hot-blooded
pairing: chen/chanyeol
rating: NC-17
a/n: wolf AU. chanyeol wants jongdae to submit.

Jongdae was the last to join their pack - as such the others had been wary of him at first. But their leader had brought the young wolf back with him to their territory one day, and if he had Yifan’s approval, then no one would question it. Out loud, anyway.

He’s young and small to boot, not very impressive at all. If he was large in stature and lean, maybe he might have been - while he filled the latter pretty well, the russet grey wolf was anything but large. Compared to the rest of them he was slight in size. Maybe because of this, Kyungsoo had accepted him most easily - he’d always been the affectionate runt of the pack, even if he’d proven himself by matching Yixing easily when they roughhoused.

Clearly, Jongdae was not the strongest, but he proved himself in other ways. He was fleet of foot and more importantly, crafty. And despite his size, he was anything but submissive. Not without a fight.

If it was one thing that bristled Jongdae, it was being called an omega, the lowest of the low. Jokingly, Sehun had called him it once - the youngest, despite his larger size, had been pinned down before he even knew the effect of his words. Yifan broke them up before Sehun, with his irascible temper could snipe back, and without another word, Jongdae had slipped back into his usual calm. That had been the only incident.

Many moons passed. Proving himself, he pulled his own weight and defended the others when it was needed - a loyal ally and brother. The pack accepted him as one of their own in time - snark and all.

Except Chanyeol.

Perhaps it was a rivalry thing - the two were the same age after all, yet Jongdae had been welcomed into the pack without so much as a snarl while he had fought with the best and oldest of them during the most terrible of the pack wars. The russet wolf’s snark didn’t help either - it surprised him that he could act so around even their leader without fear. He was of a different sort, and Chanyeol knew nothing about him, or where he’d come from before Yifan had adopted him into their pack.

The strongest feeling that surfaced was what shocked him the most - the desire to make Jongdae submit.

It startled him, so much that he began avoiding Jongdae like he caught the thirst. Not that he interacted much with the other before, but this realisation was a mountain compared to a pebble and he’s not sure what to do. And if anything could rile up Chanyeol, usually the one who supplied the positive energy all around, it was confusion.

When they go on hunts, he opts out if Jongdae is with the party. Zitao, who takes his place those times, gives him questioning, suspicious looks but says nothing. Lu Han simply watches, smirks every once in awhile. Chanyeol gets the feeling he knows exactly what’s bothering him and it pisses him off to no end.

This definitely wasn’t a laughing matter.

For weeks this goes on. Whenever Jongdae is in sight, Chanyeol finds some reason or other to leave. He would only return once he was sure Jongdae left. At first it’s not a problem but eventually the others notice and not knowing what was going on, they grow confused and concerned.

“Chanyeol, what’s the matter?” Junmyeon is the first to ask, of course. The beta has always been the one to worry the most. “Did something happen between you and Jongdae? Are you sick?”

“Nothing happened. I’m not sick.” he replies easily enough. He isn’t lying - technically nothing had happened. And he wasn’t sick.

Junmyeon doesn’t look convinced, but changes the subject once it’s clear that Chanyeol wasn’t keen on providing clearer answers. “Are you sure?” There’s a silent pleading tone - one that Chanyeol knows Junmyeon to use only when he is very worried. It makes him feel guilty.

“Yeah. I’m fine, just feeling a bit off, you know? I'll be better in no time.” He grins and while Junmyeon doesn't look totally convinced, he looks a little less worried. “How about you go out hunting? You haven’t gone with us in awhile, maybe it will help clear your head.” the older man suggests.

“Mm, yeah I’ll think about it.” He flashes another reassuring grin, just to send Junmyeon on his way with a lighter heart.

When the beta leaves, Chanyeol sighs, frowning a bit. This really was getting out of hand. He sits up, rubbing the back of his neck. Why was that feeling bothering him so much really? Perhaps Junmyeon was right. Maybe he did need some air - if just to clear some of the heavy fog clouding his thoughts.

He leaves the cabin, transforming once he's outside. He goes to Lu Han to tell him he's going hunting alone, and the corner of the silver wolf's mouth pulls up as if in a smirk. "I'll tell Duizhang." is all he says though. Cheery as the older wolf's reply is, it makes Chanyeol uneasy and suddenly he's even more eager to leave. With a quick nod, he bounds off, Lu Han's knowing eyes laughing behind him.

It feels good. There's really nothing that can come close to the feeling of running free through the woods - the wind whistles as it rushes past his ears, ripples through sleek black fur. Underneath his broad paws, the earth feels soothingly cool. It balances out the fire caged inside and he forgets about everything for that time.

The hunt goes well. Chanyeol finds a herd of elk by the river and picks out a young faun that seems to be loping along more awkwardly than the rest. It's just enough of a challenge to get it away from the rest to give him a bit of the rush he's been missing these past few weeks. Living in this day and time, the pack doesn’t get to hunt as much as their elders might have in the past but as long as they don’t make a noticeable dent in the numbers of native wildlife around here, no suspicions are raised.

He takes his kill back to the glen, washing himself off in the small stream that runs just past the clearing. He hasn't let his guard down for weeks and it feels good. A bit too good. He doesn’t pay much attention, just glad to be out and not worry about anything for once. It’s only when he lifts his head from the cool water that all of that seems to crash and burn.

Russet grey streaks past his line of sight and he stands at attention,a low rumble vibrating in his throat as he turns in the direction of the blur. As the new arrival stops just at the edge of the glen, he catches the scent on the air and immediately his jaw locks. Jongdae.

The other stands still, dark gold eyes staring warily at Chanyeol. His ears stand up straight and he doesn’t make any move to retreat or advance. But one thing is clear - he doesn’t intend to submit to the fiery aura that suddenly seems to surround Chanyeol. It raises an even greater burn inside the larger wolf and he growls again - a warning, and also a challenge.

Jongdae looks confused for a moment, before he narrows his eyes. He disregards Chanyeol in favour of turning right back around to go about his own business. If it had been just that, perhaps Chanyeol would’ve held onto restraint. But at the edge of his vision, silver moves in and knowing grey eyes lock onto his - he can practically hear Lu Han snickering in amusement.

In that instant, he can hear his restraint snapping in two and before he can think twice, he charges, lunging at Jongdae with a growl.

Jongdae lets out a surprised yelp but recovers by the time they tumble into the clearing. The momentum gives the smaller wolf the leverage to roll away from Chanyeol and get back on his feet, hackles raised and fur on end. His lips pull back as he bares his teeth and barks, dark gold eyes trained on the black wolf.

All Chanyeol sees is red as he snarls and begins circling Jongdae. By now some of the others have gathered - Sehun and Yixing watch warily with an amused Lu Han, while Jongin narrows his eyes in displeasure. Kyungsoo looks like he doesn't know what to do. As Chanyeol lunges for the russet grey wolf again, Baekhyun whimpers with worry off the side.

Jongdae leaps out of the way, growling. He isn't stupid enough to attack head-on and Chanyeol knows this. But there is no way Jongdae is submitting without a fight either. So when Chanyeol finally catches him again, the smaller wolf growls back without fear and snaps his jaws. It's very clear that this is not just another roughhousing match and for that reason, the others don't dare to interfere, though Yixing seems to have disappeared from sight.

The two attack without restraint, teeth sinking into flesh and claws tearing. The adrenaline surges in Chanyeol's blood and the desire he'd kept under such a tight lid comes alive like wildfire. Jongdae is quick, matching the black wolf's strength with his speed and stamina.

All it takes is one stumble to change the tide - Chanyeol takes advantage as Jongdae tumbles awkwardly after a bite wound to his leg causes him to falter. The larger wolf jumps, putting all his weight on top of the other as he pins him to the ground. Jongdae snarls and gnashes his teeth, clawing at the dirt as he tries to throw Chanyeol off.

The larger wolf lowers his head next to Jongdae's ear, a low warning rumble vibrating in his throat. A growl answers him and Chanyeol's eyes flash before he bites Jongdae's ear lightly. The smaller wolf shudders and lowers his ears, but it's not enough of a submission for Chanyeol to be satisfied and he snaps his jaws hard, drawing blood.

Jongdae yelps in pain, starting his struggle again in confusion and it's only when Chanyeol hears the warning growl of another that the haze seems to clear and the larger wolf realises he went too far. He looks up to see Yifan and Minseok, tailed by Suho, Zitao and Yixing.

Jongdae whimpers quietly, prompting Chanyeol to get off. As soon as he's free, he scrambles back onto his feet and runs out of the glen. Jongin casts the black wolf a dirty look and guilt sinks to the pit of Chanyeol's stomach as the younger wolf turns tail and disappears after Jongdae.

Chanyeol turns around to see Yifan staring him down sternly. Concerned, Yixing glances in the direction Jongdae and Jongin ran off in before Zitao nudges him towards the others still gathered, ushering them away as he can already sense the talking-to Chanyeol is going to get. Minseok seems to shake his head disapprovingly as he nears Lu Han, somehow knowing he is somehow behind this. Suho is worried but returns to Yifan’s side once the others are gone.

“You know I want an explanation, Chanyeol.” The alpha says, grey eyes serious.

Chanyeol stands still, because really, he isn’t sure how to explain what he was feeling. “I don’t know. I just...” He hesitates - it’s not exactly something he can admit to easily. “I wanted him to submit. To me.” If he had been in human form, his cheeks would have bloomed red.

Yifan casts a look at Suho, who shakes his head, before turning back to him. “This is the first time?” Chanyeol’s confused look seems to tell him that this is so, Yifan knowing something he does not. The older wolf seems to sigh as he shakes his head. “Never mind. You’ll know soon enough. But first...”

Chanyeol is expecting some punishment - confinement to the cabin for a week, doing the laundry for a month (this is very scary, yes, when one lived with eleven other boys), etc. He is even scared for a moment that Yifan will evict him from the pack, though logically he knows that wouldn’t happen.

“Go apologise to Jongdae.” Chanyeol blinks. That isn’t quite what he expected. “I don’t care how you do it, but you need to fix.... whatever happened.”

The black wolf bows his head in assent. “Alright. I promise.” After Yifan nods, he runs off towards the cabin - if he isn’t mistaken, that was the direction Jongin and Jongdae ran off in. It’s not a great distance. The cabin is right at the wide end of the stream where it flows from a waterfall from the main river.

“Stay still.” He hears Jongin’s voice first, low and hushed. A hiss follows it. “I told you to stay still.”

He transforms back into his human shape before approaching, and the first thing he sees is Jongdae in human form sitting on the deck in nothing but a pair of shorts, bandages wrapped around his slender torso and skinnier limbs. Chanyeol winces - his own wounds sting and burn as he moves but in comparison, Jongdae definitely looks worse for wear.

Jongin doesn’t pay him any mind, focused on Jongdae. He bites and tears a strip of gauze off a roll. For a moment, Chanyeol can see that the smaller one’s ear is bleeding. But all that flies out the roof the second Jongin leans in and licks the blood from Jongdae’s ear.

Chanyeol’s eyes flash and a different feeling rises in him - possessiveness. He almost growls, and Jongin catches his eye as he glances over his shoulder. Jongdae looks up, surprised.

“Leave.” is all Chanyeol says to Jongin, and though the younger wolf narrows his eyes, he leaves upon being nudged by Jongdae. Chanyeol stands still, waits for the crunch of leaves to fade before turning to Jongdae again. The other has resumed wrapping bandages around his middle, and Chanyeol walks towards him with deliberately slow steps.

Jongdae tenses, obviously wary. This close, the other boy looks even smaller, his slight frame thin and lean. Chanyeol stares for far too long - that Jongdae's eyes aren't meeting his just makes it easier. When Jongdae hisses from pain upon pulling his bandages too taut, he finally moves again, lowering himself to the deck. Jongdae has just tucked the end of the bandage out of sight, keeping it in place with medical tape. As he leans forward to check the bindings on his leg, Chanyeol gets a better look at his ear.

It's stopped bleeding and around the wound, there's still dried blood, except for the outer edge where Jongin licked. Thinking about that just makes something flare to life inside Chanyeol, that possessiveness. Before he really thinks about it, he tackles Jongdae onto his back, lying half on top of him.

The other groans underneath him and mentally, Chanyeol puts his face in his hands - he feels really stupid for doing that when Jongdae is already hurt. "Sorry..."

"I wasn’t really surprised," he hears Jongdae mumble and he blinks in confusion before the smaller boy continues, “Lu Han said that you hated me.”

Chanyeol starts at that, his eyes wide as he raises his head from Jongdae’s shoulder. “He said what?” The other hisses as the movement upsets one of his wounds and Chanyeol apologises again, though he doesn’t get off.

“I don’t-- I never hated you. I just...” He feels like Jongdae’s submission isn’t the only thing in the picture now and has to take a moment to think. It takes him awhile and during that time, he relaxes on top of Jongdae again. “You make it hard... for me to control myself.” he says finally.

Jongdae stares up at him, blinking in confusion. He shifts underneath Chanyeol and for a moment, turns his head enough that the taller boy can see the smooth line of his neck leading up to his ear once more. In lieu of a proper explanation, he leans in like Jongin had before and laps at the dried blood around the wounds in his ears.

He feels Jongdae’s body shuddering against his as he licks slowly along the edge of his ear. His blood tastes metallic, sweet like iron and he feels his pulse quickening as the smaller boy’s breath hitches. He starts feeling the beginnings of a struggle and pins Jongdae down with his weight as his mouth closes over the outer shell of his ear. The other lets out a low quiet whine, before going lax, though his chest heaves heavier than before.

“The hell......” Chanyeol hears Jongdae breathe out as he loosens his hold on the shorter boy’s wrists. His teeth graze his earlobe and his jaw as he moves lower, causing Jongdae to curl fingers into his sides, his body arching to press lightly against his.

And then he stops.

Chanyeol rests his head on Jongdae’s shoulder and in his ears he can hear his heart hammering, a small rush going quickly to his head. His ear presses against Jongdae’s throat and through his warm skin, he can hear blood rushing and quickening breath. He wants more but he wrests his control back. This is enough, is what he’s telling his body.

“.... I’m probably confusing you. But that’s what I mean.. I can’t control myself...” He mumbles after awhile, when both of them seem to have calmed down a bit. His cheeks heat up and he doesn’t lift his head, not wanting Jongdae to see the furious blush creeping across his cheeks to his ears.

“So you don’t hate me..... right?” Chanyeol hears Jongdae’s voice vibrate through where he has his ear against his neck. He shakes his head and suddenly the urge to touch the other arrests him. He shifts carefully and bends his arm till he’s able to rest one hand loosely below Jongdae’s ribs. At the contact, his blood calms again for the moment and he feels content.

"Maybe.... I'm attracted to you.... it feels different though..." he mumbles against the sharp line of jutting collarbone. Jongdae actually laughs at that, a soft sound that reverberates from his chest and through Chanyeol's.

"I... don't mind that." he says with a sigh and finally relaxes completely with Chanyeol on top of him. His hand drifts hesitantly along the taller boy's side before settling on his lower back.

The sound of the waterfall almost drowns out the thumping of Chanyeol's heart - any harder and he's almost afraid it might burst through his chest. Oddly enough though, he feels more calm than he has in ages.

He stays awake even after Jongdae has dozed off under him, and it isn't until he hears the sound of approaching footsteps that he gets off. He carries him inside the cabin carefully as Yifan arrives with the others. His eyes meet the grey of their leader and when he nods, he knows Yifan understands that he’s done what he asked. He puts Jongdae down in his bed and for several long minutes, his eyes slide over the smaller boy’s bare body, the bandages that cover wounds that he inflicted.

The moon rises high and he hears the baying of wolves, but he only covers Jongdae's ears so he won't wake, looking outside the window as the clouds clear and the stars come out. The others will be away for awhile, enjoying the shorter summer nights while they can. Once the howls fade back into the sound of running water and rustling trees, Chanyeol slides into bed and tucks his head beneath Jongdae’s chin, arms circling his waist.

Half of him is satisfied like this, but the other doesn’t let him sleep. He stays awake, nose pressed to Jongdae’s clavicle, breathing in the musky scent that clings to his skin. He smells of petrichor and ozone, damp earth and pine. He smells faintly of blood too and Chanyeol’s eyes darken.

It’s barely been a few hours since the match that started all this, but the heat has never really gone away. Chanyeol presses his mouth to the juncture of Jongdae's neck and shoulder, lips parting just enough to suck his skin lightly when he kisses there. He kisses the same spot, softly, and would have done it a third time, but the sound of a breathy chuckle startles him into stillness, as does the stirring of the smaller boy’s body. Chanyeol ducks his head back underneath Jongdae’s chin, heat flooding into his face. He is several centuries old, but right now he can’t help but think he’s acting like a virgin schoolboy.

Jongdae yawns and stretches slightly, arms reaching awkwardly around Chanyeol who practically clings to his waist. The taller boy can feel his Adam’s apple bobbing when he swallows after and drapes an arm loosely over the shoulder Chanyeol doesn’t have pressed to the bed.

“I can smell your arousal even in my sleep, Chanyeol...” he hears Jongdae say, his voice an octave lower and still thick with sleep. He flushes red as the smaller continues, his fingers coming up to thread through his hair slowly. “.....Are you really only daring when I’m asleep?” His grip tightens a bit then, tugging just so on dark strands as he continues running small digits through them.

“Coward.”

Something stirs in Chanyeol then, his eyes flashing as he looks up at Jongdae. In the darkness, a smirk plays on the other’s lips and he feels the same strong feeling that caused him to avoid Jongdae for months, culminating in..... whatever this was now. “Are you really going to go there...?” he asks, a bit of an edge to his low voice.

Jongdae’s smirk widens and he cocks his head slightly. There’s a scratch along the other side of his neck, limming the corner of his jaw, and Chanyeol imagines it must sting, from the way the blood in the puckered wound shines as it stretches, little bits of light glinting off the open cut. All he can think of is pressing his lips along that thin line though, the pain really a second thought.

His fingers tug lightly on Chanyeol’s hair and he can feel the edge of blunt nails barely pressing against his scalp. “You’re all talk...” Jongdae drawls, smirk stretching slowly into a grin, “and no action.”

Chanyeol’s resolve snaps then, and he can literally hear his thoughts growl, pleased.

In one movement, he slips one arm between them, pushing Jongdae's arm away from him and sliding his hand down the slender limb, fingers curling firmly around his wrist. He rolls them over and reaches for his other wrist and in the same single motion, swings his leg over him. He straddles the other’s hips, trapping him underneath him. His blood tingles when he feels the other shift against his body, not struggling just yet.

He stares down at Jongdae, who meets his gaze without fear, eyes bright in the darkness. The smaller boy bunches the sheets in his fingers, turning his wrists slightly. Chanyeol grips the thin bird-boned limbs tighter and is pleased when he hears Jongdae’s breath hitch.

“What’s the matter? Use up all your fight?” he taunts. At that Jongdae starts struggling, bucking to get him off. When he bucks up, Chanyeol presses his body back down with a growl. The other hisses in pain and it throws him off for a moment. He loosens his grip out of worry - his mistake, really. Jongdae’s eyes flash and that’s the only warning Chanyeol gets before he’s shoved off.

His heart begins hammering again, blood hot in his veins. Jongdae pins down his left wrist, his hold surprisingly tight as he leans in. Chanyeol doesn’t move yet, staying still as the smaller boy moves in closer. “Step your game up, Chanyeol...” he hears Jongdae say, followed by a chuckle as his mouth hovers above his neck, close enough that he can feel his breath warm and balmy on his skin. It makes his captured hand twitch.

Jongdae doesn’t touch but when his lips near Chanyeol’s ear is when the taller boy moves. His free arm jerks up, going for the smaller boy’s side and pulling him down as he sits up. Pull turns to push and he shoves the smaller boy into the bed, this time on his stomach.

He straddles the back of his legs as Jongdae starts to kick. The other starts to push his upper body up, only for the taller boy to shove him back down. Chanyeol stretches his body over Jongdae’s back, pressing him down into the bed. His fingers grip the other’s shoulders, squeezing biceps as he slides his hands down his arms. He pins his arms to his sides firmly.

Jongdae almost snarls into the blankets, still trying to free himself. It’s the same position from the end of their match but the feeling here is a stark contrast. Instead of a thick cloud of anger, Chanyeol feels lucid and clear, seeing red for an entirely different reason. A low growl vibrates through his chest and when he inches up, he makes sure his body slides against the smaller one beneath his. From underneath, he hears a groan muffled in the sheets. Chanyeol grins against the back of his neck and feeling teeth graze his skin, Jongdae’s back bows and he presses into the bed, hips raising slightly as he strains against the hold on his wrists again.

The puckered wound stretching from his neck to his jaw glints, a gleam of red in the shallow gash. Chanyeol presses his nose along the line of Jongdae’s shoulder up to the cut - when he inhales, a sanguine scent mixed with petrichor fills his nose, tinged with arousal he knows Jongdae is also feeling. It makes him heady and the feeling goes straight to his hardening arousal.

Parting his lips, he licks a line from below the glistening cut all the way up to where it ends at his jaw. The taste is coppery, a bit bitter from sweat. Under his mouth, he feels Jongdae hiss and swallow thickly. He sucks hard on the skin over the open gash and Jongdae lets out a strangled moan in surprise, the sound a mixture of pain and pleasure.

He loosens his grip on one of Jongdae’s wrist experimentally and when the other doesn’t lash out immediately, he lets go of both. His hands migrate to Jongdae’s sides, long fingers fitting into the small dips of his ribs under his skin. Hands slide down slowly, squeezing his waist and feeling bandages and warm skin. Stopping at defined hip bones, he leans and rocks his body forward against the smaller boy’s, pressing his hard-on against his ass.

“Ngh...” Jongdae groans quietly, the sound muffled by the same bedsheets his hands are clenching. A low pleased rumble thrums in Chanyeol’s chest and he presses a kiss to the back of the other’s neck. He sucks to raise a purple-red bruise to unmarked skin, relishing the hitch in Jongdae’s breath as he does.

The taller boy digs blunt nails into sharp hipbones and tugs Jongdae’s lower body up from the bed, rocking his body against his again. His member strains against the confines of his pants and he groans with Jongdae at the friction. Thumbs hook into the waistband of the smaller boy’s shorts and he starts inching them down.

There’s no warning when Jongdae retaliates, but when he does, he pushes Chanyeol back as he sits up, turning around to shove him against the window by the bed. The taller boy blinks blearily in surprise as Jongdae hovers above him for but a second, his hand sliding from Chanyeol’s shoulder down to his chest, palm pressing flat and firm over his sternum. He pushes him back slightly. Chanyeol has barely regained focus when Jongdae leans in and presses his mouth to his.

His lips meld against his hungrily, fingers curling in the taller boy’s shirt as he kisses him back heatedly. It’s not a pretty kiss, it’s even a little messy - teeth tug on lower lips as they bite, swallow each other’s breath as tongues push past parted lips in a battle for dominance. Jongdae settles on top of Chanyeol’s hips and rolls his own forward. They both moan at the friction before Jongdae reaches blindly and pulls at the belt loops of Chanyeol’s pants.

Fire burns the taller boy from the inside, his eyes lucid and dark when he tugs Jongdae close and kisses him deeply again. His hands slide down his back and return to his hips. He gropes at his ass and Jongdae jumps a bit in response. Chanyeol chuckles low and husky against his lips then lets go to tug his pants down, wriggling them off.

He pushes Jongdae off him as he sits up to kick his pants off, pulling his shirt over his head as well and tossing it somewhere in the process. His eye twitches in a wince when the fabric clings to dry sticky wounds but the pain's a small distraction and he moves to loom over Jongdae again.

The smaller boy attempts to turn him over with his leg and seems to succeed, before Chanyeol moves away and pushes him back down onto his stomach. He presses his weight against Jongdae and hears a groan when he cants his hips up. Feeling the beginnings of a fight, he leans in, clamping his mouth over the shell of his ear. Jongdae shudders and goes limp underneath him, fingers still clenched in the sheets.

Chanyeol grazes his teeth against the cartilage of his ear. “Relax...” he breathes out teasingly, covering one of Jongdae’s hands with his and uncurling his fingers, before slipping underneath the smaller boy’s body. He tugs his shorts and boxers down with his thumb, pressing his palm against his erection along the way. Jongdae turns his head as he moans, muffling the sound into white sheets.

The taller boy doesn’t bother trying to maneuver the other’s garments off his legs - he grips the fabric with both hands and tears it off at the seams, pressing his mouth to Jongdae’s shoulder when he stiffens in surprise. The tips of Chanyeol’s fingers drag teasingly along the line of the smaller boy’s hips before reaching for the hard flesh between his thighs. Calloused digits curl around his member and squeeze lightly, before stroking up the length once experimentally. Even muffled by the sheets, the moan that he hears from Jongdae is loud enough to urge him on.

Chanyeol strokes him as he rocks against his body again, letting out a groan into his shoulder. He moves down Jongdae’s bare back, his other hand tugging his bandages loose as he descends. Heavy breaths stutter past the smaller boy’s lips, punctuated by soft moans as Chanyeol continues stroking his length. He kisses between jutting shoulder blades, licking the wounds that mar bare scapulae before sliding down his body further. At the middle of his back, he sucks on a particularly long gash and a sound between a loud moan and a sigh escapes from the smaller boy as his upper body bows towards the bed.

He stops his descent to focus on stroking Jongdae’s length, leaning his head on the other while holding himself up with his free arm. The other’s breathing grows heavy with every tremor, every shuddering moan and sigh and pant, that runs through his body and Chanyeol can imagine the way Jongdae’s cheeks must be flushed, eyelashes fluttering. His own arousal grows almost painful at the thought, twitching as he squeezes hard flesh tighter on upward strokes, closing his eyes as he listens to the noises that Jongdae makes.

“Fuck...” The swear slips out, breathless as Jongdae bucks into his hand. Chanyeol only has to stroke him a few more times before he comes with a wavering moan, sticky white spilling between his fingers as he closes them over the head of the smaller boy’s arousal. He takes his hand away while Jongdae pants, holding himself up with fingers clenched in the sheets.

Chanyeol licks over his knuckles idly before he trails one finger down the smaller boy’s back to his tailbone, shivers following the wet trail he leaves. Jongdae tenses when he stops, and concern pierces through the heat blanketing the taller boy’s thoughts. He covers Jongdae’s body with his own, pressing his erection against his ass as his other hand slides up the smaller boy’s stomach up to his ribs. His chest shifts against the slight rise of shoulder blades as he presses his lips to the back of Jongdae’s head. Buried in russet-brown hair, his nose fills with musk, and that scent of petrichor and pine and ozone. Through his fingers, he can feel a hammering pulse that isn’t his, thumping almost violently in his chest.

“Do you want.. this?” he mumbles low, voice slightly scratchy. Do you want me? is what he wanted to but didn’t ask.

“Of course I do..!” Jongdae almost hisses out, and then slumps forward slightly. Chanyeol moves with him, cants his head to nuzzle behind his ear. A more familiar cocky grin returns to his face as the smaller boy shivers at the contact and it’s only then that his hand descends.

He brings his fingers up to mouth again, tasting salty cum still on the digits. Blunt nails dig into pliant flesh as he pulls Jongdae’s hips up more. He teases with a finger, drawing a small circle just above his ass before moving lower. Jongdae stiffens again as he does, but his breath hitches as Chanyeol slides a finger over his entrance, rubbing the tight ring before he begins pushing through.

“A-ah.....” The smaller boy’s voice cracks as Chanyeol gets one knuckle in, then the next. His face contorts in discomfort and the taller boy clamps his mouth onto the shell of his ear as he freezes up again. Jongdae actually whimpers this time as he goes lax, and it’s with a groan at the tightness around his finger, that Chanyeol begins thrusting his finger slowly in and out. He adds another one soon enough, pressing in deeper.

The smaller boy’s face flushes, so much that it colours his ears nearly the same red that his mouth is. He licks his lips unconsciously in between pants and moans, pushing back on Chanyeol’s fingers. If that wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever seen till this moment....

He inserts a third and hooks them inside the other as he pulls out, drawing out long wanting whines from Jongdae. If it weren’t for the aching hardness between his legs, he would’ve been fine having the smaller boy fuck himself open on his fingers. He does the same thing again and when Jongdae mewls is when he reluctantly pulls them out, the other protesting with a whine.

Chanyeol spits in his hand and strokes himself once, twice, maybe three times to slick his length up, before lining the head up with Jongdae’s entrance. He leans into the other boy’s body again, kissing his neck. “Last chance... No regrets.” he murmurs, eyes hooded as his length prodded against his ass.

“Do it..!” Jongdae groans, sounding annoyed.

At that Chanyeol pushes his length past the tight ring of muscle, groaning loudly into the smaller boy’s shoulder at the tight heat that slowly swallows his arousal. It’s nothing like three fingers for the both of them - Jongdae sucks in a breath at the pain, while Chanyeol releases one at the pleasure. They both shudder once the taller boy is completely seated, and when Jongdae’s arms give out and fold underneath him, Chanyeol just follows, draping his body over his.

He rolls his hips slowly, giving Jongdae time to adjust. The smaller boy breathes heavily with his eyes shut, unused to the feeling of being filled like this. He clenches on the length inside him as he tries to relax and it takes every last vestige of control for Chanyeol not to pull out and slam back into him. He groans and keeps thrusting into Jongdae shallowly.


When he feels him pushing back against his movements is when the taller boy bucks his hips forward harder. With firm hands on Jongdae's hips he pulls out farther and then snaps forward. The smaller boy lets out a strangled moan, the sound free of any pain. Chanyeol keeps that pace up, panting against Jongdae's neck.

It feels good and from the noises Jongdae makes, Chanyeol knows he's not the only one who thinks so. But it isn't enough - he doesn't like this quiet, complacent kind of pleasure. He slows down, drags the edge of blunt nails along skin sticky with sweat. He changes angles, testing and experimenting with which ones Jongdae twitch and jerk in his arms, which ones make his breath catch with euphoria.

Chanyeol’s member brushes against a spot inside the smaller boy soon enough, a spot that has pushes a breathy moan past his lips. Chanyeol bucks again and again, gauging the sound of Jongdae’s breath hitching and the volume of moans fluttering past his lips. He pulls out nearly all the way when he’s sure, gripping and pulling the smaller boy’s hips towards him when he snaps back into him hard.

Jongdae cries out, loud and clear, body arching towards the sheets. “..There! Again--!” he says in a moan after and Chanyeol is only too happy to comply. He bucks into him harder, plunging into him deeper, over and over again. He groans and bites the smaller boy’s shoulder hard when he clenches on him again, and the whimper he lets out makes Chanyeol want to draw out more of those desperate noises from him.

The ecstasy he feels is different - it isn’t the first time he’s had sex, not even the first time he’s slept with another boy, but it feels like it is. All the feelings of euphoria feel more complete. He doesn’t dwell on it, just takes it for what it is and loses himself in Jongdae.

The smaller boy reaches underneath himself with one hand to stroke himself with Chanyeol’s thrusts - when the taller boy notices, he pushes his hand away, the whine that follows quickly dissipating when Chanyeol replaces it with his own. Long fingers jerk his length with his bucking. He teases, dragging the edge of one nail along the underside of the head as he slows. Jongdae shudders, his voice going high as he keens. The sensation of Chanyeol’s hand stroking his member in time with each thrust against his prostate, his low voice groaning low and husky by his ear, is really too much.

He feels as though his body is on fire and it grows more and more heated, until there’s just a dizzying whirling fog of Chanyeol and nothing else. He loses his breath and he can feel the climax nearing, a waterfall looming at the end of white water rapids. But just as he’s about to topple over the edge, he feels everything halt, coming to a stop and gathering at the end of a much desired precipice. He feels fingers tighten around the base of his length and it takes him a second to realise what’s going on.

Chanyeol licks a line up the puckered wound on his neck again, suckling the upper corner just between his lobe and the end of his jaw. His hips slow and his thrusts become torturous, his arousal pushing in deeply but not quickly enough for satisfy. “Beg.”

His smirk is apparent in his voice and Jongdae almost snarls, but what actually leaves his mouth is something like a low throaty whine. He reaches for Chanyeol’s wrist, but stops as he twists his fingers, a shock running through his body, oversensitive from his denied release.

His head falls forward, only a small fragment of a moan slipping from parted lips. Chanyeol nips the lobe of his ear, tugging with his teeth as he presses his hips firmly against his ass, his length pushing in as far as he can go. The sound dissolves into a trembling whimper and Jongdae’s breath loses its rhythm. “Please.. Chanyeol...” he begs without looking up, his ears burning.

Chanyeol doesn’t force him into doing anything else - he doesn’t want to break the other boy or really humiliate him. He clamps his lips over the top of his ear, a gesture somewhere between comforting and teasing. Jongdae shudders, but relaxes. Fingers loosen around the base of his member as the taller boy picks up his pace, snapping his hips hard into the prone body beneath his.

It doesn’t take much longer for Jongdae to reach his climax and when he does, he nosedives over the edge, back bowing as he comes in white streams, long fingers stroking him as the first shockwaves hit. Chanyeol groans low into the back of his neck as he tightens around his arousal. The smaller boy lets out a high breathless cry, that Chanyeol swallows up greedily, fingers tangling in russet hair to pull his head back roughly and claim his mouth. He feels the tremors that shake the other’s body through his lips, urging on his own climax. He thrusts a few more times into him, breaking from Jongdae as he groans into his shoulder.

“I-I’m close., fuck.. Jongdae--!” He moans loudly when his orgasm crashes into him, supernovae exploding in the back of his eyes. Chanyeol shudders as he comes inside Jongdae, slumping against his back and pressing his forehead to the smaller boy’s shoulder. His eyelids flutter against sweat-dampened skin as spots still flare in his vision. He wraps an arm around Jongdae’s middle and falls over onto his side holding onto the smaller boy. His softening length slips out of him, Jongdae shivering and curling up at the strange sensation.

Chanyeol wipes his hand on the sheets, yanking and tugging them out from underneath them and chucking it off the bed, with a bit of trouble. There’s another blanket underneath anyway. He still feels light, disoriented from the aftershocks and he imagines Jongdae must feel the same. He tugs the smaller boy close to him in a possessive hold and nuzzles his shoulder.

It’s a long time before either of them really move or do anything at all, so when Jongdae finally breaks the silence, it startles Chanyeol a bit and he clings onto the other. The smaller boy pauses and when Chanyeol stares up, Jongdae can’t help but be boggled. He looks oddly cute. He shifts a bit, the sting returning to abused wounds causing him to wince slightly.

“..what’s going to happen now?” he asks, voice a bit hoarse. Chanyeol blinks and grows quiet, thoughtful. Jongdae continues, “...I.. I’m not used to this.. kind of thing.”

Chanyeol can’t help but grin, and tease, “You mean the sex?” Jongdae frowns, though his expression softens as the taller boy rubs his nose against the side of his neck. “I don’t know.”

It’s a few seconds later that Chanyeol adds in a more sober tone, “I like you. I’m.. pretty sure of that. And I don’t want anyone to have you either. So... just interpret that as you will.” His hold on the other boy tightens and he quiets as he waits for Jongdae’s response.

“...alright. I’m okay with that.” he responds, with a yawn. He makes himself more comfortable in Chanyeol’s arms, and it seems like his reaction has been so little. But his eyes flicker back to the taller boy’s face to see if that’s alright before he continues. “I kick in my sleep, just so you know.”

Chanyeol chuckles against his hair and inhales Jongdae’s scent, and the scent of sex that clings to the air. As the smaller boy starts dozing off, he reaches behind him to unlatch the window and let the cool night air drift in, before curling up against the other. The baying of wolves is heard faintly in the distance, and it’s to that and the sound of Jongdae’s breath, that Chanyeol sleeps with his blood cool.

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a/n: well. at least for now. i'm not sure if i'm really going to develop this into some sort of storyline (though i do have some ideas in the works) so for now, this is a standalone piece.

a/n (2): ear biting is quite a common behavior in canines used to assert dominance. also "the thirst" that chanyeol refers to briefly is something similar to rabies.