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Minho was pacing his apartment, grabbing extra blankets and couch pillows to bring into his nest. His nest, which took up most of his mattress, sat in a low frame along the far wall of his bedroom. The last time he moved, he had gotten a larger mattress, reasoning that it would serve him better through his heats. So far, it had been serving him better, giving him the space he needed to layer the items around. He wanted the nest to be perfect; this was the first heat of Minho's that he'd be spending with someone in two years. His boyfriend, Jisung, would come over after work, bringing takeout from Minho's favorite restaurant, and Minho wanted everything to be perfect.
He whines in the back of his throat as he adjusts the cloth in his bed, making sure to push more of Jisung's hoodies to the top by and under the pillows. While his scent wasn't the strongest as a Beta, Jisung still carried a soft, warm spice that made Minho purr. He grabs a few of the borrowed items from his other friends and his own hoodies to add into the mix. They made up the bulk of the lower part of his nest, not wanting the scents to muddy Jisungs.
As he continued pacing, he double- and triple-checked that everything was in order. It would be fine. He was covered for just about anything; premade meals sat stacked in the fridge, clearly labeled. He had enough water for them to survive a nuclear war, and there were enough towels that they wouldn't need to start the laundry until the very last day of his heat. With a deep breath, Minho moves into the kitchen to make a cup of tea, needing something to help calm his nerves.
It's as he's pouring boiling water into a mug that there is a knock on the door. His chest swarms with warmth, perking up a little as he goes to let Jisung in. Minho's greeted with a wide gummy smile once he swings open the door. "Hi," he says, smiling softly at the other.
"Hey, baby," Jisung says, stepping into the apartment around Minho. His hands are full of bags, a duffel hanging from over his shoulders. "I grabbed some snacks and nutrient drinks on the way over just in case you would need them." Minho snags some of the bags from his grip, dropping a kiss to Jisung's cheek as his pre-heat scent swirled around them. Jisung hums, catching Minho by the waist with his now empty hand, pulling him back in for a proper kiss. "You smell amazing."
Minho hums, blush creeping up his ears, "My pre-heat scent can get a little strong. Let me know if it's too much."
"Could never be," Jisung sighs, pressing his lips to Minho's one more time before disappearing into the apartment. The anxiety in his chest started to settle now that Jisung was finally here. He took the bags to the kitchen and unloaded their contents onto the counter. Jisung had purchased more than just snacks and a few drinks. There was pain medicine, bandages, condoms, and lube, even though Minho will probably be the wettest he has ever been through his heat. Warmth spreads through his chest at the thought of the other caring for him in this way.
When Minho steps back into the living room, Jisung is setting his duffel bag by Minho's bedroom door. He finds himself pulled to Jisung, wanting to be in his orbit. He wraps himself over the younger's shoulders, pressing his face into his neck, nuzzling at the scent gland there, humming softly. His tea was all but forgotten on the counter. "Did you bring clothes for my nest?" Minho asks softly, a small purr emitting from his throat.
"Yeah," Jisung answers, turning in his arms and wrapping his own around Minho's waist. "Lots of hoodies, so you can wear them if you want. Minho hums, pulling back to look over Jisungs face. The younger was biting his lip, a blush settling over his cheeks.
"You're the best," Minho breathes, crouching down to dig through his bag. He pulls out an oversized hoodie that smells strongly of Jisung, tugging it over his body. Jisung chuckles behind him, pulling him back into his arms.
"How does a movie with dinner sound?" Jisung asks, pressing a kiss to Minho's hair.
"Sounds like a dream," Minho responds, scenting him.
"How much longer till your heat hits?" Jisung asks softly, hobbling their bodies toward the couch.
Minho pulls free to walk normally. "Sometime tomorrow," Minho answers after thinking it over. Pulling a large blanket from the basket in the corner to lie under on the couch. Jisung walks back to the kitchen to grab the dinner he had brought for them. He settles next to Minho, gently handing over the order he had gotten for Minho.
"Jajangmyeon?" Minho asks, taking the dish Jisung handed him as he leans into his side. When he looks to Jisung for confirmation, the other is smiling at him, sparkles swimming in his eyes.
"Of course," Jisung answers, pressing a kiss into the side of Minho's head.
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The moon is still shining through the window when Minho wakes up. Sweat sticks to his body, and a heat curls low in his stomach. Minho whines softly as he presses closer to Jisung. He ruts forward against Jisung's leg, where it's pressed between his own, gasping softly at the friction.
Jisung stirs below him, humming softly as he wraps his arm tighter around Minho. Minho presses closer, dipping his nose against Jisung's neck where his scent gland is. Jisung's scent is warm, a gentle spice filling Minho's nose. He licked softly at the gland, drawing more of his scent forward. Minho suckled softly, drawing a moan from Jisung, as nibbles and sucks at the skin, leaving a bruise behind in his wake.
"Baby?" Jisung mumbles, drawing his hand up along Minho's back. He feels the deep breath that Jisung takes as he continues to suck marks along his neck. "Fuck," Jisung gasps, adjusting their position to pull Minho more on top of himself. "Your heat here early?"
"Just woke up to it," Minho whines, grinding his hips down into Jisung. He feels Jisung grab the back of his shirt and start to pull; he lifts his arms so the damp fabric can be pulled off, then leans in and connects their mouths. Jisung moans as Minho runs his tongue along the seam of his lips, moving his hips in slow, even motions.
A gasp escapes Minho as Jisung flips them around, caging Minho into the mattress. "What do you need?" he asks, voice low as he kisses down Minho's neck, stopping only to suck a mark along his scent gland. Drawing more of Minho's sweet smell to the surface, trying to drown himself in it.
Minho whines, thrusting his hips upward, trying to make contact with Jisung's body. "You," he gasps, threading his fingers into Jisungs hair. Jisung groans, licking a long stripe along his neck before working his way down Minho's body. He nips and sucks marks along the way, spending time ripping moans from Minho's throat as he focuses on a nipple.
Jisung is almost as loud as Minho, meeting every moan with a sound of his own. He ruts his hips down into the mattress between Minho's legs, searching for friction of his own. Fingers dip into the waistband of Minho's pants, tugging at the fabric like it's offensive. Minho raises his hips to aid in Jisungs movements, losing his grip on Jisungs hair, chest heaving as he drinks in Jisungs scent that surrounds him.
"Fuck hyung," Jisung whines, kissing the exposed skin of Minho's inner thighs. "You're so fucking hot, it's so hot," he babbles, sucking near Minho's scent gland, causing the older to moan lowly, pressing a hand into his hair again, scratching lightly. Jisung whines high in his throat, kissing up Minho's leg, pressing his forehead against Minho's skin before leaving a kitten lick against his aching cock. It was swollen and angry red at the tip, and had been for hours. He's pulled from his heat-fueled thoughts at the warmth Jisung presses against him.
The younger had always run cold, so the sudden heat was concerning to Minho. Had Jisung caught a cold and not wanted to tell him? Minho is tugging on Jisung, whimpering softly, pulling him up by the hood of his sweatshirt desperately. "Baby," he whispers, pressing kisses against Jisung's cheeks. "Baby, you're burning up." Looking over his features, Jisung was flushed and sweating, but there were no other signs of a possible cold. His scent dripped from him thickly, and Minho could catch the haziness settling over his gaze.
"I'm fine," Jisung counters, breathless, as he adjusts his legs to be straddling the other properly. Impatient, he leans forward, trying to capture Minho's lips against his own again, canting his hips forward to grind against Minho. He was hard to the point that it was starting to hurt, searching for even a little relief.
"No, Jagi," Minho says, pushing on Jisungs shoulders, flipping them around so that he hovers over him on the bed. Large wet eyes look back up at him from where his head landed among the pillows. Minho raises a hand to his cheek, caressing it lightly. "You're so hot," he pinches his brows together, moving his hand to Jisung's forehead. Slick drips from Minho, gathering on his thighs as he takes Jisung in.
"So.. Hot.." Jisung parrots, rutting up against Minho's thigh between his legs, drawing a moan from them both. His movements don't stop, fast and desperate, chasing after relief. Jisung groans, body shuddering as his first orgasm rolls through him. The front of his sweats is stained with cum and overly wet, his slick soaking through the fabric. Jiusng's cock is still hard, though, so painfully hard, pressing roughly against the fabric.
"Jisung," Minho's voice cuts through, "I think you're in heat, baby." He's running a hand down Jisungs side, trying to bring him back, his body radiating just as much warmth as Jisungs.
Jisung gasps under his hands, trying to press his body up into the other. "Hurts," he whimpers, "Hyung it hurts." Minho matches Jisungs whimper with a whine high in his throat, slick gathering on his thighs. He presses his face into Jisungs shoulder, biting lightly, trying to focus and clear his own head.
He was in heat, and Jisung was presenting under him. He couldn't lose himself. Jisung needed him right now. "Jisungie," Minho whispers, pressing a kiss to the spot he bit. "I'm gonna help you through it, baby. We've got to get you out of these clothes first." He reaches for the hem of Jisungs hoodie, pulling it up over his body. Jisung is pliant as he pulls the fabric over his head, panting, eyes hazy.
Minho presses a kiss to Jisungs lips before snaking his way down the other's body, rutting his hips forward for relief. He needed to get Jisung off again, get him relaxed and comfortable. He undoes the bow on the front of Jisungs sweats as he looks up at the other through his eyelashes. He feels just as hazy as Jisung looks, whimpering at him. Minho presses a kiss to Jisungs stomach just above where his pants sit as he pulls them down, doing his best to jostle Jisung a minimum amount.
"Hyung," Jisung breathes, lifting his hips, trying to press himself against the other, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.
"I know, princess," Minho whispers, pressing a kiss to Jisungs inner thigh before ridding him of his underwear as well. He whines high in his throat at the man lying before him. Jisung, whose whole body was flushed and pink, cock hard and angry, while slick coats his thighs. Jisung moans at the name, making grabby hands for Minho, and who was he to deny Jisung comfort?
As Minho comes up to meet Jisung in a heated kiss, running his tongue over the seam of Jisungs lips, he wraps a hand around the other's shaft. Jisung gasps into his mouth, moaning softly as Minho flicks his wrist over the length, taking care to thumb over Jisungs slit, collecting the precum that builds. Using it to ease the friction against his skin. "Can you be a good boy for me?" Minho asks, pulling back, adjusting himself so that he can take both of their cocks in his hand.
He wasn't going to stay clear-headed enough at the rate they're going. His eyes were hazy, and all he really wanted was to cum, God, he wanted to cum so bad. Slick was coating the inside of his thighs, dripping down onto Jisung. Minho thrusted his hips in time with his hand, whimpering and whining in time with Jisung as he brought them both closer to the edge. He just has to take the edge off. A broken sob breaks from the back of his throat as his orgasm runs through him, shoving his face into Jisungs neck as he whimpers above him, continuing to stroke them both.
Jisung is not far behind him, his own cum joining Minho's across his stomach. "Hyung," he whimpers, nails clawing down Minho's back. When he pulls his face from where it was pressed, he's met with Jisungs wet eyes.
"Hey," Minho says softly, eyes drooping as he caresses one of his hands across Jisung's cheek. "How're you feeling?"
"Uncomfortable, hot," Jisung starts, voice still on edge. "Really horny." He shifts his body under Minho's, dick starting to fill again as the smell of their slick mixes around them. Minho presses a kiss to Jisung's lips, soft and quick, before pulling away to clean them up. As Minho runs a warm cloth over Jisung's skin, doing his best to ignore the ache crawling through his bones, Jisung speaks again, voice quivering, "Sad, because I'm supposed to be taking care of you for a change."
The words tighten Minho's chest. Jisung was so excited to get to help him through his heat for the first time. "You are helping," he says softly, climbing into his nest and pulling Jisung close to his chest. "You're here, and that's what matters. That's all I need." He's tangled a hand into Jisungs hair, scratching lightly as the younger presses his face to Minho's neck. Minho can't help the soft moan that escapes him when Jisung licks lightly at his scent gland.
That's all Jisung needs to continue pressing his tongue against Minho's skin, sucking lightly to pull more of Minho's scent to the surface. Jisungs own was wild around them, spiking in every direction as his emotions came to the surface. Minho adjusted so that his thigh is between Jisungs legs, giving the other something to rut against while he sucks on Minho's neck, soft sounds falling from Minho's lips.
"Wanna take care of you," Jisung mumbles, kissing down his chest. He stops to swirl a tongue around Minho's nipple, pulling a whine from the other's throat. As Jisung pulls gently with his teeth, Minho ruts his hips against Jisung, desperate for relief.
"Fuck," Minho cries as Jisung wraps a hand around their cocks, stroking them against each other. He wasn't sure when he ended up on his back. "Please, please, please," Minho chants, running a hand through Jisung's hair and tugging on the strands. His mind was going hazy again, his only thought being his need for release.
Jisung pressed his thumb into Minho's slit, drawing a deep moan from the older boy. "So good for me," Jisung coos, pressing kisses back into Minho's neck. He used his free hand to pull Minho closer, fingers holding onto him in a bruising grip to keep himself steady.
"Want you in me," Minho whines, pulling Jisung into another kiss. He runs his tongue over the seam of Jisung's lips as he brings a hand down between Jisung's legs. A gentle caress down the inside of his thigh as he opens his mouth for Minho with a whimper. They both moan into the kiss as he runs two fingers along Jisung's entrance to collect the slick he's producing; Jisung's own movements falter where his hand continues to slide along their lengths.
Minho pulls back, then a trail of spit sticks between their mouths. He looks at Jisung with hooded eyes while he brings his wet fingers to his own entrance. Biting his lip as he pushes the first finger in, moaning at the light stretch. His heat's far enough along that he can add the second finger almost immediately, taking his time to work them in and out of himself.
Above him, Jisung watches with his mouth hanging open, the hand holding them having stopped moving. His gaze was heavy as his eyes traced Minho's movements, watching every drag of his fingers in and out of his body. Minho's own slick drips from him, collecting on his hand and on the fabric below. It's wet, so much wetter than he's been before. He whimpers, throwing his head back as he adds the third, his other hand gripping Jisung's shoulder.
"So good for me," Jisung whispers, bringing a hand up to press into Minho's hair. He tugged lightly on the strands, pulling Minho forward enough to reconnect their lips. His other hand slides along Minho's body, tracing over the plush of his ass to grip it firmly. Jisung pulls Minho's body forward to grind against him, drawing soft sounds from Minho.
"I'm ready," Minho moans against Jisung's lips, pulling his fingers from himself with a wet sound. He leans over the edge of the nest, searching the ground for the condoms that Jisung had bought. When he finds what he's looking for and turns back to face Jisung, he finds the younger tugging on himself, using Minho's dripping slick as lube. It's in rushed movements that he pushes Jisungs hand away to roll the condom on, the need to be full weighing heavily in Minho's flushed chest.
He climbs into Jisungs lap, breath catching in his throat as he sinks down onto the younger. "Baby… Baby, please," Jisung whines, head thrown back. Neck Exposed. Minho leans forward as he bottoms out, scraping his teeth over Jisungs scent gland. He draws more of the honeyed smell to the surface and a growl from Jisung.
Jisungs hands come up to grip tightly on Minho's hips, rocking him forward lightly. Searching for friction between them. Minho shifts his hips, slowly dragging himself up and down on Jisung's cock. "So good," he mumbles against his neck. "So full." His head was cloudy with desire.
They move like that together, panting into each other's skin. Jisungs thrusts up to meet Minho's movements, too quick and rushed. Their scents swirl in a greedy mix of vanilla and rose, making the air in the room thick.
The pleasure in his stomach builds as he continues to roll his hips, intense and warm. "Hyung— Ngghh— ah, Minho," Jisung pants, head thrown back into the pillows.
"Close," Minho gasps. He can feel the slick sliding down his thigh, sticky and wet. He moves his hips desperately in Jisung's lap, chasing his release as he turns to reconnect his mouth with Jisung's. The kiss is more panting into each other's mouths than kissing, but Minho doesn't care. His hips stutter, movements erratic as Jisung brings his hand up to wrap around Minho's cock, dragging it slowly along the length.
Minho whimpers into his mouth as Jisung whispers, "Come for me, Jagi." That's all Minho needs to spill over Jisung's hands and stomach. Jisung continues to thrust up into him, working Minho through his release while chasing his own. He isn't far behind, coming with a whine as his own hips stutter.
"So good for me," Minho whispers, running his fingers through Jisung's hair. He's still fuzzy, mind heavy with his release. He presses a kiss to the younger's cheek before lifting off of him. Jisung whines from where he's limp in the nest, making grabby hands at Minho's retreating body. "I need to clean us up a little. I'm coming back," he assures Jisung, leaving for the bathroom.
Minho does his best to wipe himself down in the bathroom. Slick still runs down his thighs freely, but he gets as much of the excess he can off. He grabs a new rag to dampen for Jisung, knowing the younger wouldn't be faring much better. The heat under Minho's skin is a sizzle as he walks back through his bedroom door. Jisung has contorted himself into the covers, wrapping them around himself. Minho has to pry them away to wipe him down, tossing the rag across the room when he's done.
Crawling back into the nest next to Jisung, he pulls the younger close to him. His skin is still hot to the touch, and his cock is still hard, pressing against Minho's thigh. He huffs against Minho's neck, shifting his hips against Minho's leg, whining in the back of his throat at the friction. Minho does his best to text their friend Felix about what's happening. They would need meals brought to them at this rate. The plan, having been for Jisung to cook, was thrown out the window as he was now deep into a heat of his own. As Minho is reading the response from Felix, Jisung begins to move against him in desperate little ruts, huffing softly into Minho's skin.
"Take what you need, baby," Minho whispers, tossing the phone to the side as he presses his thigh further between Jisung's legs, flexing the muscle as he ruts forward again. Minho didn't remember a lot from his first heat, just the never-ending need to get off. In comparison, he has calmed down over the years, more stable and consistent. He pulled him in close, running a hand down his spine. Jisung shivers as his fingers slide over his ass, squeezing as Jisung ruts forward again.
He brushes a finger over Jisung's rim, tracing over the slick collecting there. "Ngghh—" Jisung whines as Minho presses a finger into him, dragging slowly against his walls. He pulls a sound from Jisung with every curl of his finger and a long whine when he adds a second. Jisung ruts a little harder, pushing himself back into Minho's fingers, gripping Minho so hard with his hands that there are sure to be bruises. "Close," Jisung gasps, his movements becoming unsteady. It doesn't take long after Minho adds a third finger for Jisung to cum with a shaking cry into the older's shoulder.
Minho dances kisses across Jisung's neck and shoulder as he works him through it. Moving his fingers at a slow, steady pace, dragging carefully along his walls as Jisung shakes. "Good boy," Minho whispers, removing his fingers and pulling him fully into his lap. He leaves languid kisses along his skin, bringing Jisung back in for a proper kiss once his breathing has leveled.
"Want you in me," Jisung whines into the kiss, rutting himself forward again, rubbing his flaccid cock over Minho's stomach.
Minho kisses him, multiple times in quick succession. "Anything for you," he whispers. A soft purr started to sound in his throat, unable to contain how content he was. While he was also in his own heat, his seemed to be far milder than it had been in the past. Minho couldn't help but be thankful for it, especially with his lap full of Jisung. Jisung, who's dripping slick and pink from head to toe. "Anything."