kyungsoo tries to ignore his wolf side and live normally and jongin steps along and ruins it (with smut ofc)
Warning(s): Knotting, top!soo, werewolf!soo, kitchen sex
‘’Do you like it?’’ Jongin’s eyes are gleaming, and he licks his lips for the fifth time before taking another bite, regarding Kyungsoo all the while.
Kyungsoo sits on the other chair, fingers sticky with grease from the takeout chicken Jongin has bought.
The werewolf smiles somewhat strained to reply, eyebrows raised and the white of his eyes showing due to the incredulous gaze he sends down at his own lap for a second when Jongin looks the other way upon fetching a napkin.
Especially when it comes to Kyungsoo.
As the younger does now, where he has invited himself into Kyungsoo’s house, for the fifth time this month despite the two of them merely being teachers at the same school - simple colleagues.
Maybe a bit more than that, considering the amount of time they’ve spent together, or the thirteen times they’ve been to the cinema with Jongin who insists on paying most of the time, or the dinner (dates) to either simple or expensive restaurants.
Kyungsoo knows what the fondness he harbours for Jongin means.
It tears him down to the bones, and the wolf within him claws at his ribs in the most unfortunate times.
Like right now, as Jongin sucks on his thumb to get some leftover of the chicken off, humming because it’s apparently ‘’delicious’’ as he describes it to be afterwards, sweeping the peak of his tongue along his lower lip in the aftermath, and serves Kyungsoo a skewed grin.
And Kyungsoo is cautious, because letting the facade slip might mean that he can’t live normally anymore, even if he has already left his old family pack since he has chosen the human life rather than that as a werewolf or a shapeshifter, disregarding his status as an alpha.
That Jongin is going to find out about the glow in Kyungsoo’s eyes, the hunger within and the thrashing at full moon.
That he’ll find out about the feral urges; wanting to scent and claim, and the rippling under Kyungsoo’s skin whenever Jongin smiles at him all the times they’ve been huddled together with an arm around each other.
The times where Jongin has leaned in for more than just the hundred kisses they have shared, where Kyungsoo has had to find an excuse, because it’s risky, and mundane people don’t know about shapeshifters.
Though Kyungsoo has the vague idea that Jongin might already know.
Because Kyungsoo can’t promise his hunger hasn’t flashed in his eyes either, and he can’t judge how he has acted, except he knows he might’ve digged his nose into the side of Jongin’s throat to rub his face there and nipped at the skin one too many times.
For all the times he has accidentally ended up with Jongin splayed beneath him on the couch in the middle of movie watching with a possessive grip, or the times he has already tried having his face pressed against the confines of Jongin’s jeans like an animal with Jongin bucking up into the touch, or Kyungsoo’s lowkey obsession with Jongin’s sweat or general scent and all the things humans look at like it’s a taboo.
‘’It’s good,’’ Kyungsoo says, and takes a bite of the fried chicken in his hand, stopping the chewing some seconds afterwards when Jongin grins and does a raise of his eyebrows Kyungsoo’s way.
‘’What?’’ the elder murmurs; can’t help but to smile as well.
‘’You got something there.’’
‘’No, more to the left.’’
Kyungsoo scoffs, and tries again with a napkin, cleaning his fingers too.
Jongin, on the other hand, rolls his eyes, murmuring a small ‘’still there,’’ and leans over to brush the grease off with a thumb. He does the same as before - right in front of Kyungsoo, sucking on his thumb lightly, licking his lips. Again.
Their eyes meet, and Jongin isn’t making this easy with the curve of his lips and the sheen of spit there-
It’s never easy with him around and his mischievous looks, the one there right now, and Kyungsoo knows his own eyes must flash with an unnatural vibrant red.
That his nostrils flare, because he can already smell how a scent of arousal emits from Jongin like it has so many times, and that their ankles are brushing beneath the table; Jongin who rubs his shin up the side of Kyungsoo’s in what should be a sweet caress but has a different undertone.
‘’I,’’ Kyungsoo takes a deep breath, ‘’have to use the toilet,’’ and he raises himself, only to hear the scrape of Jongin’s chair when the younger follows suit.
‘’Was-’’ Jongin swallows thickly, ‘’was it the chicken?’’ and looks a bit panicked - but not because of the feral glint in Kyungsoo’s eyes.
‘’I mean,’’ he takes a step closer and scratches the back of his neck,‘’I’d have guessed,’’ his voice is a little hush now, as if he’s afraid he’ll say something wrong, ‘’that wolves like, um… like meat… maybe not fried chicken but..,’’ he swallows thickly, eyes telling and he’s looking up, shrugging almost nonchalantly even if it’s easy to see his foot his tapping and he’s nervous.
Kyungsoo, who’s looking away, turns Jongin’s way then, silence erupting between them.
He stares blankly until Jongin mutters a pushy ‘’what is it?’’ as if the human hasn’t just revealed his knowledge about Kyungsoo’s classified circumstances.
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