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Jisung felt like he was being watched.

He was used to Minho’s eyes on him - his gaze had become a comforting weight against his skin. His instincts had even grown to recognize when that gaze changed from something possessive and loving to something more terrifying. Jisung had gotten pretty good at guessing when he would turn around and see the wolf’s eyes changed to a near glowing yellow and his ears twitching on top of his head.

Jisung knew at these moments that Minho’s instincts were telling him to kill Jisung - rip his throat out and eat him whole like what should happen so naturally between the two of them. His boyfriend had opened up about these feelings many times to Jisung - always with tears in his eyes and sobs racking his throat as Jisung consoled him.

But now, when his instincts alerted him to a predator watching him, too often was Jisung turning around and catching the eye of a different one of his group members.

Seungmin was always quick to look away, eyes flitting to the ground or the ceiling as he turned back to whatever he had been doing previously. Jisung always raised an eyebrow, confused as to why the other man was looking at him so intently that the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

This time was the same. Jisung turned suddenly, every fiber of his animal side alerting him to danger, and he caught Seungmin staring at him. The dog hybrid immediately looked away, turning entirely to grab his water bottle and take a few swallows of it.

“Yah,” Jisung yelled, getting the attention of nearly everyone in the room. He pointed at the man, scowling, “why the fuck do you keep staring at me like that?”

“I’m not staring at you, Jisung,” Seungmin rolled his eyes, very pointedly not even turning to look at him.

“What’s wrong?” Minho asked, by his side only a moment later with an arm latching itself around his waist.

“He keeps staring at me - it’s weird,” Jisung grumbled, turning back to set his own water bottle in his bag.

“I think someone needs to get sheared soon,” Minho cooed, running his hand through Jisung long, thick locks as though to prove his point. “You always get so grouchy when you’re overdo.”

Jisung’s small, diamond shaped ears twitched around in irritation on top of his head. The wolf was right - Jisung almost always keeps the sides of his hair short for a reason. He would shave it all off if their company let him - it was just so thick and heavy, sometimes it felt like it was suffocating him. Sheep hybrids weren’t meant to keep their hair as long as he was forced to.

“Maybe,” he huffed, shaking himself out.

“I’ll text the stylist to let her know to schedule you soon,” Minho promised, planting a kiss on Jisung’s cheekbone.

The members were all slightly on edge the rest of the dance practice. Jisung was the only prey hybrid in the group - not that you’d ever know, considering prey were normally quiet, skittish and docile while Jisung was loud, overly playful and confrontational to a fault - and when he was upset, it set everyone else’s instincts off.

“Let’s wrap it up early for the day,” Chan said, clapping his hands as the rest of them groaned, flopping on the ground in their sweat and exhaustion. “You two,” Chan said, pointedly looking between Jisung and Minho, “head home. I’m going to take the rest of the guys out tonight.”

Jisung knew what that meant.

Even though it was only him as a prey in the group, the boys were all incredibly respectful of him to the point where, sometimes, he felt unnecessarily coddled. They had a completely vegan diet at the dorms and on set for anything - it never really bothered any of them until they realized the predators started truly craving meat to the point that it fucked with their heads. So, now, they had come up with a system that the predators would go out every once in a while to do predator things - whatever those were, Jisung didn’t know, nor did he really care.

Jisung said nothing, barely even acknowledged them, as he and Minho headed out by themselves.

He didn’t really care what the other members did - he was more concerned with the fact that he and Minho got the dorms to themselves for the night.

It made excited tingles crawl up his spine until he was practically skipping the last flew blocks back to their apartment.

“You excited, bunny?” Minho laughed.

“I’m not a bunny,” Jisung pouted as he watched Minho slide his key into the door before pushing it open.

Jisung squealed as he raced inside, feeling the swat of Minho’s hand on his ass.

He knew Minho would take an extra few moments to take off his shoes, hang up his coat, and dawdle by the door to give Jisung enough time to race through the house and into his room to find a hiding spot.

Because they had started their game a few months ago, during one of the times Minho had been upset about his instincts. Jisung had held him and whispered into his boyfriend’s hair, “I… kind of like being scared.”

It was taboo - one of those things that if any of their friends or coworkers found out about, they could be in genuine trouble for it. It was one of those kinks that people would wrinkle their noses at, and porn videos with it had thousands of comments talking about how disgusting it was.

Which was why they only did it when the others weren’t around and wouldn’t be for a long time.

Jisung loved the feeling of being hunted. The adrenaline rushing through his veins and the panic echoing in his head seemed to go straight to his cock every time - making him hard in his pants even before anything had actually begun.

And Minho loved hunting him. He loved the control in his hands, the danger of letting his instincts take over when he was around the younger - freely being able to think about what it would feel like to clamp his teeth around Jisung’s throat and rip the life from him.

They weren’t supposed to enjoy it, weren’t supposed to like the feeling of being out of control of their own minds, weren’t supposed to let their animal sides take over so entirely.

Jisung didn’t think about anything as he slammed the door to his room behind himself, clicking it locked and frantically looking around for a place to hide that Minho hadn’t found yet. He could already feel the floaty headspace he was entering, the panic pushing at his veins - making him twitchy in his own skin - and knew Minho was entering his own as he heard him shuffling around down the hall.

Jisung threw open his closet, eyes flickering over the space that was filled to bursting.

He quickly shoved a few things over to be able to tuck himself against the very back corner. He easily slid the door closed and went silent where he sat, arms wrapped around his knees. His ears twitched on his head, heart beating a mile a minute as he listened desperately for the sounds of the wolf outside.

“Little lamb.”

Jisung flinched at Minho’s cooing voice calling out for him.

He heard the jiggle of the doorknob only a few seconds later.

“Oh, that’s cheating, little lamb,” he heard Minho chuckle.

Jisung curled further in on himself as he listened to Minho’s footsteps retreating - heartbeat slowing ever so slightly as his sheep brain told him the predator was deterred by the simple lock - before they returned only a moment later. He gasped in an involuntary breath, quickly covering his mouth with his palms as he heard the doorknob jiggling again. He scowled to himself at the fact that the same key worked for all of their rooms.

Jisung squeezed his eyes shut, putting his arms over his head as he curled into his knees even more, listening to the wolf’s steps on the carpet of his bedroom.

“Come out, little lamb,” Minho whispered, his voice sounding so loud in the silence. “I know you’re in here - it won’t take me long to find you. I can smell your fear.” Jisung held back the panicked noise that threatened to escape his lips. “If you come out yourself, maybe I’ll kill you quickly - would you like that? Or would you prefer I take my time?”

Jisung was trembling by the time the closet door cracked open slightly. He shrunk back against the wall as he stared, wide eyed, at the wolf as he glanced around inside.

For a few moments, Minho didn’t see him, looking surprised that his nose had betrayed him, before he opened the door further and the room light glinted in the terrified sheep’s eyes.

“Ah,” Minho purred, grinning so wide Jisung could see the fangs protruding from his upper row of teeth. “There you are.”

Jisung wailed in fear as Minho grabbed him roughly by the arms, dragging him bodily out of the closet as the younger flailed and thrashed against him. He could feel the bruises being dug into his arms and chest as Minho held him with absolutely no concern for his well being - it made his cock twitch in his pants.

“Please don’t, please don’t,” Jisung sobbed, tears wetting his face immediately as Minho grabbed him by the throat and pinned him down with his thighs on either side of Jisung’s hips. Jisung scrambled at his wrist, trying to pry him off as his windpipe was entirely cut off to the point where he couldn't suck in a breath at all.

Jisung choked, eyes round, as his head grew light and his vision darkened around the corners.

Just when he thought he might actually pass out, Minho let his neck go, letting Jisung take quick, panicked gasps that were painful in his lungs.

Jisung was flipped onto his hands and knees by harsh hands that wasted no time in pulling down his sweatpants. Jisung screeched as he felt teeth sink into the flesh of his ass - usually such a playful thing Minho did was now painful and blood thirsty.

Jisung kicked his feet back at Minho and was surprise when his heel actually connected with his chest, shocking a groan out of the wolf as his teeth pulled back from his skin.

Jisung was on his feet a moment later, racing out of the room after pulling his pants back up around his waist.

His socked feet skidded over the floor as he ran into the bathroom connected to the living room. Another member’s room would have been closer and a better place to hide, but he knew that was crossing some unspoken boundary.

Jisung yelped as he turned to close the door which was abruptly held open by a force on the other side.

“No!” Jisung yelled, shoving his shoulder into it and trying to close it on the wolf. It didn’t move even an inch - Minho was far too strong for him.

“Come now, little lamb,” Minho said, voice patronizing as he easily pushed the door open, making Jisung fall back flat on his ass.

Jisung scrambled backward until his back hit the side of the bathtub. His chest was heaving with each terrified breath, eyes round as he watched Minho squat down in front of him. His lips were pulled up in a smile as he tilted his head to one side, sizing Jisung up.

Jisung whimpered as Minho’s hand wrapped around his ankle, tugging him forward along the tiled floor until he was barely an inch from Minho’s face. He could feel his breath on his cheeks as he shook violently in his grasp, could see the strings of saliva connecting his teeth - the wolf was no doubt salivating at the scent of his next meal.

Minho leaned forward until his lips were brushing the shell of Jisung’s ear. He whispered, “I’ll give you one more chance to run,” before releasing his hold on Jisung’s leg.

Jisung didn’t think twice - didn’t even consider that it could be a trap or anything more than freedom - before getting to his feet and bolting out of the bathroom.

As he stumbled, bashing his knee on the ground at once point, he realized tears were blurring his vision again. He choked on a sob he hadn’t even be aware was building in his chest as he ran toward the front door.

There was a coat closet beside the door - if he could get there, he could hide. He had never hidden there before - Minho would never be able to find him and-

Jisung screamed in terror as he slammed right into solid chest as he rounded the corner.

His instincts were going haywire, brain ringing with alarms and horror as the scent of a new predator assaulted his senses.

“Jisung! Jisung!”

He wailed as those arms wrapped around him, trapping him against the predator’s chest. He squirmed and fought against those strong arms, howling as he did.

“Jisung, it’s okay! It’s just me!”

Jisung shook his head desperately, sobs tearing out of his chest as his body went limp - accepting that he was going to die here. The best he could do was bare his throat and hope for it to be quick.

He froze, entire body stiffening, as he heard a deep, guttural growl from behind him.

His knees went weak, the arms holding him nearly losing their grip as his feet fell out from beneath him. Jisung whimpered, eyes squeezed shut as he was helped to the floor.

“Minho? What the fuck is going on?”

“Get. Away. From him.”

Jisung shivered, a fresh wave of terrified tears leaving him at the voice.

He felt the new predator tense beside him. Jisung forced himself to look up and a part of him was absolutely horrified to see Seungmin beside him, the other part was thrumming with only one thought - protection, protection, protection.

Because, Seungmin wasn’t just any dog hybrid - he was a border collie.

Jisung wailed as he threw himself at Seungmin, latching his arms around his neck and burying his face there.

Seungmin was nearly knocked off his feet by the weight of the sheep lunging at him. He let out a soft ‘oof’ as he fell backward from his squat and landed on his ass, quickly getting a lap full of Jisung. He kept his arms wrapped around the prey hybrid, holding him close as he looked between the two of them with confused eyes.

“Seungmin.”

Jisung shivered at the wolf’s tone - how growly and scratchy it was.

“Give me Jisung - he’s fine, you don’t need to worry about this.”

Jisung could feel Seungmin tense, arms tightening around him, as his eyes narrowed at Minho. “You’re telling me I don’t need to worry about my friend who’s sobbing and smelling absolutely terrified after being alone with his boyfriend? You really think I’m going to accept that?”

Minho stayed quiet for several long moments. Jisung’s fingers tightened in Seungmin’s sweatshirt. “Seungmin-”

“I’ve been watching you with him - you’ve gotten way too primal,” Seungmin said, his own voice dipping into a near-growl. “You look like you want to eat him most of the time now.”

“Maybe I do,” Minho snarled.

“Seungmin,” Jisung whined, digging his hand into his hair and tugging.

Jisung wasn’t entirely sure what happened next. Seungmin got to his feet, holding Jisung against him as the sheep nearly fell to the ground again, and Minho’s hands were on him a second later.

Jisung cried out as sharp nails dug into his hips, trying to tug him away as Seungmin’s grip also tightened around him.

“Let go!”

“Don’t fucking touch him!”

Jisung groaned as he suddenly hit the wall of the hallway, eyes widening as he sunk to sit against it, watching the two predators.

They were growling in each other’s faces, Minho’s hands grabbing the collar of Seungmin’s sweatshirt and the border collie’s hand around the wolf’s neck.

Seungmin yelped as the older threw him to the floor, getting on top of him a second later and pinning him down. The dog hybrid bucked his hips, trying to dislodge the wolf from on top of him as Minho’s hands wrapped around his throat.

A new type of alarm was going off in Jisung’s head - one of clarity, screaming at him to stop them.

“W-Wait!” he yelled, tripping over his feet as he stood and lunged for them. “Minho! Seungmin! Stop!”

He gasped in shock as he was shoved away far too casually by the wolf - Minho barely even glancing up as Jisung fell back.

Jisung got onto his knees again quickly, shuffling forward to grab Minho’s wrists, trying to shove him off of their younger group member. “Minho! Stop!”

He flinched when Minho’s eyes were turned on him - such a vibrant yellow, it was almost impossible to see the human behind them. But, Jisung clenched his jaw and glared the wolf down, knowing the only way to get him to stand down was to meet him head on.

“This isn’t something a prey should be involved in,” Minho ground out through his teeth.

“That’s Seungmin, our friend,” Jisung snarled back. “Get off of him.”

Minho paused, face going slightly slack as he slowly looked from Jisung to Seungmin and back to his boyfriend. Jisung watched as his grip on Seungmin’s throat loosened slightly - letting the younger suck in breaths until he was coughing violently.

“Fuck,” Minho gasped, retracting his hands entirely from Seungmin and getting off of his chest. “F-fuck, Seungmin, I’m so-”

Minho yelped as Seungmin tackled him to the ground, basically swapping their positions by sitting on his chest and pinning him down by his shoulders.

“Seungmin!”

“I’ll fucking kill you,” Seungmin growled, leaning down to get in Minho’s face. “I’ll fucking kill you for hurting him - how dare you touch him like-”

“Seungmin, I wanted him to!” Jisung screamed, grabbing the younger and trying to shove him off of his boyfriend. “I-I-I like when he hunts me, I like when he attacks me - Seungmin I swear, I wanted this!”

Seungmin seemed to freeze at that, turning round, curious eyes on Jisung. “What?”

Jisung swallowed his shame, his embarrassment, his throat dry with it. “I… we… we do this - when we’re alone here. I swear, it’s…” he could feel his cheeks heating up. “It’s a hunting kink - I swear, Minho wasn’t actually going to hurt me, and if he did - I… I wanted him to.”

Seungmin’s jaw dropped open in shock as he looked between the two of them. “A… hunting kink?” He choked on the words - so forbidden, so taboo.

Jisung was waiting for his friend’s face to curl with disgust, for him to run off to call their managers and the other group members to make sure the two of them are separated, never left alone - maybe they would even force one of them to leave the group. He wouldn’t be surprised if they weren’t ever allowed to see each other after this.

Seungmin slowly got off of Minho, the wolf groaning as his chest was able to expand fully, and practically fell to sit beside the older. Seungmin’s eyes were still flicking between them, obviously trying to wrap his head around what they had just told him.

“You two… really..?” Seungmin whispered.

Minho sighed as he sat up, running a hand through his hair as he nodded, “yeah.”

Jisung heart beat rapidly in his chest, feeling like it was constricting with the anxiety he was facing. He needed Seungmin to say something - say anything.

He watched the border collie’s tongue flick out to wet his lips as he let out a stuttered, nervous breath. “C-Can I… watch?”

Well, if there was something he was expecting to come out of Seungmin’s mouth - it wasn’t that.

Which was how Jisung found himself pinned down onto his bed, head resting on Seungmin’s lap, with Minho above him and the wolf’s hand wrapped around his throat again.

His instincts were whirling madly in his head - terror and panic tugging at him again, while another part of him felt so, so safe in the arms of the border collie, and yet another part of him that was horribly embarrassed by this whole situation. Not that he didn’t want Seungmin here - the dog’s hungry gaze was enough to get him hard, leaking against his stomach, even after it falling soft after their previous scene.

Jisung let out a shaky breath, eyes slipping closed as Minho trailed down his chest with his nose, sniffing and biting at his skin before shoving the offending sweatshirt off of him entirely. Jisung whimpered as the wolf’s teeth attached to his side immediately - his skin already blooming with fresh bruises.

He felt Seungmin go rigid, heard the soft growl from his chest that had Minho looking up with a raised eyebrow. Jisung whined as the wolf’s hands tightened around his hips, “is someone being overly protective of my little sheep?”

“I can’t help it,” Seungmin snapped.

Which was true - the younger had always been overly protective of Jisung, had always herded him back to the group when he strayed even a little bit away, always keeping a hand on him and making sure he was comfortable. It had been cute, if a bit annoying, but now - his intense gaze meeting Jisung - he wanted nothing more than those protective - possessive - hands on him.

“I want Seungminnie,” Jisung whispered before he had even finished thinking the words.

The two other men looked surprised, glancing at each other before looking back at Jisung who was gazing at Seungmin with an already glazed-over, fucked out expression. His mouth was open with his breaths, saliva gathering on his tongue as he craned his neck up toward Seungmin’s lips.

Jisung curled his hands around the younger’s neck, pulling him down to be able to connect their lips. From his upside-down angle, he was able to easily lick into the other’s mouth, moaning as their tongues pressed together.

Jisung listened to the men’s growls, caught their glares and felt their hands fighting for him, but Jisung didn’t want to think about any of those things, didn’t want to do anything more than kiss them and get their dicks inside of him.

So, he let them argue it out with their narrowed eyes and snarling lips, let them manhandle him into a position where he could get what he wanted - which was both of them.

Jisung bleated happily when he finally got a cock pressed against his lips. He was opening his lips, ready to take it into his mouth, when he heard Seungmin laugh. He looked up at him with round, questioning eyes.

“I’ve never heard Jisung bleat before,” he said - but he wasn’t talking to the sheep, he was looking at the wolf instead.

“It’s very cute,” Minho said, his smile far too fond. “He only does it when he’s very, very happy.” That smile turned into a smirk as Jisung stared at him with those glazed over eyes. “Which is usually when he has a cock in his throat or ass.”

Jisung just nodded dumbly - he very much did enjoy both of those things.

His attention was quickly brought back to the dick at his lips when Seungmin began guiding it into his mouth again, moaning as Jisung opened his lips so easily, relaxing his throat like he knew how to. He reached up, wrapping his arms around Seungmin’s thighs and waist to hold onto him where he was bracketing Jisung’s head with them.

Jisung practically squealed as he felt a hand on his own weeping cock, followed by a warm, wet mouth around him only a second later. He immediately tried to buck his hips up into that heat, but tight hands kept him from moving.

“Fuck,” he heard Minho groan.”Oh fucking hell, you two are so pretty together.”

Jisung keened as he felt soft, loving circles being traced into his skin by familiar hands. He opened his throat more, pulling Seungmin down to pull him in further - he wanted to be as pretty as he could for his boyfriend.

Seungmin’s mouth was off of him for a few moments as he groaned and tried to catch his breath as Jisung began sucking, cheeks hollowed, around his length. He licked over the smaller man’s cock before taking it into his mouth again.

Jisung kicked his legs, squealing again as he felt slick fingers at his entrance. They didn’t hesitate to press inside of him, so familiar with his body, with how to open him up. Minho knew exactly how to angle his hand to have Jisung screaming as well as he could around a cock in his throat.

He bobbed his head quicker as he heard small growls being pulled out of Seungmin’s chest alongside his moans, feeling his dick twitch on his tongue. He suddenly wondered what Seungmin would look like falling apart - he really wanted to see it.

Jisung whined loudly as Seungmin pulled off from his cock - it had been so nice having such a warn, wet throat around him - and craned his neck to look down his body to see where those pretty lips had gone.

He nearly choked on the cock in his throat as he watched Seungmin slide his mouth down Minho’s cock, taking nearly his entire length into his throat in one go. Jisung whined at the sight, bucking his hips up - he couldn’t decide which of them he wanted to be, Minho with Seungmin’s lips around him, or Seungmin taking Minho’s dick.

Jisung pulled off of Seungmin’s length, whining, “hyung, please-”

“Patience, little lamb,” Minho breathed, hands tightening on Jisung’s thighs. “Seungmin is getting me ready for you - don’t you want to be a good boy for your shepherd?”

Jisung whined even louder at the words, hips struggling against Minho’s tight grip.

“Be a good boy and suck Seungminnie’s cock.”

Jisung scowled at the order, but pulled the younger’s hips down again so he could lick and mouth at his dick.

He glared as the two of them got so distracted with each other - Minho’s hands in the younger’s hair and Seungmin’s head bobbing up and down on his length. The younger’s hips were shifting over Jisung’s face, thighs flexing around him.

“F-fuck, Jisung!” Seungmin cried out, pulling away from Minho - finally - as Jisung tugged him down further to lick over his entrance.

Jisung just hummed as he flattened his tongue and licked over him again and again until his hole was fluttering under his tongue. He lapped and sucked at the sensitive skin until Seungmin was moaning and whimpering above him, head hung between his shoulders.

“Ah, are you jealous, little lamb?” He heard Minho coo. “Couldn’t have our attention stolen from you for even a moment?”

Jisung smiled slightly even though he knew the two of them couldn’t see it.

He felt Seungmin go down on him a second later, making him moan loudly at the feeling.

Only a second after that, he felt Minho line up with this hole.

He was never going to last with Minho thrusting inside of him and Seungmin bobbing down his length - Jisung was going to fucking explode from the pleasure coursing through him.

He couldn’t help it when he let go of Seungmin to bend his arms above his head and grip the sheets instead. Jisung tilted his head back into the mattress, whining and moaning with every quick thrust of Minho’s hips, pummeling into him just how he liked it - like Minho didn’t care about him at all. It sent sparks running up his spine and out into his fingertips.

He barely even noticed when his dick was left cold and dripping against his stomach again as Seungmin pulled away.

“Ah, ah, Jisungie - open up.”

Jisung gazed up at Seungmin, eyelashes wet with overwhelmed tears of pleasure, but did as he asked. He let his jaw fall open, let the younger feed his dick into his throat again, and gripped the sheets in his fists even harder as his hips started moving, fucking Jisung’s throat.

“Fucking hell,” he heard Minho groan as he watched them. “I can see you in his throat.”

With how Jisung’s neck was craned back, he almost wasn’t surprised by Minho’s words - he could feel Seungmin’s cock so much better at this angle, could feel how much deeper he got with each thrust.

Jisung was beginning to feel light headed - going limp against the mattress - from the lack of airflow and the way the two predators were fucking him within an inch of his life. The loud, squelching sounds of his hole and throat being thrust into over and over filled the room alongside the quick, snapping noises of skin on skin as Minho jackhammered into his prostate over and over again.

“F-fuck, I’m coming,” Seungmin whined, hips speeding up erratically as his head hung, eyes squeezed shut.

Jisung perked back up at that, making sure to suck and swallow around the younger’s length as well as he could until the man was crying out and coming down his throat.

Jisung stuck his tongue out as Seungmin pulled out of his mouth, trying to catch the stray drops there. He pouted as he felt several hit his cheeks and chin instead.

Jisung’s attention was brought immediately to Minho once Seungmin had practically fallen off to one side of the mattress, panting in breaths as he came down from his high.

Minho leaned over Jisung, hooking his knees over his shoulders as he grinned down at him. “Now I’ve got you to myself, little lamb.”

Jisung wailed as the older slammed into him somehow even harder, the volume of their skin slapping together getting much louder with each thrust. Jisung swore he could feel the man’s dick in his throat he was so deep inside of him.

Jisung didn’t stand a chance as Minho wrapped his hand around him, coming over his stomach after just a single tug to his length. He cried out, arms coming up to wrap around Minho’s shoulders, desperately trying to hold on. He felt Minho’s growls vibrate through his chest, making him tremble as the wolf slammed into him over and over, chasing his own climax.

Jisung whined as Minho’s hips finally slowed to a slow grind, the older groaning as he came deep inside of him.

Jisung refused to let him go, kissing his temple and the side of his face that were wet with sweat and tightening his grip on the older when he tried to pull away.

“We’re gross, Sung, let me clean us up.”

“No,” Jisung pouted, shaking his head.

“Come now, little lamb.” Jisung shivered at the new voice, peeking ouf from Minho’s chest to look over at Seungmin who was smiling far too fondly at him. “Let Minho clean you up,” he spread his arms invitingly, “we can cuddle while he does.”

Well, Jisung wasn’t going to say no to that.

He bleated high in his throat as he threw himself at the other, curling up on his lap as Seungmin and Minho both laughed at him. Jisung rubbed his face against Seungmin’s neck happily as the younger wrapped him up in his arms.

“Your little tail is so cute,” Seungmin cooed, hand grazing over the little white nub. “I hardly ever get to see it.”

“That’s cause it’s extremely sensitive,” Minho called from where he had disappeared into the bathroom.

Jisung nodded, entire body shivering at the barest of touches from the dog hybrid. Seungmin gazed at him curiously as he wrapped his hand around it, squeezing it lightly.

Jisung bleated again, hiding his face in Seungmin’s chest as the younger laughed - embarrassed by his noise.

“Oh, you’ve done it now,” Minho hummed as he pulled himself back onto the bed. Jisung felt the wolf’s hand come to rest over Seungmin’s, helping him to squeeze and tug on his tail harder. “He’s already hard again.”

Jisung pouted as he glared out at them, Seungmin glancing between them and raising an eyebrow at how quickly Jisung got hard again.

“Well, I’m fine with a round two,” he said, a grin pulling at his cheeks.

“Watch yourself, dog. This is my little lamb.”

Seungmin’s grip tightened around Jisung, a growl pulling up from his throat.

Jisung really fucking loved feeling terrified before he got fucked - he loved being hunted and running away and letting his instincts take over. But, running away from Minho and finding protection in Seungmin’s arms as the two of them fought for him very quickly became his absolute favorite thing.