[ 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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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.