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Tendou was no stranger to the smell of sweat. Playing volleyball during his high school years ensured that he’d had a lifetime’s worth of smelly teenage boy pheromones lodged up his nose. While he wasn’t completely disgusted by it, it wasn’t his favorite odor, especially whenever one or more of his teammates had been in rut. The smell was almost acidic the way it burned his sinuses, the unintentional territorial tang of young alphas.
The omegas, on the other hand, were much more tolerable. Maybe it was because Satori was an alpha himself, but he always found the scents much milder, some even decadent. He had a sweet tooth after all. But nobody’s scent had truly affected him the way his husband’s did.
Ever since they had gone through the changes of adolescence, Tendou was addicted to Wakatoshi’s pheromones. He remembered vividly the day he noticed the difference, his heart pounding in his chest as he inhaled the earthy scent wrapped in hints of cinnamon and cloves. It was like walking into a warm cabin, a pie baking in the oven while the fireplace crackled. It suited Wakatoshi well, somebody who appeared so stoic but really was brimming with affection for those he held close.
He recalled how surprised everyone had been that Wakatoshi had presented as an omega, stuck in the idea that omegas were delicate, sweet, and docile. Wakatoshi was anything but, at least not in the presence of others. Tendou had the privilege of seeing him in many different states though, some pliant and some domineering, but all equally him.
That scent had immediately driven Tendou crazy, which was no help to a budding alpha who could barely keep his knot from popping on the best days. He already felt so awkward in his body, legs and arms suddenly too long. Now he had to contend with the urge to mount his best friend.
During these agonizing school days, he’d started a practice that he thought would never see the light of day. Wakatoshi often kept a towel with him when he worked out, using it to wipe the sweat from his brow and drenched torso. Tendou’s guts often twisted in knots at the sight of that supple expanse of skin, wanting nothing more than to wipe him down with his tongue. Instead, he settled for “borrowing” these towels for his own uses. Omegas often had the reputation for collecting scented items from their mates and crushes, but Tendou would be damned if he let stereotypes get in the way of being enveloped by that lovely scent accompanied by musk.
He’d never told Wakatoshi why he was the one who always happened to find his lost workout towels after a time, but he suspected he had to know. And he wondered if his own scent lingering did anything for Ushijima’s own sex drive.
In any case, the possibility of him knowing his little secret didn’t get in the way of Satori courting him their senior year and getting married years later. In fact, Tendou hadn’t thought much about it in the years since, believing he had the best thing anyway. Why would he need a towel that smelled of Ushijima when he could scent him up as he pleased?
But old habits die hard.
As Satori sprawled on the couch reading the latest issue of Shonen Jump, he looked up at the sound of his lovely husband walking into the kitchen. He was about to go for a run, his typical black t-shirt straining against a perfect chest as he messed with his Apple watch and poured himself a glass of water.
“Off already, my dear?” Satori asked, standing up and stretching as he walked over to Wakatoshi and hugged him from behind, planting a kiss between his shoulder blades and resisting the urge to give him a little chomp as he breathed in the scent of laundry and cinnamon.
“It’s supposed to be hot today, so I wanted to make sure I got my run in early,” Wakatoshi explained, as if Satori needed one. He was well used to his husband thinking ahead, making the most of his time while Satori was content to lounge and collect Tiktoks to show Wakatoshi later.
“Or,” Satori said, moving his face to nuzzle the juncture of Wakatoshi’s neck and shoulder. “You could stay here with me and I can help you workout,” he said, nipping at Wakatoshi’s earlobe. The omega shivered faintly, but he was difficult to persuade. He had a routine, and Satori respected that. It didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try though.
“I’ll be back soon,” Wakatoshi said, turning to give Satori a kiss, lightly biting his lower lip, a promise for what was to come post-run. Satori chuckled and hugged him close, hands trailing towards his ass to give a squeeze before he reluctantly released him.
“Love you,” Tendou said, giving him another kiss on the lips and trailing down his throat, feeling Wakatoshi rumbling under his touch.
“I love you too,” Wakatoshi said, almost looking as if he’d changed his mind as he smiled and kissed Tendou’s cheek one last time, finally heading for the door.
Usually it was easy for Tendou to pass the time on a Saturday morning, preparing some breakfast for Wakatoshi to come home to or reading through his favorite food blogs, but he was more riled up than usual that day. Maybe it was the uncharacteristically hot spring day or the sight of water dribbling down Wakatoshi’s bobbing throat as he drank, his meaty thighs hugged by compression shorts, the tang of sweat that had accumulated overnight…
Suddenly his sweatpants felt incredibly tight. He needed a distraction.
Usually when he got into these states, he attempted chores, a menial task that would pass the time, but allow his mind to wander. He checked the washing machine, seeing a pile of dirty clothes in the basket. He knelt to begin loading the machine, but noticed a small towel on top, one he knew Wakatoshi had used the morning before on his run when he got home. It had been a long time since Satori had entertained his old habits, but he was particularly vulnerable and held the towel to his nose.
The musky scent went directly to his groin, scratching the itch in that particularly feral part of his brain. He had already been sporting a chub the second he nuzzled Ushijima’s lovely shoulders, but he grew painfully hard by the second, feeling slightly dizzy as he smothered himself in that enticing perfume.
Certainly there was time before his love returned home. He could just get off quickly and be ready for round two soon after. He thanked whatever deities existed for his short refractory period, even outside of his ruts. Especially with an omega like Wakatoshi, he had to make sure he was ready to give and take as much as possible.
He practically stumbled to the bedroom, barely paying attention to where he was going, letting the scent wrap around him. He flopped into bed, landing on his back and pulling his sweatpants and briefs down just enough to undercover his ass and pull his throbbing dick out. He could already feel a knot forming at the base, precum drooling from the tip. It was ludicrous how close he felt to busting.
Holding the towel to his face, he choked on a breath as he attempted to slowly stroke himself, trying to draw it out just a bit even though he was technically on a schedule. He could just imagine Wakatoshi hovering over him, arms bracketing the sides of his head while he rode him, soft moans and grunts spilling from his lips. Or Wakatoshi kissing his stomach, trailing down further until he reached his dick and bypassing it completely to tease him and lap at his own loose hole, adding a finger and rubbing his clenching walls as Tendou wailed.
His breathing became more erratic as he squeezed the base of his cock, willing himself to step back from the edge as he rolled over, taking one of their pillows and folding it under his hips, which had a mind of their own now, frantically humping without any extra signals from his rational brain. The slight drag made him drool as he buried his face into the towel, completely lost to bliss. Time ceased to exist, his knot swelling and catching even more on the soft pillow case. He simultaneously wished he had something to bury it in and something inside of him, keeping him nice and full as his knot pumped wildly.
He put two long fingers into his mouth, slicking them up just enough as he slid them over his hole, already relaxed to the point where he could slip one in without a problem. The angle wasn’t ideal, but just having something there made his head swim. He wished Wakatoshi’s thick fingers were the ones inside of him, his eyes rolling back at the thought.
He pressed a second finger alongside the first, reaching as far as he could to find that sensitive patch of flesh deep inside. His fingers were certainly long, but it was sometimes difficult on his own especially when he was trying to coordinate his hips as well. It didn’t matter much though, he knew this was just an appetizer and that Wakatoshi would probably wreck him when he got home anyway.
Satori hadn’t considered the possibility of being caught until now, Ushijima watching him from the doorway as he writhed like a feral animal on their bed. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d appeased their primal sides though. In fact, that was one of their favorite things to do. Satori imagined Wakatoshi staring at him hungrily, hazel eyes dilated until there was nothing but deep black.
“Toshi!” Satori cried, his hips giving a particularly violent thrust. His palm slapped his ass rhythmically as he fucked himself harder, finally feeling the swell of his prostate. The towel was soaked in saliva as he bit down, wishing it was Wakatoshi’s soft skin instead. The smell became stronger if that was even possible, his senses sharpening just as he was about to cum.
“Oh, oh fuck,” Satori moaned, using his hand to grind deep, hitting that spot dead on with each curl of his fingers while his other pumped the base of his cock, rubbing over his knot with slick strokes. His back arched, whining as he finally came, soaking the sheets and pillow. It was one of those orgasms that racked his entire body, feeling it all throughout.
“Toshi, Toshi, Toshi,” he moaned, trembling through the aftershocks and trying to catch his breath.
His bones felt like jelly, yet his dick still throbbed incessantly, especially with the scent so much stronger. Wakatoshi’s smell was everywhere, obviously. It was their home after all. But it was so sharp now, practically surrounding him. He pulled his fingers out with a content sigh, shivering at the loss.
But before he could even consider cleaning up, he felt the bed dip down right between his legs. His stomach was doing backflips as Wakatoshi’s scent enveloped him, a rush of musk and salty sweat mingling with his usual pheromones times fifty. Satori couldn’t have stopped the low and long moan that came out of him even if he wanted to, feeling Wakatoshi’s hips lower onto his still bare ass.
“You started without me?” Wakatoshi asked, the full weight of his body pressing down on Satori now, trapping his dick between the pillow and his own sticky stomach. Wakatoshi wasted no time in grinding against him, the heat from his cunt rubbing against the tender flesh that Satori had just abused.
“Couldn’t wait,” Satori choked out, feeling equal parts embarrassed and aroused. Clearly Wakatoshi didn’t mind the little show he’d put on if his damp briefs were anything to go by. But his skin still burned bright red, and even more so when he realized Wakatoshi could easy see the blush along the back of his neck.
“Impatient,” Wakatoshi chided softly, his own breathing shallow as his thrusts became more powerful. Satori could feel Wakatoshi’s sweaty chest and stomach press against his back, soaking the white t-shirt Satori had completely forgotten existed. His hips jerked back, arms scrabbling to try and push up so he could try to remove the barrier. Wakatoshi realized his plan and let up just enough to help him rip the shirt off and fling it across the room.
The feeling of skin on skin never got old for Satori. Wakatoshi’s body was still so hot from his run, even in comparison to Satori’s own overheated flesh.
“I shouldn’t have left you unsatisfied,” Wakatoshi said, reaching between his thigh to pull his underwear up between his slick lips, unwilling to waste the precious seconds it would take to shuck them off. “You looked so good, Satori.”
Satori could barely make a sound, his head filled up with static. He could only focus on the slick sounds of Wakatoshi’s cunt as it dragged across his backside, the engorged clit catching and causing his omega to tremble, pressing Satori deeper into the mattress.
“Do I smell that good, baby?” Wakatoshi asked, the heat of his breath running over Satori’s ear, giving the alpha goosebumps all over.
“Yes… ngh… so good I wanna…” Satori’s brain blipped out, feeling light headed again. He was still so sensitive from his first orgasm, the constant pressure on his cock was overwhelmingly good.
“What do you want?” Wakatoshi aske, slowing his grinds just enough to give Satori some extra brain cells to work with. “You want me to cum in you? Make you all nice and slick?”
Satori nearly screams at the statement, the pit of his stomach boiling with want as he nods quickly.
“Yes, yes, yes, omega!” Satori chanted hoarsely. The pressure quickly goes away as Wakatoshi shakily sits up to pull his underwear down just enough to expose his soaked pussy. Satori looks over his shoulder to see the beautiful sight of Wakatoshi’s plump dick peeking out from his pubes, shining with an unreal amount of slick that leaked down his thighs and dripped onto Satori’s eager ass.
“Yeah, fuck, just like that,” Satori groaned, pushing his hips back and presenting for his omega, absolutely out of his mind with desire. The feeling of Wakatoshi’s calloused palms and fingers on his hips caused his cock to jump, weakly dribbling more precum.
“Good alpha, good boy,” Wakatoshi said as he kneaded Satori’s ass cheeks, spreading them open to spit on his twitching hole. Satori had completely forgotten about the towel, but used it to bite down on, glassy eyed and salivating more than ever.
Wakatoshi grunted as he slid his clit between Satori’s cheeks. Satori was not nearly as blessed as Wakatoshi when it came to glutes, but if it meant that he could feel the slide of Wakatoshi’s dick over his asshole, then he had zero problem with it. He’d fucked Satori with fingers, his tongue, and girthy toys, but for Satori there was nothing quite like feelings Wakatoshi throb right against him. Knowing how good it felt for his husband was really the best part of all, so he was more than happy to let him use him however he saw fit.
“Can you feel that?” Wakatoshi asked, pressing harder between Satori’s ass, the head of his stiff clit catching on each pass. He was so slick that Satori could already feel it gathering at his hole as if it was he who was producing so much. He nodded, too fucked out to reply as he concentrated on rocking his hips to give his omega a good ride.
Wakatoshi squeezed Satori’s hips harder, bringing his ass to hips with a smack, continuing to rub up and down as he went, each smack feeling harder than the previous. Satori could already imagine the bruises on his ass and on Wakatoshi’s hips.
“Fill me up, fuck…” Satori moaned, letting himself be jerked around like a ragdoll. He loved how strong Wakatoshi was. He could never understand alphas who felt intimidated by their own omega partners who could easily carry them around.
“You want it? Want my cum right here?” Wakatoshi asked, starting to shake as his peak grew nearer. He spread Tendou’s cheeks even wider, watching his hole pulse with slick. Satori could swear he felt the omega’s clit breach him, a feeling so euphoric all he could do was moan like he was in rut, frantically pushing back against Wakatoshi to get more of that delicious feeling.
Wakatoshi slumped over Satori’s back, biting down on the back of his shoulder and rumbling as he seized up and came, squirting slick onto Satori’s used hole. It dripped down across his straining balls, skyrocketing him towards his second orgasm of the day. He was right on the edge. Another slight move and he was done for.
He began to reach for his aching cock, but was interrupted by Wakatoshi flipping him over and pushing one of his legs up at the knee, stretching his thighs wider. His cock was an angry red, almost purple from how turned on he was, completely covered in his own cum from earlier.
Wakatoshi licked the sweat from his lips before leaning down and kissing Satori hard, their teeth clicking against one another.
“Mm, angel, beloved, holy shit,” Satori babbled against Wakatoshi’s eager mouth, finally feeling that wet cunt sliding against his balls and knot, the slide effortless from all the natural lube they’d both produced.
The twitch of Wakatoshi’s pussy, the tang of his sweat, and the pheromones swirling all around quickly sent him over the edge before he could even consider whether or not to ask if he could knot his omega. This was still heaven though, his cock kicking hard as he came all over himself once again. He couldn’t believe he was capable of producing so much jizz, but the evidence was there running down his stomach.
Wakatoshi continued to madly grind on the alpha’s swollen knot, the overstimulation twisting Satori’s stomach into knots. It felt amazing, but he wanted to taste his mate more than anything right now.
“Baby, fuck, sit on my face,” Satori pleaded, grabbing at Wakatoshi’s quaking thighs. He didn’t have to be asked twice, crawling over Satori to sit obediently over his reddened face, almost face planting into their headboard in the process.
Satori cackled, running his hands over Wakatoshi’s thighs before giving his beautiful dick a kiss.
“It’s okay, sweet thing, I’m not going anywhere,” Satori said, grinning. Wakatoshi chuckled, catching his breath as he calmed down a bit. Satori was quite content to take his time and take in the view, but already he was pressing his nose to Wakatoshi’s inner thigh, inhaling shakily as he planted kisses along his path to the true prize.
Satori had told his mate a thousand times that when he said to sit on his face, he meant it, but still Wakatoshi hovered, reluctant to completely smother his dear husband no matter how much he would enjoy it.
Satori gently pulled Wakatoshi closer, his mouth watering as he tasted the slick sticking to his still erect clit. He lathed his tongue over the pulsing entrance, eager to stuff it full. Wakatoshi was already well warmed up, so the slide of two fingers was nothing, the smooth walls clenching around him. He curled his fingers and buried his nose deeper into Wakatoshi’s coarse hair, his tongue gently caressing his clit.
Wakatoshi’s hips moved slowly, trembling with the effort of trying to savor the moment instead of rushing through like he wanted so badly. Satori hummed happily, feeling a fresh wave of slick sliding down his fingers. He lapped at them, angling his hand and shaking his wrist to create that perfect soft but steady pressure against Wakatoshi’s g-spot.
The omega finally gave in, his shaking thighs lowering as he hunched over Satori’s head, cumming with a drawn out whine as his alpha gently fucked him through it, trying not to overstimulate him too much.
They stayed like that for a moment, Satori continuing to lick and suck at the skin of Wakatoshi’s soft thighs. Wakatoshi was the first to make a move, his position the least comfortable after all. He slid down his husband’s body, lying heavily on top of him again, not at all bothered by the tacky cum. Their legs wrapped around one another’s, savoring the feeling of their beating hearts.
“I guess you’re not weirded out by my scent kink then,” Satori said, his eyelids heavy.
“Why would I care about something like that?” Wakatoshi asked, dragging his lips across Satori’s throat and nibbling his scent gland. “We’re obviously very affected by smells.”
“Yeah, but pheromones are like, nice smells,” Satori said, shrugging.
“I like how you smell too,” Wakatoshi said earnestly, as always. His soft hazel eyes never failed to make the alpha melt. “It’s… just you. I can’t explain it.”
“Even when I’m stinky and gross?” Satori asked, grinning.
“Like right now?” Wakatoshi asked, chuckling.
“Hey, I did take a shower this morning… for some reason,” Satori said, looking to the side.
As if to prove his point, Wakatoshi buried his face into the side of Satori’s neck, breathing deep.
“Yeah, get a good whiff, babe,” Satori said, laughing.
“I love it,” Wakatoshi said, his hips already twitching against Satori’s thigh again.
“Give me a minute, you just fucked my brains out,” Satori said, but his hands were already trailing down.