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Joonghyuk stared at the Midday Tryst message floating in the air with strong disbelief. Out of anything the fool could text him, this was the last thing he expected.
Particularly now.
Sighing deeply, he sat on the cot in his tent, contemplating over it. He can’t exactly say he’s surprised by the message, but then again he is because it’s absurd.
Disregarding the fact they’re both dominant alphas only a couple months into their relationship, they’ve been constantly fighting right now. He doesn’t know how to start explaining it.
In the beginning of them getting together, everything was as good as two alphas dating could get.
They still bickered like before, but there was also the small physical affection times.
Sometimes they’d kiss, then argue, do some heavy patting and argue some more. That, mixed in with the occasional scent practice, was how their relationship was on the daily basis.
But it’s not like that anymore. Add some pent-up frustration, tiredness and poor teamwork and boom—a huge fight broke out.
They talked it out with their fist, the first time they had done so since they started dating, but despite having battered each other up before, it took a big blow to their then steady relationship.
He can’t lie and say he had acted mature afterward, he hadn’t. He’d snap at Dokja, growl at him and get into more petty fights and arguments with the man. That had dialled their physical touch to an astounding point of zero.
But it’s not like the other man was acting mature himself, he was acting way more childish than him. Dokja would take any chance to get back at him, be it by snarky comments or pulling dirty moves in monster fights.
Still, they had some sort of connection then. They were like…an old married couple, having their rough time. That’s at least how Jihye tried to comfort him. And he believed her.
They still cared for one another. It wasn’t as if they actually wanted to hurt each other, their pride and ego was simply hurt. It was normal, they were alphas after all.
Yet, apparently he was wrong. What really kicked the bucket was the failed scenario two weeks ago.
He made a mistake during it, they both did. With their egos out in the open and wounded from the previous large fight, they hadn’t been good at fighting side by side again.
They failed an S+ rank scenario.
The failure penalty wasn’t anything big, just a few thousand coins, but the rewards they lost… They fought. A fist fight.
In his defence, Dokja had pounced on him first, snarling out near animalistically as his fists made the first punches.
They were tired and being on such thin ice around one another wasn’t good to them physically nor mentally, he couldn’t blame him.
They beat each other bloody until Sooyoung broke them apart, screaming at them because both of them looked at the brink of death by then. Neither cared enough to feel pity, adrenaline still high and anger rearing its ugly head.
Even as he watched Dokja stumble away, limping, face bloody and nose oozing with it, he didn’t feel bad.
It was once the next day arrived and they had both cleared their minds up that the gravity of the situation had hit him. Why? Because Dokja started ignoring him. Quite literally.
Joonghyuk was hit with the silence treatment, except instead of silence his lover was actively avoiding him and pretending he didn’t exist. In all honesty, it hurt. It really did.
There was no more of those glances full of affection and longing pointed at him when they fought, those which made his heart stutter.
Now those eyes he could stare into for hours didn’t register his existence at all.
He’s not upset about it. He doesn’t mind it at all. His heart definitely didn’t ache whenever he fell asleep alone in his bed without a word from his companion.
That continued on for the rest of the two weeks, coming up to now.
And after ignoring him for those terribly long two weeks, Dokja decides to break the silence this way. What was he thinking?
Most probably nothing, considering the text was nothing like the ones he usually would type.
Biting on the pad of his thumb, Joonghyuk’s eyes were fixated on his floor. The “floor” which was nothing more than the outlining of his tent. Eyes boring holes through the dark green lining, he tried to reason with his own mind.
Staring at the ground, he glanced up at the message floating in air one more time, making sure he read it right.
-[in rut. see me]
The suggestion of the message was as obvious as it could get coming from the idiot. Dokja wanted him to help him with his rut. A truly foolish want.
It’s not like Joonghyuk himself is completely opposed to the idea,—rather he favours it—since they’ve gotten into a comfortable position with their…relationship, so to say.
They’re dating. Have been dating for a while now. That’s been established loud and clear, but he still has trouble believing it.
Obviously a person would usually help their mate when in need, especially during their cycles, but he can’t. What is he supposed to do?
They’ve done nothing more than kiss and let their hands roam a little. Giving a handjob was already a big jump for them.
He’d much rather they do it in a context which they’re both fully conscious.
And yet Dokja asks him to come to him when he’s in a rut? Tsk, this foolish companion of his. An idiot. If he so wants, he can fulfil his request, yet he knows nothing good will come from it.
He’ll humour him a bit and head back to his tent. In the end, he doubts anything will come out of it. Alphas just…don’t fit like that.
Not bothering to type in a reply as he was going to head straight over anyways, Joonghyuk grabbed his coat, putting it back on.
He tidied up his hair to a point he could without a mirror, being better than his previous messy mop of hair.
Hesitating in leaving his tent for a fraction of a second, he took a confident step outside after reminding himself why he was doing this.
If they’re going to be mates, he’ll at the very minimum put in effort even in the areas where he thinks it’s fruitless.
Setting up a quick soundproofing doom outside of Dokja’s tent when he reaches it, he takes a couple seconds to himself.
Despite the fact they might not do anything at all, he still needs to psych himself up.
The smell of his lover’s rut-addled pheromones should be way more than enough to make it difficult for him.
They haven’t gotten to do their scent training these days because of their fights, he’s a bit afraid how he’ll react.
Exhaling slowly, he unzips the tent just enough to slip inside, closing it behind himself. The first breath he took while still pointed towards the door almost made him stumble.
Shit. The scent was overwhelming.
Deciding against plugging his nose to not possibly sadden his mate. Turning around ever so carefully, Joonghyuk was still surprised at the sight before him though he had psyched himself up for it.
Dokja was sprawled across his own cot, clad in nothing but a white t-shirt and plain black boxers. He was using his blanket as a makeshift body pillow, clinging and nuzzling his face into it.
While Joonghyuk couldn’t see his entire face, he could see the sweat drenching the man’s clothes and his flushed skin.
That, combined with his ragged and muffled panting along with the little twitches his hips made was enough.
Dokja was definitely in a rut. It didn’t look to be the beginning of it either, he must’ve been like this for a while for it to be this bad.
He looked out of it.
Taking a careful step towards the cot, Joonghyuk felt every fibre of his being start whining and yelling at him. His scent was overpowering to the point he swore he could almost see it.
Dammit, what is he supposed to do here?
Wincing out an exhale, he decided to head for the bed. Knee pressing into the mattress, he leaned over the other man.
“Kim Dokja… Awake?” he asked, voice hushed.
The asked huffed out a breath, slightly stirring in his sleep. Bringing his hand to nudge at the man’s face, Joonghyuk leaned even closer.
“I’ll leave if you’re sleeping. Kim Dokja.”
His stern voice was the key to pulling the older man out of his hazy stupor. Head pushing up from the bed, the younger watched as his lover held up his head to look at him.
Dokja’s head bobbed as he failed to keep it up, seconds away from dropping it back down.
Despite the shaky view, Joonghyuk could see what he wanted to. The man’s face was absolutely flushed, cheeks a flaming red, eyes half-lidded as they stared at him thoughtlessly.
“You look like a mess, why didn’t you call me sooner?” he grumbled out, trying to pull most of the blanket off the man.
The air was thick with the other alpha’s scent, drowning out any speckle of his own scent lingering on his body and clothes. It did wonders to keep him calm, an itch of aggression brewing beneath his skin.
Haa, fuck…
He going to get sick or tire himself out, what’s the point of going through his rut alone? Frowning deeply, Joonghyuk dug through his coat’s pockets for a portable fan he knows he has.
It’ll do them good. If Dokja stays this hot he might just black out.
Fingers attempting to distinguish between the different items in his pockets, he wasn’t paying any attention to his companion’s swaying.
“…Knees,” the shorter alpha slurred out suddenly.
Stopping his movements, the taller turned to glance at him. Knees? What does he mean?
“Get down,” came a more ragged command after that from the flushed man.
Thinking over the two commands for a couple moments too long, it hit him like a brick in the face when he realised it. Kneel, Dokja was trying to command him to kneel.
Taking his hands out of his pockets, Joonghyuk slowly knelt down in the tent, right in front of the cot. His lover groaned when his knees pressed against the floor, a mix of need and lust in his eyes.
The younger alpha stayed still as the older climbed over to the edge of the bed, managing to nearly fall three times in the process.
It took legs to be on either side of his body for him to get the memo his companion had tried to get across to him with his poor speech.
A blowjob, he wanted a blowjob.
He can…do that. He doubts it’s good, but he’ll do it. Hands going for the other’s boxers immediately, he fondled him at first, thinking. It’s probably not the best idea, considering he has a high likelihood of getting his mouth or throat alike knotted.
But that worry slipped away like water in the palm of his hand as Dokja closed his eyes and sighed in a pleased manner. Fuck, maybe he’s the one who’s pent-up instead of the literal man in his rut.
Burying his shame, Joonghyuk carefully pulled down his companion’s boxers. If it wasn’t for his fast reflexes, he would’ve gotten smacked with the hard cock that sprung out of them.
Leaving the boxers to hang somewhere below his knees, he wrapped a hand around the other alpha’s shaft.
Dry. The friction was so uncomfortably dry.
There was some precum to aid it, but not enough to act as lubricant. Dokja didn’t seem to care about it, but Joonghyuk had a heart.
Taking his hand away for a second, his nose was plunged with a strong wave of the former’s pheromones as a grunt of annoyance got pointed at him. Impatient fool.
Spitting in his hand, he deemed it well enough for the needy alpha and slotted his hand right back around his lover’s dick. Dokja’s hips jerked, pushing forward and immediately pulling back with a hiss.
“Eager,” Joonghyuk mumbled out as an insult under his breath.
Picking up a leisurely pace, he drew out ragged breaths and groans from his alpha. The pheromones in the air only thickened, stuffing up one of his senses completely.
They haven’t done pheromone training in a long time, this could be a good chance for that.
Taking a deep and semi-painful inhale, Joonghyuk he let his own scent out.
He kept them as calm as he could in this situation, trying to convey his want for his mate. Initially, they were too weak resulting in him pushing out a stronger wave.
He was this close to stopping when Dokja’s response to his scent was growling out lowly, signalling displeasure.
Yet he didn’t. Seeing as the shorter’s dick decided to very eagerly throb in his hand at the same time, the taller alpha decided to trust that signal more.
The mixture of their scents was…far from pleasant. But it’ll do. The other could definitely get off to this. He could get off to this.
Shifting on his knees, he ignored the hands roaming through his hair, combing and occasionally pulling at the locks. He was going to ignore it, but with every stroke that he did, his companion was getting rougher.
“Kim Dokja,” he grumbled out at a particularly harsh rug, raising his free hand to swat it away.
Fingers captured his chin right after that, tilting his head up to face the other alpha. Dokja stared down at him, pupils blown wide, panting like a dog. Joonghyuk got goosebumps from the clear desire pointed at him.
“…Want you to blow me,” the former murmured, words drunken.
“You want head,” the latter repeated back, more as a statement than a question.
Receiving the nod he was waiting for, the younger let go. Unsurprisingly, the older alpha’s dick stood proud and hard, bobbing with every presumed heartbeat. He couldn’t deny it was hot…
Settling closer to Dokja’s crotch, Joonghyuk looked at his cock’s base. There was the faintest bulge forming, his knot already appearing. He needs to be careful.
Taking hold of said knot, he kept his hand there as a steadying precaution. Hesitantly, he pressed his lips against the slick head, the warmth tingling.
Tongue peeking out from between his lips, Joonghyuk licked at the underside.
Dokja writhed on the bed, gasping, his scent pumping out of him. The minty smell prickled the inside of his lungs, both refreshing and unpleasant.
Licking a few times, he took the whole head into his mouth. He was grateful the older alpha didn’t taste like he smelled, the salty precum being much easier to suck and swallow.
A mouthful of mint didn’t sound very appealing when giving a blowjob, considering how strong it was. Relaxing his throat, Joonghyuk took more of it in his mouth.
In spite of it being his first time, he could easily take more than half of it in his mouth.
He couldn’t take the rest as the head was already the hitting the back of his throat and giving him the need to gag.
Swallowing down that need, the alpha anchored his hands onto his companion’s hips. It was to mostly keep them still as he no longer needed to hold his dick.
He knew he made a good decision when not even three seconds later Dokja attempted to thrust his hips.
Saving himself from the possible gagging, Joonghyuk dug his fingers into the skin of his alpha.
“Ha… Hyuk-ah, just like—that, yes…” the former moaned, hips twitching against the latter’s hold.
The loud slurping of trying to keep his saliva and the precum from slipping out of his mouth was really loud. It was also embarrassing.
If the older alpha was conscious enough to understand what was going on, he’d definitely tease him for it.
Bastard. Thankfully his eyes were glazed over.
Swallowing the spit collected in his mouth, Joonghyuk suppressed a moan himself. Dokja was having the time of his life above him, groaning and grunting out in pleasure.
The former was a little jealous to be honest, his dick was waiting for attention as well, twitching pathetically in his pants. He’s absolutely making his lover blow him when his rut comes. Fair is only fair.
Resisting directing one of his own hands to his crotch, Joonghyuk bobbed his head along his companion’s shaft, wanting to get it over and done with quick.
The faster he gets it done, the faster he gets to take care of his own issue down below.
With every push of the cock into his mouth he could feel the knot gaining more prominence. He’ll likely come soon, Joonghyuk needs to make sure he won’t knot his mouth.
The last thing he needs is to not have his voice tomorrow. Hollowing out his cheeks, the taller alpha put exceptionally lot of effort into making the shorter reach his orgasm.
Dokja’s moans climbed an octave, the chant of his name turning more slurred and his hands latching into his hair with vengeance.
Those signs were more than clear to Joonghyuk that his companion was about to finish.
Swirling his tongue around the head of the cock, he enjoyed the taste it left in his mouth. Trying to not show his content so much, the younger man scowled, hoping to fool the alpha in his rut.
Feeling the throbbing get more persistent, Joonghyuk began to pull away to let him finish in his hand.
Too bad Dokja didn’t agree with his plan as the man grabbed the back of his head and yanked him forward.
The tip of the latter’s cock went down his throat, followed by the most delighted moan he’s ever heard leave Dokja.
Putting every ounce of his control to not clamp down on the man’s dick, Joonghyuk gagged at the intrusion.
Pain shot through his throat, tearing him up as his lips kept stretching further and further. Cum filled his mouth to the point it was a choking hazard, leaving him with no choice to swallow it all bit by bit.
Dokja knotted his mouth. Fuck.
It was difficult to not bite down when every part of his jaw and mouth alike hurt like a motherfucker.
It didn’t help that he couldn’t pull back no matter how hard he tried, kept in place by the other alpha.
Taking a deep breath, he realise the situation immediately. He wasn’t dumb, he had just let his guard down. Dokja’s scent lacked the prominent rut smell now, the scent being muddled down into a more bearable degree.
This asshole. Looking up, Joonghyuk snarled—as much as he could with a dick shoved down this throat. He beared his teeth, letting them dig into the shaft slightly.
Locking eyes with his lover, he felt his anger rise. Instead of any sort of guilt or drunken glazed eyes looking back at him, Dokja eyes looked clearer than a man in his rut should be.
His pupils had a slight quiver as he kept Joonghyuk’s head in place, peering down with his face a deep shade of red. Even with the teeth, the alpha looked all too proud of himself.
A gag forced itself out of the taller man, more tears prickling in his eyes. He blinked them away, repeatedly swallowing around the cock to keep his urge to gag more away.
Above him, the shorter alpha cooed, one of his hands cradling the side of Joonghyuk’s face, tracing his features.
If it wasn’t for the knot stretching his lips to a painful point, he’d take comfort in the affectionate action.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t like that. Joonghyuk huffed and puffed through his nose, doing everything he could to not pass out.
He can only take one embarrassment at a time, getting his throat knotted already counted for two.
Jaw aching from the stretch, he furrowed his brows as Dokja pushed a thumb against his lips, caressing the top one.
The man didn’t say anything. He just stared down at the other alpha with that cocky and pleased smile, waiting for his knot to deflate.
This fucker…
Hand reaching off to the side, Joonghyuk popped open the Midday Tryst.
[You’re fully conscious.]
He typed in that message, sending it. He hoped it conveyed at least half of his anger. Watching as Dokja’s eyes flickered away from his face to the air, he knew the man saw it.
Because of that, it was more infuriating when no reply came in. The older alpha shrugged uncaringly down at him, returning to bullying his already bullied lips more.
This bastard! He’s not even denying it. He went and knotted Joonghyuk’s mouth despite not being influenced by his rut at that point at all.
…Joonghyuk will show him a piece of his mind.
As soon as this knot deflates, he’ll show him. He promises that. He’ll stretch that cocky idiot’s lips and throat around his own knot.