It's the kind of word that Yuji has heard before, something that registers in his mind, but he has no idea what it means in the context of what is going on between him and Megumi, or him and the rest of the world. He takes a little bit of time to think it through, to try and parse what the words mean... But it doesn't really make sense. He's not sure what a heat is, and when he slips into his room he settles down on the bed, tilting up to look over at Megumi with a small smile.
Whatever it is, he can trust his friend. He's sure of that.
As they make themselves comfortable, he begins to wiggle around on the bed, getting his blanket and his pillows and fluffing them up, pressing them around him. It's an unconscious movement, ]
Am I supposed to know what that means?
[ His lips twitch a little, and he slips a little closer. He wants to reach out to Megumi, an overwhelming desire to wrap around him and bring him close, but he's not sure why that is - or if it's even allowed. Knots in his stomach, he breathes out gently. ]
[ From the books he's read, Megumi knows much more about their physiology and behaviours than your typical teen. While the typical teenage alpha would be bumbling through their rut or driven recklessly crazy at the first whiff of an omega in heat, Megumi remains painfully aware and - to his best ability - self-contained. Silent, observant, and keeping his urges in tow. He can see his friend engaging in that nesting behaviour already, and that only confirms his suspicions. It's too late to take suppressants at this stage in time, however. The only solution that Yuji has would be to ride it out somehow.
He's trying to be the calm and dependable one, but he would be lying to himself if the sight of the other boy building a cozy nest for himself doesn't stir him up with those animalistic urges. It's crazy; they're only fifteen, and in no position to even consider having a child together. Still, they wouldn't be instincts if they had conscious thought to them. An omega nests in preparation for their pups, after all. ]
Of course our sensei told you nothing at all. [ No surprise there. Megumi clicks his tongue. Now he's left with the burden of explaining this very awkward and embarrassing thing, when he's hardly in the state to be thinking logically. ]
You're in your breeding season. [ Might as well just be curt about it, even if it's so vulgar to say. ] You must have noticed yourself feeling worked up, right?
The words do make him stop and think, though, actually pay attention to his body a little more. He's felt really warm today, especially under his hoodie, and he's wanted to get closer and closer to Fushiguro the more time they've spent together. The idea of the two of them separating now makes him feel as though he's done something wrong, a kind of painful, gnawing guilt inside of him that makes him want to do better; if he's done something to upset his friend or make it seem as though he wouldn't be good enough...
Oh. Maybe it all makes a little more sense now.
Wiggling a little, he glances away, suddenly painfully shy. The last few days have been pretty rough in the morning, and anyone else might describe it as being unusually horny, but Yuji honestly doesn't pay attention to those things. Fushiguro bringing attention to it is enough to have him nodding his head, looking back over with a light blush and a shy expression. ]
I - yeah. A little. It makes sense that it would be something like that now you've said it.
[ His hands sink into the pillows around him as he sighs. ]
[ That blush is definitely endearing. Despite the other boy's open and friendly personality, he was likely inexperienced in such matters, and there was something about that that was appealing to Megumi. His train of thought also trails to something less innocent - how he would like to see the other boy blush in a different context as well.
Yuji seems to understand and accept the explanation without further questions, which is a trait of his that makes him easy for Megumi to get along with. It means he doesn't have to explain himself any more than he really wants to, and that's a blessing when the topic matter is something so difficult to talk about.
Megumi is about to respond with a curt 'I already told you what to do', when the other boy follows up with that other request. The request for 'help' can mean many things. He could be asking for Megumi's advice on how to get rid of the heat or tolerate the symptoms, or he could -- be asking for assistance to relieve said symptoms, in a way that's not at all innocent.
He knows the other boy can be dense at times, but he's also not stupid. For that reason, Megumi cannot quite grasp whether or not he knows the implications of what he's asking - where it would make the mind of any typical alpha travel. This seems to have a particularly heavy impact on Megumi, who's forged such a close bond with him during their time together and carries so much attachment to him.
There's so much he wants to do, and he's thinking about it. Megumi keeps himself subdued, however, only allowing himself to walk forward and close some of the distance between them both. ] Help you?
Do you know what you're asking for? [ He punctuates that by reaching out, fingers brushing along the sensitive skin of the other boy's throat and catching his chin in their grasp, tilting that chin upward to meet his eyes. ]
[ Yuji has a vague idea of what he's asking for, of what he wants Megumi to give him - if he's going into his 'breeding season' then he's going to need to be 'bred', right? The notion of having someone else come and do that with him doesn't feel right, and with Fushiguro right in front of him, he can't imagine it with anyone else. He smells so good, and he's handsome, and his best friend, so who else could he ever possibly want?
Fushiguro is perfect, at least in Yuji's eyes.
He's about to speak, to say something, when there's gentle fingers brushing against the skin of his neck, and Yuji's eyes widen briefly before they flicker and close, his body leaning towards the touch. He feels so warm already that the simple press of fingertips feels like cool ice, bringing him back into the present before he has to try and find words. Not only that, but he can't just sit there in silence, but...
It would be nice to just lie back and let Fushiguro do whatever he pleases, but - that feels wrong, too. ]
I know what it means. I want it.
[ Lifting his hand, he reaches to wrap one arm around Fushiguro gently. ]
I don't think there's anyone else in the world I want this from. I want you.
[ Somehow, it feels right, and he doesn't know if that's how he actually feels, or if he's entered a frenzy from being so close to Yuji he's drowning in those inviting pheromones. Megumi knows there's a lot of thinking he needs to do about this, a lot of risks he needs to consider. The physical risk is a huge one, of course. His mind tells him he could never hurt Yuji in any way that actually matters, and he can't think of a single more hurtful thing like doing what his urges are telling him to do - like fucking him, and forcing him to have their child. If that isn't what the other boy wants, it could shatter his world. Ruin his life, or what little he has of it. Megumi knows he's a villain in what he wants to do, but the urges are so strong they're practically screaming at him, his heart pounding and his eyes becoming dilated with a feral sort of need. With that physical hurt, comes the emotional ones at as well. He doesn't want to think about how Yuji is going to feel after they are done. Especially if he hates it, like Megumi is expecting him to. Why would his friend ever actually want this, after all? Want him, in particular?
Still, even with his cautiousness and his pessimism, it still feels right. Embracing Yuji, and basking in his sweet, calming scent. He wants to be around him all the time, and their heats and ruts have nothing to do with any of it. He doesn't know what any of that means and he's always tried not to analyze it too hard. Admittingly, it's even harder to analyze his feelings right now when Yuji is blatantly inviting him, and there's nothing that can really stop his rampaging desire. ]
You're not helpless. If you hate it, you can stop me.
[ That's all the warning he will give before the relinquishes the last of his self-control. Grabbing on to the other boy's shirt, Megumi rushes him back, practically shoving him onto the bed and climbing on top of him. Roughly, he grabs an ankle and swings it over his shoulder, settling himself between the other boy's legs. There's a burning need within him, and his cock is hardening already, the shape of it visible beneath his grey sweatpants. He gives a rough grind, selfishly using the warmth of the other boy's body for his own needs, grinding against his ass. ]
[ All of these sensations are new to Yuji, who wants nothing more than to burrow his way into the nest around him and sink into it, to let the strange feelings overwhelm him. The urge to have a body to curl up beside is starting to thrum through him, and when he looks up at Megumi again all he can think about is dragging him closer and shoving his face into his neck, to smell him until the scent of him surrounds him. It's a little uncomfortable to think about, but it feels as though this is an urge that he can't even begin to ignore.
Not that he wants to ignore it, necessarily; what he wants is to let himself sink into it, to let himself be utterly devoured by the urge to be taken, to give himself over to Megumi. He's always been good at following the other's orders, but this is something different - beyond instinct. This is a want to give himself over completely until there is nothing left other than the heat and the press of mouth on mouth.
It would be embarrassing, he thinks, if it was anyone else. ]
If I want to stop it I can. I know that.
[ In a fist fight, he would definitely beat Megumi, there's no question of that. A part of him is pretty sure he isn't going to hate it, though.
Before he can say anything else, he's on his back, his eyes dragging over Megumi's body before he whines, pressing his own body up against him. It makes him want more, and Yuji leans back into the bed behind him, cheeks flushed and warm and his body absolutely yearning for more of what Megumi is offering him. He even tilts his head a little, baring his neck and humming softly. ]
I - I don't know. I want you to touch me? And bite me?
[ Yuji is giving in too easily, and in a lot of ways, it makes sense. They've always had a certain sort of dynamic to them, with the other boy rarely ever questioning his orders or decisions and following them without question. It's submission in a sense, but he also knows that Yuji isn't a weak personality by any means. Would it be trust, then? It warms his heart to think that the other boy would trust him with his body in this vulnerable state that he's in. Though it's difficult for Megumi to wrap his head around the thought of someone desiring him, he does wonder if there's an element of that as well. He hopes so. Because he's quickly realising his desire for Yuji isn't only brought on by their biology.
The other boy is laid out before him, whining and sensitive to each touch, and it only entices Megumi on further, his cock achingly hard inside his pants. Megumi leans forward, lining their bodies and grinding his hips against the other boy. ]
Whatever you want. [ Because it's never been just about one person taking, and the other person giving with the both of them. Just as Yuji always tries his best to meet Megumi's wishes and demands, Megumi also wants to take care of him - especially in this moment of vulnerability.
With that, he lines their bodies, burrowing his face against the other boy's neck and using his mouth - planting hungry kisses and running his tongue against the hot skin. There's a brief thought that he should kiss him - give this boy his very first kiss - but he's still unsure if Yuji wants to make this anything more than a simple attempt to stave off his heat. He will touch him, though, as the other boy had requested. Hips still grinding against the other boy, Megumi pins one of his wrists against the sheets, and his other hand explores, running up the firm muscle of his abdomen and teasing a nipple. ]
[ The immediate urge to be submissive isn't exactly new, but the overwhelming nature of it isn't something Yuji can really rationalise in his head right now. He's so desperate to give his partner anything that he wants that he can't even begin to think about his own pleasure, he doesn't care about being touched or taken care of when he could be reaching out and touching Megumi, stroking his hands over his warm skin, pressing a mouth to his neck and tasting the sweetness of his skin. That seems far more important to him right now.
His hips press up into the slow grind of Megumi against him, and he leans back to arch against him just a little. He wants more of that pressure, more of that pleasure, chasing the feeling of it without any hesitation. He wants to be owned, he thinks, and that's such a strange feeling.
Eyes dark and lidded, he gazes at Megumi, wondering if he should be doing something. Should he be reaching out to touch, trying to lean up and taste? Yuji is filled with this overwhelming urge to please his friend, to bring him pleasure and give him whatever he wants, and it thrums through him like a rush of need. The touch to his nipple has him arching, groaning as he presses into it, but his own hands begin to reach out - to stroke along Megumi's arm, to touch at his hip, to draw him closer, as if he's not sure where the best place to touch is.
In his mind, he knows he wants to touch Megumi's cock, to pleasure him, to show him that he can be good, too, but he doesn't want his own feelings to stop. Selfishly, he wants to keep being touched. ]
[ It feels like he's drunk on the sweetness of the other boy's skin. It was so hot beneath his lips, and he's loving both the taste, and the way Yuji's chest rises and falls against his own, the way the other boy's breath hitches. At this point, Megumi can't really separate which of these feelings are his own, and which were brought on by their particular biology. All he knows is that he wants this boy - and not just as sweet fling or a way to kill time. He wants this boy to always be his, and the thought of someone else getting to touch him or taste him this way sits so wrongly with Megumi that he doesn't think he can stop himself from becoming violent. His mate. His omega. His -- Yuji. It feels like they're skipping so many steps with this, with how neither of them have even started to call each other by their first name, but that's something to think about for later.
Right now, all he wants to do is sink his teeth in, but he also knows that once he does, the deal is done. He won't put his best friend through that until they can be absolutely sure it's what he wants. Instead, Megumi continues to suckle at his neck, leaving delicious pink bruises that he hopes will not fade too quickly. His fingers are more relentless now, pinching that nipple and giving it a hard squeeze between his fingers. His other hand reaches down to claim the other boy's ass, groping and squeezing the soft muscle. He doesn't know how far they'll go, but he can't stop himself from thinking about it - wanting to get the other boy wet down there so he can enter him without fuss. He knows it will probably hurt for a first time, but the further he falls into this frenzied state, the less he finds himself caring about being gentle, his cock already hard and tenting in his slacks in anticipation.
He stops when he hears Yuji's request, dark gaze fixed on his face now. Megumi sort of knows what he's asking for, and it's difficult to refuse such a request in the state that he's in. ]
Be my guest ... [ Grabbing the other boy's wrist, he guides him down the span of his own hips until they're beneath the elastic of his waistline, and Yuji will be able to feel it then - Megumi's cock, hot, hard, and heavy in his fingers. There's a hitch in breath at the contact, his heart beating too quickly in his chest now, and he wants more. ]
[ Yuji has never felt anything like this before. It feels as though he's burning from the inside out, as though there's a fire in his stomach that's making him blaze through his skin, and his eyes are glued to Fushiguro as he watches him. He doesn't want to blink and look away, as if he might end up losing this moment forever if he isn't careful, wanting nothing more than to reach out and keep tugging him closer. The desperation he feels can't just be because he's going into heat, or whatever it is that Megumi said - there's something more to it, he's sure, but he can't vocalise it right now.
The scrape of teeth and the threat of a real bite makes Yuji moan softly, and he feels it run through him like a lightning bolt to his spine - the way he wants to pull Megumi closer and let him bite, leave all the marks he want, to do anything that he could possibly desire. It's all so heady and overwhelming, and he moans immediately, pushing himself down into the touch of Megumi's hand, begging for more without words. He doesn't care about waiting, taking their time, making sure it'll all be okay: he doesn't care about it hurting or any aches that might occur.
He wants more of this, wants to completely belong to Megumi. ]
Yes, alpha, thank you -
[ It takes him no time at all to wrap his hand around Megumi's cock, to squeeze it gently, before he begins to move his hand. He's jerked himself off before, obviously, so he tries to replicate what he enjoys on the other boy's cock, teasing him a little as his own hips wiggle. He wants to be filled so desperately, but he also wants to please more than anything else in the world. ]
[ He knows the other boy must be in a frenzy right now, driven crazy by his biological urges. By calling him that, the other boy is acknowledging their roles - showing submission, and allowing himself to be taken and claimed. While there's a part of that that he likes - the sense of power, and the knowledge that the other boy was submitting himself to him - it also doesn't feel completely right. That's why Megumi pauses for a second, leaning forward to press their lips together. ]
Megumi. [ They've never called each other by their first names, and it was never a bridge Megumi thought to cross even if Yuji was his closest friend. It didn't feel right to do something like this, to maybe form a bond between them that will tie them together until they die, and not be calling each other by their given names. So, he's giving permission.
With that, he picks up the pace again, kissing down the other boy's neck and sucking at it relentlessly, leaving reddened marks and small nibbles in his wake. With that hand around his cock, he starts to thrust, thinking about all the ways he could be thrusting into Yuji instead - perhaps his mouth, or his hole. It's good, and he feels himself becoming closer the harder he jerks his hips against the other boy's hand, but it's far from enough. He needs the real thing.
With one low grunt, Megumi grabs on to the waistline of the other boy's pants and underwear and practically rips them off, tearing at the elastic slightly with his fervent show of strength. He punctuates that raw act with teeth around the other boy's nipple, biting hard enough to bruise and perhaps even bleed. ]
[ Yuji wants to keep whispering it, begging, alpha, alpha - he wiggles, wanting, and his head tilts up to try and wrap his arms around Megumi and pull him closer. The truth is that he is losing a little control of himself, that the heat is rushing through him and leaving him desperate and wanting, but he is still himself. He still knows it's Megumi rather than some nameless, faceless alpha attempting to know him, and that means he can seek out his mouth and claim it.
He'd already thought his best friend was cute, and handsome, but had never dwelled on it for too long, never thought about it in a concrete sense. When he tilts up to try and get himself closer, he realises that the subconscious want had always been there, that he had always desired this: to be touched, and held, and claimed, but only by him. Only for Megumi. ]
Megumi... Megumi, please... [ He tilts his head to one side, baring himself, his neck free and ready for teeth to sink into it, if Megumi wanted to. He lifts his hips up so that his lower half can be naked in the way he so desperately wants, and he whines out loud, pushing his chest up. His own fingers are exploring, trying to push Megumi's clothes away, to seek out the touch of his skin and the warmth of his body.
He's perfect, and warm, and wonderful, and being so kind and gentle but Yuji wants... ]
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It's the kind of word that Yuji has heard before, something that registers in his mind, but he has no idea what it means in the context of what is going on between him and Megumi, or him and the rest of the world. He takes a little bit of time to think it through, to try and parse what the words mean... But it doesn't really make sense. He's not sure what a heat is, and when he slips into his room he settles down on the bed, tilting up to look over at Megumi with a small smile.
Whatever it is, he can trust his friend. He's sure of that.
As they make themselves comfortable, he begins to wiggle around on the bed, getting his blanket and his pillows and fluffing them up, pressing them around him. It's an unconscious movement, ]
Am I supposed to know what that means?
[ His lips twitch a little, and he slips a little closer. He wants to reach out to Megumi, an overwhelming desire to wrap around him and bring him close, but he's not sure why that is - or if it's even allowed. Knots in his stomach, he breathes out gently. ]
... Is it bad? Am I in trouble?
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He's trying to be the calm and dependable one, but he would be lying to himself if the sight of the other boy building a cozy nest for himself doesn't stir him up with those
animalistic urges. It's crazy; they're only fifteen, and in no position to even consider having a child together. Still, they wouldn't be instincts if they had conscious thought to them. An omega nests in preparation for their pups, after all. ]
Of course our sensei told you nothing at all. [ No surprise there. Megumi clicks his tongue. Now he's left with the burden of explaining this very awkward and embarrassing thing, when he's hardly in the state to be thinking logically. ]
You're in your breeding season. [ Might as well just be curt about it, even if it's so vulgar to say. ] You must have noticed yourself feeling worked up, right?
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No one had told Yuji about anything like that.
The words do make him stop and think, though, actually pay attention to his body a little more. He's felt really warm today, especially under his hoodie, and he's wanted to get closer and closer to Fushiguro the more time they've spent together. The idea of the two of them separating now makes him feel as though he's done something wrong, a kind of painful, gnawing guilt inside of him that makes him want to do better; if he's done something to upset his friend or make it seem as though he wouldn't be good enough...
Oh. Maybe it all makes a little more sense now.
Wiggling a little, he glances away, suddenly painfully shy. The last few days have been pretty rough in the morning, and anyone else might describe it as being unusually horny, but Yuji honestly doesn't pay attention to those things. Fushiguro bringing attention to it is enough to have him nodding his head, looking back over with a light blush and a shy expression. ]
I - yeah. A little. It makes sense that it would be something like that now you've said it.
[ His hands sink into the pillows around him as he sighs. ]
What do I do? Can you help me?
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Yuji seems to understand and accept the explanation without further questions, which is a trait of his that makes him easy for Megumi to get along with. It means he doesn't have to explain himself any more than he really wants to, and that's a blessing when the topic matter is something so difficult to talk about.
Megumi is about to respond with a curt 'I already told you what to do', when the other boy follows up with that other request. The request for 'help' can mean many things. He could be asking for Megumi's advice on how to get rid of the heat or tolerate the symptoms, or he could -- be asking for assistance to relieve said symptoms, in a way that's not at all innocent.
He knows the other boy can be dense at times, but he's also not stupid. For that reason, Megumi cannot quite grasp whether or not he knows the implications of what he's asking - where it would make the mind of any typical alpha travel. This seems to have a particularly heavy impact on Megumi, who's forged such a close bond with him during their time together and carries so much attachment to him.
There's so much he wants to do, and he's thinking about it. Megumi keeps himself subdued, however, only allowing himself to walk forward and close some of the distance between them both. ] Help you?
Do you know what you're asking for? [ He punctuates that by reaching out, fingers brushing along the sensitive skin of the other boy's throat and catching his chin in their grasp, tilting that chin upward to meet his eyes. ]
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Fushiguro is perfect, at least in Yuji's eyes.
He's about to speak, to say something, when there's gentle fingers brushing against the skin of his neck, and Yuji's eyes widen briefly before they flicker and close, his body leaning towards the touch. He feels so warm already that the simple press of fingertips feels like cool ice, bringing him back into the present before he has to try and find words. Not only that, but he can't just sit there in silence, but...
It would be nice to just lie back and let Fushiguro do whatever he pleases, but - that feels wrong, too. ]
I know what it means. I want it.
[ Lifting his hand, he reaches to wrap one arm around Fushiguro gently. ]
I don't think there's anyone else in the world I want this from. I want you.
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Still, even with his cautiousness and his pessimism, it still feels right. Embracing Yuji, and basking in his sweet, calming scent. He wants to be around him all the time, and their heats and ruts have nothing to do with any of it. He doesn't know what any of that means and he's always tried not to analyze it too hard. Admittingly, it's even harder to analyze his feelings right now when Yuji is blatantly inviting him, and there's nothing that can really stop his rampaging desire. ]
You're not helpless. If you hate it, you can stop me.
[ That's all the warning he will give before the relinquishes the last of his self-control. Grabbing on to the other boy's shirt, Megumi rushes him back, practically shoving him onto the bed and climbing on top of him. Roughly, he grabs an ankle and swings it over his shoulder, settling himself between the other boy's legs. There's a burning need within him, and his cock is hardening already, the shape of it visible beneath his grey sweatpants. He gives a rough grind, selfishly using the warmth of the other boy's body for his own needs, grinding against his ass. ]
What exactly do you want me to do?
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Not that he wants to ignore it, necessarily; what he wants is to let himself sink into it, to let himself be utterly devoured by the urge to be taken, to give himself over to Megumi. He's always been good at following the other's orders, but this is something different - beyond instinct. This is a want to give himself over completely until there is nothing left other than the heat and the press of mouth on mouth.
It would be embarrassing, he thinks, if it was anyone else. ]
If I want to stop it I can. I know that.
[ In a fist fight, he would definitely beat Megumi, there's no question of that. A part of him is pretty sure he isn't going to hate it, though.
Before he can say anything else, he's on his back, his eyes dragging over Megumi's body before he whines, pressing his own body up against him. It makes him want more, and Yuji leans back into the bed behind him, cheeks flushed and warm and his body absolutely yearning for more of what Megumi is offering him. He even tilts his head a little, baring his neck and humming softly. ]
I - I don't know. I want you to touch me? And bite me?
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The other boy is laid out before him, whining and sensitive to each touch, and it only entices Megumi on further, his cock achingly hard inside his pants. Megumi leans forward, lining their bodies and grinding his hips against the other boy. ]
Whatever you want. [ Because it's never been just about one person taking, and the other person giving with the both of them. Just as Yuji always tries his best to meet Megumi's wishes and demands, Megumi also wants to take care of him - especially in this moment of vulnerability.
With that, he lines their bodies, burrowing his face against the other boy's neck and using his mouth - planting hungry kisses and running his tongue against the hot skin. There's a brief thought that he should kiss him - give this boy his very first kiss - but he's still unsure if Yuji wants to make this anything more than a simple attempt to stave off his heat. He will touch him, though, as the other boy had requested. Hips still grinding against the other boy, Megumi pins one of his wrists against the sheets, and his other hand explores, running up the firm muscle of his abdomen and teasing a nipple. ]
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[ The immediate urge to be submissive isn't exactly new, but the overwhelming nature of it isn't something Yuji can really rationalise in his head right now. He's so desperate to give his partner anything that he wants that he can't even begin to think about his own pleasure, he doesn't care about being touched or taken care of when he could be reaching out and touching Megumi, stroking his hands over his warm skin, pressing a mouth to his neck and tasting the sweetness of his skin. That seems far more important to him right now.
His hips press up into the slow grind of Megumi against him, and he leans back to arch against him just a little. He wants more of that pressure, more of that pleasure, chasing the feeling of it without any hesitation. He wants to be owned, he thinks, and that's such a strange feeling.
Eyes dark and lidded, he gazes at Megumi, wondering if he should be doing something. Should he be reaching out to touch, trying to lean up and taste? Yuji is filled with this overwhelming urge to please his friend, to bring him pleasure and give him whatever he wants, and it thrums through him like a rush of need. The touch to his nipple has him arching, groaning as he presses into it, but his own hands begin to reach out - to stroke along Megumi's arm, to touch at his hip, to draw him closer, as if he's not sure where the best place to touch is.
In his mind, he knows he wants to touch Megumi's cock, to pleasure him, to show him that he can be good, too, but he doesn't want his own feelings to stop. Selfishly, he wants to keep being touched. ]
Let me - I want to feel you too.
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Right now, all he wants to do is sink his teeth in, but he also knows that once he does, the deal is done. He won't put his best friend through that until they can be absolutely sure it's what he wants. Instead, Megumi continues to suckle at his neck, leaving delicious pink bruises that he hopes will not fade too quickly. His fingers are more relentless now, pinching that nipple and giving it a hard squeeze between his fingers. His other hand reaches down to claim the other boy's ass, groping and squeezing the soft muscle. He doesn't know how far they'll go, but he can't stop himself from thinking about it - wanting to get the other boy wet down there so he can enter him without fuss. He knows it will probably hurt for a first time, but the further he falls into this frenzied state, the less he finds himself caring about being gentle, his cock already hard and tenting in his slacks in anticipation.
He stops when he hears Yuji's request, dark gaze fixed on his face now. Megumi sort of knows what he's asking for, and it's difficult to refuse such a request in the state that he's in. ]
Be my guest ... [ Grabbing the other boy's wrist, he guides him down the span of his own hips until they're beneath the elastic of his waistline, and Yuji will be able to feel it then - Megumi's cock, hot, hard, and heavy in his fingers. There's a hitch in breath at the contact, his heart beating too quickly in his chest now, and he wants more. ]
Stroke it.
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The scrape of teeth and the threat of a real bite makes Yuji moan softly, and he feels it run through him like a lightning bolt to his spine - the way he wants to pull Megumi closer and let him bite, leave all the marks he want, to do anything that he could possibly desire. It's all so heady and overwhelming, and he moans immediately, pushing himself down into the touch of Megumi's hand, begging for more without words. He doesn't care about waiting, taking their time, making sure it'll all be okay: he doesn't care about it hurting or any aches that might occur.
He wants more of this, wants to completely belong to Megumi. ]
Yes, alpha, thank you -
[ It takes him no time at all to wrap his hand around Megumi's cock, to squeeze it gently, before he begins to move his hand. He's jerked himself off before, obviously, so he tries to replicate what he enjoys on the other boy's cock, teasing him a little as his own hips wiggle. He wants to be filled so desperately, but he also wants to please more than anything else in the world. ]
Anything.
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Megumi. [ They've never called each other by their first names, and it was never a bridge Megumi thought to cross even if Yuji was his closest friend. It didn't feel right to do something like this, to maybe form a bond between them that will tie them together until they die, and not be calling each other by their given names. So, he's giving permission.
With that, he picks up the pace again, kissing down the other boy's neck and sucking at it relentlessly, leaving reddened marks and small nibbles in his wake. With that hand around his cock, he starts to thrust, thinking about all the ways he could be thrusting into Yuji instead - perhaps his mouth, or his hole. It's good, and he feels himself becoming closer the harder he jerks his hips against the other boy's hand, but it's far from enough. He needs the real thing.
With one low grunt, Megumi grabs on to the waistline of the other boy's pants and underwear and practically rips them off, tearing at the elastic slightly with his fervent show of strength. He punctuates that raw act with teeth around the other boy's nipple, biting hard enough to bruise and perhaps even bleed. ]
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He'd already thought his best friend was cute, and handsome, but had never dwelled on it for too long, never thought about it in a concrete sense. When he tilts up to try and get himself closer, he realises that the subconscious want had always been there, that he had always desired this: to be touched, and held, and claimed, but only by him. Only for Megumi. ]
Megumi... Megumi, please... [ He tilts his head to one side, baring himself, his neck free and ready for teeth to sink into it, if Megumi wanted to. He lifts his hips up so that his lower half can be naked in the way he so desperately wants, and he whines out loud, pushing his chest up. His own fingers are exploring, trying to push Megumi's clothes away, to seek out the touch of his skin and the warmth of his body.
He's perfect, and warm, and wonderful, and being so kind and gentle but Yuji wants... ]
You don't have to go so slow.