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The heavy breathing in the dark cavern would be disconcerting if not for the fact that Seokjin is well aware of who it is. “Jeongguk-ah,” he calls softly, hand up and open as if the alpha can see it, or as if the wolf inside can be mollified for a pet. His cunt is here to mollify, Seokjin thinks with a delirious and short lived laugh. Already between his legs, a dull throb begins. Just thinking about it, taking this moment to acknowledge his own body’s wants and needs and how it might be met shortly, is enough for the first amount of slick to become known, and even if he can barely feel it, he knows the alpha will smell it.
“Jeonggukie, remember me?” Seokjin asks, mostly to calm his own nerves. “It’s your Jin hyung. Remember when you said I was the best omega you knew?” Jeongguk had said this as a young child, long before he’d presented as an alpha. In fact, back then, the growing consensus was that little Jeonggukie would be an omega, although his dam and therefore most opinionated believed he was born to be a beta, even keeled and suitable to lead in their pack. No one said such things about him, not even when he was that age. Everyone knew Seokjin was born to spread his legs, and here he was.
Granted, Seokjin spent all his moons on his own, not spreading his legs for any for that precise reason. Spite ended up a powerful motivator for leaving his birth pack. Everyone in that pack mistook good looks for a certain wantonness, and Seokjin, although plenty curious and happy to experience some things, never took anyone’s knot, no alpha or beta or even the extraordinarily rare omega who might both conceive but also knot another to conceive.
Unfortunately, intermingling with other packs did not spare him this; he found that most others shared many of the same ideals, and they were all too aware of Seokjin’s age, his unmarked neck, and his empty womb. Seokjin’s golden heat passed all but three months prior, and every day after, he waited until he was asked for a gift he could not deny. It was Jeongguk’s dam who found him, traveling for almost a fortnight to ask him. She begged of him, and Seokjin knew he could do much worse than come back for once sweet Jeon Jeongguk.
They had not seen each other for nearly two years, but Seokjin vaguely recalls seeing him some times after the alpha presented. Like all alphas, Jeongguk shot up in height and stature, effortlessly suited to hard labor and hunting without error. Seokjin tried hunting for sport a few times as an adult and the most he did was harm himself because his senses were not sharp enough to track both a wild boar at the same time as all his surroundings. It was a hard learned lesson that came with one broken leg and two broken fingers.
They did not know each other well then, but when Jeongguk was just a pup, it would have been hard to say he knew a stranger, as sweet and welcoming as Jeongguk was to all. Seokjin thinks that must have been the root of everyone believing he would make for a natural leader, because all Seokjin could see after Jeongguk presented was an obvious and foregone conclusion. For him, presentation was the natural process they tell tales of; for others, Seokjin included, it was being shoved into something painful at times. He wonders if Jeongguk ever felt the same.
When Jeongguk’s dam told him that her only child had been teetering on the edge of feral for several moons only to depart one night and never return, Seokjin knew he would help however he could, even if that meant this, but surely she must have been aware of the passing of his golden heat and what she was really asking - both something he could not refuse, but also something with lasting implications for them both.
Truly, all Seokjin could hope is that Jeongguk had not changed all that much, and if he was successful, he would be a good and kind alpha to him and any fruits of their labor.
He might shift onto all fours for this. It would certainly feel safer, but it would also be harder to keep instincts balanced out. Already, everything inside him screams to shift and present, his cunt throbbing harder by the minute. Fuck, he wants the attention. Wants an alpha the way he’s denied himself to prove others wrong, and why? He always knew it was nothing but foolishness on his part. All he’s done is deny himself and the inevitable, and now he has to stop to squeeze his legs together from excitement. He’s excited. Because it’s dark and because it sounds like he’s all alone, Seokjin reaches out to hold himself through his loose trousers, damp already through the cloth.
It always feels nice to pet himself, so Seokjin does, just gently, quietly. He presses harder on his most sensitive bundle through the pants until he can take away two fingers and rub them together to feel the slick.
It’s the loudest thing he can hear, because it is all he can hear. Quiet. It’s so quiet around him now without the panting breath he originally heard, just his own shallow breaths to keep him company.
Seokjin wants to get fucked, all this time spent traveling here to this moment, it was an agonizing time spent thinking about the feeling between his legs, the way his clothing rubbed against him in a way it always has and yet suddenly stirred something inside him. He’s fucked himself with the smooth porcelain tool gifted to him when he presented for his first heat with every passing heat since, and although the coolness inside of him always felt nice, now he doesn’t want anything that cold. He wants something hot, pulsing, something to gush inside of him so that when he leaks all over, it isn’t just over himself.
He’s never scented another like that. He’s saved it, like everything else, for a potential mate.
Moaning a little, Seokjin removes his shirt, then remembering where he is and that he waits for someone, hesitates, nipples pebbling and even that makes him wetter. “Alpha?” he calls timidly, rubbing a circle at the top of his damp folds idly. He smells him, the alphaness of his surroundings. If there was a fire, what would he see? A den with furs, a den with bones? Alphas go feral, a condition that happens to many at least once in their lifetime. It isn’t the sort of affliction that happens to omegas, nor betas.
Widening his legs, he moans louder, open mouthed panting, and needs to come, alpha or no alpha. “Can you smell me? I smell you.” He removes his top, then pushes down his bottoms. They make for a horrid nest, but better than nothing on the rough ground. Laying flat on his back, Seokjin pushes off his undergarments too, sniffing at them curiously. The slick is heavy on them, as heavy as early heat, and he puts them close by in case he needs to subdue an alpha with them later.
Previously, his firsthand experiences with feral alphas had been limited, and almost entirely confined to one pack that he traveled with for a short time a year prior. They were cursed, some said, but a short time with them confirmed that their social norms were different enough that Seokjin had to wonder if mandatory scenting would ease the higher presence of feral alphas and comatose omegas. He laid in the thick of three feral alphas at once and not one of them did more than nip at each other to be the one to lie directly on top of Seokjin. Like puppies in a pile, they were, when in the presence of a willing and viable omega.
Without an omega or beta?
Violence might be well known then. Seokjin never experienced it firsthand, but had seen the aftermath. It was always more frightening to help with the omegas who needed it, who had been so neglected they tore at their skin and hair and no longer shifted. The alphas who wanted him most taunted him frequently, reminding Seokjin that it could happen to him and would happen to him if he didn’t get mounted soon.
But moons came and went and Seokjin refused any alpha who made such demands. It did not mean it was easy for him. He met more than one compatible person - alpha, beta, and omega - and while betas sometimes felt more comfortable, even with them he could hardly go past a finger inside.
There’s nothing to see inside the cavern, no reason for his body to feel so desperate, but Seokjin pushes two fingers inside himself immediately. He’s more lucid than he would be for a heat, so the dampness and all the ways he feels to himself is nearly disconcerting, but the need he feels is dizzying. He thinks that if he can come once, maybe twice, he can either continue on his hunt for the alpha or surely, the alpha will have to find him. Doesn’t he smell good?
After all, he isn’t quiet. “Ah!” Seokjin finds a rocky area to raise one foot, spreading himself out. Feels so good. It’s dark, he’s fertile, his body hungers for it, and he knows somewhere close by, there’s an alpha who will take care of it, and by extension, Seokjin will take care of him.
They’re about to breed, and potentially, mate.
Seokjin shivers. “Please,” he begs, two fingers sliding up and down outside. So wet. Can’t Jeongguk hear how wet he is? He spreads the folds then lets go, as if snapping his hole open and shut, then repeats it, until he merely draws circles at the bundle near the top of his entrance.
He isn’t sure it’s ever felt this good just to touch himself, and Seokjin is an expert at that. He’s never found it hard to pleasure himself, and maybe that’s why he is the way he is now, flat on his back, the way everyone said he’d be one day. They’re lucky he waited. They’re lucky he can do this for their pack now, for their Jeongguk who has always been a favorite. Why hasn’t Jeongguk mated? He’s past the age when Seokjin would have assumed he would. There has to be no shortage of viable mates for him. Unless he greatly changed, anyone would want him. Seokjin wants him-
The thought stops him cold for a moment. He had never given proper thought of Jeongguk in that way until his dam appeared to ask for Seokjin to offer himself. He had seen Jeongguk as a mature wolf, handsome and strong. He was the sort of wolf any wanted, and many did, just among their birth pack. Jeongguk could go out and find another pack if he found none appeasing to him.
Now Seokjin entertained every idea of Jeongguk. Inside his hole, inside his mouth, between his hands. He wanted to hold the alpha’s knot and paint on his chest with it. He’d seen alphas knot before - on full moons, in public outings, someone might tease anyone with a knot and rather than give them the satisfaction of somewhere warm and wet to rest it, they’d tease them until they came, gushing out the tip and expanding at the root, until the human form could no longer take it and alphas shifted to all fours and humped wildly at the earth, or if too close to their rut, pin the closest down to take at least the tip of it, even if they couldn’t fit in at that point.
Seokjin watched alphas come from afar and from not so far after he presented. Once no one had to hide it from him, he got close to a mated couple when neither was in rut or heat, lucid fucking that held no danger for him to observe. It was memorizing the way a cock went in and out, the receiving beta wordless in pleasure. Seokjin had laid down next to them and fucked himself with his porcelain appendage, vaguely shaped the same as the alpha cock and with the same motions in time with the thrusting, but he wondered if he looked as pretty as this beta had when she was fucked.
This was the closest he got to breeding. He could lie next to a mating couple or group, and he could pick up their satiated scents and wear them as their own, but he never fooled anyone. They knew his bred scent was a lie, and the one time Seokjin decried that he let a beta knot him, the alphas in that pack made quick work to hold him down and check. The beta splattered some on his arm when she came, but it wasn’t enough. His cunt couldn’t do the lying for him.
He stopped lying about after that.
Seokjin thinks about the last time he traveled back to his birth pack and saw Jeongguk; how big his arms had gotten, decorated with tattoos of his accomplishments, and all the hoops through his years to mark his years of maturity after presenting. He would collect them until mated.
He remembers when the alpha saw Seokjin, Jeongguk promptly stepped out of his pants, the only clothing he wore at that moment, to stand before him and present himself, and Seokjin, only passing through, flushed and squeezed his legs shut while he ate a homecoming plate.
“You won’t choose him?” Yoongi had asked, face seriously pinched in thought. “Jeongguk is strong, but he won’t hurt you.”
“He wants you,” Jimin had giggled, eyes caressing the nude form of both Taehyung and Namjoon from afar. What Seokjin wanted to tell him is that other packs did not require wolves to only mate one wolf, that his omega nestmate should have both the alpha and beta should he want, and Jimin clearly wanted, but rather Seokjin confided that he did not want to risk a breeding yet.
Yoongi lifted one eyebrow at him, then leaned back, petting himself through his pants. Howls erupted around them, two wolves sniffing up both alongside and behind him at once, and Yoongi hung his head back and allowed them to lick.
One wolf cautiously slid next to Seokjin at the same time, but Seokjin growled until they paused. It was Jeongguk who kicked at their haunches from behind to send them scattering, and Seokjin came eye level with the swaying member that could have been inside him that very moment should he chose. He glanced at it because he had to, it was unavoidable, and under his gaze, it twitched and lifted half hard.
Seokjin moans now at the memory. Where is that cock when he’s ready for it?
What if he had let Jeongguk mount him then? What if his first knot had been side by side with Yoongi under Hoseok. What if he stayed to watch Taehyung fuck Jimin followed by Namjoon? What if Jimin took both of them at the same time while Seokjin struggled with one alpha knot?
“Jeongguk,” Seokjin moans, head thrashing. “Jeongguk, I have something for you.” With one hand, he spreads himself, then with the other hand, he pushes three fingers in. He arches his back up and down, like a fish flopping on a riverbed with nowhere to go, then holds out his slickened hand in waiting.
“Alpha,” he croons, a little delirious feeling. Thinking of his beautiful packmates that he hasn’t seen in so long, thinking of them and how they fuck - he wants that. He wants that now. Jeongguk can breed him and maybe mate him and maybe they can go back. What if Seokjin returned now and no longer tended to the packs in the south? He spent so much time caring for them, especially their young. He even practiced nursing when hungry mouths had no teet to latch on.
He could have an alpha latch for now.
Seokjin howls; as a human, it isn’t the same, but his anguish is audible. He waves his knees open and shut to fan his scent out, hoping he is as fertile as his dam promised he would be. He can’t stop moving, can’t stop fucking himself if this is how it has to be. Of course, he can get on his knees, he can move around his dark surroundings and fuck himself a little on the edges to mark his teritory. There is no omega here. There is only one alpha, and Seokjin came here to have him.
So desperate is he that even his cunt on a rock feels good. He knows better than to be too rough, but it’s like an itch that he can’t stop scratching now that he’s started. He feels around some of the more smooth walls until he finds something very new and exciting - a fur. A fur with the scent of Jeongguk, almost exactly how he remembers it.
Seokjin laves at it, open mouth and tongue lengthening. He doesn’t want to shift though, he wants his fingers, needs his fingers inside him when he has nothing else. Seokjin cups his breast with his other hand and imagines milking here on this very fur, a fur provided by his alpha. Squeezing, he swears he could make some milk right here, right now, if only he had an alpha cock next to him. One scent would make him gush. Seokjin leaked before in sympathy with a milking omega in one of his visiting packs; it wasn’t real milk, just watery, but it would fool a feral alpha.
Jeongguk.
How could his Jeongguk be feral?
Seokjin will have him, he’ll bring him back. They’ll breed without sanity and when they’re sane they can choose to go back to their birth pack or start a new one. Seokjin may be past his golden heat, but he can still give an alpha lots of pups. He feels it in his chest; there’s a lot of room for pups. A whole little. Seokjin could have a litter at once for him.
Finally, he hears him, a low encroaching growl with four padding feet. Stalking ever closer, not hurried though. “Alpha!” he cries, pushing his hips up and down. He takes out his fingers and stretches his hand out once more. “Taste! Alpha, taste!”
A rough tongue laps at his fingers and Seokjin gasps, bumping down into the fur because he can’t stand it. Why does he feel like this? He knows he shouldn’t. He doesn’t feel this way during heat, but traveling here for days has left him thinking of nothing else. The tongue stops, and crying out, Seokjin feels one paw planted on his back, pushing him down before a cold and quivering snout moves along his sides to his legs. Seokjin spreads them. He spreads them as wide as he can and this time it’s his turn to be licked.
It’s better this way, Seokjin thinks feverishly. He doesn’t have to share any of Jeongguk with anyone else like this. His first mount won’t be public, but if they’re successful and they go back, Seokjin will walk into the middle of the pack and present for everyone to see, and only when they think he’s come back for one of them will Jeongguk come forth and mount him.
Jeongguk’s snout pushes into his opening hard enough that Seokjin’s lower body is thrown upwards and then down. The puff of air there makes him wail out - the tongue comes again, and that is good, but he needs more. Seokjin needs to flip onto his backside despite the angrier growl this time - feral, he reminds himself, Jeongguk is feral - but his puphole is surely most appetizing like this. He feels the teeth at the sides of his thighs, the inspecting nose pushing so hard against him it’s nearly inside, replaced only by the wide and flat tongue lapping him up.
Seokjin pushes at the wolf head, the softness of the ears flicking against the inside of his leg, reminding him to spread. He thrusts up against the drag of the tongue, shuddering, cupping his chest. “Do you like it?” Seokjin asks. “Do you remember when you presented yourself to me?”
He slides a hand back down to rub himself until the alpha growls, lifting his head which Seokjin uses as his chance to slide down a little until he feels what he needs. The alpha cock hangs between his hind legs, half sheathed but leaking and hard at the tip. Seokjin grabs it and squeezes until the wolf makes a noise he’s never heard a wolf make before. He would be content for the wolf to fuck him; he knows it isn’t the most practical for this, but feral gives them some excuse from tradition. As is, Seokjin feels his body preparing itself, the slick sliding out and down his body, a pool forming under him.
Jeongguk as a wolf collapses on top of him, licking then at Seokjin’s face, his neck, and the omega can purr. “Yes. Yes, I came for you. I chose you. I waited, I wanted-” He ruts his hips up and down as much as possible because he’s so closed to getting fucked now, but the shuddering mass on top of him changes so two hands clutch at his shoulders and back.
“Hyung.” Jeongguk’s rasps, human tongue hoarse from lack of use. “Seokjin hyung. Omega hyung.”
Between them, Seokjin squeezes Jeongguk’s swollen cock with one hand, then with the other, massages his knot down lower. “Miss me?”
Growling, Jeongguk scent marks as much of him as he can, and Seokjin’s body teeters on the edge of a climax from this. His cock remains there, trapped against Seokjin’s lower stomach. “You want me, right? Your dam asked me-”
Jeongguk bites at his chest. Seokjin freezes so the twitch of the alpha’s dick may be keenly felt. “Said you always wanted to court me-”
The alpha pulls up one of Seokjin’s legs. “Said I was probably the only one who could bring you back, that you’ve gone feral more than once now.” Seokjin smiles to himself as the other leg gets hitched up around Jeongguk’s waist, cock resting between them and on top of his womb.
“I didn’t even have to let you breed me,” Seokjin hums. It’s too dark to see much of any detail, but he sees some of the alpha’s expression. “You’ve already come back to me.”
“I’m still going to breed you.”
Seokjin laughs. “I’ll go feral if you don’t.” Between his legs, Jeongguk brushes his palm up and down over his puphole, now silky to the touch, grinding the heel of his palm downwards over the hard bud until Seokjin shouts.
“You’re panting like you’re in heat,” Jeongguk says. “Are you?”
Seokjin shakes his head, then remembers to answer. “No, but I’ll let you pup me all the same.”
“Oh?” Jeongguk taps himself over Seokjin’s cunt, then slides up and down to get himself ready. “You want this breed to take?”
Seokjin eagerly pumps his hips into the air to chase that wonderful alpha cock. He’ll show him. He’ll take all of it, he’ll let Jeongguk fill him up as many times as he wants. “Yes, but I want you to breed me in front of Jimin too.”
“Jimin has one pup and two more on the way,” Jeongguk replies, but Seokjin doesn’t think that’s possible. He hasn’t been gone long enough for that to be possible. Who is the sire? Seokjin growls, kicking at Jeongguk’s leg.
“And none better be yours,” he hisses, a threat to his knot if he answers yes. Jeongguk snaps his teeth back at him.
“No one knows the sire, but I have never bred Jimin.” When Jeongguk pushes himself in, all fight goes out of Seokjin, his entire body goes lax in the alpha’s hands. “You have not been bred. Ever.”
The sound of his voice makes Seokjin desperately wish he could see his face clearly - Jeongguk sounds a little wondrous, and Seokjin remembers well what the pup’s starry eyes used to be like.
“No.”
“I can tell.” Jeongguk’s cock is hot, heavy. It feels like Seokjin holds something without any hands, merely his womb. It is wonderful. “You will not be bred at any other.”
“What will you do if someone mounts me for-” Jeongguk pulls out, and screaming, Seokjin’s entire being feels snapped in two. “Nonononono - please - please-”
Jeongguk thrusts inside. “If I knot you, you’re mine.”
“But-” Seokjin can’t believe this is how it feels. When he reaches between his legs, he feels the knot swelling and pulsing, growing right there on the entrance, nestled and growing ready. “You have to breed me first.”
“You humped around my den and my furs, you might as well be pregnant. What do you think was on them? I find you here, rubbing yourself over where I knot nightly.”
Seokjin arches his back with a moan - what if? It’s probably not possible. It doesn’t matter now, not with Jeongguk inside of him, not when he was leaking when he went in, but the idea of having the alpha’s illicit pup without him ever having a choice about it makes him flush. “Breed me!”
Jeongguk spreads him open around where his cock sits. If he looks for something, Seokjin would not know what. “I’m perfect!”
“You had your golden heat? Is that why? Now? After I offered myself summers ago?”
“Breed me or I’ll find someone else!
“Who would you ask? Namjoon?” The alpha’s name is enough to make Seokjin clench. “But you’d already have my seed inside you if I let you go now, and then you would have to forever wonder who it was that truly bred you, but until your pup grew a nose that looked just like mine, one who smiles without dimples-”
He picks Seokjin up into his lap, spreading his legs over his hips and grinding him down and in a circle around his cock like he was grinding grain on a rock. Seokjin’s eyes roll back as he braces himself, back bent like a bow. “I would watch, if you want, knowing you already had mine. I think you know you were meant to be bred by me.”
The alpha bucks upwards once, as hard as a punch, then again, until the knot threatens to nearly push in as well. Seokjin hyperventilates.
“Alpha, alpha, alpha, alpha-” He squeezes his legs around Jeongguk’s side then butterflies them up, ill content to sit still when he’s so close. “Breed me! Breed me like this, then mount me properly!”
“Then mount you in front of Namjoon, Hoseok, Minho, all those alphas you let sniff around?”
“I never even let any of them so much as taste me!”
“Say it.” Jeongguk has a couple of fingers inside Seokjin along with his cock, he realizes. For how long? The alpha removes them, leans back, and Seokjin realizes his knot is ready. Brutally, he fucks himself downwards until it’s inside him, as painful as it is blissful. Seokjin shouts, hands supporting his womb from the outside.
“I waited!” he shouts. “I waited for you!”
It is a half truth, but a half truth is powerful enough. Seokjin waited because he did not long for a mate or a pack of his own for so long, and when Jeongguk presented himself to him summers ago, it did stir interest, especially when he learned that the alpha must have smelled said interest and held onto the hope of it. Seokjin left as planned after a short visit, but he had thought of the alpha often after, even if he did not make plans to return and act upon it until his golden heat, until Jeongguk’s dam directly pleaded with him to take Jeongguk’s breeding, and hopeful mating.
It is only a half truth in that it feels like it is entirely true now. All Jeongguk has to do is grind up on Seokjin’s walls and he comes with a shout, slick leaking out around the knot. The alpha lies him down on his back and puts one hand over Seokjin’s stomach so they can both feel where he is inside of him, and if he could see the alpha’s face, he imagines an impish grin. Seokjin runs his hands up and down his womb through his belly, and Jeongguk makes a grunting noise.
“Oh.” Seokjin blinks, feeling something he can’t name but can. “I didn’t think it would be like that.” Like a rattlesnake shaking inside of him.
When the knot goes down enough, Jeongguk fucks in and out without ever leaving his body. It is peaceful, the second knot, but the sun lighting the entrance to the den turns Seokjin desperate. He gives no warning, merely shifting with a twist in his hips, and Jeongguk makes no protest other than to shift in return, upper body hopping onto Seokin’s back and arching until he slips back in.
This time, right before a knot catches, Seokjin runs. It feels so wrong not to have the alpha inside him, but so right to be chased, to be hunted out in the open air. Seokjin darts across a field where birds scatter and a hare races alongside him. In this form, Jeongguk pins him to the ground with fangs in his neck, all the air knocked out of his body when the shuddering hulk of his body collides with his. Jeongguk doesn’t move his upper body, only his lower body to push back into him. Seokjin whines, and two wolves fucking in the middle of the field lasts only so long before they melt back into arms and legs, twined together as tightly as the knot inside him.
Seokjin pants, teeth in his nape. “Soon you can-” The knot tugs between them, and rather than a pang of hurt, it only feels sweet, like the time he had raw sugar on his teeth. “Claim me for real.”
Jeongguk releases his nape to lap up the blood. It’s hard to feel anything other than between his legs, the mess that runs all the way down to his ankles and the soles of his feet now, so he can hardly feel the bleeding. “I could. Right now.” Jeongguk drags his teeth across Seokjin’s neck to his scent gland.
“You’re supposed to - to wait.”
“You think I won’t make good on my word?” What word, Seokjin thinks. Seokjin came to him and offered himself up so that Jeongguk could go back to the pack like a good alpha, and whatever happened to Seokjin was collateral. Either they’d have a pupped omega to celebrate as well, or he was useless as dirt in a drought but free, released of all potential ties and favors expected of him from his birth pack.
The alpha turns them onto their sides, one hand skimming down Seokjin’s hip then thigh. When he lifts up one of Seokjin’s legs, exposing both of them but mostly the omega, he turns to hide his face in his hands.
“Look at you.” Inside him, Seokjin feels Jeongguk stirring. He hardens thinking about what he’s done to Seokjin’s body. “You think there’s a chance you aren’t pupped?”
He inspects him, next he can, sliding out and down, holding Seokjin’s legs open over his shoulders while he tenderly touches him, inside and out. “Do you always look like this?” he asks. “Outside of heat?”
“How would I know?” Seokjin barks, and that makes Jeongguk laugh. It is then that Seokjin hears and sees a little of the alpha he grew up with, no matter the difference of the throbbing sex between his legs.
Roughly, succinctly, Jeongguk pulls him abruptly back down to have him like that, on his back under the shade of a tree much older than either of them. Jeongguk fucks egregiously, grunting with every thrust so that Seokjin has to wonder what the difference between this and a rut would be. Perhaps it is the rut that will hurt. Seokjin in this moment feels only a little loose, which he was always warned would deter alphas, and yet, here he was.
He is a complete omega, and his chest swells with satisfaction and pride so complete that he cannot stay still.
Jeongguk tackles him when Seokjin attempts to stand, ankles locked under the alpha and heavily breathing in the crook of his neck. “You can’t leave again,” Jeongguk warns, fangs mouthing over his neck. This time, Seokjin gets to see all of his expression, the wantonness but also the desperation. Was this his fault? When was the first time Jeongguk turned feral?
“If you’re so sure, do it then.” Seokjin pants, thrashing just enough that he can say he put up a fight. He’ll either leave with Jeongguk as his mate, or he’ll leave alone with nothing but migrating packs to chase, no real connection, no assurances for the future. When Jeongguk’s dam found him, she reminded him: in the north, they have permanent shelters. Seokjin had old friends and family still in the pack.
She promised him that her alpha son would give him only the strongest pups.
Jeongguk could have any omega he wanted, and yet she sought him out.
If Seokjin goes back with Jeongguk, he’ll wear his mark first. He came for the alpha when he was prepared, mentally and physically. Jeongguk’s dam left him with the ceremonial tea and said she would not stay to see if he drank it or not, but he thinks she must have known his answer. Surely she could smell it.
“No. I think I’ll wait.” Jeongguk slides two fingers down the sweat on his chest, between his breasts, down towards his navel and then past it to his thatched mound. “I’ve pupped you sure, but I’ll take you home. Mate you there.” He pushes his fingers in, broad and rough padded from hard labor. As thick and mean tempered as his hands may look, they are gentle inside him, exploratory, as if he has the prowess and knowledge to suss the results of breeding with just those two fingers.
He drags them out in the same route, pushing them into his mouth and moaning. Seokjin’s legs tremble, caught under the alpha’s weight even if he’s the one holding them both up. “I’ll taste tomorrow. To make sure. Now, run along.”
Seokjin can hardly stand. He makes a questioning noise, as full of confusion as it is fatigue, but Jeongguk bites at him until Seokjin darts into a shift and runs four legged, a howl rising behind him. A howl during the day can only mean one of two things, but there are no other wolves near enough to hear it. It is only the two of them for such a great run of the land that Jeongguk can be as confident as he pleases.
His alpha chases him back to the cave where Seokjin runs up a ravine on the side to jump down and tackle him as he passes through. Jeongguk growls, hair fluffed out in a way that makes him even bigger. His coat is darker than Seokjin’s - a rich brown, like wet earth, whereas Seokjin has highlights of wheat on his side.
They spend the night as their wolves, doing no more than everything they were meant to, and come dawn, Jeongguk shifts, sitting back on human haunches with a smirk and waiting. Seokjin presents his tummy, first as a wolf, then melting into human limbs. “So pretty, omega.” Jeongguk brushes over his whole body two fingers at a time while Seokjin trembles. He supposes he’s given Jeongguk the right to casually refer to him as such.
Jeongguk puts two fingers inside, takes two fingers out, then moans around them in his mouth. “Do you want to taste?” he asks, fingers dragging down his bottom lip. Seokjin can’t quite answer, so Jeongguk gets his other hand wet and brushes it over his lips. Unfortunately, despite teaching omegas and betas to check themselves, Seokjin never followed his own advice. He never learned his own taste.
“I told you it’d take.” He puffs up his chest. Seokjin won’t wonder - he will simply know. “It isn’t called a golden heat for no reason.”
Jeongguk leans over his body until Seokjin falls backwards, the heat rising off the alpha’s skin visible in the chilled growing daylight. One hand over Seokjin’s throat, he says, “One thing left to do.”
The sun sinks on a different night, not far in the future, when Jeongguk howls while walking in a leisurely circle around the homes of their birth pack. The moon is full, and the message is clear. At dusk on a full moon, before it is fully risen, there is only one reason to howl.
Jeongguk howls until they gather. When Seokjin pads as quietly as possible into the communal area, the very same as he remembers it, he shifts back to two legs, head bent, unsure if he wants to know who gathered and who did not.
Seokjin reminds himself that even if it’s all done, even if the conclusion is foregone, it’s alright to keep some traditions.
On his knees, he spreads them wide.