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(Mood board courtesy of @HalaHala0925)
1
Puppy-Soft
Mingi knows he’s big. Intimidating. His sharp eyes and large stature make most people shy away. The fact that he’s a wolf hybrid usually takes care of the rest.
His species is known for its sharp teeth, bite strength, deep growls, feral snarls, and an intense penchant toward territorial possessiveness. Mingi is no different. Sometimes.
If he knows people, if he trusts them, it’s fine.
He’s no lone wolf.
He just doesn’t like sharing with strangers.
Thankfully, he’s collected a good group of friends, as kind and creative as they are diverse. Mingi protects them fiercely, especially considering most of them are prey or smaller domestic hybrid species. Except Jongho, but that’s beside the point.
A squirrel, two rabbits, two cats, a bear, and a wolf.
They’re like his family. His little pack of seven.
And Mingi watches over them with gentle patience and low, rumbling laughter as they tease and banter.
Almost all of them are crowded into Seonghwa’s apartment for movie night when It happens.
Mingi hates new people.
Doesn’t like them. Doesn’t trust them.
So he stiffens when Wooyoung walks through the door, feline ears swiveling and tail flicking in excitement as he tugs a stranger along behind him.
“Everyone, this is Yunho. He just moved to town and I thought he could use some friends. He’s a golden retriever hybrid. Isn’t he cute?”
“Uh, hi,” Yunho waves, sweet and awkward and bright, his tail wagging, unsure yet eager.
An amicable chorus of “Hi Yunho” and “Nice to meet you” washes over the room.
Mingi’s eyes narrow, and he has to make a conscious effort to not bare his teeth. A dog hybrid.
It’s not jealousy that burns through him, but something close to it. Protective. Territorial. Deeply instinctive. And okay, maybe a little jealous. Mingi is the dog hybrid here. (Wolf, semantics.) They don’t need another one.
Wooyoung gestures around, introducing everyone in that effortlessly charismatic way he works a room, “And that’s Mingi. I think you guys would get along. He’s a wolf.”
Despite Mingi’s efforts to appear at least nonthreatening, his ears pin back, a dead giveaway of his hesitance and internal aggression.
Yunho’s tail goes still. His eyes widen a bit.
“Here, you can take my seat,” Yeosang says, either well-intentioned or entirely oblivious, getting up from his place on the couch beside Mingi.
“Oh, that’s okay. I’ll just sit on the—”
Yunho is herded over and seated before either of them can protest. He sits stiffly, hands firmly in his lap. Mingi doesn’t move from where he had been lounging at the end of the couch, subtly establishing dominance.
My friends. My territory. Mine.
The dog hybrid’s scent is unfamiliar. It doesn’t belong. Mingi doesn’t like it. But he won’t chase Yunho away because it would probably make Wooyoung upset.
So he glares, grumbles, and decides he can put up with it for one night.
“Make yourself at home,” Hongjoong says.
Seonghwa makes a face, “This is my apartment.”
Hongjoong smiles innocently, “And?”
The rabbit hybrid thumps his foot against the floor, equal parts indignant and playful. Hongjoong only laughs, his fluffy tail flicking, and Seonghwa turns to offer Yunho a smile, “Help yourself to snacks. Drinks are in the fridge.”
“Thank you, I appreciate it,” Yunho nods, his own smile soft with sincerity until his gaze shifts toward Mingi again and he fails to completely suppress a wince, his ears drooping briefly as if he’d been reprimanded.
Mingi huffs in satisfaction.
As everyone settles in, bowls of popcorn and bags of snacks spread around, San declares he’s picked what they’re watching.
“Sani, that’s a horror movie,” Wooyoung rolls his eyes. “You can’t watch that.”
“Yes I can!” San hisses, but there’s no fire behind it.
Jongho laughs, “Don’t baby him, he’ll be fine.”
“I’ve heard it’s not that bad,” Seonghwa says soothingly. “I’m sure it’ll be okay.”
It isn’t okay.
San and Wooyoung end up pressed together, terrified and clinging. Hongjoong is putting on a courageous face, but his fluffy tail trembles behind him. Seonghwa is buried up to his nose in a blanket. Yeosang has inched his way between Jongho and the couch.
And Mingi…Mingi can’t breathe.
He wants to be brave, wants to be the big bad scary wolf that protects his pack with his whole body and heart. But he lets out a low whimper as the tension in the room builds, unbearable silence broken only by the slow, creaking steps from the television and frantic hybrid heartbeats.
Infuriatingly unaffected by the movie, Yunho glances at him, curiosity in his eyes, and Mingi wants to growl, wants to show that he’s the canine hybrid in charge here.
It only comes out as another quiet, entirely pitiful whimper.
Yunho’s gaze softens and he tentatively reaches out, placing a hand on Mingi’s shoulder. He gives it a gentle squeeze, a silent it’s alright.
And then the jumpscare happens.
It’s too loud. Too sudden.
Mingi’s entire body reacts before he can think. He collapses sideways, trembling, burying himself against Yunho’s side, his face in the crook of Yunho’s neck. It should’ve been someone else. Anyone else. But it had been Yunho.
The dog hybrid stiffens for a moment, then gently loops his arm around Mingi, comforting, drawing soothing patterns on his back.
Hidden in the safety of the fabric of Yunho’s shirt, Mingi slowly calms down. The trembling stops and his breath evens out, the potency of the movie fading.
His friends continue to gasp around him. It sounds like there’s a chase sequence happening in the film. It doesn’t matter.
Yunho smells like soap and something vaguely rich and masculine, pleasantly musky.
He is warm and comforting and safe.
Mingi’s instincts tell him so.
His tail twitches against the couch, one of his ears flicking as his focus shifts, his nose seeking the source of the scent.
Yunho huffs in mild surprise and slight amusement, tilting his head in wordless invitation as Mingi sniffs at the skin of his neck, short, frantic puffs of breath. He’s on a mission now.
His nose brushes Yunho’s jaw, then he tucks his chin, pressing the top of his head against Yunho, gentle yet insistent. One of his wolf ears flicks against Yunho’s lips.
To his credit, Yunho doesn’t reject any of it. He just chuckles, a sound of tentative affection that tickles the sensitive fur of Mingi’s ear.
Something brushes Mingi’s arm, a quiet swishing against the fabric of the couch he can hear even beneath the movie’s building soundtrack. He ignores the music. Doesn’t care.
Yunho’s tail brushes him again.
Soft.
The dog hybrid reaches up, petting the back of Mingi’s head, still soothing.
Maybe it’s a canine hybrid thing, all body language, instinct, scent, and silent understanding.
Whatever it is, Mingi’s brain makes a quick reevaluation. Yunho is fine. He’s safe. He’s pack.
He’s mine.
They are immediately inseparable.
Months later, everyone is gathered at Seonghwa’s apartment again for Hongjoong’s birthday when It (2.0) happens.
Mingi is obsessed with Yunho’s golden puppy ears and tail. They’re not puppy features. Not really. But compared to Mingi’s coarse wolf fur and sharp pointed ears, they’re so terribly, wonderfully soft. He likes watching them. Touching them. Gentle, curious. Yunho always leans into it with an eager smile and a laugh, his tail wagging like a whip, thumping endearingly against any nearby surface.
“Will you two get a room? Oh my god,” Wooyoung cackles.
Yunho’s eyes widen, pink dusting across his cheeks, “Sorry.”
Mingi growls, shooting the cat hybrid a glare that’s more bark than bite.
“Don’t be sorry,” Jongho rolls his eyes from where he’s sitting on the floor. “Wooyoung’s one to talk. He just rubs all over everyone—hey get off.”
Purring loudly, Wooyoung flops over the bear hybrid’s lap as if to prove a point. Jongho tries to push him away, fails, and resigns himself to his fate with a pouty huff. He ends up petting Wooyoung anyway.
Mingi’s hand is still resting in Yunho’s hair, fingertips brushing the soft, warm fur at the base of one of his floppy ears. It flicks a little. Mingi stares at it, enchanted and endeared.
“It’s gotta be a dog thing,” San observes.
“Wolf,” Mingi corrects bluntly.
“Big difference,” San teases.
“Yes,” Mingi finally lowers his hand. “Big difference.”
“Not that big,” Yunho says, shrugging with his usual easy, amicable nonchalance. “I think we have a lot of similarities.”
We do.
But where Mingi is massive and broad and sharp, Yunho is tall and elegant and soft.
So soft.
Mingi suddenly wants to bury his nose in Yunho’s hair. He doesn’t.
“Okay, the birthday boy is on his way,” Seonghwa declares with a little clap as he comes into the living room. Yeosang walks in behind him carrying the cake. “I have food and movies ready. The cake is safe—Jongho leave it.”
The bear hybrid grumbles, “I’m supposed to be bulking up for hibernation.”
“You don’t hibernate,” Wooyoung retorts, still in his lap.
San scoots over, draping himself over Jongho’s back, also purring loudly, “He’s just hungry.”
Seonghwa sighs, “That’s what the snacks are for. We have to wait for Hongjoong before eating cake. That’s literally the whole purpose.”
Yeosang hums as he sets it down on the coffee table, then plops down at Jongho’s side. He’s now covered in three hybrids.
Jongho grimaces but doesn’t try to pull away.
Beside Mingi on the couch, Yunho leans a little closer, asking humorously, “Are they always like this?”
They’ve hung out plenty of times, just them, or sometimes with a few of the others, but with adult schedules, it’s hard for them to all be together at the same time.
Mingi nods, “Yes.”
Yunho laughs, a bright sound that suits him. His tail wags gently. Mingi’s own tail starts to mimic the motion automatically.
His friends continue bickering and bantering, waiting for Hongjoong, and Mingi notices that Yunho seems a little closer than he was before. Their elbows brush. Mingi glances at the dog hybrid just as Yunho’s ears perk a bit.
Mingi’s entire focus zeroes in immediately.
The urge to nuzzle into Yunho’s fur burns through him.
Usually, when it’s just them, they sit a polite distance away, doing some shared activity like eating a meal or playing a game. Now, the distance between them dwindles and Mingi doesn’t have to participate in the conversation. He can just fixate on their proximity, on Yunho’s scent, on him.
He feels drawn to Yunho in a way that’s dissimilar to any of his other friends. The dog hybrid is pack, but he’s different. It’s in his soft smiles, his soft laugh, his soft fur.
Soft soft soft.
Mine.
Mingi’s teeth ache with the desire to bite, to mark, to claim.
He blinks, caught off guard.
Yunho glances at him, curious and amused.
Mingi’s cheeks burn.
He doesn’t know why.
Hongjoong finally arrives and chaos ensues, clapping, shouting, attempted hugs, and off-key celebratory singing fills the space with a comforting kind of warmth.
They eat and mingle, though Mingi finds himself orbiting Yunho more often than not.
He doesn’t know why he does that, either.
Eventually, they all settle down to watch a movie, and Yeosang asks Mingi to retrieve some drinks. Mingi can never say no to his friend’s innocent bunny eyes. Maybe Yeosang does it on purpose. Maybe he’s just cute like that naturally.
When Mingi returns to the living room with an arm full of drinks, he finds Yunho sandwiched in between Seonghwa and San.
He fights the urge to growl.
Mine.
Even though Yunho is just as much their friend as his.
He tries to stifle the possessiveness, depositing the drinks on the coffee table. The condensation clings subtly to the fabric of his hoodie, and Mingi brushes some of the lingering drops away as he makes a decision and firmly settles on the floor in front of Yunho’s feet. Guarding. Claiming.
Yunho parts his knees a little, allowing Mingi to lean back against the couch.
This time, Hongjoong picks the movie. It’s something thought-provoking and artistic and entirely too boring for Mingi.
He starts to doze off, head nodding forward, ears drooping, but he’s pulled back to alertness immediately as someone touches his hair.
His ears flick in brief alarm until he glances up and sees Yunho looking down at him, amusement and affection glinting in his eyes. His long, elegant fingers scratch carefully behind Mingi’s wolf ears.
And oh.
Oh.
Okay.
Mingi’s eyelids involuntarily flutter closed as he leans into the touch, a pleasant shiver running up his spine.
He can feel Yunho shift a little, bending closer, whispering only for Mingi, “Feel good?”
Mingi hums in agreement.
“Now you know how you make me feel all the time.”
Mingi’s eyes open with the realization.
He’s been doing this very thing to Yunho for months.
The dog hybrid must see the realization because he smirks, his tongue briefly pressing into his cheek.
Mingi’s gaze follows the movement.
There’s something teasing about it, like a playful sort of revenge or a challenge. It makes Mingi’s instincts stir. He subconsciously wonders if Yunho’s tongue is just as soft as his fur.
Yunho just chuckles and continues scratching, and Mingi allows himself to get lost in the simple pleasure of it, his body relaxing, his shoulders trapped between Yunho’s knees.
By the time the party ends, it’s late. They all tumble out of Seonghwa’s apartment with hugs and goodbyes, departing into the night.
As their apartments are in the same general direction, Yunho and Mingi had carpooled here. It saves on gas money, it works for them, and Yunho is a good driver, even on busy city streets.
Mingi climbs into the passenger seat and buckles himself in. Yunho pulls them easily into the sparse late-night traffic.
There’s something different about the air between them now. Mingi doesn’t know what it is. Well, he does, but he doesn’t know what to do about it.
Music fills the silence. Yunho hums along. Mingi watches him, as he’s wont to do. His companion never seems to mind. In fact, as the dog hybrid glances at him, a smile kisses the corners of Yunho’s lips.
“Did you have fun?” he asks.
“Yeah. Noisy, but fun,” Mingi replies. “You?”
Yunho smiles, “They’re very interesting people. I’m…grateful to have friends like you guys. It makes life less boring.”
They continue talking, the conversation easy, comforting in its familiarity. Mingi likes listening to Yunho talk. His voice is nice. His smiles are nice, too.
Eventually, they pull into the parking lot for Yunho’s apartment building. Mingi’s car is somewhere nearby. He’s reluctant to get out though. A social creature by nature, his wolf instincts crave companionship, and the solitude of his home feels daunting.
Yunho’s soft, golden ears flick. The urge to bury his nose in the fur at their base sears through Mingi, as it usually does.
“Hey so…it’s pretty late,” Yunho laughs, a little more awkward than normal. “Do you wanna crash at my place? No sense driving—”
“Yes.”
“Okay cool.”
It’s not the first time they’ve spent the night together. Yunho has slept on Mingi’s couch on several occasions, curled up to fit on the cushions after hours of gaming together or talking over takeout dinners.
Mingi has never stayed at Yunho’s place before. He’s been there, of course, they live close enough that it makes sense, but he still treads carefully, slipping out of his shoes, mindful of his movements.
“Let me grab you a toothbrush,” Yunho says. “Want to borrow some clothes?”
It’s not something Mingi has offered before, not something he thought Yunho might want. But the prospect of it settles inside him like something warm.
“Yes please.”
He ends up in a hoodie and sweatpants that smell like his companion, like subtle detergent and something rich, musky, and entirely Yunho.
Mingi’s instincts flare as he smooths the fabric over his body.
These are Yunho’s.
The thought keeps repeating in his mind as he washes up for bed.
These are Yunho’s.
It’s as if…I am Yunho’s.
Mingi’s cheeks burn, and he glances at himself in the mirror. His wolf ears pin back, his tail tucking subtly between his legs in keen self awareness and embarrassment. He banishes the thought because what would Yunho think?
Dog hybrids probably don’t have the same kind of instincts, possessive about perfectly average things.
Do they?
Mingi doesn’t know. He’s never asked.
He exits the bathroom to find Yunho in his bedroom, puttering around. Mingi intends on asking for a blanket, but when his companion turns around, all words dissipate from his tongue.
Yunho’s gaze meets Mingi’s, then sweeps over him like a quick assessment. Something darkens in his gaze, almost possessive, and Yunho’s scent thickens in the room.
It’s sweeter than a wolf’s scent would be, deep and rich but soft.
And Mingi shifts his weight as need threads through him.
The desire to to touch, to curl as close to Yunho as possible until their scents are indistinguishable. Or until Mingi smells entirely like him.
“You…um…” Yunho blinks, then shakes his head as if to clear it. “Sorry.”
“For what?”
“I got lost in my head for a second there.”
“Why?”
Yunho laughs, nervous yet bright, “You’re always so direct.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Mingi asks.
“No,” his companion rubs the back of his neck. “I guess I’m just…not.”
“You can be,” Mingi replies, tilting his head. His tail swishes slowly behind him.
“I like how you look in my clothes. I guess it’s a dog thing.”
The words settle between them, quiet, vulnerable.
Mingi looks away for a moment, his ears flicking as he makes a decision.
“It’s a wolf thing, too.”
“What do you mean?”
“I like being in your clothes. I like smelling like you.”
I like you.
Yunho suddenly laughs, entirely fond, and takes a tentative step forward, his golden tail wagging behind him, giving away his eagerness.
“Yeah?”
Mingi nods, unable to hold his companion’s gaze, his heartbeat fluttering.
“You wanna smell like me a little more?”
“Yes.”
“Then get over here.”
Mingi doesn’t even try to fight his smile as he closes the distance between them, rushing straight into Yunho’s open arms.
The dog hybrid embraces him easily, all smiles and warmth. Pressing his face into the crook of Yunho’s neck, Mingi seeks the source of his scent.
Quick breaths against sensitive skin.
Yunho fidgets, ticklish, laughing softly.
One of his hands reaches up, lightly scratching behind Mingi’s ear as the other smooths over his back. Mingi doesn’t think much of it until Yunho’s fingers stop just above the base of his tail.
It feels accidental yet intimate.
Mingi breathes in the scent of his companion, all instinct and innocent desire. His body is asking for something. He knows what it is, but he doesn’t acknowledge it yet, trying to be careful, gentle, because Mingi is big and intimidating in so many ways and he doesn’t know whether this newness between them is fragile yet.
He finds the place at the edge of Yunho’s jaw, just beneath his ear where his scent is strong, and Mingi, drawn by his biology, nuzzles affectionately, then presses his tongue to it.
The air between them changes immediately, deliciously charged yet tentative with uncertainty.
Yunho shivers, a small sound leaving his throat, almost a moan but not quite.
His hands flex, one tangling in Mingi’s hair, the other bunching in the fabric near his tail. Fingers ghost over fur and Mingi goes stiff.
“Sorry,” Yunho moves his hand.
Mingi mourns the loss immediately. He lets out a low huff, a pouty complaint, holding Yunho tighter, licking over his neck again, silently pleading.
“M-Mingi.”
He catches himself, drawing away to search Yunho’s eyes.
The dog hybrid’s cheeks are flushed a deep, beautiful pink. His pupils are dilated. His scent has sharpened with something faintly spicy. Something like arousal.
And Mingi wants.
He hadn’t thought of Yunho this way before consciously, not as someone to desire physically, intimately. But it burns through him now, the urge to be close, to touch in a different way, to please him until Yunho can think of nothing but Mingi.
Mine.
The word coils tightly inside him.
Still, Yunho had sounded unsure.
“No?” Mingi asks, voice rough yet tender, the word raw with the anticipation of rejection.
His companion takes a steadying breath, “I just—I don’t know what you want.”
“You.”
“How?”
Mingi considers his answer for a moment, then lets his forehead gently rest against Yunho’s.
The dog hybrid’s fingers remain laced loosely in Mingi’s hair.
“Just touching,” Mingi replies quietly. “You don’t have to…do anything you don’t want to. I just wanna be close. Wanna smell like you. Feel you.”
Yunho’s scent spikes again. Their noses brush.
His voice is soft, always soft, not with hesitance but rather with affection, “Okay.”
For a moment, they search each other’s eyes, then Mingi catches Yunho’s lips, careful, gentle because he knows he’s big, knows he’s strong and intimidating and he doesn’t want to scare Yunho away.
His companion tastes sweet. He kisses back tentatively, shy, until he isn’t.
Something cracks. An internal wall breaks. The air shifts between them again.
And then Yunho kisses him like a man starved, heated and breathless.
Mingi willingly opens to the hot press of Yunho’s tongue, exploring, demanding, and Mingi gives and gives and gives, arousal pooling low and hot in his belly, like the heavy, delicious weight of being wanted.
His lips travel to Mingi’s jaw, then his neck.
Teeth nip at sensitive skin, Mingi gasps around a desperate sound, his cock twitching, ears flattening at the intensity of Yunho’s ravenous attention, at the complete possession in every wet drag of his tongue and every graze of his teeth.
Mingi feels so incredibly warm. He clings to Yunho, gripping at fabric, wishing there was nothing between them.
Yunho’s hand dips back to the base of Mingi’s tail, fingers gliding through the coarse fur and past the slit in his clothes until he finds skin.
Suddenly, Mingi’s hips jolt forward, seeking friction, his cock full and aching.
Yunho hums, gently massaging the base of Mingi’s tail, “Sensitive pup.”
The words sear through him, whispered against his neck.
Mingi whimpers, one of his hands drifting down to Yunho’s waistband.
“Yunho…”
“Yeah?”
“Please…”
Yunho draws away, only far enough to shed his sweatshirt, revealing smooth skin and lithe muscle. His pants are next, leaving him in his underwear. Mingi’s gaze catches on the bulge beneath it.
Desire sweeps through him, wanton and feral.
He sheds most of his own clothes, trembling, rushed, frantic. Yunho’s hands find his hips, guiding him backward to the bed. Mingi settles on the mattress, pliant, obedient, as his companion’s fingers hook in the waistband of his underwear.
Mingi lets out a quiet whine of impatience.
His boxers disappear over the side of the bed, immediately forgotten as Yunho settles between his legs, his hands smoothing up Mingi’s bare thighs, thumbs brushing agonizingly close to his dick.
Yunho’s gaze rakes over him, his breathing heavy with arousal. His attention snags on Mingi’s cock, his eyebrows briefly knitting, like he’s trying to make a decision.
Mingi is big. He knows. But that’s not what matters. He doesn’t care. He…hopes Yunho doesn’t either.
Reverent, comforting, Mingi reaches up to cup Yunho’s cheeks. The dog hybrid’s golden ears flick, the fur soft, in stark contrast to the thick tension of newness and desire between them.
The touch seems to break him from his thoughts.
Yunho dips down, kissing Mingi, slow and thorough with a hint of tongue and teeth. Pleasure threads between them. The sheets rustle. Mingi’s toes curl as Yunho carefully grinds his hips down.
He can feel the bulge of Yunho’s cock through the fabric of his underwear, the length of it.
He so desperately wants to see it, to taste, to feel it inside.
His tail thumps against the bed, wolf ears swiveling as Yunho’s lips trace across his jawline and over his neck, dipping to his collarbones. He sucks and nips across Mingi’s chest, painting reverent, rosy marks into his skin. It burns through Mingi’s instincts on a biological level.
Possessive. Territorial.
Mingi tentatively lifts his legs, pressing his thighs against Yunho’s hips, hoping his message is clear.
His companion continues to grind against him, though the pace slows to something agony-gentle and carefully attentive.
“Pup, tell me what you want,” Yunho murmurs, almost a plea in itself.
The pet name pinches low and hot in Mingi’s belly.
It makes him feel…small. In a good way. Owned. Claimed.
He slips one of his hands between them, letting his fingers trace over Yunho’s dick. He can feel the slight swell of a knot at the base of it. A shiver of arousal thrums through him.
“Inside,” he whispers. “Please?”
Yunho blinks at him, “Really?”
There’s genuine surprise in his tone, and a hint of relief.
Mingi lets out a rumble of agreement, curious fingertips stroking along Yunho’s length, coaxing. He can feel the slight dampness of his interest in the fabric, the smell of it musky and distinctly Yunho.
“Okay, yeah, let me…” Yunho draws away, and Mingi almost growls, but the dog hybrid doesn’t go far. He just opens a drawer in his nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube, then sheds the last piece of clothing between them.
Mingi watches with rapt attention as Yunho’s cock bobs free, slightly curved, flushed with intent, perfect. A pearl of arousal beads at its tip.
He wonders if Yunho would let him taste it.
A wet sound causes Mingi’s ears to twitch, the muscles of his abdomen clenching in anticipation as Yunho slicks his fingers.
Mingi parts his thighs without hesitation, letting Yunho settle between them again.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
“I will.”
Mingi offers Yunho a small smile, and his companion stares at him for a moment, his gaze softening, a blush sitting high and lovely on his cheeks.
And maybe this is easy because they’re both canine hybrids. Maybe it’s about body language and scent and instinct. Maybe it’s a dog thing. A wolf thing. A them thing.
Yunho leans up, catching his lips in a gentle kiss. There’s nothing heated about it, just slow and sweet, a different kind of warmth.
A finger circles Mingi’s entrance, deliberate, chasing sensation and subtle pleasure. Mingi’s thighs tense, his toes curling, his hands tangling in Yunho’s hair, brushing through the puppy-soft fur at the base of his ears.
The intrusion is expected, yet still leaves Mingi feeling breathless with the slight stretch around Yunho’s knuckles. He lets out a small sound, and Yunho kisses him in apology, moving carefully. Mild discomfort turns to desire, faint arousal sparking with every pump of his hand. Mingi breathes through it, losing himself in the rhythm of it, then the stretch of another finger, soothed with kisses that Yunho peppers across Mingi’s neck and chest, over the marks he already left there.
Impatience begins to mix with pleasure, Mingi’s hips lifting to meet Yunho’s hand.
Three fingers. It should be enough. He fidgets, clinging, trying to pull Yunho closer.
The dog hybrid growls, a playful warning.
Mingi shivers, ears drooping in easy submission. Yunho brushes their noses, a gesture of affection, and Mingi parts his lips, pressing his tongue over the plush lower one, a sign of deference and vulnerability.
Yunho sees it, his eyes darkening, and pounces, licking into Mingi’s mouth, taking and taking and taking. It’s everything. Willing submission burns through Mingi, and he revels in it, moaning, quiet, pleading. Yunho finally withdraws his fingers.
Slick sounds fill the room briefly, and Mingi wants to see Yunho’s fist around his cock, elegant fingers wrapped around silken skin, but he doesn’t dare move without Yunho’s permission.
The thrill of it thrums through his veins, his dick aching, resting heavy and full against his belly with the angle of his hips.
And then there is pressure at his entrance, the blunt head of a cock carefully nudged forward, and Mingi needs.
With each careful thrust, Yunho presses deeper, one of his hands splaying on Mingi’s chest, gentle, fingers mapping heated, marked skin and firm muscle, skimming over sensitive nipples, making Mingi twitch.
Their hips meet.
Mingi feels the brush of hair against him, coarse like wolf fur.
He is suddenly so very warm and so very full.
Yunho goes still for a moment, letting both of them adjust.
Mingi can feel his own heartbeat.
Past the stretch, under the sound of their unsteady breathing, a gentle swishing noise catches his attention. His tail is pinned between his body and the bed, which means…
The golden fur of Yunho’s tail sweeps across the blankets, a subconscious, rhythmic flick, eager, happy. With every breath, Mingi can feel the brush of the subtle swell of Yunho’s knot, the place where it will be, should they keep going.
When they keep going.
And Mingi can’t help but wonder how he didn’t see it before, that they could want each other this way, that it would feel so inexplicably right.
He shifts his hips, letting out a quiet rumble of invitation, and Yunho dips down to nuzzle into the crook of his neck, something sweet, something fond, before he pulls his hips back and snaps them forward again.
It punches a sound of pleasure from Mingi’s lungs, breathless and helpless in the best way.
Yunho growls again, low, possessive, and sets a quick, brutal pace.
Wet sounds fill the room, and Mingi can only lie there and take it, the heat of Yunho’s body, the force of his thrusts, the press of his teeth and tongue that feels like worship.
The swell of Yunho’s knot stretches him, a delicious ache that sears through Mingi with every smack of their hips.
His own cock leaks against his navel, throbbing and useless, knot swelling, flushed, hot skin in sharp contrast to the cold air.
Yunho grabs Mingi’s hips, pulling him forward, changing the angle, folding him, pinning him.
A moan and a snarl rip from his throat as he sees stars, his companion reaching between them, finally touching Mingi’s neglected cock, pumping purposefully, fist tight.
It’s overwhelming and so entirely perfect.
Pleasure begins to coil low in Mingi’s belly, his nails biting into Yunho’s shoulders.
The dog hybrid’s skin is slick with a light sheen of sweat, his breath warm and quick as he buries his face in the crook of Mingi’s neck, then buries his knot in Mingi’s ass with a smothered moan.
Mingi grunts, eyes going wide, body tensing, breath freezing in his lungs until, slowly, then all at once, he tips over the edge and shatters.
A whine leaves him, high and wanton and broken.
It takes a few moments for the world to fade back in.
When Mingi opens his eyes, Yunho is already staring down at him, wonder in his gaze, like Mingi is something unfathomably precious, something lovable, something to protect.
Then Yunho huffs a breath, a drop of sweat sliding from his hairline and falling onto Mingi’s collarbone as his companion leans forward and presses a kiss to Mingi’s forehead.
“Mine,” Yunho whispers like he means it.
And Mingi shivers, pleased down to his bones.
He loops his arms around Yunho, holding him close, needing in a different way.
Yunho indulges him, brushing his lips over Mingi’s neck, whispering soothing words as they remain locked together, Yunho’s hand still wrapped tight around Mingi’s knot.
Even after Yunho is able to pull out and cleans both of them up, they remain cuddled together in Yunho’s bed.
No curling up on the couch for Mingi.
He lies in sheets that smell like his companion, like subtle detergent and sweet musk and Yunho. The dog hybrid’s head rests on Mingi’s chest, their legs tangled, Mingi’s fingers combing through Yunho’s hair, pausing every so often to scratch at the puppy-soft fur at the base of his ears.
Soft soft soft.
A swishing noise fills the comfortable, sleepy silence, the sound of a tail wagging in the warm cocoon of their blankets.
Mingi smiles.
Mine.
Mingi knows he’s big. Intimidating. His sharp eyes and large stature make most people shy away. The fact that he’s a wolf hybrid usually takes care of the rest.
His species is known for its sharp teeth, bite strength, deep growls, feral snarls, and an intense penchant toward territorial possessiveness.
If anyone were to see him and Yunho together, they would probably first observe the way Mingi hovers, leans, and clings, the way he glares if anyone comes too close, the way he holds Yunho as if someone is trying to take him away.
They would probably assume Mingi is just as demanding and dominant in bed, all muscle and instinct and big bad wolf bravado.
Little do they know that it’s his companion who pulls the proverbial strings, the dog hybrid with the soft smile, soft laugh, and soft fur who has the wolf wrapped around his elegant fingers.
Mingi adores it.
Adores him.
And neither of them would change a thing about it.