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Kudou picks at the grime caked in his hair as he heads over to Yoichi’s unit. He’d been on a mission that lasted way longer than he planned and it happened to be at the same time as Yoichi’s heat. They aren’t mated, doesn’t have the responsibility for caring about Yoichi’s personal health, but he hates to be away from Yoichi during his heats, he himself unable to rest unless he is by Yoichi’s side.
Yoichi’s scent hits him like a truck when he opens the door. It’s sweet and earthy, like the smell of flowers after it rains and Kudou bites the inside of his cheek hard to ground himself. He closes the door quickly and notices the untouched water and snacks on the coffee table, how the tea pot is still unusually unused, sitting upside down to dry on the counter. Kudou sighs. Of course Yoichi stayed hauled up in his room the almost two days he had been away.
He goes through the short corridor to Yoichi’s bedroom.
And chokes.
Pillows and sheets are all over the floor, it’s dark, save a lamp lying on its side in the corner. The bed looks like a tornado ran through it and Yoichi is right in the middle of it, laying in a fetal position, but that’s not what makes Kudou pause.
Yoichi is on full display, bottom half naked and facing the doorway he’s standing in. He has a full view of Yoichi’s hand in between his closed thighs, three fingers deep inside himself. Slick pools around the rim, like it’d overflow down his legs if he took his fingers out. He’s groaning and whining, trembling when his fingers sink deeper inside himself. Yoichi’s breath hitches, eyes somehow finding Kudou’s right away despite being near motionless at the door. Yoichi glares at him over his shoulder, eyes half lidded and unfocused. He’s looking at Kudou like he would attack him any second if he had the strength. His lips part, letting out quiet, raspy breaths, lips begging to be bitten—
"Kudou," His voice is low and thick with arousal, his heated gaze stays unmoving and, knowing full well Kudou can see everything, Yoichi sits up on an elbow and moves his fingers in and out of himself slowly, his wet hole expanding around his fingers easily, enticingly, "come here."
Kudou takes the few steps to the bed, doesn’t blink at all on the way there, heart pounding and saliva pooling, mustering up all of his self control to not pounce on him like a wild animal.
Yoichi groans at Kudou’s heated gaze on him, reluctantly pulls his fingers out to slide the rest of the way to the edge of the bed and letting his legs dangle over the side. He pulls Kudou the rest of the short distance by his tattered vest, between his legs and buries his face in his pelvis, taking a deep breath in. "Come on." He whines.
Kudou feels light headed, the sight of Yoichi, needy and desperate, his scent getting stronger the longer he stays. He runs his hands through his hair, and Yoichi follows the motion, letting his head fall back lazily, barely suppressing a whine at his touch.
Yoichi is a mess, hair disheveled, shirt clinging to his sweat soaked skin, cheeks flushed and eyes dazed. He looks tired. Like he hasn’t slept in days, but damn, he looks amazing, appetizing. Kudou wants to sink his teeth into him—
Kudou smirks, smoothing his thumbs over Yoichi’s eyebrows, his eyelids, following the path down along his jawline, "I haven’t taken a shower yet."
Yoichi’s nose crinkles, "You do stink. Y’smell like other alphas." He scowls. Kudou’s hands find his cheeks and he cups his face, tilting his head up further. If Yoichi sees the dirt and grime covering his face and clothes he doesn’t register it. "But I need you now." Yoichi huffs. "Fucking need you to touch me." He grabs one of Kudou’s hands and drags him down, the shift making Kudou lean over him and he grabs Yoichi’s jaw with his other hand, making sure his gaze stays on him. Together their hands drag along Yoichi’s stomach to between his legs. Kudou can practically feel the heat radiating off it before he makes contact with his skin. His fingers graze his hole, wet and warm and literally dripping, the sheets and towels under him soaked and useless. "You said, when you get back. Don’t you want to? Don’t you want it? Want me?" He pants, his insecurity from his usual self mixing with his primal need. He lifts his feet onto the bed and spreads his trembling legs, exposing his hard cock, his swollen hole. "I’ll do anything."
There’s a glint in Yoichi’s eye, a playfulness in his voice that Kudou chuckles at, fingers brushing against his heat teasingly. "Like I need you to do anything. I’m already yours."
Yoichi keens at that, biting his bottom lip. His eyes glaze over and he swallows thickly, "I’d still do it anyway."
A deep growl erupts in Kudou’s throat as he leans down and kisses him on the lips, hard and firm before kneeling onto the floor. He won’t go all the way, long used to not giving into Yoichi’s heat fueled enticing, but he clearly needs immediate relief that Kudou is happy to give.
Kudou skips the foreplay, pushes two fingers into him before taking his whole cock into his mouth.
Yoichi falls back onto the bed. His shaky hands fly to Kudou’s hair, whining excessively, already so sensitive and sore from being on edge for so long.
Kudou licks the underside of his cock to the tip before taking him deeper, cock so hot and throbbing in his mouth it makes his mouth water.
Kudou keeps his mouth pliant and takes him all the way while he thrusts his fingers into Yoichi’s slick hole. Yoichi’s gone already, eyes closed, mouth open, panting hard.
If Yoichi moves even a little, his sensitive cock head rubs against the back of Kudou’s throat making Yoichi shake and sob. Kudou doesn’t move his mouth, just his fingers slowly, smoothly, in and out, knows the exact spot to curl them inside that causes Yoichi’s back to arch off the bed. He knows Yoichi is close, but he doesn’t want to leave him unsatisfied by making him come too soon. Yoichi tastes so fucking good though, can effortlessly make the level headed Kudou grow insatiable, where he’ll easily abandon Yoichi’s needs to satisfy his own, despite how closely they align.
He doesn’t want to lose focus right now. He wants to take care of Yoichi, wants to watch Yoichi fall apart in his arms while he’s conscious enough to enjoy it, for Yoichi to use him and that in itself feeds another hunger that Kudou wants Yoichi to take advantage of more often.
Yoichi finally has enough strength to move, bucking into Kudou’s mouth cautiously and letting out a small hiss. But Kudou encourages him, his free hand rubbing circles into his hip while he hums around his cock. He gives a deep firm push into his prostate when Yoichi thrusts into his mouth again.
Soon Yoichi maintains a rhythm, short and rough rolls of his hips that mirror his barely there control, desperately chasing the heat coiling in his gut at the wet warmth on his cock, the thickness spreading him open and it doesn’t take long at all after that. When his voice pitches and his back arches, Kudou has all of two seconds to prepare. His hole clinches around Kudou’s fingers and Kudou wishes it was his cock and fuck— Yoichi comes and Kudou takes it all, takes him as deep as he can go, swallows around the head one more time just to give that extra push that’ll leave Yoichi useless under him.
Yoichi can’t move, his body shaking and overcome by the pleasure, the relief of finally coming after so long so Kudou helps him, sucking up and down his length a few times, milking him as much as Yoichi can give him until Yoichi’s thighs clamp around his head and his hands fists in his hair.
Yoichi is purring when he pulls his mouth away, hands falling from his hair and legs parting bonelessly.
Yoichi is clearly more relaxed, body pliant and scent pleasant as Kudou carefully plants light kisses along his lower body.
Yoichi is still breathing hard, body buzzing, but the tension inside him is slowly fizzling down. Kudou grabs Yoichi’s hands from his hair and cages them in his own, kissing along his knuckles and palms, "Shh, it’s okay." Kudou whispers into them, breath hot on his already sensitive skin. He watches Yoichi carefully to make sure he’s well on his way to falling asleep. His cock is hard in his pants, but he can wait. He’ll wait forever if it’s for Yoichi. "You did so good, baby. Sleep now."
…
Yoichi wakes up to arms around his waist, hot breaths tickling the back of his neck and a hard cock pressing against his back. When he shifts just slightly the arms tighten around him, pushing him back further into Kudou’s strong form. Yoichi can smell the frustration, the anticipation, Kudou’s barely contained lust radiating from him like a furnace— pressing insistently against the small of his back.
Despite his body being sore and tired, Yoichi smiles breathlessly, hums in response as he turns on his side to face him. Kudou is freshly showered, hair damp and smelling more like himself but still has lingering scents on him that Yoichi wants to defeat immediately.
Kudou offers his hand and Yoichi accepts it, letting it rub against his cheeks, his neck, before draping his leg around the back of Kudou’s thighs and pulling himself closer. Yoichi grabs either side of his face and nuzzles it all over, pressing all along his cheeks, nose, temple, all of Kudou’s features he can reach before rubbing their necks together, mixing their scents.
Yoichi’s panting again, body growing hot as he loses himself in the delicious combination of their scents, in how their bodies are molding into each other as they pull themselves closer. Yoichi’s breath hitches when their mouths find each other, kissing and licking each other all over, hot breaths tickling each other’s skin, hands going under clothes and touching every inch of bare skin they can find.
"I see you feel a little better." Kudou says, mouthing across Yoichi’s throat. Kudou laughs when Yoichi nips his earlobe in response and Kudou grabs him by the waist before sitting up on his elbow, upper body hovering over Yoichi slightly as he kisses him again slowly, thoroughly. They taste each other on their tongues and Yoichi is the first to deepen it, pushing up harder. Yoichi grinds his hips forward and their clothed cocks rub against each other, both already achingly hard.
Yoichi cups himself through his underwear, "Ugh, why'd you put these on me?" He pants, "If I had my way they’d be off."
"Can’t walk around here half naked all the time, dripping all over the place. Y’fucking drive me crazy when you do that."
"Can’t help it." Yoichi gives an exaggerated whine, smirking, "Can’t help you feel so good inside me. Can’t help I wanna make it easy for you." He rolls his hips again and his lips part with a silent gasp. "You gonna fuck me now? I’ve been waiting. Are you going to keep me waiting? Alpha."
Kudou’s eyes flicker down to Yoichi’s hand still touching himself. He reaches down and runs his thumb along the damp fabric of his underwear, from his covered cock head to his hole. He curses, moves his hand to Yoichi’s thigh to open them wider. "Show me what you’ve been doing. Show me what you do when you wait for me."
Yoichi’s eyes fall half closed and he lets out a heavy breath, pulling his underwear to the side, too eager to pull them all the way off. He doesn’t take his eyes off of him when he plants his feet on the bed and spreads his legs, his fingers immediately circling his hole.
Kudou can’t hear anything over his own pounding heart as he watches with rapt attention, how Yoichi’s hole sucks in his fingers greedily, how pre cum seeps through his underwear. All the while, Yoichi is smirking up at him, touching himself with a renewed vigor that has him twisting and aching under him.
Kudou can only watch for a few seconds before a jealous, possessive urge pounds deep in his chest. He knows it’s unreasonable because it’s Yoichi touching himself, but— that hole, that cock, those moans, they’re all his.
Kudou grabs Yoichi’s wrist and pulls his hand away. Yoichi laughs breathlessly, letting Kudou turn him onto his stomach. Yoichi presents himself right away, ass up and smile growing wider at Kudou’s hand gripping his hip harshly as he uses his other to haphazardly pull his briefs down to his thighs. He positions Yoichi until his cock rests between his ass, pulling the thin fabric of his underwear to the side to once again reveal his wet, quivering hole. He groans when his cock rubs against Yoichi’s slick, sliding against his heated skin so easily, the grooves of his cock catching against his stretched rim.
Yoichi shivers, "Mm, please," Kudou drapes himself over Yoichi, chest to back, and Yoichi pushes his hips back, giggling again at Kudou’s groans and labored breaths against his ear, relishing in him slowly losing control to the alpha inside him, "Fuck me. Fucking take me, alpha."
Kudou slams into him with a gut tightening groan, his cock going all the way in one harsh thrust. Yoichi chokes out a gasp, fists the bedsheets hard as Kudou sets a brutal pace from the get go. He pulls out almost all the way and slams back in with barely contained force, the glide so smooth and Yoichi so wet and hot and tight, Kudou sees white.
Kudou yanks Yoichi’s shirt collar to the side. Yoichi groans as Kudou licks and bites into his skin, falling forward onto his forearms and reaching over his shoulder to grip Kudou’s hair tightly. Kudou misses his scent gland purposely, creating a ring of red and purpling marks around the sensitive tissue.
Yoichi reaches for his own cock with his other hand, still trapped in his underwear, now soaked through and dripping a steady string onto the sheets.
Yoichi is helpless, whining into the mattress and gripping Kudou’s hair tighter, pumping himself faster, trying to match the intense pace he’s being driven into. It feels fucking good; skin tingling, cock throbbing, insides burning, itching the need to be fucked into, to be filled and claimed so thoroughly his omega is singing. His heart is hammering so hard, he’s moaning so loud, and Kudou is slamming into him so good he can’t think, can’t do anything more than beg for more more more— "More, ah, yes— Want your knot. Need you t’stay, need you in me, fuck, please—"
Kudou growls into his neck, licks the new bruises he just created as he thrusts harder, faster, not even hearing Yoichi anymore but knowing what he wants— single mindedly chasing his own release, selfishly fulfilling his own desire to claim every inch of Yoichi, to swallow his moans, to drink his tears, to fuck him and fill him full of cum— and that’s okay because they both want the exact same thing. He knows if he satisfies himself, Yoichi will be satisfied too.
The base of Kudou’s cock starts to swell, starts to catch on the rim of Yoichi’s hole and Yoichi’s limbs almost give out from under him. "Oh god," Yoichi keens, grips his own cock tight to hold on, to hold on just a little bit longer until he’s full, ruined— satiated. "Please, please, please—" he begs between each thrust, pushing back harder, desperate, feral— savoring the feel good burn until it hurts too much and it’s just too much to take—
Kudou’s full on panting against him, wet breaths coating his scent gland, sharp fangs scraping against it and Yoichi’s moans turn high pitched, body growing hotter from the anticipation, using his grip in Kudou’s hair to pull him closer. Kudou pushes in one more time and stays there, knot catching and keeping Yoichi stretched and closed around him. Fangs sink into Yoichi’s scent gland as cum coats his insides and Kudou is rutting into him relentlessly, knot rubbing Yoichi’s sensitive sweet spot over and over and over.
Yoichi cries out weakly, vision blurring as he shudders. Feeling Yoichi’s body going limp makes Kudou sink his teeth in deeper, wrap his arms around him tighter and he pulls him in closer, down on him, down on his cock— latching onto him like a predator claiming its prey. Yoichi can’t move, forced to take the heat searing his insides, forced to take the cock permanently splitting him in two— but it satiates the hunger, the frustrating ache in his body that’s tortured him for days. Yoichi’s eyes roll back and he comes with a moan. Hand still wrapped around himself, he feels it seep through his fingers and Yoichi unintentionally tightens around Kudou’s cock, the pressure on Kudou’s knot making them both moan.
Yoichi can’t keep his eyes open. He’s dizzy, mind hazy, thoughts indecipherable, and body useless. It’s peaceful and quiet save for Yoichi’s small, helpless mewls and they both fall into a calm state where neither of them move.
Eventually Kudou releases his teeth, licking the fresh wound with slow, careful passes of his tongue. Kudou finds Yoichi’s hands and holds them against Yoichi’s chest, keeping him safe and tucked into his body as he carefully turns them over on their sides.
Every so often, Kudou’s knot throbs, stretching Yoichi just the little bit more, feeding the little bit of arousal that lingers inside of him. Kudou nuzzles into his shoulder silently and grinds into him, pressing Yoichi down onto him impossibly deeper, unloading another round of cum into him. Yoichi moans, body still dead weight in Kudou’s arms.
Yoichi doesn’t fall asleep completely, eyes fluttering open and shut in turns every few minutes in a daze he never wants to break out of. He wants to fall asleep like this, but something nags at the back of his mind telling him he needs to stay awake.
His brain finally registers the continuous throbbing pain in his neck, the tight grip around his body, the relentless possessive thoughts that Kudou literally fucked into him. He reaches for his neck, runs his fingers along the litany of bruises until he feels the bite mark, deep, unmistakable, distinguishable from all the others and he loses his breath. "You…" Tears fill his eyes, "You… you finally did it." He chokes out. He presses down on it harder despite the pain.
"It’s what you wanted," Kudou mumbles into Yoichi’s quivering hand, pressing his lips against each finger, his shoulder, his nape, "right?"
Yoichi feels a mix of emotions stirring in his chest but he tries not to let them all seep out for Kudou to feel. He doesn’t want to ruin this moment because more than anything else he’s happy, grateful, relieved they’ve finally taken the next step. Relieved he doesn’t feel guilt about it.
"Yes."
They had talked about it before, Yoichi against it for so long, but now they’re bonded, Yoichi is his and after everything that’s happened in the past year he almost forgets why it took him so long to say yes.
They have come a long way to get to this point and Yoichi does not take that lightly.