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Canines were all the same, they told him. All the same of course. As much as there were chances of Yunho beating the world champion at his own game. Similar, maybe. Sometimes. Regarding some aspects. But the same? Yunho will not be fooled anymore. Actually, he may have thought that before he entered university and met the one that he declared being an absolute bastard: Song Mingi.

Because before that, Yunho’s life was perfectly average. He went to an all hybrid school that his parents attended before him, and that fact strangely made them happier than they should have been in Yunho’s opinion. He had good grades, good friends – if you forget that time Wooyoung got so excited that his half Pomeranian nature showed and he strongly bit Yunho’s shoulder, which left him scars in the shape of his teeth – and a relatively good way of life. He only presented a bit late, at fifteen, after having a terrible fever that made him thought he was dying, but that was close to all. Nothing else stood out.

He graduated, fucked around a lot at that party his high school organized at the end of their last year, and it was at that moment he agreed that he would not do relationships. Being a beta did not help his case. This night had been a bliss and an absolute nightmare at the same time. Yunho appreciated he had presented as a beta, even though his big six foot-tall male ego had been quite hit by the fact he had been sure he would present as an alpha. Excuse him and his disappointment, but all the signs were showing. He had grown exceptionally quick and ended up taller than both his parents, and he grew muscles easily and effortlessly. And he also had a very leader-like nature, mind you. At least his mom told him so. But moms were always right… right?

Anyhow, Yunho had been satisfied after spending a week straight whining that it was “utterly unfair” and that his “dick deserved a damn knot to complement its great girth”, and that was something none of his parents should have heard but they still let Yunho sulk. He had always been a great and easy son to have around, they could bear with some personal details that they would obviously end up forgetting. Yunho did lose his virginity at that party, soon after he turned eighteen, to Wooyoung’s best friend, San, a fox hybrid and an omega. Perfect for Yunho since there was no hell he would take anything up his ass, beta or not. And even though it had been great, especially since San guided him all along and pushed all the right buttons, he had felt deeply unsatisfied after he came, for some reason. That was the moment he began sulking about not being an alpha. It was in his blood! And his inability to actually form a knot surely was the painful thing about that. Yeah, it sure was. May his beta nature go to hell.

Except that after he drank a little more – he deeply hated hangovers, so really not much – Yunho went out of the house to get some fresh air and it was where he met Hongjoong. Hongjoong was actually a former student that helped the students of Yunho’s promotion to organize the entire party since he had been in charge of it the year before, when he graduated himself. He was small, and even though he was a leopard hybrid, it should never have made Yunho excited and on verge of popping a boner every time Hongjoong’s hand brushed him. It did. And that was how he ended up in Hongjoong’s bed – not literally, he had no idea who owned that bed, to be honest – on all fours, getting way too much pleasure being taken from behind. He was not a damn omega. There was no slick, so he expected it to hurt, even after some preparations. It would have been normal. He had expected to hate it. Yunho will always blame his half golden retriever part for the ridiculous amount of drool that ended up on the cushions that night. He put the idea that he liked it so much on the fact that it must have been the thrill of the moment. First time like that with a feline hybrid, cute and small but who radiated so much confidence Yunho had felt like he was towered by him. Even the fact that Hongjoong had tried to drape himself over Yunho while fucking him and miserably failed did not make it ridiculous for Yunho. He was just a beta that had a good time and slightly lost control. A beta, not an omega.

So when Yunho presented for the second fucking time, he legitimately felt like death was a sweet option compared to what he was living. No it was not, and the idea had been stupid, but really, who presented a second time. Whose second gender changed like that, uncalled for? It had begun in the bus on his way home when he felt his skin itching as if the entire population of mosquitos of the city had decided to come and bite his skin from the inside. He had done his best to stay still until his stop, maybe it was simply the air in the bus that made it uncomfortable for him. However, Yunho will remember it as one of the worst moments of his life, when a high school girl came to him to ask him if he was alright and needed help, he bared his neck and whined out loud, before he even realised he was doing that. Yunho just shifted around and went to the back of the bus once he was aware of how exactly he had reacted, trying not to embarrass himself more. Why in the hell would he have reacted like that?

“Did she smell like an alpha?” The doctor had asked. Of course the itching did not stop once he got home and his parents quickly took him to their family doctor, a peacock hybrid with natural blue hair that Yunho was terribly jealous of. He wanted that.

“I don’t know. I was not focused on the scent.” Now that he thought about it, it sounded like a lie. He had somehow and for no reason never been that focused on the citrus-like, very sour scent of that girl. She radiated confidence, and she definitely radiated alpha.

“The results of your blood tests are in, and it seems like your hormones were not fully stable that time you presented before. It got fixed and you actually presented as an omega. Now onto the suppressants and what kind you’d need to match your way of life. Do you have a regular partner to spend your heats with?”

At this moment, Yunho’s brain disconnected from reality, and he barely remembered what he told the doctor. Apparently, cases of hormones messing up a presentation were rare enough, so people did not talk about it, but common enough for professionals not to be that surprised.

An omega.

Yunho spent his first heat alone and regretted ever despising the fact that he had presented as a beta before. It was boring to him, sure hell it was, but nothing could ever compare to the pain and humiliation he felt during his first heat. His parents and brother were leaving the house as soon as possible in the morning and found every excuse to come back late and leave him alone. Yunho’s scent had sweetened so much the whole house reeked of something that his brother described as “a honey indigestion”. He had felt the need to cling, the need to find things to gather on his bed and let himself melt into them, the need to be physically and emotionally full. And the only thing he got out of that was three fingers in himself and an orgasm that had never felt this wrong. He hated it. The pleasure built and built even more, and the moment it crashed, it somehow became totally ruined, leaving Yunho totally dissatisfied.

Maybe he refused to take the heat suppressants before that because he felt like his hormones did enough crazy things to his body, but the experience totally made his mind change. That was also when he learnt that the blood results – how even could they see it? – proved that, just like most cases of false presentation, Yunho would not be able to bear a child. His body has neither developed as the one of an alpha, even if he had presented as such, he would not have been able to form a knot, nor as a complete omega. His insides and apparently the way everything worked would stick to the most basic things: the production of slick, the heat and everything that came with it that Yunho despised. At least, his heats would get suppressed.

Or so he thought. But that was before Mingi came crashing into his life.

They met at university through Yeosang, which was Yunho’s science lab partner. Yeosang was a bunny hybrid that had strangely presented as a beta, which was very uncommon for the species, but Yeosang himself had seemed a bit strange to Yunho at first. Nothing like most bunny hybrids, no excitement, no literal jumping around, Yeosang was naturally composed and an introvert. He may have almost kicked Wooyoung’s balls the moment the two of them met for the first time and Wooyoung had tackled him because “he smells soft”.

Yeosang and Mingi were childhood friends in the same way Yunho and Wooyoung were, and it was actually the only person Yunho saw Yeosang accept cuddles from. Because Mingi was clingy. And that was an understatement. Yunho felt deeply ill-at-ease when he was around Mingi because of the clash between his wolf – a damn wolf, as if Yunho needed that – instincts and the fact that he was just a giant teddy bear. A teddy bear that apparently appreciated the idea of having Yunho close to him since he would try to initiate any type of physical contact at any given occasion. Even if there was no occasion given really, now that Yunho thought about it. He would just constantly try to touch Yunho without any reason, making him absolutely crazy.

Of course it would have to go down.

Mingi was an alpha and was taking the same type of suppressants as Yunho did. The effect was stronger on omegas as long as the desperation was not too intense, and because Yunho’s hormones that screamed “baby right now please” did basically not exist, he was fine. Mingi was not. Yunho thought he was. Until the day he discovered Mingi was just repressing the overflow of hormones that even he could smell, just because Mingi was again getting way too close to him. And it may have made him snap. Or his body, definitely his body, Yunho had more self-control than this, thank you very much.

It was a casual back hug. It should not have had any peculiar effect, they were drinking coffee before their next seminar with Yeosang, and Mingi felt the urge to hug Yunho. To hug anyone that did not look like he would kill him on the spot, which Yeosang definitely seemed to consider. The smell of his coffee was so strong that Yunho did not catch on the hormones Mingi was emitting, so he had the same behaviour when he felt Mingi’s front drape over his back. He squirmed to get out of his hold. Normally, it would probably have stopped Mingi that would have just restrained it a bit longer and then laughed about it. But Mingi growled, loud and low in his throat, his lips pursed and his muscles tensing the moment he felt Yunho’s body rub against his.

And to hell, Song Mingi. Yunho had no idea how it happened, but he felt a wave of submissiveness running through his whole body, directly curling up and exposing the part of his neck closer to Mingi’s face, closer to when the sound came from.

“Shit, Yunho, don’t—” Mingi grunted against his neck, which made Yunho’s legs turn into jelly in front of a confused Yeosang that now had a stain of spilt coffee on his beige polo.

“Hey, hey, not here! Yunho, what the hell?”

And Yunho wanted to reply. What what the hell? He was the one in a difficult situation here, and maybe Mingi had been his friend before him, but in this case, taking his side was purely unfair.

“Yunho, you’re reeking! Did you take your suppressants correctly?” Yeosang asked, hesitant to touch him. “Mingi, let go of him, let go!” However, the moment Yeosang reached to untangle Mingi’s hands around Yunho’s waist, Mingi dragged Yunho closer to him if it was even possible and snarled at his best friend.

“Are you fucking with me…” Yeosang muttered, trying not to show his panic at his friend’s dominant and predatorial behaviour. Bunnies were damn preys and Yeosang’s instincts were kicking in. “Either you two manage to calm down in the next ten seconds or you leave. You can’t attend the lesson like that.”

“I’m fine, I’m— fine—” Yunho babbled, unable to control his whole body pushing against Mingi, bathing in the alpha’s strong bonfire smell.

“Yeah, and I’m the queen of England. Did you take it? Your suppressants?”

“I’m not dumb—”

“Not dumb but you’re in heat right now. And if you took them correctly, it seems Mingi triggered it.”

And that should have been Yunho’s first cue to run and never approach the two of them again. That was something he heard. An alpha so strong and a compatibility so important between hormones that a heat or a rut could be triggered by a partner. But Mingi and he were friends at the most, on days Yunho did not want to punch him in the face for the most ridiculous reasons. Especially because Yunho had in mind that they were absolutely nothing alike. Wooyoung had been testing his patience with his come on, a canine is a canine. As if his behaviour was close to Wooyoung’s in the first place. You bet there was absolutely no way Yunho would end up having his heat triggered by Mingi’s sudden rut and that they would both end up in Mingi’s insalubrious studio apartment. Was it a rat he saw running the moment Mingi opened – smashed open – the door?

Before Yunho could even shoot a question or any kind of remark at Mingi, his chest met the closest wall, his head almost hitting it full force, and his neck became decorated with hickeys and other teeth marks. He would have told Mingi to slow down, to calm down, to tone down, anything to make it more bearable and less overwhelming but no word would come out of his throat. It was good, it was exactly what his body needed but he had no time to fully take everything in.

Before he even knew it – and because Mingi was apparently enough of a gentleman not to take him in the middle of the hallway – he had his face squished onto the mattress, his ass up in the air and Mingi’s cock drilling into him after being asked a quick “this okay?” to which he nodded because he was not expecting the harsh pace. He wanted to turn around and ask for a pause, he wanted to tell Mingi to be gentler. However, even though it was not what he had wanted or needed exactly, his body reacted in the best way. The shivers running up and down his spine were so good, pleasure was overwhelming l him so much he had begun drooling onto the sheets, unable to control his mouth. He should have hated Mingi’s harsh thrusts, he did not even know how his body could take something like that. He was barely aware of the squelch of Mingi’s dick pounding into his hole and the growls it dragged out of the younger.

He came back to reality when he felt it inflate. Suddenly, the thrusts were replaced by powerful grinding, almost pushing down Yunho into the mattress even more. It was fine, and somehow it was around that time that he felt himself reaching his peak, coming undone under Mingi and covering the sheets under him with his semen. And maybe that was what made it all worse. He heard friends – including Wooyoung because of course he was always there to talk when it was about dick – talk about the after-sex daze. That floaty moment when nothing seemed real, and you basked into the aftermath of your orgasm. That lasted approximately five seconds for Yunho before the knot growing inside of him and catching on his rim began to make him cry.

It hurt.

Yunho felt lightheaded again, but not that same type he had been just before. Not the type where he felt he could let go. The pain was not turning into pleasure, if everything, it was sheer overstimulation. The overwhelming was intense and too much for him, suddenly he felt as if the totality of his muscles wanted to get out of his body. The pressure from the inside was so much his whole frame began to shudder, his legs quaking under his own weight. He broke down when Mingi released inside of him in another of those low growls, nails digging into Yunho’s side, knot settled inside of him. Yunho whined, unconsciously trying to reach behind him and grab onto something, anything that could make the pain better. When he met Mingi’s hand, he took it firmly in his and tugged hard to pull Mingi closer to him.

Bad idea.

Yunho whined loud as Mingi’s front almost met his own back, unexpectedly rocking into Yunho once more, accentuating the pressure of the knot. Yunho let go of Mingi, gathered his arms under his head and let himself cry. He could hear Mingi come back to his senses, gasp and try to move, making the both of them wince from the sensation. Before Yunho could protest, – and you bet he would have – Mingi quickly draped himself over him, his cock still nestled, and made them both fall of their side. And if you wanted Yunho’s opinion, Mingi could be grateful his parents taught him not to give to his urge to bite whenever he got angry. Not as if Yunho had anything to bite, Mingi was in his back, and if he did not want to feel as if he was teared from the inside, Yunho could not move. The thought made him whine again and he hugged himself, his two arms wrapped around his own chest the best he could. He almost jolted at the sudden hand against his thigh, and it reminded him he had nothing to cling onto. He was on the verge of just taking one of the pillows, hugging it tight and never let go.

“I’m sorry.”

In any other circumstances, it would have made Yunho feel better, but for whatever reason – and he’d blame it on his hormones – it made his tears come back stronger. He could not stop them, he was still in pain physically, now he felt in pain mentally and he did not even know why, and Mingi’s apologies did not make it any better. His vision was so blurry, and his senses were so confused that he did not feel Mingi’s hand creeping its way under his neck and cover his eyes delicately before all he could see was black while he realised he had his eyes open. The moment after, he hiccupped when he felt Mingi’s other arm circle his waist, triggering Yunho’s oversensitivity but not letting go, and dragging Yunho’s upper body closer to Mingi’s, their respective back and front were flushed.

Yunho was about to say something else, to tell Mingi not to move him around when he was still balls deep inside of him and there was a monster trying to open his wall. As if it were not enough for him to handle. Mingi shushed him before he could speak, effectively turning him silent. It was almost like a whistling, still demanding and dominant to make Yunho’s submissive – damn – side work like it should, but also low and calming. Very calming. Almost soothing. Yunho felt his tears taper off and his breath even, helped by what he recognised as Mingi’s mouth leaving soft kisses on his shoulder and muttering more apologies between shushes. Yunho did not understand how he managed to relax so much as to ease the pain until he felt Mingi’s hand circling his soft stomach and his other one massaging the corner of his eye. But it was mostly the scent. Yunho had no idea when Mingi began releasing calming pheromones, but he felt like he was basking in it, and he let himself be surrounded by the calmness until he could feel the knot deflate and Mingi slip out. He was getting used to the feeling of emptiness when Mingi spoke:

“I’m sorry. I barely even asked if it was fine, if you were fine.” His hand was still tracing pattern on Yunho, he had wrapped his other arm around Yunho’s shoulders, keeping him close.

“It’s fine—” It was not totally the truth, but Yunho could not make him feel more guilty than he probably did in this instant. “’T was just a lot to handle.”

Yunho stilled when he felt Mingi nuzzle his cheek, his ear meeting Yunho’s drooping one and making them both jump of sensitivity. The atmosphere shifted and suddenly Yunho felt… worried? He had a strange sad feeling taking over his body before something wet met his cheek and he understood: it was Mingi’s sadness.

“Did— Did it hurt bad?” Mingi’s voice broke and it made Yunho’s heart shatter. It was never his goal to make Mingi feel bad about it. His body just did not cooperate until the end.

He explained just that, rubbed and scratched at Mingi’s fluffy hair and ears and they spent lots of time like that. Probably too long and they would not have the time to go back to their classes in the late afternoon if they did not hurry up. But when Yunho tried to get up – and visibly winced at the lingering pain in his ass – Mingi glanced at him with a puzzled look.

“Wasn’t that the beginning of your heat?” he asked, confused.

“It was? Probably because of your pheromones so it should be fine now.”

“It will come back, Yunho, you can’t go back in public like that… Also, Yeosang apparently filled the heat/rush section for the both of us”

“Yeosang did what?” Yunho rushed and almost fell on his way to get his phone somewhere in the apartment while Mingi scrolled in his own phone. He found it under the coffee table, surprisingly undamaged considering how it must have felt out of his pocket and checked his own messages.

[13:36] You two do your thing, I filled the report for you, I said three days. If it happens to last more, text me so I can change it. Try to have fun and stay hydrated.

[13:38] I’m serious, you better don’t forget to drink water, you need that for your survival and the slick production.

[13:41] And it may be scary as fuck but it’s Mingi, so relax.

[13:55] You guys are probably at it but keep me updated so I know you’re alive.

[14:23] Fuck, I’m so sorry I had to tell Wooyoung, and I think he’s gonna spam you.

“Is he fucking—” Yunho muttered under his breath. There were indeed twenty-eight unanswered messages from Wooyoung. That would remain unanswered for the moment. Mingi entered the living room and handed him clothes while Yunho was rumbling.

“You better put something on. Also, those sweatpants are old so don’t be afraid to, like… stain them, it’s fine.”

Yunho wanted to disintegrate. He put the sweatpants and the tee-shirt on, grumbling a thanks and followed Mingi around to find what they could do to wait. If ever something else was going to happen. It was at that moment that Yunho’s irritation towards Mingi resurfaced a little. He hated how wolves thought they were the owners of everything — forgetting that they were indeed at Mingi’s, and he indeed owned everything that was here. His thoughts were yelling at him he just hated to feel vulnerable around another canine and feed the old tradition of dogs are domestic and calm and inferior to wolves who are wild and take care of the species. He pushed them aside. Also, Mingi was tall, yes he was, but he was still smaller than Yunho. Who was the boss now, hmm?

Not Yunho. Definitely not Yunho. Especially not when he began to feel he was heating up while they were watching a show on the television. Mingi was about to say something when Yunho just turned on the fan. He was just a bit too hot. Except the patch his slick left on his boxers – that he had the bad idea to put on again after all of that – did not lie, contrary to his brain. He was trying to hide it, but he perfectly knew Mingi could already smell it. The wolf hybrid was trying to keep his composure, eyes on the screen, wincing from time to time and shifting around in his part of the sofa. But the tent in his sweatpants was getting to visible to be ignored. And that was how the two of them ended up in the room again.

Except this time, Mingi did not throw Yunho around, and that was actually quite a whiplash. Yunho had first thought that would be a one-time thing he would probably regret in years, having to spend his heat like that, with Mingi.

But when Yunho was the least expecting it, Mingi circled him, sat on the bed with a lot of self-control despite his boner and pull him on his lap. And maybe it was the moment Yunho had begun to fall for him. Mingi guided Yunho’s head to nip and kiss at his jaw and kept his other hand busy by intertwining their fingers. And fuck those omega instincts for making Yunho feel fuzzy at that, because, no, he was not a romantic. Contrary to their earlier moment, Mingi took his time to kiss him, to touch him through his clothes and passing his hands under to caress his skin and make goosebumps raise everywhere. Yunho was done for. Mingi did not undress the both of them quickly, every time something went off of Yunho’s body, he would observe and kiss as much as he could, complimenting him. When he took anything off of himself, he would guide Yunho’s hands so that he could feel Mingi and let him the time to adjust. Yunho got confused when, once they were both naked, Mingi scooted up the bed and laid on his back, patting his hips.

“Come on Yuyu, ride me.”

Yunho hated how he could feel exactly the way he blushed, the tips of his ears began to heat up, then he felt his cheeks on fire and next thing he knew, he was looking down not to meet Mingi’s eyes and actually saw his chest significantly redden in seconds. What the hell, Song Mingi, really what the hell was that?

“Yunho, are you okay? Is this okay?”

Yunho nodded, straddled Mingi’s hips and suddenly felt very self-conscious of his physical and mental nakedness. He was letting Mingi in like he had not let anyone before. And he could not tell if it was his brain or his hormones talking but he could not but feel emotional.

“Slow— take your time.” Mingi gritted his teeth at the sensation and sight of Yunho’s slick directly coating his cock and he stayed above it.

And taking his time he did. Every time his legs would begin to shake, Yunho would stop there, elevate his body a little and drop back to that point until said body was willing to take more. Mingi had his eyes closed and brows furrowed, gasping out loud when his hips stuttered while Yunho was going down a bit more, making him whine.

“I’m sorry—fuck—hey, hands there,” Mingi placed Yunho’s hands on his hips “don’t hesitate to put all your weight on it so I don’t move.” Fucking fluttering heart.

He did not have to tell Yunho twice. Effectively pinning Mingi down onto the mattress, Yunho was able to sit correctly, finally resting his ass on Mingi’s plush thighs, making them both moan softly. Yunho took the time to bask in the affection he was giving, the soft praises Mingi delivered, the feeling of his hands caressing Yunho’s thighs up and down, slowly massaging the flesh.

“Whenever you want, your own pace.” Mingi said softly.

Then, he began. And apparently, not remembering exactly what happened was a Yunho thing. He felt like it took him so little time before he was moaning again, little fucks escaping his mouth while he fucked himself on Mingi’s cock. If Yunho did not know his thighs were sensitive, now he knew. His hands were still holding Mingi onto the mattress and Mingi’s were holding onto Yunho’s thighs for dear life, digging his nails so hard but the pain made blood rush to his cock.

“Fuck— just like that… angle yourself back a little, that’s it, fuck your— aah— fuck yourself good, Yunho—"

He did as he was told, leaning back and holding himself with his hands on Mingi’s thighs. He came up and down once and holy shit. Not only did Mingi have a damn good knowledge of human bodies to be able to know that just changing their position a little would make him more likely to reach his prostate, but Yunho lost it the moment Mingi put one of his hands onto his stomach and pressed hard.

“It’s not really visible but you— fucking hell, do that again— you can feel it, right?”

Oh, yes, he could. The sliding of Mingi’s cock inside of him stretched his skin enough for Yunho to feel it against Mingi’s palm and he was going dumb, fucking himself faster, harder, and damn, he needed that knot so bad. He felt he was going to burst into tears the moment Mingi stopped him by holding his waist. Their eyes met and Mingi let Yunho the time to ground himself, being aware he had been drooling and on the verge of tears the entire time, his hair was now fully sticking to his forehead. He was such a view.

“W— Why—” A sob escaped Yunho, quietly shushed by Mingi who sat up a little and cupped his face with one hand.

“Shh, it’s okay. Let me pull out and lay on your back.”

Yunho was too far gone to do anything but obey, frustrated at how his orgasm had been taken away from him so easily and even more frustrated that it made him almost cry like a baby. Mingi shushed and reassured him the entire time, one of his hands never leaving his face and his other taking a pillow to prop Yunho’s hips up before he towered over him. He re-entered him as if he had never left, making Yunho sigh in satisfaction. Once Mingi began to thrust, Yunho’s legs snapped shut around his waist and his arms circled Mingi’s neck, effectively making their forehead collide. Mingi had the perfect view of Yunho’s gasping expression and him throwing his head back once he began to jerk him off to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“I’ll make it not hurt.” He whispered above Yunho before connecting their lips for the first time and picking up the pace. If Yunho thought that first fuck was something, not it was not, that was something.

The intimacy of it all, the fact he could actually grasp at Mingi and scratch him, dragging out loud long moans. He tried to tell Mingi that he was coming all too fast but everything that came out of his throat was incoherent babble and he spilled in Mingi’s hand and onto his stomach. And sure, there was something different. Mingi did not stop the movement of his hand immediately, continued thrusting hard and kissing Yunho senseless. And suddenly, there was something pressing Yunho’s insides. He thought Mingi came first, but the thrusts, or more like the grinding now, did not stop, and his last braincells available connected to make him understand it was the knot. Once again, it was overwhelming, but he felt grounded, Mingi’s nips at his lips distracting him enough to take his mind out of it.

“Come on, pup, you’re okay, it’s fine—” Mingi almost seemed to talk to himself.

The words made Yunho spill more semen after it had stopped for dozens of seconds already, and it was almost as if a second orgasm hit him. When he came down from his high, Mingi was panting above him, occasionally kissing his lips, cheeks or nose, petting his ears and rearranging his hair. And Yunho felt the knot deeply settled inside of him. It did not hurt, if everything, it was soothing, and he let himself relax under Mingi. They both eventually end up on their side, Mingi holding Yunho tight against him and allowing him to be close to his scent gland from where the pheromones radiated.

They basically spent the next ninety-six hours like that. A constant back and forth between heated moments and others where they would just sit down, find something to do or just talk. And Yunho hated that he loved the caring side of Mingi that much. Actually, he was always the one watching over friends or his youngest brother, so having someone taking care of him felt like a novelty — and a good one. Maybe Mingi did that only because he knew Yunho’s body could only handle so much: he had trouble walking without limping and standing for long in the shower they took together so they would not feel sticky. Yunho was sure coming back to reality would be harsh on him.

It was not. Or at least, not that much.

It was hard for them to go back into their proper routine, Yunho was glad he had a room at the dorm, so his family had no idea he had basically disappeared for almost five days. Yeosang had complained when Mingi had called to ask him to add more time to their register. But he still did it or Yunho’s email inbox would be full of angry teachers demanding explanations. The next day, he was not supposed to see Mingi, Yunho only had two classes, one in common with Yeosang, and one with – oh hell – Wooyoung. He tried to avoid as much details as possible and calm Wooyoung down because he was so excited that his fluffy tail bounced against his chair and the lecturer did not seem happy about it. Once they were finished, he was about to get to the coffee shop nearby with his best friend to grab his usual before heading back to the dorms. He totally did not expect Mingi waiting for him outside, handing him said coffee.

One spoon of milk and two sugar cubes in black coffee. Yunho could have sworn that he never mentioned it. Mingi assured him he did, once, just after the new academic year started. More than six months before, then. The moment Mingi said goodbye and went, Wooyoung was all over Yunho, cooing like a pigeon. He stopped quickly when Yunho threatened him not to treat him his coffee. Which he should not have done because never did he promise that to Wooyoung. He may have lost a few dollars but at least, he had some dignity left.

Or so he thought. Because that was not the only thing Mingi did. He would treat Yunho whenever possible, apparently had his entire schedule printed in his mind and remembered every tiny thing Yunho ever said about himself. Which could have been absolutely creepy if it did not make his heart flutter and his ears turn red every time.

He let Mingi take him on a date.

He hated that Mingi called it a date and he could not just say he was going to eat out with a friend. He would not have been so worried about his outfit before going out that night. He had thought he would pass out the moment Mingi put his drooping ear back in place before the fan on his side made it turn over on his head. And Mingi said it was cute. Yunho was never said to be cute. Kind, big, teddy bear like, handsome, yes. But he actually asked everyone to stop calling him cute the moment he presented as an omega, it had felt too humiliating for him. Except his tail would swoop around and his heart was threatening to bounce out of his rib cage whenever Mingi did. Which made the praise double, triple and more. Mingi was apparently never out of compliments for Yunho. That night, they went to Mingi’s, watched a movie and ended up cuddling and falling asleep in Mingi’s bed, and it was so domestic Yunho’s heart could not handle it.

Of course when Mingi asked him out officially, Yunho said yes. Well, he actually said no out of panic, turned redder than a ripe tomato and then begged Mingi to forgive his stupid self, that he wanted to date him so bad and— he got kissed. He would have thought it would feel weird after the fact that the first time they did, Mingi was balls deep into him, but it was not. Yunho loved him so much.

But fuck his wolf hybrid nature.

First, because everyone was expecting Mingi to take care of Yunho and it was exactly what was happening. Yunho hated stereotypes, so the idea that he was exactly conforming to one made him want to rebel, until Mingi petted his hair and called him a good boy. Oh yes, that too. Mingi tried approximately every pet name in existence on Yunho and that bastard knew perfectly which ones made Yunho click. Of course, Yunho could not refuse anything to Mingi like that. He tried once. They were going to the park with Yeosang and Wooyoung to meet Yeosang’s gym instructor, Jongho, a bear hybrid. The two facing benches were only big enough for four of them to sit. Naturally, Mingi patted his thighs to indicate Yunho to sit. Which Yunho refused.

“Aw, Yunnie…” Mingi circled his waist and pulled him closer. “Don’t you want to be good? Hmm?”

Yunho sat on the lap of the devil and avoided all the gazes. He also faked a coughing fit the moment Mingi hummed against his ear that he was such a good pup. Fuck him, really.

Also fuck the imagination of wolves. Especially sex-wise, because Yunho had no idea if he came up with everything by himself or how much pornography he had watched before, but he was getting concerned. Mingi was definitely the time to respect his limits and put his safety and well-being first. But the first time Yunho was presented with the rope and the blindfold, he almost had a heart attack.

“I’m glad I showed you before starting everything, are you alright?” Mingi’s worry made him gain back his composure.

“Yeah… what are those for?”

There was silence before Mingi chuckled and Yunho wanted to hit him so bad. Or kiss him. Anything to make him shut up.

“Those were supposed to be for you, but if you don’t want them, I’ll just put them away, it’s fine.” He was still giggling and apparently holding no grudge, but Yunho pouted.

“I didn’t say it was not fine. What do you want to… do with that?”

“Well, ropes were made to restraint and the blindfold for your eyes but—”

“No, I mean—” Yunho shifted where he was standing, ears and tail down, making Mingi’s perk up in concern. “What do you want to do, once it’s settled?”

“Oh.” Mingi fell silent for a second. “Do you want me to talk to you through it?”

“Yeah I— I just don’t want to— not know.”

“Okay, that can do. I tell you what I’m about to do just before doing it and if you’re uncomfortable, you tell me?”

Yunho nodded his agreement, now totally avoiding Mingi’s eyes. He was guided the entire time, from their way to the bedroom to the moment he got rid of his clothes to when his hands were tied together above his head, to the instant he was kissing Mingi and the blindfold covered his eyes. His heart began to race at the darkness surrounding him, his drooping ears trying to perk up at the sound of Mingi moving around just to feel Mingi’s hand in his hair, massaging it and effectively relaxing him.

“I’m going to put my hands on your sides and kiss your neck.”

Yunho barely had the time to swallow around the lump in his throat that he was already moaning. Mingi knew him well, too well. The most sensitive spots on his neck were actually easy to find now because they were the ones that would display hickeys all day every day. Mingi never let those fade and totally denied that it was to make it easier to find those spots again. It was a canine thing to mark, and Yunho loved to do it too, so he slightly turned his head and closed his teeth around the part of Mingi’s jaw he could reach, making him growl.

“Do not make me really bite you, Yunnie. Be good.”

Yunho felt his jaw go lax at the command and it earned him a praise.

“Good. I’ll be playing with your nipples, puppy.”

Yunho would have protested. Not at the actual thing but at the nickname, and Mingi knew it, so he took no time rubbing the palm of his hand against a nipple while pinching the other, dragging a whine out of Yunho and making him arch his back. Mingi did that for a while, alternating between all the ways he knew made Yunho go crazy, even taking some distance to watch Yunho squirm under him. The vision, the moans, it was too much.

“I’m going to mark you up. Everywhere.”

He dived in, biting the collarbone, easing the sting with his tongue and sweet words, and before they knew it, Yunho’s chest and some parts of his arms were covered in love bites. Yunho could not see but he could feel everything, and his entire body was shaking from all the spots burning so good.

“Don’t think I’m finished.”

He had no further warning before Mingi sucked hard on a spot in his upper inner thigh, making Yunho trash around.

“Be good.” He growled.

Yunho whined some more when Mingi continued his ministrations, covering his thighs in hickeys too, caressing them soothingly once he was done. Yunho was dead tired under him from squirming around and choking on air so much.

“Yun, Yunnie, you’re with me?”

It took some time for Yunho to nod and give his verbal approval. All of that to choke on air once more when Mingi talked again.

“I’m going to suck you off.”

“Wh— aaaah” Yunho closed his thighs around Mingi’s neck as a reflex, trying not to come on the spot. He was the one to give head, usually. He loved it, and he loved the fact it was one of the things that made Mingi lose his composure totally. But the way Mingi sucked on the head of his cock, bobbing ever so slightly, using his tongue to circle him and then dip into his slit. He was going absolutely crazy. He lost it when Mingi continued massaging his thighs and hips while going down on his more and the moment his nose met Yunho’s happy trail, a finger brushed as his rim, and he hummed a question around him.

“Yes, yes, yes, please, M—Mingi please— aaah”

He came embarrassingly quickly with one finger up his ass, even though he could have easily taken another one with the amount of slick he was producing and how lose and relaxed he was getting. He let Mingi fuck his thighs once he took off his blindfold and restraints, pushing his cock between all the marks he made.

The dinner Mingi prepared after was also from his imagination and it was terrible. But Yunho loved him.

He loved him a bit less when Mingi discovered anything that would make Yunho speechless. At first it was only the compliments, the sweet names. But that kinky wolf had more than one trick up his sleeve. Especially when Yunho was already flustered or dumb, fucked dumb on his cock to be more specific. Yunho learnt to like to be taken from behind sometimes, it was definitely not something he liked every time, and it was mostly when it was out of his heats, but he could indulge Mingi with that. He could take him physically but mentally? Mingi was going to be the death of him.

“Poor pup. Can’t have puppies but loves to feel as if he could?”

Referring to Yunho at the third person and not the second was the first step.

“Do you want to be bred? Take my seed and my knot?”

That kind of dirty breeding talk was the second step.

“Then beg for it.”

Yunho was done for. He was being fucked senseless on his front, his whole body rutting onto the mattress because of the power of Mingi’s thrusts. The friction against his cock, his own begging and the way Mingi indulged him had proved too much, he came hard, taking Mingi’s knot as if it was nothing now.

He would dig out the grave of the one who said canines were all the same and he would burn whatever there was left of this person. But he would never ever refuse to try out anything with Mingi and he would let his trust guide him whenever his now husband would pull him towards.