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Leblanc | February 2nd |

The room is full of tension, and Akira does his best to sit up straight. He had debated slapping scent blockers on, but he wants Maruki to know how he feels. How he truly feels about being treated like a puppet. His scent rolls off him in waves, and it's only for formality sake that Akira had spoken up.

Maruki is sitting across from him, hands on the table, his body language is soft and non-threatening. "I see. You've made your mind up it seems." He tilts his head, bearing his neck slightly with the action. Akira bristles, his scent becoming tart. Of course Maruki would use every part of psychology and biology to soothe and manipulate people.

"You know, I haven't heard what Akechi-kun has to say," he adds.

Akechi has been bristling, his scent coming out in sour waves that makes Akira's stomach twist but also wants him to pump out his own to combat it. It felt like a challenge, but Akira knows Akechi isn't laying out any claims–If anything he may be trying to get Maruki to back down, to have the Beta submit to the two very unhappy Alphas.

"You know my answer." He spits, eyes narrowed to slits. "None of your passive eyelash fluttering and Beta submission is going to make me calm down or change my mind. I will not be a puppet in this twisted world."

Maruki blinks. "But you've enjoyed being back with Akira-kun, haven't you?"

Akechi looks away. His scent is still bitter, maple and bread smelling burnt. Akira's lips quirk in a half-snarl. "Maruki enough. I said no before and…I've said it again."

Even if he lost Akechi. He couldn't do this.

Maruki reaches out and touches the top of Akira's hands. Akira tries to pull away, a snarl building in his throat. "I have one more offer. Perhaps I haven't been looking at this from the right angle." He pulls back, adjusting his tie.

There's a pulse of energy, and Akira's vision warps at the edges. Akechi's breath catches, and the both of them touch their heads.

"What did you do?" Akira glares, his glasses hiding little of his fury.

Maruki puts his hands up, and Akira grimaces as calming pheromones drift into the air. "I just tweaked one small thing. I feel like you and Akechi-kun needed some assistance."

Akira's eyes dart over to Akechi. He has one hand on his forehead, the other on his abdomen. He's not paying attention, and he doesn't seem angry; Akechi's burnt scent has faded away from his nostrils, and Akira's eyes go back to focus on Maruki. "Assistance?"

"Well, Alpha-based relationships are always so difficult, society isn't always the most open…."

Dread settles in Akira's gut.

He didn't.

Maruki wouldn't dare.

Akira takes inventory of himself. He feels fine, a little angry…

"Maruki…" Akira begins. "What did you do." He already knows the answer, he just doesn't want to accept it.

Maruki smiles slightly. "I'm surprised you haven't noticed yet." He looks over his shoulder to Akechi. Akechi's eyes snap to Maruki, a low rumble in his throat. It sounds pathetic, way more than usual, if Akira is honest. "Maruki, did you bitch me?"

Akira's breath catches. 

"Oh, not at all!" He soothes, laughing softly. "This is just a little tweak to always make you an Omega! No, ah, pardon the crudeness, 'bitching' required. You don't have the memories of it, but your body has gone through heats, so you won't have any first-time jitters biologically." He scratches his cheek. "I can't speak for mentally–"

Akechi moves across the room, grabbing Maruki by the throat, lifting him up to snarl in his face. His scent is overly sweet, making Akira's eyes water.

 Maruki laughs, placing his hands up. His sleeves slip down. "E…Easy now, Akechi-kun. Take a deep breath, relax." It's a placating gesture. “There was no…forced dynamic change involved if you’ve always been an Omega, hm?” There's a certain tone and cadance to his voice, and Akira's eyelids droop for a moment. 

Akira took a deep breath out of instinct, shoulders relaxing slightly. He's focusing too much on Akechi instead of Maruki. He can’t let him dig his claws into them all over again.

Akechi snarls, teeth snapping,  but Maruki doesn't budge. "Relax, you aren't in any danger, Akechi. You're safe here. Breathe deeply. Akira is here."

Akechi's nose twitches and Akira watches Akechi's face and ears flush in real-time. "You bast–U-Uh!". The sound is punched out of him. He tosses Maruki away and he stumbles back, curling over himself at the bar.

Akira takes a step forward and his nostrils flare at the scent of slick. He glances down and sees a sheen on the floor. Akechi's coat is in the way, but he's clutching his stomach, starting to pant. Akira knows. Omegas spiraling into needy heats is a popular trope in media: he's seen dramas and shows and porn– Akira shakes his head trying to avoid the image of him dripping and ready to take him–"Akechi," he whispers.

It's just a name, but he hears a sound between a growl and a mewl, Akechi losing control of his vocalizations. 

Akira looks up at him and his mouth waters. Omega in heat. Omega in distress. Confused. Worried.

Akechi is clutching his stomach, the other gripping the bar to steady shaking legs. “You’re a sick bastard.” he manages. 

"I'm sure experiencing what could have been will be very helpful, Goro-kun. You just need to let go and show Akira what he's missing!" He smiles, and Akira can't tell if it's nerves or the start of a rut that curls in his stomach. He hopes it's not a sympathetic rut due to the scent of slick and pheromones. What if Maruki did something to him too?

Akechi pulls his scarf off haphazardly, and Akira takes in the scent blossoming in LeBlanc's lobby. Akechi's usually subtle scent glands are red and clearly working overtime, especially given the pheromones overwhelming the closed off space.

Akira is fighting himself. Akechi is an Alpha. Has always been an Alpha. If he gets close now, he's sure there would be a fight. Akechi won't want him close even if the scents are telling him otherwise.

"No need to be so distressed, Goro-kun," Maruki's Beta instincts to assist come to the front, his own scent mingling with the bittersweet of Akechi's. Apples and brown sugar— it's transforming into the smell of pastries and Akira swallows. He can't stop the saliva pooling in his mouth or the heat in his stomach.

Goro is still resisting, baring his teeth even as he pants heavily, pulling at his trenchcoat. "You…You've bitched me," he mutters, voice shaking. "This isn't a rut, I know ruts, I–" His legs nearly buckle, and he presses his legs together as if it will stop the slick dampening his clothes. "Fuck. Fuck you Maruki," he hisses. "I'm not going to, to….be some fucktoy ."

Akira's ears perk. Fucktoy. A fucktoy? The Alpha in him imagines a plant eager Omega and his mind wanders.

Akira's taking deep breaths in, wanting more of that mouthwatering scent, though it sours a tad. The Omega–Goro. It's Goro–Is upset and needs help. He could help.

Akira lets out a small grumbling purr. He needs to soothe the distressed Omega. His focuses on pumping out calming pheromones, keeping that rumble in his chest.

Akechi's breathing becomes uneven, hands faltering at the buttons. "Wh…" His pupils blow wide.

Maruki smiles. "Ah, there we go! I was wondering how long it would take to kick in. You're a natural at calming others down, what with that group of yours." He dusts his hands off. "I'm afraid he likely won't respond in quite the same way. I've done what I can with cognition, but you don't want to overwrite the entirety…" he hums thoughtfully. 

Goro from his spot back against the bar, stares and does his best to put up an angry front. His scent sours and Maruki's nose visibly scrunches. It's not the same reaction an Alpha would get… and it makes Goro growl. Or rather, he tries to, and gives off a displeased whine.

 He clears his throat. "Get the fuck out of here and undo this… Reverse that actually, g-get this undone, and then get the fuck out." 

Maruki looks between the two of them with a sheepish smile. "Sorry boys. It would be too dangerous in the middle of a heat to try and do that. Ride it out and give me your answer afterwards whether you want to truly fight me."

He turns, and exits. The bell jingles and Goro grumbles again in anger, pushing his hair back with one hand. "F-Fuck. Fuck I need to get out of..." His eyelids flutter and Akira sees stomach muscles tense. 

He's seen his friends' pre-heats before, and knows his body is likely about to kick into high gear. Akira watches, silent as Goro is reeling in new sensations, barely upright. "Goro." He whispers. "You won't even make it down the street."

"I need… to be anywhere but here ." He continues to comb one hand through his hair, stuck in a loop.

“I’m not going to take advantage of you. You can ride it out, we can make a plan–”

“I’m…Not going to be able to be around others like this Kurusu.” He growls, baring his teeth at him. Something in the actions makes Akira’s Alpha bristle. How dare this Omega try and take charge? Akira closes some of the distance and huffs, a low grumble in his chest. “Come upstairs. Your clothes are soaked and you’ll need something else. You said we’re probably the same size.”

Akechi clings to the bar, stubborn. Akira's breath fans his face, and he finds his breath coming in quick gasps. He smells coffee, chocolate, the warmth of fire– It’s Kurusu, but it’s always felt sour before. Not right to his nose. Now it just makes his chest tight and his stomach tense and his body ache. He lets out a faint whine when he feels more slick ease out of him. He hears it hit the floor and he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment.

His dick is hard, he’s dripping, he's going crazy… 

“I can’t move.”

Akira frowns, looking him over. “What do you mean, you can’t move?”

Akechi's eyes snap open. “I don’t…Think my legs are going to move, idiot!” He growls and Akira grumbles in response, and Akechi finds that his expression settles into a distressed neutrality, unaware that the fight is leaving him.

“Come on then.” Akira moves over, and the scent thickens. Akechi shivers, and his mind is begging him to bare himself to the alpha. He swallows roughly and notes how Akira’s eyes flash down to his bare throat.

He grabs Akechi’s overcoat, undoing the buttons that Akechi had started at. “W-Wait,” he gasps, sweat trickling down his forehead. “No, you’ll…”

He opens it up, and Akechi’s shirt is drenched in sweat. His gaze lowers, and Akira can see the outline of his dick straining his trousers.

What would usually only be a small damp spot of pre come is a large patch. Akechi's thighs tremble under his gaze, and he tries to keep them pressed together. His inner thighs are absolutely soaked, the fabric darker there than anywhere else. He's sure Akechi's ass is drenched too.

Goro still naively keeps clenching and relaxing his thighs, trying to keep some sense of honour.

But they're not blind or deaf, they can hear his slick dripping onto the floor, and see the signs of arousal no matter how hard Akechi is trying to keep them at bay. Even his nipples are hard, visible through his shirt.

“You’re practically swimming in slick,” Akira says, eyebrows raising. “Did you make a puddle on the floor? Bad Omega.” he teases.

Akechi gasps, legs pressed tightly together, but the fabric soaks nothing up anymore and it drips to the floor instead. “Don’t talk to me like I’m some needy slut,” he hisses, his bark worse than his bite. “Just help me get upstairs so I can find….Something. Tell no one of this.”

When Akira puts his hand on the small of his back, he feels how hot Akechi’s body is running. Akechi trembles, chewing on his lip. His scent isn’t sickly sweet anymore, faint notes of maple and caramel mixing and making Akira just want to–

“Ngn, Akira…” 

Akira opens his eyes. His face is in Akechi’s neck, and he’s huffing in his scent like it’s a scratch-and-sniff cologne in a magazine. Akechi is scrambling for a grip, but he can't tell if he's trying to push away or pull closer.

Akira doesn’t stop. He huffs, nuzzling into the tender spot on Akechi's neck, licking and sucking on the glands. He is rewarded by more of his scent in the air and Akechi mewling, honest to god mewling . “O-Oh god. Akira–” 

Akira grabs him by the hair to hold him there, and Akechi falls into his chest.

Akechi isn’t sure when the switch flipped, and he presses against the contact. His brain smells happy, horny Alpha, and it’s all his mind needs. He feels his grip on things that should matter, like Maruki's deception, fall away, his mind growing fuzzier the hotter his body gets. He can’t–doesn't?-- even reign himself in, the sensations falling over him and pulling him deeper and deeper.

Akechi can’t stop himself, and he ruts against the Alpha's pelvis. He has to get his scent all over him so everyone knows that this Alpha is his. 

The rational part of Goro’s brain, that likely would have been disgusted and figured Akira would hate the mess has been gone since the Alpha purred at him, probably. Or licked him. 

Alpha grunts, and shifts his legs open with a nudge of his knee. Goro whimpers, since all it does is remind him how empty he feels, and– “O-Oh.” he gasps. Alpha raises his leg up and then down, bouncing it between the Omega’s legs.

Akechi’s brain gets even more foggy. His chest feels tight, and his face is flushed. Words seem to be escaping him at the moment, leaving him to just whine and chirp at his Alpha, dragging himself along the pant leg. 

It's wet and it means that Akechi can slide along it easier now. The friction sparks something in him.  “Oh god. Inside, inside, empty,” he chants, scrambling to hold onto him as the Alpha pulls his trenchcoat off.

“I’m…Just…Just getting the edge off so you can get upstairs. Come on Akechi. You’ve gotta focus.”  

Akira's head swims from pheromones. His nose is telling him Akechi needs to be bred, that he’s so, so ready. He’d take his knot so willingly–He grits his teeth, feeling his length throb.

One of Akechi’s grinds is so strong it knocks them off balance, and Akira is left breathless on the ground. Akechi still has his leg straddled and his hands on Akira’s chest, and he’s humping at him like Akira’s leg is the solution to all his problems. Akira doesn't fully blame him for it though. He looks up, watching Akechi cautiously.

He’s hunched over Akira completely, and each slide forward makes the pressure on his dick edge just a little closer to completion. The grind backwards has the warm friction that could get him to release, but all it does is drive him wilder. “I need you inside me Alpha,” he sobs, tears in his eyes. “Please, I need to cum…”

Akira is rock-hard. God. He’s never heard  Akechi like this before. “You can handle this. I believe in you. You can cum, just…I can’t…Ngn, I can’t be inside. My k-Knot…”

At the words, Akechi lets out a high whine, shifting to get off of his leg and press himself right on his groin. “I’ll rip your fucking clothes off, if you don’t….Get the fuck inside me!”  He’s grasping at Akira’s belt buckle, and rapidly works to take his clothing off. “I’ll rip a hole in my pants, I’ll make you use me, but you’re going to fuck me, you’re going to pop that knot inside–” He whimpers, and Akira watches a full body shudder go through him. His groin feels a little more wet, and Akira can only stare wide-eyed.

He’s going to be murdered via-sex by his rival-turned-Omega. He growls at Akechi, eyes narrowing. “Hands off. ”

Akechi’s hands fly up, and he stares, confused and flustered. “Wh…” He snaps out of it a little, shaking his head.

Akira props himself up, pushing Akechi onto the floor to slip out of his jeans and boxers just enough to say he had. His dick is red and twitching already, knot half prepped. Akechi stares, breath coming in quick gasps and pupils blown out. “Can you undress yourself?” 

 Goro stares down, and starts trying to pull himself out of his jeans. He’s fumbling, hands shaking. “Hnn, Just…Come on…”

Akira reaches and rips the button off, forcing the fly open. He palms Akechi’s erection, and Akechi cries out, rocking his hips into his hands. “N-Need, need,” Akechi whimpers.

His scent is strong, and Akira takes in a deep breath again. His pupils dilate, and part of his resistance fades at Akechi's scent building with need. “Get them off. Come on. You can do it.” Akira watches him. “Or are you going to make the Alpha do all the work, hmm?”

Goro tries to growl, but it ends up a needy chirp, that's he's barely self-aware enough to feel embarrassed about. His hands shake, but he pushes his boxers and pants down to mid-thigh, his erection bobbing as he frees it. 

Akira slides his hands along his exposed thighs, digging his fingers into the muscles. Akechi’s breath catches.

“We’re right here in the middle of Leblanc…You’re really so desperate that you can’t wait?”

Akechi’s scent twists a little. Concern. Worry. He’s trying to fight for reasoning, but… “Don’t tease me,” he snaps.

Akira laughs, reaching his hand under Akechi’s balls to let his fingers slide along his lips. Akechi groans, trying to press himself down onto him but his hand is gone as soon as he tries, and he catches sight of Akira–Alpha–Kurusu–His Alpha?-- pressing his finger into his mouth. He watches his eyelids flutter. 

Maybe Akira shouldn't have done that, but it's a little late now to care.

Slick drips onto the floor, and Akechi squirms. “Fuck you.”

Akira simply laughs and grabs Akechi’s pants and boxers, tugging them down harshly until they're around his ankles. “What was it you said earlier? You were… ‘Going to make me use you’?”

Akechi’s body is flushed, but Akira laughs at the sight of him trembling with barely controlled lust. He’s one to talk, however, since he wants to push Akechi down onto the floor and fuck him stupid.

Akira grabs Akechi, pulling him onto his lap. “On your knees.” he orders, and Akechi fumbles, kicking his pants off one ankle. He rests on his knees, hovering over Akira. The new Omega grasps at his shoulders, and on an instinct he doesn’t know how to control he leans forward to rub his neck against Akira’s, along his jaw too, while taking deep breaths in. His muscles relax and he shifts down, his body practically melting into the Alpha.

Akira gives himself a stroke, and lets the head of his cock slide along Akechi’s folds. 

His body jolts, and he stiffens against Akira’s body. “W-Wait, I…” his mind is muddled and goes to push away.

“Isn’t it unbearable, Goro?” Akira whispers. “You’re so wet and ready for me…” He continues to tease the head along Akechi’s entrance, and the Omega is trembling with effort. “Let your Alpha take care of you.” He licks at his neck, lipping at where a mating mark could be.

Goro lets out a high-pitched whine, and his legs slip out from under him. Akira’s careful to ease himself inside. The slick helps, and the heat and pressure make Akira grumble deep in his chest. He preens when Akechi answers him with a rumbling purr, only broken by his gasps as Akira sinks deeper.

“Too much,” he whispers. “Ak–Alph—Augh, it’s too much…” Goro’s muscles tense and squeeze Akira, and he just rocks his hips up in response, putting just a little bit more inside.

“You can take it,” Akira grumbles. “When have you backed down from a challenge? Or has becoming an Omega made you soft?”

Akechi tries to growl but just makes a discontented grumble. Akira feels too big, even with how relaxed he is. He’s pressing against all of him, and he’s going mad for it. Akira puts his hand over the top of his mate–rival–'s dick, lightly thumbing against the slit. “Come on baby, don’t you want my knot?”

Goro grunts, feeling said knot bump against him. “L-Like hell that’s going to fit. I said that…In a moment of weakness.” He does start to rock a bit, and Akira’s eyebrows raise. His free hand settles at his hip, helping him rock up and down. Akira watches Goro, and soon the fight seems to wash away: his hair is matted to his forehead, his body is flush and sweat drips from his brow.

What was a slow, hesitant grind to chase pleasure is now quick and purposeful; Akechi’s hands grip Akira’s shoulders like a lifeline, and he’s sure if he wasn’t wearing his shirt that he’d have marks. Akira leans down to lap at his jaw and neck with an eager mouth, grunting. “I’ll make it fit.” he growls. He takes his hand off Akechi’s dick to grab at his hips properly, pulling him down hard. He doesn’t need his hand on him, his dick dripping with pre-cum and twitching. Akira has no doubt he’ll cum on his own.

“Ngh!”  Akechi grunts. “Fuck off, even if I wanted it to–”

Akira bites his earlobe and Akechi whimpers. “Gonna knot you. Gonna fill you up,” his self-control is slipping, and before Akira can fully realize it, he pushes Akechi onto the floor. The new angle is good and Akechi’s legs wrap around Akira’s hips as he thrusts against him hard.

“Gonna fuck you and fill you and make you mine,” Akira growls, digging his nails into the meat of Akechi’s thighs. He feels the edge of it pressing against him, and he just needs a little bit more…He grabs Akechi’s dick and gives it a few tugs and Akechi cries out. Cum splatters his stomach, and his insides flutter. It’s just enough that Akira thrusts forward, and the knot pushes inside.

Akechi’s legs twitch. “U-Uh!” More cum dribbles from his dick, untouched while Akira ruts in a daze. Warm heat fills Akechi’s inside and he whimpers and gasps, head tilted back. “Ak-kira! Uh!”

A bite. The smell of copper. A rush of endorphins he’d only read about. He cries and squirms, Akira’s mouth pressed into the crook of his neck, tongue lapping wildly at the blood he’s brought to the surface.

“Mine, Mine,” he mutters into Akechi’s neck. “All mine. My Omega. Mine. ” He hunches over Akechi.

Akechi tries to latch on to proper thoughts, to grasp the fact that Kurusu just claimed him. But his head is swimming. “U-Uh…? Mmmhmm, yes….”

God he’s so full. The thought of pups pops into his head and he squeezes around Akira, who groans in response and rocks his hips hard. He's so warm and sleepy and horny. He whimpers as Akira keeps thrusting, growling and huffing out hot breath against his neck. "Knot's just for you," he says, sniffing at his neck.

Akechi's scent is wonderful to his senses, and he can smell the satisfaction and bliss rolling off of him. Akira grumbles happily, content to roll his hips every so often to chase the pleasure of being inside Akechi. The Omega trembles, eyes half-lidded.  "Yeah," he exhales.

He's so stretched and full. He could stay like this forever. No snapping no conflicts…He doesn't have to fight anymore.

Akechi's brow furrows at that thought. Wait. No. He puts his hands onto Akira's biceps, panting as Akira licks at him and occasionally rocks his hips. 

"A-Akira pull out." Goro swallows. "Maruki is manipulating you–us." He puts his hand on Akira's cheek, pushing him off his neck. The Alpha whines in discontent and licks at his fingers. He grabs at his arm, and seems to be content on moving from his throat to his wrist.

"Hm?" Akira sighs softly. There was something important he was forgetting. He nuzzles onto the soft middle of Akechi's wrist, taking in his scent though he frowns at the edges of distress coming off him. "'kechi?"

Akechi grunts. "Get ahold of yourself, you aren't some needy omega bitch." He’s trembling, and Akira grumbles in discontent.

No, that was him . He was the one who had lost control and it had trickled down to Akira and it was all his fault. His stomach dropped. "N-Neither am I."

Climaxing had cleared his mind, but he couldn't say the same for Akira at the moment. A dumb, horny Alpha was a dangerous one, and he was literally full of one. He’s been mated, and his head is so foggy. "I..Over-stepped earlier," Akechi swallows roughly, trying not to pay attention to the many scents in the air, of his and Akira’s mingling. "I'll be fine now. I'll go back to my apartment." Akira is actively nuzzling him, a faint grumble in his core. 

The Alpha blinks, and goes, "a single fuck isn't good enough. I mean my knot is good but not that good ." He eyes Akechi darkly. "You can nest in my room."

Nest?! Nest?!   Akechi scoffed, trying to pull away.  Akira's knot was almost deflated enough, but not yet. He’s got to keep himself focused. He can’t let these instincts take over again…

The orgasm has cleared his head. He just needed to make sure Akira was on his side. "Listen, I just need to know you won't take his de-ah!" He whines when Akira pulls back and thrusts forward. 

"You're thinking too much." Akira mumbles, pupils blown out. "Just go with it…" When Akechi turns his head to look away,  Akira continues, “I can smell how much you want me.” His voice is deep, with a bit of a grumble to it. Akechi’s body shivers under him, and Akira sees his pupils dilate.

He’s got it. Akira keeps that rumble in his chest, and slowly licks at the delicate gland of Akechi’s wrist. The scent and taste is wonderful, and his eyelids flutter. He groans, the vibration flowing through him to Akechi as his tongue continues to work along it as if it’s his favourite treat.

Which now, it is.  He pauses to watch Akechi squirm, his brow furrowing. “Mhn–Akira–”

“You’re smart. You’re always steps ahead of everyone else…Don’t you get tired? You’re allowed to rest.” He pulls Akechi’s wrist up against his own neck, letting it drag along his skin before he nuzzles into his palm to litter it with kisses. “Stop thinking. Let me give you what you need. Let your mate take care of you.”

And if Akira added just a little bit of that Alpha compulsion to it– if Akechi was blanketed in scents and feelings and smells that he had no built-up resistance to?

Well, it was just an accident, after all. He was used to it not affecting him; Akechi is–was–had been?--An alpha too.

Akechi lets out a tiny whine, lips parting. “I have to….”

“Have to what, baby?” Akira licks along his wrist gland again, feeling how warm they are to his touch. “If you can’t use your words, maybe that’s a sign I need to think for you.”

“C…Can’t be a dumb omega.” He shakes his head.

Akira leans down to kiss his jaw. “You won’t be dumb. Just relaxed. Relax and let go.” He nibbles on the shell of his ear.

A rush of slick eases out of Akechi, Akira’s knot deflated enough to let some cum and slick drip. Akechi’s barely holding on, and Akira’s alpha instincts are running wild. He’s so close to having him. He’s had him already, just moments ago–but really having him. Not as some omega in alpha’s clothing, but the true omega that this new reality was giving him.

The experience he would never have again.

Akira focuses, doing his best to let his pheromones fill the air, and he sees Akechi’s nostrils flare for a moment. He’s got him. His lips move from his jaw to his neck, and he starts to lick and suck. Akechi’s body melts. It’s been enough time since the mating that the bonding pheromones have likely kicked in.

He gives a light nibble to the scent gland at his throat, and Akechi grunts. “C-Can’t, If I….I’ll…”

Akira breathes softly against his ear, and reaches down to slide himself back inside again. Akechi thrashes, already sensitive from their first mating. “Your Alpha is telling you to take it. You want to be a good omega, don’t you?”

Akechi’s entrance squeezes around him, and Akira starts up again. “Good boy. Y-Yes.” he growls. “Gonna fuck you until you’re full. You’re gonna be all mine, forever.”

Goro whimpers, and feels his resistance crumple. His heat kicks in full force, and he’s lost to it, letting Akira take charge. He doesn’t remember when they move up to the attic, or when he makes his nest, but he knows he’s content.