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Jisung remembers the day Jeno presented, because it was so shocking.
Jeno was a late bloomer, so he didn’t present until shortly before Go promotions started.
They had been in the practice room going over the choreo, checking the mirror to make sure they were staying in their windows, keeping their formations clean, when Jeno let out a pained hiss and grabbed at his stomach.
Jeno would normally just grit his teeth and get on with it, so the obvious show of discomfort made them whip their heads around to stare. Suddenly, they were all crowding around him, asking him questions. He looked disoriented, eyes squeezing tight.
Jisung saw as he panicked a little, eyes darting around the room and landing on the exit, running out. Mark followed him, eyebrows furrowed, while Jisung stared dumbly at the others.
“Did you know-?” Renjun asked Donghyuck.
“No,” Donghyuck said, blinking. “Wow, that’s gonna suck.”
“Two weeks before the promotion period begins,” Jaemin whistled. “He better rest,”
“Wait,” Jisung said. “I don’t understand.” Chenle smiled wryly at him.
“You don’t smell that?”
“Smell what?” Jisung asked, feeling like an idiot.
“Jisung-ah, focus,” Renjun said. Jisung frowned, sniffing the air. It smelled like...wood? Just the way it always smelled, like wood and dust and this one chemical the janitors always used and- Oh.
“There you go,” Jaemin smirked.
“Does that mean-?”
“Jeno’s an omega,” Donghyuck said. “We didn’t know either.”
Wow, Jisung thought. Jeno hyung, an omega. He thought for sure- Well, maybe the signs were all there. Usually alphas presented earlier, but still, they’d all thought he was just a rare case. It was uncommon, but not impossible for an alpha to present late. They were banking on seven for seven, alpha wise.
“Hey,” Mark said, coming back in, fanning himself with his hat. He looked flushed, a little out of breath.
“Jeno’s gonna go home with the manager noona. We’re gonna have to practice without him.” Everyone murmured, got ready to dance again, but Jisung was frozen.
“Ah...Hyung? Will he be okay? Jeno hyung, I mean...All by himself…” Jisung asked. Mark smiled.
“He’ll be okay, Jisung-ah. I gave him my jacket for the ride home. He’ll figure it out. It’s his first heat, so...It’s gonna be rough.” Mark winced.
“But every omega gets through it, so he’ll be okay. The thing is...I don’t know what you guys should do. Three alphas with one omega in a little dorm like that. That’s…”
“Ah, yeah…” Renjun sighed. “It’ll be okay. It’ll be harder for him, because he’s new to this, but you don’t have to worry about us.”
“Okay,” Mark nodded. “Just be nice to him, okay? It looked really painful, and I’m sure he wishes it had been more private…” They had a moment of silence, mulling that over, but then Chenle clapped his hands together.
“Let’s dance,” Chenle suggested, and then the song was back on, but all Jisung could think about was Jeno in the van on the way back to the dorm, shuddering in Mark’s jacket and grabbing at his stomach.
It made his chest hurt as he danced
That was a while ago, though. Jeno had since settled into it, took suppressants sparingly. He only took them during promotions because they were pretty rough on the system, made omegas kind of antsy and nauseous. If they were off work he was advised to just let them happen.
Mostly, he kept it private. Jisung assumed he just took care of himself, though he supposed he could be seeing people in secret. Jeno was such a homebody that he couldn’t imagine it, but that still didn’t make it impossible.
Hot Sauce promotions were starting within three weeks and Jeno was due for a heat. The rest of them kept a loose and slightly inaccurate mental timeline of them as a way to look out for him.
Chenle, strangely enough, seemed to be able to smell them days before they even got close to starting. There was no clear reason for it. He would nuzzle sleepily into Jeno’s neck and tell him cheerfully that he was about a week and a half out, and it always made Jeno’s eyes widen, but he didn’t live with them, so it wasn’t something they could rely on.
It wasn’t perfect and it couldn’t be. Sometimes they’d be early or late, and then there was the time Jeno got it right as they were leaving a restaurant, and Jeno had to sit in Renjun’s lap the whole ride home, clinging to him and shaking.
Renjun was a stone, keeping his arms tight around him and telling Jeno it was just 20 minutes, just 20 minutes and they’d be home. Jeno looked so pitiful like that, nodding into Renjun’s chest. So pitiful that Renjun scented him a bit, enough that Jeno could relax, was only semi-conscious for the rest of the ride home.
They’re laying in Jisung’s bed. It’s a tight fit, definitely too small for both of them, but Jeno had just sort of invited himself in, flopping down next to him and almost knocking him off the mattress. Jisung hadn’t had the heart to kick him out.
It’s a comfortable silence for a while, both of them on their phones.
“Woah,” Jeno says suddenly. “Have you seen these?” He turns the screen to Jisung and it’s one of those compilations of realistic cakes being cut in half.
“I thought it was a real hand. It scared me,” Jeno says, taking his phone back. He laughs gently to himself.
“Those were popular a while ago,” Jisung says. “Renjun sent it to the groupchat once. You’re late, hyung.”
“Ah, Renjun sent it?” Jeno asks, his tongue peaking out of his mouth. “Good thing I didn’t show him.”
“You’d get in big trouble.”
“Just thinking about it is scary,” Jeno laughs.
“Why are you so bad at checking the chatroom?”
“I mean to check it,” Jeno says. “I just somehow…forget.”
“But you don’t forget to play games, right?” Jisung smiles. Jeno freezes, a bad liar. They make slow eye contact, and then laugh.
“Sorry,” Jeno says, but Jisung knows nothing will change. That’s okay.
“What’s funny is sometimes we have to have Mark hyung check on you to see whether or not you’re alive, even though we live together.”
“You could come to my room,” Jeno suggests.
“But you don’t sleep well. We don’t want to disturb you.”
“Ah…” Jeno says. “You could call.”
“We could,” Jisung agrees, and it’s quiet for some time.
“Hyung,” he asks suddenly, getting nervous. “I’ve been curious about this. How does being in heat feel?”
He asks it casually, hoping it won’t sound too strange, too perverted. He’s just curious, in a purely scientific way. It’s not as if he’s ever gone through one, or ever will.
“Heat?” Jeno asks, tapping away at his phone. Fuck. This is already so embarrassing. He regrets asking.
“Ah, you mean…” Jeno realizes. He hits a few buttons and locks his phone, flipping himself onto his side to look at Jisung.
“It really hurts,” Jeno says, wincing as he says it, like just talking about it is painful. “It feels like...Imagine someone taking a spoon and scraping out your insides with it.”
Jisung feels himself shudder. He’s never felt it but the description is brutal enough that he has sympathy pains just thinking about it. There’s a phantom spoon in his stomach that won’t let up.
“Christ,” he says.
“Yeah,” Jeno says, and picks his phone back up.
“What’s a rut like?” Jeno asks, eyes not leaving his phone. Jisung shrugs.
“Nothing like that. It doesn’t hurt...It just feels like you’re really hot. Y-your body is really hot and your heart beats really fast.” Jisung says, and Jeno laughs.
“What?” Jisung asks, nervous.
“I like your description. It’s so G-rated.” Jisung doesn’t know what to say, his mouth opening and closing.
“You know how Jaemin explained it to me?” Jeno asks, smiling devilishly.
“How?” Jisung asks. He feels scared somehow.
“He said it feels like if you don’t fuck someone immediately, you’re gonna die.” Jeno laughs. Jisung bursts out laughing too. He catches a hint of something in the air as he does so, sweet like vanilla, like a bakery. .
“Is he wrong, Jisung-ah?” Jeno sucks in air through his teeth skeptically. “You made it sound much more innocent, though.”
“He’s not wrong,” Jisung laughs, his cheeks coloring. “But you left some stuff out of your description, too.”
“Everyone already knows about that part,” Jeno says. “But not everyone knows about the gory details.”
“Right, right,” Jisung shudders. “The spoon.”
“It’s a big spoon, Jisung.” Jeno says, his eyes big and serious and not joking at all.
“I was worried when you presented. I felt bad that you went back alone.” Jisung says, picking at the pilled fabric on the sheets, his phone forgotten. It was on 11% anyway. Jeno shakes his head.
“That was so embarrassing.” Jeno sighs.
“We didn’t think so. We just felt sorry. It must have been hard to deal with.”
“Yeah…” Jeno says, his ears turning red.
“What is it?” Jisung asks.
“It was...It was okay. When Mark hyung followed me to the bathroom he gave me a kiss and let me keep his jacket,” Jeno mumbles, refusing to make eye contact.
“I think it helped a lot. So it was okay.” he finishes.
“Pack leader pheromones,” Jisung nods. “Sorry you had to debut with so many alphas.” That makes Jeno laugh, shove Jisung a bit.
“I forgive you guys.”
For a while, they don’t talk. Jisung plugs his phone in next to the bed and watches some video about what would happen if the sun exploded in 2050, and the only thing that distracts him is how Jeno keeps shifting around like he can’t get comfortable.
“Do you want a pillow or something, hyung?” Jisung asks, and sees Jeno’s eyebrows are furrowed.
“No,” Jeno says, distracted, deciding to try laying on his back for the fifth time. Jisung doubts it’ll be any more comfortable than the last time.
Ten minutes later, Jeno sits straight up and gasps, frozen in place for a second before he throws himself off the bed and runs out of the room.
Jisung blinks for a moment, taken aback and struggling to process what just happened. Why did he run out like that ? He thinks, only to find the sweet smell from earlier is stronger, more vivid, his nose taking him to the source, which is-
Where Jeno was sitting, the tiniest wet spot on Jisung’s comforter.
Jeno’s slick.
As if possessed, Jisung feels himself lean down, tongue out, and lick the wet fabric. The flavor of it makes him groan out loud, and he’s hard almost instantly, his blood rushing south so fast that he feels hot and dizzy.
So that’s why he ran away. He didn’t want to make a mess on Jisung’s bed, hadn’t expected his heat to come today.
Jisung feels himself stand up through the haziness of his mind, shaking his head to clear his thoughts.
He’s back, mostly levelheaded, and he needs to make sure Jeno is okay. This isn’t the way this normally goes, and Jeno had looked shocked too. He must need help.
He finds Jeno’s door slightly ajar, the scent of him almost a visual trail. He hears Jeno whimper as he pushes the door open, finds that he’s still totally clothed, hoodie and sweatpants on as he holds his stomach.
“Oh, hyung,” Jisung breathes, fighting past the scent of it all to help him. When Jisung gets close enough, Jeno pulls him down on top of him to hug him the same way he hugged Renjun in the van before.
Jisung groans, but despite his instincts it’s hard to be completely turned on when someone is in such visible distress. Especially an omega. Especially an omega he cares so much about.
“No, hyung. Come on,” Jisung says gently, untangling Jeno’s limbs and pulling them away. Jeno whines. He looks pale and sick.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” Jisung says, grabbing for the waistband of Jeno’s sweatpants to pull them down his legs.
Jeno nods quickly at that, clearly onboard, and it’s not until they stay stuck to Jeno’s skin instead of sliding down that Jisung realizes they’re soaked, drenched in Jeno’s sweat and slick.
It catches him off guard, and his breath catches in his throat, but he persists, pulling harder at the fabric. He hears Jeno sigh in relief when the air hits the wetness on his legs, cooling him down.
And Jisung can’t help it, not after the incident in his room, so he leans down and sniffs the pants where they’re soaked. His head spins.
Jeno whines, shudders.
“Jisung-ah,” he whispers. Jisung has never heard him sound like this, not ever. “It really hurts.”
And for Jeno to admit it, it must be absolutely dreadful.
Jisung leans down and kisses him. It’s too gentle a kiss for the situation, but Jisung’s heart hurts.
“I’ve got you, hyung,” he says, forehead to forehead with him. “What happened?”
“It’s a bad one. Usually my body gives me more warning, but this was so…”
“Sudden?”
“Yeah,” Jeno nods, tilting Jisung’s jaw down slightly for another kiss.
“Sorry,” he says. Jisung shakes his head.
“No, no, hyung. Let’s um...Let’s get this hoodie off, okay?” Jeno obediently lifts his arms, and despite getting slightly stuck in the neckhole for a moment, he’s shirtless soon after.
“Jisung-ah,” Jeno says, pawing at Jisung’s chest. “Thank you. If you want to go, do it now. Having an alpha around makes it worse if they’re not helping.”
Jisung nuzzles into the crook of Jeno’s neck, hesitating.
“...Do you want help?” he asks shyly. Jeno tenses.
“Jisung, you-“
“I can help you, hyung. I’ll take care of you.” he says. There’s a tense moment of silence as Jeno contemplates it, and he’s shaking from the pain, trembling against Jisung while he shuts his eyes in thought. Jisung thinks Jeno has more self control than anyone else in the world.
“Is it weird?” Jeno asks, considerate til the end. He sounds a little self conscious, vulnerable, and Jisung hates it, especially when Jeno looks so beautiful.
“Not at all,” Jisung says, and leans down to kiss him again, pressing his whole clothed body down against Jeno so he has the pressure to ground him through what must be so many sensations.
Jeno moans into his mouth, loud but muffled, and Jisung feels such a strong wave of desire that it shocks him.
He’s never felt anything like it before, not even in ruts, and as nervous as he is and as inexperienced as he is in dealing with heats, it’s a reminder that his body wants to help him help Jeno. It’s reassuring.
“What do you need me to do?” Jisung asks, placing a peck on the hot skin of Jeno’s neck.
“Whatever you can,” Jeno says. “No pressure,” he adds, even though they both know there’s a lot of it. Jeno winces after that, his teeth clenched.
Jisung doesn’t have a lot of experience, so he works his way up. He reaches into Jeno’s boxers and starts jerking him off while they make out. Jeno’s all wet for him, must have been leaking from the moment his heat hit, and the slide is easy. It’s not scary, because he knows Jeno. He can’t be nervous when all he can think about is how badly he wants to make Jeno feel good.
Jisung twists his wrist and Jeno’s body presses up against him, wanting so much more friction than is possible, whining in pleasure and pain, kissing Jisung to distract himself from the latter.
Jeno moves, desperate, and Jisung gives him space so Jeno can pull his boxers down, kick them off.
“I’m so hot,” Jeno breathes, panting. “It’s too hot,” Jisung frowns, returning to his task of getting Jeno off the second Jeno clutches at him, needy again.
Jeno whimpers, suddenly reaching down. Jisung’s curiosity bewitches him, forcing him to watch the path of Jeno’s hand as Jeno lifts his legs up, circling his entrance with two fingers before he pushes them in. He’s soaking wet, and they slide in so easily.
There’s a filthy sound as they sink all the way in, and the sweet smell of him is stronger than ever. As he watches, Jisung realizes suddenly that he’s stopped breathing.
Jeno moans, loud and drawn out, the relief at being filled in some way clearly immense. Jeno pushes them in and out, and the way they disappear inside of Jeno and re-emerge, glistening and wet, makes Jisung’s brain bounce around in his head like a ping pong ball.
“Hyung, could I-?” Jisung says, looking into Jeno’s eyes as he gently grabs the wrist of Jeno’s busy hand and pulls his fingers out of him slowly.
“I want to do it,” Jisung says, and Jeno shudders. Jisung watches more slick pool at that, sliding down Jeno’s skin like raindrops on a window. The sheets are already a mess and they’re going to get worse.
Jeno nods, pleading, and Jisung tries to replicate what he saw, the circling, the slow press.
Jeno’s head goes back as Jisung’s fingers enter. He thrashes a bit, his mouth hanging open, and Jisung watches his face as he curls his fingers.
“God,” Jeno groans, primal. “Your fingers are bigger than mine, Jisung-ah,”
Jeno is so tight around him, so impossibly hot inside. Jisung can’t believe how he feels, keeps moving his fingers in and out in disbelief.
“It’s okay?” Jisung says, keeping the slow pace he has. Jeno nods, eyes shut tight.
“Faster, I need- Oh, Jisung, can you do it faster? Please,” Jeno begs, though he doesn’t need to. Jisung worries about hurting him, cautious in his movements.
Alphas are supposed to take charge at times like these, just know what to do, but Jisung would rather make sure Jeno’s okay. He loves him, after all. He can admit that.
He increases the speed, building up to it. Jeno’s noises are so gorgeous, so breathy and stacatto, like Jisung’s fucking them right out of him. It’s so hot to be so in control of Jeno’s body, to make him sound like this.
Jeno reaches down to jerk himself off, frantic as he is, and Jisung can feel how Jeno’s muscles start to contract tighter around his fingers.
“Jisung,” Jeno says shakily, uselessly trying to keep a little composure.
“Yeah, hyung?” Jisung says. Jeno whimpers.
“I’m so close. Please, please,” he begs, and Jisung manages to speed up, fingering him hard in spite of an aching wrist, anything to get Jeno some relief.
Besides, he suddenly feels the need to see how Jeno looks when he comes so badly he could just die. It’s intense, taking care of an omega in a heat. Everything is so overwhelming and the stakes are so high.
Jeno’s stomach muscles tense and relax in waves and Jisung knows he’s so close, so close, almost there, and he leans down and bites at the sensitive skin of his inner thigh where his slick has made the skin sticky.
The feeling of Jisung’s teeth sinking into his skin pushes Jeno over the edge and his back arches, hips twitching.
He makes the most gorgeous sounds as he fucks down on Jisung’s fingers, slutty moans like he can’t even help himself, like he’s an animal. He comes so much, ropes of white landing on his stomach. As he stares, Jisung feels something warm spill down his wrist. It’s Jeno’s slick, so much of it that it soaks the sheets. Fuck.
Jeno stays tensed for a long time, his orgasm unrelenting, and then his muscles relax a bit. He pants, and Jisung removes his fingers slowly to give him a second.
“Are you okay?” Jisung asks, throbbing in his jeans. God. Jeno gives him a weak thumbs up before he takes a deep breath, sits up.
“Jisung,” Jeno says, looking apologetic. “I- I think I need-"
"Anything, hyung," Jisung says, feeling a foreign kind of certainty. This is his job now, to take care of Jeno no matter what. He signed on for this, knew it would be no small undertaking, and now that he's seen how gorgeous Jeno can look underneath him, has heard the sounds he can make. Well, there's no turning back now.
"I need you inside me. I can't keep going like this. I need more." Jisung swallows hard at that, but really, it was to be expected.
"You mean- You want me to fuck you, hyung?" Jisung asks. It comes out a bit too sweet, almost a comical combination of tone and words. Jeno moans at the question alone.
"Please, please, please," he begs. He's breathing heavy again, and the heat must be coming back again, making his skin burn, his insides twist.
Jisung looks at Jeno's entrance, trying to see if he needs more prep, frowns.
"You're not ready yet," he says. "Just give me another minute to prepare you, okay?" he says gently. Jeno nods, biting his lip.
"I don't need too much prep, though. My body will make it happen. You don't have to-" Jeno starts to say, but then he sees Jisung's face, and stops.
"Are you okay?" he asks. "This is a lot, I know. I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be so needy, I just-"
"No, it's okay. I really just don't want to hurt you is all." Jeno smiles at that, kisses him.
"It'll be hard to hurt me when I'm like this, I promise. The only thing that hurts is my heat," Jeno says, and then winces, right on cue. He grits his teeth.
"God, it burns," Jeno says.
That makes Jisung hurry, dragging his fingers around in Jeno's slick for a moment to lube them up so he can finger Jeno some more, stretch him further before he- God, before he fucks him. It's insane to even think about. He wishes he had known this would be happening when he woke up this morning. He could have used a little more time to adjust to the idea.
Jeno moans as he inserts his fingers, slow and steady, still cautious even though Jeno has reassured him. He scissors them a bit, just to keep Jeno from getting shocked at the stretch. This is about where they'd been when Jeno came.
Jisung slides them out, getting them wetter before he adds another finger. He goes slow, watches as Jeno's mouth opens in a silent yell, hands curling in the sheets.
"Is it okay?" Jisung asks, just as Jeno tries to fuck himself down harder on the fingers.
"It's so good," Jeno gasps. "So good. Jisung, please. You're teasing me now. I want you. Please. Please? Don't be mean. Please. I can't wait anymore," Jeno says, and Jisung kisses Jeno’s shin, lifts himself up.
"Okay," Jisung says. "How-"
"Let me ride you?" Jeno asks. "It'll be good, I promise. You can take a break from doing the work. I'm so ready," Jeno says, and how could Jisung say no to that?
"Lay down, Jisung-ah," Jeno says, and Jisung does. They switch places, and Jeno crawls over Jisung, kissing him. Jisung's hands naturally go down to grab at his ass, palming it. He didn't even realize how hot their height difference was until now, seeing Jeno look smaller than him even as he cages Jisung in.
Jeno kisses down Jisung's neck, goes lower and lower.
"God, why are your clothes still on?" Jeno whines, pawing at Jisung's layers. Jisung laughs nervously at that, sits up to pull them off. Jeno groans at the sight of him shirtless, and it makes Jisung shy.
Jeno palms him through his pants, leaning forward to kiss at his neck, at his collarbone. Jisung gasps. Jeno's lips are so hot on his skin, like they might burn. It feels maddeningly good.
Jeno pulls his pants and boxers down, leans down to take Jisung in his mouth without a second thought. It’s too much sensation all at once. Jisung cries out, doesn't know where to put his hands.
"Hyung," he groans, interrupting himself to pant. Jeno bobs his head and it's a little too risky. Jisung can't afford to come this early. Jisung gently pulls him up, cupping his cheek.
"It's too good, hyung." he says, reassuring Jeno when he sees the nervous look in his eyes. "It'll be over too soon if you do that,"
"Okay," Jeno nods, obedient. That makes a heat settle under Jisung's skin. That’s right, isn’t it? Jeno would want to obey, wouldn’t he? What a sweet little omega he is, so pretty and so good, and-
"Alpha?” Jeno asks, getting Jisung’s attention. “Can I-?” he tries to ask, but the use of that name makes Jisung snap, pulling Jeno in close to kiss him hard, sitting up with his back straight so he can hold Jeno up.
Jeno gasps at that, grabbing Jisung's dick and positioning it at his entrance, sliding it across his hole to get it wet enough before he sinks down.
The heat of Jeno's body, the unbelievable wetness of it...It's hard to take, and all Jisung can do, shaking from the effort of holding back, is groan over and over right into Jeno's mouth, rubbing at his hips with his thumbs.
When Jeno is fully seated, he makes a high breathy sound, moving his hips in minute circles.
"You're so big," he says, kissing Jisung again. Jisung feels crazy, reduced to a wild animal by need.
"Hyung, you feel so good. I can't-"
"I'm gonna move, okay? Gonna ride you properly." Jeno says, and god, Jisung's inside him, feels himself twitch while Jeno’s body squeezes around him. He nods dumbly, swallowing hard as he feels Jeno's hands settle firmly on his shoulders.
Jeno lifts himself, starting a slow pace. The tight heat is amazing, makes Jisung's eyes shut and his head fall back against the headboard. Jeno couldn't be any closer than he already is and yet Jisung wants him endlessly closer.
The pace is good, but Jisung just gets hungrier as time passes, more desperate as Jeno moves faster and faster. It’s almost teasing, just shy of enough but not really what he needs. He needs more of him, needs him faster. His hips lift up, thrusting hard into Jeno and catching him off guard. There's so much slick that it's gotten loud, the sounds of their skin slapping together, and it's all over the tops of Jisung's thighs.
With strength he didn't know he possessed, Jisung flips them over. The bed creaks dangerously, and Jeno gasps as Jisung pushes in again, rougher than before. Jisung can’t hold back anymore, fucks Jeno like a machine, like he can’t even keep up with his own body.
Jeno moans so loud, over and over, and it satisfies something deep inside him, knowing he's pleasing his omega, this animalistic sex, the way neither of them can even pretend to be civilized anymore as they give in to their primal needs.
Jisung realizes a little too late that he can't pull out all the way anymore, his knot swelling. He'd been so caught up in the sensation of it all, Jeno's sounds and the smell of him. He'd forgotten about this part, and it's okay, because Jeno can't get pregnant or anything, but it's still so-
"Ah, I'm sorry, hyung," Jisung breathes. "I wasn't paying attention. I-"
"God, no, Jisung," Jeno says. "I want it so bad. It's so good, don't even worry. I want you to fill me up so bad."
"Oh, hyung. How can you talk like that?" Jisung groans, feeling himself less and less able to pull out. He won't last much longer now, between Jeno's clenching and his filthy words.
"So good," Jeno pants. "Please, I can't wait anymore. I need it. Please come inside me, I want it," Jeno begs, and Jisung somehow finds it in himself to speed up even more, short and hard thrusts that jar Jeno's body, move him up the mattress. There's a few moments of burning muscles that hurt almost too much to keep going, and then Jisung comes, groaning loudly as he fills Jeno up completely.
Jeno actually smiles at the feeling, so naughty and shameless now. Jisung can't remove himself at this point, knot as swollen as it is, so he repositions them slightly to get Jeno off, pumping his cock until his back arches and he clenches hard around Jisung.
"So good," Jeno keeps babbling as he comes down from it. "So good, so…” he says, and then stops, takes Jisung’s hand and pushes his fingers into his mouth, humming around them. Jisung thrusts up, the little that he can, groaning weakly.
“Ah, hyung.” he breathes. He doesn’t know what to say, really. Jeno looks all relaxed and fucked out, pleased like a well fed cat.
“Jisung-ah,” he whines. “You’ve spoiled me. How am I ever going to get through a heat alone now that I know how good it- how good you can feel.”
Jisung almost wants to tell Jeno to please stop talking, because the things he’s saying are going to make him hard again and he doesn’t know if he’ll survive. Jeno will need a few more rounds of this, and they need all the rest they can get, but if he keeps saying those things…
“Who…” Jisung starts to say, feeling shy, despite everything. “Who says you’d need to?”
“Mm?” Jeno hums, tilting his head curiously. “What do you mean?”
“I mean...I could do this for you, if you wanted me to, I mean.”
“Are you saying you’ll help me with my heats from now on, Jisung-ah?” Jeno asks, nibbling absentmindedly on Jisung’s pointer finger.
“If you’d like me too then- I- Yeah, hyung. Of course.”
“Good,” Jeno breathes, looking a little tired but relieved too. “You feel so good inside of me, like you were meant to be there,” and maybe it’s just nonsense and Jeno is babbling from exhaustion and his hormones and their physical proximity. Jisung feels a little out of it too, isn’t sure how he even found the courage to offer himself to Jeno like that.
But he hopes Jeno means it, clenching around Jisung’s knot, full of his cum. Jisung leans down to kiss him, and Jeno tilts his jaw to accept him easily.
Jeno’s laugh makes Jisung pull away.
“What is it?” he smiles. Jeno rubs a hand up and down Jisung’s chest.
“You know this is far from over, right? You have your work cut out for you,” Jeno says.
“I think I can handle it,” Jisung says, really meaning it. He thinks he can, though he isn’t sure. There’s only one way to find out, after all. Jeno pushes Jisung’s hair back but gravity demands it come back down.
“I’m glad it was you, Jisung-ah. You’re a brat sometimes but...you’re sweet to me.” Oh. Jisung feels his heart pound at that. He doesn’t know what to say, so he just kisses at Jeno’s cheek, at his jawline, his neck. He feels his swelling go down, looks up at Jeno who nods as he slowly tries to pull out.
It’s a mess, a pool of Jeno’s slick and Jisung’s cum that gets everywhere. Jisung groans, tired just looking at it. It’s a lot to clean up. Jeno’s hole clenches at the emptiness, and Jeno whines.
“Don’t bother,” he says, seeing Jisung eyeing the mess. Jisung looks up at him.
“It’s just going to get worse,” he laughs, and Jisung joins him, cutting off their laughter with a kiss.