“Bedroom.”
He breathes out against Jimin’s ear. It’s not really the classiest thing to come out of his mouth. His alpha is taking the reins, slowly overpowering the rational part of his brain.
And if Jimin can smell his rut on him, he would be wise to say no. But all that comes out of his mouth is a soft “yeah” accompanied by a nod.
So Jeongguk does not waste a second of time, backs Jimin into his bedroom.
Neither of them talks, it’s as if this was inevitable, every type of interaction that could have happened would eventually lead to this moment.
He strips Jimin of his clothes, takes his time with it, undoes each button of his military jacket with care while he buries his face in his neck.
It’s embarrassing to admit that he missed Jimin’s scent this much. He can’t stray too far from his neck, needs his nose pressed against his warm skin at all times, until Jimin is completely bare in front of him.
Pretty, his tattoos, the hard line of his muscles in the dim light of the fireplace that’s coming from his open bedroom door. Didn’t even bother to turn on the lights.
Jimin undoes the towel he’s got wrapped around his waist, it falls to the ground with a soft thud.
And then, Jimin tilts his head just the slightest to meet his gaze.
Black hair suits him, it falls over his forehead gracefully, grown out a little, not much of a mullet but there’s a start. The blonde hair made him look a little softer, but black hair really sharpens his edges, his jawline, the bridge of his nose, his monolid eyes.
The only thing that really stayed the same are those soft, plump lips.
He cups Jimin’s jaw with both his hands, kisses him much like the first time, mindlessly, the gravitational pull too strong to resist.
Jimin moans softly, opens his lips for him as he walks the both of them back to the bed.
The soft mattress under his limbs is almost as soft as the drag of Jimin’s lips against his own. Though nothing can really prepare him for the way Jimin slides his tongue into his mouth, softness replaced by wet heat.
It feels right to be this close, to press up against Jimin, to slide an arm around his waist and pull him close, to tangle their legs together. His alpha is reeling, as if reconnected with a lost mate.
Jimin breaks the kiss then, dips his head into his neck and licks a hot stripe over the mark he left.
All the hairs on Jeongguk’s body stand up straight, a low groan rumbles through his chest and his dick twitches.
“Fuck.”
He brings his hand to Jimin’s hair, fists it tightly, keeps him right there.
No one’s touched that mark, no one has even come close to his neck since Jimin, not even friends or family. It’s burned and it’s never faded, and now that Jimin is mouthing it he sort of knows it’s not just a normal mark.
It feels too right.
Feels even better when Jimin rolls on top, nuzzles his face into his neck and rubs against his scent gland, drowns him in his scent.
“Nngh— fuck.” He pants, bares his neck. “You did claim me, didn’t you?”
“Mmh.” Jimin moans softly, right next to his ear. “Didn’t mean to.”
It should enrage him, but all that comes out is a soft huff of breath, the corner of his mouth curls up even, as he flips them over, has Jimin on his back for him.
“How can you even mess that up?”
He asks, brings his face to Jimin’s neck and finds his own mark, still right there. His teeth marks are so prominent, so obvious it would scare anyone away.
Pride swells in his chest as he leans down and presses his lips against it.
“I— ah— I’ve bitten many in fights and it never ended up staying.” Jimin pants, bares his neck for him. “But you—“
“What happened to: if I claimed you, you’d know, huh?”
He covers his mark with his mouth, sucks on the skin.
Jimin arches against his body with a loud gasp, hard dick brushes against his own.
Wildfire intrudes all his senses, it’s like he’s in the midst of the flames with Jimin’s scent seeping into his very psyche.
“It— it would have faded on you too— but you claimed me.”
Jeongguk halts.
“Claimed you?” He leans back, finds Jimin’s gaze. “I only bit you—“
“You bit me, yes.” Jimin’s hand comes up to his mark, he traces the engravings with his index finger. “Enigmas aren’t supposed to get bitten, we’re top of the chain.”
Jeongguk blinks, eyes his mark that does look like a claim. He thought he left Jimin a small bite, as payback for his own, but it’s bigger than he remembers.
“I let you bite me.” Jimin breathes out. “That sealed it.”
There’s nothing that comes past his lips. He thought a little bite wouldn’t mean anything because Jimin is an enigma. That the only wolf that could claim an enigma would be another enigma.
Clearly, he was wrong.
Heat rushes to his face.
“So we’re.. mated.”
“Yeah.”
Jimin nods underneath him, his own cheekbones a little pink as well.
Jeongguk can’t find proper words, can’t really think all that much either. What can you even say to the pretty enigma you accidentally mated in a stuffy old locker room at alpha camp? Who is now your squad leader, that you’re probably not even allowed to be intimate with?
“Oh..”
Eloquent.
There are probably better things to say, to ask, but he doesn’t have it in him anymore. It’s time he stopped pretending he doesn’t want Jimin viscerally, needs to have him all night long.
Jimin breathes no words of objection when Jeongguk closes the distance, opens his mouth for him just the same, allows him to take anything he wants, the heat of his mouth, the taste on his tongue.
Though Jimin seemed more comfortable dominating him around at alpha camp, he is surprisingly good at following his every move, opens his legs for him willingly.
He did not unpack much but thank god he did put lube in the drawer. He coats his fingers in it, eyes Jimin just to make sure he’s okay.
His rut stays on the low for a little while longer, as he slides his fingers inside of Jimin he doesn’t notice it slowly getting worse. The heat that creeps over his back, waiting for him to give in.
“It’s— fuck— it’s okay right? If I fuck you?” He pants. “Cause I know last time— you wanted to fuck me.”
“Still do.” Jimin pants against his mouth, eyes a little wicked. “But I can tell you’re going into rut, so I’ll let you have me first, pretty boy.”
God.
His dick twitches at the nickname.
Jimin’s scent is driving him completely insane, but he refuses to leave Jimin’s neck, breathes it in right from his scent gland, kisses over his mark like it’s the first time.
Jimin doesn’t even look out of place taking his fingers, his pretty body arches and twists for him, eyelids sink like he fucking loves the feeling, moans slip from his lips every other second.
It’s so difficult not to just snap and take Jimin, he’s trembling with it, can feel his alpha twist and turn, the sheer temperature of his body rising to the point he’s sweating. But he needs Jimin to feel good, so he tries to finger him thoroughly, at least until he can take three inside, before he slips them out.
It’s a little different than normal though, the onset of his rut. Maybe it’s because Jimin is his mate, but he feels more at ease, less restless. Though that need inside is still so prominent, he can’t ignore the pull in his gut.
Wildfire intrudes his nose, and the sight of Jimin’s hole dripping with lube has him sucking in a sharp breath.
“Fuck— I’m— I’m slipping.”
“It’s okay— you can take me.” Jimin pants. “Fuck me like you’ve been wanting to.”
That sends him over the edge.
He pushes the back of Jimin’s thighs up, and when he finally presses the head against Jimin’s rim, he gets a full-body shiver.
He’s teetering on the edge of rational and insanity, doesn’t want to talk but his alpha seemingly does.
“Gonna breed you..” Wow— fuck. He snaps out of it, shakes his head. “Sorry— not gonna— I’m just gonna fuck you—“
“Why don’t you try?” Jimin pulls him close by the back of his neck, a smirk on his lips. “If you fuck me hard enough, maybe you’ll knock me up.”