The cramps in Damon's abdomen were quickly becoming unbearable. They were paired with a rising heat that, together, created a sensation somewhat similar to when he was nesting. If Damon were by himself – or, you know, not currently being blissfully crushed under an alpha's weight – the cramps would be making him irritable enough to pick a fight with a few more unlucky pillows. But he was being crushed by an alpha, so the only thing that could possibly annoy him right now was that he was not filled with cock. It was a little rude, honestly.

Plus, Damon was not quite in heat yet. He was still lucid. But sexual stimulation while in preheat often led to an early heat, so Damon imagined that by the time Jun got his shit together and actually decided to screw him, he would be.

Maybe Damon was a little more irritable than he thought he was.

He shifted his hips impatiently. Jun was on top of him, and he had gone through the trouble of removing Damon's pants, but he wasn't putting any particular pressure on Damon's lower half, which Damon's omega hindbrain found offensive. Jun stared down at him, seemingly content to idly sift his hands through Damon's hair. Damon could feel his slick puddling under him and mentally apologized to Jun's sheets.

A few more moments of completely non-sexual touching ensued before Damon snapped.

"What are you waiting for?"

If Damon was embarrassed to be so direct, he didn't register it in his current mind state. Jun paused with a lock of Damon's hair pinched between his thumb and index finger.

"For you to become desperate."

...Damon felt pretty desperate. This was cruel and unusual punishment. Damon thought that Jun was already enjoying their role reversal just a little too much. He was drunk with power. He needed to be stopped.

"When you were in heat, I didn't make you wait for it," Damon shot back.

Jun blinked slowly at him. "You were desperate then too."

"Am I not desperate now?"

At this, Jun paused. "No. You want me to fuck you. But you're not desperate yet."

"And what? You can only fuck me when I'm desperate?" Damon's tone was slowly filling with more bite. The bitch from nesting was slowly returning.

Jun's eyebrows rose and he shook his head, perfectly innocent. "No. But you like being desperate. So I'll wait."

Damon was shocked into silence. Jun sat up slightly and reached around somewhere Damon couldn't see, and didn't care to see, because he was too busy staring at the man above him indignantly. Jun pulled out a condom and took off his pants to put it on, but then he just whipped his shirt off, laid back down overtop Damon, and went still.

And that was worse, actually, because now Damon could feel Jun's dick against his stomach, hard and ready. Plus, his chest muscles were now just out and on display. What was Damon supposed to do, not touch? He didn't have that kind of willpower.

His wayward hands were three steps ahead of his brain, caressing Jun's chest and shoulders before he could convince himself to abstain and play Jun at his own game. If Damon weren't currently about to die from not having anything inside him, he was reasonably sure, he told himself, that he would be able to ignore Jun long enough that Jun became the desperate one.

As it was...the omega was taking over. Because of the heat! It didn't mean that he – that he wanted to be desperate. Damon wasn't that much of a slut. He wasn't.

That's what Damon told himself. But then Jun wrapped one hand around Damon's right thigh and used the other to lightly grip Damon's hair before suckling bruises into the base of his throat and Damon's mind blanked.

The simmering in Damon's abdomen slowly began to boil. He was surrounded by Jun's scent, comfortably weighed down in just the right way by Jun's body, and Jun's dick was right there and he wasn't even using it. That must be a crime in some universe.

Jun's thumb dug into the sensitive skin of Damon's upper thigh at the same time that his teeth bit a little too harshly into Damon's neck and it was over. With a low, almost wounded sound, Damon used all his strength to flip them over and get on top. In a daze, Damon pushed his hips back against Jun's cock, blindly trying to get it inside, but he was too wet, and it kept gliding right past his aching hole. As if that wasn't frustrating enough, Damon was still wearing his hoodie, and it slowly slipped down, covering Damon's ass and getting between him and getting railed, which was simply unacceptable.

He didn't realize he was growling and trying to literally rip the hoodie off his body with his nails instead of just taking it off over his head like a sane person until Jun grabbed his hands to stop him. With his hands restrained and Jun's cock still not inside him, something snapped in Damon's head, and he whimpered, feeling like he was about to cry.

Jun shushed him lightly and reached behind Damon. In the next second, Damon felt the blunt head of Jun's cock finally pressed against his entrance, and within the next second, he was pushing back on it, barely even blinking at the stretch, not stopping until his ass met Jun's hips.

Finally. Damon wasted no time, and began bouncing on Jun's dick at a pace that would rapidly become unsustainable, if past experience was anything to go by. But for now he just needed to satisfy the itch deep inside. While Damon focused on that, Jun idly caressed Damon's thighs and hips. When Damon finally slowed down, Jun – the cruel, cruel beast that he was – pinched Damon's ass cheek so hard that he yelped and pulled up, away from the sting, before his knees gave out and his full body weight slammed him back down.

The noise Damon made at the impact was inhuman. Somewhere between the world's filthiest moan and a scream, and Jun's lips parted. Brought briefly back to a sane state of mind, Damon glared down at Jun. He didn't like that expression one bit.

"Can you do that again?" Jun said, not a hint of a joke in his voice. "I want it to be my ringtone."

Damon's already flushed cheeks grew even hotter.

Jun didn't wait for Damon's response, and instead dragged Damon down into an open-mouthed kiss and held him there while he suddenly began thrusting hard and fast with Damon still pinned to his chest. Damon's embarrassment dissipated immediately, and he moaned into Jun's mouth.

It was going to be a long night.