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The bed is shaking when Hoseok wakes, roused from a deep slumber by a small earthquake, before he realizes it isn't an earthquake at all, judging by the soft, breathy sounds reaching him through the incomplete darkness of the middle of the night.
The moon filters in through thin curtains; none of the pack feel comfortable when she's fat and dripping in the sky and isn't visible, can't be felt. Hoseok pats his hand around behind him on the sheets, pausing when he meets skin, the delicate rise of bone in the wrist.
"It's the middle of the night," he mumbles, almost a protest, turning and drawing Kihyun's wrist to him. Kihyun's skin is still warm, too hot, soft and supple and perfect. He smells amazing, though Hoseok can't pinpoint what it is exactly that makes up his scent. The woods, the pack, vanilla and spices from the kitchen, iron, cloves, musk. He turns Kihyun's wrist in his hand, pulling his palm up to his nose to inhale.
Behind Kihyun, Minhyuk is pumping his hips, fast and hard, and there is the soft slap of skin hitting skin. The soft exhalation of breath.
"Oh," Kihyun sighs out, shivering, turning his face into the pillow. Minhyuk's hand is under Kihyun's knee, lifting his thigh where he lays on his side. Hoseok can see where Minhyuk's fucking into Kihyun, where they meet, Kihyun's thighs quivering with every thrust.
"Didn't get enough earlier?" Hoseok asks along Kihyun's palm, kissing it. Wetting his lips and kissing it again. The covers have been pushed to the floor. They changed the sheets earlier but they will need to again, after this, Hoseok thinks. Kihyun's heat has always been like this, the most intense that Hoseok's witnessed, anyway. Most omegas ride through their heat within two or three days, with a couple hours in the middle when their needs peak, but Kihyun's comes in waves, unexpected and thrilling, over almost a whole week. The pack have a few theories on why this is, but it mostly doesn't matter, because Kihyun is theirs, now and forever.
Hoseok kisses up his arm, shifting closer to the pair, until his stomach is pressed against Kihyun's and he can feel the wet head of Kihyun's dick rub against him with every roll of Minhyuk's hips.
"No," Kihyun whispers, voice ragged and breathy. "Not -- enough."
"You saying we're not enough, Kihyunnie?" Minhyuk teases, pushing Kihyun's knee up higher, spreading him open further, and Kihyun throws his head back in a moan, no longer needing to stay quiet now that Hoseok's awake and joining them. Hoseok takes advantage of this and presses his lips to Kihyun's throat, sucking where his blood is beating under the skin, kissing the freckles that dot his neck like a tiny constellation, cupping his cheek with his hands to bring their lips together.
"N-no," Kihyun says again after wrenching his lips away. His arms circle around Hoseok's neck, tightening but not very much so, weak and spent after a long night of fucking. "That's not -- shit -- it!"
Hoseok presses closer, capturing Kihyun's dick between them, his own starting to harden between his legs. "You saying you're insatiable, then?" He circles his hand around the omega's length and starts to pump him slowly, deliberately out of sync with Minhyuk's movements to draw out the sweet torture. Kihyun moans, long and continuous, verging on begging. "That you'll never have enough?"
"Oh," Kihyun gasps, "please, I'm almost -- please, please."
Minhyuk grunts, kisses the back of Kihyun's neck, and says, "I think he wants to cum."
"Yeah," Kihyun groans, cries. "Yes, please."
Hoseok tightens his hand around Kihyun, pulling in longer and harder strokes, rubbing his thumb over Kihyun's slit and making him wet with his own pre-cum. He's never been able to deny Kihyun anything, especially when he's like this; that's always been more Hyungwon's thing, and sometimes even Changkyun's. The heat makes Kihyun's skin prickle, oversensitized, and Hoseok has always wondered what it's like, to have all your nerves raw and open like that, what it feels like when you're just one big coil of need and want.
