— seokwon 〉

☒ яєɗ zσηє.

@dawon l。 'Mine!' His wolf asserted, a low growl erupting through this gritted fangs, 'Mount him! ' the beast roared again, those obsidian orbs transfigured into rich sapphire resembling that of his mother's, swirls of lust torrentially spinning in those catastrophic pair of irises.Then, the internally battle ensues between his lecherous self so drunk with lust and desires versus the rationale self who tries to hammer sense into his mind. His strong gaze rakes out the , glorious body of his roommate. Dawon, the very name illicited such an exaggerated reaction from him. To behold the such sight in front of him, to see such timorous man release such lewd moans as he ed those small fingers inside the hotness that Seokwoo desperately wanted to experience, to feel the tightness of those clenching muscle around him, to be the one responsible for such pleasured expressions from the man.

Eventually, in the tiring battle his rationality won by a narrow margin. With his eyes slowly returning to their normality, Seokwoo cautiously manoeuvred his way towards the male, "Dawon?" his voice though unintended comes out as a hushed whisper, hands hanging in mid-air, awkwardly, for he didn't trust he would be able to restrain himself if he ever lays in hands on the other. Clearing his throat, he parts his chapped lips with more assertiveness, "Dawon, are you all right? "He asks with voice lacing with concern. There hadn't been much instances where they two of them had struck up a proper conversations. Rowoon was too engrossed in his club activities and Dawon busy with his own and sparing his leisure time on some jerk he profoundly loathed.

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@dawon l。 Exhaustion and enervation filled his whole being as he trudged towards 'their' shared apartment that he had settled in quite recently. Heavy slow footsteps moving towards the direction of his designated place, seemingly appearing uninterested in the chatters shared amongst his friends, all he could hear was the sound of blood gushing through his veins and his heart palpitations clamouring against his rib cage. His black Nike NFL jersey had been drenched in sweat of his own, the fabric uncomfortably struck to body like a second skin, slightly restraining his bodily movement. His mind had been muddled up since the previous afternoon and he couldn't keep his head in the game so he ended getting his ears boxed by the fuming coach and a rather gruelling task of running 50 laps around the soccer field. He craved for a hot shower, to relaxed those tense muscles and along his aching head. His thought once again drifted en routed to the reason for his paranoia, his timid roommate. An image of the petite male with soft, delicate features, trembling eyes and hesitant smile playing on his lips and inky hair covering his forehead the made him appear much younger than his age flashed in front of his eyes. The male had been so breathtakingly beautiful that in their very first encounter, he could barely manage to exchange a few words without stuttering. 'You have always been good at making a fool of yourself. Good job, Rowoon.'His self-consciousness snickered at him with words thickly doused in sarcasm.
"Rowoon!"An unpleasantly loud voice beseeched for his attention causing his eardrums to ring, getting snapped out of his reverie by the vigorous shake on his shoulder. With his arched brows knitted tightly and teeth carelessly exploiting the inner softeness of his bottom tier to the extent that bright redness had formed at the spot of this abuse. "What?! "He snapped back much to his friend's suprise, probably the first time to have witnessed such an irate expression on his usually jovial face.
"Um-that's y-your apartment, right?" Rowoon's eyes followed to where the male was pointing, and upon revelation, he feels guilt washing through him but the reassuring pat on his right shoulder causes a grateful smile to stretch across his lips."See you later, guys! "He bids his group a cheery farewell and rushes inside the apartment.

Rowoon walked inside the deserted apartment or so he thought, shutting the door with his foot and allowed his bag to slid from his shoulder onto the ground with a resounding thud, abandoning his burden on the ground he advanced to the couch. The entire air is expelled out of his lungs as he literally throws his lethargic frame over the couch, longs limbs dangling from the other end of the armrest. He inhaled slowly, nostrils flaring as a strange smell tickles his nostrils, bringing the fabric close to his nose, it scrunched at his unpleasant body odor. God, he needs to take a shower. Exerting all the residual energy that he could muster he pushes himself from the comforts of the couch, ridding himself of the stinky jersey drapes it on the couch with the promise to clean up later and lazily walks towards the bathroom.

The peculiar smell intensifies as he decreases the distance to his bedroom, a strange overwhelming feeling stirs within him and he could feel his wolf suddenly awakened. The restless, agitated beast paced around as if trying to mark his territory. Over what? Neither Seokwoo neither his wolf was aware. His feet now moved in their own accord, eagerly searching for the source of such enticing scent leading him to a room that didn't belong to. His motion comes to halt, the friction caused the incongruous sounds escaping from the slightly ajar door, feeling hyperly conscious slowly creeping up him body, he pushed the door open out of concern for his room. But the unexpected sight that he is welcomed with has his whole being trembling not out of shock but out of arousal. The pheromones so thickly infused in the atmosphere that Seokwoo felt suffocated and his rationality begged him to quickly shut the door and exit the room. However rationality and common sense were propelled out of the window, once those harmonious lecherous moans reverberated in the four-walls where two males had been entrapped.

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@ᵃ seokwoo☀k。 (Stop what? The obnoxious snorting or shaking my tush tush?
IT WASN'T ME, I SWEAR I WAS POSSESSED. SOMETHING JUST CAME OVER ME AND I HAD TO WRITE IT. *SCREAMS* NO NO LOSING HAIR. )

@dawon l。 []chuckles/Silly, stop doing that. SAYS THE ONE WHO PRESENTS SUCH A STARTER. MY, MY YOU REALLY SHOULDN'T BE SAYING THAT SINCE ITS TOO LATE.

@ᵃ seokwoo☀k。 (*snorts loudly and wiggles my * thanks ♡
... it was interesting XD
YAH DON'T LOSE HAIR OVER THIS)

@dawon l。 []You are but you are a pretty so don't worry about it, sweetie. I don't mind reading, it's enjoyable watching you get this excited. Although, I think this time I will definitely lose some hair while I think of the response to it.

HOLY MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS HOLY HOW DID I EVEN MANAGE THIS?

@ᵃ seokwoo☀k。 (Part 2)

Dawon lay there, breathing labored as his cheek pressed against a now cool section of his bed from the lack of body warmth on it. He took this moment to calm his frazzled nerves before finally getting up every muscle in his body trembling and aching as he held onto the wall for support. Hobbling out of his room, the heat still present in his body causing him to become significantly weaker than his regular self, he managed to get to the bathroom. It was important for Dawon to make sure he was prepared. Gathering a few face clothes and two towels he carried them back to his room, folding them neatly on his bedside table before making his way to the kitchen, body still , too afraid of the burning scorch coming back to even attempt to clothe himself. Filling a large bowl with cold water, he deposited three trayful's of ice into it in order to ensure he had cold water available to cool his body down. Next he grabbed two packages of nutrition bars and some other snacks, along with an entire package of water bottles. Returning back to the kitchen constantly in order to bring each large item back to his room he then organized everything for easy access to him for those moments of lucidity. Making one more stop he went to his closet and grabbed three bottles of lube wondering if they would last him the week. It was often that his rut turned out to be a lot more intense than others, hitting him hard from beginning to end not letting up much in the least. It was hell for the young boy, his small body wreaked by the time it was over. Making sure to take one more protective measure, he knelt down on the floor reaching underneath the bed for the cooling pad that would not only provide him some temperature relief but also protect his bed from any unwanted liquids seeping into the material of the mattress. Throwing off all the blankets and sheets from the bed he managed to fold them neatly and stored them in a corner of the room finding the menial task soothing to the continuously building heat. All that remained on the bed was four pillows and one protective sheet to cover the cooling pad beneath.

There he lay, Dawon with his eyes closed, hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat that was beginning to roll down his face once more, and over his body. He felt sticky and uncomfortable. He kept telling himself that in a few moments he would sit up and wipe himself down with some water, but gaining enough energy to do so was difficult. His door wasn't locked having never had a roommate to be considerate of during this time before, so it had completely slipped his mind to do so. Although if Rowoon were to ever offer to assist him with his heat he knew that he would never refuse the other man. The attraction he held for him much too deep to resist on a regular basis let alone now, when every nerve ending in his body was screaming for release. He could only wish, although as a side thought that the other would quickly make his way back home.

@ᵃ seokwoo☀k。 (Part 1 because I'm an who went over 5000 characters. Sorry I got excited when I went into rut because Rowoonie T.T)

A small ball lay in the middle of the bed, entire frame shaking violently as he held a pillow to his chest, body curled around the object. It burned, everything in his body burned and he didn't know what to do. His skin was crawling as though something was crawling under his skin trying to eat him alive. Soft moans were being ripped from his mouth, deep in his stomach, the heat continued to build. It was only but the first day of his rut, but just the fact that he was in such a condition already was driving him crazy, the last thing he wanted was for someone to witness him like this. Using all the strength in his body, he tried to gather the power of his affinity, infusing the bed with icy coldness to cool down his bodies temperature. It worked for a moment but the use of his affinity drained him more so. All he wanted to do at this moment was roll over and present, but no one was even here at the moment. Taking the opportunity of aloneness Dawon managed to climb onto his hands and knees, grabbing another of his pillows and situated both underneath his hips knowing that he himself would not be able to hold them up. Fingers shakily gripping the hem of his shirt he lifted it above his head the cool air of the room washing over his pale skin causing goosebumps in response to the fire burning inside. A sheen of sweat was beginning to develop on his skin, eyes glazing over at the thought of what he was about to do. This wasn't uncommon, he spent the majorities of his heat doing this for himself, so as he ed his shorts he pulled them down swiftly along with his boxers.

Dawon's main worry was not wasting time, he wanted to diminish this heat before Seokwoo came back from wherever he was so that he could spare himself the embarrassment from having to go through the ideal. He could only consider himself lucky that it was only one of them at this moment experiencing this painful heat. So, bending over the pillows, knees spread apart, he grabbed the bottle of lube squirting a large quantity onto his slightly chubby fingers before prodding them against his rim. The muscle clenched with each gentle of a finger against it. These were the moments that Dawon enjoyed the most, the teasing touches, that fanned the flames in his core that much brighter. With a shaky breath, he slowly inserted a finger, the digit cold in comparison to the burning warmth of his hole. With jerky s of his finger, attempting to gain a better angle, he inserted a second finger, pushing them both in to the knuckles. Hips bucking anxiously against the pillow, he imagined long, thin fingers scissoring him. Spreading the wet slickness of the lube throughout him making the passageway for his that much easier for when he was to in. The other hand of the male he was fantasizing about was gripping his hip, holding him authoritatively. It was with this image in his mind of his roommate and the four fingers he now had buried deep in his , pressed tight against his bundle of nerves that managed to finally make Dawon spill his seed against one of the pillows.

@ᵃ seokwoo☀k。 (THE NEXT RESPONSE IS A NEW CONVERSATION)

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@dawon l。 /nods my head, scanning the apartment/
It's nice and clean and cute, just like you. You should stop worrying, love. I like it.
/blinks surprised by the sudden tilt of the atmosphere and I stare up at you in confusion wondering how you managed to do all that so swiftly/
And what exactly are you planning to do, Mr. Lee?
/quirks up my brow/

@ᵃ seokwoo☀k。 I mean, overall the house is mainly white with just splashes of pink throughout.
*coughs because I mainly made this house*
Your room is over here, and my room is across the hall.
Well, since our plot hasn't started yet. *brings you to my room and pushes you onto the bed before crawling on top of you*

@dawon l。 Absolutely, love.
Our oldest hyung has an obsession with red and everything in his house is of that colour.
/obediently follows as you lead the way/
And how exactly are you planning to do that, little one?

@ᵃ seokwoo☀k。 Are you sure?
*whimpers and pulls you in*
I can't wait to break in all the rooms.

@dawon l。 /chuckles/ There is nothing wrong with that. In fact it looks pretty good.

@ᵃ seokwoo☀k。 *COUGHS* OUR ENTIRE APARTMENT IS KINDA FEMININE BABE

@ᵒ han⌘l。 @dawon l。 《 Your room! 》