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The purple hue of light casts a shadow on him as he stands in front of this small house. It's a relatively simple one especially considering its occupant, a one story, one bedroom sort of dwelling. Humble, if that word could ever be used for its current owner, although the only reason he got it was because he forcefully claimed it from a lower, weaker demon.

Jinu sighs, there's a temper with this one. It's not his role to keep him in line, has never been, but there's a part of him that can't help but look after him anyway. So he checks up on him from time to time, offers his company when it is permitted and invites him to reap souls just because. And he’ll be honest, sometimes it’s amusing to rile up the bratty demon just with his presence alone.

Sometimes the fledgling demon comes to him, usually when Jinu is out and about, on the ground ideating new writings, when he’s tuning out his bipa as he tries to replicate a new song he’s heard from up above, finding solace in his company and vice versa.

Even so, while it’s not uncommon to keep to yourself around here, this one has a knack for shutting people out with his foul mouth, unafraid to back up his threats with violence if the need calls for it. Other than that, this reaper is impassive, almost nonchalant to a fault if his temper isn't challenged.

Mournfully, Jinu knocks on the door, a half-beat to three notes, bracing himself for whatever the demon brat has in store for him.

What greets him instead is the door opening only slightly, the barest minimum for Beon-hee's head to pop out, slithered eyes hard and glaring, shiny gold the only thing that's practically visible from the shadows hiding the rest of the demon.

"What do you want."

Oh no.

Already, Jinu feels immensely tired. 

He's about to say never mind and come visit another day when the scent fully hits him. Agitated, angry, and definitely sassier than usual. There's also the stench of dried semen. He wrinkles his nose in disgust. Even from outside it's palpable now that he's noticed it.

The older demon steps away, two steps back. Actually, make that four. He has enough decorum to not pinch his nose by instinct whenever there’s a strong smell, but finds that…. it’s quite pleasant actually, besides the smell of semen. It's only then that the realization hits. Pheromones.

"You're in rut." Jinu says instead of a greeting, more in awe than anything else.

The younger demon squints at him, glaring at him hard and long before his expression slowly shifts, suspicion turning into understanding.

"Is that what this is? What the fuck."

It’s appalling that he doesn't even realize it himself.

Beon-hee's confusion is an awfully endearing sight. Turning into a demon is never easy, and the list of changes you have to adjust to from being formerly human is neverending. The growing patterns after your deal, your skin turning purple and eyes gold, your hands turning into that of talons, a set of fangs growing out of your teeth, the powers you gain and hone are just the beginning, all the while growing used to the role of a jeoseung saja.

Then, in the next ten years or so, your body changes, adjusting for a secondary gender until you finally present.

It's been 50 years since Beon-hee's turned into a demon, and nothing has happened to him since. Not until now. It’s his first rut.

Of course he'd be rattled at the sudden changes.

It's not ideal, but in efforts to alleviate the air, Jinu releases a bit of his pheromones. He's been told his scent has a calming effect. His scent is likened to a Pu'erh tea with notes of cocoa, a deep earthy aroma, often linked with the damp forest floor after a morning drizzle.

He's pleasantly smug when he sees Beon-hee's shoulder drop slightly. It works.

With that, Jinu pushes the door more open to get a better view of the demon, and he looks terrible. Disheveled form, messy teal blue hair, eyes bloodshot, reddened cheeks and his mouth open, like he’s only just trying to not gasp for air to not seem more broken down than he already is. He looks like he's been crying.

A visible tremor runs through Beon-hee's body, and Jinu winces in sympathy for him.

"It is.” Jinu confirms, his shoulders drooping considerably. “Unfortunately, there's no other way to deal with it but to get through it. But, it is easier if you have an omega, or even a beta—"

"No." If the young demon looks bad before, he looks absolutely frazzled now. "Don't get anyone." His words are a warning, already snarling, daring Jinu to challenge him. Just like any other proud alpha would be like. The bravado does nothing to intimidate him, Jinu only rolls his eyes.

"It's only an option, I’m trying to help."

"I don't care. Don't get anyone, that's an order." And then the door slams shut in his face. 

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It takes Jinu a few seconds to take in what just happened.

A vein throbs into his head, at the audacity. Ruthlessly spoiled and bratty to this day since his days as a royal, it's no wonder he doesn't trust any demon to spend his first rut with. Beon-hee is awfully rude even when he doesn't try.

"Fine. Be like that then and suffer." Jinu snarks back at the door, stomping away before disappearing in a puff of smoke. He'll come back after a few days once he's suffered through it to teach him a lesson. Rub it in his face that it could've been so much easier.

Jinu comes back the next day, because of course he does. 

Don't get him wrong, he'd be happy to leave the fledgling demon to suffer through his first rut without any help, guidance, or at least any offer of nutrients, but there's that gnawing sense of guilt urging him, to at least check and see if the younger reaper hasn't gone on a rampage already in his alpha-induced crazed. It's an annoyingly common occurrence in this realm.

Jinu thinks that, and yet if Beon-hee had thrown a rampage, he and a dozen other demons in a ten-mile radius would have known right away.

It doesn't matter. He just wants to check.

It's after his third knock and calling that Jinu finds himself concerned. Ruts are never easy, especially without a partner, but surely Beon-hee can handle himself fine.

The scent permeating through the air is stronger now. Agitated, angry….. Lonely.

Maybe he should have been kinder. Because now he feels bad about his treatment the day earlier. Jinu knows how bad it can get when you don't have anyone or anything to help you through it. To add to that, Beon-hee probably doesn't know much about it, considering how little he cares about the subject when it gets brought up.

Well, he’s trying. To be better, at least. This time he has a basket full of food, human food. Demons don’t require food the way humans do, but it helps with the ache, a familiar comfort of life from before. It helps with satiating that gnawing hunger looking for souls. 

And finding souls has become a lot harder to harvest nowadays anyway.

He knocks on the door again. This time it takes a set of knocks, a staccato of three, four knocks per set, before the door opens again.

“What?

Beon-hee looks at him, none too pleased. His chest visibly rises and falls heavily like he’s ran ten kilometers in the mountains. Mostly jacked off more like. 

Jinu puts on his best smile.

“Feeling better?”

The demon scowls at him, and promptly shuts the door at his face. He’s at least predictable in that regard. 

Another day then.

He leaves the basket of food by his doorstep.

On the third day, Jinu comes back again. And again, and again, and again. 

(He finds that his baskets of confections are always taken, so atleast)

It’s irrational, all this fussing, especially since Jinu’s an alpha himself. Alphas shouldn’t even be near each other when in rut, and it’s a miracle in itself that Beon-hee hasn’t mauled him at this point, but he can’t help but worry. 

It’s strange. Usually it’d have subsided by now, ruts usually last from a few days up to a week, but from his last check Beon-hee still looks just as bad as when he first saw him.

Maybe it comes with the late presenting taking decades longer than it should, and now that it’s here it has hit the younger demon at full blast. Aside from that, Jinu wonders when was the last time the little alpha has been able to reap souls. The reach of the hunters grows stronger with every generation, and with it their feast lessens even moreso than before. Their proud king is slow to hunger but not anger. His needless prattling has become so much more irritating than usual.

This new age isn’t doing any of them any favors, especially not with this special case with Beon-hee. 

Jinu bristles from where he stands. The other reapers have pointed out his soft spot for the baby reaper, how he’s taken to looking out for him and inviting him out on harvesting for human souls. It’s not uncommon for a fellow to teach the new ropes to the new ones, but this is more than that. Or atleast, that’s what the others say, and Jinu thinks that’s plain silly. He is not spoiling Beon-hee.

And anyway, he’s just trying to help out, with supplies and drinks and food that anyone in ruts or heats would usually forget about. He’s being helpful.

Mind made up, this time Jinu doesn't hesitate with slamming the door open after his knocks are ignored, partly to announce his presence, partly out of spite.

"Beon-hee, hi again, I just need to— oh."

From the corner, he spots the books and trinkets knocked off from the bookshelf and down to the floor. He knows how much the demon treasures his trinkets, going so far as to risk his life in a spar with hunters just to acquire them as souvenirs.

The little furniture he has left are littered like scattered remains, thrown chairs and framed paintings astray, and in the center of the living room, is the newly presented alpha, huddled on himself, using his own robes as a makeshift blanket. Too tired and desperate to even take care of himself. It's a pitiful sight.

Jinu rushes to help immediately, taking the throw blanket from the wooden couch cushioned with thick padding. He lays it over the fledgling demon's form, uncaring that the other could bite him for it when he touches his head. Feverishly warm.

"Oh, you poor thing."

Unfocused eyes finally take notice of him, those shiny golds looking up. Beon-hee lifts his head up.

"Jinu?"

How unfair. His undead heart is no match to such a sight.

"Did you not move from yesterday? Have you been here all day?"

Beon-hee doesn't bother to give him a proper reply, choosing to grunt grumpily instead, tucking his face in his arms as if that would make him disappear, his every movement lethargic.

Jinu cradles Beon-hee's neck, delighting at how the younger demon leans into his touch despite the strong pheromones he's admitting, when it would have shooed away any other alpha from a longer distance, either he must be that desperate to be touched, or Beon-hee doesn't hate him as much as he claims.

"And here I thought you'd be an omega, given how adorable you are. What a shame." He can't help but tease, voice delicate like velvet.

The younger demon snarls at him, baring his teeth as purple patterns glow awry. Of course he'd be offended at that. Still of sound mind then. Good. Still, Jinu can't help but coo over him, petting at the poor pup's head, relishing at the way the little alpha seems to like it, feeling oddly like a feral cat has chosen to imprint on him.

"I take it that….. taking care of yourself isn't that satisfying?"

Beon-hee groans, louder. Jinu can't help but laugh at him for it. He taps a finger at the tip of his nose, much similar to how he would do it to his familiar, Derpy.

The light in Jinu's eyes disappears almost immediately, turning serious.

"Listen to me, Beon-hee. You've presented as an alpha, and a rut exemplifies your very instincts, the urge to dominate, to consume, a need to claim, an overwhelming drive to breed. And it'll last for days, longer if you don't find yourself someone to take it out on. We have… not a system per say, but you can make pacts with demons, omegas, betas, alphas, an agreement with that person, to help you with this, in return to helping them with theirs. There are also….. pleasure houses, I'm sure you've passed by some of them."

He’s explained this time and time again, even mentioned familiar names or desirable omegas within the realm, that would be more than elated even, with helping Beon-hee out on this sort of thing. But time and time again, he gets shut out, threatened more on. He doesn’t want anyone near him in this state.

And yet he opens his doors to Jinu anyway.

Gold eyes dilate, seemingly unfocused. Clawed talons start scratching at the floorboards relentlessly. Jinu takes it as a good sign to continue.

"….Why are you here?" Beon-hee says, as if he's never heard of anything Jinu just said, shutting his eyes closed as another oncoming headache rushes through him. Honestly.

"I was supposed here to take you on a reaping mission days ago. But I can't exactly leave you alone now, can I?" Jinu tries to be firm with his statement, before a tired sigh comes out of him, looking at the mess around him. "It's better to get help from an omega about this. You know that much right?"

"I want this out of my system. Permanently." 

"You're a demon now, you can't just. Opt out of biology entirely. Let me help you find someone."

"No."

Stubborn, ill-mannered, and overall, ungrateful. Frustration blooms, stirring inside Jinu’s gut. And yet he has no desire to leave anyway, as stale the air is, as much as it hurts his head to stay any longer cooped up in this house shrouded in the younger's aroma.

"Come on, demons aren't all inherently bad." Jinu finds himself saying, unsure if he believes it himself. "If anything, I should be worried for whoever you'd be paired up with." he laughs in hopes to lighten the mood.

Beon-hee doesn't say anything, but the long stare he gives speaks for itself. Okay, he deserves that one. The younger demon looks antsy like he's raring for a fight or scream and shout, unable to stay in place, but his next words are soft, vulnerable.

"I don't want anyone else coming through that door." Glassy eyes finally seem to focus, locking with his to make a point. "You can stay, leave, whatever. I don't care."

And yet you trust me? Jinu doesn't say. 

He sighs, long and loud. There is another….. unconventional way that he’s taken part in. Maybe it's because it's been eons since he became a demon, but he finds that route unbecoming purely for the sake of his own pride and selfishness now that he’s past it, never one to volunteer to take it in return, only deciding to take, and take and take from others. So far, no one seems to complain anyway.

But then he looks at this newly presented pup, a small thing so in need of comfort.

A spoiled little thing, he always thinks. Jinu doesn't think he's ever met a demon so happy to be here when they first come under. Cackling, loud and jarring, a little endearing, always quick to jump and terrorize any demon that comes his way. It's depressing in its own rite, how an afterlife spent down in hell seems like freedom to this particular demon. Or maybe it's a front as well, the young reaper is very private when it comes to his past.

Tears start to pool in the corner of Beon-hee's eyes, matching the patterns rolled along his skin, and suddenly, Jinu's decision comes easy to him. 

"Okay," Jinu looks into gold eyes as he takes a deep breath, removing his gat, slipping off his jeonbok vest. It's too hot in here anyway. "What if you have me instead?"

It’s strange. Beon-hee always had a tendency to stare for too long for anyone's comfort, in a way it feels as though he's staring into your very soul. Jinu likes to think he isn't all that squeamish, not anymore, but there's something about Beon-hee's eyes that makes him unsure of himself.

"What?"

His mouth feels dry. Already, a bloom of pink rushes to his cheeks.

"I… can let you, take me. Just enough that you feel better."

"Don't fuck with me." He says outright, shaking his head to himself. "You're not even… I don't even know how—" Beon-hee stops, losing his breath as he cringes, closing in on himself, hands not so subtly gripping at his crotch and abdomen. Jinu’s eyes narrow, taking in on the reaper’s form. He’s always been naturally stunted despite living in riches, but he seems….. Hungry. In every which way. 

Beon-hee also looks at him as if he’s just more than considering his words, sizing him up like fresh meat. He wants him too.

It stuns Jinu a little. fe tries to divert his attention, feeling embarrassed.

“Little reaper,” Jinu says, and Beon-hee looks up, eyes caught onto his as his chin is lifted up. 

“Let’s start with this.” Then, he hovers his lips over the younger demon’s mouth, and leans in.

Pink light spills from Jinu’s mouth as a shimmer of white orb of light slink through Beon-hee’s open mouth, swarming down to the hollow of his throat down to feed where his soul should be. Tears slip again from the corner of the little demon’s sight, a wet shuddery groan coming out of him. 

Feeding a fellow demon is sickeningly intimate in a way that leaves Jinu feeling hollow, but right now, satisfaction rolls in his gut at the sight of a stupefied baby demon before him, understanding dawning on his expression of what has been shared with him.

A hand grips at the hem of his sleeve, forceful. “More, give me more,” Beon-hee says, already addicted to what feels like an overwhelming feast, but it’s not the only thing his demon body soughts for. Then, his expression breaks, a miserable thing.

Jinu scrunches his nose, but his lips turn up at the corners.

“That’s not just what you need right now,” he purrs. 

“You stink.”

Beon-hee plops down on the bathroom tiles as Jinu shoves him into the shower. He's still panting, and desperate to have something to take the edge of, even if it’s just pleasuring himself with his own hand, but Jinu, for some reason, insists.

Jinu takes a step closer, and suddenly Beon-hee is covering himself, hugging onto his clothes tight, when the shower head bursts open and spills sizzling water down him, looking all like a wet cat with his drenched robes on him. 

Tentatively, he palms at the tent of his pants, not caring anymore. The view has Jinu glaring down on him from where he stands, a slight pout on him, trying to ignore the prominent shape of it. 

“Really?”

Beon-hee clicks his tongue, hair clinging wet to his skin. “Tch. You’re the one intruding. Either get out or get me off.”

It’s mostly meant to be a jest. For someone considered royalty, the fledgling demon has a crass range of vocabulary at his disposal, never thinking twice on whether or not to filter his words. 

It’s most likely a joke, because the new baby pup gets distraught when Jinu shrugs his own jeogori top off, red spilling into cheeks when Beon-hee stares up at him from where he sits. Now his hands are slipping into his baji trousers as those unblinking eyes roam at the skin revealed with every slip, at the lines and contours of his muscles, firm, peppy pecs when the whole top is taken off. 

Beon-hee has an overwhelming desire to grope at them.

“Have some shame.” Jinu snaps, moreso because the reaper’s eagerness is doing nothing but fraying at his nerves. 

Beon-hee’s about to snark back, an insult at the tip of his lips when Jinu crouches down to his level, fingers crooked on the seam of the other reaper's baji. Almost immediately, Beon-hee grips tight onto his trousers, pulling back and away from the older demon on the slippery floor.

“Wait,” hazy eyes sharpen, wild and frantic, “I can’t, you can’t, this is—”

Jinu doesn’t understand. 

“Beon-hee,” Jinu stresses. He’s nervous too. “Would you like to have me or not?”

This is so frustrating. Here Jinu is, laying himself bare and open to the flightful, snarky alpha to lend a hand. One moment he’s teasing and vulgar, the next he’s apprehensive. It’s always been like this with the fledgling demon, he just doesn’t understand.

He doesn't understand why he keeps leaning into his each and every touch anyway.

There’s a nagging reminder that this is an offer all of his own volition. He’s a highly regarded demon much to his own making who’s never had to bend down to anyone, not even Gwi-Ma, nowadays, yet here he is bending himself over for a newly presented demon brat. 

Maybe…. maybe he needs to help the young reaper relax. Teach him how to take the edge off.

Jinu leans over, his hand over Beon-hee’s, lips mouthing at the lobe of his ear, feeling vaguely like a slut. It’s been a while since he’s had to use his charms this way.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

Uncaring that he still has his trousers on himself, Jinu lays himself down on top of the younger demon, straddling his hips under the rain of shower. Their erections pressed face-to-face save for the layers on top of them both, it’s an indecent position that still puts shame to Jinu, especially for being the one on top, but that’s easily forgotten once he watches Beon-hee breathe in, breathe out a soft exhale, arms wrapping tight around his waist to pull him closer, encouraging him to grind down. 

So that’s what he does. 

Jinu sways and rolls his hips, digging deep into their frottage in slow, measured movements. It doesn’t take long before he mashes their dicks together with no rhythm in mind. Just mindless, erratic, grinding in sharp succeeding rolls. 

At first Jinu grabs onto Beon-hee by his shoulders, then he snakes his arms around his neck to gently bury the boy’s head into his collarbones, resting his face on the top of his head as hot shower streams down on them, soaking all over their skin and trousers wet. 

Beon-hee seems to enjoy it as much as he does, maybe even more than that. Because then he starts whining, a low rumbling sound similar to that of a pup, gasping as he flinches into an upright position, hitting Jinu on his chin with his head.

“Ow!” He exclaims, but he tries to keep going anyway. Beon-hee does not.

Hazy eyes look down in confusion, eyes half-lidded, mouth open as he’s about to complain, before his eyes widen in realization. Jinu lays a hand on top of the young demon’s crotch, stained wet and more stickier than the rest of him.

Jinu starts to grin, teeth showing. 

“Would you look at that,” he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing tone, “I got you off.”

Beon-hee snarls, moving his hands from Jinu’s waist to down, dipping down to his trousers, into his behind, groping at his ass. Carelessly, he yanks at Jinu’s undergarments, pulling tight and giving him a wedgie that causes Jinu to yelp.

“Fuck you,” he says. Jinu rolls his eyes. 

“Get to it then.” He snipes back. 

Goal forgotten, they start into a tussle, hands fumbling and grabbing each other’s hair as they quarrel. It’s a good enough distraction atleast, Jinu thinks. Because Beon-hee’s preoccupied enough that Jinu starts pawing at his front.

In no time at all, the baji and undergarments are shoved off, exposing the hard length of Beon-hee’s cock. To Jinu’s surprise and utter fright, it’s big. Long and thick, a definite seven-incher, and growing. It stands straight as it’s erect, and the sheer mass of it already has Jinu gulping. 

How…. how is he supposed to take that?

But there’s something else. Jinu holds the shaft of Baby, pumping him up and down, further down to his sacks, a hint of pride at causing a grunt from the usually so impassive demon, when his fingers hang deeper, something wet and deep, cavernous.

“Oh.” Jinu breathes out. 

That doesn’t make sense. Beon-hee is an alpha, that he’s fully sure of. The strong pheromones wafting through the small house screams nothing but alpha in rut, though his scent is noticeably warmer, creamier, sandalwood, but unmistakable. Beon-hee’s alpha scent is sandalwood. 

And yet, he has a cunt. 

It doesn’t make any sense. Only omegas and female demons have those. And Beon-hee has a cock to unmatch.

Jinu’s at a standstill, trying to puzzle on how to voice out his confusion when Beon-hee huffs tiredly.

“My deal. I wasn’t born with this.” Here, he grips his cock when Jinu’s own hand stills and is put away, though it’s more for demonstration than for pleasure, Beon-hee pinches at the slit to keep himself at bay. Nevermind. He gasps, throwing his head back, focusing on the shower pouring over his face, coursing through his cheeks in a breeze. The water soaks through his teal blue hair and the steam only accentuates his carefully crafted face, jaw sculpted sharp with a cute button nose that scrunches when he’s trying to collect his thoughts. Handsome and endlessly adorable in the same breath. It takes Jinu a second to realize he’s distracted. The hot shower on him barely helps with bringing him out of his stupor.

“Then…. does that mean you’ve had both after your deal?”

“No,” Beon-hee snorts at that. “I haven’t had this other one in decades. It only showed right around when I ‘presented’.” A few days ago then. Gold eyes narrow, a cold and lifeless radiant to them. “Gwi-Ma must think he’s a funny fuck.” His purple patterns flare a bright pink, and Jinu knows just how much every flicker burns, but Beon-hee barely even flinches.

No wonder he’s been so jumpy, it seems the world has been pulled under him like a rug.

The older demon purses his mouth, not saying anything. 

Jinu’s heard of tales similar to this. Women dressing up as men for protection, men dressing up as women to hide away from enlistment to war, men who pretend to be women to be fucked like one, those who dress up for no cause at all. All in all, Jinu realizes that there are very distinct differences. 

Who is he to judge, when he’s let men and women alike fuck him in that palace to survive, and now that's a demon himself?

Vaguely, it’s starting to make sense how Beon-hee is so distrusting of men and demons alike. He doesn’t like the picture it’s painting. Maybe they’re more alike than he thought. 

Jinu doesn’t say anything. Instead he moves to slide the baji all the way off in which Beon-hee lifts his hips up to help, more helpful than distrusting this time, enthralled as to what he’ll do as Jinu stares again right at his cock. 

Jinu turns the faucet to the shower off. Then, he tucks a stray hair to his ear, lowering his head down as both hands take a grip on the length, the head of the Beon-hee's cock still popping out in between within both his hands. Beon-hee grunts at his touch, moving to glide his hips in and out of the makeshift hole. 

Precum drips from the tip.

Jinu swallows the lump in his throat, so he starts it slow. He starts suckling at the tip, lapping up the precum that continues to drip, pumping him up and down along with Beon-hee's hips thrusting, enraptured as he watches it fuck the hole he’s made with his hands, hard and leaking and raring to go for more. Vaguely, he hears back sounds being held back. The prideful part of him wants to hear more of it.

Jinu lets go, one hand moving along to tease and touch the sacks underneath his cock, the other onto Beon-hee’s inner thigh to balance himself as Jinu hollows his mouth, closing his mouth around him as he goes in deeper and deeper, up and down then deeper, then back to it.

Beon-hee doesn’t react more than letting out inhales he’s been holding in, sucking in his breath a handful of times as he bites at his puffy lips. More than a few times, he’s unable to stop his gasps at the sensations. It makes Jinu wonder if this is the first time someone’s pleasured him this way. 

It’s a little exciting, makes him want to show off more of what he can do. 

Jinu deepthroats Beon-hee in one go, feeling that dick push past the ring of his throat that he gags a little, but pushes through with a whine, and within seconds there’s a flood of cum that flows through.

Oh. Oh god he's cumming already.

Jinu does his damndest to swallow it all, forces himself to not let go and to drink every drop, staring up at Beon-hee through it, hollowing his cheeks just so the reaper can see his dick throb along his cheeks, down his throat until he empties out.

Beon-hee keens.

“Fuck, fuck, that’s so good.” A groan, then suddenly, Beon-hee’s hands find its place on Jinu’s hair in the midst of it, pulling him onto his cock further as he swallows. The other one takes a hold of his neck, not choking, but his thumb pushes at the bulge on his skin with every move and to that he can only describe as lewd. So so lewd.

He might have let out a moan or two while he does it, but he’s trying not to think about that part. 

When he’s done, Jinu pulls off with a wet popping sound that makes him red and overly conscious of what he’s done. He can’t face Beon-hee after that, so he bows down further, mouthing at the sack of his balls as a distraction, hand moving to stroke the length of him, already hardening with his every movement.

Jinu lets out a whimper. Beon-hee is still ready to go after cumming twice already. Rationally, he should've expected this. But still.

“You’re still hard,” Jinu mutters, biting at his lip. He is not whining.

“I am.” Then Beon-hee stretches his back, reaching for his trousers. Jinu tries to stop him by instinct.

“What are you doing!”

Beon-hee makes a questioning sound. 

“Wha— I’m gonna fuck you!”

“...I. I know that! But—” Jinu grits his teeth, thoroughly red in the face. He’s sure now, and with his luck he’s probably blushing from his face down his chest, cursing at the heavens for making him the type to fluster with his whole body, making it more prominent across purple skin.

“I haven’t done it in a while… Not since.. not since I was human. I’m probably tight down there…. We need… something to open me up.”

It’s a clumsy excuse, but it isn’t a lie, presenting as alpha has done him favours at gaining the upper hand as a demon, but there might be a few times, just a short handful, when he’s feeling needy and vulnerable, where he uses his own fingers, trying to replicate that of a cock ramming through his hole to reach that weak spot inside that never fails to make him sing. 

But now that it’s happening, he feels out of field, not knowing what to do. A part of him absolutely terrified as he looks at the size of Beon-hee. 

Understanding dawns on Beon-hee’s expression, a seed of doubt still there as he pants, but he shrugs it off. He tucks Jinu close, having him lay his cheek in the space between his neck and shoulders, nosing at his hair, breathing it all in. This time, it's him being calmed down with the pup's scent.

“I have an idea.”

Beon-hee moves his hand from the small of his back to remove those trousers until it’s down his knees, and Jinu lets him. There’s a moment where Beon-hee seems to hesitate, mulling over whatever’s on his mind before he goes through with it. 

Beon-hee takes Jinu’s hands, moving it until it reaches past his dick and down his cunt, pushing in two sets of fingers, his and Jinu’s. Beon-hee squirms at every prod, and it’s wet, tight, and so so warm. Jinu can only moan, feeling gratified at being let in, and before he knows it he’s pulling back with the gathered slick on their fingers.

Beon-hee wants him to open Jinu up with his own wetness. Fuck.

Jinu gives a short nod, laying his weight entirely on the younger demon.

The bathroom tiles are ice cold against the warmth of the alpha in front of him as he takes his position, straddling his hips on either side. In the inside of his head, he’s reciting chords of a relaxing tune in an effort to soothe himself, trying to ignore the empty air of the room save for slick sounds and crunch. 

Jinu hides his face into the crook of the other’s neck when he reaches back to prod at the rim of his entrance, trying out one finger just to start, biting at his lips to repress any sounds he might make, and then a finger turns into two, and the thought that he’s using Beon-hee’s slick sets his mind ablaze.

Even while he was expecting it, Jinu jumps a bit when another finger joins the fray, and this one is slimmer, scorching hot. Even to this day there’s a bit of him screaming that it feels weird, strange, unnatural when it's a different set of fingers entirely, as if his afterlife is anything close to normal at this point. 

He’s unable to relax, his body strung tight with tension so much that he feels hyper-aware of every muscle on his body.

Beon-hee makes no mention of it, just pushes on the small of Jinu’s back, the other continuing as it pushes through his entrance, pulling out to encircle his rim then pushing back, fighting against Jinu's velvety walls until there are three fingers up his ass.

"Haah.”

Too much stretching. Then eventually, three turns into four, and it’s not until Beon-hee touches his prostate that Jinu keels over and removes his own fingers to let him do the rest.

He shifts his neck a little so that he can look down, and that’s when Jinu notices both of their cocks are fully erect, standing tall between their stomachs while Beon-hee continues to open him up. Curious, Jinu takes hold of Beon-hee and lines it up against his stomach starting from his crotch side by side with the other’s dick. It’s…. It’s really big. As an alpha, Jinu is by no means so small himself, but it pales in comparison compared to what the younger alpha is packing. While Jinu’s is long, a bit curved to the left, Beon-hee’s stands taller, thicker, practically demon-sized. Such a big thing hiding beneath that adorable face. 

Beon-hee lets out a groan while Jinu plays with his cock, throwing his head back against the wall when Jinu flicks his hand just the right amount, and there must be something wrong with Jinu’s biology as well, because he shouldn’t be enjoying those fingers driving deep into his ass knuckles deep, shouldn’t feel ripples of excitement through his bones when he places Beon-hee’s cock right against his stomach, eyes scanning just how far into him it would go if it was inside.

He tells himself it’s for a good cause, because now atleast he gets to take in Beon-hee, gets the other demon to get over his moronic rut and get back to the way they were before. Maybe the fledgling brat would even be thankful and be more respectful of him later for it.

Not long after, Jinu hears Beon-hee reach into his cunt again, and the slick sounds that it makes is criminal, borderline sinful, and he’s too preoccupied with that fact alone that he doesn’t realize it's so that Beon-hee's about to really fuck him, that it's getting in, not until the blunt head is already pressing pass his puckered rim.

“Wait…” He says, panic shooting up his heart. He holds onto Beon-hee’s shoulders for purchase, but his jostles only shift him more onto the hard length underneath him, an inch or so sheathing its way inside. 

A chorus of moans interlace as it presses further in. Fuck. He might be in over his head. He hasn’t taken cock in so long and this is far from a starter. 

“Nghh.” He cries, fangs baring out and his eyes glow, his alpha instincts taking over at the attempt of making him submit. The pads of his fingers unto those shoulders extend into claws, puncturing into skin from up top down to his back until it breaks with a deep maroon. The sudden shift has the younger reaper cursing.

“What the fuck. Why are you— hah.” The demon under him whines. Poor pup must be so confused at the sudden resistance amidst it all, that it’s the alpha inside the older that’s being awakened. He rises up to the challenge anyway, taking the bait, when he moves to hold his hips, using his demon strength to pull Jinu away and up above him until he’s all the way off, only to pull him back down and fuck his way in. 

“Jinu….This was your idea. You promised. Don’t back out now.” Beon-hee tries to be impassive as he always is, but there’s no hiding the desperate whine in his tone, sounding as if he’d be mortified if Jinu decides then and there to leave. 

He sounds absolutely pathetic, and there’s a part of Jinu that feels bad for disappointing him. 

Jinu’s thrown off his tantrum when Beon-hee’s dick pushes further into his ass. Too much, it's too much. It feels like he'll tear him apart. He stops scratching onto his back when it’s in. It’s all the way in. Jinu starts heaving as tears pool in his eyes. 

Beon-hee looks as surprised as he is. Doe eyes blinking in tandem while his lashes flutter with a shine. Unfair. Of course his alpha is pretty even at his most pathetic and horniest, sweaty and smelling thickly with musk and sandalwood. 

“Fuck, it’s gotten so soft inside.” Beon-hee murmurs, more to himself, moving Jinu to his liking by doing an experimental shove that makes him throw his head back.

“Mmgfhhh!”

Immediately the younger alpha leans his head against Jinu’s chest, dazed as he is, reveling in his warmth with his eyes closed, which is insane, considering how they both feel like a furnace. The younger alpha’s cock steady and unyielding as fleshy walls try to accommodate him. It’s strange, unnatural, more than he can take.  

“So this is what it feels like.” That low, deep voice sounds utterly elated, discovering a new side to himself as he fucks an alpha higher than him in terms of experience and status, moaning like a whore.

Jinu can't help but snipe back.

"…Ahh….You're a real perv, you know that?"

There's a quick second where Beon-hee forgets what he's doing, letting out a giggle at his words.

"Can't help it, you feel so tight. All warm and wet like a bitch in heat."

….Jinu is not proud of the way he squeezes his hole. Immediately, it has Beon-hee letting out a string of curses.

"Fuck…. you got so tight just now. You like that, huh? You like being my bitch?"

And just like that Beon-hee pistons his hips before Jinu has a chance to answer, drilling his way inside like he owns it until he finds his prostate that it has Jinu squirming, screaming, whining all in one. He must be getting heavy as he puts his dead weight on the demon. The scent in the air turns even stronger if it's even possible, flooding the crammed room with it as they fuck that it has the little alpha tilting his head, a whiny sound coming out of his lips. 

“Hyung,” he starts. And of course, of course he’d only start calling him by that title now out of all things. Of course that call for him sends something warm and fluttery down his stomach. 

Soon enough, this demon brat manages to find his prostate again, and Beon-hee seems to have made it his mission to ram that thing head on, non-stop and barely a stutter to his hold on his waist. It’s intense, that roll of pleasure that consumes Jinu from inside out neverending. He holds onto the younger alpha’s head with his arms and cradles him to his chest.

“A-a-a-a-aaaa—hngh.”

Tears start to leak from his eyes, spilling down flustered, reddened skin as he holds on tight. It’s no use, even his body chases on the pleasure, because in no time at all, his hips are moving on its own, lifting up and down to get its fucking like he’s nothing more than one of those omegas situated in those pleasure houses, a slut in all his entirety and nothing else. 

Beon-hee releases a long and satisfied groan, they fuck in a rhythm paced to the eighth note, Jinu’s ass bouncing as it meets Beon-hee’s cockhead in a perfect sync, striking his prostate dead on at every note. The wet, slapping noise when their skins meet is so lewd that it’s hard to ignore with his sensitive hearing, he has half a mind to wonder if it’s too late for a cursed demon to become religious to repent. 

Beon-hee’s hands never stop in their mission to hold and grope at every crevice of his skin, seeking every part of him like he’s air to breathe, taking purchase of the globes of his ass to the continuous bounces of his perky chest. There’s no hesitation now when he does what he pleases, not when puts that foul mouth straight at his hardened nipples, and sucks.

It hurts so good that Jinu screams, high-pitch and music to Beon-hee’s ears.

Jinu feels dizzy that he feels his thoughts muting into mush, feeling himself fade into that old, familiar subservient state when he gets fucked like this. 

Their fuck is so rough that Beon-hee has Jinu holding, hugging him tight as he rides him, arms linked and all around his neck as he lays his chin on the top of his head while the younger alpha continues to bite and suck at his nipple. He squirms in place with every roll, the sensation too much and too euphoric that he releases early, a spurt of semen shooting up and above, splattering directly on Beon-hee’s face.

The red on Jinu's cheeks goes a deeper shade, embarrassed at cumming on the alpha’s face especially from this angle, a small part of him cursing at how tall and big his own cock is that it’s able to do this.

The whimper he lets out is absolutely pitiful, jolting away that he’s able to see the damage. 

Thick pearly, white fluid spilling down Beon-hee’s mouth and chin. He stares at Jinu back with that wide-eyed expression of his in face of Jinu’s agonized look. 

“Ah, wait, Beon-hee, I’m sor— mmph!” His apology is cut short when the shorter man pulls him closer by the neck until his lips smack against Beon-hee’s in a clumsy peck, their lips now inches apart, those impossibly big eyes never losing sight of him.

“Clean it up, alpha.”

His stomach does a funny twist at that. 

Jinu does. 

At first, Jinu places tiny kitten licks all over Beon-hee’s face, getting braver and braver the longer it goes on, placing the pad of his tongue all over that shiny soft skin so he can have better access. He only stops when he’s finally done, slowly pulling away from Baby with a pleading face, almost like he's hoping he did good.

Beon-hee keeps his poker face as he looks at Jinu, uncaring and unbothered at how sticky his face might be now.

“Open.”

Jinu does. 

He opens his mouth, lolling his tongue out to show how he didn’t swallow a drop of his own cum as it pools in his tongue, keeping it all on view. Finally, finally, a grin comes up to Beon-hee’s boyishly handsome face, eyes twinkling in arrogant pride at Jinu. The sight sends a tingle up his spine, joyous that he made the alpha happy.

Beon-hee didn’t tell him to close his mouth so he doesn’t, didn’t tell him to stop bouncing on him so he doesn’t. And his efforts are rewarded when lithe fingers dance along his cheek, cradling him when Beon-hee takes. This time, he’s the one taking his tongue out, and Jinu’s only able to appreciate the view for a short time before Beon-hee dives right in, licking over at Jinu’s own tongue, and the act feels dirty, dirtier than anything they’ve ever done. Jinu’s pretty sure this can’t even count as a kiss either, but he doesn't stop him either from devouring his mouth through his tongue.

By the time Beon-hee’s done feeding himself with Jinu’s own cum from Jinu's own mouth, he pulls away, just so the older alpha can watch his throat bob as he swallows every spillage, and it has him gasping at the act, feeling heat coil up deep inside him.

His reaction is cut short when Beon-hee takes his mouth again, this time for a real kiss, and he purrs into it, lavishing at the attention, feeling his lips smacked and nipped, the insides of his mouth being breached, their kiss wet and everlasting as they sink into each other deeper and deeper that leaves a satisfying roll at his stomach.

When they finally pull away for breath, a trail of pearlescent spit still connects them, both alphas hazy and fucked out as they stare at each other.

It’s only then that Jinu realizes that Beon-hee came inside him during their kiss and it shows. Cerulean eyes half-lidded, hair rumpled and more messed up than before, his shoulders heaving in and out at every half-second, mouth open to manually take deep breaths. 

….Jinu rolls his hips a bit, grinding his hole against that flaccid cock to savor the cum pouring in and out of him. 

Seeing Beon-hee be just as affected as he is sends a glowing pride to his stomach. Jinu makes a happy sound, laying his forehead against Baby’s to rest.

He feels those hands rise up and down the sides of his waist, rubbing soothingly, and he’s able to bask in the moment for only a short few moments when he feels the alpha’s cock harden up inside him so much that he squirms. 

“....Do we have to do more?” 

The pup alpha doesn’t say anything. Instead he keeps rubbing Jinu’s waist, taking his mouth for another kiss. 

And the other alpha doesn't just lean into it, no.

He bares out his neck.

Jinu all but practically stumbles over furniture, grasping at the walls as they go to Beon-hee’s bedroom. The younger alpha isn’t any help, instead adamant to get more of Jinu now that he’s had a taste, clinging and practically hanging onto him with every move and to, but Jinu won’t stand for it. If he’s going to get fucked like an omega further on he might as well be on the bed.

It occurs to him that he’s hard too. Somewhere between before and now, he’s gone sweatier, his movements more lethargic, somehow ready for another round. 

Fuck, is his own rut getting triggered? There's no omega in sight and drenched in the pheromones of two dominant scents, and yet somehow it's affecting his libido this much.

Beon-hee’s always been someone who caught Jinu’s eye, from when he first came down in this world and then on. He likes to keep to himself, mistrustful of others who eventually finds to learn his place as he gets stronger as a jeoseung saja, learned to be independent despite his background where he was served to the moment he was born. 

Maybe that’s why he lets Jinu close, lets the older reaper guide him when he can, teach him how to protect himself in return for Beon-hee to teach him with the education he's afforded, literature and language, from formal calligraphy down to poetry. 

And he won’t lie, there’s a part of Jinu too that wanted the cute little reaper. While he casts a glare onto demons whispering among themselves from lusting over the man with the youthful, pretty face, there’s a part of Jinu waiting, hoping, that he presents an omega, and then that’s when Beon-hee asks for help from him.

Never in a hundred years did Jinu think that he would be the one getting pounced instead.

Jinu practically falls over the corner-side of the bed after escaping Beon-hee’s sinful lips, that he can do nothing more but fall face first against the mattress, his bare ass out for the taking while his legs are spread apart and he's bent over the messy bed as his hands reach for a pillow.

He doesn’t say anything. Instead he reaches back to his behind and spreads.

With his asscheeks pulled apart, Beon-hee has a perfect vision of Jinu’s hole fluttering, winking in and out as it drips with cum. 

"Fuck…."

If the younger alpha was of sounder mind, if he wasn't so desperate to get back in there, maybe he'd have taken his time, made Jinu bend his legs further away from the bed so his long cock can hang and dangle, slap that dick around every swing until he can play with it from behind, start licking at the underside until he reaches his balls up and into that winking hole and swipe his cum out of his hole.

Unfortunately he's too impatient and still aching with need. So instead Beon-hee takes hold of his own length until it meets between his cheeks. Fuck, even his ass cheeks are perfect.

But before he jams it in, Beon-hee grabs at the cheeks of Jinu's ass, spreading him further so it can warm his erection right in between, rubbing it back and forth, letting Jinu follow along the motions until Beon-hee does nothing anymore and enjoy the show.

Jinu probably hasn't noticed, but Beon-hee's cunt has been dripping wet since they came out of the shower, thoroughly satisfied and coming untouched from that part this whole time.

Maybe his desperation has calmed down a tiny bit, or maybe he's feeling cruel, because before deciding to put it in, Beon-hee takes his cock and starts beating it against that ass, the smacking sounds so vulgar it has Jinu blushing harder.

"Beon-hee!"

A chesire smile glints, purple patterns glowing with delight.

"Tell alpha what you want, Jinu-hyung." He says, pressing a finger in to push some of the flowing cum back inside. Jinu whines some more and hides his face into the pillow.

"Huh? What's that? Want your baby pup to fuck into you? Breed you until you're full and filled with my pups?"

Jinu grumbles, petulant to answer him even as his cock twitches against the mattress. It only urges the other on even more, swapping out his middle finger for his thumb to get in, pressing and pressing. Unbeknownst to him, his other hand raises up, bringing it down to slap his butt with a loud smack. Over and over.

"Speak up alpha, your pup can't hear you."

It should be illegal to have such a bewitching voice. It's deep, dark, rich with every syllable and pronunciation. Jinu is in a special kind of hell to have someone with an innocent face laced with the dirtiest voice he's ever known to fuck the alpha out of him.

Jinu punches a fist on the bed beside his head as he starts to sob. Hot rush of shame and arousal interweaving deep into his guts as he starts to plead.

"Yes, yes! Is that— mmnm — what you want?" Jinu yells back, unable to keep the whine in his tone with every syllable as he gets fingered. His next words are muffled, quiet. "…..Please, please. Fuck me. Fuck my brain off, alpha, please."

Beon-hee snickers. He's lost it. Jinu's really lost it. No one would ever believe him if he ever speaks of this outside these walls. But that's okay, that only means only he he has the privilege of seeing, having this side of Jinu like this.

He wants to prolong it just a bit more, make him really beg for it and have Jinu call himself a slut, but every plead goes straight to his cock, but he's hard, too damn hard to pretend he doesn't want it just as much and more.

"Whatever you say, alpha."

Still standing on the floor, Beon-hee sinks into the larger body folded in half in front of him, letting those velvlety walls feel every throb and vein across his cock as it pushes past to make way for its home. He hits in deep, bottoming out when Beon-hee moves Jinu's legs so that it's on the bed instead of over it, on his knees and by either sides of his bodice in proper mating position to present his submission. Typically it's for an omega to surrender themselves to their mate, but to have a revered alpha submit to a fellow alpha feels like a taste of heaven for a lowly demon like him.

Beon-hee starts fucking him in and out, in and out and then some more. He closes his eyes, feeling his eyes roll back beneath his eyelids at the overwhelming pleasure. Jinu is heaven made a demon, an angel that fell from the skies for he's made to be corrupted, both inside and out. And it's funny, alphas are made to take, and take it well Jinu does, and in no time at all he finds that little bitch button inside him that makes him sing into a crescendo.

“So good. So fucking good. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long, hyung, you’ve no idea.”

Jinu keens, letting out a blissful sigh. He raises himself up by his hands, and when he drops his head, he can see his pecs and and cock jiggle, swing back and forth with every thrust, the muscles along his skin rippling. He wants to ask more, to probe more on what he's said, of when the pup's started wanting him, if this is just the rut talking or if this is Beon-hee's real thoughts.

Jinu's easily preoccupied, his eyes caught onto his debauched undoing, catching what he didn't notice before: a bulge jutting out from his stomach, moving with every pummel right into him. He can see it. Jinu can see that monster cock fuck him as much as he can feel it.

Curious, he puts his palm up against it, unable to make the noise that comes out of his throat. It feels strangely intimate, especially when Beon-hee puts his hand over his when he fucks another spurt into him.

"Gonna fuck you, fuck you so well your stomach swells with our pups."

Jinu's too fargone to say that it's impossible, not with this body, not with him. At the same time, Jinu isn't too proud of the way he immediately comes from that.

It goes on like that, the sensations being too much for his overstimulated self that it has him crawling forward. It only has the effect of Beon-hee following after him on the bed, refusing to part with him. They fuck like the hounds that they are, their scents mingling with one another until the room's full of them, a burning sandalwood and a strong cocoa tea after a rainstorm.

At some point they switch positions, with Beon-hee's back on the bed while Jinu's on him, his back to Beon-hee's chest as he arches his back out. His larger form dwarfs the smaller reaper entirely, especially with his legs spread at either sides over Beon-hee's while he throws his head back and humps his hips down further over and over.

Jinu's cries are damn near angelic. And probably loud too, reaching far and wide through miles away at this point with the intensity.

Like this, Beon-hee holds him close, mouthing at his neck, littering him with kisses that makes Jinu swoon while his hands grop at both of his pecs, pinching and fondling at his nipples that has him howling.

And then he feels it, Beon-hee's cock starts to throb inside him. At this point, Jinu's pretty sure he's memorized the shape of his cock, but he's proven wrong when Jinu feels it growing bigger, the base of it starts to swell, forcing his insides to stretch and accommodate the inflated size.

He's knotting him. After all this time, the alpha pup's body starts to recognize Jinu as his mate, readying him up to be bred into.

Jinu isn't an omega, but that's not where his mind goes.

"Yours. Yours, alpha. Knot me, knock me up, fill me in, breed me."

His pleads only urges Beon-hee on even more.

"Ngh… Mine, all mine. Gonna fuck you so good, you won't think of anything else."

Beon-hee's been avoiding it this whole time, but now he seeks out for one of his scent glands, located by the back of his neck, demon fangs jutting out of his gums to take a big, hard bite.

The older alpha doesn't go aggressive as his instincts should. No, he instead cries harder, sobs deeper, all the while leaning more of his weight back on the devil to get more at it. He's being marked and claimed, and he takes it.

"Let it all out for me, hyung."

Jinu does. He does it in time with Beon-hee.

Then he feels it.

Right when Beon-hee starts cumming inside him for the nth time as his knot swells, Jinu feels his own cock start to harden more than before. He feels the base of his dick swell and get bigger, standing stiff and straight up in the air.

The alpha demon named Jinu is knotting the air. He's knotting the air while his own hole is being knotted, with his fellow alpha Beon-hee bottoming out and pushing inside him to fuck his seed more into him.

"Ah-ah-ah! Baby—!"

Jinu's cries get louder as he watches his cock shoot up ropes after ropes of cum, up into nothing, while he takes in another flow of seed deep inside him. Vaguely, he has an idea of how he must look. He feels his eyes start to cross, jaw open as his lips forms into a delirious smile.

When it's all over, he drops. His entire weight on top of Beon-hee, limbs limp with all the strength flying out of his body in one fell swoop. His chest visibly rises up and down, catching his breath.

Beon-hee seems to feel the same at last. His movements are lethargic when he licks up at his claim on him, hands rubbing all over his skin to comfort. His cock is locked in tight to keep the cum inside, and Jinu can almost taste the scent in the air. Satisfied and worn out.

His alpha emits a low, happy sound. It takes Jinu a second to realize it. Beon-hee's purring.

Jinu reaches a hand back behind him to pet at those teal curls, feeling fond.

"Finally done?" He says, voice still out of breath but soft, unable to keep the warmth in his tone out.

Beon-hee nuzzles up closer, letting out a soft exhale. While locked in together, he maneuvers Jinu over until they're laying on the bed side by side to be comfortable.

"Mm. For now, yeah. I feel good."

"Good…. That's good."

They stay like that for the entire time until Beon-hee's knot wears off. Some could claim that they're practically cuddling, basking in each other's touch in a comfortable silence.

And now that Jinu's finally laid down with time to rest and think, it finally hits him how he feels sore all over.

His body feels like it's on fire. Not hell's fire, no. But that deep, bone-aching weariness after exerting your entire body. His butt aches as much as his back sores, his knees and arms feeling like jelly for holding up for so long.

His eyes search for Beon-hee's when he looks behind, and when they lock eyes, Jinu doesn't say anything. He just closes his lips against Beon-hee's. Slow, sensual. And that's the last thing he remembers before letting his consciousness fade.

Epilogue

The demons make way for a path as he strolls in a straight line, walking away from the demon king along with his familiars. Technically, he could've just teleported away in a moment's notice, but Jinu would rather have Gwi-Ma and the demons stare at his back after another scolding for slacking off. Another way of his own petty defiance.

It's not a privilege all are privy to. If it was just any other demon, they'd have been burned to a crisp long before they even dare to open their mouth and snipe back. Joseung Saja are his most prized souls, so they've all had a bit more of a leeway. It's just that not everyone tries to. Jinu is one of those few reapers.

He glides through the rest of the way, foot steps light and airy as each of his step barely touches the ground, movements slow and controlled, graceful in every which way.

It's only when he's out of sight from the podium that he disappears in a blip.

A puff of pink smoke announces his entrance when he steps forth before the hot springs. Smoke collides with steam and it impairs his scope of vision as he searches for the brat he's looking for, and there.

There, by the edge of the springs, sits Beon-hee, his Baby, head thrown back against the deck, shoulders drooped and eyes closed, muscles relaxed and glistening with sweat. Hair mussed up as it sticks onto his shining skin.

Sensing his presence, Baby shifts his head so that he's facing towards him, one eye fluttering open to take a peek of him.

"Jinu?"

Jinu feels his heart flutter at the call, his undead heart rate beating at an erratic pace from the excitement alone. It takes every cell in his being to not rush and jump him.

"Alpha," Jinu says, thoroughly enraptured, tone soft.

He moves to shed off every layer of clothing on his person, trying not to make it look hurried, swaying his hips oh so subtly that he can excuse as just him stripping normally.

He doesn't look at Baby in the eye when he removes his layers piece by piece, but in his peripheral, he catches the way Baby ogles, not even trying to hide it.

That too, sends a delicious shiver up his spine.

All pretense drops when he scoots over to the younger alpha's side, leaning his head on his shoulder with a broad grin, glowing as he lets out a satisfied purr.

Baby lets out a chuckle. He puts his arm over his shoulder, but it won't take long before it finds its way along his sides, down to the pert of his ass.

"Careful now, hyung. People might start mistaking you for an omega sounding like that."

Jinu doesn't say anything. Instead he nuzzles closer to Baby until their cheeks are smushed together, basking in the alpha's creamy pheromones as if it could fuse into his very veins. It's endlessly addicting.

He's heard of rumors, legends of the past and claims alike. A process of fucking an alpha so thoroughly that their biological parts slowly shift similar to that of an omega's inside him, their instincts altering, their scents swaying to something close to their original scent, but lighter.

Bitching, is what they call it.

Irreversible too. Once he's bitched into an omega, there's no going back for him.

His lashes flutter when he looks up at his mate, making Beon-hee chuckle and lick up his swollen scent gland located behind his neck, lapping up the bite mark left on him.

Since Jinu's an alpha, bite marks tend to fade away easily in the course of a few days instead of spanning from months to years. It's because of that that Baby's made a habit of renewing it whenever he notices his mark fading away, and each time Jinu melts further and further, wanting, craving more.

Such a good baby pup. He really can be sweet beneath that impassive exterior.

Sometimes, Jinu wonders if Baby would have ended up as an omega if he hadn't asked for a biological change in his deal when he was human in the first place. If so, it only proves his personal theory right that maybe, the act of bitching isn't as far-fetched as people would assume.

Gingerly, Jinu sneaks a hand up at Baby's cunt under the water, and in an instant, Baby melts. Beon-hee doesn't mind Jinu touching it, sucking, eating it. He just doesn't like to be on the receiving end of a knot, and the older alpha doesn't even have an inkling in him to be upset about it, not when he looks at Jinu like he's about to devour him as he fingers him through, gathering slick for his own entrance.

Useful too, to have natural lube on hand when they're feeling frisky.

It'd be far easier if Jinu could produce slick on his own though.

Jinu's too lost in his thoughts. Because right as he's started opening himself up, suddenly Baby's in front of him, taking up his legs and moving it over his shoulders. Jinu's not proud of the yelp he lets out when he's being moved, snaking his arms around this baby pup's neck upon instinct.

Between his thighs, inches away from his crotch, Baby leans his cheek against his thigh, already littered with bites. That's another thing, it seems Beon-hee has made it a mission to cover Jinu entirely with his bites and not just on his mating bite, marking over every existing scent glad that he has. It doesn't help that Jinu's always been so weak when it comes to his inner thighs.

He likes it. When he looks at his skin covered in claims, he's reminded that it's Baby's marks laying over the purple patterns that speak of his shame and regrets.

"Alpha," Baby whines, looking up at him for all like he's the heaven and beyond. It's a little funny, how his bravado is already crumbling down. He's become so soft since they started spending their ruts together. So easy to melt from the littlest gestures and more likely to listen to him when he gets spoiled. Jinu can't get enough of him.

"You smell so sweet." Beon-hee admits, and he sounds so small when he says it. Jinu could eat him right up.

Then and there, Baby slots himself into Jinu, a tight, perfect fit. His walls accept him like a vice grip, accepting his alpha completely.

Jinu lets a blissful sigh, and the corners of his lips curl, excited for another knot to be fucked right into him.