Untitled Part 26
Chapter Twenty Six: Virgin
Oikawa~
When Oikawa's conscious fluttered awake, his entire being was consumed by an intense pain, radiating down from his brain. He felt like someone had clubbed with a baseball bat... or a mallet. After a few minutes of psyching himself up, he pushed through the jarring ache and opened his eyes. The brightness of the room shot into his skull, renewing the shrieking pain he had worked so hard to combat.
"Mr. Oikawa! I'm glad to see you awake!" A cheerful voice called out from a few feet away, the new scent alerting him that its owner was an Omega.
"The lights..." He croaked out, his voice raspy from disuse. He pricked up his ears at the ringing sound of a continuous beep-- he was in a hospital...things must have gone pretty south if he had landed himself here.
"Oh! Let me get the blinds. Just a moment."
He heard the woman shuffling about on his left, fighting against what he could only assume were curtains. He hated that he couldn't see his surrounding. The blindness made him anxious and uncomfortable, more so than his throbbing head.
"Okay, all done. It should be better now."
He nodded slightly at her words, then cautiously open his eyes, pleased to find that the pain in his head retained its manageable level of discomfort. He blinked through his blurry vision and slowly glanced around the unknown room. It was devoid of light, aside from a a small, green lamp sitting atop a counter with a sink. However, it's mellow lighting was plenty enough to brighten his foreign surroundings.
Definitely in a hospital, he reaffirmed his previous assumption, but the room was much nicer than most he had seen-- and he had ample experience with hospitals. Most Omegas did.
The walls of the room were painted in chocolate brown hues and a large television was mounted against the plaster ahead of him. He gaze flickered over hung paintings of flowers, decorating the warm room with their calming images.
They reminded him of Suga...
Suddenly, a series of thoughts burst forward, vibrating his tense muscles with unchecked panic. What had happened? Why was he in the hospital? Where was his flock? Was everyone okay? Was he the only one who had gotten hurt?
"Oikawa, please try to relax," the Omega nurse began, gingerly holding his shoulder to reassure him with her tranquil scent. "Do you know where you are?"
"Hospital," Oikawa croaked again through cracked lips. His throat was so dry...when was the last time he had water?
"Do you remember what happened?"
What had happened? He was in the backyard and then...Kabuto. His memory rushed back in a whirlwind of terror and his body flooded with nausea. Hajime. Hajime had heard everything.
"I need...a bucket," he groaned, bile coating his throat, mere seconds from spewing out. He leaned forward, hoisting himself over the side of the bed, and the nurse swiftly placed a silver trash can beneath him. Milliseconds later, he was violently retching into it, dry heaving the empty contents of his stomach.
"What's...happening..." He managed to ask in between retches, panting with clammy sweat.
"Your body is just acclimating. Be patient. It will stop soon," the nurse cooed, rubbing his sweaty back in small circles to comfort him.
After what seemed like an eternity, the heaving stopped and he sat back, leaning into the pillows of the upright bed. He was exhausted.
"I paged the doctor. She'll be here in a few minutes," the nurse asserted, handing him a paper cup of water. "Small sips, otherwise you'll just throw it up again."
Oikawa complied, sipping slowly, doing his absolute best to ignore his throbbing head. His dry vomiting had renewed the stabbing pain in his brain.
After a few minutes, the door across from him opened and a woman waltzed into the room. She was beautiful-- freckled face with curly maroon hair.
"Mr. Oikawa!" She sang sweetly, swiftly crossing the room to stand by his bed. "I'm so glad to see you back in the world of the living! I'm sure you have lots of questions, but I need to do a few quick tests first, okay? Just bear with me for a moment."
Oikawa nodded and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He struggled to follow the pen in her hand as she methodically dragged it from side to side in front of his eyes. He struggled even more when she checked his pupils with her pen light. The flashing light nearly had him vomited all over again.
"Well, my dear, you definitely have a concussion," the doctor said with unbent sympathy, dropping the flashlight in a pocket of her white coat. "There is good news, though. I'm almost certain that it will clear up in the next twenty four hours, perhaps thirty. You certainly heal fast, even for an Omega!" She declared, giving him a toothy smile. Oikawa liked how cheerful she was, it was doing well to brighten up his sour mood. "I'm going to talk with your professor quickly, then we'll have a chat, alright?"
He nodded in understanding, happy to hear that he wasn't alone. At least his professor was nearby.
"Lydia, why don't you go and get Oikawa's friend?" He heard the doctor call to the nurse as she left the room.
Friend...he hoped it was Suga, or Keiji, or any of his nest really. As long as it wasn't Hajime, he couldn't bear to see the Alpha right now. Not after everything that happened. He sat back into the soft bedding and pulled a small pillow into his lap, hugging it against his chest. He didn't want to think about his Alpha...Kabuto and Jime had spoken so many hard truths-- they had said things that Oikawa never wanted Hajime to know. Not ever.
"O--Oikawa?" A soft voice tore him from his dark thoughts with its motherly tone. Suga .
He glanced over to the doorway and saw his silver friend, smiling sweetly back. His body began to shake and hot tears blurred his vision-- he was so thankful for a familiar smell, for a familiar face that he trusted.
"Suga..." He managed back between soft sobs. "I'm so glad...you're...here."
The silver Omega quickly closed the gap between them and gingerly climbed onto the bed. He nestled himself into the white covers, cradling Oikawa in his slender arms.
"Oh, Oikawa...I'm so happy you're awake, my love," he sang sweetly, blanketing them with a scent of happy tranquility.
"Is everyone okay?" Oikawa whispered into the boy's chest, banishing a fleeting image of Hajime from his fragile mind.
"Everyone is fine. Miyo sent them all home this morning. Hajime, too."
Oikawa let out a sigh of relief, glad to hear that his Alpha was nowhere near. He didn't have the mental fortitude to face the boy, not yet. He needed time to form a game plan.
"What happened...to me?" He asked with a sniff, nestling deeper into the covers.
"I don't think..."
"Please tell me," he sobbed into the silver Omega's grey shirt, darkening it with his tears. "I need to know. Please tell me. You know I need to know."
He knew that he was overwhelmed by his lacking information. Uncertainties had always frightened him, suffocating him with unwitting dread.
"Kabuto..." Suga whispered, stroking his chestnut hair with his nails. "He hit your face into the faucet for the garden hose..."
Smashed his face...that fucker.
"Is it bad...?" Oikawa asked, somewhat hesitant to find out the answer. He wouldn't consider himself vain, but he did value his appearance.
Suga paused, sheepishly playing with the ends of hair. "Yeah...it's pretty bad. I'm...I'm sorry..."
Oikawa was grateful that his nestmate had the decency to be honest with him.. .as expected from Suga. The silver Omega understood him better than most-- knew that he was strong enough to handle the truth, no matter of vile it was.
He shuffled out of his friend's warm embrace and rested his aching back against the headboard behind him.
"Let me see. Let me see how bad it is," he stated plainly, his tone unwavering with resolve.
He needed to know how bad it was. He needed to see what Kabuto had done.
"Are you sure?" Suga whispered quietly in question, fumbling with his phone in his hands.
"Yes. I need to see."
Suga sighed, his mouth set in a hard line as he unlocked his phone and handed it over. Oikawa took a deep breath to steady himself and wiped away his stray tears. He was not prepared for the unflattering photos of his damaged face, but he did well to shrug it off. He hated being upset, it wasn't worth his time.
He furrowed his brows, analyzing the images as he furiously swiped through them. A long and nasty laceration ran down the left side of his face-- starting at his hairline then curving down under his bloodshot eye. Its entire length was plastered with stitches and the skin around it maintained a deep purple hue of bruising. He looked at the photos for a few more minutes, testing out different angles, doing well to desensitize himself to the injury. When he realized that the angry wound was not going to cleanly heal, he clicked off the phone and dropped it into his lap-- it was going to scar.
"Well, at least the fucker missed my eye," he said at last, his raspy voice returning.
"Lucky, lucky..." His silver friend whispered in empathetic agreement, granting him a small smile of support.
Oikawa bumped the silver boy with his shoulder, trying to change the pensive mood of the room. "Hey, aren't you the one who's supposed to be cheering me up? Isn't that how this works~~"
Suga quietly chucked and playfully poked him back in the arm. "I don't know how you do it, Oikawa. You always keep calm and joke around. It blows my mind."
Oikawa blushed at the honest compliment. He was upset about his damaged face and the scar it was going to leave behind, but he was happy to be alive. Happy that he would live to see another day.
"Hey!" He tried to chirp, but the word came out as a harsh croak. "Let's send everyone a picture of us! You know, show them that I'm alllll good~~"
Suga blinked slowly, gazing at him with large chocolate eyes, then burst forward, embracing him while crying with laughter.
"Suga, stop!" Oikawa whined, pawing at the boy's overbearing love. "You're going to have a puffy face for the photo if you keep crying~"
"I don't c--care!" Suga blubbered into his shoulder, dampening his hospital gown with tears. "Y-you're m-my h-hero..."
Oikawa tsked him and opened the camera on the device in his hands.
"Suga get up, come one! I'm taking the photo~~"
The silver Omega wiped his eyes and leaned into the frame, against his shoulder. Oikawa held the phone in front of their figures and flashed his best toothy grin-- as much as he could do without hurting his swollen cheek. He took a few quick photos, then decided to add a cheesy peace sign for extra effect. He needed to cheer his worried housemates up, after all.
"Oh my God!" He cried after a few moments of swiping through the photos. "Suga you're barely smiling in any of them~~"
The silver Omega snatched the phone from his hand and quickly swiped through the images, chuckling at the cheesiest ones.
"Yeah, but you look so great! I'm sending this one. Everyone is going to love it!"
Oikawa leaned over and watched Suga link the peace sign photo to Keiji, typing out a quick message to update the flock.
"Hey, when do you think I'll be able to get out of this stuffy place?" Oikawa asked with a yawn, as Suga sent the text out to their snarky friend.
"I don't know..." His silver friend replied and Oikawa furrowed his brows, suddenly realizing just how exhausted the boy looked.
"Suga, have you slept? Like at all?"
"Not really..." The silver boy replied, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head with his hand.
"Jesus christ...wait," Oikawa paused, suddenly unsure of the date. "How long have I been out for?"
Suga glanced down at his watch and hummed. "Almost...a day. So not bad, right?"
"A day?!"
That was a new record for him.
"Don't mind, don't mind," his silver friend remarked, waving a hand in resignation. "I'm sure you'll be discharged soon. We'll know once the doctor gets back, right?"
Oikawa certainly hoped so, he had a lot of shit to sort out.
Keiji~
Keiji was up in an instant, fumbling the buzzing phone with shaky hands. He sighed to steady himself, then tapped on Suga's message-- praying silently to the universe for good news. Suddenly, a picture of Suga and Oikawa popped onto the bright screen. His chestnut friend was flashing the camera a cheeky peace sign. The laceration running up from his bloodshot eye looked horrendous, but Keiji didn't care. Oikawa was smiling. His shoulders began to quiver in sobs and he held to phone to his heart. Oikawa was smiling. He was okay. After a few moments of emotional relief, he glanced down at the photo once more and the device buzzed in his hands. Another text message.
Keiji! He's awake!! Send this photo around :D I'll pass on some doctor updates soon. Love you xoxxx
A sobbing laugh escaped his lips and he smiled down at the message, overwhelmingly relieved. There was no doubt in his mind that Oikawa was the king of handling tough shit. The entire house had been sick with worry and the stupid Omega beat them to the punch. He had cheered them up. It was supposed to be the opposite. What a selfless idiot...
Keiji clicked onto the text box and began furiously typing, still beaming with relief.
Tell the idiot that he scared me half to death. And that he looks stupid in that picture.
Also tell him that I love him...xoxo Sugar Momma, glad you're by his side. I'll pass the news around.
He couldn't help himself from chirping his chestnut nestmate, it was just their way. He thumbed over the picture once more, renewing his happy tears-- he loved it. Saving the image to his phone, he subsequently linked it to a mass message.
Cheesy photo from our dumb friend. He's doing well...so everyone better go back to sleep after reading this. I'll send more news when I get it. They're just waiting to talk to the doctor.
P.S GO BACK TO SLEEP.
He did a quick proof read, hit send, and pulled up the photo once more, attaching it to a private text for Hajime.
Hajime, he's up. Can you believe the guy? Look at this photo. I told you so, He's already cheering us up...Shittykawa,
Suga says everything is good. They're just waiting to hear back from the doctor. I'll update ya as soon as I hear something...so go back to sleep or I'll march in there and wail on ya. Ya hear me?
Satisfied with his relaying of the important information, he shoved his device under his pillow after ensuring that the sound was still on full.
"Keiji..." Bokuto stirred under the covers next to him, rubbing his yellow eyes. "What's wrong," he suddenly barked out, unnerved by Keiji's tears.
"Check your phone," Keiji replied with a sweet smile, rubbing his wet eyes with the back of his hand.
"Oh my GOD!" Bokuto exclaimed, bursting into a fit of laughter as he looked down at the photo. "I can't believe him! Who does that? Gets his face smashed in and acts like its nothing. So cool~~"
"He is cool..." Keiji sniffed and wiped his eyes again, this time opting for the white bed sheet.
"Awww, K-bear..." Bokuto chirped, pulling him into his lap. "You smell so happy!"
"I am. And don't call me K-bear. What is that even supposed to mean?" He snapped back, but found himself unable to banish his cheerful smile.
"It's a cute nickname! Normally you're so huffy like, stop following me to school, Bokuto. Stop walking me home, Bokuto. Stop harassing me, Bokuto!" The owl quipped back with a cheeky grin that fluttered his beating heart.
"You just made yourself sound like a stalker," he drawled back in a saucy tone, shaking his head in disappointment.
"It ain't stalking if you like the company! Which, I know for a fact that you do," the Alpha remarked, bopping him playfully on the nose with an index finger.
"Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. Who's to say?"
In one swift movement, Bokuto gripped his narrow hips and tossed him down against the bed, ripping out the bed sheets as he did so. Then, the owl pushed down against his back, pinning him into the mattress with gentle weight. What a horny devil , he thought with a sly smirk as Bokuto's knot hardened against the small of his back.
"Liar," the Alpha snarled in his ear, the commanding, primal tone prompting him to leak an instinctual fragrance of arousal. "Such a liar."
Bokuto trailed his tongue down Keiji's exposed neck and nibbled across his shoulder blades, caressing the pale skin. The Alpha's sexual scent oozed over him, stirring an innate desire deep inside him-- to arch his back and whimper in need. He had never felt anything like it before. It was an encapsulating sort of dominance that had him wanting to be knotted. Wanting to be claimed. The strong fragrance enticed his own to sexually charge the air around them, and he gasped out as he was pushed further into the mattress, the Alpha's hands digging into his slender hips with renewed fervor.
"Someone's eager," Bokuto rumbled into his ear, biting down playfully on the lobe as he hoisted his ass upwards. "This is how you present yourself. To me. Do it," he snarled, abruptly releasing Keiji from his grasp.
Keiji gasped at the sudden absence of touch and dug his nails into the mattress ahead of him. He could feel the owl's domineering energy, commanding him from behind, setting his body on fire with its charged intensity. He clamped his cobalt eyes shut, and hesitantly arched his back forward to present himself-- embarrassed by the act, yet needing to be filled.
He heard a low, territorial growl of approval and a calloused hand grazed down his spine, swiftly pushing his grey briefs down to his ankles. As the cool air of the room washed over his newly exposed area, he stiffened, locking himself in place. He had never allowed anyone to touch him, at least, not with his expressed consent. A few sluggish waves of panic set in, taking their time, but growing louder inside his skull with each passing moment.
"Keiji," Bokuto growled, snapping him back to reality. He glanced over his shoulder at the foreboding Alpha, on his knees behind him. "Are you oka--"
"I'm fine, I promise," he hurried to reply, banishing the dark thoughts to oblivion. He liked Bokuto. He wanted this. Needed this.
The owl nodded in understanding, then flashed a sly smirk and slowly slid a large finger between his raised cheeks.
"Such a slut..." He growled in playful threat as Keiji whimpered out in lustful desire at his touch. Trailing his tongue along his icy scent glands, Bokuto nipped at the soft skin drawing forth spotted bruises from the suction. "Such a slutty Omega..."
Keiji shuddered at the degrading comment. He certainly felt like a slut, wanting nothing more than Bokuto's hard cock inside the walls of his aching sex. Although it was a common insult that Alphas hurled forth at Omegas, hearing the words rumble out from Bokuto's throat made him feel... different . He knew the owl respected him, so here, in this setting, he didn't mind the degrading language. In fact... he didn't mind the idea of being owned at all-- a conclusion that greatly startled him. He, like Suga and Oikawa, detested the idea of subservient to an Alpha mate. He thought that he always would detest it.
"Only for you..." He whispered into Bokuto's exposed ear, shivering slightly as the truthful words rolled off his tongue. They were honest. He liked Bokuto, trusted him, even. The owl had his best interests at heart, he was certain of it.
Bokuto abruptly stiffened and snapped his head up, boring into his soul with yellow eyes. Keiji had hoped that his words would make the owl stop his sensual torment-- his body was aching with an intense passion, so much so that his inner thighs were wet with his own anticipation. He needed to be knotted soon, or he was going to lose his mind.
Bokuto flashed him a playful smirk, indicating that he had no intention of stopping. A frustrated whine escaped Keiji's lips and he arched further into the air, attempting to entice his Alpha into action, but the owl ignored his amorous display, trailing an undamaged finger down the divots of his spine. Then, Bokuto gingerly swept across his sex, golden eyes glowing in the dim light, commanding his gaze in return. Keiji whimpered again and pleaded to him with foggy, cobalt eyes.
"Please...please..."
Bokuto raised a cheeky eyebrow at his desperation and prodded into his sex at an agonizingly slow pace, leaving his muscles screaming in sexual frustration. Every inch of his body was humming to life with hot energy, pooling liquid honey inside his gut.
"Tell me how much you want it," Bokuto challenged with a guttural growl, eyes darkening with feral lust. "Tell. Me."
"I-I need it..." Keiji panted, stuttering as the Alpha gently stroked along the outside of his quivering sex once more. "Please!" He whined again, pushing into the soft bed to raise his ass higher. "Alpha...please...I...need...it...please..."
Responding to his frantic cries, Bokuto pushed a finger into his aching hole, sending explosions of pleasure throughout his vibrating limbs. He slid back against the large hand, rocking his hips in furious desperation. Anything to fill himself more.
After a few brief moments of relief, the owl pulled away, leaving him panting into the white sheets, empty and frustrated. He snapped his head over his shoulder and once again beseeched the Alpha with his eyes, whining out of instinct-- whining for his Alpha's knot. He was in the palm of Bokuto's hand, and it was driving him to lustful insanity.
"What do you want...Omega?" The owl teased in a husky tone, grazing his lips along the soft skin of his neck. "You need to be more clear, Keiji. You need to tell me what you want."
He internally cursed himself for choosing such a cheeky, playful Alpha. The stupid question left him flushed with embarrassment-- he was still very new to the whole ..intimacy thing. While his natural instincts had done well to answer some of his questions, his logical mind still had no idea what he was supposed to do.
"I..." He began, pushing his face into the covers to hide his crimson flush. "Please fill it......my hole. Please...I need it," he mumbled, rocking his raised ass in a sensual motion.
"You're so cute when you're shy," Bokuto whispered with a possessive growl, kissing his half-hidden cheek, buried among the cotton sheets.
The Alpha slid his muscular body down his back and he glanced over his shoulder, watching as he sniffed the air with his damaged nose. Then, Bokuto raked his darkening gaze over him, slowly pushing a finger inside his wet sex. A lustful groan escaped Keiji's lips and beads of sweat crept over his pale skin as he arched forward. The owl smirked at his struggles and added a second digit, leaving him to naturally rock back against the large fingers.
Add more. Please. Knot me. Please . Please. Alpha. Please . His Omega instincts bled forward into his waking mind, coating his thoughts in a primal sludge that desired nothing other than to be knotted. He could feel his juices gliding down his slick thighs, pooling into the covers below and his lips quivered into the white bedding as he ground back against Bokuto's playful fingers, as if his life depended on it.
Bokuto~
Bokuto had enjoyed watching Keiji squirm in unchecked pleasure, but when the icy Omega arched back, rocking against his fingers in moaning desperation, it was almost too much for him to take. His knot was rearing to mount the whining boy, but he willed himself to keep it together. Just a little longer. Just a little bit longer. He pulled his fingers back, pushed himself off the bed, and shoved down his black briefs, exposing his hard cock to the cool air of the room. As he moved back to the mattress, his dark eyes locked onto Keiji's presented sex-- soaked with slick juices, dripping down his milky thighs into a wet puddle at his quivering knees. If he had been able to fully inhale the aroused, metallic scent, he would have gone feral the mere instant Keiji's clothes had come off. He shook his head, pushing for a few more minutes of sanity and knelt down on the behind the icy Omega.
"Do you want me to fuck you," he growled, swatting a pale cheek with his palm, then leaned over Keiji's slender back from behind. He wasn't done riling the boy up. Not yet. He was going to take advantage of his battered sinuses.
Keiji groaned and arched his shaking body into the sheets, but the action wasn't enough-- Bokuto wanted verbal consent. After meeting the yellow house Omegas, he promised to never fuck one without it.
"I said..." He snarled and spanked the cheek again, this time time leaving a red mark on the pale skin. "Do you want me to fuck you."
Keiji shook his hips and clawed out in front, squeezing the white sheets between his tense fingers. "Yes!" He panted, looking over his shoulder with glassy, cobalt eyes. "P-please!"
Bokuto took a moment to contemplate, finding it immensely difficult with the constant static of primal instincts screeching through his brain. If he knotted Keiji...would they regret it? He didn't want to lose the boy. He couldn't...but things had moved along so fast. Twenty hours ago, he was begging for advice on how to approach the cobalt Omega. Now...he was about to fuck him. He cradled the small figure beneath him, fighting the growing panic setting into his bones. He couldn't lose Keiji. He wouldn't survive without his cold, metallic scent.
"Are you sure," he growled in question, knowing his uncertainties were clear to the Omega-- Keiji would pick up on the abrupt change in his scent.
"Yes! I'm sure! I'm not going to regret it! PLEASE. I'm going insane! Please, ALPHA!" Keiji cried out, punching into the mattress in frustration. "P-please..."
Good. Consent. Mine. MINE.
Bokuto allowed the confines of his mind to glaze over and his eyes darkened to a rich gold as his feral instincts happily poured out with fervor. He flipped Keiji onto his back and pinned him in place, fiercely claiming the boy's wet mouth with his own. As their tongues intertwined, he caressed down Keiji's sticky skin, gripping onto his small cock. When he began to methodically stroke its length, the icy Omega melted into him, blending their fragrances together in a chaotic mess that left his head spinning.
After a few lustful minutes, Keiji moaned into his mouth, his small body twitching in near orgasm, but Bokuto released his grip, wanting them to come together. Before the Omega had chance to protest, he grazed his teeth along the boy's exposed scent glands and bit down, tasting warm blood on his tongue. Suddenly, the world around in slowed and his body was rushed with a powerful euphoria unlike anything he had ever experienced. A metallic fragrance flooded his mind, coursing through his veins with a pleasant cold that stirred his senses to life. For a few moments of eternity, he lost himself in vivid arousal, until a slender hand moved across his sweaty chest. He adjusted himself to his knees, glancing at the Omega beneath him with questioning eyes. Keiji flashed him a coy smirk, then shimmied himself back against the oak headboard and pulled his slender legs up, resting then against the wood behind him.
Bokuto's instincts roared out at the flexible figure before him -- his Omega's sex was in plain view, open, ready to be claimed . He roughly grabbed Keiji's ankles and pushed them further back against the wall. He wanted more. More exposure. More view. More everything. He lined up his swollen cock and leaned forward against Keiji's extended legs, forcing his organ inside the awaiting hole.
"Oh God..." Keiji gasped out as he slid his member into the slick hole with ease. "Oh god. Push it deeper. I need it. Pleaseeee Alphaaa."
Bokuto was more than willing to comply. In a single thrust, he plunged in his full length, happy to watch Keiji's cobalt eyes widen from disoriented lust. Suddenly, his mind became enraptured by sheer tightness of his Omega's sex, its wet grasp throwing him headfirst into an even greater league pleasure.
He didn't want to thrust in and out. He didn't want to pull out. He wanted to push deeper. He didn't want his ecstasy to fade. Ever. Rotating his hips in small circles, Bokuto ground his cock against Keiji's walls to heighten his own pleasure. So tight. So tight. Deeper. Deeper. More. His sexual instincts barked out repeated commands, greedy for higher levels of euphoria as he jammed his cock into the icy Omega with frenzied madness.
When a blubbering whimper echoed into his ears from somewhere far away, he continued his reckless venture, but as the whimpering grew louder, he slowly snapped back to reality. Pulling back slightly, his foggy eyes glanced down at Keiji-- his abdomen scrunched under the weight of the thrusts, his ankles bruising from the tight grip around them, his cobalt eyes dull with pain.
"Fuck. Are you. Are. You. Okay," Bokuto snarled out at once, upset to find that his conscious worry was completely lost in his feral tone. "Fuck. Fuck! I forgot. Virgin. Shit," he continued, panic setting up a knotted pit deep inside his stomach. He tried to focus, tried to stop himself from grinding his enlarged cock any further, but found himself too lost in dazed ecstasy-- his instincts were too in control of his actions. He internally roared at his feral mind, consciously trying to pry back his control. He was hurting his Omega. He was hurting him...and there was nothing he could do to stop himself.
Keiji~
"Fuck. Are. You. Okay. Virgin," Keiji heard a string of words snarl out from above him.
He was delirious. Pain and pleasure had permeated every corner of his mind. Bokuto was far too big for him, but he found himself uncaring-- his instinctual desire to be knotted outweighed the agony of the Alphas size.
Virgin...he called me...virgin?
He wasn't a virgin, Jime had stolen that from him. Did...Bokuto consider him one? How could he disregard everything that had happened with Jime? Suddenly, his mind pieced together the puzzle, flooding his chest with crashing waves of warm gratitude. His Alpha hated Jime for hurting him. His Alpha refused to acknowledge his assault as his first time. His Alpha considered himself as Keiji's first.
"I don't...I don't care!" Keiji cried out in exasperation, doing his best to hide the pain in his quivering voice. "Keep. Going. Keep fucking going, Alpha."
At his words, Bokuto thrust in deeper, his scent unravelling in a flurry of upset arousal. As the end of the Alpha's member jarred into his swollen sex, a slicing ache pierced through his abdomen and loud whine escaped his panting lips. The dimly lit room blurred away, but he forced his cloudy mind through the pain. His cobalt eyes flickered over the muscular figure above him, holding his ankles against the headboard as he slammed forward.
All of Keiji's focus shifted to the swollen cock pounding into him, painfully stretching his sex to accommodate its size. He didn't care. He didn't care that it hurt, he didn't care that his ankles were bruised and sore, he didn't care that his abdomen was quivering with muscle spasms. His Alpha's raw and powerful scent was consuming him with its enticing energy. In that moment, Bokuto's pleasure was all that mattered. The desire was not an instinctual need to pleasure his Alpha-- it was from a place of care. He wanted Bokuto to feel good.
After long minutes of cramping discomfort, Keiji gasped once more as the huge invader began to swell. He cried out loudly he tore against the large knot, embedded inside his drenched sex.
"Please. Keiji. Relax. Please. I'm knotting. Please. Stay. Still." Bokuto snarled down at him, dripping saliva onto his pale, sweaty chest.
He could smell the Alpha's anger. He could smell his self-deprecation...hurting his Omega. The overbearing fragrance simultaneously filled his heart with warm admiration, and his gut with a twisted knot of grief.
Bokuto swiftly pulled him upwards, spun him around on the growing knot, and sat down on the edge of the mattress. He whimpered against the owl's chest as his hole strained ever wider for the unimaginable size of the cock. He gnashed his teeth, inwardly cursing himself for being so tight. The Alpha's desperate scent was increasing with each passing second, devolving into a state of sheer panic. It was all his fault.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..." The owl growled softly against his ear, reaching down to pump his small cock with an undamaged hand.
As his touch, Keiji was plunged into throes of pleasure, dulling the pain radiating from his damaged sex. He whined out with instinctual desire and arched into Bokuto's sticky chest, nearing climax. The owl strengthened his grip and possessively bit into the tender flesh of his shoulder, sending him into sensory overload. As he enjoyed his full release, splattering ropes of orgasm between their figures, Bokuto's knot erupted, filling him with warm seed.
Keiji sighed in relief and his body relaxed forward as the invader shrank down to normal size. When Bokuto gingerly pulled his member out, his body went into autopilot. He sluggishly lowered himself back against the mattress, his abdomen seizing up in shark ticks of pain as he did so. So annoying, he thought to himself, immensely unhappy with his small body...his inability to fit his Alpha's length. It was pathetic.
"FUCK," Bokuto snarled out, his footsteps clamoring away from the bed. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," he continued to bark from a few feet away, his tone a twisted mix of panicked shame.
Keiji gingerly flipped himself onto his side to face the owl and a sharp pain zapped into naval, prompting him to keel over to mediate the ache.
"Keiji. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," Bokuto growled on repeat, his normally cheerful face contorted with pained desperation. He took another step back, plastering himself against the wall, yellow eyes downcast-- completely dejected.
Keiji hated his scent...shame and dread...neither suited the owl.
"Stop. Please stop. It's fine," he said softly, slowly pushing himself up to a seated position on the mattress. As shuffled closer to the edge of the bed, his hand landing on something wet and he glanced down at the mixture of seed and blood, staining into the white sheets. He furrowed his brows and reached behind him to gently touched his sex-- it was slick with blood, but it wasn't enough to cause a panic. Bokuto was overreacting.
"I did that. I fucking hurt you," the owl snarled, his frenzied eyes darting between the stain and Keiji. "Fuck. FUCK. How could I be so stupid. FUCK."
"Bokuto. Stop. Stop it, I'm fine. I just couldn't fit you. It's not your fault," Keiji interjected in between the cursing. He did his best to release a tranquil fragrance, finding it easier as the dull pain subsided in his abdomen.
"I hurt you. Fuck. I hurt you!"
"STOP!" Keiji yelled at the overwhelmed boy in front of him, angry with the Alpha's inability to think logically. "STOP IT. I CONSENTED. IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT. I'M HARDLY EVEN HURT."
The owl's broad shoulders flinched at the volume of his voice and he averted gaze, looking down at the floor in shame.
"Would you come over here?" Keiji drawled, changing the tone of his voice back to its usual lazy demeanor-- now that he had the Alpha's full attention. He reached beside him and pulled the white comforter over the bloody patch-- it was obviously triggering Bokuto's instincts. "Just come over here."
Bokuto stiffened against the wall and clenched his fists. "I don't want to hurt you. If I come over there..."
He was done with this. Fuck, he thought with a small sigh, he was going to have to get used to these dramatic outbursts if he was going to have Bokuto as a partner.
"Would you relax? How the fuck is you coming over here going to hurt me? You're being dramatic. Whether you like it or not, I'm going to continue having sex with you until I get to a point where I can fit you. UNTIL THEN, you're going to have to deal with this shit. So get it together and get your ass over here," he snapped at the pouting Alpha, patting the bed once more to beckon him over.
Bokuto hesitantly shuffled towards him, grabbing his black briefs from the floor to cover himself. Then, he gingerly sat on the edge of the mattress, facing away with slouched shoulders. Keiji huffed out in frustration and and crawled across the covers to kneel behind his Alpha. Reaching his arms around Bokuto's stomach, he rested his head on the muscular back and inhaled the remorseful scent.
"You know..." He began, trying to find the right words, he didn't want to upset the owl any further. "You're my Alpha. When you hurt me accidentally...and believe me, that's going to happen...all I want is for you to hold me in your arms and...protect me? That's how you make this shit better. Not running away and chastising yourself into oblivion."
Bokuto hesitantly glanced over his shoulder and Keiji pulled back to meet his yellow gaze. After a few moments, he rose up on his knees and cupped the owl's face with his small hands.
"Apology accepted, okay? So get over it..." He whispered, kissing Bokuto softly on the lips.
"I'll be better next time. I promise..." The Alpha whispered and sighed into another kiss, relaxing into Keiji's metallic tranquility.
"How about next time..." Keiji started, nipping playfully at his jaw to cheer him up. "I take the top. Then I can set the pace if it gets too painful."
"Mmm..." Bokuto murmured as he swung Keiji's delicate legs over his lap. Keiji relaxed into the crevice of his elbow and trailed light kisses up his bicep. Bokuto reached down, flicked a black hair out of his face, and caressed his undamaged cheek.
"I'm fucking relieved that you want to try again," he said, rocking the Omega cradled in his arms. "My head space...plummeted. I mean, I just got you. I don't know, I don't want to lose you before we even start..."
"Of course I want to try again," Keiji murmured as he inhaled, drowning in the protective scent whisking off of Bokuto's clammy skin. "And you won't. Stop worrying."
Bokuto flashed a sweet smile, then reached behind and flipped over the comforter. He unleashed a frustrated growl at the bloody stain and shook his head and stood up, cradling Keiji against the side of his body. He yanked a pillow from the floor and flung it wildly around until it flew out of its satin case, landing on the ground with a soft thud. With a subtle nod of approval, he gingerly placed the white linen over the red splatter and laid Keiji down on the covers.
My, my, Keiji pondered with a coy smirk, his Alpha really didn't like seeing his blood. That was a good sign.
Bokuto picked up the naked pillow once more, puffed it up, then threw it next to Keiji. He rolled his neck once around before crawling onto the bed to pull the comforter over their forms. Keiji turned to face him and curled into his strong chest, liquid honey pooling in his stomach as the owl reached his arms over his figure and nestled a damaged nose into his black hair.
"You're like a drug..." He heard the owl whisper under his breath, sniffing into the crown of his head with vigor. "Like a fucking drug..."
"What?" He whispered back, purring as the owl scratched methodically down his back.
"Daichi...he said Suga's scent was like a drug..." Bokuto replied, inhaling deep into his dark locks. "I get it...I can't get enough of your scent. It's like...I'm never satisfied. I want more. It's...it's incredibly frustrating..."
Keiji smiled against Bokuto's hot skin and immersed himself in the protective fragrance. In an instant, a tingling feeling of satisfaction crept up his chest, flowing through his entire body.
"Well..." He murmured, knowing sleep was going to overtake him soon. "You have free access to it now...for the very low price of sex..."
"Mmmm..." Bokuto mumbled, squeezing Keiji tighter as he chuckled at the coy remark.
The pair remained in comfortable silence, with Keiji purring against Bokuto's broad chest. He had never been so content, and it was not long before he drifted off into a lovely sleep, feeling safe in the arms of his Alpha.
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