[ 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. ]
[ 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, ]
[ 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.
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
[ 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.
[ Somewhere between the haze of pleasure and instinct is a part of Megumi that jealousy clings to every word of praise falling from Yuji’s lips. Praise and want and desire, all for Megumi. But the pessimistic realist has to raise the doubt: is Yuji still going to feel like this after his heat passes?
Megumi hopes those feelings hold true, because the alpha doesn’t know how to resist such a tantalizing offer like that beautifully bared skin. Yuji is practically handing himself to Megumi on a silver platter, giving everything that an alpha could possibly demand – even if he really shouldn’t. They’re not old enough for the repercussions of a breeding season like this, they’re not prepared for the usual lifelong obligations that comes with marking.
But who knows how long that life is going to be anyway?
Megumi kisses and nips at Yuji’s neck, sharper teeth grazing over that sensitive spot, but he doesn’t clamp down by some fucking miracle. Small growls, snippets of Yuji’s name and mine intersperse the rhythm of Megumi’s thrusts. ]
[ Yuji knows, when his heat is over and things are back to 'normal', that he's still going to feel this way about his friend. He hadn't accepted him into the room just because he was an available alpha; he'd accepted him because he cared about him, trusted him, wanting to cherish that blossoming relationship, and if it took a heat to bring them together, well... It's just like all of those stupid alpha and omega fairytales Gojo-sensei had dropped off for him.
At least Gojo-sensei had the forward-thinking to give him medication before he started all of this.
The scrape of teeth makes him whine, tilting his head more and more, because he wants to be bitten so badly. He wants Megumi to claim him, as cheesy and stupid a choice it might be: he wants to be owned, to belong somewhere. To feel as though this is really his place.
[ Megumi can feel the building pressure at the base of his cock, the throbbing promise of tying them together. He should probably be more mindful, more thoughtful about pulling out ahead of time to avoid, if nothing else, the inconvenience of being stuck together, but when Yuji says shit like that... it only satisfies the roaring demands of the alpha inside Megumi.
He groans into Yuji’s skin, mouth pressed over that gland, and on the next inhale, his teeth find perfect purchase. Clamping down has the instant effect of sating something deeply primal, his entire body singing with approval as he refuses to let go, even as the pace of his thrusts gains in intensity. Finger-shaped bruises are inevitably blooming on Yuji's hip from how brutally Megumi holds onto him, keeping the omega pinned beneath him, but Megumi can't spare a single thought for that concern now.
He's neither releasing that bite or the grip on Yuji, further proving to his instincts that this is his omega – and Megumi will breed him right. ]
[ The bite does exactly what it's intended to do; it makes Yuji feel so blissfully good that it's like colours exploding behind his eyes - a kind of overwhelming, perfect bliss that makes him arch and moan Megumi's name, fingers digging into his sheets tight enough that he could rip them to pieces. It feels perfect, and he wants to twist and sink his own little fangs into Megumi's skin, but he can wait.
He's a good boy, after all.
Rolling his hips back, he resists the urge to reach between his own legs to touch his own cock, wanting to come from nothing but Megumi's cock and the tenderness that he's being given twinned with the intensity of their fucking, making him feel the best he has ever felt. Breathing out, he turns his head a little, gaze dark and hips twitching, jerking as they shove back to seek more from Megumi. ]
[ It’s a piece Megumi didn’t know he was missing, that breathy claim of Yuji’s own. Megumi does belong to Yuji now, just as much as Yuji is his, because this goes both ways: a symbiotic relationship where they both meet each others' needs. An alpha alone can't find fulfillment, true fulfillment, without an omega, and Megumi will become equally preoccupied with protecting and satisfying Yuji – something that Megumi needs on that instinctual level.
Knot swelling with every crash of their hips, it feels like Yuji's getting tighter and tighter, but Megumi knows it's just a sign that his cock is demanding more from his omega's hole. Teetering closer to that breaking orgasm, his fingers finally leave Yuji's hip, sliding up his belly, up his chest, holding the other boy close as his thrusts begin to slow, his thighs shaking. His teeth release and he leans up, panting harshly next to Yuji's ear. ]
Yours. [ It's an animalistic snarl that's still somehow— soft. ] Your alpha, Yuji—
[ And he shoves in once more, hard, burying himself in his omega's impossible heat as his full knot accompanies pulses of searing cum. ]
[ The notion of belonging, of having a place, is one that makes Yuji feel so good, on some deep, primal level - not just because he's an omega, but because he's been so naturally alone and bereft of things for such a long time. He lost his grandpa, he never had many close friends, and until he met Fushiguro and Kugisaki he hadn't had much in the way of peers that were close to him. Now he has something more than that - he has someone special to him, that he wants to give his heart to.
Turning his head, he feels the sticky blood against his neck and whines softly, wanting to feel another bite. He wants more, he wants to be devoured, to be covered in Megumi's marks, but he can't vocalise that when he's currently feeling so, so good. It's pure bliss, unadulterated, and his hips keep twitching, idly seeking more.
The second that Megumi's knot is buried inside of him, he comes, a sharp smack of pleasure around him that has him crying out a sharp, almost pained noise. Coming untouched is something he's never done before, and the feeling of Megumi coming inside of him makes him whimper, biting his lip hard enough he could draw blood.
It's perfect, exactly what he wanted and needed, but even after it his dick is still hard, his body still singing with want, feverish. ]
[ The snap of Yuji's orgasm just makes that tight feeling around Megumi's knot almost unbearable – intense bursts of pleasure milking more cum from the alpha. He groans into Yuji's skin, leaning up to lap away the blood he'd left in his wake, kissing and nuzzling at the mark, the permanent mark. He's inevitably going to chomp on Yuji like a chewtoy before the heat passes, but he's too enamored with the first claim.
There's no pulling out right now, but some of the tightly-coiled tension in Megumi's muscles unwinds, letting him slump forward to rest more on Yuji, the hand no longer holding the other boy close instead running up and down the omega's flank. He can still feel the thrumming heat in Yuji's skin, still smell the cloying sweetness of hormones, but the urge to rut Yuji into the ground has quieted (for now). ]
You okay? [ Soft, slightly gruff with the strain he'd put on his throat with all those snarls, but there's a careful gentleness to it. ]
[ Yuji doesn't wilt even as Megumi leans into him, pressing him down, able to stay up a little despite how shaky his arms are and how much he wants to sink into the damp spot below him. He doesn't mind the filthy feeling, doesn't mind the way that his body feels sharp with the sweat and the come, feeling himself groan quietly. It feels so nice, to be filled exactly the way he wants, even if his body is still begging for more.
He wants to keep being fucked, wants to be used by his alpha, wants to be completely owned, but he's not sure how to keep saying that without getting too embarrassed. The heat is abated enough that he feels as if he can talk now, though, even as he rocks gently against the knot pressed tight inside of him, making him shiver and whine softly. It's perfect, Megumi is so perfect.
Wanting more of it, he licks his lips, eyes lidded as he stares at the alpha behind him. ]
I feel amazing. [ His neck throbs, his cock is hard again, but he's never been happier. ] It's amazing, isn't it?
[ Megumi has never tied with anyone before, but he knows not to expect any lapse in his erection while his knot is still swollen, every little shift and tug of Yuji's body coaxing sparks of pleasure with more cum. He can't thrust properly, but he can grind forward, filling as much of Yuji as he can manage (and maybe selfishly enjoying the snug warmth around his cock). ]
You're amazing.
[ Shifting his weight on his knees, Megumi straightens upright, taking Yuji with him to avoid any uncomfortable tugging or pressure – and to stay as deep inside the omega as possible. ]
[ Yuji really can't help the way that he wants it, wants to milk Megumi of everything he has, to feel more little jerks of his body and the hot feeling of come filling him. He wants to take and take until there's nothing left to give, and he huffs a soft noise at each little press inside of him. It's so good...
It's not just because of the heat, though, is it? It's their connection too, the thrumming bond he can feel between them because of the bite mark, the affection he already had for Fushiguro burning up inside of him. Is it so bad to want more of that?
Leaning back into Megumi, he sighs softly, blissful. ]
[ Megumi rests his hands on Yuji’s hips, easing him along with Megumi’s rearranging to sit back on his heels, keeping Yuji effectively in his lap as Megumi gets comfortable. It keeps his knot deeply seated inside the omega, but it’s slightly less strain on his back and his hips; he can sit pretty comfortably like this and keep supporting Yuji’s weight.
Settled for the moment, Megumi winds both arms around Yuji from behind, continuing with those sweet little kisses up and surrounding the mating mark.
He huffs a short noise of amusement. ]
You’ve never had another alpha. [ So it doesn’t make sense to say Megumi is the best, in his mind. ]
[ He's not going to want any other alpha now, is he? He can feel the sting of his neck, feel the cooling, sticky feeling of blood against his skin, and he recognises what it means. Yuji might not know a lot about being an omega, but he knows this: he and Megumi had formed a bond today, and until it's mutual they still have a chance to get out of it.
He doesn't want that, though. He doesn't want to lose this bond.
Lifting his hands, he strokes his fingers against Megumi's wrist and arms gently, breathing out a little noise. The knot is still thick inside of him, and even the slightest shift of his partner's body has him twitching. ]
[ Megumi seems to accept the praise for what it is now, his arms tightening around Yuji possessively. ]
... I just want to take care of you.
[ He doesn't need to be the best, but... he wants to be the best at taking take of Yuji.
Which reminds him...
One hand drifts lower, exploring down Yuji's muscled abdomen, until long fingers wrap around the shaft of Yuji's cock – gentle, at first. He hasn't touched much of Yuji, too preoccupied originally with that rut, but now? They're stuck like this, and he has Yuji effectively in his lap. What could be better than that? ]
[ Yuji sinks back into him, relaxing a little now that he's soothed his alpha and made him feel as though he is worthy - because he is. There's no point trying to hide it, not when he's been so happily sated, the heat relaxing and letting him breathe for a moment.
He doesn't even think about himself, his own hard cock, until there's a hand wrapping around him and his body jerks gently. ]
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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-
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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.
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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…
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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...
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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.
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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.) ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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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Megumi hopes those feelings hold true, because the alpha doesn’t know how to resist such a tantalizing offer like that beautifully bared skin. Yuji is practically handing himself to Megumi on a silver platter, giving everything that an alpha could possibly demand – even if he really shouldn’t. They’re not old enough for the repercussions of a breeding season like this, they’re not prepared for the usual lifelong obligations that comes with marking.
But who knows how long that life is going to be anyway?
Megumi kisses and nips at Yuji’s neck, sharper teeth grazing over that sensitive spot, but he doesn’t clamp down by some fucking miracle. Small growls, snippets of Yuji’s name and mine intersperse the rhythm of Megumi’s thrusts. ]
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At least Gojo-sensei had the forward-thinking to give him medication before he started all of this.
The scrape of teeth makes him whine, tilting his head more and more, because he wants to be bitten so badly. He wants Megumi to claim him, as cheesy and stupid a choice it might be: he wants to be owned, to belong somewhere. To feel as though this is really his place.
Whimpering softly, he bows his head. ]
Megumi, I can't wait to feel your knot...
[ His hips roll back slowly. ]
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He groans into Yuji’s skin, mouth pressed over that gland, and on the next inhale, his teeth find perfect purchase. Clamping down has the instant effect of sating something deeply primal, his entire body singing with approval as he refuses to let go, even as the pace of his thrusts gains in intensity. Finger-shaped bruises are inevitably blooming on Yuji's hip from how brutally Megumi holds onto him, keeping the omega pinned beneath him, but Megumi can't spare a single thought for that concern now.
He's neither releasing that bite or the grip on Yuji, further proving to his instincts that this is his omega – and Megumi will breed him right. ]
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He's a good boy, after all.
Rolling his hips back, he resists the urge to reach between his own legs to touch his own cock, wanting to come from nothing but Megumi's cock and the tenderness that he's being given twinned with the intensity of their fucking, making him feel the best he has ever felt. Breathing out, he turns his head a little, gaze dark and hips twitching, jerking as they shove back to seek more from Megumi. ]
Mine. You're mine too.
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Knot swelling with every crash of their hips, it feels like Yuji's getting tighter and tighter, but Megumi knows it's just a sign that his cock is demanding more from his omega's hole. Teetering closer to that breaking orgasm, his fingers finally leave Yuji's hip, sliding up his belly, up his chest, holding the other boy close as his thrusts begin to slow, his thighs shaking. His teeth release and he leans up, panting harshly next to Yuji's ear. ]
Yours. [ It's an animalistic snarl that's still somehow— soft. ] Your alpha, Yuji—
[ And he shoves in once more, hard, burying himself in his omega's impossible heat as his full knot accompanies pulses of searing cum. ]
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Turning his head, he feels the sticky blood against his neck and whines softly, wanting to feel another bite. He wants more, he wants to be devoured, to be covered in Megumi's marks, but he can't vocalise that when he's currently feeling so, so good. It's pure bliss, unadulterated, and his hips keep twitching, idly seeking more.
The second that Megumi's knot is buried inside of him, he comes, a sharp smack of pleasure around him that has him crying out a sharp, almost pained noise. Coming untouched is something he's never done before, and the feeling of Megumi coming inside of him makes him whimper, biting his lip hard enough he could draw blood.
It's perfect, exactly what he wanted and needed, but even after it his dick is still hard, his body still singing with want, feverish. ]
Ah... Perfect, Megumi...!
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There's no pulling out right now, but some of the tightly-coiled tension in Megumi's muscles unwinds, letting him slump forward to rest more on Yuji, the hand no longer holding the other boy close instead running up and down the omega's flank. He can still feel the thrumming heat in Yuji's skin, still smell the cloying sweetness of hormones, but the urge to rut Yuji into the ground has quieted (for now). ]
You okay? [ Soft, slightly gruff with the strain he'd put on his throat with all those snarls, but there's a careful gentleness to it. ]
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He wants to keep being fucked, wants to be used by his alpha, wants to be completely owned, but he's not sure how to keep saying that without getting too embarrassed. The heat is abated enough that he feels as if he can talk now, though, even as he rocks gently against the knot pressed tight inside of him, making him shiver and whine softly. It's perfect, Megumi is so perfect.
Wanting more of it, he licks his lips, eyes lidded as he stares at the alpha behind him. ]
I feel amazing. [ His neck throbs, his cock is hard again, but he's never been happier. ] It's amazing, isn't it?
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You're amazing.
[ Shifting his weight on his knees, Megumi straightens upright, taking Yuji with him to avoid any uncomfortable tugging or pressure – and to stay as deep inside the omega as possible. ]
You feel so fucking good...
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It's not just because of the heat, though, is it? It's their connection too, the thrumming bond he can feel between them because of the bite mark, the affection he already had for Fushiguro burning up inside of him. Is it so bad to want more of that?
Leaning back into Megumi, he sighs softly, blissful. ]
Yeah... You're the best alpha.
[ He sinks into him with a pleased little hum. ]
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Settled for the moment, Megumi winds both arms around Yuji from behind, continuing with those sweet little kisses up and surrounding the mating mark.
He huffs a short noise of amusement. ]
You’ve never had another alpha. [ So it doesn’t make sense to say Megumi is the best, in his mind. ]
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[ He's not going to want any other alpha now, is he? He can feel the sting of his neck, feel the cooling, sticky feeling of blood against his skin, and he recognises what it means. Yuji might not know a lot about being an omega, but he knows this: he and Megumi had formed a bond today, and until it's mutual they still have a chance to get out of it.
He doesn't want that, though. He doesn't want to lose this bond.
Lifting his hands, he strokes his fingers against Megumi's wrist and arms gently, breathing out a little noise. The knot is still thick inside of him, and even the slightest shift of his partner's body has him twitching. ]
I still know you're the best.
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... I just want to take care of you.
[ He doesn't need to be the best, but... he wants to be the best at taking take of Yuji.
Which reminds him...
One hand drifts lower, exploring down Yuji's muscled abdomen, until long fingers wrap around the shaft of Yuji's cock – gentle, at first. He hasn't touched much of Yuji, too preoccupied originally with that rut, but now? They're stuck like this, and he has Yuji effectively in his lap. What could be better than that? ]
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[ Yuji sinks back into him, relaxing a little now that he's soothed his alpha and made him feel as though he is worthy - because he is. There's no point trying to hide it, not when he's been so happily sated, the heat relaxing and letting him breathe for a moment.
He doesn't even think about himself, his own hard cock, until there's a hand wrapping around him and his body jerks gently. ]
Oh! You - it's okay, you don't need to...
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