Soft, wet and so tight it actually hurt a little by simply putting it in.
Yugyeom clearly remembers the feeling of Jaebum’s body answering to his touch, even though the thing happened about four months ago, simultaneously being their first and last time together. The omega hadn’t called it a “mistake” out loud, but the younger man knew better. Jaebum blamed the heat for letting himself go, for succumbing to the alpha’s pheromones. It looked like he made a promise to himself to never, ever do it again. The distance grew, misunderstandings multiplied. Until it all blew right into their faces during the second heat. Back then Yugyeom was too worried to think about anything else than keeping Jaebum safe and the message seemed to reach its destination. The maknae thought that after the night they spent cuddling against each other Jaebum had finally accepted him, but it turned out to be only a temporary, short-lived victory - the leader was infinitely nicer, yes, but he kept drifting away. It seemed that initiating something between them and then realising what was ahead made him regret it. Yugyeom’s heart was shattering every time Jaebum pushed away his obvious, maybe a little clumsy, but genuine attempts at making things better between them. Soon enough the younger resigned himself to his fate, deciding to respect leader’s unspoken wish. The third heat was relatively calm, with Jaebum taking the suppressants accordingly to doctor’s prescriptions, ignoring the fact that there was a willing, probably a little desperate alpha in the room across his own.
Yugyeom is sure that the fourth heat hasn’t come yet, because usually he can smell some remnants of it around the apartment. Plus Jaebum is the type to avoid everyone and everything until he’s on his pills (they all learned it the hard way during the first and at the beginning of the third heat - omega was impossible to approach even for Jinyoung), so Yugyeom wonders what the hell is happening right now. The faint scent of Jaebum’s shampoo or the flashes of his slightly damp skin peeking from under the sleeping gown aren’t helping. The sweet, heady smell of heat is nowhere to be found, but the occasional spikes of electricity slowly crawling over Yugyeom’s nerves prove that his inner alpha can be restless without any apparent reason.