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So hot… 

So hot… 

So hot… 

Satoru took a deep breath, trying to stop his head from spinning any more than it already was.  

Even for August, the weather was blistering.  

He was doing his best to drink water, but he kept feeling nauseous whenever he tried.  His mouth felt like sandpaper.  

He’d been on his way to meet his friends in the gym when a wave of heat and fatigue took over him and he had to stop.  

With shaking hands, he took out his phone and messaged Shoko.  

‘ I don’t feel good… ’

A moment later, he got a response. 

‘ You’re probably dehydrated ,’ she wrote. 

‘ I think I’m gonna pass out. ’ 

‘ Hold on, I’m sending Suguru over .’ 

Suguru…   

A shiver ran down his spine.  He felt like his entire body was vibrating.  

He flopped flat on the grass, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see the tree branches swirling in his vision.  

Everything was so sweaty. 

God, I feel gross .  

“Satoru.”  

The familiar voice seemed to settle something inside of him.  He peered over his sunglasses to see Suguru hurrying towards him.  

He got about ten feet away before he was stopped in his tracks.  It looked like he’d run right into a wall.  He steeled himself before pushing forward again.  

Suguru’s sharp features were blurry in Satoru’s vision.  

He kneeled down beside his shaking friend and put a hand on his shoulder.  

“Satoru,” he repeated.  “Hey, you okay?” 

“Mmph…” he grumbled.  

His mouth wasn’t forming words anymore.  

“Come on, let’s get you back to bed.”  

Satoru felt arms wrap around him before he was hauled up into the air.  

As soon as his head rested against Suguru’s chest, his mind went blank.  

All he could think was Suguru… Suguru…  Suguru…  

The way he felt. 

The way he looked. 

The way he smelled .  

God, how had he never noticed how good Suguru smelled before?  Cinnamon and leather and musk filling his lungs.  

He buried his face further into the crook of Suguru’s neck and took a deep breath.  Suguru stiffened beneath him, but he didn’t seem to notice.  

“Sugu…” he muttered, needy arms wrapping around his shoulders.  

“Hold on, we’re almost there.”  

He was holding onto Suguru’s shirt so tightly he thought the fabric might rip.  

Satoru’s forehead felt burning hot against Suguru’s neck.  His skin was getting clammy with the sweat dripping off of him.  

They finally made it back to Satoru’s room.  

The fan he’d left on in the corner was providing a minimal amount of relief from the suffocating air.  

Suguru laid him down on the bed, sighing when Satoru refused to let go and tried to pull him down with him.  

“Satoru, me in your bed is only going to make it hotter,” he reminded him.  

The boy beneath him whined, keeping his hold tight.  

“Don’feel good…” he mumbled.  

His vision was still blurring.  

“I…  I can’t-” 

He could feel Suguru’s hands holding him steady as he wriggled. 

He tried to turn on his Six Eyes to see what was happening, but the energy it took sent a new wave of dizziness through him and his body went limp.  

“Whoa,” Suguru said, grip tightening.  

Satoru’s limbs shook furiously in his hands.  

“Hey, Satoru, breathe,” he instructed.  

Satoru opened his mouth, but no words came out.  

His entire body felt overwhelmed.  Overstimulated.  Overheated.  

He sucked in a gasping breath. 

Tears were starting to well in his eyes.  

“I-I-” he choked out.  “ Sugu -” 

“Shit, hold on.” 

Suguru leaned down, pressing his face into the side of Satoru’s neck.  He waited there, letting his scent absorb as Satoru slowly started to calm below him.  

The deep ache in his body was finally easing.  

One of his hands laced into Suguru’s hair, holding him there closely.  

Suguru had realized what was happening from the second he got close to Satoru.  He was a late bloomer in almost everything he did.  He didn’t figure out his techniques until he was seven, he didn’t hit puberty until he was twelve- it made sense that he didn’t present until he was eighteen.  

He wasn’t expecting to be the one comforting Satoru through his first heat, however. 

Usually families could predict how their kids would present.  The Gojos either hadn’t cared to warn him or they’d been in complete denial that he'd be an omega.  

Satoru’s scent was hanging heavy in the air, thick and sweet like syrup.  It was intoxicating, just like everything else he did.  If Suguru was any weaker, he’d be face deep between his legs already.  

Slowly, Suguru’s own scent mingled with his, calming Satoru’s senses a bit.  His hands stopped shaking, but stayed in place around Suguru.

He managed to sit up, putting just a few inches of space between them. 

Satoru’s normally sharp blue eyes were hazy.  His cheeks were flushed.  There was a thin sheen of sweat covering his face and neck. 

Suguru swallowed hard. 

“Better?” he asked.  Satoru gave a small nod. 

“Y-yeah…” 

He started to sit up further.  Satoru’s grip tightened. 

“ Wait ,” he blurted.  “Please don’t leave me.” 

“I’m not,” he assured him.  “I won’t.  Let me just get things settled for you, okay?” 

Going against every instinct in his body, Satoru released his grip.  

His eyes never left Suguru as he moved about the room.  He tossed Satoru some more comfortable clothes, which he happily changed into.  Then he turned on the overhead fan, locked the bedroom door, and set a bottle of water on his bedside table before sitting down again. 

Satoru fell asleep almost immediately after Suguru was in bed with him.  

Suguru knew he should move.  

He should get up and go to his own room and let Satoru ride this out on his own.  That would be the safe thing to do.  The smart thing to do.  

But then he looked down at his best friend, tossing in his sleep and clinging to his arm, and he couldn’t find it in himself to even sit up.

Satoru only slept for about an hour before he started to stir again.  

The moment his eyes opened, the deep, pulsing ache in his body returned.  He clenched them shut again, a high whine building in his throat.  

“Hey,” Suguru soothed.  He put a hand on Satoru’s chest and began rubbing it back and forth.  “It’s okay.” 

“I don’t-” he choked.  “ Hurts .” 

“I know.  I know, but it’ll pass.”  

Satoru was curled up into the smallest ball he could get his lanky limbs into.  His knees were against his chest, arms wrapped around his legs, and head pushed against Suguru’s chest.  

Suguru ran his fingers through his hair slowly.  

“God, fuck !” he exclaimed.  “ What’s ha-happening to me ?”  Suguru closed his eyes and took a deep breath.  

“You’re in heat.”  

“W-what?”  Satoru looked up at him with wide eyes, full of tears and confusion.  

Suguru added this to his long list of reasons that he hated the Gojos.  Hell, his parents weren’t the best at talking about these things, but they’d at least told him the basics and brought him to an appointment to get on suppressants before he was supposed to go into his first rut.  

“You’re in heat,” he repeated.  “I’m assuming it’s your first one.”  

Satoru’s head dropped back down as he began crying.  Suguru scratched gently at his scalp and waited.  

“It’ll be okay,” he continued.  “We’ll get you through this one and then we’ll get you on suppressants.”  

“That’s assuming I m-make it through this one,” he chuckled humorlessly.  

“I’ll help you, I promise.”  

“Suguru, I-”  He had been digging his nails into his arms as he tried to distract himself from the feeling.  Suguru saw the moment he broke skin, blood trickling down to his elbow, but he continued to squeeze.  “Fuck, it hurts so bad,” he sniffled.  

“Hey, hey, hey,” Suguru said quickly.  He slipped his fingers beneath Satoru’s own to peel them away from his already injured arms.  “Okay, come here.”  

He pulled Satoru on top of himself, making sure to stuff either of his hands between his back and the mattress so he couldn’t claw at himself anymore.  

Satoru’s face landed right at Suguru’s neck, happy to nuzzle into his scent gland there.  His scent wouldn’t be enough to stop the discomfort entirely, but it would certainly help for the time being.  

Suguru held him there for a long time, trying to ignore Satoru’s nails occasionally digging into him and his hips shifting against his own. 

He was using every ounce of his self control to lie perfectly still.  In all the time he imagined helping an omega through their heat, he hadn’t imagined having to suppress all of his natural instincts to do so.  

At some point, he heard Satoru begin snoring softly against his neck.  He managed to slip out from under him, replacing his body with a pillow.  He pulled off his button up shirt and stuffed it between Satoru’s head and his pillow to keep his scent fresh while he ran out for supplies.  

He gathered everything he could think of.  Clothes, food, fans, movies.  He even rented a DVD of the Digimon movie in hopes that it would distract Satoru.  

“This is a really bad idea,” Shoko said.  

She was lying on her stomach on his bed while he packed like he was going overseas and not down the hall for a couple of days.  

He shot her a look. 

“I’m just saying,” she continued.  “The two of you have been dancing around some weird feelings for a while now and I don’t think volunteering to help him through what’s supposed to be a week-long fuck-fest is very smart.”  

“First of all, we haven’t been ‘dancing around’ anything.” 

“Oh, I’m so sure,” she mumbled. 

“And second of all ,” he said, ignoring her.  “I’m not going to sleep with him.  I have a little self control, okay?” 

“If you say so…”  

By the time Suguru got five feet from Satoru’s door, he could tell he was awake again.  Soft whining was echoing down the hallway.  

The doorknob was locked when he tried to enter it.  He knocked once. 

“Satoru?”  

The noises stopped.  

He knocked again.  

“Satoru?  You okay?”  

“Please don’t,” a small voice croaked.  

It sounded like he was crying.  

Protective instincts were flaring up in Suguru’s chest.  

“Satoru, open the door ,” he said tightly.  

“M’sorry…”  

Suguru hated himself for years for what he did next.  But with little other options than breaking down the door, a low growl rumbled low in his throat the next time he called his friend’s name and Satoru unlocked the door not three seconds later.  

“I’m sorry,” he immediately said when wide blue eyes were blinking up at him.  “I didn’t mean to get upset, I just needed to know you were okay and I-” 

Satoru’s legs buckled beneath him and he fell forward.  Suguru caught him before he hit the floor and hoisted him back up, carrying him back off to bed.  

“Wait-” Satoru muttered.  

Suguru didn’t realize what he’d been trying to hide until he was already laying him down.  

In the forty minutes he’d been gone, Satoru’s room had completely deteriorated.  

He’d kicked all of the blankets and sheets on his bed to one side.  

Clothes made up a makeshift layer on top of his fitted sheet.  Suguru recognized many of them instantly.  His own clothes.  Sweatshirts, t-shirts, even a pair of boxers.  Satoru had always had a habit of “borrowing” his clothes, never to return them.  He never thought much of it until now.  

One of his sweatshirts had been pulled into the pillow Satoru was using.  He had his face buried in it while his shoulders shook.  

“Hey,” Suguru whispered, sitting down beside him.  

“ Don’t ,” he sobbed into the fabric.  

“Don’t what?” 

“Don’t act like this is normal…”  He turned his head so Suguru could hear him, but faced away from him.  “Can you please j-just leave?  This is so embarrassing and it hurts s-so bad and I just-  I can’t do this with you here…”  

“But I can help, I could-” 

“Suguru, you can’t help!” he shouted, sitting upright.  

Tears were streaming down his blotchy face.  His cheeks were bright red, a mix of shame and heat.  

“You can’t help because you know what helping with this would mean,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.  “And I know you don’t want that.”  

Suguru’s mind was swimming with a million memories.

All the times they’d held each other after difficult missions. 

All the times they’d risked their lives to protect each other.  

All the times they’d come mere inches from kissing.  

How could Satoru possibly think he didn’t want this?

“I can help…” he repeated breathlessly.  

Satoru’s eyes met his before quickly looking away, as if he’d misunderstood.  Suguru reached out, holding him by the chin to lift his gaze again. 

“I can help…” he said once more.  

The two moved impossibly slowly.  

Suguru’s hands came up, fingers wrapping gently around the edges of Satoru’s jaw.  Satoru’s head tipped back as he pulled him closer.  His whole body was already like putty in his hold.  

Sweetness overtook Suguru the moment their lips touched.  Satoru’s mouth tasted like it was coated in sugar.  He couldn’t stop himself from licking inside, trying to get as much of that flavor as he could.  

When he focused again, he found Satoru gripping one of his wrists tightly.  His other hand was holding a fistful of his shirt.  

The room felt ten times warmer already.  

Their chests rose and fell rapidly.  

Years’ worth of tension was spilling out into the air between them.  

The suffocating feeling in Satoru’s lungs was alleviated just briefly while they touched.  He was already getting addicted to the relief.  

He grabbed at Suguru again, pulling him back in.  

Their lips clashed together so forcefully that they heard their teeth clack.  

Satoru climbed up onto Suguru’s lap.  

His hands pulled continuously at Suguru’s shirt and hair, trying to get him closer even when their bodies were flush together.  

His hips grinded down into Suguru’s lap in small, aborted thrusts, timed with whines pulled out of his chest.  

“Please,” he whispered, not quite sure what he was asking for.  

Suguru was quickly getting overwhelmed.  

He felt drunk off of Satoru’s scent.  It was palpable in the air.  Swirling around him.  Surrounding him.  Overtaking him.  

Part of his brain was screaming at him to take control.  He knew how vulnerable Satoru was and he knew he should be the levelheaded one in this situation. 

The other part wanted to give into the fantasy he’d been dreaming about since the day the two of them had first met.  

His cock was pressing hard against Satoru’s ass.  If Satoru hadn’t been grinding down on it like they were already fucking, he would’ve been embarrassed.  

Suguru’s hands circled Satoru’s thin waist, trying to keep him as still as he could to be able to think for a moment.  

It was no use. 

Satoru continued to wiggle on top of him, whining and panting like they were hours into this and not still both fully dressed.  

God, these fucking clothes…   

Suguru heard the fabric of Satoru’s shirt tearing as he whipped it over his head.  It got added somewhere to the pile of clothes on his bed.  

Satoru tried to do the same, grabbing and pulling at Suguru’s tank top, but his hands were shaky and fumbling over the straps of it.  Suguru could see his face twisting in frustration after a minute.  He reached between them, pulling it off and throwing it aside.  

Despite their bared skin, Satoru still seemed frantic.  His clumsy fingers went down to Suguru’s jeans, trying to unbutton them.  He was letting out short, irritated grunts as he tried and failed to make the process faster.  He still hadn’t stopped crying from when Suguru had first entered the room.  

“Hey,” he said.  He held either side of Satoru’s face, forcing him to look him in the eyes.  “Take a breath.”  Last week, Satoru would’ve told him to piss off.  But now, scared and at the mercy of Suguru’s will, he listened.  “I’ll take care of you,” he assured him.  Satoru nodded a bit.  “Do you trust me?”

“Yes…” he whispered.  

Suguru’s hands slid along his body, one landing on his nape and the other on the small of his back.  He laid him down flat on the mattress, positioning himself over him.  

Satoru didn’t stay still by any means, but he did seem to relax a bit with Suguru on top of him.  

Suguru let his mouth wander everywhere he could reach.  Satoru’s jaw.  His neck.  His collarbones.  His chest.  The divots of his hips.  

Dark marks painted his skin by the time he was done.  

While Suguru sucked on one of his nipples, his hand started to trail up his thigh.  It felt like it was moving slower with every inch.  Satoru wanted- needed- Suguru to touch him.  He pressed his thighs tighter and jerked his hips, trying to get closer to Suguru’s fingers.  

“Patience,” Suguru chuckled.  

“S’guru, please ,” he whined.  “I-I can’t-  I need-”  

Suguru’s hand finally reached the bulge in Satoru’s pants, giving him just the smallest amount of pressure as it moved back and forth.  The relief nearly made his eyes roll back.  

“Oh god, fuck !” he moaned.  Suguru smiled at the way the smallest touch had him falling apart already.  

His fingers slipped easily into the waistband of Satoru’s sweatpants, tracing the length of his cock over his boxers.  He always guessed that Satoru would be big, but he never had a chance to confirm it until now.  When he wasn’t two seconds from crying if he didn’t get fucked, Suguru wanted to switch positions sometime.  

Satoru was breathing shakily.  He simultaneously felt like he needed more and that anything more would send him right over the edge.  

Suguru pushed his boxers and pants down enough for his cock to spring free.  It slapped hard against his stomach, red and leaking already.  Satoru sucked a breath through his teeth.  

“Fuck…” Suguru whispered, licking his lips.  He wrapped his hand around Satoru’s length and pumped his arm slowly.  “God, you look so good…”  

A bead of precum rolled over his hand.  He leaned down, licking it off of his skin and continuing up to Satoru’s tip.  Satoru cried out.  His hands matted into Suguru’s hair, trying both to push him away and pull him closer.  

“S-Suguru, I-”  

He wrapped his lips around Satoru’s head and sucked.  The salt on his skin mingled perfectly with the underlying sweetness of his scent.  Suguru could’ve bottled the taste and drank it every day.  

His free hand traveled down further, grazing Satoru’s perineum.  Satoru’s thighs twitched, which only made them spread wider.  

“You’re so wet already,” he said, nuzzling his face into Satoru’s cock as he spoke.  

“Suguru, ple-ease,” he gasped, voice breaking.  “I need-  I-  Fuck, I need-”

“Tell me what you need, beautiful.”  

Satoru made a noise like a wounded animal.  His grip tightened at Suguru’s roots.  He was pretty sure he felt a few strands get ripped out.  

“I need you i-inside of me!” he blurted.  “Please!  Pl-lease, I need it!  I can’t-  Please stop teasing, I need it, I need you, I-”  

“Sh…” he soothed, crawling back up to the blabbering boy.  “Alright, alright.”  He held Satoru’s chin with one hand, waiting until his hazy, blown-out eyes met his own.  “I told you I’d take care of you.  I’ll give you what you need.”  

He hooked his fingers into Satoru’s waistband and tugged them down the rest of the way.  

If he thought Satoru’s scent was overpowering before, he was wrong.  It swelled in the air around them now that he was completely bared to the room.  Honey and vanilla and Satoru himself.  

Suguru put his hand on Satoru’s hip and closed his eyes, trying to steady himself.  

“We need a safe word,” he said.  His brain was barely functioning anymore, but he was determined to keep Satoru as safe as possible during this.  

Satoru grunted a little, grabbing at his wrists. 

“I’m serious,” he continued, holding both of Satoru’s hands to keep them still.  “If you want me to stop- any time, any reason- just say ‘red,’ okay?”  Satoru nodded quickly.  “And if you want to slow down or take a break, it’s ‘yellow.’”

“Mm,” he mumbled.  

He broke free from Suguru’s hold and went back to his clothes, managing to undo his zipper and shove his jeans down a few inches. 

“Turn over, let me get you ready.” 

“M’ready,” he slurred.  “Ready…” 

“Toru, come on.  I don’t want to hurt you.” 

With another whine, Satoru let Suguru flip him onto his stomach and tug his ass into the air.  

He was soaked. 

Slick was covering his upper thighs already.  

Christ, Suguru might have actually been able to fuck him just like this.  

He held either side of his ass and spread him apart.  Satoru whimpered as the cold air hit his sensitive hole.  

Suguru stared for a moment.  He was already slightly opened, twitching and fluttering around nothing.  He wondered if Satoru had started fingering himself out of desperation when he was gone. 

He hummed happily at the sight, dragging the pad of his thumb down across the ring of muscle.  

Satoru jumped slightly, but stayed in place. 

Once his thumb was coated, he was able to slide it in up to the first knuckle easily.  

“A- ah !” Satoru cried, body adjusting quickly to the intrusion. 

“There you go…” Suguru cooed.  He eased the digit in further as he spoke.  “Good boy.”  

He wrapped his other fingers around the globe of Satoru’s ass, pulling his thumb over to spread him wider.  

Satoru’s whole body was shaking as he felt Suguru’s breath ghosting over his hole.  

The tip of Suguru’s tongue slid in beside his finger with little resistance.  

They both moaned loudly, the sound echoing off the walls.  

Satoru was babbling what sounded like nonsense into the pillow beneath him.  It took a few moments for Suguru to recognize he was saying “more… more…”  

He replaced his thumb with his first two fingers, scissoring him open as he continued to explore with his tongue.  

Suguru felt like the room was starting to spin around him.  He wanted to taste more of Satoru.  Needed to get deeper inside of him.  

Satoru tried to follow him back when he pulled away, but he kept him still with a hand on his hip.  

“Hold yourself open for me,” he ordered.  

He fell flat on the mattress as he scrambled to move both hands back and spread his ass apart.  Suguru almost started drooling at the sight.  

He knew he was being selfish.  Logically speaking, there was no need to eat Satoru out.  Fingering him would loosen him up faster.  Fucking him would satisfy him faster.  But he tasted so sweet and he looked so good and Suguru couldn’t help himself.  

He buried himself between Satoru’s legs, lapping at his rim.  

Wet noises filled the room.  

The slick pouring out on his tongue tasted like pure caramel.  He swallowed down everything he was given.  

Satoru was whining loudly into his pillow, face pushed completely into Suguru’s sweatshirt.  He squirmed under Suguru’s hands, hips wriggling from side to side as he tried to ease the constant torture of Suguru’s tongue.  

He switched between circling Satoru’s rim, getting as deep inside of him as he could, and licking at his balls until Satoru reached back and placed a palm on his forehead.  

Suguru could hear him wheezing into the pillow.  

“Good?” he asked.  

Satoru nodded a little.  

“Please,” he eked.  “I just-”  He swallowed thickly.  “S’too much…  Jus’need you…”  

Suguru wiped his mouth with the back of his arm before crawling up over Satoru’s body.  He pressed his face into the side of Satoru’s neck, taking in a deep breath.  His cock was already getting slick as it settled between Satoru’s cheeks.  

He had a brief moment of clarity and pulled away just an inch.  

“Condoms,” he grumbled.  

Satoru whined again and shook his head, raising his ass higher to try to get Suguru inside of him.  

“Toru, wait.”  He put a hand on the small of Satoru’s back, stopping him from moving any further.  “I’m serious, I’m not knocking you up the first time we’re together.”  

“I’m not-  I don’t have anything,” he said.  Suguru sighed.  “Sugu, please .  I-  I’ll take the pill, okay?  First thing tomorrow.  Just, fuck-  I’m gonna go fucking crazy if you don’t get your dick inside me, please !” 

“Okay, okay,” he said quickly.  “I just…  I can’t knot you, okay?”  

Satoru made another noise of discontent, but didn’t argue.  

Suguru knew he was deeply in trouble the moment their bodies entwined.  

Sliding inside of Satoru felt like properly coming home for the first time in his entire life.  Like he had completed a part of himself that he hadn’t realized he’d been missing.  Like he was finally whole.  

He had to stay still for a moment once he was fully seated inside of him, already out of breath from the simple movement.  

He gripped the sheets where his hand rested beside Satoru’s head.  

Satoru felt the ache in the pit of his stomach starting to ease.  He let out a deep breath and let his head drop heavily on his pillow.  

Suguru rested back on his heels, pulling Satoru’s limp body back with him.  He let himself be moved without any resistance, legs sliding to either side of Suguru’s thighs and hips landing on his lap.  

“Fuck…” Suguru breathed out.  

He guided one hand up Satoru’s spine, watching the way it arched under his touch.  

Everything he did Satoru immediately responded to.  

His muscles trembled as Suguru gripped them.  

His breaths hitched when Suguru shifted.

His hole clenched with each thrust.  

Everything about him was intoxicating.  

He got lost in Satoru’s body.  Unable to detangle himself out of the heady scent that was drifting out of his every pore.  

By the time he came to his senses for a second, he found himself completely draped over the smaller man, pinning him to the mattress with his legs on either side of Satoru’s hips and his face buried in his neck.  

Satoru could barely breathe in this position.  He was smothered in the pillow beneath him with Suguru’s entire weight crushing his ribs.  Still, he made no attempt to move, perfectly content to be suffocated under his lover.  

Suguru’s tongue came out, licking shamelessly at the scent gland under Satoru’s jaw.  Blue eyes rolled back in his head as their smells began to mix in the air again.  

“Feel s’good…” Suguru muttered against his skin.  

“Mm,” Satoru grunted.  He reached behind himself, holding into the back of Suguru’s neck with one hand.  “Wait…  Wanna see you…”  

Despite his request, Satoru let out a pained noise when Suguru pulled out of him.  He grabbed Satoru’s waist, flipping him over onto his back and pushing his knees up to his chest.  

Their eyes met for the first time since getting undressed.  

Suguru froze under Satoru’s piercing gaze. 

Even with his unfocused eyes, he somehow kept Suguru mesmerized.  

Suguru felt something primal awakening inside himself.  

Without breaking eye contact, he found his way back into their previous position, keeping his hands under Satoru’s knees.  

Satoru reached up, shaky fingers framing either side of Suguru’s face.  

The distance closed between them. 

Their lips locked together easily, taking their time with each other now that Satoru wasn’t in quite so much of a rush.  

He traced his tongue along the back of Suguru’s teeth, tasting the remnants of himself. 

Suguru barely heard his own voice when he spoke. 

“Not leaving ‘till I get y’pregnant,” he growled into Satoru’s mouth.  

Satoru moaned loudly, thighs clenching against Suguru’s sides.  

If everything hadn’t felt so good, Suguru would’ve been shocked at what he’d just said.  But by the time his brain had processed it, Satoru was clenching rhythmically around him and his hips were moving faster and faster with each thrust.  

“Oh g -od !” Satoru cried, nails digging into Suguru’s shoulders.  

The tip of Suguru’s cock was brushing against his prostate with every movement now.  He could feel himself barreling towards an orgasm. 

“Sugu- a- ah!   Hold on, I’m-  mmph !  Gonna cu-um!” 

“Yeah, baby?” he grinned, voice coming out low in his chest.  “You’re gonna come before I even touch you?  Just from my cock, huh?”  

Satoru bit down on his lip so hard he tasted iron. 

“Come on, sweetheart, you can do it,” Suguru encouraged.  “Cum for me.  Cum on my cock.  Show me how much you want me to breed you.”  

As if on his command, Satoru’s cock twitched and he spurted white ropes all over his chest and stomach.  

His body went limp, the blue of his eyes barely visible as they rolled back.  

Out of instinct, Suguru let go of his legs, worried that he’d fallen unconscious.  Satoru’s ankles immediately locked behind his back, making it impossible for him to pull away.  

“Toru,” he said, tapping his slack jaw lightly.  

“Nn…  Don’ stop…” he grumbled.  

“You sure?”  

“ Mm …”  He pulled Suguru in with his legs for emphasis.  

Suguru started to thrust slowly.  Satoru’s eyes stayed closed, face twitching every time Suguru hips pressed against his ass.  

It took a few more moments before his eyelids fluttered open.  

Suguru ran his hand through white locks, smiling when Satoru’s vision finally focused on him again.  

“Still good?” he asked.  

“Mhm…  Harder…”  

Suguru could never deny him.  

He held Satoru by the hips, tugging him down further on the bed.  His ass was raised up high on Suguru’s lap while he leered over him.  

Suguru’s hips snapped forward hard.  

The room was filled with the sounds of their skin slapping together.  

“Holy shit…” Satoru muttered.  

Suguru followed his gaze down.  

At this angle, Suguru’s cock was forming a bulge in his lower stomach every time he thrusted in.  

Their pace slowed as they both stared.  

One of Satoru’s hands rested over the bump, not pressing down as if he was afraid to touch it.  

Suguru put his palm over Satoru’s, pushing both of their hands down.  Satoru moaned at the sudden increase in pressure.  

“You feel me right there?” Suguru asked.  He snapped his hips forward, pushing down harder each time he did.  “If I cum right there, you’ll get pregnant…”  Satoru’s watery eyes met his own.  “You want that?”  He nodded quickly.  “Use your words.”

“Y-yes…”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I-I want you to cum inside me.”  

“Mm…”  Suguru started thrusting faster.  “You want me to knock you up, huh?  Want everyone to know you’re my slut?” 

“Yes!” Satoru cried.  “Fuck!  Want you to stuff me fu-ull of cum!  Fill me up!  Wanna h-have your kids!”  

Suguru grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed their mouths together.  

He could feel himself swelling inside of Satoru.  

His knot was catching on his rim with every thrust.  

“Wait, fuck-” he started. 

In the back of his mind, his rational thoughts were screaming at him.  He knew what knotting Satoru during his heat would mean.  He knew the irreversible damage it would do to their relationship.  

But Satoru felt so good around him.  So warm.  

His legs were still locked behind his back, dead set on keeping him in place.  

He was letting out a constant stream of whines and pleas that made Suguru want to stay inside of him forever.  

“God!  Fuck!  Please!  Alpha !” he cried.  

The worn-bare thread inside Suguru finally snapped.  

His knot swelled again, locking them together.  

The bulge of Satoru’s stomach grew even more as Suguru spilled inside of him.  

He moaned into the crook of Satoru’s neck.  

Over the tingling sensation taking over his limbs, he felt Satoru lace his fingers into his hair and wrap his legs further around him.  

It could have been seconds. 

Minutes. 

Hours. 

Neither of them knew how long they laid there.  

When Suguru got the feeling back in his body, he found Satoru’s arms and legs were flaccid, but he still had them curled around his torso.  

He shifted slightly.  Satoru grumbled without waking.  

His knot had mostly gone down.  After another minute, he started to ease his cock out of him.  Satoru’s hold suddenly tightened.  He whined loudly.  

“Hey, hey, hey,” Suguru said quickly.  He held one side of Satoru’s face, rubbing his cheek with his thumb until he blinked his eyes open.  “It’s okay.  We just gotta get cleaned up.”  Satoru grabbed at his arms.  

“No… no…” he muttered.  “Not yet…”  

“Toru, come on.  It’ll take five minutes.  I’ll do all the work, okay?”  

He made another high-pitched noise, but let him go.  

Suguru worked as quickly as possible.  He cleaned himself up in the bathroom before returning to Satoru.  His friend was completely pliant in his hands, letting him move his arms and legs as he wiped him down.  He pulled a pair of boxers and a t-shirt from Satoru’s dresser onto both of them.  

Satoru started to wake as Suguru climbed back into bed with him.  He smiled as Suguru wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him in closely.  

“Pill…” he muttered into Suguru’s chest.  

“We’ll get it in a bit,” Suguru assured him through a yawn.  He nestled his face into Satoru’s hair and took a deep breath.  “We should probably get a couple.”  

“Mm?”  

“For next time.”  

Satoru’s smile grew wider.  

For next time…