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Shouyou isn’t sure how he feels about these times in Kageyama’s cycle, whenever he’s in preheat, or even normal full-throttle heat.
His skin always feels like it’s vibrating, whenever he’s around a near-heat, or in-heat Kageyama. It’s like his alpha is clawing at his insides, demanding Shouyou that he do something and help Kageyama out.
Shouyou always shoves those instincts down, knowing that he doesn’t actually feel that way, it is really just his instincts. His uncontrollable thoughts and urges.
It’s only been until recently that Shouyou has been around Kageyama in his heat-cycle. Back in high school, Kageyama always wore heavy scent patches during his pre-heat. And if he’s having a light heat, where he can suppress his urges enough and act the same as usual, he would wear heavy scent blockers while on his heat too.
The things he would do to never miss practice.
It’s not like Shouyou isn’t the same. He can get away with not locking himself inside during hit ruts most of the time. All he needs are some self-soothers (not like that) to get him through. Chewing gum to ease his fangs, scent blockers to not assault anyone’s senses, and a lot of caffeine (helps him focus on anything other than his desire to pop a knot and breed ).
While on rut, as long as he jerks off enough, he can force himself to be ready for public appearances. Sometimes, he doesn’t want to miss practice, other times he doesn’t want to miss a competition. Back in Brazil, he had to grow to learn how to control his rut urges just so he could go get more hours in at work so he could make rent by the end of the month.
But the thing is, no one wants to wear scent patches all the time. It’s uncomfortable, it’s itchy, it’s not really good for you. Need to let the glands breathe, and all.
So whenever Kageyama is in pre-heat or regular heat, he doesn’t wear patches at home. Which means Shouyou spends days smelling Kageyama’s aroused, aching, desperate scent.
He smells like he’s begging to be fucked, begging to be bred . It drives Shouyou crazy.
They’re friends, they’ve always been friends. It’s not cool to think about pumping your friend full of pups! That’s not a normal thought that crosses Shouyou’s mind at any time of the year besides the couple times Kageyama goes into heat.
Like right now.
Right when they got home from their Japanese National Team training and their front door was shut behind them, Kageyama ripped his scent patches off, scratching the irritated skin of his bare neck.
Shouyou’s mouth filled with drool at the scent and sight.
Kageyama’s normal scent has always been more than pleasant. Something fruity with a hint of coconut, something tropical, a fruity mixed drink or cocktail. But while in heat, his scent is anything but pleasant.
It’s obnoxious. It’s mind numbing. It makes Shouyou feel like a stupid, horny animal.
Right now, Shouyou is pacing in short laps around their living room, never letting his eyes leave the front door. Kageyama is currently shut in his room, his pre-heat scent not assaulting Shouyou quite as much as it was before, but still lingering around their apartment.
He paces, worrying that someone is going to break in, that Kageyama, the omega that he is housing and taking care of, is in danger. His alpha wants to protect him, even if it’s doing something silly like staring down their front door.
He’s so lost in the idea that he needs to protect Kageyama that he doesn’t realize how absurd that train of thought just was.
Yes, Kageyama’s preheat/normal heat scent drives him up the wall, it makes him think dirty things. But the events surrounding Kageyama’s heat also just stress him out.
Whenever they’re in Japan together, living together for the National Team season, and Shouyou has to suffer through this, he never sleeps properly. He needs to be alert, practically awake at all hours of the day in case something happens.
It’s impossible for any caring alpha to relax with a distressed omega nearby anyways. Shouyou knows he can help Kageyama in some way, he could heat up his heating pads, give him painkillers, and make him meals.
But no, the grouchy omega always snaps at him, saying he can take care of himself.
Not like that will ever stop Shouyou from asking, because if he doesn’t his alpha might claw out of his skin.
As Shouyou makes a turn to start his billionth lap around the living room, there’s a loud crash and a frustrated cry coming from Kageyama’s room.
Instantly, without thinking, Shouyou is running down the hall and tearing open Kageyama’s room. All he cares about is that his omega is in trouble and he needs to help.
He instantly freezes at the sight and smell he is greeted with.
Kageyama naked, slick dripping down his thighs, legs spread as if he was just masturbating. By Shouyou’s feet there’s an immoble vibrator. Shouyou suspects that the crash he heard was from Kageyama throwing it at the wall.
The whole room smells like needy, horny omega and slick. So much goddamn slick. Shouyou swears he’s a second away from popping a knot, or at least pouncing on the omega and lending him a hand, so as to satisfy his needs.
But Shouyou is a good alpha, so he plugs his nose and stares holes into the carpet. He tries to forget the sight of Kageyama’s slick, flushed naked pussy and the smell of his slick. Not only is Shouyou a good alpha, he’s a good friend too and shouldn’t be thinking dirty things of his platonic friend.
“Um,” Shouyou says with a high voice because of his plugged nose, “Everything okay?”
He can hear slight sniffles coming from Kageyama, which is very unlike him. He’s not a crier, not from what Shouyou has witnessed of him the past decade he’s known Kageyama.
There’s rustling of his bed sheets and a thick-sounding, “You can look…”
Kageyama’s now covered up, his comforter shielding his lower half. Shouyou doesn’t dare unplug his nose, knowing the wonderful smell will make him go crazy.
Kageyama’s eyes are red and watering, and his lip is protruded into a humongous pout. Something happened.
So Shouyou asks again, “Are you okay?”
Kageyama flushes up to his ears, his bare chest even turns pink. Shouyou’s eyes fall down to stare at his chest, at his hard nipples, and his plump pecs.
“Muhv’bradurd’ed,” Tobio mumbles, incomprehensible.
“Huh?”
“My vibrator died!” Kageyama punches the statement out of his mouth, crossing his arms and pouting through the embarrassment.
Shouyou’s graze travels back down to the ground, where the vibrator lies motionless. It’s shiny, covered with slick, Shouyou swallows the drool that pools in his mouth. His nose starts to hurt by how tightly he’s pinching it shut.
“Oh…” Shouyou doesn’t know what to say about that.
Generally, he and Kageyama don’t talk about sex much. Shouyou feels as if it’s dangerous territory; an Alpha and an Omega speaking of sex, that can quickly get out of hand. With how often Shouyou has perverted thoughts about Kageyama, adding any fuel to the fire is not a good idea.
Good thing it’s not relevant. In all of the summer’s they’ve lived together over the years for Japan National Team training, not once have either of them brought a boyfriend, a girlfriend, or a romantic/sexual partner over.
Shouyou doesn’t because he feels too busy. He has his priority: volleyball. Everything else is secondary.
He’s not sure about Kageyama’s reason. Part of Shouyou wants to assume it’s just because Kageyama sucks at human relationships, but over the years that’s grown to not be true at all. It’s hard not to be charmed by Kageyama Tobio, by how genuine he is, how driven, how passionate, how adorable and more.
At big ensemble tournaments, Shouyou notices old and current teammates of Kageyama coming up to him, patting him on the back or ass to greet him, giving him a few compliments on his form, and saying goodbye with the promise to talk more later.
Shouyou is almost proud that socially awkward Kageyama Tobio is a popular guy.
A popular guy who doesn’t take anyone home to screw him, however.
Whatever the reason Kageyama has for practicing abstinence while they’re living together, Shouyou is grateful. He’s glad he doesn’t have to pretend he doesn’t know what’s happening down the hall from his bedroom, he’s glad he doesn’t have to plug his ears and hope they finish soon, he’s glad he doesn’t have to experience an awkward morning after.
Shouyou gulps audibly, hands shaking to grab the vibrator and suck the slick-soaked object into his mouth just so he can get a little taste, just this once!
“Your vibrator died,” Shouyou reiterates stupidly.
Kageyama humphs.
“Are you in heat already?” Shouyou would unplug his nose to check, but he also doesn’t want to risk it. Before, he was so overwhelmed with the scent of slick that he didn’t choose to focus on the intricacies of Kageyama’s scent. All he could smell was pure, unfiltered arousal, and Shouyou didn’t want to smell anything but that. The memory of that scent still burns his nose hairs.
“Not yet, but I still needed to… you know,” Kageyama admits, embarrassed.
Shouyou burns in embarrassment too, but a part of him wants Kageyama to talk more, say more dirty things, and admit more about his sexual preheat habits.
“Did it die while you were jerking off?” Shouyou’s stupid mouth says without his brain’s consent. He doesn’t even know if it’s technically proper to call masturbation with a pussy ‘jerking off ’ but the semantics don’t matter.
“Yes…” Kageyama admits quietly.
Shouyou nods, he starts to breathe in and out heavily through his mouth. It’s almost as if he can taste Kageyama’s slick in the air. His eyes burn a hole in the dead vibrator.
“I was close, too,” Kageyama continues. Shouyou closes his eyes and bites back a groan. His cock is currently hard in his underwear, almost too hard, he can’t possibly ignore it any longer.
“I was just about to cum, but it stopped, I got so mad that I threw it,” Shouyou slurps up the drool obscenely pooling in his mouth. Does Kageyama even know what he’s doing? Does he know how enticing and erotic he’s sounding? His blunt words are tugging at his gut, arousing him more and hardening his cock.
“Does it look broken?” Kageyama asks. He can’t see the toy from where he’s sitting.
“No…” Shouyou replies, tense, staring down at the toy. At every passing moment, the slick dries more and more, and that fact breaks his heart.
“Could you bring it to me?” Kageyama leans over and pulls out a chord, Shouyou suspects it’s the vibrator’s charger.
Shouyou gulps. He wants to protest, he wants to let Kageyama know that having him grab it may not be a good idea, things may get out of hand. Shouyou being that close to Kageyama’s slick–to the point where he may even touch it–may actually force him into a premature rut, just like a teenaged alpha who can’t control their hormones.
But, the selfish part of Shouyou wants to touch it, he wants to feel the warmth of Kageyama’s slick, he wants to smear the liquid on his fingers and save it for later so he can taste it.
So, he bends over and picks it up without complaint.
He holds it by the base. He knows he has to approach this strategically, he doesn’t hold it by his fingertips like it’s a biohazard, but he also doesn’t close his fist around the girthy part that was obviously just inside of Kageyama’s cunt moments ago. He instead goes for a happy medium, where he holds it firmly by the base in a way where his fingertips can brush up against the slick staining the toy.
He almost jumps for joy when he feels the wetness against his fingers.
His cock throbs in his pants, he can feel himself leaking pre.
As he walks towards the omega, he’s growing more aware by how obvious his boner is. It’s tenting his pants obscenely, there’s no mistaking it, he’s hard. There’s really only one explanation for his arousal, too: Kageyama.
He knows Kageyama sees it, but the omega doesn’t say anything, even with his eyes burning holes in his pants as he stares down the bulge in Shouyou’s pants.
He wants to cover himself, shield himself from view of this (pre)heat-ridden omega, but one hand is held up to plug his nose (to save himself from going insane by Kageyama’s delicious scent) while his other is carrying a recently-used vibrator.
Once he reaches Kageyama’s bed, he reluctantly hands over the toy. His friend snatches it and quickly plugs it in.
Shouyou is acutely aware of his hand hanging by his side where slick is drying on his fingertips. He holds himself back from stuffing his fingers in his mouth right now, knowing he’d die of embarrassment if Kageyama witnessed such a desperate act.
Kageyama stares up at him, eyes periodically glancing down to the bulge in his pants.
He feels the familiar tugging in his gut, signaling that his knot is about to pop. He needs to get out of here, he needs to lick the slick off of his fingers, he needs to pop his knot and cum .
“Okay, well,” Shouyou starts, voice still sounding comically high as he continues to plug his nose, “If that’s all I’m gonna go, sorry for not knocking,” he starts to walk backwards towards Kageyama’s open bedroom door, “hope that charges quickly,” he cringes at his words as his back collides with the door frame, “bye!”
The last thing Shouyou sees is Kageyama’s confused–almost sad and defeated–face as he unplugs his nose and uses that free hand to shut the door.
As soon as it clicks shut, Shouyou is shoving his slick fingers into his mouth and groaning.
It’s sweet, a little tangy and musty, but wonderful. His mouth waters around his fingers, body sending signals that it craves more.
Shouyou sinks to his knees right in front of the door and rubs his palm against his aching bulge in his pants. He slurps his fingers, trying to dissect every tiny flavor of Kageyama’s slick, trying to tattoo the taste into his memory.
He wonders what it would be like to taste his slick in abundance, kneeling between Kageyama’s thighs and licking and slurping right at the source. He’d dig his tongue into Kageyama’s pussy and relish in his slick leaking around him, he’d dig his nose into his clit and breathe his smell into his lungs directly.
Shouyou falls forward, he lines his face to the gap at the bottom of Kageyama’s door, shoving his nose there and taking deep breaths, trying to smell him.
His knot swells in his pants as he rubs over himself, he rocks against his hand, desperate for more stimulation.
The scent that Shouyou can pick up that’s wafting out the bottom of the door makes his head go cloudy. It stings his nose and the back of his throat.
Kageyama smells just as desperate as he did before–from what little scent Shouyou was able to pick up–he may even smell more desperate, if that’s possible. But underlying his desperate and arousal, his scent is sad, frustrated, and a little humiliated.
He smells like he does after losing a bad match (minus the arousal). A match he shouldn’t have lost, one that shows that even world-class setter Kageyama Tobio has things to learn.
The best six players win, Shouyou knows that all too well. Sometimes that reality is bitter.
But Shouyou has no idea why Kageyama smells so bitter now, it saddens Shouyou. It makes his heart ache and his inner alpha whine. He feels the desire to uplift his omega, make him feel better, satisfy him sexually, quell his heat, wave away his worries, and purify his heart.
Shouyou digs his teeth painfully into his bottom lip to suppress a sad groan.
His body is keyed up, so close to release, but his head is also spinning, wanting to stop this madness and help Kageyama out. He’s a kneeling contradiction, sadly sucking slick off his fingers.
He doesn’t know if he wants to smell more or less of Kageyama. The more he smells, the sadder he gets, the less he smells, the more he misses him.
He whines pitifully, squeezing his knot over his clothes.
He closes his eyes and attempts to imagine a sexy scenario with Kageyama, but his scent forces him to lose concentration and has him picturing sad scenarios where Kageyama’s weeping, pouting, or frustrated.
The smell only gets stronger, stronger, and more potent until…
Shouyou falls forward even more, face planting in the doorway of Kageyama’s room as the door swings open.
There’s a scandalized gasp above him, and Shouyou knows at this moment he’s cooked.
Someone might as well come and murder him now, he’ll gladly accept his death.
Shouyou instantly sits up straight, pulling his wet fingers out of his mouth and scooting away from Kageyama until his back hits a wall.
“Uhhh…” He murmurs, the only thing he’s capable of saying at the moment.
Kageyama stands in his doorway, just in a pair of panties, peering down at Shouyou with curiosity.
Shouyou’s glad he’s not looking at him with mirth, disgust, or anger at least. He’s sure there is no explaining his way out of what he was doing, he was obviously rubbing his cock outside of Kageyama’s door like the perverted alpha he really is. Kageyama is stupid, but even Shouyou knows he’s not that oblivious.
Kageyama covers his nose, seemingly overwhelmed with Shouyou’s smell. Shouyou knows how that feels.
Shouyou sweats as he waits for Kageyama to say something.
“You’re a dumbass,” Kageyama settles on. For some reason, even if he knows if it’s bad timing, Shouyou can’t stop staring at the cute, cotton panties Kageyama’s wearing. He can see his cameltoe.
“Yes, I am,” Shouyou affirms, wanting to appease Kageyama in any way possible.
Then, feeling like Shouyou was just suddenly transported to another planet–another universe –he watches with wide, unbelieving eyes as Kageyama digs his fingers under the flimsy band of his panties and starts to slowly pull them down his bare, milky thighs.
Shouyou’s jaw drops, he forgets how to breathe.
He watches as Kageyama’s pussy is slowly revealed, slick leaks from his slit and stains a dark, wet patch in his panties. His pubes clump together at the amount of slick he’s been producing.
Shouyou really can’t conceptualize what’s happening or how he got here. He’s just trying to stay very still and very quiet in hopes that not disturbing the moment will allow Kageyama to continue to do what he’s doing.
Then, in the most surprising thing of it all, Kageyama flings his panties at Shouyou. They hit him smack-dab in the middle of his face. Shouyou grabs them with a shaking hand, eyes dancing down at the panties, up to Kageyama’s face, back down to the panties, over and over again.
He resists the temptation to press his nose against the wet patch and shove the fabric in his mouth (or twist it around his aching cock).
Shouyou stays rooted in the spot, eyes staring at Kageyama in confusion.
Kageyama squirms in place, thighs squeezing together, looking at Shouyou like he’s expecting something.
Seemingly done with waiting, Kageyama clicks his teeth and says, “Get over here, already.”
Shouyou scrambles upright in record time–does he even reach that speed on the court? And stands right in front of the omega. Kageyama’s scent has tamed, he doesn’t smell as sad or frustrated any longer, just horny and desperate. Shouyou is sure he smells the same.
He looks up at the omega, looking for more direction.
“You’re such a stupid alpha,” Kageyama snorts, “how more obvious can I get?”
Shouyou blinks at him.
Kageyama grabs his tee-shirt in a tight fist, “I want you to knot me.” He growls at him.
Shouyou wheezes, he feels his body slump in reaction to Kageyama’s desires.
He opens and closes his mouth stupidly like a fish, his lips are moving but no words are coming out.
His whole body feels on fire.
He definitely walked into an alternate universe because there is no way Kageyama Tobio wants such a thing. It’s that, or Shouyou is dreaming.
Shouyou pinches himself, it stings.
He swallows down the amount of drool pooling in his mouth. Kageyama quirks an eyebrow at him, as if he’s asking Shouyou how he’s going to react now.
He puts the panties in his pocket and reaches out with shaking hands to grab Kageyama’s waist, his skin is hot to the touch, his heat is rapidly approaching.
Shouyou licks his lips, he doesn’t know if he’ll overstay his welcome, but he knows he won't be satisfied only knotting Kageyama once . So he gains the courage to ask, “May I be with you during your heat?”
Maybe Kageyama only wants him once–one and done. Get over this hurdle where he’s so keyed up from using the vibrator and then left high and dry when it died on it. Desperate times call for desperate measures, maybe that’s the only reason why he wants Shouyou’s knot.
“If that can get you to knot me, then yes.”
Shouyou blinks at the answer.
Kageyama rolls his eyes and walks Shouyou to his bed, Kageyama lies down on it, and then beckons Shouyou with his finger.
Shouyou stares at the beautiful omega laid out for him.
“I’m confused,” Shouyou says, blinking at the arousing sight. Kageyama looks like one of those old renaissance paintings where someone rich and beautiful laid out, barely covering themselves with a blanket.
Kageyama looks at him, tired, losing patience. “What?” He snaps.
Shouyou has a feeling he’ll get reprimanded for such a question, but he can’t help but ask, “...How many times can I knot you?”
Kageyama crosses his arms and rolls his eyes at Shouyou, “As many times as you want?” He says, like it’s obvious.
Shouyou’s eyes bug out of his head. He makes a strangled noise. As many times as he wants? Does that mean he can knot Kageyama whenever he wants? Next week? The week after that? Next year ? What are the limits?
“Why do you look so surprised!?”
Shouyou continues to stare at Kageyama, face riddled in disbelief.
“I was being so obvious about it!” Kageyama argues.
“About what?” Shouyou asks stupidly.
Kageyama groans and throws his hands up, “I like you,” Shouyou almost stumbles backwards at the words. “I want you,” Shouyou does stumble at those words.
He takes a seat on the bed to ground himself, worried he’ll fall over if Kageyama continues to talk like that. He holds his palm up to his beating heart and takes deep breaths to calm himself down.
Shouyou feels elated at the words, he feels like jumping for joy and rubbing it into other alpha’s faces: Kageyama Tobio likes him. Shouyou is the worthy alpha, he’s the one who impressed the omega.
“You were not obvious about it,” Shouyou argues, breathless.
Kageyama pouts at him, “Just now I had you pick up my vibrator,” he starts list them off on his fingers, “didn’t rush to cover myself up when you walked in here, I told you that I was masturbating, then I walked out into the hall in just my panties, which I threw at your face–they’re literally in your pocket right now. I also told you I wanted you to knot me… multiple times.”
Shouyou scratches the back of his head sheepishly.
“How was that not obvious!?”
“I dunno!” Shouyou waves his hands in the air, “You could’ve just been super horny ‘cause of your heat!”
Kageyama levels him with a flat look, “I’m not an animal, I can control myself.”
Shouyou sinks into himself, “I guess I only allowed myself to think of you platonically–”
“--Until you’re licking my slick off your fingers, of course.”
Shouyou growls, “Well, I am an animal! I couldn’t control myself!” He holds his face in his hands, “You were so hot!”
He hears Kageyama snicker happily.
“It just seemed so out of this world to think we could be anything more than friends, I just shut that possibility out of my head… Maybe that’s cowardly of me. But I just wanted to respect you as a person…”
Kageyama rests his hand on Shouyou’s shoulder, squeezing him in reassurance.
Shouyou squeezes his eyes shut, “I also don’t know if i’m interested in you because my alpha is or I am,” it feels dirty to admit such a thing. Shouyou’s no better than any knothead alpha, he has no control of his hormones, and has no understanding of his feelings. He thinks with his knot, not his heart or brain. He pouts, a sad smell radiating off of him.
Kageyama shakes him, “You dumb alpha…”
Shouyou peeks up at him, he tries to keep his eyes trained on Kageyama’s face, but they keep falling to glance at his cute nipples, and his happy trail that leads down to something glorious hidden under his comforter.
“You’re… respectful,” Kageyama chokes out, he’s not one to give out compliments so flippantly. Shouyou quirks an eyebrow at him. “You’re a good alpha, you’re a good person,” Kageyama chews his lip, “and I know that you actually like me.” He says with confidence.
Shouyou snorts, “How do you know how I feel?” Shouyou isn’t sure.
“I always know,” Kageyama tucks a strand of hair behind Shouyou’s ear, “I knew you wanted to be the greatest decoy before you did, I knew when you had a fever before you did, I know when you over do it before you do, I can tell when you’re about to get antsy… I just know these things.”
Shouyou knows Kageyama’s right, he’s just worried about accidentally hurting Kageyama, breaking his heart, ruining their already amazing relationship.
“If you’re still unsure,” Kageyama says seductively, grabbing Shouyou’s hand and pressing it against his bare stomach. Shouyou’s eyes widen as Kageyama pushes his hand down, down, down, “you can knot me, and see if you like me after.” Shouyou’s fingers brush up against Kageyama’s pubes, and then down to his slick slit, hot pussy, and swollen clit.
He presses against the bud and watches Kageyama squirm. He’s hypnotized by the sight.
Shouyou licks his lips, “Okay, let’s do that.” He’s easily convinced.
He turns until he’s properly facing Kageyama in bed, he throws off the comforter that was covering him and drinks in the sight of his naked, uncovered pussy. He presses Kageyama down into his bed, he rests against his vast amount of pillows and plushies–just a part of his nest. He slots himself in between Kageyama’s spread thighs, eyes staring down at his wet, slick-covered pussy and how his fingers move against him.
Kageyama trembles under Shouyou’s touch, thighs twitching, fingers clenching, expression wavering. Shouyou watches him unravel.
“Hinata, Hinata, Hinata–!” Kageyama chants, canting his hips up towards Shouyou’s fingers. Shouyou holds his hips down firmly and keeps a calm, steady pace of his strokes. He knows that just this, without adding anything special, will bring Kageyama over the edge. It will satisfy him slightly, it’ll give Shouyou just enough time to mentally prepare himself in time to knot Kageyama.
“I’m close!” Kageyama sobs, like it’s a bad thing.
Shouyou pets the side of his thigh, soothing him, trying to relax the omega. If he’s relaxed he can really feel the pleasure Shouyou’s giving him, he can concentrate on it and nothing else. His cock starts to ache painfully, desperate for some stimulation. It’ll come in time.
“Shou–!” Kageyama gasps, the sound of his name falling out of Kageyama’s pretty lips sends a zap of pleasure down his spine. “Can I cum?” Kageyama slurs, “Please… lemme cum…”
Shouyou groans, his eyes roll up to the back of his head. How is it possible that Kageyama is so hot?
“Yes,” Shouyou rushes out, “Yes, ohmygod, yes, cum,” he holds himself back from changing the pace of his fingers. He strokes Kageyama in even, firm circles until Kageyama is seizing up, crying out, and a fresh, new wave of slick is leaking out of his pussy.
Shouyou strokes him through his orgasm, watching this amazing omega in wonder. Asking permission to cum? By the end of this, Shouyou might end up in love with Kageyama, not just liking him. Fuck .
Kageyama slumps after a while, completely spent. Shouyou can see his pussy twitch in the aftershocks of his orgasm. He licks his lips and pets Kageyama’s sides, trying to soothe him.
“Feel a little bit better?” Shouyou asks, voice rough.
Kageyama blinks up at him, looking a little dazed, “I still need y’r knot,” he slurs.
Shouyou wheezes, “Right.”
He nods and pulls his shirt over his head, Tobio grabs the garment from him and tucks it away in a crevice somewhere in his nest.
Shouyou smirks at him.
Kageyama shrugs, “I like your smell…”
Shouyou grins, hopeful that he’ll have more opportunities to give Kageyama more supplies for his nest.
He wastes no time taking his pants and underwear off too, only feeling a little embarrassed to be completely exposed like this. Kageyama’s been naked for a while now, all for Shouyou to see and drink it in, he can repay the favor now.
His cock hangs heavy and hard between his legs. His tip is dripping and the base of his dick is already swelling–he’s ready to knot Tobio at a moment’s notice.
Kageyama looks at his cock with stars in his eyes and unashamed arousal. He hooks his elbows under his knees and spreads himself obscenely, Shouyou makes a groaning noise at the sight.
“ Hurry ,” Tobio begs. Shouyou scrambles to settle himself over the omega, brushing his hard, sensitive dick against his hot, slick folds.
They both hiss at the contact, Shouyou barely restrains himself from snapping his hips forward and fully sheathing himself into bliss. Instead, he rubs the length of his cock between Kageyama’s folds and slicks himself up. Kageyama twitches and whines prettily whenever Shouyou brushes against his hard clit.
With how wet Kageyama is, it doesn’t take long before Shouyou is satisfied with how slick he is. A few grinds and he’s soaked, his cock, his balls, even his thighs are covered in Kageyama’s slick. Shouyou doesn’t know if it’s because of Kageyama’s soon-arriving heat, or because Shouyou is doing a good job at pleasing him.
He wants to inflate his ego, but he also doesn’t want to get too ahead of himself. He still has a job to do: pleasure his omega.
Slowly, he presses the head of his cock against Kageyama’s opening, kissing it. He stares down at his friend, looking for any signs of discomfort in his expression as he pops his head inside.
Shouyou shivers at the sensation, Kageyama’s so tight, and burning hot. His thighs shake in restraint as he continues to enter slowly, this isn’t about Shouyou’s pleasure, it’s about Kageyama’s.
“Mmmm,” Kageyama hums, looking down between his legs to watch Shouyou slowly split him open. He hooks his legs around Shouyou’s hips and attempts to pull him closer, it pushes Shouyou’s cock further inside of him. Shouyou breathes out unsteadily, focusing hard to not blow his load right away.
Kageyama’s pussy flutters around him, and the amount of slick he’s producing makes the glide inside of him smooth and easy.
“More,” Kageyama whines, crossing his ankles and locking Shouyou against him.
“If we go any faster, I’m gonna cum right away,” Shouyou warns, hissing the statement out through his clenched teeth.
Kageyama throws his head back, Shouyou’s eyes glue to his long, bare, unblemished neck.
“That’s okay ,” Kageyama pleads, sounding desperate, “as long as you knot me, I just need more.
Shouyou groans lowly and lowers himself to his elbows, the hot, sweaty skin of their bodies pressing and sticking together. He angles Kageyama’s hips up, almost folding him in half, and sinks another inch or two inside.
At this angle, in this position, even with their height difference Shouyou can reach Kageyama’s scent glands. He presses his nose against the omega’s nape and starts to drool at his strong, enticing scent.
Kageyama whines, grinding his hips up into Shouyou’s, forcing more of his cock down his cunt. Shouyou decides there’s no point in waiting any longer, Kageyama’s been good, he’s been patient, it’s time to reward the omega.
He snaps his hips forward, fully entering his burning hot pussy. Kageyama convulses underneath him, his dull fingernails dig into the skin of his back until it stings.
His knot was already starting to re-inflate at the base of his cock, but Kageyama took the extra girth like a champ. He grinds his cock inside of the sloppy pussy, pressing his knot against Kageyama’s sensitive walls and stimulating his g-spot.
He closes his lips against Kageyama’s scent gland, knot growing more as he tastes him. He drools against the scent gland and licks at him, spreading his own scent all over Kageyama.
Shouyou arranges himself so he can sneak a hand between their chests and start to grope at one of Kageyama’s tits. His chest is soft, muscled–and by how Kageyama hisses in response to Shouyou’s first squeeze–tender, too. He pinches his pebbled nipple and feels Kageyama slick up more around him.
He’s leaking profusely, out of his cunt, down to his ass and asshole, around his thighs, on Shouyou’s cock and balls, and coating him even more down Shouyou’s thighs.
He continues to roll his hips against Kageyama’s, trying to bring him towards another orgasm as he barely fends off his own. He squeezes his eyes shut in concentration as he tries not to think about how fantastic Kageyama’s pussy feels, how great he smells, how pretty he sounds, and how beautiful he looks flushed and in the midst of pleasure.
Kageyama pulses around him and whines frustratingly.
“What, baby?” Shouyou asks, the pet name falling from his lips easily and without much thought.
“Ngh, need more…”
Shouyou pants into his neck, “More what?” Kageyama seems to only be able to communicate in half-thoughts.
“Need more inside of me,” He whines, “stuff me more…”
Shouyou’s mind whirs, he leans back on his calves and looks down at the dubashed omega.
“I’ve already knotted you, sweetheart…” He says, punctuating his statement by pressing his palm at the bottom of his stomach, where he can feel his cock grinding inside of Kageyama.
Kageyama whines and squirms.
Shouyou can’t help but feel a little offended, he knows his knot is big! It’s properly sized to satisfy any omega, even the particularly needy ones like Kageyama.
“You’re so demanding,” Shouyou chastises, “always needing more–wanting more.”
Always pushing Shouyou to run faster, get better faster, learn more quickly, jump higher, hit the ball harder. He always gets what he wants, even in the bedroom, apparently.
Kageyama pouts at him, but nods and looks up at Shouyou through his long, fluttering eyelashes.
Shouyou brainstorms momentarily, thinking of all of the ways he could stuff Kageyama more. He could put his fingers in his mouth and press the pads of them against his tongue. Or, he could put his finger inside of his pussy alongside his knot, or…
Shouyou grins at Kageyama, dark and calculating. Keeping the two of them still tied together by his knot, Shouyou slowly reaches down on the floor to his discarded pair of pants and digs inside of his pocket. His grin grows wider when his hands close around the pair of panties that Kageyama previously threw at his face.
He sits back up and dangles them from one finger, giving Kageyama a challenging look, wondering if he’ll know what Shouyou wants to do with the slick-covered garment.
But no, as it is Kageyama Tobio, he looks at Shouyou in confusion.
Shouyou rolls his eyes, “Just–pull these out of your mouth if you don’t like it, or need to tell me something.”
Then he wastes no time balling up the cotton and shoving it in Kageyama’s mouth.
Kageyama’s eyes widen comically as he chokes around the fabric, biting down on the panties and whining. More slick gushes out of his pussy, wetting the sheets below them.
Shouyou thinks he likes it.
“How is that?” Shouyou asks breathlessly, shallowly thrusting his cock inside of Kageyama, “You feel stuffed enough?”
Kageyama stares him down with wide, pleading eyes, and has the nerve to shrug .
Shouyou fears how needy Kageyama will be when he actually enters his heat. Before he was almost satisfied with just a vibrator, but now that Shouyou is here he has all of the requests in the world! Shouyou humphs.
“Fine, then,” he growls, cupping Kageyama’s ass tightly, spreading his cheeks apart. “You need more?”
Kageyama gives him a dazed look as he nods.
Shouyou steadies himself and presses one of his fingers inward until the pad of his finger brushes against Kageyama wet, puckered asshole.
Kageyama jerks when he feels Shouyou touching him down there. Shouyou is not apologetic, this is what Kageyama was asking for, he’s just being a good alpha and satisfying the requests given to him.
The amount of slick Kageyama’s been producing makes it easy for Shouyou to press his finger inside of him down to his first knuckle. He’s just as tight and burning hot back here as his cunt is. Shouyou wonders if he’ll be allowed to knot his ass one of these days, it already feels so wonderful around his finger, he bets it will feel just as great around his cock.
Kageyama moans and drolls around the panties in his mouth, eyes rolling up to the back of his head. His thighs squeeze around Shouyou’s hips, almost so tightly it hurts.
But as his pussy flutters around Shouyou’s cock and he only grows to get slicker and slicker, Shouyou knows he’s doing something right.
It’s hard to multitask like this, keeping his hips grinding against Kageyama and moving his finger inside of his hole at a weird angle, but Shouyou prevails.
He needs to show that he’s a good partner for Kageyama, he needs Kageyama to get his mind blown by Shouyou and never look back. Shouyou needs Kageyama to understand that there is no other alpha in the world that is dedicated to him as Shouyou is.
Kageyama deserves the best, he deserves to be worshiped–as the demanding king he is–and Shouyou will be the most devoted to him. He doesn’t deserve anything less.
Shouyou’s head clouds over, he stares down at the pretty, flushed, aroused omega below him and mindlessly works to pleasure him more.
Kageyama’s so close, he can tell, just a little bit more and he’ll be pushed over the edge. Then, Shouyou can finally follow him over and no longer withhold his own orgasm.
He presses his finger deeper inside of Kageyama’s asshole, and he can feel the bulge of his knot inside him from here. The discovery makes his toes curl. He curls his finger, pressing against his walls and making Kageyama choke around the panties.
Shouyou is satisfied with the sudden lack of complaints from Kageyama, yes of course, his mouth is stuffed with panties so he can’t talk so easily but his arms are free from restraint, too. He could easily remove the garment from his mouth and tell Shouyou off, command him to do better, and chastise him for sticking his finger up places it shouldn’t go.
But, he hasn’t done any of that, so Shouyou is inclined to believe that Kageyama likes this stuff. He likes Shouyou touching him in degrading, intimate ways. He likes being fucked so thuroughly that he doesn’t need to think.
“You havin’ fun?” Shouyou smiles at him.
The only response Kageyama gives him is a full-body twitch, and his pussy’s walls squeezing around him.
Shouyou powers through to finish the last leg of this race. He moves his one free hand to the front of Kageyama’s body, pressing and swirling his thumb against his clit. Kageyama yelps around the panties at the contact, his eyes bugging out.
Just a bit more.
He concentrates to the maximum to keep all of his hands moving. His finger fucks shallowly inside of Kageyama’s hole, stroking against his walls and stretching him further. He circles his hips to press his knot against Kageyama’s sensitive cunt, while his thumb presses harshly against his clit, rubbing him and giving him inescapable pleasure.
It’s a lot to do at once, his wrists are starting to ache, and he burns for release, he’s surprised he’s even lasted this long without blowing his load.
But distantly, through the haze of his pleasure Shouyou remembers how Kageyama reacted the first time Shouyou touched him. He held back, he waited for his release until Shouyou gave him permission to cum.
Shouyou groans. Has he been waiting this whole time? Has Shouyou accidentally been putting Kageyama through torture?
“Tobi–!” His name gets punched out of Shouyou’s mouth as his aching cock twitches inside of the omega. Shouyou can not hold back any longer, “Cum! Youcancumnow, please cum,” he stumbles around his tongue to hastily grant permission.
Shouyou’s realization worked in his favor, as Kageyama tenses up below him with a scream. He throws his head back and spits the panties out, squeezing his eyes shut as he cums. More slick gushes out of his pussy, his cunt and asshole squeeze Shouyou so tight he fears his circulation may get cut off.
Shouyou lets go at the same time Kageyama does, shooting his hot load inside of the omega. His body shivers and shakes as he cums, hips jerking, trying to fuck his cum deeper inside of him.
Kageyama’s body grows limp after a few moments, twitching in the pleasurable aftershocks of his orgasm. Slowly, while Shouyou still feels his cock spilling the last drops of his cum inside of him, he removes his finger from Kageyama’s clit, and slides his other finger out of his ass.
Now with his hands free, he slumps forwards on top of Kageyama and wraps his arms around him. He presses their sweaty skin together and listens closely to the way Kageyama pants in excretion, tired out by Shouyou’s vigor.
Shouyou’s knot keeps them tied together after he finishes orgasming, it’ll start to deflate soon and leave them vulnerable to a new future.
“Did that feel good?” Shouyou mumbles against Kageyama’s naked skin. He pouts his lips forward so he can kiss him there.
Kageyama thumps him with his fist, “What d’you think?” Kageyama answers with a hoarse, slurring voice.
Shouyou hugs him tighter, he listens to Kageyama’s heartbeat slow down and relax.
“Kageyama?”
Kageyama huffs unhappily, it confuses Shouyou.
“What?” What could he have possibly done to make him mad now?
Kageyama stays silent, his scent grows a little embarrassed.
Shouyou still wonders, he just called him by his name–
Ah. Shouyou gets it now.
He bites back a smile as he asks, instead, “ Tobio ?”
Shouyou called him by his first name in the heat of the moment just moments ago, he didn’t realize Tobio was conscious enough to latch on to it. He’s very happy he did.
“...What?”
“I definitely like you,” he mumbles against his skin. He wants to open his mouth wide and bite, leaving his teeth marks and silvia on Tobio. He just kisses his skin sweetly instead.
Tobio’s hand finds itself in Shouyou’s hair where he combs his fingers through his tangled locks.
“I know that,” Tobio says, sounding and smelling happy.
“Okay, good,” Shouyou sighs out, getting comfortable on top of his omega.
They bask in the silence between them for a few moments. Shouyou’s too giddy to stay quiet for long. They’re together . It feels good, it feels right, and Shouyou can’t wait for more time with his Tobio.
“I’m excited to be your alpha…”
There’s a few more beats of silence, before quietly and bashfully, Tobio admits, “...Me too.”
Shouyou’s so happy he could scream. Instead, on aching limbs, he sits up and stretches until their faces line up.
Tobio stares up at him, expectantly and with pink cheeks.
Shouyou lowers himself and kisses his omega with a smile.
With many more kisses to come.