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The Kamiyama library was unsurprisingly deserted for it being just a few weeks after school started. However, most teachers at Kamiyama liked giving their new students a test to see what they remembered from the year prior after reviewing for the first week. These tests weren’t particularly important, but it often set the tone for what students’ scores are going to look like for the rest of the year. 

Tsukasa Tenma was one of the students that was determined to get a good score; hopefully set him up for success and get himself into a good routine to maintain high 90’s throughout the year. And there he was, sitting in the nearly empty library, waiting for his junior to arrive so they could study together.

Ever since the study session back in Tsukasa’s second year, he and Akito have found that they make quite a successful team to help each other understand the subjects the other isn’t very knowledgeable on. Now when finals arrive, perhaps a particularly hard test comes before a break—or in this case, the beginning of the year—Tsukasa and Akito find themselves in the library studying together. 

Though, it is Tsukasa who has to reach out to Akito. Thankfully he no longer has to drag the man to the library anymore, as Akito willingly comes whenever Tsukasa calls. 

Summer was just barely beginning to be talked about, but Shibuya was feeling the heat early this year. Students around the campus could be seen shedding the outer layers of their outfits, whether it be a cardigan, jacket, or the school given blazer. Many have decided to wear it around their waist, draped over their arm, or stuffed inside their locker or bag, rather than donning it around their upper body. Tsukasa happened to be one of those students. 

He thankfully had enough sense to leave his school issued blazer at home, instead of layering it on top of his cardigan like he usually would. However, he still brought his typical light yellow cardigan for the mornings and had it resting, neatly folded, on top of one of the library’s desks in the far corner. It was hidden behind rows and rows of bookshelves, and Akito and Tsukasa liked it specifically because of its seclusion. Akito particularly because he gets distracted quite easily, and sitting in one of the quietest areas of the library is one of the only ways he’s able to focus on his work. 

Tsukasa sat on one of the plastic chairs surrounding the circle table, leaning against the backside lazily. He allowed himself to not be so proper around Akito, and he blamed the ginger for making him sit a little more carelessly, for slouching a little more, and being just a little less careful with his word choices. Perhaps the younger man wasn’t such a great influence, but on certain days where it’s so hot that Tsukasa could hardly think straight, he didn’t find himself minding so much. 

Speaking of the heat, Tsukasa had his arm held up, fanning himself with his blue English folder. The thin plastic was easy to hold and wave, and it offered a satisfying amount of cool air to try and get Tsukasa back to a regular temperature. 

Tsukasa was a patient man, but he couldn’t help but wonder what his junior was doing that was taking him longer than usual to get to the library. Out of slight paranoia, Tsukasa pulled out his phone, checking the date and time. 

Friday, April 10th, 15:46 PM.

It was the correct date and time that Tsukasa had remembered agreeing with Akito on. To be sure, he swiped up and into his messaging app, scrolling to Akito’s contact. He typed in the date, and sure enough, he saw his past messages with Akito confirming that they were going to meet and study today. 

Tsukasa furrowed his eyebrows, but he put his phone away nonetheless. He double checked his supplies and straightened his pencil for the third time, thinking that perhaps the summer’s early warmth was making him feel time was passing much slower than it actually was. 

Almost as if on cue, Tsukasa heard the library door open, and not long after, Akito appeared from around the corner. He had his own grey zip-up jacket wrapped across his waist, rather than draped across his torso. There were small beads of sweat formulating on his forehead right on his hairline, and he quickly reached up the back of his hand to wipe them away, shooting Tsukasa an apologetic smile. Akito’s breath came in slight pants, and when he finally pulled out the chair next to Tsukasa, he let out a long sigh. 

“Sorry for making you wait, Tsukasa,” Akito began, the zipper of his backpack making a ripping sound as he opened it with haste, “I figured I’d go to the bathroom before coming over.”

Akito set his notebooks and textbook on the table, and Tsukasa waved him off, a smile of his own on his face. Tsukasa noticed there was a pinched look in Akito’s expression, despite his feigned nonchalance. 

“No worries, of course!” Tsukasa reassured the younger man, scooting his chair forward and setting his blue folder down. 

Almost at once, he felt himself get hotter again, but he was able to ignore it, his attention remaining on the way Akito’s lips seemed just a little too tight and his eyebrows drawn too close to be natural. He decided to inquire about it.

“Are you okay? You seem a little off.” 

Akito flashed his eyes back up at Tsukasa for a second before returning his focus to his notebook, nose twitching in annoyance. Tsukasa watched him consider if he should tell or not right before his eyes, but eventually Akito let out a heavier sigh, his arm coming up to let his head rest on the palm of his hand.

“It’s nothing, honestly,” Akito huffed, but the way his lip curled told Tsukasa otherwise, “Some Alphas are just so annoying.”

“Tell me about it!” Tsukasa let out a short laugh, his lips twitching upwards to show his amusement, “I figured Alpha’s would be pretty tolerant of each other, though…” 

Akito presented last year when he turned sixteen, as most people do, and it wasn’t a surprise for Tsukasa—not with the way Akito acted and showed himself to other people. With some, Tsukasa can just tell what they’re going to present as before they even reach the age, though he doesn’t like to feed into stereotypes and assume. 

Tsukasa believes that compared to some of his classmates and peers, he was on the more accepting side. He doesn’t like to believe the stereotypes about Alphas and Omegas, as he grew up in an environment where Alphas and Omegas surpassed their assumed roles. He knew Omegas that were strong, fierce, and unapologetic. He knew Alphas that were reserved, quiet, and bashful. 

To add onto that, he doesn’t like to constantly ask people his age what they presented as, what they believe they’re going to present as, or when they believe they’re going to present. People’s secondary genders are their own business, and while some’s scents are stronger than others, which makes it a little more obvious, Tsukasa doesn’t think those who have less dominating scents should be interrogated. Especially not teenagers who have late genes and are yet to present.

Though, Tsukasa might just think like that because he’s part of the group of teens that haven’t presented yet. At 18 years old, he still didn’t have a clue on what he was going to be. 

It was a common thing in his family, so Tsukasa didn’t care all too much. Both his mother and his father presented late, and from what he remembers hearing from his parents, so did his aunts and uncles. It wasn’t like presenting late was an uncommon thing in society either, so Tsukasa didn’t resent the fact—he just wished people would stop asking if he had presented yet. 

“Of course not,” Akito snorted, bringing Tsukasa back to reality, “I hate arrogant and entitled Alphas just as much as the next guy. I think they should rot.” 

Tsukasa blinked, laughing in surprise at Akito’s blunt humor. 

“Alright, maybe not that far. What did they do, anyways?” 

Akito rolled his eyes, letting out an irritated groan as he leaned back in his seat. 

“Well, first of all, I could smell him from three buildings over,” Akito began, his nose scrunching as though he could still smell the Alpha, “I wouldn’t care if he didn’t reek. I mean, seriously, if you know your scent sucks then wear scent blockers.”

Tsukasa covered his mouth, laughing silently into his hand at his junior’s rude words. He saw as Akito’s mouth quirked ever so slightly, finding himself amusing, and at Tsukasa’s lack of reply, he continued.

“Nah, just kidding,” Akito smirked with a mock apologetic expression, but the glint in his eyes showed he really wasn’t joking, “Anyways, he’s one of those Alphas, so I can hear his conversation from the end of the hall. He was going on about how one of his guy friends ended up presenting as an Omega and how he felt disgusted to even be around him anymore. I mean, seriously, he sounded repulsed.”

Akito frowned, and Tsukasa made a noise of disapproval as well. Akito let out a huff, shaking his head and leaning over his work to somehow distract himself. 

“You didn’t do anything, did you?” 

Tsukasa asked cautiously, knowing how hot headed the boy across from him could be. Akito was known for dealing with conflicts with his fists instead of his words, even with people he considered friends sometimes. Akito let out a curt laugh at Tsukasa’s question. 

“No, I’ve learned to not put myself in conversations I don’t belong in.” 

Akito shook his head, glancing away from Tsukasa as though he were remembering past experiences. Funny enough, the look in his eye was borderline nostalgic, as if he missed it. And with his next words, he confirmed Tsukasa’s suspicions.

“I wish I did, though. He was saying some really nasty stuff… it just put me in a bad mood.”

Tsukasa nodded sympathetically, wiping away a bead of sweat that fell from his eyebrow. Tsukasa was more than grateful that Akito was an Alpha with a sense of empathy and justice—he was glad that they shared the same views in general. Akito was enjoyable to be around and Tsukasa considered him a valued friend; it would be a shame if he was like some of the other Alpha’s at Kamiyama.

“Yeah, I understand,” Tsukasa turned his lips into a tight line, letting his head fall to the side slightly, “I don’t know why some people shun Omega’s, either.” 

Akito tapped his finger on his desk, seeming deep in thought. Tsukasa watched him intently, noticing how a crease between Akito’s eyebrows formed when he tensed them. He noticed how Akito’s shoulders seemed closer to the core of his body, stiff with discomfort; but Tsukasa noticed a lot of things about Akito that others typically didn’t.

More than someone who's supposed to just view him as a friend should. 

Tsukasa wasn’t ashamed of it anymore, as it wasn’t wrong for him to have a silly crush. He was simply concerned lately, as it seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. He was about to graduate this year and he hadn’t shown Akito any sign that he liked him romantically. He had just another year left, and he’s done absolutely nothing. 

Truthfully, Tsukasa didn’t know where to start. He thought that the study sessions they had every once in a while was a good beginning to what hopefully would bloom into something more, but Akito clearly only saw them as a way to get help from his smarter senior. With such little time left with Akito, Tsukasa wondered if confessing was even worth it anymore—even if the urge got stronger daily. 

But lately, it seemed incredibly strong. 

Especially today. 

Tsukasa could easily pass off his blush as just from the heat if anyone were to inquire about his permanently colored cheeks, but he knew the real reason his face was so red. It was all because of the stubborn singer that sat in front of him at this very moment, toying with a pencil in the fingers that Tsukasa wished he could hold just for a moment. He was licking the lips that Tsukasa wished he could kiss since the day he first started talking to the boy regularly. 

Akito had no idea the amount of time Tsukasa spent dreaming of those lips. 

Tsukasa didn’t have time to lose himself in them again though, as he was snapped out of his trance for the third time that evening when Akito spoke once more.

“I just worry about my sister, you know?” 

Tsukasa’s lips formed a small frown, a sense of guilt and empathy growing in his chest, and he scooted over to be a little closer to Akito, though not quite touching him. With every breath, Tsukasa could smell Akito’s deep pine scent; a scent he could only smell when he was in close proximity to him. It was comforting, and in a sense, it reminded him of the forests his family used to go camping in. 

But that wasn’t the point.

“She’s an Omega, right?”

Tsukasa asked tentatively, knowing how protective Akito could get over her, despite his facade of seeming like he disliked her. In response, Akito nodded, finally lifting his head from his palm. There was a light pink mark on his cheek from where it had been, and Tsukasa stared at it instead of Akito’s eyes. 

“Yeah,” Akito sighed slightly, “and I know I shouldn’t be, because out of all Omega women, Ena is the most capable of taking care of herself.”

Tsukasa let out a quiet ‘mhm’, urging Akito to continue. He knew about Ena’s nature, he had met her a few times and heard plenty of stories, but he could tell Akito wanted to talk. So Tsukasa gave him the opportunity.

“I just can’t help but worry. Especially when I hear conversations like that in the halls,” Akito scowled again at the memory of it, “Even if it is a little different… Omega women are a lot more accepted, but they still get taken advantage of. And I’d rather die than let her go through anything like that.” 

Tsukasa didn’t know how to respond. It was rare for Akito to be so vulnerable around anybody, let alone him—but Tsukasa cherished the moment, and he felt his heart swell with an emotion he’d felt plenty of times around the boy. He was glad Akito had gotten comfortable enough with Tsukasa to open up to him about such a topic.

“I think it’s sweet that you care about her so much.” 

Tsukasa had plastered a gentle, inviting smile on his face, and Akito glanced up at him for a moment. He stared at Tsukasa’s smile for a moment too long before he looked away, his ears just a shade pinker than normal. 

“But like you said, Ena’s strong! She’s capable of defending herself plenty fine, she doesn’t need to be protected.”

Akito looked at Tsukasa from the corner of his eye, his lips threatening to twitch into a smile against his own will. He looked away again to make the urge easier to fight, leaning back and waving Tsukasa off, his air of nonchalance returning once more. 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right,” Akito shooed him away, scooting his chair closer to the desk and looking back at his work. He was silent for a few seconds, hearing Tsukasa move his chair back as well. “And don’t call me sweet, weirdo.”

Akito mumbled that last part, and Tsukasa looked up in surprise. He easily caught sight of how red Akito’s face seemed to be, and he giggled in delight. Tsukasa wanted so desperately to tease the ginger until he was too flustered to speak, but he knew that would just get Akito more annoyed at him, so he resisted. Despite what his heart was telling him to do. 

Scooting away from Akito seemed to make the air around Tsukasa get cooler, and he accepted the change gratefully. Unfortunately, his skin still felt as though it was burning, and he picked up his folder to fan himself once more. 

The two of them had an unspoken mutual agreement to move on from the conversation, instead focusing on their work that had yet to be started. Akito opened his math textbook, and Tsukasa opened his English. As a result of the end of the conversation, the pair read in silence, occasionally broken by Akito writing down equations and practice problems. A little further into their session, Tsukasa picked up his flashcards and shuffled through them, silently pronouncing the English words under his breath. 

They were relatively quiet for the first fifteen minutes of studying together, with Tsukasa sometimes showing Akito a flashcard and asking for help on pronunciation. Akito, having spent lots of his free time actually studying English in anticipation for his trip to America, knew a little more about English pronunciation than Tsukasa, and was able to guide him in the right direction.

Tsukasa was doing relatively fine regarding the temperature the library had gotten as a result of the sun’s summer rays. He still felt how the undersides of his arms were swamped—he didn’t even want to think about his legs and feet—but other than that, there were no more beads of sweat trailing down his neck and face. He only had to wipe the crevices of his nose and eyebrows a few times. 

Tsukasa was pulling at his tie to loosen it and unbutton the first button when Akito asked him a question about his math problem.

“Hey, Tsukasa, can you help with this one?” 

Akito picked up his paper and slid his textbook a little closer to Tsukasa, with the textbook sliding across the fake wood of the table making a sound akin to a swoosh. He scooted his chair quite a bit closer, and before he sat back down fully, his knee knocked Tsukasa’s. 

At once, Tsukasa felt a wave of heat rush over him, and he felt the sweat bead up around his hairline again, dampening his bangs. He closed his eyes instantly, his eyebrows drawn up as he let out a long, drawn exhale, bringing his hand up to start waving at his face. When he opened his eyes, he felt like his vision was a little blurry and painful, as though he were staring at a white building that was reflecting the light shining onto it.

Akito’s eyes widened, and he pulled his paper with the math problems written on it closer to him. He observed Tsukasa for a second before he put his paper back on the table, shifting in his chair to face Tsukasa head on. As a result, his knee was no longer touching Tsukasa. 

That had more of an effect than Akito would think it would have on Tsukasa.

It was like someone had instantly turned the air conditioning on; almost immediately, Tsukasa was no longer feeling as though he were laying on scorching, black asphalt on a hot day when he opened his eyes. He was by no means any cooler than when he entered the library, but the ability to breathe a little easier and see a little clearer seemed like a success in Tsukasa’s mind. 

“Woah, are you okay?” 

Akito peered closer at Tsukasa’s face, noticing how his cheeks and neck were flushed, looking almost feverish. There was a gleam of sweat coating his face, making him look as though he were shining. If Akito dared to look down at Tsukasa’s exposed neck and collarbones, he’d see that they were coated with sweat, too, the thin sheen glinting off the lamp that was above them. 

“Yeah…” Tsukasa said weakly, and quickly cleared his throat. He shot Akito a lopsided smile, the waving to his face not ceasing, “Just a little warm… maybe dehydrated…” 

Tsukasa leaned over to grab at his backpack, ripping it open to pick up his water bottle. The cool metal felt like heaven against his sweaty palms, and he pressed it up to his neck to get more relief in the area that seemed the hottest. Akito didn’t take that as an invitation to stop his staring by any means, as his expression began appearing incredibly confused, a hint of concern hidden beneath. 

Tsukasa didn’t find himself minding the staring, instead focusing on the short lived wave of relief he got from his water bottle.

“It’s really hot today for you too, right?” Tsukasa weakly tried to explain his situation, watching as Akito blinked at him. Akito didn’t expect that question, but he still shrugged after a moment of thinking nonetheless.

“I mean, I guess, yeah,” Akito agreed unsurely, “I did have to take off my jacket…”

Akito looked away from Tsukasa after what felt like hours, instead focusing his piercing gaze on his grey jacket. Tsukasa felt a little more relieved, feeling just a tad cooler, and he couldn’t quite put his finger on why.

Tsukasa finally took the water bottle from his neck, opening it and flipping it nearly upside down. When nothing came out except a few drops, Tsukasa let his arm fall with a disappointed pout.

“Ugh!” Tsukasa shouted under his breath, “I drank the last of my water on the way to the library…”

Tsukasa frowned, staring at the black, empty abyss inside of his water bottle. When Tsukasa heard Akito stand from his seat he looked back up at him, and when the two of them locked eyes, Tsukasa felt himself start to sweat again. More intensely than he had before. 

And all he did was look at Akito.

What on Earth was wrong with him? 

“What are you doing?” Tsukasa decided to ask aloud instead.

“I’ll get you a drink from the vending machine outside,” Akito responded simply, pushing in his chair and beginning to walk over to the entrance of the library. He looked back, shooting Tsukasa a cheeky smile, “I can’t have my tutor getting heatstroke!”

Tsukasa sighed gratefully—not only for Akito’s act of kindness, but because being away from Akito seemed to make him just a little less warm. Tsukasa had no clue what was happening to him; it was like every time he was near Akito, it felt like Hell itself had opened a portal in front of him and the heat of the fire was scorching his very core. 

His clothes seemed uncomfortably tight on him for some reason, and every move Tsukasa made had him acutely aware of the sweat that was pooling in each crevice of his body. He had never experienced heatstroke before, so he had no clue what it felt like, but if this is what it was, then Tsukasa was going to take extra care that he was staying cool and hydrated on summer days. Even if that meant bringing around a tiny fan everywhere he went. 

The wait for Akito to get back from the vending machine felt less like five minutes and more like five days. Tsukasa had closed his eyes during the time his junior was gone, simply sitting in a river of his own sweat, wallowing in self-pity and irritation for not taking better care of his body on a particularly hot day. 

Tsukasa was hunched over the table, his white button up starting to be see through in certain areas due to how damp it was from sweat. He had never felt more uncomfortable, sweaty, and outright dirty in his 18 years of living, and he considered completely calling off their time to study together once Akito got back with the drink. There was no way Tsukasa could sit in Kamiyama’s stuffy, suffocating library for more than thirty minutes without feeling as though he were about to fall over from heat exhaustion. 

The sound of the library doors opening fell on deaf ears, as Tsukasa was entirely too immersed in his own world to even consider that outside sounds were happening around him. Only when he was startled awake by an icy cold tube pressing to the crook of his neck did he open his eyes with a violent jump. 

Tsukasa whirled around a little too fast for his muggy brain to catch up to, and he saw as the room began to spin around a lump of orange hair. He blinked a few times and took a deep breath to stabilize himself, and he knew with a start who it was behind him. Not by the uncommon hair color, but because his mind seemed to shut off, his body completely engulfed in suffocating warmth.

“Hey, Tsukasa,” Akito murmured quietly, his eyebrows pinched upwards in concern as he watched his disoriented senior, “You don’t look too good… Do you need to go to the nurse or something?”

Tsukasa blinked slowly at Akito a few more times, a dopey smile forming on his face. His eyes slowly trailed down the figure in front of him until it landed on a bottle of water, the plastic dripping with condensation that Tsukasa was sure to feel like pure bliss on his hot skin. 

“Uh huh…” Tsukasa breathed out weakly, grabbing for the water bottle with shaky hands, “No, I’m okay…”

Akito watched at Tsukasa’s poor attempt to grab the water bottle, and he lowered it a little more, pushing it closer to Tsukasa’s hands. When he finally grasped the bottle, Tsukasa let out an audible sigh of relief, seeming to sink into his own skin. Akito watched with slight amusement, though mainly concern, as Tsukasa shoved the bottle to his face and trailed it down his neck. 

Akito only looked away from the sight to make sure he wouldn’t accidentally fall as he got into his seat. No other reason. 

It took a moment for the cap to finally be popped off—Akito considered stepping in for a second—but eventually, it did. The second it was off, Tsukasa brought it to his lips, chugging it as though he hadn’t had access to water in days. His Adam’s Apple bobbed with each gulp, the lump in his throat shiny from sweat. If you were to ask Akito, he’d say the sight was pathetic to watch. 

In just a few moments, the bottle was drained, the only thing left being rapidly warming plastic that was no longer satisfying for Tsukasa to press up against himself. 

“Gosh… thank you so much, Akito!” Tsukasa finally got out, not without extreme effort, “R-Remind me to pay you back.” 

“No,” Akito muttered, looking at Tsukasa with a frown on his face, “Don’t worry about it. Your safety means more than a 100 yen coin.” 

Akito let out a chuckle of amusement at the thought of Tsukasa trying to pay him back for a vending machine drink, though it was done less out of amusement and more in an effort to make the air around them a little more normal. Tsukasa seemed to frog blink at Akito, his body too exhausted for him to offer any sort of rebuttal to Akito’s statement like he usually would.

And if any of the previous signs weren’t enough to convince Akito that something was wrong with Tsukasa, then that surely was. Tsukasa would get into arguments to make sure the other person understood they would be paid back if they paid for or gave him anything. The fact that Tsukasa only gave Akito a weak, grateful smile was more than enough to show him something was really wrong. 

“Anyways… back to– um… homework?” Tsukasa tried, his voice a little shaky. 

Akito shook his head in response, collecting his own papers and shoving them into his math folder. He put the folder on top of the textbook and put it as neatly into his bag as he could.

“No, Tsukasa, we can continue this another day,” Akito started picking up Tsukasa’s papers for him as well, ignoring the confused look that he was given, “You’re too… messed up to do work correctly. You need rest.”

From what exactly, Akito didn’t know. He paused to look at Tsukasa, who had gone surprisingly silent and was staring at him with tired, hooded eyes. There was a deep blush on his face, and the blonde looked as though he were panting, almost like he couldn’t get in enough air. 

Akito gulped at the sight and trailed his eyes down Tsukasa’s figure, examining his body language, the way his clothes seemed to stick to his body, and the weak slouch in his back. Akito turned his body to face Tsukasa’s after a moment of watching, and leaned down to be closer to his height in the chair. 

“Damn, you’re really not okay…”

Akito had a deep frown on his face, his eyes fully opened as he gazed at Tsukasa. Their breath seemed to mingle in between them for the few moments they stared at each other in silence, save for Tsukasa’s heavier breathing. 

Akito furrowed his eyebrows, and an inkling of worry bloomed in his chest. He didn’t know how severe heatstroke was, but Tsukasa looked miserable. If he needed to be taken to the hospital, Akito would gladly spend tens of thousands of yen for a taxi to speed through Shibuya to the nearest one. 

“Do you need anything, Tsukasa?” 

As Akito was getting his question out, he lifted his hand up to Tsukasa’s forehead. He watched in concern when Tsukasa’s eyes seemed to grow wider as Akito’s hand inched forward, and it felt like he was moving in slow motion. When Akito finally got the last syllable of the sentence out, his hand made contact with Tsukasa’s forehead, pushing his damp hair out of the way to touch the skin directly. 

Tsukasa lurched forward the instant Akito’s fingertips grazed his skin, his mouth hanging open and his eyes squeezing shut impossibly tight. His hands reached out in front of him to stabilize himself and found themselves on Akito’s thighs, gripping tighter than Akito knew was possible.

“You!”

Tsukasa gasped out with a hint of a constrained whine in his voice. Akito watched with wide eyes as Tsukasa fell apart underneath his palm, and he could feel the sweat coming down from Tsukasa’s hairline under his finger tips. Akito stared at Tsukasa’s open mouth, which stretched around the word he had not expected to hear. 

Tsukasa’s breath was labored, coming out uneven and harsh. His chest heaved, shaking his entire body as he did so. If Akito listened carefully enough, he could hear little whines coming deep from Tsukasa’s throat, which he knew the blonde was trying his hardest to restrain. Tsukasa’s throat convulsed with the effort of holding them back, and Akito felt his knees go weak watching it. 

Akito stood completely still for a moment, his own jaw dropped from pure shock. He felt his eyes start to go dry, but nothing could have prepared him from the scent that filled the air around them.

It was a delicious citrusy scent, hints of lemon and orange intertwining and spinning around each other as though they were DNA strands. It was a beautiful dance, one that Akito believed he could physically see forming in front of him. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself in the scent. Suffocate in it, even. 

Akito could feel his senses going haywire inside his mind, and instantly his pants felt tighter than they’re supposed to. He glanced down to Tsukasa’s lap, and saw that the blonde was doing much, much, worse than he was. 

Tsukasa’s blue dress pants looked nearly black around his crotch, and there was a more than obvious outline surrounding the bulge that strained against the fibers. The sight alone made Akito start to salivate, and he had to gulp down the collecting saliva to make sure he didn’t start drooling over his chin. 

Tsukasa’s hands trailed up Akito’s body quickly, and Akito shivered violently at the touch. Eventually, his hands gripped Akito’s forearm, pulling the ginger closer to his body.

“Oh my God, Aki-... Akito,” Tsukasa whined out, his panting getting worse the closer he got to the singer, “Your skin is s-so cold against mine, yo-you feel wonderful…”

Akito could feel how his pupils dilated at the sound of Tsukasa’s beautiful voice whining out his name in such a sultry manner. He could feel himself starting to shake with the pure amount of self control he had to have to restrain himself from running his hands over every crevice he could see of Tsukasa’s body.

But he knew he couldn’t. He knew exactly what was happening.

Tsukasa was presenting. As an Omega.

“Tsu…” Akito gulped, hearing his voice shake with poorly restrained control, “Tsukasa…”

Tsukasa let out a dirty, filthy moan. Akito could nearly collapse at the sound. It was a wonder how, despite being forced into an incredibly early rut, he could still stand to resist the scent of an Omega in heat.

“Do you… do you know what’s happening to you?”

Akito clenched his teeth, staring with unblinking eyes as Tsukasa’s thighs pressed together to try and give himself some stimulation. 

How badly Akito wanted to give him that much needed stimulation. 

How badly Akito needed that stimulation himself. 

Tsukasa shook his head weakly, his eyes finally opening to stare up at Akito with wide, pleading eyes. His pupils took up so much space, Akito could hardly see the yellow and pink. The beautiful irises were glazed over with the familiar, opaque gloss that typically came with Omega heats. 

Akito felt like he could finish just from the sight, but he resisted, miraculously.

“You’re…” 

Akito gulped weakly again, and he trailed his hand down from Tsukasa’s forehead to his cheek, cupping it gently.

“You’re an Omega… You’re going through your first heat.”

Tsukasa’s eyes seemed to clear ever so slightly at Akito’s words—as though a bit of his brain had become active once more despite his heat clouding it. Akito watched with a dejected expression as Tsukasa’s eyes turned from blurred with lust to hazy with fear and puzzlement. 

Tsukasa wanted to pull away from Akito to collect his thoughts, but his body physically would not let him. It seemed like Tsukasa was soldered to Akito, and if that was because he was the nearest Alpha or because he had genuine feelings for him, Tsukasa didn’t know. 

And that terrified him.

“Wh–... What?”

Tsukasa finally forced out after moments of silence. Akito’s face twisted in dreadful anticipation, whereas Tsukasa’s twisted in anguish. 

“But that’s not–… that’s not possible…!” Tsukasa wailed, though not as loud as he would have been if he had his usual strength in his voice, “There hasn’t been an… an O-Omega in my… my f-family for g-generations!”

Akito closed his eyes, sighing with exhaustion. He wasn’t prepared for a rut, as he wasn’t supposed to have one for a good few months, and being forced into an early rut had severe impacts on the body and mind. Which meant Akito physically could not handle having this conversation with Tsukasa at the moment. 

Instead of replying, Akito leaned down and pulled Tsukasa into a hug as best as he could, given the angle. It was more like Akito had his arms wrapped around Tsukasa’s shoulders, his hands resting on his upper back while his fingers dipped into Tsukasa’s back. Akito could feel the way Tsukasa’s heat rolled off of him and onto Akito in waves, as though Akito were a magnet and Tsukasa’s warmth were a piece of metal.

Tsukasa let out a frail moan, his voice shaking as he gasped again. His eyes fluttered shut, and his hands shakily came up to wrap around Akito’s neck. 

Tsukasa’s body shuddered in pleasure and he felt something wet and slippery pool under him. His eyes instantly shot open, tears beginning pricking the edge of his vision at the pain he suddenly felt; his stomach felt as though it was tearing itself open inside of him, the two separated pieces convulsing in pain against his other organs.

And on top of that, he was so, so painfully hard. 

Tsukasa had never been so turned on that it hurt to move. It hurt to think. To breathe. To even exist. 

And the growing wetness beneath him just made him more uncomfortable. 

Akito held back a growl of pleasure at the unstable gasps coming from Tsukasa, clenching his teeth to hold back his own groans as Tsukasa’s breath brushed his ear. It was torture being this close to the blonde and not being able to do anything, but he refused to take advantage of Tsukasa in a state like this. Or ever, for that matter.

So, for his own sanity, he pulled away from Tsukasa, completely removing any physical contact. 

The reaction was instantaneous, Tsukasa crying out in pain and lurching forward once more to reach out to Akito. 

“No!”

Akito gasped when Tsukasa grabbed at his knee, his arms and body shaking like a frail leaf in the autumn wind. If Tsukasa raised his head, Akito would be able to see the tears of pain and pleasure streaming down his face; a sight that Akito usually could only see in his dreams.

Akito knew the tears were there though, despite Tsukasa’s head being bowed, as little droplets fell from his face and splattered onto his blue pants. Now there were more, albeit smaller, dark spots that decorated the one covering his crotch like little stars on a dark night sky. The imagery was almost symbolic.

“Please… Please Akito!”

Tsukasa whined out helplessly, finally raising his head to show his reddened face that was shining from shed tears. There were more tears flowing from his eyes, framing his irises that were blackened from his dilated pupils. The sight made Akito let out a stuttering breath. 

“Please… d-don’t leave me…” Tsukasa moaned out, reaching out another hand and nearly falling to the floor. Thankfully, Akito had heightened reflexes and senses from his rut, and was able to give him a steadying hand around his upper side. 

“You’re–... you’re the o-only relief I have…!”

Tsukasa’s voice was raspy, though he hadn’t even strained it from yelling or excessive talking. He bowed his head once more, and Akito saw as his body shook not only from pleasure, but sobs. Akito knew they were sobs of pain, which made the feeling of helplessness from watching, but not being able to help, come back. It made his instincts scream in agony at him, a ringing in his ears nearly deafening him. 

Akito’s instincts were practically suffocating him, berating him and degrading him for just sitting there while an Omega sat in pain in front of him. An Omega that was begging for him nonetheless. His instincts were begging for him to do something; to relieve his Omega from any struggles; to comfort and protect.

Akito felt like just a body for some other worldly being to control, and it took all of his concentration to not give into his primal urges. To be his own person, with his own mind, his own feelings, and not some machine to be manipulated by instincts. 

“I’m– I’m sorry, Tsukasa,” Akito managed to get out, simply by the grace of God, “But we need to get you out of school.” 

Where they would go, Akito didn’t know. Tsukasa needed heat suppressants, but they couldn’t just walk into a convenience store in this state. It would be incredibly dangerous for Tsukasa, judging by how reckless some Alphas can be. 

Even if Akito was clinging to his side and other Alpha’s couldn’t hurt Tsukasa, sensing that he was claimed, he could still affect the rest of the population. Who knows if there were young Alpha’s out there who were susceptible to going through an early rut like Akito was—Tsukasa would be in shambles if he found that out once his heat finally finished. Akito didn’t want to put other Omegas into an early heat either, as he was entering the beginning stages of his rut. 

He doubted if Tsukasa’s house had any suppressants either, knowing his parents were both Betas and neither Tenma children had presented—at least not until now. All Akito knew was he couldn’t leave Tsukasa here. This was no environment for him to present and go through his first heat. 

Tsukasa nodded, powerless to reject anything an Alpha would say in his current state. Tsukasa found himself not entirely hating the way his body and mind screamed to submit to Akito, to do whatever the Alpha closest to him tells him to do. But he liked to think it was less because Akito was the nearest Alpha, more because his body knew who he was attracted to.

“Y-yes… I know,” Tsukasa choked out, and he suddenly became aware of his situation below just his face and upper body.

Tsukasa scrambled to untuck his shirt and cover his crotch with the loose material, his eyes wide and fearful. He didn’t dare look up at Akito, simply sitting there with his legs clenched tightly together, his fist clutching a handful of his shirt and covering his dick with it. 

Akito watched him, realizing what he was covering a few seconds after it was actually covered, and he suddenly became self conscious of his own body. He quickly followed Tsukasa’s actions, untucking his own shirt and pulling it to cover his own lower body. Even if his baggier pants made his less noticeable, he was sure it’d make itself painfully obvious the second he started walking. 

An awkward silence enveloped them, but it only lasted a few seconds until another wave of Tsukasa’s slick scent washed over the two of them.

Akito felt his knees go weak again, subconsciously inhaling a little deeper, wanting to savor the fragrance for as long as possible. Akito had never smelled anything like it, and just like everything else about Tsukasa, it was absolutely perfect.

He’d expect nothing less from someone like Tsukasa, though. Of course he had to have good pheromones; what did Tsukasa have that wasn’t perfect?

“Wh-where do I go…?” 

Tsukasa’s insecure voice snapped Akito out of his stupor, and once more his instincts became harder to resist. The sound of an Omega in need clouded Akito’s brain, his mind yelling at him to do something about it. 

“Uh….” Akito muttered helplessly, staring down at the beauty beneath him, unable to think straight. 

“Do you–” Akito was cut off by another wave of Tsukasa’s scent wafting over him, forcing him to continue with an unsteady voice, “... Do you have heat suppressants at home?”

Tsukasa blinked owlishly at Akito, his hands anxiously kneading at Akito’s knee, playing with it as a way to ease his nerves. Or as a way to control his hands from wandering to what rested just a few inches from his face. Tsukasa would never tell. 

“N-no..” 

Tsukasa’s voice was weak, and he felt his throat close up as tears began to swell in his eyes again. 

He felt like a failure, and he didn’t even know why. 

Of course his family wouldn’t have heat suppressants; they had no Omega’s in their family and hadn’t for generations. His parents expected Tsukasa and Saki to be either Betas or Alphas, as that's all the only genes they had running through their bloodline relatively recently. Heat suppressants weren’t a thought in their mind, only rut suppressants, and the concept of the Tenma children being Omegas wasn’t even considered.

But Tsukasa still felt like a failure, like he had let Akito down. 

No, he let an Alpha down. 

His purpose was to serve an Alpha’s every need, to give them whatever they pleased. That was his only primal purpose, and he had failed at it. Tsukasa couldn’t help the way his chest tightened as he began to sob. 

“No, no please, Tsukasa…” 

Akito quickly started once he saw Tsukasa begin to cry, and he knew exactly what his heat-ridden mind was telling him. He should have known better than to ask for things while around an Omega in heat, being an Alpha. 

“Please don’t cry, Tsukasa, it’s okay,” Akito cupped his face with his hands, wiping the tears that began to fall. He ignored how he could see Tsukasa pressing his hand harder onto his crotch. 

Akito knew exactly what to say to get him to stop crying, but he felt strange doing it. He wasn’t Tsukasa’s Alpha. He doesn’t have the right to say it. Tsukasa was only acting this way because he was in heat, and he’d remember everything Akito said and did once his mind was in the right place again. 

He shouldn’t say it.

But the way Akito’s chest physically hurt, twisting until it turned sharp, the longer he gazed at the sight of an Omega crying into his hands was unbearable. 

“It’s okay, Tsukasa…” 

Akito leaned in closer to the sobbing Omega, whispering into his ear. His lips just barely grazed the shell of Tsukasa’s ear, sending electric sparks coursing through both of them and a thick wave of a citrusy pine scent over their bodies. It was addicting.

“You didn’t upset your Alpha… I’m not disappointed in you.” 

Akito continued to rub his thumbs across Tsukasa’s soaked cheekbones, watching as he calmed down at an Alpha’s words of reassurance. Akito knew he should try his best to make Tsukasa’s first heat not a living hell, but he couldn’t help knowing that he was only acting this way because of the fact he’s in heat; Tsukasa would never treat Akito like this otherwise. Akito’s hopes and feelings were getting in the way.

Regardless, Akito has a duty as an Alpha to comfort an Omega; make their heat bearable. 

Tsukasa sniffled, and nodded. He didn’t say all too much, focusing on catching his breath and leaning further into Akito’s hands, which continued to feel like ice cubes against his burning skin. It was truly the only relief Tsukasa could fathom having. 

Akito took a deep, steadying breath, standing from his seat and forcing Tsukasa to look up from where he was sitting.

“I have heat suppressants back at my house,” Akito began carefully, watching his word choice to make sure Tsukasa wouldn’t get the wrong idea—even if Akito wanted so badly for that idea to be reality, “Because, y’know, Ena… They’ll help you.” 

Tsukasa’s eyes lit up at the mention of Akito’s house. Akito felt himself get lighter at the sight, knowing the Alpha instincts that were controlling his emotions were pleased at the fact he was able to cheer up an Omega. It made him feel sickeningly relieved. 

“Should we go back to mine?” 

“Please.”

That simple word was the strongest Tsukasa had spoken to Akito all day, and he could smell the waves of orange and lemon coating the air around him. It was clogging his senses, making it difficult to function correctly, but Akito would gladly lose himself in it. 

Akito wrapped an arm around Tsukasa’s midsection, offering him support as he stood on shaking legs. Once he was up, he instantly fell forward into Akito’s chest, clinging onto him since he was the only thing keeping him stable. Akito watched with fascination as Tsukasa trembled in his arms, but the sight behind him made him pause.

The bottom of the chair was completely coated in a glossy slick, and with Tsukasa no longer sitting on his own product, the scent was stronger by tenfold. If Akito was strong enough to snap out of the trance Tsukasa’s scent put him in to look down, he’d see Tsukasa’s ruined pants. 

The sight made Akito choke on his own spit, his vision beginning to go blurry with a mixture of pure want and unspoken desires. He could feel himself losing control over his own self consciousness, and that feeling brought out a bone chilling fear that Akito had never felt before. 

Akito panted into Tsukasa’s ear, his attention unable to break free from the mess that Tsukasa made on the library chair. Looking away was the hardest thing Akito had done he would say pretty much all year, but the thoughts that formed in his imagination as a result of seeing it were better left unspoken. 

“Tsukasa…”

Akito’s voice was husky in Tsukasa’s ear, and he could feel the way Tsukasa shook in response to hearing it. Akito was rewarded with breathy moans and poorly concealed whines, the sense of accomplishment from before returning at the sounds. 

“I think you need to cover yourself with my jacket.” 

The words were enough to make something click in Tsukasa’s fuzzy brain, and he lifted his head from where it was shoved into the crook of his neck. His placement was purposeful, and Akito felt himself get weaker the longer he felt Tsukasa’s breath on the area where his mate was supposed to mark him. 

He knew Tsukasa wasn’t just hiding his face there because his scent gland made his pheromones stronger in that area. Akito knew he wanted to bite it.

“Huh?” 

Tsukasa looked behind him, a sound of utter mortification leaving his mouth before he covered his face with one hand and quickly snatched the grey jacket from the table. 

Tsukasa’s attempt at wrapping it around his waist was pitiful, and Akito was more than happy to help him. His rut induced anxiety calmed down once the action was finished, seeing Tsukasa’s grateful and satisfied expression. 

Akito took one glance at the books and folder still left on the table before he stepped forward to start clearing them off. He didn’t care that he was sloppy and was carelessly shoving them in Tsukasa’s bag, he could deal with the scolding later. He needed to get out of this stuffy library now before anyone came and saw the situation they were in. 

Akito picked up his own bag and slung it over his shoulder swiftly, picking up Tsukasa’s and holding it with his arm. He wasn’t going to let Tsukasa bear the weight of his ten pound backpack in a state like this; what kind of Alpha would he be if he had his Omega do any work whatsoever? His instincts wouldn’t let him.

The fact that Tsukasa wasn’t technically his wasn’t a thought that Akito could comfortably consider at the moment. So he ignored it.

Instead, he wrapped his free arm around Tsukasa’s waist, checking behind him to see if others could see he was drenched with his own slick, even though they could definitely smell it, before he helped him walk out of the library. 

Tsukasa made a noise of protest with every step they took, as it felt as though his skin was going to slide off of his bones with how feverish he knew he was. He felt like he wouldn’t even care about the public humiliation of stripping himself of all his clothes if it meant it would just get rid of this warmth. Stepping out of the air conditioned school, out into the sun, was practically like being scorched directly with a lighter. 

Tsukasa felt like he could weep—more than he already has—at the pure agony of how hot he felt. Being in contact with Akito was barely helping anymore, and it seemed like the only thing Tsukasa could do to take his mind off the pain in his abdomen and crotch was to focus on the calming scent of pine that was coming off of Akito stronger than Tsukasa had ever smelt before. Somewhere at the back of his mind, Tsukasa knew that Akito was purposefully altering his scent to give it a calming effect on anyone close enough to smell it, and Tsukasa purred delightfully at the fact. Clearly, the scent change was working. 

Despite this, the world surrounding Tsukasa was still blurred, the corners of his vision fuzzy as his eyes glazed over with pure need. Being practically carried by Akito, an Alpha, was feeding into his Omega desires in such a pleasing way, and the longer Tsukasa stayed attached to his side, the more his lust grew. It was getting more and more difficult to not beg for Akito with every step.

Every step gave him just a hint of friction. It was absolute torture. 

His entire bottom half felt like he had been dipped in something slippery and wet, and every movement he felt his thighs gliding smoothly across each other, the skin having no rough friction anymore. It was a sensation Tsukasa had never felt before, but it felt wonderful.

Tsukasa could hardly register the neighborhood they were entering, and he didn’t know how much time had passed from leaving school to arriving at Akito’s house. He didn’t particularly care, though. All he knew was that it had been entirely too long, and he needed something to ease the warmth that was still clinging to his skin and the pain that came with being turned on for longer than he had been before. 

Akito wasn’t faring much better than the blonde next to him, though his self control was much more collected than Tsukasa’s was. Despite the fact it was slipping with every breath of citrus scented slick, he still had enough mind to know that when they got to his house, he had to give Tsukasa heat suppressants immediately. 

And nothing else. 

Akito could deal with a rut alone—he had before. He would rather do unspeakable things than take advantage of Tsukasa in such a vulnerable position where he couldn’t clearly think for himself. No matter how much Tsukasa asked, he couldn’t accept. It wasn’t right. 

The only scenario where Akito would feel comfortable accepting is knowing his feelings for Tsukasa were reciprocated and he was conscious enough to properly consent. If not, then it would be too uncomfortable for Akito to be able to face Tsukasa again once their respective heat and rut were finished. 

Akito’s internal instincts screamed at him to ignore the rational part of his brain, but he ignored them. They were thinking based off of survival instincts from millions of years ago that modern humanity no longer abided by. Akito however was thinking based off of his current situation and his current life, and he wasn’t going to be an Alpha that listened to the mind when it was contaminated with the decision making neurons sparks of a rut. 

Nonetheless, Akito allowed himself to be greedy and selfish just for a moment. His grip on Tsukasa’s waist was firm, and he had a permanent glare on his face that was meant for any bystander that dared walk near them. He knew they were a spectacle, and it was by the grace of God only that they hadn’t seen many pedestrians walking the streets of his neighborhood. 

Most of all, more than ever Akito was grateful to live in a neighborhood near Kamiyama. He didn’t have to bear through being in public while in rut with an Omega in heat clinging to his side for too long.

So when they finally stumbled up onto Akito’s doorstep, Akito let out an audible sigh of relief, sagging his shoulders as he released tension that had been building up in his posture. Tsukasa curled his fingers tighter around Akito’s shoulders, whimpering into his ear out of impatience. The sound was all Akito needed for motivation to get his keys out and swing the door open.

The door was slammed shut as soon as Akito hauled the weak blonde in with him, and he didn’t bother taking off their shoes. Akito glanced down at Tsukasa, noticing how his legs shook and his pants had gotten more and more soaked on the way here.

“God, you’re not going to be able to walk up my stairs…” Akito murmured half to himself, trailing his eyes across the actor’s body.

In one swift decision, Akito bent down and swooped Tsukasa up into his arms, grabbing his legs and carrying him bridal style. The action surprised Tsukasa, but he gladly wrapped his arms around Akito’s neck and pulled himself closer. 

Tsukasa’s nose rubbed greedily against the junction where Akito’s jugular veins met the bottom of his ear; where his scent gland was. Where his mate was supposed to mark him. 

Akito’s breath came in short pants, feeling his pants get tighter every time Tsukasa breathed up against it. It was giving him deja vu to back in the library, and Akito had to  put nearly all of his focus on his strength in order to get both him and Tsukasa up his stairs. 

When Akito finally made it up with only a little struggling, he saw that Ena’s door was wide open. With no Ena Shinonome inside. 

Akito internally cheered, and let a selfish smile grow on his face. 

Akito let Tsukasa down gently, observing his face for any signs of discomfort or dissatisfaction. Although he wanted to ignore his instincts all together, it was impossible for him to ignore the main one; making sure the Omega feels comfortable and safe around him. 

Tsukasa simply showed him a lopsided smile, the one that made Akito’s heart do flips inside his chest whether he was in rut or not. It satisfied the urges inside of him thankfully, giving him some room to breathe. But unfortunately, Tsukasa instantly clung to his chest again, and the breath was knocked from his chest once more when Tsukasa stretched his neck and Akito was able to smell his scent gland. 

That made his urges worse. By a long shot. 

Akito couldn’t hold back a groan, feeling it rumble deep within his throat, and he could sense how his fingers tightened around Tsukasa’s waist. Whether he was pulling the blonde closer or Tsukasa was stepping closer, Akito had no idea. All he knew was that Tsukasa was pressed up against his chest, his face just inches away from his own.

Once again, their breath mingled together, mixing and becoming one as their faces got closer and closer. Never touching, though. One, or both, of them stopped only a few centimeters away.

Tsukasa’s lips were parted and Akito was practically pinned to the hallway’s wall, a picture of him and Ena from years ago framed behind his head. Akito wasn’t even thinking when he grabbed Tsukasa’s waist and pulled his lower half flush against his own. 

The reaction was instantaneous, Tsukasa’s eyes fluttering and his mouth falling open wider, a whine slipping from deep inside his throat. Akito’s lips parted as he panted, and he just barely came back to his senses before Tsukasa could start grinding on him. Akito didn’t know how clear he would be able to think if Tsukasa did that. 

“Tsukasa,” Akito finally spoke, gripping Tsukasa’s hips and pushing him away, walking them both towards Akito’s room, “The– The suppressants.”

Tsukasa blinked slowly, letting himself be pushed and manhandled past a door frame, into a room that was drenched in Akito’s scent. His mouth closed a little, but still hung open purposefully, and he inhaled to the point where he believed he could taste it. 

“Uh huh…”

Tsukasa muttered lamely, his eyes glossy and shining under the one yellow light in Akito’s room; his lamp. 

Tsukasa’s hands trailed anywhere he could see; Akito’s chest, biceps, face, and neck. He massaged the place he knew Akito wanted him to give the most attention to purposefully with his fingertips, watching with a musing satisfaction as Akito’s eyes fluttered shut with pleasure.

Akito’s head slowly dipped down, his face getting redder and the grip on Tsukasa’s hips getting stronger. Tsukasa hoped and prayed with every conscious fiber of his being that it would leave bruises. That he would have physical proof of Akito’s desire for him. 

“Tsukasa…”

Akito opened his eyes again, and Tsukasa nearly whined at how wide his pupils had gotten. The only reason Tsukasa could still see a sliver of olive green was because he was so close to Akito’s face. 

Tsukasa’s admiration for Akito was cut short when he was gently pushed back onto Akito’s bed, bouncing slightly as the bottom part of his thighs and ass made contact with the sheets. Tsukasa stared up happily at Akito with lidded eyes, his chest swirling with emotion at the fact he was sitting on an Alphas bed, about to have his heat relieved of him, but when he saw the look of hard anguish on Akito’s face, something within him broke.

Going from touching Akito, rubbing his scent gland until the room was full of pine, to having no physical contact whatsoever was a traumatic difference to Tsukasa. Almost instantly, the searing, blinding pain in his abdomen returned, causing the blonde to kneel over, clutching his stomach. His chest burned with a kind of pain that he only felt emotionally, but his heightened hormones made it practically throbbing, almost impossible to ignore. The tears flooded Tsukasa’s eyes again, pooling in his eyelashes and eventually streaming down his flushed, red cheeks.

“N-No!” Tsukasa cried, his voice loud and shaky, “Please! Please!”

Akito winced at the pain in Tsukasa’s voice, but he took a step back, fighting against the voices in his head that screamed at him to rush forward. He needed to get the suppressants.

“Ah– Akito!” Tsukasa stuttered, moaning out his name as though Akito was actually touching him, despite the fact he had taken a step further back, “Wh–... What are y-you… doing?!” 

Akito clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides, his body trembling at the effort it was taking to stay rooted in his spot. The room was practically swimming around him as objects phased in and out of each other, and he was starting to grow feverish himself. Akito parted his lips, panting as he forced a sound out of his throat.

“I-I ca-can’t… Tsukasa…” 

Akito whispered, eyes wide and crazed as he admired the shaking, leaking Omega in front of him. Tsukasa looked so utterly beautiful, curling in on himself with tears dampening his already sweaty face, it was almost sick how much pleasure Akito got simply from staring at him. Although his chest was pained at the fact Tsukasa was gazing up at him, eyes stretched impossibly wide and full of hurt, Akito couldn’t ignore the way his cock throbbed in his pants. 

“Why not?!”

Tsukasa screamed the question at him, his voice uncharacteristically steady, though raspy from the effort. 

Akito’s eyes widened at the sound, flinching backwards as the Alpha instincts in him grew fearful. Akito had never been in front of an angry Omega going through heat, and with the way tears began to pool in his own eyes at the fact he had failed at pleasing an Omega, Akito wasn’t sure he ever wanted to again. 

Akito’s heart thrummed against his ribcage, beating achingly against the bone until he felt it would crack under the pressure. A deep sensation of despair and failure settled at his core, and gradually, the tears blurring his vision began to trickle down his cheeks.

“I just can’t take… a-advantage of you…”

Akito panted out the sentence, looking as though getting out the words took all his strength—and in a way, it did. Tsukasa’s shaking almost ceased as he froze, though not fully. He stared at Akito as though he had told him he never wanted to see him again, his eyebrows drawing upwards in a show of sadness.

“Wh-What?”

Tsukasa’s voice cracked, his tone low and almost whispered. Akito’s heavy breathing filled the silence between them, his chest rising and falling at a rapid, extreme pace, fists shaking uncontrollably at his side. 

Tsukasa’s scent had turned sour.

Akito’s lips parted as his jaw fell ever so slightly, inhaling through his mouth until he tasted it on the back of his tongue. It tasted like betrayal, through and through—though Akito could have guessed from the way Tsukasa was gazing up at him, the unshed tears decorating his orange eyes so prettily. 

The silence stretched onwards for a few more seconds, but to both of them, it felt like hours. The room had filled with a sour lemon scent and a dead pine, reminiscent of the two boy’s feelings. Despair was laced between the swirling dance of their scents, and something that reminded Akito of deceit could be spotted as well. 

Disbelief was strung throughout Tsukasa’s tone as he forced the words from his mouth.

“Take... advantage?”

Tsukasa posed it as a question, voice as low as a whisper and lips wet with tears and saliva. The corners of his mouth were downturned, and Akito’s core longed to reach out and smooth them until they were back to normal. But he stayed still, feet planted to his floor. Akito stared on at the blonde, observing his gradually unravelling figure, watching as Tsukasa struggled to keep himself contact.

“Y-You think I d-don’t really want this?”

Akito could feel himself sway at the words, his instincts firing up for just a moment until they nearly blinded Akito. His vision was blurry, but the one thing that remained clear was Tsukasa himself. Tsukasa and his downright pitiful expression. 

“...Huh?”

At the sound of Akito’s confusion, the tears in Tsukasa’s eyes began to run again, his form remaining its previous shakes. He curled in on himself, bringing his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them—if he tried hard enough, he could pretend his knees were Akito, and he’d feel the tiniest semblance of relief. Sobs wracked through his body, rocking him back and forth at the violent effort, and Akito watched on, helpless. 

Tsukasa’s wails filled the air, and the smell of citrus had come back, the orange notes coming through the lemon once again. 

“Please, Akito! Please!”

Tsukasa gripped the sides of his legs with a bone crushing strength, his fingertips going a yellowish-white at the effort. Akito stumbled, giving a whole body flinch at the power and desperation in Tsukasa’s voice. He took a tentative step forward, unable to help himself as he so, so desperately wanted to reach out and comfort the Omega in front of him. 

“I-I’ve– I’ve wa–... wanted you…” Tsukasa reached a hand up to wipe at his face, which was really for nothing as tears came to replace the ones he had dried, “f-for a year!”

Tsukasa clapped a hand over his mouth in an attempt to muffle his cries of distress, despite the fact it felt like his chest was splitting down the middle. He had never felt so utterly rejected, and for it to be from an Alpha had only made it worse. 

Akito stared, dumbfounded and at a loss for words. It was as though the world had stopped, and then abruptly opened up from underneath him, swallowing him whole. Tsukasa continued his sobs, his begging, pleading sobs, hoping that they would be enough to get Akito to take just one more step forward. Despite the fact he had felt rejected, his body continued to crave the touch of an Alpha—the only Alpha he’d ever truly want. 

Tsukasa voiced his thoughts.

“I’ve never… never w-wanted any-anyone–,” Tsukasa hiccuped, interrupting himself, “M-more than– than you!”

Akito didn’t know what to do. Every fiber of his being was pushing him, shoving him towards Tsukasa, yet his feet stayed still. He felt himself start to twitch, unaware of how he had taken a step closer to Tsukasa, and when the blonde noticed this, his scent went sickeningly sweet. 

“Please! Please!” 

Tsukasa uncurled himself from his ball, though his movements were slow and weak. Akito didn’t feel like he had control over his movements as he was pulled forward by an unexplainable force, feet stumbling over themselves and barely holding up his own weight until his knees buckled. Tsukasa was there with open arms to catch Akito, his expression pathetically relieved at having Akito close to him again. 

At the angle Akito fell onto the bed, he fell between Tsukasa’s legs, his own slotting like puzzle pieces with Tsukasa’s. He pushed his upper body forward until Tsukasa had his back pressed up against Akito’s sheets, his hair fanning out on the blankets like a golden halo around his head. The strands were clumped together slightly with sweat, but Akito had never seen anything so alluring. 

Akito’s forearms came to cage Tsukasa’s head, his upper thigh pressing into Tsukasa’s crotch as he rested more of his body weight onto the blonde. Tsukasa gave a high pitched, pitiful whine, back arching and hips bucking into pressure. It was hardly anything, but it was the most relief Tsukasa had gotten his entire life. 

Akito didn’t move, and he himself didn’t have a clue on how he was able to hold back—but regardless, he held back. He stared down at Tsukasa, who was gradually losing himself to the cloudy sheen over his irises, and Akito knew he wasn’t much better. He was slipping out of control fast, much faster than he had ever experienced before. The sensation scared him, but the part of his brain that recognized this is what he was made for calmed his never ending nerves.

Akito’s lips parted, breath mingling with Tsukasa’s, though he didn't press down any further. Tsukasa lazily blinked, unfocused and out of rhythm as he panted onto Akito’s face.

“Tsukasa…” 

Akito whispered into the minimal space between them, watching in fascination as Tsukasa’s eyes cleared at the sound of Akito’s voice. He opened his eyes just enough to where he could make contact with Akito’s, and Akito nearly collapsed at the sight. His irises had turned to voids, more reminiscent of a golden rimmed black hole than anything else. It was absolutely stunning. 

“You need to be absolutely serious with me… b-because once we start, I–... I don’t have any contr–”

Tsukasa grabbed Akito by his tie, yanking him down until their lips collided. 

Almost as though it was second nature, their lips slotted together, Tsukasa’s bottom lip clutched between both of Akito’s. He pressed them into Tsukasa’s, closing ever so slightly until he pulled back, opening them once more. Tsukasa followed his rhythm easily, their lips sliding between each other’s while spit collected between the flesh. 

Akito felt as though he was watching from afar, his soul phasing out of his body as he let his instincts fully take over his being. His thigh that was pressing Tsukasa’s cock began to roll in gentle circles, the whines from Tsukasa’s throat growing high pitched and needy. Soon, the room filled with the sickeningly sweet smell of citrus and the sharp scent of freshly fallen pine. 

Akito and Tsukasa tilted their heads simultaneously, tongues meeting in the middle as their minds seemed to connect. They pressed into the other harder, as though it would help them merge into one being. It did nothing but help Akito push his tongue further into Tsukasa’s mouth, exploring the wet heat until he pulled it back to press their lips harder together. When the pressure on their lips released, their tongues met once more, and Tsukasa gladly let Akito push his own back into his mouth, running over it until their saliva had combined. 

Tsukasa’s hips jerked and rutted against Akito’s thigh desperately, the wet stain on his pants growing darker and darker until his entire crotch was drenched, practically reaching his pockets. Akito was in a similar situation, though he appeared much more put together, as he was clean everywhere else except for his cock.

Tsukasa on the other hand had been steadily leaking slick, which had completely soaked the backside of his pants, reaching all the way down to the back of his knees. It had gone through the thick layers of Tsukasa’s school pants, rubbing into Akito’s sheets until they, too, were drenched. 

Akito didn’t notice, but even if he did, he wouldn’t have cared. His instincts would keen at the thought of Tsukasa rubbing his slick across his bed, marking Akito’s most private space as his own. His eyelids were still fluttered shut, his senses full of the taste of Tsukasa and the smell of his delicious slick while his mind focused on rolling his thigh and running his tongue through Tsukasa’s mouth.

Their lips made wet, smacking sounds, hardly audible over Tsukasa’s whines and Akito’s groans. Akito let his hands move to Tsukasa’s hair, his fingers tangling with the blonde strands and travelling through until they reached the nape of his neck. 

Tsukasa shuddered at the feeling of his Alpha’s hands against his scalp, a chill running down his spine and spreading through his veins. It was a welcomed change against the violent, feverish heat that had taken over his body, and Tsukasa grabbed Akito by his face, pulling him down as a wordless way to beg for more. 

Akito could have smirked against Tsukasa’s lips, which had soaked with their saliva, the droplets gradually running down his chin. Akito scratched Tsukasa’s scalp lightly, pressing significantly hard into Tsukasa’s dick and feeling him squirm underneath him, hips slightly stuttering in their frantic thrusts.

Tsukasa lost control of the kiss as his lips parted in a gasp. Akito took advantage of the opportunity presented to him, the glint in his eyes devilish as he grabbed a chunk of Tsukasa’s hair right by his scalp and pulled. 

Simultaneously, Akito bit down on Tsukasa’s bottom lip, rolling his hips in a wave motion so their bulges just barely rubbed together.

“Nngh– Aki–! Ah~!”

Tsukasa cursed as his body convulsed, each muscle tensing as his eyes squeezed shut uncomfortably tight. Akito leaned back, watching in amazement while Tsukasa shook beneath him, his hips stuttering and chasing the sensation of rubbing against Akito’s bulge. Akito rubbed the place he had yanked with the pads of his fingers, soothing any remaining pain, eyes wide as he watched Tsukasa come undone in his hands.

There was a warmth slowly spreading on Akito’s thigh, and without looking down, he knew what it was. The flush on Tsukasa’s face had spread down to his neck, a glossy sheen of sweat making him glow as he continued to convulse and whine. Akito thought he looked absolutely ethereal, lips parted in loud, high pitched noises of pleasure while his eyebrows were drawn upwards. 

Tsukasa was nothing less than pathetic, finishing just from a lip bite alone. 

Tsukasa’s moans of overstimulation were like music to Akito’s ears, though he couldn’t believe the sight in front of him; Tsukasa coming down from his orgasm, body shaking and weak, sensitive to any kind of touch. 

And when Akito glanced down, he was still hard. 

“A-are you–?”

“God, yes, just touch me!”

When Tsukasa’s eyes peeked open again, they were unfocused and only had a cloudier glaze over them. Akito was surprised he could even get out a coherent sentence, but the willpower of a needy Omega was nothing to be fought. Akito didn’t waste any time in peeling himself off Tsukasa, hands going to his tie to loosen it.

Once it was good enough to pull over Tsukasa’s head, Akito shakily unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt, Tsukasa’s hands coming up to do the same on Akito’s. They fought to get the other’s clothes off first, and as a result, their hands and arms became tangled in one anothers. In their heat and rut crazed minds, they didn’t have the energy to be frustrated over their lack of coordination, too focused on getting their skin pressed together to care. 

Akito didn’t know if he popped a few buttons yanking Tsukasa’s shirt open, growing impatient and not bothering to pull it over his head. Tsukasa didn’t seem to care either, simply lifting up his torso to let Akito pull it off his arms. Tsukasa’s hands had gone back to himself, and Akito took the opportunity to give his own shirt a familiar fate—this time, he did see a few buttons fly in places they shouldn’t have gone, but he would worry about buying a new dress shirt later.

For now, Tsukasa’s chest was completely bare and glowing with sweat, his own looking the same. 

Akito greedily soaked up the sight, hands running across the ridges of Tsukasa’s light muscles and growing more turned on with every touch. Tsukasa arched his back when Akito finally made contact with his chest, his own hands going to grip at Akito’s shoulders, clawing at him to get closer.

“Oh– Oh yes, yes please,” Tsukasa moaned, coming out breathy and quiet as he tried to get Akito’s chest to touch with his own. 

When it finally did, Tsukasa let out another whine, a hand going to the back of Akito’s head to connect their lips once more. They resumed the ritual from earlier, lips slotting and tongues meshing in an easily won battle. The dried out saliva meant nothing when Akito had his lips between Tsukasa’s, coating them in his spit again and running his tongue along the teeth marks he had made earlier. 

A quick swipe was all Akito needed to flinch at the touch of his slightly sharpened fangs, but Tsukasa only seemed to moan louder when he felt them graze his bottom lip again. His hips went back to thrusting into Akito’s, their position allowing their cocks to rub against each other through the layers of fabric.

When Tsukasa pressed his bulge onto Akito’s, their mouths separated as they both let out a gasp, Akito’s eyes fluttering open to look down at where they collided. Just simply admiring where they brushed against each other, more precum began to ooze from his tip, soaked up by the already wet fabric. Akito couldn’t tell whether his pants were so wet because of his overproduction of precum or because of Tsukasa’s mixture of slick, precum, and semen—but either way, it only turned him on further.

At the forefront of his mind all he could think of was how their pants were still on, which was preventing his Omega from feeling the much needed relief that he craved.

Akito unknowingly let out a growl, separating from Tsukasa unwillingly so he could unbuckle his belt. Tsukasa whined at the loss, but when he heard the sound of metal on metal, his eyes began to shine with a swirl of pleasure and excitement. 

Akito stumbled over himself, hucking off his shoes and socks in order to get his pants and boxers off, but once they were gone he turned to Tsukasa, who already had his own belt undone. Akito smirked, a low rumble of appreciation coming from his throat, watching in delight as Tsukasa melted at the sound. Akito shooed Tsukasa’s shaking hands away from his belt, yanking his pants and underwear down at the same time, pulling them off with his shoes when he made it to his feet. 

The clothes and shoes were discarded haphazardly to a random spot in Akito’s room, which was much less significant than the sight that graced his eyes.

Tsukasa was completely bare, arms above his head and legs slightly spread while he donned a needy expression, lightly biting his bottom lip. Red, leaking, and poking his stomach as it twitched under Akito’s analytical gaze was Tsukasa’s dick, pretty and perfect.

And all for me.

Akito felt a violent sense of pleasure and protectiveness wash over his body, making him go lightheaded the longer he admired Tsukasa’s body. The blonde squirmed ever so slightly under Akito’s gaze, and Akito quickly put an end to it by placing his hands on Tsukasa’s waist. 

“Mmngh… please… Akito…”

Tsukasa whispered his name, eyes brimming with tears once more, but Akito couldn’t tear his eyes away from his cum soaked, leaking cock long enough to glance up at Tsukasa’s face. He rubbed tender, loving circles into Tsukasa’s waist, adjusting himself until he straddled Tsukasa’s thighs, his own painfully hard dick just barely grazing the soft skin. Akito felt an electric current shoot through his veins, letting out a quiet groan at the light stimulation. Tsukasa let out another bashful whimper. 

“‘Please’ what, Omega?”

Akito finally flickered his gaze up to Tsukasa’s eyes, the breath pushed from his lungs at the wrecked sight he was met with. Tsukasa’s bottom lip trembled, fresh tears making tracks along the apples of his permanently red cheeks, whereas his irises had gone completely black. 

Tsukasa was gone. 

He proved Akito’s point by slightly arching his back, letting his head fall back as he let out needy, pathetic whines.

“T-touch me! Please!”

Akito let out a shuddering exhale, abdomen swimming with desire as he pushed himself forward, his cock making contact with Tsukasa’s.

Akito would have liked to take his time, but with how Tsukasa let out a window shattering moan at the lightest touch, he couldn’t help but spit on the colliding flesh, wrapping a hand around them both. 

Both of them were plenty wet from a mixture of precum, semen, and slick, so the spit was technically unnecessary, but it was second nature for Akito. He brought his hand up until the skin between his thumb and pointer rested just under their heads, then he brought it back down in one smooth swipe. 

Tsukasa arched his back further at the touch, and Akito felt himself get lost in the short sensation, keeling over Tsukasa’s body. He put his other hand out on Tsukasa’s waist to steady himself, eyes wide and unblinking, scared he would miss a single second if he blinked. 

Akito brought his hand up once more before bringing it back down, squeezing gently when he reached their bases. Tsukasa bucked up into Akito’s hand, his cock rubbing against Akito’s and giving them both much needed stimulation—Tsukasa’s legs trembled, and Akito was mesmerized by both the feeling and the sight. 

Akito let himself be consumed by the feeling, pushing his hand up again and bringing it back down swiftly, setting the pace for a steady rhythm. He would squeeze when he reached their bases, making Tsukasa twitch into his touch and storing the vision away for later use. 

While Akito’s hand worked on their cocks, his other trailed up Tsukasa's smooth, toned chest, fingers splaying out across his pale stomach. He rubbed circles into the supple flesh for a moment before letting his hand roam further, going up until his fingers were cupping Tsukasa’s pecs. 

“Aki– Akito– Nngh.. p-please, do-don’t stop…”

Tsukasa’s mouth babbled words Akito could hardly make out, his mind lost in the bliss that Akito’s hands provided. Akito felt a strange sense of pride, watching Tsukasa twitch and squirm when he squeezed or moved his finger to rub at the slit on the head of Tsukasa’s cock. Akito could have gotten off on Tsukasa’s pleasure alone, not needing stimulation for himself. 

On top of that, Tsukasa had worked out enough to where he had developed a little bit of a chest, and Akito couldn’t help himself as he squeezed the muscle, mouth watering when Tsukasa whimpered and moaned. His other hand sped up the pace, a wet, slippery sound coming from where they connected as precum oozed from their tips, looking like it was done in sync. 

Tsukasa started twitching uncontrollably underneath him again, his moans turning high pitched, and Akito brought a thumb up to run over Tsukasa’s nipple. 

When he did so, Tsukasa’s body cramped up, hips stuttering as they attempted to thrusting wildly into Akito’s grasp. Akito felt a sick sort of satisfaction, his hand going to squeeze at their tips where a bundle of nerves rested just under the head. He massaged them together, his own hand shaking as the coil in his abdomen tightened frighteningly fast.

“Nngh! Ah, ah~ A-Alpha!”

Tsukasa moaned out the nickname he had given Akito, his senses overwhelmed at Akito massaging their g-spots together. White hot streaks of cum shot out of Tsukasa’s, tip painting his stomach white and getting over their cocks. 

At the sensation of Tsukasa’s warm semen pooling over Akito’s head, Akito’s hips thrusted once, hand squeezing almost painfully tight and jerking becoming erratic. He shut his eyes tight until black dots filled the space behind his eyelids, letting out an animalistic groan when he felt himself finish against Tsukasa’s cock. 

“Ah… Fuck, Tsu– Tsukasa!”

Akito cried out his name, forearm burning and muscles tensing all at once, a ringing sound filling his ears. His senses were full of the pine he routinely shed off himself, and he searched frantically for Tsukasa’s comforting, sweet citrus scent. When it finally hit him, he felt the coil finally snap, his dick pulsing while his fingers went warm as something coated them.

Tsukasa whimpered, eyes wide and pleading while he watched Akito cum onto him, their dicks still pressed harshly against each other as Akito rode out his orgasm. Tsukasa’s mouth watered when he saw his semen splatter onto his stomach, mixing with his own and turning his skin milky white. Tsukasa could almost go dizzy, admiring the painting that they had made on his own body. 

Akito slumped when his muscles finally ceased their tension, hand going limp as his forearm seared with a painful strain. Akito let it rest, weak and tired against his own thigh, lips parted as he panted out hot, heavy breaths. His mind spun around itself, blinking to try and get Tsukasa to become one figure again instead of three different transparent ones. 

Tsukasa gave a wobbly smile, his chest warming and his instincts purring when they saw the state Akito was in. Tsukasa let himself be greedy, admiring Akito’s obvious toned muscles, eyes delving into the crevices that the shadows accentuated. His tan skin glowed honey under the yellow light of his lamp, and Tsukasa felt himself nearly drool at the comparison. 

Akito gave a low hum, letting his eyes droop shut as he stared down at Tsukasa’s cum stained stomach. A swirl of emotions travelled from his chest to his abdomen the longer he stared at the concoction, and he hardly thought as he ran two fingers through the mess. Tsukasa shivered at the touch, watching Akito collect a combination of both of their semen on his fingers. His eyes widened as Akito leaned over him, caging him in on one side while his cum covered hand inched closer to his face.

Tsukasa was a smart man. He didn’t need to be asked to open his mouth; he parted his lips willingly.

Akito smirked as he smeared the semen on Tsukasa’s tongue, hardly waiting for it to go back into his mouth before he leaned down to capture his lips in another kiss. 

This kiss was especially sloppy, with Akito trying to get as much of the taste of their cum as he could. Their tongues collided, curling around each other and twisting until they were both satisfied—which seemed like never. Their lips danced in a choreographed performance, slipping together and sliding out of place as though they had been practicing all their lives. Akito cupped Tsukasa’s jaw, running his thumb across his cheek with a soft tenderness that juxtaposed their previous actions. 

It made Tsukasa’s eyes go misty, chest full and happy. 

Akito let their lips slide together for a few more moments, savoring the taste and feel of Tsukasa’s smooth, wet tongue on his own for just a little longer until he separated from the blonde. He smirked at how Tsukasa chased after his lips, but Akito kept him still with the hand on his jawline. 

They stared at one another for a few seconds, black rimmed with gold meeting black rimmed with green. An identical flush decorated both of their faces, a similar heat permeating off both men’s bodies. Akito adjusted himself, the position getting uncomfortable for his hips, and going to settle in between Tsukasa’s thighs instead. Their cocks brushed against each other for a moment, but nothing more was done about it than a simple breathy moan.

This new position offered new ideas; Tsukasa had his thighs wrapped around Akito’s hips, which caused the slick that had gradually been building up inside of him to gush onto the sheets, likely soaking into the mattress. Akito would gladly let it do so. 

Instead of acting on his urges, Akito allowed himself to put some weight on Tsukasa, their chests pressed up against each other. He lifted his other hand, going to bury it in Tsukasa’s hair while Tsukasa’s nails dragged slow, lazy lines in Akito’s back. The up and down motion was soothing, and just for a moment, the two of them held back their instinctual desires.

It pooled in their abdomens, visible in the glint in their eyes and the twitch in their muscles, yet they both subconsciously agreed to hold back for a minute. It wasn’t easy by any means, but it was what they both truly wanted to do—not the Omega's or Alpha’s wants, but Tsukasa and Akito’s. They wanted to bask in the afterglow, taking in each other's presence while their minds were clear enough to do so. 

Akito gulped back emotion that developed in his throat, brushing his fingers through Tsukasa’s hair and undoing any obvious tangles. Tsukasa drew shapes into the muscles that made up Akito’s back, a lovesick smile on his lips—a similar look on Akito’s. They admired the other’s face, never given the chance to do so at such an angle until now, and finding tiny details about each other that they hadn’t seen before. Tsukasa saw the light freckles that decorated Akito’s nose, and Akito saw the tiny, light freckle just below Tsukasa’s eyebrow.

Akito took a shaky inhale, his eyes admiring the freckle with a strange amount of adoration. Tsukasa watched him do so silently, and when Akito slightly shifted upwards to press a gentle kiss to it, Tsukasa let his eyes flutter shut. 

Akito left his lips on the beauty mark for a second longer than he should have, and when he moved back to his original position, Tsukasa’s eyes opened with a starstruck gleam that wasn’t there before. He giggled when Akito left a short, chaste peck on the tip of his nose, lips spreading into a stupid, toothy grin. When Akito saw the corners of Tsukasa’s mouth turn upwards, he couldn’t help himself as he pressed kisses to them as well.

This elicited more giggles from the blonde, who was lightly scratching at Akito’s back now, stomach fluttering with the familiar butterflies of a crush. Akito couldn’t get enough of the sound, and soon he found himself placing kisses all over Tsukasa’s face, peppering them light enough to where they just barely tickled. He left multiple on Tsukasa’s flushed cheeks, kissing down the tear tracks until he reached his jaw line. Then he trailed across Tsukasa’s jawline, making his way to the other side of his face until he went back up the tear marks. From there, Akito left tiny, gentle kisses wherever he pleased. Wherever his eyes landed was where his lips eventually did as well, with uncontrollable, adorable giggles coming from the man beneath him.

Akito kissed Tsukasa’s face until he was gasping for breath and Akito was getting tired of moving, eventually slumping back on Tsukasa’s chest to his original position. They had identical lovesick grins on their faces, and this time, Tsukasa buried his hands in Akito’s hair. Akito continued to rub his thumbs on Tsukasa’s cheeks, his palms cupping his jawline and fingers spreading around his ears. 

With their noses just a centimeter apart, Akito gazed into Tsukasa’s eyes as though he’d never get to again. He swallowed around a lump in his throat, attention dancing across each feature of the blonde's face until it eventually landed back on Tsukasa’s lips.

“... You’re perfect.”

Tsukasa’s cheeks bloomed a cute pink, smile widening impossibly so. His eyes crinkled under the pressure of his smile, and he shook his head slowly, looking like he disagreed with Akito’s statement. Akito lightheartedly raised an eyebrow, his soft, content expression never leaving his face, and Tsukasa gave one last giggle before he responded:

“Only for you.”

Akito’s breath caught in his throat, gaze slowly travelling up Tsukasa’s face until it made contact with his eyes. To his delight, the sunset color that Akito had come to adore had made its reappearance. 

But as soon as Akito had looked at him, Tsukasa’s pupils pulsed as they dilated. 

Not necessarily out of lust, but out of love. 

Akito’s lip wobbled with emotion, a warmth at the back of his eyes threatening to make itself known through tears. To prevent his vision from going misty, Akito slid his eyelids shut over soft, mesmerized eyes, Tsukasa following his example. It was a sign as clear as any. 

Their connection was slow. Lips were gentle and their pressure was minimal, but they still slotted together as though it was what they were made to do. Akito and Tsukasa held the position for much longer, slowly disconnecting their lips before pressing them together again. Their kisses were drawn out and soft, tongue just barely peeking through as though they were asking a tentative question. 

Even when granted access, their dance was slow and tender. Tsukasa ran his fingers through Akito’s hair, lightly brushing his fingernails against his scalp until he felt the other boy shiver in delight. It wasn’t anything extreme, but it was enough to make Akito’s chest swirl with a deep rooted adoration, his breath hitching against Tsukasa’s cheek. When Tsukasa lightly scratched at the nape of his neck, Akito exhaled, fanning the air across his face with a light moan. 

Their kisses stayed just as slow and just as delicate, even while Akito adjusted himself to touch Tsukasa a little easier. He ran his hands up and down Tsukasa’s sides, hands soft and moving leisurely. His fingertips would press into the skin and then he’d smooth out any possible imperfections as though Tsukasa was delicate enough to break. Akito treated him like he was porcelain. 

Tsukasa keened under Akito’s featherlight touches, letting out quiet, airy whines when his thumbs grazed his nipples once again. Akito lightly pressed into the gradually hardening nub, rolling it under the pad of his thumb until Tsukasa arched into his touch, lips stuttering as he lost focus of the kiss. 

But Akito stayed level headed, and he took full control. His tongue moved along Tsukasa’s just as slow as it always did, lips moving between his with the same amount of delicacy as before. He kept up a consistent rhythm, content to keep it as long as Tsukasa would allow him to. When Akito wanted to tease the poor boy, he’d lightly drag the tips of his fangs across Tsukasa’s bottom lips until he was letting out breathy whines against Akito’s face.

Akito moved his hands to Tsukasa’s thighs, palms easily sliding over the soft, smooth skin. He repeated the same process as before; rubbing the tensing muscles until they relaxed under his touch, then running up and down the pale milky skin with a care that Tsukasa had never seen in Akito until now. When Akito got mischievous, he would release his touch until just his very fingertips remained, and he’d run them up and down Tsukasa’s inner thighs until he was trembling, letting out quiet moans against Akito’s lips. 

When Akito was certain he had Tsukasa hard and leaking precum against his own stomach again, he put his hands back on Tsukasa’s cheeks, giving one last kiss before separating. He hardly even needed to look down, as the violent red color in the corner of his eye was enough proof for Akito. Tsukasa’s panting, blissed expression was pleasant evidence, as well.

Akito gazed into his Omega’s eyes with a soothing, lovesick look in his own, his lips curled into a teasing, soft smile. Tsukasa melted into the bedsheets, thighs twitching ever so slightly as slick made a large, uncomfortable puddle beneath him. He begged Akito with his eyes, and Akito pressed one last tender kiss to his nose before pulling away. 

“Would you be okay with me going inside of you?”

Akito whispered into the air between them, watching with pleasure as Tsukasa’s pupils dilated, eyes darkening as lust swirled within his golden sunset irises.

“Please.”

Akito brought a thumb to Tsukasa’s bottom lip, parting it slightly before he leaned down, capturing the flesh between his own. Tsukasa was happy to press into Akito’s touch, hands going to cup his face to hold him still, scared that if he let go, the moment would be over. 

Akito’s hands replayed their path from earlier, leaving teasing, pleasurable touches along Tsukasa’s chest until he made it to his abdomen. His front was still sticky with cum—and it had made it onto Akito’s when he laid on top of the boy—but Akito couldn’t find it in him to mind. If anything, his fingers getting caught in the remains of their semen only sent more blood rushing through his body, encouraging his hands to take it a step further.

Akito kneaded the flesh on Tsukasa’s thighs, scooting backwards so he would have a little more room for later. Tsukasa had kept his face steady throughout Akito’s journey across his body, but now that Akito was getting ready, he gave one more, lasting tender kiss before separating. Akito leaned back, flashing him a charming grin with his canines on display. He relished in how Tsukasa shuddered as he gazed at them.

Akito looked down, finally making eye contact with what he had been waiting for. Between Tsukasa’s thighs was his puffy, pulsing, leaking hole. Underneath his lower half was a generous puddle of slick, and Akito had to resist letting his surprise show on his face—he wasn’t aware an Omega could produce so much, especially on their first heat.

But that did nothing except encourage Akito, his fingers twitching to touch, to grab.

He allowed himself the pleasure of indulging, his right hand travelling down further between Tsukasa’s thighs while his left rubbed encouraging circles on Tsukasa’s inner thigh. Akito focused on his scent as he collected slick on his fingers by running them through the bedsheets, turning it comforting so his Omega would relax under his touch.

This was both of their first times, but this was Tsukasa’s first heat presenting as an Omega. Akito wanted—no, needed to make it perfect. 

Thankfully, Akito saw the effects of his scent change, as Tsukasa began taking deep breaths, gulping in the shifted air as though it were his life line. When Akito was satisfied with the amount of self-lubricant coating his fingers, he dragged a line across Tsukasa’s inner thigh, a warning for what was to come soon. 

The closer his pointer finger got to Tsukasa’s hole, the more slick it collected. Surrounding Tsukasa’s ass was a thick coating of the sticky self-lubricant, and distantly, Akito wondered what it tasted like. He pushed the thought away as his finger trailed across Tsukasa’s cheek, coming dangerously close to what Akito craved oh so badly—which was already pulsing with more of the glossy lube. 

Akito felt a hand grab the one resting on Tsukasa’s thigh, and he quickly flickered his gaze up to Tsukasa’s, staring into his desperate, needy eyes. Akito gave a smile, sending out another wave of his comforting scent as he held eye contact.

“Are you ready?”

Tsukasa let out a pitiful whine, eyes brimming with tears as he scooted himself down. Akito furrowed his eyebrows when he felt his fingertip touch Tsukasa’s hole, and he pulled away to give Tsukasa a serious look.

“I want words, Tsukasa.”

“Yes!”

Tsukasa let out light pants through his parted lips, and Akito returned to his previous expression, his fingertip brushing against Tsukasa’s entrance. Tsukasa’s breath hitched at the feeling, Akito relishing in the sight of him spread out so beautifully underneath his hands. 

Akito slowly pushed his first knuckle in, the digit sliding in with hardly any restraint at all. Slick oozed out from around Akito’s finger, almost in sync with Tsukasa’s drawn out, heady moan.

Akito’s mouth began to water at the sight below him; Tsukasa’s cock jumping as it reacted to the new sensation, his finger slowly disappearing into Tsukasa’s leaking, twitching hole. Akito couldn’t help himself, delving down and opening his mouth until his tongue had touched the backside of Tsukasa’s tip. 

Tsukasa gave a full body twitch, the hand that was gripping Akito’s hand flying to his hair.

“Oh my God…” Tsukasa drew out the vowel, lips parting as his mouth fell open, “Ah– Akito!”

Akito licked the underside of Tsukasa’s cock, starting from base and ending at the slit on his tip, lapping up the precum that spilled. In tandem with his tongue, Akito slowly dragged his finger out of Tsukasa’s hole, pushing back in when his tongue went to delve into the slit. Tsukasa’s thighs tensed, chest heaving with the effort of his heavy breathing. 

Now that Akito had his other hand free, he brought it to Tsukasa’s dick, holding it in a better position. Akito slid his finger out of Tsukasa’s entrance, wrapping his lips around his tip and dragging his tongue around the surface area at an agonizing pace. 

“Nghh~ Ah, ah–” Tsukasa let out short, cut off moans that matched the slow pump of Akito’s finger entering and leaving his hole, “H-Holy.. Oh– Oh my G–”

Tsukasa’s babbling turned to nonsense when Akito plunged down further on his dick, taking more and more of Tsukasa’s length in his mouth. Tsukasa was about average, so it wasn’t too much of a struggle—but it was tedious work keeping up with both his mouth and his finger. Akito focused on how his tongue had to curl around Tsukasa’s shaft while his finger had to press upwards as it entered Tsukasa’s hole, but he would gladly do it a million times over.

Akito popped off his tip with a wet, smacking noise, letting his left hand pump the shaft while he licked on the g-spot right under Tsukasa’s head. The bundle of nerves was easy to spot, and even easier to feel on the smooth expanse of his tongue, which Akito was grateful for. While he gave his mouth something easier to focus on, Akito teased Tsukasa’s hole with two fingers, rubbing around the ring of muscle before slowly penetrating it. 

Akito looked up at Tsukasa through his eyelashes, gauging his reaction to see how he was handling the new intrusion. The tension around his fingers was ever so slightly tighter, but just about as easy to enter as last time, so Akito didn’t think Tsukasa would have much trouble with two fingers. 

To confirm his suspicions, he saw Tsukasa’s thighs begin to tremble, his throat convulsing around whines and whimpers. Akito continued to pump Tsukasa’s dick into his tongue, but now that he had successfully gotten two fingers into his hole, he could continue with his mouth. He went back to wrapping his lips around the tip, teasing the slit with his tongue and feeling himself leak at how pretty Tsukasa moaned. 

Akito set a steady pace with his fingers, a little faster but scissoring them slowly, making sure the stretch wasn’t too much for his Omega. In reality, Akito knew that Tsukasa likely could have taken him without any previous fingering, but it would have been a little painful for a bit.

Akito also just liked to tease, which he made a point of doing by jamming his fingers upwards, feeling Tsukasa’s cock jump on his tongue.

“Mmfgh~ R-Right there…” Tsukasa mumbled in a blissed out, breathless tone, whimpers interrupting any future words.

Akito complied with his request, massaging the spot with the pads of his fingertips and humming pleasantly when Tsukasa twitched uncontrollably. Moans slipped from Akito’s mouth as well, feeling an immense pleasure from teasing Tsukasa’s prostate, rubbing circles over the little bundle of nerves. While he busied his fingers with Tsukasa’s prostate, Akito distracted his tongue with the g-spot underneath the head of Tsukasa’s cock, greedily swallowing the vast amount of precum that spilled out of the slit. 

Akito eventually stopped massaging Tsukasa’s prostate, resuming his usual pumps—though his tongue kept up its brutal kneading. Tsukasa’s whines had delved into pornographic territory, reaching pitches Akito was impressed Tsukasa was able to create with his own vocal chords.

Akito smirked when Tsukasa’s body tensed, and he quickly wrapped a hand around the base of Tsukasa’s cock, acting as a human-made cockring. He continued to make a wave motion with his tongue against the underside of Tsukasa’s head, the pumping of his fingers never ceasing as he rubbed his pads against Tsukasa’s prostate.

Tsukasa let out a particularly loud whine, expecting an orgasm to wrack through his body, then subsequently let out a sob when he felt Akito’s hand around the base of his cock. 

“No– no, no, no..” Tsukasa mumbled to himself, tears streaming down his face. If Akito wasn’t busy milking his cock, he would have licked them up himself. “A-Akito… alpha!”

Tsukasa called out to Akito, the grip in his hair springing tears to Akito’s eyes, though he quickly blinked them away. Akito left a tender kiss on Tsukasa's tip, his fingers rubbing circles over Tsukasa’s internal g-spot and feeling a satisfied swirl in his abdomen when Tsukasa’s body shook with violent sobs.

“Yes?”

“P-Please– I-I’m so good t-to you, Alpha,” Tsukasa moaned out the name as though it would influence Akito’s willpower—secretly, it did, but Akito pushed through, “Just– I’ll b-be even b-better, I-I prom– I promise!”

Tsukasa began to writhe, hands shaking uncontrollably as he went to grip the soaked bed sheets.

“But you’re already perfect, Tsukasa?” Akito whispered to him in a sickeningly sweet tone, tilting his head while he left more kisses on Tsukasa’s head, smirking when Tsukasa tried to hump his mouth. 

“I-I’ll be th-the best Omega f-for you, please,” Tsukasa begged, his tone desperate and pathetic as he whimpered out his pleas, “Y-You can pump m-me full of all y-your pups, please, just– just let me come!”

Something in Akito’s chest shifted, his gaze darkening while the surroundings around Tsukasa went blurry. 

His fingers faltered for a moment, pausing completely inside of Tsukasa as he caught up with his rapidly departing self control.

With one swift decision, Akito wrapped his mouth around Tsukasa’s tip again, the hand that was holding his base tight going to pump his shaft instead. 

Akito wasn’t even given the chance to continue fingering him before his semen splattered across the top of his mouth, splashing off and hitting the walls of his cheeks. Akito closed his eyes, basking in the sounds of Tsukasa’s downright filthy moans as he milked his poor, red cock dry, practically sucking the white streaks out of him. He stopped pumping Tsukasa’s dick, moving his hand to his thigh to feel the way his muscles contracted under his palm, shivering and tensing at his touch. It gave Akito such a sick sense of satisfaction knowing his Omega had experienced so much pleasure because of him. Akito hummed as he sucked the cum from his tip.

“Yes! Mmmgh– Th-thank you… thank you, Alpha… thank…”

Tsukasa trailed off, out of breath and hands going numb at the strength of the orgasm. He blinked, black dots decorating his vision for a few seconds before they slowly dissipated, turning purple, then blue, then green. Tsukasa simply laid there, twitching in a puddle of his own secretions as Akito cleaned up his fingers and cock, humming in pleasure at the taste.

Akito smiled in delight when he sucked the slick off his wrinkled fingers, recognizing the flavor that hit his tongue almost immediately; orange creamsicle.

Even his slick is sweet.

Akito stared down at Tsukasa, who was blinking slowly with a blissed smile on his face, lips darting out to wet dry lips. His softening cock looked adorable against his dirty, sweaty skin, but Akito knew it wouldn’t last for long. It was a shame, as Tsukasa looked so cute like this—but Akito wasn’t going to complain about an Omega’s ability to go round after round.

Akito laid on top of Tsukasa, leaning most of his weight on his forearms rather than on Tsukasa. He placed kisses along the wet tear tracks that ran down Tsukasa’s cheeks, taking his time giving his Omega the sufficient amount of apologies before making his way over to Tsukasa’s lips. Akito just gave him a few pecks, not enough to get him reacting again—he could tell the poor boy was tired after that one. 

Tsukasa snuggled up into Akito’s embrace, hands snaking around his waist to pull him closer. Akito gladly let himself be pulled, leaning down and leaving wet, lazy kisses across his collarbones. 

An Omega in heat could, and usually does, go round after round until their heat was over. Some prefer no break in between orgasms, whereas most others prefer to have a small break between them. Although a normal orgasm provides a great amount of relief for an Omega, nothing but full penetration from a Beta or a knot from an Alpha will truly cease the effects of a heat. Which explains Tsukasa’s enthusiasm to continue, even after now three orgasms.

But even if Tsukasa did prefer to go one after another, Akito cared for his health. It was suggested to have a break, so Akito was going to be sure Tsukasa got one—especially after having his orgasm denied. 

Akito left one last kiss on his collarbone before trailing them up his neck, taking his time until he got to the corners of Tsukasa’s mouth, where he left just a few more. Tsukasa blinked slowly at him, his face gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, but shining even brighter due to the content expression on his face. Akito tucked a sweat drenched tuft of hair behind his ear, placing a kiss next to his ear.

“You did so good, Tsukasa,” Akito hummed into his ear, nuzzling the side of his cheek with his nose, “You look so beautiful… for me… all for me…”

Akito’s instinctual desires led the words that slipped from his mouth, the fire in his stomach growing hotter and hotter when Tsukasa enthusiastically nodded his head, light pants brushing the hair next to Akito’s ear. Tsukasa rubbed the palms of his hands up and down Akito’s sweaty back, the damp, wet beads making it effortless to glide across Akito’s skin. Akito made a low, deep noise of content, inhaling Tsukasa’s scent until he felt himself go lightheaded.

Akito moved his nose down to right below Tsukasa’s ear, watching with interest as the smooth skin erupted with goosebumps. Tentatively, Akito left a kiss directly under Tsukasa’s ear—right at the top of his scent gland. Almost instantly, Akito’s senses were full of citrus, Tsukasa letting out quiet huffs of pleasure. Akito was getting drunk on the cute little sounds that dripped from Tsukasa’s lips like honey. 

Akito continued to leave open mouth, wet kisses up and down Tsukasa’s scent gland, the blonde slightly twitching at the shivering sensation that trailed up and down his spine. Akito ran a tongue along his fangs, feeling the sharp, almost deadly ridges that made up his teeth, a voice in his head giving him commands he knew he couldn’t follow through. Even while in rut, Akito had enough sense to know that his teeth weren’t allowed to pierce Tsukasa’s skin—even if Tsukasa begged. 

But they were allowed to make minor contact. 

Akito bared his teeth until just his fangs peeked out under his lips, opening his mouth until his lips were wrapped around Tsukasa’s scent gland. Akito applied the lightest of pressure, his fangs just barely grazing Tsukasa’s neck and dragging down until it reached the end of his jugular.

“Hah… Ah~... Aki–...” Tsukasa cut himself off, airy moans slipping from his mouth, “Y-You… you f-feel so…”

Tsukasa felt his vocal chords slip from his grasp, unable to formulate any coherent words the longer Akito scratched his neck with his fangs. Slick gushed from his used, stretched hole, his chest fluttering and burning with the desire to get bitten. To be marked.

Akito felt it when Tsukasa’s cock began to harden underneath his own, and he gave a devilish smirk to Tsukasa’s neck, not ceasing his light scratches. He ran over the little red marks he had made with his tongue, leaving drawn out, long kisses over them as well. Tsukasa arched into the touch, moving his head impossibly more to give Akito as much room as possible.

Akito leaned back to get a better view of Tsukasa, nearly collapsing over again at the sight of his Omega baring his neck at him so easily. 

Fuck…

Akito gulped, his instincts going haywire at the fact his Omega was presenting himself to him so willingly.

Tsukasa had no idea the effect that one simple act could have on an Alpha. 

Akito leaned back a little more, eyes trailing Tsukasa’s bare, reddened neck, soaking in the sight of his needy, lustful face. He roamed further down, passing over his chest and feeling his mouth water as he gazed at Tsukasa’s nipples. He hardly had to force himself to continue looking down Tsukasa’s figure, his cock jumping at the sight of their cum, now dried, on Tsukasa’s flat, toned stomach—the stomach that was steadily rising and falling as Tsukasa took deep, grounding breaths to control his desire. 

Akito let out a shaky exhale when he finally made it to Tsukasa’s abdomen, his dick returning to its previous state that Akito knew Tsukasa couldn’t leave for more than a few minutes. His heat had Tsukasa’s blood constantly rushing down, but Akito couldn’t get enough of it. He rested his hands on Tsukasa’s inner thighs, barely applying pressure as Tsukasa spread his legs for him. Just simply touching Tsukasa’s thighs had his cock twitching against his stomach, and Akito watched it with a greedy sense of pleasure.

Tsukasa grit his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as the pain in his abdomen became nearly unbearable. He had finished so many times, but the emptiness in his core still consumed his entire being, sending hot spikes of pain throughout his body. He felt he could come for hours, yet at the same time, believed he’d never be able to again.

Not unless he felt Akito.

It was a difficult feat for Tsukasa to convey this to his Alpha, as his words had escaped him and his tongue felt like an uncomfortably heavy weight in his mouth. He tried to thrust his hips upwards, spreading his legs while clenching and unclenching his hole. He knew Akito was watching, but he could only pray that the ginger had gotten his silent message—judging by how Akito’s breathing became audible as it got heavier, Tsukasa assumed he had.

Akito’s hands rubbed along Tsukasa’s inner thighs again, making the muscles under his fingertips twitch with want. It was a beautiful show, one that Akito never wanted to end, but his erection was becoming painful, and he knew his Omega was suffering the longer he went without what he truly needed. Akito clenched his teeth, gulping down his nerves.

“Tsukasa…”

Akito mumbled his name, getting the blonde’s attention. Tsukasa weakly turned his head, staring up at Akito with halflidded eyes that were glazed over in pain. Akito’s heart twisted at the sight, and his instincts itched to turn his pain into pleasure. Akito couldn’t stand seeing his Omega hurt. 

“Do you… know what a knot feels like?”

Tsukasa let out a broken, dry sob at the mention of it, back arching as he tried to shimmy down until he could feel Akito’s cock brush his skin. Akito kept him in place, taking steady breaths—he needed to make sure Tsukasa understood what he was about to get into.

“I… I need…”

Tsukasa couldn’t get out the last word, interrupted by a whine of pain as his abdomen sent another wave of a hot, blinding flush across his body. He thought he was going to melt into the sheets, his body was so warm. 

Akito bit his lip, feeling his fangs poke through the skin easily until blood pricked out of the wound—Tsukasa’s inability to talk, desperately trying to sink down on Akito’s cock all by himself, practically drooling onto Akito’s pillowcase; it was all too much for his rut crazed mind. His self-control was so close to nonexistent, it was a miracle Akito could keep his hips still. 

“C’mon, try to use your words,” Akito whispered, voice husky with lust and dripping with desire, “I need… I need verbal consent.”

Tsukasa let out a louder sob, shaking his head back and forth to say that he couldn’t, and Akito took his hands off of Tsukasa’s thighs. The effect was instantaneous, Tsukasa having a full body flinch as he chased for physical contact again—he hadn’t been without Akito’s touch on him in hours. The lack of contact had Tsukasa’s skin feeling like it was being branded, the searing, hot pain taking over his senses.

“Ple-ease…” Tsukasa broke up the word into two, his throat wrecked from sobbing, “I-I.. I n-ne– I need… mmngh!”

Tsukasa curled in on himself, legs attempting to close but being held open by Akito’s body. The sudden contact brought him a little relief, Tsukasa gasping at the cool sensation that flooded his lower half, spreading from the connection site. 

“I-It hurts, A-Akito!” 

Tsukasa opened his eyes, hands shaking violently as he went to grab Akito’s forearms, his vision blurry. He could hardly see Akito, only knowing he was there due to the shape and color of the blobs. 

Akito’s eyes widened, instantly coming down to press more of his skin against Tsukasa’s. He needed consent, but seeing his Omega in pain was torturous, and hearing Tsukasa verbally cry out his discomfort was too much to bear. 

Akito ran his hands across Tsukasa’s torso, shushing him gently and sending off comforting scents. Tsukasa melted into the touch, his whines of pain growing quieter as he smelled Akito’s pine, cooling under his palms. Akito grit his teeth, gulping as his head grew fuzzier and fuzzier. The closer he was to Tsukasa, breathing in the sweet orange creamsicle that shed off his body in harsh waves, the less Akito was able to comprehend the world around him. 

“Okay– okay, it’s okay, Tsukasa,” Akito whispered, panting the words out, “I-I just need a yes or a–”

“Yes!”

Tsukasa shouted, interrupting Akito and not having enough sense to care he was possibly being rude to an Alpha. His body was trembling with lust, covered in a warm blanket of his own neediness that felt like it was suffocating him, pressing down on his chest until it was difficult to take a breath.

“Yes… yes, yes– yes…!”

Akito’s mind went silent, a high pitched ringing in his ears blocking out Tsukasa’s words as his hands began to shake. He squeezed his eyes shut, taking a deep breath to try and hold onto his own mind, and realizing with horror that he couldn’t. He focused on his body, his brain, trying to formulate his own thoughts, and was mortified to find out that he failed. 

He was spectating a body he couldn’t control, overtaken by primal urges and instincts.

Akito opened his eyes, his vision sharper and more defined, watching as his own forearm went between Tsukasa’s legs. Distantly, he could feel his fingers enter Tsukasa’s hole, scooping up the slick that was steadily pushing itself out, and he caught himself growling when Tsukasa moaned with a smile. 

Akito grabbed as much slick that would fit on his hands before he brought it to his own cock, wrapping his fingers around the shaft and pumping vigorously. He covered his length in Tsukasa’s self-lubricant until he was satisfied that the orange creamsicle scent would cling to his skin for days—and only when he was happy with the smooth glaze over his cock did Akito bring his hands to Tsukasa’s waist, lining the head up with his entrance. 

Tsukasa gasped, his back arching while a freezing puff of air washed over his body, cooling the sweat that clung to his sticky skin. Akito’s tip against his puckering hole was everything that Tsukasa could have dreamed and more—it brought him relief, it made him feel that his purpose had been found and fulfilled. Tsukasa let out a loud, encouraging whimper, shaking his hips as he waited for Akito to finally push through. 

Akito folded Tsukasa’s legs, pushing them into his chest while he stared down at his own leaking cock brushing against Tsukasa’s hole. He brought a hand to grab at it, moving the tip up and down and spreading the slick across Tsukasa’s cheeks, mesmerized by the sight. Tsukasa moaned and whined at the sensation, going to hold his own legs so his Alpha wouldn’t have to. 

With Akito’s hands free now, he snaked them both around Tsukasa’s waist, making eye contact while he lifted the blonde up and flipped him over. 

Tsukasa made a noise of surprise, but when he realized their change in position, he braced his palms against the pillow and arched his back, pushing his ass into the air. Akito put his frantic, desperate hands on Tsukasa’s cheeks, spreading the flesh and staring while his beautiful, dripping hole fluttered expectantly at him. Now that they were in a position that was easier for Akito to handle as he was on his knees, he wasted no time in lining his cock back up with Tsukasa’s waiting entrance. 

“Yes, yes– y-yes, p-ple– Nnghh~!”

Tsukasa was cut off, letting out a high pitched, shrill gasp when Akito’s tip pushed through the muscle, sinking his length into Tsukasa with one, clean thrust. 

Akito didn’t push himself in slowly—as soon as his head was past the ring of muscle, he bottomed out until he felt his balls slap against Tsukasa’s. The motion made a wet, squelching sound that Akito could have drooled at, watching the excess slick pool out around the base of his cock and drip down his thighs. Akito let out a deep, guttural groan, hands kneading Tsukasa’s ass as he pulled out.

Tsukasa was tight around Akito’s cock, and it was as though Akito could feel every ridge inside of him as his head dragged against his walls. When he pulled out to where there was only enough room so that precum could drip into Tsukasa, Akito pushed back in, his length swallowed by Tsukasa.

“Mfghh! Y-Yes– Alpha, Alpha!” Tsukasa moaned, slightly muffled by the pillow. 

Tsukasa’s moans lowered and heightened in volume at the pace in which his face was pushed into the pillow, courtesy of the force of Akito’s thrusts. Akito slammed himself in and out of the damp heat, his grip bruising on Tsukasa’s hip bones as he pushed and pulled on the flesh, forcing the blonde to meet him in the middle. The friction rocked Akito’s bed, his bedframe knocking against his walls and the legs of his bed dragging against the floor, but it was hidden beneath the sounds of their skin slapping, Tsukasa’s moans, and Akito’s groans.

A rhythmic pace came natural to Akito as his tip dragged on Tsukasa’s prostate, brushing on top of it every time he bottomed out against his ass. His cock was being swallowed, and Akito had never felt anything better. It was as though his dick was throbbing, the pleasure that Tsukasa brought him sending waves of heat strong enough through Akito that his body began to tingle. 

Tsukasa’s own cock was bouncing in tandem with Akito’s thrusts, his tip slapping against his lower abdomen and dripping with precum onto the already stained sheets. Below Tsukasa, he could practically see through the fibers they were so wet; a mixture of his slick, their cum, and their precum coated Akito’s mattress. The room was full of the scent of lemony-pine, the warmth making it stuffy, but the scent itself smelling almost clean. It swirled around Akito and Tsukasa, wrapping them in strong ropes and forcing their bodies closer together.

Akito leaned over Tsukasa, pushing him further into the mattress and not letting up on his brutal pace. His skin slapped against Tsukasa with a violence that left red marks on both of them, but Tsukasa’s blissed out, encouraging whimpers made them both forget about it. With Akito’s chest pressing into Tsukasa’s back, his cock was able to slam into Tsukasa at a different angle, hitting places it hadn’t before.

Tsukasa’s prostate felt roughened and abused, but the sensation only made the coil in his abdomen tighten. In a strange sort of way, the body heat Akito was shedding onto him made Tsukasa feel cooler, and he pressed back into the skin-on-skin contact greedily. 

Akito moaned into Tsukasa’s ear, his heavy breathing pushing the sweaty, blonde tufts and tickling Tsukasa’s neck. Akito’s chest dragged up and down Tsukasa’s back with every thrust, his nipples rolling with the friction and bringing Akito more pleasure than he ever thought imaginable—as a result, his moans grew louder, his pants growing heavier. 

Tsukasa’s fingers gripped the pillowcase until his fingertips went white, feeling crushed by Akito’s weight and wanting nothing more than to let it suffocate him. Akito’s groans were driving him absolutely crazy, goosebumps spreading from his neck down his shoulders from where Akito’s breath tickled him. The sensation on his neck made Tsukasa tilt his head, showing more of it to his Alpha. 

Akito’s hips stuttered, staring at the bare expanse of Tsukasa’s neck. When they resumed their pace, it was impossibly brutal, his skin sticking to Tsukasa and feeling like velcro whenever he pulled back. Tsukasa’s slick dampened his thighs, sticky lines connecting their skin no matter how much Akito pulled away from him—it didn’t matter anyways, because only a second later, Akito would plunge back into the heat, driving Tsukasa into the bed until his prostate was aching. 

“Alpha– Alpha, yes– Y-you feel s-so, so… so–  Mmngh~!” 

Akito ran his tongue over his fangs, scraping the pink flesh to rid himself of the urge that gradually got stronger the longer that Tsukasa had his neck stretched. The scent gland was right under Akito’s nose, his septum brushing against it every time he pushed himself into Tsukasa’s entrance, driving Akito mad. He was huffing Tsukasa’s scent as though it would get him high, and he felt like a lovesick addict every time he took an inhale. 

Tsukasa let his body go limp, his hips held up by Akito’s cock alone. A starstruck, lazy smile was permanent on his lips, eyes rolling back as the coil in Tsukasa’s abdomen grew hotter and hotter, burning his insides. His cock was painfully hard, the blood rushing to it and turning it a darker red—though at the thought of Akito’s looking the same, pumping into him at such a deliciously rough pace, Tsukasa let out a loud, needy moan. Akito’s lust filled groans were spilling directly into Tsukasa’s ear, making the boy feel as though he were in Heaven.

“My…”

Akito stuttered, gasping for air as his senses became overwhelmed with the smell of Tsukasa’s orange creamsicle slick.

“Mine…”

Akito groaned, pulling out particularly slow before he slammed himself back in past the muscles of Tsukasa’s hole, Tsukasa’s face burning as it dragged on the pillowcase. The pain was hardly registered, as he let out a shaky whine.

“Y-Yours!”

Tsukasa screamed into the pillow, his body feeling light and airy as his orgasm crept up on his veins.

“I-I’m all yours!”

Akito growled, gritting his teeth as his fangs dragged against the bottom half. He brought up his arms to cage Tsukasa’s head, his forearms directly next to Tsukasa’s wide open, inviting neck. 

No more words were spoken, the two boys chasing their rapidly approaching orgasms as Akito’s thrusts grew sloppier and faster. Tsukasa tried to bounce back and meet him in the middle, the flesh on his ass bouncing as it slapped up against Akito’s thighs. The feeling of their bodies connecting, trying their hardest to become one was transcendent. Akito’s mind turned to static, his body feeling fuzzy and his muscles straining to keep his brutal thrusts consistent. 

Tsukasa had an evil grin on his lips as he turned his head just an inch, neck just a tad more visible. At the movement, Akito’s eyes zoned in on the scent gland that was shining with sweat, and at his next inhale, Akito’s gaze turned dark.

Tsukasa had changed his scent.

Though Akito had never smelled it before, his instincts recognized it instantaneously. 

Tsukasa was asking Akito to mark him.

Omega’s had a certain scent they released when they wanted to be bonded to another, one that was only able to release in specific situations—most commonly, while an Omega was in heat and being helped out of it by their partner. It was sharper, sweeter than their others, and incredibly dangerous. It drowned out the smell of anything else, even the potent Alpha’s rut scent.

It was dangerous in the sense that it was difficult to resist—once an Alpha smelled it, they couldn’t think properly. Their minds, if not already, were controlled by primal instinct, even the most strong-willed Alphas struggling to push past it.

The coil in Akito’s abdomen grew tighter and tighter, Akito’s body shaking as he pounded aggressively into Tsukasa’s tightening hole. Tsukasa’s body began to shake, his moans turning wild and frantic.

Akito’s vision went dark, running a tongue over his fangs while saliva dripped from his mouth. 

I can’t…

Tsukasa squeezed impossibly tight around him, back arching as his body convulsed, going completely still. 

I shouldn’t…

Akito’s mouth opened as he bared his teeth, giving a few more bruising thrusts until the coil in his abdomen snapped, eyes squeezing tight as he came. Tsukasa gasped, whining into the pillow while Akito’s cock began to grow, thickening until it stretched painfully inside of Tsukasa’s walls.

I need to…

Akito’s mouth closed around flesh, mind going fuzzy as his fangs sunk into something soft with almost too much ease. His senses were muffled, but the smell of blood filled his nostrils, drowning out the scent that Tsukasa had been releasing.

Akito’s body went still, giving tiny twitches as he rode out his orgasm, moaning into the flesh his teeth were piercing. It was hard trying to continue to thrust while his knot gradually expanded, but Akito still tried, pressing against Tsukasa’s prostate until he was milked dry. 

Tsukasa’s whimpers grew louder, his mind beginning to clear as his cock softened, his fourth and final orgasm coming out dry. His hole was burning as it stretched around Akito’s knot, and every twitch given by either of them just pressed Akito’s tip harder against his prostate. Now that his heat was over, the overstimulation had turned painful. 

But when Tsukasa adjusted his head, lifting his face from where it had been stuffed into the pillow, the scent of blood immediately filled his senses. He groggily blinked open his eyes, seeing droplets of red on the sheets next to his head, and his weary eyes grew wide. 

Akito took in shaky inhales, his brain going silent as the fog clouding it began to dissipate. His knot had completed its expansion, and he had been milked until nothing was left in him—now, he was stuck inside of Tsukasa, thickened cock clinging to the walls. His mouth was still clamped around flesh, teeth sunken and pierced through what he had bitten, warm blood filling his mouth. 

Tsukasa made a deep noise of fear in his throat at the sight and smell of the blood, his blood running cold when he realized what he had done before he came. His knowledge on Omega’s was limited, but somehow, someway, at the back of his mind, his instincts told him what he had done.

Tsukasa gulped, breathing becoming heavy—but when he felt a significant lack of pain on his neck, he grew confused. 

Tsukasa turned his head a little more, seeing Akito with his eyes squeezed tightly shut, fangs penetrating the skin of his own forearm.

The blonde let out a stuttering exhale, body melting into the sheets in relief, and he waited patiently for Akito to open his eyes.

When Akito finally did, the fuzzy edges around his mind fully cleared, and he blinked the blur from his vision. It took a few seconds, but when Akito finally was able to focus on what was in front of him—his bleeding, sore forearm—his eyes went impossibly wide.

Akito let out a groan of pain as he pulled his teeth out of his own skin, the muscle twitching at the drastic, traumatic change. He lifted up his head, blood dripping from his mouth and splattering onto the teeth-mark wound on his arm, droplets dripping down onto his pillow case. Only a few inches away was Tsukasa, staring at the wound with wonder and amazement in his eyes.

Akito sniffed the air, smelled the remnants of fear, but was glad to find that it was old. Cautiously, his gaze flickered from his red soaked forearm to Tsukasa’s face, his brain still not quite caught up with the gravity of their entire situation.

Tsukasa presented as an Omega. Akito helped his senior through his very first heat, making him finish four times. His knot was still buried deep, with no indication that it would shrink anytime soon. 

And to top it all off, he had nearly bonded with him. 

Akito gulped, the memories of the day stuttering and stumbling as they made their way back into his mind, and he felt his mouth go dry when he finally realized the position they had themselves in.

Tentatively, Akito tried to shift to get more comfortable, and Tsukasa let out a quiet whimper. Akito paused for a moment, almost scared of the sound, but when he began to feel his muscles burn with the effort of planking on top of Tsukasa for so long, he knew he couldn’t hold this position.

“Uhm–”

Akito mumbled with a shaky voice, laced with embarrassment and fear.

“I–... S-sorry, in advance…”

Akito carefully placed his hand on Tsukasa’s bare hip, turning them both onto their sides. Tsukasa hissed at the pain of moving, and when they finally settled, Akito spooning Tsukasa’s figure from behind, they both winced at how they were laying in a gradually cooling pool of their own bodily secretions. 

This position was much more comfortable for both of them though. Akito’s knot could gradually soften while inside of Tsukasa, their bodies flush up against each other, and they could lay down on their sides rather than on their stomachs. It was less taxing on their sore muscles, and Tsukasa would no longer be crushed by the weight of Akito on top of him.

Tsukasa took a few deep breaths, hands still twitching at the remnants of what he had done for the past couple hours. Akito’s arm had snaked its way across his waist in an attempt to make Tsukasa comfortable, but he couldn’t help the tension in his muscles. Now that he had a clear mind, everything had come flooding back to him.

The begging. The breathless moans. The confession before Akito ever laid his hands on him.

The care. The consent.

Tsukasa felt his chest swell with emotion, but he gulped back the lump. Behind his eyes it had begun to grow hot, but Tsukasa held back the tears; he had run himself dry, his eyes stinging with how parched they were. 

Tsukasa took another shaky inhale, and when he smelled that Akito had purposefully released his comforting scent, combined with the rubbing of his thumb against Tsukasa’s stomach, the blonde couldn’t help but relax. He leaned back into the touch, letting out a quiet sigh as he melted under the soft touches. 

Akito’s palm flattened out across Tsukasa’s stomach, trailing up until it reached his chest, where he tried to pull Tsukasa closer to him. His back was already pressing into Akito’s chest, but Akito still wanted to be closer. Even if things changed between them, even if they could never recover from this once they talked it out, Akito still wanted to comfort Tsukasa. God knows his life was about to change. 

But at the moment, all that mattered to Akito was keeping his Omega calm. Making him feel safe. 

And when Tsukasa tried to snuggle back into the warmth of Akito’s chest, Akito felt it swell with affection. Akito stuck his nose into the back of Tsukasa’s hair, inhaling the scent of his shampoo and subsequently melted into his sheets. Rubbing his thumb across Tsukasa’s collarbone, Akito let his eyes fall shut, not knowing that Tsukasa’s were doing the same. 

The exhaustion was creeping up on the two boys, the consequences of running through their rut and heat making itself known in their bones. Their bodies ached—Tsukasa significantly more—and just for a moment, they allowed themselves the pleasure of basking in the other's embrace. 

Akito’s knot had started to dissipate, but remained unbeknownst to them as their tired minds gradually slipped into a much needed sleep. They could deal with it later. They could deal with everything later. For now, they rested, minds oblivious to the world around them.