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He began to hump the pillow with a desperate, rhythmic intesity. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he thought, his mind spiraling. Every thrust was a prayer to be inside Jongho, every gasp a plea to have him close, under him. He felt high, intoxicated by the pheromones trapped in the clothes. In his delirium, he took one of the sleeves of the jacket and wrapped it tightly around his own neck, pulling it close, out of desperation.
The pressure felt like a hold. For a fleeting, shimmering second, he imagined it was Jongho's arm— the omega claiming him, clinging onto him, holding him steady in this pathetic rut of his.
"Jongho… please…" he whimpered, his voice breaking a little.
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or, Yunho enters his rut prematurely and the omega's scent all over the dorm triggers an animalistc side of him that makes him act in ways he has never done before.