Collision

Chapter 54

Jeongguk chirped happily as Yoongi placed his hands on Jeongguk's raised knees. His skin was blistering beneath his hands, and Yoongi gasped at the heat, wondering absently how the Omega could stand it.

Jeongguk was pliant under his hands, head arched back, and his hands by his sides. Carefully, Yoongi reached his hands forwards and swiped some of Jeongguk's slick to cover his fingers.

Jeongguk shivered, teeth clattering, at the wispy touch of Yoongi's fingers along his outer thigh.

Licking his lips, Yoongi places his fingers at Jeongguk's rim. The Omega was whining, wiggling, and shifting, already moving to grind down on his fingers.

A chuckle fled Yoongi's lips, amused slightly by the behavior. "Now, now. Don't get over eager."

"Alpha, please. It hurts."

Nearly moaning at the whiny, slurred tone of the Omega, Yoongi circled his finger back over the rim, allowing the slick to cover the entire fluttering hole and watching in sheer delight at the way Jeongguk jolts.

Thinking that Jeongguk has suffered enough, Yoongi finally pushed one finger in. He swore he saw stars dance in his vision at the tight heat that welcomed his finger as if it was always meant to be a part of Jeongguk's body.

Jeongguk gasped lewdly, back arching off the bed, and his fingers grasping at the sheets below in a feeble attempt to keep himself still at the sudden blissful intrusion. He could feel Yoongi's finger dancing within him, easing merely a fraction of his needs.

Yoongi's head spun, his cock now fully hard within his sweatpants at the pretty sounds that erupted from Jeongguk's throat. He could only imagine how good Jeongguk felt around his cock, if he felt this good around his finger.

Grasping tighter at Jeongguk's thighs to keep himself steady, Yoongi pants weakly from above him. He grinned as he saw Jeongguk groaning as he wiggled and shifted his finger inside him, letting more slick coat his hand to ease the pain that he was sure the younger would experience.

Jeongguk was unraveling, and it was intoxicating to watch. Primal, hunger, and dominated by lust. Yoongi was almost desperate to remove his fingers and replace it with his cock, wondering how glorious it would feel.

The thick scent had only gotten heavier, and Yoongi was sure that it was etched into every inch of his skin. He couldn't find it in him to care, even when slick covered his hands up to his wrist.

"So good, baby. So, fucking tight for me."

"Alpha, yes, please! More," Jeongguk growled, rolling his hips down so that his finger sunk deeper into Jeongguk's hole.

Yoongi gasped, eyes widening, and briefly wondered if he could come just from the feeling of Jeongguk's heat around his fingers.

Using his free hand to shove Jeongguk's hips down, keeping him still, he pushed in his second finger. Jeongguk screamed out, hips bucking against his hold. Yoongi scissor and curled his fingers, watching Jeongguk's reactions carefully.

Stretching his fingers, Yoongi watched in utter fascination as Jeongguk suddenly cried out. A smirk curled over his lips when he realized he had found his prostate and eagerly angled his fingers so that he constantly hit the bundle of nerves with each subtle movement.

Yoongi felt pride swell in his gut as he watched Jeongguk ease himself further onto Yoongi's fingers, realizing what Yoongi was offering, and he set himself back to allow Jeongguk to do what he needed.

When Jeongguk felt stretched enough, only a writhing mass along the sheets, Yoongi added a third finger. Jeongguk nearly came undone, strangled sounds erupting from his throat as he fucked himself on Yoongi's fingers.

Yoongi didn't even try to stop him, just let himself rut against his fingers as he reached over with his free hand and grasped at the tip of Jeongguk's swollen tip, leaking more slick.

Jeongguk moaned louder, throat bobbing as Yoongi flicked his thumb over his tip. Yoongi kept his fingers inside of Jeongguk still, allowing Jeongguk to continue to grind his ass down as he worked his hand over his cock. With careful flicks of his wrist, he stroked Jeongguk's dick until he felt the telltale signs of his body preparing.

It didn't take long until Jeongguk came undone. He screams out, head thrown back and body convulsing as streaks of white lathered his stomach and Yoongi's hand. Yoongi instantly let go of Jeongguk's cock, easing his fingers out of his hole.

Twitching, the Omega was breathing heavily as he sagged, boneless, against the bed. Yoongi quickly cleaned him up, wetting a washcloth and wiping him down. Jeongguk sighed happily, nuzzling into Yoongi as his dick hardened again within a few minutes.

Blinking, Yoongi's stomach knotted. Already? He was finally beginning to understand what Namjoon meant about not being enough to satisfy an Omega, but damn if he wouldn't try.

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 Jeongguk weaved his way through the torrents of fog and haze, jerking back into reality with a groan. The heat of his body fled him, leaving him at the mercy of the cold winter air that brushed over his sweaty skin. He shivered harshly, goosebumps appearing along his flesh.

Peeling open his eyes, he winced at the bright sunlight that infiltrated the darkness. Sunlight filtered through the room from the window, casting the bedroom in a familiar orange-golden glow that eased the Omega, knowing he was in his den and he was safe.

Shifting his arm, Jeongguk craned his head and felt around the bed for the warmth of another body but felt nothing. Frowning, Jeongguk inhaled sharply as his eyes widened.

Yoongi scent was muted, covered by the harsher, heavier scent of Jeongguk's slick and heat. The only place where Yoongi's scent touched was fragments over his body and from the articles of clothing hidden amongst the layers upon layers of blankets. A nest. His nest.

Disbelief slammed into Jeongguk's gut, bile rising in his throat as his brain pieced together what had happened. He remembered going to bed that night, feeling a little warm and a little off. His stomach had been hurting, but he thought it was just from eating too much.

Jeongguk hissed, sucking in air between his teeth as he let his head fall back into the sheets and cheeks brightening to a heavy red. It wasn't his stomach hurting from food- he was in preheat.

He had gone into heat in the middle of the night and now Yoongi was gone. There was no warmth in the bed other than his own, and Yoongi's scent was so faint that a whimper fled his mouth before he could censor it.

Pushing himself up, flinching at the lingering aches and pains, Jeongguk glanced down at himself. His skin seemed to be mostly clean, which was unusual, and there was little slick and dried cum except a bit along his thighs and crusted against his groin and hole, which felt strangely worn out.

He was wearing no clothes, something he didn't really mind, per se, except the fact that he was naked, semi clean, and there was no sign of Yoongi. His stomach wasn't as empty either, something which bristled his inner wolf as he swung his legs off the bed and hoisted himself up onto unsteady legs.

Gritting his teeth, hating the weakness he felt in his muscles, Jeongguk grabbed some pair of navy-blue boxers and shoved them on. His only thought was to find Yoongi, make sure he was okay.

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