Collision

Chapter 53

"I can't! I don't know what to do," Seokjin snaps back, but then softens almost instantly. "Yoongi-yah, when I went into heat, Namjoon helped me. He didn't have sex with me, but he did pleasure me. With toys or whatever, because we had done enough for him to know it was okay. How would Jeongguk feel about that?"

Yoongi bit his lip. They had played around, sucked one another off, but they have never gone too far. There were no condoms, and they relied purely on Jeongguk's slick.

"I think- I think I can do that," Yoongi whispered. "But I don't want to have full sex. Not like this."

"And, sweetie, that is more than okay," Seokjin replies sweetly, voice careful and low. "I am sure he would appreciate it too. The heat must have snuck up on him and he wasn't aware of it. For now, I need you to gather as many blankets as you can- dirty laundry, pillows, whatever you can find. He will want to create a nest; he will feel better if he has that."

"A nest?" Yoongi whimpers, wishing briefly that Seokjin or Namjoon was here, telling him what to do. So, he didn't mess up and his lack of sight wouldn't fuck anything up.

"Yes. A nest. Omega's make them- he has a nesting area, but during heat will want to create a full-bodied nest. It's all about scents, honey. It will help calm him."

"Okay," he whispers shakily, understanding the gist.

"You won't have to worry about it. Jeongguk's instincts will handle it," Seokjin replies, voice warm and briefly amused. "Make sure he eats and drinks. Call me in the morning and I can give more directions on how to help, okay?"

Yoongi sighs, shoulders sagging. He nods slowly. "Okay. Okay, hyung."

"Don't worry too much. It's going to be just fine. Love you, Yoongichi."

"Yoongi," he snarls, rolling his eyes. Seokjin chuckles and Yoongi quickly hangs up the phone. He tosses it to the couch and breathes in slowly, calming himself.

After a few moments of gathering his racing thoughts, Yoongi trudges back to the bedroom. He gathered all the blankets he could find, stumbling over the sheer mass, and trips into the bedroom.

Jeongguk was still on the bed, but he was sitting up and shifting the comforter around and fiddling with the pillows, fluffing and adjusting, and then fluffing again with a discontented whine in his throat.

Shuffling inside, Yoongi placed the blankets on the bed and pushed them towards Jeongguk. "Jeongguk-ah, darling, here."

At the sound of his voice, Jeongguk raised his head. He perked up at seeing the blankets, reaching over and grabbing the first one. He places it in the center, spreading it out and rubbing himself against it.

Yoongi watched, fascinated and worried, as Jeongguk continued. He took blanket after blanket and placed them all along the bed and fluffing the pillows. He removed the meager clothing from his body and tossed them into the folds, and then even grabbed some of Yoongi's strewn clothing from around the bed.

It didn't seem to be enough for the Omega because he ended up tugging and yanking at the hoodie Yoongi was wearing. "Oh, um, hold on," he managed out and tore it off. Jeongguk yipped happily and placed it at the very top of his bed, like a trophy.

Yoongi stood, shirtless, as Jeongguk finally seemed sated. He fell boneless against his nest, nuzzling and shifting so that he was spread over his nest, nose buried within Yoongi's hoodie.

Jeongguk finally settled in the center of the bed. He was a panting mess, his cock flushed and painfully hard as it curled on his stomach. The sweat still kept his black hair across his forehead.