eyescar | @gyokukenkon

[ Yuji didn't really mean to make Fushiguro feel as though he had to give in to this, but at the same time...

He can't really deny that he wants it, too. He does want Megumi to be the one to come over and take care of him. But only if that's what his friend wants, because from the little that Yuji knows about being an omega, apparently sharing a heat with an alpha is a big deal. It means something. He doesn't want to risk their friendship just to overcome a little bit of discomfort when he could definitely handle it himself if he tried hard enough. ]

do you want to?
im not gonna make you do something you dont want
even for me! softie fushiguro

I wouldn't offer if I didn't want to.

[ Which is also true. ]

I don't want you suffering through this, idiot.

[ And he's already out of bed, tugging on a nearby sweater but not bothering with shoes. ]

Is your door unlocked?

for real???

[ If Fushiguro had wanted him the whole time...!!

It doesn't matter - he forces himself to stop and focus on the here and now. ]

yeah gojo sensei locked it but you should have a key
its the same right
or just break it idc

[ Megumi has to do some fishing around for the key, but he doesn’t waste anymore time leaving his dorm behind. (He doesn’t even remember to lock it on his way out.)

Thank fuck Gojo put them right next to each other (was that on purpose? Hello?), so it’s only a few quick steps before Megumi is unlocking Yuji’s door instead. Walking inside, he calls immediately, ]

Itadori?

[ Hm. Lump of blankets on the bed looks promising. ]

[ Yuji perks up as soon as he hears the door opening, shifting to try and poke his head out of the little nest he had managed to make for himself in the middle of the fever and the aching. It's nothing spectacular, but it's his first go, so he's happy enough with it.

He'll be even happier once Fushiguro joins him in it, and he shifts, moving so there's space for the other boy to come and join him, hair a pink mop stuck to his skin. ]

C'mere. Please?

[ He's basically whining. ]

[ Yuji's scent is impossible to ignore in the room, and Megumi does his best not to let the cloying sweetness of pheromones fully override his senses. But whatever hesitation he had evaporates when he's faced with the sweaty, feverish, miserable puddle of his best friend; he doesn't even think twice about crossing the room, climbing onto the bed and insinuating himself immediately in the space Yuji made for him.

Instinct and impulse drives Megumi now, overthinking abandoned in favor of wrapping his arms around Yuji without even asking. He should ask, he should be more mindful – all of those extra reminders about being careful and thoughtful nearly forgotten as soon as he touches Yuji. ]

You could've texted me earlier, if it was this bad.

I didn't want to make you do something you didn't want.

[ As soon as Megumi is close enough, Yuji is pressing into him, overheated body sliding into the other boy's arms as he whines in relief. Even though they haven't done anything, the comfort of an alpha's arms and scent is enough to ease some of the thrumming, painful instinct inside of him to go and find one - because one has come to take care of him. It's blissful relief.

Even as he speaks, Yuji is wiggling closer, letting his hands start to trail up Megumi's shirt, nose nuzzling into his neck to scent him properly, to chase the high of alpha. ]

I didn't know if you wanted me.

[ As much as Megumi might usually balk at such sudden and intense physical touch, nothing sets off alarm bells or raises his hackles with Yuji now; instead, his senses are swarmed with the relief of skin contact. Thoughtlessly, he rubs his chin against the top of Yuji's head before nosing into his sweaty hair, fully unbothered by how feverish the other boy is.

Well, unbothered other than worrying relentlessly, but Megumi can't shut that off. ]

Idiot. [ He sighs as his arms tighten around Yuji, powerfully protective. His reluctant admission sounds a little gruff, but no less heartfelt, ]

I always wanted you.

Wait, really?

[ Yuji groans softly. Could he have been with Megumi this whole time? For the hours that he has been suffering and aching, could the two of them have been together? It makes him pout a little, the fact that he's been alone for so long, but he gets over it quickly enough, leaning up to kiss at Megumi's jaw, across, towards his mouth.

He might be pushing his luck, but he wants it. ]

Then I'm yours. You can have me, as much as you want, all of me.

[ A dangerous thing to say to an alpha when you're in heat, he bets. ]

[ The most dangerous thing. So much so that Megumi himself is taken aback by the roaring flare of approval in his chest, the shudder that runs up his spine. One hand shifts, grabbing Yuji by the nape of his neck to drag him back, forcing those hazy eyes to meet Megumi's own; the alpha's pupils are blown so wide blackness nearly swallows the thin ring of blue. ]

Don't offer that.

[ His voice is practically a growl. ]

When you're like this— [ He stops himself, grimacing as he tries to gather his thoughts again – but fuck, it's hard when everything inside him is screaming claim claim claim. ]

You might– regret it later.

[ There, that's what he was trying to say. He doesn't want Yuji to find himself in a position now that might... destroy their friendship after all this is over. ]

[ The immediate reaction has Yuji humming in contentment, the way he lifts his head to look at Megumi. He looks so into this, into Yuji - it might not be fair to tease him, bully him like this, but it makes him feel excited to push and push. He wants to see this alpha, the one he desires, fall apart for him and demand more, to take and take.

It makes him yearn, and he groans softly. ]

But I mean it. Do you think there's anyone else I want?

[ As if there's anyone other than Megumi that could ever make him happy... ]

I liked you already. You're the only one I've been thinking of.

[ So, c'mon, fuck him, please. ]

[ Oh no. It's like pouring gasoline on embers, a flashfire blaze that swallows the remaining tinder of Megumi's anxiety. Yuji wants him, not any available alpha, not a classmate or another sorcerer or— anyone else. He wants Megumi.

Before he can even second-guess himself, Megumi lunges forward, throwing his weight into Yuji to pin him to the bed amidst the fluffy nest of blankets. He immediately ducks close, seeking the slope of Yuji's neck and the pounding of his pulse, the intoxicating scent better than any drug imaginable. No apologies, no asking permission – taking, instead of listening to his more human impulses.

He inhales long, deep, breathing out a low snarl. ]

Tell me— to stop. [ When Yuji wants him to, if he does. ]

[ If Yuji was more aware of himself he would know just what kind of trouble he's causing - but right now, he's too wrapped up in Megumi, the way he feels, the smell of his pheromones, the feverish temperature of his skin. He doesn't make any sound of protest as he's shifted, pinned into the bed, his eyes wide and nose flaring as he drinks in the wonder that is Megumi.

Tilting his head, he bares himself, the soft skin of his neck, the scent gland, the things that he should keep secret and safe from alphas when he is in heat. With Megumi, though, there is no hesitation, no pause, nothing to stop him from giving himself over to the person he wants most.

Opening his hips, he wiggles, letting Megumi have space to slot against him, his eyes closing as he tilts back. ]

I will. But I won't want you to. I trust you.

[ This is basically an alpha’s fucking wet dream – but neither of them are prepared for the reality of an omega in heat getting exactly what he wants. Megumi, however, is caring less and less about “best interests” or “safety,” especially when his mouth naturally finds that tantalizing scent gland at the join of Yuji’s shoulder. He wants so badly to sink in his teeth, to stake his claim on his omega—

He groans, his body covering Yuji and fitting between his thighs so comfortably, like Megumi was meant to be there. Megumi also didn’t realize how much his own need was singing and aching to be close to Yuji, fixated on his best friend’s well-being; when Megumi grinds down now, his cock is already tenting his sweats, and the friction nearly knocks the wind from his lungs.

Yuji trusts him – which is why, when Megumi bites down, he picks a spot higher on Yuji’s neck, intentionally avoiding that enticing scent gland. Megumi’s instincts scream otherwise, but he’s trying not to make a choice for them both in the heat (ha) of the moment.

But it’s so fucking tempting. ]

[ Yuji is still too foreign to this world of alphas and omegas; running on instinct and what little Gojo-sensei and Ieiri-san had been able to tell him isn't really enough, but he's doing what he can to make it work. It means that he can put all his trust in Megumi, however, and let himself bask in the fact that he will be taken care of and cherished, because there's no way that Megumi would ever hurt him on purpose. He doesn't believe that for a second.

As soon as the other boy is settled and biting at his neck, Yuji is rocking his hips up, rolling against him in a slow grind, as if he's already got a cock deep inside of him, and he's riding it. He can feel the pressure of Megumi's dick against him, and he hisses, pressing down to chase the feeling and try and earn the right to have it for himself.

He wants all of Megumi - every last bit of him.

The bite has him groaning aloud, almost thrashing, as his hands reach up to start pulling at clothes desperately. ]

I want to touch you, please, let me, c'mon-

[ Clothes – who needs those bitches? The only reluctance Megumi feels about Yuji’s demand is that it requires him to release the new mark on the omega’s neck.

His teeth didn’t draw blood – yet – and he avoided the open invitation of Yuji’s unclaimed scent, but he finally lets go to briefly disentangle himself. He doesn’t climb out of the nest, but he yanks off his sweater, kicking down his sweats and completely ignoring wherever the hell they end up on the floor.

When he closes the space between them again, the contact of skin-to-skin makes Megumi growl with approval. He slots himself against Yuji, his cock grinding along the groove of the omega’s hip, throbbing already. Leaning in for a searing kiss, Megumi gives his next husky order against Yuji’s lips, ]

Roll over.

[ As soon as there’s a press of skin on skin, Yuji is moaning softly, his body instinctively seeking out more and more of it. He wants to feel Megumi’s touch all over his body, wants to feel him on every inch of his skin. He’s desperate for it, even more than he had been when this had just been a fantasy. He wants to be touched, to be kissed, taken, but he doesn’t know how to ask for it.

Hips twitching, grinding forward, he watches as Megumi bares himself, licking his lips. He’s perfect, a perfect alpha, and the neediness is going to kill him.

There’s no hesitation, though. As soon as he’s given the command, Yuji shifts his weight, turning around. He’s already damp from sweat, but it’s clear as well that he’s wet elsewhere, wanting and needing to be filled.

He just didn’t know how to ask. ]

Megumi…

[ The sweet smell of Yuji's slick is overpowering like this, clouding Megumi's senses all over again. He runs a hand up the plane of a well-muscled back, sliding down and possessively grabbing a palmful of the omega's ass, squeezing.

Mine.

Fingers dip lower, and Megumi's breathing catches at the first touch of just how wet Yuji is. Another rush of desire and claiming instinct follows as his fingers find Yuji's hole, exploring, teasing, smearing more of that slick and only intensifying the cloying scent in the dorm. ]

Fuck, you must have been going insane...

[ If he wasn't in heat, this would be mortifying, turning over and baring himself for Megumi to look at, letting his questing fingers touch and explore, to do whatever he wants with his body. Yuji can feel himself practically dripping, the slick staining the inside of his thighs and making him want more, and his cock twitches between his legs.

Arching his back a little more, he nods his head. ]

I couldn't eat anything, I just wanted...

[ This. He wanted Megumi to touch him, to take him, to love him. ]

Please don't make me wait any longer.

[ How is Megumi’s willpower supposed to win out here? How is he supposed to do anything but relentlessly rut until neither of them can walk straight?

Megumi wets his lips as two fingertips tease the rim of Yuji’s hole, nudging almost effortlessly past the initial resistance as the omega pleads and arches and— fuck, Megumi can’t think. He can’t experiment now or explore, not when instinct drives him to get up on his knees behind Yuji, gripping the other boy’s hips with bruising strength. ]

Tell me what you want.

[ He reaches down to steady his cock, lined up perfectly with Yuji’s dripping, waiting hole. Hard to tell if it’s alpha instincts demanding his omega’s submission or just the remnants of Megumi checking in one last time with his best friend.

(Desperate as he may be to fulfill these wishes, he still doesn’t want to hurt Yuji. He’s not sure how he would ever forgive himself with that suffering on his conscience.) ]

[ It's getting harder and harder to focus, so desperate to give in to his basest desires and let Megumi do whatever he wants to him, without question. Maybe if it was someone else, anyone else, he might be less willing to put his trust into him like this, but he knows that Megumi won't hurt him, not intentionally or in a way he doesn't want.

Fingers press gently at his rim and he leans back into it, seeking, searching for something he's never really felt before, but he knows he wants unquestioningly. ]

I want you to fuck me. Please, Megumi, my alpha, please...

[ He reaches back, pulling on his own ass to bare his hole more, to push back against Megumi's cock. ]

I'm yours.

[ Whatever is left of Megumi’s willpower and the niggling worries about Yuji’s wellbeing evaporates when that beautiful, whimpering voice hits Megumi’s ear. A long shudder runs up his spine, fingers flexing on Yuji’s hip as he leans over the other boy, cock poised and ready to slide home in that waiting hole. ]

You’re mine.

[ And as if to seal the promise, Megumi finally, finally breaches the impossible wet, tight heat of his omega in one thrust. He groans as Yuji’s body swallows inch after inch, and he doesn’t still until his hips sit flush with Yuji’s perfect ass.

Fuck, he meant to go slow, wanted to make sure he isn’t hurting Yuji, but all his body can do is take. ]

[ Just feeling Megumi's body above his own, knowing what's going to happen, makes him shiver, wanting more and knowing he's going to get it. There's no way that his friend would tease him, bully him, let him get this close to bliss and then take it away from him. He knows he can rely on him, and when it happens it'll feel amazing.

The words echo behind him and Yuji nods, waiting, wanting, until he feels the cock press inside of him. It does hurt, a little, but that is nothing compared to the bliss he feels, the sheer delight at being filled. The noise he makes is a little strangled, desperately, hips pressing back until Megumi is as deep inside him as he can get.

It's almost perfect, almost. The only thing that would make it better would be a knot, stretching him. ]

Yes... Fuck, yes.

[ Another time, when Megumi isn't running on instinct, he'd love to drag this out, to make Yuji beg longer, more desperately, to see what it takes to turn his omega into an incoherent, knot-hungry wreck. (More than he already is.) But not when he knows how much Yuji needs this – and how much Megumi needs it.

No signs of discomfort, and the fact that Yuji is just trying to take more of Megumi's cock is all the encouragement he needs. Bottomed-out, Megumi leans over to brace his weight on one arm, covering Yuji's back and putting his mouth level with the scent gland in Yuji's neck that's practically singing to the alpha.

Groaning, Megumi draws his hips back, sliding partially free of Yuji – just enough to thrust in again... and again and again, seeking a steady rutting rhythm. He has a purpose to fulfill, after all, and his body clearly knows what he needs to do. And also? He wants to take care of Yuji so badly. ]

[ It might be intense and faster than perhaps it should be, but it's exactly what Yuji wanted - to be taken, to feel himself fall apart completely, to arch his back and moan at the press of Megumi's cock inside of him. Nothing he had dreamed about had even come close, nothing could replicate the perfection of this feeling, and he shivers, huffing out little noises of pleasure.

The solid weight of Megumi above him makes his body sing, and he's tilting his head before he can even think about it, baring himself, digging his hands into the bed below him. Each thrust feels like it could shove him forward if he isn't careful, but he wants to take the full force of Megumi's pleasure.

He wants it all. ]

Perfect... Megumi, you're perfect...

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