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Sangyeon doesn’t know if he should be excited for finally getting his crush’s attention or horrified because of the situation he’s in right now, holding Juyeon’s eyes from across the room while having Younghoon fuck into him mercilessly. And if the man pulls on his ears one more time, Sangyeon thinks he’s going to come all over the desk without getting to touch himself, which is ridiculous but also very understandable considering he’s been suffering with his heat since this morning.
And he should be thankful for Younghoon’s help but he can’t help feeling that if this is going to last longer, he might send the younger one into rut. And that is absolutely out of the question because Sangyeon won’t let a knot as huge as Younghoon’s inside himself again. He’s just a fucking bunny after all, and a snow leopard is way out of his league to begin with. Yet it still feels heavenly to be stretched out around Younghoon’s cock as it keeps abusing his sweet spot without missing, having Sangyeon drool all over the desk, eyes becoming blurry when he feels the familiar tightness in his stomach.
“Do you like being watched, bunny?” Younghoon asks loud enough that Sangyeon is sure even Juyeon hears it. “Are you imagining him while I am fucking you? Is that why you are so tight around me, slut?”
Younghoon pulls him by the ears again, hard enough to make Sangyeon cry out as he comes, his vision fading to dark for a moment while Younghoon fucks him through his orgasm, pulling out in time to come all over Sangyeon’s back.
And because wildcats are an entirely different breed of weird, Younghoon licks his own cum off from Sangyeon’s back and forces the older man to face him, crashing their lips together, making him swallow it. Sangyeon moans displeased, swallowing the sticky liquid before pushing Younghoon off of himself.
“You’re absolutely disgusting,” he mumbles, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. Younghoon only smiles as he finally lets go of his ears, letting them fall to their place. “At least clean me up,” he continues, whines, and watches the other bend down just to collect Sangyeon’s cum from his chest, swallowing it without a problem.
Then Sangyeon remembers they are not alone, turning his head quickly towards the door, heart sinking when he doesn’t find Juyeon there.
“He left after you came,” Younghoon whispers into his ear and Sangyeon pushes at his chest weakly, a small whine slipping past his lips as he realises the severity of the situation. One, he just got caught being fucked. Two, the one who caught them was the man he is crushing on right now. Three, Lee Juyeon is now aware, thanks to his damn floppy ears, what he actually is.
Sangyeon sighs tiredly because he knows that his chances to talk to the man have gone from zero to minus ten in a second. He’s quite literally fucked.
“Don’t be sad, bunny,” Younghoon murmurs low and warm into his ear before sinking to his knees and pressing his face against Sangyeon’s navel, tongue lapping at the cum sticking to his skin. And Sangyeon lets him, lets Younghoon baby him, running slender fingers into those ebony locks, scratching lightly at the small round ears peeking out. Younghoon purrs like a satisfied cat, peppering kisses all over Sangyeon’s now spit slicked skin, and Sangyeon doesn’t find the power to be angry with him.
“He will crawl back to you,” and Sangyeon doesn’t even know what Younghoon is talking about until the other pushes him onto his back, legs over his shoulders and pushes his face between Sangyeon’s thighs to lick at the slick dripping down from his hole. “But until then you’re mine to enjoy.”
No matter how vehemently he denies it, it was really easy for Younghoon to talk Sangyeon into spending his heat with him, not leaving the nest until he didn’t fuck Sangyeon into a mess of wet sounds and shaky limbs, barely able to speak.
Then when his heat started fading out, Younghoon left him once again and Sangyeon was left alone to take care of himself which obviously wouldn’t be such a hard task if he would have been dealing with it alone.
It’s only on the afternoon of his second day alone when he finally manages to crawl out of the bed in order to take a shower and go out to eat something. He feels stable enough to walk, stumbling only when he catches a swift of Younghoon’s scent in the bathroom, and his body reacts immediately. His heat clearly isn’t over as he thought, but he refuses to beg for Younghoon to come back, instead fingers himself in the shower until his wrist starts to ache, and he comes while thinking about a pair of cold black eyes.
Sangyeon’s glad when the convenience store is almost empty as he steps inside, walking straight to the instant food aisle. His hand is already on a cup of ramen when he gets a lungful of wet earth scent, making his head spin. Before he can collect himself, he feels something dripping down the back of his thigh, the familiar warmth in his stomach eating at his inside. Blush creeps upon his cheeks and biting into his bottom lip, he turns around to see from where the scent is coming from, getting face to face with Juyeon, whose black eyes are fully blown and the pattern of grey scales glint under the harsh neon light.
“You are in heat.”
Sangyeon blinks dumbfounded, his body reminding him that Juyeon is actually talking to and about him, his voice extremely warm and deep, making Sangyeon squirm under his gaze.
“Yeah—”
“Where is your mate?”
“I don’t— I don’t have one,” he says but it comes out more like a question, like it wouldn’t be obvious that if he had a mate he probably wouldn’t be shopping alone while in heat.
“Don’t lie.”
“I am not?”
“You reek of something that’s not you,” Juyeon snaps, stepping closer to Sangyeon, pushing his face into the crook of his neck, taking the older man completely by surprise.
“W-What are you doing?”
Juyeon ignores him, placing his hands on Sangyeon’s hips, nuzzling the side of his neck. “You smell like him—” he hisses, disgusted, without finishing his sentence and pulls away abruptly like Sangyeon’s scent offended him.
Sangyeon is downright trembling in pleasure in Juyeon’s hold, but the other probably can’t smell it under the thick layer of Younghoon’s scent, eyes cold and hard. If he comes any closer, Sangyeon’s ears might pop out and he isn’t really keen on finding out how that one would end, not when he’s already way too dripping wet to be comfortable.
“Well you see,” he starts and hopes Juyeon isn’t interested enough to listen to his explanations. “Younghoon isn’t my mate, but more like a friend who helps me out when I’m in need.”
“You let him fuck you in a public space. Can’t really call that as something friends would do,” Juyeon says and Sangyeon looks up just in time to see the corner of his lips pulling with a salacious smile. Even his grip tightens on Sangyeon’s hips, bending down a little to look him in the eye. “Gonna let me fuck you too, bunny?”
Sangyeon shouldn’t let him because right now he’s nothing more than just a body to fuck for Juyeon and then leave after finished, letting Sangyeon deal with the aftermath —and honestly, he doesn’t want to.
Maybe he should really call Younghoon back and forget about his feelings for Juyeon since it’s obvious the other doesn’t want to be more than just a casual heat partner. But it’s Juyeon, and Sangyeon has been crushing on him since the beginning of the semester and now he’s probably standing in a small pool of his own slick just because the man is standing so close to him he can feel the heat of his body and the intoxicating scent of his pheromones.
“Would you really or are you just joking?”
Juyeon looks taken aback but only for just a couple of seconds before leaning in close again, lips pressed to Sangyeon’s ear. “I would take you right here and right now if I could, sweet thing,” he whispers and it’s enough to make Sangyeon’s long floppy ears appear. “Cute,” Juyeon chuckles, pulling him closer, holding him tighter, “take me to your nest, bunny.”
Sangyeon does the one thing that’s on his mind and grabbing Juyeon by his hoodie, he pulls him down, kissing him hard on the mouth. Juyeon stumbles, pressing Sangyeon hard against the shelves, one hand on the back of Sangyeon’s head to stop him from hitting himself. His large hand covers almost his entire head, long fingers threading through his hair and Sangyeon whines into the kiss when Juyeon presses a thigh between his trembling legs, firm muscles pressing against his painfully hard cock.
“We should go back before I eat you whole,” Juyeon groans against his lips and Sangyeon wants to argue that he really doesn’t mind being eaten whole by someone like Juyeon, but he nods enthusiastically, grabbing the other’s hand.
They get a few people staring at them as they leave, but Sangyeon doesn’t mind it when he’s just about to invite Juyeon into his nest to fuck him stupid.
Juyeon follows him obediently, holding into Sangyeon’s hand tightly, almost enveloping it entirely, and Sangyeon needs to stop thinking about how he desperately wants those hands to grab him by the waist and just hold him down while Juyeon takes him apart. He also needs to stop imagining how it would feel if Juyeon just put his entire fist inside him before it becomes evident that his jeans are drenched and Juyeon can probably smell it on him. Sangyeon feels pathetic but he also feels fucking horny and he just really needs to reach his apartment before he does something so stupid like pull Juyeon into an alley to suck him off while the other fucks his mouth and pulls his ears so hard it would bring tears to his eyes.
When they finally reach his apartment, he becomes so nervous that he keeps pushing the wrong buttons to unlock the door. On the fifth try, Juyeon, who has been quiet behind his back, finally presses his chest flush against Sangyeon’s back, covering his hand with his larger one, immediately making Sangyeon stop.
“Tell me the code,” he says softly into his ears, and unlocks the door after Sangyeon recited the numbers with a shaky voice. And while Sangyeon is entirely focused on the many rings adoring Juyeon’s fingers, the other is already pushing him inside, firm hand on the small of his back.
Sangyeon immediately notices the shift in his scent as he steps inside, something about it becoming almost unbearable to be around, then he realises Juyeon can probably smell Younghoon’s scent lingering around Sangyeon’s apartment, and he almost becomes happy that it displeases him.
“I will make you regret that you didn’t come to me first,” he growls behind Sangyeon’s back, and he barely has time to turn around before Juyeon bends down and grabbing him by the middle, he lifts Sangyeon up, putting him over his shoulder.
Sangyeon yelps, holding onto Juyeon’s small waist while the other takes him into his bedroom. By the way Juyeon’s built, no one would think that he’s actually strong. Of course he’s all sharp and angular, wide shoulders and tall figure with defined muscles, but he’s also lean and has the smallest waist Sangyeon has ever seen and it just doesn’t add up. He also doesn’t want to admit that being manhandled turns him on way more than he thought it would.
Juyeon throws him on the bed as soon as he steps inside Sangyeon’s bedroom without any kind of gentleness, leaving him with his heart beating fast in his chest, watching Juyeon undress quickly. His abdomen is covered with patches of grey scales, the shapes of his ribs prominent under the skin which stretches over them, and Sangyeon’s breath hitches at the sight of those silver barbells pierced through his visibly hard nipples. He watches the muscles contract as he moves, following the line of fine hair from his navel down to his hard cock and Sangyeon becomes aware how naked Juyeon is and how many clothes he’s still wearing, the fabric of his jeans sticking uncomfortably to his skin.
“Want me to undress you, bunny?” Juyeon asks as he crawls over to him on the bed in all his naked glory, kneeling before Sangyeon, cupping the side of his face with a gentle hand. Sangyeon’s immediate reaction is to open his lips, letting Juyeon’s thumb press into his mouth, pushing his tongue hard against his teeth until it hurts. “You’re so good, baby boy. ”
Sangyeon’s whole body trembles at the praise, slick dripping from his hole. He has Juyeon kneeling naked before him, his finger in Sangyeon’s mouth, hard cock brushing against the side of his face and it all makes him so overwhelmed he comes in his jeans without being touched.
It’s so fucking much, and it feels so good, it makes him bite down on Juyeon’s finger, eliciting a small chuckle from the other.
“So desperate,” he whispers sweetly, pressing his knee hard against Sangyeon’s crotch before pulling his thumb out only to choke the whine off of Sangyeon’s lips when he presses back three fingers. “Suck on them for me.”
Sangyeon can taste smoke and ash on Juyeon’s fingers, grabbing into his wrist with both hands, tongue moving lazily between the digits and he starts rolling his hips to amplify the friction. He’s proud when he can feel Juyeon’s cock twitch against his cheek, pre-cum dripping down the side of his face.
Juyeon presses down hard on his tongue, making him gag a little before he’s pulling away, bending down to press a soft kiss on his lips. “Going to have so much fun with you, bunny,” he whispers, pushing at Sangyeon’s chest until he has him lying on his back, his long fingers already undoing Sangyeon’s jeans, pulling the fabric down together with his wet underwear.
Sangyeon’s cock hangs pathetically between his legs, wet from his own cum, a pretty shade of pink. “So fucking gorgeous.” And Sangyeon doesn’t even have the time to be embarrassed because Juyeon is lifting him up, putting his legs over his shoulders, bending down to press his lips against Sangyeon’s hole, tongue lapping at the slick.
“Juyeon!”
His fingers twist into the sheets and he bites down on his bottom lips before he could scream because of the sudden pleasure and pressure that’s Juyeon’s tongue inside his hole.
“You taste like the sweetest honey, baby doll,” Juyeon says before diving back in, his long tongue reaching places that Sangyeon’s fingers could never touch. It’s long and thick enough to make Sangyeon lose his breath, filling him up so perfectly like he never thought it could happen.
Then just as fast as it happened, Juyeon pulls his tongue out, licking at the puckering hole before pressing those three spit slicked fingers inside Sangyeon without a warning, eliciting a long moan from him.
“So fucking wet for me. Bet you would have let me fuck you in the store if it would have been empty. Just so fucking desperate to be filled,” he says with a mocking edge to his tone, and Sangyeon clenches down on his fingers when they continuously keep brushing against his prostate. “Just a little horny rabbit who wants to have his brain fucked out. Am I right, bunny?” he asks casually, like he isn’t three fingers deep inside Sangyeon, thrusting them in and out at a sloppy pace, abusing that bundle of nerves that has him seeing stars in the corner of his vision.
There is no way Sangyeon could answer him, mouth open around all the small wet sounds that slip past his lips, spit running down his chin.
“Already so fucked out, you can’t answer a simple question like that. Adorable,” he chuckles, pushing a fourth finger along the other ones, stretching Sangyeon’s hole even wider. “Your hole was made for me, sweet thing. It just swallows my fingers like they belong there,” and Sangyeon can’t really argue with that when the burning from the stretch feels so good he just can’t get enough of it.
Then he feels Juyeon’s tongue inside along his fingers, the burning sensation of another orgasm spreading across his body.
“Hold it,” is the only thing Juyeon says before going back to lick at Sangyeon’s warm walls. And Sangyeon does because it’s Juyeon and he wants to please him. Wants him to stay after all of this is over. Wants him to—
“Bet I could fit my entire hand inside you, baby boy,” and then he’s pushing all five of his fingers inside Sangyeon, his other hand holding him firmly by the back of his thigh.
Sangyeon comes the second Juyeon pulls and pushes his fist back inside him, coating his chest with cum, screaming as Juyeon keeps moving his fist through his orgasm, pressing sharp knuckles against his prostate. He whimpers when it starts to become too much, but Juyeon doesn’t seem to realise it as he pulls his hand out entirely, flipping Sangyeon’s body with ease before thrusting his cock inside instead of his fingers, fucking Sangyeon until he’s only a mess of sounds and shaky limbs, barely able to hold himself.
He wants to tell Juyeon to come inside him, but his words fail him and just as the other’s thrusts become sloppier, he pulls out of Sangyeon and comes all over his back.
The last thing Sangyeon remembers before blacking out is the heavy feeling of being used settling inside his chest.
It shouldn’t come as a surprise when he wakes up alone, still covered in his own dried body fluids and with no Juyeon in sight. Sangyeon doesn’t move for the rest of the day, only cleaning himself up before falling asleep curled up under the covers.
It’s only by the end of the week that he manages to crawl out of his apartment and go to classes. And even then, he ignores Younghoon’s stare and the heavy scent of rain and earth in the air that keeps surrounding him everywhere he goes.
But his resistance doesn’t last much when after classes Younghoon corners him into an empty lecture room, his scent thick and unpleasant to Sangyeon.
“Why do you smell like—”
“Like what?”
Younghoon seems taken aback by the abrupt raise of his voice, but his eyes darken fast, grabbing Sangyeon by the chin, making him look up at him.
“This is not your scent. And it is neither mine.”
“And what if it isn’t? How is that any of your fucking business?” he spits out.
Younghoon’s eyes widened. “You let him into your nest.”
Sangyeon pushes his hand away annoyed, “and if so, what does that matter to you? We are not together, I am not yours. In fact, I am neither of yours, since both of you suck at taking care of me while I need it the most.”
“What?”
“Both of you leave right after you get your fill, and I am left there to deal with the rest alone,” he says, raising his voice until his throat starts hurting. “ Poor bunny can’t think straight after fucking his brains out, ” he mocks, “neither you nor him could care about taking care of me after it, right? It’s too much fucking work to cuddle me or at least clean me up like I am not just some fucking cheap whore you use for your own satisfaction.”
“I didn’t know—”
“You didn’t bother to know.”
The scent of rain is heavy in the air and Sangyeon hopes Younghoon can smell it too, hopes Juyeon hears it too what he has to say. “Good luck finding someone else who doesn’t mind being used as a fuck-toy.”
“Bunny—”
“Next time I'm in need of a quick fuck, I will let you both know. Maybe we could have some fun together,” he says, mocking smile on his lips as he pushes past Younghoon.
To his utter disappointment, Younghoon doesn’t call after him, nor does he stop him. And when Sangyeon steps outside, Juyeon doesn’t look at him either, eyes fixed on the ground before him.
“A fucking joke, the both of you.”