HS glances at the obscene tent in his trousers, a breathy laugh on his lips. SJ likes to tease the alphas for having impractically sized cocks, needing too much prep. HS gives his knot a firm squeeze, through the fabric. Now, where are his car keys?

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“Don’t push it,” HS grumbles. “I’m not NJ – my omegas actually respect me.” “But you’re still intrigued, aren’t you? How it might be if we let our inner wolves out to play?” “Well, yes. I’m interested.” SJ laughs victoriously. And then he hangs up.

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“I trust that you would,” he says. SJ makes a pleased noise. “Maybe we aren’t so inflexible after all.” “Maybe so,” HS says. “NJ told me about how JM once put a leash on his neck during sex and didn’t let him pop a knot for hours. It gave me a few ideas, to say the least.”

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“Yeah, that’s the whole point.” SJ sighs. “I miss my brats, but somehow I miss you more. Want you to come over and do that little huffy, growly act… rough me up a little, maybe. I’d fight back, you know?” HS’s mouth is dry. God, he’s going to knot his pants for the first time in a decade.

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He’s already hard, clenching his hands into tight fists, veins prominent underneath his skin. “Or do you want hyung to bend you over and remind you that pack alphas can and should be put in their place, too?” HS clears his throat. “You’re being mean.“

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