The Nose Blind Wolf.

Chapter 5

Bobby approaches the bed silently and cautiously, gulping when he catches sight of Junhoe underneath the mound of blankets. The omega's been squirming none stop since he's stepped inside, face pressed hard into his pillow, but it's not until he's close enough that Bobby realizes Junhoe's got his face jammed into the pillow to try and block out the smell of an Alpha, and he's been squirming none stop because he's been humping the bed.

"Junhoe," he calls out to the omega softly.

The younger turns his head enough to rasp out, "Get out."

Bobby takes a deep breath and hesitantly settling himself on the edge of the bed. He clenches and unclenches his fist a couple of times before finally reaching out and carding his fingers through Junhoe's short hair. A pleasurable jolt runs down his spine at the breathy moan that escapes Junhoe's lips at the action. He clears his throat awkwardly. "Are you okay? Your friends' say you're feeling a bit sick."

"I'm not sick," Junhoe protests, too drained to have any real edge in his voice. When the Alpha's fingers brush over the nape of his neck he shivers and releases an involuntary cry. "I'm - I'm in heat." He wants to roll away, to escape from the sensation of Bobby's fingers on his neck, combing through his hair, but his traitorous body stays still, all to happy to accept the little touches.

Suddenly the Alpha removes his hand from Junhoe in favor of planting it on the bed so that he can lean over the omega. Junhoe rapidly transitions from being tense to relaxed to tense again. Curse this Alpha. "I - would you like me to help?" Bobby changes tactics.

"H-help?" Junhoe stutters, face heating up while his imagination bombards him with unwelcomed images of the Alpha draped on top of him. Shaking his head furiously to dispel the thoughts, he abruptly sits up, still bundled up in his blankets. "Are you mated?" he asks seriously.

Bobby frowns. "Why do you guys keep asking me that? Does it matter?"

"Yes," Junhoe hisses. "I find it morally reprehensible to bed a mated Alpha. Or beta. Or anyone for that matter."

The elder raises a brow at that. "Ah. Is that why your Alpha friend is upset that he has to ask me for help? You won't let him help because he has a mate?"

"Exactly."

Bobby's lips quirk up into a small, amused smile at the answer. "Well," he says, reaching out to slot his fingers between the seam of Junhoe's blanket, "I assure you that I really can help you. Let's just leave it at that, hmm?" He begins to untangle the omega from his sheets. With every bit of skin exposed Bobby's groin tightens, a molten heat beginning to boil in his lower abdomen. Junhoe, for his part, appears speechless - lips parted but no words coming from them.

The Alpha presses his palms against Junhoe's ribcage, gently pushing the omega down onto his back. A satisfied grin tugs at his lips upon hearing a gasp escape the other. Caging the omega in with his arms, Bobby leans down and kisses him. Junhoe's lips feel dry and chapped against his own, but his mouth is hot as the Alpha licks his way inside. Throwing his arms around the Alpha, Junhoe arches his back to deepen the kiss while his fingers curl into the fabric of Bobby's hot, tossing it to the side before they wander down to the hem of the Alpha's shirt, tugging at it eagerly.