Damon, in his feral state of mind, bared his teeth at Jun even while shifting his hips incrementally back and forth unconsciously, aching for friction. But Jun quickly put a stop to even that movement, holding Damon's hips in a vice-like grip.

This, predictably, was ruining Damon's mood, and he let Jun know it with increasingly louder growling. Unfazed, Jun just continued to hold Damon tight by his hair and hips, waiting for Damon to give in.

Damon was obviously not in a state of mind that allowed him to understand what Jun was trying to do. All he knew was that he was in desperate need of something, and he was having a hell of a time deciding if that something was a chunk of flesh out of Jun's neck or Jun's cock pounding him unconscious.

Caught between two desires, Damon was growing increasingly panicked. He twisted his head violently to try to struggle out of Jun's grip, feeling that his neck was much too exposed for his liking. When Jun felt Damon's struggles becoming violent enough that he was liable to hurt himself, Jun shushed him and distracted him with a small but hard thrust.

Damon, both because of heat and having been warming Jun's cock for what had to be about fifteen minutes at this point, was extraordinarily wet, so the thrust made an obscene squelching noise. Jun didn't seem to notice, but something about the sound made Damon pause. Experimentally, as if it just occurred to him that he had some control, he squeezed the muscles of his entrance and felt more slick escaping where they were connected.

Jun, being as disciplined as he was, only reacted to this with a spasmodic twitch in his left eyebrow. Damon found himself fixating on the small movement. He had stopped growling and baring his teeth, which was definitely progress, but he was still stiff as a board.

The feral omega at the forefront of Damon's mind discovered the obvious connection – muscle contractions down below make Jun lose composure – and at the moment, Damon was trying to figure out the best way to solve his issue of needing to fight Jun or fuck him, so this presented an excellent solution. Sex was like a fight, right? So if he could take control, he would basically be winning in both respects.

Damon clenched his muscles again – but as it turns out, Jun was about one press of a button away from snapping, and Damon had just smashed the button with a rock.

The smack to Damon's derriere made Damon hiccup in shock. It didn't really hurt, and it actually made pleasurable tingles rush up and down Damon's spine, but it made Damon's entrance clench briefly harder and then abruptly relax – entirely involuntarily. Jun didn't look angry, and he never growled or even bared his teeth, but Damon could tell, even through the animalistic haze that had overtaken him, that Jun wasn't happy with the situation.

But he was still being patient. Very patient. And patience, unfortunately, was not something Damon was currently capable of.

Damon's stomach was sinking, but he ignored it and tried to clench again – only to unceremoniously be smacked on the ass a second time. And just like the first time, he spasmodically clenched and released in reaction.

This continued three more times before the message sank in. The little bit of control Damon thought he had wasn't control at all – because Jun could still very much control everything, even down to the muscles inside Damon.

Damon stubbornly refused to relax for another few minutes after realizing this, but eventually he had no choice but to let himself go limp. Between Jun's eyes, calmly focused on Damon, silent and sure, but not oppressive, and Jun's repeated demonstration of his control over the situation, the beast in Damon's chest pulled back. Slowly, Damon let his spine relax and he tipped forward, curling into Jun's chest. His forehead came to rest on Jun's clavicle. He went boneless.

They remained in that position for what felt like hours but was likely only a few minutes. Jun remained still, ensuring that all the fight had really left Damon before deigning to do something about Damon's shamelessly leaking hole.

When Jun started thrusting, he didn't bother starting slow – he started at full throttle and didn't slow down even when Damon dug his nails into Jun's biceps, not out of aggression, but just desperately hanging on. Jun recognized the difference, and just responded by softly kissing Damon's hair, unfathomably gentle compared to the brutal movement of his hips down below.

Because they had both been on edge for the past half hour, it didn't take long at all for Damon to come against Jun's chest, with Jun only following after Damon was whimpering from overstimulation.

The fact that Jun wasn't wearing a condom didn't cross either of their minds. Damon passed out against Jun's chest, mentally and emotionally exhausted – but in control of his actions once more.

***

When Damon woke up in Jun's bed, fully cleaned and comfortably swaddled in the blankets, the low, itchy buzz of heat that had plagued him for the past two weeks was completely gone. He was lucid. Whatever that fit had been, it had ended his heat for the time being.

Damon rolled over in bed and pressed his face against Jun's sweatpants covered hip. Jun was sitting up against the headboard with his eyes closed, but not asleep, because a second later his hand came down to rest lightly on Damon's head. Damon wondered, guiltily, if Jun had slept at all since what happened.

They dozed like that for a while, but eventually Jun stirred and shifted, sliding down the bed until he and Damon were eye to eye – but unfortunately it wasn't so they could cuddle easier.

Jun rubbed his thumb under one of Damon's eyes – perhaps touching dark circles or maybe tear tracks. Damon couldn't remember if he'd been fucked to tears or not, and he hadn't looked in a mirror in a while. It was all a blur. Jun leaned forward and softly kissed Damon's eyelid.

"We need to see a doctor," Jun said quietly. Resolutely.

If they were still in Ganymede pack, Damon would agree without question. But they weren't – and so Damon felt uneasy. It wasn't just that he would have to visit an unknown Venus pack doctor, it was that Damon wasn't sure he needed a doctor in the first place.

He had never had a heat before, and he was in an unfamiliar environment. Damon had heard of other omegas having much worse reactions than he did in this same kind of situation. Damon thought it was more than likely that he was just putting too much stress on his body, and so it made his instincts go a little haywire.

Jun seemed to sense Damon's hesitation, but just stared at Damon unflinchingly, waiting for whatever excuse Damon could come up with.

Under that stare, Damon couldn't bring himself to outright reject him. And, as he bit his lip in indecision, Damon suddenly thought of something, and sat up. Jun followed.

Damon had Dr. Yang's phone number. Packs weren't as strict about doctor-patient relationships as humans were, so Dr. Yang was more like a friend than just a doctor – to everyone in the pack, not just Damon, and because he treated Damon for his overproduction problem as a teen, Dr. Yang had given Damon permission to text or call him directly when he was worried about something. Damon was leery about going to see a Venus pack doctor – so he would compromise with Jun. He would text Dr. Yang about the whole situation, and if Dr. Yang recommended he go to a Venus pack doctor, he would.

There was the problem of Dr. Yang being in Ganymede pack and possibly ratting Damon out to the pack leader – but Dr. Yang wasn't like that. He had repeatedly made it clear that he was on Damon's side. To be safe, Damon wouldn't give any specifics about where he was.

Damon told Jun his plan, and though Jun looked distinctly grumpy, he didn't argue. The fact that Damon was temporarily out of heat for the time being was probably the only thing that had kept Jun from ferrying Damon off to a pack doctor while he was unconscious.

With that decided, Damon scrambled for his phone, unaware of Jun's worried gaze against his back.