Untitled Part 38
Chapter Thirty Eight: Trust
Suga~
"Tanka, what the fuck are you doing?!" Bokuto slurred as he stumbled over to his bald friend, standing near the front windows in the entryway. "Hunched over your phone like some devious animalllll! You have a secrettttttttt!"
"Shut up, owl boy!" Tanaka muttered back under his breath and held his phone away from the owl's nosy grasp. "I'm texting someone, go awayyyy!"
"Ohhhhh. A lady friend?!" Bokuto chirped back, giving the bald Alpha a none too playful punch in the gut. "Lemme see, lemme see!"
Suga rolled his eyes and took a quiet sip of his wine-- there was no way Tanaka had a lady caller. The kid was outgoing, but he couldn't talk to women to save his life. Suga had witnessed him strike out more than once at the volleyball match a few weeks earlier, and he was pretty sure that it wasn't anything new.
"YES, A LADY FRIEND!" Tanaka roared as he pushed away an overeager Nishinoya, who had happily jumped into the fray. "OFF ME, NERDS! GIVE ME SPACE!"
"Proof! give us proof!" Bokuto growled in challenge as he pulled his teammate into a heavy headlock. "Noya! Grab his phone! Here, take it!"
"On it, on it!" The spitfire Omega called, jumping into the air to snatch the device from Tanaka's desperate grasp. "Here comes the thunder!"
"GIVE THAT BACK!" Tanaka cried out as he punched at Bokuto's exposed abdomen. "Why are you so frigging nosy! Can't a guy have any peace around here?!"
"No peace for liars," Hajime slurred, slinging a heavy arm around Suga's shoulders. "You. With a girl? The world would end before that happens~~"
There he goes again, sounding just like Oikawa, Suga thought with a smirk, then he chuckled under his breath. He watched on as the playful scuffle grew more vicious, growing even more amused as Daichi suddenly appeared, hitting a large fist against the window in paternal anger. The poor captain, stuck with babysitting duty-- Miyo was not an easy person to handle, especially drunk.
Was she really planning on mating with Ukai? The very idea of it perplexed Suga to no end. He had always looked up to his professor, to her individuality as an Omega in an Alpha world. She had recounted to him, in great detail, all aspects of her troublesome life-- including her troubles with her previous mate, Sonny. Suga knew, first hand, just how much she regretted mating the scummy Alpha. In fact, his eyes had shone with great admiration when she told him of her struggles to banish him from her life. Getting rid of a mate was no easy feat, particularly for the Omega in the equation. He shook his head and focused his attention back on the playful scuffle before him-- he was not going to make the same mistakes.
"Who the hell is Kiyokooooo?!" Bokuto mused with a wicked grin as he thumbed over Tanaka's personal device. "That's gotta be a dude, right?!"
"No. Kiyoko is a chick's name," Hajime drawled in reply, then let out a heavy yawn into Suga's shoulder. "How the fuck did you snag her number? Admit it, you found it written on a bus bench or something..."
"I DID NOT!" Tanaka whined, bogging down Nishinoya's tiny figure as he slumped down in defeat. "She's that nurse, the one from the hospital!"
"That hot one?" Bokuto muttered, raising a knowing eyebrow as he continued his quick scroll through the phone. "OH! She's not as attractive as you, Keiji! Not by a looooong shot," he rushed to assert as his Omega's amused figure waltzed out of the blue kitchen. "I swear!"
"I'm the one sleeping with you, so I don't really care who you look at," Keiji droned, his steel eyes failing to hide his playful attitude. "Look, just don't touch."
Suga smiled under his breath-- fuck they were cute. He had never seen his pensive nestmate so content before. Never, not even in a thousand years, would he have guessed the owl Alpha as his type. They were so...different.
"What...is she just checking up on your wounds or some shit?" Hajime asked with a lazy tone, swaying slightly on his feet in his drunken state. "Making sure your poor bruises are healing properly?"
Suga straightened up to hold the intoxicated Alpha in place, groaning slightly under his stocky weight. Now, Hajime he could get on board with. The Alpha was definitely Oikawa's type. Mysterious and nonchalant in his actions...and didn't his chestnut friend say something about the size of his dick?
"NO! We're meeting for coffeeeeeee," Tanaka whined in reply, prodding Nishinoya in the forehead. "On Thursday...!"
"But, we're gonna rent out the gym Thursday," Hajime barked in reply, then grabbed at Suga's half full glass to take a hearty swig of the clear liquid.
"Yeah, so? I'm gonna meet her before!"
"Oi, why are you guys renting out the gym?" Tobio chimed in, sticking his dark head through the archway of the blue kitchen. "Volleyball?"
"Yeah!" Shoyo asked with shining eyes, his own head popping out beneath the sullen-looking Alpha. "Are you guys gonna play or something?!"
"Yeah, yeah," Hajime replied, waving a hand in front of his torso. "If you guys wanna join, you need to pitch in for the fee."
"WE WILL!" Shoyo exclaimed as he launched into the air, accidentally hitting a very irritated Tobio in his injured jaw. "RIGHT, TOBIO?! Tobio...?"
The setter keeled over, but nodded, rubbing his bruised face with a hand. Suga waited for his usual verbal retaliation at the ginger Omega, however, much to his surprise, it never came. Instead, the Alpha slowly straightened back to full height and rolled his jaw to loosen the tense muscles, then flicked Shoyo in the back of the head.
"Hey," he grumbled quietly, his eyes dark with suppressed anger. "I can teach you some stuff, then."
"OH, YEAH!" Shoyo yelled, his entire body vibrating with joyous energy. "We can do some spikes! Some jumps! Some serves!"
"HA!" Bokuto called into the air with a victorious growl that pulled Suga's attention back to the windows. "YOU LIAR, BALDY!"
"WE'RE STILL ON THIS?!" Tanaka snarled, snatching the phone from the owl's grasp as he held Nishinoya back with a large hand on his forehead. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"It says! It says right there! She's just returning your sweater! It's not even a date!" The owl snickered, then devolved into a large fit of laughter with the Nishinoya. "It's...It's not even a date!"
"Okay, okayyyy ," Tanaka said with a nod, regaining his undeserved composure. "But, what is a date, really? It is a meet up between two interested parties where--"
"Is she really interested in you, though?" Keiji chimed in with a wicked smirk that, once again, plastered a happy smile on Suga's face.
"Of course she is! Who wouldn't be interested in my daring looks!"
"Daring looks? Have you seen yourself in a mirror lately?" Hajime chirped with a sly whistle as Suga grabbed at his stolen drink-- the Alpha had consumed enough liquor for the evening.
"Yo, where the fuck is Kuroo?!" Bokuto called into the bustling house, yellow eyes darting about the room. "If he knew about this..." He attempted, his words fading off into another devilish laugh. "Fuck. If he knew about this! Oh, you would be in a world of pain!"
"Oh, ha, ha. Laugh all you want," Tanaka seethed back as he shoved his phone into the back pocket of his dark jeans. "You guys fucking stole all the Omegas around here, alright? Fuck, you don't even live here and you took one! Yuji, too! Where is that bastard?! I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind..."
Actually, Suga pondered as he glanced around open main floor, where was Yuji? He lightly sniffed the air, sifting through the various cheerful scents lacing through the air. Oikawa was out back with Tsukishima...Ukai...and Yamaguchi. Daichi was out front...with Asahi...tending to his intoxicated professor. Kuroo was...as suspected...upstairs with his mate...fucking. He sniffed again, leaning towards the stairwell near the front door. Ah, there was the scent he was looking for...
As it whirled into his nostrils, he stiffened as the tale it spun. Yuji was...aroused...Yachi was...frantic. He quickly moved to shove off his housemate's arm, ready to rush up the stairs and kick the living shit out of the blonde Alpha, but Hajime held him in place.
"Just, wait it out for a sec," the Alpha growled into his waiting ear, dark eyes fixed on the stairwell. "I noticed it, too. A few minutes ago. But, there was mutual attraction before. So, give them a chance to sort it out before you go momma bear on their asses."
Go...momma bear? He didn't do that, did he?
"It's not a bad thing," Hajime continued, as if he had heard his personal thoughts. "It's a good thing, really, but I think you should give Yuji a chance here. He's a bastard, but I can smell his care for that little blondie. Don't you think?"
Suga nodded, but did not relax his stiff body. Hajime had, once again, surprised him with his unsuspecting care. It was uncanny, that such a gruff Alpha had taken the time to listen to Oikawa's Omega lectures...and his own. Not only listen, but actually absorb the things that were said. In fact, Hajime was doing a much better job of monitoring the scents of their Omega housemates than he was. Just who exactly was the momma bear around here?
"If he hurts her..." He began, grinding his teeth in motherly frustration. "I swear..."
"Oh, Yuji's harmless," Hajime muttered, then let out another sleepy yawn. "Seriously, he's just this scrappy kid. You could swat him like a fly is you wanted to...hey...smell...smell that?" He continued, tapping Suga on the shoulder with a gentle hand.
Suga leaned towards the stairwell once more and sniffed, cringing his nose at the mated scents of Kuroo and Kenma, forcing their way into his nostrils. Did they ever take a break from sleeping together? He shook his head, then shuffled out their aroused fragrances and breathed again, taking in Yachi's emotional fragrance. It had shifted to a sort of...frustrated...calm...contentment.
"See," Hajime drawled, ruffling his silver hair with a lazy hand. "Sorted. No problem there."
Sorted...had he jumped to brash conclusions? The yellow house Alphas deserved more than that, he thought with slumped shoulders, he had let his anger get the best of him. He needed to stop dragging in his past experiences.
"Oh, stop," Hajime asserted with a sly smirk. "Most Alphas are shit, so keep your defenses sharp. It's how you've kept all these kiddies safe, right? No need to change that tune."
"Okay,stop doing that," Suga quietly exclaimed as he shuffled on his feet in embarrassment.
"Stop what?"
"Reading my thoughts. It's freaking me out."
"Are you kidding me?! You guys do it to me all the time!"
"Yeah, cause we're Omegas! We sift through emotional scents! It's normal! It's what we do!"
"Alpha's can do that, too~"
"Yeah, but you guys have always been shit at it!"
"Guess I'm not, then?"
No, Sugar mused with a small smile, he certainly was not. No wonder Oikawa fell for him. He was calm, reserved, and surprisingly intelligent. Hajime had sat back and learned, more than any Alpha Suga had ever met-- aside from...maybe...Daichi.
"I guess not..." He replied, flashing the Alpha a cheeky grin. "You're not as dumb as you look!"
"You know," Hajime started in reply, rubbing the back of his head with a large hand. "You may be the mom around here, but don't think I don't notice all of your sneaky chirps."
"It's Oikawa's fault! You can only spend so much time with that punk before you start picking up his stupid mannerisms..."
"Oh, amen to that. I know exactly what you mean."
"And you've decided to devote an entire lifetime to that!" Suga playfully disclosed, then erupted into a fit of loud laughter. "Man, you're going to turn into him!"
"Yeah..." Hajime sighed, but his dark eyes held a devious light of joy that tugged at Suga's heartstrings. "Pray for me, sugar momma. Pray for me."
Keiji~
"K-beaaaaaaar, you're going to sleep in my room, right?!" Bokuto whined as they ascended the stairwell to the third floor. "Riiiiiiiiiiiight?"
"Yes," he huffed out in reply. "Stop whining...I already told you that I would."
The effects of alcohol were making him feel dizzy, but a strange lust for the owl had begun to creep through his tired body-- filling him to the brim with a liquid warmth he was unused to. He still was unsure of what exactly the owl boy retained that had him so drawn in, however, he had decided that it was best for him to just go along with it. It had been torturous to fight against his Omega instincts, and his personal feelings. If his first few weeks with Bokuto had taught him anything, it was that.
As the pair shuffled down the dark hallway, Keiji paused to sniff the room next to their own. Yachi's scent coiled into his nostrils-- happy and content. He smiled in the dim light, then followed the owl into their own domain and quietly shut the door behind him. Immediately, his blue eyes skittered over the dark bed in the far corner, swirling his thoughts around in his head at the idea of their sudden privacy.
"That was FUN. No interruptions this time. Thank GOD!" The owl remarked as he casually pulled his white shirt over his head-- exposing lean, rippling muscles that stirred Keiji's Omega spirit. "Your professor got pretty lit up, hey? Is she always like that?"
"No..." He softly replied, eyes locked on the Alpha's absentminded exposure. "She only gets like that when she's upset or stressed out about something. She probably feels bad about everything that has happened to us...I don't know..."
"Mmm," Bokuto murmured with a small nod before shoving the blinds aside to light the dim room with the moonlight. "Well, she shouldn't feel bad. It's not her fault. Alphas are shitty, it's not like there's anything she can do about that."
"Yeah..."
"Keiji..."
"What?"
"What are you staring at..."
Shit. Oh. Shit. Shit. Shit. Under the intense gaze of the owl, Keiji whipped his head to the side to look at something, anything other than the attractive, lean Alpha across the room.
"Nothing...I was just checking out the room..." He lied as he absentmindedly fiddled with the ends of his shirt. "What are you looking at?"
"You."
At the unexpected admission, his stomach fluttered to life, pooling with another bout of aroused warmth. Never, in his wildest dreams, did he image that he would be standing there, with an Alpha-- especially one with such an outrageous and overbearing personality. What a sick world. If there was a God, he was most certainly fucking with him.
"I can smell you..." Bokuto stipulated in near whisper, his throat humming to life with a feral rumble. "You're not keeping your scent contained..."
It was a truthful statement, he wasn't keeping it stifled like normal. He didn't have the energy to keep it under...no...that was a lie. Why was he still lying to himself? The truth was that he didn't want to keep it reigned in. He wanted the owl to smell him-- wanted him to know exactly how he felt and what he wanted.
"I know..." He whispered, then glanced at Bokuto's amused, yellow eyes. "I know...I'm not..."
"And why is that?" The owl growled as he stepped forward, moving around the edge of the bed with a carnal, stalking motion. "Why are you letting it roam around, hm?"
"It's because--" Keiji started, only to be cut off by a sudden, domineering scent. It blasted him with a feeling of animalistic lust, leaving him flushed and quivering in the dim light. "Because...I...because...." He continued in whisper as the Alpha jaunted forward, closing in on his personal space-- so close that he could feel the heat on his smooth skin.
"Because..." The owl murmured in question, his tone demanding an answer as he reached forward to flick a black strand of hair from his flushed face.
"You really want me to say it..." He muttered, shaking his head in shameful irritation. "Really...?
"I don't need you to say it. I can smell what you want," Bokuto replied with a quiet growl, pushing him back against the black door. "I know what you want ...Omega...you've seen to that."
There it was. His Alpha knew exactly what his body wanted-- every embarrassing desire inside his frantic mind. He wanted Bokuto's knot. He wanted his overbearing, dominant scent to embed into his pale skin. He wanted to unconditional protection it offered-- the feeling of absolute contentment it allotted him.
"I don't need you to say it...but...I do like to hear you say it," Bokuto said in soft challenge, lifting his chin up with a forefinger to eye him down with probing, yellow eyes.
Keiji's breath caught in his throat at the outright commanding tone, overlayed with a dominant throaty rumble of desire. He hated that Bokuto liked to prod him for verbal confirmation. No...prod him for a plea. Or, at least, he was pretty sure that he hated it.
Did...he...really?
"I can always make you say it," the Alpha rumbled out, grazing a large hand down the soft cloth covering his abdomen. "You want to see how long you can hold out, again?" He continued in playful threat, moving lower to the waistband of Keiji's black sweats.
He did. He really did, but after everything that had happened last time, Bokuto's pouting breakdown over hurting him-- he knew that it would be better to switch things up. He should take the lead, like they had discussed. He wanted to prevent another dramatic tantrum, but more than that, he wanted to show the Alpha that he could play the game just as well.
"Lie down on the bed," he gently volunteered, pushing against Bokuto's muscular chest. "Let me...do it...this time."
The owl cocked a curious eyebrow at him, but complied, and he was hit with sudden rush of anxiety. Wait. He had no idea what he was doing! The only information he had to go on were Oikawa's occasional, angry recollections of his promiscuous past!
He shimmied out of his clothing and his petite frame silently shivering in anticipation, then he glanced over at the casual Alpha. The lean man had made himself at home in the dark covers, his long arms behind his head, watching intently with golden eyes. Well, Keiji mused with a small exhale of stress, he was just going to have to wing it.
He shuffled towards the bed, crawled up onto the mattress, with as much grace as he could muster, and straddled over the Alpha's thighs.
"You sure you want to--" Bokuto tried to question, but he cut the thought short with a quick and audible hush.
"Remember last time? We said that we would try something else...so...let me do it. Then, I won't get hurt...right?"
"Oh...right..."
"Don't pout..." He softly chastised as Bokuto's scent retracted in shame. He shifted his weight across the large mattress then leaned forward-- face inches from the Alpha's covered bulge. "We sorted everything out...it's fine."
"I'm not pouting...I know...it's fine..."
"Good," he whispered, licking his lips as he gently pulled down the black briefs to expose Bokuto's swollen member in the moonlight. "Glad we have that sorted..."
Okay...so...now what? He swallowed a lump of spit and parted his lips to stick out his pink tongue. As he moved closer, the Alpha's sexual scent flooded over him, egging him on with its sheer intensity. Hesitantly, he licked over the tip of the pulsing cock and a salty mixture of clear seed coated his tongue. Bokuto groaned at the gentle touch, the lustful sound doing well to spurn him on with a surge of confidence. He leaned in again and dragged his tongue up the length of the shaft, then took the tip inside his hot mouth. When it hummed against his lips, he increased his suction, bobbing his head in a clumsy, jerking motion-- doing his best to squash his gag reflex.
As he continued, his own slick dripped down his thighs, moistening his briefs with from behind. In that moment, he came to a frustrating conclusion. He liked pleasing Bokuto. He liked it more than he cared to admit. Fuck, he mused as he licked his tongue over the swollen head of Bokuto's throbbing cock, he was going to have to get used to it.
Bokuto~
As Keiji's head bobbed up and down, his warm mouth wrapped around his aching cock, Bokuto lost himself in a comfortable haze of ecstasy. The icy Omega was by no means a master at blow jobs, but he didn't care in the slightest. The personal connection, their intermingling scents, and Keiji's own, metallic fragrance was worlds better than any expert tongue. As the icy boy gently grazed his teeth along the length of his shaft, he groaned out in pleasant sensitivity and stroked a blind thumb over the purple bruise on the Omega's cheek-- a mark that he hated more than anything in the world.
"That. Is. Good." He growled as his head dropped back into the plump cushions. "So. Good. Keep. Going."
Suddenly, he was hit with yet another intense desire to shove his cock further inside Keiji's warm mouth. While the feeling was happily egged on by his growing Alpha instincts, he quickly banished it away with force. He had to save the dominant craving for another time-- when the Omega boy was more experienced.
"Like..." Keiji whispered, then ran firm lips down the length of his cock and back up, until they reached the tip-- sliding off with an audible pop. "This...?"
Bokuto's eyes darkened at the cheeky question, raking over the Omega's sensual figure-- his small ass arched up high in the air, in the most perfect line of sight. His soft lips were moist with spit and clear precum, swollen from his dedicated servicing of Bokuto's pulsing cock.
Bokuto's instincts coiled around, happily watching as the small boy softly panted for new air in the moonlight. He reached forward and rolled a small, pink nipple between his fingers, then he sat forward on the mattress. Keiji moaned at his sensitive touch, his sex dripping past the fabric and onto Bokuto's thighs as he rocked back and forth against them.
"Take them off," Bokuto snarled out in command, golden eyes darting to the black fabric in indication. "Take them off and sit on my knot. That's what you want, right, Omega?"
When Keiji averted his icy gaze, face flushing a deeper pink, and a sly smirk played across Bokuto's face. He loved to provoke the boy. He had accepted that Keiji held the power between them in the real world, but the bedroom was his domain-- he was going to say what he damn pleased.
"Do. It." He snarled again, pulling harder at the pink nipple between his fingers. "Now."
He was painfully aware that his instincts were growing impatient. They wanted to see the Omega's moist sex, wanted to better smell the aroused scent on his milky skin-- even if his damaged nose left the fragrance painfully muted. When the Omega's small, hard cock sprang up against his own stomach, the boy tore his navy gaze away, looking off to the side in shame. Bokuto leaned back into the pillows, smirking at the timid embarrassment-- he liked it.
"You planning on riding it?" His throat rumbled out in question, his feral nature rattling around in anticipation at the pleasant sight before him. "Or do I need to come over there and fuck you against the wall."
Keiji stiffened at his threat, his mouth set in a hard line of understanding, knowing that it was not an empty challenge-- his Alpha would absolutely slam into him from behind if the occasion called for it. He shuffled forward on Bokuto's thighs, then rocked his hips forward to line up his moist sex with the throbbing member.
"If you want it..." Bokuto snarled as he pulled the Omega roughly forward by the back of the neck. "Then. Take. It."
Keiji shivered against his legs, his lips parting in an unintentional moan as he slowly angled back against Bokuto's erect cock. He took in the length at an agonizingly slow pace-- so much so that Bokuto was nearly squirming in passionate delirium by the end of it. Half way down, a familiar, creeping feeling pooled inside his gut. One that craved for more. He absentmindedly placed his hands on Keiji's narrow hips, nails digging into the soft skin as he fought against his feral urge to shove the small Omega down on his large cock.
"Mmm," Keiji whined against his shoulder, lips stiff as he shimmied down further on the thick length. "Please...just...wait...one...second..."
Oh, he was trying to. It was a test of patience that Bokuto had never experienced...just how much worse were things going to get once his nose was healed? Normally, he was the one who set the pace. He was the one who did the fucking. Keiji's slow ride of his cock had left him puffing out in passionate frustration.
The Omega slipped further down, at long last reaching the end of his member. He groaned at the snug fit and Keiji took a moment for himself, panting between swollen lips as the muscles of his abdomen flexed in dull pain.
"You're...so...big," he huffed out with a quiet whimper, glancing up at Bokuto with unfocussed eyes. "I want to...fit you...but you're so....big..."
"Go. Half. Way." Bokuto replied in near roar-- his conscious mind was being eaten alive by his screeching instincts. He needed some sort of friction with the Omega's warm sex, or he was going to snap into a feral beast of desire. He could not let that happen.
At his desperate command, Keiji slowly rose up on his knees until only the tip remained inside his quivering hold, then rocked back against the full length. Bokuto's mind exploded in euphoria, watching through dark vision as the small Omega continued the methodical motion-- his navy eyes growing more frantic and lustful with each movement. As he set his small hands down on Bokuto's chest and jerked downwards, his scent devolved into an icy, metallic mess of need. A need for...more.
"You. Slut ." Bokuto snarled, lightly grabbing at the Omega's fragile neck as he continued his desperate rocking. "You. Omega. Slut."
"I...am..." Keiji moaned back in a tone of hungry desperation that sent his feral nature into an unexpected overdrive. "I...am...a...slut..."
Bokuto increased the strength of his grip on the boy's neck and unwittingly began to thrust upwards. Keiji arched forward at his sudden movement and whined out against his sweaty shoulder. With the metallic scent glands so close to his damaged nose, his animalistic appetite for more rushed forward with a vengeance.
"Make. Me. Come." He growled into Keiji's open ear, roughly pushing him back up to a seated position on his aching cock. "Do. It." He rumbled again, his words almost pleading-- he needed to knot, needed to finish things before he lost all measure of control and hurt his Omega.
Keiji's throat whined out and he nodded obediently as he straightened his narrow back, his small fingers lightly grazing Bokuto's lower abdomen for balance. Then, he arched forward and began an accelerated grind, up and down over the lengthy member-- his own small cock bobbing up against his tense abdomen. After a few minutes of metallic euphoria, Bokuto was flooded with relief when he felt his knot begin to form. The Omega slammed his sex downwards once more, his hold dripping arousal onto the dark sheets between their legs.
"Keiji. Slow. Down." Bokuto snarled, abruptly sitting forward to embrace the sweaty boy in his arms. "I'm. Knotting. Stop. Moving."
Ice. Ice. Metal. Ice. The cool fragrance bombarded his senses, provoking his instincts in fury. They roared inside his brain, commanding him to heighten his own pleasure-- to grind into the Omega with everything he had. He bit down hard on his lip, internally battling with his feral nature for control of his physical actions. He would fight back against them until the day he died-- he was never going to hurt his Omega. Never again.
"A-Alpha..." Keiji moaned, resting his forehead against Bokuto's shoulder. "Alpha..."
"Please. Stay. Still." Bokuto growled in reply, clutching onto the boy's small figure for dear life. "I'm. Sorry. I'm. Sorry."
When Keiji's body quivered against his own, he sniffed the air, trying to ascertain just how much pain his Omega was experiencing. He shoved down his panicked thoughts again and again, but couldn't manage to keep them fully under wraps.
"I'm fine...I'm fine..." Keiji whispered, nibbling at the skin of his neck. "Bite...me..."
No. No. If he did that he would hurt his Omega.
Keiji whined again, a wordless complaint at Bokuto's inaction. "Bite me...Alpha...please!"
Bokuto bit down on his lip and pulled the Omega closer to his chest-- focusing all of his remaining attention on retaining concious control.
"BITE ME. FOR CHRISTS SAKES!" Keiji suddenly yelled out, smacking a small hand across Bokuto's face in an unexpected slap. "JUST BITE ME, ALPHA! PLEASE!"
Bokuto was stunned in place for a moment, dark eyes raking over Keiji's panting lips, then down to his quaking body. His eyes darkened and leaned forward to graze his teeth along the soft, pale skin of his Omega's neck and bit down, drawing crimson blood. The instant it touched his tongue, his knot exploded, pumping warm seed inside Keiji's stretched sex. As he came, he lapped up the stray droplets of blood, satisfaction warming the deep recesses of his body. When his cock had loosened, he gingerly slipped it out, but kept a hard, possessive grip on the small boy in his arms.
"Are...are...you...okay..." He panted against the Omega's pale shoulder, nuzzling it with his undamaged chin. "Did...I hurt you?"
"You hurt me by being so fucking scared," Keiji panted in reply, then rolled his head back to look at Bokuto with amused eyes.
"W-what?"
"You were so worried about hurting me the entire time. I could barely smell if you were aroused...your scent was so tense the entire time. I mean...did you even enjoy it?"
"Um," Bokuto began, suddenly feeling sullen and defeated-- was he ever going to get this right? "Of course I did! I just...had to focus a lot of my attention on keeping control...I didn't want to hurt you again."
"Well, stop it," Keiji hotly remarked, poking him in the forehead with a hard forefinger.
"I don't want to do anything that might injure you. There's not good reason to--"
"I can think of a lot of reasons."
"But--"
"How am I supposed to enjoy myself when you don't seem to enjoy it?" Keiji asserted as he slid in further against Bokuto's lean chest, relaxing into the strong embrace. "I'm not a damn doll, Bokuto. We agreed that I would start on top to stretch myself out, then you could take over afterwards, right?"
"I guess..." Bokuto whispered, happily licking over the fresh bite wound on the Omega's neck. "Yeah..."
"You guess...or you agree?"
Bokuto sighed into Keiji's scent glands, then say back against the plush cushions to meet his gaze.
"I agree. Next time, I'll get it right."
"Stop over-thinking it! For crying out loud, I started dating you so I could do all the thinking for us!"
"Okay! Okay! Okay! I'll just do what feels natural, then," Bokuto whined into the covers, hiding his sudden need to smile. "I think...I like our cute bickering...and...also...did you come?"
"I like it, too. And I'm sorry, I didn't mean that...about me doing all the thinking. I'm...kind of a mean drunk...I guess," Keiji admitted with a sheepish grin as Bokuto peaked his head out from the blankets. "And yes, when you bit me. See?" He continued, fingering over the fresh seed on the Alpha's abdomen.
Bokuto let out a sigh of relief and sat forward to pull the small Omega into a spooning embrace. He nestled his damaged nose into the dark locks and inhaled as much as he could, drowning in the dulled, familiar fragrance.
"I'm tired..." He whispered, feeling into the plush mattress beneath him. "Let's sleep...put this whole issue to bed..."
"Mmm...just stop over-thinking...and it'll be fine..." Keiji replied softly, throat humming with a subtle purr that warmed Bokuto's insides.
When Keiji's petite frame relaxed into the crevices of his body, another small grin skittered across his face. He was so very content with his reality. What was life like before his Omega?
He couldn't remember...and he didn't care to even try.
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