Work Text:
Scientific researches claim that 78% of world’s population are betas.
Miyuki Kazuya is among those 78%, and he’s always been fine with that fact. Until recently, at least. Until he’s dating Sawamura Eijun, a gorgeous, adorable, alpha brat. Sawamura Eijun who, by the cruel fate of the universe that’s always been against Miyuki, is best-friends with the cutest omega in the team, Kominato Haruichi.
Now, you might ask what’s so wrong with Sawamura being friends with Kominato the Younger. The answer is: Nada. Nothing’s wrong with those two’s super-duper over-the-top extremely cute friendship. Nothing should be wrong with a pretty much taken alpha being all buddy-buddy almost 24/7 with an unmated omega. Absolutely nothing at all.
“Kyahaha! You’re jealous! You are totally jealous! HYAHA! God, I should’ve recorded you and sent it to Bakamura. Why I only got this brilliant idea now?!”
Currently, Miyuki is drunk and gloomy and crashing at his friend’s room (the only one he has, actually, since he is that bad at getting close to people), Kuramochi Youichi, who is rooming with Sawamura, who is not at his own room at the moment because he said there’s a class assignment or something that he has to do with “Harucchi,” as Sawamura affectionately nicknamed his friend.
No, Miyuki is not jealous. Not at all. He is just kind of a teensy bit bitter that his own boyfriend doesn’t spend his time as much with himself off of the field as the boy does with Kominato the Younger recently. He is just kind of salty about how utterly cute and sweet and adorable his boyfriend and that second baseman boy look together on their selfies (that Sawamura puts up in his Instagram Story).
He is absolutely not feeling envious nor insecure of the fact that Kominato Haruichi is an omega—a downright text-book omega who is smart, soft-spoken, and pretty to boot—while he is, well, a beta.
Sure, Miyuki also has some of his classmates and other teammates dubbing him as a “pretty boy.” Still, his and Kominato the Younger’s appearance and image are quite different. His own good-looking features are not quite the same as Kominato Haruichi’s bubble gum pink silky hair, complex-free fair skin, or adorable pocket-sized stature to boot that completes everything about their shy second baseman.
To be fair, their differences shouldn’t even come as something as surprising to Miyuki, given that he was not born as an omega. He is a beta. He is only a beta.
And…well, admittedly, Miyuki is maybe probably perhaps feeling a little more salty and bitter about it than he logically should these days. Kind of.
“Seriously, just talk it out with Bakamura. I’m not sure how he’ll react to you being jealous over his buddy, but I bet it’s better than you being mopey all night like this,” Kuramochi advises, taking pity on him.
Miyuki glares at the guy.
Okay, he begrudgingly admits, maybe it’s true that he is more than a teeny bit jealous. Only a little more than teeny bit jealous.
He could not help it. After all, various scientific researches have shown that majority of alphas around the world have preference towards omegas. Likewise, it’s vice versa for omegas too; omegas pheromones are more proactive in the presence of alphas. Hence why betas mostly only date other betas.
And yes, Miyuki never had any plan to date an alpha before. He never did. But then Sawamura Eijun just had to come barreling into his life with that blindingly bright grin of his, throwing Miyuki off of his axis constantly during their days leading up to the sacred Summer Tournament. Their countless back-and-forth banters and Sawamura’s persistence to bug Miyuki at the earliest crack of dawn for the sake of extra pitching practice just before their classes start eventually just worms its way into Miyuki’s heart.
Nowadays, Miyuki is so gone over the boy; he is in love. But never had he ever signed up for this jealousy.
Yet here he is, right about to make what probably would be the dumbest decision he ever made in his life. That is, gulping down this suspicious looking bottle of equally suspicious liquid.
Again, Miyuki also didn’t have any plan to resort to these kinds of means just to get rid of his jealousy—or getting his boyfriend back from Kominato the Younger’s very cute, soft, nice omega hands, for that matter. But yesterday night Kuramochi had the brilliant idea of smuggling some beers and getting Miyuki deadass drunk. And then someone that looks suspiciously like one of their classmates had suddenly come and offered him this suspicious aphrodisiac of some sort liquid that’s supposedly formulated for “sweetening your beta pheromones” and “make yourself more appealing than the omega next-door,” as it’s written on the bottle description. It sounds very much like a scam, if Miyuki’s being honest.
As expected, nothing really changes after he gulps down half the bottle in one go. Nothing particularly noticeable, at least. Sure, an hour later, Miyuki starts feeling like his body temperature is getting a little hotter than he normally is. Though, counting on the fact that they’re currently almost entering summer season, he supposes on some nights the air might get much warmer than usual.
Miyuki goes to attend his classes the next day like usual and still, nothing happens. It’s not until later during afternoon practice, when he’s done doing warm up and starts crouching down into his position on the homeplate, that he feels something’s off.
For one, he feels weirdly hot and bothered.
And secondly, even merely seeing the sight of Sawamura on the mount right in front of his eyes is driving his brain insane with various imagines—the kind of stuff that makes his pants feels noticeably too tight at the crotch area.
Fuck. There’s no way that he’s getting a boner just from watching Sawamura pitch, right?!
No, of course not. He has been Sawamura’s main catcher for months and never had he ever experienced this kind of discomfort before. Miyuki takes pride in his focus and analytical ability almost as much as he takes pride in his catching skills, after all. There’s no way he would be distracted by something as stupid as this on the homeplate!
Even so, it doesn’t explain why his focus constantly wavers by the second. So much, that Coach Kataoka eventually pulls him off the field and tells him to rest instead.
Reluctantly, Miyuki goes back to his dorm, feeling even more gloomier than he had been all week. He knows that he could’ve just stayed on the practice field and helped everyone else by giving them some advices. But he’s too bitter and confused about these strange changes happening on his own body.
“MIYUKI KAZUYA! Hurry up open the door and let this great boyfriend of yours in!”
Later that night, Sawamura knocks on his door, presumably to bring him foods—the caring brat he is.
But the moment Miyuki opens his door……
“Holy fuck! Did you douse yourself in cologne or something?!”
Somehow, Sawamura smells unusually nice tonight; much nicer than usual and frankly, tempting.
Sawamura frowns. “No. Aren’t you the one who’s wearing a perfume or something here? You— You smell…different.”
“Different how?”
“It’s just different!” Sawamura flushes, biting his lips unsurely. “Like, uh, it’s your usual scent but it’s way stronger?”
Wait a minute.
Wait a damn minute.
Don’t tell him that this is……the effect of that suspicious drink?!
His scent is getting stronger. He becomes so easily aroused by just existing in the same space as his alpha. Everything points to one thing: He is getting omega heat symptoms. Holy hell.
“Uh. Miyuki-senpai…?”
Miyuki’s mind quickly snapped back to the present, where Sawamura Eijun, looking flustered and weirdly puzzled, is staring back at him.
“Sawamura, listen, I’m—” What the hell should he say to this oblivious idiot?! “I feel like I am about to do something really, really stupid now.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
He yanks Sawamura inside without warning, immediately getting into shoving his tongue down his boyfriend’s throat. All the sensitive nerves in his body tingling hotly with arousal and anticipation. Holy hell. What the heck. This is not happening—
“W-What are you… Miyuki Kazuya, slow down! What the hell?! What happened to you?!”
Miyuki takes half a step back in his confusion, frowning at the sight of his mildly irritated kouhai. His alpha, who is getting angry, and goddammit it’s hot.
Okay, no. He’s gotta stop right there. Just what the hell is he thinking?! He is the older one here. He is Sawamura’s senpai, for God’s sake! He’s supposed to be the one playing the role of thoughtful lover for Sawamura. He shouldn’t have let his sex drive getting into him and jumped at Sawamura like that. Even though this guy is technically his boyfriend, Miyuki’s pretty sure that he’s bordering on committing actual sexual assault had Sawamura not stopped him.
Just what the actual hell is happening here?! He can’t just do that to his own boyfriend. Come on, get a grip of yourself, Miyuki Kazuya!
Alas, doing that is apparently an awfully difficult feat when said boyfriend is smelling this good just right one step away from his face.
“Miyuki-senpai, uh. Are you, by any chance, feeling sexually aroused right now?”
Miyuki deadpans at his kouhai’s choice of words. “What do you think, idiot?”
Sawamura splutters, “S-So, um! That means we gotta have sex, right?!”
Miyuki sighs. “…Well, we don’t really have to do anything if you don’t want to.”
Although if Sawamura refuses him right now he might actually throw a fit.
Okay, no, stop right there. He’s got to wind his horny brain down a few notches here. Logically, Miyuki knows that he should be the one keeping a cool head between them. He is a freaking beta, for fuck’s sake! Betas are known to be peace makers or whatever.
But really, if he’s compelled to be completely honest, Miyuki is not above admitting that he is very desperate right now and is getting very close to actually do something as stupid as offering to catch Sawamura’s pitches as much as the southpaw wants for the rest of the semester—which would be something incredibly stupid, given that Sawamura Eijun practically knows no limit when it comes to training his pitches.
Sawamura places his hands on Miyuki’s arms again, tentatively, and Miyuki inwardly groans of how it is so very unfair that he can feel himself shaking down all the way to his toes as he catches a whiff of Sawamura’s scent that’s engulfing the air around them while the alpha standing before him here looks like he’s more concerned about doing it right.
There’s no fucking doing it right when Miyuki feels like he’s going insane if either of them doesn’t hit the mattress any second now.
“Listen—”
Maybe this is the perfect time to do a little self-reflection and practice about swallowing his pride down once in a while.
“I. Want. You,” Miyuki croaks out, leaning his weight to the wall behind him for leverage as his knees slide in between Sawamura’s legs—and both of them moan lowly when Miyuki’s thigh brushes against Sawamura’s clothed bulge. “Less talking and more action now, yeah?”
He entwines his fingers against the back of Sawamura’s neck, just below his haircut, as he murmurs the words that he’s sure will definitely get into this adorable alpha’s head.
“You’re so…damn, Sawamura, you look so good today. Like, you have no idea.”
Miyuki sucks in a shaky breath. The imaginary butterflies inside his gut flutters pleasantly when he sees how Sawamura practically preens at the praise, how the alpha’s features melt into something softer. This guy is just. So cute. Like a perfect summer date who would warp their arms around you and spin you around by the beach as the sun shines bright in the sky. And Miyuki would’ve loved to appreciate this sweet boy more had he not feeling extremely horny right now.
He is here with a clear goal. That goal is getting dicked down for good tonight. And yes, Miyuki does feel a little guilty for thinking of taking advantage of his boyfriend for his own sexual pleasure. But he decides that anything should take a backseat because getting rid of this maddening sexual arousal is his top priority now and—
“Your pitching today kinda made wanna get on my knees for you back in the bullpen.”
“Shit.”
His flirting skills is below zero, let alone dirty talking, but thank God Sawamura Eijun is such an easy guy.
“Mmh. Less talking and more actual fucking. Got it?”
He’ll be cringing at his own choice of words later because right now he is too focused on walking Sawamura backwards until they’re close enough to stumble onto his bed. The back of Sawamura’s knees hit the bedframe before long. The younger shifts slightly on his footing to manhandle Miyuki onto the bed. Their clothes soon come off and thrown haphazardly on the floor and Miyuki could care less about it because yesh, gosh this is finally happening—
But apparently it was still too soon to celebrate, because flash forward a couple minutes later, he’s got Sawamura still adorably (and frustratingly) frowning in concentration as the younger smearing more amount than necessary lube on his left hand while his other hand is busily shoving digits into Miyuki’s ass.
Miyuki groans in frustration. “What’s taking you so long?!”
“Mm. So. I’ve been doing some research lately, and this article on the internet says the ideal foreplay and prepping time at least a quarter of an hour if you are having penetrative sex with an alpha.”
Oh God. This nerd.
People been calling him a baseball nerd since he’s got his first jersey at 4th grade, but Miyuki often forgot that Sawamura is even a bigger nerd than himself, especially when internet research is involved—because, seriously, who the heck would care why Koushien is called Koushien in the first place?!
Time for resorting to desperate measures then.
“UWAAAH! What are you doing, Miyuki-senpai?!”
Miyuki flat out ignores Sawamura’s baffled squawk as he balances himself, having just shoved his alpha down and now straddling the guy’s lap because can’t this idiot see his desperation here?! He could care less about foreplay at this point!
“Listen,” says Miyuki through gritted teeth, “In case you haven’t noticed, dummy, I am very, very extremely horny right now. You have no idea. Like, I feel like I’m going insane here! So. Just. If you really, really need me to stop then just kick me off the bed or whatever. Alright?”
He gives Sawamura five seconds flat to answer—the five seconds that Sawamura stupidly uses only to gape at him like a fish out of water—before grabbing the alpha’s stupidly hung dick and literally impaling his own ass onto it.
Miyuki moans loudly. Fucking bliss.
He hears Sawamura hissing and that sound brings him back to the present in a flash. Miyuki bites his lip nervously, guilt nagging at his consciousness.
“Sorry,” he says, a flimsy attempt at apology, but it’s better than nothing.
“No, no! Don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine!” Sawamura quickly waves off his apology. The boy frowns in concern. “It’s just, uh, are you alright? I-I mean, I’m pretty sure anyone is not supposed to bottom out in one go just like that, so, uh. I just wanted to check!”
Miyuki is currently torn between scoffing and laughing or just cooing at this guy because of course, it’s just so very Sawamura Eijun to get more concerned over his partner before himself.
“You know what?” Miyuki snorts, and grins, and he yanks the alpha by his collar towards himself, pulling the guy into a messy kiss. It lands off-center but whatever. “I’m really, really, reaaaally feelin’ weird right now…”
What a confession. But it’s true; his mind feels like it’s in a weird cloudy-foggy state right now.
“…So, just lay down and relax and let me ride this big boy good tonight, yeah?”
Miyuki knows he’s really, really gone the day he refers to Sawamura’s dick as the ‘big boy’ (although he’d said it multiple times in his dirtiest fantasies—the ones that Sawamura does not have to ever find out).
Sawamura frowns at him. “Are you high?”
“Huh? What do you mean? No one ever smuggled drugs here, idiot.”
“No! I mean, like, alcohols! Like beers! Or sake! I mean, uh, are you drunk, Miyuki-senpai?”
“Mmh.”
Miyuki doesn’t immediately grace his boy with an answer, choosing to start grinding his ass on Sawamura’s dick before trying to squat on it a few times. His stomach churns in pleasure. Oh. Fucking. Shit. Riding someone’s dick never felt this satisfying before. Well, uh, not that he ever had sex with anyone who is not Sawamura before. But that’s beside the point.
“‘m not drunk,” he mutters distractedly.
He squeezes his eyes close in bliss. Because Sawamura’s cock is finally filling him up so good and grazing his oversensitive nerves in all the right places and oh, fuck it’s just so big and so fucking perfect.
When his eyelids flutter open, he is greeted by the sight of Sawamura still frowning in concern before him. The younger has his hands planted firmly on each side of Miyuki’s hips, and there are beads of sweats donning his forehead and his temple, gleaming under the room’s cheap neon lights.
He kind of wants to run his hand over this boy’s features and wipe those sweats off. So, Miyuki does. And Sawamura shivers pleasantly at that, leaning into his touch.
“…Senpai, I’m positive that you are very drunk right now.”
“God, Sawamura, just please shut up and don’t worry your pretty little head over stupid things like that—”
“No, no. Hold on. I am serious! I’ve never seen you acting like this, Miyuki K-Kazuyeah…AH!”
Miyuki shuts his younger lover up by biting down harshly on the alpha’s scent gland and clenches on the throbbing cock inside him, hard. They both groan and it still isn’t enough for Miyuki. He shifts around, trying to take his boy deeper—fuck, Sawamura is so big, damn.
But it still not enough.
Maybe if he could get Sawamura to fuck him properly it’ll feel better.
“Ha-ah… Stop talking, dumbass. Just stop.”
Miyuki adores this guy. He really does. He’s so head-over-heels that he even enjoys listening to Sawamura talks nowadays. But not right now.
Tonight, he wants Sawamura to get bossy and demanding. He wants to see the side of Sawamura that’d get possessive at times; the Sawamura who would rail his ass so good ‘till he’s crying out shamelessly into the bedsheets as if the younger wants show him that no one could ever be a better lover than him.
“C’mon…ah, fuck, don’t let me do all the work here! Aren’t you my boyfriend?!”
Sawamura usually would lose himself easily every time Miyuki gets close to needy; it does not happen often, but teenage hormones could get the best of him at times. Sawamura usually would hold him so tight and fuck him so deep instead of staring at him with that comical baffled expression of his……
“Fuck me like you mean it, dammit!”
…Unless Sawamura is not that attracted to him anymore. Which could always be a possibility, Miyuki bitterly admits.
Maybe all those times his boyfriend hanging out with the sweet, little Haruichi had altered his tastes a bit. Maybe now Sawamura has realized that he prefers an omega’s sugary sweet scent instead of a beta’s barely noticeable bland scent. Maybe now Sawamura realized that he prefers someone who’s got smaller built than him, whom he could warp his arms around and they guy would fit perfectly in his embrace. After all , Miyuki is very much aware that he got bigger built than most average betas, let alone omegas.
Maybe having a pretty face is not enough anymore. Maybe now Sawamura has realized that he wants someone with actual sense of humor instead of sarcastic glasses guy who’s down right suck at communication unless it’s baseball business.
It sucks. It hurts. Damn.
He doesn’t want to dwell in it; not in this moment, at least. Alas, shaking off those thoughts out of his head is a difficult feat.
His unattended dick throbbing so hard that it hurts. The ribcages inside his chest also feels like it’s constricting so tightly and it also hurts.
Fuck.
Apparently, extreme sexual arousal and repressed emotional baggage don’t go hand-in-hand well.
“Miyuki Kazuya, you are acting so, so weird!”
There Sawamura going on about it again.
“You are keeping something from me, aren’t you?!” Sawamura accuses, narrowing his eyes.
And Miyuki does not have enough emotional capability to deal with his younger lover’s outburst this time. He is this close to actually shed some tears out of frustration here, despite having eight-inches literally shoved up his ass.
So, naturally, Miyuki does the only thing that flashes on his mind.
“Please,” he spats. “Not right now, Sawamura, I’m just—”
Feeling emotional. And horny. Extremely horny and emotional.
Miyuki inhales shakily. “I’ve been feeling weirdly super horny all day—it’s driving me insane!” At least that’s part of the whole truth. “Won’t you help me out…?” he pleas.
Screw it. Pride’s thrown out of the windows. He is not above begging at this point.
“…Okay.”
The word comes out as a whisper, so soft that Miyuki almost missed it. But he’s sure Sawamura really said it because the next thing he knows he is already on his back, with Sawamura’s lips locked on his, Sawamura’s tongue sliding against his own, and a pair of strong arms holding him tightly as Sawamura fucking him deeper and it’s so deep, deep, deep—
Miyuki cries out, once, because Sawamura is breaching his insides so deep it’s almost overwhelming, and twice, because Sawamura suddenly moves his hips, pulling back considerably before snapping forward so hard that both of them jolt on the bed. Sawamura’s lips is on his again, gliding slowly, sucking lightly, and Miyuki can feel warm open palm rubbing the side of his neck gently as his boyfriend gingerly sliding his cock out of him.
And Miyuki blinks once, because it’s finally registered in his mushy brain that he’d just climaxed, and twice, because he suddenly realizes that his boyfriend has not come.
“Sawamura…?” he croaks out. “Um. I could suck you off if you want?”
Or Sawamura could turn him over and fuck him raw ‘till his legs turn into jelly, Miyuki would not mind, although he refrains himself from actually saying that out loud because getting his ass railed by an alpha’s cock twice in just short span of time logically might hurt, but the image is hot damn.
Apparently, Sawamura doesn’t share the same ideas as him because the boy is currently frowning at him, again.
“I could do whatever with it later,” Sawamura says, huffing. “Now, ‘fess up, Miyuki Kazuya! What is it that you’ve been hiding from me?!”
Miyuki sighs. He’d just had a good sex, and now the very same guy who’d just shoved his dick deep inside his ass is picking fights with him. What a bummer.
“There’s nothing, silly. Just let it—”
“I am not going to let this slide!” Sawamura exclaims, golden eyes burning into Miyuki’s exhausted ones.
Miyuki flinches a little, but keeping his expression straight otherwise. “Okay. Hold on. Who says I’ve been keeping secrets from you?”
“You are being too suspicious, Shitty Tanuki,” Sawamura scoffs. “Like, just now? You just went and pounced at me like that out of the blue! How could I not be suspicious?!”
Miyuki stares flatly. “It’s not something to overthink about. Teenagers get horny all the time; it’s just that kinda thing.”
“No, you’re lying.”
Sawamura narrows his eyes at him. Hurt flashes in those golden orbs. The air surrounding them suddenly becomes foul with how Sawamura’s scent rapidly turning unpleasant and the guilt nags at Miyuki so sharp that he almost literally chokes on it.
“Why are you lying to me? You know I don’t like it if you’re keeping secrets…”
Crap. He’s done it now. He has hurt the guy who actually cares about him only because of his own stupid insecurity over his boyfriend’s best buddy. It’s so damn stupid. Why did he drink that suspicious liquid anyway?!
Miyuki tries reaching blindly for the younger’s hand in what he hopes a comforting gesture. “Sawamura, seriously, there’s not—”
“You are always lying to me!”
Suddenly, the mood shifts. Sawamura moves to kneel over him and caging him down, pining his wrists to the sheets so that Miyuki could barely move and oh, fuck. This is Sawamura actually getting angry and the boy’s eyes burning with restrained fury and shit, Miyuki knows he shouldn’t be getting aroused while his boyfriend is upset but he could not help it. His dick twitches with how Sawamura’s overwhelming scent washes over him in waves.
“Why?” Sawamura grits out. “Since we first met, you are always lying to me. What is it this time?! Is there any other alpha beside me? Is that it? Are you seeing anyone else, Miyuki-senpai?! Is that why you get so turned on like this?!”
What the heck.
Why is this idiot talking about?!
“You are, aren’t you?” Sawamura growls, breathing heavily. “I know that it is so weird how you get so horny like this despite my rut is still months away. Is that really it, huh, Miyuki-senpai?! You’re turned into a mess like this because you were affected by another alpha’s scent, aren’t you?!”
Miyuki groans. “You are getting all this wrong, idiot—”
“Tell me!” Sawamura spats.
Sawamura releases one of his wrists in favor of hoisting one of Miyuki’s thighs onto his shoulder. And Miyuki’s jaw goes slack when Sawamura just shoves multiple digits into his sensitive hole and begins fucking him open earnestly.
“I am not giving you up to anyone, Miyuki Kazuya!”
God. His stomach churns. Miyuki isn’t sure whether it’s the lasting effect of that suspicious drink or is it Sawamura’s overwhelming scent that’s affecting him. Whichever it is, he’s getting hard again.
“Tell me! Who is it?! Is it someone older? Someone cooler? Someone from different club? Is it another pitcher? I bet they won’t be able to satisfy you like I do!”
As if to emphasize his words, Sawamura shoves his cock back into his ass without warning, pushing it deep with a forceful thrust until he bottoms out that Miyuki’s moan turns into whimper in flat seconds.
“They won’t be able to fuck you like this,” Sawamura grunts, but his eyes are getting teary. “Gosh. You are so damn irritating, Miyuki Kazuya!”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Nothing matters anymore. He wants Sawamura to screw him so hard that he won’t be walking anymore until the next day. This is getting delicious, fuck.
He snatches the boy’s shirt, pulling him down for a messy kiss. “Haah… Me? Seeing another alpha? Haha! Very funny, Sawamura. How dare you accuse me seeing someone else when all you do this whole fucking month is hanging out that Kominato all the time?!”
Sawamura blinks, face instantly morphs into confusion. “What?”
“You have no idea, don’t you?”
Now that the damn has been broken, everything just tumbles over his lips seamlessly; all his weeks-long frustration penned into long-awaited rant.
Something inside Miyuki snaps. He pushes the boy down again, straddling Sawamura again, feeling both his frustration and arousal simultaneously blend into one intense emotion.
“You are not giving me up to anyone else, huh? Then, forget about your little omega friend and fuck me like you mean it!”
Sawamura gasps audibly, eyes widening. “You…you are jealous? Of Harucchi?”
“Don’t fucking say his name when you’ve got your stupid dick inside me, idiot!”
“…Wow.” Sawamura stares at him as if he is the 8th wonder of the world, and Miyuki got no freaking clue why is this boy looking at him in awe instead of getting into pounding his ass again. “You’re jealous? You really are jealous?”
“What’s with it?!” Miyuki bites out. “What’s so weird with me being jealous, huh? Are you forgetting that I am your boyfriend?”
Weirdly, Sawamura flushes. “It’s not that… It’s just… You always look so composed all the time. I had no idea that you’re also capable of, uh, getting jealous,” he says sheepishly.
Miyuki huffs. “Anyone is capable of getting jealous, dumbass.”
Grinning, Sawamura pushes himself until he’s sitting up before pulling Miyuki into another kiss.
“Mmh. Turn around, Senpai. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll make you feel fantastic.”
“You better.”
Miyuki hops off of Sawamura’s lap to get into his hands and knees. When the boy pushes inside him again, he warps his arms tight around his torso, and Miyuki melts into the embrace. Oh, damn. This is exactly the side of Sawamura that he’s so head-over-heels with; maddeningly sweet and adorably possessive.
Sawamura makes a trail of kisses around the back his neck, grazing his teeth lightly over his scent glands, and Miyuki shivers.
“Miyuki-senpai, can I knot you this time?” Sawamura murmurs lowly.
“Mm. Yeah, yeah. You can do whatever. I don’t care.”
“Really?”
“Must you ask everything twice, huh?”
Sawamura laughs a little. “Sorry. Uh, ‘m gonna move now,” he mutters.
They start slowly this time, with Sawamura rocking his hips in smallest movement. Miyuki was about to protest because dammit this guy should know better now that he is not made of glass. But before Miyuki could even get any word out, Sawamura is suddenly snapping his hips in a sharp thrust, knocking the breath right out of his lungs, and Miyuki thinks yes, fuck, just like that, Sawamura, this is how it ought to be—
Sooner than he’d expected, he is turned into a moaning and groaning mess on the sheets because apparently Sawamura had been holding back on him, God. Miyuki sucks in a shaky breath, jaws slack, glasses fogged up. His limbs soon refuse to cooperate with his brain anymore with how hard Sawamura abusing all his sensitive spots inside that Miyuki can feel his whole body becoming as pliant as clay.
It’s so fucking good, fuck, fuck, Sawamura’s amazing, fuck!
His memory’s taken back to that time 2 months ago when Sawamura first spending his rut with him. Miyuki hadn’t quite sure what to expect—and he felt a bit insecure, to be honest, since all their textbooks say that an alpha in rut is the most responsive to omega’s pheromones, saying that the comfort of an omega is what an alpha would need the most to get over their rut—but he definitely had not expected Sawamura to be practically all over him for days. And it had been fantastic.
He knew that theoretically rut and heat serve to increase alpha and omega’s sex drive. But Miyuki had not quite anticipated the way Sawamura clinging to him almost 24/7—whenever they weren’t fucking or sleeping, they would be cuddling as they ate or watched funny videos—or the way Sawamura leaving marks all over his body so greedily as if it’s the last day they’d get to fuck. And Miyuki hadn’t given a single damn about how their other dormmates might be annoyed with how loud he’d screamed out profanities in the middle of night.
(they both did feel a little embarrassed when everyone in the cafeteria shot various irritated looks the day Sawamura’s rut over, but they could care less about that)
It just was so cute to see Sawamura being so desperate. It had been absolute delight to be the subject of Sawamura’s adorable “Miyuki-senpai, please let me knot you. I’ll make it good. Promise!” or “Miyuki-senpai, don’t move! I need to hug you like this a bit longer, please!”
But most of all, it had been an amazing time of him getting the best mind-blowing sex of his life.
He’d loved the way Sawamura fucked him so good on every flat surface that the room became an absolute mess. He had loved the way his needy boyfriend railed his ass until he become an incoherent mess. He’d loved the way this pitcher he adores so much held him so tight all the time during those few days, very much—so, so tight that Miyuki could feel the phantom tingles of Sawamura’s arms warped around him even weeks after the rut ended.
And their relationship is much more than sex, but having sex is undeniably an amazing part of it.
Like the way Sawamura is currently draped across his back, pounding his ass with such vigor, and Miyuki is absolutely losing his mind right now. Like the way Sawamura is thrusting deep, so deep, before Miyuki feels the familiar thick, hot liquid filling him up. Sawamura’s alpha knot begins swelling inside him, stretching him unbelievably wide, and it’s exactly the one thing he needed to tumble over the edge, climaxing for the second time with a breathless moan and Sawamura’s name on the tip of his tongue.
“…I love you.”
Those three words muttered so quiet, but it jolts Miyuki from his haze faster than anything ever could. Gosh. Of course, Sawamura Eijun would be the type who’d declare his undying love right when his partner just done coming down from the high of their mind-blowing orgasm.
Sawamura carefully pulling him back until Miyuki is practically sitting on his lap. And Miyuki thinks he might attempt to croak out some sort of ‘I love you too’ or something equal to it that’s less embarrassing if only his boyfriend isn’t acting strange by nuzzling needily into the crook of his neck right now.
Sawamura is clingy at times. But Sawamura being this clingy is not something that’s usual. It’s kind of alarming, actually.
“What is it?” Miyuki tries to ask.
There’s a second pause before Sawamura mumbles to his shoulder. “You really aren’t seeing anyone else, right? You are not lying this time right, Senpai?”
Miyuki rolls his eyes. Oh, that.
“‘m not.” He reaches for one of Sawamura’s hands, lacing their fingers together just because he knows how much his boyfriend adores sweet little gestures like this. “Don’t overthink it. And for God’s sake, just stop hanging out with that Kominato so much! You got other friends too, right?!”
Sawamura giggles at that. “Hehe. Sorry, sorry. From now on, I will make sure to hang out with Miyuki-senpai the most!”
Miyuki smiles a little. For now, at least, staying like this together is enough. It’s good.
…And maybe someday, maybe, he’d tell Sawamura about that stupid suspicious drink behind their frenzied sex today.