Fics like my heart, my hearth, my home

“Stop it,” Chan says, not said as harshly as a command, but clearly meant as one, when he gives Jeongin that look, like his mom does when he isn’t listening, or, rather, that his alpha does when -- well. It’s unexpected enough that it sends a chill through him, down his spine, but Jeongin obeys and stands still for Chan to continue nosing at his throat. Chan inhales once more on that side, then switches to the other, and Jeongin naturally lets his head tilt away, to allow his alpha better access. For an almost abnormal amount of time, enough that Jeongin genuinely does worry about his slick, Chan sniffs, then pulls away, pursing his lips. Jeongin blinks at him. “Are you okay, hyung?” “I think you’re entering pre-heat soon, pup.” Chan responds instead, forehead creased. or jeongin's pre-heat hits early, and he has the visceral desire to be full

Fics like my heart, my hearth, my home

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