[ Suguru inhales deeply as his nose meets Yuji's flushed skin, a shudder running down his spine on the exhale. Yuji smells so sweet, delicious, intoxicating once Suguru allows himself to sink into the haze of hormones. ]
Such a needy omega~
[ Though there's clearly no shame being assigned in Suguru's tone. He's just messing with Yuji – which is something he frequently does with anyone around long enough to draw his attention. Of course Yuji already has it.
Carrying his squirming armful to the futon, Suguru lowers Yuji down, setting the omega amongst the mass of pillows before finally shifting. He braces himself above Yuji, looking down at the omega as his hair falls messily over his shoulder, almost tickling across Yuji's cheek.
[ Yuji cannot help the way that he groans, shivering with want as he sinks closer into Suguru's body, chasing the heady, overpowering scent of him. He's never smelled an alpha like this before, and he can feel the way his body reacts, getting all the hotter out of want and desire.
Breathless, he nods his head, licking his lips a little even as he wiggles, embarrassed and shy. ]
I - I don't know what else to do, not when you smell so good...
[ Leaning back, he gazes up at Suguru with a blush, licking his lips. ]
Devour... [ He nods. ] I... I want to feel it, Geto-sama. It's so hot, I feel so...
[ Suguru coos with faux-sympathy, stroking his hand along Yuji's side through the light fabric of his kimono. The slight tent from the omega's cock is undeniable, but it's the damp slick that Suguru can smell. It fills his senses, already overriding so much of his casual mask.
He presses a kiss to the corner of Yuji's mouth, but he's quick to draw away and deny Yuji a true kiss, rising to his feet again and looking down at the omega on Suguru's futon. ]
Why don't you show me where, Yuji? Let alpha see where you need him.
[ At first blush, it may seem like Suguru is pulling away just to taunt Yuji, but his hands are making quick work of his kesa, abandoning the gojo-patterned fabric in a heap on the floor. His obi and jikitotsu follow, but, unfortunately for him, his facade requires effort to remove. ]
[ Yuji has never felt desire like this before. He's been horny, of course, he's a teenager still, but it's never been such an overwhelming, overpowering desire. It's as if he needs someone to touch him, as if he might die if there aren't hands and fingers exploring him as the minutes pass by, and it's a little frightening to think about.
He doesn't like the notion of being so vulnerable, but... ]
Where?
[ Swallowing, he looks down at the light robe covering his features and tugs at the obi, letting it fall away so he is bare. Legs open shyly, and he wiggles, embarrassed. ]
Down here...
he's like a pretty-but-poisonous flower: colorful and exciting to pull u in
[ Suguru watches Yuji with rapt attention, unwilling to pull his gaze from the beautiful unveiling of the omega's body. Yuji is more muscular than Suguru was expecting, all fine lines and planes of flesh, strong and vulnerable in one swoop – and that's just as intoxicating as the hormones promising a delicious treat to every one of Suguru's senses.
Layers left to abandon, Suguru drops the final fabric into the puddle on the floor, licking his lips against the involuntary salivation. He can't wait to touch Yuji, to taste him, to claim him. Suguru moves so quickly that he's nearly a blur – standing beside the futon one moment, hovering above Yuji again in the blink of an eye. He's just as bare as Yuji, cock flushed red with need and hard as steel, but he's not a beast. Suguru intends to keep his promise, that he won't hurt Yuji or do anything the omega doesn't want.
(Convincing Yuji that he wants something is, however, completely fair game.)
Reaching out to glide his fingers across the side of Yuji's face, Suguru smiles down at him with that disarmingly sweet curl at the corners. ]
Look how good you're already doing. [ Spreading his legs, giving Suguru perfect access to such personal, private parts of his body. ]
I can tell you're going to be a good boy for me, Yuji.
Gazing up at Suguru, he blinks, owlish and a little lost, drinking the man in. He looks good, lean and strong, and Yuji can’t help the way his body shifts, heat pooling inside of him just from the glimpse of his alpha’s body on top of his own. He might not recognise it, but his instincts do. They know a good, strong Alpha when they see one.
Yuji licks his lips, reaching to push the rest of his kimono away, leaning up towards Suguru.
The feeling of need, of want, a burning desire, an emptiness begging to be filled… Yuji can feel himself throb, whimpering softly at the tender terms of endearment.
[ Suguru can tell Yuji is out of his depth. He practically reeks of a virgin, so of course he's overwhelmed – but the benefit of heat is the way it strips away the self-consciousness that comes with inexperience. Hesitation is replaced with need, and Suguru is happy to use that to his advantage.
As Yuji reaches out to him, Suguru grants his wish, climbing between Yuji's legs and guiding them to either side of Suguru. Kneeling between Yuji's thighs, Suguru just sweeps his palms over Yuji's sides, his hips... soothing, petting almost. And also, feeling as much of the omega as he possibly can. ]
That's right – you need your alpha, little tiger~
[ And that's what Suguru is now: Yuji's alpha.
Suguru doesn't reach for Yuji's cock or his pussy yet, keeping his touch oddly chaste for being granted such complete access to Yuji's body. ]
All you need to do is let yourself enjoy this, Yuji. This heat, this need – it's what your body was meant for.
[ Before now, before coming here, Yuji had never kissed another person, let alone being bare in front of them like this. It doesn't feel wrong, shrugging off his robe and letting Geto look at him, devour him with his eyes, but at the same time... His embarrassment is too obvious, a little cloying in his desperation.
Is this how it feels? He has no idea, has so little experience, and so all he can do is gaze up at Geto, blinking with wide eyes, wanting, desperately, for something he can't quite name. He's hard, he's wet, his body is flushed and aching, and he wants. ]
Alpha... My alpha, please...
[ He leans into the touches as best he can, angling his body towards Geto without hesitation. ]
[ Suguru feels like he could fall into those eyes. Warm and clouded with need, the edge of inexperience begins to fill Suguru with such an odd urge to... nurture? An instinctive desire rises with the same ferocity as his drive to claim, and the alpha in his chest seems to be sawing away at Suguru's own less-than-moral inclinations. He's manipulating a vulnerable omega and teenager – and whatever remains of Suguru's twisted ethics might have no problem with that. Suguru accepted the "gift" of a trafficked young man instead of immediately setting him loose, and now he's taking advantage of Yuji's sheltered nature.
That doesn't bother Suguru, not really. He can reconcile the evil he commits largely with the justification of a greater good. But the intense reality of Suguru's nature, that alpha instinct to protect an omega he intends to claim, keeps him from treating Yuji carelessly.
Suguru's broad palms curl around Yuji's hips, dragging him closer to tilt the omega's pelvis up, to give Suguru a perfect and tantalizing view of his soon-to-be mate's most intimate places. His expression is a mixture of fascination and arousal, a spark of powerful novelty mingling beyond the call to rut – because this is, in fact, new for him, too. For all that Suguru is committed to his plans to raise a new generation of alphas, he's never actually been with an omega proper. He fucks other alphas, usually, his whole plan to conduct a harem of breeding omegas merely a distant plan for the future. Until now. And here he is, faced with Yuji, his body a miracle in Suguru's eyes.
A rumble of approval rises in his throat, and Suguru leans over Yuji again, dark hair tumbling around them as he brings a hand up to cradle Yuji's cheek. His sizable cock hovers above Yuji's, but Suguru doesn't release his grip fully on the omega's hip, denying him the opportunity to rock or seek friction (for now). ]
I know you will be.
Would you like a kiss for being such a good omega already? [ Because Yuji is surrendering himself to Suguru. He is submitting to his alpha.
[ Gazing up at Suguru, Yuji feels a sense of... Peace. Safety. Serenity. The kind of feeling he hadn't had in weeks, the kind of feeling that had been ripped from him when his grandfather had died, because he had no kind of sanctuary then. He had nowhere that was safe, nowhere that would be a haven for him, but now... With Geto-sama gazing down at him, all warmth and softness, something new and different in his face as he looks...
Yuji swallows, licking his lips. He doesn't know what it is, but he feels completely at ease. It feels as if this is where he was meant to be.
Even the embarrassment of being completely bared to the alpha above him doesn't do anything to remove that sensation, and he burns with the urge to let Geto do whatever he wants. To let him touch, bite, taste, tease, explore his body, whatever might possess him or slip into his mind. The idea of not sharing that with him is unfathomable, because it feels right to give himself over to Geto. It is as if he belongs to him already.
Eyes dark, cheeks a violent red, he breathes out a soft noise. ]
Geto-sama...
[ Tilting up, he blinks back the shy tears and nods. ]
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he's just a fucked up lil gremlin under all the suave
Such a needy omega~
[ Though there's clearly no shame being assigned in Suguru's tone. He's just messing with Yuji – which is something he frequently does with anyone around long enough to draw his attention. Of course Yuji already has it.
Carrying his squirming armful to the futon, Suguru lowers Yuji down, setting the omega amongst the mass of pillows before finally shifting. He braces himself above Yuji, looking down at the omega as his hair falls messily over his shoulder, almost tickling across Yuji's cheek.
Foxlike smile curling, Suguru leans closer, his mouth hovering above Yuji's lips. ]
I'm going to devour you, my little tiger.
kinda hot tho
Breathless, he nods his head, licking his lips a little even as he wiggles, embarrassed and shy. ]
I - I don't know what else to do, not when you smell so good...
[ Leaning back, he gazes up at Suguru with a blush, licking his lips. ]
Devour... [ He nods. ] I... I want to feel it, Geto-sama. It's so hot, I feel so...
[ ... Wet. ]
hot and evil, winning combo
[ Suguru coos with faux-sympathy, stroking his hand along Yuji's side through the light fabric of his kimono. The slight tent from the omega's cock is undeniable, but it's the damp slick that Suguru can smell. It fills his senses, already overriding so much of his casual mask.
He presses a kiss to the corner of Yuji's mouth, but he's quick to draw away and deny Yuji a true kiss, rising to his feet again and looking down at the omega on Suguru's futon. ]
Why don't you show me where, Yuji? Let alpha see where you need him.
[ At first blush, it may seem like Suguru is pulling away just to taunt Yuji, but his hands are making quick work of his kesa, abandoning the gojo-patterned fabric in a heap on the floor. His obi and jikitotsu follow, but, unfortunately for him, his facade requires effort to remove. ]
if evil why so hot
[ Yuji has never felt desire like this before. He's been horny, of course, he's a teenager still, but it's never been such an overwhelming, overpowering desire. It's as if he needs someone to touch him, as if he might die if there aren't hands and fingers exploring him as the minutes pass by, and it's a little frightening to think about.
He doesn't like the notion of being so vulnerable, but... ]
Where?
[ Swallowing, he looks down at the light robe covering his features and tugs at the obi, letting it fall away so he is bare. Legs open shyly, and he wiggles, embarrassed. ]
Down here...
he's like a pretty-but-poisonous flower: colorful and exciting to pull u in
Layers left to abandon, Suguru drops the final fabric into the puddle on the floor, licking his lips against the involuntary salivation. He can't wait to touch Yuji, to taste him, to claim him. Suguru moves so quickly that he's nearly a blur – standing beside the futon one moment, hovering above Yuji again in the blink of an eye. He's just as bare as Yuji, cock flushed red with need and hard as steel, but he's not a beast. Suguru intends to keep his promise, that he won't hurt Yuji or do anything the omega doesn't want.
(Convincing Yuji that he wants something is, however, completely fair game.)
Reaching out to glide his fingers across the side of Yuji's face, Suguru smiles down at him with that disarmingly sweet curl at the corners. ]
Look how good you're already doing. [ Spreading his legs, giving Suguru perfect access to such personal, private parts of his body. ]
I can tell you're going to be a good boy for me, Yuji.
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Gazing up at Suguru, he blinks, owlish and a little lost, drinking the man in. He looks good, lean and strong, and Yuji can’t help the way his body shifts, heat pooling inside of him just from the glimpse of his alpha’s body on top of his own. He might not recognise it, but his instincts do. They know a good, strong Alpha when they see one.
Yuji licks his lips, reaching to push the rest of his kimono away, leaning up towards Suguru.
The feeling of need, of want, a burning desire, an emptiness begging to be filled… Yuji can feel himself throb, whimpering softly at the tender terms of endearment.
What is happening to him? ]
Geto-sama… I need you.
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As Yuji reaches out to him, Suguru grants his wish, climbing between Yuji's legs and guiding them to either side of Suguru. Kneeling between Yuji's thighs, Suguru just sweeps his palms over Yuji's sides, his hips... soothing, petting almost. And also, feeling as much of the omega as he possibly can. ]
That's right – you need your alpha, little tiger~
[ And that's what Suguru is now: Yuji's alpha.
Suguru doesn't reach for Yuji's cock or his pussy yet, keeping his touch oddly chaste for being granted such complete access to Yuji's body. ]
All you need to do is let yourself enjoy this, Yuji. This heat, this need – it's what your body was meant for.
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Is this how it feels? He has no idea, has so little experience, and so all he can do is gaze up at Geto, blinking with wide eyes, wanting, desperately, for something he can't quite name. He's hard, he's wet, his body is flushed and aching, and he wants. ]
Alpha... My alpha, please...
[ He leans into the touches as best he can, angling his body towards Geto without hesitation. ]
I'll be good. I promise.
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That doesn't bother Suguru, not really. He can reconcile the evil he commits largely with the justification of a greater good. But the intense reality of Suguru's nature, that alpha instinct to protect an omega he intends to claim, keeps him from treating Yuji carelessly.
Suguru's broad palms curl around Yuji's hips, dragging him closer to tilt the omega's pelvis up, to give Suguru a perfect and tantalizing view of his soon-to-be mate's most intimate places. His expression is a mixture of fascination and arousal, a spark of powerful novelty mingling beyond the call to rut – because this is, in fact, new for him, too. For all that Suguru is committed to his plans to raise a new generation of alphas, he's never actually been with an omega proper. He fucks other alphas, usually, his whole plan to conduct a harem of breeding omegas merely a distant plan for the future. Until now. And here he is, faced with Yuji, his body a miracle in Suguru's eyes.
A rumble of approval rises in his throat, and Suguru leans over Yuji again, dark hair tumbling around them as he brings a hand up to cradle Yuji's cheek. His sizable cock hovers above Yuji's, but Suguru doesn't release his grip fully on the omega's hip, denying him the opportunity to rock or seek friction (for now). ]
I know you will be.
Would you like a kiss for being such a good omega already? [ Because Yuji is surrendering himself to Suguru. He is submitting to his alpha.
That deserves a reward, in Suguru's mind. ]
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Yuji swallows, licking his lips. He doesn't know what it is, but he feels completely at ease. It feels as if this is where he was meant to be.
Even the embarrassment of being completely bared to the alpha above him doesn't do anything to remove that sensation, and he burns with the urge to let Geto do whatever he wants. To let him touch, bite, taste, tease, explore his body, whatever might possess him or slip into his mind. The idea of not sharing that with him is unfathomable, because it feels right to give himself over to Geto. It is as if he belongs to him already.
Eyes dark, cheeks a violent red, he breathes out a soft noise. ]
Geto-sama...
[ Tilting up, he blinks back the shy tears and nods. ]
I want a kiss. Please, kiss me, alpha.