looked up at him pleadingly, eyes wide and glassy, “please hyung, I need more. Need your cock.”
And wow, okay. Those words had Yoongi’s brain fritzing, neurons firing as he struggled to get his temporarily fried mind back online.
He should have expected the frustrated whine that Taehyung let out as soon as he removed his fingers. Yoongi shushed him gently, kissing his omega on the cheek in an attempt to help soothe the pain.
Taehyung wound his arms around his own legs, pulling them flush to his chest as he presented his hole to Yoongi, begging to be filled.
Yoongi swallowed, hard.
He’d never seen such an erotic sight and he had to tamp down on his wolf’s demand to start fucking into the man without hesitance, his rational side telling him to take things slow.
Taehyung, apparently, wasn’t a fan of his rational side, keens rising in pitch as he reached his hands down and even further parted his cheeks, eyes asking Yoongi what the fuck he was waiting for.
And really, how could he say no to that?
With careful but hurried touches he settled himself more directly on top of Taehyung, taking himself in hand as he guided the tip of his cock to Taehyung’s entrance.
Entering Taehyung was like slipping into wet velvet, the mess of slick easing his way until he felt his balls flush against the apples of Taehyung’s ass cheeks, the omega letting out a noise that was just as relieved as it was agonizing.
Long legs wrapped around Yoongi’s waist, the heel of Taehyung’s foot digging into Yoongi’s lower back and forcing him even deeper than he thought possible, grinding into Taehyung’s warmth as he felt the omega constrict around him.
The adjustment period was nonexistent, and soon enough Taehyung began moving his hips back against him in an attempt to get friction, Yoongi’s knuckles whitening as he fought not to cum on the spot.
His grip on Taehyung’s waist was tight, sure to leave two hand shaped bruises as he began snapping his hips forward, setting a harsh pace that had Taehyung jostling beneath him like a ragdoll and his headboard rhythmically banging into the wall with each thrust.
The roughness was exquisite, Taehyung’s toes curling and body thrumbing as his gripped Yoongi closer, nails leaving tiny crescents into smooth skin as a chorus of ‘yes, yes, yes,’ spilled from his lips.
Yoongi groaned, low and deep in his chest as his face rested against the sweaty column of Taehyung’s throat, licking a long stripe up the expanse of tan flesh until his teeth rested just below his jaw. He shuddered, realizing that his teeth had managed to elongate, his wolf making itself known as he nosed along Taehyung’s scent gland, wanting nothing more than to sink his teeth into the spot beneath and mate with Taehyung fully. He resisted the urge, moaning as Taehyung clenched around him.
Yoongi knew neither of them were going to last long, the pheromones rolling off of the two enough to make anyone lightheaded.
It was obvious when he found Taehyung’s prostate, the man letting out something between a shout and a sob at the contact. Taehyung’s hold on Yoongi tightened tenfold, nails breaking skin until he could smell faint hints of copper, thin streams of blood making their way down the beta’s back.
A broken sob was the only warning Yoongi had before Taehyung came. Taehyung’s body tensed, muscles clenching painfully until the coil that’d been winding its way tighter all day snapped completely, the omega painting their stomachs with white, sticky ropes of cum between them.
Yoongi was entranced by the sight, mind blanching for a moment before tuning back into his surroundings. It was only now that he realized Taehyung was asking, more like begging, him for something.
He looked up, noting the tears running down Taehyung’s cheeks and leaving salty stains on his pillowcases before locking onto red, kiss swollen lips that were pleading “hyung your knot, fuck, please hyung, need your knot.”
Yoongi was shaking, head filling with the words mine, take, claim as he fucked into Taehyung harder, his boyfriend keening from the overstimulation while also trying to pull him deeper.
He hoped his neighbors weren’t home- the obscene squelches of Taehyung’s slick gushing around Yoongi’s cock and down his cheeks, sound of skin slapping against skin, the omega’s loud moans and harsh thump of the headboard all forming a cacophony impossible to ignore.
Darkness threatened to overtake his vision as he felt the heat that had steadily been building in his stomach reach its boiling point. He cried out as he came, arms shaking in the effort to hold himself up as he rode out his orgasm, desperately thrusting into Taehyung as he felt the man arch beneath him. He could feel himself filling out, base of his cock swelling and catching on Taehyung’s rim with each drag as he continued to spill into the younger man, knot fully forming and locking him in place.
Yoongi held in a pitiful whimper as he collapsed on top of his boyfriend, breath leaving him in ragged pants as he let out intermittent bursts of cum into the man. He was slowly filling him to the brim, knot keeping everything in as they waited for it to deflate.
Taehyung loved it. He faintly registered that he was drooling but was too high on adrenaline and pheromones to care as he felt small increments of Yoongi’s seed trickle out from between where they were connected and down his crack.
His wolf was practically purring, loving the knowledge that it was Yoongi buried so far in him, stretching and filling him more thoroughly than any of his toys ever could.
“Holy shit,” Yoongi groaned into his neck, body feeling like one big exposed nerve. He wondered if this was anywhere close to what heats felt like. It had been a long time since he’d knotted, and he’d nearly forgotten how intense it was.
The sounds Taehyung was making were endearing, and he smiled into the omega’s shoulder as he felt him wind his long limbs around him, trapping Yoongi in a warm embrace.
“Thank you hyung,” Taehyung sighed, startling a chuckle from his boyfriend.
“Why are you thanking me? That was fucking incredible. I have no idea how I’m gonna keep up all weekend.”
Taehyung looked at him reproachfully. His wolf was genuinely alarmed at the possibility of Yoongi having to abandon him mid heat.
“I’m kidding,” Yoongi laughed. And he was. . . mostly.
He pressed a gentle kiss against the edge of Taehyung’s jaw, then moved on to pepper a few more across his cheekbones and eyelids just for the satisfaction of hearing the younger man giggle some more.
“You’re amazing,” Yoongi sighed, shifting a bit so his right leg was no longer threatening to cramp.
Taehyung’s breath hitched – from how earnest the words had been spoken against his skin, or for how Yoongi’s movements had his knot pressing that much more firmly against his walls he wasn’t quite sure.
Slowly, agonizingly so, Yoongi’s knot began to shrink, the last of the beta’s cum dribbling out of his length as he pulled out with a shudder.
Taehyung whimpered at the loss, sore but not wanting the feeling of emptiness to overwhelm him again.
His rim was tender, and his ass ached in the best possible way, but he knew he’d have to take it easy in the coming days. He couldn’t fathom how Jimin would soon be dealing with not only one, but two knots, alphas’ at that, during his upcoming heat.
He shifted to get more comfortable, the feeling of some of the cum seeping out onto the bed making him whine.
“What’s wrong?”
Yoongi rolled off of him, stretching his legs just a bit. He propped himself up on an arm, noticing Taehyung’s flushed cheeks and eyes that were looking anywhere but him.
“Tae?”
Groaning, Taehyung threw an arm over his face.
“It’s just,” he bit his lip nervously, Yoongi reaching over and gently placing his thumb on the tender flesh of his bottom lip until he released it. He sighed, removing his arm to meet Yoongi’s concerned gaze properly “it’s just, not ready to feel empty yet. Could you – ah this is embarrassing. I need, I mean, I’ve seen it in your drawer when I was looking for socks but. . .”
“Tae, what is it, you can tell me?”
A huff, then “could you please gettheplugfromyourdrawerandputitinme?”
It took a second for Yoongi to unravel the tangle of words but when he did, he felt his chest heat with arousal.
He leaned in, placing a tender kiss to Taehyung’s mouth before saying, “you never have to be embarrassed about anything with me. I promise. Okay?”
Taehyung nodded, cheeks still flaming but pleasantly warmed by the words.
“Hyung, you have no idea how much I love you.”
His favorite smile, the one that was more gums than teeth was his response as Yoongi murmured, “I love you too.”
After a bit of searching, Yoongi found the sleek black plug next to old rolls of film and a few sheets of scrawled lyrics, gently parting Taehyung’s cheeks to press it against his puffy rim.
Taehyung sighed as it slid in. His wolf was more than content, happy to know that none of his future mate’s seed would be wasted, even if Taehyung wasn’t going to get pregnant. It was nice to be full, and while he knew it wasn’t anywhere close to what Yoongi’s cock had been accomplishing, it still helped take the edge off of things.
He felt his eyes begin to droop as Yoongi raked his fingers through his hair. His toes curled as Yoongi gently scratched his scalp, rolling into the other man and resting his head against his chest.
“This is nice,” Taehyung sighed, bones feeling heavy and eyes feeling even heavier as he felt sleep tugging on the edge of his consciousness.
“You should rest,” Yoongi said quietly, not wanting to disturb the moment. He pressed a kiss to Taehyung’s forehead, leaning down even further to press one to his lips when Taehyung pouted up at him. “Sleep while you can Tae, the rest of your heat’s only going to ramp up soon.”
Taehyung groaned, but settled down further into the warmth of Yoongi’s arms, knowing that the beta was right. His heat was only just beginning.
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The next two days went a bit like this.
Taehyung would crowd Yoongi into the bathroom sink, toothbrush forgotten as he kissed the beta, only to have himself turned around and fucked over the counter minutes later, face a mess of tears and sweat until Yoongi had him painting the cabinets white.
It looked like Yoongi waking up from a midday exhaustion nap to Taehyung sinking down on to his cock, riding him until his legs shook and Yoongi’s eyes were rolling back in his head.
Saturday looked like eggs growing cold on the kitchen table as Yoongi fucked Taehyung into the carpet, the omega whimpering and pleading ‘harder, faster’ until they were both collapsing onto each other, Yoongi’s knot stuffing Taehyung to capacity, the omega’s belly slightly swelling and pleasant shivers wracking his body as they waited for it to go down.
Taehyung’s heat looked like the food delivery man leaving their food on Yoongi’s doorstep, containers of japchae and lamb skewers forgotten as Yoongi sank into Taehyung torturously slow, fingers around Taehyung deftly milking him for everything he was worth.
It looked like a broken coffee table, eight changes of sheets, a note from his neighbors asking him to warn them the next time he was helping his mate through his heat, and Taehyung losing consciousness after not only one, but two orgasms.
As Taehyung slowly regained feeling in his legs, Yoongi sliding out of him only to push another one of Taehyung’s plugs into his place, Taehyung was certain he could get used to this.