Pre-heat, in some regards, is more aggravating than full heat.
Jimin is still mostly operational, allowing him to attend classes and work shifts, but his mind wanders. Ordinarily, it's just general distraction, but this time around, Jeongguk becomes his fixation. He has an organic chemistry test he needs to be studying for and the only thought running through his head is needing to make a nest. In Jeongguk's suite, obviously. But where? The bed? The bathroom? The closet? He needs to go back to the hotel after his class ends in order to scope out potential nesting spots. Or maybe just fuck Jeongguk again.
His mind feels eerily blank as he walks back out to the mustang after school, like there's just nothing to think about until he's back with his alpha.
It isn't until Jeongguk is balls-deep in him, fucking him up against the suite door, that Jimin clocks back in. They didn't even make it past the entrance. Jimin's pants and underwear are off, while Jeongguk wasn't wearing enough clothing to have to worry about it in the first place. It's so fucking good, back pressed flat against the door and legs around Jeongguk's waist.
"I still haven't emailed my professors about missing class," he moans into Jeongguk's mouth, breath hitching in response to a particularly hard thrust. "F-Fuck, I haven't even gotten my shifts covered..."
Jeongguk adjust his grip on the meat of Jimin's thighs. "The hell have you been doing?"
"I-I don't fucking know. I know I went to the apartment this m-morning but I c-can't— mm, shit, right there... fuck, a-ah, yes— can't remember... what I went for."
The way Jeongguk is thrusting into him is just so fucking right. It's so easy to forget they've only known each other for a handful of weeks, they've only had knot-sex once. It's so, so painfully easy to fall putty onto Jeongguk's cock because he uses it so well. One satisfying thrust, and Jeongguk pauses, buried deep. Jimin arches off the door, wiggling his hips just a little bit and squeezing around the thick length filling him up.
"Oh, fuck, that's perfect," he groans, and it is. He knots his fingers tightly in the back of Jeongguk's hair and kisses him, pouring every ounce of need in his body into Jeongguk's mouth. Alpha doesn't disappoint. He's kissed back just as feverishly, and Jimin shakes in pleasure as Jeongguk's cock drags slowly over his prostate. "N-N—Lemme just... fucking... be full."
Jeongguk hums like he knows what Jimin is asking for, even if Jimin, himself, doesn't fully understand. Suddenly, he's empty, and an embarrassingly distressed cry breaks from his throat. It's a struggle for Jeongguk to untangle them because Jimin doesn't want to let go, but his feet eventually hit the floor. Jeongguk drags him to the couch and throws himself down, cock still soaked and hard between his legs. He uses one hand to stroke it, patting his thigh with the other.
"Make yourself comfortable, darling," he says.
This should be humiliating. Instead, Jimin eagerly climbs onto Jeongguk's lap, straddling him, facing away. He uses both hands to pull his asscheeks apart, quivering in excitement at the feeling of Jeongguk's cock rubbing against his rim. As soon as the head is caught, he sinks down, filling himself up in one smooth motion. He almost changes his mind about wanting to sit—the stimulation is too much. But Jimin takes a moment, steadying himself on Jeongguk's thighs, waiting for the heat in his gut to simmer. Then he leans back against Jeongguk's chest, full and content. Jeongguk wraps his arms around Jimin's waist, making him feel warm. Safe. Protected.
"I'm trying my best to respect your space," Jeongguk mumbles into his neck, "but I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to let you leave tonight. I think you're gonna have to stay and let me take care of you until I know you're satisfied."
Jimin huffs out a tired laugh. Now that he's comfortable, the day is catching up to him. "It's gonna be a long night, then."
"You don't think I'm good enough?"
