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When Chanyeol wakes, there is a burning ball of warmth stuck to his bare back, making the skin touching between them sweat. Strong, thick arms wrap tightly around his midsection and cradle the roundness of his chest. Even beneath their thin cloth blanket, it’s warm like a bonfire between them.
“G’morning, love,” Chanyeol murmurs, a smile tugging at his lips. “It’s that time of year, isn’t it?”
No response comes except a nose burying itself deeper in the marked scent gland on the back of Chanyeol’s neck. He can feel Kyungsoo’s hot breath against his nape and it tickles, making him giggle.
Mornings are not typically like this. That’s why Chanyeol knows instantly. Kyungsoo, while usually content to be Chanyeol’s big spoon, doesn’t very much like the oppressive warmth that the omega radiates while sleeping. Kyungsoo’s unable to sleep if he lays too closely to Chanyeol in the summer, so when something like this happens, there’s only one explanation.
Kyungsoo hates that his ruts happen in the hottest season. He doesn’t sweat that much, so he’s overheated plenty of times in the past before he had Chanyeol to always wipe him off with a wet cloth and coax him into drinking water. It’s still highly uncomfortable, and Chanyeol does feel for his alpha. But… the rut itself is what Chanyeol takes pleasure in.
Kyungsoo loves him, Chanyeol knows that is true. But he’s an independent alpha, a wolf who loves his solitude. He hunts for Chanyeol, in a display of dedication and determination. He cooks the meat into delectable meals he could never get at even the finest, most extravagant city restaurant. But he’s not always up for a chat, or a cuddle, or a bath together. That’s just the way his mate is, and Chanyeol’s long made peace with the fact that the alpha he loves is a little different from himself. It makes it all the more meaningful when he does want to do these things with Chanyeol.
That’s why ruts are precious to Chanyeol, as Kyungsoo clings to him like a baby opossum— but even cuter. Sometimes, he even thinks he likes this contact more than he likes the knotting, if that’s possible.
This is a special rut, too. The first of its kind in their lives, because Chanyeol has ceased his use of the contraceptive berries he typically eats daily. In Chanyeol’s favorite time of the year, he’ll have his favorite person with him to do such a special act. To allow life to spring forth from himself… ah, he gets hazy-eyed thinking about it.
Chanyeol climbs out of their sweltering sheets, Kyungsoo still attached to his back like a limpet. He shushes his grumbling alpha when he pushes him off in order to pee, but lets him into the bathroom after. On the alpha’s face is a particularly disgruntled pout, his plush lips pushed out as he frowns at the omega.
“Let’s take a bath together,” Chanyeol offers, resisting the urge to fawn over his grumpy mate. The suggestion quickly makes Kyungsoo happy again, and his chest rumbles against Chanyeol’s arm when he hugs it.
Chanyeol sings his favorite song at the moment, a lullaby he learned from the mothers at the nursery. He takes some of the buckets of water they have specially stored for times like these and pours them into the wooden tub. He strips, and helps his alpha strip too. As he steps in and sits, Kyungsoo settles between his legs, his back to Chanyeol’s chest. Contentedly, Chanyeol continues humming while lazily laving soapy water over his arms. He washes Kyungsoo as well with his hands, scrubbing waxy soap into his mate’s skin.
After he’s deemed themselves clean enough, he combs his fingers through Kyungsoo’s hair. Using a ladle and a separate bucket of water, he scoops and gently pours it over his head. Shampoo is something the tribe’s medicine wolf and resident inventors have recently come up with. Chanyeol is amazed at what wolves can create; after all, he’s just a simple performer for the monthly moon rituals.
With every full moon, one wolf who hopes to find their mate can ask the Goddess to bless them. Fingers crossed, she may grant them moonlight’s grace and illuminate the bond between two destined individuals. It doesn’t happen all the time— there are only a few soulmates within the pack. Often, mates are found from other packs or even the city. There is still a feast to enjoy, if no moonlight shines down upon them.
That fateful ritual was what brought him and Kyungsoo together.
They’ve been best friends since Kyungsoo’s birth at the nursery, only a couple scant months after himself. Chanyeol’s mother tells him he used to fawn over the other boy despite hardly being any older. It was always Baby SooSoo this, Baby SooSoo that. Growing up, Chanyeol smothered him a bit too much. Playing together, learning together, and sleeping together as well, they were always attached at the hip. He held Kyungsoo’s hand, hugged him from behind, and especially petted his ears when he grew taller than the other. If Chanyeol’s parents couldn’t find him, there was a 100% chance he was clinging to Kyungsoo and trying to feed him berries, or something.
Kyungsoo had pushed back for his independence when they grew a little too old for that. They remained close, but it always seemed like an arm’s distance was held between them when they became teenagers. He was okay with it, as long as Kyungsoo stayed near him. Maybe it was just a teenage phase.
But he truly thought Kyungsoo didn’t need him anymore, when they got close to their age of maturity— when you’re considered a full-fledged wolf in the eyes of the tribe. Kyungsoo ignored the calls of his name, focusing his energy on hunting. He groaned and ran whenever Chanyeol tried to call him old pet names from their childhood. He hung out with other wolves instead of the omega all the damn time.
It was enough to discourage the omega, after months of this treatment. They were going to turn 20, and he supposed it was time enough that they grow into adults and go their separate ways. Chanyeol didn’t want that; he had never wanted such a thing, and the thought nearly made him cry. But if Kyungsoo didn’t want him, what more could he do? What else did he have to give? He sighed, readying his ceremonial outfit and guitar for another moon ritual.
Imagine his shock when Kyungsoo stepped up on that stage with him! Even the rest of the tribe was excited, seeing the new Second Chief Hunter partaking as soon as he had been promoted. Chanyeol held back tears when he saw Kyungsoo praying to the Moon Goddess for a mate while he sat and played the ritual song. Mournfully, he strummed out notes for a friendship lost, a love lost.
He remembers every word the alpha said when it came to his turn to speak to the Goddess: “I have been working hard for years to become a strong alpha, Goddess. I wanted to prove myself, and now I’m ready. Please, let me be with the only one I want.”
Moonbeams shone down on the alpha, cloaking him in starlight, and Chanyeol tried not to bite off his tongue out of jealousy. Who would his mate be? Perhaps, the Goddess would choose for him Jongin, the gorgeous omega Kyungsoo had been hanging out with so much recently— Chanyeol knew he didn’t stand a chance. He was younger than Kyungsoo, elegant and suave in all the ways Chanyeol wasn’t.
Tears began to overflow from his eyes when suddenly, white sparkles seemed to envelop him. Chanyeol gasped, holding out his hand and seeing it glow the same way Kyungsoo was glowing. Within moments, he was embraced and a rough voice that was both familiar and not at once spoke in his ear.
“Thank you so much for waiting, Chanyeol. Thank you, Goddess. I’ll prove myself everyday for his sake.”
They argued, they cried, and they made promises on that night. To always communicate with and understand each other, especially when Kyungsoo needed his space and Chanyeol needed his presence. Instead of letting insecurities overtake them, they would create a safe haven for themselves.
“Mm…” Kyungsoo’s soft noise snaps him out of his daydreaming, and he apologizes as he washes bubbles out of the alpha’s hair. After he finishes, making sure no suds have entered his eyes, Kyungsoo suddenly turns on him with a piercing gaze. He stares at Chanyeol long enough to make him shy.
“Kyungsoo?” Chanyeol asks softly, nervously.
The wolf shakes his head. “Alpha,” he corrects, in that heart-shakingly deep voice.
Chanyeol sighs happily as his lips are claimed by the only man he’s ever wanted to claim him. That little pup that he babied grew into a strong, sturdy hunter who will be the father of his pups. Heat rises to his cheeks, and he can’t close his legs because the alpha is keeping them spread.
Kyungsoo sighs too, caressing Chanyeol’s cheeks slowly. His hands dip into the water to curl around the omega’s thighs, and slowly his fingers inch toward Chanyeol’s hole.
“Hm?” Kyungsoo makes a questioning noise. Chanyeol nods breathlessly.
“Breed me, right here. We’ll do it dozens of times, so why not start now?”
With a growl, Kyungsoo pushes blunt fingers into him and he moans at that wonderful feeling. It has happened over a hundred times, and it will still feel amazing the thousandth time. They tease, dipping in and out, slowly stretching his always-pliant hole. Never once has Chanyeol rejected the alpha’s knot when offered it.
He must accidentally kick the drain plug because the water sinks away from around them. Chanyeol can now see every bit of his mate’s beautiful body, and his hand traces along the moles on his firm chest. Kyungsoo’s still as handsome and cute as he’s always been.
The younger’s hangup was always that he believed Chanyeol saw him as a child. Those two months between the omega and the alpha seemed completely unbridgeable. But it was always just that Chanyeol adored him. He remembers little moments from when he was a pup, and he looked at Kyungsoo and just wanted to admire the alpha for days. Stirrings in his stomach had begun when he was a teen, but he’d always hid them in fear of what the alpha might think.
“What are you thinking about, huh?” Kyungsoo rumbles. His gentle, deep voice devolves into a wispy gravel in rut. It’s mind-numbingly sexy to Chanyeol.
He chuckles. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a mother. And Do Kyungsoo is going to be my puppy’s father.”
Something feral glints in the back of his alpha’s eyes. He places a hand on Chanyeol’s flat stomach. “Impatient, aren’t we? Don’t tell me you’re skipping the fun part.”
Even in rut, he still has that dry wit Chanyeol has always loved. He laughs again, hugging Kyungsoo closer to him. “No, never! I’m just that excited, you know?”
Kyungsoo nuzzles into the crook of his neck, and three fingers are working knuckle-deep into Chanyeol. He glances down at the thick, reddened hardness between the alpha’s legs. The already-swollen knot would be terrifying to anybody but Chanyeol, who lets it inflate inside him almost every week. He strokes a finger against the sensitive head, making Kyungsoo jolt a little. His grey tail wags slightly, and if he weren’t pinned against the bathtub Chanyeol’s would be too.
“Of course I know. I’m your alpha,” he says, voice raspy. He starts to suckle at Chanyeol’s left nipple, massaging the plush skin around it as Chanyeol whimpers. A two-front assault of his sensitive body is too much to handle. His foot kicks out involuntarily, and Kyungsoo takes his fingers out from Chanyeol’s hole to heft the omega’s knees over his shoulders. Bent in half and utterly dominated, Chanyeol can only kiss his alpha. He’s kissed back fiercely, hungrily. This might be a long rut ahead of them, if Kyungsoo’s worked up so early.
Cautiously, the alpha lines up his cock with Chanyeol’s slick entrance, pushing in slowly. Chanyeol squirms a little and curls his toes, unable to stop the reflexes. He gasps as he’s penetrated deeply. His body always falls just short of being able to take Kyungsoo’s whole length comfortably. That’s fine though, because he gets fluttery kisses peppered over his face as comfort while he adjusts to the size.
“Pretty… always takes me so well,” Kyungsoo says.
“You’re so good to me, alpha, you feel so good,” Chanyeol moans.
“Me too,” he replies, and before Chanyeol can say anything the alpha’s hips pull his dick out a little. Chanyeol is always overflowing with slick, so how does the friction feel so raw each time? Sparks fly in his stomach at the pleasure. He snaps his pelvis back into Chanyeol’s ass, and the omega loses his breath.
Chanyeol’s always vocal during sex, letting out pants and staccato ‘ah-ah-ah’ moans, or mumbling sweet nothings about how good Kyungsoo feels and how big his cock is. Kyungsoo is on the quieter side, so ruts are a rare treat where his sensitivity is cranked to the max. Unabashedly, his deep groans echo through the bathroom as Chanyeol squeezes around his cock.
“Ah, f-fuck, you’re so big, Soo, so good!”
“So perfect… so fucking tight,” Kyungsoo grunts as Chanyeol’s hands grip his back tighter. It’s the only movement he can manage when pinned so firmly by the alpha’s smaller body.
Chanyeol whines when Kyungsoo starts to toy with his nipples, his hands still so deft in even a mind-frying rut. They tweak, circling the areola and pulling hard as Chanyeol gasps at the sensation. It’s never felt like this before; is it because he’s not eating the berries anymore? If he were any more sensitive, he might come from his nipples alone. They’re relentlessly pinched and bit by the alpha, who is still pumping his cock into Chanyeol. The knot slams against his ass with every thrust.
“Kyungsoo, breed me and give me beautiful pups,” Chanyeol begs. “Knot me, I’ve been waiting for so long!”
Kyungsoo growls and works his hips to drive the overinflated knot into Chanyeol’s tight hole. He sticks his fingers into Chanyeol’s mouth and the omega obediently sucks on them. When he pulls them out, they go straight to opening him up further. At that, Chanyeol wails and comes, small white trickles of release dirtying his own chest.
“Sorry,” Kyungsoo apologizes gruffly as the fat knot is shoved into his body, making Chanyeol shed a few tears from utter overstimulation. It feels so good, it always does, but he’s twitching from the overload of pleasure already. Kyungsoo, thankfully, only has to grind his hips into his hole a few times to moan and shoot ropes of fertile sperm inside the omega. It swells his stomach gently; the alpha has always had such massive loads. Stuffed like a turkey at the Lunar Festival, Chanyeol glows with happiness.
Kyungsoo huffs. “Should have waited. Sorry. Tub not comfy.”
“Mm, I like your knot so much though, how could I have waited?”
They snuggle against each other. Chanyeol loves this part. Kyungsoo doesn’t normally like cuddling when Chanyeol is sweaty, and he’s drenched in perspiration right now. But because of the rut he doesn’t care at all. When he can feel the knot deflate a little, the omega spoons water over their bodies with the ladle to cool themselves down. Gently, Kyungsoo pulls out and Chanyeol’s breath hitches. The alpha stares, shamelessly, at the slick and seed dripping slowly out of the omega.
Chanyeol rolls his eyes, never really getting that part, and gets up to grab a towel cloth. Once they’re both dry enough, Kyungsoo sweeps him off his feet like a bride to carry him back to their bed. Chanyeol giggles, holding him tightly. Once he’s comfortably laid on the bed, Kyungsoo goes to get some of the drinking water stored in flasks in the corner. Looking at him, Chanyeol gasps when he sees the raised red lines running down Kyungsoo’s back.
“S-Soo! We have to treat that! I didn’t even realize I scratched you…”
“Mmm…”
“What do you mean, ‘mmm’? That might end up scarring!”
In a flash, Kyungsoo is back on the bed, startling him into yelling. The speed of the Chief Hunter never fails to catch him off guard. “Good, then.”
“Good? Good? When you take off your shirt to shift people are gonna see I clawed the hell out of your back!” Kyungsoo’s wolf tail starts wagging at the words, and Chanyeol’s jaw drops in disbelief.
Kyungsoo nods. “Means I’m good,” he says with a wicked smirk. Rut makes him such a cocky bastard, too. Always prideful about the way Chanyeol is constantly moaning and satisfied. That’s just one of the many charming hidden facets of his mate, though, and it makes Chanyeol love him even more. Kyungsoo traces hearts over where Chanyeol’s womb would be, licking his lips. His dick, rock hard once again, kisses Chanyeol’s entrance.
“Smug motherfucker,” Chanyeol sighs out. “Just get me pregnant already, knot-head.”
He’s manhandled onto his stomach in a way that makes his heart light up, and Kyungsoo pulls up his hips. Then, a firm hand holds down on the back of Chanyeol’s neck, and he wants to scream in excitement about getting folded into a mating press. Usually Kyungsoo has reservations about how this position might be taxing on Chanyeol’s body, but being held fast and safe like this awakens the primitive omega part of his brain.
He stifles a whine when the thick cock is shoved into him, less hesitant the second time around. Unable to move once again, Chanyeol’s tongue lolls out as he’s mounted from behind. The sound of skin on skin, Chanyeol groaning Kyungsoo’s name, and the alpha’s pleasured growls harmonize into a symphony of love and lust.
“Ah, ah, ah, so big,” Chanyeol moans as he gets pounded, face-down in the furs of their nest. All hunted by Kyungsoo and cleaned and sewn up by Chanyeol. It smells like them, dark cherry and damp earth after rain, fresh but comforting. Each time Kyungsoo thrusts in, he pulls Chanyeol’s hips back with his other hand, making himself slam in just a little deeper. A tiny bit rough and mean, just the way Chanyeol likes during sex.
The alpha folds over his arched back to start mouthing at his skin. He feels sharp teeth start snipping and sucking marks into himself, and Chanyeol sighs. He’s going to look like a mauling victim once the rut is over. A tongue licks over his bite mark and teeth are sinking in once more. Not enough to bleed, but enough for the omega to whine at the pain. Like an apology, kisses are pressed to each part of his body Kyungsoo can reach.
“Close, I’m close again, alpha,” Chanyeol cries. “Come inside my womb and make pretty pups with me!”
Teeth set into the meat of his shoulder as the knot pops in and he comes inside Chanyeol almost instantly. If the omega didn’t know better, he’d think the head of the alpha’s cock was set against his cervix with how deep he feels. Nobody could ever make him feel so good the way Kyungsoo does. With another breathless scream of his name, Chanyeol spurts his come against the furs.
When they both catch their breaths, Kyungsoo sits and pulls Chanyeol into his lap, laving his tongue over the bite in his shoulder. “Sorry. Can’t press you. Bad for you.”
“No, it won’t,” Chanyeol argues, despite the slight crick in his back from arching so sharply. “And even if it did, I hurt you too and you didn’t care!”
“Because…” With hazy eyes, Kyungsoo searches for an answer. He lights up when he realizes it. “It’s just me. Not you.”
Chanyeol blushes despite having a knot lodged inside him, and kisses Kyungsoo’s temple. “You still bite me like a thousand times, it doesn’t matter anyway.”
“…Stop biting?” Kyungsoo asks, drooping.
“No! Don’t stop ever, oh my Goddess. I’m just making examples. Keep biting, I love it. I love you.”
When the knot deflates, he makes the alpha drink water and eat some smoked veal jerky. Chanyeol has some himself as well. He wrings out a cloth dunked in cold water to wipe the alpha’s face and he rubs ointment into the welts on Kyungsoo’s back after cleaning them. Though Chanyeol knows it must sting, Kyungsoo doesn’t make a peep. Always so strong and impressive, will he ever run out of traits for Chanyeol to admire? He caps the glass jar again and looks at Kyungsoo, whose eyes flutter with drowsiness. They had woken up early because of the rut.
“Let’s nap, my love,” Chanyeol says, beckoning his alpha into his arms. They lay against the soft furs that Chanyeol might have to throw out and fall asleep together.
✧
“Mmph…” Chanyeol grumbles, feeling himself be jostled out of sleep. “Five more min— ah?!”
The omega’s eyes snap open and he yells in surprise as a fat cock pushes into his dripping wet hole. He’s on his side, and Kyungsoo has one of his legs hanging over his shoulder as he grinds his hips into Chanyeol. Moaning weakly, he reaches out a hand for Kyungsoo and is content when the alpha holds it. Just this sweet touch is enough to recover from the shock.
Kyungsoo’s eyes are darker, hazier, and he probably will hardly speak at all as instinct overtakes him. Every moment he can, he’ll be inside of Chanyeol trying to swell him with pups, and the omega smiles at the thought. Ruts are always exhausting as he has less stamina than his alpha, but they make him happy.
Chanyeol’s heats have never synced up with Kyungsoo’s ruts. This would historically mean they’re a poor match, but honestly, he’s not sure they would survive a simultaneous cycle. They’d be too obsessed with fucking to even take a break to eat. So, he burrows into a homemade nest in the winters while Kyungsoo indulges his overly emotional self. He’s always thought his heat makes him unbearably overbearing, but Kyungsoo tells him Chanyeol’s heats make him happy too. He’s never understood why, considering the alpha’s personality.
But there’s just something in knowing you’re fulfilling your partner’s primal urges. There must be a biological reason it’s persisted so long; his brain fills with dopey, gleeful chemicals knowing that Kyungsoo will get through this rut only because of him. Getting railed like this is the bonus. With that burst of energy, his eyes roll back into his skull and he comes again as Kyungsoo knots him and nips marks into his leg. The leg of all places, honestly… The alpha has such low standards. Come floods his already filled womb and Chanyeol bites the pillow.
“Pretty,” Kyungsoo compliments.
“I know,” Chanyeol says once he catches his breath. “You’re pretty too, baby.” As Kyungsoo shakes his head, the omega makes a noise of offense. “What do you mean, no? Look at you! You’re a vision even in rut.”
His black hair is ruffled messily over his forehead, almost artfully intentional. The constellation of moles on his chin and face are prominent, as is his sharp jawline and cool gaze. His normally bright eyes are darker right now, but that makes him sexier. Sometimes, Chanyeol can’t believe his luck in bagging such an alpha.
He began to think when Kyungsoo pushed him away and he grew to nearly two meters tall, he would never find a mate. It was no longer an option for an omega as utterly unappealing as him. He watched all the soft, small omegas around him parade their jewelry around, while he had no delusions of somebody courting him.
He’s never been so happy to be so wrong. Kyungsoo began courting him after the moonlight ritual, and he received gifts in spades: furs, meat, jewelry, and pretty trinkets that Chanyeol now decorates their den with.
Chanyeol had never been the best at hunting, he’s but a humble musician. It’s not like he’s not athletic; he can nearly keep up with Kyungsoo during full moon runs. But hunting requires a certain level of stealth and subtlety Chanyeol just doesn’t possess. A relationship has to be balanced, and Chanyeol’s never accepted that the alpha should do all the work. So in return, Chanyeol greeted Kyungsoo with a bouquet of hand-picked flowers, a basket of berries, or a self-written song when he came back from pack hunts. Kyungsoo had been so excited to see him on those days.
Kyungsoo exhales loudly through his nostrils. He traces his canines along Chanyeol’s mating mark, biting down where the imprint of his teeth has already marked. “Thinking?” he whispers into the crook of Chanyeol’s neck.
“Hah, I can’t help reminiscing when we’re like this. About how far we’ve come. Our puppy is going to be so lucky to have you as a papa.”
“Mama?” he rumbles out.
“I guess so. I think it’s a bit much though, isn’t it? Saying our pup’s going to be lucky to have us as parents,” Chanyeol jokes.
Kyungsoo quirks his lips and begins suckling marks into Chanyeol’s thighs when he pulls out. He squeezes the meat of them between his hands, claws nearly slipping out. Chanyeol hiccups as fingers are shoved into him once again, but it’s nothing new. The alpha’s just trying to keep his sperm inside his womb.
“Kiss me,” Chanyeol requests, and his alpha obliges. When Kyungsoo’s plush lips meet his, it’s like all is right in the world. He’s a bit forceful in rut though, and his tongue shoves itself into Chanyeol’s mouth. Anything he gives, Chanyeol takes— that’s his kind of love.
✧
“I can feel my rut breaking really soon,” Kyungsoo says, and Chanyeol’s so happy he could cry. Well— he has already cried. A lot. The past three days, while endlessly pleasurably, have also been endlessly torturous. Knowing this is a breeding rut must have incensed Kyungsoo’s wolf, because they’ve never struggled so much before. He had to force Kyungsoo to fuck his thighs to catch a break while he fed and gave water to the alpha.
The obscuring haze is cleared from his pretty eyes, and the spark of measured playfulness is back. Kyungsoo handles him so much more softly than he did in the midst of rut, where he grabbed hard enough to leave imprints in Chanyeol’s skin. Those same hands gently rub the omega’s aching muscles.
“I’m sorry, Chanyeol-ah,” Kyungsoo says. “It was really bad this time. You must be exhausted.”
“It was,” Chanyeol says, a bit tearfully. “I wanna sleep for a day straight after this, I got bullied so much.”
Kyungsoo processes the statement before he barks out a laugh. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you and fight the bastard who hurt you, how’s that sound?”
“Good,” Chanyeol says petulantly, crossing his arms. He bursts out into tired giggles as Kyungsoo flicks his own forehead. But of course, the banter is broken when something hard and wet nudges against his thigh.
“Nooo,” Chanyeol whines. “I’ve been bred a hundred times, you don’t need to do it another.”
“Okay, that’s fine. Rest then, I’ll take care of it myself.” When Kyungsoo makes to move away, Chanyeol’s hand wraps around the alpha’s wrist.
“W-Well! As a treat for you, I’ll take your knot, just… one last time?” Chanyeol says, not looking at the alpha. When he dares to look again, Kyungsoo’s body is shaking with silent laughter.
“You’re insatiable, Chanyeol-ah. How adorable.”
Chanyeol’s complaints are muffled by a deep kiss, one where his lips meld perfectly against Kyungsoo’s. Back in control of his instincts, Kyungsoo is teasing and dominant in his claiming of Chanyeol’s lips and tongue. No more desperation or ferocity, just them as they’ve always been.
Kyungsoo pets his sides as he pushes his cock in for the last time, running his fingers along Chanyeol’s belly. Rather than fucking or breeding, Chanyeol is enough of a romanticist to call this love-making. He sighs out amorously, hugging Kyungsoo to himself.
“I love you. I’m sorry, I don’t say it enough. I want to say it to our pups so many times they get sick of me,” Kyungsoo admits. “You’re going to be an incredible mom. I’m too happy.”
“What the hell, you’re gonna make me cry…! I love you too, Kyungsoo, so so much. I’m so lucky you exist…” The omega places his hand over the one the alpha has on his stomach. “They don’t exist yet, but I love them all the same.”
He laughs and moans as Kyungsoo peppers kisses all over his face while thrusting into him. His gaping hole still clenches fruitlessly around the alpha, making the alpha groan quietly. Soon enough, with all their stamina spent, Kyungsoo pushes his smaller knot in and releases spurts of come inside Chanyeol’s womb. With his thumbs, the alpha massages the slight swell of the omega’s belly.
“Mm… What do you want to name them? Wouldn’t Kyungsoo Jr. be cute?” Chanyeol teases.
“Wouldn’t our pup resent us for being lazy?” Kyungsoo asks with a huff. “How about… Seoah? Or Ijun?”
“No, Mihyun just had twin pups and named one Seoah. And there are already like 3 Ijun’s in this village. This place is not that big!”
Kyungsoo laughs, pulling Chanyeol into his lap as he sits up. “Sorry for being basic. I’m not very creative.”
“You are, though! Just not when it comes to names,” Chanyeol says, settling comfortably with the knot still inside him. “But I’m too tired to come up with any good ones right now. Remind me later?”
“Sure, if I remember.”
The first course of action after the knot finally deflates is a long bath, using the rest of their stored water supply. Chanyeol savors the time spent with his alpha, still clingy with the last fading remnants of rut. They kiss languidly in the tub, and dry each other off with fluffy towels. Chanyeol’s eyelids begin to feel like weights.
He collapses into their bed after Kyungsoo changes out the furs, and conks out instantly. He falls into a series of frantic dreams, all forgotten once he wakes, except one: a fleeting scene where he caresses his swollen stomach, heavy with a pup.
✧
(Epilogue:
“Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy!”
Chanyeol rubs his eyes as he yawns, sitting up in his nest as his daughter tugs at his nightwear. “Mm, what is it, Areum?”
“Yah, Areum. I told you not to wake up your daddy,” Kyungsoo says sternly as he walks in. “He needs rest if you want to have a healthy little brother.”
Areum pouts, looking appropriately chastised. “I’m sorry. But I really needed to know!”
Chanyeol glances outside. He’s probably only been asleep for an hour, judging by the amount of sunlight filtering in. “It’s okay, Kyungsoo, the kicking was gonna wake me up if she didn’t,” he reassures. He pulls Areum onto the bed of furs, and she looks up at him with those huge doe eyes that she got from both of them. “What did you just absolutely need to know, huh, sweetheart?” He boops her nose and she giggles.
“Papa told me he used to be really super mean to you, before you got mated!” Areum says, wide-eyed. “That can’t be true! Papa and Daddy love each other so much!”
Chanyeol has to suppress his laughter so she doesn’t fall off the bed. “Th-That… Papa said those words?”
Kyungsoo chuckles. “I said I treated Daddy badly by ignoring him. ‘Really super mean’ is her own wording.” He settles into bed as well, kissing Chanyeol’s temple. “Dinner’s ready, let’s talk more while we eat.”
Chanyeol buries his face into the crook of his alpha’s neck, smelling spices and blood on the other. He must have cooked a fresh catch while the omega napped.
“See! How could Papa bully Daddy… It’s not true!” Areum says resolutely, crossing her arms. Kyungsoo growls playfully and whisks her into his hold, making her shriek with laughter as he hops off the bed. He holds her up and spins her around, even putting her upside-down.
“Silly girl. Who said anything about bullying? You’re getting the story twisted!”
She cries out in protest. “I’m just trying to defend Papa who isn’t a bully!”
“Areum-ie, can you go set the dinner table and give everyone utensils?” Chanyeol cuts in to ask. “You’re hungry, aren’t you? Daddy’s hungry.”
“I am! Okay, I’ll do it.” Kyungsoo sets her on the floor and she scampers off.
“Hmm, you’re not a bully, huh? Every breeding rut you’ve had says otherwise,” Chanyeol teases as he gets out of the nest. The alpha crouches down to press a kiss to Chanyeol’s belly, 6 months along.
“How could you call your wonderfully loving mate that… Daum, you understand the truth, right?” When he stands again, Chanyeol holds his hand. The omega winces then from a strong kick from within.
“That hurts, Daum…”
Kyungsoo giggles. “Daum-ah, was that your way of agreeing with me?”
Chanyeol rolls his eyes. “He’s telling us to hurry up and eat.”
“Anything you say, love,” Kyungsoo soothes as they leave the bedroom.)