“Are you actually going to that guy’s apartment?” Nano asked, way too loudly for the quiet library. “What if he’s a serial killer?”

“That’s why I’m telling you,” Dylan said. But I doubt a serial killer would have sent me videos of him whimpering, Dylan thought.

Though it was certainly a possibility considering how they’d met, Dylan really had no fear about meeting Jun. Or, at least, when it came to him lying about who he was. The fact that they went to the same school had shocked him at first, and from what he could recall, they’d never run into each other.

After learning Jun’s faculty, he asked around to make sure he wasn’t lying about that at least. Pepper’s girlfriend Gam had confirmed the existence of a junior named Jun in her faculty, so that was easy enough.

“You’re telling me so I can come rescue you?” Nano asked.

“No, so you can tell Pepper, and then he can come rescue me,” Dylan replied, shoving his books in his backpack.

“I don’t get it. I thought you were done with alphas,” Nano said. “You told Pepper no when Gam offered to set you up with one.”

“It’s just a hookup,” Dylan shrugged. “Not a marriage.”

Truthfully, Dylan had come around on Jun a lot over the last few weeks. So now, against his better judgement, he felt a bit bad that Jun was suffering alone, considering he’d had many prospects and turned them all down. Because Dylan had told him to. Once again, against his better judgement.

It was all because Jun seemed…different. Dylan was usually very careful, and didn’t trust easily. Especially not alphas. The way Jun acted made Dylan feel like he was more helpless puppy than dickhead alpha. Still, he couldn’t know for sure until he met him. Anyone could put on a front over the internet.

But he really hoped Jun was telling the truth.

“If you don’t respond to me every hour I’m telling Pepper on you,” Nano warned.

“I’ll be fine, Nano,” Dylan rolled his eyes, throwing his backpack on. “I’m a big, scary omega.”

Nano eyed him. “I guess you’re right about that. Should I worry about him instead?”

Dylan left Nano at the library to continue his studying, went to their apartment to shower, then got a ride from an apprehensive Pepper to Jun’s apartment.

“I don’t know why I agreed to bring you here,” Pepper sighed, as they pulled up to Jun’s complex. “I guess it’s better if I at least know where he lives.”

“It’ll be fine,” Dylan said. “The only people who live at these apartments are students. So he didn’t lie about that.”

“Yeah,” Pepper agreed. “Well, check in with me so I know you’re okay.”

“Yes, dad. You act like betas don’t have random hookups, too,” Dylan rolled his eyes, and stepped out of the car. He wasn’t really annoyed with Pepper, as he knew Pepper was only worried because he saw Dylan as a friend he cared about, not because he thought Dylan was a helpless omega.

“I’m happily married,” Pepper said.

“Does Gam know that?” Dylan asked, leaning down to see Pepper. “I’m leaving now.”

“Promise to check in with me!” Pepper said.

“I promise, can you please go now?” Dylan said. “Thanks for the ride.”

Pepper sighed again, then shook his head. “Just shut the door.”

Dylan did as Pepper asked, and turned to walk into the building. It was too late to back out now.

Well, if he wanted to, he could easily go get in Pepper’s car and ask to go home. Pepper would take him even if he acted annoyed, but then Dylan would look stupid after arguing with him that he’d be fine. So, he didn’t. In fact, he walked resolutely through the door, putting in the code Jun had given him to get into the lobby.

Now that he was here, he was a bit nervous to meet Jun in real life. So many things could go wrong after meeting someone on the internet. Jun could think Dylan wasn’t good-looking in person, or vice versa. What if Jun’s apartment was a mess? That would be a turn-off. Their scents could be incompatible.

The worst possibility was if Jun was nothing like he’d acted over texts, and was actually a typical annoying alpha in person. Or what if he was the same, but they didn’t have the easy banter they had once they met?

As he got into the elevator, all of the questions ran through his head until he realized he hadn’t taken in his surroundings at all. These apartments were known for being expensive, as far as off-campus student housing went.

So, there was a new worst possibility: Jun could be a typical alpha asshole, and a rich, spoiled one at that.

Before he knew it, he was at Jun’s door, according to what he’d sent Dylan earlier. Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand to knock. The door flew open before he could.

Jun stood in front of him, and the first thing Dylan thought was that Jun was just as handsome as the pictures he’d sent, wearing a simple grey shirt and jeans. Then he realized his mouth watered on instinct from how amazing Jun’s apartment seemed to smell. Or, how amazing Jun seemed to. It wasn’t oppressive and overwhelming like the scents from other alphas Dylan had met before. It was oddly cozy, but had an edge of decadence, the way a freshly-baked dessert would.

“Hi,” Jun said, slightly out of breath, like he had run to the door. “I can’t believe you came.”

“I said I would,” Dylan shrugged. Internally, he patted himself on the back for playing it cool.

Jun moved to the side and motioned for Dylan to come in, so he did. The smell of Jun everywhere intensified, and made Dylan have to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from doing anything decidedly uncool as he walked past him. Like pinning Jun to the wall so that he could scent him sufficiently.

“Nice place,” Dylan said, instead of doing what his mind had been picturing since Jun opened the door. Very cool.

And it was true - the place was nice. It was lived-in, but decently clean, so that was a plus. There was a respectably sized kitchen to his left, a bright, open living room in front of him, and there were bedrooms on either side. Well, Dylan had to assume they were bedrooms. They were rooms at least.

“I thought you lived alone?” Dylan asked.

“I do,” Jun said, walking past him and into the kitchen. Dylan followed and sat at the bar to watch as Jun pulled two mugs out of a cabinet. “I just have two extra rooms. One is like an office for studying, and one is for…”

Jun trailed off and acted like the counter between them was super interesting, instead of continuing or looking at Dylan. An almost undetectable blush had risen to his cheeks once he looked back up. “Do you want tea?”

“Sure,” Dylan nodded. Whatever had made Jun blush was suddenly very interesting, especially when it looked so cute on him. “What’s the other room for? I refuse to believe it’s your serial killer room.”

Jun had gone to retrieve the kettle, but threw Dylan an exasperated look over his shoulder. “What? Why would you even think that?”

“Why don’t I think you’re a serial killer?” Dylan asked, leaning back in his seat to watch as Jun returned, fretting over the tea. “I mean, look at you.”

“Not – I meant – Anyway,” Jun shook his head. “It’s my den.”

“You need a whole extra room for that?” Dylan asked. “Actually, three bedrooms for one person is insane. Are you rich?”

Jun gave an indignant look at Dylan’s line of questioning, but handed Dylan his tea. As Dylan took it, their fingers brushed, and his stomach dropped from the simple contact.

“No, I just needed an extra room for my den. And they only had three bedrooms,” Jun shrugged.

“I should’ve known you’d be the type of alpha to den,” Dylan said, and took a sip of his tea. It was really good, surprisingly. Even more surprising was how at ease he felt here already, in Jun’s apartment.

“What do you mean by that?” Jun asked, eyebrows furrowing. “It’s only natural.”

“I’ve never really met…” Dylan trailed off, then readjusted in his seat. “I mean, it’s just a bit old-fashioned.”

From what Dylan knew, most alphas didn’t den anymore, as there was really no need for it. One of the biggest reasons for creating a den was for other people, or particularly omegas, to nest in. Omegas could nest anywhere nowadays, in their own home or apartment, so they didn’t necessarily need an alpha to create a den for them. It was simply an old instinct that most alphas Dylan’s age didn’t seem to have anymore. Or at least that’s what most of them said, anyway.

And from Dylan’s experience, most alphas didn’t care if an omega or anyone felt particularly safe enough in their personal apartment to create an entire space like that for them there. So, it made sense that it was uncommon.

“Maybe you’re just dating the wrong people,” Jun raised an eyebrow. “I’ve always done it. I feel better when I have one.”

Something about it made Dylan’s heart grow just a little bigger, and Jun suddenly seemed like such an appealing partner to Dylan’s instincts that he felt grateful for the bar separating them. It seemed like everything about Jun had Dylan ready to just jump his bones, but he was trying not to show that. Too much.

“Can I see it?” Dylan asked.

“What?” Jun’s eyes grew wide. “Now?”

Dylan just stared back at him, an eyebrow raised. Jun didn’t move, but Dylan watched as his eyes became just slightly unfocused.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Jun said, staring at Dylan’s mouth like he wasn’t even aware he was doing it.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” Dylan responded, but felt his ears heat up.

“And you smell fucking amazing,” Jun said. His expression and voice made it seem like the fact pained him.

“I know,” Dylan said, too softly.

Jun’s eyes traveled back up Dylan’s face until they made eye contact again. “You think I smell good?”

With Jun’s open expression, Dylan felt the urge to be honest, but he also wanted to tease him. So, he ended up doing both. “Yeah, like a bakery that just decided on a new flavor called ‘pathetic alpha.’”

“I can never tell if you’re being serious or not,” Jun said, conflicted. “You’re an enigma.”

“I’m an omega,” Dylan joked. “Enigmas aren’t real.”

“Thank you for proving my point,” Jun said, smiling. “You’re so weird.”

“You’re right. Probably shouldn’t let me out of your sight,” Dylan said. “We did meet on the Internet, after all.”

“I don’t plan on it,” Jun said, seriously.

“You do, though,” Dylan said.

“What?” Jun asked.

“Smell good,” Dylan said. “Luckily, I happen to prefer alphas in the pathetic flavor.”

Though he’d yet to meet any alpha who was anything like Jun seemed to be.

Jun’s shoulders relaxed. Case in point: Dylan had never seen an alpha visibly comforted by being called pathetic. “That’s good.”

“So, you don’t want to?” Dylan teased.

“Want to what?” Jun asked. “Are you just incapable of normal conversation?”

Dylan smiled. “Show me your den. You’re the one who can’t keep up, idiot.”

“I want you so bad, it’s literally killing me,” Jun said, his eyes still flickering between Dylan’s eyes and his lips.

“And I’m the one incapable of carrying a conversation?” Dylan asked. His tone was mocking, but he smiled even wider.

“It’s not that I don’t want to – I’m not embarrassed or anything,” Jun fidgeted with his mug. “I’m just…nervous you won’t like it.”

“It’s yours, though. What does it matter?” Dylan shrugged.

He had meant to be encouraging, but it made Jun’s shoulders fall. Dylan had never been that great at the whole comforting, warm omega thing. Really, Dylan didn’t know much about how alpha dens worked. Maybe they were very protective of them, like some omegas were about their nests. Maybe Dylan was overstepping.

“You don’t have to. I was just curious because I’ve never really seen one before,” Dylan tried again.

“Really? Never?” Jun said, then crossed his arms. “You really have horrible taste in partners.”

Dylan leaned back and looked Jun up and down.

“Except me,” Jun said quickly, then seemed to think better of it. “Or maybe especially me, I don’t know. Just follow me.”

Jun nodded to his left, and Dylan got up to follow him to the hallway. The door Jun went to was adjacent to the inside of the building, so it had less walls connected to the outside. For a den, it made sense, Dylan supposed.

As they stood next to each other in the doorway, all Dylan could think about was how close Jun was next to him. Like this, he could feel Jun’s body heat, and fought to either step closer or further away. In the end, he just didn’t move at all. Jun opened the door, and for a moment, Dylan forgot about the dilemma.

It was mostly a normal room, which had everything a typical bedroom would have. Except that an elaborate canopy bed took up most of the back corner, covered with an extensive array of drapes that were half-open, so that most of the inside was hidden from view. Along them, lights and what looked like greenery had been intricately interwoven down, and gave it a comforting yet secluded feeling. On the bed were tons of blankets and pillows, mostly a dark, forest green and white.

It looked inviting, to say the least, and must’ve taken a bit of time, even if it looked like things had been done with little rhyme or reason to an outsider.

As Dylan took it all in, Jun shifted next to him, bringing Dylan back to reality.

“So? How is it?” Jun asked.

“It’s…” Dylan didn’t know what to say. It was a delicate project, something about it was so gentle, even more so when Dylan considered an alpha had made it. “Impressive. How much time did it take you?”

“Well, I change things when it feels right, so I don’t know. A few days, but it’s never really…done,” Jun shrugged.

They still hadn’t stepped over the threshold of the door, and that was on purpose, at least on Dylan’s behalf. The entire room smelled distinctly like Jun, like he’d scented it with the intention of claiming the space as his.

Surprisingly, it felt nothing but inviting to Dylan’s stupid instincts, and a part of him wanted to go throw himself on the bed and bury himself underneath all the blankets. Dylan had certainly never felt anything like that, as his instincts and just Dylan as a person were usually disgusted by such an overwhelming alpha scent.

But he couldn’t just go inside, even if he wanted to. Even if Jun didn’t seem to be much of a typical alpha, he was surely still somewhat territorial of something like this.

“Can I go inside?” Dylan asked.

“Of course you can,” Jun said quickly. “I made it for –”

“For?” Dylan asked.

Jun shook his head and walked past Dylan into the room. Dylan fought the urge to grab him again as he did. “Come in.”

As he walked into the room after Jun, it seemed like he watched Dylan’s every move extremely closely. Even if he’d allowed Dylan inside, it still felt like maybe Jun was a bit touchy about Dylan in such a private area.

“Can I sit down?” Dylan asked.

Jun pushed his palms into his eyes. “I can’t handle this.”

“What? Why? Should I leave?” Dylan said.

“No, because. It’s just a lot,” Jun gritted out, but he moved to sit on the bed himself. “Maybe it’ll help if you do sit down, I don’t know. Do whatever you want.”

Dylan went and slowly sat down next to him. They were too close again, and the scent of Jun everywhere was enticing and comforting at the same time. Dylan let out a deep breath to try to calm his instincts before looking at Jun. When he did, it didn’t seem like Jun was faring any better, from the way he looked Dylan up and down like he was starving.

“Did it help?” Dylan asked, just to be an asshole.

“Not at all,” Jun said miserably.

“What would help?” Dylan asked, leaning closer, even though he knew the answer.

“If you built your nest here,” Jun said, then looked shocked at his own words.

For some reason, this shocked Dylan, too.

Most alphas would’ve just taken the opportunity Dylan was clearly presenting. Though Jun probably would take that, too, it still made Dylan’s heartbeat a little faster. Especially since Jun was so close to his rut, it was pretty incredible that he’d managed to be so normal and inviting. All of the alphas Dylan knew, like his classmates, usually took the entire week before their rut off of school because they were so territorial and jumpy - not to mention annoyingly horny. Running into an alpha close to his rut in a bar was always a nightmare to turn down, because they just never gave up.

The problem was that Dylan wasn’t much of a nester, really. Since he lived in an apartment with Nano, and they were both omegas, the entire apartment seemed enough like a safe place, so Dylan never felt like he had to. During his heats, his room was usually fine. It also helped that Nano loved nesting, and Dylan could just appropriate his nests whenever he wanted to. They’d hang out there when one of them felt like it, or if someone was in a particularly cuddly mood.

But as for a nest that he built for himself, to share with a partner, it just wasn’t something Dylan ever really…well, felt safe enough to do in a relationship before.

“I don’t really…” Dylan started, trying to think of how to explain it. At Dylan’s hesitation, Jun’s face fell. “What is it?”

“You don’t like it?” Jun asked. “Should I change it? To make it better for you?”

“No!” Dylan exclaimed. That, too, caused Jun’s expression to fall further. The conversation had gotten way off-track, and Dylan couldn’t deny that the puppy eyes made him want to say whatever Jun wanted to hear to make him smile again. “Okay, I’ll do it. I mean, I can’t right now because I don’t have anything here, but. One day.”

“Really?” Jun asked, perking up.

“Yeah, if…” Dylan didn’t know how to say ‘if we ever talk again after hooking up’ to an alpha who seemed like any hint of rejection would certainly kill him right now. “Yes.”

Jun made a content sound, like a low rumble in his chest. This pleased Dylan’s own instincts, as annoying as it was to admit.

“I’ll show you the other rooms now,” Jun said, standing up. “Before I do or say something stupid.”

“Isn’t that your specialty, alpha?” Dylan smirked.

Something like pain flickered over Jun’s face, and his scent spiked immediately. “Why would you call me that right now? Don’t call me that right now. Fuck.”

Dylan couldn’t help but laugh, quietly. “You’re so easy,” he said, pushing Jun’s shoulder.

Jun grabbed Dylan’s wrist before he could retract it, firmly but not enough to hurt. He fit his cheek into Dylan’s hand, nuzzling into his wrist. “You smell so fucking good. I love having you in here.”

From surprise, a small noise slipped from Dylan’s lips. The feeling of Jun scenting him made his ears heat up and butterflies swoosh in his stomach, and he wanted to be scented completely, and to do the same to Jun.

But he was still trying to act somewhat normal about the entire situation.

“Give me some warning next time,” Dylan said, in his typical half-mocking tone.

He really only said it just to have something to say. Not because he minded at all, and his scent must’ve shown just how okay he really was from Jun’s actions.

Regardless, Jun dropped Dylan’s hand like it had burned him, and looked down at him with wide eyes. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I told you I’d do something stupid.”

“It’s fine. I was just joking.” Playing it cool would have to take a pause, because Dylan wanted more, and Jun was so cute and careful and Dylan’s instincts wanted to scent him, too. Dylan offered his wrist again. “Do you want to scent me?”

Jun’s jaw dropped. “Are you fucking with me?”

“No,” Dylan laughed.

“Not – not here,” Jun said. “I don’t want – I still have at least tonight before my rut hits. I don’t want to bring it on early, while you’re here.”

“Then show me your room,” Dylan said, standing up.

When Dylan had offered to come here, he figured he’d just help Jun take the edge off before his rut. He hadn’t really known what to expect, though. Because a million things could’ve gone wrong, like Dylan not liking Jun enough to do so anymore and leaving early, for one.

The fact that Jun acted like he’d still go through his rut alone made Dylan realize his stupid heart was probably too far gone already. Jun still didn’t assume anything of Dylan, even if he was an unmated alpha with an unmated omega, only hours before he’d be in rut. Now, Dylan willed himself back from tumbling into dangerous real-life feelings territory.

Dylan followed Jun to the door across from his den. “This is me,” Jun said.

This looked more like a regular student’s room, a desktop computer was in one corner, and his bed was in another, just a normal one with dark sheets. There were some trinkets around the room and headphones on the desk, and Jun’s backpack was half open in the middle of everything.

Dylan went and sat on the edge of the bed, where Jun’s scent seemed to urge Dylan to curl up inside the blankets, to mix their scents together. Jun looked shocked at Dylan’s choice to sit on the bed, and instead sat in his desk chair, spinning it around so they could look at each other.

“So this,” Dylan said, patting the bed. “Is where you cry and jerk off to pictures of me?”

“You’re so mean, babe,” Jun pouted, and then crossed his arms. “But, yes. It is.”

“Well, I’m here, now,” Dylan said, leaning back on his hands.

“What does that mean?” Jun asked suspiciously.

“If a picture will do, then won’t the real thing be even better?” Dylan asked, casually.

“What exactly do you mean by that?” Jun asked, but his body gave him away, as he immediately came over to sit on the bed.

“I want to see it in person,” Dylan shrugged. “Show me what you do when I’m not here.”

“Seriously?” Jun still looked suspicious, but his scent increased enough to show his obvious interest, making Dylan bite back a smile.

Dylan just stared at him, as if to say, are you going to do it or not?

“Fuck, okay,” Jun said, scrambling onto the bed to lay on his back.

Dylan moved to lay on his side beside Jun, supporting his head with his hand, so he could watch as Jun hastily unbuttoned his pants and shoved them down. With them out of the way, Dylan could see the outline of his hard cock straining in his underwear, and fought the urge to reach out to him.

As Jun’s fingertips dipped below his waistband, he asked, “Are you seriously sure?”

“Yes, Jun,” Dylan rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t have asked you for a video if I didn’t want to see it.”

“Really?” Jun asked, like he was shocked by this somehow. With Dylan’s approval, he pushed his underwear down too, and his dick was in fact quite large, just like the pictures. Not so big that it was necessarily a terrifying prospect, but definitely the biggest Dylan had ever seen. “You got off to that?”

“A couple times,” Dylan said coolly, even if he felt himself becoming less casual by the second.

The admission made Jun curse, and he wrapped a hand around himself and pulled his lip between his teeth in an effort to keep quiet.

“Don’t do that,” Dylan said. “I didn’t ask for a whimper video for no reason.”

“You’re fucking insane,” Jun breathed, but his hips bucked into his hand as he looked over at Dylan. “Fuck, I can’t believe you’re here.”

Dylan was caught between watching Jun’s hand and his face, and couldn’t focus on responding at all. Jun’s thumb worked the tip of his dick where he was wet with precome, more than Dylan had ever seen from another alpha before. It may have been because Jun was close to his rut, or maybe it was normal for him, but to Dylan’s stupid instincts, it was extremely appealing.

It only got worse as Jun began stroking himself properly, his head thrown back, exposing the line of his throat. Dylan felt hypnotized by the sight, and had to swallow down the urge to sink his teeth into the tan skin there.

When he managed to look back at Jun's face, Jun seemed to be entirely transfixed on staring at Dylan, moaning quietly, his pupils blown. It almost made him want to blush, but this was what he’d asked for, so if anything it just made a shiver crawl up his spine.

It was obvious that Jun would come quickly, his rut coming on soon probably meant that he would feel pent-up until it was over. Which was why Dylan was here in the first place. As Jun got closer, his hips jerked into his hand and he did in fact whimper, which made Dylan’s urge to touch even worse.

He didn’t, but it was impossible to hide how turned on he was just from seeing Jun like this, as he felt himself growing wet between the thighs. And this only made Jun whimper even more urgently once Dylan’s scent changed, clearly showing how slick he was.

“You – smell so good,” Jun said, like he was in an immense amount of pain. “Fuck, hurts.”

“What hurts? It’s not enough?” Dylan asked.

Though he’d been with alphas, those relationships - if they could be called that - had never really gotten serious enough for Dylan to spend a rut with one. Some alphas got more territorial and quick to anger; some of his prior hookups had maybe been close to one, but never this close. Dylan knew enough about it just from general life experience and having friends, but didn’t remember anything about it particularly being painful.

However, if it was anything like a heat, some people really did feel pain, like cramping or fevers, until they had a knot. Though Dylan didn’t know what the alpha version of that would be. Dylan himself was pretty lucky, and usually only had mild symptoms. Jun seemed to have quite intense ruts, from how clearly horny he’d been for days in advance, so maybe a hand really wasn’t enough.

“No, it’s not that,” Jun breathed. “My teeth.”

He really did look to be in enough pain that Dylan felt the urge to reach out again to comfort him, at least. Though that might be a bit much, so he didn’t. “Your…teeth?”

“You smell so…fuck,” Jun grit out, his hips stuttering into his hand. “Having you here, smelling like me, it just makes me want to…”

Jun seemed too overwhelmed to explain, as he seemed closer to the edge every second. Even with the pain, his hand didn’t slow its pace, like he couldn’t stop. It was distracting enough that Dylan almost forgot the conversation entirely, looking at the head of Jun’s dick disappearing again and again into his fist, and he felt a pang in his belly once he realized just how badly he wanted it inside of him.

A whine from Jun brought him back, and Dylan asked, from context clues in Jun’s breathless explanation, “It makes you want to bite me?”

“Yes, fuck, no, I mean, yes, but,” Jun said, or tried to. “I wouldn’t do that. It just – hurts, that’s all.”

“What would help?” Dylan asked, out of genuine curiosity, and even more, a genuine intent to help Jun, if he could.

Jun’s wide eyes looked up at him, his face flushed. “Don’t know.”

Dylan shrugged off his hoodie, and realized too late he wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. If he had been trying to help Jun, that was probably the wrong thing to do with the way he choked, mouth dropping open.

“Take this,” Dylan said, and threw it at Jun.

With his free hand, Jun grabbed the hoodie and shoved his face into it, a low, satisfied sound of pleasure rumbled through his chest. His body relaxed, and his head fell against the pillow, taking the hoodie with him. Jun’s scent bloomed around them, hitting Dylan with a surprising intensity, how he could almost feel how content Jun was from being surrounded by Dylan’s scent. Jun’s knot swelled at the base of his dick, like he had needed Dylan’s scent all along to finish.

It was too much, the picture of Jun getting off to his scent, seeing how it made even more precome flow from the head of his dick, and Jun’s big hand around it, yet still somehow barely managing to enclose all the way. Lust hit Dylan with a dizzying force, and it was almost painful just how hard he was, so wet but still so empty.

Without thinking, he shoved a hand into his own pants, and pushed two fingers inside of himself, just to stave off the empty feeling from watching Jun. As he did, more slick dripped around his fingers, and he couldn’t help but pump them once, and then again, when it felt too good to stop.

To Dylan’s embarrassment, Jun must’ve noticed, either by scent or Dylan had accidentally made a noise without realizing it. As his eyes flickered down to Dylan’s hand, his scent exploded again, making Dylan moan despite himself. Almost immediately, Jun came onto his own stomach and shirt, breathing out a curse. He watched Dylan so intently it made Dylan shiver, and it seemed like Jun kept coming forever, there was so much of it.

It was more than he’d ever really seen, even from other alphas; maybe it was due to Jun’s rut, but either way his instincts told him it was a waste, and he accidentally let out a small sound of discontent. The sound alone made Jun snap to attention, as he had been panting from the aftershocks of his own release. He wiped his hand on his shirt, and then threw it off entirely, and looked at Dylan with a concerned expression.

“Sit on my face,” Jun said.

“What –” Dylan said, shocked. He removed his hand from his pants, and Jun watched every move with interest, which made Dylan blush. Dylan never really blushed, but he’d never really been in this situation before, either.

“I would literally kill a man to taste you right now,” Jun said, simply.

“I’ve never…” Dylan trailed off.

Growing up, Dylan had been shy, but he’d long since grown out of that phase. This, however, made him feel like he hadn’t. Mostly because he’d really never done what Jun asked before. Most people he’d been with - or alphas, at least - had been too busy trying to just fuck to think about something like that, and Dylan never particularly got close enough to any of them to even consider it.

Also, wouldn't it just be uncomfortable for Jun? Even if naturally alphas were predisposed to enjoying the scent and taste of an omega, that was a bit much, right? Though, the fact that as an alpha Jun was completely fine with letting Dylan in a position of control over him was pretty enticing, and the idea of it made him grow even wetter.

“Whatever you’re thinking, don’t worry about it,” Jun said as he settled into the bed, positioning a pillow underneath his head so that he could lay comfortably. Then he patted his chest. “I’ve fantasized about this for weeks now. If I die, I die.”

“You’re insane,” Dylan said. More like, Jun was rewriting everything Dylan had known about alphas, and he almost didn’t want to believe it. It was better just to think he was insane.

“So the guy who barged in my room and asked me to jerk off is preaching to me now?” Jun asked incredulously. “Come sit on my face, please.”

Dylan couldn’t find a reason to say no. Mostly because he just didn’t want to, as he was embarrassingly turned on and really wanted to get off, and Jun seemed earnest in his desire to fix all those things. “Well. Okay.”

The entire time Dylan spent taking off his pants, Jun didn’t seem to look away once. Something about it made Dylan feel shy again, and he found it hard to look back at him. That became impossible once he was undressed and had to throw his leg over Jun’s chest. For a second, he hesitated there, even as he felt slick dripping down his inner thighs with how badly he wanted it.

“Don’t be shy, babe. It’s unlike you,” Jun said. “Can I touch?”

“Yes,” Dylan said immediately. Then he said, “I’m not shy. Shut the fuck up.”

“I’d love to. Like, literally, make me,” Jun said, pulling Dylan closer by the hips, so that he was actually above Jun’s face. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

If only to actually shut him up so he couldn’t embarrass Dylan anymore, he tentatively lowered himself so that he was resting most of his weight on Jun’s face. Though he acted annoyed by Jun, Dylan didn’t actually want to hurt him, and held some of his weight himself with his thighs. Just that made heat flash in his stomach already, and Jun immediately moaned into him at the taste, or the scent, or both. Jun’s tongue ran along his soaking entrance, just enough to tease, making Dylan ache for more.

Like he knew how Dylan felt, both his worries and that he needed more, Jun’s hands came up to hold him by the thighs. Firmly, he pulled Dylan to rest his entire weight down, locking him against Jun’s face. The force was so powerful that Dylan had to catch himself with a hand on the headboard, almost falling forward, his thighs around Jun’s head instinctively spread even further open. Dylan found that once he tried an experimental roll of his hips, Jun’s tongue was flat for Dylan to press against, and felt so good that Dylan quickly forgot to be embarrassed at all.

From there, it became impossible to stop himself from grinding against Jun’s face and tongue; he couldn’t even find it in himself to be embarrassed about how wet he was, and how he’d managed to completely coat Jun’s face and his own thighs. If anything, it only made the slide easier, as he chased the growing heat in his belly.

Dylan’s dick strained upright against his stomach, dripping with precome, and he took it into his hand to stroke it in rhythm with his hips. Every time Jun’s tongue pressed teasingly into his entrance Dylan gasped, and his mind blanked out as he tried to make it happen again and again. The sounds Jun didn’t hold back made Dylan grow even wetter with how much he seemed to be enjoying it, his hands still held Dylan in place like he had no place he’d rather be.

Jun only let go of Dylan’s thighs to readjust the angle, so that he could work the tip of his tongue deeper inside, and Dylan’s thighs shook as he tried to chase the feeling. He grabbed Jun’s hair as if he needed to keep him in place, although that was completely unnecessary with the way Jun’s hands had similarly moved to Dylan’s waist to assist him, pressing Dylan against his face.

Either way, Dylan felt even more slick rush out of him, so close as he pushed himself down against Jun’s face uncontrollably. Jun lifted Dylan just slightly by the hips again, and finally pushed his tongue firmly inside Dylan’s entrance, letting Dylan fuck himself on his tongue.

It took only seconds before Dylan knew he would come, and he stuttered out, “Fuck, I’m so fucking close.”

Jun moaned, and pulled Dylan into him so that he had no choice but to come from Jun’s mouth, his dick twitching in his own hand. As waves of pleasure rocked through him, he felt more slick gush out around Jun’s tongue, but couldn’t be ashamed since Jun only groaned into him again at the taste.

Soon, the stimulation of Jun still attentively buried between his thighs, like he was trying to clean Dylan up from how messy and wet he’d gotten, became too much. As Jun had what seemed like an iron grip around his thighs, Dylan pulled him back by his hair, making Jun whine. Whether it was at the loss or because his hair was pulled too hard, Dylan didn’t know, still coming down.

Only then did Dylan see how wet Jun’s face was, and had another realization: they hadn’t even kissed yet. Looking at Jun, who looked like he’d just had the time of his life, a satisfied expression on his face as he looked up at Dylan, he thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if they did.

“So? What’s my score?” Jun asked, arrogantly.

“Shut up,” Dylan said, still catching his breath. He moved to lay on his back beside Jun, feeling entirely too sated to do much of anything now.

“I mean…if you insist, I could do it again,” Jun smirked. “I actually thought you were going to break my nose at the end.”

“Maybe I should’ve,” Dylan said dismissively, fighting back a yawn.

“You act like I’d be opposed,” Jun shrugged, and poked Dylan’s temple. “In fact, I miss it already. My compliments to the chef.”

“God, you’re annoying,” Dylan said, but it was more lighthearted than he’d thought it would be.

He looked over at Jun, who seemed a lot more clear-headed now. That probably had something to do with the fact that it looked like he, somehow, had managed to come again during that. And once again, Dylan was shocked by how much it was.

“Do you always come so much?” Dylan asked bluntly.

“What?” Jun asked, then looked down at his stomach like he hadn’t realized. He used his own shirt to clean up with, then threw it to Dylan, who made a disgusted face but still wiped his own hand and stomach with it. “Well, I mean, it’s usually more when I’m in rut. Or about to be.”

“Makes sense, I guess,” Dylan said, searching through his discarded clothes to pull his underwear back on. “Considering it’s basically your biological urge to breed.”

“Oh fuck, don’t say that,” Jun groaned, running a hand over his face.

“Sorry,” Dylan smirked.

Jun threw him a disbelieving look, one that said yeah, right.

“You’re so pretty when you lie,” Jun mused. Then he asked, “Wanna watch a movie? You can shower first if you want.”

“Usually the movie part comes before the sex part, you know,” Dylan pointed out.

“You seduced me!” Jun said, offended. “I had nothing but wholesome plans when you said you were coming over.”

“No, you didn’t,” Dylan said.

“Yeah, no, I didn’t,” Jun admitted. “I’ll give you some clothes to change into.”

“Gimme my hoodie back,” Dylan said.

“Fuck no,” Jun said, haphazardly pulling his pants on, without bothering to get up. When Dylan didn’t say anything, he sighed and looked over at him. “Don’t even argue. I need it.”

“Pathetic alpha,” Dylan rolled his eyes, but didn’t ask for it again.

The fact that Jun let him take a shower by himself without pressuring him to join almost surprised Dylan, based on the people he’d been with before. Maybe Jun was right and Dylan did have bad taste in previous hook-ups, but he’d never admit that, now.

When he was done and changed into Jun’s clothes, Dylan fought with the part of himself that felt extremely pleased from smelling like Jun, after using his products and wearing his clothes. Especially since he’d just called Jun pathetic for much of the same.

The bigger, more sane part of him was still desperately trying to play it cool. Chill. This was just a hook-up with a guy he met on the internet at the end of the day, no matter how good he smelled. Or how kind he was. Or how different he was, and how he seemed to actually understand Dylan’s sense of humor, and…

Fuck, get it together, Dylan thought, stepping out of the bathroom.

When he returned to Jun’s room, Jun was lying in bed on his phone, still shirtless and his jeans unbuttoned around his waist. The sight made Dylan’s mouth water, and he had to tell himself to calm down again. Jun’s head raised when he heard Dylan come in, and his eyes ran over Dylan’s body like he, too, was having an issue keeping it together. Even though that made no sense, because he was basically wearing ill-fitting too big borrowed pajamas.

Throwing his phone aside, Jun wordlessly walked over to where Dylan was standing and knelt down to pick him up, making Dylan yelp and wrap his legs around Jun’s waist.

“What the fuck?” Dylan screeched.

Jun gracelessly threw Dylan on the bed, and crawled over him, his expression making Dylan swallow heavily. It was like a predator stalking its prey, completely transfixed.

Just for Jun to whine and nuzzle into Dylan’s neck, breathing deeply. “So cute.”

“What the fuck…” Dylan said again, but his scent mixing with Jun’s made butterflies swirl in his belly, and he turned his face away to allow Jun to scent him properly.

The pleased sound Jun made was audible, but the rumbling vibrations Dylan could feel against his own chest. Jun just happily buried his face in Dylan’s neck, in his own world.

Only when Dylan’s hand came to rest at the back of Jun’s head did he snap out of it, and he pulled back sharply. “I’m sorry, that was such a – I should’ve asked first. I just…you’re wearing my clothes. And you smell like me. Fuck, sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Dylan said, grabbing Jun by his upper arms and shaking him slightly, like that would snap some sense into him. “I already told you earlier that you could.”

“Yeah, but…” Jun looked conflicted.

Dylan used his grip on Jun’s biceps to roll them over, and sat himself on Jun’s lap. The mix of confusion and lust on Jun’s face would’ve made Dylan laugh if he didn’t love it so much. “Your turn.”

Promptly, Dylan leaned down and did the same to Jun, rubbing his face into his neck. Jun made his happy sound again, and pulled Dylan to lie his entire weight on top of him. Dylan felt elated from scenting Jun, knowing that if he were to go anywhere, anyone would be able to smell Dylan on him. For days, they’d be able to tell Jun had been with him. With that thought, Dylan playfully bit Jun’s ear, and felt Jun’s breath catch as he did.

Before he knew it, Dylan was being flipped over this time, and he was pinned to the bed by Jun holding his arms above his head. It should’ve been shocking that it drew absolutely no fear response, but it wasn’t. It only made Dylan grin up at Jun in a challenge.

At first, Jun wore a similar expression, but it seemed to melt into something else as they stared at each other. Something conflicted, but honest in its sincerity, too. Jun’s eyes flickered from Dylan’s eyes, down to his lips, and back up again.

Like he had to gather the courage, Jun took a breath in, and opened his mouth to speak.

Dylan beat him to it. What he’d meant to sound mocking came out softer than he’d intended. “Why bother? You know the answer.”

“I’m trying to be a fucking gentleman –”

Tugging Jun forward by his shirt, Dylan abruptly cut him off, pulling him into a kiss. For a moment, their lips just pressed together quite unspectacularly, until Jun’s brain caught up and he fell into it, slotting their lips together properly. Dylan sighed at the taste of him, and the kiss deepened until Dylan was pulling Jun even closer, trying to lick into Jun’s mouth. When Jun let him in, what started with intentions to keep it brief quickly devolved into Dylan panting in between kisses, his body naturally arching up to feel Jun against him.

Similarly, Jun pushed his thigh between Dylan’s legs, and Dylan took the opportunity to grind against it, holding onto Jun’s upper arms for leverage. Dylan spared no thought about how he quickly was growing wet once he lost himself chasing that friction, and the kiss became more tongue than anything else. The more the heat in Dylan’s belly grew, the closer he got, and the more he couldn’t control the noises that came out of him. He ached for more, but didn’t want to stop, either.

Jun made the decision for him, pulling back. “Want me to eat you out again?”

Dylan whined, still trying to chase his release against Jun’s thigh. “Can’t you just fuck me?”

From beneath Jun, Dylan heard his groan, and saw the way something dark washed over his face as he looked down to Dylan’s incessant grinding against him, and back up to Dylan’s eyes.

His hand came up to hold Dylan’s cheek, and he looked positively torn. “Fuck, this isn’t fair.”

“Do something, then,” Dylan demanded. “Useless alpha.”

Without hesitation, Jun’s hand traveled underneath Dylan’s waistband, and slid two fingers deep inside him, making Dylan gasp in response. Dylan could feel the way he dripped down Jun’s fingers, only made worse once Jun slowly started to move them, pumping in and out. Dylan’s walls clenched around them each time, trying to pull them deeper inside.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Jun whispered, like he was gutted, then looked up at Dylan. Softly, he asked, “Is that better?”

“It’ll do,” Dylan said, aiming for snarky but failing, grabbing at Jun’s arm. “Better if you’d just fuck me.”

“Fuck,” Jun muttered.

Dylan felt his fingers pull out, and huffed, but Jun resolutely pulled Dylan’s pants down in a hurry. Once they were out of the way, he pushed Dylan’s thighs up and open. As soon as he could, he fitted himself between them, and buried his face between Dylan’s legs again.

“Oh fuck,” Dylan cried, his legs falling further open.

Jun hooked his arms around Dylan’s thighs and pulled him closer, seemingly just as eager as before. His tongue dipping into Dylan’s entrance made him reach down and pull Jun’s head closer, but Jun didn’t complain. Instead, he moved to take Dylan’s dick into his mouth, and pushed two fingers back inside him.

The feeling of Jun’s mouth around his cock and fingers fucking into him had him shaking and coming mortifyingly fast. Jun moaned around him as Dylan held Jun’s head in place, riding out his orgasm, even more slick dripping down Jun’s fingers. Dylan let go of Jun’s head, and collapsed boneless onto the bed, panting.

Soon, he felt Jun move to join him before he saw him, offering his fingers to Dylan with a smirk. “Want a taste?”

Dylan snarled. “Fuck off, freak.”

Jun shrugged and pushed them into his own mouth, cleaning them thoroughly. When he was done, he looked at Dylan with a satisfied look. “I was hoping you’d say no. More for me.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Dylan asked, and reached up to pull Jun into a kiss, anyway.

The taste of himself on Jun’s tongue did something irreversible to Dylan’s psychology, but he tried not to think about it too hard. Jun pulled back to collapse onto the bed beside Dylan, looking over at him as Dylan pulled his pants back on.

“Don’t get a big head over this, or I’ll kill you,” Dylan started, once he was laying down again.

“Hmm,” Jun said. “I’ll try. What is it?”

“How are you so good at that?” Dylan asked. “It’s almost fucking annoyingly good.”

“Lots of practice?” Jun said, unsure. “Wanna be my test subject? Just move in. I’ll gladly do it every day.”

Ignoring his dumb comments, Dylan said, “I don’t get it. I came here to help you. But you won’t fuck me, and you just keep getting me off. Aren’t you the one who is supposed to go into rut soon?”

Jun stretched and folded his arms behind his head. “Well, I live to serve.”

When Dylan just stared at him, he sighed.

“First of all, I like pleasing my partners. Isn’t that what being an alpha is all about? I like to provide. Sue me?”

Dylan continued to study him. “Okay,” he said slowly, somewhat disbelieving.

“Seriously, it makes me feel good. Like, it makes me feel like a good alpha. I don’t know, but you are helping me. It settles my instincts,” Jun said, quite convincingly. “Second, I don’t want the first time I fuck you to be during my rut when I’m just a big fucking idiot.”

“Why?” Dylan asked. “Isn’t the entire point of a rut to fuck?”

“Because I like you?” Jun said, slowly, like it was obvious and Dylan was incredibly stupid.

“You’re fucking hopelessly pathetic,” Dylan said, but couldn’t hold back his smile.

“It’s obvious you have terrible taste in alphas. I don’t want to be like them. I want to actually fuck you like, properly,” Jun said.

“How romantic,” Dylan rolled his eyes. “The alpha prince saving poor omegas from the curse of bad sex.”

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” Jun said. “You literally ruin everything. I like you so much.”

“Fine,” Dylan said, and decided to match Jun’s honesty. “The thing is, I kind of like you, too.”

“Great, ‘kind of’ is good enough for me,” Jun said, laying back contentedly, his eyes closing. “So, it’s settled.”

“No, it’s not,” Dylan said, and flicked Jun’s forehead, making his eyes open again.

“Do we have to argue about every little thing?” Jun asked, exasperated.

Dylan ignored him. “I’m not letting you go through your rut alone.”

“But –” Jun protested.

Dylan turned to lay with his hands folded beneath his cheek, and threw a leg around one of Jun’s. “I’ll make you a deal. Fuck me during your rut, and I’ll let you take me on a date afterward.”

“Isn’t that just me benefitting twice?” Jun asked, incredulous, but he pulled Dylan against him with an arm around his waist.

Dylan cupped Jun’s chin in his palm and squeezed his cheeks with his fingers. He was so malleable and just let Dylan do whatever, which only made him squeeze harder.

“You’re making me beg for you to fuck me and for you to take me on a date? Do you even like me? Should I just leave?” Dylan asked, moving his hand to pull at Jun’s hair instead.

At the dramatics, Jun’s mouth fell open. “Please marry me.”

“I’m not going to ask again. Take it or leave it,” Dylan said, and the harsh tone didn’t match the smile on his face.

“Okay! Okay, deal.” Jun said quickly, pulling Dylan in closer. Then he slotted his face in Dylan’s neck, and mumbled, “Don’t leave.”

Dylan took the opportunity to do the same, because it felt like he could spend his whole day just scenting Jun. Their scents mingled until it was nearly impossible to tell them apart, and it filled him with a confusing mix of lust and infatuation. Half of it was probably just the pheromones of being around an alpha in rut. Or maybe not.

After all, if it were any alpha but Jun, it probably wouldn’t be anything like this. The thought made Dylan pull Jun into a kiss, just because he wanted to.

Truthfully, Dylan really liked kissing Jun, and Jun seemed to like it, too, so they just made out for a while, until Dylan realized Jun hadn’t showered and they hadn’t watched a movie, either.

Pushing Jun back by his chest, Dylan said, “Go shower. I need to go get my stuff from home so I can stay with you.”

Jun whined and tried to snuggle back up to Dylan, but Dylan refused to let him. When he gave up, he said, “I’ll take you.”

“Can you drive like this?” Dylan asked, unbelieving.

“What? I’m horny, not fucking incapable,” Jun scoffed, getting out of bed to shower. He stopped by the doorway, and turned back around to look at Dylan. “Don’t rob me.”

“I’ll try,” Dylan said lazily.

“Don’t leave,” Jun said. “If you have to pick between them, just rob me.”

Dylan just stared at him. Jun still didn’t leave. Eventually, Dylan gave up. “I think you might be the most annoying person I’ve ever met.”

Jun laughed and finally started to walk to the bathroom. Without turning back, he called, “When I get back, let me know what size ring you wear.”

When Dylan came here, he had been nervous about so many things. Meeting someone for the first time was already scary, but someone from the internet? Even worse, an alpha? One that he’d argued with?

The only thing scary about Jun now was how much Dylan really didn’t want to leave. It was almost too easy, and they got along too well to be true. For someone with a personality like Dylan’s, it was hard enough to find someone who understood him.

Especially since he was an omega. He had a particular way of speaking and showing love, and was sarcastic by nature. Even now, he only really had two close friends who seemed to understand him. From just half a day, it seemed like Jun understood it all, and it was…scary.

It was nice.

With that train of thought, Dylan really did fantasize about engagement rings. A phone ringing brought him back into reality. He had no idea how much time had passed since he got into Jun’s apartment, with how comfortable he found it, and how much…fun he’d had, just talking to him. His stomach dropped when he realized he hadn’t checked in with Pepper or Nano once.

Scrambling out of bed, Dylan tore apart the room until he found his phone, halfway underneath Jun’s bed. Pepper’s name flashed on the screen, but the time shocked him. He’d been here for fucking hours, and they must be worried sick.

Answering the call, Dylan felt incredibly guilty for not checking in. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“So you’re alive?” Pepper said, clearly disappointed. “What the fuck, Dylan?”

“Um,” Dylan was taken aback. “Did you just use a bad word?”

“Yes!” Pepper said.

In the background, Dylan heard Nano’s voice. “We thought you were serial-killed!”

“We’re outside. Come down. Now,” Pepper demanded.

“I’m fucking –” Dylan sighed. “I’m a fucking adult, Pepper.”

“Now,” Pepper repeated.

“Fuck, fine!” Dylan said, hanging up.

As soon as he did, Jun walked into the room, shirtless and in a fresh pair of pajama pants, water dripping down his chest. For a few seconds that felt like forever, Dylan forgot about everything else.

“Fuck,” Dylan said again, pressing his palms into his eyes. “I need you to get dressed. Now.”

Dylan heard a drawer open and shut, then Jun’s voice. “I was planning on it? What’s the hurry? Am I too handsome?”

“I have great news. You wanna get married?” Dylan asked, turning to look at him.

Jun was pulling his shirt over his head, and answered with a distracted, “Of course, babe.”

“Then it’s time to meet the family,” Dylan announced.

“What?” Jun yelped. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“My friends are downstairs,” Dylan said, sighing. “They thought you serial killed me.”

“What the fuck – nevermind.” Jun said, pulling on his socks. “I mean, I don’t mind meeting them, but why? I don’t understand how your brain works sometimes.”

“That’s because I have a brain,” Dylan said, collecting his stuff. Which really wasn’t much, considering his clothes would need to be washed, and Jun was keeping his hoodie. That meant Dylan might as well just leave everything else at this point, lest he walk out with just a pair of pants during his already embarrassing walk of shame.

Dylan walked past Jun and stepped into his shoes by the front door. Jun followed and did the same, and halfway to the elevator Dylan spun around to look at him. Carefully, he arranged Jun’s shirt to look somewhat presentable and ran his hand through Jun’s wet hair, sighing. Maybe it was a good thing that Jun’s pajama pants had little cartoon koalas on them. It was certainly non-threatening.

“It’ll have to do,” Dylan said.

Jun just looked at him in confusion. The expression alone was cute enough, but the fact that Jun just let him do whatever and followed him without question made Dylan press a kiss to his cheek. Jun’s eyes widened, but Dylan just turned to continue to the elevator, smiling once his back was turned.

Eventually, they made it down to the front of the complex, and Dylan saw Pepper’s car idling out front. Dylan grabbed Jun’s hand and dragged him along like a puppy. Jun protested but let himself be dragged, until they were standing outside the passenger door.

The window rolled down, revealing an unimpressed looking Pepper, and Nano’s curious face.

“He’s cute,” Nano said, appraisingly.

Dylan pulled Jun by the wrist to stand behind him, shielding him from Nano’s sight. Nano just snickered, and Pepper cleared his throat.

“Are you joking? You’re not wearing a single article of clothing that I dropped you off in,” Pepper blanched.

“And you smell like…” Nano hid his laugh behind his hand.

“Whatever you’re implying, we did worse,” Dylan said.

“Why is he with you?” Pepper asked, exasperated.

“Found him on the side of the road,” Dylan said. “I’ll probably keep him.”

“Can you get in the car?” Pepper said, like he was running out of patience.

“But dad, I love him,” Dylan said monotonously.

“Get in the car, Dylan,” Pepper said.

“Um, hi,” Jun said, coming to stand beside Dylan. He gave a little wave. “I’m Jun.”

It was so cute that Dylan had to clench his fist to resist the urge to grab him and squeeze. Pepper just stared at him. No one spoke.

Finally, Pepper’s expression softened just a little. “I suppose he seems like a polite young man.”

“He’s older than you, and I’m still training him on the polite part,” Dylan said. He ignored Jun’s offended “hey!” and just looked at Pepper. “So? Are you happy now?”

Sighing, Pepper seemed to consider it. “I was just worried about you.”

“I know,” Dylan said, and pinched Nano’s cheek. “Thanks, guys. But I’m fine, really. Look at him. Do you really think he could hurt me? I could easily kick his ass.”

“Hey!” Jun protested again, then scratched his head when Dylan turned to look at him. “I mean, if you want to, that’s fine.”

“See?” Dylan said.

Pepper sighed one more time. From dealing with Dylan, he’d probably sighed a thousand times. “Fine. I allow it.”

“He allows it,” Dylan said, looking at Jun. “Get in the car.”

Without waiting for an answer, Dylan climbed in the backseat and made way for Jun to follow.

“What?” Jun asked, but followed Dylan into the backseat and shut the door.

“Can you take me home? I need to get my stuff,” Dylan said to Pepper.

“Does he really need to come with you?” Pepper asked.

“He has separation anxiety,” Dylan said, patting Jun’s head to quiet his protests.

“You are so…” Pepper shook his head, but started to drive home. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Road trip!” Nano announced, then turned around in his seat to look at Dylan and Jun. “Consider taking a shower before going in public next time.”

“We just did,” Dylan shrugged.

“That’s unfortunate,” Pepper said. “You guys reek.”

“It’s not that bad,” Nano said, then sighed dramatically. “It just smells like puppy love.”

“Is this…normal?” Jun seemed to ask everyone and no one.

“No,” Nano said, at the same time Pepper said, “Yes.”

“It’s not normal that he keeps them,” Nano pointed out.

“That’s true,” Pepper acquiesced.

Jun poked Dylan’s thigh and once he had his attention, pointed to his phone. Dylan rolled his eyes and saw his own phone light up with a message.

Jun:

?????????

Dylan:

?

What?

Jun:

WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT

Dylan:

You’re approved.

Jun:

WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN

Dylan:

It means I am going home to get my stuff.

Then we’ll go back to your apartment.

Then we’re going to fuck until your rut’s over.

Then I’ll probably bite your head off.

I haven’t decided that part yet.

Jun:

please don't make me get hard right now

i’m trying to make a good impression

like a black widow?

Dylan:

Praying mantis.

Idiot.

Jun:

you’re so sexy i’m about to pass out

Dylan laughed at the way Jun’s scent changed as they texted. Pepper threw Dylan an offended look in the rear-view mirror, and Dylan just shrugged.

“Can I roll down the window?” Jun asked, his voice shaking. “It’s really hot in here.”

Dylan reached over to roll his window down for him, and then grabbed Jun’s hand to intertwine their fingers.

When they got to Dylan and Nano’s apartment, Dylan wanted to take in the fact that Jun was in his space, but was short on time to do so with Pepper’s watchful eye and foot-tapping as he waited on Dylan to pack up. Maybe he hadn’t thought it through that Pepper would have to drop them off again, but it was fine. The sooner they got back to Jun’s apartment, the better.

In the end, he had two bags stuffed full of things to bring to Jun’s apartment, plus his backpack. First, he needed clothes and essentials, not knowing how long the rut would last, but he also just didn’t know exactly what to bring to nest with. In the end, and with some guidance from Nano, he ended up just bringing mostly everything.

The ride back to Jun’s apartment was mostly filled with music and quiet conversation, as Pepper had given up trying to control Dylan’s decisions, and Nano had gotten sleepy.

Jun carried his bags for him, and set them down in the living room. “Are you hungry?”

Shrugging, Dylan sat on the couch and started going through his things. “I could eat.”

“I would love to cook for you,” Jun said, coming over to sit next to Dylan. “But it’s already late and I’d feel bad making you wait anymore. I’m sorry, I lost track of time earlier.”

Dylan snorted. “I’m perfectly capable of telling you when I’m hungry. It’s fine.”

Jun didn’t look convinced. They ended up ordering food to be delivered, anyway.

As they waited for it to arrive, Jun wrapped himself around Dylan. “Thank you for staying with me.”

“Don’t get all sentimental on me now,” Dylan said, but it was softer than he intended.

“I’m serious,” Jun said.

“I know,” Dylan said, turning in Jun’s arms to look at him. “You don’t have to thank me. I want to.”

“You say that, but…” Jun sighed. “If you think I’m annoying now, it’ll only get worse from here.”

Jun’s phone buzzed, and he looked at the screen, then got up and went to the door. He returned with their food, looking very proud of himself. As they ate, Jun insisted on feeding Dylan his food, too busy watching Dylan eat to do the same.

Eventually, Dylan was too full to accept anymore. “You need to eat, too.”

Pouting, Jun reluctantly ate his own dinner. Only when Dylan put spoonfuls on Jun’s plate for him did he perk up.

“You’re…” Cute, Dylan thought. “Pathetic.”

Jun just shrugged and happily finished his meal as Dylan fed him. After, Dylan had to force Jun to let him help clean up, and then the only thing left to do was sleep. If Dylan wanted to be responsible, at least.

Unfortunately, he didn’t feel tired at all. “What are your ruts like?”

Jun seemed to think about the question. “Well, I’m still me. I just…”

“Just?” Dylan urged.

“The worst part about it is that, my biggest instinct other than just basic providing, is to…”

“To?”

“To…” Jun sighed. “Let’s just say this. Everything in me is screaming that I need to keep you here with me forever. And my instincts think the best solution to that is to knock you up. Personally, I know that’s a terrible idea.”

“Because we’re too young?” Dylan joked.

“No,” Jun shook his head and smiled. “Because you’re fucking crazy.”

“Well, I’m on birth control, so you don’t have to worry about that,” Dylan shrugged.

“That’s good,” Jun said, relieved. “What about condoms?”

“I get tested every post-heat physical,” Dylan said.

“Same here,” Jun said. “Then let’s sleep soon. If there’s anything you need now, let me know. I doubt I’ll make it through the night with you here.”

“I need something,” Dylan said and smirked when Jun looked over at him. He put his hands in the air. “I need to be carried.”

Shaking his head, Jun did pick him up, but stopped in front of his door.

“Nest?” Jun asked, sweetly.

Dylan’s heart pulled. He couldn’t help but nose at Jun’s cheek. “Okay.”

Jun carried him into his den, and gently deposited Dylan in the middle of the bed. “I’ll go get your stuff.”

Soon, Jun made it back with all of Dylan’s bags, and set them on the bed. Wordlessly, Dylan rummaged through them and pulled things out at random. He’d brought blankets, his own clothes, even a pillow from home. Truthfully, he had no idea what he was doing, and just arranged things until they felt somewhat alright. Except it didn’t really feel right, especially with Jun just standing there watching with interest.

“Give me your shirt,” Dylan demanded, holding his hand out.

Without a fuss, Jun pulled his shirt over his head and handed it over. When that still didn’t feel right, Dylan got up and went to Jun’s room, and Jun followed behind him like a silent shadow. Dylan gracelessly pulled Jun’s comforter from his bed, and dragged it back into the den, throwing it on the bed. Then he went and sat in the middle again, and rearranged everything one more time. When he finally looked up, Jun was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, with a huge, dumb, smitten smile on his face.

“Shut up,” Dylan said.

“I didn’t say anything,” Jun defended.

“Come here,” Dylan demanded.

When Jun got to the edge of the bed, Dylan leaned over and physically dragged him inside. Jun, too, became something he organized until it felt right, pushing him this way and that, and Jun still just said nothing and beamed up at him. Dylan finished by seating himself in Jun’s lap and rubbing his face into Jun’s neck, until he smelled like Dylan, almost completely. Even then, he just laid down on top of him and continued to nose at Jun’s neck, his cheek, and Jun’s arm came to hold around his waist.

Finally, it all felt right. And it was such a nice feeling of security and comfort that he couldn’t believe he’d never done it before. Though, he hadn’t had Jun’s den before. Or Jun. Now that they were inside it together, Dylan felt completely at ease.

“Baby, you’re purring,” Jun said. The low, soft rumble of Jun’s voice only comforted him more, until he registered the words and froze with embarrassment.

“I’m not – I don’t,” Dylan stuttered. “No, I’m not.”

Jun’s arm squeezed him even tighter, and Dylan relaxed against him again. “You’re so cute, it hurts. Like literally, I just want to eat you, and my teeth hurt.”

“Don’t you dare bite me,” Dylan said, but he broke his own rule by punctuating it with a nip below Jun’s ear.

“Hey, you have really sharp teeth, you know,” Jun protested. “Probably the sharpest I’ve ever seen on an omega.”

“Bring up other people you’ve been with one more time and I’ll show you how sharp they really are,” Dylan warned.

“I didn’t mean it like –” Jun sighed. “You’re right. I’ve never even met another omega before.”

“I knew that alphas had different teeth, but I didn’t know they hurt like yours do,” Dylan said, pondering. “Isn’t there anything you can do?”

“It’s not all the time. Just…during my rut,” Jun said. “Though, it just seems even worse with you.”

“Why?” Dylan said, his voice dropping. “Wanna mate me?”

Jun’s entire body tensed, and he choked out, “Ah, fuck, why? Why are you so mean?”

Dylan laughed. “Because I like you.”

“That’s what I hoped,” Jun admitted, smiling sleepily. “By the way, feel free to roam freely if I’m passed out. Anything you need, it’s yours, okay?”

Dylan hummed. “I’ll make sure you don’t die.”

“I’ll be fine, it’s you that I’m worried about. Just in case, there’s emergency essentials I keep in the closet here, and the nightstand, too,” Jun said. “In case I get too…”

“You’re so…” Attentive, Dylan thought. “Prepared.”

“I just might not want you to leave much. Having your nest in here, you in here, I can already tell I’ll probably beg you to stay, even if it’s just for a second,” Jun said. “Just tell me to fuck off if it gets too bad.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” Dylan poked Jun’s forehead. “My favorite thing about you is how pathetic you are.”

“Then you should probably stay with me forever,” Jun said.

“Has it started already?” Dylan asked.

“No, that’s just me,” Jun said, smiling.

Dylan felt compelled to kiss him, so he did. With no real purpose, other than just to taste him, slowly and deeply.

A realization made Dylan pull away. “Oh, I need to put in for a leave from classes.”

“Already did it earlier,” Jun said. “When I put mine in, I said you’d be taking off with me. So, you should get some sleep.”

As if to say thank you, Dylan pressed a kiss to Jun’s neck. Dylan asked against his ear, “What if I don’t want to?”

Jun shivered, but said, “Babe, I don’t want you to be tired tomorrow. I’ll probably be up all night once it hits.”

“Exactly. Why suffer alone? What’s the difference between now and in a few hours?” Dylan asked.

“A few more hours that I get to spend with you,” Jun said honestly.

“Jun, I’m not going anywhere.” Dylan said, sitting up to look down at him. Jun still didn’t look convinced. “Like, ever. I just decided.”

“You just decided that all on your own?” Jun laughed.

“Do you disagree?” Dylan asked, pulling at Jun’s cheek.

Jun grabbed his wrist and placed a kiss there. “No.”

“Then you don’t have to be miserable just for a couple more hours with me,” Dylan said, intertwining their fingers.

“You should still rest first,” Jun said. “I’ll be fine.”

“Really?” Dylan purposefully readjusted himself on Jun’s lap so that his ass brushed against Jun’s dick, which was hard in his pajama pants. Jun’s hand flew to Dylan’s hip, holding him in place. “Is that what you actually want?”

“Not really,” Jun said, breathless. “I don’t – I just don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You won’t,” Dylan said. “But if you’re so worried, how about we play just the tip?”

Jun let out a deep breath. “That’s a very dangerous game, baby.”

“If you survive, then we’ll go to bed like you want. If you don’t, then you’ll fuck me, also like you want,” Dylan slowly wriggled his hips down his clothed length, then back up again. “Either way, we both win.”

“You’re like if an angel was evil,” Jun said, reverently.

“There’s a word for—” Dylan laughed, but didn’t get very far before Jun was flipping them over.

Dylan let his arms fall above his head, and Jun grabbed one by the wrist and rubbed his cheek against it, then did the same to Dylan’s neck. Unsatisfied, Jun pushed Dylan’s shirt up to continue scenting him along his chest, nuzzling against Dylan’s belly.

It felt exhilarating to be so thoroughly scented, so much so that Dylan felt a bit dizzy with it. Though the act was not inherently sexual, his body knew what they had agreed upon, and he felt himself growing slick between the thighs. He pulled Jun up, trying to push at the waistband of his pants.

Jun helped him take them off, then let himself be pulled into a kiss by Dylan, as he assisted with Dylan kicking his own pants off. For someone who had been so hesitant, Jun kissed and undressed him with a hasty determination, and soon, they were completely naked and moving desperately against each other.

Dylan’s thighs had fallen open in anticipation, and as Jun rutted between them, his dick caught against Dylan’s rim. The sensation made them both gasp, and Jun shivered in Dylan’s hold, repeating the motion until he was breathing too heavily to keep kissing.

Jun reached down and guided himself to Dylan’s entrance, sliding his tip through the growing slick. “You’re always so fucking wet,” Jun breathed, staring down between them.

“Fucking – do it, I have to ask for everything, useless al–” Dylan complained, but he was promptly shut up once he felt the head of Jun’s dick pushing into him, just enough to make him gasp at the stretch.

“Oh, you’re so –” Jun’s voice ended with a groan. Reflexively, his hips jerked, pushing him just a little further inside.

Even if it was just the tip, it was a gratifying stretch, and Dylan’s thoughts raced with how good it must feel to have Jun fully inside. Especially since he was so…

“Big,” Dylan said, biting his lip.

Jun looked up at him in worry. “Fuck, sorry, is it too much? Is it okay?”

Like he needed to be sure he hadn’t hurt Dylan, Jun let his body come to rest above him, pushing his hair back and searching his face. That only made him push deeper inside with the new position, and they both had to hold their breath at the feeling.

At Jun’s worried look, Dylan exhaled, and pressed a kiss to Jun’s mouth, eliciting a shocked noise. “It’s good. I’m fine, I promise.”

As his shoulders released tension, Jun visibly relaxed, nosing along Dylan’s cheek. “Fuck, you feel so good, it’s not fair.”

“Hmm,” Dylan hummed. “You haven’t seen unfair yet.”

Seeing Jun’s struggle, Dylan smirked up at him. Jun shook his head, looking distraught. “Don’t look at me like that.”

Dylan put on his sweetest voice, and said, “Alpha, I’m so empty. Please, it hurts, I need you.”

Jun’s hips jerked, pushing his cock further inside. Dylan could feel a rumbling in Jun’s chest that sounded awfully similar to a purr of his own, and was hit with a wave of relaxation from Jun’s scent suddenly changing, an instinctual response meant to comfort.

“I’ll give you what you need, angel,” Jun said, his voice dropping. He ran his thumb across Dylan’s cheek, holding the side of his face, and looked down at him with an uncharacteristic intensity. “I can — I’ll fix it, make it better.”

As much as Dylan wanted to be smug at the reaction, it felt so good that any teasing remark was snatched away with his breath. He instinctively clenched around Jun at the stretch, wanting more than anything to pull him deeper inside. By this point, he must’ve taken at least half of Jun’s cock, and he felt himself growing wetter at every inch just to accommodate him.

As Dylan panted to catch his breath, Jun looked at him in concern again. He whined at Dylan’s expression, which he must’ve confused for pain, from being empty like Dylan had claimed. The baser instincts Jun had as an alpha seemed syrupy sweet in comparison to anyone Dylan had ever met before.

“Just a little more, alpha,” Dylan directed.

The first time had been an act just to tease Jun. It was also because Jun seemed to still have reservations about Dylan helping him with his rut, even if it would make it more painful for him, and Dylan needed him to submit to the idea of giving himself over fully. But Dylan couldn’t deny that he wanted it, too.

Jun whined again, and Dylan’s body shivered as Jun carefully guided himself further, but he was still holding back. His breath was uneven against Dylan’s cheek, and his arms trembled where his forearms held his weight around Dylan’s head.

Jun’s voice shook as he said, “I can’t—it’s too—don’t wanna hurt you.”

This time, it was Dylan’s turn to comfort Jun with his scent, which was something he had never really tried before. At least, not often, and never with a partner. But it must’ve worked, as Jun let out a deep breath and relaxed just slightly. “You’re not hurting me. You won’t. I trust you,” Dylan said.

At last, Jun fully relaxed, letting himself fall against Dylan’s body, and finally sunk completely inside. Slick rushed out of him, and he felt Jun give a shallow thrust inside, like he wanted to make sure he was buried as deep as he possibly could be. Just from Jun’s size, Dylan felt abundantly full, like there wasn’t a place inside him Jun wasn’t touching.

Jun nuzzled into Dylan’s neck, gently biting down along it, just enough for Dylan to feel the graze of his teeth.

“Cheater,” Jun mumbled.

Dylan ran his fingernails lightly up and down Jun’s back. “Am I? You didn’t want me to play fair, anyway.”

Before answering, Jun let out a breath against Dylan’s neck. “No,” he admitted.

Jun’s body trembled with the effort to keep from moving. Dylan still scratched down Jun’s back, trying to alleviate his apprehension. “You wanted to lose, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Jun breathed out.

Jun pulled out hardly at all, but it must’ve been enough to make some of his reservations go away, as Dylan heard him make a noise of defeat. Like he couldn’t help it, Jun repeated the motion, pulling out a little more each time. From how slow they’d taken it, Dylan was familiar with Jun’s size, but it still took his breath away, even just this. It mostly made him want more, knowing that he could handle it and how good it felt.

“Feels too good,” Jun said, with great effort. “You’re so wet, I can’t —”

“I won, didn’t I? This is what I wanted,” Dylan said, ready to kill this fear once and for all. “You’re not just denying yourself, you’re denying me. Is that what you want?”

“No, I would never — you’re just not fair, you’re so pretty,” Jun said, and with each statement, his hips finally pulled out entirely, snapping back inside as if to punctuate his point. “Feel so good, smell so good, I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks.”

With Jun finally moving, Dylan’s mouth fell open with a moan. Upon seeing Dylan’s reaction, Jun’s hesitation seemed to slip away, and his hips moved with force, stretching Dylan open again and again. Dylan gasped, reaching around Jun’s back to hold onto his shoulder, his nails digging in. It was exactly what Dylan wanted, and it was almost embarrassing how quickly he felt like he’d come just from Jun’s size, which pushed him open with a delicious pressure.

“Everything you dreamt it would be?” Dylan asked, Because for him, it certainly was, and he wanted to know if Jun felt it too.

“Yes,” Jun answered immediately. Then he shook his head. “No, it’s better. You’re fucking perfect.”

Each thrust inside took Dylan’s breath away, each word he spoke was punched out of him, which didn’t allow for his typical snarky tone. “Better than anyone else?” Dylan asked.

“There is no one else,” Jun said. He pulled back, to push Dylan’s thighs open and look down at him, desperate and earnest all at once. “Don’t want anyone else. Wanna be your alpha.”

“Fuck,” Dylan drawled, and found himself coming first, somehow before Jun, who was supposed to be the one in rut.

Dylan bit his lip hard, dizzy with the way Jun continued to push into him as he fell into his orgasm, and felt even more slick dripping down his thighs.

“Fuck, yes,” Jun said, breathless, and Dylan felt his hands run all over his body, making him shiver. “Please. You don’t have to be my omega. Just let me be your alpha.”

“That’s — I am an omega. I just…have a name,” Dylan said, once he came down.

It was unclear if such a sweet, albeit rambling and a little bit pathetic, proposal was typical of an alpha in rut or if Jun was just like that.

No, Dylan knew. Dylan had been with tons of alphas, and none of them were anything like this. So, it was a deal Dylan was willing to make.

Dylan felt warmth bloom in his chest. “That doesn’t mean I can’t be your omega. Okay, alpha?”

“I can’t fucking think when you call me that,” Jun said, and looked torn between being moved at Dylan’s words and giving into his instincts.

As Jun’s thrusts became more uncoordinated, Dylan didn’t get a chance to respond before he felt Jun coming inside of him. They both moaned at the feeling, Dylan’s own body going lax as Jun filled him with so much that it seemed to go on forever. Dylan realized what he’d wanted wasn’t just to be fucked, at least not anymore. It was this. Maybe it was the consequence of being near an alpha in rut, or maybe it was just Jun, but it felt so good that he just wanted more.

Jun’s voice brought Dylan back to attention, as his mind had been focused on every twitch of Jun’s dick inside of him. “Fuck, this is –”

Dylan looked down and saw Jun looking between them where they were connected, where he was still filling Dylan with come. His face showed a complicated expression, like he was in awe, but it was almost pained. Whatever it meant, as soon as he stopped coming, Jun hauled Dylan further onto his cock by his hips, pulling them flush together, and began fucking Dylan again with purpose.

When he looked up at Dylan finally, he looked almost apologetic, which didn’t match the way he pulled Dylan onto his dick again and again. “I’m sorry, I have to – I can’t, I have to give you more.”

Dylan let his body go slack, letting Jun’s hold on his hips bring him closer to the edge, faster than he’d even thought possible. There was no need to apologize, considering Dylan couldn’t think of anything he really wanted more than this right now.

It was because Jun was such a caring person that he’d even think anything like that, but that only made him more sure that this was what he wanted. With Jun, specifically. Either way, he tried calming Jun with his scent again, which made Jun’s expression relax.

“It’s okay,” Dylan fought to speak, his mind was hazy with how good Jun was making him feel. “I know you can’t help it, puppy.”

From the nickname, Dylan felt Jun twitch inside him, and his hands ran over Dylan’s body, his thighs, up to his hips. Jun’s attention was completely focused on the way Dylan’s body reacted with each touch, like he was enraptured. Being on the receiving end of such attention made goosebumps raise along his skin where Jun touched him, his back arched underneath his hands.

“So beautiful, taking me so well,” Jun spoke with something like admiration, and let his hand run over Dylan’s stomach. “Just keep taking it, please, gorgeous. Just a little more.”

Being looked at with such devotion made Dylan’s orgasm crash into him with sudden force. His eyes flew shut, he felt his breath grow ragged, a moan caught in his chest. As the waves ran through him, Jun’s hands went back to his hips to hold him in place, and Dylan just gave in to the immense pleasure of it all.

With a whine, Jun’s hands pushed Dylan’s thighs up and open beneath the knee, and watched with rapt attention as he started to come, filling Dylan up again. Dylan was still shocked by how gratifying having Jun come inside him was, and even if he’d just come himself, he felt heat coiling in his belly from it. The more he got, the more he wanted.

Before Dylan could catch his breath, Jun made a broken sound, and came to rest chest to chest with Dylan, nosing against his cheek. Like before, as soon as he was done, Jun started to snap his hips into Dylan like he hadn’t even come once yet.

“Just — just one more, I think, I’m sorry, it’s usually not this bad,” Jun rambled, similarly overwhelmed and still apologetic, which made Dylan’s heart squeeze. “I just, I have to make sure you’re full, I’m sorry, I –”

Even over Jun’s incessant apologies, the sound of their bodies connecting as Jun continued to fuck into him was obscenely wet and loud. What would’ve disgusted him with anyone else only pleased him when it was with Jun, even as he felt come dripping out of him from how much it was. That was only a reminder of what Jun was desperately and illogically trying to do in the first place, and it made him want it more.

Dylan hushed him, pulling Jun into his neck, hoping his scent relayed just how okay it was, and how much he wanted this, too. “I know, it’s okay. You’re just trying to be a good alpha, filling me up like I asked.”

“Oh, fuck –” Jun cried, his hips stuttering.

Dylan’s own body shuddered with each thrust, and he didn’t know what he wanted more: to come, or for Jun to. It all just felt so good that it blended together, and as he held onto Jun’s back, Dylan’s mouth watered with the urge to bite into Jun’s shoulder. Without permission, he didn’t, but instead let his teeth run across the pane of muscle there.

“Please,” Jun said quietly.

Dylan made sure it was far away from Jun’s scent gland, and wouldn’t have much of a lasting effect, if any — but he didn’t need to be told twice. His sharp teeth sank into Jun’s shoulder, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave an imprint. Dylan didn’t want to pull away, as his instincts urged him to bite harder, or again.

Jun moaned and his scent increased, wrapping around him, as if Dylan had really claimed him, after all. He let his teeth press harder, and felt Jun shake on top of him, coming inside of Dylan again. Dylan finally let his head fall back, his body clenching around Jun’s cock from how good it felt to be filled even further, almost uncomfortably so. When he looked at Jun’s shoulder, the mark on Jun’s skin made him glow with a sense of pride. Dylan hoped it would last for a while.

The tension in Dylan’s body grew each time Jun rocked his hips back into Dylan, deeply and more grinding than anything as he continued to come, like he was trying to keep it inside. From being filled, and from the fact that Jun let Dylan bite him, with no request for the reverse, the heat in Dylan’s belly intensified, until his dick twitched on his stomach and he came again, completely dry. At this point, Dylan had lost track of how many times he’d come, and his entire body trembled through it.

When he came to, Jun was whimpering into his neck, and Dylan pressed a kiss to the imprint in Jun’s shoulder. Jun’s body tensed, and his hips thrusted into Dylan again, so he could feel that Jun’s knot had finally started to form, pressing against his entrance each time.

“Fuck, finally,” Jun sighed, sounding exhausted. “Do you think — is it okay? I don’t think it’ll stop unless I…”

“I can take it,” Dylan assured him, even if the size of it did feel awfully intimidating.

He was determined; he wanted to help Jun, and truthfully, he just wanted to take his knot, too. Maybe the fever or pheromones from Jun’s rut had rubbed off on him, but either way he knew he wouldn’t be satisfied without it, either. As he felt it grow bigger, Dylan was hit by how badly he wanted it. Jun had given him so much, and filled him so well, it would be a shame to let it go to waste. Then, he thought, yeah, it’s definitely the fucking rut.

But it all seemed irrelevant as Jun pressed his forehead against Dylan’s, kissing him sweetly. He moaned into Dylan’s mouth every time his knot tried to push past Dylan’s rim, like he was so desperate for it that he wasn’t even aware he was doing it at all. And every time his knot didn’t push inside to stretch him full, Dylan wound up even more, until he was just as desperate.

“It’s okay,” Dylan found himself saying. “You can knot me, alpha. I want it.”

Though he hadn't thought Jun was capable of such a thing, Dylan heard what a growl from Jun sounded like for the first time. It was nothing like a growl from other alphas he’d met throughout his life, which might’ve instilled fear or irritation. This was only Jun being pleased at Dylan’s request, or his determination to give Dylan what he wanted, which was to do exactly what Jun had been trying to do this whole time: to breed him.

With a final thrust, Jun’s knot shoved in, stretching Dylan impossibly full. It locked them together as he came so deeply inside of Dylan that his body seized with his own orgasm, which was almost painful in its pleasure. Being filled past what should’ve been possible, with come and Jun’s knot, he only felt completely and utterly sated as Jun continued to pump more into him. Underneath Jun, his body jerked every time he felt more come spill into him, and Jun sat up to hold Dylan still, pulling his legs around his waist and holding his hips in place.

“You’re okay, angel. Just stay still, just a little longer,” Jun shushed him, and spoke in a comforting tone. Dylan tried to listen, and he breathed heavily in an effort to calm the tremors wracking through him. “Took so much for me. Just one more, okay?”

“Fuck –” Dylan choked, and felt Jun’s hand run over his belly. When Jun pressed down, his body shook again, as he was so full it was almost unbearable, but the pressure made him see stars. A knot was supposed to be the end of a wave, or at least that’s what Dylan had thought, and even now Jun still hadn’t finished coming yet from when he’d knotted Dylan. “Alpha, I’m — I’m full.”

“More,” Jun said, softly, pressing down again. “You can take it, baby. I know you can.”

Heat coiled in Dylan’s belly, and he thought he would come again if it was even possible. Maybe he did, and he just couldn’t tell anymore, with the way every touch lit him on fire, and his entire body was exhausted with pleasure. It felt so good, but was so overwhelming that Dylan hiccuped, unable to speak. Jun’s head snapped to look at him, and his eyebrows furrowed.

“What is it? You’re okay, angel, don’t cry,” Jun said, running his hand up and down Dylan’s belly comfortingly. “Safe, in our den. I won’t let anything happen to you, made it for you to be safe.”

Dylan sniffled, unable to even begin to explain to Jun’s slightly dumb but also very sweet alpha brain that he was crying because Jun was fucking the life out of him, not because he was particularly troubled. It made Dylan’s heart feel tight, how sweet Jun was even when he was in rut, and how much Dylan really wanted to keep him around.

In the end, looking at Jun’s face, how he searched Dylan for any sign of being upset or fearful, he wanted to comfort Jun’s instincts. So he just said, “I know, alpha. Thank you.”

When Jun finally finished coming, he gently lifted Dylan’s body up by the hips, careful not to jostle where they were connected, then leaned some of his weight forward like he was trying to press inside deeper. Dylan’s vision was blurry with tears as Jun started to grind deeply inside of him, slow, small circles that created an overwhelming, delicious pressure where he was already so full.

On instinct, he felt himself clench around Jun, like his body was trying to help Jun in his goal. He’d been overwhelmed with pleasure for so long that it almost bordered on pain in its overstimulation, and his body writhed to compensate, but Jun soothed him again, with his voice, scent and hands.

As Jun pressed a hand against his stomach again, Dylan imagined he really could feel Jun there, that Jun could feel himself there. The thought made him come again, his vision nearly blacking out as Jun once more had to hold his body still with how much he shivered.

“Look at you, angel, look how much you need it,” Jun said, breathless. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re bred completely full, just like you asked.”

Something about the way Jun spoke, so focused and intense, but still so caring and tender, it made Dylan feel something he never thought he would for anyone: he wanted Jun to be his alpha. Forever. And the best way to keep him was…

“You were right, alpha. I can — I can take it. I need — just one more, want to be bred,” Dylan said, or tried to, his speech slurred with exhaustion.

The immediate endorphins that flooded Dylan’s body almost choked him with how intensely they hit, like he was weightless, and everything faded away except for a euphoric bliss. As his body relaxed, Dylan realized it was because of Jun’s own pheromones erupting from how immensely Dylan had pleased his alpha with his request. As he felt Jun finally come, it hit him all over again, but it was his own rush from getting what he wanted.

Vaguely, he felt Jun press him into the bed again with his body, and heard Jun whining at his ear, his teeth grazing Dylan’s neck.

“Okay, puppy,” Dylan said, lacking the energy to say much else, and hoped it would be enough for Jun to understand.

It was; Jun bit him in the spot Dylan had chosen earlier, not quite a mating bite. It still felt good enough that it made Dylan’s eyes flutter closed, and Jun’s blunter teeth clamped down on his shoulder as he continued to come. Exhausted, Dylan tried to fight off the sleep that threatened to overtake him, but then he realized he didn’t really want to. Jun’s pheromones from how elated he was hit Dylan so hard it knocked any strength he had left out of him, and that already hadn’t been very much.

And after all that, the least Jun could do was deal with the aftermath. With that thought and Jun’s teeth in his shoulder, he fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was to a hand running down his back. As he slept, Jun must’ve somehow flipped their position, so that Dylan laid on top of him instead.

He was so tired that he just wanted to go back to sleep, but Jun’s chest rumbling made him sleepily lift his head and look up at him.

“Cute,” Jun whispered.

“How long was I asleep?” Dylan mumbled.

“About an hour,” Jun said. “I didn’t want to wake you up, but you should eat and drink something first.”

Dylan made a noise of discontent and tried cuddling back up to Jun. When he did, he realized they were still connected.

“I’ve been out for an hour and we’re still...?” Dylan blanched.

Jun blushed and looked away. “Yeah.”

“How long do your knots normally last?” Dylan asked.

“About an hour,” Jun said.

“Then we should be good soon, right?” Dylan asked, relieved.

“I don’t think so,” Jun admitted, and looked at Dylan apologetically. “It’ll probably be another hour at least.”

“What?” Dylan yelped, fully awake now in his shock. “Why?”

“Because…” Jun’s hands held Dylan’s face, and he was so tired that he let the weight of his head completely rest in Jun’s palms. The comforting drag of Jun’s thumbs running over his cheeks made Dylan close his eyes again. “I don’t think I’ve ever liked someone this much. So…my annoying alpha side really wants to make sure it takes.”

Dylan felt his own purr, deep in his chest. This time, he was too tired and too comfortable to be embarrassed. In response, he just hummed.

If Dylan thought about it too hard, he’d probably blush just as much as Jun about his own annoying instincts, which he pretty much only discovered just now, in response to Jun’s. He’d never felt or acted in such a way with someone else before, but that was because he’d never met Jun before.

Jun’s instincts might be intense, but they were completely harmless, especially since his biggest one seemed to be providing, like being useful or protective. That one overruled all the others, so Jun would never do anything to hurt him.

And Dylan’s instincts seemed to want to give Jun something to provide, or do, and right now that something just happened to be Dylan.

In the end, both of their instincts shared a common goal, which was to keep them together. Dylan had no complaints about that, so he couldn’t be too embarrassed about the things he’d said.

“I’m sorry,” Jun said, making Dylan open his eyes again and his thoughts stop.

“Why? It’s not your fault,” Dylan said.

“Not about — I’m sorry about earlier,” Jun said. “I got out of hand. I never want to hurt you. If I ever do anything you don’t like when I’m like that, feel free to punch me in the face.”

“Jun, I think if you ever hurt me you’d punch yourself in the face,” Dylan said sarcastically. Then more honestly, he said, “You didn’t hurt me. If you did, I would’ve told you. And I know you’ll listen.”

Jun didn’t look convinced of his own innocence. “I’ll listen, I just worry—”

“You’re a good alpha,” Dylan said, with no room for argument. “I wanted it, too. You just did what I asked. So if anything, you listen too well.”

“You're just…” The way Jun looked at him with adoration made Dylan’s heart race. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. I don’t want to fuck this up.”

“Then don’t,” Dylan said, then pressed a quick kiss to Jun’s mouth. “But you definitely didn’t today.”

“Okay,” Jun said. “I really like you.”

“Ten,” Dylan said.

“Huh?” Jun asked.

“That’s your score,” Dylan said. “You asked me earlier.”

“Ten out of…?” Jun asked hopefully.

“Guess,” Dylan smiled.

“You’re so fucking weird,” Jun blushed. Then he reached under his pillow and pulled out an energy bar. He unwrapped it and held it up to Dylan’s mouth. “For you, princess.”

Dylan raised an eyebrow but took a bite. “How did you even get this?”

“I keep basics in the nightstand, remember?” Jun said, looking proud. “I tried to clean you up too, but…we’ll probably still have to take a bath.”

Now that Jun mentioned it, Dylan did feel a distinct lack of stickiness, like he had been wiped down. Or at least it was less than it should’ve been. Jun fed him more of the energy bar, which Dylan accepted. When he was done, Jun did the same with a bottle of water.

“I like you, too,” Dylan said, after they were finished. “But when I say that, I want to say it because I want to, not because of your catastrophizing.”

“Can you say it again?” Jun asked.

“Are you catastrophizing?” Dylan responded.

“No,” Jun said, as a question.

“I like you,” Dylan said, then realized how hard it was to hold his head up. Especially with the soft rumbling of contentment from Jun, and how comforting it was to be surrounded by his scent, so clearly pleased at Dylan’s words. It was nearly impossible to keep his eyes open. “Can I sleep now? Wake me up if it hits again.”

“This is why I told you we should’ve gone to bed first, Dylan,” Jun tsked. “But of course, get some rest. I just wanted to say I told you so.”

“Don’t use proper names at me, Jun,” Dylan warned.

“Okay, sorry, you’re right,” Jun said. “I meant to say: I told you so, very cute, sleepy kitten.”

“It’ll do,” Dylan grumbled but kissed his cheek, then settled into Jun’s neck. “Do you think it will?”

“Huh?” Jun asked.

“Think it’ll take?” Dylan teased.

“Fuck, please, it’ll start again,” Jun said as he tensed beneath him, his hips jerked on instinct to bury himself deeper inside. “Of — of course not.”

“Guess we’ll just have to try again,” Dylan said, as casual as anything.

“Stop,” Jun whined, his body reacting to Dylan’s statement once more. “You’re so evil.”

“Oh, what’s the worst that can happen?” Dylan asked. “Sweet, dumb alpha pins me down and begs to breed me again?”

An arm locked around Dylan’s waist, and he was on his back, blinking up at Jun. Jun’s hands came to hold Dylan’s above his head, pinning him in place. “Just one more. Please.”