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Joshua is pretending to be preoccupied on his phone when in actuality 100% of his attention is laser-focused to Seungcheol puttering restlessly around the apartment. More specifically, Joshua is eyeballing the soft, sizeable bump at the front of Seungcheol’s grey sweatpants. It’s Joshua’s personal favorite indicator that Seungcheol’s pre-rut has begun.

Seungcheol has been half-hard pretty much the whole day, from when Joshua woke up to morning wood poking him in the butt to when Seungcheol came back home all sweaty from his workout, dickprint entering the room first. Not that Joshua is complaining. He almost feels like he’s in a sexy standoff with Seungcheol’s semi, with Seungcheol being none the wiser.

As Seungcheol pivots around to fiddle with the thermostat in an attempt to quell his overheating, Joshua’s view of beautiful, glorious dick disappears and is temporarily replaced by Seungcheol’s equally showstopping ass.

“Mmm,” Joshua can’t help but let out, phone unknowingly slipping from lax fingers. God bless us, every one.

“You ogling me again?” Seungcheol says, breaking Joshua’s stupor. Joshua flits a caught-out gaze upward to meet Seungcheol’s toothy grin peeking out over his shoulder.

Joshua blinks. “How did you know?” He swears he was getting away with the affected nonchalance, knees pulled up under him on the sofa in an artful pose.

“You’ve been smelling extra sweet ever since I got back from the gym.” Seungcheol turns and crosses his arms in front of his chest, looking even more beefy than normal. It must have been arm day, Joshua thinks. “And I know how you get about these sweatpants in particular,” Seungcheol adds, voice cocky and pleased.

Joshua rolls his eyes but still makes gimme hands, wordlessly beckoning as he scooches himself over to the edge of the couch. The jig is up and now he’s going to get what he is due. Seungcheol approaches easily enough, adding a swagger to his walk that makes his chubbed up schlong swing obnoxiously underneath his sweats.

“Ridiculous,” Joshua says with a put-upon huff, and Seungcheol laughs. He knows Joshua is all talk. He is proven right a half-second later when Joshua licks his lips in anticipation and snags Seungcheol’s waistband down.

“Oh!” Joshua says as Seungcheol’s dick springs out and nearly slaps him on the cheek. “Freeballing it today? Nice.”

Seungcheol shrugs. “Even wearing boxers felt like too much,” he says. Joshua gets it, he knows how Seungcheol tends to chafe something terrible under his clothes during his pre-rut. It’s a good thing that Joshua knows exactly what to do to make Seungcheol feel better.

Joshua thumbs at the familiar, stretchy skin of Seungcheol’s sac and dips his head to suck at one of his very full balls. While his mouth is otherwise occupied, Joshua palms the slippery cockhead to coax enough wetness out. Once Joshua feels minimally lubed up, he uses both hands to jack Seungcheol off to full hardness. It may seem efficient and almost perfunctory if not for the way Joshua is squirming in his seat, the tips of his ears reddening rapidly.

“Cute,” Seungcheol says, endeared. He pets at a blushy earlobe.

Joshua pops off Seungcheol’s nuts with a measured inhale, deeply breathing in the humid musk of a prime alpha nearing his rut. He feels covered - marked - in Seungcheol’s arousal, and he feels himself start to go dizzy with it. No more messing around, Joshua decides; he needs Seungcheol inside him now, like, yesterday.

Joshua sinks his mouth over and down, down, down Seungcheol’s throbbing shaft, his eyelashes fluttering in fulfillment. He takes glugging pulls around the cock lodged up to his tonsils, and he preens internally when Seungcheol’s hips jerk into his face. Joshua’s stretched out lips bump a staccato of continuous hellos into Seungcheol’s semi-popped knot, taking care that he fully covers his blunt teeth.

The back of Joshua’s throat already feels tacky with how drippy Seungcheol gets with the searing hormones of pre-rut. Outside of his mating cycle, Seungcheol’s dick already gets a little (okay, a lot) wetter than the average alpha, but during his season he’s practically a broken dam. Seungcheol finds his excessive pre-cum a little embarrassing, but Joshua thinks it’s really fucking hot.

“So good, babe,” Seungcheol sighs. He has a loose grip over Joshua’s nape, his thumb caressing over the side of Joshua’s bobbing Adam’s apple.

Joshua pulls back until only the tip is inside, his hands working luxuriant schlick shlick schlick’s over Seungcheol’s fat cock. Pre-cum is puddling in the cradle of Joshua’s tongue; he swallows every drop with careful intention, because Joshua is a firm believer in waste not, want not.

The sounds of Olympic-gold cocksucking, Seungcheol’s subsonic grunts, and Joshua’s stifled moans provide a sultry soundtrack that makes their blood run hotter and hotter every passing second. Maybe too hot.

“Fuck,” Seungcheol grits out sharply. From his stiff tone of voice, Joshua can tell that it’s not the feel-good kind of swear. Quickly he releases Seungcheol from his mouth and backs up to see the alpha rubbing at his jaw with a wince.

Joshua coos in sympathy. “Hurts?” he asks. He rubs at Seungcheol’s hip in soothing figure-eights. Joshua’s own jaw is starting to ache as well, but for very different, more pleasurable reasons.

Seungcheol nods miserably, lower lip jutted out. “I hate pre-rut so much,” he whines. “They feel so sore. Here, look.” Seungcheol bares his teeth, and his gums are bright red with awful hypersensitivity. He pokes at an extra-sharp canine and scowls when the light touch zings a maddening scrape from his teeth to his brain. Seungcheol dreads the migraine awaiting him later on. God, he loathes pre-rut.

“Aww, my poor Seungcheollie,” Joshua says placatingly, bringing Seungcheol closer to hug him around the waist. Seungcheol’s exposed dick smears a wet stripe across Joshua’s collarbone in the process, though neither of them mind it.

Seungcheol cuddles up, and in spite of the chronic erections and body pains, he does feel a little better. They don’t need words as they embrace, with Seungcheol standing and Joshua leaning in a little awkwardly from his seat. On a rare afternoon free from tedious schedules, all that exists is two men finding solace in each other’s touch.

“Hey,” Joshua says after a moment, voice muffled into Seuncheol’s stomach. “Wanna fuck my ass?”

Seungcheol barks out a laugh, pain forgotten. “We have dance practice at 9 tomorrow. And-!” Seungcheol adds before Joshua can protest, “As much as I would usually take you up on that offer, I don’t want Hyelim-ssaem giving us that Disappointed Look, again.”

Joshua peers up at him with guileless eyes. “‘Kay,” he concedes amiably. Seungcheol can be so silly sometimes, but he will let it slide for now because he’s been suffering enough already, poor thing. “I can just blow you some more instead.” Joshua turns back to Seungcheol’s big dick, still valiantly rock hard. Pre-rut is a powerful thing. “You’ll give me loads of come, won’t you?~”

“I’ve told you it’s weird when you do aegyo to my dick!” Seungcheol splutters.

Joshua does not bother with a response and instead gives a harsh suck to Seungcheol’s frenulum. Seungcheol staggers and shouts, arms jerking out hilariously like he is going to fight some unseen ghosts. Joshua would laugh if his mouth weren’t full.

Joshua teases more burbles of pre-cum from Seungcheol’s slit with wide, sloppy swathes of tongue. “Mmm, you’re so blocked up, Cheol,” Joshua purrs, licking up drips from the corners of his lips. He trails sucking kisses along an attractively juicy vein before gulping him down once more. Joshua squeezes at Seungcheol’s asscheeks, to anchor himself and to pull the alpha further inside his mouth. And also because Seungcheol’s got a really nice ass.

Joshua pulls off but keeps close. He drops his red mouth open in unholy offering. “Give me your come, honey,” Joshua says sweetly, tapping the swollen cockhead on his messy tongue.

“Shua, oh my god,” Seungcheol whimpers, head tipping back in overwhelm. He feels lightheaded with all the blood surging to his dick, courtesy of pre-rut and the minx perched below him. His fingers find their way back to Joshua’s hair, threading through soft strands to get a firm grip. “Get ready, baby,” he says. Seungcheol waits for Joshua to take a single fortifying breath before sheathing himself to the hilt in one decisive go. His pelvis mashes against Joshua’s face in a dirty grind, Joshua’s nose smushed against Seungcheol’s sweaty, untrimmed bush. Joshua is gagged, literally.

“That’s it, babe,” Seungcheol pants, hips gaining momentum. “Just like this, fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Seungcheol brings his foot next to Joshua’s hip up on the couch to really drive his strokes home, thrusting deep into the wet clutch of Joshua’s giving heat. Joshua can’t do anything but hold on and take it.

Seungcheol’s heavy balls smack rhythmic sticky thwaps against Joshua’s drooly chin. God, Joshua can keep going like this forever. He is so glad that he and Jeonghan trained the gag reflex out of him all those years ago. Here in the living room, totally fucked out and nearing delirium, Joshua is suddenly struck with immense gratitude that he can give his men what they need, to alleviate them of the hurt they feel with their ruts and heats, that he can offer them this precious, quenching relief. Joshua feels a fever taking over, the lightning bolt intensity of it making his eyes water. He wants - no, Joshua demands - Seungcheol to flood his insides white right this instant. He claws deeper into the meat of Seungcheol’s ass, ordering his alpha to relinquish load after load of viscous come inside him, to plug him right up and warm his empty belly. 

“My pretty little cumslut,” Seungcheol praises, voice steeped in so much devotion, and Joshua is gone. His eyes roll back into his skull and everything floats away, nothing else mattering but his alpha facefucking him into oblivion.

*****

The lock beeps and pierces the quiet of the apartment. Joshua doesn’t stir as he dozes with his head nestled on Seungcheol’s lap, the picture of sated exhaustion. Meanwhile, Seungcheol is practically glowing with good health, his pre-rut pains flushed out of his system for the time being. Seungcheol looks up from his half-interested social media scrolling to shout out a welcome to the incoming calvary.

“Hi hi,” Jeonghan calls out from the hallway. “We come bearing gifts.” He emphasizes his announcement by rustling the plastic takeout bags in his hands. Jeonghan makes towards the kitchen but his steps skid to a halt. He takes an exaggerated sniff of the room, head turning knowingly to face Seungcheol and Joshua.

“Seems like you guys had fun in here today,” Jeonghan remarks before re-routing back to the kitchen.

The front door locks shut with an electronic tune. “We’re back!” Mingyu bounds over to the sofa and leans down to lick into Joshua’s bruised mouth in an exuberant hello, careful not to jostle Joshua with the hot food containers he’s holding.

It startles Joshua wide awake into the kiss. “Oh! Mmm, welcome back,” Joshua replies, voice all hoarse and scratched to hell. Mingyu pulls back with a considering lipsmack. He sniffs at Joshua’s mouth, eyes squinting slightly, before his face washes over with realization.

“Coups hyung,” Mingyu starts with a raised eyebrow. “I think you should probably add more fruit into your diet.”

“YAH!” Seungcheol propels a fist to Mingyu’s shoulder. Mingyu takes the hit jovially and cackles before scurrying away to set the table.

Passing by a still tittering Mingyu, Jeonghan comes back over to bring a bony wrist to the juncture of Seungcheol’s neck. His beaded bracelet tickles a bit but Seungcheol dutifully keeps still for the routine inspection. “Hmm, you’re a little warm,” Jeonghan diagnoses. “But at least you haven’t spiked from this morning.” His voice lilts up in a tease. “I’m sure Shua helped you out with that.”

Seungcheol just smiles coyly, like Yeah, you know the drill. Deeming Seungcheol’s pre-rut as managed for now, Jeonghan relaxes. He stretches his shoulders back and the resulting cracks make Seungcheol grimace. Jeonghan exhales noisily as the day’s activities catch up to him, and he drops to a knee to shove his face right into Joshua’s throat. “Mmph,” he lets out, starting his recharge.

Joshua hums in reply, then, “Did you get the buns from-”

“Yeah, next to that tteokbokki place with the creepy tree.”

“Okay good. And also the-”

“Yes Joshuji, the red bean ones, too,” Jeonghan says, his smushed-up mouth leaving specks of spit on Joshua’s skin. Jeonghan teethes on his scent gland in play-warning.

Joshua ignores this and scrambles to sit up. In his haste he dislodges Jeonghan’s battery time and almost elbows Seungcheol in the stomach. “Thank y-,” Joshua begins to say before his body is wracked by a series of dry hacking coughs. Seungcheol and Jeonghan are alarmed into quick action, thumping Joshua’s back and rubbing at his breastbone respectively until his wheezing peters off. “Heh, whoops,” Joshua says, mildly sheepish. Joshua plants a mollifying smooch on Jeonghan’s concerned mouth, then follows after Mingyu to scavenge for some hot food.

Jeonghan drags his body up the sofa and slumps against Seungcheol’s side. “You do know Shua is recording tomorrow, right,” Jeonghan says tonelessly.

Seungcheol pinches Jeonghan’s side. “You liar, I already know that schedule’s not until next week.”

Jeonghan just heh heh heh’s in response.

“… I guess we might have gone a little overboard this time around,” Seungcheol admits. He sounds only a little bit contrite.

Jeonghan snorts. The eye-stinging onslaught of horned up mating pheromones saturating the place could already tell him that.  

“Hey, we’re eating without you!” Mingyu yells out. They hear Joshua’s raspy laugh follow.

“Alright alright,” Jeonghan says. He hoists himself up and sticks a floppy hand out. Seungcheol grabs it and proceeds to use his own will and power to get up; he appreciates Jeonghan’s pretense of helping all the same, and hand-holding is always nice.  

Jeonghan squeezes his fingers twice before letting go. “Fuel up, babe,” Jeonghan tells Seungcheol with a nudge to his hip. “You and Shua are definitely going to need it for later tonight. Trust me on that.” 

Something hot and molten stirs in Seungcheol’s stomach. Okay, so maybe pre-rut isn’t all that bad, Seungcheol thinks.

*****

🎵 Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite

Looking forward to a little afternoon delight

Rubbin' sticks and stones together make the sparks ignite

And the thought of rubbin' you is getting so exciting 🎵