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It’s not like he’s unprepared . Ororon’s gone through heat cycles before. He’s always just… dealt with them, either by shutting himself in his room and suffering in silence, or by having Granny Itztli administer some sort of medication to suppress the urges. 

But he lives on his own now, and while Citlali’s medication was somewhat effective it was never 100%—even then she wasn’t always around to give him the medicine. She’s got her own life, after all.

So lately, whenever he’s gone into heat, Ororon has locked himself in his house and done whatever he could to sleep it off. And in instances that he absolutely couldn’t fall asleep, he found the largest vegetable in his garden and made do. 

It’s never enough. Ororon knows deep down that, as a hybrid species, he has natural urges regular humans don’t. Granny Itztli would never understand and, more importantly, he’d rather die than bring her into this. Even if she wasn’t family, she wouldn’t be able to help. Not in the way he needs.

He needs a mate . Doesn’t matter what sort of hybrid they are, as long as they can pump him full of—

Archons above , he hates even thinking about it. Ororon feels… gross . He knows he shouldn’t. His instincts are beyond his control and it’s not like he chooses to behave this way. It’s natural.

But he can’t help but feel disgusting every time his mind tells him to fuck anything that walks—or rather, have anything that walks fuck him . 

Ororon’s already caved to an extent, and made his nest, as instincts told him to. Assorted blankets are piled up on his bed, and familiar scents flood the room. He surrounds himself with warmth despite how hot he feels.

He’s managed to recreate the medicine Citlali always gave him, but it just isn’t strong enough anymore. His body’s probably grown accustomed to it.

Ororon’s almost forced himself into some semblance of sleep when his ears perk up suddenly—a knock at the door rouses him. He sits upright, and takes a deep breath. On shaky legs he walks towards the door, not daring to open it. In fact, he double checks the lock before speaking. “Y-Yes? Who is it?”

A man’s voice on the other side. A familiar voice. “It’s me, bro. I heard you were sick?”

No, no, no . This guy—Ifa—is probably the worst person who could’ve shown up at a time like this. Ororon’s… well, Ororon’s been friends with him for years now, and Ifa’s more than just conventionally attractive. He’s sexy as hell , and when Ororon’s hormones are already through the roof… shit , this couldn’t get worse.

“Y-Yeah, but I’m—I’m fine.” Ororon lies through his teeth, pressed up against the door. He can smell Ifa on the other side: all charcoal and spices. He can imagine his hot body in his mind’s eye. 

But he’s never even seen him naked! How would he know what kind of body Ifa’s got? Ororon shakes his head. Quick, imagine he’s covered in sores and fungus or something! 

“Can I come in?”

“No!” Ororon doesn’t mean to shout, but he can’t help it. “I… I mean, no… I’m fine. Thanks for checking in. I just… I just need to sleep it off.”

Ifa’s not buying it. He crosses his arms and sighs. “Citlali sent me here.”

Ororon shudders, a cold chill running down his spine. Did she tell him the nature of his condition? “You—why? You’re uh… no offense, but you’re just a vet. It’s not like you could… help .”

“I wanna help, Ororon.” Ifa puts his hand on the doorknob. “I know whatcha need, and I know this has gotta be embarrassing, but I think it’s the only way.” Ifa can hear Ororon’s ragged breathing. He steps back. “I mean, if you really don’t want my help, I’m not gonna force my way in. Wouldn’t be kind of me to do that.” 

“N-No, wait.” Ororon gulps. He shakes his head in defiance of himself, but the words are falling out of him faster than he can keep up. “I-I’ll open the door! Please, you’ve gotta help me—” With shaking hands he unlocks the door, and Ifa turns the knob, revealing a quivering and sweating Ororon on the other side of the threshold.

“ Oh dear,” Ifa says, one hand on his hip. “Can I come in?”

Ororon nods and throws himself against Ifa’s chest. “Yeah—yes, sorry , sorry—”

“Shhh, it’s alright. Let’s getcha sat down, ‘kay?” Ifa carefully shuts and locks the door behind them and, keeping a gentle hold on Ororon, ushers him into the living area and onto the sofa. 

Ororon wants nothing more than to dig himself a hole and die of embarrassment but his instincts make him rub his face and hands all over Ifa, covering him in his scent.

Ifa gently cradles Ororon’s head, getting a good look at his face. “Easy now.” He makes note of his symptoms. “ Profuse sweating, apparent anxiety, face flushing … can you open your mouth for me?”

That sends a rush of blood down south. Ororon opens his mouth obediently without a second thought. 

Ifa runs his thumbs over Ororon’s fangs and inspects his mouth’s interior. “Hmm… more saliva than usual.” He clears his throat and apologizes. “Sorry, I’m just trying to give you a good once-over.”

Ororon avoids Ifa’s gaze, still reeling from… whatever the hell that was. 

“Not gonna lie to you, Ororon… I’m not entirely educated on what’s goin’ on with you. Saurians experience this sort of thing and some other species too, so I have the gist of it down, but—can you be honest with me?”

Ororon’s face drops with dread. His tanned skin glistens with sweat, and more blood rushes to his cheeks. “Ifa… please, don’t… don’t make me say it. Granny—she must’ve told you what was happening, right?”

Ifa gives him an endearing look. “Well, from what she said you’re in a heat cycle. She briefly mentioned a suppressant you used to take but it seems it doesn’t have an effect anymore?”

“Yeah…” Ororon’s lip quivers. “I… I really— Ifa, could you..?”

Ifa knows exactly what Ororon wants but he’s not going to do a thing until he has clear consent from Ororon that that’s what he wants . He raises a brow.

“Ifa, you—you’ve gotta help me! Please, I need you to—need you to fuck me, please , I can’t take it anymore!”

“Shhh, shhh, relax a little.” Ifa pulls Ororon into an embrace from the side. “Have you tried..? Y’know.” Ororon blinks at him. “ Ororon , have you tried jerking off?”

“Yes— please , it’s n-never enough! I…” 

Ifa brushes the bangs out of Ororon’s face, where they’re sticky with sweat to his forehead. “I know it’s hard but try not to be embarrassed here. Show me, yeah?” he says, gesturing to Ororon’s loose-fitting robe. 

Ororon gulps, and, a bit reluctantly, parts his robe to reveal layers of his own sticky come all over his thighs and groin. It’s uncomfortable now, all dried. “It’s not—it’s not enough… ” 

In an attempt to catch Ororon’s gaze, Ifa cradles his face and turns his head. “Ororon, look at me.” Eventually, it works, and their eyes meet. “If you’ll let me, I’ll take care of you, ‘kay?”

Ororon’s eyes light up. “You—you will?”

“Mhm.” Ifa scratches his head. “I do have a few more questions though, and they might be a little weird.”

Ororon’s more than willing to answer them if it means Ifa will fuck him— god , his inner voice is filthy right now. He’ll scold himself later. “Y-Yeah?”

“Do you self-lubricate?”

“Yes…”

“How many times have you..?”

“Four… I just finished right before you got here…”

Ifa nods. “Duly noted. And, just so we’re sure, you want me to do this?”

Ororon can’t take it anymore. Next thing he knows his lips are on Ifa’s and he’s ramming his tongue into his mouth. He really lets himself go, moaning and running his hands all over Ifa’s, trying to pry them off. 

Ifa pulls away for air, “easy now,” before kissing Ororon back. He helps to remove his own clothes, setting them aside neatly so there’s not a mess later. He’s down to just a tunic and his pants in moments, and Ororon hasn’t let up on his flurry of kisses.

“Please,” Ororon moans between gasps of air, “ Ifa .”

“I’ve gotcha. Leave it to me.” He gently guides Ororon onto his back, shifting to box him in from above. “Just a sec,” he says, running some fingers through his hair to keep it out of his eyes.

Ororon’s transfixed. Ifa’s so… mesmerizing . That tight shirt, and the sound of his belt hitting the floor. And— holy shit— he strips off his pants and in that loose pair of underwear his ass looks amazing. Not to mention his biceps are toned and the scars do nothing to dampen his beauty. If anything, the rugged look serves him well.

Salivating, Ororon slips off his robe the rest of the way, fully naked and exposed to Ifa’s roaming eyes. He hides nothing, desperate to shove aside his embarrassment in favor of getting what he needs. “ Ifa… ”

“Mm?” Ifa leans back down. “I’m right here.” He places a chaste kiss on Ororon’s forehead, hands running down the smaller man’s sides. “It’s okay if I touch you, right?”

Ororon whines , squirming beneath Ifa. 

“Okay, okay, I get it.” Ifa smiles and kisses him again. “I’ve gotcha.” 

His hands are like fire on Ororon’s skin, gentle as they move their way down his sides and explore. They creep slowly down Ororon’s body, towards his thighs until they move inward. “I’m gonna stretch you a bit, okay? Don’t wanna hurt you.” 

Ororon bites his finger, trying to suppress a few more humiliating sounds. “I’m sure it’s fine… I mean—I’m really… loose .”

Ifa hesitates. That seems to have really caught him off guard. Whatever semblance of calmness or dignity he had is crumbling—slow, but crumbling nonetheless. In the end, Ifa’s no more than a man. “Just to be safe, though… I’m gonna go ahead and…” He presses a thumb against Ororon’s hole experimentally, gauging the reaction before Ororon nods enthusiastically in approval.

Anything, anything inside him right now would be more than welcome. Ifa’s first finger couldn’t possibly be enough to feed the hunger in Ororon’s gut right now but—it helps. By the Archons , it helps.

Ifa crooks his finger, other hand under Ororon’s head, cradling it. “This okay?”

“Mm…” Ororon paws down Ifa’s front, tugging him by his shirt for a kiss. “I—I really need to tell you something.”

“Yeah?” Ifa doesn’t stop his finger for a moment, slowly prodding around. 

“I’m—I’ve never… done—I’ve never done sex stuff before. With anyone…”

Ifa raises a brow, hesitating just a moment. “You’re a virgin?”

“Yeah.” Ororon’s ears droop and his face goes dark with blush. 

The implications of that dawn on Ifa. “So you’ve never had someone help you through your heats?” Ororon shakes his head. “And… you’re alright with me being your first?”

Ororon’s more than enthusiastic about that one. “Yes—please, Ifa , I want you—want you…” He yanks Ifa down for a kiss, needy and, honestly, a bit pathetic with his advances. Weakly, he grinds his hips down on Ifa’s finger—or rather, fingers , as he’s added another.

Ifa smiles, and Ororon sees something darken in his eyes. “Well, would you believe me if I said this is my first time too?”

Hell no , he can’t believe that! Ifa, a virgin? Of all people? He’s gotta be one of the hottest guys in his tribe. Not to mention he’s brilliant at his job, and anyone would like a man who’s good with animals.

Guilt pricks at Ororon’s nerves. He almost feels like he’s making Ifa do this. How could he be the person Ifa loses his virginity to? Which, of course, virginity is merely a social construct rather than anything physical, but the weight of being someone’s first time is still heavy.

Tears prick at Ororon’s eyes but he does his best not to let them fall. “I’m sorry—sorry… Ifa, I’m sorry.” 

Ifa’s eyes widen a little. He’s still cradled Ororon’s head in his palm. He moves his hand around to caress his face, wiping away the tears Ororon failed to keep at bay. “Hey, what’s the matter? You’ve got nothin’ to apologize for.”

“I shouldn’t be your first!” Ororon can’t bear to look Ifa in the eye. The hormones demand he just forget about it and let Ifa keep going, but this guilt is tangible and… he doesn’t want Ifa to regret this .

Ifa cocks his head aside, and the smile he wears is so serene and blissful that Ororon’s worries seem to melt away in an instant. “Well, to be honest with you… I’ve wanted to do this with you for a while, Ororon.”

What . He can’t be serious! Wearing a face of surprise, Ororon looks Ifa in the eye. “You—you what?”

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while. I just didn’t wanna risk our friendship, y’know? You’re a good guy and I didn’t wanna ruin that if my feelings weren’t returned.”

“Ifa, I…” He’s—he’s confessing . Ororon wonders if this is all just a dream, a hallucination induced by his heat. He becomes hyper aware that Ifa’s fingers are still inside him and clenches down around them on instinct. “S-Sorry… but—wait, so you’re saying you..?”

“I’ve had a feelin’ lately that our bromance was maybe a little bit more. And I’ve gotta admit, this isn’t exactly how I thought the first time would play out but… I don’t mind.” Ifa chuckles, and the sound is heavenly . A little cute, honestly. “I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

Bashful, Ororon hides his face with both his hands. “ Oh… so—so it’s been obvious this whole time!”

“Haha, don’t sweat it.” Ifa grins. “It’s cute. For a guy so mysterious that’s one secret you couldn’t hide.”

“Guess not.” Ororon swallows around nothing, and raises a hand to hold Ifa’s face. “Can you—please, please kiss me.”

Ifa dives right in, his kiss unyielding but slow. His fingers move just as languidly, and he takes his sweet time stretching Ororon out. 

But of course, Ororon, poor needy thing that he is, is growing impatient. As much as that confession made his teeth rot, he needs… so much more. Needs the feel of Ifa inside him, needs their skin pressed together. Sweaty and hot.

“ Ifaaaa ,” Ororon all but whines, taking to biting his fingers. He needs to bite down on something , and he can’t exactly bite Ifa, especially without permission. Which, maybe… Ifa would like that. He’ll have to find out.

“Shhh, just a little more. I wanna do this right, y’know?” 

“I need—I need more, I’m sorry…”

Quirking a brow, Ifa looks pointedly at Ororon’s cock, which has stood stiff and untouched this whole time. Precum dribbles out of it, making even more of a mess of Ororon, who’s already covered in his own spend. “Mind if I..?”

Ororon doesn’t care what he does, as long as he gets some much needed friction.

Ifa kisses the tip once, twice, before spitting on it and proceeding to seal his mouth around the head. He swallows it down with minimal struggle—for a first-timer he does a pretty good job at keeping his teeth away. 

“Oh, fuck— ”

That’s a good sign. Sounds like it feels good. Ororon tightens up around Ifa’s fingers, which still move in tandem inside him, scissoring apart to test his give.

“Ifa—Ifa, please… ” He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for at this point. For Ifa to continue? For him to stop? For him to fuck him already? Who knows? What he does know is he can’t wait to have Ifa’s knot—

Oh, right . Ifa’s not a hybrid. He doesn’t have one of those. Nor can he bond Ororon with a bite mark. Even so… there’s no one else Ororon wants. 

“Ifa, I’m —”

Ifa’s eyes flit up to give Ororon a knowing look.

“I’m— fuck, I’m gonna come— ”

That look in Ifa’s eyes says “go ahead,” and then warmth and wet floods his mouth. Ororon shakes, gripping the sheets until his knuckles go pale. One last shout and then he starts to come down from his climax, that soaring high still not quite enough to satisfy his urges.

By the time he gathers himself enough to lean back upright and look at Ifa, the vet in question has already—wait, he didn’t spit it out? He swallowed— ?

Ororon’s mouth hangs agape. “Ifa, you—”

“I think you’re dehydrated.” Ororon gawks at him, stunned by both the fact he swallowed and his medical observation. Ifa cracks a grin. “Sorry, did I ruin the mood?”

Ororon laughs, face all pink. “No… not at all.” He looks Ifa up and down, wholly enamored. He’ll take the vet’s advice and drink more fluids. But for now…

Ifa clears his throat, apparently psyching himself up for what’s about to happen. It’s not like he’s clueless about this whole thing, but fucking somebody for the first time is a daunting task, regardless of the fact that that somebody is a virgin too. Ifa can only hope he’ll be good enough.

Down goes his briefs, and Ororon’s pupils are blown—eyes widening, Ororon finds himself speechless. 

So that’s Ifa’s dick… wow . It’s not huge or anything but that’s not important. Ororon’s more concerned with the guy it’s attached to, after all.

Ifa parts Ororon’s legs and slots himself between them, cock nudging against Ororon’s loose hole. He seems to be avoiding eye contact, a bit self-conscious but finally meets eyes with Ororon again. “Hey,” he says softly, “sorry if I’m not good.” He chuckles a bit to lighten the mood. “I’ll make it up to you somehow if it isn’t.”

Ororon’s lip quivers. “Please… please, Ifa— f-fuck me … ”

With pleasure . Ifa spits into his hand and then smooths his fingertips over his cock, wetting it for a smooth glide and then—then, at long last, he presses inside, slow and gentle.

Ororon grabs at Ifa’s arms. Clutches those biceps and digs his nails into his skin. “ Ifa. ”

For a moment, Ifa’s in a world of his own, overwhelmed by how heavenly Ororon feels around him. Hot and wet and snug is all he can think. And then— “ Fuck .” 

Now that he thinks about it, that’s the first time Ororon’s heard Ifa curse. It’s not a big deal really but for some reason it’s hot as hell. Just as hot as the tight tee Ifa’s still wearing, or the faint stubble across his jaw. Ororon never noticed the traces of facial hair until he got this close.

He kisses Ifa deeply, with more passion than before, desperate to get him moving.

Ifa takes the hint and rolls his hips, not wanting to hurt Ororon but also knowing the poor guy’s needy and impatient. “You’re so good,” he moans, experimental with his pace. Somewhere between fast and slow, deep strokes that have Ororon trembling.

Turning to putty, Ororon struggles to keep his eyes open, caught between pleasures: Ifa’s mouth on his neck, wet and warm, and his cock deep inside, gliding easy thanks to Ororon’s slick. 

“ Ifa ,” he gasps again, voice dripping honey—Ifa’s such a sucker for him, addicted to the sweetness in Ororon’s whimpers. Archons , the way he says Ifa’s name… he’ll be hearing it in his wet dreams.

It’s messy work, really, Ifa’s thrusts. This divan they’re draped across is a bit uncomfortable, but Ifa’s sure that if he had suggested they go to the bedroom, impatient Ororon would’ve insisted this was fine. 

Even so, Ifa manages to get a hand beneath Ororon and hold him a bit closer, pressing impossibly deeper with his movements. He’s got one of Ororon’s legs pressed back, nearly folding him in half.

And Ororon? He’s barely clinging to sanity, nails raking down Ifa’s arms, leaving raised marks in their wake. The sting only excites Ifa more, spurring him on. He’s sweating much the same as Ororon, brows knitted and jaw set.

Fluffy ears drooping in such a pathetic way, Ororon can only utter fractured thoughts, too drunk on his hormones and the heat of the moment to have a coherent thought, much less get out a full sentence.

Ororon arches his back so that Ifa nails that spot just right. He yelps, so over excited that he can’t help but sputter out a laugh. “Oh gods— ”

“Yeah?” Ifa asks between gasps for air. He’s moving much faster now. 

Ororon struggles to find the words, but he manages nonetheless. “I-Ifa, please—god, please come in me .”

That was the plan, and yet Ifa feels his chest tightening with the implications. The thought of painting Ororon’s insides with his spend has his groin tightening up too, climax drawing ever closer. There’s just no way he can last much longer, not with squirming, desperate Ororon so whiny and pliant on his cock.

“Come in me, please— ” It’s all Ororon wants. His heat demands it. His body demands it. Wants to be Ifa’s, wants to be his , wants to be fucked thoroughly and filled to the brim and—

Ifa cracks a smile, still panting. “Maybe I can— fuck, maybe I can lick you clean afterwards?”

Oh , Ororon’s done for . He comes again, making even more of a mess of himself. Ifa fucks him through it before busting inside with a strained groan. He buries himself all the way, just how Ororon wants, before finally collapsing against Ororon’s heaving chest.

They’ll have to do this again—that’s inevitable. One good fuck won’t satisfy Ororon’s needs and they both know it. But at the moment, they’re far too exhausted to move, much less go again.

Ifa’s mind is racing and yet it’s empty, void of anything other than Ororon and I just had sex . The realization dawns on him. A little bit of guilt creeps in—but he didn’t really take advantage here, did he? Regardless of biology, Ororon wanted him.

Ororon nearly passes out, but manages to stay awake. Weakly, he tangles his fingers in Ifa’s soft, sweaty hair. “Mmh…”

Ifa kisses his palm. “You okay, dude?”

Ororon chuckles. “I don’t think you can call me ‘dude’ when you have your—when you’re literally inside of me.”

“Pfft… and who’s the one who begged for it in the first place?”

“Me.” Ororon pulls Ifa into a hug. “Can you… stay over? Stay the night?”

Ifa nods. “If that’s what you want. I’ll have to make a quick trip to my place to get some of my things but, yeah.” 

Ororon settles. “Okay… thank you.”

“What for?” 

“ Everything .”